Mark stood in the bedroom doorway, his face burning as his wife Lisa held up the tiny black dress and matching panties.
"Put this on," she ordered, her voice flat and commanding. "Or I show everyone those pictures." He knew she meant the ones from last month when he'd gotten drunk and admitted he jerked off thinking about cock. She had recorded it all.
He stripped naked, hands shaking, and stepped into the sheer panties. They barely covered his cock, which was already half-hard from the humiliation. The dress followed, tight and short, hugging his chest where Lisa had stuffed a bra with tissues. She added lipstick, heels, and a wig, then stepped back. "Look at you, you fucking sissy. Now get on your knees."
The doorbell rang. Lisa smiled and left the room. When she returned, a tall, muscular Black man named Tyrone followed her. He was already unbuckling his belt. "This the husband you told me about?" Tyrone asked, eyes raking over Mark's outfit. "Yeah," Lisa said. "He needs a real cock. Make him take it."
Tyrone pulled out his thick, veiny dick, already swelling to nine inches. "Suck it, bitch," he growled, grabbing Mark by the wig and shoving the head against his painted lips. Mark opened his mouth and the fat cock pushed in, stretching his jaw. It tasted salty and hot. Tyrone thrust deeper, making Mark gag as the shaft slid over his tongue and hit the back of his throat. "That's it, take that black cock," Tyrone muttered, fucking his face in steady strokes.
Lisa watched from the chair, legs spread, fingering herself. "Deeper, Mark. Show him how much you want it." Spit ran down Mark's chin onto the dress. His own cock strained against the panties, leaking. Tyrone pulled out, slapped the wet dick across Mark's face, then yanked him up and bent him over the bed.
The panties were ripped aside. Tyrone spat on Mark's hole and pressed the thick head against it. "Relax or this is gonna hurt," he warned, then shoved forward. Mark cried out as the cock forced its way inside, stretching his ass wide. Inch after inch sank in until Tyrone's balls rested against him. "Fuck, tight sissy pussy," Tyrone grunted, then started pounding.
Each thrust slammed deep, the fat cock dragging over Mark's prostate and making his dick twitch and drip. Lisa moved closer, whispering dirty encouragement. "You love that black cock in your ass, don't you? Say it." Mark moaned, "Yes, I love it," voice muffled by the sheets. Tyrone grabbed his hips and fucked harder, skin slapping loud and wet.
Mark came first, untouched, his cock pulsing in the panties and soaking them. Tyrone kept going, grunting, then pulled out and flipped Mark onto his back. He straddled Mark's chest and jerked off, shooting thick ropes of cum across his face and open mouth. "Swallow it," Tyrone ordered. Mark did, licking his lips clean.
Lisa climbed onto the bed, satisfied. Tyrone stayed the night, using Mark's mouth and ass twice more while Lisa directed every position. By morning, Mark was still in the dress, cum drying on his skin, already wondering when Tyrone would come back.
