The Double Sex For Sissy

Ms. Jesse was coming to see him.

I must please her, Jeff thought to himself excitedly. If she isn't pleased with me, one of these days she'll throw me out. I can't allow that to happen. I have to have her hard dick using me for the rest of my days.

That thought in mind, he turned and faced away from the stable door. He rested himself on his fours, placing his face down on the ground and raising his ass as high as he could in the air, hoping that she would appreciate his greeting of her.

Only time would tell.

He heard the sound of foot steps growing closer and he noticed that his cock had grown stiff and was leaking pre-cum from its tip. He licked his suddenly dry lips and he hoped that she wasn't angered by his erection when she came. Over the passed two weeks, he'd come to understand the natural dominance of women over men, whether they were hung or had dripping wet pussies. Women were better than men, period.

Jeff heard the boot steps stop in front of his stall. A second later, he heard the lock of his stall being slid free and the door creak open. He listened with his eyes closed as someone stepped into the stall.

"Well well well, look what we have here." said an amused feminine voice. It was a voice that he knew all too well, but it wasn't Ms. Jesse. He quickly turned around and sat on his ass, staring at the woman that stood in the doorway to his stall.

His wife, Karen.

She was petite, standing at five foot six, and very voloptous. She had long auburn hair that she wore to the middle of her back unrestrained and dark eyes set in a tanned, girlish face. Even after all these years, she hadn't lost her youthful appearance, not even in her large, melon sized breasts that absolutely refused to sag. She wore a white tanktop that showed off the cleavage of her 36C tits, a pair of tight jeans that fit nicely over her legs and butt, and a pair of cowgirl boots.

He felt shame well up in his chest at the sight of his wife. She'd seen him for what he really was, and now, there was no explaining away his lack of masculinity. She would see him for what he really was: a weak willed beast meant to be controlled.