Husband’s Perspective…

“Ah, shit!” I yelped as my gorgeous wife Kayley circled her tongue around the head of my dick.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it was already irritated by something. I’m not sure.”

Which was a lie. I knew exactly what the problem was. You see, my dick is short. Looks like a button short. As a result, sometimes the head gets irritated from a pube, my underwear, etc. But I couldn’t tell her that even though we were married. To make matters worse, when this happens, it’s hard to stay, well, hard.

“Here, babe, let me try my hand underneath.”

While this felt great, it was also humiliating, and her hand ended up being just one finger massaging the underside of my dick in circles like a clit. Then it happened. Still not even hard or warmed up, the humiliation, coupled with her finger job, caused an involuntary, mostly soft, ejaculation.

“Oh god, oh no, I’m so sorry.” I was panicking.

Kayley just giggled and said, “Well, I didn’t even know that was possible like that. Efficient. I like it.”

“This rash will be cleared up tomorrow, and I’ll rock your world to make up for this.” I declared.

“Oh, I know you will, sweetie.”

Except it didn’t. And each night, it was still sensitive, she insisted on one of those finger jobs. After the second night, I started going down on her for her orgasm as well. After a week, she broached the subject.

“So sweetie, I’m certainly enjoying all the oral, but you probably need to get the irritation checked out. I set you up an appointment with my primary care doctor since you don’t have one.”

I couldn’t argue that I didn’t need a doctor, but this would be mortifying to discuss.

“I appreciate you making the appointment, but I’m rather embarrassed to strip down over a rash.” I knew that counter wouldn’t prevent anything.

“Would you rather we continue not to have sex?” Kayley knew that would get me.

“You’re right, I’ll go. He’s a medical professional, after all. How long have you seen him?”

“We’ve been married 3 years, and we were together 3 years before that.” She replied with a coy smile

Together was a weird choice of words, but okay. The appointment was set for the next day.

When the doctor walked in for the appointment, I was rather intimidated. I knew it was a guy, obviously, but the thought that this was the guy taking care of her was a lot to process. I’ve never felt scrawny by any means, but this dude was jacked. About then, I realized I was just sitting there while he was trying to introduce himself.

“I’m sorry, I don’t come to the doctor often, and I’m a bit nervous.”

“All is well,” Dr. Koont stated, “It looks like Kayley set you an appointment due to an irritation on your penis and irregular ejaculation?” Before I could respond, he continued. “Let’s start with the rash. Usually, a simple process of elimination to resolve that one.”

As I was disrobing, he started in on his list.

“Any change to your detergent?”

“No”

“Soap?”

“Nope”

“New type of underwear?”

“Huh?”

“Like different material or cut?”

“Oh, no”

The questions honestly made me take my pants and underwear off more easily.

“You’re circumcised. Check that off my list.” He said as soon as he saw it.

“Hmm, well, definitely skin irritation and not anything worse. You know, I think I see the issue. I know you’re likely nervous, but your penis head is kinda tucked back in your pubic hair. I’d bet the hair is irritating it. I’ll get with Kayley to help you trim up. She always helped me with mine, so it will be easier to explain.”

“Excuse me?” I said, shocked. Did he just say my wife, a patient, helped trim his pubes?

“Oh God. I thought she told you. We were together before you guys got together.”

Oh, that’s just great. I’m sitting here with my pants around my ankles with my nervously shrunken dick in front of my wife’s jacked ex, who’s still her doctor.

“No, this is definitely news. I, um, can I get dressed? This is a bit awkward now?”

“Yeah, understood. Could you just have Kayley reach out about what to trim up? Alright, onto the ejaculation concern. I’d imagine it’s related to the irritation. What’s up there?”

I did not want to discuss this with him, especially now that I knew it was my wife’s ex.

“I’m not sure we need to cover. I’m sure it will clear up with the irritation?”

“Listen, I get you’re caught off guard about me being your wife’s ex, but if it persists, let us reevaluate. Sound good?”

That was downright reasonable. I want to dislike this guy, but he’s acting rather relatable.

“Yep. Sounds like a plan.”

When I got home, Kayley was downright giddy to hear how it went.

*****

Wife’s Perspective…

I could not wait to hear how Jamie’s appointment with Jason went. He’s such a thoughtful doctor, I just knew it would go well.

“So, how was Jason?” I asked, probably too enthusiastically

“Oh, you mean your Ex, now Doctor, you sent me too?” He replied, but not angrily

“Listen, I only didn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t go, and you needed to get checked out. I’m sorry nonetheless.”

“I know, and frankly, he was great about it.”

“See, I knew he would be. So what did he think it was?”

“He thinks it’s my hair. I was told to reach out to you on what I needed to tidy up. He acted like you’d helped him with a similar problem before.”

“He wants me to reach out?” I asked. Jason never had any rash. And if he did, he definitely wouldn’t have let it keep him from sex or a BJ like Jamie. What’s he talking about?

“Yeah said it would be easier to explain to you than show me.”

“Okay, well, let me get with him. I definitely don’t want this to linger on my behalf.”

Text conversation with Jason

“Hey Jason, thanks again for seeing Jamie on such short notice today. He said you wanted me to reach out about his treatment plan?”

“Anytime, Kayley. Yeah, his pubic hair may be the cause. We’re just working through possible causes as a process of elimination. So he needs to trim up to where there isn’t any pubic hair directly around his penis longer than his penis. I knew you’d understand from helping me trim how and where to be thorough.”

“Perfect. What about the ejaculation issue?”

“He seemed pretty spooked after he found out we used to be together. Said he thought it was just due to the rash. So, I couldn’t get any details to help resolve this. I’m happy to help if you want to describe what you’re aware of.”

“Jason, you really are the best. Thank you for not pushing him. I’m happy to describe. Basically, he isn’t getting hard (reasonable given the rash), is definitely still aroused though when we fool around, and well, I’m not sure I should share the last bit.”

“Kayley, I’m a doctor. I can’t provide medical advice with half of the details as well as all of them.”

“You’re right, you’re right. Okay, so he’s definitely aroused because he can still ejaculate despite not getting hard.”

“Remember, doctor. When you say fooling around, what do you mean?”

“Well, he will go down on me, and I will rub him…”

“How do you rub him?”

“He’s not that small!”

“Not what I meant, but also, no one brought up his size but you. Point of frustration?”

“No!”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I meant literally, what part of him are you rubbing and how? Nothing else”

“I’m projecting too. I’ve not had sex in a while, and I’m taking it out on you. I rub the underside of his penis with my finger. Figured it out by accident when trying to get him hard without touching his head.”

“Oh, does he have an orgasm?”

“It’s definitely an orgasm, but it just kinda dribbles out. Certainly no shot.”

“I know this is getting personal…two more questions. Does he usually shoot? How were you rubbing the underside? As in, like a handjob or more like you would your clit?”

“He usually shoots the first part, then dribbles. This is all dribble, then ooze. Definitely more like rubbing my clit than a handjob. That gets you what you need?”

“Yep. Okay, first, you need to shave and smooth the area around his penis instead of trimming. I assume the fingering will continue until the irritation clears up, and I don’t want short, sharp hair making this worse. Second, I’d like you to try some things to gather more information since he isn’t comfortable talking to me. You down for some experiments?”

“Anything to help Jamie!”

“Perfect. A few different things to try. First, use your mini vibrator instead of your finger (don’t act like you suddenly got rid of it after marriage). Observe any physical changes as well as the timing for all of these. Second, could you try with a lubricant? Third, hot/cold, warm shower, then try, cold shower, then try.”

“…”

“I’m on it.”

“Great. His follow-up appointment is next week. ”

Alright, first things first, I need to get Jamie shaved. I found this oddly erotic.

“Hey Jamie, I got your instructions. You need to take a warm bath to open up the pores, then we can shave in there to contain the mess.”

“So he needed to tell you I needed a warm bath first?” He asked suspiciously.

“No, he knew I knew how to trim what was needed safely from previous experience.”

Jamie got in the bath and continued to talk.

“Yeah, he mentioned you helping him with a similar issue. Guess that’s why you knew to call him.”

“Oh yeah. Sure,” I replied, trying to pacify the situation.

Once he had soaked, I realized I could cross the warm bath and the shave off the experiment list.

“Alright, stand up. So step one, to prevent issues during shaving, is an orgasm for you.”

“No complaints here.”

Thankfully, as Jason said, massaging his penis like a clit doesn’t take much. One finger and maybe 30 seconds. Since I was sitting behind him, I added my little experiment and played with his nipple a bit. That finished him off with a rather girlish moan. Very interesting.

“Alright, time to shave, girlie,” I let slip.

“What?!”

“Time to shave curly, as in your hair…what?”

“I don’t know. Must be hearing things after that handjob.”

He caught me off guard, and I scoffed that I had to cover with a cough. Hand job, more like fingered.

“Alright, you just have to trust me. Don’t ask, do we have to do this or that? Deal?”

“I guess so.”

I shaved his balls first, then around his penis, then his bikini area. Funny way to describe it on a guy, but that’s what it’s called in my head. Kinda a funny thought. Wonder what he would look like in a bikini since we went through the trouble of shaving there. Once that was done, I trimmed up the remaining triangle to eliminate any chance of long hair.

I assumed trimming up made all the guys look bigger. It certainly did for Jason. That’s why I was always eager to help with the trim. With things trimmed up on Jamie, his equipment looked almost dainty—definitely not bigger.

“All done, sweetie. You can check it out or just put your undies on.”

*****

Husband’s Perspective…

I stared in the mirror in horror. Kayley had shaved my bush into a triangle and also trimmed it down so much. It definitely didn’t look like masculine trim. My only hope in this was that at least I’d look bigger, but that wasn’t true either. My balls had pulled up, and my dick had pulled in between the orgasm and the shave. I just shook my head and grabbed my boxers.

They immediately felt weird about my new haircut downstairs.

“Think you could return the favor and go down on me? Trimming you up made me hot!” My wife requested.

I was more than happy to comply. I licked while she pressed her clit vibe against her clit. Maybe we will make it out of this yet…

*****

Wife’s Perspective…

After the past week, Jamie’s become quite skilled with his tongue. Honestly feel more satisfied from him going down on me and when he tries to fuck me. I need to send Jason a quick update.

Text conversation with Jason

“Hey, quick update…”

“Warm bath didn’t make any difference in his performance.”

“What about his size?”

“Uh…the same?”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“There was something else…”

“What’s up?”

“I added another variable. He came very quickly once I started playing with his nipple…”

“And he moaned rather femininely.”

“That is interesting. How long total did he take to have an orgasm?”

“The usual 30ish seconds”

“Wow. What about the trim job?”

“Oh yeah. I shaved everything except a petite triangle above him. And I trimmed that short. Will that be enough?”

“Probably. Try to start getting pics to keep track of any progress.”

“Sure will.”

The next day seemed as good as any for another experiment. When he got up, I sprung it on him.

“Hey Jamie, you up to try something new? Maybe a way for us to do it while you’re still healing?”

“That sounds fun to me!” He replied

“Alright, grab the lube.”

*****

Husband’s Perspective…

Lube? Wonder what the plan is there?

I brought it into the bedroom with me.

“What’s the plan here?” I asked Kayley

“Okay, I’m hoping that if we use some lube, it won’t irritate your skin as much. Let me get some in my hand.”

“Should I sit or stand, or uh?” I wasn’t sure where to go

“Lie down, but rest on your elbows to enjoy the show.”

She gripped my dick, but it slipped out of her hand with it lubed up. So she switched to two fingers, but this resulted in a pinch motion that sent my little turtle retreating into me.

“Oops. Someone’s playing hard to get. Let me just pop him back out.” She giggled.

When she attempted to “pop me back out,” she accidentally pushed my head inward along with her finger. The sensation was incredible, forcing out an involuntary squeal that was definitely not masculine.

“Oh, do you like me fingering you with lube?”

That was too much as a came hard despite my cum just oozing out.

“Oh, did you just finish? I was, oh never mind, did you like that sweetie?”

I knew what she was thinking. This was supposed to facilitate actual sex, not another way for her to get me off. I had to rebound here.

“That was so erotic, it felt incredible. I think I owe you more than going down on you after that. I know I’ve always said no, but let’s use your friend.”

Her “friend” was a large yet realistic dildo. It had always felt too real for my ego to let me use on her. But given my current predicament, I felt I had to overcome it.

“Are you serious, Jamie? Really?” She asked, almost giddy.

“Absolutely, if you can try all this to help me. That’s the least I can do.”

She fetched the dildo from her nightstand. Definitely not where I remember it, but I can’t say I blame her for using it currently. She used the leftover lube on her hand to stroke it before she handed it to me. I wasn’t completely sure how to go about this. I’m sure I looked hesitant as Kayley chimed in.

“Do you want some help getting started? I know you aren’t used to working with something like this.”

I turned flush as I felt bad that I hadn’t tried this before for her, but Kayley seemed to understand.

“Oh no, I meant because it’s a new toy. Not because it’s so much bigger than yours. Wait, I mean not so much bigger. Just that’s it’s different than what you have. Not that there’s anything wrong with your uh shape.”

Great, she essentially doesn’t consider these the same as a dick. That made me feel better, so I went to work with it. She was immediately into it. Grinding against my thrusts and clearly wet, not just from the lube. She started moaning, “Oh, Jay,” as she got closer. She’d never called me Jay, but the whole scene was so hot. I was super turned on as well.

“Hey, want to try the lube again? I’m getting pretty turned on,” I said as I thrust the dildo into her.

“No, please let me get off on this magnificent dick. Here, hold this against your manly bits.” She replied as she tossed me her clit vibe.

Embarrassingly I was so horny I pushed myself internally, like she had on accident earlier, and turned on the clit vibe. It was like electric pleasure straight to my core. We came at almost the same time, with both of us practically shaking.

*****

Wife’s Perspective…

I have no idea how Jamie’s rash and little limpie turned into the best sex of our marriage, but I am not complaining. He has avoided that dildo like the plague. I always assumed it was due to the size difference, but when I brought that up during sex yesterday, it seemed to drive him crazy. I wonder if he would be as excited if he knew it was a clone a cock of Jason’s. I probably need to explain that.

Jason and’s relationship ended on very good terms. I was ready to settle down, and he was not. I was honest about him being the best dick I ever had, and he was always thoughtful of my needs. So when we split, he had that made. Like I said, always thoughtful. I’ve obviously used it in private throughout our marriage, but it was somehow way more intense with Jamie involved.

I’m just thankful he didn’t notice me moaning, Jay. That was my sexy name for Jason. Oh, I guess I owe Jay an update. Glad I was able to sneak pictures during both of these trials.

Text conversation with Jason

“Two more down with pics this time, Jay!”

“Hadn’t heard that nickname in too long.”

“Stop it and focus. Men. Ugh”

“Oh, I didn’t mean pics during the act necessarily. Just a daily snap. But I see why the nickname returned. You guys have a fun mutual session with a certain parting gift?”

“Oh god, that wasn’t supposed to be in the pic.”

“You guys are married. It’s fine. I’m just glad I was able to be of service. So I can tell these methods didn’t help the erection or size at all. What about performance?”

“Well, the lube kinda made it difficult to grip. He ended up kinda slipping inside himself (which I didn’t know a penis could do). I tried to um push or pull him back out, but when my fingers touched his head in there, it seemed to cause an immediate orgasm. It definitely just oozed out and trickled down his sack. I don’t know, maybe 30 seconds total.

The vibe, as you now know, was during some mutual toy play. I wasn’t really paying attention to how long, but we came at the same time.”

“Very good. See if you can’t knock out the cold shower tomorrow. That way, I have all the data for his next appointment.”

“Sure thing, Jay. Also, we need to catch up outside a sterile exam room soon.”

“You asking me out?”

“Don’t be like that. Just friends getting coffee and laughing about your dumb date life decisions.”

“Ouch. Fine, if you insist.”

When Jamie was getting ready for his shower the next day, I tried to make a run at the cold shower without being obvious.

“I noticed your rash still looks the same. Try a cold shower. Sometimes heat will make razor burn worse for me, but cold showers are always soothing.”

“You think it will help?” He replied

“Yeah, and I know you’re fretting about shrinkage. But I’ll give you a hand taking care of that when you get out if you try.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

That went easier than I expected. Honestly, of the different remedies Jason suggested, this made the least sense. Maybe the cold will make it last longer, but no way it fixes the erections. Frankly, if Jamie’s bits aren’t hard, I couldn’t care less about lasting longer.

When he stepped out of the shower, I was shocked. I knew it would be small. Well, smaller than usual. But between the trim and cold shower, he looked practically feminine. His sack was pulled up tight to his body, with no sign of balls. His uh “manhood” was completely internal, with only a flap of skin external. I guess I was smiling as Jamie asked.

“Like what you see?” With an air of confidence that was unbelievable, given the situation

“Oh yeah, I do, baby.”

I reached out to try to grab something and realized I was probably better off just using my mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned when I flicked his skin with my tongue like he would my clit. He did seem to take a bit longer than lately before cumming in my mouth. I couldn’t help but smirk how it almost just seemed like he was wet more than cum. In the excitement, I’d forgotten a pic this time. Oops

Text conversation with Jason

“Alright, he’s all ready for the follow-up.”

“How’d the cold shower go?”

“He definitely lasted longer. I forgot to get a pic, though.”

“Oh, was he able to get an erection? Any trouble with shrinkage?”

“Uh…”

“We’ve covered this. I need the details to help him.”

“I know. Okay. He definitely had shrinkage. Balls pulled up against (maybe inside somewhere) his body. Uh, his penis was somehow even more internal with just some skin external.”

“How about after the erection?”

“He didn’t get one.”

“But lasted longer. You were able to get his penis out without him ejaculating?”

“Well, um, not exactly. I could tell when I tried to grip him it wasn’t gonna work, so I gave him a blowjob instead.”

“A blowjob?”

“I mean, not technically, I guess. I flicked his bits with my tongue until he started to trickle out cum.”

“That’s different. Thanks for trying these out for me. This will help me help him.”

*****

Husband’s Perspective…

By the time of my follow-up, my rash looked basically the same. The haircut didn’t seem to help, and it made me look so much less masculine, even if Kayley acted like that wasn’t true.

I will say I can’t complain about our sex life over the past week. She’s tried all sorts of creative ways to get me off and has thoroughly enjoyed the use of the dildo. I think I won’t share all that with the doc. Hopefully, he has a better option to clear it up. I’m ready to get hard and fuck my wife with my cock instead of the dildo for a change.

Jason strolled in with a shit-eating smile this time. He seemed almost giddy about the appointment.

“Alright, follow up on the rash. Well, how’s it feeling?”

“Not really much better. Listen, doc, I’ve had this before. Usually, it’s less my hair and more my clothes irritating the skin.”

“I couldn’t agree more. Clothes are definitely our next item to change up. What about the irregular ejaculation we skipped last time?”

“Well, it’s not better, but that hasn’t really slowed us down.”

“Alright, drop the shorts, leave on the underwear.”

I dropped my shorts

“Yep, I agree with your assessment. We need to change your underwear.

“Change them how?”

“You need a snugger fit for one. Your boxer briefs don’t seem to be the right fit or style for you. You also need a softer material.”

“Okay, so I need some softer briefs until this is resolved?”

“That’s one option.”

“What’s the alternative?”

“Well, I just know Kayley hates to waste money, and I doubt you’ll wear these again. If I were you, I think I’d ask if she’d prefer me to waste the money or just borrow some of hers.”

“What!? I can’t wear her panties!” I couldn’t believe this was his suggestion

“Hey, it’s up to you. Those will probably ensure you get better versus having to trial and error briefs until you get better, but it’s up to you. I assume you’re ready to get back to having sex with Kayley. I know I would be.”

He was right, but there was no way I was asking to wear her panties.

“I definitely do, but it’s not like I can just ask to borrow her panties.”

Jason replied confidently, “Sure, you can. You’ll tell her I, as your doctor, instructed you to make the request. She will understand that.”

“Alright. I guess if that’s what will help.” I replied dejectedly.

“Good. What about Kayley?”

“What do you mean?” Where is this going…

“Well, if you aren’t getting hard and are ejaculating quickly, how is she getting satisfied?” He asked very clinically

I swear I didn’t remember sharing any of that about my ejaculation, but I guess I don’t know what was shared when she set the appointment. Might as well share.

“At first, it was mostly me going down on her, but we’ve got toys involved. She especially likes one toy in particular.”

“Good. Glad she’s getting relief while we work through this. Which toy might that be?”

“What?” I didn’t understand how this pertained to anything.

“Sorry. I was just curious if she was still using the toy I gave her when we split. Don’t worry about it.”

Surely, her favorite dildo wasn’t a break-up gift.

“Nah, it’s a dildo.”

“About, say, 8 inches and thick?”

“Yeah…”

“That would be the one!”

My brain can’t process it, but somehow, I stumble out, “Why?”

“Well, we ended on good terms. She wanted to settle down, and I didn’t. So, I wanted her to remember me.”

“How does a dildo help that?”

“It’s a clone of my cock.”

My world was imploding. I spent the past week fucking my wife with her ex’s cock, basically. Because my own wouldn’t work. And now he knows it.

“I think I need to go.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to drop that on you. Listen, she married you. She’s yours. Please remember your assignment from this appointment. You want to get better, remember. I’ll have the nurse call with the follow-up later.”

I drove home in a haze. How did I end up here? And how was I going to approach the next step? I felt emasculated by the impotence first, then my pitiful performance, then the haircut treatment plan, and now I’ve got to ask my wife to borrow her panties… doctor’s orders. I arrived home deflated in multiple ways.

*****

Wife’s Perspective…

I was eager for Jamie’s return home. Hopeful Jay had come up with a solution, given the haircut hadn’t seemed to help. While I understood Jamie couldn’t help his normal size/performance, his current situation wasn’t much more than a lesbian lover between his clitty sized “manhood,” pitiful ejaculate, and a new haircut.

When Jamie came in, he wasn’t super eager to talk. I couldn’t figure out why and had to pry.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Did something go wrong at the appointment? ”

He just cut his eyes at me. Why would he be mad at me?

“I can tell you’re upset. What’s up?”

“I’m not upset. I’m mortified. Your favorite toy is a mold of my doctor’s dick!”

Uh-oh. I guess I should have known this would happen.

“Listen. It’s you who’s using it on me, and it’s a dildo. They’re all molded after someone.”

I hope he bought that.

“I don’t know, this just feels very personal,” he said, turning red.

“Babe. I’m sorry…I should have told you. It’s I just enjoyed it since you’ve had your issues. I was selfish.” I faked a little tear, hoping for us to move on.

“No, babe, you’re right. You’ve been nothing but understanding. Actually, I have something else to ask you…”

“What’s up? Jay, have a plan to help get your bits healed up? ” I thought I’d test the waters a bit to see if he corrected me.

He was visibly struggling to ask or answer the question. I decided to bale him out.

“Honey, I’m ready for you to fuck me again. What’s the next treatment plan to make that happen?”

“He said I needed softer, better-fitting underwear.”

“Okay, that makes sense. Let’s go buy you some.”

“He said that would extend the recovery and be costly since we’d be stuck playing trial and error for material and fit.” He was the reddest I’ve seen him

“I don’t understand. He said to get different underwear, but don’t?” I was genuinely lost.

“Oh God, he said for me to ask to borrow some of your panties since he knew they’d be soft and snug enough.”

He wouldn’t even look at me, which was probably best. I was doing everything I could not to giggle and was no doubt smirking as a result. That wicked Jason sent my sweet Jamie home to ask me to wear panties. I felt like I should be mad, but I found both the idea and the manipulation hot. I had to play this right if I wanted Jamie to go for it.

“Oh, that makes perfect sense.”

“It does?”

“Well, yeah. It’s just fabric, and panties have to be made soft enough, given they’re directly against us. Plus, it would no doubt be expensive to keep buying packs of men’s briefs to find ones that fit your body type.”

“But they’re not made for a man’s package in the front.”

Good thing you don’t have one, I thought.

“They stretch. That’s why this is perfect. I guarantee your package will fit just fine. Oh, I’m so glad he thought of this! Alright, let’s get some to figure out the best style and fabric for the treatment. Go ahead and strip.”

As I headed toward the bedroom, I had to text Jason.

Text conversation with Jason

“You naughty, wicked man.”

“Well, that’s an odd way to say good afternoon.”

“Don’t play coy. You know how the appointment went.”

“Hey, I had no idea he didn’t know about my clone a cock.”

“And…”

“Oh, his treatment plan. So, did he ask to borrow your panties as instructed?”

“Of course he did. I mean, he’s mortified, but he did. I’m on my way to pick some out for him now.”

“That’s perfect. Hopefully, they fit that massive package.”

“That’s not funny. Not everyone is endowed like you, and he’s smaller right now from the irritation and the haircut. He said no pubes make him cold.”

“Just giving you a hard time. Hah. Sorry, bad choice of words.”

“Anything in particular in addition to the new undies?”

“Yes. You’ll want to tease him until he basically leaks in them. I couldn’t tell him, but at this point, I think he shouldn’t get erections until he recovers. The snug, soft material and leaking should provide relief.”

“Guess I’ll be using your cock. I mean, clone a cock even more.”

“I’m sure you’re devastated. Hey, when’s the coffee date that isn’t a date?”

“Uh, how about tomorrow, say four, then maybe we can all three have some dinner here. That’ll give me the evening today to find the right undies for Jamie and deal with her emotions.”

“Her?”

“Sorry, typo. His emotions”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Alright, I have to say that the task at hand is going on. Wicked Me wants the skimpiest pair I got with frills or lace. Kind of you to say the full cut briefs in a plain color like grey or black. Or I could claim he wouldn’t want those since they’re my period panties. Those aren’t even softer than his, right? Let’s take a look at all the options. Boyshorts, the only option is white leopard (oh darn). Cheeky satiny looks like purple, the least offensive.

Cheeky, no lines, I’ve got a nude pair that is fine, but I think I’ll pull the floral black instead. Thongs (my main style) have the most fabric but have lace around the top. Maybe I can play the color off since it’s a light pink. Uh, without lace, hah, there’s a pair that says girl (white with pink letters), a pair with little bows at the hip (red), or a white pair with peonies on them. Okay, guess it’s time to see what fits.

“Hey, sweetie, why don’t you come in here to try on? That way, we can just put away the ones that work.”

“Is it necessary to try them on? This is embarrassing enough.” He said, walking in nude.

“Sweetie, I’m trying to help, and I’m going to see you in them. Don’t tell me your fragile male ego can’t handle wearing the correct undies for your body.”

“Temporarily…” he muttered under his breath.

“What? Oh yeah, of course, just until you’re better. Here they are. Let’s try them all on to be sure. Then I can get more of whichever is your style.”

“These are so girly, I…”

“That’s kinda your fault. You prefer me in girly undies, so that’s what I wear. You can just start at the top. Boy shorts”

I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe he would put his foot down. But he seemed resigned to fate and looked the part with his most hairless lower body and dainty equipment.

As he slipped on the boy shorts, two things were obvious. These were out as they’d show above his pants. And my undies were going to fit him just fine. Everything seemed to pull flat once he had them all the way on. He turned red again.

“Oh god…” he said

I had to recover fast.

“You look hot in those undies, but I think they’ll show above your pants, so you don’t have high-waisted pants.”

“Yeah, totally.”

He dropped those, but his balls seemed to stay up. Probably nervous at this point, but it just added to the femme appearance, next up to the purple satin cheekies. These also easily contained him. I’m starting to see why he got a rash. Men’s underwear has way too much room for him. This time, I teased him.

“These are so hot,” I said as I ran my hand along the front of them.

“You’ve got to keep these for me.” Then I felt a little wet spot. It looked like the leaking was going to be easy.

“Mmm. I see you like these too.”

He couldn’t form words.

“I uh, please, uh.”

“Alright, next pair before you have an accident, stud.”

He dropped the cheekies, and I handed him a tissue to dab the precum up before the next pair. Floral black. I couldn’t see any sign of his package and almost a hint of a camel toe from his balls, I guessed. I decided to have a little fun with these.

“Wow, babe. Those fit you better than me. Alright, keep. Next pair before I get jealous.”

I thought maybe the comment and rush would make him miss the style.

These are a pink lacey thong. I’m not sure these will work.”

He, of course, meant material, but I pivoted.

“They are a thong. All the rest are given, that’s my primary style. Keep it simple on these. If they fit, you wear them. If not, you don’t. To your point, the first ones may have too much fabric.” I knew it was wicked, but I had to.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No worries. Let’s try them on.”

I shouldn’t have been rooting for these thongs to fit, but I was. As he pulled up the pink lacey thong, I was struck by how hot I found it and how much it was messing with my image of Jamie as a man. The thong fit great, and his package was completely contained and compressed.

“Well, aren’t those cute. How do they feel? Soft and supportive enough?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He was crushed; they fit.

“Oh, good. Let’s try the other. If they all fit, there’s no need to split up the undies. We will just share a pantie drawer for now.”

I’d intentionally flipped over the “girl” pair in hopes he would slip them in before he noticed, and he did. They were a satiny material, so I felt him up as soon as he put them on.

“These are hot. The satiny material should feel wonderful rubbing against you.”

“Mmhmm. Mmm”

He leaked some more precum. I decided I’d like him to try on these last two as small as possible, so I nibbled his ear, massaged the front of his panties, and whispered.

“I think it’s hot my strapping husband fits in this satiny thong with girl written across it. Seems fitting, doesn’t it, girly?”

With that, he orgasmed softly. Despite his quick performances, I wasn’t ready for that, but I played it up.

“Mmm. I see we’re both all wet from this. Try on the last two for me. I may cum just from watching you.”

With his post cum. The red pair was uneventful. They fit very well.

“I like those cute bows. Last pair. These are meant for when you want to dress sexy for me.”

The pair with peonies was skimpier than I realized. Low cut with a thinner band. He may have had a shot to not fit in these if his clittie and balls weren’t internal right now.

“I would have thought for sure those would be too skimpy, but thankfully, your petite bits fit just fine in them. Nice and smooth front. Wonderful. Slip-on whichever pair you liked best or another pair from the drawer.”

He stripped and slipped on the purple cheeky pair. Interesting. He finished getting dressed, and I didn’t stop him as much as I wanted him to walk around in just his panties.

*****

Husband’s Perspective…

The rest of the evening was as uneventful as it could be, considering I was now wearing panties and already cum in a pair. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I don’t think I cared for the emasculating comments, but that would imply I enjoyed the panties that much. I don’t know, but I do know it felt incredible.

When it was time to call it a night, I realized how significant my underwear change was. I had always been a sleep-in-my-boxer-brief-only guy, which felt incredibly exposed. Kayley definitely picked up on my dilemma, considering I was frozen with my shirt half off.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“I don’t usually sleep in a shirt, but I felt very exposed not being in boxer briefs.”

“Oh, sweetie. Please just ask if you’d like to borrow some PJs. Here’s some sleep shorts.”

She tossed her flimsy, soft sleep shorts on the bed. I was ready to argue. The underwear may be medically necessary, but I wasn’t about to start sharing a wardrobe.

“Oh hey, before I forget, I’m going to grab a coffee with Jason tomorrow. Just discuss your progress to save you a follow-up and catch up.”

What did she just say? Coffee with her ex-husband.

“Uh, babe. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that. He’s your ex and..”

“What do you mean? Do you not trust me, or do you have so little faith in me that you think I’ll be overcome by desire just being around him? Hmm”

This really backfired.

“No, of course, I trust you. It just feels odd, I guess. I don’t know my brain’s spinning today.”

In the middle of the conversation about her date with her ex, I’d put on the shorts. It’s hard to argue against them now.

As I got into bed, she seemed to be feeling frisky. First just snuggled up to me, but then traced her fingers along the hem of my shorts. Then she snuck a finger under the hem until she found my current underwear. This seemed to make her breath catch. She traced the hem of these between my thighs to under my balls, then began to trace her way up the front of the panties. This was so hot, I was already leaking pre-cum. The panties seemed to keep me compressed enough that I wasn’t even trying to get hard while wildly turned on. She made a few circles of my dick head, then paused with just her fingertip touching me.

“It’s crazy,” she said

“What’s that?”

“This is how I would imagine foreplay for lesbians would feel, yet it’s my husband’s panties I’m tickling the front of with just a fingertip.”

I bucked my hips involuntarily at that comment and let out a moan while even more precum leaked out.

“Honey, I promise I’ll take care of you, but could you make me cum before you cum again today?”

I jumped on top of her and kissed my way down to her soaking-wet panties. I pulled them out of the way and went to town, driving her quickly to an orgasm. When I started kissing my way back up for what I thought was my turn, she twisted the knife.

“Will you grab our toy? I really need to feel penetrated right now.”

“I uh think I could get hard tonight. I’m super horny and feeling better already from the underwear change.” I pleaded, wanting to avoid Dr. Dildo

“Oh, I know you want to try, and I see how wet you are, but I don’t want to risk rushing it and causing a setback for your rash or performance issues. Here, you use my vibe while I use the toy. I can tell you aren’t comfortable using it again yet. Mutual will be kinky and fun, don’t you think?”

I didn’t want to ruin the mood, and she was ultimately giving me an out from the toy. Plus, the vibe definitely wasn’t unpleasant last time.

“Yeah, that sounds fun.” As I took the vibe

“Thank you. You will be so hot to watch in your sexy undies. Slip it in your panties and rub in a circle like I was.” She replied as she started inserting the dildo.

I did as she instructed and was overcome with pleasure, letting out a less-than-masculine squeal from the sensation. This seemed to send her into overdrive as she buried the dildo down to the sizable balls that were attached and began to grind against it. The sensation and her reaction were too much, and I quickly started to cum. The consistency was starting to get concerning for me, as it did not look like it used to, and no longer seemed even to try to shoot out. Instead, my legs shook as it poured out for what felt like a solid minute. My wife’s orgasm wasn’t far behind and, to my surprise, included her moaning.

“Yes, Jay, Yes”

Which I was becoming more convinced was a sex name for Jason, not me.

The next day was fairly normal. There was little housework, little lounging, and a lot of teasing from my beautiful wife—up until it was time to get ready for her coffee, not a date with her ex.

“Babe, I have a kinky idea.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well, to put you at ease about me getting coffee and catching up with Jason, I thought we could have some sexy time as soon as I get home.”

“That sounds like fun to me!”

“Yay! Okay, so you get to pick out what I wear as long as I can select which panties you’ll be in when I get home, deal?”

I wasn’t thrilled with the terms, but what the hell. I knew what I was selecting. She has an incredibly hot black lace teddy that she looks unfuckingbelievable in. So I agreed.

“That works for me. You know what I want you in!”

“Yes, yes. That lacey getup you drool over me in. And I want you in your sexy undies from yesterday. The ones with the peonies on them.”

“Yay,” I replied sarcastically before adding, “But fair is fair.”

I went to grab the panties for later, but when I returned, Kayley was putting on the teddy.

“Decide to skip to our fun?” I asked optimistically

“No, I just do not want to kill the mood, having to change into this when I get back.”

“But you’re going to wear that to the coffee shop?”

“Keep your panties on, just under my clothes. No one will see unless I want them to. It will have me so hot by the time I get home.”

“I do like the sound of that!”

“Alright. I’m out of here before I’m late. Go ahead and slip yours on, too, so you’re ready for me when I get back!”

I slipped on the peony’s panties. I was once again shocked by how well such dainty panties contained me currently. These felt incredible, to be honest, so I was leaking in no time. This would be a torturous wait for her return, but the wealth would be worth it.

*****

Wife’s Perspective…

When I met Jason at the coffee shop, I felt exposed sitting in there, knowing what was under my clothes. He happily agreed to take our coffees to his place.
“Thanks for being normal about coming back here with our coffees. I felt like I couldn’t talk openly there. Want to talk about your date life?”

“Eh. Not really. How’d the underwear change go over at home?”

“It went decent. I definitely think it was the best. He already seems to have some rash relief now after just a day.”

“That’s excellent. Just be patient with the teasing and leaking. It may take a bit to ensure he doesn’t get hard while leaking.”

“No, not at all. I guess since he already wasn’t getting hard, it wasn’t bad at all.”

“He’s already leaking in the panties?”

“Oh yeah. He’s already cum soft in them!”

“Wow! Guess my gift will come in handy.”

“I mean kinda. He, um, isn’t comfortable using it now that he knows, and it’s not the same when I use it on myself. Not to mention, when I use it, I always end up accidentally moaning your name at the end, jerk.”

“Hah! That’s rich. I can’t help he has a soft little dick.”

“Stop it. He can’t help it.” I said, slapping his thigh and accidentally contacting his dick in the process.

He winced barely.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry. That hasn’t really been an issue when slapping Jamie’s thigh. I completely forgot. Here, let me make sure I didn’t hurt you. Stand up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Stop it. I’m trying to be nice. Drop ’em, hot shot.”

I’d forgotten what it looked like in person, and as soon as I saw it, I was wet.

“So, any damage?”

“Huh, oh yeah, no. Listen, don’t mention this to Jamie. He’s already very insecure right now.”

“My lips are sealed. I won’t even tell if you want to touch it for old time’s sake. Also, we need to discuss that.”

“What’s that?” I replied while unconsciously reaching out to lift his flaccid dick, which was way longer than even when Jamie was getting hard.

“You can’t just not have sex while he’s recovering. The performance issues will have a psychological component that will far outlast his rash clearing up.”

“I hadn’t considered how long it might take.”

“Could be months.”

“Oh, poor Jamie.”

“Hah! More like poor you. From what you’ve described, he’s getting off plenty. You’re a damn saint for him.”

“I’m not going to cheat. It just is what it is.”

“It wouldn’t be cheating at doctors’ orders, and I’m willing to help.”

“Of course you are,” I say, leaning back from his hardening dick.

“No, seriously. It’s the perfect setup. You get the marriage you wanted and my cock. I get my connection with you without attachment. Most importantly, Jamie gets time to get better without the pressure of seeing you get frustrated.”

“Okay. I’m listening, but there are ground rules. 1. No making fun of him, which includes his panties and package. 2. Nothing behind his back. We would need to head over to discuss.”

Would you please work for me?? Then I can see my favorite outfit again?”

“How’d you know I had it on?”

“I remember how it looked under shirts when you tried to hide it. Plus, the only time you’re that uncomfortable in public is when you’ve got on lingerie for me. Also, pretty sure a blowjob doesn’t count as behind his back. Unless you’d rather we go in with this swinging everywhere.”

“Fine. But not a word of it.”

*****

Husband’s Perspective…

A couple of hours later (which seemed like a long coffee catch-up), I heard Kayley approaching our apartment door, giggling. It was kind of odd. I was already in the living room, so I stopped at the back of the couch to wait for her to walk in and see me in these panties. I thought being stripped down already would shock her. Instead, I was shocked when she and Jason walked in.

“Oh, Jamie! Why are you running around in just your panties?” Kayley said

“Wow, Jamie. I just meant to borrow some of her brief undies. But that style seems to suit your size well.” Jason added with that signature shit-eating grin.

“Oh, be nice, Jay. I told you we weren’t doing this if you’re mean.”

“I’m sorry, doing what?” I chimed in

“Sweetie, sit down,” she replied

“What’s going on? I think I need to put on some clothes.”

“Here, just wrap up in this for now,” as she handed me her robe.

“I, uh, okay. Why’s he here? I thought we were. You know. So I was trying to be ready for you.”

“That’s so sweet and like you. Listen. We will still have sexy time, but your doctor, Jason, had an idea to alleviate your performance anxiety and wanted to try it now. That’s why it took us so long. We were, um, discussing…”

Jason chuckled

“Stop it. Let me finish,” she replied while slapping his arm.

“We were discussing your condition and quick progress since we changed your undies to a better fit. I told him you weren’t comfortable using the dildo anymore, now that you knew, and he insisted I would need to stay sexually active to avoid adding to your performance anxiety. So, he proposed a solution. You will continue to share panties with me. We can even buy some colors you like more. And while you continue to work on your ability to perform like a man, Jason will, um, fill that role for me.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Well, sweetie, Jason will, purely for our good as a couple, have sex with me while we work on getting you all better. And he felt there was no better time than now to start. So no, I’m going to strip, give you your treat you’ve so very much earned, then let Jason have his way with me to ensure you get better.”

“But your uh lingerie was for me.”

“That’s true, but he’s the one who bought it. He used to make me wear it every week, or he wouldn’t fuck me. Ole meanie,” she said as she got up and winked at Jason.

She began a strip tease, and Jason sat down beside me. At some point, he’d taken his shirt and pants off and now sat beside me in only his boxer briefs.

*****

Wife’s Perspective…

What a stark contrast. His dainty peony panties completely contained my sweet Jamie with no sight of a masculine bulge. And next to him is my manly Jason. Seemingly ready to burst out of his boxer briefs despite being soft. This arrangement was going to work out very well.

*****

Husband’s Perspective…

Kayley’s strip tease was erotic and hot and driving me wild. I couldn’t wait for my treat. She hadn’t really specified, but I was hoping for a BJ, or maybe I could rub against her pussy at least. I shouldn’t have let my mind wander there, as between that and the show, it sent me over the edge despite not being touched. I was overtaken by a weaker orgasm than yesterday, but it seemed to make me bend over due to stomach spasms. Kayley, of course, noticed.

“Oh, sweetie. Was that too much for you? Did you cream your panties already? I’d planned on letting you try to put it in or at least rub it against my lips. That’s so sweet. You came without me even touching you, though, instead. ”

“Oh wow. Don’t worry, Jamie. I’m ready for Kayley’s first treatment.” Jason added with a swagger.

Kayley reached out her hand to Jason and started toward our bedroom.

“Hey, listen, sweetie. Since this is my first time having sex in a while, well, real sex, sex with a man. I’m making it worse. Anyway, I think you should stay out here in case I say anything I might regret. I promise you can watch it next time if that helps you. Oh, let me get your little clittie vibe before we get started. Just in case hearing us gets you all wet again.”

With that, she kissed me on the forehead, handed me “my clittie vibe,” cupped me inside my panties, giggled, and leaped into Jason’s arms.

*****

Epilogue

Needless to say, my clittie, as Kayley now has me call it, never did enter her again. “Why would it? We have Jason,” she would say. Most of my orgasms were now in my panties, often without her even touching me after days of teasing. Yeah, I never did get out of the panties despite the rash clearing up because “You know Jason said it will come right back with improper underwear.”

On the rare occasion I didn’t cum in my panties, it was only to submit for labs. Because “Jay’s still trying to find the right vitamins to help you, even though I told him not to worry about it.” She would say. And how could I blame her for my and Jason’s differences in appearance, apparel, and performance? He was definitely her man. And me, her sweetie, cucky hubby.

The End.

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