The Sunday Dress
By uppishcarrot.
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The whole damn thing was her idea.
She wanted to break away from the crew and go for a quiet nature walk together. When we found a pristine, picture-perfect lake, she egged me on to strip naked and have a naked nature swim. We’d both been drinking, but I was far more inebriated than she; in other words, it really didn’t take much to convince me. All she did was give me a sly smirk, an arch of the eyebrow, and only the faintest hint that she’d do that ‘one thing’ I’d been begging her to do with me for the longest time. So of course, I complied.
I tore off my Hawaiian shirt and loose-fitting shorts before practically leaping into the cold water. My wife, Rachel, simply peeled off her Sunday dress, opting to keep her underwear on. God, she looked incredible in her black sports bra and black cotton panties. She, too, then leaped into the water with me, where we proceeded to splash around for roughly ten minutes. It was brief, mostly because the water, although it seemed inviting, was actually ice-cold. So chilly it actually hurt.
“That’s enough for me!” Rachel declared before emerging from the water, “We should get back, everyone is waiting for us!”
I knew I wasn’t particularly well endowed. In fact, Rachel would often let me know it, albeit with a strong playful tone of mockery, all in the name of fun. Perhaps this was all part of her plan, to get me wet and cold, so that she could tease me. It was all part of a larger game with her. I actually think she got off on belittling me and drawing attention to the fact that I was hung like a hamster. She especially liked to point out the fact that we’d failed to conceive, despite my efforts, months prior, we’d found out that I was, in fact, sterile. She’d highlight the fact that I am not a man where it counts, ‘little man,’ she’d call me on occasion, often in public, often in front of friends. Yes, I had a little dick and was shooting blanks, but it was enough ammunition for her to continue to tease me. My lack of masculinity amused her, mostly due to the fact that I was embarrassed by what dangled between my otherwise muscular manly legs.
When I emerged from the water, she, of course, howled with laughter. “Oh no!!!” she mock pouted, “it’s disappeared!” she teased.
I, in turn, looked down only to confirm that my privates had indeed retreated inside my body. From her vantage point, it looked like a turkey timer protruding from my otherwise masculine body. It jutted out of my pubic mound, almost upturned, the shaft completely gone with only the pink mushroom tip visible. As she laughed at me, it further twitched, continuing to dwindle with each passing second. I always felt it was unfair to be so masculine, muscular, and large on the outside, to be blessed with such an impressive body, such good looks, only to be cursed with an unimpressive little penis. It was useless, really, just a sad little pink worm, far from impressive. Although I found someone in my life who loves me for me, I still found myself becoming embarrassed whenever I stood before her in my birthday suit. Yes, my lack of masculinity amused her. I turned three shades of red, feigning laughter as I tried to save face.
I soon discovered that my clothes were indeed missing. Panic set in as I frantically began sifting through the sand in utter desperation.
Of course, Rachel simply found this hysterical.
After five minutes of wandering up and down the small patch of sand, she eventually calmed down to the point where she could say, “We really should get going! It’s starting to get dark.”
“I… I can’t let people see me like this!” I exclaimed, pointing to my shrunken bits and pieces.
“Oh yeah!” she said with an impish grin, “we can’t let anyone discover your uhh…” she waved her pinky in the air, “little itty bitty secret!” she teased.
“I’m serious, Rachel!” I responded sternly, wanting this ordeal to end, “This was all your idea!”
“Oh, relax!” she said, rolling her eyes.
With that, she tossed her yellow polka dot Sunday dress at me, “here,” she said with an impish smirk.
“You can’t be serious!” I responded, gobsmacked.
“Would you rather the birthday suit?” she teased, smiling broadly. She playfully swayed back and forth before leaning in closer to me, “put it on!” she added, although in that moment, it sounded more like an order than anything else, “you’ll look so pretty!” she teased, “its lycra. It’ll stretch for your body…” she grinned at me.
I held the dress in my hands, weighing out the options in my head. ‘What is worse? Everyone discovering my shameful little secret?… or walking around in my wife’s dress?’… Ultimately, I decided to put on the dress, opting to play it off as a prank or a dare.
Rachel howled with laughter as I put the dress on over my head, pulling it down below my waist. It was skin tight, clinging to my body.
“It suits you…” Her eyes cast downward, “No bulge! Just like a lady,” she erupted in laughter once more. I stood there red-faced as she continued to laugh her ass off at me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, she turned and led the way back to the campsite. I shook off my nerves and reluctantly followed her.
Anyone looking on could tell just how silly I felt, dressed in my wife’s tight short Sunday dress. The evidence was on my face; my expression painted the picture of someone mortified and wildly embarrassed.
Of course, my wife found the whole ordeal utterly hilarious.
When we wandered back onto the campsite, I got a lot of curious stares. As we powered on through, muffled chatter and stifled giggles took over. I did my best to ignore it as I powered on through, feigning a smile, although it was easy to tell just how embarrassed I was by the whole situation. At one point, my wife glanced back at me and asked, “Seriously, are you okay?”
All I could do was nod, “uh-huh.”
She grinned at me, almost sadistically, “So pretty… Maybe you should keep it on all night!” she teased.
When we eventually made it back to our spot, our friends all collectively howled with laughter. I stood there, mortified, almost frozen as they all rolled about on the ground in utter hysterics.
We do this trip once a year, and it’s always with the same crew. There were three couples in total, including Rachel and me. Firstly, there was Todd and his wife, Veronica. Todd was a former colleague. We worked in the same investment firm together, and when he left for greener pastures, we kept in touch. We actually got along quite well, and I consider him to be a close friend. Despite his competitive nature, he is often pretty easy to get along with. Of course, what really solidified our friendship was how easily our wives get along. Veronica is a stay-at-home mother, and despite having three kids, she has an incredible body, sculpted to perfection through a rigorous exercise routine, which she often boasts about on Instagram. She is, in fact, the typical Instagram queen. Toned, tall, fit, blonde. She oozes confidence and demands attention. I’d be lying if I didn’t say she crosses over into the highlight reel on occasion when I’m plowing my wife.
The other couple, John and Carol, were actually closer to Rachel. They’d first met Rachel years ago when they’d hired her to help decorate their home. Rachel actually owns a highly successful interior design business. At first, I didn’t really like John, who seemed to flirt with Rachel relentlessly. These insecurities were put to bed when I met Carol, who quickly became part of my masturbatory fantasies on a regular basis. Carol is a goddess, in every sense of the word. She is a true Amazonian woman, overwhelmingly tall, statuesque, and oozes confidence. She seems to have a permanent smirk plastered on her face, finding humor in almost every situation.
Standing before the four of them dressed in a Sunday dress left me feeling particularly frazzled.
Carol looked me over with a wide-eyed grin, beyond amused by my appearance.
Veronica snickered before she leaned in and whispered something into Todd’s ear. The two shared a knowing grin before erupting in laughter.
Finally, John spoke, “You trying to tell us something about yourself, buddy?”
Laughter ensued as I glanced over at my wife, desperate for some type of support. Hoping to be rescued. Instead, she laughed along with them, finding joy in the situation.
“He’s one of the girls!” my wife declared, “lord knows he’s got the anatomy to make it work!” Collectively, all eyes darted down to my groin.
“Oh my gah!” Carol mused aloud, “Look! He’s got nothing down there! Barely there?” she teased with a wide-eyed grin.
Veronica also leaned in, amused, “No lump at all!” She gazed back at my wife with a smirk, “You poor thing! You urmmm… Wanna borrow Todd?” she teased before erupting into laughter.
Playing the part, Todd threw his right arm over Rachel’s shoulder as they all continued to laugh and laugh, all at my expense.
John then stared at me, dead in the face, and shook his head with a bemused grin, “dude…” was all he could say. In utter shame and embarrassment, I quickly shielded my privates and turned away, “Okay! Fun’s over!” I retreated into my tent as the laughter behind me further intensified.
Of course, everyone continued to drink heavily, which lowered inhibitions. My wife, in particular, has no filter whatsoever whenever she’s been drinking.
Moments later, I’d dressed once again into my clothes, and as I emerged from my tent, I was met with snickers and muffled chatter. No one could really look me in the face, and it was clear to me that I was the butt of some kind of joke.
As we sat around the campfire, I largely tried to ignore them. Unfortunately, my wife had other plans in mind. She had made it public knowledge that we’d struggled to conceive. Of course, it was embarrassing and made me feel rather quite inadequate. My wife seemed to enjoy sharing with everyone that ‘she wasn’t the problem’ and that I had ‘faulty equipment’ as she loudly declared. The focus was on my genitals, which simply failed to complete that vital task. She was clearly hinting that the size of my anatomy was the real problem. She wanted everyone to know that not only was I shooting blanks, I was also poorly endowed. Somehow, on this occasion, she’d managed to convey that message, and for some odd reason, everyone found it utterly hysterical.
“My cousin had a similar problem…” Carol began as all eyes fell on her, “turns out he had unusually low testosterone and couldn’t really keep it up long enough for the actual… You know…”
I had to speak up; this was a genuine statement directed at me and the situation between my legs. As I cleared my throat, ready to defend myself, Rachel chimed in, “It works… most of the time… Well, sometimes,” she grinned at me as laughter continued amongst the group, “other times it just disappears inside him, like a tube of lipstick! Our cat has a bigger dick than him!”
“You poor thing!” Veronica added with a sly grin.
“Me? Or him?” Rachel asked in between fits of laughter.
“You!” she said, looking at me with a curious glance, her eyes peering downcast at my groin.
Again, I tried to feign laughter as I crossed my legs in a silly attempt to shield myself from prying eyes and curious, wondering gazes. It wasn’t very comfortable to say the very least.
“Don’t be!” my wife added before pinching me on the cheek, “we have fun!… Despite his inadequacies… He makes the perfect little housewife!” More laughter followed as my cheeks burned red in embarrassment.
“Oh god!” Veronica exclaimed, “I’m glad Todd doesn’t have those problems!” She glanced over at her husband adoringly, “All you had to do was look at me, and it was enough to knock me up!” Todd proudly rubbed his crotch, indicating to the group that yes, he had one hell of an impressive weapon between his legs. “No way you’d ever get me into a dress! I’d rather prance around naked instead!” he declared, “let the world see what God has blessed me with!” he joked.
My wife inched over to him, stealing a long, lustful gaze at him, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he possessed, of his almighty power tool, of his ‘baby-maker’.
“So…” my wife began, casually leaning in to take a closer look, “you’re hard right now?” she asked, noticing the thick fleshy lump in his crotch.
“Oh, uhh… no. I’m not,” he responded, suddenly startled. He curiously gazed up at my wife, his expression suddenly uneasy. I began to think that perhaps my wife had taken this too far on this occasion. To my utter surprise, Veronica chimed in with, “Show her…”
In shock, I looked on as he proudly rose to his feet, before slowly sticking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. It was clear that he was quite proud of his anatomy and was more than willing to show it off.
As he peeled off his shorts, I stared back at my wife as her eyebrows arched in wonder and her mouth hung open in complete and utter shock. As my curiosity got the better of me, I stole a glance, confirming that Todd was indeed extremely well-endowed. The head was bulbous, thick, and wide. The shaft was long and powerful, covered in pulsating veins. It was an oddly ‘muscular’ cock, powerful and manly. Behind his almighty tool hung two plum-sized testicles. Yes, this ‘man’ was the polar opposite of me. My wife let out an audible, ‘gulp’ as the group once again erupted in laughter.
Carol looked back at John and declared, “I think you’re probably a close second!”
More laughter followed, and despite egging on from both Veronica and Rachel, John refused to expose himself to everyone.
Reluctantly, he rose from his spot on the floor, “I’m not taking my wang out!” he said, chuckling. “I will, however, do this!” he then grabbed his monster through his pants and gave it a slight squeeze, indicating that ‘he too’ was packing. “I’m not taking it out. That’s too far!” he declared before sitting back down, hiding his obvious growing excitement.
All eyes fell on me once more as I sat there, red-faced, embarrassed, trying to save face. “Your turn!” my wife declared.
“No fucking way!” I responded, borderline irritated.
“Maybe we should just have you put my dress on again?” she teased as the laughter continued.
“Awww…” Veronica began, “It’s okay. Leave him alone. He’s shy!” she declared. Carol chimed in, “That’s understandable. You poor thing!” She looked at me. She smiled almost sympathetically, although it was clear that she was beyond amused, letting me stew as I sat there, mortified and ashamed.
Eventually, the conversation shifted and things once again became tame. Almost an hour later, after what I considered to be one hell of an awkward dinner, my wife and I had retreated into our tent.
“Baby,” I began, “maybe that was too far?”
Rachel looked over at me, grinning from ear to ear, “You’re being silly. It was funny.”
“No, it was embarrassing!” I admitted.
“It’s only funny because you were embarrassed, silly Billy. If you enjoyed it, it wouldn’t have been fun at all,” she leaned into me, nuzzling into my neck, “you looked pretty though… Carol and Veronica said so… They were also entertained by your little… Giblet…” she glanced down between my legs.
“My giblet?” I asked, perplexed, “No one, umm… no one saw my giblet”, I said softly.
In a matter of seconds, she’d fished my little erection out of my pants, slowly fondling my rigidity. Glancing at my member in my wife’s fingertips made me realize just how inadequate I was, considering what we’d both just seen. By comparison, my slender, short member just looked ‘boyish’, almost like a ‘pretend dick’ or a little toy. As her fingertips ran over my glans, I threw my head back and let out a satisfied groan, “Mrphhh…” My mind wandered as Rachel continued.
“It was so funny,” she declared, “Especially when you take into consideration what Todd’s packing!” she mused with a smirk, “now ‘he’s’ a mans man! So virile! So masculine! So big!” she looked up at me, “Did you see his kielbasa? He’s fathered three kids with that impressive weapon,” she said, enjoying this perhaps a little too much, “you on the other hand… you’re just kinda widdle. Small and sad.” She mock pouted at me, waving her pinky in the air before glancing down at my stiff little dick, “shooting blanks. Unable to reproduce… You can’t do what nature intended… The thing that makes you a man doesn’t work properly… It’s funny!”
She looked back up at me as she proceeded to fondle my stiff little member, “Yeah, your little giblet is funny… You should just give up! You should just parade about in my dress for the rest of the weekend! Lord knows you aren’t a man with what you got dangling between these legs of yours! You’re more lady than man!”
“Ngh! Mpfh!!!” That’s all it took. Within seconds, I’d climaxed all over myself as my wife sat back and watched while I heaved and panted, coming all over myself as I slowly came back down to earth. “oh god, Rachel!” I winced as I struggled to catch my breath, “I’m sorry…” I admitted, ashamed.
“It’s okay…” she said, smiling at me, “I’m used to being disappointed by you… It’s not your fault, you don’t have the right equipment necessary to do a man’s job!”
I sighed sharply, knowing that the tone had been set and that it was going to be a particularly long weekend…
The End.
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