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The Better Man (F/mM, femdom, oral, anal, cd, cuckold, rom)

by Leowulf

In which Jeffrey's wife gives him what she knows he needs and deserves.

1. This story has words.  You may be offended.
2. Do NOT repost this story except on usenet for free.  
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...

The Better Man

"Hi honey, I'm home!"  Jeffrey sauntered in the door, satisfied after a 
successful day's work, and a successful work week.

"Hi Sweetheart!"  Annie fairly danced over to her husband, helped him off 
with his overcoat, and kissed him, her lips lingering on his.  She held 
him in her arms a couple of seconds, whispering in his ear, "I love you, 
and I always will."

"I love you too, dear."  Jeffrey gently extricated himself from his 
wife's warm embrace.  Only five feet tall, he was several inches shorter 
than she, and her tender hugs always left him feeling more like her child 
than her lover.  Jeffrey's eyes met Annie's as he made a point of putting 
down his briefcase.  He saw her notice his discomfort, and felt himself 
blush.  He covered by asking, "what's for dinner?"

"Well, Cathy's at Steve's house helping him study, so I just made 
something for the two of us."  Annie took her husband's smaller hands in 
hers and led him into the kitchen.  "Let's have a quiet dinner together."

The small kitchen table was set for two.  At one place, a hearty roast 
beef sandwich and a baked potato were waiting next to a large glass mug 
of the dark ale Annie liked.  The other was graced with a delicate, long-
stemmed glass of white wine, and ..."

"You made quiche!"  Jeffrey couldn't help grinning.  Annie didn't like 
quiche; it was "to light and too fluffy, hardly like eating at all."  But 
on special occasions, she made it for Jeffrey, since he enjoyed it so.

"Of course I did."  Annie returned his smile.  "It's a special evening, 
and I want to make my Little One feel special."

'Little One.'  Jeffrey sighed.  He didn't really resent her always 
calling him that; but it did remind him of the difference in their 
heights.  Also, it's what she always called their 8 year old son Jamie, 
who was away at Winterfest, the camp for music prodigy's, up at Mirror 
Lake.  Jeffrey felt an embarrassing tear slide down one cheek.

"Hey, hey!"  Annie wrapped her strong arms around Jeffrey's slender 
shoulders, kissed the top of his head.  "Annie's here.  Come, on, 
Sweetheart.  It's gonna be a fun evening, you'll see."

Despite himself, Jeffrey calmed, feeling confident in his wife.  The 
insecure husband wished he was man enough to be the one taking care of 
his wife, but then Jeffrey was grateful he _could_ trust Annie always to 
make things work out.  He stood on tiptoe and kissed her tenderly, and 
she fiercely returned his kiss.  Annie crushed the little man against 
her, slipping one hand down his back, stroking and squeezing his round 
little behind.  Jeffrey felt his too-small penis growing, sliding against 
his silky -- sliding against what he wore under his pants.

With a satisfied smile, Annie released her man, helped him into his chair 
and scooted him in, against the table.  Then she settled down to attack 
her savory roast beef.  Jeffrey picked at his quiche, a lightly seasoned 
ham-and-egg affair, with delicate, birdlike motions.  He picked up his 
wine glass and found Annie had reached for her ale at the same time.  He 
was struck for the thousandth time how his actions mirrored hers, like he 
was on a psychic tether to her, forever following her lead.  Annie blew 
Jeffrey a kiss and he felt his cheeks warm.

Wanting to take the lead in _something_, The little man made 
conversation.  "So, who's Steve?"

"A friend of Cathy's." Annie answered between mouthfuls.  "She has quite 
a crush on him."

"Is he a safe person for her to spend the evening with?"  Jeffrey warmed 
inside, watching Annie savor a deep gulp of ale.  "I mean, Cathy's more 
than able to take care of herself, but she _is_ only 13, and you know how 
guys can be."

"Not to worry, Little One."  Cathy said as Jeffrey took another birdlike 
sip of wine.  "Steve's a quiet little pussy boy, he won't try anything."

Jeffrey looked away, when she said that.  It always made him so 
uncomfortable when Annie swore.  "Cathy's ok," his wife assured him.  She 
wryly added, "I should know; It seems have experience with little pussy 
boys.  That _is_ what you call yourself online, right Pussy boy?"

The little man froze.  Annie slipped a foot along his pants, rested it 
companionably on his lap as she continued.  "Pussyboy4872.  How cute; 
your name and my birthday.  It's really touching, how you wanted me with 
you, even in your online secret life as a little sissy"  Jeffrey's bite 
of quiche felt stuck in his throat, even after he hastily swallowed the 
rest of his wine.  "Of course, you didn't have to hide it from me; it 
never was a secret, any more than it was just online."

"A-annie--"  Jeffrey couldn't talk.  He felt hot tears rolling down his 
cheeks.

"Hey, hey!"  Annie planted another foot on his lap.  "Annie's here, 
precious.  Just hug Annie's feet and we'll continue."

Jeffrey bent over, wrapping his too-thin arms around his wife's feet.  
They were much bigger than his, but rounder, more shapely.  Their warmth 
on his belly felt good, and their weight was comforting.

"As I said, you never had to keep it secret.  I knew you were a little 
pussy boy when we first met.  I also knew you were very uptight, about 
sex and pretty much everything else.  And guess what?"  Jeffrey looked up 
at his wife through a blur of tears.  "I loved you then,"  she tickled 
his sensitive stomach with a toe.  "And I still love you now, my little 
pussy boy Jeffrey."

At that pronouncement, little Jeffrey lost what little self-control he 
had.  The small man started sobbing, weeping a flood of tears, whether 
from shame at being such a little sissy or from relief that Annie still 
loved him, even Jeffrey couldn't say.  He was vaguely aware of Annie's 
feet being gently moved from his lap, then of his big, sweet wife holding 
him.  Her round, heavy breasts were so warm and comforting against his 
face, through the thick fabric of her flannel shirt.  He wrapped small 
arms around his wife's torso, not quite reaching all the way around her, 
and clung to her until he calmed. 

"Now, doesn't that feel better!"Annie helped her husband stand on his 
little feet.  As she dried his tears, she continued.  "Sometimes 
everybody needs a good cry, to get bad feelings out of their system.  
That's especially true for little pussy boys like Jeffrey."  She bent 
down and kissed the little man's nose, and he giggled shyly.

"Let's get this kitchen cleaned up, Little One," Annie smiled down at her 
man, gently breaking their warm embrace.  "We've got a big evening ahead 
of us, and I don't want you to be distracted with chores undone."

Jeffrey bustled about the kitchen, acutely aware of his wife's presence.  
Annie knew everything apparently, and even after his cry, Jeffrey still 
felt shy and uncomfortable under her watchful eye.  His wife gently spoke 
to him of little things, which made it easier.

"Good little pussy boy," Annie said when her husband finished washing and 
putting away the dishes.  Jeffrey felt his face warm again.  He wasn't 
sure he liked her calling him that, but her look was as warm and 
accepting as ever, not mocking him at all.  He was glad to please her, 
even if it brought such unusual praise.

Jeffrey found his too-small hand engulfed in the soft warmth of his 
wife's large hand as she led him into the living room.  She sat the short 
man in her comfy chair and knelt in front of him.  As she looked up - 
actually across; even kneeling, she wasn't smaller than a seated Jeffrey 
- the insecure man saw her serious expression.  Butterflies fluttered in 
his stomach, as he waited for her to take the lead.

"Jeffrey, we need to talk."  She started untying his shoes.  "Well, Annie 
needs to talk, Jeffrey needs to listen."  She stopped and stared into 
Jeffrey's eyes until he dropped his gaze and was afraid she was angry 
with him.  The small man looked up and saw his wife's serious expression, 
so full of love that his heart nearly burst in his chest.  Tentatively, 
he nodded.

"Jeffrey, I want to clear up some things.  You probably already know the 
truth, but I want you to hear it.  When you were on the puter last 
Saturday, Walter and I were fixing the my table saw, not having sex." As 
she continued, the tall, shapely lady removed his shoes and socks.  "In 
fact, I have not had a penis other than yours or Jamie's inside me in 
over 15 years."  

'JAMIE'S!?'  Annie giggled at her husband's shocked look, and continued, 
reaching up and undoing his pants as she did so.  "I am not pregnant, but 
I do intend to become pregnant this weekend, a baby born on the Autumnal 
Equinox will be especially nice."  She pulled down Jeffrey's dress 
slacks, revealing the shiny silk and intricate lace caressing his 
privates.  "And I will _never_ have anything inserted into my anus 
besides your wet little tongue."

Jeffrey was too shocked by his wife's words to remember to be ashamed of 
his -- of what he was wearing instead of briefs, or even to be 
consciously aware of his state of dress, or undress.  Annie continued, 
keeping the small man's gaze captive with her own.  "I thought it was 
most interesting that you described me as so small.  110 pounds?  Not 
since I was 12, Little One."  As she unbuttoned his shirt, the gentle 
lady said, "Interesting that you couldn't imagine me being as small as 
you, even a scaled down, less intimidating me.  I'm glad that even your 
fantasy of me could still care for you."

Jeffrey felt himself blush as Annie said that, then he felt the cool air 
on his middle as she removed his dress shirt, noticed that he was sitting 
in front of his wife, naked except for ..."

"Those are pretty panties, Jeffrey."  His wife stood him up, covered the 
very ashamed little man in a warm hug.  "You look so sweet!"  She kissed 
his blushing cheek; her warmth, her _acceptance_ of him made Jeffrey feel 
less ashamed.  A little.  He still felt shy when she added.  "Jeffrey is 
Annie's darling little pussy boy." 

Jeffrey impulsively threw his arms around Annie's neck, reached up on 
tiptoe, and kissed her.  His wife kissed him back so hard, held his 
trembling little body to her own so tight, captured his mouth so with her 
tongue, that it took his breath away, and he swooned in her arms.  She 
stood there, holding Jeffrey so, barely letting his toes touch the floor, 
one arm easily holding his slender shoulders, the other drifting down, 
her hand squeezing and stroking his feminine, pantied little behind.  
Jeffrey opened his eyes, met those of his wife and felt like he was part 
of her.  Annie's passionate kisses and painfully tight hugs made Jeffrey 
feel like a cherished treasure in his wife's arms.

Annie held her husband like that for a few leisurely, precious moments.  
His thin, bare legs were trembling, her jeans felt warm and moist; his 
heart was beating rapidly against her breasts, so soft through the thick 
flannel of her shirt.  Then she reluctantly broke the embrace.  The small 
man looked up at her, his face flushed with their embrace, but his eyes 
clouded with uncertainty.  His hands moved in front of him, covering the 
erect little penis tenting his lacy panties.

"Here, Sweetheart," Annie stroked her husband's arm reassuringly as she 
handed him a thin, wispy garment.  "This will make you a little warmer, 
and a lot prettier."

Jeffrey held up the blouse dubiously, running his nimble little fingers 
across the ruffles and lace.  "But, but Annie, this belongs to Cathy."

"So do those panties, Little One," smiled Annie.

Yet again, Jeffrey's cheeks warmed.  Annie knew _everything_; nothing had 
been hidden from her.  He looked at the floor, unable to meet her eyes.  
But he put on his daughter's frilly blouse.  It was just a little loose, 
like her panties, but it made him feel so delicate, like a fragile 
flower.

"That's my little pussy boy!"  Jeffrey's wife praised him, her big, soft 
hands gently holding his shoulders.  "You're such a precious little 
sissy."

The doorbell rang.  Jeffrey startled, then tried to go hide in their 
bedroom, but Annie held him in the vice-like grip of her gentle hands.  
"It's ok, Little One," she said, softly, her eyes holding his own, her 
calm manner helping calm her husband.  "Annie's here; you have nothing to 
fear."

When Jeffrey stopped struggling against her, his wife said, "We're 
expecting company, Sweetheart."  She kept looking him in the eye, and her 
voice never grew loud nor sharp.  "You remember what you kept asking 
online, on your sex-groups?  You wanted a man to come and take your 
place, to satisfy me sexually and to rule our family.  Is that about 
right?"

Jeffrey was not dense, he understood everything then, all too well.  He 
felt the warmth rush from his cheeks, felt cold all over.  He shook his 
head.  "P-please no."  His voice was gone, he croaked, scarcely a 
whisper.  "Please no, Annie!"

Annie stepped forward a half-step, pulled Jeffrey a little closer, so 
neither movement further spooked her already frightened little husband.  
She held him close, his silk blouse and lace panties pressed tight 
against her flannel shirt and denim jeans.  Then looking down into his 
eyes, she asked again, "is that what you asked for, my love?  Someone to 
satisfy me sexually?  Someone to rule our family?"

Jeffrey's eyes blurred, he felt hot tears burning down his cold cheeks.  
His mouth tasted like ashes.  He mumbled, "I didn't mean it, I really 
didn't."  When the doorbell rang again, he sobbed.

The big, caring woman held little Jeffrey to her breasts, let him calm 
some, then continued.  She lifted his chin to look down into his wide, 
frightened eyes.  "Jeffrey, you are an intelligent little pussy boy.  I 
love your creative mind."  She kissed his forehead, then restored eye 
contact.  "You know that you are just not meant to be head of our family, 
and that for years I have wanted something more than you have let 
yourself be for me, sexually.

"Your silly online game was your admission of your inadequacy, and your 
cry for help."  She reached one hand up, dried his tears, affectionately 
stroked his cheek.  "Don't be sad, Jeffrey.  Annie is answering your 
silly online request, and your heart's cry for help."

"I have a plan for both our family and my sexual pleasure.  Sex first; 
you must see for yourself what I want sexually.  On the other side of 
that door is the person I plan to make love to tonight; the person I have 
wanted you to be, that I've always encouraged you to be; the person you 
just wouldn't let yourself be."

Annie stood suddenly, let go of her husband, left him free to obey or run 
as he pleased.  "Jeffrey, I love you and I always will."  She then asked, 
with all the gentleness she could, as though Jeffrey was an injured bird, 
"do you love me, Little One?"

Jeffrey nodded automatically, and his wife said, "go open the door for my 
lover."

Once more, the tears started down his cheeks, as the man started toward 
the door.  With a cold numbness in his belly, Jeffrey walked the ten 
steps, the eternity, to the front door.  He stood before it, too afraid 
to move.  Then Annie commanded, "now, my love," and he flung open the 
door.

Standing on the front porch was a little girl, just about Jeffrey's 
height.  Her hair was a mass of golden curls, framing her pretty face.  
Her blouse was white with pink trim, the same pink as the ribbons holding 
her pigtails.  She had on a fluffy pink skirt that looked like a ballet 
skirt, and white lace tights.  On her feet gleamed a pair of shiny black 
Mary Janes.

"Hello," a confused Jeffrey said to the cute girl.

The girl gave him a friendly smile and curtsied fetchingly, "Hello 
Jeffwey,"  she lisped.  "I'm Thteve."

"Good evening, Stevie," called his wife's voice from inside the living 
room.  "Come on in."

"Yeth, Mith Annie," Steve said and obediently minced into the living 
room.

"Hi Daddy!"  his daughter's cheerful voice pierced through his shock and 
confusion.  As she followed her boyfriend inside, Cathy kissed his cheek 
affectionately.  "My blouse looks great on you!"

"Jeffrey love, come inside"  Jeffrey's wife called to him as he stood on 
the front porch in stunned silence.  "Stop flashing your panties to the 
neighborhood."  The small man felt his cheeks warm as he hastily ran 
inside and shut the door.

Annie was saying, "well, the skirt is a bit much, don't you think?"

"It was part of his 'little' sister's ballet outfit," Cathy explained.  
"I thought it would add."

"It's nice, Cath; it's very fluffy, and makes your little sissy look 
softer.  But it hides his little winkie."  Annie walked over to the boy 
and put her arms around his tiny waist, undoing and removing he ballet 
skirt.  Underneath, Steve wore pink lace panties; Jeffrey noticed they 
were crotchless and felt embarrassed for him.  He gulped when he saw his 
wife reach into the panties and pull the boy's genitals outside the lacy 
opening at the crotch.  "That's better; now it's obvious that our Stevie 
is a wimpy little pussy boy, not a girl.  Is the rest his sister's too?"

"Yes Momma," Cathy smiled.  "She loved helping me dress him up.  'Just 
like playing with dolls,' she said."

"Yes it is," Annie agreed, looking meaningfully at Jeffrey.  "Little 
pussy boys like Stevie and your daddy like being dressed up in girl 
clothes, just like little dolls."  She then asked her shamefaced husband, 
"isn't that right, Little one?"

"Um, umm." Jeffrey protested eloquently, but Annie had returned her 
attention to the boy.  "Now Stevie," smiled Annie, "walk in a circle; let 
me see your sweet, feminine little body."  She frowned at the boy's 
mincing little steps.  "Are your pretty shoes hurting your feet, pussy 
boy?"

Steve nodded.

Jeffrey's wife turned to him.  "Get on your knees, Little One, and remove 
Stevie's shoes.  I want him to be nice and comfy when we make love 
tonight."

The small man didn't know what to do; everything was happening so fast.  
It was easier just to follow Annie's lead, so he knelt in front of Steve, 
undid his shiny Mary Janes and slipped them off the boy's slender little 
feet.  It was embarrassing to take off the shoes from another guy, from a 
kid, to make it easier for him to have sex with Jeffrey's wife.  Jeffrey 
looked up, past Steve's exposed privates, saw his daughter giggling 
mirthfully at him, and felt his cheeks burn with shame.

As her father hastily got up and backed away from her boyfriend and his 
small, exposed penis, Cathy stood behind Steve, looking fondly at her 
boyfriend.  "Do you like him, Momma?" she asked.

"He's very cute, Cath."  His wife came over and fluffed the boy's hair.  
"The pussy-whipped little sissy of my dreams.  I'm getting moist just 
looking at him."

"Yes Momma," his daughter agreed.  She hugged the boy from behind.  
"Steve's the best 12 year old in the world, and the prettiest pansy in 
all the 6th grade."  She nuzzled his golden locks.  "Isn't that right, 
kitten?"

"Yeth Cathy," Steve lisped.  "I'm your pretty panthy!"  He turned around 
and looked up to kiss her.

Jeffrey was shocked.  'Annie gets turned on by little sissies?  And she's 
got the hots for a 12 year old?'  But his wife was only getting started. 

"Mmm, yes ... I want some of that."  Annie looked lustfully on the 
teenage - well, teen and preteen - lovers as they stood there kissing.  
"Come to Ms Annie, little pussy boy!"

Cathy patted Stevie's pantied behind encouragingly.  Jeffrey stood there 
dumfounded as he watched the 12 year old run in his stocking feet over to 
Annie.  His wife enveloped him in a romantic embrace, running her hands 
up and down his body.  Music started playing - Chopin, romantic piano 
music.  The small man looked to see that his daughter had put on the 
music and was dimming the lights.  The living room looked and sounded 
like Jeffrey's and Annie's bedroom did when they made love. 

His his wife danced slowly, sensuously with her arms wrapped around the 
slender lad, whispering in his ear, one hand around his tiny penis.  
Annie's back was toward him; the pair didn't know or care that he 
existed.  Jeffrey sank to his bare knees dejectedly.  The stories and 
such online were never like this.  Through eyes blurred with tears, a 
very sad Jeffrey saw his wife with her hand massaging the boy's little 
stiffy.

'Annie's really cuckolding me.'  His heart felt like it was breaking in 
two.  'She's found a better man than me:  a 12 year old pussy boy.'  
Jeffrey knelt there, forgotten, rejected by his wife in favor of a pussy-
whipped little sissy who wasn't yet even a teenager.  'I'm less manly 
than a child in a lacy blouse and panties.'  He wept bitterly.

"Hey, hey!"  Jeffrey felt warm, comforting arms around his shoulders.  
"Cathy's here, Daddy.  It's gonna be alright."  Despite himself, Jeffrey 
flung his arms around his daughter and wept into her bosom.  There was no 
further he could sink.  'I'm being comforted by my 13 year old daughter, 
because I'm crying like a baby, because my wife would rather have sex 
with a 12 year old pansy than with me.'

The worst part was that the girl really was making him feel better.  
Jeffrey finally stopped crying and stared up into her eyes.  'Cathy's 
making it better.'  Jeffrey sighed as his barely-teen daughter rocked him 
like an infant in her arms.  'Her eyes are just like Annie's; it's so 
easy to trust in her.'

"All better?"  The now calmed Jeffrey nodded and smiled, as much in 
response to his teenage daughter's maternal tone as to her question.  
Cathy scooted him off her lap and back onto his knees.  She kissed the 
top of his head and added, "What a good little Daddy!"  Jeffrey wasn't 
ashamed at being the object of his 13 year old's condescending tone.  He 
was too broken, his ego gone and his childlike psyche fully exposed to 
the world.  He smiled up at Cathy, in love with her for making him feel 
better.

Then the small man noticed Annie.  His wife was across the room, standing 
over little Stevie.  Her jeans and panties were off, forgotten in a 
corner.  Jeffrey's gasped in awe when he saw the lovely, alabaster cheeks 
her naked rear,   From her widely spread legs and rhythmic motions it was 
obvious she had the 12 year old worshipping her pussy.  The lad's hands 
were small against her ample hips, and he made "mmm, mmm" sounds, that 
combined with Annie's pleased sighs and the light, romantic music, could 
only be described as beautiful.  

Jeffrey tried to be jealous, to be hurt, to be upset at his wife's 
enjoying sex with someone else.  But when she turned her head toward him 
and her piercing eyes met his, he saw such overwhelming love for him 
there that, pinned beneath her loving gaze, he could only say, could only 
think, "Annie!"

In answer to his heartfelt cry, Annie patted her rear.  Jeffrey's heart 
leapt at her invitation.  Happily, he crawled to her on his hands and 
knees.  Without needing invitation, the small, eager man kissed his 
wife's ass while she fucked the face of her 12 year old lover.  Still 
keeping the boy lapping at her pussy, Annie reached a hand back and 
fondly stroked her husband's head.

Jeffrey had often been where Stevie was, but it always made him feel 
self-conscious, less manly somehow.  Annie had occasionally asked her 
husband to worship her anus too, but he'd always refused, thinking 'a man 
had to draw a line somewhere.'  But tonight she didn't ask her husband; 
she simply pushed his face up between her ass cheeks, planting his lips 
firmly against her anus.  And Jeffrey didn't refuse; the little man 
worshipped his wife's anus as deeply as his tongue could reach and with 
all the passion in his heart.  

Dizzy and breathless with his face pressed up his wife's ass, Jeffrey 
held on to his wife's hips to steady himself.  Stevie's hands found his 
and held onto him.  Jeffrey wasn't the sort to hold hands with another 
male, but there on his knees, wearing only a lacy blouse and panties, he 
felt so loving and gentle that it was natural to hold hands with the boy.  
Together the two worshipped Annie; she was the center of both their 
worlds.

When Annie graced them with her orgasm, it surprised Jeffrey.  She held 
his face hard against her ass and bucked forcefully against both her 
husband behind her and Stevie in front. When her orgasm subsided and she 
let the two males go, Jeffrey was sad it was over. As he panted for air, 
the exhausted little man kissed his wife's ass all over, murmuring 
weakly, with all his strength, his love for her, his deep gratitude that 
she was his wife.

Annie took both the males, one in each hand, and led them to her comfy 
chair.  Her legs trembled as she sat down, and she smiled when each 
wrapped small, weak arms around a thigh.  The three sat there like that, 
companionably for a few minutes, while Annie exchanged meaningful looks 
with Cathy.

"Was it fun?" she asked her daughter.

 The teen said slowly, "I think that today I've learned more about both 
Daddy and Stevie than I ever would have imagined."

"Maybe more about males in general," Annie agreed.  "Just one more 
lesson."  The lady had been stroking both worshipful males' heads and 
backs as they clung to her legs.  Now she stood and gently pushed them 
away.

"Jeffrey and Stevie, look at me."  Annie stood, arms akimbo, breasts 
heaving under her thick flannel shirt with each breath, naked from the 
waist down.  She was facing the two kneeling males, standing over them, 
so that looking up at her face, they also saw her pussy and bosom.  
"Tonight you experienced sex with Annie in charge.  Did you like it?"

Jeffrey had never felt as deeply in love with Annie, nor as fully a 
sexual being than when he was worshipping her earlier.  She still 
sexually aroused him so much that his penis was pressed hard against his 
panties.  He nodded, sincerely, and noticed Stevie doing the same.  

"Cath, come here."  Annie kept her gaze locked on the males as her 
daughter moved to stand beside her.  "Stevie, you belong to Cathy.  Cathy 
owns you."  She paused just a second, then said, "whenever you have sex 
from now on, it will be with Cathy in charge; sex with Cathy will be like 
it was with Ms Annie tonight.  Do you want Cathy in charge of you, 
Stevie?"

Stevie looked from Annie to Cathy and back.  His eyes were like saucers 
and voice was filled with awe when he replied, "Yeth, Mith Annie."

Cathy impulsively squatted down next to the trembling Stevie and hugged 
him tightly, whispering in his ear. Tears were running down the little 12 
year old's cheeks, yet he looked positively joyful.

"Little One."  Annie's voice again captured Jeffrey's full attention.  
"This is how it's going to be:  whenever you have sex from now on, it 
will be with Annie in charge; all Jeffrey has to do is submit to Annie."  
His wife's eyes bored into the small man.  His innermost self was naked 
before her.  "Look deep inside yourself, Jeffrey.  Is that what you 
wanted, all along?   To be Annie's little pussy boy?  To surrender your 
sexuality to me, so every time you have sex is just like tonight?"

Jeffrey was more than ready.  "Yes Annie!" he breathed rapturously.  
"Please!"

Then Annie squatted down with the little ones and with Cathy.  "One last 
thing."  The sweet lady gave the three a conspiratorial smile.  "Jeffrey 
was head of our family, but he knew it was too much for him.  Being in 
charge made Jeffrey sad, and it made him want to run away from it."  She 
turned to her husband.  "Is that right, Little One?"

Jeffrey nodded, his smile disappearing for the first time since his wife 
let him worship her earlier.  Annie held his hand and continued, making 
her voice more gentle for her weak little husband.  "So ... does anybody 
have an idea of who _could_ be in charge of our family?"   

A hesitant Jeffrey raised his other hand.  "Yes, Little One?" Annie 
asked.

"Annie?"  Jeffrey's voice was small, but his heart pounded in his chest.  
He continued, his tearful voice trembling with hope.  "Will you please be 
in charge of our family?"

Annie smiled.  "Yes I will," she said, simply.

Cathy joined the little males in cheering for the new head of the Lowe 
household.  Annie opened her arms wide and they all collapsed on the 
floor in a warm, loving hug.

Later, after an extended time of stroking, hugging, fondling, and kissing 
one another, Annie stood and pulled her family to their feet.  "It's 
bedtime," she announced.  "Cath, no fucking tonight, just oral or manual 
stimulation, ok?"

"Yes, ma'am," Cathy said, already casually stimulating her male through 
his panties.  She kissed her Momma and Daddy goodnight, then led Stevie 
to her bedroom.

"Come, Jeffrey."  Annie gently took her husband by the arm with one 
large, gentle hand.  She fondled him through his panties with the other.  
"We're going to bed now, and I will make sweet love with you, my little 
pussy boy."  Annie paused in the doorway of their bedroom, crushed 
Jeffrey against her breasts in a breathtaking embrace, and captured his 
mouth in a passionate kiss.
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