June's hand delivers a ringing slap across your feminine rear, the force of it sending you tottering forwards across the hotel room. Without your arms you're unable to fight back and helpless to control your balance. He steers you easily, sending you tottering towards the doorway with another vicious slap across your cheeks. "Stop it!" you yelp, your voice muffled as it comes from between your legs.
"Honey, where is the fun of keeping you cooped up in the hotel room? I want the whole resort to see my husband like this." He pulls open the door. The tropical night air floods into the air conditioned room. You can hear the hubbub and chatter of the crowded poolside kiki bar downstairs.
"I can't go out this way! This isn't what I had in mind when we - AAH!." His third strike sends you tripping over the threshold, his hand print smarting bright pink across your butt cheeks. June has never been this rough with you before. Perhaps his new male physique has given him a male psyche to match.
"This way," your wife instructs. Fearing further spanking and with little other recourse, you step forward, your vision swaying from side to side with the sashaying of your abundantly female hips. His arms slips around your waist as you reach the top of the stairs, guiding you down them.
As you step into the bar, heads turn. This isn't fair! All the other guests look respectable, perhaps an extra breast here, an exotic skin-colour there, but nothing on a par with you. Moving further into the crowd, you turn to see June hanging back, watching you with a smirk on his face. "Would the lady care for a drink?" You almost jump out of your skin. One of the waiters, a swarthy latino gentleman, is standing close, staring down at your face between your legs as if it is the most normal thing in the world. To your dismay, you discover your eyes are now perfectly at crotch-height, that he is standing uncomfortable close and that he is noticably endowed. The sight of his crotch bulge fills your vision.
Without waiting for an answer, the waiter lifts one of the half-coconut cocktails from the tray in his hands. Since you have no arms to hold it, he holds it for you between your thighs, sliding the straw between your vertical lips. You don't want to drink it, but you quickly realise he does not intend to leave until you have.
This is unbelievable. An hour ago you were a man looking forward to a week of moderately kinky sex with your wife. Now you're drinking woo woo through your crotch face while your wife watches. As you slurp up the last drops...
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