Thursday, December 8, 2016
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Monday, December 5, 2016
Every year sissy's wife hosts a party for the field office executives of the company where she works. Since she feminized her husband, her sissy's contribution to the party has resulted in perfect attendance, not to mention steady promotion up the corporate ladder for her wife. The line forms at the bedroom door.
And by the way, the female field office executives are also in attendance.
Friday, December 2, 2016
[NOTE - Anyone who is just beginning to read my blog might want to read the following early entries in my blog about my sissy journey before reading this latest entry: - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - – - - - - - - - - - - – - These are the previous posts that tell the story about my sissy journey.]
Two nights ago, quarterback's second night staying at our house, when I arrived home from work, my house was quiet. I knew my cheerleader and her quarterback were home though because each of their cars were in front of our house. They had gone Christmas shopping during the day. I had no idea what evening plans, if any, they had. As I walked toward the stairs to our bedroom I heard laughing. My cheerleader was especially loud and was squealing too. I called out her name, not wanting to interrupt them if they were, well, you know. She hollered back, "Sissy? Come on up sweetie!"
As I walked up the stairs and got closer to our bedroom, I could tell that the voices and laughter was coming from the master bathroom. I slowly walked into our semi-dark bedroom and poked my head carefully into the bathroom, certain already what I'd see - the two of them in our bathtub together. And sure enough, that is what I saw. Quarterback, for his part, seemed unconcerned to be found in the tub with my cheerleader. After all, when he was around, she belonged to him now. And as for her, she was having such fun with him, laughing and splashing, that she seemed oblivious to how I might feel to be standing there, in my work clothes, watching them. They had a bottle of champagne opened by the tub and were sipping out of their flutes.
My cheerleader stopped laughing long enough to say hi to me and ask how my day had been. I stuttered, telling her it was fine. Truly? I was uncomfortable, uncertain how I should react to what they were doing. I asked how their day had gone. My cheerleader told me it was fantastic, with an exclamation point! She then said they had bought me something that they wanted me to try on for them and directed me to the guest room to change and then return.
I left them in the tub with bath bubbles covering them and went to the guest room, my tummy already churning with anxiety about what they may have bought for me. What I found was something I would not have imagined. I suppose I assumed it would be lingerie, of some sort, probably something like a nightie and a bra and panty set, but no. Lying on the bed was a pair of pink sheer tights, a pink sheer body suit, a pink bra, no panties, my bells from the night before, and a light blue lace tulle ballerina tutu. And pink high heels. There was a note on the bed written by my cheerleader that read, "You are going to look so adorable in this sissy. Be sure to notice that the tights and bodysuit have been modified to permit your bells to be worn appropriately. Don't let me down. Hurry up! We're waiting!"
Should I have declined? Perhaps. Did the thought cross my mind? No. Not even for a second. I realized this would be embarrassing. I also realized that was probably the point too. And yet, I knew I'd wear it, just as my cheerleader had asked. I removed my work clothes, including the lingerie I'd worn to work that day. I stepped into the guest bathroom and turned on the shower, deciding I should be clean before putting on my new outfit. I took a quick shower and then went back to the guest room to change, my cheerleader's laughs and squeals emanating down the hallway.
I suppose everyone can just picture how sissy I looked once I had the outfit on. My chastity cage was clearly visible through the tights and bodysuit. The dangling bells between my thighs were freely clanging. And when I pulled that pretty light blue tulle ballerina skirt up around my waist, I just knew I'd never looked sissier in my life. Quarterback was going to love seeing me emasculated like this. At least, that is what I thought. Just as I was getting up my courage to go to them, my cheerleader called out, "Sissy! Are you coming?" I smiled and replied, "On my way!"
Walking in my five inch heels, basically fully exposed as a chastised sissy, I pulled my shoulders back and walked in to them, letting my hips sway as I walked in short sissy steps. Stepping onto the bathroom tile, my heels clicked and quarterback whistled. My cheerleader exclaimed, "Oh sissy! So cute! Spin for us!" she ordered me. Knowing my cheeks had to be as red as my freshly painted lips, I turned for them and they each cheered me.
My cheerleader was sitting in the tub facing her quarterback, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her full breasts were floating on the surface of the tub and he was fondling them, as if he owned them which, he pretty much did, while she was stroking his cock like she worshipped it. I stood there feeling quite out of place as the two of them remained intimate. I didn't know what I was expected to do at this point, now that they'd seen me in my new outfit. That's when the event of the evening was thrust upon me. Quarterback looked at me and said, "Come here sissy." I walked over by the tub. Then, smiling as he looked at my cheerleader, he said, "Your wife needs a trimming sissy. I understand that is your job." My cheerleader giggled and I was just stunned. I said nothing. "Is that right sissy? You shave her for me?" I nodded my head and barely uttered a reply, "Yes." "Good," he answered. "I want you to do it. Now. I want to watch." I hesitated. He looked up at me. "The shave cream and razor is right there," he pointed to the side of the tub. "Be careful now. I don't want her nicked in any way."
Feeling so humiliated and exposed as a sissy cuckold husband, I submitted. I sank to my knees and reached for the shave cream. My cheerleader laid back toward the other side of the tub and let her pelvis float at the surface of the water, her full beautiful body displayed for her quarterback to watch. As for him, well his thick cock was bobbing above the surface of the water just in front of my face and I couldn't keep my eyes from darting back and forth between his cock and my cheerleader's pussy. Deciding the sooner I completed the task the sooner my embarrassment would end, I shook the can and squirted a healthy dollop of the cream into my palm and began coating my cheerleader's pussy, feeling my won arousal take control of me as I did so. After coating her and rubbing it on thoroughly, I began to slowly and carefully slide the razor over her nether region to remove the tiny bit of stubble that had grown there over the past 48 hours since I'd last shaved her. I could feel her quarterback watch me. I could see my cheerleader looking at him too. She licked her lips and asked, "Are you going to fuck me when she's done?" Her quarterback kind of growled and answered, "What do you think?" "I hope so," she giggled. I felt like some kind of attendant that they barely acknowledged was present.
After a few minutes, my cheerleader was perfectly smooth. I rinsed her off and then sat back on my haunches, waiting to be excused for them to continue with their bath. But that was not part of quarterback's plan. No. He wasn't quite through with me. "Suck my cock sissy. Get me ready to fuck your wife." I got back and leaned over the edge of the tub. His cock was already hard as a rock. He didn't need to be made ready. He just wanted to make me suck him before he entered my cheerleader. This was all about embarrassing me. And it was working. I opened my mouth and took him inside, slowly swirling my tongue around his thick helmet, knowing he was about to be inside of my cheerleader. I only sucked on him for a brief moment before he said, "That's enough sissy. Come here baby," he told my cheerleader. She immediately scooched up in the tub and crawled onto his lap, easily settling onto his thick, hard cock and letting him slide completely inside of her. Quarterback exclaimed, "Sissy! She is so smooth! Excellent job!" And then, as I kneeled by the tub, the two of them fucked. My cheerleader rocked back and forth in the water as her ex-husband fucked her freshly shaved pussy. Her quarterback fondled her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples. My cheerleader leaned forward, pressing her soft breasts against him and kissed him deeply. When she broke the kiss she sighed and moaned, "I love your cock. Soooo much! Please! Never stop fucking me. Ever!" Quarterback grunted and groaned as he let her ride him in the tub. They fucked and fucked. I was so turned on by this point. I forgot how sissy and silly I must look kneeling there beside them, enraptured with being permitted such a close up viewing of their intimacy. The two of them were so good together. I understood how much my cheerleader needed him and could never imagine preventing her from having him in her life, sexually speaking. Soon I could tell he was about to climax. She squeezed him tightly as he began pushing his cock up inside of her as deeply as he could penetrate her. Then he began grunting and growling, "Oh fuck! Your cunt is so hot babe! So hot!" My cheerleader squealed, "Fuck! Your cum is so hot! I love it. I want more! More! More!" Then, as quickly and as hot as it had been, it was over. She collapsed onto his chest and kissed him. His cock was still inside of her. I just kneeled there waiting for my next instruction.
Quarterback said, "We're hungry sissy. While we dry off, go make some dinner." He then pushed my cheerleader back from him, letting is cock pull out, and she whimpered, "No!" But he just laughed and said, "Don't worry baby. We're not done yet." He stood in the tub and turned toward me, his thick softening cock swaying in front of him. "Clean it sissy," he said. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth and sucked the sperm covering his cock and also received a treat of some extra cum out of him. He then reached down to help my cheerleader stand. "Now her," he said. As my cheerleader stood in the tub, I leaned forward and locked my mouth over her smooth slit and began sucking her quarterback's sperm out of her pussy. There was, as usual, quite a bit and I loved doing it for her.
When I was finished, I stood up and went to prepare them dinner. I'd been alone in the kitchen for a while when quarterback came downstairs. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that he was wearing a robe hanging open at the front. His cock hung heavily between his legs as he walked over to me. Coming up close behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and said, "Don't stop," and so I continued working on dinner. Having him touch me like that made my stomach churn with anxiety. He edged closer to me and I could feel his cock pressing up against my butt. With one of his hands he softly stroked my neck. "Are you okay sissy?" he asked. I was nervous at the way he was being with me while we were alone. I replied, "Yes. I think so." He said, "You are a different one, you know that, right?" I answered, "I suppose so." "Hmmmm," he said. "But you like this, don't you? I mean, I don't want to do anything to hurt you. But I think you like this. Am i right? Tell me," he encouraged me to speak freely. I thought for a second or two. As I did I felt his hand drop between my thighs and he softly stroked my balls through my pantyhose. I shuddered at his touch. "Yes," I admitted. "I do. Like it." Then, added, "No. I love it." He sighed a deep breath behind me and said gently, "Good. Because I like it too. And so does your wife. But I want you to say 'Uncle' if we go too far. Deal?" I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. I smiled to myself, loving the touch of his fingers on me through the nylon covering my clitty. "Deal," I agreed. Then, he leaned over and kissed me on the side of my cheek and said, "Go to your wife now. She wants you. I'll stir this," referring to the meal I was preparing for dinner.
I did as he said, wondering if the two of them had decided to do this together, or whether what he'd just done was him acting on his own. I walked upstairs to find my cheerleader, feeling nervous about what she was going to say to me. I found her lying on our bed, naked, her legs open and her knees up. She was clearly waiting for me, and smiled when I entered the bedroom. "Hi baby," she said. "You okay?" The two of them must have been worried they had gone too far with me, as each were showing extra concern for my well being. I nodded. "Yes. I'm fine. Are you?" She smiled and said, "I'm very fine. I have something for you. Come," she beckoned me to her with her finger. As I approached the bed she directed me between her thighs, pulling my face right into her, and I needed no further explanation. Her quarterback had left a gift for me. I began licking her and immediately could taste his sperm inside of her. My cheerleader maintained a soft, but firm pressure on the back of my head as I licked and sucked her. Moaning she encouraged me, "That's a good girl sissy. I love this. I love everything about what we have. But mostly, I love you. Thank you for giving me this." She couldn't have said anything more perfect than what she'd just said. When I finished, she pulled me to her chest and kissed me on my mouth, a full and deep wet kiss. When we broke, she smiled at me and said, "Isn't his cum yummy?" I laughed. "Yes. It is," I agreed. "I'm so glad you like it. And that you are okay with everything. You are okay with everything, aren't you?" Again, as her quarterback had done, she was checking to ensure that I was on board. "Yes. I'm okay. with everything," I assured her. "I'm so happy to hear that. Let's go have some dinner then. Okay?" I smiled. "Okay."
My cheerleader put on a babydoll nightie and we went downstairs to join her quarterback. He turned to us as we entered the kitchen and asked, "Are we all good?" My cheerleader walked over to him and kissed him full on the mouth, holding it for a long time. When they broke she said, "We are all so good." I was smiling at this latest development. The two of them were so good together, but more importantly for me, they were each concerned about me and how I was handling what they had been throwing my way. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to be the best sissy husband possible. It was, all in all, an interesting evening. I felt like a brand new rhythm was being developed between the three of us, although I never quite knew what I might expect next. What I knew for certain was that they had become very comfortable using me as their sissy. And I was determined to enjoy my role in their relationship.