Simple Things Matter

Simple little acts such as this - acts real women do without thinking - are such huge turn-ons for sissies!

Wedding Night - Four

My wife and I on our wedding day.  I’m the one sucking the dick.  She’s the one who will be fucked by it.

Wedding Night - Three

I’d already fluffed my Best Man. Now I had to get my bride's pussy wet so he wouldn’t hurt her with his twelve inch cock.  She certainly wasn't letting me consummate our marriage with my little pee pee.

Wedding Night - Two

A photo from my wife’s and my wedding night. She decided that, since all of her bridesmaids already knew I was a sissy, that it would be fun to spend our wedding night as a wedding party pajama party. I’m the third one from the left. 

They were all sweet and nice. So, it wasn’t too bad that my plans for our wedding night were altered. I’d planned to fuck my wife to consummate our marriage. 

However, when the knock came on our hotel room door, and it was all of my groomsmen who my wife invited to stop by, I was devastated. By the end of the night, every bridesmaid, and my wife, had been fucked. But only after I fluffed each of my groomsmen. Then, adding further indignity to the special night of our wedding, she made me clean the cum out of hers and each of her bridesmaid’s pussy.

Wedding Night - One

At first, I was embarrassed to be seen in public wearing a wedding gown. But, surprisingly, my friends and family accepted me readily. Some even said they suspected I was a sissy all along. 

I have to admit, I was a pretty bride.

Don't you agree?

In Sissy's Face

I was sitting on the couch watching the whole thing.  And I can tell you this.  My wife never, ever had done anything like this for me.  Before we married, I had no idea she had such naughtiness in her.

The Award

The door to the kitchen was barely cracked. Just enough for me to watch. Watch the man my wife had accompanied to the annual awards banquet for her professional field. Watch him undress her. Watch her permit him such an intimate act most wives reserve for their husbands. Most wives, that is, whose husbands weren’t sissies. Who weren’t, at this very moment, dressed in a French maid dress, six inch heels, and a blonde wig, watching their wives about to be fucked by another man. Or, should I say, by a man?