Running late...

"Hi Sweetie, I'm so sorry, but I'm running late tonight.  I should be home in an hour.  Can you entertain our dinner guest until I get there?"  My wife sounds frantic as she's leaving work.

"Yeah, of course I can.  Take a deep breath and relax.  I've got this.  Now drive safe, and I'll see you when you get home.  Love you!" 

I hang up the phone and pull my hair back up.  "Now, where were we?"

Concert

I'm at a concert with my wife and her friends.  The band has already played a number of their big hits, but are currently playing a single off their new album.  I just can't get into it, so I excuse myself to visit the bathroom.

In the concourse, I pass by what appear to be the band's roadies.  A couple of them watch as I make my way past them.  Once I'm done in the restrooms, I head back to our seats.  The roadies are still there.  One of them pulls me aside.

"Hey, we're wondering if you'd like to meet the band?  We can get you backstage if you'd like."

"Oh wow!  Me?!  Definitely!!!"

So I follow them through the side door and down a series of hallways.  They lead me into a room, where they tell me to wait.  As I'm waiting, I can faintly hear the bass and drums through the walls.  I can also hear cheers and clapping between songs.

The music stops, and a minute later the door opens.  It's the whole band! 

I shake their hands vigorously while telling them how big of a fan I am.  I'm star-struck to say the least!  The band is super-nice and talks to me for a couple minutes before moving on.  The bassist hangs back and tells me I'm attractive!  "Something about you is exotic and different," he says.  If he only knew the truth of it!

Before I know it I'm on my knees giving him oral.  He's rock hard and encouraging me.  I'm really in a groove, when the door opens and my wife comes in.  He finishes in my mouth with a series of grunts, and I swallow it all down as my wife just watches dumbfounded.

She's furious that I left her and her friends for so long, and never bothered texting her.  Luckily, she used the tracking app on my phone to find me.  Then, it still took her awhile to explain to the roadies what happened and to convince them to let her backstage.

I hope she doesn't punish me too much when we get home.  Meeting the band was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Party favor

"Alison!" My wife calls from the kitchen.  "I was just texting my friends.  Get in the car, we have a surprise for you!"

I feel butterflies in my stomach instantly.  It's a weird mix of dread and anxious excitement whenever they plan an adventure for me.  By now I know it's of no use to argue or resist.  So I hop in the passenger seat as she slides behind the wheel.

We stop at her best friend's house, where her friends are waiting by the driveway.  Her best friend holds a plastic shopping bag.  They move me to the back seat at this point, me in the middle of my wife and her best friend, the other two in the front.

"We have some fun props for you today, sissy," my wife says with a smile.  She pulls a blindfold out of the plastic bag and places it over my eyes.  Alright, I think, so they don't want me to see where we're going.  Not a big deal, I can handle that.

I hear the bag rustle again and feel a band placed around my wrist and fastened.  They have me lean forward.  Before I know it, my hands are forced behind my back and another band is tightened around my free wrist.  

That's when I start to panic, my mind races to figure out what mischief they've thought up that requires me to be blindfolded and restrained.  I hear the women texting each other and laughing.  Oh my, I'm in for it now!

The engine stops and car doors open.  I'm led out of the side door and into a building.  The sound of basketballs dribbling and squeaky sneakers tells me we're in a gym.  Over the din I hear the best friend talking with someone.  Next I'm led down a hallway and through a door.

"OK, Alison, we're here," my wife says.  She gently leads me into the room until my shins bump into something solid.  I stop to avoid tripping over it.  The women nudge me forward anyway, helping to lower my body onto what feels like a couch.  Then silence.

"What's going on?" I ask.  No answer.  Just silence for minutes.

When I hear multiple baritone voices approaching from the hallway outside the room, my blindfold is finally removed.  I see that I'm lying prone on a long padded ottoman, hands still restrained behind my back.  My wife and her three friends are sitting cross-legged on a matching couch a few feet to my left.  

The male voices can be heard just outside the room, a couple of them laughing at a joke.  My wife stands up, straightens her dress, and walks toward the door.  I hear it open, but am unable to twist my head around to see who's coming in.  

"Welcome to the party, guys!" my wife's best friend says from the couch, with her hands held out towards me.  "We brought the entertainment, and are excited to watch a show."

I hear the door shut. followed by a click of a deadbolt.  Next comes my wife's voice.  

"We've brought condoms and a bottle of lube, which you can find in the plastic bag here by the door."  She walks back to the couch and sits with her friends.  

"Remember, the gym is packed today and this office seems secluded, so feel free to really give this sissy everything you've got.  If there's no questions, then enjoy yourselves!"

"Well, let's see what we got here!" I hear a man say as he slaps my ass.  I wriggle against the restraints, but they hold tight.  

As I feel my skirt being pulled up my legs, I turn to my wife and her friends and say, "Okay, you really got me.  I hope you enjoy your show.  You have no idea how humiliated I feel right now.  You guys owe me big time for this."

The women just sit on the couch, legs crossed, watching intently.

Long exposure

"Great, now stand at the end of the bed and bend over it," he says in a gruff voice.  "And keep your eyes forward."

My wife and I, both nude save for our stockings and heels, walk across the hotel room and obey his orders.  I'm not sure about her, but I feel so vulnerable in this position, my bare bottom exposed to this stranger.  Sure, turned on a bit too with the anticipation of what's to come.

She asked awhile back if I'd be open to us being dominated together.  She thought it could be fun and build another bond between us.  She'd found him online and had been communicating with him multiple times.  By text messages at first, then by phone calls as things had progressed.  

Before we left the house she assured me it would be alright.  I trust her gut feelings and thorough vetting process, but still here we are, mostly naked in a hotel room with someone we barely know.

"Mmm Hmm," he says approvingly.  I can hear him starting to disrobe.  He takes his time, stopping frequently to admire the view in front of him.  

I'm still unsure my body is desirable to alpha males, even with the feminizing stockings and heels.  These doubts start to run through my head as I stare at the picture on the wall.  I know his sounds of approval should put my mind at ease, but the thoughts increase with each passing minute that we stand still to his prying eyes.

A shiver runs down my spine as I long to feel his touch, or at least have him touch my wife.  It's torture here waiting for something (anything!) to physically happen.  He laughs as he sees my involuntary movement, knowing full well what he's doing to me mentally.

My wife turns her head slightly and whispers to me.  "I bet he takes you first, sissy.  I really don't stand a chance to your long, slender legs.  And that waist trainer's given you a figure to die for!  You really do have a body that most woman would love to have."

I can't help but smile.  "Thanks, Honey," I whisper back.  "You're such a beautiful, amazing wife that always finds the right words at the right time.  I'm so lucky to have you."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, ladies," he says with a clap.  "Time to get this party started."

Insomnia

I'm lying in bed thinking of all the tasks and errands that await me in the morning.  I know I should be asleep by now, but just can't seem to settle my mind.

Hold on, what's that noise?  I freeze my body, holding my breath, straining to hear the sound again.  There...do you hear it?  It's a slight scraping sound over by the closet.

I force myself out from under the cozy covers and drag myself to the closet.  With one hand on each door, I slide them open.  Inside are two naked men!  I can see their hairless bodies, but their faces are hidden in the shadows.

Their hands reach out at me, and pull me towards them.  Instinctively, I fall to my knees and place my lips around the first man's penis.  I'm amazed at how this happens so naturally and without any thought.  The second man is now stiff, his erection waiting nearby for my attention.

I look up and see the top of the first man's torso fading into darkness.  I take him in my hand and put man #2 into my mouth.  He's thicker, but just as delicious.  I alternate placing each man in my mouth, working my head back and forth on one while pumping my hand on the other.  My rhythm increases, while the men moan louder.

"Honey...Honey!"

I open my eyes to my wife shaking my elbow.  The morning light peeks thru the bedroom window.  

"Honey, you were moaning in your sleep.  I thought I should wake you.  Were you having a nightmare?"

"No, it wasn't a nightmare.  It was the most peaceful sleep I've had in ages!"

The bet

It's the last day of the festival in the neighboring town.  My wife and I enjoy a leisurely stroll down the main boulevard, looking at the various odds and ends the vendors are selling while the smell of fried foods fills the air.

"Excuse me, sir, could you help us settle a bet?" she asks a stranger.  It takes me by surprise as we had been walking together in silence.  What is she doing?

"Sure, I'll try," he replies.  He's of average height, dark hair, seems physically fit, and has an air of playfulness about him.  I'm guessing that's why she chose him.

"Well, my friends gave my husband here a make-over.  When they finished, they all thought he could pass as a woman.  I admit, my friends did a great job.  However, they're so proud of their work, they suggested men might prefer him over me.  So, this may be a bit embarrassing, but which one of us would you rather be with...if you know what I mean?"

The man is taken aback when my wife says I'm a man.  But he takes a step back to check us both out, looking us over from head to toe.

"I have to agree, your friends are very talented," he says to her.  "But, at the end of the day I'd still choose you, ma'am.  Your husband's a lucky guy."

"Wow, thanks!  You just made my day," she says sincerely.  Somehow her hand is on his upper arm.  "You hear that, Sweetie?" she says.  "I win the bet."

"Now," she continues.  "Since you were so honest, I'd like to share my prize with you.  Because you picked me over my husband, I'll let you get a taste of what you chose.  And since my sissy husband lost the bet, he has to watch.   What do you say?  You interested?"

"Seriously?" he asks.  He glances around before answering.  "Yeah, sure, I'm in."

My wife takes takes his hand in hers and leads us both down a nearby alley.  Once we round the corner, she pulls her panties down her thighs while keeping eye contact with him.

"Go ahead," she says to the man.  "Understand, I'm giving you carte blanche.  You can do whatever you want with me.  Only rule is you have to use protection.  My husband can hook you up with that."  

She slowly lifts her skirt, revealing her milky white thighs followed by her naked sex.  She turns around slowly, giving him a good view of her body.

The man is quick to get his hands on her.  He gently grabs at her thigh and gives a playful spank on her ass.  He glances cautiously over at me.

"Don't mind him," my wife says.  "He's on board with this.  Aren't you, sissy?  Make sure you watch what a real man does with a woman."

And that's how a stranger had his way with my wife in an alley, while I stood by and watched.

Lazy morning

It's a lazy slow-moving type of morning with nothing on the agenda.  You know those types of days.  

I enter the kitchen to get the coffee brewing, and notice the dirty dishes piled in the sink.  I have time before the coffee is ready, so I grab an apron and wrap it around my waist.

In a few minutes all of the clean dishes are resting in the drying rack.  I look over at the coffee as the machine pushes the last drips of water through the filter.  I take a moment to stretch my arms and back, working out the kinks from my slumber.

"Good morning, sissy."  I feel a delicate hand on my backside.   I turn my head and kiss my wife.  

I'm not sure exactly why, but there's something electric about this moment that I can't put my finger on.  But our greeting slowly morphs into something more.  

We continue kissing each other slowly.  Just like the morning, slow and unhurried.  Two people just enjoying the moment together.

She eventually stops and takes my hand in hers.  "Come on, let's go back to bed."

Halloween party

My wife walks into the bedroom behind me.  I'm still in shock at what she's laid out on the bed.

"Well, have you made your choice yet?" she asks with a grin.

"You're sure I have to wear one of these to the Halloween party?  All of our friends will be there."

"Honey, I told you.  I pick out the costumes, and you get first choice.  Remember, I'm being nice by letting you pick first.  Don't make me regret this, sissy."

"Of course," I reply quickly, realizing I'm now on borrowed time.  "I'll dress as the witch."

"Great!  I'll be the pirate.  Now run along and get changed, we don't want to keep our friends waiting."

Signature required

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Yes ma'am, I have a package here for John^* that requires a signature.  Is he home?"

"Oh...um...I usually sign for his packages without any incident.  Is that alright?"

"Well, ma'am, normally I wouldn't mind, but my manager has been coming down on us lately for packages that don't make it to their destination."

"Oh, of course, I see."  *Continues in a quieter voice*  "Well, hopefully you can be discreet...this is kind of embarrassing, but I am John."

"Um, no offense ma'am, but you don't look like a man to me.  Do you have proof, like a driver's license or similar?"

"Hmm...my license has my picture as a man.  Can you compare it to my face and then let me sign?"

"Again...I'm awfully sorry ma'am.  You could be a sister or a relative.  I really need to leave this with the intended recipient."

"Well, what if I show you my license, prove to you I'm a man, and my wife vouches for me?  Would you let me sign then?"

"I guess that would be using due diligence."

"Great.  Why don't you come inside and make yourself comfortable while I get my wife and license.  Then I'll be more than happy to let you check me out yourself."

^*John is not my real name.  Or is it?  :)

Cousin-in-law's birthday

Sitting at the picnic table, I eat another grape as I listen to an old lady complain about inconveniences she had on a recent trip.  Momentarily tuning her out, I glance to my right and make eye contact with him.  Again.  I can't help but smile.  He smiles back.  

Turning back to the lady at my table, I find the break in her story I so desperately need.

"I'm sorry, that sounds absolutely horrible," I say.  "Please excuse me.  I'll be right back."  I stand up and smooth out my skirt.

Over at the food table, I make small-talk with some of the other guests when he's suddenly standing by my side.  Goosebumps appear on my arms.

"Good food, great people.  A guy really can't ask for much more for his birthday."

"Exactly," I reply sheepishly.  "Happy birthday, by the way!"

"Thanks.  So, you're married to my cousin?"

"Yeah, it's a long story," I reply.

"No need," he says.  "She gave me the quick version when we talked last week."  

"Uh-oh," I think, "what did she tell him?"

"Have you seen the ducks down by the pond yet?" he asks.

"No, I haven't.  I didn't even realize there were ducks here."

"Great, come with me."

We make small talk as we hike thru the woods.  Upon reaching a clearing, he turns and says, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have the most amazing eyes."

"Thanks," I reply.  I feel my cheeks starting to blush.  "You've got a really nice smile."

I reach out and touch his hand with mine, hoping he senses the sexual tension building.  As he brings his face close to mine, I kiss him passionately.  A simple embrace leads to hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Later in the evening, when my wife and I get in the car to go home, she brings up a photo on her phone.  "You'll never believe what I saw on my walk this afternoon, sissy.  Look at this horny couple going at it down by the duck pond.  I wonder who they were?" she says as she gives me a wink.

Sissy car troubles

I'm on my way to the grocery store again, when the check engine light suddenly comes on.  Not knowing cars very well, I pull over to see what I can figure out.

There's surprisingly little useful information in the car manual beyond scheduling a trip to the mechanic.  

How serious is this?  Can I still drive?  Can I make it to the store and back home safely?  I check out my reflection in the rear-view mirror, ensuring my hair and makeup look perfect.  

I pull the hood release until I hear it "pop".  Sliding out the door, I make my way to the front of the car, stepping carefully in my 3-inch heels.  I find the hood catch and prop the hood up in its fully open position.

Leaning my elbows on the edge of the car, I do little more than stare at the endless mass of wires, ducts, and belts.  I close my eyes, mentally picturing the manly alpha male that will inevitably pull over any moment now and help me out with his big rough hands.

I know that I can make it worth his time, since this exact thing has already happened twice this week!

Oktoberfest

Oktoberfest (or Wiesn) recently started in Munich, Germany.  I've yet to go, but have to admit there's always been something appealing about experiencing it firsthand.  

For one, the people.  It's estimated between six and seven million people attend each year.  That's a lot of folks to see, meet, and interact with.  It would be hard not to find strangers to meet and bond with.

Second, the festivities.  Since Oktoberfest is essentially a giant party that lasts two weeks, I'm sure it would be a blast!  Everyone is there to hang out and have fun.  How can you go wrong with that?

Third, the food and drinks.  Roast chicken, sausage, potato dumplings, pretzels.  And of course, beer.  Plenty of options to get your fill.

Last but not least, the clothing.  All those people dressed in traditional Bavarian dirndl or lederhosen.  Even with a knee-length dress, there's plenty to show when you have a low-cut blouse.  

Although I personally wouldn't fill out my top, a sissy can dream and would have to resort to living vicariously through others.

Prost! (or cheers!)

The wrap dress

"It's just a beautiful evening tonight.  Isn't it, sweetie?"

"I was just thinking the same thing," I reply.  "You really couldn't ask for better weather."

"You know what?  It might be all the fresh air getting to me, but I'm feeling a little frisky," she says, slowly twirling the tie of her wrap dress with a finger.

"Uh-oh, do I even want to know what's running through your head right now?"

Without replying, she pulls on the end of the tie, the bow disappearing.  "Oops!  Now what am I supposed to do without a tie to protect my dignity?" 

She gently pulls the top of her dress apart, stopping just short of her nipples, exposing her chest to the night air.  The setting sun casts shadows around her soft round breasts.  I can't help but to admire her beauty.  

Suddenly I remember we're outside, where neighbors and passersby can 'admire' her beauty too.

"Babe, what are you doing?" I whisper.  "What if someone sees you?"

"It's all good," she says.  "I'm still wearing my dress, aren't I?  And my breasts are covered, right?  So what's the harm?"

"Well, I guess you're right," I reply.  "It's just more skin than I'm used to seeing outside."

Before she can reply, I hear a noise from across the street.  I look over to see our new neighbor rolling his trash out to the curb.  My wife stays perfectly still as we watch him from our yard.  Once he reaches the street, he glances our way.  He's actually pretty hot!

"Hi Matt!" my wife calls out.  I look at her with surprise.  She waves with her left hand as her right keeps her dress in place.

He waves back with a grin.  "Good evening, ladies.  Wonderful time to be outside."  He turns and walks back to his house, shaking his head.

"Soooo...spill the beans.  How do you know our new neighbor already?" I ask.  

"I ran into him at the post office this morning.  And before you ask, I actually like it that he saw me like this."  She looks across the street towards his house again before giving me a smile.  "Remind me later to find out if he's married."

With that, she wraps her dress back together and turns toward house.  She looks back over her shoulder.  "Come on inside, sissy.  I suddenly have a need for your tongue!"

Sleepy

"Did you have fun last night, sweetie?" she asks.

"Yeah, he was very nice," I reply.

My wife is quiet for a moment.  When I turn to look at her, she has a grin on her face.

"What?  Why are you smiling like that?"

"You really don't remember, do you?  Oh, my sweet sissy hubby, you can be so adorable sometimes.  He came into our bedroom around midnight, chuckling to himself.  He said you were in the middle of giving him head and slowly nodded off."

"Oh my god, really?!  That doesn't sound like me at all," I say.

"I know.  That's why I didn't believe him at first.  But then he showed me the picture he took."

She takes out her phone, scrolls a bit, then turns it around for me to see.

"To your credit, honey, you do look happy like that!"

"So you just left me sleeping on the sofa?"

"Pretty much.  He was still, um, roaring to go.  So I finished what you'd started.  Then, when he was done, we came downstairs and I saw him to the door.  That's when I checked on you, and covered you up with the blanket."

"Thanks for taking care of me.  And him for that matter," I add.  "I really am lucky to have you as my wife.  I still don't know why I was so tired last night."

She's silent again.  I look over and see another big smile on her face.  

"Maybe you just need to add more protein to your diet."  

She bursts out laughing again.

Pool show

"Alison!!!"

Startled by the shouts of my female name, I stop and look up to see women in the hot tub.  A quick scan of the faces reveals my wife, her co-worker Leah, and other women.  My face flushes with embarrassment as I don't recognize the others.

"Alison, you look great in that bikini," says Leah with a knowing smile.  She was one of the witnesses of my restroom encounter at their work party.

"Thanks, Leah," I reply.  "I'm surprised to see you here."  Which is the truth, since my wife and I had rented this house as a quiet get-away weekend for just the two of us.

"I hope you don't mind," my wife says.  "But it's been so hot out, I invited the girls from the office over for a dip."

She knows I don't mind, since she runs our marriage ever since I told her about Alison.  Which is fine, since our arrangement now fits our personalities.  Still, she uses these niceties in front of others to give the impression that our relationship still has some semblance of normalcy.

"Obviously, you know Leah.  This is Amy, Kayla, Tonya, Mel, and Erica.  Girls, this is my husband Alison." 

"That's your husband?!" Kayla asks from the back of the hot tub.

"Yes, and don't get any ideas, ladies...she's all mine!"

They all laugh at this line.

"Anyway, sweetie, I was just telling them about your sissy ways and some of the experiences we've had over the past year.  Leah's backed me up on some, but the rest of the girls still don't believe it."

"So I asked what it would take to make them believe.  And you know what? They said seeing you give a blowjob would do the trick.  And you have to enjoy it, which I know is not a problem for you."

When my wife says this last part, I feel my face redden again.  We both know I love cock, but hearing her say it in front of others makes me blush.

"OK," I say hesitantly, not knowing exactly what I'm getting into.  "Hypothetically speaking, let's say I give a blowjob in front of you all.  There's no men here, so who'd be on the receiving end?"

"Oh, we've got that covered," laughs my wife.  "Tonya's so excited to see this that she called her husband.  After explaining the situation and some begging on her part, he agreed.  Here's the best part...he's on his way now!"

"Kayla and Erica called their boyfriends, who are coming down to watch the show.  Maybe if you're really lucky, you'll get to service them, too!"

"Why don't you be a good host and refill our drinks while we wait for the men.  Might as well grab one for yourself while you're at it to help you relax."

Stay true

You may grow your hair out, watch what you eat, exercise daily, shave your body, work on your tan, and wear skimpy outfits to attract men.  But you're still you at the core, if that makes sense.  

So if you want to fix that motorcycle, by all means go ahead.  After all, this is the age of women's empowerment!  People should no longer bat an eye at the sight of a female gearhead.

Just remember to moisturize after you've cleaned up!

First class

My wife and I were talking about fantasies the other day.  At first we took turns telling the other about what turned us on at that particular moment.  

I don’t recall how, but the discussion eventually turned to typical male fantasies.  You know...a cheerleader, the school girl with plaid skirt, a teacher, the sexy librarian letting her hair down, etc.

Then my lovely better half had the brilliant idea to dress up like one of these fantasy girls together, head out on the town and make some lucky guy’s dream come true.  

Of course I agreed to it on the spot!  What sissy can say no to an erotic adventure where everyone’s satisfied at the end of the night!

So here we are now, dressed as sexy flight attendants with our hair pulled back, wearing crisp white shirts and short skirts, make-up applied just so. 

The lucky guy we found is sitting back and relaxing while my wife and I take turns tending to his every need.  We’re in this position because we played into a particular fantasy in his head.  Yummy!

Pick-up volleyball

Always looking for a way to stay fit, I often seek out sports-related activities.  It allows me to stay active while not focusing on the physical act of exercising.

As an example, this past weekend I went down to our local park to take advantage of the beautiful weather.  I found a pickup volleyball match, and asked if I could join in.  One person had to leave early, so it gave me a chance to play while meeting some nice, friendly people.

I never thought I was very skilled at volleyball.  However, to my surprise, everyone was super supportive and wanted me on their team.  I must've been a pretty good setter too, because they kept me up by the net!  What a great crowd!

At the movies

It's pouring rain outside.  Your wife is sitting at the dining room table, busy with a job deadline looming.  Sensing her stress, you ask if there's anything you can do to help.

"I love you sissy, and don't take this the wrong way, but just get out of the house and give me some quiet time to concentrate on my work.  I promise you some quality time once my deadline passes."

Mulling over your options, you decide to go see that hit movie that's been out for weeks, but you just haven't found the time to go.  Grabbing the car keys and giving your wife a kiss, you tell her you'll be back in a few hours.

Ticket in hand, you head down the dark hallway towards your theater.  Opening the door, the cool air hits you as you fight off a shiver.  You stifle a laugh when you realize you're the only person in the theater.  You've got your pick of any seat in the house!

Waiting for the film to start, you check to silence your phone, only to remember you're by yourself.  But that changes as you hear footsteps as another person enters the room.  They sit a few seats to your side.

You glance over and see it's a man with light hair and beard.  He looks your way and smiles.  You smile back as the lights dim for the first movie trailer.  

The first trailer is for a suspenseful horror movie.  When it's over you realize it's still only the two of you in the theater.  You get up and approach him.  "I don't think I want to see that movie.  I'm scared just watching the trailer.  Do you mind if I sit next to you?  It'll make me feel safer."

"No problem," he says with a laugh.  "You'd think there'd be more people here on a rainy day."

You hold the back of your miniskirt against you as you take a seat next to him.  You catch him watching you, eyeing your long, smooth legs just a bit too long.  You smile inwardly, knowing he's noticed you.

The next trailer is for a comedy, which has you both laughing and feeling less spooked.  The third trailer is a romantic period film, with scenes of sexual tension and glimpses of skin.  You feel a hand on your thigh, and realize it's not your own.  You give a sideways glance at him.

That's when you notice the bulk in the front of his slacks.  With his nonverbal invitation, you reach over to give it a gentle massage through the fabric of his pants.  He sighs softly and adjusts himself to give you better access.

Reaching into his pants, you nearly faint when you feel how amazing he is.  Not only is his dick long, but it's fairly thick too!  You pull it out and stare at it with lust as you give it a few good tugs.  

You pull your skirt and panties down, and start slowly rubbing the cage between your legs with two fingers as you continue to slide your hand up and down his immense shaft.

As much as you want to taste him, you're too enamored with the sight of your dainty hand pumping up and down on his picture-perfect cock.  You pace yourself so that he doesn't get too excited, yet never goes soft either.  

This goes on for a while before the pressure in your cage gets to be too much and you excuse yourself.  Feeling flushed, you walk outside the building to get some fresh air.  

After some time, you feel like yourself again and head back inside.  When you get to the theater, the ending credits are running and the room is empty.

Even though you're sad he's gone, you can't wait to tell the story about the big one that got away!

Good little sissy

"Excuse me everyone, can I have your attention for a minute?”

“First of all, thank you all for coming over to our house for happy hour!  I want you to feel welcome here, so if you need anything just ask.”

"I know it's been a long week and we could all use a drink right about now.  I’m sure most of you remember my husband here.  He’ll be making his way around the party.  Please let him know if you need a refill, a snack, or whatever!  He really does want to assist in any way he can, so don’t be shy.”

“Now Honey, why don’t you be a good little sissy and pour everyone some wine!”

Wimbledon

Exciting times as the Wimbledon finals take place this weekend.  Now, if I could just figure out how the women store that extra ball in their panties...

Work party

My wife's work has a company party being held downtown.

“Since you don’t know many of my co-workers, I want you to go with me as Alison.  I’ll tell everyone my husband couldn’t make it, and brought a friend instead.  Nobody will know besides my best friends, and they've already sworn to secrecy.  Besides, it’ll help you feel at ease and gain confidence as a woman.”

When we arrive at the party, I initially feel overwhelmed by the size of the crowd.  I worry how passable I really am, and if anyone has figured out I'm a genetic male.  I am wearing a cute little black dress that has a magical way of altering my body shape.

“Don’t be silly, sissy,” my wife says.  “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.  Nobody here has the slightest suspicion you’re not a true woman.  Now get out there and mingle with confidence.”

I get a glass of wine from the bar and cross paths with her best friend.

“To be honest, I’d swear you were just another woman at this party if I didn't know any better.  You two did a great job with your makeup.  I’m so glad you decided to come out tonight!”

“Thanks, you’re going to make me blush,” I reply.  “It was a tough decision, but I’m glad I came too.”

As I'm talking, I make eye contact with a cute guy with a goatee over her shoulder.  I quickly look away and focus back on the conversation.  

A few seconds later I look his way again, and he's looking back.  This time he smiles.  I blush and say, “Excuse me, I need to use the ladies room.  I’ll be right back.”

I walk towards the restrooms, which are conveniently located at the other end of the courtyard, past Mr. Cute.  I smile as I approach him.  He smiles back.  I then realize his eyes sparkle when he smiles.

Feeling frisky, I slide my tongue across my upper lip in a flirtatious way.  I swear the front of his slacks twitch slightly!

I continue towards the restrooms, my high heels make the telltale clack sound as they strike the concrete walkway.  I imagine his gaze from behind, watching my hips swaying seductively.

I finally reach the women’s room.  My eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright lights.  Nearby is an upholstered couch, followed by a line of sinks and further down are the stalls.  I don’t see or hear anyone else at the moment.

The door opens behind me, and the guy peers in.  I wave him inside with a smile.  As he approaches I kiss him passionately.  He kisses me back while placing his hands on either side of my face.  There’s a sudden heat rising between us as we kiss, our hands running over each other’s bodies.

I finally break from his embrace.  Staring into his eyes, I lower to my knees.  Loosening his belt and pants buckle takes barely an instant as I can’t wait to see (taste?) what’s inside.

Gently pulling his boxers down to his thighs reveals a beautiful dick, already hardening.  I waste no time getting my glossy lips around it.  His smooth flesh on my tongue mixed with the musky smell from his crotch causes my head to spin!

I eagerly suck on his growing cock, flicking my tongue under the head where I know it’s the most sensitive.  He moans with pleasure as he holds the back of my head, pulling himself back in every time I pull back.  The pace increases as we find a rhythm.

Suddenly, the door swings open and two women walk in.  I don’t bother looking up to see who it is, as I don’t really care at this point.  There’s no stopping me now that my inner slut has come out!  I hear them whisper and giggle as they walk past us toward the stalls.

The man pulls out of my mouth, indicating it’s time to switch up the action.  I bend over the nearby couch and pull the hem of my dress up to my hips, presenting myself to him.  

Standing behind me, the man flips his tie over his shoulder before slipping a finger into each side of my panties and pulls them down to my thighs, exposing my tight hole to him.

He slaps my ass with his large hand, eliciting a surprise yelp from my mouth.  Keeping his hand on its landing spot he grabs my cheek before rubbing it with his palm.  

I then feel his stiff cock rubbing up and down my backside.  I shiver in anticipation, reaching back with my hand to aid in his approach.

I place his tip against my pussy and he eases his hips forward, my hole stretching as his girth seeks entrance.  I relax my body as he continues pushing forward.  Once his entire cock is inside me, he pauses.  The feeling of fullness is amazing and mind blowing!

As his tip finds my prostate, my clit drools a single shiny strand down to the couch cushion.  A moan escapes my lips as my mind reels from the sensation.

The feelings only get better as he slowly withdraws and advances again.  Each thrust tapping my p-spot like a bulls-eye.  He grabs my waist for leverage and picks up the pace.  Now he starts to really thrust!

“Oh yes!  Right there!  Harder!” I hear myself say as more women enter the bathroom and stop to watch the show. 

“Fuck me!!  Come on...push harder!!” I say in a louder voice.  The guy obliges and picks up his pace, with his pelvis audibly slapping harder against my ass as he starts moaning.

“GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME!!! FUCK!!!” I yell, pushing my legs further apart, desperate for any way to get him further inside me.  My screams can probably be heard outside the bathroom, but I'm beyond caring at this point.  I just want him to cum inside me!

His moaning increases as he pushes hard into me and holds himself still.  Pulling on my waist firmly, he grunts one last time.  I feel a slow throbbing inside me.  I relax and enjoy the awesome sensations.  An involuntary shiver runs down my spine as my mind and body try to reconcile what just happened.

Once we've recovered, he pulls out.  I turn around and face a half dozen women watching us.  They start clapping and cheering!

I spot my wife and her best friend, both with big smiles on their faces.  My wife gives me a big kiss.  I can tell she’s proud of her little sissy slut!

Mystery man II

Just like the last time, my wife blindfolds me again.  This time she leads me upstairs to our bedroom and tells me to wait patiently on the edge of the bed.

I hear our doorbell ring, followed by muffled talking.  Our bedroom door opens.  My wife climbs on the bed behind me, and guides his dick into my hand.  Whispering in my ear, she narrates the scene to me.

Without sight, my senses of touch, taste, and hearing are more vivid.  Her words feed into my active imagination.

"You do know him, sissy," she states softly.  "He's so large and hard in your hand.  He's starting to smile as he watches you take him into your mouth.  I wonder...who could he be?"

This time she allows me to pleasure him to completion on my own.  When he's done, they both watch as I savor every drop.  He leaves our house before my wife removes the blindfold.

She torments me for days afterwards, wondering aloud which of the various men we know was in our bedroom.

Office sissy

I once had an office job.  You know, the standard 9-to-5 workday, cubicles, etc.  

Everyone told me how good I was at my job.  And morale was visibly higher after I started!

Unfortunately, they had to let me go.  For some reason productivity was at an all-time low.

TGIF

As the work week winds down, I daydream about the excitement the weekend might bring!

Tennis

After diet, exercise is the next most important key to watching your figure.  To stay active I've tried golf, but lately have been wanting to learn tennis.

While asking women around town for a good tennis pro, one name in particular kept coming up.  So my wife booked me a lesson with him on Friday morning.  

Upon meeting him, I'm struck by how handsome he is!  I flirt with him throughout the lesson, laughing at anything resembling a joke, and touching his arm whenever the opportunity arises.

At the end of our time, we wrap up at the net.  Noticing the empty courts, I place my hands on his waist and give him a quick peck on the cheek.  Well, doesn't he pull me back in for a full-on kiss!

As we make out, my hand instinctively reaches down to his white shorts.  The tightness that greets me tells me all I need to know!

The rest is a blur of lust and passion, but I do remember his taste as I swallow every last drop.

I'll definitely be coming back for another lesson!

 

Boys will be boys

So here I am in my skimpy maid's dress, on my hands and knees, exposing my panties to the fraternity brothers on the couch behind me. 

"Are you sure my keys aren't under there?  Sometimes they get kicked all the way to the back."

"Let me check," I reply while lowering my cheek to the floor.  As I playfully arch my back, I hear them whisper and laugh some more.  

Of course I know what they're doing, but I play along anyway.  Meanwhile, my mind is screaming for them to get off the damn couch and take me already!

Outfit tip

While getting dressed for a night out, my wife's friend told me to put my garter belt on before my panties.  I thought she was crazy, but followed her suggestion anyway.

Now I see the wisdom of her words, as a hot guy I just met needs quick access to my tight sissy hole.  Oh, how I need it too!

Rideshare

"Alison, we're about 16 minutes from our destination."

Our eyes meet in the rearview mirror while my hand continues its slow, methodical stroke in the backseat.  I smile at my wife before she returns her gaze to the road ahead.

I turn back to him and breath in the manly scent of his cologne.  

"You like that, baby?  Does that feel good?" I ask between clenched teeth, my lips lightly brushing his.  

He gasps with pleasure.  I catch my wife looking back with lust in her eyes.

I smile, lick my lips, and lean down to take his thick cock into my hungry mouth.

I'd say our new rideshare service is a hit with the few customers we've had so far.  My wife and I take turns driving while the other provides entertainment in the backseat.  

However, having my wife watch me blow guys while she drives is just icing on the cake.

One more moment...

"OK sissy, he's ready for me."

"You've done a great job prepping him, sissy.  Go on and slide him inside me."

"Are you still back there, sissy?"

"Sissy?"