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."