A Christmastime Sissy - Part 2

As I explained in my previous post, my husband, "Suzanne," is a crossdressing sissy.  I love him very much and I decided to give him the greatest gift of all at Christmas -- the freedom to be exactly who he wanted to be.  Suzanne had a "hall pass" for the months of December and January to be the woman he always dreamed of being -- and to do it with his handsome boyfriend, Paul.

When January was halfway over, I was beginning to realize just how happy Suzanne had been living out his fantasy of being a woman.  I mean, just look at these photos.  Suzanne looks so at peace, so fulfilled.  And while I wanted to get my husband back, I also felt I had to duty to help Suzanne achieve his/her own destiny.

At the cafe where we were having lunch together, I was about to tell Suzanne that he could continue living as a woman with Paul, if that's what he really wanted.  Instead, Suzanne surprised me with an offer of his own.

"Honey," he said, "You know that I have been enjoying my time with Paul over the past six weeks.  And you know that I also love you so very much."  I nodded in agreement, a few tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Well, Paul came up with an interesting idea.  Why don't the three of us...get together.  You know, as a "Throuple" as the kids say.  He's a very nice man and I'm sure you find him attractive." I couldn't respond.  I was stunned by what I was hearing.

"But why not give it a try.  Who says we have to chose between being together and me living as Suzanne?  I know it might sound crazy at first, but please just think about it.  I think it could be wonderful.  I love being Suzanne.  And I love you.  And I love the experience of being romanced and cared for by a real man.  Paul would do the same for you.  If you let him."

I was speechless. But looking across the table at my beautiful Suzanne -- his hair and make-up just so perfect.  His lovely smile and his pretty eyes.  His feminine gestures and lilting, gentle voice.  I felt an odd desire for him that I hadn't ever felt before.  He was just so...ladylike and elegant.  And then add in all the talk of having me get romantically involved with that handsome man.  My pulse starting racing and my panties started to get damp.

"Please say you'll think about," Suzanne begged.  "I think the three of us could have a wonderful life together."

Well, dear reader, that all happened five years ago.  I did agree to Paul and Suzanne's offer.  And our lives have become an exciting, magical journey.  Over the course of those five years, so much has happened: Paul's divorce was finalized, I sold my house and we all moved in together in Paul's lovely home, Suzanne started hormones and has become more womanly and more beautiful each day.  And while Suzanne and I are still legally married to each other, we even had a commitment ceremony where the three of us effectively "married" each other.

Suzanne is delighted to take care of almost all the chores around the house.  She prepares lovely meals for us, does all the laundry and tidying.  She fusses over Paul and me like some idealized housewife from the past.

And of course, there is the sex.  I hadn't realized how much I missed being in the arms of a real man.  And believe me, Paul is quite the stud.  He is tall and strong and very muscular.  And his cock is massive!  My own husband couldn't ever give me that kind of experience -- even when he wasn't dressed up like a girl.

Most nights the three of us climb into our king size bed together.  Suzanne and I usually wear matching nightgowns and we lay on either side of Paul.  As we snuggle up against his naked body, he wraps his big arms around us and pulls us close, our heads laying on his strong chest.  Love comes in all combinations -- sometimes all three of us at once, often any combination of the two of us.  I never feel any jealousy; my needs are fully satisfied and I am delighted when Paul and Suzanne have their intimate moments together. (And sometimes I like to watch!)

Paul often travels for work. Sometimes, one or both of us will go with him.  But most often we both stay behind, making that a special time for just the two of us.  I don't look at Suzanne as my husband any more -- I look at him as my beautiful, feminine lover and best friend.  And with that perspective, I delight in our lovemaking when it is just the two of us.  I love Suzanne's soft and smooth skin, her skinny delicate frame, her tiny adorable dick, and her extremely talented tongue.

So that is my Christmastime sissy story.  Maybe I should say it was my own Christmas miracle.

I hope all of your sissy dreams come true this Christmastime!

 

A Christmastime Sissy - Part 1

Well, Christmastime is almost here.  And I thought you would enjoy hearing a Christmas story about my sissy husband.  I've included a few Christmas photos of my husband -- that's him with the long curly hair, the pretty blue dress and the beautiful smile.

My husband has been a crossdressing sissy throughout his entire life.  I knew he was into dressing up in ladies clothes before we were married -- and I didn't mind -- really.  But over the first few years of our marriage, I began to understand just how deep his feminine needs ran.                                                           I had no problem with him dressing up as "Suzanne" on the weekends.  I even went out to bars with him a couple of times when he was all dolled up.  And when he was dressed up as Suzanne, he really enjoyed acting like the housewife in our relationship.  And do you think I was going to complain that he did almost all of the cleaning and cooking just because he was wearing a dress, a frilly apron and heels?  No way!  I'm no fool.  I had a great thing going.

But over time I began to understand that I was seeing just the tip of the sissy iceberg.  The part that I couldn't see, that was lurking beneath the surface of the water, was an unstoppable need for my sissy husband to push the boundaries, to come as close to experiencing life as a real woman as he could.  And that of course led to...men!                                                                                   I knew that Suzanne was spending a lot of time each day on the internet -- but I didn't know what he/she was doing.  As it turned out, Suzanne was meeting men who were looking for "relationships" with feminine, pretty, submissive sissies, just like my husband.  It took some time, but eventually I got onto Suzanne's email and blogs -- and let me tell you -- I nearly fell down.  There were dozens of men -- literally dozens! -- flirting with my husband, sharing photos, and asking Suzanne for dates -- and more!

I was surprised to learn how many men out there are really into sissies.  But I wasn't really surprised that Suzanne had caught their eye.  As a man, my husband is rather unassuming.  But when all dolled up as Suzanne, he is very attractive, I have to admit.  The few times we went out together as girls, he always got a lot of attention, compliments and free drinks from the men floating around the bar.                                                                                                                                                               One of Suzanne's online suitors turned out to be a very successful lawyer named Paul who was separated from his wife.  Paul lived in a town about 20 minutes away from where we lived.  By scrolling through Suzanne's email, I realized that they had been seeing each other -- very carefully and infrequently -- for several months.  That sneaky Suzanne!  I had no idea until I read his/her email.

Anyway, around Thanksgiving, I confronted my husband with what I had found.  He tried to deny it at first but he quickly surrendered since there was just too much evidence against him.  But once he admitted to what he had been up to, I reassured him.  I told him I didn't like him being unfaithful.  But because I understood what a complete sissy he was, being unfaithful with another man wasn't as bad as being unfaithful with another woman.                                                                            I told him that I was going to give Suzanne a very special Christmas gift: a two-month "hall pass."  Suzanne could do whatever she wanted -- anything at all -- for the next two months, until the end of January.  But I wanted her to get it out of her system and then I expected my husband to come back to me.  My husband agreed to my proposal with tears of gratitude.  

"Well, girl," I said to him. "Get busy.  Because on February 1, your hall pass expires. So go be a woman, in whatever way you need to."                                                                                                                                                                                           I'm sure that Suzanne's boyfriend, Paul, wasn't going to believe his good luck.  Instead of stealthily seeing Suzanne on a few rare occasions, he was going to get to have as much of Suzanne as he could handle for two whole months.                                                            

And that brings us to Christmas.  As you can see in the photos, these two love birds thoroughly enjoyed their time together.  Just look how pretty and happy my Suzanne looks.  And her boyfriend is actually a very nice man, fairly wealthy and not bad looking at all.  Suzanne really scored a winner.                                                 But as the days in January flew by, I was left with so many doubts.  Looking at these Christmas photos showed me just how much Suzanne enjoyed acting as the wife/girlfriend to a real man.  He/she seemed freer and happier than I can remember him being for a long time. I didn't want to lose my husband that I love so much.  But I also didn't want to take away from him an experience and a lifestyle that was clearly so fulfilling for him. So around the middle of January, after having given it much thought, I decided to have a conversation with Suzanne.  We met for lunch at a local cafe -- something we had been doing once a week throughout December and January.  I decided that I was going to leave it up to Suzanne to chose to either come home to me or to stay with his boyfriend.  

Well, as we sat down for lunch, and as I was about to start my prepared speech, Suzanne surprised me and started speaking.  "Honey," she started, "I have something important to discuss with you..."