"Sweetie, do you have a minute to talk?" I called up the stairs. My darling sissy husband, Lily, came down right away.
"Yes, Martha. Is there something that you need?" he asked.
"My, don't you look extra pretty today! That pink top is super cute on you and really shows off how you are...developing. And I love that necklace on you!" I cooed.
"Thank you, Martha," he replied softly. I could tell he was both thrilled and a bit embarrassed with my compliments.
"Sweetie, we need to talk. Now I know you have really been looking forward to our vacation to the Bahamas tomorrow," I started.
"Oh yes, Martha. I'm very excited about our trip!" he replied breathlessly.
"Yes, well," I started. "There's been a change of plans. You're not going," I stated matter-of-factly.
Completely blindsided by my announcement he responded, "What? No! We've been planning this trip for months!" His eyes were starting to tear. This announcement was getting him rather upset.
"But I did all of this for YOU! YOU wanted me to become more feminine, more ladylike. I made all of these changes because YOU wanted it!" He was starting to cry as he spoke. Goodness, the hormones make him so emotional!
I put my hand on his shoulder, "Oh, Lily, of course I know that. This is how I want you. Soft and feminine and gentle. I love having you as my sweet little sissy housewife. You look and smell so pretty and you take such wonderful care of me. You are exactly the way I want you. At home, that is. But on a romantic vacation? Well, that obviously is not going to work."
"So you cancelled all of our vacation plans?" he asked stupidly.
"Oh, good heavens no, silly girl. The trip is all paid for. I'm going with Ben."
"Ben? Who's Ben?" Lily asked.
"Ben Martins, silly. My editor," I said. Then the wailing really began.
"Well, Lily, Ben and I have been spending a lot of time together finalizing my latest book. And he is going through a difficult time since he is getting divorced. Anyway, over the past couple of months, he and I have gotten rather...close. He really is a very nice man. And so tall and handsome!" The crying got much worse when I said that.
By now I was growing tired of Lily's sobbing. "Now calm yourself. You know this is for the best. Look, I am a woman and I have needs -- and believe me, he really knows how to fill my needs! Ben and I will be able to have a wonderful, romantic vacation together in a way you and I simply can't anymore. Besides, you have fallen way behind on your chores and this will give you a whole week to get caught up."
Lily had no words in response to that.
"And since I'll be spending more time with Ben at his apartment when we get back from the Bahamas, I thought it would be nice if you would go over there while we're away and get it all tidied it up. It really is a mess and you wouldn't want me having sex in an apartment that wasn't properly cleaned, now would you?"
"Well, would you?" I repeated a bit more sternly, in case Lily thought it was a rhetorical question.
"No, I guess not," he answered softly.
"No, of course not," I agreed. "Now pull yourself together. I know, let's go to the mall and I'll buy you something pretty to cheer you up. And while we're there, you can help me pick out a new bikini and maybe a sexy nightie to take on my trip. OK? Now dry those eyes and grab your purse."
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I was crushed when I learned that I was to stay home from our long planned vacation, and my cheeks burned with humiliation when I realized that my wife would be going with her editor instead of me. But what made me feel the most like a sissy is when I accepted that I would spend the week, and probably a good amount of time in the future, being a maid for the man who took my wife from me!
I cried as they drove off together but I brightened up when I realized that I would be dressed the whole week in my frilly pink french maid uniform and Ben's wife would be coming over to help me clean.
So deliciously humiliating. My wife heading off for a trip with a proper man whilst I stay at home and clean. Even more humiliating, in my only free time between cleaning she's booked salon trips so I can always look my feminine best
I think the flood of emotion I was feeling was from what I had long been in denial about. For the last couple of months I had smelled the after shave on her clothes. An earthy masculine smell that I had never been confident enough to wear when I had assumed I was a man. I could smell it on her clothes when I undressed her at night after a late "meeting". The packet of large condoms in her blue purse when I change her things over to one mine she was borring for the. I just didn't want to think about.
I have 5 babyfoll nighties if you need to borrow one
Wednesday AM Lily awoke frantic after still not hearing from his wife in almost 2.5 days. His phone finally chimedas he was doing his nails. It was a text from his wife! He opened it up and the image he saw made his jaw and stomach drop to the floor. It was his wife, on her back, laying on the bed, with an enormously thick, veiny cock halfway down her throat with plenty more to give. Lily felt like a knife just cut through him. Vacations. Drunk sex, these are things they used to do together. Now it was Ben in his place, his giant cock and muscular frame exploring places inside his wife even she didn't know existed. "Hunni im so sorry I meant to send that to the girls group chat! I'm drunk & having so much fun. I miss my little Lily. I'll be home Sunday night. Make sure the laundry is done, the house is vacuumed and spot less. I am already so sore already and miss my sweet boy. 143. - Wife ❤️
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