Bad News for My Sissy Husband

"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.

"Now Lily, really!  Think about it.  I mean, just look at you.  Look how much you've changed!  Your hair, your breasts, your hips.  You have become so feminine!  How can I be expected to go on a romantic Caribbean vacation with you?  You can barely even pass as a man anymore!  Needless to say, you can't take your shirt off on the beach now that your boobs have grown so much," I explained.

"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.  

"You're going on vacation with Ben?!?  Why? How? What's going on?" Lily was starting to get a bit hysterical by this point.

"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."

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..."

 

Taking my Sissy Husband on Vacation

My husband and I are having the most wonderful vacation together.  That's me in the photo on the left, the brunette in the black dress.  But that's not my husband in the photo! That's my new vacation boyfriend, Jerry.  I met Jerry earlier this week at the resort bar.  You see my husband is not a real man like Jerry.  My husband is a feminine, submissive sissy. 

That's my sissy husband in this photo -- the pretty blonde "lady" in the sexy gold dress.  His real name is Martin, but he is living only as "Tina" this week while we are on vacation.  And as you can see, Tina landed a handsome new vacation boyfriend too! His name is Darren.

My Tina is very, very good at passing as a woman.  He works hard at keeping his body slender through a strict diet and body-sculpting exercises.  He keeps his hair long all the time, but dyed it and had it styled especially for this trip.

Don't you think they make a cute couple?  Darren is everything that my Martin/Tina isn't. He's strong, confident and decisive.  A real Alpha male! I love seeing Tina with Darren. It seems like Tina doesn't have a single idea of his own when he's with his hunky new boyfriend -- Tina seems only capable of agreeing with whatever Darren says and whatever Darren wants to do.

I love seeing how Tina behaves when he's with a real man!  That's why I planned this vacation to a singles resort.  Although we have been out together as two women many times before -- to restaurants and bars and so on -- we had never taken a week-long vacation like this before.  For Tina -- and for me -- it is a wild, new experience!

I know my sissy husband enjoys his time as Tina.  I know that his need to express him feminine side is far too powerful for him to resist.  And being in the arms of a strong, masculine man is so exciting for him, throwing his feminine feelings into overdrive. But tricking a man to believe that you are a real woman when you are not is playing with fire!  And Tina knows this. Each moment he spends with an unsuspecting man fills Tina with equal parts excitement -- and fear that his secret will be revealed.

Tina and Darren have been an item for three days now -- and we have three days left in our vacation.  Can Tina keep up the act for the rest of our vacation without letting Darren find out the truth?  I certainly hope so.  I expect that Darren would be furious beyond belief if he learned that the woman he was falling for was really a man.

So how does Tina manage to keep his secret? Well, the first night was easy --  just some flirting and a little pawing at the resort bar, with a brief good night kiss at the end of the evening.  By day 2, things were heating up, with some heavy making out during the day and a hand job in Darren's room at the end of the evening.  (His cock is enormous, Tina reports!) 

Today is day 3 of their steamy relationship.  I caught Tina and Darren making out like crazy earlier today -- including in the swimming pool!  Now we are all dressed up for a double date together.  First we'll have some Happy Hour cocktails, then a romantic, candlelit dinner together, followed by dancing at the outdoor bar until late. It's what happens after that that has Tina very nervous.

"You better hope he likes blow jobs!" I told Tina. "And I hope you are really good at giving them.  Because he is going to expect to get some serious action from you. And since he can't fuck you, you better find some other way to keep him interested." Tina has practiced giving blow jobs on the strap-on dildo I sometimes use on Tina's backside.  But Tina has never had a real cock in his mouth -- or down his throat.

 

Of course, I've been fucking my new vacation boyfriend every chance I get this week.  We run off to his room a couple of times during the day and of course in the evening. He is amazing in bed! And I always give Tina a detailed report on my sexual encounters with Jerry.

I really hope that Tina -- and his pretty mouth -- can keep Darren satisfied and unaware of the truth. They make such a cute couple and Darren really seems rather smitten by Tina. And I can tell Tina is really falling for Darren.

Keep your fingers crossed that Tina can really pull it off. With a little luck -- and a lot of sucking -- Tina just might come home with wonderful memories of his romantic vacation with Darren -- and a tummy full of Darren's hot, sticky cum!

 

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 5

When Erica reappeared, Ms. Trainer excitedly said, "Oh, Roberto, this one is for you!  Now I know you like to have the boys over every Wednesday for poker.  And I know you like to have Erica serve them drinks and food and so on.  Now, what do your buddies think about being served by a sissy?"

"Some of them are really freaked out by it," replied Roberto. "But most are into it, since he is so pretty and will do whatever they tell him to do."

"Well, imagine this, Roberto.  Instead of greeting your friends in a maid's uniform, picture Erica appearing dressed like this!  He looks like the hostess at a fancy club or casino, don't you think?  I think it will really add some elegance to your poker parties.  Now are you getting the idea of what a 'decorative sissy' can be?"

"Yes, I think so.  I mean, he looks fantastic in that dress.  It's SO short!" he said with a giant smile.

"Now wait until you see this," added Ms. Trainer.

And with that she instructed Erica to remove the little chiffon bolero jacket that he had been wearing over his dress. Two skinny straps held up Erica's sparkly blue dress.  The spaghetti straps seemed to accentuate how skinny and delicate his shoulders now were.

"Oh, yeah," said Roberto. "That is so fuckin' hot!"

"I knew you'd like this," said Ms. Trainer.  "And I know your friends will as well.  I think they will really enjoy ogling your sissy while he is dressed like this.  I bet a lot of hands will find their way up that short skirt for a grab of his cute little ass, don't you think?"

"I know it!" said Roberto.  "Turn around, bitch," Roberto ordered.

Roberto went over and did exactly what Ms. Trainer described.  He roughly reached up under Erica's short dress and gave his bottom a hard squeeze.  "You like that, don't you, you stupid sissy bitch?"

"Oh yes sir," Erica obediently replied. "Yes, I like it when you grab my ass.  Sir."

"I think your friends will never miss another poker night ever again," opined Ms. Trainer.  "Now, be a good little sissy and put on another of your pretty new dresses for us."

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 3

"Oh, this is one of my favorite dresses," Ms. Trainer gushed as Erica re-entered the room where we were sitting.  "It's so prim and proper, with its high satin collar and elbow-length sleeves.  But it's so short!  It really shows off Erica's pretty legs, don't you agree?  And the illusion top really makes it so sexy."                                                                                                    Roberto and I heartily agreed.  "His legs are perfect!" I enthused.  "I think his legs are better than mine. I'm jealous!"                                                                                            "Naughty sissy!" Ms. Trainer pretend scolded.  "Making your wife jealous.  That won't do.  I imagine you will have to be punished for that."  Ms. Trainer winked at me and gave me a big smile, enjoying adding a little extra terror to Erica's day.

"Stand right there, Erica," Ms. Trainer instructed as she invited me to stand next to Erica.  "Just look at how tailored and form-fitting this dress is." She took my hand and placed it on Erica's waist.  "Can you feel the special corset he is wearing under his dress?" she asked me. "These new corsets are so smooth and thin, you can't see them, even under the tightest or clingiest of outfits.  But it's on there, really cinching Erica in where he needs it most."  I ran my hands around Erica's mid-section.                                                                                                                                 "Oh yes," I said. "I can definitely feel it.  It feels like it is made of steel -- it's so hard."                                                                                                       "Yes, exactly," Ms. Trainer confirmed. "It's an amazing contraption.  It's impossible for Erica to put it on or take it off by himself.  You will have to zip him in and out of it.  But I recommend that sissies keep their corsets on almost 24 hours a day.  It is a very good idea for sissies to sleep in their corsets. It helps with making the figure training permanent.  And while wearing this corset, your little sissy will never slouch again. I think proper posture is so important for a sissy."

Then Roberto spoke up.  "Did you cut off his dick?" he asked, completely out of the blue.                                                                         "Oh goodness no," answered Ms. Trainer.  "I would never do that without explicit instructions from a sissy's owners."                                                                                            I explained.  "Roberto has been urging me to have Erica's dick cut off so he can have a real pussy made.  Someday we'll do that, Roberto.  Just be patient.  I want Erica to keep his little dickie for a while longer.  I don't want him to start thinking he's a real woman.  Anyway, Roberto, I know you enjoy fucking Erica's tight sissy-pussy, now don't you?" 

Roberto had to admit he did.

"You are a very lucky sissy, Erica," Ms. Trainer said. "Your wife/mistress and her lover are very fond of you and take wonderful care of you.  Don't you agree, dear?"

"Yes, Ms. Trainer.  I agree.  I am very lucky that my owners take such good care of me," Erica managed to whisper.

"Very good, sweetie," Ms. Trainer said.  "Now go put on the next outfit."

A Sissy Refresher -- Part 2

After a few minutes, Sissy Erica returned to the room, this time wearing a delightful navy blue, knee length cocktail dress.  The fabric gathered below the bust highlighting Erica's exquisite figure. His hair was still perfectly coifed as he paraded in front of us atop his silver heels.

I was completely struck by how beautiful he was -- sexy actually -- yet at the same time his eyes clearly showed the extreme sadness and shame and fear he was feeling.

"Turn around, sweetie," Ms. Trainer instructed.  "We want to see you from every angle.  Erica complied, showing us his sweet little ass, his dress tailored to highlight his tush. It looked just as perfect as it did in the gold silk dress he was wearing before. "Go ahead, Roberto," Ms. Trainer urged.  "Go ahead and give it a squeeze -- or a spank. I'm sure you want to!" she said with a laugh.  And with that Roberto got up from the sofa and walked up to Erica, still standing motionless with his back to us.  Roberto but his hand on Erica's ass and started rubbing and squeezing. "Oh, yeah. That's nice!" Roberto reported. "Really nice..."  Despite his extensive training, I could see Erica shudder and stiffen as Roberto placed his big manly hand on his pert little bottom.







"That's enough for now," I said to Roberto. "There will be plenty of time for that when we get home."

I have to apologize.  I jumped right into my story without giving you any of the background.  Eric and I were married about seven years ago.  It wasn't until after we were married that I learned that Eric was a sissy crossdresser.  He tried to hide it from me but of course I figured out what was going on.  Well about five years ago I decided that I was tiring of Eric's secretive crossdressing on the weekends and his pathetic attempts to act masculine the rest of the time.  I was no longer interested in him sexually and I wanted to make some major changes in our lives.  I decided that it was time for him to give into his weak, feminine and submissive nature once and for all.  I did some research and learned about Ms. Trainer's Transformation Services.  This was exactly what I wanted. I immediately enrolled Eric in the complete sissification package.  He cried and cried when he realized what was about to happen to him as I handed him over to Ms. Trainer's staff.  But they quickly sedated him and dragged him inside to begin his fourteen month conversion.



At about the same time that I deposited hubby Eric at the Transformation Academy, I met my current lover, Roberto.  Roberto is an amazing lover -- strong and masculine.  He and I share the Master Bedroom.  And Eric -- now Erica -- has moved into a small bedroom near the laundry.  Erica is our submissive sissy maid 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  He is our personal slave doing whatever we want or need -- he cooks and cleans, serves us breakfast in bed, he massages and bathes us --everything.  And Roberto really enjoys fucking Erica, especially when I'm away.  I don't mind.  Roberto is a real man and he has his needs.

Roberto and I decided that we would celebrate our five year anniversary by taking a three month tour of Europe.  I was so excited!  It was going to cost a fortune, but that's OK because Eric had made millions in software before he became Erica.  And now Eric's millions are all mine.

Anyway, Roberto and I planned our trip.  But what to do about Erica? We couldn't leave him unsupervised for three months.  So I call Ms. Trainer for advice.  She suggested that, while we were away, I leave Erica with her for a brand new program she was launching -- An intensive "Sissy Refresher Course" for advanced sissies. Ms. Trainer gave me an initial description over the phone and later emailed me more details.  It sounded perfect so I agreed right away, even though it was very, very expensive.  And now that I was seeing the results, I know we had made the right decision and it was worth every penny.

"That's very nice Erica," Ms. Trainer said.  "Go back and put on the next outfit and model it for us."  And off Erica went again.

Before Erica minced out of the room on his high silver heels, I caught his eye once again.  Whatever Ms. Trainer had done to him over the past twelve weeks had left him a nervous, terrified wreck.

Never too Late for Sissies

I often hear wives say, "I wish I had feminized my husband years ago. Now it's too late."  That is nonsense! It is never too late to feminize your husband. Just look how lovely Sissy Jessica is in his bikini!

Mary had been married to Jeff for over 20 years. Mary knew Jeff was a crossdressing sissy, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed having a husband with a feminine side who listened to her, doted on her, enjoyed shopping with her. But as Jeff experienced some set-backs at work and was starting to consider early retirement, Mary decided it was time for some changes in their lives. Mary decided that they would both be happier if Jeff took his sissy-ness to the next level and became a woman full-time -- or at least a sissy version of a woman.

Jeff resisted at first.  But that's the good thing about sissies; they have no spine and no ability to push back. So in the end, Jeff did exactly as Mary ordered and became Jessica.  And weren't the results fabulous!  Jessica looks ten -- maybe fifteen -- years younger than Jeff did when his transition began.  And look at him now!  He looks totally hot as a woman, even in a skimpy bikini.

But Mary wasn't done yet. She also decided that both she and Jessica needed to have real men in their lives. Jessica was horrified -- distraught -- by Mary's suggestion.  Jessica cried and protested but to no avail.  Mary got her way as always.  

It was easy for Mary to find countless older men online who wanted to have a sissy of their own. She eventually selected Terrence, a wealthy divorced businessman, for Jessica.  Mary arrange all the details for their first meeting and subsequent dates.  It worked out perfectly. Once in the presence of a real man, Jessica easily and naturaly slid into the role of the woman in the relationship.  That was eighteen months ago. Now Jessica is embarking on the next exciting chapter of his life -- as Terrance's wife. That's right! Jessica and Terrance got married last month and those bikini shots were taken on their honeymoon!

Jessica is in heaven being the pretty, obedient and subservient housewife for his husband.  You can see how happy he is being feminine and domesticated and servile to a real man.  He spends hours every day making himself pretty. He derives total fulfillment by being the object of his man's desire -- and by satisfying that desire with every part of his feminized body.

Tonight, Jessica and Terrance are having a double date tonight with me an my new boyfriend.  Jessica is making dinner for all of us -- for his husband, for his ex-wife that feminized him and for his ex-wife's lover!  Could there possibly be a greater expression of what it means to be a total sissy?

So my friends, as you see, it is never to late to help your sissy fulfill his destiny!

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- The Conclusion

By the time Danielle woke up, it was already dark out.  His eyes were blurry and his head -- and his ass -- hurt. A lot. He managed to read the clock on the end table and it said 9:25!  Danielle had told is wife that he would be home by 6:00! He had been asleep for several hours. What had happened?  Danielle fumbled for a light switch.

"Martin?  Martin?  Where are you?  Did you know it is after 9:00?  I really need to get home now.  My wife is going to kill me!  Martin?"  But Martin was nowhere to be found.  Martin was long gone Danielle had slept because Martin had crushed several Ambien tablets and put them in Danielle's champagne.

Danielle ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  He looked awful.  His make-up and hair were a total mess.  And there was Martin's cum caked on his face and in his hair.  "Martin!  Where are you?" he wailed again.  He looked for his purse so he could at least comb his hair and fix his make-up but he couldn't find that either.

But he did find an envelope propped up against the champagne bottle with "Danielle" written on it. Danielle opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside and started reading it:

Dear Stupid Sissy Slut --

By the time you read this I am long gone.  How does it feel to have my semen drying deep inside your sissy ass-pussy and in your throat and on your face?  Does it feel like you've been used as a worthless sissy cum bucket?  It should.  Because that's exactly what you are.

I made you tell me that you loved me. You shouted it while my dick was up your ass! But I want you to know that you meant nothing to me.  You are just a weak, worthless sissy bitch.  Your only value is as a place for real men like me to leave our sperm.

I can't believe how easy you were to manipulate.  You believed every word I said.  I have never met anyone more stupid or more gullible in my entire life.

By the way, I took you purse and your phone.  And I took back the diamond heart necklace.  I will give that to someone I actually care about.

Good luck checking out of the hotel -- the front desk is expecting you to pay.  The room cost $950. I'm not sure how you will handle that without your purse, but I don't really care.

I am sure that you will never forget me.  But I want you to know that I have already forgotten everything about you.

Martin

Danielle had to read the entire letter twice to begin to comprehend what it was saying. And when it sank it, he began to cry.  And cry. His feelings were crushed. He collapsed to the floor, sobbing so hard that he struggled to breathe. His heart was broken and he felt like such a fool and such a failure. Martin's letter was right -- he was just a worthless sissy bitch.

The crying continued for some minutes but as his thoughts cleared, Danielle began to focus on some practical problems he had like getting home and paying for the hotel.  There was no choice but to call his wife and have her come rescue him. So that's what he did.

"Where the fuck are you?" I screamed into the phone when he called.  "You said you would be home at 6:00 and now it's nearly 10:00!  Where are you?"  I was really enjoying this.

Danielle confessed that he wasn't really downtown but instead at the Inn on the Pier and I responded with well rehearsed surprise.  Danielle had to spill everything -- his lying to me, the diamond necklace, having sex with Martin -- everything.  My anger in response was volcanic and Danielle had no defense.

I took my time driving down to the lake and picking him up.  He looked absolutely awful!  His hair was a tangled, gooey mess and his make-up was smeared. Mascara was running down his cheeks from all the crying. The girls at the reception desk couldn't help but giggle when they saw Danielle, a total train wreck, walk through the lobby. I paid the room charge which gave me yet one more stick to beat Danielle with. I had purposely parked my car several blocks away so Danielle could enjoy a nice long "walk of shame" down sidewalks crowded with people out for Saturday night.

Danielle cried and cried the whole way home.  The poor little sissy must have been near total emotional collapse with the combined effect of his extreme heartbreak and his total humiliation.  He repeatedly blubbered about how sorry he was. I remained shocked and furious -- even though he had done everything exactly the way I had hoped he would.

Danielle's waterworks had mostly subsided by the time I pulled the car in the garage.  I turned off the engine but before getting out of the car, I said to him, "You know, Danielle, you have truly disappointed me in so many ways.  Your little "affair" -- and especially your lies to me -- have changed everything. I have made a decision. From now on, you may continue to live here, serving as my maid, keeping the house spotless, making my meals, doing my laundry -- everything -- but I do not want to have to see or hear you.  Ever!  You will do your chores when I am asleep or out of the house or in our -- I mean, my -- room. Otherwise, when I am home, you are to become invisible. You will stay in the storage room in the basement, as quiet as a church mouse. That is where you will live starting immediately. And this is how things will be until -- and if -- I decide that things will change. Do you have any questions?"

The totally defeated little sissy just shook his head. "I can't hear your head shaking. I asked you if you have any questions?" I said with anger welling up in my voice.

"No, Ma'am.  No questions." my sissy whispered meekly.

Then I exploded on him, slapping him violently across the face until my hands hurt. "I told you that I don't want to hear you! What part of that didn't you understand!?!" I was screaming out loud but laughing inside.

The poor confused sissy just bowed his head in total subservience demonstrating that he understood.

"I'm going to bed now. After I'm upstairs you can get out of the car. In the morning after I leave for the day, you can move your things out of the master bedroom and into the basement."

And then for the coup de grace. "Since you were unfaithful to me, I have decided that I am going to have an affair of my own."  Whatever color was left in Danielle's face drained away immediately.  He was devastated. I had succeeded in completely breaking him!  I had restored the proper balance to our dominant wife/submissive sissy husband relationship.

I smiled as I thought about Danielle's diamond heart pendant, hidden from view, hanging between my breasts.  Just imagine how Danielle will feel when he learns that I am going out with Martin next Saturday night!

A Boyfriend for my Sissy Husband -- part 4

Martin had ordered some champagne from room service which was a very good idea because even though Danielle was excited by everything that was happening to him, he was also very frightened.  The champagne helped to settle his nerves.

"Martin," Danielle said softly, "I need you to know that I've never done this before."

"That's OK," Martin replied coolly, "I've done it lots."

Danielle wasn't exactly sure how this was going to work. If he took off all his clothes, he wouldn't look like a girl anymore and that would spoil the effect for Danielle -- and maybe for Martin too. So while Martin was in the bathroom, Danielle pulled out a sexy nightgown that he managed to stuff in his purse before leaving.  He slipped his nightgown on over his well-padded bra and panties. Danielle freshened his lipstick, put on a bit more perfume and checked himself out in the mirror.  He was very satisfied that he looked pretty and sexy in his nightgown. And with his bra and pads in place, he had all the right curves.  His fantasy was intact; he was a beautiful woman about to have sex with a handsome man.  He slipped on the hotel robe and waited.

Martin emerged from the bathroom looking very sexy. He was also wearing a hotel robe. They made out for a few heavenly minutes. Then Danielle dropped his robe to the floor, revealing his sexy nightgown. Martin looked admiringly at Danielle and gave him a little wolf whistle. "Let's get under the covers," he said.  And so they did. And then the action began.

Martin took control and directed Danielle every step of the way.  And Danielle did everything -- everything -- Martin told him to do.  It started with Danielle stroking and massaging Martin's cock, which made it get stiff.  Danielle was amazed by how big Martin's cock was! It seemed to keep growing and growing the more Danielle played with it. It was at least ten times as big as Danielle's tiny penis.

Then Danielle was instructed to kiss and suck on Martin's cock.  Martin started pumping slowly back and forth in Danielle's mouth. Danielle struggled to fit much of Martin's giant dick in his mouth but he tried his best.  Then Martin's rocking started to get faster and stronger.  After a few minutes, Martin was forcing powerful, deep thrusts into Danielle's mouth, forcefully holding Danielle's head in place so his cock was snaking into Danielle's virgin throat.  And that is when Martin started cumming for the first time.  It seemed to Danielle that a gallon of hot semen was flooding into his mouth.  "Swallow it!  Swallow, bitch!" Martin growled.  Danielle never heard him talk like that but figured it was what real men say when they're excited.

Danielle's ass was next and Martin was ready to do again after just a few minutes rest.  Martin smeared lube on his dick and on Danielle's ass. He positioned Danielle on all fours and then he went to town.  For Danielle, it was very painful at first, having a giant cock rammed up his butt for the very first time. But after a few minutes it started to feel good and Danielle enjoyed the feeling of giving his man such pleasure. Just like before the thrusting start slowly but picked up speed and power as Martin's excitement built. He fucked Danielle hard.  With one arm wrapped around Danielle's waist, he used his free arm to spank Danielle's ass -- hard -- in time with his thrusts. "Say you love me, bitch!  Say it!  Say it now and say it loud!" he yelled at Danielle. Danielle didn't like being called "bitch" but he did as he was told.  "I love you, Martin.  I love you!" he said as loud as he could. As Martin came inside Danielle's ass, Danielle's little dick exploded too, spilling his cum all over the sheets.

Martin wasn't done.  He had taken three Viagra pills as soon as they had checked in.  He shoved his filthy dick back into Danielle's mouth and Danielle didn't protest. After several minutes of more rough thrusting, Danielle could tell Martin was about ready to cum again. Danielle prepared himself to swallow another flood of semen.  But Martin didn't cum in Danielle's mouth. Instead, Martin pulled out of his mouth just before cumming, shooting wads of hot cum into Danielle's face and hair.

Martin climbed out of bed and let out a little chuckle as he looked at the cum soaked sissy mess lying there. "Here," Martin said, handing Danielle his champagne glass, "have a drink."

 "Are you coming back to bed?" Danielle purred.  "I want to snuggle."

"Sure, I'll be there in just a minute," Martin said.  Danielle pulled the sheets up to his chin and promptly fell asleep.