oh my god youre awesomeFor a long time I though my husband simply liked to be cucked. I thought he just liked watching me with other men, like having live porn on. I thought he loved “the show” aspect. I soon learned that I was missing out on the best part of making him a cuckold.
It started with a role play session. On top of being a cuck, my husband loves to be submissive with me. In fact, we rarely have “normal” sex anymore. Typically either my bull is fucking me or I’m fucking my husband with a strap on.
During one of our submissive sessions, I was holding hubby’s head down, forsing him to eat me out before I slipped on my strap on, and decided to try out something new. Normally I’d stuff my panties in his mouth, or use a ball gag of some kind, but this time instead of tying him up, I decided to truss him up a bit.
I’d never tried it before. I knew my husband liked to be submissive, but I wasn’t sure if he would like to be dressed up in something feminine. I grabbed a pair of my older panties and approached him. He opened his mouth expectantly and I slapped it closed. “No, not in your mouth. Stand up and put them on.”
He paused for a moment. I think back and wonder if maybe he was a little afraid to be vulnerable and show me that he wanted to be feminine. He’d never expressed much interest in wearing panties or lingerie outside of a few passing jokes. But after that brief hesitation, he stood up and slipped them on.
“Aren’t you cute,” I said. He looked adorable. His little cock didn’t even fit in the front pouch and the panties had to stretch to fit him, but he was cute. He instinctively pressed his knees together, the way an embarrassed little girl might, and held his hands over his cock.
“I think we can do better,” I said.
I went to my dresser and got out a lacy brazier and threw it at him. “Slip that on too.”
He squeezed into it as best he could and stood in front of me. His body language said he was ashamed but his little cock was rock hard. I stepped forward and grabbed his cock with my hand and said, “Who’s my little sissy?”
He mumbled something.
“Speak up.”
“I am, ma’am,” he finally said.
“That’s right.” I spun him around, bent him over on the bed, and pulled the thong off to the side. Then I put on my strap on and slipped inside. As I went deeper I started probing him with questions.
“You like being dressed up like my little sissy? Do you want to be a good little boy for me?”
He would just moan and mumble a “yes’ ma’am” into the bed.
I decided to keep ramping it up. “Are you a good little sissy slut? Do you like wearing my panties?”
He gripped the bed harder, bit down on the pillow, and I felt him tense up and convulse. He was so turned on that he came in my panties without me even touching him.
I giggled as he exhaled and shuddered. “Oh my god, you’re such a good boy,” I said, running my hands down his back. I finally pulled out and tossed a towel at him and told him to clean up. As he went to take the panties and brazier off I stopped him. “No no, keep those on for a bit. I like you all trussed up.”
We didn’t talk about it right away, but he was finally honest with me and told me he really liked dressing up. “I know,” I told him, patting him on the cheek. “Let me ask you a question—would you like to get dressed up in front of Michael?”
Michael was my bull, and while I knew my husband loved the cuckold side of our relationship, we’d kept it to mostly a “watching,” voyeur type of situation. He’d been vulnerable with me, but not with Michael.
My husband pondered for a moment, then asked “Would you be okay with that?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t, silly.”
He nodded. “I think I might like it. If you’re okay with it, yeah it could be fun.”
I texted Michael later that day and mentioned it to him, told him about our dom/sub session where hubby got all dressed up for me. I expected Mike to be a bit weirded out but he was surprisingly okay with it. “Yeah I could get into that,” he texted. “I like the dom sub thing.”
I set up a night out for that upcoming weekend without telling hubby. I made dinner reservations and arranged for Mike to join us. Saturday afternoon I sprung it on my husband and told him to get dressed up for an evening out.
“Dressed up? Where we going?” He asked.
“To see Mike,” I said. “So dress appropriately.”
The color ran from my husband’s face. “Dressed up as in…”
I rolled my eyes. “As in go to our bedroom and put on the lingerie I laid out for you. Mike wants you in your panties for dinner tonight.”
My husband didn’t say anything else. He turned and went to the bedroom and I decided to give him some alone time to process.
On the drive over he was fidgeting with his jeans. He’d worn some masculine clothing on top of his lingerie: a pair of faded jeans and a nice button down with leather shoes. I think it was him trying to compensate for feeling a little uncomfortable.
“Is the thong a little tight?” I asked. I’d made him sit in the passenger seat and let me drive.
“Just not used to wearing it for so long,” he said.
“You’ll get used to it,” I said. “Or maybe you won’t. Doesn’t really matter to me. It’s what you’re going to be wearing from now on.”
When we arrived at the restaurant, Mike was already there waiting for us. He gave me a kiss and as usual shook my husband’s hand. There was a mutual respect between them, mainly outside the bedroom, but my husband was a bit sheepish this time. My husband is a good looking guy—middle aged but in decent shape, good hair, the type of guy a divorcee would swipe right on. But Mike is something else. He’s a bit younger than us, mid 30s, and in phenomenal shape. Tall, at least 3 inches taller than my husband, with broad shoulders and dark, beautiful skin and high cheekbones. Standing next to Mike, my husband looks like a wet blade of grass…and he knows it.
My husband sat down quickly and Mike shot me a quick smile. We’d discussed this dressing up play via text, and I had let Mike know it was perfectly okay to poke fun at hubby.
“Doesn’t he look cute?” I asked Mike.
Mike nodded. “Is he wearing what I picked out?”
My husband tensed up. He thought I’d picked out the lingerie he was wearing, when I’m fact I’d sent Mike some pics and let him choose. “Yes,” I said. “The little white thong and bralette.”
“I’ll have to take a look later.”
I chatted casually with Mike as we ate, catching up and flirting. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple weeks so we had plenty to talk about. My husband sat across from us quietly eating. He didn’t usually say a whole lot but he was particularly quiet tonight.
After dinner we drove back to Mike’s. Normally I’d ride with Mike and flirt with him on the ride over. Things typically got a little handsy and I’d play around with his cock while he drove, but I wanted to drive with my husband this time. I drove again and had him sit in the passenger seat.
“How are you feeling?” I asked. “Still okay with being dressed up.”
He chucked a bit. “I guess I’m just a bit nervous. It’s kind of embarrassing but at the same time I sort of like that it is.”
I smiled. “Well, you’re allowed to say no right now. But once we get to the house I’m back in role.” I leaned over and found the seam of his thong bunched around his little cock. “Once we go upstairs Mike is the alpha, and you’re the sissy.”
My husband hesitated, getting hard as I ran my fingers over his cock, then nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
When we got back to the house I stopped paying attention to my husband. I went up to Mike and let him lead me up the steps into the house and then upstairs to the bedroom. By the time my husband caught up, Mike had me pressed against the wall of my bedroom with my hands pinned over my head. He was using his free hand to run his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
When my husband walked in Mike paused and let me take the lead. “Take off your clothes,” I said. “Except for your little panties and your bra. And go sit in the corner.”
My husband always was the last one to take his clothes off. Usually Mike and I were tearing our pants and tops off as we went up the stairs, but a few moments later he was sitting in his desk chair next to the bed in his little thong, his hands crossed over his lap, watching us kiss, bite, and suck on each other with our clothes on.
I glanced back a few times to check on him and noticed he was transfixed on us. He tried to keep his hands over his cock to hide the erection, but it was clear he was rock hard. “Does sissy like his new place?” I asked as Mike continued to kiss my neck.
My husband nodded.
After a few minutes of warming up, mike picked me up and tossed me on the bed and lifted my skirt up. I arched my back, picking my hips off the bed so he could slip off my panties. As he did, I looked back at my husband. “Now you’re the only one wearing panties here,” I said, and blew him a kiss.
As Mike finished sliding my panties off, my husband shifted to the edge of the chair, eager to get up. Normally he’d come around and eat me out to “get me ready” for Mike, but this time I had a surprise for him.
“Come around the bed,” I said.
As he swiveled around and got on his knees in front of me I sat up and closed my legs. “Well aren’t we presumptive,” I said. I put my foot on his forehead and pushed him back. “Would you like to eat me out?”
“Yes please, ma’am.”
He thought it was a matter of asking. “Too bad,” I said. “Sissies don’t get to lick or touch pussy.” I leaned forward as got close so I could whisper. “Do you know what sissies do?”
He shook his head.
“Sissies get to suck cock.”
I grabbed his jaw and turned him to the side. Mike had slid his pants off and had his cock right at my husband’s eye level. I don’t have to tell you that Mike was a specimen. My husband’s cock was fine by normal standards—5 and a half inches or so, okay girth. Mike’s cock was beautiful, nearly double the size of my husband’s, and extremely thick.
“Do you want to be a good sissy?” I asked.
My husband nodded as I continued to hold his jaw.
“Then put Mike’s cock in your mouth like a good little slut.”
I pinched his jaw, forsing his mouth open, and pulled him toward Mike’s cock. Mike and I had discussed this beforehand, of course. Mike was straight but had mentioned being interested in the power exchange and dom sub play of having hubby “fluff” him. It was a win win for us.
As my husband slid the tip in, he was hesitant to really open his mouth and show some enthusiasm.
“Oh come on, you can do better than that,” I said. “When I suck Mike’s cock do I just put the tip in my mouth?”
He mumbled “no.” I didn’t let him pull the cock out.
“Then suck it the way I do—get messy.” I put my free hand on the back of his head. “I want you to try and get all of it in your mouth. I want his balls pressed against your chin like a good sissy.”
My husband nodded, opening his jaw further and sliding more of Mike into his mouth. I pushed him down farther, forsing him to take more and more. “There’s a good boy,” I said, encouraging him to fill his mouth up. When he could only get halfway before gagging I patted him on the head. “We’ll work more on that later,” I said.
I pushed his head aside after giving him a couple slaps on the cheek. “Go back to your seat and watch,” I said, lying back on the bed and spreading my legs. At this point I didn’t need to be eaten out: I was wet just from watching him get on his knees in his lingerie and try to suck a cock. The submissiveness had always been a turn on for me. Mike, his cock wet with my husband’s spit, rubbed the tip of his dick around my clit and then slid in, slowly spreading me out.
I arched my back and moaned, then looked back at my husband who was now squirming in his chair. “I cannot even explain how incredible it feels to have a man’s cock inside me.” I flicked the tip of his dick with my free hand.
I paid less attention to my husband as Mike sped up. He fucked me in missionary for a few minutes to get me warmed up, then flipped me right into doggy so I was facing hubby. As Mike pounded me from behind, there was a loud slapping as his balls bounced off my clit. When Mike paused, I leaned forward to whisper to my husband. “Lie down beneath me and suck his balls like a good sissy.”
My husband nodded, then slide below me. I heard Mike moan a bit as he started up again. “Is he sucking like a good sissy?” I asked.
“He’s doing a good job,” Mike said.
My husband’s cock hardened a little in his panties. I couldn’t help myself and decided to pull the tip out and twirl my finger around the end. “Good boy,” I said, then moaned again as Mike continued.
After a few more minutes of thrusting I felt Mike pull out while still holding my hips. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, so I turned my head and glanced back.
“That’s a good little sissy,” he said. He’d pulled out and filled my husband’s mouth with his cock. “How’s her pussy taste?”
“It tastes good, sir,” hubby said, then went back to sucking.
Mike pulled his cock out and slapped it on my husband’s face for a moment, then thrust back inside me. It took me moments to cum again after watching him put my husband in his place.
“I think I’m gonna take a quick break,” Mike said, pulling out. “I kind of want to watch for a minute.” He spanked my ass then walked around the bed to the nightstand. He opened the drawer with all our toys and started pulling a few out: a dildo, a vibrator, and a blindfold.
“You want to watch me fuck my sissy?” I asked.
Mike nodded.
I giggled, lowering my hips so my pussy was as close as possible to hubby’s lips. “I think that would be fun.” I slapped my husband’s cock, stood up, and grabbed a few of the toys. “Where should we start?”
“Blindfold him,” Mike said.
I instructed hubby to get on his hands and knees and slipped the blindfold on him, then put the dildo in my strap on harness. “Should I warm him up with a smaller toy?”
Mike shook his head.
I put a bit of lube on the tip, pulled his lacy thong off to the side, and plunged my cock inside. He squirmed, tensed up, and moaned.
“Hush now,” I said, patting his head. “No screaming.” I thrust again and my husband stifled another moan.
Mike stood from the chair. “He needs something in his mouth.”
In a moment he was standing in front of my husband forsing his cock into his mouth.
“Oh my god it’s perfect,” I said, slowly thrusting. As I thrust, hubby slid farther down Mike’s cock. “He looks absolutely adorable.”
My husband shook with ******* as I fucked him, as Mike fucked his mouth. We worked in tandem, ramping up the pace, my hips slapping against his ass and Mike’s cock sliding farther down his throat, until my husband finally shook and shuddered.
“Someone is very close,” I said. “Is sissy ready to cum?”
My husband nodded, keeping Mike’s cock in his mouth.
“Sissies don’t get to cum before their bull.” I pulled out, slapped my husband’s ass, and slipped off my strap on harness. Mike pulled his cock out of hubby’s mouth and came around to finish me off.
“Don’t you move,” I said. “You just keep looking pretty.”
My husband stayed on all fours, his ass stretched out and his mouth a slobbery mess, as Mike came around and fucked me. It was intense and wonderful. Something about knowing we were both dominating him made it passionate and wild. He pinned me down against the bed, lifted my ankles over my shoulders and pounded me again and again. I was practically screaming as he inched closer, felt him tense up as the thrusts became shorter.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he said plunging in me, a few final deep thrusts. I screamed and wrapped my arms around his head, pulled him into me so his cum would go deep into my pussy.
“Fuck,” I said, my legs shaking. “Oh fuck babe that was so good.” I turned toward my husband. “That’s what a real man does to a woman.”
As he pulled out I could feel the cum already dripping down the inside of my thigh. “On your back, sissy,” I said.
My husband quickly flipped over. Usually he got to eat me out again after Mike was done, but not this time. “Remember what I said about sissies?”
“They don’t get to eat pussy,” my husband said.
“That’s right. So what do you think is going to happen now?”
My husband paused, shook his head to indicate he didn’t know.
“I’m going to sit over you and let Mike’s cum drip into your mouth. And you’re going to be a good sissy and swallow all of it. Is that understood?”
My husband nodded. With that, I put a knee on each side of his head and started to push Mike’s cum out. I felt it shifting down, felt it dripping, and with each push I heard my husband moan a bit. “Every drop,” I said. “Sissies don’t waste cum.”
When I stood up, my husband was still swallowing the last bit. He was squirming, gasping for air, waiting for his release.
“So…Does sissy want to have an orgasm?”
He nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
“Then sissy needs to go in the other room,” I said. “We don’t want to see your little cocklette. Go clean up in the bathroom and jerk yourself off.”
My husband stood up, lifted his blindfold, and sheepishly scurried off toward the bathroom.
“Oh, and remember what I said about about sissies,” I said as I curled up in Mike’s arms in bed.
My husband paused at the door.
“Sissies don’t waste cum.” I wrapped my hand around Mike’s cock and slowly stroked it. “That means your own cum, too.” I rolled over and kissed Mike, felt him get hard in my hand. “And there’s going to be more inside me after you’re done, so don’t ruin your appetite.”
All dressed up: how my hubby became a sissy
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Let me warn you. This is addictive. I've stimmed and edged for hours, feeling my silly little dick fry, my balls ready to explode, and my asshole sucking a butt plug and dildo.
My experience? Use a device with as many adjustable variables as you can afford, more is better. When flying solo, some self-control out there on the edge, and lot's of practice. I'll add if someone else is running your stim, communication.
I run a erostek 312 and my go to setup is electro-plug up my butt and a conductive band on my dick. I start slow and work up. As I near an edge, I vary patterns and strengths. This can reset the climb to orgasm for another round. And another, and another. If I've miscalculated it might send cum squirting. Or dribbling, it can ruin a orgasm.
Individual physiology and even slight individual differences make this practice very reliant on knowledgeable experimentation (depending on your situation talk or read before you stim!) and yes, practice. Only two others have ever run my stim as effectively as I can for myself,
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