Please do not read this unless you are at least 18 years old. The story does have some graphic sexual depictions.
My Husband, My Maid
I have been cross dressing for as long as I can remember. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of me playing dress up with my mother's clothes and make-up. Everybody thought it was cute until I was about 5 or 6 years old. Then everyone thought that a boy should begin to adopt his role in the male gender. I found this more than a little stifling, and when puberty rolled around, I was even more inclined to play dress-up, and be myself.
However, now I kept it a secret. I even played sports and did my best to pretend to me a real man. Nevertheless, I could not quit dressing up as a woman, no matter how hard I tried, and no matter how much I hated myself for it. By the time college rolled around nobody knew about my secret. I was finally on my own, and began to put my own wardrobe together. After acquiring dresses, blouses, skirts, wigs, shoes, tons of lingerie, and all the make-up a girl could need, I faced a crossroads in my life. I fell in love with a beautiful and intelligent woman. I knew that I could continue down my path to womanhood, or, perhaps, end this struggle once and for all by committing my life to marriage with this woman - if she would have me.
The disdain I had for myself and my hope that I could finally drive the need to be a woman out of me drove me to try to live a normal life with the woman I had grown to love. I proposed, she accepted, and we were married. I was the happiest "man" in the world, and vowed to try and be the best husband I could be for her. I tried my best, but within a week of our wedding date, I was dressing in her clothes, make-up, lingerie and shoes.
After struggling with this for about a year and a half, our love life became nonexistent. Both of us wondered if we would last, and this uncertainty was without her having any knowledge of my cross dressing while she was at work or out of town. However, one night she went out with her friends and came home drunk, and blatantly demanded sex. I was a bit hesitant, especially after being put on the spot, but she knelt in front of me, undid my pants and began to suck me into compliance. We made love, and had a daughter nine months later. All during this time I was able to keep my secret life, fantasies and desires concealed. But this was about to change.
My wife, Susan, is a doctor. Ever since she graduated from medical school, she has never, ever had a problem finding work. I, on the other hand, have an MBA, and found myself looking for work during our country's most recent recession. This left me at home; caring for our daughter, cooking, and cleaning. Susan always commented on how we actually had the same income as when I was working because of the money we saved on childcare, housekeepers and eating out all the time because neither one of us had time to cook when we were both working. She said these things in an effort to cheer me up about being the unemployed, housekeeper dad that stayed home and took care of the children. It wasn't very effective. However, I was enjoying my days at home alone - well, basically alone.
You see, I did not hesitate to give into my need to be a woman in front of my daughter because she was only a few months old. So, all the childcare; diaper changes, baths, feeding, etc., all the housekeeping; laundry, dishes, floors and carpets, and all the cooking was done dressed as myself; as Stacey Anne - not the Steven that my lovely wife knew.
About one year ago, the day started as it always had. My wife left for work at 7:30 a.m., after she ate the breakfast I prepared for her. The first thing I did after the door closed behind her was jump into the bath and shaved everything that wouldn't be noticeable to Susan. My crotch, chest, stomach, neck and face were kept smoothly shaven. But today I wanted something more. Our sex life was again nonexistent, and I thought that I could get away with shaving everything. It was winter, so I wasn't going to be wearing shorts anytime soon. As is often the case, I got excited about having a completely shaven body, and shaved my legs, feet and arms in addition to everything else.
I toweled off and went into the bedroom to pick out clothes for today. Amy, our daughter, had been fed, changed and put to sleep right before Susan left for work, so I still had a couple of hours before she would be hungry again. I decided to pick out some of Susan's saucier clothes. Susan and I are exactly the same height, and I'm only 10 pounds heavier than her, so I fit into all of her clothes! I would buy sexy clothes "for her" knowing damn well that I would be the one who wore them. Susan was a conservative dresser and the sexy clothes that I bought "for her", she never wore - but I was no stranger to wearing them! I was feeling particularly turned on by my freshly shaven and smooth legs, and decided to wear white thigh-highs, garter belt, silky panties and matching bra, a black skirt that came about 2 inches above the knee, a silky white blouse, and 3 inch black high heels.
I slowly slid the thigh-highs up my now beautifully smooth legs, and attached them to the garter belt. I then rubbed some Vanilla scented lotion around my anus and pulled up my beautiful silk panties. I pull my little penis back between my legs and pull the panties up all the way to hold it in place. I want to be able to just pull off my panties if I decide to get into the stash of dildos I have hidden away from college. Sometimes I just HAVE to have a beautifully molded rubber cock fill my love hole. I just love the feeling of it thrusting in and out of me!
After putting on the bra, I sit down at Susan's vanity to paint my nails and put on my make-up. 20 years of practice have made me a pro, and not many 27 years olds have that much practice - well 27 year old "men" anyway. Ruby red nails and lips were made to perfection. Mascara, eye shadow, base, and blush finished off the work I did on my face. I went to my secret stash in the basement to get my auburn wig, but noticed my collection of dildos in the chest underneath my wig. I just couldn't resist and decided to take the 8 inch mold of a porno star's cock AND the 7 inch waterproof vibe. When I took a shower afterward, I wanted to be able to have some bath time fun too! I then hurried upstairs to finish getting dressed and get started on my womanly duties for the day.
I pulled up my black skirt, and zipped it up on my left side. I then put my wife's sexy, silk blouse on and buttoned it all the way up in back, and tied the little silk bow just above my breasts. Next were the high heels. I always loved the way high heels accentuated the shape and length of my legs, they just looked so feminine in a pair of high heels. After buckling the ankle strap, I finally pulled my wig on and easily styled it. I ran to the full length mirror to look at the whole "package."
I had outdone myself. I really could have passed in public. Shaving my legs really finished off the look for today. I pranced around in front of the mirror admiring the way my daily jogs had kept my buttocks so firm and shapely.
"I really do make a sexy girl," I thought to myself. "If I were a man, I would want to stick my cock in that hard ass. Oh! I wish I could have the opportunity to feel a real man inside me! Just filling me up, and claiming me for his own little slut! I would do anything if the chance came. I would suck, I would get fucked, I would tea bag, whatever a real stud would want from me. Just as long as he let me suck his beautiful cock, or take it inside my love hole."
These were the constant wishes and desires that I fought to conceal on a daily basis. It was tough.
"Well," I said to myself in the mirror, "we will get our chance to play with a cock today. You just need to earn it by cleaning up for your man." I always practiced my voice when I was dressed as Stacey Anne. I then smirked at myself and minced off to start the laundry, admiring the way I had gotten the hang of swishing my hips as I walked in my pumps. I liked practicing to advertise my ass for any man that might be watching some day.
After I got the laundry started, I went into the kitchen to start cleaning up the breakfast dishes, but Amy let me know that she was in need of something. I rushed to my daughter's aid. I loved her so much. I wish I was her mother, and not her father. I was always jealous that my wife had carried her in the womb, given birth to her, and was the one who breast fed her. It just wasn't fair I thought. I should be able to have babies, and be able to nurse them from my breast! I cradled my daughter and wished I could nurse her like a real mother. After eating and being changed, Amy drifted off to sleep, so I gently placed her back in her crib and headed into the kitchen to get started on those dishes. I glanced at the clock, 12:30 - no problem. Susan usually got home at around 7:30, so I had 5 hours to take care of my womanly duties and then play with my toys. I always liked to give myself an extra two hours of leeway in case my wife was able to come home early. So, washing up at 5:30 always afforded me plenty of time to clean up and cover my tracks so I wouldn't be caught.
After finishing the dishes, vacuuming and moving the laundry along, I decided that it was time to relax a bit. I pull out the latest issue of Jane, and Cosmo and decide to look for any articles that might be helpful to my feminization or to help me prepare for pleasing the man of my dreams. I subscribed to both of these magazines "for Susan." Like the sexy clothes I buy, she doesn't use them. I have always wondered if she would ever catch on to the fact that I buy her these clothes, lingerie, make-up, shoes and magazines that she never uses or reads. I am amazed that I have never been caught. I think it's just because people see what they want to see, and because I have never had any major slip-ups. Although, I sometimes think I should slip-up on purpose just to get caught and have my little secret out in the open. Too much to risk - Susan's too conservative, and I love her, and our daughter.
I found an article about what sexual positions drive guys "wild," and am fascinated when I find out that most guys want to have anal sex with their partners. The article gets into more detail about the actual positions that couples can use for better stimulation of the erogenous nerves in and around the anus. I carefully read the article, and decide to try a few with my dildos. A glance at the clock, 3:30 - almost play time! I decide to fold the clothes that have just finished drying, move the last load of laundry along and empty the dishwasher before I practice my cock sucking.
After doing all that, it's 4:15 and I decide to head to the bedroom to make sure my dildos are working properly. I go to the night stand and get out the KY jelly and grab a towel from the bathroom. I can really feel that vanilla lotion in between my buttocks now. I'm getting so turned on. I know I'm all wet in my love hole like a horny little whore, and grabbing a hold of that beautiful 8 inch dildo sends my little dick jumping. I giggle at the thought of my raging hard, not quite 4 inch little dick. Even at full length my little hands are still too big to manipulate it. When I masturbate I only use my thumb and a forefinger. Sliding those back and forth more than cover the whole thing and stimulate the little cutie enough to send me into orbit. Penis envy may be one of the reasons I am such a little cock hungry sissy, but who wouldn't be envious with a penis that wasn't even 4 inches long when it was raging hard? The average penis is 6 inches, and I would love to have one of those...in my mouth or love hole!!
Just as I begin to rub my nipples through the silky blouse, Amy lets me know that she is in need of something. Of course, this fun can wait, and I'm off to take care of my daughter. It's only 4:15 - I still have plenty of time to have my playtime. Feeding Amy always reminds me of my jealousy toward my wife. I want to be able to give birth. After feeding and changing, it takes a little bit longer for Amy to get tired, so I decide to put her in her little automatic swing while her "Mommy" practices pleasing "Daddy." I smirk at the thought of me being a Mommy practicing to please her man, and head toward the bedroom hoping that Amy will enjoy her swing and fall asleep. 5:15, not much time left, but I want to enjoy this, so I collect myself and swish my hips as I prance over to the bed where all the materials from before are laid out.
I then kneel at the edge of the bed to practice my cock sucking. I take the dildo in my hands and marvel at its size. After I get it nice and lubed up with my mouth, then "he" will want to take me like the little sissy that I am. I kiss the head of the dildo softly and pull away to see the ruby read lip outline left from my lipstick.
"Yes, baby, I want to suck your cock, I want to suck it bad" I say in Stacey Anne's breathy voice. I then part my ruby red lips and take the dildo into my mouth. I work my tongue around the head of my "man's" cock and wrap by hands around the base of his cock. I sneak a peek to see how my ruby red nails look grasping at the dildo and begin to jerk him off. I'm moaning now. I'm really turning myself on. I begin licking the dildo up and down to get it ready to penetrate my waiting, and already excited, love hole.
I imagine my hot stud asking me if I want him to fuck me. "Oh! Yes, yes! I want you to fuck me baby! Oh, baby, I need to feel you in me! PLEASE FUCK ME!" I work myself into a frenzy begging to be fucked by the beautiful 8 inch dildo that I withhold from myself until I have begged enough. I fondle my little dick through the silky panties that confine it between my legs. I stop before I push myself over the edge and pull my panties own. I grab the dildo and give it a once over with my tongue, and at the same time begin to finger my asshole with two fingers.
"Please, baby, fuck me. I love you, I need you in me!" I squeal at myself. Just then I put the head of the dildo at my tender little anus and begin to put pressure to pop the head of my man's cock inside me. Just then, Amy's crying gets loud enough to break my concentration.
"Damnit, the swing must have stopped!" I have to go to her. Like any good mother would. I apologize to my make believe lover and clean myself up. I slip my panties back on and pin my little cockette between my legs. I then saunter out into the living room, practicing to swish my hips from side to side as I walk in heels.
I pick Amy up from the motionless swing and begin to rock her and shush her. I loved holding her. I walked around trying to calm her down. I looked at the clock, 6:30 - it's getting a little late. I should probably put all my toys away, well accept for the waterproof vibe. I still needed to shower you know. I smiled because I was still going to allow myself some feminine pleasures by massaging my anxiety away with a little waterproof anal vibe action in the shower.
As I crossed the living room to get started on covering my tracks, I noticed Susan's car in the driveway! "Oh my God" I thought to myself "where is she?! What in the hell am I gonna do?!"
I try to rush over to the window to see if she is inside yet, and I slip on the hardwood floors.
"Damn these heels," I think to myself. I catch myself with one hand and cradled Amy with the other. "I have to slow down. Stay calm and just move." I think about setting Amy down on the floor to be able to run, but I just can't, I can walk over to the couch and set her down, but that's too dangerous. After I regain my balance and stand up I peek out the window to see Susan reach for the screen door.
"Damn! Damn you freak! You may have just destroyed this family!" I growl at myself.
I cradle Amy in two hands and hurry off to the bedroom, too scared to run for fear of dropping my baby. I just swish my hips like never before and make for the bedroom.
"There's no way you can make it" I think to myself as I get close to the corner. Just as I hear Susan swing the door open, I swing around the corner.
"Hey? Steve? Was that you?"
She must have only caught a glimpse I thought. Crap, I left the dildo, KY and my clean up towel out. I place Amy in the middle of the bed, grab the pillows and put them on either side of her.
"She'll be safe there" I think to myself. I snatch the dildo and KY and try to make a break for the bathroom.
"Hello??!!" Susan asks with worry and concern in her voice.
As she whips around the corner I see her eyes wide, but dive into the bathroom and close the door. She may have seen me, but not the dildo. Okay, First thing, hide the dildo and KY, and then get undressed quickly.
"Who in the hell is in there?! Steve, is that you?" I could tell my wife was unsure about who, or what she just saw. "I'm calling the police, whoever you are!"
"Wait. Susan, it's me."
"Steve?"
"Yes, it's me, Steve," making sure I wasn't slipping into Stacey Anne's voice. I stash the dildo and KY beneath some items in the sink, and sit down to take off my shoes.
"Then who's in there with you?"
"Uhhhh...just me."
"Oh, yeah? Then who was the bitch that I saw run in after you then?!" Susan asked with obvious anger in her voice. She thinks I'm cheating on her? Damn. I fumble with the first ankle buckle on my high heels, but manage to get it undone. "And don't have her try to get out the window, I already saw her you son of a bitch! I'm off at work, and you're bringing whores into the house with MY baby?!! I want you out of here now! Forever! Get out!" Susan is now screaming incessantly. But I think to myself, the scenario she has in her mind justifies the actions.
"Susan, it's me. You saw me," I state blandly but loud enough for her to hear.
"The come out and prove it right now, Steven!" I can tell she's starting to cry. Damnit, I'm a fool. What have I done to our perfect home?!
I buckle the ankle strap on my high heel and stand up. "Okay, here I come." I will try to hide all the dildo stuff and the desire to be had by a man. "Susan, please don't be mad, or jump to conclusions," I say as I reach for the door knob. Before I open the door I sneak a peek at myself in the mirror. My make-up is still flawless, but some strands of auburn hair from my wig are out of place from all my running around. I place the loose ends of auburn hair back in place, open the door, and step out.
I look up to see Susan in her scrubs, holding Amy. Her eyes are wide open, in shock. Tears, that I hope are from earlier, sit at the corners of her eyes ready to fall. I hate myself. How could I hurt her? How could I lose all this? I feel the tears start to well up in my eyes too, and manage to squeak out, "it's just me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Her voice was soft and controlled now, "are you gay?"
"No, no, I'm not gay," I said, not knowing if I was lying or not.
"You've been doing this for a while, huh?"
"My earliest memories are of me playing dress up." I decided that I would just be honest about everything. Well, everything except the dildos and the fantasies I played out with them.
"Okay," she said almost wincing "I need something to drink." I saw a tear run down her face. "Umm...we still really need to talk about this, but I need to calm down. And I need to put Amy to bed."
"I can do that," I volunteer. I want to change out of these clothes, but I also want Susan to settle down, and get herself something to drink.
"Okay, umm...yeah, just ummm...yeah, I'll get something to drink and...you can put her to bed, and ummm...yeah. Did you want to change, or are you going to stay like that for a while?" I could see she was having trouble seeing me dressed like this.
"I just wanted you to be able to get something to drink and relax for a bit. I'll change." I turned to walk toward the bathroom and begin changing.
"No, just whenever you're ready. You can take her." She handed me our daughter and turned to walk out of the bedroom. I just watched. I wanted her to get a head start so that I could walk down the hall without her having to see me. I also needed to catch my breath anyways. After a few seconds I walked out and took Amy to her room. The little angel, that I may now lose, was finally tired, and was already sleeping. I swaddled her in a receiving blanket and began to cry. I may lose my baby girl because I am a freak I thought. I'm not worthy of having a child, a wife or anything anyways. I placed Amy in her crib and kissed her on the cheek. A tear fell on her face, but she still slept. I quickly stood up and tried to regain my composure.
I was hoping to scoot down the hall, into our bedroom and right into the bathroom to shower and change, but Susan was sitting on the bed with a beer in her hand. Susan is not a beer drinker, so this wasn't a good sign.
"I'm just going to go ahead and change," I said as I tried to scurry toward the bathroom.
"Wait a sec. I umm...wanted to ask you something...well, some things." I looked over at her and saw that her mascara was running - more than one tear had fallen. I just stood there, not moving, not knowing what to do, say or expect.
"Have you ever been with a man?"
"No. I'm not gay, Susan."
"But you like this stuff? I mean you like dressing up and acting like a girl?"
"Yes. I always have. I've tried to stop, I've tried to quit, but nothing ever works. It's a part of me I hate, and have always tried to hide, even from you. But I'm glad it's out in the open at least - between us. I always wanted to tell you, but was afraid I would lose you if you knew about me."
"So, you like women, but want to be a woman?"
"Kind of, I guess that's right."
"Well, at least this explains why some of my clothes are dirty or wrinkled and why my make-up runs out so fast. I thought I was a make-up fiend or was getting ripped off." She tried to lighten the mood with a joke, and she smiled wryly in an attempt to show me she still cared. God, I love this woman. I could see the tears begin to well up in her eyes again.
I walked over to her and squatted down so we were face to face. "I'm sorry Susan, please forgive me?" She just stared back at me with tears in her eyes, and I could feel tears start to well up in my own eyes.
"Oh look, your mascara's running," I said as an excuse to touch her face and try to comfort her.
"Yours doesn't look too hot either," she choked through her tears. I hugged her, I didn't want to hurt her, but now she knew who I was at least.
"I don't think I can do this lesbian thing, Steve. What do I even call you when you're dressed like that? What about Amy, what do we tell her about having two Mommies? I should have known. You buy all the make-up, and you even bought me a dildo that one time! Damn, I'm an idiot! You walk around on those heels like its second nature, I can't even do that and I'm a REAL girl!"
"No, no, no! You're not an idiot, it's my fault, and I'm sorry. One thing at a time, just calm down, and let's talk about one thing at a time."
"It's just so weird to talk to you like this. I mean, it's you, your name, your voice, but you...you really look like a girl. What is your name? Your girl name? Do you have one?"
"Yes, yes I do. It's umm...Stacey Anne."
"Very feminine. What else should I expect? Now that I look back on our marriage you've always been very effeminate. You are living the female role in our relationship too. Well, at least I don't have to worry about you disliking your role in our family. It's not like you're a man anyway." I could see she had swung from being sad to feeling betrayed and angry.
"Maybe you are gay and you just don't know it. I mean, look at you. You're dressed and made up like a little cock sucker. You are aren't you? You've lied to me throughout our entire relationship, what would make you tell the truth now?"
"Susan, I'm not gay. I promise."
"Well, at least not until I come home and catch you sucking some guy's cock in our bedroom, right?"
"Okay, I'm going to go shower and change."
"You want to go change now? No wait, shower and change, right? What? Got a man stashed in there?" She was trying to tear into me now, and it was starting to work. "Maybe a dildo to work your little ass in and out, right?" Shit. I forgot about the 7 inch waterproof vibe! As long as she doesn't go in there it will be okay....
She probably could see it in my eyes - the panic. "You do, don't you? You little faggot! You have a dildo in the bathroom, don't you? You want to take a shower to fuck yourself with it!"
Susan stood up and started to walk toward the bathroom. "Where is it?" She asked scornfully. "Where's your little faggot toy?"
I stood up and grabbed her arm. "Susan wai..." She swung the beer can around and it ricocheted of my right temple. I stumbled backward and fell to the floor in pain and shock.
"Don't touch me! I want to see what kind of perverted crap you've brought into this house you little sissy." Through the pain and dizziness I became aware that my skirt had come up, exposing my garter belt, the tops of my thigh-highs, and panties to her view. "Look at you! You're a little sissy whore! You're not gay? Let's just see about that!" She stormed into the bathroom.
"What have we here?! Wow, a big one too!" I was just hoping she was talking about the waterproof vibe, because if not, they both would be found easily. "Well, no wonder you're gay. This thing is twice the size of your puny excuse for a penis! This thing looks even big for me." She came out of the bathroom, and I looked up to see which one she had. I had to focus through the fog, but it was the pink waterproof vibe. Good. If she thought that was big, it's a good thing she didn't find the big one.
"A vibrator. Waterproof too. Wow, aren't you a naughty GIRL! You want me to give it to you, STACEY-ANNE? You want this shoved up your ass, right sissy?"
"No. No, Susan." I tried to say calmly, but I was terrified at how hard she would shove the vibe into me while she was angry.
She threw the dildo, hitting me in the back. "Here you little SLUT! Take your toy and get OUT!" She stormed into the bathroom and closed the door. I just lay there trying to get my wits about me, and determine if I was bleeding. I wasn't, but I sure did have a nice bump on my head. It's deserved I thought.
I just couldn't believe that little bastard had lied to me all these years! Here I was trying to keep him happy, and trying to be understanding about his not having a job - I thought that would be tough for a man to swallow - and here he is acting like a little fairy! How long has he been doing this? Has he even been looking for a job? I bet that little pansy just loves playing "housewife" and hasn't even been looking! THAT'S IT!!
I swung open the door, and saw him pulling off his high heels. "You know what? I am going to give you your dream! You are going to be the pretty little submissive housewife, while I go earn a living. That means you will be doing the same things that you do now, but you will ALWAYS be dressed as my little bitch, understood?"
"But Susan, I really am not li....."
"Oh, save it you pansy! You will be dressed 24 - 7, unless I see fit to have you dressed up like a man for some reason. You will do as I say, when I say, or you are going to be out on your ass so fast it'll make your head spin. I think our families and friends would love to know what a little wannabee cocksucker you really are. Don't you think so? Now put your shoes back on and get my dinner ready, bitch."
I didn't know what to think. Susan had never been so assertive or demanding the entire time I had known her. I didn't want to enrage her any further, so I just slipped my heels back on my feet, and buckled them up. I then stood to head into the kitchen, but Susan noticed my excitement.
"What in the hell? Look at that, our little pansy is turned on! Tell me, bitch, why are you turned on right now?"
I didn't know what to say. "Umm...I dunno." I said staring at the floor and the little tent my clitty had made.
"Pull down your little panties, whore!" I followed her command, and pulled down my silky white panties.
"Look at that little thing standing straight up! Close your eyes, grab a hold of it and jerk-off as fast as you can."
"But Susan..."
"Do it NOW!!" I closed my eyes, grabbed my little clitty and began wanking it as fast as I could.
"What are you thinking about, sissy? A cock in your mouth just about ready to cum? Or is it your legs wrapped around a REAL man while he is plunging his cock in and out of your ass?" Oh, I couldn't stand it. I was just imagining everything she said, and realized that I was in front of my wife dressed as a girl and jerking my little clitty while thinking about cocks I was sucking and cocks I was fucking! I exploded all over my hand and the floor.
"Wow, you held out for almost 10 seconds! Thinking about those cocks gets you turned on, huh? You are a little fairy! Now, clean up and get my dinner ready, sissy."
I again did as I was told. I hoped that after a while that her anger would subside, and we could talk this through.
How could that little fairy have tricked me all these years? That little he-she almost didn't even need to touch himself to cum when he was just THINKING about sucking a cock. He made me think he was a man, he made me care about him, and he made me provide for him all while he was playing housewife! That's it, he will be primped and submissive to me forever.
I had put up with his poor excuse for a penis, I gave him a daughter, and provided for that little sissy for years. Now it was my turn to finally get my money's worth. He will be MY little live-in maid and nanny. The problem is that he will probably like that since he has been doing it for who knows how long. Maybe I'll finally get to feel a real man inside me again. I can't believe I hadn't already cuckolded that little pansy!
"Susan? Dinner's ready."
"What did you call me? That's MISS Susan to you!"
"Yes, Miss Susan. I apologize."
I smiled and walked in to the kitchen, noticing that my little husband-maid had set two places for dinner and had equal portions served.
"That is a little bit too much for me to eat. And since you're the little housewife, you need to be eating less than me. You will have to lose 20 lbs., at least. I want my little wifey to at least be slim and trim!"
It didn't take too long for Stacey to lose her twenty pounds, and then about 10 more. He now weight 20 pounds less than me! That little pansy liked looking more and more feminine. Of course I did encourage him the entire time....
My gorgeous wife stayed true to her word, I was dressed and tucked every day thereafter with very few exceptions. The only exceptions being when we had to go out shopping for my new clothes, and when we had a visitor - which seemed to be less and less frequently.
I cooked, cleaned and took care of the baby. I secretly loved every second of it. After a few weeks, Susan finally told me it was time to see a psychiatrist and had me get dressed in full regalia, except a little more slutty than usual. I told him about my dream of being a woman ever since I was a child, and now my beautiful spouse had finally helped me accept who I was. The Doctor prescribed hormones.
The changes began gradually; but since I had overly sensitive nipples, they were incredibly sensitive now. I would play with them every chance I got and I would be turned on immediately.
After a while Susan came around and started being friendly toward me again. She told me she wanted me to be happy, and she knew I was. I beamed and hugged her.
After a couple weeks of hormones, she wanted to have sex, finally! She was unusually aggressive, asking me to fuck her. I fumbled with my panty hose and panties before I could try to help her. "Now, c'mon, give it to me, NOW!" I couldn't believe how desperate she was, maybe that's the reason I couldn't get hard right away.
"I'm sorry Susan, maybe a little foreplay will help."
"No, it's okay Steve. Wait, I have an idea!" She jumped up from the bed and headed into the bathroom. A minute later she returned with a black strap-on dildo that must have been 8 inches long!
"Here you are, baby" Susan said slyly. "This is what you want, isn't it little girl? Don't say anything, just get on your knees, bitch."
I obeyed her commands. I couldn't believe she was actually doing this! I got down on my knees and immediately got excited when I saw the huge black dildo in front of me.
"Be a good little slut and suck it." I opened my mouth and began to fondle her cock with my mouth and tongue. "Yeah, you like that, huh bitch?" Susan asked confidently. I nodded and hummed in affirmation. I pretended it was a real cock inside my mouth, and slurped and hummed on it lustfully.
Susan then broke character, "Okay Steve, get up, quick! While you're still hard, please fuck me! I need to feel a cock inside me!" I was shocked at the request, but she pulled me up and on top of her on the bed. I found her wet gorgeous womanhood and plunged inside, feeling the warmth and wetness.
"Oh God Steve, give it to me!!" I started pumping away furiously. Her dildo was still on and I could feel it rubbing on my side. "Steve, please, give it to me!!"
I started pumping harder, and then I began to climax. "Steve, please don't tease me, put it in!!"
I was again shocked and hugely ashamed at the same time. That was all I needed, I exploded in a torrential orgasm. I tried to continue but began softening right away - maybe it was the hormones.
"Steve, did you cum already?" I was ashamed, and could feel my face turn red as I looked down, at the black dildo that had gotten my libido going so fast. "Its okay, Steve, its okay." But I could hear the disappointment and frustration in her voice. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to push me down toward her gorgeous crotch. "Steve, please, I NEED a release!"
I knew what she wanted and lowered myself so that my mouth was perfectly aligned with her beautiful womanhood - the womanhood I was so envious of ever since I knew her. I began to fondle the creases of her beautiful lovehole with my tongue, and it wasn't long before I began to taste the familiar taste of my cum. I slurped it up and continued to make love to my wife as a lesbian. She was soon moaning and bucking in pleasure and finally had an orgasm. "Oh, there it is, oh yeah, good girl, Stacey, good girl. You may not be able to get it up for a woman, but you sure can make love like one." That night we fell asleep in each other's arms, and I had an overwhelming sense of shame for myself as a man. But at the same time, I had performed wonderfully as a woman lover for my lovely wife, giving me a sense of pride as a woman.
We began making love more often, but Susan always made me suck her dildo cock in an effort to get me hard. She wanted badly to be made love to, but I always ended up using my mouth to please her - and clean up whatever I was able to get into her vagina. Finally, she began screwing me with the strap-on. She was bigger and stronger than me now, and the roles fit perfectly. She loved it, and so did I. She loved feeling my legs wrapped around her, and making me beg her to fuck me. I could not hold out for more than a minute of her powerfully pumping her gorgeous rod in and out of me before I climaxed - she too would orgasm right afterward and smile at me. Our relationship was great.
That was until she showed up at home with a man, who was surprised to see me, as a she.
"Hello Stacey Anne, this is my boss, Dr. Rick Reidman. Please go fetch us some wine, dear." I was completely embarrassed at having my wife's boss come to the house while I was dressed up in my French maid's outfit! The outfit displayed the top of my thigh-highs, and the ruffles rustled with every step and sway of my hips! I knew my place and jumped to get the drinks - maybe he didn't know who I was, that I was a he... I then returned to the living room with the drinks and served them both while they were sitting on the couch - Susan leaning way to close to Dr. Reidman, in my opinion.
"Rick, please meet my husband, Steve, although he prefers to be called Stacey Anne." I couldn't believe what she had just done. The look of amazement was clear on Rick's face, and I could see Susan's knowing smile of superiority. I just looked down at the tips of my black high heels and could feel my cheeks brighten. Hopefully my make-up covered it up.
"You're kidding me!!" Steve managed to blurt out in shock. "I was worried about coming home with you and running into your husband, but this is your, umm...`husband'?" I could feel his eyes staring at me.
"Oh, there's nothing to worry about Rick. She's excited to have a man in the house....just like I am." I could tell that Susan was hitting on Rick right in front of me. I just wanted to crawl into a hole. I stood there with my eyes downcast for a couple of minutes, not knowing what I should do.
I heard my wife begin to moan and looked up to see her mouth accepted the probing tongue and kisses of Rick. His hand was up her skirt and between her gorgeous thighs, and she began to lay back and spread her legs a bit more. I didn't know who I was more jealous of - Rick for getting to manhandle my beautiful wife, or Susan for bringing home this hunk and making me watch her get taken like a woman. I left the room, but could hear their passionate lovemaking wherever I was in the house. Susan's rhythmic moaning, Rick's grunts, and Susan asking, begging and thanking Rick for fucking her like a real man.
After the noises subsided I gave them a few minutes. Hopefully Rick would leave, and Susan would explain to me just what in the hell was going on. When I went out into the living room, they were both still there, on the couch. Susan was nestled up into Rick's chest - a very defined, manly, hairy chest.
"Oh, Stacey, please fetch us some water. We're both a bit parched." I was fuming but did as any good maid would do, and fetched some ice water for my Mistress and her new lover.
"Oh thank you, sweetie," Susan said as I handed them their water. "And thank you Rick. It's been so long since I've had sex with a man - years actually - and you're a wonderful lover" she said staring up into his eyes.
I'd never had a woman thank me for making love to her, so I didn't know if she was really being thankful to Rick or trying to make me feel bad. I figured it was both because of the way Susan stared so gratefully into Rick's eyes.
"I'm going to go shower and get ready for dinner" Susan said as she got up. Then I could see Rick's cock - it wasn't hard - but was already about 4 inches long. That was bigger than mine when I was hard! I guess Susan caught me giving a good, long stare at Rick's cock.
"Stacey, go ahead and clean Rick up, and what I mean is his lovely manhood. If he isn't pleased with your performance, then there will be hell to pay." I could see him smiling knowingly at me as he lay on the couch.
I got down on my knees and stared at Rick's cock, it was already so big I thought. Way bigger than me already, and he wasn't even hard. I could see some cum oozing from the tip of his manhood that was probably leftover from sex with my wife. "C'mon Stacey, do as your wife says and give it a kiss. After talking with her, I know you've had some practice and that you really want to do it. Don't be embarrassed, I already know all about you, and look at yourself. You are dressed to serve." He began rubbing my panty covered ass under the very little bit of fabric that made up my skirt. I reached out and began fondling Rick's cock - he was right, I wanted to suck his cock - badly. I began stroking his cock, but just had to taste his cum. I lowered my head down and licked up the cum oozing out of his flaccid cock. It was a bit more pungent than my own, with a stronger flavor and aftertaste.
"That's it. You're a natural cum sucker, Stacey. Go ahead and suck it." I closed my eyes and parted my ruby colored lips and began suckling the head of his manhood. I could feel his cock began to grow at my touch. I fondled the base of his cock and began suckling more and more of his cock, but the more I had in my mouth, the less and less of Rick's cock I had. It was still growing! I began moaning, I just loved the feeling of a warm hardening cock in my mouth. I was already hard as a rock - and not even 4 inches long. When I finally got Rick hard, I grasped the base of his cock and raised my head to get a look at his manhood. I gasped out loud with wide-eyes as I looked down at a real-life, hot, engorged eight inch cock. "What's wrong, baby? You're doing a good job, don't stop."
"It's just so....big," I managed to say breathily.
"Well, let's see yours, honey. Go ahead and pull down your panties and give us a look at your penis." I looked into his eyes questioningly. "Its okay, go ahead and pull them down."
I took one of my hands off his cock; I didn't want to take them both off because I wanted to play with his gorgeous manhood. I pulled down my panties, and my cute little clitty was standing straight up in the air. "Now that is cute!" Rick stated with a smile. "Mine was about that big when I was 10 or so. I definitely can understand why your wife was so happy having sex with me, that thing is just about useless for any woman. Now go ahead and pick up where you left off - come here and taste a real man's cock."
I happily obeyed, lowered my head and began suckling Rick's cock again. I wrapped both of my manicured hands around Rick's penis - one would not have gotten all the way around! I began pumping his cock with my hands while I sucked and licked his rod - trying to get the cum out of it! I could feel him tensing up, and I began moaning in anticipation of his cream spurting into my mouth. "That's it, baby. Swallow it all now!"
Rick grabbed the back of my head and held my mouth on his cock as he pumped as much of his rod as he could into my mouth. As Rick's hips bucked forward, his massive cock was hitting the back of my throat and I gagged. "Suck it, baby!!"
Gobs and gobs of cum spurted into the back of my throat, filling my mouth and oozing down my chin. I swallowed as fast as I could and tried to breathe through my nose! "Now clean up your man, bitch. Clean him up," Rick commanded me. I was only too happy to do so. His cum was so strong, probably because he's a REAL man with a REAL cock I thought. I sucked and licked and cleaned up Rick's cock until it was flaccid again. "Good job, pansy. That's one of the best blow-jobs I've ever had. You really are a natural born cocksucker!" Rick was smiling, almost laughing at me as I sat there on my knees with his flaccid cock in my mouth, his cum running down my chin, and while I was dressed like a slutty French maid.
"Look at you, Steve!" Susan said right over my left shoulder. "You did such a good job, and your little, tiny clitty even spurted out in delight!" I looked down to see that I too had cummed, into my panties. I was embarrassed, and my cheeks began burning again. I looked up to see Susan standing over me with a video camera, and I tried to wipe off my chin.
"Oh, don't worry darling, I got the whole thing on videotape. "Oh it's just SO big" she said mocking my own amazement at Rick's manhood. "You did great, Stacey! You really are doing what is natural to you, and you obviously enjoy it! You really knocked Rick's socks off, right Rick?"
"I am very surprised. Like I said, that is one of the best blowjobs I've ever had, and that's your first one, right?" I nodded in response. "You're a natural cocksucker! I could tell by the way you fondled it, suckled it and licked it - you just loved having my cock in your mouth. You definitely drained me, honey, and I look forward to you doing it again." Steve said smiling.
I began to feel happy, maybe even proud of myself for what I had just done. I had finally been able to be with a real man - and I was able to please a real man. I lived out a fantasy I had for as long as I can remember - and from what Rick said, I would be able to do it again, hopefully soon! As Susan and Rick left to the bedroom to get ready for dinner they congratulated me again, and Susan patted my shoulder. I felt good, warm on the inside. I giggled at the thought of Rick's cum snuggled up inside my little tummy. I did like it. I was a natural, and I couldn't wait for what else was cumming.
Rick began living with us - and sleeping with my wife. I was given the opportunity to please him whenever she was not around for lengthy periods of time, or if she was on her period. I was also allowed to clean him up after he had sex with Susan, which was almost every night. His cock, his cum, Oh yum! - every time he was around I beamed and got weak in the knees! If I didn't have my legs wrapped around Rick's waist as he plunged his manhood deep inside me, I was fantasizing about it. They both thought it was cute, and I knew it was. Cooking and cleaning required a little more work now that our household had increased in number, but I was glad to do it, because it meant that both my wife and I had a real man in the house.
To all of you sissies out there, I have to tell you that having my wife know about what a sissy I was is the best thing that ever happened to me. It was scary at first, but it all paid off. If you've ever thought about sharing your sissy-hood with your wife, don't hesitate, just do it. You will both be SO much happier, it is amazing.
Stacey now lives as our maid. She's gets to taste Rick's cock, and sometimes she gets to feel his manhood deep inside her as a reward for her hard work around the house. Stacey's a bit noisy when Rick fucks her, but she just loves it so much. Anyone in the house can hear her cries of passion while Rick has his cock buried deep inside her, she begs for him to fuck her, and cries out his name, thanking God every time. Her boobs have really begun to take shape after a year of hormones. All of the girls from his side of the family have large breasts, and the Doctor thinks that this is why his boobs are almost a C-cup already.
She cares for our daughter, and loves her own life now. Her pathetic little penis is even more pathetic now - if that's possible. It doesn't get hard anymore, and the little thing is a shriveled up inch in length. Yes, one inch in length. She didn't have much to start with you see.
Stacey is what she was born to be, a servant. She cooks, cleans - and cleaning entails cleaning up the mess Rick leaves in and on me, and the mess I leave on him. She is much happier living as a sissy-maid-sex-slave, than trying to keep up the facade of being a real man. She now knows what a real man looks like - from her knees too!
Ladies, if your pathetic husband or boyfriend is like mine, take advantage of it. Have your little panty-waist do the housework and cooking, and bring home REAL men that will just fuck your brains out any way you like it. Its fun watching your hubby take a cock like a little bitch after he's pretended to be a real man. My quality of life is so much better it's not even comparable. Do it, sissify and cuckold him. We woman deserve the best.
Thanks for reading my story!! If you have any questions are comments, go ahead and send me an e-mail at hotstacey@hotmail.com. Especially if you want to help me live some of these fantasies out! :-)