I knew that Mike loved me wearing lingerie and over the years he would always buy me sexy bras, knickers and other items every birthday and Christmas, and even as a surprise on a really frequent basis. I’d got a huge collection and as time went by the lingeries became more and more “fetish” including leather, latex and a good range of bondage gear.
I actually loved going out with Mike dressed in my leather hobble skirt, high heels and leather corset, the one that made my tits balloon over the top.
Never in my wildest imagination did I ever imagine him wearing lingerie but that’s exactly what I found when I came home surprisingly early from work one day.
I walked into the bedroom to see him lying on the bed, legs spread wide wearing suspender, stockings )some very high heels he must have bought himself) and a bodice corset of mine he had squeezed into. He had stuffed extra stockings in the bra to give the effect of tits.
At first he didn’t notice me and he continued stoking his lovely big cock. I was, of course, shocked but I also found it surprisingly erotic and I could feel my panties get wet.
I coughed and I thought he was having a heart attack. He spluttered and tried to talk nonsense to me.
“Shut the fuck up you pervert!” I shouted at him. Lie back and keep that filthy mouth shut!”
“You are a fucking weird fucking twat” I continued. “You need punishing for having the nerve to wear my lingerie. You are going to regret doing this”.
I took my phone out and started taking photographs. “No!” He cried and whimpered.
“Things are going to change around here. If you don’t do exactly as I say I’ll be sharing these photos far and wide”.
His cock had gone limp after this shock. “Get that thing hard again” I ordered him. I turned to my lingerie wardrobe, took my work clothes off and started dressing in my best black leather outfit, including my very highest black stilettos.
When I was ready I looked back to see his cock absolutely huge and him with a smile on his face. “Wipe that grin off you sissy fucker. You’re going to wish you’d never even had a thought about dressing like this!”
I teetered over to him and began to use my new sissy husband. |
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My pussy was so wet and his cock was so big I decided not to mess about. I straddled him and held his cock between my legs. I stroked the tip up and between my pussy lips, teasing my clit with it and making myself even wetter. When I was ready I sat slowly down on his firmness, feeling it filling me inch by inch. Mike put his hands on my hips. “Hands off and above your head” I demanded. I wanted complete control of this situation. He had a lovely thick long cock and I loved feeling it filling me. When I’d taking his full length I started moving slowly up and down, tightening my internal muscles to grip him as I worked myself down him. I got into a fantastic rhythm and was turned on looking down at his long smooth legs clad in black nylon and red high heels. I felt my first orgasm coming but tried my best to hold it as long as possible. It was no good, the familiar wave tightening and making me gasp as the warmth and wetness gushed out of me. I must have cum three or four times when I could feel Mike bucking against me.
I knew he was cumming and heard him cry out as I felt and sensed him fill me with a full load of stick warm cum. I came again as he spasm’d and cried out.
After a few seconds I gripped his cock with my pussy and slid off him. I moved backwards until my pussy lips were over his face. I let go and all his cum dribbled out. I rubbed my lips up and down his face, soaking him in a mix of his cum and my pussy juice. My clit kept hitting his nose and eventually I came again in a heaving, bucking motion.
This new edition of our sex life was going to be fun!! |
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"I knew that Mike loved me wearing lingerie and over the years he would always buy me sexy bras, knickers and other items every birthday and Christmas, and even as a surprise on a really frequent basis. I’d got a huge collection and as time went by the lingeries became more and more “fetish” including leather, latex and a good range of bondage gear.
I actually loved going out with Mike dressed in my leather hobble skirt, high heels and leather corset, the one that made my tits balloon over the top.
Never in my wildest imagination did I ever imagine him wearing lingerie but that’s exactly what I found when I came home surprisingly early from work one day.
I walked into the bedroom to see him lying on the bed, legs spread wide wearing suspender, stockings )some very high heels he must have bought himself) and a bodice corset of mine he had squeezed into. He had stuffed extra stockings in the bra to give the effect of tits.
At first he didn’t notice me and he continued stoking his lovely big cock. I was, of course, shocked but I also found it surprisingly erotic and I could feel my panties get wet.
I coughed and I thought he was having a heart attack. He spluttered and tried to talk nonsense to me.
“Shut the fuck up you pervert!” I shouted at him. Lie back and keep that filthy mouth shut!”
“You are a fucking weird fucking twat” I continued. “You need punishing for having the nerve to wear my lingerie. You are going to regret doing this”.
I took my phone out and started taking photographs. “No!” He cried and whimpered.
“Things are going to change around here. If you don’t do exactly as I say I’ll be sharing these photos far and wide”.
His cock had gone limp after this shock. “Get that thing hard again” I ordered him. I turned to my lingerie wardrobe, took my work clothes off and started dressing in my best black leather outfit, including my very highest black stilettos.
When I was ready I looked back to see his cock absolutely huge and him with a smile on his face. “Wipe that grin off you sissy fucker. You’re going to wish you’d never even had a thought about dressing like this!”
I teetered over to him and began to use my new sissy husband."
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After the shock and awe of me discovering my husband Mike was wearing women’s clothing we took a few days to talk and chat about it and for me to get my head around it.
I should have been repulsed but instead I was turned on. Not just the thought of him dressing but also the control it gave me over him.
It would be fair to say Mike had always been the dominant partner in our relationship but this event turned that completely around and boy was I going to make the most of it!
So, carefully and over time I planned out what I wanted to happen next and other things I wanted to experience. The first thing was to get him dressed properly and not just wearing my stuff.
So, we went shopping, both online and on the high street. We would sit in bed together and look together through online sites picking various fetish gear. The high street shopping gave me a chance to humiliate him. We were in M &S in the lingeries section. We selected a black high waisted corset with suspenders in his size. We also bought various seamed stockings and some frilly French knickers. When I went to the till the assistant asked me if I had got the sizes right as they were obviously too big for me. “No” I replied. “The lingerie is for him” I said indicating over my shoulder where Mike stood looking mortified and embarrassed. “Oh” said the assistant. “Each to their own I suppose” giving Mike a withering look.
I have to say the corset looked great on him, especially when paired with the huge false tits we had bought on line and the pvc black shiny thigh boots with 5inch heels. |
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