Watch your sissy husband become a women
Last week I met with Sally, a sexy bright and bubbly women. We hit it off instantly, why did I meet with her you might ask? This blog is the simple answer and indirectly our husbands. Like me Sally husband is a cross dresser a sissy gurl a TV. Like my husband Sally's partner likes to dress up and prance around posing in front of the bedroom mirror and imagining the girl inside all while dreaming of huge fat cocks.
Yes there is contempt in my words and lets be honest sissy gurls why shouldn't there be? Sally, Myself and many other women have had their worlds turn upside down. Let me set the record straight for all you sissy and aspiring sissy gurls we did not want to marry a girl.
Or a man who dreams of being a girl, who takes huge cocks and giggles when s/he is forced to lick and suck another mans cock.
A man who wants to dress and play with his sissy clit like a girl.
A man who cums like a girl, squealing and purring as his asspussy is stretched by toys, cocks and strapons.
Why my rant? Simple really Sally. She sent me this email and I am sharing it with you all.
Dear Ms Kate,
I found your blog while researching cross dressing, sissy gurls and married cross dressing. I find your blog interesting, because you seem to reflect similar feelings to my own. I am angry, turned on, ashamed and confused by everything that has happened in the last 3 years with my husband.
If I am honest I knew about my husbands 'needs' for some time, but decided to ignore them. I had not realised how far his needs had taken him, I arrived home from a weekend away very early, I had, had a terrible time and had fallen out with my sister and drove home that night. All I wanted to do was pour myself a glass of wine and watch something trashy on TV.
I walked into my home to find my husband dressed in one of my work dresses, a long blonde wig, make-up and ridiculous 6 inch heels, the music was loud which is why he had not heard me opening the door. He was walking from the main hallway into the living room carrying a tray with a beer and a glass while dancing.
I walked in to find a man sat on the my sofa playing with his cock as my husband returned with the beer. It all happend in slow motion.
My husband screamed and I do mean screamed like a girl, fully and completly screamed! The guy on the sofa just sat there in shock and then the crying started. I slapped my hausbands pretty face and told him to get a grip the guy on the sofa stood up and just said. Fuck this I want my money back!
I turned to my husband and said are you a whore, you fucking asshole! My husband blushed, I turned to the man and asked him how much did you pay the bitch?
He looked confused and mubled £200, he started to add. I stopped him and said not interested fuck the sissy bitch and picked up the beer and sat across from the sofa and watched. My husband started to complain, the guy was aroused I could tell this was really turning him on and he slapped my hubands face, not hard just enough to show him who was boss and then he pushed my husband down onto his knees, my eyes widened and I felt the first traces of excitement, was it the shock? Did I like this, what ever this is? I squirmed in my chair a little, trying to rub my thighs together as my excitement began to build, I rolled my hips around on my seat trying to place a little pressure on my clit.
The man grunted and his cum filled my husbands mouth, I must have gasped because he turned to look at me as another rope of cum spilled out of the mans erect cock landing on my husbands cheek and on his chest, his fake pert breasts gently bouncing as another rope of cum landed on my dress, y husband opened his mouth to say something to me I could see cum on his face, lips and in his mouth, before he could utter a word the man turned my husbands pretty head and pushed in his cock and told my husband to lick him clean.
I looked at the man and asked have you booked the slut before. The man said yes. Then added we met for the first time at a hotel about 2 months ago. My husband stood up and I told him to fetch his date a beer and pour me a glass of wine.
As my husband left the room with the try and the remnants of the original beer, I turned to the man and said was he good. He smiled and replied I prefer to think of him as a her, I could not help myself I giggled and blushed a little, my husband returned and I turned to him and asked him well slut, what is your name, the man laughed, it seem to release a little of the tension in the room and my husband found his voice and almost whispered Felicity...
I looked at him and nodded yes, it works for you, Felicity, Fliss for short. Yes Fliss really works for you. I sat back down picked up my glass of wine and drank deeply.
Fliss, hun don't mind me, do finish off your date, you can't leave the poor man unfinished, what did you use to say to me if a man doesn't get to be inside his girl regularly they drift apart. Darling let your man fuck you then we can have a nice girl to girl chat.
My husband stood and I watched as he slipped out of my dress it fell to the floor, my faggot sissy husband reached behind himself and pulled his thong to one side and climbed on the man sat on our sofa, his cock already exposed and wet from my husband’s mouth my sissy husband faggot purred as he slide down his lovers rod impaling himself…
My mind filled with a million thoughts, envy, anger, disappointment and surprise at my husbands ability to take such a large cock.
I watched each thrust deep into my husbands ass pussy sent ripples through my husbands body, his fake breasts bounced gently, I guessed his breast forms were C cups, his bra was adorable, I made a mental note to ask him were he had purchased it from.
I looked into my husbands eyes and he was gone replaced by a wanton slut, hell bent on pleasure, the man fucking my husband grunted and pushed hard into my husband, at the same time he spat the words out fucking whore, he gripped my husbands waist and hips and pounded into him, my husband flopped around like a rag doll his tiny elfish frame no match for the bigger man, my husband grunted and let out a moan and then clamped his legs together and began to quiver, the man fucking my husband stopped and let out a loud grunt and pumped his seed into my husbands asspussy.
Moments later my husband let out a shrill squeal and his tiny sissy clit throbbed and he began to ejaculate two small ropes of cum landed across his thighs, as the man wiped the cum and smeared it across my husbands face.
The man stood up and my husband exhausted and dishevelled slid of the mans lap and landed on the floor the man pulled off the condom and emptied the contents onto my husband it landed in his wig, on his lingerie and on my sofa and rug.
Yes there is contempt in my words and lets be honest sissy gurls why shouldn't there be? Sally, Myself and many other women have had their worlds turn upside down. Let me set the record straight for all you sissy and aspiring sissy gurls we did not want to marry a girl.
Or a man who dreams of being a girl, who takes huge cocks and giggles when s/he is forced to lick and suck another mans cock.
A man who wants to dress and play with his sissy clit like a girl.
A man who cums like a girl, squealing and purring as his asspussy is stretched by toys, cocks and strapons.
Why my rant? Simple really Sally. She sent me this email and I am sharing it with you all.
Dear Ms Kate,
I found your blog while researching cross dressing, sissy gurls and married cross dressing. I find your blog interesting, because you seem to reflect similar feelings to my own. I am angry, turned on, ashamed and confused by everything that has happened in the last 3 years with my husband.
If I am honest I knew about my husbands 'needs' for some time, but decided to ignore them. I had not realised how far his needs had taken him, I arrived home from a weekend away very early, I had, had a terrible time and had fallen out with my sister and drove home that night. All I wanted to do was pour myself a glass of wine and watch something trashy on TV.
I walked into my home to find my husband dressed in one of my work dresses, a long blonde wig, make-up and ridiculous 6 inch heels, the music was loud which is why he had not heard me opening the door. He was walking from the main hallway into the living room carrying a tray with a beer and a glass while dancing.
I walked in to find a man sat on the my sofa playing with his cock as my husband returned with the beer. It all happend in slow motion.
My husband screamed and I do mean screamed like a girl, fully and completly screamed! The guy on the sofa just sat there in shock and then the crying started. I slapped my hausbands pretty face and told him to get a grip the guy on the sofa stood up and just said. Fuck this I want my money back!
I turned to my husband and said are you a whore, you fucking asshole! My husband blushed, I turned to the man and asked him how much did you pay the bitch?
He looked confused and mubled £200, he started to add. I stopped him and said not interested fuck the sissy bitch and picked up the beer and sat across from the sofa and watched. My husband started to complain, the guy was aroused I could tell this was really turning him on and he slapped my hubands face, not hard just enough to show him who was boss and then he pushed my husband down onto his knees, my eyes widened and I felt the first traces of excitement, was it the shock? Did I like this, what ever this is? I squirmed in my chair a little, trying to rub my thighs together as my excitement began to build, I rolled my hips around on my seat trying to place a little pressure on my clit.
The man grunted and his cum filled my husbands mouth, I must have gasped because he turned to look at me as another rope of cum spilled out of the mans erect cock landing on my husbands cheek and on his chest, his fake pert breasts gently bouncing as another rope of cum landed on my dress, y husband opened his mouth to say something to me I could see cum on his face, lips and in his mouth, before he could utter a word the man turned my husbands pretty head and pushed in his cock and told my husband to lick him clean.
I looked at the man and asked have you booked the slut before. The man said yes. Then added we met for the first time at a hotel about 2 months ago. My husband stood up and I told him to fetch his date a beer and pour me a glass of wine.
As my husband left the room with the try and the remnants of the original beer, I turned to the man and said was he good. He smiled and replied I prefer to think of him as a her, I could not help myself I giggled and blushed a little, my husband returned and I turned to him and asked him well slut, what is your name, the man laughed, it seem to release a little of the tension in the room and my husband found his voice and almost whispered Felicity...
I looked at him and nodded yes, it works for you, Felicity, Fliss for short. Yes Fliss really works for you. I sat back down picked up my glass of wine and drank deeply.
Fliss, hun don't mind me, do finish off your date, you can't leave the poor man unfinished, what did you use to say to me if a man doesn't get to be inside his girl regularly they drift apart. Darling let your man fuck you then we can have a nice girl to girl chat.
My husband stood and I watched as he slipped out of my dress it fell to the floor, my faggot sissy husband reached behind himself and pulled his thong to one side and climbed on the man sat on our sofa, his cock already exposed and wet from my husband’s mouth my sissy husband faggot purred as he slide down his lovers rod impaling himself…
My mind filled with a million thoughts, envy, anger, disappointment and surprise at my husbands ability to take such a large cock.
I watched each thrust deep into my husbands ass pussy sent ripples through my husbands body, his fake breasts bounced gently, I guessed his breast forms were C cups, his bra was adorable, I made a mental note to ask him were he had purchased it from.
I looked into my husbands eyes and he was gone replaced by a wanton slut, hell bent on pleasure, the man fucking my husband grunted and pushed hard into my husband, at the same time he spat the words out fucking whore, he gripped my husbands waist and hips and pounded into him, my husband flopped around like a rag doll his tiny elfish frame no match for the bigger man, my husband grunted and let out a moan and then clamped his legs together and began to quiver, the man fucking my husband stopped and let out a loud grunt and pumped his seed into my husbands asspussy.
Moments later my husband let out a shrill squeal and his tiny sissy clit throbbed and he began to ejaculate two small ropes of cum landed across his thighs, as the man wiped the cum and smeared it across my husbands face.
The man stood up and my husband exhausted and dishevelled slid of the mans lap and landed on the floor the man pulled off the condom and emptied the contents onto my husband it landed in his wig, on his lingerie and on my sofa and rug.
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