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10 Sissy Cuckold Stories With Recorded Videos
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1. Memorable Night at Las Vegas
I had been planning the Vegas trip for weeks. You know how it goes—sometimes, you need to get away, switch things up, and throw a little adventure into the mix. So, I took my husband to Las Vegas, and we booked this sleek hotel room that was comped with a $900 deposit at check-in. In return, they handed us $900 in chips and tickets to four shows. Not a bad deal, right?
What made this weekend stand out, though, was the event happening at the hotel. There was a crossdresser-friendly function going on, right in our wing of the building. Men were encouraged to “dress appropriately” for the occasion. And my husband—always up for something different—was excited to get in on the fun. He spent a good four hours in the salon, getting pampered by the pros—makeup, nails, hair, the full works.
When I went down to pick him up, I barely recognized him. He looked hot—like, jaw-dropping kind of hot. I had to wait for him to come to me because I genuinely didn’t realize it was him at first. It was that good. We walked around the event together, feeling the buzz of the atmosphere. Vegas has a way of making everything feel electric, and tonight was no different.
We came across a table that caught my eye. It had a sign that said it was for FMS threesomes—Female, Male, Sissy. We hesitated for a moment, but then curiosity won. After all, this was Vegas, right? We were introduced to a guy named Martin. He was something else—about six feet tall, built like a Greek god, and confident in that smooth, effortless way that pulls you in.
Before long, we were all heading back to our room, drinks in hand and nerves buzzing. My husband sat down in a comfortable chair by the bed, watching as Martin and I got into it. Martin knew what he was doing. He fucked me every which way, and I was fully lost in the moment, enjoying every second of it.
But things didn’t stop there. Martin, ever in control, told me to direct my husband to eat me out, to taste his cum inside me. It was this mix of wild and intimate, and the whole thing felt like we were pushing every boundary we’d ever known. Then we moved into a 69 position; my husband, being his eager self, started devouring me like there was no tomorrow.
And then, with a slow, deliberate move, Martin shifted his attention to my husband. I watched as he slid behind him, took his time, and began to fill his ass with that thick cock of his. There was something so erotic about the whole scene—my husband, glistening, taking Martin in as I lay there, completely overwhelmed by everything that was happening.
The sight of Martin’s cock moving in and out, the sounds of pleasure filling the room, the energy between the three of us—it was all-consuming. This was something else entirely, something I’d never experienced before. Vegas had lived up to its reputation.
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2. My Sissy Husband
Let me take you into a glimpse of my life with Mike, my sissy husband, or as I prefer to call her, my best girlfriend. It’s not your typical marriage, I’ll admit, but it’s perfect in its own way—feminized, submissive, and utterly delightful.
From the moment Mike gets home from work, she steps out of her work clothes and into the feminine world she loves. It’s like she transforms, shedding the day and embracing who she truly is—my sweet, soft Mike. In our home, we’re two girls living together, not quite lesbians, but more like girlfriends, sharing our little world.
Mike’s room is her sanctuary, and I make sure it’s perfect for her. She’s got everything—fluffy pink cushions, beautiful lingerie, knee-length skirts, mini skirts, dresses that make her look divine, and a stunning collection of wigs. Pink is her color, of course—there’s something about it that makes her glow. Her natural hair is getting longer, her breasts fuller, and I love watching her become more and more her true self.
We’ve got a few close friends who know all about Mike and are totally comfortable with it. They come over, hang out, and blend right in with our world. Sometimes, Mike joins us for “girl talk,” and other times, she’s doing her thing in the background, feeling completely at ease.
There was this one time though—kind of funny in hindsight. Mike was all dolled up, fully dressed, and I was at the front door talking to someone. She walked by in the background, and the person I was chatting with said, “Oh, I didn’t realize you had visitors. Is that your sister?” I smiled and said, “No, that’s a friend staying with us for a few days.” Mike was a bit embarrassed at first, but I reassured her it was no big deal, and honestly, it wasn’t.
We’ve got our little rituals, our shared moments that make our bond special. Some nights, we’re curled up on the couch, watching TV, and I’ll paint her nails—whatever color she’s feeling that day. She’ll stretch out, put her feet in my lap, and I’ll tell her how beautiful she looks. It’s like our little spa session, and it makes me smile when she beams, feeling like the best girlfriend in the world.
Then there are the nights when I tuck her in—her own bedroom, of course. Sometimes, I can tell she’s a little excited by what she’s wearing. If she’s in one of those moods, I’ll check on her to make sure she’s comfortable. And if I think she needs a little extra attention, I’ll help her out. A kiss here, a whisper there, and in no time, she’s blissfully relaxed, her soft moans filling the room as I remind her what a good girl she is. It’s a sweet, intimate moment, and it’s something we both enjoy.
Now, here’s the thing—I’ve cuckolded her. It’s not something I hide from Mike, nor would I want to. Occasionally, I’ll have a lover stay over, nothing serious, nothing permanent, a little fun when I’m in the mood for it. Mike knows all about it, and she’s perfectly fine with it—more than fine, really. She actually enjoys hearing me in the other room, moaning and climaxing loudly. It turns her on, knowing that I’m happy, and that kind of excitement makes her more devoted. She wants me to be satisfied, and I think that’s what makes our relationship work so beautifully.
I don’t make a habit of having long affairs or getting emotionally involved with these men. It’s more like scratching an itch every now and then, something for my own pleasure, and Mike is totally supportive of it. When I have a visitor, she knows her place, and after it’s all said and done, we go back to our normal, happy life.
Our life isn’t conventional by any means, but it’s ours. Mike is fully feminized, a submissive bi-sissy who knows her role in our relationship, and we both get what we need from it. It’s a life filled with love, acceptance, and the occasional thrill. And honestly? We wouldn’t have it any other way.
3. My life as a sissy housewife
Let me take you back to when I was 22. It was one of those nights where life takes an unexpected, wild turn, and you’re left wondering if you stumbled into a fantasy. I was at a gay club on Halloween, dressed up in a maid costume, feeling free and a little reckless. That’s when I met him—37, confident, and oozing this calm authority. We danced a bit, shared some flirty conversation, and out of nowhere, he asked me if I’d clean his house while wearing the maid outfit.
At that point, I was pretty much broke, job hunting, and barely scraping by, so it wasn’t exactly a tough decision. “Sure,” I said, not thinking too much of it. The next day, I went over, cleaned his house top to bottom in that same little maid dress, and afterward, we sat down and talked. What he really wanted to know about was my crossdressing—how it all started, how I felt about it.
I opened up, telling him that it began when I was around five, dressing up with my sister, and how I’ve been hooked ever since. I’d always craved more—more days in makeup, more nights in skirts and dresses—but I kept it mostly hidden. Halloween was one of the few nights where I could let loose. We kept talking, and a couple of times, he offered to pay me extra for sex, but I told him no, not like that. “I’ll do it because I like you,” I said. There was something about him that made it feel different, something that felt right.
After about a month, he threw this crazy idea at me. He asked how I’d feel about moving in with him, dressing full-time as a woman, and basically becoming his housewife. I remember my mind racing. It was a lot to process—being a full-time girl? Hell yes, I wanted that. But the “housewife” part? That felt heavy, like stepping into a role I wasn’t sure I could fill. I didn’t know him that well, didn’t know what I was getting into, and didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. There was no internet, no forums or guides back then—just me, standing on the edge of something that felt equally terrifying and exciting.
He told me about a friend of his, Tina, who was living the life of a crossdressing housewife, and said I could meet her to get a feel for what it might be like. So, we met. Tina was sweet, down-to-earth, and seemed genuinely happy. She talked about how great it was—how freeing it felt to live as a woman every day, without hiding, without judgment. “If you do this,” she said, “we can hang out and be girlfriends sometimes.” Her words made it feel more real, more possible.
So, I jumped in. I moved in with him, and from then on, I was a full-time girl, 24/7. He bought me everything I needed to live my feminine life to the fullest—clothes, makeup, lingerie, wigs. You name it, I had it. He explained my duties—cooking, cleaning, keeping the house in order—and laid out his expectations, which were high. But I was happy, beyond happy really. For the first time, I felt like I was living as my true self, every single day.
There was a sexual element too, of course. We had a connection, and it worked for both of us. But it wasn’t all roses. There was some humiliation involved, situations with his friends that pushed my boundaries and made me uncomfortable. I was forced into moments that made me question if this was really what I wanted. But overall? I loved it. I loved the routine, the femininity, the way I could be.
I guess you could call me a sissy housewife, though back then, I didn’t have the language for it. All I knew was that I felt free, and for two years, I embraced it. There were hard days, no doubt, but there was something empowering about fully stepping into that role, about taking control of my identity, even if it meant letting go of some control elsewhere.
That time in my life? It shaped me. It was about finding myself, taking risks, and living authentically—even if it came wrapped in layers of lace and lipstick.
4. I Want To Make My Mistress Proud
My wife—now my Mistress—came to me with a playful suggestion. Our regular housemaid couldn’t make it, and she thought it would be fun if I stepped in. Little did I know that agreeing to take on this role would change everything, marking the beginning of my life as her full-time maid, personal assistant, and, eventually, so much more.
We had dabbled in crossdressing before, mainly for her pleasure. It made her feel closer to me, more intimate, and I enjoyed how it deepened our connection. But after that day, something shifted. My wife, who always saw me in a way I hadn’t fully seen myself, made a realization: I made a better-looking woman than I did a man. And from there, my journey into becoming a trans woman really began.
Over time, with the help of hormones and other adjustments, my body transformed. I now have beautiful, perky breasts and the kind of curves that make me feel like the woman I always knew I could be. But it was about embracing an entirely new role, a new identity, one that my Wife/Mistress had intended for me from the start. She had always envisioned me fully feminized, taking on the graceful, submissive tendencies of a true woman—and I was more than willing to oblige.
This wasn’t only about wearing skirts or putting on makeup. No, this was a deeper femininity, into submission. And part of that meant learning how to truly please her and anyone else she deemed worthy. When she decided it was time for me to please a man, I learned to suck cock like a woman who knows her role, doing exactly as I was told, without hesitation or resistance. And when the time came for me to be filled with hot cum, I did so eagerly, without letting a single drop spill. It’s a strange thing to admit now, but it became a part of me, second nature almost.
I’m always dressed in one of two things—either my maid’s uniform or my business attire, depending on what she needs me to do. And as for my own pleasure? Well, I’m only allowed to orgasm when my Mistress allows it, and usually, that’s when she uses her realistic, spurting dildo on me. Sometimes, if I’ve been especially obedient, I get the reward of seducing one of her attractive male clients and letting him fuck me, filling me with his cum. That’s when I get to feel the pleasure I’ve come to crave, but outside of those moments, my own release is tightly controlled. And that’s how she wants it.
Looking back, I’ve come to realize that this journey was about finding myself. When your husband can suck cock like a pro, embracing it fully, and relishes the feeling of his new sissy pussy being filled with cum, you begin to see that womanhood can become second nature. And who knows? He might turn out to be a natural at it, enjoying every moment more than he ever thought possible.
I wanted to make my Wife/Mistress proud, to show her that I could fully submit, fully transform into the woman she wanted me to be. And now, I embrace it with everything I have. I live to perform my sexual, womanly duties, to make her proud, and to show her how devoted and obedient I can be. It’s strange to say, but I can’t imagine living any other way now. This is my life, and I’m proud of the woman I’ve become.
5. My Life As A Sissy Maid
Let me tell you how my life as a sissy maid for my wife started. It’s kind of funny how something that began as a playful bit of role-playing has now become a regular part of my life, and in ways, I never saw coming.
Once a week, like clockwork, I put on the uniform she’s picked out for me. We’re talking thigh-high stockings, garters, four-inch heels that still give me trouble walking sometimes, a bra, panties (the sexy ones she likes), and, the short maid dress that barely covers anything. She even picks the wig—medium-length brunette, to be exact. The whole getup is part of the routine, and honestly, I’ve grown to love it.
She leaves me a list each week—bathrooms, the kitchen, scrubbing floors. You know, all the stuff she’s sick of doing. And because I love dressing up and feeling that thrill, I go above and beyond to make sure everything’s spotless. I put in the extra effort because it makes her happy, and if it makes her happy, I’m all in.
At first, whenever I’d mess up, she’d paddle me—hard. And while that was part of the fun in the beginning, I’ve learned exactly how to meet her standards. I don’t need the paddle anymore to keep me in line; I know what she expects, and I deliver.
But here’s where it gets interesting. Lately, she’s added a new twist—she insists I keep the windows wide open while I’m cleaning. Yeah, she wants me on full display for anyone passing by. To top it off, she requires me to take the trash out to the cans in front of the house. Picture it—me, in my maid’s uniform, out on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see.
It didn’t take long for people to notice. A few curious ladies from the neighborhood have stopped by, peeking in, clearly intrigued by what’s going on. And when they knock on the door, I have to answer, dressed in all my sissy maid glory. My wife has no problem telling them the truth. “Oh, he enjoys crossdressing, and he’s my sissy maid,” she says with a smile, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
So now, everyone knows—women, their husbands, everyone. A few of the men in the neighborhood have approached me, though only when I’m out in my regular clothes. They’ve asked me straight up if it’s true that I dress as a maid and clean the house. And what can I say? I tell them the truth. Some smile, a bit amused, maybe even a little envious. A couple of them don’t talk to me anymore—guess they couldn’t handle the whole thing.
Then, there was this one guy. He asked if he could see me dressed up. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I told him he could stop by on cleaning day and find out for himself. Well, he did. He got pretty aggressive, grabbing me and trying to feel me up. It caught me off guard, to say the least, and I had to put a stop to it before things went too far.
That was a wake-up call for sure. It’s one thing to be on display, to enjoy this life I’ve embraced, but boundaries are still boundaries. It was a lesson in facing this whole dynamic that my wife and I have, while also figuring out how to handle the reactions of those around us.
Life as a sissy maid is never boring, that’s for sure. It’s a mix of submission, performance, and finding new ways to please my wife while learning more about myself in the process. It’s unconventional, but it’s our life, and in its own weird way, it works.
6. My Sissy Role & Chastity Cage
I’ve been married for over 22 years now, and if you asked me back then how I’d be living today, I wouldn’t have had a clue. I mean, I’m a straight guy. I’ve always been fit, strong, and pretty confident in myself. My wife’s always had a strong sexual side, and over the years, I’ve learned how deep that runs.
When we were younger and would go out to bars, there was always this playful energy around us. Other couples would often try to pick us up, but we never went down that road. It wasn’t our thing—at least, not at that time. But after we got married, my wife started bringing in a few new elements to our sex life. I didn’t think much of it when she introduced vibrators and dildos—she’d always been dominant, and that was part of the fun. But then one day, out of nowhere, she took it a step further.
I’ll never forget it. She was using a vibrating dildo on me, playing around like usual, but then she started going lower. Before I knew it, she slid it inside me. It completely caught me off guard, but damn, I liked it. From that point on, it became a regular thing for us. A few years later, she upped the game and bought a lifelike dildo with a harness. It wasn’t long before we were on vacation, and she pegged me for the first time. I’ll admit, I was nervous, but I wasn’t disappointed at all—if anything, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it.
Along with the toy purchases came a few free videos, including one that would change things between us. It was an interracial cuckold video where the husband cleaned up after his wife had been with another man, and at one point, she grabbed her husband by the hair and made him suck the other guy. My wife was really into it, and it became a regular part of our dirty talk. She’d tease me about the men who flirted with her at work, pushing my boundaries a little bit more each time.
On our next vacation, things took another unexpected turn. My wife told me she “accidentally” forgot to pack my underwear. Instead, she handed me a pair of her own—satin pink, high-waisted panties that were bigger than what she normally wears. I put them on, embarrassed at first, but after a few days, I realized they were actually really comfortable. That night, when we were about to have sex, she told me how much she liked the way they looked on me, saying I reminded her of the sissy husbands in the videos we’d been watching. It was both humiliating and exciting at the same time.
She didn’t stop there, though. She put on her strap-on harness, but this time, with a large black dildo. She convinced me to suck it, and the way she reacted—how turned on she got—lit a fire in me I hadn’t expected. It led to one of the best nights of sex we’d ever had. After that, she kept adding more layers to our play. She dressed me up in heels and lingerie, and to my surprise, I found myself really enjoying it.
We even started experimenting with chastity. It started out as short sessions, but nearly every time we had sex after that, she made sure to ride me while I sucked on the dildo when I came. Then, a few months ago, I started working from home, and for my birthday, she surprised me with a pink HolyTrainer chastity cage. It came with different tube lengths, and at first, I tried it on and off to get used to it. But soon enough, she took the keys, and that’s when things really started to change.
She began locking me in the cage for 5 to 7 days at a time, only giving me a short break at night. I started in the standard cage, but after a few weeks, she moved me into the smaller one. Now, she’s made it clear that her goal is to eventually have me in the nano size. When she comes home from work, she always asks, with a smirk, how her “sissy tube” is treating the househusband. It’s become this inside joke between us, but there’s a part of me that knows she’s serious. And weirdly enough, I don’t mind it.
Our next vacation is already planned, and she’s told me she wants to visit a crossdressing store nearby where they do MTF makeovers. They even have photo shoots, and she wants me to stay dressed the entire weekend, driving to our destination fully transformed. The idea excites me more than I thought it would, honestly. I never imagined I’d be into any of this, but here we are.
And then there’s the final twist. She’s mentioned that she might have a black friend from work—someone she finds really attractive—meet us there, so she can live out her ultimate fantasy. I laugh it off most of the time, hoping she’s joking, but deep down? I’m not so sure. The thing is, at this point, I’d probably submit to whatever she wants. That’s how much she’s changed me, slowly turning me into her sissy over the years. And you know what? As crazy as it sounds, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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7. My Girlfriend Made Me Her Girlfriend
My girlfriend, who’s always been playful and adventurous, came to me one night while we were hanging out and casually suggested, “Why don’t you shave your bush and body? You’d look sexy smooth.”
I laughed at first, thinking she was joking, but there was something in her tone—something that made me curious. So, I went ahead and did it. When I stepped out of the shower, feeling the cool air against my now bare skin, I saw it: a pair of her panties, laid out neatly on the bed.
“Put them on,” she said, with that sly grin she gets when she’s up to something. I hesitated for a second, but then she added, “You’ve got a great ass. And, come on, I know you’ve thought about wearing my panties before.”
Caught off guard, I didn’t even try to deny it. She was right. Something about her clothes, the way they hugged her body, always intrigued me. So, I slipped them on. And damn, the way she looked at me—it was as if she was seeing me for the first time.
“You look incredible,” she whispered, stepping closer, her fingers trailing down my bare chest. “Now put on a bra and some nylons. Let’s see that feminine side of yours.”
I laughed nervously. “You’re serious?”
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” she replied, her eyes gleaming. “You’re such a masculine guy, but I want to see something different tonight.”
I don’t know what came over me, but I went with it. I mean, she wasn’t asking for much, right? I pulled on the bra, the nylons, and stood there, feeling strangely… liberated. Vulnerable, sure, but also free in a way I hadn’t expected.
Then she hit me with it, the thing that turned everything upside down. “I want you to dress up like a woman and tell me about how you’ve thought about being with a guy.”
I paused. It wasn’t that I’d never thought about it. Hell, every guy has at least once, even if they don’t admit it. But hearing her say it made me realize how much she wanted to tap into this part of me.
I told her the truth, about how I had a gay roommate once. He’d seen me one night, drying off after a shower, and things got a little intense. He told me he’d always wanted to suck my cock, and before I knew it, he was down on his knees, hard as a rock. He sucked me off, promised to keep it private. But that was as far as it went.
Her eyes lit up, but not with jealousy—more like excitement. “I want to use my strap-on on you,” she said, “I know you’ve thought about it. I can see it in your eyes. You want to feel what it’s like, to have a cock inside you.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off. “It’s just us. You’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you tonight. After that, I want you to cum inside me, then eat your load out of my pussy.”
Her words sent a shockwave through me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. But when she lubed me up and slid her cock into my ass, all my defenses crumbled. The way she fucked me—slow and deep—was something I didn’t know I craved. And when she climbed on top of me afterward, grinding her pussy against me, I knew I’d never forget that night.
When I finally came inside her, the intensity of it had me seeing stars. And true to her word, she put her pussy right on my face, making me eat my cum from her wet lips. I’ve tasted my own cum plenty of times before, but this was different—more raw, more intimate.
Later, as we lay there catching our breath, she looked at me with that same gleam in her eye. “I’d love to see you suck a thick cock,” she said casually. And that’s when I told her about this guy I’d met. He was always flirting with me, asking me to come over. He wasn’t into girls at all, but when I mentioned that she’d like to see me in panties, sucking a cock while I fucked her, his interest piqued. I could see how much this turned her on.
A few days later, we made it happen. I dressed up for her—panties, bra, nylons, and heels. When he walked in, I have to admit, he was hot. Handsome, muscular, with a confidence that made my stomach flip. His cock was already hard as he approached, rubbing my panties, teasing me. My girlfriend was watching the whole time, touching herself, practically dripping with arousal.
He kissed me, deep and passionate, like I’d never been kissed by a man before. Slowly, he made his way down to my chest, sucking on my nipples before pulling down my panties and wrapping his hand around both of our cocks. My girlfriend’s eyes widened with lust.
“Your boyfriend’s not a sissy,” he said to her, holding our dicks together. “He’s a guy who wants to please you.”
Then, he lubed himself up and told me to roll over. I felt his cock push against my ass, and before I knew it, he was inside me, fucking me hard while my girlfriend moaned, cumming from watching.
He didn’t last long, but when he came, it was in thick, heavy waves. And honestly? It felt good. I wasn’t ashamed of it.
Afterward, we all laid there, sweaty and spent. My girlfriend leaned over, still catching her breath, and whispered, “I love your masculine side, but I can’t get enough of this sissy side either.”
I grinned at her. “I’ll keep dressing up for you,” I said. “But so we’re clear, I’m not going to sit back and watch you fuck other guys.”
She smiled and nodded, running her fingers over my chest. “Deal.”
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied in a way that only comes from embracing the parts of yourself you never thought you’d explore.
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8. My Womanly Side
We were exploring this kind of reverse ’50s lifestyle—a little twist on the traditional roles. I was the dolled-up, pretty housewife, and she was my dominant house-husband. It was something we’d slowly eased into, each of us finding our place in this dynamic.
One evening, I was in the kitchen, washing the dishes, dressed in my usual— a flirty little dress, layers of petticoats, stockings, and my favorite pair of high heels. It was a simple, quiet night, or at least it started that way. As I stood at the sink, focusing on the dishes, I suddenly felt her presence behind me. She came up quietly, dressed in her leather jeans, and wearing one of her strap-ons over them. Without a word, she kissed the back of my neck, her hands sliding over my breasts, gently but with a sense of control that always sent a shiver down my spine.
Instinctively, I leaned over the sink a little more, my body already giving in to the moment. I sighed as she lifted my dress, exposing my panties. Her touch was electric as she caressed my ass through the fabric, building the anticipation. Then, in one slow, deliberate motion, she pulled my panties down. I knew what was coming, and every nerve in my body lit up with excitement.
She entered me slowly, firmly, taking her time, and as soon as she did, I felt this wave of femininity wash over me. There’s something about those moments—being taken like that—it makes me feel more womanly than anything else. She grabbed my hips, pulling me into her rhythm, and I held onto the taps, steadying myself as she started to pump harder and harder.
The sound of my knees hitting the cupboards mixed with the soft moans escaping my lips as she pounded me. The reflection in the window caught my eye, and there we were—our bodies moving in sync, me bending over, submissive, as she took complete control. It was passionate, and primal in the best way possible.
As she neared her climax, she thrust even deeper, harder, filling me completely. And when she finally came, buried deep inside me, I felt this overwhelming sense of satisfaction. I had pleased her, like a good girl should. It was one of those moments where everything felt so perfectly in tune—where I felt not only desired but fulfilled in this unique dynamic we’d created. And in that moment, I had never felt more feminine, more connected, or more alive.
9. How We Fix Our Married Life
A few years ago, things started to shift in my relationship with my wife, and honestly, it turned out to be something I never expected—but in the best way possible. You see, I’ve always had this thing for panties, and for the longest time, my wife kind of tolerated it. She wasn’t really into it, but she went along with it for my sake. Things took a turn when I became impotent. It was tough at first, but something unexpected happened—she realized she actually enjoyed using vibrators a lot more than having traditional intercourse with me. It was like a door opened for both of us, and we started exploring new dynamics that we hadn’t before.
Over time, she became more comfortable with feminizing me, teasing me, and even denying me. What was once something she “put up with” became something she embraced, and, honestly, I loved every second of it.
These days, she insists I wear panties all the time. Whether it’s under my clothes or when I’m lounging around the house in a nightie, they’re always part of my daily life now. And here’s the kicker—she hasn’t actually touched my penis in years. It’s become part of our routine. Once a month, she lets me take a pill to get an erection, but even then, I’m never allowed to come from it. She’s made it clear she prefers me this way—impotent and fully submissive.
When she does let me come, it’s always on her terms, and it’s always when I’m soft. There’s something thrilling about the way she teases me, bringing me to the edge by fondling me through my panties, making me come in a way that feels almost humiliating but incredibly intimate at the same time. I’m always dressed in women’s underwear or one of her nighties when it happens, and honestly, it’s the only way I want it now.
My wife, on the other hand, gets to fully enjoy herself. She comes at least once a week, and I love watching her pleasure herself or use her toys—it’s like seeing her completely in her element. For me, I get that release about once a month, but even though it’s less frequent, the anticipation makes it all the more satisfying when it finally happens.
This shift in our sex life has brought us closer than ever. It may not look like the traditional setup most people have, but for us, it’s perfect. It’s the best sex we’ve ever had, even if it doesn’t involve what most people would consider “normal” intercourse. We’ve found our groove, and I couldn’t be happier.
10. My Bisexual Fantasy
One night, everything changed when I confessed to my girlfriend that I was bi and had a thing for wearing women’s lingerie. I was nervous, unsure of how she’d react, but instead of being weirded out, she leaned in. She embraced it. In fact, she went out that very night and bought me something that would completely blow my mind: stockings, garters, a micro mini skirt with a G-string, and a silky top. And to top it off? A large butt plug. I thought we were in for some fun just between us, but it turned into so much more.
She had me get dressed in all the new clothes she’d bought, and I thought the night was going to be about us exploring this new dynamic together. But then, she took things to a whole other level. Out of nowhere, she brought in a couple of guys she knew. She looked at me with a sly smile and told them I was their “fuck toy” for the night—and to have their fun with me.
I was both shocked and excited as they took her words to heart. I was filled, drilled, and used over and over again. These guys didn’t hold back, and honestly, the experience was overwhelming but incredible. What made it even hotter was watching my girlfriend sit back on the couch, pleasuring herself with this massive dildo, completely vocal about what she wanted to see and how much she was enjoying watching everything unfold.
When they were finally done, I thought the night had reached its peak. But she had one more surprise for me. She slipped on a large, girthy strap-on and proceeded to fuck my cum-filled ass, not stopping there—she even used my mouth after. It was intense, and it was incredible.
That night changed everything for us. It was wild and unpredictable, and I loved every second of it.
Last Words
These sissy stories are so much more than drama—they’re about people finding their truth, pushing boundaries, and, let’s face it, facing some seriously messy situations. I hope these stories gave you a glimpse into a world that’s as complex as it is fascinating. Didn’t they make you think about relationships and trust in a whole new way?
So, what do you think? Any favorites? Or maybe you have a story of your own you’re ready to share (go ahead, my inbox is always open 📬). Until next time, stay curious, stay open-minded, and never stop exploring the layers of human connection. Cheers! 🥂✨
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