Sissy Hubby Ch. 02
Keywords: Sissy, Ch., Hubby, 02,
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I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and better than I had in a very long time. Rolling over to find my wife Stacy had already left for work.
After finishing graduate school two months ago, my wife accepted a position with a prestigious firm which much paid more than we had hoped. Upon returning home from the first day of her new career, she demanded that I quit the three meaningless jobs I had held to get her through school.
The first few days of my unemployment were spent listing my daily duties and all of the miscellaneous small projects which needed addressed. I established a daily routine: clean the house in the mornings, watch a little daytime T.V., weed and tend to the flower beds, garden and lawn in the afternoon.
Slipping out of bed and walking to the bathroom, still trying to wake up. I took a long hot shower. After drying off, I returned to the bedroom, on the dresser I found my clothes laid out for me. My wife has prepared the clothes I wear each day for as long as I can remember. On top of the pile of clothing was a note, this wasn"t unusual either, we left notes for each other quite often to remind the other of little things.
As I picked up the note, my knees locked and my eyes opened wide to see one of her sexiest, white lacey thongs lying on top of the pile.
Calming down, I picked up the note. Her loopy handwriting with circles above the I"s covered the page. The note simply read: "Todd, A little slut should dress like a little slut. Kisses, Stacy"
I have never even thought of wearing women"s clothing. It didn"t really matter what the brain in my head was thinking, the one between my legs was taking over. For some odd reason the whole idea of it was turning me on in a big way. Without further hesitation, I slid the stretchy thong up my legs. It rose up high on my hips and dipped down into my pubic hair and butt crack. It fit much differently than the thongs with "cups" I had become accustomed to and felt… sexy.
My erection was pulling the top of it away from my stomach. I adjusted my cock to the side, while still being covered it also allowed the top of the thong to lay flat.
I pulled on the white t-shirt and wasn"t surprised when it didn"t fit right. This must be the one I accidentally washed in hot water, it shrunk about a size and fit tightly, and I hadn"t worn it since believing it had been thrown out.
The denim shorts were folded up neatly; as I picked them up I knew immediately which pair they were. They had between a one to two inch inseam, very short, the cuffs were rolled once and sewn in place and they rode very low on top, ending several inches below her hips. I bought these for Stacy several years ago, she had worn them once, saying she felt like a slut when she had them on. How appropriate.
I stepped into them and slid them up my legs. Thinking to myself, Wow! Stacy and I were close to the same size! Then I remember the summer I had purchased these she was about 15 pounds heavier. When buttoned and zipped, I too felt like a slut. Between the shorts and the shirt, about three inches of my midriff was left exposed.
Remembering I initiated all of this with my confession last night and becoming aware of just how turned on I had become, I didn"t even consider finding something else to wear.
I went about my daily duties, at all times being fully aware of what I was wearing. My erection faded as the day went by and I got used to the feeling of the clothing.
The morning passed quickly by. After a quick lunch I headed for the garage to collect my gloves and gardening tools. The only person I was concerned would see me was our neighbor to the back. She is a lady in her late 40"s, from the day we moved in my wife and I believe she showed an interest in me. Whenever I stepped into the backyard, she soon entered her backyard. All the while sneaking looks at me. We have never spoken a word to her not even a wave. She lives alone and rarely has company.
After peeking out the door and seeing no one, I strolled to the garden and got to work. Having trimmed the tomato plants and weeding the entire area I decided to avoid the front yard and call it a day. On my way back to the door I heard my neighbor"s door open behind me. Glancing over my shoulder out of habit, I saw her standing on her deck smiling while waving at me.
I wanted to run for the door, but I froze. Unsure of what I should do, looking over my shoulder once more and seeing her walking to the fence still waving, I decided to go say hello. What the hell, she had already seen me, what do I have to loose?
She greeted me as I approached the chain link fence separating our yards. Trying my best to be casual, I introduced myself and apologized for not doing so sooner.
She replied with a smile on her face, "It is as much my fault as it yours. My name is Kim."
We shook hands and briefly complimented each others lawns and gardens. Just as I excused myself to get back to work she reached over the fence and pulled a twig from my hair. As she did this she whispered in a sultry way, "You look so cute today Todd."
I know my face turned deep red and I felt a knot form in my stomach. Not knowing what else to say, I whispered back a thank you.
She smiled and winked at me, then turned her back and strolled toward her house.
Once inside, I nearly into the bedroom and peeked out the drapes covering the sliding glass doors leading to the backyard. Kim was on her deck sitting on a chair reading a magazine.
I unintentionally "checked her out" for the first time. She stood about 5"8", bleach blonde hair that ended between her shoulder blades, her tits were probably D-cups and her butt was round.
The remainder of my afternoon was spent in front of the T.V. watching a movie on DVD.
Stacy stepped through the door a few hours later she set a large bag down on the counter. After casually complimenting me on my appearance, we sat at the table and ate the pizza I had ordered earlier. I told her about my encounter with Kim. When I finished the sordid tale, a smile spread across her face. Her reply came in a throaty voice "Nice"
I cleaned the kitchen and joined her in the living room. She was sitting on the couch, smiling at me as I entered the room. The coffee table in front of her was covered with the contents of the bag she brought home. I was stunned to say the least. A stack of lacey thongs, very similar to the one I had one, were in a pile creating a rainbow of colors.
Standing up were three, hot pink colored butt plugs. They ranged in size from slim to large. A tube of lubricant had been laid in front of them. In front of that were two hot pink dildo"s with balls and everything, one slightly larger than the other. It didn"t take a genius to figure out for whom these things were intended.
The final item she had purchased was hidden inside a small bag from a local lingerie shop.
As I stood there with my mouth hanging open, Stacy watched my reaction. Then pointed to the unopened bag and stated in a commanding voice, "Take that to the bedroom, put it on and get back in here."
I remained standing there silently like an idiot.
"Didn"t I tell you to get your ass in there and change my little slut? What are you waiting for? GO! NOW!" Her voice had changed. It was deeper, demanding and it scared me a little.
I picked up the bag and staggered to the bedroom. In a dark corner of my mind, I know I wanted this to happen. Our conversation last night had informed my wife of who I really am.
When stripped naked I opened the bag to find a pink baby doll nightie. I pulled the top of it over my head and tugged it into place. It had spaghetti straps and was held together in the front with a tiny pink bow between where tits should be. It only covered half of my butt and the whole thing was thin enough to be completely see-thru. I pulled the panties out of the bag, they were a bikini style that tied on the sides. The panties were of the same pink see-thru material. As I slid them up my legs, I realized the drapes were wide open!
It was completely dark outside. The light of the bedroom could have allowed Kim to see me like this! As I rushed to the sliding glass doors, a flash appear from her deck. I didn"t even pause, quickly yanking them closed. "Stacy! I think Kim just took a picture of me dressed like this!" Whining as I called to her.
She replied sternly, "I hoped she would, I opened the drapes. Well she has seen you dressed up like a little slut! Get over it! Just hurry up and get in here! You have to the count of 5! 1… 2… 3… 4"
As I stepped into the living room she whistled at me. The coffee table had been cleared, covered with a pink bath towel and turned so the narrow end was near the couch on which she sat. As she pointed to the table she said in the same stern voice "Lay down, face up, head over there." She indicated the far end for the location of my head.
When settled on the table, she leaned forward and gently rubbed my hard-on through the satiny material. "You look so sexy dressed like this. Do you feel sexy?"
"Oh god yes!" I answered eagerly without even thinking about it.
"Well tonight I will do some of the things I have been thinking about since last night." As she said those words, she untied my panties and pulled them from my body.
All I could do was let out a soft moan.
She tapped my knees and stated "Feet on the table, spread apart as far as you can."
I raised my feet to the table and placed them on the very edges of it. She had me lift my butt up while she slipped a pillow under it. Stacy then gently spread my knees apart. "I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am. On second thought, it doesn"t really matter if you are."
The comment didn"t faze me, I didn"t care. I just wanted her to get on with it. I had dreamed of something like this for so long. My train of thought was cut short when I felt her finger make contact with my little brown hole. This was the first time any person besides myself had ever touched me there.
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Keywords: Sissy, Ch., Hubby, 02,