Sissy Hubby Ch. 03
Keywords: 03, Hubby, Ch., Sissy,
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As the sleepy fog cleared my mind, I felt warm sunshine on my face. Remembering the night before, I couldn"t help but smile as I pictured my wife Stacy fucking my ass with my pink dildo. Running my hands down my slim body I felt the baby doll nightie still spread across my chest. Finding the strength to sit up and greet the day, I found I was unable to open my eyes. Raising my hands I felt a crusty layer of something around my eyes, wiping it away until my eyes could open at least part way, as usual Stacy had already left for work.
I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, gazing at myself in the mirror, I felt that familiar tingling sensation between my legs as I realized the crusty layer on my face was cum from the facial I received last night. Sensuously swaying my hips and pouting my crusty cum covered lips, I did a little strip tease for myself as I pulled the nightie off. Completely naked, I watched my body gently sway and grind to the imaginary music in my mind.
I felt so sexy, but not a manly sexy, more of a pretty sexy and for some reason, it didn"t bother me in the least. Turning my back to the mirror and grinding my butt in the same way I had last night as Stacy drove that hot pink dildo inside me. Having never really looked at my own butt before, I was shocked and grossed out at the amount of hair covering my cheeks, that wasn"t very sexy I thought to myself. Spreading my cheeks apart, I found the hair between them was even thicker, yucky! Maybe I"ll ask my wife what she thinks about it when she gets home tonight.
Adjusting the water temperature and hopping into the shower, I couldn"t keep my mind off the amount of hair covering myself. The hair on my face has always been sparse and thin, and I shaved regularly. My arms were also sparsely covered with light hair, that didn"t bother me either. My armpits and pubic hair were covered by long dark hair. Tugging on some of my pubic hair, I was amazed to realize the hair might be as long as my cock when it was hard! My legs and chest may also need some attention, the hair wasn"t long but it was a darker color that stood out boldly against my lightly tanned skin.
Pushing the concerns from my mind, I took my time in the shower, washing every square inch of my body, baffling myself once again with my sudden concern for personal cleanliness. When satisfied, I dried myself with a soft fluffy towel, brushed my teeth, shaved my face and applied deodorant. I then found myself with my face up close to the mirror, scrutinizing my face. What was I doing? I had never done this before?
Before pulling my face away, I noticed a few hairs between my eyebrows and a couple of stray hairs popping out of my nose. Digging through Stacy"s cabinet, I located a tweezer. Without hesitation, I plucked the beginnings of a mono-brow and yanked out the nose hair that was visible, that made my nose run like a faucet and nearly brought me to tears.
Pleased with my appearance, I sort of skipped to the bedroom to discover what Stacy had selected for me to wear today. There was no note today, but on top of the stack was a light blue, lacey thong. Eagerly sliding it up my legs and positioning my hard cock to the side, allowing the top edge of the thong to lay flat on my tummy. The thong again dipped low in the front leaving quite a bit of my kinky pubic hair sticking out. Picking up the shirt and holding it up, I had never seen this shirt before. She must have bought more yesterday than she showed me last night. The shirt was similar to a muscle shirt, only the shoulder straps were lacey and there were wires sewn into the shirt to support boobs.
I wasn"t so sure about this, it was obviously a shirt for a girl. After rolling the idea over in my mind, I decided I didn"t want this change in lifestyle with my wife to end. Pulling on the shirt and tugging it down snugly, I found the shirt was again short, ending several inches above my belly button. It was also very tight and very thin. Looking into the mirror, I saw there were "pockets" in the shirt above the wires where the boobs would be held. I stuck my hands in the pockets and pushed them out, hey I don"t look to bad with tits, I thought to myself.
Back to the dresser, I picked up the shorts, they were a stretchy, pocket-less denim material, very short maybe a two inch inseam. Around the cuffs of each leg opening were embroidered white flowers, the chain of flowers rose up on the butt and formed the shape of a large heart spanning over both cheeks. I caught myself thinking, how cute! Quickly catching the thought and wondering where it came from.
Pulling the shorts up my legs was no easy task, they were VERY tight. I laid on the bed as I had seen my wife do before and worked them into place. Exhaling deeply, I zipped them up and buttoned them. Struggling into a standing position, I modeled for myself in front of the mirror. They were definitely tight, hugging every little curve of my body and squashing my cock into myself. The curves of my butt almost made the heart emblem look three dimensional.
The last item on the dresser was a pair of socks. They were white and short, barely covering my ankles, around the top was a fancy lacy frill that hung down toward my feet. They reminded me of what a schoolgirl would wear with a uniform. Quickly pulling them on, they looked sexy I said out loud, except for my leg hair.
I scanned the room for my tennis shoes, where did I leave them? Right beside the dresser were a pair of white "flats", as Stacy called them. They looked brand new, just as I was about to pass them on my search for my own shoes, I saw a note inside one of them. Picking up the note, it read, "Dear Dottie, (that"s Todd spelled backwards… kind of)" there was a smiley face drawn in there. It continued, "Pretty shoes for my pretty slut. Kisses, Stacy" At the bottom of the paper it read, "P.S.- it"s a belly chain."
My mind was completely blank as I picked up the shoes and sat on the bed, I was about to try one of them on when I heard a metal sound. Raising the toe of the shoe, a gold chain slid into the heel. Ah, belly chain, that"s what that meant! Grabbing an end and pulling it out of the shoe, I saw a little golden tag hanging from it. Examining the tag, it was inscribed with the words "My Little Slut". I felt proud and happy and had no idea why? Wrapping the chain around my waist, clasping it in the back with the tag hanging down on my bare tummy, I felt sexier than ever before. Slipping into the "flats", they felt very comfortable and… normal.
Standing up to leave the room and get to work, I turned just as I was passing through the door. Oh my God! The drapes have been open all along! Quickly remembering the feeling of sunshine on the face as I woke up, panicking almost dashing from the room in shame, but I remained there without moving. Bringing my eyes to focus beyond the window, I saw Kim sitting on her deck, waving me over with one hand and holding up a glass of orange liquid in a "cheers" manner.
I waved back at her and considered hiding inside all day long, she continued waving me over, inviting me to join her. I nodded my head in her direction and moved toward the sliding glass doors which separated us. Stepping out onto my own deck, Kim said loud enough for me to hear "Come on over Dottie, we"ll have some orange juice!"
Crap! Stacy must have met with her after I fell asleep last night, how else would she know to call me Dottie? God only knows what else she told Kim about me. Crap! Feeling sort of faint, knowing all of the blood in my body had rushed to my face. I pulled myself together and started walking in her direction. I wondered to myself, what could possibly happen?
Kicking off my flats and tossing them over the chain-link fence, I hooked my toes in the fence and pulled myself up and over landing on my feet in Kim"s yard. Slipping my shoes back on and bending over to pull the lacey frill of the socks free from the shoes, I stood and took the last few steps toward her deck and sat in the only other chair right beside her. Today she was wearing a light purple summer dress with buttons all the way down the front. The dress barely contained her big boobs, and showed off her thighs nicely.
Kim smiled brightly at me while saying "You look prettier every day I see you Dottie!" The name Dottie rung in my ears, it didn"t bother me at all, I actually thought it sounded pretty and fit me. Reaching to my stomach, fingering the golden tag hanging from my belly chain, a soft moan escaped her lips as she read the inscription. Dropping the tag, she offered her hand to me inviting me inside for a glass of juice.
Stepping into her house I found our homes were mirror images of each other. The most apparent difference was the furnishings. Where our house is a miss match of different styles, mostly particle board and all low cost, Kim"s home was elegantly furnished with fine leather and oak furniture. The walls were tastefully decorated with painting and photographs. Flowers and candles gently scented the room.
After pouring me a glass of juice, she led the way to the living room where we sat on the couch and she continued to compliment my appearance. Feeling more and more confident and comfortable with each word she spoke.
"May I ask you a question Kim?" spoken timidly.
"Sure Dottie, anything." She replied cheerfully.
"How long were you sitting outside this morning? Did you see me getting dressed?" feeling my face flush with embarrassment, but needing to know.
Placing her hand on my upper thigh, "Yes I did Dottie. It"s nothing to be ashamed of though, I had a nice chat with Stacy last night and she explained what was happening to you."
"May I ask what she said was happening to me?"
"That"s nothing to worry your pretty little head about." Her hand sliding farther up my thigh, a wide grin spread across her face.
"I guess not… um, did you happen to… I mean you didn"t happen to glance at our house last night? Did you?" Fumbling with my words, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
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Keywords: 03, Hubby, Ch., Sissy,