Sissy Dreams Do Come True:
Caught By His Wife and Turned Into A Sissy Cuckold

J.S. Lee

 

Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.

This is work of fiction.

All characters are 18 or older.

You should be too.

Jeff was grateful that Maria's trip had been extended. Of course, he pretended on the phone that he was devastated and missed her terribly, and it wasn't that he wouldn't have preferred that her soft form wasn't against him in the bed tonight as he slept. It just meant that before sleep, he had the opportunity to play.

 

The doorbell rang, the young man was late but Jeff wouldn't say a word. It wasn't his place regardless of the fact that the beautiful, blond boy was here to service him.

 

"Come in," Jeff's body was already responding to him as he waved him inside. He wondered briefly if old Mrs. Wright across the street could see him bringing in a hot, young lover and if she would tell, more than likely she would just assume he was here to do some handiwork around the house. After all, Jeff was married to the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood, who would suspect?

 

The boy didn't return his smile, but he didn't have to make Jeff's dick lurch in his pants. Once he was on the couch, arms wide across the top, legs spread as well, an air of confidence about him as if it were obvious he owned the place, he eyed Jeff up and down for a moment before asking, "What are you into?"

 

The professionals always wanted to know and Jeff blushed before speaking. The young god wanted to know so that he'd please him, perhaps garner a tip for his excellent performance, this was why he used professionals after all; it was just that saying precisely what he wanted was still such a struggle.

 

"Well, I want to be a sissy girl for you," Jeff started and didn't look back up to the boy's young, unlined face, although he placed one hand on the solid thigh and the heat rose from the young man's flesh through his pants, burning his palm and traveling quickly up his arm. He could feel his penis dribble and soak through his undergarments. If it was this good when they were both dressed, Jeff could only imagine what it would be like once the chiseled boy was gloriously nude.

 

"What the fuck is a sissy girl?" the boy asked, pushing a handful of the unruly, blond hair back, his powerful hand flexed, Jeff could see the line of muscle run from his tricep to his forearm, his smooth, bronze skin glowed in the low light that illuminated him and kept Jeff in shadow.

 

"Um, well I am wearing lingerie," Jeff would say it every time, line by line, and it still stung when he would have to ask for what he wanted. "I want to be used by you like the sissy slut I am. You, fuck my mouth like a whore, fuck my pussy, tell me what a cum-bucket faggot I am. Maybe if I'm a good slut, you let me touch my clitty at the end and cum, but only when your cock is inside me," when he was finished giving him his lines, Jeff was shivering. It was precisely what he masturbated to, over and over, the scene that replayed itself in his mind. He wanted tonight to be perfect.