My wife doesn't like anal at all. My first wife would do it when asked. One night we had a party at our house. After midnight everyone left except one couple. We were all drunk of course. And it turns out we were all horny too. We were in the living room talking. I was sitting in my chair and my wife was sitting on the couch with the other couple.
Cuckold and Sissy groups really turn me on. I am a sissy and want to be cuckolded by my wife. Here is my story and my fantasies.
First I have to say, when we are in public I am a normal, manly type guy. Kind of macho but not a jerk about it. Just a normal, flannel shirt wearing, beer drinking, kind of guy. But at home in private, things are different. My wife likes to be domineering and I like to be submissive. Here is the story of how we discovered that.
I lived with a GF for 2 years. She loved sex. Anything I wanted and any time I wanted it. It was great. And same with her. Anything she wanted was fine with me.
One night after she rode me to mutual orgasm, she wasn't ready to quit. After a little moving around on her part I found her freshly fucked and cum oozing pussy over my face. As I gazed up, not sure what to do, she started sucking my cock. Then she lowered her cum filled pussy to my mouth.
Tonight my wife and I went out to eat together at the small town supper club where we usually go. Everyone there knows us and we know everyone else. We are one of the the happily married couples. We sat at the bar and talked about our day as we drank a few cocktails before dinner. And chatted with other people at the bar. We seem very ordinary to the people who know us.
I love watching a guy "seduce" my wife. Kiss her and feel her up, then open her shirt. The whole "try to get her to fuck" game. Most of the time the guy knows he is going to fuck her, but sometimes she will pick a guy up and lead him on so he tries his best to get lucky. Those times are great.
I can't talk about any of this with our friends. We live in a country setting with small towns and must be careful about rumors and talk. Some of the men my wife has sex with are married and their wives don't know. So we must all be discrete. Most people around here have no idea what a hot wife is. Here they would be simply sluts. You and I know better. And a cuck here would be frowned on as being a weirdo but again, we know the truth.
The strip poker was how my first wife and I started swapping. We had never done anything like that before. One night we had another couple over for drinks and talk. I worked with the husband and his wife and mine had met at a company dinner.
We had some drinks and talked and the other wife asked if we wanted to play cards. We played for a while and drank more. The other husband, Steve, suggested in a joking way that we play strip poker. I was all for it. His wife agreed right away. I never thought my wife would agree. But she did. I was really surprised.
Actually my wife has never been jealous of me. I lived with a GF for a couple years before getting married to my wife (my second wife). She loved cucking me but she was very jealous. I was not allowed to even look at another woman. But my wife is not jealous at all. She asked me a few times if I wanted to fuck another women just to be fair with her fucking guys but I told her I was happy with just fucking her and watching her with other guys.
Last night my wife and I went to a Halloween party at a bar. I dressed up as a hayseed type guy and my wife dressed as a slut. She was hot looking. I helped her dress so I knew about the crotch less satin panties and the satin chemise under her low cut sexy dress. And I knew about the lace garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings. I had a hard little cock the whole time she was dressing. Then came the thick make up and curly blond wig. When we left for the bar she had a definite fuck me look about her. And I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen.
This is the story of how it started. Being a sissy cuckold and enjoying it very much. My wife Patti, and I both enjoy these activities very much. We love each other very much and do these things to enhance our sex lives, not to be mean. The humiliations and name calling are all done in fun and because they add to our enjoyment. Having my wife call me a sissy boy turns me on. And my calling her a slut does the same for her. There is a bit of role playing involved with what we like to do.
My wife and I were out for a motorcycle ride one afternoon and stopped at a nearby country bar. While we enjoyed a beer a guy who knew my wife came over and said "hi you horny little fucker" to my wife. Holy shit.
She laughed and they flirted with each other a while. Soon he asked if she wanted to take a ride in his new car. He invited me to but I said I would wait for them at the bar.
When I arrived at Bruce's house he handed me a small blue pill and a cup of coffee. "Take this pill," Bruce said. I asked what it was and Bruce told me it was viagra. "What do I need that for," I asked? He told me to just take it and not to ask any questions. We then sat in front of his computer. "I have some pictures to show you," he said. Bruce started running through hundreds of pictures. There were pictures of men and women having sex, gay sex, lesbian sex, men dressed in women's underwear, group sex, people covered with cum, and even people pissing on each other.
Wearing nothing but the pink, satin and lace, crotchless panties Bruce bought for me, I laid down on his bed on my side. Bruce, naked, laid down behind me and cuddled up to me. I felt his hardening cock press against my ass as he moved against me. My own cock hardened quickly as he reached over my hips and wrapped his fingers around it. Soon he was stroking my cock, kissing my neck, and grinding his crotch against my ass. I turned my head back as he raised his head up and we kissed deeply. Our tongues snaked into each other's mouths as the passion grew.
Bob and I met through the internet. Like me, he is a bisexual married guy, who enjoys wearing women's panties and lingerie. He is luckier than I am though, his wife not only accepts his fetish of dressing in sexy undies, she encourages it, and enjoys it with him. That is what set off the chain of events leading to this story.
I have a long drive to and from work each day. The drive is all freeway and not very crowded at all. In the past I have jerked off in the car while driving. I've done that lots of times. I'll feel kind of horny and start thinking about some hot sexy fantasy or experience and rub myself through my pants. I get hard and it feels good. Sometimes I get so hard and horny I open my zipper and reach inside my pants to caress and rub my cock through my nylon briefs. That feels good too. Then sometimes I will pull my cock out and jack off while thinking about hot sex.
Well it finally happened. My wife and I have been reading the messages in the cuckold groups and hearing about the experiences of other couples. We have done many of the things talked about as you all know. Watching her have sex with another lover and eating her creampies are my favorite things. I have held her lovers cocks and guided them into her. That is hot. And I have laid under her in a 69, while her lover fucked her doggy style and then licked her while they did it. Of course I couldn’t help but lick his cock at the same time. And we all enjoyed that a lot.
This is a story about the first time I had sex with another
woman. I too am a woman. Judy and I had been friends since we were little girls.
We hung around together, double dated, and shared our experiences
with each other. We had apartments in the same building.
One Saturday I walked down the hall to Judy's place to spend
time with her. Little did I know what would happen that special
afternoon. When I arrived at Judy's apartment I let myself in as
I always do. I walked toward the kitchen and was about to call
This is the story of my first encounter with another
man. I met Don in a local bar and somehow, during the course of
our conversation, I told him I did plumbing work on the side. he
seemed like a nice guy, so when he called a week later with a
stopped up drain, I agreed to visit his house to correct the
Usually drains are not much of a problem so I wore regular
street clothes rather than coveralls. Don let me in and showed me
to the kitchen. I laid on my back and crawled under the sink
My world has collapsed to being one of breathing only and thought, I can feel no sensation other than the air I breath and if my box, crate or whatever it is moving, which it has not as far as I know yet. I am very hot inside this packaged airless box, so much so I feel beads of perspiration trickling down parts of my body already and wonder how long I can survive like this before I dehydrate to death.
Star poured us a glass of wine each as I sat at the dressing table to remove my make-up.
"You did well tonight, fronting up to my brothers and shaming Mother into apologising to you. The most surprising thing for me though was when she apologised to me. I would have bet every penny I have that the only time that would happen was when Hell froze."
"Damn, I could have got all of your money without having to marry you." I giggled.
"Ah! but then I'd have had to marry you to get it back."
My heart was beating a mile a minute as I sat in the security office and watched the monitors.
It was a little after midnight, and as usual the place was completely deserted. The camera feeds showed images of empty hallways full of closed office doors. Most of the lights were out. The break rooms empty. The front doors locked. The parking lot devoid of any vehicles except my own, and two company vans that lived in their assigned spots.
Hello, my name is Marcie and I am Valerie’s sissy slave. I do anything Valerie wants me to do. I love her so much even though she makes me do the most disgusting and horrible things. I still love her so much. It wasn’t always like this. It started almost a year ago, right at the beginning of my last year of high school and I had just turned eighteen. I just moved here and started in this school and right away, I knew things were going to be different.
If I'd known just what was waiting for me in the dining room I would have set off running. Usain Bolt could not have kept up with me (even though I was wearing stilettos), and Mo Farah would have run out of stamina long before me.
I wait with Maria for well over an hour making small talk with her and finding I actually do like her even with what she has done to me. I see though that Maria is fidgeting more as each minute drags on, I’m guessing she was expecting either Sandra or Mike to have returned by now.
“This is taking longer than usual between them, you wait here I’m going to try and see what is happening”
I sat behind my desk in the security office, watching the monitors. Nightshift was always my favorite shift. The seventeen story building that my company provided security for was prettymuch empty by five o clock in the afternoon. By the time I came to work-- geared up in my uniform shirt, tin badge, and utility belt-- the place was a ghost town. Front doors were locked, and aside from a cleaning crew that came by as seven pm every night I had the building mostly to myself.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE MIKE! I am your mistress, I owe you nothing and this is how you respect your mistress after I allowed you the treat of being the first to take Jonina and her virginal anal cherry, this how you thank me. WELL FUCK YOU!”
I see Sandra spin around and start walking out.
“Hey where are you off to, I haven’t finished yet, I said I want to own Jonina”
OOC: Way back in Nov 2012 I started a story, 11 months ago I last issued a chapter! Where does time go? So its probably time I updated Jonina’s story and offer my humble apologises for a long absence in progressing this story and anybody that was following it. I can’t believe it’s been eleven months since my last chapter hit the presses and over eighteen months since I started this tale! So here goes with the continuation of John to Jonina story part 24, I am already drafting up to part 28, so hopefully not so long to wait for the next instalments.
The driving instructor dropped me off at the main gate of the holiday centre. He commented that I should get as much practice in as I could if I had access to a car and someone who could sit with me. I told him that I didn't think that that would be a problem.
I walked back to the chalet to meet Star.
I found her packing all of our things into bags and cases.
"You can start taking these to your car, we'll have to make more than one trip, but we'll come back in one of Daddy's cars. They have more room."
The problem with girls, thought Luke, is that they just won’t co-operate and let you do what you want to do to them. At least, that was his experience with Vicky, and he imagined that it was the same with other girls. Girls should let their boyfriends do whatever they wanted with them was his philosophy. He and Vicky had been ‘an item’, as he put it, for almost seven years, and not once had she allowed him to kiss her properly. Sure, she would let him kiss her on the lips, but tongues? No way!
"It'll be strange to be living back at home again after all of this time living in a chalet."
"It'll be strange living in a house this size, my home is not much bigger than a chalet."
We were talking as Star showed me the way to her rooms in the east wing. Apparently the west wing was purely guest rooms, the main house was where her parents lived and the east wing was where she and her brothers were housed when they were staying..
"Your father said to move our things into your rooms, how many rooms?"
Mr. Johnson's big fat cock wasn't more than an inch away from my face as I stared up at him from down on my knees. His wife was nearby, camera in hand, there to document my night of feminization and submission, and add to it of course. All I can smell is the manly odor irradiating from his eight inch dick as it hangs in my face, ready to be serviced by a young sissy girl. I almost felt unconscious as I knelt in front of the muscular man, feeling so small and weak in comparison. My clit twitched in its chastity cage as his cock slowly began to slip between my painted lips.
Part four is the trial and sentencing of Colonel Saguro for his war crimes. He is found guilty and sentenced to "Death of Personality" but instead pleas to "Voluntary" conversion which lets her retain her mental skills as well as memory of who she was and who she will be.
This is a short chapter that details the fate of Camp Debauch and the new life ahead for Kendi Saguro. All future parts cover his trial and the conversion process from War Criminal to eventual Heroine of the Empire.
As mentioned in Part 1, Colonel Kendi Saguro, is now assigned to be the commandant of a terminal labor camp. He is currently en route with his charges and dreams of the profit he will make. However he is skillfully manipulated by his advisory Lady Cassandra Volkberg to make it into a light labor and pleasure camp where the prisoners although sex-slaves will not be killed or abused.
This is the first of several parts of the forced transformation of a brilliant but ruthless commander who enjoys abusing women, both ciswomen and transwomen.
Part one is designed to establish what real jerk Kendi Saguro is. Part 2 and 3 also will occur before his capture and just punishment. The backstory to the events is a decades long war between the hyper chauvinistic and ruthless Mathematica Conglomerate of Incorporated Systems against the near single gender matriarchal society of the Glorious Empire of Amazonia,
I count them as I enter the room. Fourteen? So many? Are all enrollment classes so large? Adorable but awkward in their baby doll dresses and makeup. They're also frightened, angry and unpredictable. Dangerous. Their collars are chained together and they're handcuffed, but I'm not taking any chances. I discreetly affirm that all their restraints are properly fastened.
My life had fallen into a horribly predictable pattern after my arrest. For hours, perhaps days at a time, I would be strapped into a chair and drugged-- forced to watch an endless stream of images flash across a flat screen television. Headphones placed over my ears would blare messages, mixed with the sounds of women orgasming. A mantra would repeat over and over until it swirled in my head. "I live to obey, I love to suck cock, I am a sexy girl.." All the while a machine was strapped to my groin, arousing me. Taking me to the very edge of orgasm, and then shutting off.
The two Amazons forced me to my knees in front of the Queen's throne. The whole thing was surreal. In front of me, perched on her throne with one leg crossed over the other, was Queen Vicki. Her hair was jet black and pulled in a pony tail behind her. Her face was immaculately made up with eyeshadow and a lipstick that made her plump lips shimmer. A slit in her small skirt gave a very flattering view of her legs, which were clad in stockings and capped in shiny black stilleto heels. Her breasts were covered, but visible through a sheer black bra. I could clearly see her nipples.
Home alone Mistress (Wife) & Sir (Her BF of 6 years) are out and about visiting, allowing there sissy her monthly 1 day off, time for sissy to sit looking out at the world on a rainy afternoon with my sissy cock uncaged just thinking of the day 5 years & 2 months ago that my life changed forever. Instead of just thinking I decided to put it down in words.
I had decided to drop into a bar just to relax after a hard day in the office. I had been dealing with some fairly influential people and they always cause stress. The only saving part of the whole process was knowing I was in some sexy lingerie with panties and bra matching. Just before I left my office for the night I slipped into the bathroom and changed into a pair of shorts and golf shirt admired myself in my wonderful lingerie and slipped on a pair of summer sandals and headed for the bar.
It didn’t matter to me that we were both naked as we ascended the staircase, hand in hand, to our bedroom. Why should it bother me? Beach was down in the cellar with Alice, my chauffeur had his own cottage elsewhere on my estate, and so there was nobody else in the house to disturb us. I could see, from her pert nipples, that Rachael was still aroused after our session in the cellar, possibly in anticipation of pleasure yet to come, or possibly from seeing Alice humiliated by Beach in exactly the same way that Alistair had humiliated her in his office.
My biggest mistake …..Continued Chapter 3
The next week.
I woke up with a start and realized I had fallen asleep on the sofa after Brooke had dropped me off. My ass still hurt and burned as I had no idea how many times I had been fucked the night before, definitely more than just a few, for some reason my mind had just shut down and my body took over.
Although I’d been turned on at the sight of Rachael’s pussy lips when she was bent over in my erstwhile husband’s office, I had not enjoyed watching him fucking her. But now that we were both naked, I was determined to kiss those delicious lips and enjoy the taste of her sweet pussy while my soon-to-be-feminised husband, Alice, looked on as she suffered the indignity of being face fucked by Beach, my butler. Her muffled cries and gasps as Beach’s cock slid through her ring gag were really turning me on, so much so that I could feel the moisture running from my pussy down my legs.
This actually just happened and I have no idea where it is going, I will keep you informed as it moves forward.
I work from home and as with many of you I enjoy wearing women’s clothes and being as much of a woman as I can but since I am married I have to be careful.
My wife works late some evenings and she visits family several days a month, which is located out of town and those are the times when I can be who I want to be and enjoy an afternoon or night to myself.
Selina was her name at the moment. She was not a nice person. She had not had a nice life. If diagnosed by a therapist she may be a psychopath or possibly a sociopath but never ever nice. Oh she put up a charming facade but underneath she was hateful of all. She had reason to be. She grew up as a frail little boy being teased,beaten and tormented in many a foster home through the first sixteen years of her life. She dressed to escape and when caught was tormented all the more. She ran away for the last time and began working the streets.