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Meeting Up - Part 2 'Patricia' was sitting in front of the computer again. The work was finished and it was time for him to have some fun. Patricia's wife, Joanne, knew about her husband's sissy activities. It had taken all his courage but he'd finally confessed his submissive and cross-dressing needs to her a few years ago. Joanne, however, had not been very receptive. His strange needs were a total mystery to her. She could not understand why her husband had such bizarre sexual urges and she therefore refused to take part in his fantasies, in any shape or form. As far as she was concerned, if he had to do such things, he could do them in the spare room, by himself, and in private. As long as it did not affect their marriage, she was okay with it. It was a "Don't ask, don't tell" situation. As it was, their sex life together became non-existent. Patricia found it impossible to become aroused and sustain an erection for his wife, as all Joanne wanted was vanilla sex. So he kept his dressing to himself and dared not to ask Joanne what she did for her own sexual relief. It was indeed a difficult situation but their love for each other held them together tightly. Now, it was the middle of the afternoon. Joanne was at work and not due back for a few hours. Perfect time for a spot of fun. Patricia spun the chair away from the computer and faced the wardrobe. What should he wear today? He opened a drawer and began to sort through his frilly lingerie. He pulled out one of his favourite matching sets. It had arrived only a week ago. A ruffled pink satin bra, panties and suspender belt set. He had even found some pink sheer stockings to match. Slowly, he eased them up his freshly shaven legs. Oh, that feeling was sooooo wonderful! Next, came the suspender belt, bra and finally the panties. He stood in front of the mirror looking at his body. The fantasies ran round in his head, imagining the sexual ecstasy he could achieve if only his wife would be interested. Turning the chair back round to face the computer, he opened his e-mail. Lots of new mail was waiting. Most of it was junk but there was one from 'Kristin', subject 'For Patricia'. Kristin??? That's Sally-Anne's wife! Patricia had been writing to Sally-Anne for some time now. He was also a sissy. Sally-Anne had told his wife, Kristin, about his own submissive sissy fantasies. Kristin had been cautious at first but eventually ended up enjoying dressing her husband as her sissy maid or little baby girl. Sally-Anne would often write to Patricia, telling him of the games that they played together. Anyway, why was Kristin writing to him? Patricia opened the mail and began to read: Hello Patricia, I am Kristin, the wife of your sissy friend, Sally-Anne. I found out about you a few weeks ago. Sally told me everything. I am sure that you look very pretty, sitting there, reading your e- mail, wearing your pretty panties! The reason for this e-mail is that I would like to speak with your wife, Joanne. Give me your home phone number or ask Joanne to call me on this number xxx-xxx-xxxx I expect you to obey. Kristin Why would she want to talk to my wife, thought Patricia? Just at that moment, the front door opened. It was Joanne! "Hey, can you give me a hand with the shopping?" came the call from downstairs, "I went straight from work to get a few things as I finished early today." Patricia looked at the silky lingerie he was wearing. "Errrr... I can't right now." There was a brief silence. Joanne must have released what he was doing. "I don't care what you are wearing. I've managed to get all the bags inside the house but I need help taking them through to the kitchen. Come down and help." Patricia left the computer, slipped his bathrobe on and walked downstairs. He knew that he could not be seen from outside. It was safe. Only his stockings were showing under the robe. Slowly, he walked down the stairs. In the hallway were lots of bags of groceries etc. Joanne came back through from the kitchen. The look on her face was somewhere between disappointment, frustration and annoyance. "Well, don't just stand there, little girl. Pick the bags up." Joanne picked up another one and walked back to the kitchen with a barely suppressed little chuckle. Patricia helped take the bags through and put the shopping away. Afterward, he made Joanne a coffee and went back upstairs to change back into those boring male clothes. Before logging off the computer, he printed a copy from Kristin's e-mail and took it downstairs. He entered the living room, nervously. Joanne was sitting on the sofa, reading the paper and drinking her coffee. He didn't quite know how to say or explain the message. "What is it?" said Joanne, as she looked up from the paper. "I have a message for you," "A message? Who is it from?" "It's from a woman named Kristin. She would like to speak to you." "Kristin? I don't know a 'Kristin'. Who is she?" "She is the wife of someone I know by e-mail," Eventually, he managed to explain who she was. To Joanne, the tangible reality of her husband's cyber contact with another cross-dressing male, together with the irritation of finding him "dressed" in midday frustrated her all the more. Although she seemed unsure about having to speak to someone involved in Patricia's 'other' life, she agreed to call. Because of her uncertainty of the situation, Joanne sent him out of the house to get some things from the dry cleaners, while she called Kristin. By the time he arrived back home, he was taken by surprise. Joanne greeted him with a large smile on her face. "I have spoken to Kristin. She is a very interesting woman. Very impressive, too. We seem to have so much in common. It will not be the last time we communicate, by any means. I am sure that we are going to be great friends." "Yes? What did you talk about?" "Oh, you will find out, soon enough, dear" As she walked past him into the kitchen, Patricia detected an uncharacteristically devious smile. This bothered him, but because of his recently compromised situation, he sensed that he'd better leave well enough alone. He should have asked really. This was a bit upsetting. Although he spent the whole afternoon doing odd jobs around the house, he could never really concentrate on his work. What possibly could Kristin have said to her? Joanne spent the rest of the day on the computer in the spare room. She had shut the door behind her so Patricia had no idea what she was doing. He was tempted to knock on the door and ask but his uncertainty told him that it was best to wait. There was another short call to Kristin. Then Joanne went back to the computer. That evening, they sat down for dinner together as always. Patricia was still wondering, and a bit concerned about afternoon's events when Joanne spoke up. "While I was on the computer, I had a look around in the spare room. You have got quite a lot of women's clothes in there now, haven't you?" Patricia was surprised by the line of questioning. Joanne's face showed no sign of anger. She was not laughing. This was a serious question. Patricia had been buying things on mail order for a long time now. Although he had never thought about, he had indeed amassed quite a collection of soft, feminine dainties. "Errr...yes, I guess so," he said, wondering what was coming next. "And you dress up every day when I am out, don't you?" What should he answer? Should he play it down or tell the truth? It had to be the truth. He was never good at lying anyway. "Yes," he said, "Sometimes, I dress up while I am working at the computer." Joanne continued to eat her dinner calmly, making the questions seem somewhat matter of fact. "So, you dress up in your lingerie, become aroused, and I guess you make yourself come at least once a day," Patricia took a sharp breath. He had no idea where this was leading but took heart from the interest of his wife. Perhaps she was thinking of helping him. What had Kristin told her on the phone? It had to be something about dressing up. "Yes," he replied, "at least once." Joanne went silent for a few minutes, continuing to eat her dinner. Patricia did the same, although he was struggling. His heart was racing. His hands were almost shaking. How many times had he dreamed about his wife, helping him to dress up, allowing him to serve her in some way. He had read the e-mails from Sally-Anne, telling him of the games that he and Kristin played. Was he going to have a chance to enjoy such fantasies with Joanne? Those quiet few minutes seemed like hours as Joanne finished her dinner. As she laid her knife and fork down, Joanne spoke again. "How about you wear that underwear, that you had on earlier, in bed tonight?" Patricia could hardly believe it. He starred back in shock. After all this time, she was going to let him dress up for her! "Now, I am not saying that I am going to do anything with you," said Joanne, holding her hand up as if to say 'stop', "I just want you to come through into the bedroom tonight with your underwear on and we will take it from there." What had Kristin said to her? Had she helped Joanne to finally understand? It was in fact, just an innocent preoccupation. Nothing too kinky or perverted. Wasn't it? It did not matter. Patricia was more excited than she had been in years. "Of course, Joanne," They both smiled at each other, without another word spoken by either. Patricia cleared the plates away and carried on tidying up. He was just too nervous. Too excited to concentrate on anything. He tried to be cool and not make such a big deal about it all. Joanne was watching a documentary on television and he sat down to watch it with her. It was only five minutes before he got up again. Not really knowing what to do until Joanne was ready for bed, he decided to write an e-mail to Sally- Anne, telling her of the new developments! Perhaps she knew something about what Kristin had said. Just as he finished sending it, he heard Joanne coming upstairs. She called out to him. "I'm going in the bathroom now. After I've finished, give me a couple of minutes and then come into the bedroom." "Okay, Joanne," he called back. It was time. This moment that he had waited for was about to happen. His hands were shaking. Normally, he had no problems in pulling those nylons up his legs but today was different. Fastening the clips from the suspender belt, he looked in the mirror, checking that everything was okay. He adjusted the straps on his bra. They were already okay but his nervousness had taken over. The silky material of his panties had already served to give him enough excitement. How long had he been waiting for this moment? In all this time, he had never searched for another. Although he craved the touch of a woman, his love for Joanne had kept him faithful. He had forgotten what it was like to be so excited for his wife. But this time it was different. Oh, it was so different! He heard the bathroom door open. Joanne walked through into their bedroom. A few minutes. How long should he wait? He looked at his watch. Perhaps 3 or 4 minutes. That's 'a few'. He stood almost still, looking at his watch. The seconds ticked by. What was she doing? What would she be wearing? To his knowledge, she had very little sexy underwear. The questions raced through his mind as his imagination ran wild. It was time to go. With his heart beating rapidly, he walked across the landing, pushed open the bedroom door and walked through. Joanne was lying on the bed, wearing nothing except a pair of black stockings. She looked beautiful. "I want you to kneel on the floor at the end of the bed," she said, pointing. Patricia was trying hard not to come straight away. He loved his wife so much. He could not believe this was happening. Her voice seemed almost demanding. It was getting him excited already. "Now, Patricia. I might as well call you that, as that is the name that you have chosen. Things are going to change a bit round here. I have put up with your kinky behaviour and sexual impotence for years, because I loved you. But now, I have decided that I should consider my own happiness more in our relationship. Of course, you are my husband. But you know and I know that this is only your title. You are anything but manly. You read and write to these sissy websites and sit there, in front of the computer in your girlie underwear. Well, that seems fine for you. But if that is the case, it is time for me to enjoy myself as well. From tonight onwards, I have decided that I want to have sex again. But obviously that cannot be with you." Patricia's face dropped. The excitement was still there but his heart now felt very heavy indeed. "When you started all this 'dressing up' business, I realised that, as much as we love each other, there was no real way for me to enjoy our bedroom activities. But I have been cheating myself. There are much better things out there and I intend to discover them all. Tonight, I am starting with this." Joanne reached under the pillow and pulled out a dildo. Patricia looked at the plastic cock as Joanne held it up. It was not huge but it was definitely bigger than his penis. Joanne looked at the dildo with delight. "I am sure this is going to feel fantastic," she said. Joanne spread her legs apart so that Patricia could see her pussy. It was already wet from the thoughts running round in her mind. She began to rub the head of the dildo against her damp slot. "Oh, Patricia. You can watch me if you want. I will even allow you to rub yourself but you must not come. Do you understand?" Patricia nodded in agreement. The excitement was clear on his face. He was going to watch his wife play with herself while he knelt before her. It was part of his fantasy. He had dreamed about this before and now it was coming true. Joanne took her time, trying to ease it in. "Mmmm... this is nice. I can feel it stretching me already. It's been so long since I have enjoyed something like this. Oooooo." Slowly, she pushed it in until the tip was inside her pussy lips. "Oh, yes! Oh, Patricia, this is so much nicer than your little sissy cock. Oh, so good!" Patricia should have been mortified by her comments but he was too far gone. His hand was pumping himself hard inside his panties. The satin material rubbed back and forth over the head of his cock. Joanne eased the dildo further inside herself. "Oh yes... yes... YES," It took a few minutes to get it all in as she was obviously being cautious. As she pushed it all the way to the hilt, her head flew back with pleasure. "Oh, God... I'm going to come already..." Her hand grabbed the bottom of the dildo. She drew it out and pushed it back in hard, thrusting her hips against it, trying to get it as far in as possible. Again and again. Faster and faster. Her thighs clamped round her hands, trying to draw it deeper inside. Still, Patricia looked on. He could see the dildo becoming wetter and wetter from his wife's juices. His hand was squeezing his cock hard. He was trying not to come as she had told him. His free hand reached up to his bra. Feverishly, he squeezed at his nipples through the satin material. It was heaven. It would not last long. Joanne lifted her head to look down at her husband. "Oh, Patricia... this is soooo good... I'm going to come... Oh... yessss... I'm coming now... now..." She virtually stopped breathing. Her mouth made a huge 'O' shape and then her eyes closed. For a brief moment, Patricia thought that she had hurt herself until she screamed. "Yeeeeesssssss !!!!!!!!!!!!!" She collasped back on the bed, trying to get her breath back. "Oh God! That was wonderful! Oh, that was fantastic... I can touch places inside me that I never dreamed of before," Patricia was on the edge. He would come in his panties any minute. "That was so much better than anything that you have ever done for me," cried Joanne. The words cut into Patricia's heart. Yet, it was true. He was less than well endowed physically, and anything but manly in temperament. Now, however, all he wanted to do was come. "Yes, Joanne. I know I am not good enough for you," said Patricia, meekly, still rubbing himself. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?" Joanne sat up on the bed to look down at him. "Do you like seeing me play with myself?" she said, with a little surprise. "Yes, Joanne," said Patricia, almost shamefully, "it does excite me. You are so beautiful. So feminine. I feel unworthy even to touch you." She smiled, still surprised, watching him rub himself faster. He was almost there. "Yes," she said, "You are a sissy with a small cock, aren't you ?" "Yes, I am a sissy," "And you like me to make fun of you, don't you? You little sissy." "Yes, Joanne." "Tell me what you are wearing for me," Patricia was about to come. "I'm wearing a bra and panties for you," "Yes. That's right. Clothes appropriate only for women... and sissies. Well, I am not interested in sissies. This bedroom should only be occupied by a real man. Go to the spare room. Stand in the corner and jerk off into your panties. I don't want to see my sissy husband make himself come. Not in my bedroom." Patricia ran from the bedroom and did exactly what he was told. He couldn't help it. His mind froze the picture of his wife looking down at him from the bed. He ran to the spare room and only just made it. It was all too much. His hot juices sprayed violently into his pink panties, filling them up, dripping cum down his legs. What a moment, he thought. He loved his wife so much for doing this for him. It was wonderful. He stood still, as his mind reeled from the experience. Slowly, he returned to reality as his juices ran further down his legs. He took a tissue and cleaned himself up. After regaining his composure a little, he walked back into the bedroom. The bedroom lamp was still on but Joanne had turned over. "Joanne, are you asleep?" She turned around, her eyes half closed. "Switch the light out and go to sleep. We can talk tomorrow night. I have to get to work early tomorrow." She turned back over. Patricia took his clothes off and got into bed. For now, it was best to let her go to sleep and bring the subject up in the morning. But, what a wonderful experience that was! Patricia went to sleep, dreaming of what he would wear next time she allowed this new and wonderful way expressing of their dissimilar sexual desires. By the time he woke up in the morning, Joanne was already at work at the hospital. He looked down at the floor to see his cum-stained panties. He smiled inside. Was Joanne finally coming round to the idea? What had Kristin said to her? Patricia spent the rest of the day in a daze. He could not really concentrate on his work or anything. There was nothing that he could do but wait until Joanne came home. He tidied the house and made sure that everything was clean, dusting and polishing things, wanting to make a good impression. There was a thought in his mind that he should dress up again for her, for when she came home. But, he decided that it was not a good idea to push things along so quickly. Let her make that decision, he thought. About 2pm, she returned home. Patricia greeted her as usual. "Come and sit with me in the lounge for a moment," she said. They walked through. "Look, there is something that I have to say. Let's sit down first," said Joanne. Patricia began to wonder. Perhaps everything was not all right. Perhaps she was upset about last night. Joanne sat on the sofa next to him but with a little di Morrisce between them. "In the beginning, I really did not know what all this cross dressing was about. I just thought that every now and then, you would jerk off upstairs, wearing your pretty panties, and that would be that. However, after my long talks with Kristin, I now feel that I know a lot more." Patricia sat motionless. He listened intently, waiting to hear what his wife had found out. "She sent me the addresses of some websites, some stories, clothing sites and lots of other things. From all of this, and from what she has said about her husband being a sissy, I now understand why you are the way you are. I can also see how I can enjoy myself and achieve proper and vigorous sexual fulfilment again. And I believe that you can too." This was perfect! Patricia's dream was really about to come true. "You see, Kristin, in her wisdom, took the time to explain a number of things to me yesterday. Indeed, all her insight was entirely confirmed by what I found online, last night and today. It has finally clicked! I don't know why I hadn't realized it sooner. You see, you are not really perverted, Patricia. You are not really a substandard male. In a sense, you are not a male at all, but a sissy. You were most likely born a sissy." Joanne put her hand to his face, gentling caressing his cheek. "It is like there are three genders, female, male, and sissy. Females and males enjoy sexual intercourse in its various forms as a natural means of self expression. It is healthy and normal for them. Sissies, on the other hand are not suitable for normal sex. As a third gender, they are naturally submissive to the authority of both females and males. Accordingly, they are strongly attracted by symbols of the female class, feeling complete, only when they are in service to the superior female gender, either by donning our clothes, serving us as sissy maids, or otherwise acknowledging our authority. They feel instinctively inferior to females, and are incapable of assuming the assertive male role. Their natural function is to respect and honour the female in obedience and service. You, Patricia, were a born sissy. You need a female to guide and direct you so that you can flourish as the very best sissy you are able to be." The excitement was almost leaving Patricia breathless. His heart was pounding hard and fast. "Patricia, which is how I will always address you from now on, you want to be my sissy, don't you?" He could hardly contain himself. It was what he wanted, but he dipped his head in embarrassment to answer. "Yes, Joanne. That is what I would like." "Do you know what that will mean? You will iron, wash, cook, clean and shop for me. Will you do, without hesitation, anything I demand of you?" It was quiet in the room, but the silence was almost deafening in Patricia's head. "Yes, I understand," he said, meekly, "I will do whatever you say." "Are you sure that this is what you want?" "Yes, Joanne," He finally looked up. She smiled sweetly back at him. "Now, if I understand this correctly, you would like a nice sissy maid's uniform." Patricia could hardly hide his delight. A happy smile came over his face. "I'll take that as a yes," said Joanne, raising a bigger smile, "I have seen them on the internet yesterday. I am not sure what I will think when I first see you dressed like that but it is your wish and since you are a sissy, it is appropriate. Now, as it is your nature to only become aroused when I am dominant, this will now mean that we can have a sex life again." This just gets better and better, thought Patricia, hardly able to hold his excitement. "However, I have to be honest and say that, as a woman, I need a dominant man in bed with me. You have always known that. You, as a sissy, are submissive and inadequate for normal sex. My desires are naturally different from yours. But after reading these stories, I have found a suitable situation for both of us. In keeping with your fantasies and my needs, I will take a lover." Patricia's breathing almost stopped. His face dropped and his heart felt heavy. Of course, this was his fantasy but it was deep inside. He had spurted his juices many times over such thoughts but there is always a difference between dream and reality. He loved his wife dearly. To see her with someone else??? "Most of these sites explained how natural it is for a sissy to become aroused by seeing his wife with another man. Is that true for you, Patricia? Now, don't be ashamed to admit the truth. Remember, it is quite normal for a sissy." Patricia looked down. Inside, he was in turmoil. Indeed, he had thought about this before but could he go through with it. Would it really happen? Would Joanne really do this to him? If he said yes now, could he ever go back? And was it true? Was this the natural course of events for a normal woman married to a sissy? "I'll take that as a yes as well," Patricia remained silent. He couldn't bring himself to say yes or no. Joanne carried on. "I'll tell you about my first prospect. His name is Gordon. I think you have seen him once. He's a bit of a womaniser but my friend Pauline slept with him once after a party and she said he has lovely big cock." Patricia looked back down. He could not find any words to say. "The girls always say that he tries to get off with them. I think that I will ask him out for a drink tomorrow after work. If he accepts, I don't think that it will take too much to get him back here for a nightcap, afterwards! This is what you want, isn't it?" The question tore his feelings deep inside. Joanne reached over to him. Her hand undid the zip on his jeans. He watched as her fingers slipped inside, touching him through his panties. "You're already hard just thinking about it, aren't you?" It was true. His sissy desire was betraying him. "Joanne, I can't help it!" "I know," she said, reassuringly, "I thought that this might be the case. Just remember, it is the natural turn of events. Nothing more and nothing less. I understand that now. You should understand it too, my darling," Her hand gripped his cock through his underwear. Holding him tightly, she began to pump him. Her other arm pulled him closer to her. His head rested on her chest. "I know, Patricia. We have loved each other dearly for many years. We always will do. But, I know how much this means to you. You will love it, won't you? And you will learn to accept it. I, as a woman, need and deserve a real man to share my bed with. It has been far too long in coming." Patricia began to moan as she stroked him harder. "Yes, I knew it," said Joanne, "If only you had explained this to me before. That you are a sissy. That is all you will ever be. You're going to be so happy. This way, you will be my devoted sissy maid. A position which you have always wanted. A fantasy that you have always dreamed about. And, for me, I will get to sleep with a real man. A dominant man who can satisfy my craving. A man with a large cock. Not a sissy little thing like you have here. Isn't that right?" Patricia winced under the verbal truth. Yes, it was true. He did not have the size to satisfy her. He did not have the aggressive temperament to arouse her. She was his wife and he had to accept that she needed a man. Deep in his mind, he wanted her to take that man. He wanted to see that man dominate her. "Yes, Joanne. I want you to be happy," "Good, Patricia. And I can't be happy with your little cock, can I?" He wanted to stop her, but his desire ruled him now. He could feel his juices building up. "No, Joanne. You need a real man, not a sissy," "Yes, that's right. A real man who can fill me up. And a real man who will make me feel like a woman! Ooooh... I can't wait!" He could stand it no longer. He gushed into his panties. The next evening, Patricia sat once again on the chair by the computer in the spare room. This time, he had a very different feeling inside. The computer was off. The lights were switched off. He just sat there waiting for his wife. Earlier, he had watched her get ready to go out that evening. She had looked stunning. Dressed in short black dress, she had taken his breath away. He had helped her do the zip up. He had helped her with her hair, and did all the things that she asked of him. He had helped her get ready to meet another man. About two hours ago, he watched from the spare room window as the car pulled out of the drive. Doing as he was told, he had bathed, shaved his legs and dressed in his underwear. Ten minutes ago, she telephoned to say that she and Gordon were on their way back. Now, he just had to wait. He was wearing his favourite lavender set. A floral bra with matching garter belt and lace panties. With matching stockings, it normally made him feel fantastic but this evening, he was very nervous. He had considered stopping it all. What if Gordon told other people at the hospital? What if they ran into each other a few days later? Joanne had told him not to worry but he could not help it. Regardless of how much he worried, sitting there in his underwear, his cock was very hard indeed. The sensations called out for him to start stroking himself but he had promised that he would not come until she said that he could. Suddenly, there was the sound of the key in the door. Two people came in. Joanne was definitely one of them and the other was definitely a man. He could not hear what they were saying but he heard them go into the kitchen. Only a few moments later, he could hear them laughing and giggling. Footsteps from the hall and then coming up the stairs. He made sure that the lights in the spare room were all off. Slowly, he crept to the door and peered round. He could see the back of his wife. She was leading a tall man, presumably Gordon, by his hand to the main bedroom. And then they were gone. Although they were out of sight, Joanne had left the door open. He was sure that this was on purpose so that he could hear them. "Are you sure that your husband is not coming back yet?" said Gordon. "Yes, I'm sure. Please, Gordon. I need you to fuck me. Please," begged Joanne. "Well then, you little cheating slut, you better get those clothes off," Patricia stayed silent, listening to the sound of belts unbuckling and clothes being removed. "So, do you like the size of this?" asked Gordon. "Oh, my God! My husband's is definitely not that big!" "And it isn't even full size yet. Now, you've got to make it bigger. On your knees, whore! Mmmm... That's it... you suck it hard, you slut," "MMmmm... yes... yes, let me suck it for you... MMmmm... oh, this is fantastic! I love sucking your magnificent cock!" Patricia's hand moved down to his panties. He could not see them but he imagined his wife, kneeling in front of this well-hung man. Oh, it was shameful but he was so excited. As he continued to listen to his wife moan and suck, he wrestled with the feelings inside him. He loved her dearly. They had always been so close. Of course, he realized that on some level deep within himself, he wanted this situation to happen. He had fantasised about this so many times. His dreams were always full of such images, where his wife would shame and humiliate him, where he would be forced to confess his sissy nature in front of her. His deepest, most craven desires had longed for this moment, yet he felt hurt inside. He was losing something. In the room across the hall, his wife was not only having sex with someone else. She WANTED sex with someone else. Was he losing his wife to another man? Or merely the control of his wife, as she now preferred another man? Yet, once again, his desire betrayed him. He looked down, watching his hand pumping himself in his very own frilly knickers, and once again, he abandoned himself to his own cravings. For almost 20 minutes, he held himself on the verge of an orgasm, listening quietly as his wife was being rammed hard by one of her colleagues. He listened as she begged her lover for his cock. He had heard her screaming as she asked to be pushed harder and harder still. Her moans and screams had never been so loud. He could hear Gordon grunting as he pumped his load inside Joanne. He listened as she struggled to speak, gasping, squealing, thanking Gordon over and over again, planting kisses all over him. Patricia had to just sit there and listen. He could not rub himself anymore. Just one single touch and he knew he would spurt all his juices out. Suddenly, it was quiet. Then there was shuffling. Then footsteps. Gordon was leaving. The sound of his belt being done up. Patricia looked through the crack in the door once more. He could hear kissing and whispering. Gordon left the bedroom and went down stairs. Pausing briefly in the hall, he left and closed the front door. Patricia peered out of the window and watched his wife's lover drive away into the night. "Is my Patricia there?" The voice shocked him into action. Even though everything was in place, Patricia checked his bra and suspenders in the mirror. Once he was sure that everything was perfect, he left the spare room and walked to the main bedroom. Opening the door slowly, he could see Joanne lying on the bed. She lay there with her eyes closed, looking exhausted. Satiated. There was a pillow beneath her hips. Her stockings had been ripped and her bra pulled down so that her breasts hung over the top. He could see a few bite marks on them. She slowly opened her eyes, and looked down the bed at him. "Oh, it was incredible. Gordon has such a nice cock and it is sooo big. Christ, I'm completely worn out. It felt like he was pumping me for hours. Oh, you probably heard that, didn't you? My pussy is raw, but God, it feels great." She closed her eyes again and seemed now lost in reminiscence of her recent rapture. Patricia looked down as Joanne parted her legs for him to see. Her pussy lips were indeed red and he could see Gordon's juices on the outside. Joanne noticed him staring. "Come on then, you little sissy. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? It's what you've dreamt of and what I've needed for oh so long. I'll move the pillow and you can start lapping it up." He needed no further encouragement. Joanne took the pillow away and moved up so that she was almost sitting against the head of the bed. Patricia lay down on the bed and quickly moved his face between her legs. The smell was overpowering. He had thought about this before, but it was now real. It was strong, but intensely erotic. Her juices, her sweat, mixed with Gordon's. He wasted no time and began to drink it all down as it poured from his wife's cunt. The taste was not dissimilar to his own. But in the excitement of the moment it was incredible. He could feel his own little cock straining against his lavender panties. He began rubbing himself against the bed as he continued to lick away. "Hmmm... that feels quite nice actually," said Joanne. She watched as her slurping husband licked her lover's cum all up. Looking down on him now, she realized that he had found his rightful position. They both had. When he had finished, he looked up at her face. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she said, smiling at him. Patricia nodded. "You really are not much of a man anymore, are you?" she said, shaking her head, "When I married you, I never thought that you would want anything like this but you really do. You want this. You need this, like the true sissy that you are. Well, I can't say anything against it. Gordon made me feel like a woman again. In fact, I am sure than Morris would like a go with me too, you know. I almost picked him first but there is plenty of time." He almost did not want to speak but he was desperate to come. Joanne noticed that he wanted to say something and began to smile. "Does Patricia want to come then?" He looked down, away from her sadistic smile. Embarrassed, yet desperate. "Yes, Joanne. Please may I come?" "Roll over and lie on your back," Patricia did as he was told. Joanne moved round and sat next to him. Her hand moved to the bulge in his panties. She held the end of his cock between her thumb and forefinger. Slowly and carefully, she began to rub it. Patricia would not last long. "I need to know that this is exactly what you want. Kristin is booking a hotel for us all. We are going to have a lovely weekend. Kristin and I will play with each other to our hearts content. You and Sally-Anne? Well, I am not going to tell you what we have planned for you two sissies yet. Sally-Anne has no idea yet what 'she' will have to do. Kristin thinks that it will be a real test for 'her'. For me, I want to make sure that this is the life that you really want." Patricia was excited and scared at the same time. He was almost shaking. Unable to think clearly. "If you do well during our weekend together, I will tell you how things are going to be in future. I am sure that you will love all the new things that we could do. You know what? I could invite Pauline over to see you. You know how domineering she is with that pussy of a husband she has. You've mentioned it so often. I would love to see her face when you open the door for her, dressed as a pretty maid." The thought terrified Patricia. He had almost feared Pauline since the first time that they had met. She gave the impression that she could be a very cruel woman. Indeed, she was fond of insulting her husband often in public. A former football player and pilot, he never dared contradict her in any way. "Yes, Pauline could really train you well, little sissy. I am sure." He could hold back no longer. He sprayed his juices all over his stomach. "I take it that you have no objections ?" said Joanne, with a smile. To be continued...