Femming the Cuck Chapter 1
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Tuesday morning came, and I quickly learned how just about every day would begin from then on. I went to pee as I had my entire life only to Nancy stop me and reminded me that lady's sit. She then informed me that from now on she would go first. After she had finished, we went to the basement for what would become a daily ritual.
Following her instructions, and under her watchful eye, I jacked off into my hand and ate it. Then I got the shower going, brushed my teeth, cleaned my body to include running a razor over what little hair grows around my nipples and on my arms. As she continued to watch, I adjusted the flow of water so it went through the hose and then put the flexible nozzle up my butt and douched. As the stream of water squirted out, I thought of how this was going to be every day from now on. Once again she ordered me to jack off and after a weak orgasm, I turned off the water and got out of the shower.
“Here,” she said as she handed me a tampon after I had dried off. “Squat and insert.”
I did as she said, threw the tampon applicator away, put on my robe, and we went back upstairs to get dressed.
I had often worn panties so putting them on now was nothing new except with my wife watching, I got this wonderful feeling of belonging. I didn't realize it yet, but that side of me that I had kept hidden was emerging and my wife was controlling it. I got an even stronger feeling of this 'side' as I put on my thigh highs.
As I stood admiring my legs in her full-length mirror, Nancy said that she'd get me more when she and Harriet went shopping.
“I have a hunch I might go through a lot of them,” I said, as I continued to admire my legs.
“If that happens you'll have to stop wearing them to work. I'm also going to have to get you some size forty A cup bras,” she said.
“Some of us gals just don't have a lot,” I joked.
“Maybe we can work on that at some point,” she flatly said.
I didn't respond as I got into my regular male clothing but after I had dressed, I again looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if a bra would be noticeable through my shirt.
“While it is still not acceptable for men to go around with bright colored nails, they can still be painted,” she said as she had me sit on the bed while she coated mine with clear polish.
“That's a sneaky way of doing things,” I said as I admired her work.
“I want my girlfriend to be happy,” she quipped, as she kissed me on the forehead.
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After we had finished our breakfast we talked a little more about the changes in our lives and she wrapped it all up with a surprise.
“So before you go, how about dessert?” she quipped.
“Dessert?”
Without another word, Nancy cleared away the dishes, then hiked her gown up around her waist, hopped up on the table, laid back, and spread her legs.
“Isn't today 'Taco Tuesday'?”
I smiled and went down on her.
She hadn't done anything like this since the birth of our oldest, and I wasn't about to pass on dessert as I quickly went to work sucking on her oversize clit. She purred with delight as my oral efforts.
“Just think how many men are going to suck on that knot,” she remarked, as she lightly stroked her inner thighs.
“Mm-huh,” I answered, not taking my lips off of that knot.
“I'll be fucking like there's no tomorrow, with my cucked husband watching.”
“Mm-huh.”
“There's going to be times when I'll be enjoying two or three dicks at once.”
“Mm-huh.”
“And the only hard-on you're going to have will be the ones up your ass and down your throat.”
“Mm-huh.”
Our eyes locked on each other and we began to laugh. The talk was erotic, and it was the truth. She was going to have a great sex life and at times I was going to be a whore. We could see the happiness in each other eyes.
“My loving husband,” she began after a brief pause. “Care to finish what you began?”
“My beautiful wife, I'd love nothing more than to bring you to ecstasy.”
She smiled down at me, laid her head back and gave a slight thrust of her pubic mound.
Again I put a lip-lock on her love button and quickly brought her to satisfaction. After a moment she got off the table, adjusted her gown, took my hand in hers and walked with me to the door.
“When you see Greg today, give him our phone number, and my cell,” Nancy instructed.
“O-okay,” I replied, caught off guard.
“Problem?”
“A-, no, ma'am.”
“I know how Harriet loves to watch his tight little butt bounce,” she joked.
“Yes, she sure does,” I added, as I watched her run her right index finger down my chest.
“I figure three bras, size forty A. What do you think?” She asked.
“I think that is just what I need. Or rather what Harriet needs.”
“Harriet wears a B cup, you wear an A,” she corrected me. “Probably should get her couple too.”
“That's right,' I said with a smile.
“Also remember, no more urinals,” she added.
“Never again,” I said. “I sit from now on.”
“Good. I'll see you tonight,” she said after we'd kissed.
“As one of three, depending on what I find at the table in the garage,” I said.
“You learn quickly,” she said as I walked away.
“That's because I have a great wife,' I called back.
“Don't forget to give Greg my numbers,” she said as I started to get into my car.
“Okay,” I replied as I was sure everyone in the neighborhood heard her and knew what she was talking about.
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I got home that night and after jacking off I dressed as Harriet. Nancy was very happy to see me. After she applied my make up and put my wig on me, we went out for dinner. It was nothing fancy, we went to Steak 'n Shake. I was a little uncomfortable when we got there but I kept my composure and was mindful of using my soft voice. After we had finished our meal, we went down the road to the mall for some shopping.
We bought A cups for me, they all three had some spongy like padding and three B cups for Harriet. Hers had a bit more lace that I would wear on my tiny cupped bras. Nancy could see my discomfort in our shopping and took great pleasure in my discomfort. From bras, it was to the underwear. Having bought my own over the years, I was familiar with size and preference, but she had to add some rather lacy ones for me. She then threw a curve by picking out a few sexy pair for herself, making the remark, “You know how “men like this stuff.”
We then made our way over to the cosmetics where she picked up a little bit more makeup and some nail polish. When we began to sample perfumes, my heart raced with the excitement of knowing that she had become fully committed to, and supportive of, my crossdressing. In return for this feeling of completeness, all I had to do was enjoy her having sex.
From the perfumes we got two pairs of shoes, a wallet and purse. One she'd paid for everything we went out to the car where she took my wallet and keys out of her purse and had me it then and my other items into my new wallet and purse. With everything in place we went back in for some more shopping, but without much buying. I'm not a shopper and Nancy knows this but I also knew that she was watching my actions. Just how much I was being Harriet, and how much I was still Harry. On our way home, she told me she was very pleased with Harriet.
“I forgot to ask you, did you give Greg my numbers?” She asked me right after we'd walked into the house.
“No.”
“Why not?” She demanded.
“You didn't ask me too,” I replied, struggling to keep a grin off my face.
“Yes I did!” She almost shouted.
“No, you asked Harry to give Greg your numbers, not me,” I jokingly countered in my soft feminine voice. “But he knows how much I love seeing Greg's tight little butt go to town on you so he did give him your numbers.”
Nancy looked at me stunned for a second and then began to laugh. I laughed too.
“You had me going for a second,” she chuckled.
“You have to remember, you wanted Harriet tonight, not Harry.” I reminded her.
“You're right and I'm very pleased with her performance tonight.”
“Thank you.”
“But we're gonna have to work on how you handle your purse,” she went on.
“What was wrong with it?”
“You carried it like it was a bag of tools.”
“Sorry.”
Over the next half hour, Nancy had me practising carrying my purse. I quickly learned that there was more to it than just grabbing and going. That there seemed to almost be a ritual in opening and retrieving an item, and of course being mindful of the security of the purse at all times. My biggest problem was the way I would put it down. but once she was satisfied with my actions she had me sit down, and we went through the bags.
“Those should do nicely,” Nancy said as I held up one of my new bras.
“So do I,” I replied, as I showed genuine excitement in having them. “Wonder What Harry is going to think of his?”
“We'll find out in the morning, but they'll lay flat to remind him of his place,” Nancy said with an air of authority.
“I just think they are so darling,” I went on in my Harriet voice. Then I brought them down on my lap, leaned toward her and added, “I love them!”
“I'm glad you do.”
“I do! Oh, I so do,” I said as I put my hand on her arm. “Thank you so very much.”
“Okay, now the shoes,” she told me. “You shouldn't have any problem walking in flats,” she remarked.
“I slipped into each pair and walked for her.
“How do they feel?”
“Good.”
“Just good?”
“Very good.
She looked at me in silence.
“They're just do darling,” I said, as I lifted my foot and admired the right one. “So pretty, and I can't wait to go out wearing them,” I replied.
“Tomorrow night you'll get your chance,” she said.
“Tomorrow night?”
“Yes, we're going over to my sister's for dinner.”
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