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SISSY SISTER SURPRISES by Throne
Penny and Mina were in the pink bedroom, sitting on the bed, waiting for
their wives to return. The sissy husbands had been left there to occupy
themselves while their brides were out on a double date with a couple of
hunky guys. Penny was wearing a lavender baby doll nightie and Mina's
was pale peach. They had their full heads of hair styled into pixie cuts
and were fussing with each other's make-up.
"I don't know what Janice and Tracy are doing right now," Penny said with
a note of concern.
"Don't be such a worry wart," Mina told her. "They're with the same guys
they've been seeing for the past two months. Right?"
"That's true. I mean I understand that they want real men for... you
know... sex."
"Well, yeah. After all, what do a couple of sissies like us have to
offer them?" Penny looked pointedly at the other feminized husband's
hairless crotch and his below average genitals, half-visible through the
filmy material of his panties. "I mean, we were never able to keep them
happy that way."
"I know. I know. But I was always so devoted to... doing it the other
way."
"Using your mouth. Naturally. That's what we do. But still, they need
some penetration now and then."
The two of them sighed at the same time. It wasn't always easy being
sissy husbands. At least they had each other to talk to, which was a
great comfort. Nights like this one would be awfully long if you were
alone.
That was when they heard the front door opening, followed by voices.
First female and then, to their surprise, deep male ones.
"OMG," Mina gasped. "They've brought their dates home with them."
Penny clasped her hands together and said, "They never did that before."
From the front of the house Janice called, "Girls, get out here."
"Yeah," added Tracy. "We want you to meet our friends."
The sissy sisters got off the bed slowly and slid their feet into fuzzy
slippers. They gave each other a reassuring look and started toward the
summoning voices. When they got there their wives were standing with two
tall guys. The women had on tight dresses that showed off their cleavage
and legs. The guys were dressed casually, in slacks and sport shirts.
When the unmanly husbands appeared, the guys gave them hard looks.
"So, what do you think? Tony? Bill?"
"You weren't kidding," said Tony. "They are total wussies."
"Wow," Bill marveled. "They could just about pass for girls."
Though the husbands took that last remark as a compliment, they were
still uneasy being seen that way. It was the first time any men had seen
them as their female selves.
Janice nodded and said, "Well, we found out that they liked to dress up
that way..."
Tracy completed the thought with, "... so we made them get a lot deeper
into it than they ever had on their own."
Tony wanted to know, "And you still have sex with them? Like that?"
Janice laughed. "No. But they both get to lick our pussies whenever we
so much as snap our fingers." She looked at the anxious husbands and
said, "Isn't that true, girls?"
Penny and Mina nodded. They weren't sure how to react to all this.
Tracy said, "But it's been a while since we pushed them past their old
limits. Now it's time to take them to the next level. And the first
step was to have you guys here to see what complete wimps they are. And
the next step..."
With a smile Janice announced, "The next step is to have them put on a
little show for all of us. Why don't we move to the den and I'll have
the girls fetch a bottle of chilled wine and four glasses." To the
husbands she said, "Can you do that, sweeties?"
The sissies whispered that they could and then scampered out of the room.
When they got back to the den, one carrying the bottle and the other with
glasses and corkscrew on a tray, the two couples were getting comfortable
on the couch and sofa. As the husbands watched, their wives
uninhibitedly kissed the men, who in turn were very free with their
hands. When they came up for air the sissies offered them everything.
The guys opened the wine and poured, while the sissies stood by looking
helpless. Then the wives had their spouses turn off all the lights
except one that illuminated the center of the room. The pair of pansies
had to move to the center of the plush carpet, face-to-face.
"I know you two are kind of shy about touching each other," Janice said.
"Though you might be playing grab-ass games while we're not around."
The pair on display shook their heads vigorously. They stepped apart.
"No, no," Tracy told them. "Get nice and close together, ladies. You're
going to find out what it's like when sissy meets sissy... up close and
personal. Let's start by holding hands."
The two nightie-wearing husbands reached out and laced their fingers
together. They looked shyly away.
Janice told them, "Now slide your hands up those smooth hairless arms.
Nice and slowly."
They did it until they were each touching the other's shoulders and their
bodies were nearly making contact. One of the studs snickered at the way
they were nervously shifting their feet in those fuzzy slippers. The
other one muttered something about how, from the back, with their pert
smooth bottoms, you could honestly mistake them for girls.
"Now," Tracy intoned seriously, "the moment of truth approaches." She
let them stand there awkwardly for a few extra moments before continuing
with, "Let's see you hug each other. Real close. And let those hands
slide down until you feel something something soft and round that's
covered by panties."
At the same moment Penny and Mina felt themselves reacting physically.
That wasn't supposed to happen. Penny rationalized that it was from
being allowed to ejaculate so infrequently. Mina blamed the way Tracy
titillated her all the time. But no matter what excuses they made to
themselves, there was no denying that their unimpressive penises were
growing stiff. They clung together, not wanting anyone to see that
humiliating reaction. When they put their hands on each others' bottoms
it got worse. Penny moaned. Mina whimpered.
"Whatever is the matter, girls?" Janice wanted to know. "Is something...
bothering you? Hmmm?"
"Tell us," Tracy insisted. "Unless you want us to get up, come over
there, and check it ourselves."
"It's just..." Penny began and then faltered. "I mean, I don't know why
it's happening but..."
"We can't help it," Mina said with audible shame. "It's just... sort
of... uncontrollable."
Pretending she still didn't understand, even though she knew perfectly
well what the situation was, Tracy said, "You're going to have to tell
us. You know, so we can help you."
The male dates were watching intently, getting off on the sissies
vulnerability. Tony and Bill were definitely alpha types and had a
natural tendency to dominate weaker specimens, or to react positively to
seeing someone else control beta types. Except that the two they were
being entertained by were a lot lower down the scale than beta level.
They were at the far end, which might be called omega. Yeah, they were
omega males.
Forcing himself to speak, Penny confessed, "It's just that we sort of
got... aroused."
Taking a deep breath, Mina admitted, "We've both got... hard-ons."
Tony guffawed and ordered, "Show us. This I've got to see."
Blushing a pretty shade of pink, the humiliated husbands separated and
faced the taunting watchers. Each of the sissies had a small but
noticeable bump in the crotch of his panties. The wives made them come
closer, pointing out that it was difficult to see such small things.
Everybody had a good laugh as the husbands got very near and were made to
lower their panties in front and let their small members pop free. After
a mortifying minute, while their wives made a show of kissing their
dates, the sissies were permitted to tuck themselves back into their
panties and return to their starting point, except that they immediately
had to resume hugging, with the added disgrace of having to rub their
pelvises together. They were close to tears but, at the same time, began
panting with excitement. Both of them were surprised at the intensity of
their unexpected reaction.
"Well," said Janice. "Since you're making each other so happy with what
you're doing, why don't you share a thank you? How could you say thank
you? Maybe by... kissing?"
The husbands looked nervously at each other but simultaneously felt a
surge of wanting. Even though everyone was watching them, they couldn't
help themselves. They wrapped their slender arms around each other and,
for the first time ever, locked lips. The kiss went on and on while
their hands wandered up and down. When they finally broke it off and
pulled away, both of them wore confused expressions, as if to ask 'Did we
really just do that?' But then, without prompting, they drew together
for a second, less rushed kiss. The onlookers clapped and cheered. The
sissies didn't appear to care. When they separated this time they were
both breathing hard. Penny put his hands flat on Mina's chest. Mina ran
her fingers up and down Penny's sides.
"Okay," said Janice. "If that's the way you two sex maniacs feel about
it, you should go all the way. In fact, I insist. Let's see you get
into a nice comfortable 69 position and each get a dick in your mouth.
Come on. Let's go."
The sissy husbands were taken aback. Despite their spontaneous desire to
share those kisses, they didn't want to go further. Not right now. Or
at least not in front of an audience. But Tony and Bill were glaring at
them with the implication that they had better act if they didn't want to
suffer reprisals. Penny got down on the carpet on his back, holding his
arms up to Mina, who put himself on top facing in the opposite direction.
He adjusted his position until he had his face directly above Penny's
crotch and visa versa.
Tracy told them, "There's no hurry, girls. Why don't you keep your
panties on for now and just kiss each other where it counts, through the
fabric."
Both sissies puckered their lips and placed noisy kisses on the
designated places. Those panties were so thin that it felt almost as if
they were kissing on the bare. There were moans of pleasure and mewls of
shame but they didn't stop. The watchers sat back and sipped their wine,
taking in the performance. After about five minutes of that foreplay,
Janice said that they should edge down until they could mouth each
other's nipples, now through the material of their baby doll nighties.
After a few minutes of that she had them push the lingerie up so that
they could press their lips to those pink buds and use their tongues more
effectively. The two on the floor became lost in an ecstasy of shared
arousal. They squirmed around, licking and nibbling, until they were in
a delirium of stimulation.
Timing it perfectly, Janice said, "All right, girls. Back to Position
One but get those panties out of the way."
Too caught up in what they were doing to be concerned who saw, they got
busy. The instant the interfering underwear was halfway down their
thighs, they fastened their mouths hungrily on the waiting stiff members,
sucking greedily. If they had ever wondered what they would do if given
this opportunity, the question was answered. If they had imagined that
they would never go this far, that belief was overturned. Penny lapped
Mina's little balls. Mina tongue-flicked the head of Penny's dick. They
didn't even mind that what they had to play with was smaller than the
norm. After all, for them that was part of why they became sissies.
Amazed at how the action had taken off, the viewing couples could just
sit there and watch. The husbands even moved around enough to give
everyone a better view. They used their mouths vigorously and were soon
nearing a double happy ending. The wives wanted to stay in control, the
way they usually did, but it was all happening too quickly. Before they
could think what to say, the sissy husbands went over the top at the same
time. They embraced each other and kept sucking, eager to give their
partner the maximum amount of pleasure. The others could hear them
swallowing. Their climaxes peaked and then subsided. They clung
together, rubbing each other's bottoms affectionately. When they did
roll apart, each propped himself up on one elbow. Their eyes met with a
mixture of coy modesty and newfound pride.
Penny turned to his wife and said, "Hope you like our little show. Feel
free to ask for another one anytime."
"Yes," Mina agreed. "But right now, could we go back to the bedroom?
We'd like some... private time... to discuss what happened here. Just
the two of us. Okay?"
Taken by surprise, the wives could only agree. The sissies got up with
dignity and faced each other. They hesitated while silent consent passed
between them and then kissed deeply, not caring that the insides of their
mouths were coated with spunk. They joined hands and strolled out of the
room, hips swishing. Tony and Bill laughed good-naturedly.
Janice looked at Tracy and said, "I did NOT think that was going to play
out the way it did."
"Me neither," Tracy said. "But hey, we encouraged them to get in touch
with their sissy sides. Even kind of pushed them. I guess we did a
better job than we thought, for them to give us such a surprise."
*********
Candy and Cookie were finishing their chores when their wives returned
from shopping. The two sissy husbands were wearing just full aprons and
heels, their faces lightly made up and their collar-length hair teased up
and sprayed to make it nice and full. They went to the door and stood
off to one side so no one who might be passing could catch a glimpse of
them as their wives entered. The two curvy females came inside, laden
down with shopping bags. Their spouses stood side-by-side and curtsied
prettily, lips puckered and heads cocked slightly to the side, just as
they had been taught. The wives eyed them critically but could find no
flaws in their look or behavior. They had the feminized men take their
purchases to the recreation room to be sorted through and admired later.
Candy and Cookie hoped there was something for them in there.
"So," Belinda wanted to know. "Did you finish all your jobs? Is that
bathroom spotless? And the dishes dried and put away?"
"And," Muriel asked, "did you hand wash our panties nice and early, and
hang them on the line right away so they'd have time to dry?"
"Everything's done," Candy assured them.
"Your panties are already in your lingerie drawer, Belinda." Cookie said
confidently. "And yours are in that mesh bag for you to take them home,
Muriel."
"Well," said Belinda. "I'm still going to check and make sure you two
sissies didn't leave anything half done."
"Or forget to put your cleaning supplies away," Muriel added firmly.
The husbands minced along behind them as they made their rounds. Belinda
used her fingertip to make sure they hadn't skimped on their dusting.
Muriel looked under the bathroom sink to make sure the sponges were
squeezed out and the cleanser was put back in its place with the label
facing outward. Then they examined the rest of the house, trying to find
even one thing that had been neglected or left incomplete, but everything
was perfect. They went to the recreation room with their husbands still
trailing them. When they got there, the two women sat down on the couch
with the apron-wearing men waiting obediently off to one side.
"Well," Belinda said, "it looks like you two avoided getting any
discipline." There was a hint of disappointment in her tone.
"But if we find anything later," Muriel warned, "you'll still get your
fannies tanned for..." She stopped and her eyes lit up with inspiration.
"You know," she said thoughtfully, "I think I'd like a glass of orange
juice."
When Candy offered to get it, the woman told her with a sly smile that
she would go and pour it herself. Belinda figured out why and grinned
wickedly. They all went to the kitchen, where Muriel made a show of
opening the refrigerator. She peered inside, glanced at Belinda, and
nodded triumphantly. The other women checked and nodded back at her.
"Well, well, well," Belinda said theatrically. "Did someone go into the
fridge to get a snack?"
"And did they leave things out of place in there?" Muriel questioned.
Their husbands brought their hands up to their lipstick-decorated mouths,
while their plucked eyebrows expressed worry. They each put an arm
around the other's shoulders and hugged. There were halting words of
apology and promises to never do it again, but the wives showed no signs
of forgiving them. Instead, they announced that it was time to go to the
bedroom so two certain somebodies could get their sitters stung. The
cowering sissy husbands sniffled and made that walk of shame, knowing
what was about to come.
When they got there, Belinda arranged them into a clever pose. She had
them stand a few feet apart and put their hands on each other's
shoulders. Then she had them shuffle backwards a bit, so that they had
to bend forward, which forced them to shove their bottoms out. Of
course, with just their aprons on, there was no protection back there.
Two bare butts were presented for the punishment they had earned. The
sissies whimpered as they saw Muriel go to the umbrella stand where the
discipline instruments were kept. She took a bamboo cane and slashed it
through the air. Then it was a long sorority paddle, which she slapped
against her palm to produce a satisfyingly loud smacking sound. And then
came to riding crop that she swatted against the mattress, putting lots
of effort behind the blow to show how hard she MIGHT swing it against
those tempting targets.
Belinda joined her and they passed the tools of pain back and forth,
evaluating them, along with several others. Finally Muriel settled on a
long narrow rubber beater, flat and bright red. Belinda looked at some
smaller choices that hung from the rim of the stand and got a firm grip
on a round paddle, ping pong size. Each woman took up a place behind her
husband. They were in no hurry. Let the poor wimps suffer the pangs of
mental torment before the physical sensations began.
"R... really..." Candy whispered. "We'll be so, so, so careful from now
on."
His wife loved it when he sounded like a weak girl. She said with calm
cruelty, "I'm sure you will because I'm going to turn your backside
bright red."
"B... but..." Cookie peeped, sounding on the verge of tears. "We could
fix it now and it'd be like it never happened." She gave a hopeful smile
that was marred by her trembling lower lip.
"No," his spouse informed him. "That's not how it works. First we
wallop your smooth pink rumps until you holler, and maybe cry real tears,
and then you go back and fix what shouldn't need to be fixed in the first
place. And while we're correcting you, keep reminding yourselves that
this is your fault. You are to blame for making us have to do this."
There was no more talk. The wives allowed themselves a few practice
swings through empty air and then began in earnest. They took turns so
that while one sissy was yelping, the other was watching him and waiting
for his own next stroke. In no hurry, the women delivered a full two
dozen spanks on each of those soft proffered behinds. The husbands
hollered and then sniffled and finally, while the final swings were being
made, shed a few heavy tears. Their faces were bright pink and their
rear ends were an angry red. They shifted their feet restlessly, the
high heels making every movement slightly exaggerated. They each had to
look at the other's quivering features and see how his deep breaths made
his head rise and fall just a bit. The wives savored every detail before
telling them to stay where they were and not budge.
Belinda and Muriel returned to the kitchen and this time they really did
get themselves some juice. They joked about how well the scene had gone
and how relieved they were that their husbands had made that single slip-
up.
"I mean, if we hadn't been able to find and excuse to beat their bottoms,
I would have been totally disappointed," Belinda admitted.
"It's true," Muriel averred. "After all that shopping I needed to unwind
and this was the perfect way to do it. But hey, we're smarter than them.
We check so many things that there's ALWAYS going to be at least one
reason to leave them with blazing sitters."
"Yeah. Sometimes they think they're clever but we always win in the end.
Sissies like we've got don't stand a chance."
They went back to the recreation room to find their spouses still holding
that awkward posture. Their legs were probably beginning to protest.
The wives eventually decided to give them a break. They ran their hands
over the punished cheeks, feeling how satisfyingly warm they were. And
the color was so vivid.
"You're lucky," Belinda said. "We're just a couple of softies. You may
go to Candy's room and lie down for a nap. And I hope you've learned
something from all this."
The simpering sissies were apologetic as they said they wouldn't forget
how to do things the right way. They went off to Candy's room, offering
the wives a last look at their well decorated rumps.
"I have one more trick up my sleeve," Belinda revealed. "I hid an
intercom near Candy's bed. It's already turned on and we'll be able to
hear them, but they won't be able to hear us." She chuckled.
"That's brilliant," Muriel congratulated. "I can't wait to listen to
them sobbing and making excuses for getting themselves punished... again.
I get such a kick out of running the show with those two."
A small plastic box with a speaker grill on the front hissed to life with
Candy and Cookie's words, which were growing louder.
Candy said, "That was a close call. I was afraid they weren't going to
come up with a reason to blister our bums."
"Honestly," Cookie responded in her wispy sissy voice. "I'm glad we
thought to the fridge with a few items out of place. We were overdue for
a good session of bottom abuse."
"Really. I was afraid I was going to have to screw up big time to get
some discipline."
They both laughed. The wives gaped at each other in disbelief.
"Did you hear that?" Belinda rolled her eyes. "Those little brats knew
what they were doing all along."
"And now they're in that lovely canopied bed with the big pillows and the
ruffled pillowcases, having fun talking about it." Muriel sighed.
They stared at each other for a few more seconds and then broke out in
wild laughter. When they finally settled down, Belinda gave an
overstated shrug.
She said, "Our sissy husbands. They never cease to surprise me."
********
"This is going to be perfect," Wendy said with an evil smirk. "First of
all, it's a great joke to make a man-cave after I've taken advantage of
my husband's fantasies and transformed him into my sissy slave."
"It is kind of ironic," Lynne confirmed. "And I'm sure my husband, being
in the same fix, will be uncomfortable surrounded by all this dark wood
paneling and having sports shows on that big screen TV. Barbie and Missy
will feel SO out of place."
"But I didn't tell you the best part. There's this new guy at work,
Brad, and he's gay, but he's very manly. And he has a bunch of buddies
who are the same way. Candy-asses like our husbands will be absolute
boner-bait for them."
It took Lynne a second but then she understood. "You mean you're going
to invite those guys over to use this room, so they can watch some sports
event, and our wimp husbands will have to bring them beers and snacks?"
"Exactly. We'll come up with some devastatingly humiliating outfits for
the sissies, maybe schoolgirl uniforms, and those guys will turn into
raging bulls when they see them."
"OMG! There'll be hard cocks everywhere and our two pansies expected to
suck them all. How many guys would there be here?"
"Alpha gay men? Brad says he can guarantee at least five, so with him
that'll be a half dozen. Six cocks ready for action and only two mouths
to accommodate them. I can't wait until after it's over and we make our
husbands tell us all the messy sticky details. They will be so ashamed
and afraid that we'll do it to them again. Whenever we want to
intimidate them we can threaten to make it happen a second time. Anytime
they go into the man cave they'll replay the whole thing in their minds."
"Wow. But you don't think it's possible that our husbands will
actually... want it to happen?"
"Absolutely not. When they actually have to stare down the barrels of a
roomful of long thick tools, they are going to wish they had never put on
their first pair of panties. They'll have to swallow so much sperm that
they won't be hungry for days. This is going to amazing."
"And you're certain that we won't get fooled? That Barbie and Missy will
really be upset and not want it to get repeated?"
"100%. There's no doubt in my mind. After all, there's a limit to how
many cocks a sissy wants shoved into his face, one after another.
Right?"
"Um... right."
(Or is she wrong? What do YOU think? Will they get another one of those
sissy sister surprises?)
*********
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