Into a Land of Bliss
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Three Years On
by Sally Mander
I write this to chronical my life over the last three years. In
retrospect, it's been the best three years of my life. This first chapter
sets the scene, so, if you're looking for the juicy bits...skip this part.
It is relevant however, to understand what got me to where I am.
I've been married to the love of my life for 15 years now. She's an
attractive woman with a great personality. We love each other dearly and
talk openly about any subject. Nothing is held back. We made that
promise from day one. She is 13 years my junior. I am now 48 years old.
Do the math. I suppose no story would be complete without a description
of the characters.
Carol (my wife) isn't a tall woman. She stands about 5'-4". She's
blonde. But not a natural blonde. She's really a brunette. Brown eyes.
With no intent to fuel a fantasy, she's got a very large bust and a small
frame. She and I both keep ourselves fit. I don't go to the gym anymore,
for reasons you'll see. I do however use our exercise equipment in the
rec room. I am a retired teacher, she is co-owner and operator of what
you might call a "health food store." She's been there since before we
married. It took awhile, but the business has finally done well. She
operates it with a friend from her college days, Robert.
2014
Carol and I attended a New Years Eve party to welcome in 2014. We were by
no means drunk, but we did have one social toast with friends as the clock
chimed midnight. Since we were not drinkers, the toast gave us a
comfortable feeling as we drove home. We chatted about many things on
that drive. During the conversation, Carol asked me, "What would you like
to try to liven things up in our sex life." This wasn't a surprise, as I
said, we talked openly about everything. After 15 years of marriage,
everyone in that situation needs a little inspiration every now and then.
I told her that I had been (out of curiosity) to a few websites that dealt
with feminization. I thought it sounded sexy to be led into a taboo
lifestyle. The though of submitting to a strong woman was intriguing.
Since it would just be a secret between us behind closed doors...why not.
She just grinned. Naturally, my next question to her was the same one she
asked me. Her response was, "I love it when you go down on me. You don't
do it enough. I would love to have you do it at least once a day." I
love everything about Carol. Going down on her was something I loved to
do anyway, but I usually saved it for those times when I thought it would
send her through the roof. So, this was a win-win situation. What a
great way to start the year.
I started to comply with her desires the very next day. Every evening,
after her shower, when she came to bed, I would please her orally. I
began, heck, we both began to really look forward to it. Then it moved
from before bed to pretty much anytime and anywhere she asked for it. I
do mean anywhere. We did it in restrooms, in ally ways, in remote corners
of parking lots. You name it. She began to wear only dresses and skirts
whenever we were out in order to facilitate her desires easier. At home,
she rarely wore anything below the waist other than thigh high stockings
and when I was "performing" she would wear her "come fuck me heels". She
said it framed my actions so well when she looked down to see my head
buried in her pussy.
She wasn't the only one getting what she asked for. At first it was
panties. One week after New Years, she got up from the bed after I had
done my oral service, and opened the dresser. She grabbed all of my
jockeys and threw them in the trash. Since she did the laundry (that was
to change), any strays were to be eliminated. I was now to wear only the
panties she picked out and purchased for me. She had done some shopping.
Since she produced several new pair she had hidden in the top of the
closet. Thus began my "feminization." I was thrilled and I loved the
feeling of the smooth satin and lace on my body. Unless I wore really
tight trouser...nobody could tell.
As the year wore on things got more in depth. She didn't like the
picture of a hairy guy in pretty panties. So, off came the body hair.
She said I needed a reminder that I was under her "feminization" program.
So, it was toenails painted at all times. Then came the bras. I didn't
really have anything to put in them. She started me on a regimen of herbs
she got from her store: Pueraria Mirifica, Bovine Ovary, Saw Palmetto,
Chasteberry, and Fenugreek. She made sure I took what she prescribed
morning and evening. She had me apply an over the counter Estradiol cream
every morning. I didn't notice any point to it all for about three
months. Then I started having pain and swelling behind my nipples. After
a few more months, I was really starting to overflow the A cup bras she
had me wear around the house. When I graduated to a B cup, she decided
that I needed support all the time. So underneath my outerwear, I was a
man discreetly wearing panties and bras. She loved wearing her stockings
around the house...so it was that I was to wear stockings also. Every
time she would make a change in my appearance, she would do it lovingly
and with such tenderness that the whole process was such a pleasure.
By the end of 2014, I felt almost out of my element if I was not pleasing
her orally or wearing lingerie. It had become natural. To this point,
none of our friends or family where aware of our behavior. Hey, it was
none of their business.
2015
We were invited to a Christmas party that December. The invitation said
we were to wear a Christmas costume. Carol decided she was to be Santa,
and I was to Mrs Claus. No big deal right? Well, as it turned out...she
was to be a sexy Santa and I was to be an even sexier Mrs. Claus. Even
though this was a costumed "fun" event. It would be the first time I was
ever out in public as a female, even if I was reasonably well disguised.
Why not? Hey, this could be fun. Carol took the responsibility of
collecting our costumes.
We made ready for the party. Carol wanted to help me into my costume
first. Of course it started with panties. White bikinis. Since my
manhood didn't look proper in them, she had me tuck my my junk as much as
possible and secured it in place with flesh colored surgical tape. It
made the appearance of no "bulge" at all. Then the white garter belt and
lace top stockings. Except for the tucking, I was quite acclimated to the
lingerie by now. Then came the skirt. Of course it was red velvet with
white fur around the hem. It just covered my stocking tops. My budding
breasts were to be covered with a long line red strapless push up bra.
Around my waist went a wide faux leather black belt with a huge buckle.
It went from just below the waist of my skirt to just under the cups of my
bra. It further accentuated what was an abnormally fleshy chest for a
male. To a casual observer, it would appear that my bust was caused by
these costume features. It was thrilling to know that Carol and I knew
better and those were really my tits. She sat me at her vanity and
commenced my make-up. Carefully explaining how to use each item and what
the was the purpose of each one was. After make up came the wig...a black
"page boy" style. Clip on Christmas ornament earrings finished my
costume. She made the comment as she fastened them to my ears that in the
future, I won't need clip ons. When she turned me to the mirror, I was
stunned. I was HOT! Hey, I could feel that surgical tape being put to
the test. Finally she applied bright red faux fingernails to my fingers.
Even Hotter! I was instructed to stand in the corner so as not to mess up
my costume while she prepared.
She produced a skin tight red leotard. As she wiggled into it, I wondered
if it wasn't proper to wear underwear with it. After it was on her...you
could clearly see the lips of her pussy and her long rock hard nipples.
From under the bed she produced a pair of black patent leather thigh high
boots. The heels had to be 5 inches high. The boots matched the wide
belt she placed around her waist wich was similar to the one I wore. She
tucked a small white cloth sack into the belt and it just covered her
visible pussy lips. Over the top she wore an open red velvet fur trimmed
vest. The vest covered her nipples but didn't stop the obvious jiggle
when she walked. She did her beautiful long blonde hair into a severe bun
that she hid under her Santa hat. After her make-up, she placed a white
curly beard and mustache arrangement on her face. I thought I looked hot,
she was even hotter. Out to the car and off to the party we went. The
sound of our heels clicking on the driveway as we went to the car.
We were the hit of the party. At first, none of our friends knew who we
were. Carol took great pleasure in introducing me to Robert, her business
partner. When he realized who I was he chuckled and then produced a
smirk. He said, "Well, it doesn't look like Mrs Claus will mind me
talking business with Santa for awhile." He put his arm around Carol and
led her away. Most of the men and quite a few women chatted with me. I
was the belle of the ball. It was approaching 11:00 and I figured it was
time to start making our escape. I finally found Carol sitting next to
Robert in a quite corner of the hallway. She wished Robert a Merry
Christmas and arm in arm we bid our good bye's and made for the door, two
sexy babes headed home. "Hold on a minute!" we heard Robert yell. "It's a
Christmas tradition." I felt an arm on my shoulder and he spun me around.
Our lips met briefly as he gave me a quick kiss. I was mortified.
Sensing my panic, he pointed up to the door frame and there hung the
mistletoe. Okay, I get it. Then he wrapped his arms around Carol and
kissed her long and deep. She did nothing to make it a brief encounter
and wrapped her arms around him. The situation was getting uncomfortable,
so I cleared my throat. They broke their embrace and Robert patted both
of us on the shoulder and loudly wished us a Christmas.
Our heels clicking along we made it to the car. Carol was out of breath.
She turned to face me and reached down to grab the little gift sack she
had tucked into her belt. She pulled it free and tossed it into the
bushes. I couldn't help but notice the crotch of her leotard was soaked.
She reached down and grabbed the this material with both hands and tore it
up to her naval. "Now!" she said. She hopped up to sit on the hood of
the car and spread her legs wide. I buried my face into her drenched
pussy and only had to tongue her clit for a few seconds before she let go
with a thundering orgasm. I'm surprised the party goers didn't her her.
My face was absolutely dripping from her juices. We both shakily got in
the car and headed for home.
Our conversation on that drive went something like this. "You looked so
feminine tonight dear. I think we are going to make public outings the
norm. We are going to work on making you as feminine as we can in both
the way you look but also your mannerisms and your sexuality. You
couldn't help but notice how hot Robert made me and the way you looked, so
pretty, so submissive as you ate the pussy Robert made so wet, it was
almost more than I could bare. How do you feel about tonight's activity?"
I responded, "Although I feel a bit jealous. The way I was dressed, I
didn't feel like I had any grounds to cause a scene. Since he did kiss me
first, I think he wanted me to be a part of it, and as you said, you
really enjoyed it. It's all about making you happy. If getting the hots
for a guy once in awhile is what it takes, I'm okay with it." Carol
grinned and slid over and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek. "Be
careful," I said, "We're not home yet and you could ruin my makeup." We
both laughed.
2016
So we entered a new phase in our life. Carol's transformation program
went into high gear. As promised she took me to the mall to get my ears
pierced. Not once but twice. My male clothing continued to disappear.
Except for official functions where I was expected to be male, I pretty
much lived and worked around the house as a female. I was keeping up the
housework, including the laundry, fixing meals, occasionally running
errands. My hair had grown long and Carol fashioned it in a style that
parted down the middle and included bangs. She showed me how to trim my
eyebrows. My makeup use was perfected. I was definitely looking and
acting like June Cleaver. Since Robert had seen me as Mrs. Claus. When
he would drop by for a visit, seeing me that way was no shock to him or I.
He would always give Carol a big kiss (I do believe there was some tongue
involved) when he came over. I would get a complimentary kiss also. I
began to enjoy his visits, not just for the company, but those kisses
also.
Not long after the New Year, every morning Carol would insert a small
jeweled butt plug into what she now called my pussy. At first it was
uncomfortable, but after awhile it slid in easily and I was capable of
wearing it most of the day. Over the weeks the size and length of the
plug grew longer and wider. When accommodating that size was no longer an
issue, a bigger one was used. In about April I was accommodating plugs
that were about the size of her wrist at their widest point. Just the
weight of them pulling at my pussy all day was making my little cock leak
like crazy. I was using panty liners regularly. I had to change them
twice a day. They were soaked. When Robert would hug me and give me a
little kiss at the door, he would pat my butt. I know he was feeling for
the plug. Carol must have been discussing this with him.
My breasts had grown to a C cup. There was no possibility of hiding them.
Once when visiting my sister and her husband, my sisters husband commented
that I sure was getting "chesty". Even though I was dressed as a male and
had my titties bound down with a tight compression undershirt, he still
noticed. I explained that I was taking a medication that sometimes gave
men breasts. From then on, I never tried to hide them and wore a bra
whenever I visited. My sister made an unannounced visit to our home once
when Robert was over. She new my secret, and kept mum about it.
Carol's sexual appetite was raging. I was between her legs several times
a day. It was really bad after Roger's visits. One evening as we sat
watching TV...her in her bra and stockings, me in my lingerie, she told me
that she was having a hard time keeping her hands off of Robert. At work
she tried to remain professional. Away from work, it was a struggle. It
was really bothering her. With the herbals Carol was giving me, I wasn't
that great in the sack anymore except for my tongue. I felt sorry for
her. I asked Carol to have sex with Robert. This was to be with my full
consent. If it did not satisfy her longings or if she harbored any guilt
then we would forget it. If she enjoyed it, we could arrange for Robert
to step in from time to time. I think that was the most powerful
conversation we ever had. I had just given my wife's pussy to another
man. She picked up the phone right then and called Robert. She told him
that she wanted a date for Friday night and that she had my permission to
make it an overnighter.
Friday afternoon I helped Carol with the details. I made reservations at
a great local restaurant and had a room reserved for them at the Sheraton.
I knew they would need it. Carol had a sexy short kelly green shift dress
picked out. I suggested black seemed stockings, high heels, and a black
lace shelf bra that would just about shove her big breasts into his face.
I didn't think she would be needing panties. The dress color was dark
enough that any pussy leakage would not be that visible.
She was concerned that Robert would feel nervous about this date. So, she
picked out my ensemble. White lace top stockings, garter belt, and white
high heels. My hair was done in pigtails and my face light makeup. My
now almost useless clit (that's what we call it now) was encased in a
locked stainless steel chastity tube to which she held the keys.
Apparently she had secretly purchased this to commemorate the event. A
short denim mini skirt and sheer white blouse covered everything. The
blouse did nothing to hide my erect nipples and pronounced braless jiggle
as I walked. At last the time arrived and Robert knocked on the door. I
opened the door for this handsome man that would be ravishing my wife.
Robert took one look at me and wrapped his arms around me. This time, I
got a deep kiss and a little tongue. From the feelings that raced through
me, I knew I had made the right decision. I called to Carol and she made
her appearance. She was beautiful and blushing as much as the day we were
married. Robert took his arms from me and wrapped them around Carol. If
I thought our kiss was passionate, I couldn't have been more wrong.
Theirs was nothing short of upright groping. Carol broke off the embrace.
She asked Robert if he was cool with what was about to be the start of a
relationship beyond business. He replied, "If it's okay with your sissy,
it's okay with me." Carol told me to lift my skirt and show Robert proof
that it was okay. I slowly lifted the skirt and my little clit firmly
encased in stainless steel came into view. Robert was pleasingly
surprised. Carol asked me, "You agree to don't you sissy?" "Please give
my wife as much pleasure as you can Robert," I replied. With that
statement Carol handed the keys to my chastity device to Robert. "Robert
will keep these until such time as we decide you can use that again," she
declared. With that she gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered in my
ear, "Thank You, I will always love you my darling." Off they went, arm
in arm.
Several times during the evening Carol would text me letting me know
things were going well and she was having a great time. She sent me a
selfie of them sitting side by side in the car ...her hand on his fly, his
hand between her spread legs. "Off to the hotel," the caption said.
My evening wasn't boring either. Carol had left a list of instructions.
When I was done with the housework, I could watch the DVD's she had left
by the entertainment center. Also, there was a velvet bag that contained
a dildo. It was very large. It was easily as large as my biggest plug in
circumference but at least 10 inches long. There was a pair of lifelike
testicles on the end. The movies were about cuckoldry and sissies. I was
to use the dildo as I watched them. She instructed me that I was first to
practice oral sex with the dildo just like the sissies in the movies did,
and to eventually fuck my pussy with it until I could feel the latex balls
touching my butt. I was to keep her and Robert on my mind at all times.
It was an intense evening to say the least. Had I been wearing my
panties, I would have soaked 5 liners that evening alone. I was
particularly excited about the sissies eating the pussy of their wife
after the men were done fucking them. I was hoping Carol would have me do
this. I fell asleep around 11:00 PM with the dildo buried in me and me
sitting in a pool of my slime.
TO BE CONTINUED
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