Spying On My Sissy Slut Husband Part Two
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Part one
I am married to a very sweet guy. We are both twenty-two years old and have been married for two years. Our sex life is great; he is very horny and affectionate. I never have to ask for sex as he is always willing and able.
He is a Social worker and I am a nurse. We met while he was in the hospital where I work. He was working on a child abuse case. He isn’t a hunk by any means, in fact, quite the opposite; he is very feminine. Maybe him being this way attracted me to him as I had been in two lesbian relationships before him.
In his past, he told me that he had been in a few gay relationships. That was our chemistry and attracted us to each other. We chatted about being with the same sex within our marriage and it was agreed that we would be open if one of us wanted to do it, but permission had to be granted. Anyways I’ll now get to the story of how I discovered my husband was a sissy slut.
My husband works regular day shift hours and I sometimes work different shifts. There was some recent break-ins and around our neighborhood, including our apartment building and it was scaring me. Without my husband knowing I got some cams installed throughout our apartment. They were hidden in our bedroom, our living room, our kitchen and spare bedroom. There was two in each room so it covered all angles and they were hidden well as to not be seen. I didn’t want to burden him with this, that’s why he didn’t know, plus the fact his job is very demanding mentally and I didn’t want to upset him.
It made me feel safe in case somebody broke in. I would watch them all the time on an app on my computer. Nothing ever happened and I was glad of that. I did see my husband’s habits though. He would come home, cook dinner, relax in our living room, and talk on the phone or be on his laptop sitting at his desk.
Then this one day he came home with a rather large Victoria Secret bag, a large bag from a woman’s dress shop and a pair of shoes in a pink box. At first, I thought it was a gift for me, but I was soon to find out it wasn’t for me at all. As he took the items out of the Victoria Secret bag and placed them on our bed, there were bras, panties, garter belts, nylons and assorted nighties. Then from the dress bag, he brought out four dresses, all quite sexy. Then he pulled out the black four-inch pumps, tried them on and walked across the room. I watched intently and realized that all the items were for himself.
When he took off the shoes, he stripped down and went into the bathroom, but not before grabbing an overnight case from the closet. I remember the bag as being in our closet with a lock on it. I don’t even recall asking him what it was. After twenty minutes, I could hear the water stop in the shower. Then ten minutes later my husband appeared naked with a wig and makeup on.
I realized then that he was a crossdresser. I was okay with that I thought, maybe he was too shy to tell me and embarrassed by it. He looked quite beautiful for a man I thought as I watched him walk to the bed.
He grabbed what I now know is a gaff from the suitcase and pulled it on. As he did, he tucked his semi-hard cock back between his legs. He adjusted himself and I looked between his legs to see that it looked like he had a pussy. It made me think about my lesbian experiences and it was making me very horny.
I opened my scrubs and put my hand inside my panties and started rubbing myself. I was shocked at how this was making me feel but honestly, I couldn’t help myself. My femme husband was making me hot. I kept watching as I fingered my pussy.
He took breast forms from within the suitcase and laid them on the bed. I noticed there were other clothing, shoes and wigs within the suitcase. He looked over the new lingerie he had bought and picked out a beautiful black lace with bright pink trim, bra, panties, garter belt and matching stockings. His taste in what he was going to dress in is nicer lingerie than I have I thought.
He put the panties on first and when they were on, his crotch area looked like puffy, delicious pussy lips. My hand within my panties was now furiously rubbing my own pussy lips and clit. My moaning was gaining in tempo and volume. At that moment I would have loved to have a pussy to eat.
He next put on the bra and inserted the b cup breast forms. I knew they were B cup as that is my size. Then it hit me. At the beginning of our marriage, I noticed my bra and panties not in the place I put them away. I thought at times it was just me, or maybe my husband was in there looking for something. I realized then that he may have been wearing my lingerie.
When he pulled on the garter belt and attached the stockings, it was perfectly done, like a skilful woman getting ready for a sexy date. He had no trouble putting them on like I do most times. It was like second nature to him the way he dressed, it was like he was actually a woman. He looked absolutely beautiful dressed in his new lingerie. I honestly wish he had a pussy as I would be on the bed with him so quickly eating him out.
Then my body started to tremble and an orgasm took over my body. It shot through my whole body and I convulsed and trembled wildly. I had not experienced an orgasm like that since my last lesbian affairs. I still watched my husband dressing on the video and continued the assault on my pussy with my fingers sticking two inside me.
He next picked up a deep pink mini dress and put it on. Me being a female, I know a little about color sense, but though what my husband was wearing, a pink dress and black hose, should have clashed, it was truly a beautiful match. He put on a pair of black strappy heels from the suitcase and then what sat on the bed was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.
I wondered then if when my husband had gay relationships in the past, if he dressed this way for his men. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on bringing myself to another orgasm fantasizing about my husband between my legs eating out my pussy.
Again the tempo built, then my body was starting into a second orgasm. I furiously fucked four fingers now in and out of my very wet pussy as I rubbed my clit with my other hand. After this second orgasm subsided, both my hands were very wet. I took both hands out of my scrubs and licked my tasty cum from my fingers as I watched my husband put the final touches of his transformation.
I have never wanted my husband more in our relationship and marriage the way I wanted him at that moment. I wanted to be his lesbian lover and I wanted him to be mine. I wanted us to be girlfriend’s and go out like women do. I wanted to sleep with him and imagined the cuddles at night, in which I’m naked and he is wearing a silky nightie. Oh, how bad I wanted my sissy husband.
I had to stop watching as after two orgasms I didn’t feel I could take another. I looked at the screenshot time and this video was shot only yesterday evening after I had gone to work. I deleted the saved files and set the cams back to record.
I showered and went to bed to sleep for tonight’s shift. I would confront my husband very gently about what I knew about his private femme sessions today when he got home from work. Hopefully, after confrontation, there was some way we can share them together and still maintain our loving marraige. As I drifted off to sleep, the thoughts running through my mind, were watching my husband having sex with another man because I know he missed his gay past.
When I woke up early, I cooked my husband a very romantic dinner. Wine, candlelight and I lowered the lights in our dining room. I looked at the clock to see it was nearing five-thirty and he should be home within a half-hour. I went into our bedroom and looked through the drawers for the key to his suitcase. It took me quite some time, but I found it tucked into a pair of his socks in the back of the drawer.
I took out what he had on in the video that I had seen. The black lace with pink trim outfit was very delicate and beautiful. When it was on, it was a perfect fit. I put a long black silk robe and tied it at the waist. It covered my husband's lingerie because I didn’t want him to see it until just the right moment. I didn’t want to hurt him in any way and I hope he wouldn’t be mad the way I was going to confront him with this. I just wanted to share in this part of his life.
I was in our bedroom putting on makeup when I heard him come into our apartment.
“Be right out, babe,” I hollered from the bedroom.
When I was done with my makeup, I ran to the living room to greet my husband. I ran to him and took him into my arms and started kissing him deeply. We kissed for a few moments and I realized that I’m wearing his lingerie, kissing him so deep and passionate and my pussy was creaming at the thoughts of the confrontation that was to come.
I poured us both a drink and we sat on the couch together.
“I need to make a toast to you,” I said to him.
“Wow, what brought all this out on you?" he said as he brought up his drink to toast.
“Well, babe, it has been two years now, and I just want to say I love you and how much I don’t understand much about you, but want to learn and take part in your fantasizes and how thinking about you makes me very horny,” I said as I clinked my drink against his.
We took a drink from our glasses and after we set them down, we kissed. As we did, he tried to put his hand under my robe, but I wouldn’t let him.
“Not yet, babe. Can we talk a bit first?" I asked.
“Sure we can, honey,” he said as he passed me my drink and took his.
I very nervously drank my whole drink in one swallow.
“This must be bad,” he said as I did it as I don’t drink that way unless I’m upset or nervous.
He could sense there was something wrong with us and I’m betting he thought it was bad. A lot of bad things happened in his life and I always tried to make him happy in anyway I could. I told him not to say a word as I spoke to him, I would ask no questions of him, or want any explanations until after I was finished talking.
I also said that if what I am saying offends him or hurts him in any way not to express his feelings to me until after I finished. I also said that I loved him with all my heart and did not want to lose his love, his friendship, or my passion for him.
He knew I was very serious and gestured zipping his lips. It was time for me to spill it all out and I wondered if I could do this gently and keep our marriage safe and together.
I started out rehashing what both of us were like before we got together in marriage. How I had been in lesbian affairs and him in gay affairs. I told him any time he wanted, I would explain in detail my past. I also told him, I would like to know more about his gay experiences in the past if he was willing to tell me. I explained that whatever happened in our pasts still existed in both of us, both experiences and feelings and that to better understand us as a couple, we should share them.
I explained that I still had lesbian desires but have never acted them out in our marriage behind his back because I loved him too much to be an adulterer. I explained that I hoped he was the same as me and never had an affair with either male or female. I told him I would understand if he continued to have gay feelings and I would allow him to act upon them as I may act upon mine.
He looked at me the whole time and I could see such sadness in his eyes. I knew there was hurt in him at this point and I wondered if he had acted upon his feelings. Then I thought of how much he loved me and how much I trusted him and I knew he had not strayed with another.
After I was finished talking, I told him to think about what I just said. I told him I would accept him any way he was. I poured us both another drink and settled down beside him. We sipped at our drinks and looked into each other's eyes. It’s as if our eyes were showing our hidden feelings. Then he spoke.
“Honey, I love you with all my heart and soul. I would never want to hurt you in any way or lose your love. In my heart, there is only you. I love no other. I have never strayed from our marriage with either sex. My sex I give to you and only you.”
I cut him off and reassured him that I would understand if he had a secret life and that I would love and accept to be part of it.
Then he spilled the beans about his past gay experiences. He told me he was the wife in his gay relationships and that he loved to dress for his men. He explained that he would suck his men off and let them fuck him in the ass. He also explained that never did the men have to give him pleasure in any way and that they never had to do anything to him. That his cock was never in play except that he rubbed it himself to cum.
He continued by saying his men never had to touch him or give him pleasure. The only pleasure was received was by them and that he loved pleasuring men and he got his pleasure from it. I could see tears in his eyes as all this was explained to me. I thought at that moment that I was going to lose my husband to his past.
“Babe, it's okay. I still love you and will never leave you,” I said as I touched his face and kissed him.
He responded by hugging me so tight and returned my kiss.
We looked into each other's eyes for a few minutes. I could see in his eyes that the burdens of his past were now lifted and saw relief in them now. I was hoping in my eyes he seen my honesty in acceptance of him.
“How did you ever find out and knew I had a secret like this?” he asked.
“Babe, I want to know everything about you and I want to share whatever desires you have,” I said.
“What about your desires?” he asked.
“Oh, babe, I have many that I want to share with you too. I want you to be part of them as I am a part of yours,” I answered.
"Like what,?" he asked.
“Well first off, I would like to see you with a man,” I answered.
“How would you like to see me with a man?” he asked.
I explained to him about my concerns about the robberies in our neighborhood lately and how I put cameras around our apartment that are hidden to view. I made sure to apologize for what I had seen on the videos and also apologized for not telling him as I didn’t want to burden him.
He smiled and spoke, “I am so sorry you had to find out this way and I forgive you for putting the cams in. I know your feelings and how your protective of me and I love you for that.”
Then he wrapped his arms around me and we kissed deeply for some time. When we were both out of breath from such passionate kisses, I said I had something to show him.
“Please don’t be mad, I love you with all my heart and I want to share this with you,” I said as I unfastened the robe and let it fall to the floor.
When he saw me standing there in his lingerie, I could see the hunger for me in his eyes.
“God, you look hot in my lingerie,” he said as we both laughed.
“Do you want this babe?” I asked as I did a little sexy dance for him.
“Holy shit, yes,” he answered as he grabbed for me.
I pulled away. “Not yet, I want you dressed as a woman too,” I said.
“I’d love to dress for you, honey,” he said excitedly as he stood up, hugged me tight and ran into our bedroom.
Ten minutes later my husband appeared in our living room dressed in red hot lingerie. He had on a red garter belt, bra, panties and stockings with a short sheer nighty. As I looked over his body, I noticed he had on the gaff and I could see the fake camel toe. It brought to my mind delicious thoughts of eating shaved pussy.
“Babe, come get between my legs and eat me out,” I said as I opened my legs and pulled my panties aside to bare my shaved, wet pussy.
He was between my legs and down on me in no time. I grabbed his head and ground his face into my wet pussy. He licked and sucked my pussy lips like an experienced lesbian. He would lick up one side of my pussy lips and down the other, rotating his actions. Every once in awhile, he would dart his tongue inside my pussy in a fucking manner.
When he moved up and start licking at my clit, my orgasm started to build. He was driving me wild. I wrapped my legs around his head and squeezed it tight against myself. Then instead of licking at my clit, he was sucking it.
That was it, my body tensed, my mind exploded and an orgasm ripped through every part of my body. My whole body suddenly shook and my toes curled as my new lesbian lover now put his lips over my entire pussy and sucked hard to get my juices. The orgasm ripping through my body made me feel like I was going to pass out. I was so weak and had to push his face away before I passed out.
When I looked down at my new blond lesbian lover, I smiled wide in delight. I brought his face to mine and licked off my juices from his face, as we kissed deeply. He came up beside me and we hugged and told each other we loved them.
We didn’t talk about anything as we went to bed. Before we drifted off to sleep, I reached down and could feel the wetness between his legs. I didn’t even have to touch him and he had an orgasm of his own.
“How about we get you a lover, babe?” I said.
“Honey,” he answered, “I thought you’d never ask.”
To be continued…
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