Being a Dutiful Sissy Husband

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Being a Dutiful Sissy Husband – Part 6

"I still can't believe you like sucking cock. Amazing." My wife, wearing only her robe, walked over to the bar and made herself a gin & tonic. "I am still angry... and disappointed... and I still feel betrayed. But, to be honest, I am also jealous. How many guys have you been with?"

"Do you want the total? Or do you want to continue to hear about my encounters?" I replied.

"Oh, no. I want to be surprised. Do you even know your bodycount?" Ann asked, kind of sarcastically but mostly, to my surprise, excitedly.

"Honestly, no. I am happy to recount my activities as it will help me put this in perspective, as well."

Ann took her drink into the living room area and sat on the couch. She took a long drink of her cocktail, took a breath, and said, "Okay, the last story was you dressing up in drag getting face fucked by this Paul fellow. What's next?"

I went over to the bar and poured a glass of bourbon, drank it down, and joined Ann on the couch. I then disclosed what I remembered next. It had been a very busy nine months. I went from never having any extramarital activity in my 20 years of marriage to becoming a wanton sissy slut. After my last encounter with Paul, we were not able to get together for a period due to our schedules. Part of the problem was my work. I was travelling a lot and was not available. However, since I was out of town, I thought it might give me a chance for some additional playtime.

With the existing clothes I had acquired along with the make-up, I had a nice bundle of goodies to play with. Before my next trip out of town, I purchased some additional items and jewelry on Amazon and had them shipped to an Amazon Locker near my hotel. How convenient! Anyway, I got myself a dress, pantyhose, earrings, and a choker. I also remembered to buy make-up remover and I was ready to go. After a long day of travel and work, I looked forward to getting femme on my first night. My make-up application went much better than my first time, but I still had a long way to go. Eyes are tough. Kudos to the ladies that have mastered liner and eye shadow. In my room, all made-up, I was soooo horny. I really wanted to suck a cock.

I tried my usual Reddit personals but Miami just doesn't have the same type of activity as Chicago. I did not want to try Grindr again, so I decided to give Doublelist a shot. Doublelist is a website that allows you to post personals. I had perused it previously but had never made a post. It was a very frustrating evening as it took forever for my posting to be published. I am not sure what the moderation process is, but I ended up going to bed irritated and horny. The next day, I was happy to see that my post was finally up:

`Married dude with a submissive bi side. In town for the night and able to host. I am clean, DDF and expect same. 6'2" 185 in good shape and want to have some fun.'

Over the course of the day, I received about a half dozen responses and I was quickly able to narrow them down to two. One was a white dude that was not very experienced and the other was from a black dude that was looking for a submissive. Either one would have been okay but my kinky side favored the black dude and we traded messages throughout the day. I wanted to make sure he was clean and needed to confirm the time we could meet. We then traded pics and after we were both okay with each other we talked about timing. I had a dinner party after work and asked if we could meet at 9:30. The rest of the day I had a hard time concentrating as I was only able to think about my pending hook-up. Dinner was a long-winded affair that I thought would never end. Finally, at about 8:45, I was able to make my exit and I headed back to the hotel.

I anxiously awaited my... I don't even know what to call him. We never exchanged names and we were just texting each other on Kik. Just thinking about the anonymity got me turned on. The thought of servicing a complete stranger continues to be extremely arousing for me. At about 9:15, he texted me to confirm my availability and to get my room number. I gave it to him. The next message I got really stopped me in my tracks. He told me to be completely naked on the bed – with the door to the room open. My dick was rock hard at the thought of leaving my door open. I proceeded to get undressed and then I opened the door and slowly let it close without latching. I then laid down and hoped that no one else would decide to walk in. A little after 9:30, the door to my room opened up and in walked this older black dude. When he saw me on the bed, he just smiled and started to undress. He was about 6' tall with very broad shoulders. While he was a little overweight, he still looked very athletic. His head was completely shaved but he had a mustache and goatee, both of which were very gray. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. Once naked, he climbed into bed next to me, grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me to him and started kissing me. He immediately forced his tongue inside my mouth and started swirling it around with mine. I just melted in his arms. After a couple of minutes, he directed me to his chest, and I started to nibble and suck on his nipples. He groaned in appreciation, and I continued to make my way down to his cock. His cock was normal sized, about six inches with okay girth but it was very hard and also very curved. The curvature of his dick made it challenging to get down my throat from between his legs. I continued to suck on him as I thought about changing my orientation so that I could get at his meat from a better angle. He had other ideas.

Before I could move from my spot between his legs, he grabbed my head and shoved it down below his balls, clearly beckoning me to lick his ass. I eagerly complied and he let out a very satisfying moan. He let go of my head and started stroking his own cock as he lifted his legs higher to give me better access to his hole. He urged me to spread his cheeks with my hands and really get my mouth into his hole. I felt so slutty, it was amazing. I continued to tongue his asshole getting it soaking wet with my saliva. In the meantime, he continued to stroke himself all while continuing to encourage my rimming. After only a few moments he started to cum and shot his load all over his stomach and chest. I can't lie, I was disappointed. As much as I enjoyed the submissiveness of licking his asshole, I really wanted that cum in my mouth. He didn't waste any time as he got up and asked if he could use the bathroom. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up and I crawled back up to the top of the bed. He made small talk as he finished cleaning himself up and dressed. Before I knew it, he was gone. I looked at my watch, it was 9:42. Fuck! That was it?? Well, that barely scratched the itch of my submissiveness.

I got back on my laptop and started surfing Doublelist to see if I could find anyone else. Unfortunately, I was not able to make a connection. Miami is a challenging place. Because the traffic is so bad, people really want to stay near their neighborhoods. Being near the airport, there weren't many people looking to make the trip to my room. I ended up just jerking off thinking about the night's activity. While it was abbreviated, thinking about rimming that dude was a real turn-on. This was now the third time I rimmed a guy and I had to admit to myself, I really liked it. You whore, I thought to myself as I came into the palm of my hand and proceeded to lap up my own jizz. I settled down for the night and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning, I drove to the airport from my flight back home. While I was at the airport, I was pleasantly surprised to get an e-mail from my tryst partner. It was a brief message that said, "Last night was awesome, please keep in touch and contact me on your next trip down." That really perked up my day. I spent most of the flight daydreaming about rimming that guy's ass and then I started thinking about rimming other guys' asses. Boy, my depravity seems to know no end. I got back home and went directly to the office. Because I had to make that trip, I had assigned a bunch of work to various folks on my team. They were doing a tremendous job and it looked like the next day (Friday) was going to be pretty open. On Friday morning, I started surfing Doublelist to see if there were any local opportunities available. There were several and I started chatting with some folks. Before long I had three possibilities lined up. As usual, the interactions started eliminating the choices and soon I was down to one option. An older dude in the southwest suburbs was looking to "play" that afternoon. He seemed like an okay dude and before long we agreed to meet at his house at 3:00. I was able to complete my work and sneak out a little early and I headed to his house.

Just after 3, I pulled up to his house and walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Almost immediately, the door opened, and I was greeted by another dude with a goatee and mustache. What's with goatees? This guy, however, was an older white dude, short – about 5' 8", and very skinny. I would guess that he was in his mid-fifties. He was wearing only a t-shirt and a jockstrap. Wow, this will be interesting. He introduced himself as Danny and he showed me inside and asked me if I was ready to play. I smiled and said I was, and he showed me upstairs to his bedroom. Once in his bedroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and jockstrap and stepped up to me and started kissing me. He smirked and said, "Why do we do this?" I simply responded, "because it is fun?" He smiled, kissed me again, this time with an open mouth and our tongues danced together. He started undressing me and I helped him. Once I was undressed, he started caressing my cock and I started caressing his. What a cock! His was about seven inches, cut, with a mammoth mushroom head. It was gorgeous. My mouth watered at the thought of taking that into my mouth. We continued to kiss and stroke each other's cocks. I then dropped down on my knees and took that beautiful dick into my mouth. It tasted wonderful as I bobbed my head up and down on his meat. Soon I was taking him all the way to the base, and he was moaning like mad. He stopped me shortly thereafter and told me he did not want to come so quickly. He then had me get on the bed on my hands and knees. He then proceeded to start eating out my ass. Ummm, it felt wonderful. After a couple of minutes, I felt him stick a finger inside me. And then another. And then another. It felt great. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked. "Yes, please" was all I could say.

Danny flipped me over onto my back and then said, "Hold on a minute." I presumed he was going to get a condom. Instead, he brought out a towel, raised my ass and stuck it under me. "We don't want any messes." He then proceeded to stick his bulbous head against the crack of my ass and started pushing. Am I about to get fucked raw? I shouldn't be doing this, I told myself. What are you thinking? Clearly, I wasn't as I just laid there, yearning for his hard cock to be inside me. He then spit into his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock, lifted my legs and pushed that fuck meat inside of me. I can't tell you how good it felt. It was fantastic. He pushed the whole thing inside me and then stopped to let me get used to it. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into the back of my mouth. I just moaned, wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his midsection. While I came to his house dressed as a normal dude, I never felt more like a sissy than at that moment. He then proceeded to start fucking me. Boy did he fuck me! Up to that point, I thought Danny was just a high energy guy. However, as he really started to pound me, I started thinking that he was on speed. He was going a mile a minute – and I loved it. His cock in my ass felt great. After about five minutes he pulled out and turned me over. I had my legs on the ground and was bent over the bed as he rammed his hard cock back into me. I laid on my stomach, my arms outstretched and just thought about all of the sissy videos I had watched of women getting fucked exactly like this. I was in heaven! I was able to maintain at least some sanity and knew that I couldn't have him cum inside me. I wasn't willing to take that chance. After some time, I stopped him and had him pull out. I then dropped to my knees and experienced another first, ass to mouth. I started sucking and deepthroating his cock tasting my ass and loving the experience. After a couple of minutes, Danny stopped me, again telling me that he did not want to come yet. I then had him get on the bed and crawled between his legs, lifted his legs up and dropped down and started licking his ass. He let out a moan. He started stroking his cock and told me how good my mouth felt on his hole. He then asked me to start squeezing his nipples. "Harder!" he yelled, and I started squeezing and twisting his nips as hard as I could while my mouth was glued to his ass and my tongue danced around his hole. He really started groaning. Remembering what happened in my last encounter, I moved from his ass and got my mouth back around his cock and sucked him for all I was worth. Shortly thereafter, he grunted and filled my mouth with his spunk. It was delicious. God, I love the taste of cum! I continued to suck him to make sure I got any remaining drops from his gorgeous cock. After a couple of minutes, he pushed me away, telling me that his cock was ultra-sensitive. We both started to get dressed. At this point, I was convinced he was on some sort of amphetamine as he could not stop talking. I learned about his ex-wife, his current girlfriend, his girlfriend's son, and even his "other" girlfriend – a former high school classmate that he sees on the side. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, so I just kept my mouth shut and continued to get dressed. Once dressed I started walking toward the door. Danny followed me all the while continuing to prattle about the various women in his life. I thanked him for the good time and left.

After getting fucked raw, I decided that I needed to make sure that everything was good, health wise. I waited 30 days and then anonymously got a blood/urine screen to confirm I was totally clean. After going to the lab, I waited on pins and needles for the e-mailed results. While I have not had that many different partners, there is always a concern when you meet someone new. Anyway, after a couple of days, I received my e-mail. Phew, all good – clean as a whistle. I breathed a sigh of relief. After waiting a month and then getting tested, my libido had gone dormant, and I wasn't really looking for any action. Instead, I started pouring my energy into my profile page on Xhamster. After seeing SissySocial.net get shut down, I wanted to make sure that I was able to appropriately recount all my encounters for posterity and not worry about them going away at a moment's notice. In addition, I started sharing some pics of myself and really started exploring my femme side a little more.

It is interesting, dressing femme had given me a different outlook on women's mindsets when they get dressed up. I spent a couple of weeks really enjoying wearing a chastity device, a butt plug, and various woman's clothes. While I enjoyed the feeling and found the clothing to be quite erotic, I wasn't looking to get off by wearing them. Does that make sense? It felt odd to me as well but there was several days that I couldn't wait to sneak into the basement, put my cock in chastity, put a plug up my ass, and then relax. When I had the house to myself, I would also put on various femme clothes that I have. It just felt good to feel sexy but it didn't mean I wanted sex. I began contemplating this paradox for the next several weeks. I continued to correspond with my semi-regular BBC, Paul. He went out of town to visit family in Nashville, but I was sending him some pictures of some of the new clothes I had purchased. I bought a few things from Amazon – Calvin Klein thong and bra, breast forms, bodystocking, and some heels. I had fun taking some pictures and sending them to Paul and we started talking about when we could get together. Just thinking about his gorgeous cock woke up my libido and I couldn't wait for a chance to dress-up for him. Unfortunately, we were not able to get our schedules lined up for some time and it took a couple of months before we could hook-up.

At one point, I went back to Doublelist, to see if I could hook-up with someone. I connected with a couple of people but was never able to make it work. Instead, I just got hornier and hornier. One day, I was browsing Reddit. I follow both of my BBC dudes and I like to check their post/comment history to see if they are looking at anything that might interest me. Well, my other BBC – the guy whose name I have never learned, had posted the previous day that he was looking for a guy to suck him off. Just on a whim, I sent him a message, asking if he was still looking. After about 30 minutes, I got the one-word response, "Yes." I messaged back that I would love to help him out and I remembered that I had met him at a house on the south side of the city and that was only about 30 minutes from my house.

After another period, I got the following message: "What are you into?" I responded that I would love to suck him off and I reminded him that he and I had hooked-up previously. Given that his response time usually was about 30 minutes after each of my messages, I decided to get my bike ride in. At that time, I was riding between an hour to two hours each day, to keep my girlish figure... I would stop periodically on my ride to see if he had responded. About half-way through, I received the following response, "Sounds good, can you host?" My heart sank. Can I host? No way can I host. I was bummed. I then started thinking about how hot it would be to suck him off in a car. That is a fantasy I had always had (and now fulfilled – a couple of times). I sent him a response that I was not able to host but could we try car play? I continued my ride and by the time I got home, he sent back the following response, "How about at the hotel near my work?"

At a hotel? In a public bathroom??? What the hell is that? At first, I was disappointed but then as I started thinking about it, wow that could be really hot. Sucking off a BBC in a public bathroom? That would be totally hot. What was the likelihood of getting caught? I texted him back about how private the bathrooms were. He responded that there was a bathroom on the third floor of the hotel and that almost no one uses it. He assured me that it would be very quiet. I remembered the first time we hooked up. His cock was fantastic, but he came in just a couple of minutes. His Reddit post mentioned how "backed up" he was. Well, he probably wouldn't last very long, would he? Fuck it, I thought, this is another thing to check off the bucket list – sucking off a guy in a public toilet. Count me in. Let's do this. I told him I was in, and we worked out the time. I confirmed that he was still clean, and he asked me where I wanted his cum. I told him that I always swallow and that sealed the deal. He was on board.

We agreed to meet at 1:45. He would be in the stall and text me that the coast was clear. I drove in the city and parked my car at about 1:30 in a parking garage two blocks from the hotel. As I walked toward the hotel, I stopped at a Walgreen's and picked up some gum to make sure my breath was okay. I then walked into the hotel. It is a very nice upscale hotel in the middle of downtown and I asked the first employee I saw where the bathroom was. He pointed to an area just off of the lounge next to the front desk and I walked over and entered the bathroom. Whenever I have a new encounter, I get so excited/nervous that my stomach and digestion get worked up. Since I had a few minutes, I thought I would check out the lobby bathroom, relieve myself and make sure everything seemed okay. The bathrooms are very nice in this hotel. On the first floor, the stall doors were solid core wood doors that went all the way down to the floor. Inside the stall, the partitions also were good length, with only about an inch clearance above the floor. I thought if the 3rd floor bathrooms were like this, there would be no issues. I relieved myself, washed my hands and went back into the lobby. Looking at my watch, it was 1:42. I headed to the escalator.

As I was going up the escalator, I texted my BBC and told him I was here. Where should I go? He told me that when I reached the second floor, just keep walking and there would be another escalator to the third floor. Go up to the third floor, walk straight down the hallway. I would see a women's bathroom and another hallway that leads to the right. Take this hallway and when it ends, the entrance to the men's bathroom would be on my left. He told me that he was about four minutes away. I responded that I would text him from a stall.

As I reached the top of the escalator, there was a hotel restaurant to my left, but I could see another escalator down at the end of a long hallway. I followed his instructions and headed down the hallway, got on the escalator and went up to the third floor. My heart was racing in anticipation and the risk of doing this. Wow, this was exciting! I got to the third floor, followed his instructions to the Lady's bathroom and went down the hallway until I found the men's bathroom. He was right, this whole area appeared to be made up of meeting rooms and the place was deserted. I entered the men's room, and it was built-out almost identically to the bathroom I used on the first floor. The bathroom had a granite countertop with three sinks to my right and three urinals to my left. As I continued walking between them there was another area in the back with three stalls on one side and two on the other. The stall doors were identical to the first-floor bathroom, taupe colored, solid core wood doors. I chose the handicapped stall since it would be a little larger, went inside and sat down. While I couldn't be certain, there appeared to be nobody else in the bathroom. The inside of the stall was identical to the bathrooms on the first floor. He was right, this is really good place to do this.

Sitting on the toilet, I texted my BBC that I found the bathroom and was in the handicapped stall. He texted back that he was on his way up. I sat on the toilet and waited. And waited. My heart was racing. I was nervous. I was excited. I started thinking about the last time I hooked up with this dude and how beautiful his cock was. This guy is a really good-looking dude. He is about 5' 8", very handsome, with a magnetic smile. He is a little overweight but also in good shape. My mouth was watering as I remembered our first encounter. His cock is about 8" when hard but not too thick. I was able to easily deepthroat him the last time we met, and I looked forward to doing it again.

I waited. I am normally a very conservative person and always think about everything that could go wrong in any situation. As I sat there, I thought about hotel security or even the police busting in on us. Instead of wanting to get out of there, I continued to sit there in anticipation. Damn, this was going to be good. C'mon, let's get this going. I continued to wait. Where was he? How long have I been waiting? I looked at my watch, 1:49. Wow, time really slows down when you are pumped up. After another moment, the door to the bathroom opened. I held my breath. My cock was semi-hard as I waited in eager anticipation for him to come to my stall. I heard some noises but couldn't make out what they were. Was he adjusting his bag/backpack? Why would he need to? What was he doing? Dammit, let's get this on!

A moment later, the door to my stall opened. I can't describe the feeling of seeing that door open, it was incredible. You really need to experience it. Sitting on the toilet, I looked up and saw my BBC, he smiled at me and quietly entered the stall, turned away, closed the door and locked it. He then turned back to me and started undoing his pants. He was dressed in a very tight T-shirt that showed off his well-muscled arms. He was also wearing jeans and sneakers. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them and his underwear to his knees. I was eye level to his beautiful cock and I reached out and caressed it. It was at this point that I realized that I was so nervous that my hands were ice cold as I rubbed his hardening dick. I removed my hand and placed both of my hands on the back of his legs and started licking and kissing his cock. His beautiful dick immediately started getting hard in my mouth. It tasted fantastic! God, I love sucking dick! Boy, I am a sissy cock sucking fag! I loved the feeling of that beautiful cock in my mouth. I started sucking and moving my head up and down on his gorgeous shaft. After about a minute, it was rock hard and he pulled it out of my mouth and whispered, "I don't want to cum yet." He started slapping his cock against my cheeks and I just looked up at him and smiled.

I returned my attention to his cock and started licking and kissing his shaft. I dropped down to his balls and licked them. I spent about a minute kissing and nibbling before I put the head of his cock back into my mouth. When I did, he whispered, "How deep can you take it?" I took that as my cue and immediately deepthroated him. He moaned as I had my lips pressed up against his abdomen and I extended my tongue to lick his balls while I had his whole shaft down my throat. He then put his hands on the back of my head and started to face fuck me. After only a couple of thrusts he grunted, "I'm cumming!" I slid my lips back up his shaft so that just the head was inside my mouth. He started convulsing and I felt his cock twitch as I started tasting his cum as it filled my mouth his tasty seed.

As he continued to convulse, what happens next? You guessed it, the bathroom door opens. My normal self would have freaked out, but I was cock drunk. I just continued to suckle on his cock and began to swallow his delicious load. A moment later, we both see that someone is trying to open the door to our stall. Dammit! Why did I choose the handicapped stall? Everyone likes the bigger stall. You idiot! While that was going through my mind, I still had his beautiful, twitching cock in my mouth. Then, we both heard another stall door open, close, and lock. My BBC, smiled at me and breathed a sigh of relief, all while I still had his magnificent dick in my mouth. At that point, he wasted no time in zipping up and making his exit. I waited another minute, composed myself, flushed the toilet, exited the stall, washed my hands and left the bathroom.

I was so turned on at this point, I made my way back to the first floor and went back into the lobby bathroom. Inside the stall, I undid my pants and started jerking off. My cock was so hard as I thought about what I just did. As I stroked myself, I sent a text to my BBC, thanking him and telling him to hit me up if he ever wants to have another go. He responded with a "You bet!" I continued to beat my meat and after a couple of minutes, shot my load all over my hand. I licked up my cum and once again composed myself, zipped up, flushed the toilet, exited the stall, washed my hands, and walked out of the bathroom. I walked through the lobby with no one being the wiser, exited the hotel and went back to my car. The whole ride home was a blur as I couldn't stop thinking about this experience. For the next several days, I felt like such a good little slut for having sucked off a dude in a public bathroom.

The next week, I got a Kik message from my regular BBC, Paul. He wanted to know when I was available to come over, dress all gurly, and give him some personal attention. Given the problems with the wig I purchased (keeping the hair out of my mouth), my frustrations were chilling my desire to dress femme. However, I was so amped up after my bathroom encounter, I agreed to meet Paul the following Wednesday.

On Tuesday night, I was able to sneak a bunch of stuff from my hiding place in the basement into the trunk of my car without anyone noticing. I went to work the next morning with a sense of anticipation along with a sense of dread. How was I going to look all dolled up? I bought a scrunchie for my wig, how was that going to work? Was I going to be able to keep the hair out of my mouth? As much as I am turned on by the idea of dressing all gurly, I have been really self-conscious about it and am constantly concerned about embarrassing myself. However, as I said previously, Paul has been great. He has been totally laid back and cool about the whole thing and seems to want me to genuinely enjoy the dress-up aspect of this. Knowing all of this, I headed to work with butterflies in my stomach. I am fortunate that my job allows me flexibility with my time in the office. I am able to come and go pretty readily and as long as my work is getting done, nobody gives me any grief.

We agreed to meet at 11:00 at Paul's apartment. I left work a little after 10, knowing that it takes about 45 minutes to get to his place from my office. On the way, I did stop at a hotel to do a little prep. I went into a lobby bathroom and inserted my butt plug, put on my chastity cage, and my Calvin Klein thong panties. I continued to wear my normal boxers (and pants) over my crotch attire and continued on my way to Paul's house. The feeling of the butt plug was really getting me juiced up as I approached his place. Once there, I grabbed my gym bag with all of my stuff, I texted him, and he came down to let me in.

Once inside, Paul told me to make myself comfortable with anything that I needed. I excused myself to the bathroom and began to get dressed. I got out of my suit pants, socks, shoes, French-cuffed dress shirt, and underwear. All that was left were my thong panties, my butt plug and my cock cage. I opened up my gym bag and got to work. First up, I put on my matching Calvin Klein sport bra. I looked at myself in the mirror and shook with excitement. Next, I pulled out my make-up bag and started applying make-up. I started with some primer and then added a light amount of foundation. To that, I added a little blush. I then put on some eye shadow – just a bit to give my eyes color. I was still not secure in applying eye shadow, so I tried to just apply a little bit. I was also still not very good with eye liner, so I skipped that and just applied some mascara. It is amazing how much pop mascara provides. I looked at myself again in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good. I then put on my headband that helps keep my wig secure and then I put the wig on right afterwards. Since I have to keep the wig in a bag, it gets a little unwieldy and I spent the next few minutes brushing it out to make it look presentable. Once I was satisfied with the results, I then put on my bodystocking, neck choker, and my heels. Last but not least, I applied some nice pink lip gloss. I checked myself out one last time and I thought I looked okay. I would never consider myself as passable, but I thought I looked okay given the circumstances. Well, I thought to myself, let's see what happens.

I tried my best to sashay in my heels into Paul's living room and tried to walk as sexily as possible. Paul was in his usual position, naked on his couch, browsing porn. He looked at me and immediately smiled. "Very nice, you are coming along nicely in your sissy journey." Paul said. I just blushed a little bit and sat down on the couch next to him. We talked for a couple of minutes as I shared with him some of my trials and tribulations with make-up application. He was very positive and told me to keep working at it and before long I would no longer have any reason to doubt myself. As we talked, I would occasionally look down at his hardening cock. Paul's cock is massive. It is over eight inches long and impossibly thick. My mouth watered as I kept stealing glances at his beautiful tool.

Eventually, I put my wig hair into my scrunchie, got down on my knees and crawled between his legs. I reached out and began to caress his dick in my hands, feeling his warmth. God, I love the feeling of cock! I feel like such a little slut when I get a chance to caress another man's fuck stick. His cock hardened under my touch, my mouth watered as I longed to take it into my mouth. But I thought I would tease Paul a little. Instead of going right to his dick, I started by kissing his thighs. Light pecks, at first on the top of his thighs and then moving to the inside of his thighs, closer and closer to his ever-hardening cock. After only a couple of moments, I couldn't resist any longer and I kissed the tip of his hard cock. The combination of the feel, taste, and smell of his manhood was enough to make me swoon. That contact immediately reaffirmed my submissiveness and my desire to serve. I slowly started to stroke his shaft as I continued to nibble around the head. The scrunchie passed the critical test as my wig hair was not getting in my way. I was free to focus on Paul's beautiful tool and looked forward to really going to town on his cock.

Paul groaned in appreciation as he continued to watch porn on his television. I then took the head into my mouth and started sucking. I also like to swirl my tongue around the head as I tried to get it as wet as possible. Little by little, I took more and more of that monster into my mouth until my nose was pushing into his abdomen. He just groaned as I deep throated his monster cock. With Paul, I have to be really careful not to scratch my teeth on his shaft as the girth of his cock is soooo massive. I slid my mouth back up to the head, swirled my tongue around and slowly engulfed him again. Paul complimented me, "Jesus, you suck cock better than any woman I have been with!" I beamed with pride hearing him tell me that as it just urged me to keep going.

Once his cock was nice and wet, I moved my mouth down to his balls and suckled on those while I continued to stroke his shaft with my hand. A couple of times, I started licking and kissing below his balls, hoping that he would lift his legs up and give me access to his asshole but no dice. He just doesn't appear to be into rimming. While disappointed, I was unbowed and I went back up and wrapped my lips around his mammoth tool and continued to suck. I would alternate between taking his whole cock into my throat and keeping just the head in my mouth while I stroked him with my hand. Paul was in no hurry and just let me worship him for about 20 minutes.

Eventually, Paul continued to get worked up and then he stood up, grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth all the way down on his cock. I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands as I let him fuck my face. What a feeling! Giving up control and letting him fuck my throat would cause me to gag as copious amounts of saliva started running down his shaft. After a couple of minutes, he stopped and sat back down. While we didn't talk about it, I think he believed he was hurting me given the gagging noises I was making. In reality, I was loving it! Anyway, I went back to my technique, and I could tell he was getting close, I started to speed up my sucking/stroking and he continued to moan and grunt. Eventually, he grabbed my head and held it still as he started shooting his cum into my mouth. His cum, as usual, was delicious. I didn't move as I let him fill my mouth with his tasty jizz. Once he let go of my head, I slid my mouth up to the tip of his cock, swallowed his cum and continued to suckle the tip for any remnants of spunk. Paul twitched under my touch and I took my mouth off of his softening tool to stop torturing his now overly sensitive member. I stayed between his legs for a few minutes and just gazed lovingly at his cock. Once it was fully soft, I got up and sat back down on his couch.

We then talked for a while as I asked him if there was anything else he would like me to do or was there anything else he would like me to wear. We talked about lingerie for a while, and he gave me a few ideas for my next purchase. After about 10 minutes, I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean-up. I brought make-up remover and was able to clean myself up in relatively short order. I changed back into my regular clothes, packed my stuff up and left. Paul escorted me down, we said our goodbyes and I was on my way back to work, realizing I still had the butt plug in my ass and the chastity cage on my cock. That made the rest of the afternoon at the office more interesting.

At that point, I snapped out of my reverie and looked over at Ann. She had her robe open and was fingering herself as she listened to me. "Jesus Christ! You are such a whore! Dammit, I am so turned on by this. You suck cock, been fucked, like rimming, and love swallowing cum. Am I missing anything?"

I responded, "Well, I do also like interracial hook-ups..."

"Fuckin' slut!" My wife hissed at me. "Do you have a lot more to tell me?"

I blushed. "Yes." Was all I could muster.