This is the first story I have written of this type. It involves Cross Dressing and some sexually explicit material, if you are under the age to legally read this in your area please go no further. If you are old enough please enjoy. This story is totally fiction, any names or actions are totally coincidental.
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Gabriela was obviously angry. I wouldn't know why, I hoped it was not something I had done. As soon as she got home, she screamed at me because her bath was not ready. After, she yelled because the water was too hot. Later, it was the dinner she didn't like.
After putting our baby to sleep, I knew a storm was coming on. Afraid of what might happen, I decided to come to the toilette before going back to the living room where she was watching TV. There, I retouched my light make-up (Gabriela liked me to always wear a little make-up but never to exagerate, she didn't want me to look like a whore, she said), checked if my nightie was OK, with no wrinkles or spots, brushed my teeth to be able to give her a fresh kiss, if ever she felt like it, combed my long hair to get it pretty and nice, and then went back to meet her.
We had just finished dinner, so I should unset the table, do the washing up, finish some laundry... The usual things I would do before going to bed with my wife... That day, however, when I was about to start, Gabriela ordered me to bring her a coffee. It puzzled me a lot, because she never has coffee at night, unless she is going out, which normally only happens on weekends. But with that mood in the air, I wouldn't even dare to ask her anything.
I prepared her the coffee, exactly the way she liked it, and brought it to her. When I bended to put it on the small table next to her, she slipped her fingers under my skirt and touched my ass through the lacey pink panties I was wearing. I parted my legs a little bit, to let her slip her fingers until she found my crotch and squeezed my small cock, which was already as hard as it could be.
- "Sit here next to me...", she commanded.
I sat on the floor at her feet, as I normally did, and let my head lay on her lap. She started playing with my curls and started reprehending me softly. What would I do all day at home while she was working hard to keep us well off, why couldn't she have her bath ready when she arrived home, as she felt it was her right, as she worked a lot to earn the money that would feed me and dress me in my beautiful clothes, etc, etc. I was a little surprised, as when she got angry my ass would know it immediately. Wether with her bare hand or with the hairbrush, she would beat it up until it was vivid red. And I would finish apologizing, sometimes not knowing exactly what for, and burying my face between her legs until she had two or three orgasms and relax. For the next two days, I would remember her very vividly at all moments, as my ass would burn even with the contact of my frilly panties.
But not that night. She kept on telling me how I had to be a good girl if I wanted her to keep me, how I was so lucky to have a wife like her... I realised she was insecure and somehow nervous but I wouldn't understand why...
Then, she commanded: "Kiss me..."
I knew exactly what that meant. She was wearing her pyjamas and her black nightgown, as she normally did after having had her bath. Very gently, I pulled down her pants, took them out and installed myself between her thighs. With my lips, I touched her pussy very slightly, two, three, four times... Then I took out my tongue and started using it. First, I licked around her crotch, following the upper curves of her legs, then I started very slowly licking her pussy, swallowing her clit, which was now hard as a small cock. Then, I dared to penetrate her with my tongue. She grabbed my head and pulled it even more towards her and started to rub it in my face, almost not allowing me to breed.
Ten minutes later, she came in a very juicy orgasm, which I licked judiciously until the end. She was now much more relaxed. I was about to continue, as she usually liked to have multiple orgasms. That evening, however, she told me to stop. She kept my face on her lap, smelling her juices, but didn't want me to continue. And then she told me why she was so anxious.
That very day, her new boss had been presented and had had individual meetings with all of the employees. Gabriela was a high positioned insurance professional, but in that business, you never know. The objectives of the company are always growing and you have to be more and more competitive to keep your position. Gabriela was lucky enough, as she would tell me when she was really happy with me, to have her little wife at home, obedient and helpful, always eager to serve her and please her in everything.
So, her new boss, a handsome guy in his thirties, full of himself, as she described him, called her to his office and told her she would be under strict observation, as he suspected that everyone was doing much less than possible. She tried to answer, as she was not a woman to shut up when she felt people were not being fair with her. But he told her to shut up and not even try to tell him he wasn't right. Then, he proceeded saying he thought she was dressing in a very masculine way and that he didn't like that. He would be expecting her to wear dresses, skirts and those things women normally wear... In all, she should look as sexy as her own will to keep her job in the company.
Gabriela was not used to be treated this way. However, she knew it wouldn't be easy to find another job where she would have the position and the advantages she had there. So, she blushed (more out of anger than out of feminine decency) and said:
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"Yes, sir!" in a humble and obedient voice.
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"That's good for a start", he answered, "but don't forget you'll be under permanent observation. Is that understood?".
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"Yes, sir...", she answered.
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"OK. Let's see if you really understood. Put your pants down. Let me see what your wear underneath..."
Reluctantly, Gabriela stood up and evidently hesitated on what to do.
- "Faster!", he said.
Blushing even more, she unbouttoned her pants and pulled them down. As usual, she was wearing white men trunkers, as she didn't like the feel of lace around her crotch. Brian, her boss, got really angry.
- "Take them off and put them away. You will never again come to this place with that kind of underwear. I expect you to come tomorrow with a set of very nice lingerie and I want you to come here in the morning and show it to me... Now, before you go, show me what you can do with that beautiful mouth of yours."
By this moment, Gabriela was in absolute rage, but she knew better and realised she had not many alternatives. So, still nude form her waist down, she kneeled down, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was big, but not as big as she liked them. She regularly had lovers, most of them I knew about, because she needed to feel a real man's cock every now and then and my sissy clitty did not fit into that description. She liked them big and Brian's was not so big. But, whatever, he was the boss and you shouldn't minimize that fact. She kissed it and licked it and suck it as lovingly as she could, trying to take with both hands this opportunity to produce a first good impression on him. Two minutes later, he came abundantly and kept her face with his hands until she had swallowed it all.
- "OK. There you go.", he said.
She stood up, put on her pants again, only this time with no underpants, and was about to leave when he spoke again:
- "You are a fantastic cocksucker. I will be working late today and I expect you to come here tonight, around 11'o clock, and blow me again before I go home. And come as slutty as you can, my pretty bitch."
Gabriela understood he was pushing the situation to see how far she would go. She almost told him to go to hell. But she thought better and just said:
- "Yes, sir..."
And there she was, right now. Laying on the couch, with my head in her lap, telling me all this and thinking if she could avoid it or not.
- "Kiss me again!", she said, "I have to be really horny to be able to do this..."
So I dived againg between her thighs and started kissing her as passionately as I could. I was mostly afraid she would get fired. What would be of our life if that happened? I had never worked and wouldn't even know where to start from. All my life was there, between those walls, with my beloved wife. I was so passionate she came rather quickly. It was about 10 and she didn't have much time. The office was on the other side of the city and, even if the traffic was clear at that hour, it would take her a good half hour to get there.
So, we had only half an hour to put her pretty and desirable to that stupid new boss she had. First of all, I came to my drawing and chose a nice pink, frilly, pair of panties. Gabriela had no panties of her own, but that was not a problem, as I had many to lend her. Also it was not so difficult to find the appropriate clothes, as one of her lovers had gave her once a fantasticly sexy and short black dress he wanted her to dress whenever she was coming out with him.
I helped her dressing up, prepared her a nice tisana for her to calm down and relax and even helped her with make up, one of the things I was much more acquainted with than her. At 10h30, she kissed me, putting her tongue deeply into my mouth and said:
- "Wish me luck, my pretty sissy girl. Wait for me...".
As she turned, her skirt was so short I could see the lower part of the panties she had put on. She had never allowed me to wear such pretty and provocative skirts or dresses, even if in some of my moments of bigger adoration I would have liked to put on some of that stuff. Mostly when she was having one of her lovers and would pass very little time at home and I felt I had to re-seduce her...
Me, I had to dress as a modest housewife, only at night I would put on something more sexy to go to bed with her. But tonight, to see her in that outfit was really strange for me. Normally, I would wear the frilly things and she would wear the pants around. Even when we went out and I had to dress more neutrally (well, not really with masculine clothes, she would never allow that, but with something that could not be seen as inevitably feminine, like some pair of very short white shorts and a very tight pink t-shirt; of course people would notice it was really quite feminine; and if they wouldn't, they would nevertheless see the lace of my panties coming out of the shorts) she was very bossy and sexually provocative. She would fondle my ass anytime, in front of anyone, she would ask me if I found the boys pretty enough to date me... That kind of thing. Just to remind me all the time who I was and what was my role in our marriage.
And now, there I was, still with a lot of work to do, still puzzled with everything Gabriela had told me. Mechanically, I did the washing up, washed the kitchen floor, did many more things just not to think about would be happening in Gabriela's office. However, around midnight, I had nothing else to do and I was really tired, so I layed on the couch and prepared myself to wait for her. I was really confused and somehow ashamed because, finally, I was there wishing my wife's boss to be happy with her blowjob, so that she would keep her position and keep my home free of danger.
I thought of that magic moment three years ago when I had agreed to become Gabriela's wife and vowed to always respect, serve and obey my dear husband, I thought of how our life turned out to be, how the only thing I had left was my love for her and for our little daughter and the protection she granted me. I thought, that, anyway, with all the problems of normal existence, every bad moment had been overpassed and had only reinforced our commitment. I smiled and I thought Gabriela was really very brave and would never let me down and so she would be the best cocksucker Brian had ever met, she would suck him until his last drop and she would keep her job. And she would come back to me, to her dear sissy wife. And, smiling, with a funny feeling coming from my crotch and up my spine, I overslept on the couch...
(To be continued).
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