This first chapter doesn't have any -- well, much sex -- in it, but, is the detailing of my slow but sure process into femdom, at my wife's request. The following chapter/s will be quite descriptive in my sexual changes also, to include, anal, oral, w/s, light bondage, light scat, domination, and male c/d. If you're not age 18, go away, as you'll have plenty of time to read this, when you do turn of age. Any comments, are welcome: slutross@yahoo.com
I'm a happily married man, with a devoted wife, who's been wonderful, both in and out of bed. We've been married for 4 years, have had a very active, somewhat vanilla sex life, but, I'm not really complaining, as she's wonderful. We're both quite oral, sucking out and swallowing each other's cum, loving the feeling, especially knowing how much pleasure it brings each other.
Quite by accident, I stumbled on a site, on the internet, concerning shemales, and most specifically, dominant ones, who take their men/women and control them, by using the power of their cock. I read a lot about this, and then on to Nifty, where there are a lot of TG/TV/shemale stories. I must be crazy, reading all this stuff, as I'm not a girl, and my wife doesn't have a cock, so, what am I doing. I have had a fantasy, though about fucking and asshole. The idea intrigues me so much, maybe just because of the taboos associated with it, but, I'm really interested. I've only touched my wifes anus, twice, both, sort of by accident, but, it did turn me on, as I was fucking her doggie style, and her little pucker was right there, winking at me, as I'm thrusting into her pussy. I ended up, just rubbing it, a little, during our sex, and she seemed to respond, so, I did it once again, a week later, hoping to get more response. I didn't really, so, figured I must have imagined it the first time. I must have it her love button, while fucking at the same time playing with her asshole, and it was only a coincidence. My longing however continues.
The more I read on the net, the more interested I became with "chicks with dicks"....hehe. There is something so sensual about it, and I am totally enthralled with the concept. She just seem so powerful, and the women/men that she fucks are always so grateful, and keep coming back for more. Wow, what have I entered into here....I better keep the fantasy, right there....a fantasy! But, I keep reading, keep getting more into it, for another month or so. I'm now trying to figure out a way to get my wife into it, so, I can fuck her tight ass....mmmmm, that would be wonderful.
A week or so later, I come home from work, to find my wife sitting at the table, with a very solemn look on her face. She greets me with "We have to talk. Sit down!"
Her voice is stern, forceful, and yet calming in a strange sense. She then says, "I have been reading some very interesting literature on YOUR computer."
Oh, god, she found my shemale stories. How am I going to explain this away? "Do you have an explaination Ross, or what", she says, somewhat raising her voice. "I've been having fantasies about anal sex, honey, and I used those stories as a release. I've wanted to have anal sex with you for a long time, now, but, didn't know how to ask." There, I've finally told her, and it's out in the open.
She sits there, quietly, replaying in her mind what I've just told her, trying to understand my words, I'm sure. So, I say, "It's just a fantasy, honey, it's no big deal."
"I see," she murmurs, still thinking deeply. "Okay, let me be sure I understand you Ross, You want to fuck me in the ass, right?"
Gosh, I'm thinking to myself, that's a little harsh, but, bottom line is , "Yes, honey, that's right."
She says, "Ok, let me think about this." Wow, I'm thinking, she's considering it? Hmmmm, very surprising that she'd be so receptive, but, I'm not counting my chickens, just yet. At least I have chance, though, and my cock starts to rise at the prospect. We even had sex, that night, and it was very good.
Nothing more is said, until the next day when I come home, again to find her at the table, with almost a smirk on her face. Rut ro, I say to myself, what's up, I wonder?
She says, "Ok, here's the deal, Ross. You can fuck my ass, if I can fuck yours." What? I'm thinking. Where did that come from? How can she? I'm thoroughly confused now, saying to her, "Honey, how can that happen? I mean, you don't have a cock, and I'm a guy, and guys don't get fucked in the ass, and I'm just so bewildered about the whole thing."
She saw me stammering, and must have expected such a response, as she slowly, almost methodically, answered all my questions. "First off, I have bought a cock already to use on your manpussy. Secondly, yes, you're a man, but, you have an ass pussy, just as I have a female asshole, so, there is no difference. So, thirdly, me being a woman and you being a man, doesn't affect this arrangement. We both have asses, and we both have cocks, now, so, you can do me, if I can do you, and just so you don't try to weazle out on the deal, I'm gonna do YOU first."
Well, now it's my turn to be completely stunned. She actually wants me to let her use a strap on cock, to fuck me in the ass? What the hell? This isn't going at all as I had planned. She's crazy to think I'll let her do that. But, damn, she makes a fair point, that we both have the same hole! I'm asking to fuck hers, so, she's asking to fuck mine. Damn, what do I do? I can't imagine taking a cock in my asshole, especially when my wife is attached to it. How crazy is that? But, on the other hand, I'm asking her to let me do hers....shit, this isn't going well at all. "Well, honey, I've got to think about this. I'm not thrilled with the idea, at all."
She then says, "You know, I figured you'd say that, so, just so YOU know, I"m not thrilled with you fucking my ass, either, so, we both will have to 'grin and bear it'. If you want mine, I get yours, and first! Whatever you decide will be ok with me. It's totally your call, " she says, almost smirking.
I'm sure, now that I look back, that she knew I'd give in. I mean, if she looked at half of the shit I read on the net, mostly in Nifty, she knew I was hooked on the idea of butt fucking, already, and knew I'd succumb to her request. My male instinct, male ego, and male prowess, however, didn't want to let that happen, so, we were at a standstill, at least at the time.
Our life went on for a few weeks, without much change, except our sex life seemed to be diminishing somewhat. Their wasn't that spark, that fire, that sense of sexual hunger, between us, now. And believe me, I'm not blaming her for this change, it's a definite two way street. We both have just fallen some in our sexual desires. We both seem to have drifted somewhat off course, maybe due to our heated anal discussions, but, maybe not. I knew I wanted what we had, before those conversations, back, and wasn't willing to give in to her demands to achieve that. Needless to say, my mind was reeling with these thoughts, all the time. On one hand I wanted our sex life back the way it was, and on the other, I figured the only way that was going to happen was to go our mutual anal intercourse route. I'm still so torn, but, know, down deep inside, I will have to give in to my "little head's" wants and needs.
So, I came home one fri, from work, and had decided to tell her, ok, that I'd do what she asked. Oh, my god, I'm going to let her fuck me in the ass, with a dildo. I can only hope to endure the assured pain, and humilation of the entire experience. I hadn't thought about that, btw....the humiliation side of it. I knew it would be painful, just based on all the stories, but, am now, just realizing, that it will be my wife, doing the fucking, with me on bottom, watching me take a cock in my asshole. Oh, my, can I really do this? And I'm not sure I really believe that it feels "good" once the pain goes away. I think that's a crock of b/s. But, maybe so, I suppose. Yes, by god, I can go thru with it. I've decided. Yes, I'm going to do it so, that I can finally know the feeling of fucking her ass. Ok, I'll do it.
She was busy making dinner, as I came inside. With a look of determination on my face, I said to her, "Okay, honey, you win. I'll do what you ask. You can fuck me first, if I can fuck you, afterwards." There I've done it. Oh, I hope I'm doing the right thing, here.
She turns, with a smile and says, "Great, I have a few comments though, that I'd like for you to hear. I'm not going to fuck my husband in the ass. That just wouldn't be right, for me. I want to fuck my lesbian girlfriend in her pussy. I just can't imagine my husband letting me do that, so, we're going to dress you up as a woman, when I screw you, so, that I can live out a fantasy of mine, of fucking a girl in her pussy. I think it's only fair, that if you get to live out a fantasy, then so do I, right?" she says, staring me deeply in the eyes.
Good god, now what do I do? She's wanting me to put on girl clothes, so, she can fuck my "pussy"? I don't have a pussy---I have an asshole. She shouldn't call it that! But, she's got a point, again, damnit. My fantasy for her fantasy. Shit, why do I feel like I'm being trapped here? Well, dummy, I am!!!! I suppose it really wouldn't hurt much, especially in the privacy of our own home, for me to put on some clothes, if it really makes her happy. How bad can it be? Hell, a pair of her pants, a shirt, maybe some panties, sure, why not? I can do that, without to much problem. It's only us, and she's the one who wants me to wear it, so, I can be ok with it. "Ok, honey, I'll do that, for you," trying to sound like I'm doing her a favor.
"Great, we'll go do some shopping then, later tonight, and set it up for tomorrow night, ok?" she said.
"Ah, honey, what are we shopping for?" I asked.
"Oh, don't be silly Rose, we're going shopping for your knew clothes, and maybe some other nice fem things for you, so, you'll look just right for our little sexual adventure. OK?", she asks.
"Hey what's this Rose shit? That's not my name, that's a girls name. And why can't I just wear some of your things, for this. We don't need to buy all new clothes for one night." I bark back at her.
"Now Rose, don't get all upset, my clothes won't fit you right, and who knows you might want to do this again, and we'll surely need some more clothes for that time, too. So, we can't use my things. You'll be much better off, with your own, propper fitting things. We'll have so much fun shopping, too, don't you think?" she giggled, like I was a girl friend, not her husband.
I must admit I do like to shop, unlike most males, but, shopping for girl clothes for me?.....could be a problem, so I said, "Why don't you go and get what I need, and I'll stay here."
She said, again, almost giddily, "No, Rose, you come with me, as we need to be sure to get the right size, and color, and your so good at putting outfits together, we'll have a ball." Now, I'm not sure if you all caught it, but, she's called me "Rose" twice, now, after I asked her about it....and she didn't respond, at all, and I've not reacted to these last two times, because I had more important issues, to deal with....haha, I guess I'm fooled, here, huh?
It's still absolutely amazing to me how this all transpired, how she maneuverd me into buy women's clothes, even trying some on in the stores, coming home, with bags of clothes, a wig, panties, hose, bras of all things, and even some scented bath oil beads. But, I went along with it, turning bright shades of red, when coming out of the dressing room with a red slinky dress on, that was too tight. She had me wait there, while she went to find a larger size, as all of the other customers were watching. I felt like 2 " tall, but, continued waiting, until she found the larger size, and another hot pink dress, she also wanted me to try. Unbeknown to me, she has also bought a few other items, that I'd have to wear, once we got home.....two bras, breast enhancers, lipsticks, a wig, hose with garter belt, crotchless panties, and thong panties, two stretchy camis, and a slip. She must have paid for all of them, took them to the car, and came back in, while I was busy trying on the dresses. It certainly took me a long time to figure out how they were supposed to go, and the damn buttons, are backwards, making it very difficult and time consuming to fasten. Then the zipper, in the back....wow, what a pain. Anyway, sure enough, we get home, and she shows me all she got, and my eyes, popped out of my head.
"Honey", I said, "we don't need all that for just tomorrow night, do we?" She quietly replied,
"Rose, you need to be dressed properly for our little fun, tomorrow, night, yes, so, we need all of it. You're going to look so pretty, and sexy, for your little pussy treat," she almost snickered.
We had some good sex that night, and she even fingered my ass a bit, as she was sucking my cock. She pulled her head up, and asked if it felt good, as she wiggled her finger in my ass, then going back down on my cock, with a vengence, like she has never done, before, and not waiting for an answer, as it was basically rhetorical, anyway.
I could only moan a "Yessssssss", as admittedly both sensations were great. She continued to diddle me, and suck me, till I could take it no more, and yelled, "I'm cummmmming", and shot one of my biggest and strongest loads that I could remember. She held her mouth on me, as I jetted out my juice, and rolled the finger in my ass around, and around, massaging my love button, making it even more intense. The she did something knew, as she came up to kiss me and let out my cum, into my mouth....very unusual. I tasted it, and it was ok, not bad, just a little salty, maybe, and a little bland, but, otherwise ok, and swallowed....Hmmmmm, why did I swallow it. Well, she was giving me one of those long french kisses, that created the need. Anyway, I found the whole experience to be wonderful, as my orgasm was very intense.
"Well, I hope U enjoyed, tonight, as it's just a prelude of tommorrow, honey,", she said, as she got up, and went to the bathroom. I laid there, remembering our little plan, and shuddered to realize that something much larger than a finger would be going up inside me.
Well, it's sat afternoon, and my wife tells me it's time to get ready for our little "fun" time, tonight. First she says, "Honey, you'll need to take a nice hot bubble bath, using the new bath oil beads, that I got you yesterday. You'll also, want to shave yourself, getting rid of all hair from the eyebrows down."
"What?", I said. "I can't do that! I'd feel silly, with no hair, anywhere."
"Oh, don't be silly, Rose, it's just hair, and it will grow back. But, you'll look so much more feminine, and I'd really like it, as it would help my fantasy."
Oh, shit, here we go again, as she's using her fantasy, as bait for me to look more girlie. And she's right, it will grow back.
"I'll tell you what, I'll make it easier on you. I have some hair removal cream you can use all over your body, except for your genitals. Those you'll have to use clippers, then a razor. The cream, though will be much easier, otherwise, as you just spread it on wait a few minutes, and wash/rinse it off, in the shower. Okay? You'll be so sensual."
"Alright," I said, bregrudgingly, but, have figured it would all be ok. So, off to the shower, with the damned pink cream doing it's job removing all my hair on my legs, arms, and underarms. As she suggested, then, I used clippers to get the long growth of my pubes, reduced, then a razor, to finish the job. "Here," she says," let me help you with that," as she grabs the razor, and very carefully forms a small v shape of hair, slightly above my hardening cock. She's holding my semihardness in her hand as she's using the razor. "There," she says, "That's much better, looks very sexy, Rose."
After my bath, she had given me some rose scent lotion, too, but put all over my freshly smooth body. There was a sense of excitement to being all smooth shaven, and the aroma was very fresh, admittedly. My cock looked bigger too, with out the unsightly crop of hair around it, and it also seemed to have become more sensitive. My whole body tingled, somewhat at this strange knew hairless sensation.
"Oh, my you look so sweet, now, baby," she said, eying me up and down. She was actually admiring my body, devoid of any hair....cool, I guess. "Ok, next you'll have to get cleaned "inside", honey. To quote an on often used quote: 'a dirty pussy is a nasty pussy.' I'll show you what you'll need to do," as she grabbed the enema bag, greasing up the nozzel, filling it with warm water, and telling me to stick in my pussy and keep it there for as long as possible.
"HMFP", I said as it went in, not really painful, just sort of "there", if you can imagine. It wasn't bad, just different, as she slid it in. She undid the nozzle, and the water flowed into my bowels, inflating them to a very uncomfortable size, finally stopping.
"Sit on the toilet, Rose, and empty your pussy, so, we can do it once again, just to be sure." I did as she asked, letting the nasty water squirt out of my pussy....wait a second, did I just call my asshole a pussy? She's got me saying it now. Well, I suppose it will her pussy tonight...Alright then, I'll let it go. Anyway, she did it once more, pushing the nozzle in a little deeper, this time, with no discomfort at all, and was convinced that I was clean. "Ok, honey, let's get your clothes ready...I'm so excited to see you all dressed up, like my lesbian lover...."
While I was in the bath, she had layed out all of my attire on the bed. It's amazing to me all of the different articles of clothing a woman actually wears. First there's the matching panties, bra, and garter belt, with hosiery. She also had a camisole and slip, again matching. Then of course, there's the dress itself, along with some clip (thank goodness) on earings, necklace and bracelet, all coordinating. And she even wanted to apply some makeup on me, to "get the full effect" , she said. Some things went on easy, but, the bra, garter belt and hose, were a little difficult, but, she helped by showing me the correct technique for each. During the entire dressing process, she kept fondling me, too, or slipping a finger in my ass crack, to arouse me. Believe me, it was working, as I had a hard on, the whole, time I was dressing. She was very good at manipulating me, by using my "little head", and pussy as target. Damn, there I go again, calling my asshole a pussy. I must say, though, the way she was teasing it, made it feel like one. Little did I know!
After looking at me, she said, "You need to more things to make you look adorable. A wig and some breast enhancers will round our your new look, Rose." She then commenced to fit the enhancers inside my bra, and get the wig on just right holding it on with little special fasteners. "Ok," she said, "now you can look in the mirror, and see the woman of my dreams."
I looked, and was shocked, at the image she had created. I was almost good looking as a woman. My features are somewhat "delicate" anyway, but, her choice of makeup color and highlighting really emphasized the feminine me. Also, the clothing was perfect, again for my slight, but, taught frame. I've never been a fit fanatic, but, do try to keep in shape, with some light aerobics, and some running, so my body, really looked good in the dress.
"Honey, you look beautiful. I had hoped the look would turn out well, but, I'm over joyed, as you've exceeded my expectations. Oh, baby, we're gonna have fun, tonight!", she exclaimed. "What do you think, Rose? Do you like the new you?"
"Gosh, Lil, I'm dumbfounded, at the image I'm seeing in the mirror. It's like there's someone else there, looking back at me. She, that gal in the mirror is almost pretty, and it's ME!!!
"Oh, Rose, you're not almost pretty, you're gorgeous. You could pass out in public, walking around tempting all the guys, and some of the girls, to want you to come home with them", she chuckled. "Seriously, we should do that, go out as two girlfriends, and see the reactions, ok?"
"No, I don't think so. This is for our private actions, not public humiliation. I don't think that will happen."
"Well, ok, honey, I understand. Maybe next time, then, when you feel more comfy with your new look. And maybe a different outfit, top and pants, instead of the dress, would be easier. I"ll think about it, and we'll see", she ended
She got our camera out, and took some pics of me, too, in various poses, acting alike a girl. "Oh, yes, Rose, that's perfect, pull the dress up, just a little more, show alittle more leg, and the wrist is great." I had posed with a limp wrist, just to give her the total effect for the camera. She took both profiles, front and back, with me looking over my shoulder, seductively.
"Ok, now I need to get dressed", she said. "I'll be back in a few minutes, if you want to go look at your stories on the pc, to "get you in the mood"....she laughed.