Well, that night, and then the following day, I spent, entirely as a woman, dressed, in whatever my wife wanted: ie...panties and bra, or nightie, or a sexy dress, or a slip....basically whatever she wanted. We engaged in two more totally mind blowing sex acts, where she again, fucked me senseless, me cumming twice, each time, and again, without ever touching my rock hard cock. She had me in such a trance, with her jutting cock, in my pussy, that I'd done anything she wanted, at the time, to get more. She knew the right "button" to push, with that phallic monster, as it rubbed, massaged, and even pounded my prostate, to a point of shear, utter, bliss.....commencing with my orgasms! I still can't explain, or begin to understand how she knew, but, I'm so glad she had the insight to see me for the sissie I am, and take full advantage of her knowledge.
For the next few weeks, more like a month, I guess, we "played" only on weekends, therefore during the week, I was the "man" in the picture, but, was told to abstain from any sex. Oddly enough, though, I never tried to complete the original scenario, me fucking her ass. The idea, just never worked for me, after that first weekend.
During the week, she had told me I could wear anything I wanted, whether it be to work, or around the house, or shopping, or whatever activity I'd be involved in. She left me some panties, slinky/stretchy camis, (my favorite), a few bras, multiple sleeping nighties, garter belt/hose, or crotchless panty hose, and the sweet smelling bath oil beads, to use anytime I wanted, also. She did make it clear though, that we'd only have our "girl sex" on sat/sun, so, if I wore the fem things thru the week, it would be for my own enjoyment, not for her. I have to tell you, I must have tried on every item, that first monday morning, debating what I "could" wear, and get away with at work. I loved the feel of the panties, so, they were a must. The cami was just soooooooo sensual, I had to figure a way to wear it, too...oh, ok, shirt, then a sweater, or my sports jacket/suit coat, as it was still chilly. Now, about the hose....hmmmmmm, not today, but, maybe later on.
So, for the rest of the week, I wore panties, and a cami to work, every day, loving the sensual feeling, but, also a little leerie, as I didn't want to get caught there, with my girlie things on. I had to be a little careful, in the mens room, but, so far, all is well. One day, I wore my crotchless panty hose, too...so soft and smooth, on my totally shaved legs. I still wore socks, of course, but, the feeling was wonderful.
One day, after a few weeks, I had on just my shirt over the cami, in my office, with my sport jacket hangin up. A coworker came in, saying, "Hey, let's go get some lunch", slapping me on the shoulder. He brought his hand back to my shoulder, feeling the thin straps of the cami, and said, "What's this?
"Oh, it's a new tshirt, I'm trying out", blushing and looking down, as I responded with a ridiclous lie.
"Oh, ok", he said. I could sense, however he didn't believe me, but, didn't say anymore.
All thru lunch, kept eyeing my chest area, trying to see what the new tshirt looked like. Finally after we'd finished, he said, "I'd love to see that new tshirt, Ross, as I've been looking for a new style too."
Now, there's no way I'm going to let him see this one, as it had little light pink roses on it, giving away it's true gender. So, I had to squirm out of this, but, really didn't know how. I finally said, "Well, maybe another time, Sam, as I'm not really feeling very well, today."
"Ok, yes, maybe another time", he said with a wink, and a smile. "I need to use the mens room, be right back", he announced, getting up, and leaving. Oh, my, I thought, that was a close one. I really had to go too, but, sure wasn't going in there with him. He's already very suspicious, so, there's now way I'm going to give him any more opportunity to find out my secret. My cock was starting to stir, too, totally shocking me. Why? We left, with no more mention of my underwear.
The next weekend, this must have been weekend 3 of our fun times, she wanted to try something a little different, with me being her girlfriend, only in the bathtub. I thought, sure, as I loved to take baths, now, as it made it much easier to shave my legs and pubes. She said, "Get in the tub, Rose, but don't start the water yet. I would like to try something with my new girlfriend, that I've always wanted to do, sort of another fantasy of mine. Are you ok with that?
"Sure honey, anything you'd like will be fine", I said, getting in the tub, sitting and waiting for her. She got in the tub, staddled my head, and face, and said, "I'd just love to pee on you. It'll make me so happy. Is it ok, Rose? I'll fuck you good, when we're done."
I looked up, in both shock and excitement, as she spoke. "UH, I'm not sure about that. I've never done anything with pee before, never even thought about it, honestly", I said.
"Well, it's always been a fantasy of mine, and I'd love for you to try it, ok?" she querried.
I figured I can always wash it off, in the tub, so, what's the big deal. "Ok, you can pee on me," I said, looking up at her smiling face.
"MMMMMM, great baby. Now look at me, ok? Keep your eyes watching me, as I let it out slowly." I saw her lips open just a bit as I was hit in the face with her golden stream. "Look at me Rose", she said. I continued looking up at her eyes, as she let out more and more covering my entire upper body. My face was soaked, and my tongue shot out to clean my lips, when I realized that I was licking up piss. I was shocked at the unusual taste, not bad, just different, a little salty, but, ok. She saw me and said, "Want a real taste, bitch?" Oh, my what could I do now? I'm on my knees, with my face directly under her pissing pussy, and she wants me to drink it.
"Well?" she almost yelled. "Do you want to drink some right from my pussy? Do you want to put your mouth over my pissing pussy, and slurp on me till I'm finished peeing in your little bitchy mouth?" Oh, man, the dirty talk is always my downfall, as I lean in, and cover her beautiful snatch with my mouth, tasting her liquid gold, as it floods my mouth.
"Oh, girlie, you are doing it. Now, swallow, bitch, don't waste any." I of course did as she ordered, and swallowed every drop, hoping to get more. I had become hooked, I think, after just one time. I loved it. I even craved more....how sick is that? At that point I didn't care, all I wanted to do was to please her, and this was an added bonus. After she had finished pissing, I kept my mouth on her swollen lips, and proceeded to eat her out to a fantastic orgasm. I have always loved the smell and taste of her, and this was the icing on the cake, as they say.
"Thank you, Rose", she sighed. "Did you like my piss? You looked so cute there, on your knees, looking up at me, while my piss rushed all over you. And when you put you mouth on me, and slurped it down, I thought I would have an orgasm right then. You made me feel so good, baby", she cooed.
"Yes, maam, I did enjoy it. The taste was ok, but, the thrill was wonderful. I'm so glad you liked it, too", I smiled at her.
"Well, good, girlie, cause I'd love for you to be my private urinal, from now on. That way I won't have to leave the bed, at all, and we can play longer. Would you like that? You'll learn to love the taste, too, I'm sure. Just like the need to get used to fine wines, you'll adjust your taste buds to my piss. Does that make you excited, knowing I'm going to piss in your mouth, whenever I want? So, whenever I call you, you'll come to me, get down on my pussy, and suck out all that sweet golden nectar, that you love, right?"
"Yes, dear, I will. I'll be happy to be your urinal. It would be my pleasure." Ok, here we go again, as she's using her lovely tasty, cunt, to lure me to drink her piss....but, I'll do it gladly, as I crave her juices.
She told me to go to the bedroom, get on the bed, on my hands and knees, and wait for her. I knew what was coming so, gladly did as she said. "Oh, my girlie, you're all ready for my cock, aren't you? You sure do like my cock fucking that tight little pussy of yours, don't you? MMMMMM, feels so good, as I watch your little pucker open up, for my cock, making you a slut, a bitch, to be used as I want. Oh, my, you do love it, don't you?"
"Oh, god, yes, I do. Please fuck me, please make me cum," I moaned back at her, as she thrust that beautiful plastic cock deep in my love tunnel, making me scream with pain and pleasure at the same time. The pain, of course, gave way, quickly to that wildly erotic fire in my pussy, that only a hard cock could extinguish. She was so good at using that phallic monster, too, knowing just when and where to apply the correct pressure, sending me further into the depths of that burning blaze of sexual heights.
"When you cum, Rose, from me fucking your pussy, I want you to catch it in your hand, and don't lose any of that precious fluid, " she moaned.
OH, baby, I thought, what now? But that thought left me in a few seconds, as my cock began shooting it's milk. I brought my hand up, quickly, and shot directly into my palm, screaming out with joy, thru the entire orgasm. "Now, Rose, you will need lick up your juices, bitch. Clean your hand with your tongue."
Again, I did exactly as she said, and began licking up my own love juice, finding it to be a little salty, but otherwise warm and tasty unlike licking it from the bed sheets. We had swapped a little of our cums before but, I never drank it directly, or as close to directly as one can get, and sort of liked it. I liked it when I would cum in her mouth, or pussy, and then I'd taste it "second hand" , so, this wasn't all that different, just a little stronger taste.
"MMMMM, Rose, did you like the taste of cum? I bet you did, as you licked up every drop. I knew you would, though. All, girlie sluts, like cum. Just think, girlie, you can have as much cum to eat, as you want. All I have to do is fuck it out of you", she said, almost laughing.
So, from then on, anytime my wife needed to pee, she'd call me to her, to get on my knees in front of her, and attach my mouth to her cunt lips, as she let go with her golden waste. Occasionally, she'd be laying down, or just sitting in a chair, and she'd beckon me to her, taking down her pants/shorts, panties, whatever she'd be wearing and drink her fluids as she watched, smiling, and patting my head, saying, things like "Ah, good sissy, I love you being my personal urinal, bitch", or "suck it out, like the sissy you are," or "do you like being my piss sissy? Do you like being my girlie piss drinker?"
Again, please understand, here, I loved the humiliation, the dirty talk, and must admit after a while, loved the taste of her pee, wanting to drink/taste it whenever I could. It was from "her", so, there was some very strong value there. She was becoming my "master", so to speak, using her very strong psychological talents, to win over my submissive side. There was definitely a dom/sub relationship brewing between us. It's a slow process, but, the process was very deliberate, very powerful, and very fulfilling, for both of us, as it turns out.