A Different Kind of Cuckolded Feminized Husband
Walking into the bedroom where I’d just changed into my costume, Debra looked me over with approval. “That Little Orphan Annie” outfit is just the thing for you.
I smiled in agreement. “Thanks. It fits very well which is surprising. Since Annie was an immature girl, I don’t need to wear a bra. What a relief!”
Now it was my turn to check out my wife’s outfit. Deb is not a big busted gal, which is one of the things that drew me to her. I mean, how much tit can a guy get into his mouth anyway. Her nipples were extra large which really made for some passionate sucking. We both got off on that!
Seeing her in the Marilyn Monroe outfit she looked even sexier than the blond bombshell had looked when she was alive. While a woman’s face, and figure are important in attracting men, her personality can really make the difference. This was another aspect that drew me to Deb, back in our dating days.
Her personality! For me the combination of naiveté, shyness, and feminine helplessness that she put on so well, distracted most from the dominant woman inside.
These matched my one open and closed sides very well. Her shy girl vs my pushy masculine while her dominance vs my femme side made us perfect for each other. Few were privy to our less-seen sides.
“Ready to go?” I asked.
“As ready as ever,” she said grabbing my ass while we were walking out the door.
I put on a girlish giggle and wiggled my butt in response.
“Perfect! Just what Paul needs.” I heard her whisper to herself. Whatever could she have meant by that? We were into the car and shortly drew up to the home of our good friends, Erica and Paul. The inside and outside lights were ablaze giving the house a true party atmosphere.
Many guest had arrived before us and were milling about drinking, talking, and for some, a little flirting. Not so uncommon, though is it? Flirting, I mean. Wine, loud exuberant music, beautiful people, and the need to just let go after a stressful week at the high-pressure jobs many of us held. Even middle aged folks such as Deb, Paul, Erica, and I could feel the arousing sense that seemed more prevalent than usual.
A few hours later, the party had taken on a more mellow feeling. The level of tension I had felt upon entering seemed to have increased. I had wandered outside to stand away, and look back at the party. Through the open door, I saw Deb chatting with a three others we often met at such gatherings. What caught especially caught my eye was the hand of the Paul standing next to her. He was resting it on her left cheek with Deb either not realizing it was there or not caring, or… maybe she was enjoying it. He leaned over to whisper something in her ear. She smiled and put hand on his cheek, then he turned and left.
I was just about to take a step back toward the house. I wanted to confront Paul Slap his hand off of Deb’s bottom, when I heard a deep voice from behind me, “Hi, sexy,” it said.
Just the guy I wanted to see. The irritation I felt in witnessing Paul’s cavalier touching of my wife’s bottom, was tempered, by the sweetness of his intimate comment.
“Paul, I…” said turning to face him, but he was so close that spilled my glass of wine onto his costume. “Oops!” I said feeling suddenly clumsy at spoiling his costume and intimidated by his proximity. I used the napkin in my hand to brush away the dampness. “So sorry!”
He stood silently as I brushed, and brushed, and brushed, until looking up at his face several inches above mine. I stopped brushing, letting my hand simply rest on his chest. An overwhelming sense of desire washed over me. I felt my face blushing, betraying my deepest thoughts to him. His cryptic smile told me he understood.
I wanted to pull my hand away from his chest but he put his hand on mine holding it there. My breathing was becoming more shallow, fate had taken over. My mind was lost in a swirl of thoughts which came down to: “Run!” and “Stay!”
“Stay!” won. To make matters worse (or was it better), I felt my cock twitch. I was attracted to this man! Oh, Shit!
His hand! No longer holding it against his chest, he was pushing it downward, guiding it to a new destination. I already knew its goal and felt my cock harden further.
“Annie,” he said speaking to me, distracting my eyes from where my hand was being taken. “I’ve been watching you for a long time, wanting to meet you like this. Your costume says everything about you that I’ve long suspected and now know. You are perfect for what I need.”
He’d released my hand but I continued to move it downward until it came to rest on the large bulge in his pants. “It’s so big!” I said gazing into his eyes.
“It’s OK, Annie. Everything is alright. You’ll get used to it. I think your mouth will be the perfect fit for it.”
My hand was cupping his hardness. I gasped at his audacity. How could he? “Paul, I’m married. I can’t possibly…’
He cut off my objection by putting his lips upon mine and kissing me softly. Gradually the kiss became stronger as I kissed his mouth back until we were holding each other is the passion that only new found relationship can bring.
Moving his face back from mine but only a few inches he confirmed my own thoughts. “Yes, you can and you will. Soon all you’ll want is my cock.”
“Your cock?” I repeated and looked into his eyes. Then said it again, but more confidently this time. “Your cock!” I was breathing heavily.
“Oh, Gawd,” I wondered. “What’s happening to me?”
“Acceptance,” Paul said, putting his hands on my shoulders and gently pushing on them. “You’re accepting what you’ve wanted for so long.”
I didn’t need his hands to direct me; I knew what I had to do. “Your cock!” I whispered.
“Yes, my cock. The center of your new world.”
I was on my knees now, fumbling at the unusual arrangement of his costume’s fly. I didn’t see nor hear other foot steps behind me as Deb joined us. Those old desires suppressed from my child hood, rose to the surface, as I pulled Paul’s beautiful cock from its nest.
Taking the submissive pose, I looked upward at his eyes wanting to see his expression as I showed him the skills that were flooding back. Lapping the precum dribbling out in a continuous stream, the flavor brought back old memories. “Mmm…” I purred softly, lapping his warm, salty precum, longing for the promised treasure in his balls, knowing it would soon flood my mouth.
Hungry for more, I slid my mouth over the end of his cock. He groaned.. His hands moved to hold my head in place while he fucked my face. “Gawd, but you are good. I knew you would be.”
His hands were unnecessary for I was fully committed to sucking him off. He knew it too but as a dominant man, he felt it necessary to at least appear to be forcing me to be his cock sucking slut.
In far too short a time, he pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth. “That’s enough, annie, I don’t want to cum in your mouth. This load is special; it belongs up your pussy.”
Rising quickly, I agreed. “Yes, I want you to fill me completely.” We were both stripping off our costumes. Only the sense of becoming Annie would remain. Naked now, he led me to a place that had been prepared for our first mating. A blanket had been spread with candles at either end. This is where he would deflower me, marking my bottom as his alone.
His words distracted me from seeing our wives witnessing my conversion. “She asked to watch. I was sure you wouldn’t mind.”
Looking back at his face, I shook my head. “N.. n… no,” I agreed nervously. Deb was setting up a video camera on its tripod, aiming it and pressing the RECORD button. The little red eye staring at me was putting every second of my complete submission on tape.
She stepped forward and knelt beside me. Her soft lips felt different somehow, not like Paul’s at all. Hers were too feminine. I longed for his. When her hand reached to cup my balls, I cautioned her, “Those belong to Paul now.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. You won’t need this any longer,” she said lifting my left hand, to slip off the wedding band she’d placed there only five years ago. Walking over to Paul, she said, “Will you wear this for me since my husband doesn’t need it?” I had just been cuckolded and it felt wonderful.
He smiled and said, “Yes, you’ll be needing a man to take his place.” They kissed as Deb slipped it on his right hand.
Turning back to me, Paul knelt and held out a necklace to me. I took it from his hand to read “my name is Annie,” on one side and “i belong to Paul.”
“It’s beautiful, Paul. Yes, I accept it. Would you fasten it on me, please. I felt his fingers caress my neck as he did. “It looks good on you, honey,” he said. “Now I truly own you.” My eyes misted over, almost spilling down my cheeks into tears, I was so happy.
Now, down to the business everybody came for.
“On your back,” he ordered me. I knew what to do yet thrilled at his dominance, at taking over my every thought.
As I lay back with legs pulled up, and my hands spreading my cheeks, I saw my wife watching. He caressed my pink pucker lightly causing me to flinch. “Easy, Annie,” he said. “I won’t hurt you any more than necessary. You know that don’t you?”
“Here we go, baby,” said Paul sinking his massive dick into my hole stretching to accommodate him. “Breath fast, it’ll be easier.”
When it was over, when I ‘d been thoroughly fucked into femininity, I said, “Thank you, Paul, for seeing who I really am.”
He kissed me again. Annie spread her wings and soared.
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