The Sissy Cuckold Husband’s Discovery

I know you felt that twinge of jealousy, when you found out that not only was I fucking someone else, but I was letting him do something to me I would never allow you to. The worst part is that you had to hear it from someone else. Riding the train home from work, of all places. That man wouldn’t stop staring at you, and then he finally spoke. “You’re Bob, right? Brighton’s husband?” Your face went blank, “I’m sorry?” you replied, confused.  The man just smiled, licking his lips, just as the train was pulling into the station. As he turned to exit the open train doors, he looked at you and said, “your wife has an amazing ass, man,” laughing and shaking his head, “and she loves when I fuck it.” He was still laughing, as he got off the train, leaving you red faced and humiliated, with all of the other riders staring at you.

Coming To Terms

It wasn’t easy, after you came home, flustered and so badly shaken from your train incident, on the way home. What made it worse was that smug look of knowing I wore across my face, almost as if I knew exactly what your were going to say, and didn’t care. “You.. you let another man have anal sex with you?!” you stammered, on the verge of tears. That’s right, dear husband, I let another man fuck my ass. I know, I always used to give you the excuse, that I didn’t like it, or that it hurt. The truth is, I love anal sex…sometimes. It’s a thrill for me to see how much of that cock I can take, and it makes my pussy gushing wet, when I feel the sensation of my ass being filled.  An experience I could never have with your boring, shriveled up cocktail weenie. I look at your shocked expression, and smile. I know you couldn’t possibly fathom – in your naivete – that your pathetic Thumbalina pecker wasn’t enjoyable. But don’t worry, there is something you can do for me, that I will enjoy.

Suck The Cum Out Of My Ass

Your eyes grow wide after hearing this revelation, as I stand up, and turn around with my back to you, pulling up the black wrap dress I was wearing, and pulling my thong to the side. I look back over my shoulder, grinning at you, and there isn’t anything left to be said. You drop to your knees, whimpering and blubbering, “I’ll do anything, just please don’t leave me,” you beg. Crawling across the floor until you’re face to ass, with my buttcrack. I snap my fingers, and you obediently bury your face between my cheeks, worshiping my ass, licking and probing for that creamy cum surprise.

You’re A Pussy And You Know It

After you finished sucking all of the semen creampie out of my ass, it was clear to both of us that our relationship was about to change completely. No, I won’t divorce you, darling husband, but let’s face it: You’re a pathetic, little dick pussy, and your role as the man of the house just isn’t going to cut it anymore. From this point forward, you are my sissy cuckold husband. You are only allowed to wear men’s clothing when you go to work, but would a sissy cuckold husband actually wear boxers, like a real man? No. You have to wear frilly sissy panties underneath your man clothes, as a reminder of your inadequate penis. And speaking of that, you will also wear a cock cage, at all times, and you will not be permitted to cum very often… if I let you cum at all.

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