Cross Dressing Husband Becomes Horny Wife’s Sissified Sex Slave

People had often said my husband was more than a little effeminate and some ex-boyfriends had nastily suggested he might even be a ‘closet gay’.

I’d ignored them – he was kind and gentle – soft spoken and extremely helpful around the house. It was rare I ever had to iron, pick up a duster or vacuum. He was by all accounts the perfect man and even the sex was good – not brilliant – but good.

I was happy – I had a fabulous job and he worked from home on the stock market and tended to do quite well. We were happy and on the eve of a planned business trip I’d held him tight – it would be the first time we’d been apart longer than a day and I was going to miss him.

‘I’ll be fine’ he’d said and made love to me with an urgency I’d never known before.

I was to have been away for 3 days but as it turned out the meetings were over quickly and I decided rather than spend yet another night in a sad little hotel – I’d go home early and surprise him. I was still tingling after the unbelievable – should I say best ever – sex we’d had the night before I’d left and the naughty girl inside of me had bought new underwear which I was now wearing.

As I stepped off the train I felt sexy and filled with anticipation of another night of rampant sex with the man I loved.

As soon as I opened the front door I sensed something. Firstly soft music – secondly a heady waft of cloying sickly sweet perfume that almost made me gag.

For a second I thought maybe our elderly neighbour had popped round for a bite to eat as she often did now living alone.

But as I opened the lounge door I saw her. A rather tall slim woman in a ridiculously short skirt, fishnet stockings and a gaudy silk blouse. She had long blonde hair was dreadfully overly made up. Talk about applying makeup with a trowel it looked like she’d used a shovel. And the smell of her perfume no I was in the same room was totally overpowering – it was awful.

I glared at her my eyes welling up with tears and I felt the rage coming. Who the hell was she..?

She looked aghast and her hands covered her face and she tried to look away.

‘Who the hell are you..?’ I screamed and rushed towards her ‘and where’s my husband..?’

She turned her back to me but I was having none of it and grabbed her by the shoulders. I’d never seen myself as jealous but she looked like a prostitute and I’d put two and two together.

I spun her around and could see she was in tears and the over use of mascara had made her look like a panda.

For a second I made to slap her hard across the face – but something made me stop and I stepped back switching on the main light.

‘Oh my God – John..?’ I said ‘what the hell is going on..? Is it fancy dress night down the pub or something..?

I waited for a reply my minds doing somersaults – but I guess deep inside something told me the truth. My husband was a cross dresser. My wonderful loving husband was a transvestite – I was mortified.

‘Hello Claire’ he or should I say she said ‘good trip..?’

I was amazed and sat on the sofa my hands covering my face as I tried desperately to think of something.

‘’I think you need a drink..’ he said and I heard him pour a scotch ‘I’ll make it a stiff one…’ he said and I still can’t quite believe it but he actually chuckled!

I took a huge glug of whisky and stared at the vision before me not daring to believe what I was seeing.

‘I have nothing in for dinner’ he said ‘I suppose it’ll have to be a takeaway – I’ll find the menus’ he made to fumble in the draw but enough was enough now and I jumped to my feet.

‘What the fuck is going on – what the hell is this..?

The tears came and he rushed towards me holding me close and rubbing my back as the sobs came.

‘Darling it’s OK – it’s still me – I just wish you hadn’t found out this way..’ he said and gently led me to the sofa.

I sat down and watched as he almost wriggled across the room – and couldn’t help but notice the flash of thigh above his stocking tops and tiny glimpse of white panties under his impossibly short skirt.

Now I’m not a lesbian – apart from a  drunken fumble once back in college – but I couldn’t help but feel a tiny little tingle between my legs at the thought of his cock under those silky panties.

He sat opposite me and as if reading my mind slowly crossed his legs the skirt riding even higher and he smiled.

‘You look so tired’ he said his voice higher than I could ever remember ‘is there anything I can do for you..?’

I looked in total bewilderment at my man dressed as a woman and looking like a cheap $10 whore.

But to this day I know not what or why – but something inside of me stirred. Our life was too perfect to lose it all over this silly little play acting of his. My mind raced as I thought about how we could stay together with this between us.

Ever the pragmatist I knew there and then splitting up was not an option. But things were going to change starting right now.

Whilst not being a pushover in life or in the bedroom I had been brought up to be a dutiful quiet wife and to accept that a man was the head of things. I’d spent my life pleasing every man I knew in every single way – but suddenly I felt a liberation I never dreamed possible.

‘What’s your name..?’ I said

‘I haven’t really got one’ he said smoothing his skirt over his thighs

‘I shall call you Toni’ I said ‘it’s sounds male but is female.’

He smiled and crossed his legs – the flash of panties sent more shivers down my thighs and I felt my pussy twitchy beautifully.

‘Forget food – I have something you can eat’ I said and opened my legs slowly.

My husband clapped his hands like a little girl and jumped to his feet positively skipping towards me.

‘Oooo I just knew you of all people would understand’ he said and crawled between my legs.

With his hands under my ass his tongue lapped at the salty dampness of my silk panties and I gripped his head hard. I pulled my panties aside and felt the hard tip of his tongue probing my cunt lips and feathering delightfully against my clit.

The orgasm took me by surprise – it came so fast and hard and overcame me leaving me a quivering wreck.

He chuckled and licked his lips, the slut red lipstick smeared and the slut inside of me came out like a devil removed by an exorcist.

I pushed him back with both feet and stood over him

‘Be gentle’ he mewed ‘don’t hurt me…’

I laughed and kicked him as hard as I possibly could in the balls. As I connected I felt this cock as hard as I’d ever known it and a wild rampant desire I’d never known before possessed me.

I pulled his silky panties down to his ankles and his cock magnificently erect and glistening with tiny drips of pre cum sprang loose making me gasp. I’d never seen it so big – so hard and I’d never wanted it so much.

But something told me no – something told me this was the first step on an erotic journey that would last for the rest of our lives.

I looked around the room and saw his leather slippers – the ones he always wore – as a man anyway. Picking one up I sat back on the sofa.

‘Across my knee’ I said and meekly he obeyed.

‘Slutty little girls need to be punished’ I said and raised the slipper high before flashing it across his bare buttocks. He moaned pitifully and I felt his cock throbbing against my thigh and raised the slipper again and again.

His ass cheeks were glowing red with welts and still I felt the need to hurt and humiliate him as he had me. But all the time the feeling of total and utter lust was surging through my body – it was wild crazy total passion.

I spotted a large glass ornament shaped like a obelisk and snatched it.

Prising open his butt cheeks I let the cold smooth glass rest there for a while and stroked his back.

‘There there’ I said remembering what an old boyfriend had said as he stuck his cock painfully into my ass

‘… just relax this won’t hurt a bit..’