The Perfect Hubby

by Sharon Masterman

 

3. Point of No Return

 

Once, Julie suggested we amuse ourselves by turning our sissy hubbies on to each other and making them put on a show for us. I loved the idea of a couple of formerly macho sissy hubbies kissing and hugging and coming on to each other for the amusement of their wives. So we went ahead with it.

We began by locking both Marc and Billy into male chastity devices -- forcing their wimpy dicks into small plastic cages that bent them down and kept them from expanding. The cages came in three colors. We chose a humiliating hot pink. What better way to show that their dicks were totally under feminine control? Our hubbies could pee with the cages on, although with some awkwardness and discomfort. But they couldn't get hard or play with themselves. The cages into which their dicks were locked kept them chaste as small boys. And only Julie and I had the keys. How empowering!

At the end of two weeks of enforced chastity our sissy hubbies were so horny they would have each fucked sheep if we'd let them! But we didn't let them. Instead I took Billy to Julie's house. I led him into a bedroom and dressed him as the sexy bimbo of Marc's dreams -- heavy makeup, 40D breast forms in a bustier, garters, black nylons, side-slit black gown, and 6-inch platform heels. I doused him with the kind of perfume that drove Marc crazy and I added a long platinum blonde wig, jewelry, long red acrylic nails, and the kind of anklet that drove Marc wild. Then I unlocked and removed Billy's chastity device.

At the same time Julie took Marc to another bedroom and dressed him as the kind of sexy glamour girl that Billy had been dreaming of since he first started jerking off. This meant making Marc wear heavy makeup and long red nails. Julie then added a 40D bullet bra with matching breast forms, a black garter belt and hose, sky-high heels, a filmy peignoir, a curly blonde wig, long dangling earrings, and a matching necklace, bracelet, and anklet. And, of course, she added a lots of his Billy's favorite perfume. After this she too unlocked and removed Marc's chastity device.

Then Julie and I took our bimbo, glamour girl hubbies by the hand and led them to the living room. It was to be an unforgettable evening of total mortification for them and vengeful fun and laughter for us.

As soon as our feminized hubbies laid eyes on each other, their sissy dicks started twitching -- and before long they were both standing at attention. After being confined in the chastity devices, our sissy hubbies couldn't resist turning on to the visage of their favorite fantasy woman -- even though they knew it wasn't really a woman at all, but another man! They tried to resist -- to turn away, to look aside, to will their throbbing erections down -- but to no avail. They stood there transfixed, sheepishly staring at each other with painfully humiliating longing.

They were so confused! On the one hand, they wanted to hug and kiss and caress and hump each other with total abandon. On the other hand, the idea of hugging and kissing and caressing and frantically humping another man was, to their mostly heterosexual minds, shameful and even somewhat disgusting. Their painfully conflicting emotions were written all over their faces. Julie and I savored their distress.

"Look how big your dick is," Julie snickered to Marc. "I've never seen it that big. It looks like you get bigger and harder for another guy -- another sissy -- than you do for me. I guess we know what that makes you!"

Julie and I laughed out loud as my ex-hubby blushed with shame. Then Julie said in a gently mocking, but authoritative tone, "Take each other's hand, darlings. Mince over to the sofa hand-in-hand and sit beside each other." Unable to resist, our sissy hubbies did as she said.

They turned bright red as they touched. Their stiff little dicks jiggled -- as if receiving an electric shock -- as they felt each other's long red nails. Then hand-in-hand our sissy hubbies girlishly minced over to the sofa and sat down. Julie and I could hardly contain our giggles as our they blushed like virgins as they shyly looked at each other and held hands like young teenagers on their first date.

"Kiss, darlings," Julie said. "Just a gentle little kiss. The kind of soft, sweet, tentative kiss a boy gives the first time he kisses a girl." Our sissified hubbies looked at each other's heavily painted lips with great longing. Then slowly, hesitantly, sheepishly, they moved their heads toward each other and gently touched lips and softly kissed. "Again," Julie said, "but be soft, gently, and oh so sweetly girlish."

Their frustration was mounting and they were doing everything they could to restrain themselves. Their hard-ons were frantically pulsating and they were still holding hands as they gently brought their heavily painted lips together and softly, shyly, girlishly kissed over and over again. They wanted to kiss even harder and deeper. At the same time, they were each aware of what they were really doing -- kissing another man's lips! -- and were deeply ashamed.

Then Julie got up and put on some soft, slow, sexy music. "How would you two lovebirds like to dance? Yes, of course. That would be cute, wouldn't it? Just like when you were thirteen. Only this time you're not dancing with a flat-chested, pimply, eighth-grader, but the hot, sexy, bosomy, glamor girl of your dreams -- the girl you hug and caress and hump in your imagination when you jerk off. So up off the sofa, darlings. Time to dance with the girl of your dreams."

Billy and Marc were so mortified! They knew they were doing something they thought shameful -- coming on to each other as sissies for the amusement of their wives. But because of the two weeks of enforced chastity, they were so horny, they couldn't help themselves. There was a part of each of them that, if given permission, couldn't resist pressing up against the other on the dance floor -- pressing against "her" body and feeling her hips and padded bosom and touching his frantically pulsating "clitty cock" to "hers."

Julie and I were fascinated as our feminized hubbies stood up and, still holding hands, girlishly minced to the middle of the room. Then they girlishly put their arms around each other's shoulders, and softly swayed to the music. At first they were still like shy adolescent virgins at their first dance -- self-consciously holding their bodies apart, trying not to touch any more of their partner than they had to (and with their huge 40D bosoms it wasn't easy!). It was so sweet. They looked into each other's eyes and the mutual longing was as apparent as was their mutual fear of going any farther.

"Kiss, darlings," Julie ordered as the first song came to a close. "This time as if you really mean it. Kiss like adults, not children."

At first the two lovebirds hesitated. They seemed to realize that if they took this next step, there would be no turning back. Their raging hormones would take them over the edge. They'd be responding to the symbols of feminine sexuality that had been imprinted into their psyches many years ago. But they'd actually be coming on to another man just as if they were gay or queer. And once they tumbled, their mutual shame and their humiliation in they eyes of their wives would never be forgotten. Still, they couldn't resist!

They sheepishly looked over to Julie and me to make sure it was okay -- that it was what we wanted, that they had our permission.

Savoring her power, Julie cruelly smiled. "Yes, darlings," she said in a gently mocking tone. "Let yourselves go. Sharon and I want you to do it. Show us what you really are -- a pair of feminized sissy sluts who accept and understand and love each other; and who want to kiss and hug and caress each other like sissy girly boys."

Within moments our hubbies painted mouths were feverishly locked love -- lips opened and tongues deeply exploring the inner resources of other's being. Julie and I giggled and laughed as the two sissies opened up to each other in an orgy of deep kissing.

Their mouths remained open to each other's thrusting tongues and sucking lips as the second song began. Julie then ordered them to resume dancing. By now, however, they had left behind the timid caution of eighth grade virgins. Unable to control themselves, each ran his hands over the other's back and fondled and caressed his girlish ass, seductively running his red-nailed fingers up the sensitive crack. They nuzzled each other's perfumed necks and felt each other up, fondling and caressing each other's huge artificial bosom.

Dancing now like horny 17-year olds, they started rubbing their entire bodies up against each other. But instead of "socking" a throbbing erection separated by four layers of fabric into a girl's pelvis, they were rubbing their large padded bosoms and hot, naked erections against each other. Granted it was shameful, wrong, and humiliating, especially in front of their mocking wives. But they couldn't help themselves. It was so exciting! They were unbelievably horny because of the two weeks in the chastity devices. And each was irresistible to the other because of the combination of makeup, perfume, jewelry, and sexy clothing "she" was wearing.

Oblivious to Julie and me and to their shame, they were soon feverishly kissing and caressing and grunting and humping and calling each other "darling" and saying they loved each other.

"Oh, Billie Jean," Marc, my ex-husband said to my current husband, "You're so pretty. I love you darling. Oh, I love you, I love you."

"Marcie, darling," Billy, my current husband said to my ex-husband, "You're gorgeous. So kissable, so sexy, so hot. I love you too."

Then girlishly moaning and squealing and caressing each other's sissy-dicks, they each shot a full load of love cream into each other's hand. Then, at Julie's command, they lifted their cum-covered fingers to each other's painted lips and licked them clean.

After this they girlishly hugged and kissed and nuzzled like women. It was quite sweet. Julie and I were both moved. Men are usually so cold and distant with other men, so reluctant to express intimacy or affection. So it was really touching to see Marc and Billy express warm feelings for each other and touch, hug, kiss, and comfort each other -- just like women.

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Dressing and coming on to each other as women was the point of no return for our sissy hubbies. It took a long time for them to come to terms with it. For weeks neither could look Julie or me in the eye. We now knew something about them -- that they'd been erotically intimate with another male -- that one else did and about which they were deeply ashamed. This made them even more vulnerable, dependent, and obedient. Men are so uptight about being considered "fags," "queers," or "homos," that Billy and Marc would do anything to keep us from telling the world about their dressing up and making out as sissies. So we now had complete control over them.

On the whole the experience has been good for them as well as amusing to Julie and me. Billy and Marc are now more intimate and openly affectionate with each other than they were before. They're more emotional, more like women. Whenever they meet, they hug and exchange girlish kisses. They hold hands and openly share their feelings about relationships and married life. They commiserate about having to do all the cooking or housework, or about being unappreciated by Julie or me, or about how they feel when we date other guys. It's sweet to see men in so touch with their feelings and able to express them. Sometimes they openly weep and then comfort each other with hugs and kisses and perfumed hankies. This kind of intimacy and emotional support is rare among males. Yet wives in traditional marriages have been offering it to each other for years. It's helped them cope with the burdens of being the submissive partner in a traditional marriage and putting up with their husbands' infidelities. It's good for male/wives as well, good for their mental health.

Whether Marc and Billy will ever "go all the way" with each other remains an open question. So far we haven't let them -- nor have we encouraged it. However Julie has suggested keeping them in the chastity devices for over a month and then dressing them like bimbos again and making them to suck and fuck each other like real T-girls. This will give them something to do, she says, while she and I are dating and fucking Real men.

But I'm not so sure. I know of many situations where traditional wives have left their domineering husbands for another woman. I'd be devastated if Billie Jean were to do this to me -- leave me for another sissy! So I plan to keep him mainly hetero, but feminine, submissive, and hopelessly dependent on a strong, domineering, alpha female like myself!.

 

 

 

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