MartasBoy wrote: ↑Wed Feb 05, 2020 10:06 am
I was sure that I would never do anything like that.
After our bull Andre became my wife's regular, and our almost weekly Man of the House, my wife observed that my penis seemed, to her, to get erect whenever she directed me to tend to him, or service him in any way.
One day she teased me by telling Andre, "I think my husband is one of those bi boys".
She asked Andre, "Would you "do" my husband for me?" Andre said that he wasn't into sex with guys. She pleaded, "Please, will you do it for me?"
Marta said, "You could just think of him like a girl. He would probably enjoy that because, when he's home alone, he often plays dress up and pretends he's a girl. He's got a whole collection of girls dress up clothes and things". And then she said to me, "Come on sweetie, I think you'll like that? I know you like dressing up and pretending you're a girl sometimes".
I whispered to her, in a pleading voice, that I really didn't want to do this. She took that firm dominant tone in her voice and said, "I really want you to do this for me".
I was a little pissed and embarrassed that she divulged my cross-dressing to him. Andre said that it would probably help him not to feel like he was being gay, if I was dressed in girls clothes.
My wife said, "He's got a bunch of dress-up clothes and outfits in the basement. He's got shoes, and lingerie, and everything." I knew my wife knew that I played dress-up when she was gone, I didn't know that she knew about the extent of my collection. She took my hand and said, "Come on sweetie, I'll help you pick out an outfit and get dressed?
I was kind of freaked out. She grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me out of the room. I didn't say yes but, for some reason, the word "no" didn't come out of my mouth.
She stopped, and stuck her head back in the doorway to their master bedroom , and asked Andre, "How would you like him dressed?" Andre said, "The more fem the better, I guess". She took my hand and led me to the basement telling Andre that we would be back.
I was surprised to find out that she knew where all of my dress up stuff was. She picked out three different dresses and headed upstairs, saying, "Wait right here for a minute. Let me see which dress Andre thinks will look cuter on you". When she returned, she indicated that he had chosen a window pane full skirted 50s style swing dress I had purchased new from Unique Vintage. It still had the tags on it.
She picked out a pink matching bra and panty set, my garter belt, white thigh high stockings, the crinoline petticoat I purchased with the dress, and a pair of black slingback mid-heel pumps that I have in my shoe collection. She rushed me, dressing me herself. She seemed almost frantic with excitement. I heard a voice in my head screaming, "No, I don't want to do this!" but somehow I just became really passive and let her dress me. She put on a long blonde wig I have, that matches my fair hair and coloring.
When we went upstairs, she stopped by her dressing table and brushed out my wig a little. Then she got a bottle of some old perfume that had been a gift from her sister, that she never wore, because she said she found the scent too sweet for her tastes. She misted some on the back of my neck and down the back of my dress. She fluffed my wig, adjusted my silicone breast forms in my bra, and straightened my dress. Then she stopped to give me a once-over look. Then she pressed her hand against the front of my dress and felt my crotch. She gushed and laughed a little and said, "Oh sweetie! You are so turned on! I don't think I've ever felt your little penis be this hard. I was so right about this!" Then she kissed me on the neck and whispered in my ear, "It's going to be okay sweetie. I'll be there with you the whole time. You look incredible". She asked me if I was nervous, and I said I was. She's told me before that he is the biggest that she's ever had inside of her. She said, "It's natural to be nervous your first time, Sweetie. But let's be honest, I've seen the two rubber dildos you have hidden in the back of your sock drawer, and one of them is nearly as big as Andre so, in some ways, it really won't be your first time.
She led me by the hand into their master bedroom, and said, "Will this look do?" Andre, who was sitting on the bed, finishing a beer, said that it would.
She whispered in my ear, "You need to get him hard first, Sweetie". And then she asked, "Oh, I almost forgot, do you have a girl name? What do you call yourself when you play dress up, sweetie?" I told her, "Melissa". She said, "Ohhhhh, I love it! I grew up with a girl named Melissa, who lived in my neighborhood. Her dad called her Missy for short. Now get him hard, Missy".
I knelt down and sucked on Andre. When he was really hard, she asked him if that was good enough and then she took my hand and had me kneel on all fours on the bed.
Whenever Andre is really banging hard inside my wife, she gets really excited and says things like, "Oh God, you make me feel so pretty inside! Your my sexy man, make me feel pretty, make me feel so pretty. Oh yes, make me feel pretty inside".
Marta knelt on the bed near my head and stroked my hair gently. She pushed her hand against my dress and crinoline squeezed my crotch again. She whispered in my ear, "This has me so turned on Missy. And I can feel it has you really turned on as well. I think you're really going to like this. This is such a cool new thing for us. He's going to make you feel so pretty inside". She looked up at Andre and said, "Ok Andre, do it, make our girl Missy feel all pretty inside".
Andre grabbed my hips and pulled me firmly toward him , pressing himself against me. Even through my dress and crinoline, I could feel his erection pressing against my buttocks. He slowly pulled the skirt of my dress up and then the petticoat, and slipped my panties down. Marta whispered instructions in my ear of how to assist him. She instructed me to raise each knee so he could slip my panties over them, and down, and off over my shoes.
She told me how to move, and how to show that I was receptive to him. She put lube on me and Andre rubbed around on me a bit, between my butt cheeks. Marta reached down, pushed my skirt and crinoline aside, and felt my erection. She looked up at Andre, smiled, and said "She's ready".
Andre entered me slowly and gently while Marta braced me by holding my forearms. I was glad that he was gentle and went slow. Marta whispered instructions and words of encouragement in my ear. It was like she was guiding a girlfriend through her first time with a guy. It felt really wonderful that she was giving me this kind of attention. She kept calling me Melissa and Missy and it seemed strange, because I had never actually heard someone use my girl name, the one that I had thought of for myself for so long, but had never actually heard someone say out loud.
Marta instructed me to whisper softly to make my voice sound less masculine and beg him to make me feel pretty inside. There was a part of me that wanted this all to stop, and I started to yell, "Stop, I don't want to do this!" But, for some reason, the words that came out of my mouth were, "Yes yes, make me feel pretty. Yes! Make me feel pretty inside!"
He started banging harder and I could hear the rustle of my nylon crinoline and feel the scratchiness of it on the front of my thighs as he pressed me harder and finally pushed me down on the bed. I became hyper aware of all kinds of sensations. I could feel him get bigger inside of me. I could feel his massive muscular hands clamped around my waist, pulling me up from the bed, toward him, with each of his pelvic thrusts. I was aware of the scratchiness of his course pubic hair pressing against the back of my buttocks, and the rhythmic slap of his scrotum and testicles against me. He was silent, except for one point, when he sniffed the back of my neck and said, "God you smell pretty". Marta cooed in my ear, "Oh Melissa, I think we found your signature fragrance, Sweetheart".
I could feel my silicone falsies pressing against my body, feeling like real breasts. I felt my bra straps pulling on my shoulders. I felt the strap on one of my slingback pumps slide down my ankle and I felt my shoe slip off and fall to the floor. I could feel his hands pulling on either side, as he pulled me harder toward him with each thrust.
I could feel Marta gently stroking my temple, near my ear, a place that she knows is one of my erogenous zones. She was whispering softly in my ear, "Oh yes Missy, that's a good girl. Spread your legs wide, raise your ass toward him. Let him know you want him deep inside. That's a good girl. Doesn't Andre have the most magnificent cock? Don't you feel so pretty? So pretty. Yes Missy, you're a his sweet babydoll now".
I was aware of feeling the bristle of his five o'clock shadow on my neck and cheek as he nuzzled me. I could smell his scent and the beer on his breath. He was grunting softly in my ear, with each thrust. Soon I could feel him throbbing deep inside of me, and then there was the sensation of something hot bathing parts of my body deep inside, as he came. I suddenly became aware that, for some time, for how long I don't know, I had been chanting over and over again in a soft whisper, "Yes, make me feel pretty, make me feel pretty".
He collapsed on top of me and I could feel his muscular body, probably 100 pounds heavier than me, pinning me against the bed. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and in my ear, and smell the beer on his breath. Everything about him seemed more manly than anything I have ever experienced. I could feel a warm sticky feeling in front, and realized that I had come all over myself and my crinoline. He eventually rolled over and collapsed on the bed next to us.
Marta got up and retrieved my panties from the floor. She extended her hand, and motioned for me to come with her. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She got a panty liner from the drawer, peeled the strip from the back, and applied it just behind the crotch in my panties. She said, "You will want to put these on, so there isn't a mess". It was so sweet how she was taking care of me, just like a big sister.
She then whispered, "You will need to clean your man up now. Clean yourself off of him. She got two warm, wet, washcloths, one with a bit of soap, the other without, and a clean hand towel". I sat on the bed next to him, straightened my crinoline , smoothed the skirt of my dress, slipped off my other shoe, and did as she said. I knelt next to him on the bed, cleaning him as he moaned softly and appeared to almost be sleeping. Marta whispered, "Put your shoes back on. Andre finds heels sexy, and he likes us to keep our heels on when he does it. So, put your heels on in case he wants to go again".
Eventually Andre got up and got dressed, saying that he had some things to do that evening. As he went to the door, Marta whispered to me, "You need to follow him to the door and thank him for showing you a good time. We always thank our man for showing us a good time and making us feel pretty".
We both went to see him off and I thanked him for showing me a good time. He gave Marta a passionate goodbye kiss and patted me on the ass, as he turned to leave, and said, "I'll see you girls this evening". I knew, at that moment, that things had changed for me. Marta and I went to lie down and she stroked me and told me how excited she was for me to to have reached this new stage in our relationship. She told me that it really turned her on a lot. She masturbated with her vibrator while I watched. I could still feel the sensation of him having been inside of me. I could feel my panty liner getting soaked, and could feel the sticky deposit in front, on my crinoline.
For all of those years, when I used to play dress up and try and get in touch with my feminine side, I never felt as feminine as I did that afternoon. This was nearly a year ago, and it is now routine that I dress as Missy whenever Andre comes home.