Wife fulfilling lover's fantasy

[CalgaryBull]

Hey everyone,

I've been conversing off and on with canadianwittol, who I just call cuck, for at least 5 years now, likely longer. He has shared a number of humiliating moments with me, and with this group, but the number one incident, which is almost unbelievable involves him, his beautiful wife Alice and their now former long term Bull Ryan. The way i understand it, is Ryan is a bit of a car buff and attends show and shine events with his car, I'm not sure the model, that's not really important.

Well, one summer weekend last year, they all three attended, but only one was dressed as a man. You see Ryan had been joking with Alice to wear a sort of '50's rockabilly outfit to the event, she said it wasn't her style but then they both turned to cuck and said he could do it. So, they went shopping and found a Knee length short sleeved navy blue polka dot dress, red petticoat for underneath, navy blue lace boy short panties, a white lace bra, red scarf, and navy blue high heels with peep toes for him to wear. Alice even did cuck up in make up, and had his legs shaved below the knee, and he wore a large hat and huge sunglasses, to help ensure he wouldn't be found out, since he'd be riding in the back of the car during the show and shine parade, while his wife sat up front with the man who's been fucking her for several years.

Indeed, he rode in the front, even waved to the crowd at his wife's insistence. Then they parked for the day as car admirers came by to look at the car as sissy kept his head down and polished away, hoping noone would come to close and find out his humiliation. Cuck almost went undetected as a feminized sissy until two middle aged women came walked by towards the end of the day. One exclaimed 'Is that a man?" Upon which Alice responded, 'yes that's my husband'

He greeted the two women after his wife called him over, they wondered who's car this was, here's how cuck wrote it to me when he retold the story: '"It belongs to Ryan." Alice answered, gesturing towards him. Then, the gut-busting moment. Literally, the most humiliated I have ever felt in my entire life. Alice continued: "Ryan is my lover.""

The two women figured it out to a degree, and wished everyone well. The three of them then went out to dinner, where as cuck tells me there wasn't much of an issue, as the area where he lives is quite progressive. The night ended with Alice and Ryan in the bedroom with cuck listening from a room away, pulling on himself, until he spilled his seed , laying there, still dressed like a sissy, listening to his beloved wife being filled with another mans cock.

When I retell it, it does seem almost unbelievable, but I know it happened. I had asked cuck for a picture of him polishing that car while dressed and humiliated, but he said he couldn't bring himself to that level of humiliation. Even so, I have received other pictures of him and his beautiful wife out for drinks, where he is in a dress and feminized, (I think he may have told that story on here, if not I may do so at a later date) so I have no doubts this actually happened.

If anyone has any questions, ask away. I can answer them if cuck isn't willing to.

[8toplaywith]

Absolutely fantastic.
Thanks for sharing that.

[DannyfromAus]

Amazing! Thank you both for sharing. I am totally enjoying reading this thread. It is a real eye-opener.

[canadianwittol]

Hi CalgaryBull, thank you for letting me put you on the spot and have you tell the story as I'd intimated it to you last August.

Indeed, Calgary Bull has spoken the truth and described my most challenging and humiliating day as a cuckold.

He refers to another incident which goes back a few years, which in light of all the other humiliations I've experienced since I'd actually kind of forgotten about. As I may have mentioned before, the first time our old bull Ryan got me completely crossdressed was over a Christmas holiday we all three spent privately at our cabin. He had ordered me a "Sexy Mrs. Clause" outfit - a short red dress with white trim and instructed me to wear it on Christmas Day, which I did, for the whole day. I ate my Christmas Dinner that year sat at the table with my unfaithful wife and the man who was fucking her, wearing just that short dress and black pantyhose. At the time, I considered this the height of my humiliation.

We found ourselves spending the Easter long weekend at our cabin just four months later, and Ryan stuck to the same theme - this time having purchased for me a "bunny" outfit in honour of Easter. Like a playboy bunny with a black leotard, fishnet stockings and of course the little puffy tail for the back, cuffs, a bow tie and a hairband with the ears attached.

Later that year, he warned me that he had come up with another outfit for me for Thanksgiving. I was confused. Was he going to dress me like a turkey? What's a Thanksgiving outfit, anyway?

This is Canadian thanksgiving which happens during the month of October. Well it turns out that what he'd got me was a Bavarian "Oktoberfest" outfit - a costume version of a German dirndl - a short, frilly dress with puffed sleeves and a little apron on the front. It came with knee high socks with frills around the tops of them and a white petticoat to make the skirt fill out. As at Christmas, I wore this humiliating ensemble during our Thanksgiving dinner together. To my surprise, the following morning (Thanksgiving Monday in Canada) he asked me to put it on again. I was surprised since we'd be leaving soon for home to return to work on Tuesday but he said just wear it until we go. So I put it on and began putting everything away going through our routine of locking up the cabin.

When it was time to go, he said why not wear it for the trip home? You're going to be sitting in the back of the car anyway, what difference will it make? So I did; although little did I know that the trap was set.

The drive itself was uneventful - Ryan drove, Alice was next to him up in the front passenger seat, and I was seated in the rear in my frilly dress, feeling some sense of shame that I was being chauffeured by the man who had fucked my wife all weekend.

We drove about an hour and a bit before finally arriving very close to the ferry terminal where we'd get on the boat home, when he suddenly stopped at a craft brewery which is located on a farm. They were advertising Oktoberfest beers and he said why not show off your outfit? Nobody knows you here, everyone will think you're just having some good fun or maybe lost a friendly bet.

I was horrified. Absolutely not would I be reduced to appearing as a complete sissy in public. I was NOT going. We have to wait for the ferry anyway, he retorted. You two go in. I'm staying here.

Go in they did. And stay in the car I did. I was feeling very conflicted. We'd had a great, fun weekend (I did very much enjoy all the cuckolding) and my tantrum was ending it on a sour note. At the same time though - wasn't my outrage justified? Is it reasonable to expect me to wear a frilly dress like a complete sissy in a public establishment? Calgary Bull has seen the outfit, and maybe he will disagree but objectively I would say I looked like a fool.

Alice came back to the car to tell me that it was OK, she totally understood if I didn't want to come inside. But that if I did, she promised everything would be OK. There was no way anyone in there would make a problem of it. We live in a very liberal area, so rationally I knew that was true, but I was still struggling with the thought that I'd willingly make a fool of myself. Ryan came out to talk to me as well and say look, I know this got sprung on you and you don't have to join us if you don't want, it's totally cool. But we're going to stay in there a bit longer.

The more I sat there the more ridiculous I felt. Making a big deal out of something that probably didn't have to be a big deal. Plus the car was hot and stuffy. And I, not them, was the one leaving things on a sour note, behaving like a little girl having a tantrum in a frilly dress. Maybe I was the one being ridiculous: here I am saying, in effect, that I'd like to be cheated on all weekend, sleeping in the next room while this guy fucks my wife all weekend, but wear an effeminate costume? No, that's where I'm drawing the line!!

I cautiously opened the door and prepared to make my public debut. I marched directly into the Brewery to sit with my wife and her lover, who were ecstatic that I'd changed my mind and decided to accept the humiliation. I sat with them and they both complimented my bravery. Indeed, nobody had any disparaging comment to make; most people in fact failed to take any notice of me at all. I even went up to the bar to retrieve the next round and bring them back to our table to serve my wife and her lover.

Not long after we were back on the ferry. Earlier in my head I'd assumed that at this point I'd probably change back into my male clothes in the back of the car, but at this point I didn't even really care. When we had finally returned to town, only a few blocks from where we live, Ryan suggested that we all get one more nightcap together in a trendy little bar in a casino close to us. And so, I made my second public appearance of that night, dangerously close to home. Again, nothing happened, just me, my wife and her lover enjoying a drink.

When we left, to rub the salt in a little more, Ryan had me pose for a few photos out front. One standing in front of the fountain in front of the. place, another doing a curtsey for him and a third leaning over a handrail to flash a glimpse of my pink panties.

I didn't even change upon getting back to our building. It had been such a long day with so much humiliation and was by now so late that even if we did run into one of our neighbours in the elevator, I was long past caring. We all went up to our condo together with me still wearing my dress. Once inside, Ryan fucked my wife again.

Hey everyone,

I've been conversing off and on with canadianwittol, who I just call cuck, for at least 5 years now, likely longer. He has shared a number of humiliating moments with me, and with this group, but the number one incident, which is almost unbelievable involves him, his beautiful wife Alice and their now former long term Bull Ryan. The way i understand it, is Ryan is a bit of a car buff and attends show and shine events with his car, I'm not sure the model, that's not really important.

Well, one summer weekend last year, they all three attended, but only one was dressed as a man. You see Ryan had been joking with Alice to wear a sort of '50's rockabilly outfit to the event, she said it wasn't her style but then they both turned to cuck and said he could do it. So, they went shopping and found a Knee length short sleeved navy blue polka dot dress, red petticoat for underneath, navy blue lace boy short panties, a white lace bra, red scarf, and navy blue high heels with peep toes for him to wear. Alice even did cuck up in make up, and had his legs shaved below the knee, and he wore a large hat and huge sunglasses, to help ensure he wouldn't be found out, since he'd be riding in the back of the car during the show and shine parade, while his wife sat up front with the man who's been fucking her for several years.

Indeed, he rode in the front, even waved to the crowd at his wife's insistence. Then they parked for the day as car admirers came by to look at the car as sissy kept his head down and polished away, hoping noone would come to close and find out his humiliation. Cuck almost went undetected as a feminized sissy until two middle aged women came walked by towards the end of the day. One exclaimed 'Is that a man?" Upon which Alice responded, 'yes that's my husband'

He greeted the two women after his wife called him over, they wondered who's car this was, here's how cuck wrote it to me when he retold the story: '"It belongs to Ryan." Alice answered, gesturing towards him. Then, the gut-busting moment. Literally, the most humiliated I have ever felt in my entire life. Alice continued: "Ryan is my lover.""

The two women figured it out to a degree, and wished everyone well. The three of them then went out to dinner, where as cuck tells me there wasn't much of an issue, as the area where he lives is quite progressive. The night ended with Alice and Ryan in the bedroom with cuck listening from a room away, pulling on himself, until he spilled his seed , laying there, still dressed like a sissy, listening to his beloved wife being filled with another mans cock.

When I retell it, it does seem almost unbelievable, but I know it happened. I had asked cuck for a picture of him polishing that car while dressed and humiliated, but he said he couldn't bring himself to that level of humiliation. Even so, I have received other pictures of him and his beautiful wife out for drinks, where he is in a dress and feminized, (I think he may have told that story on here, if not I may do so at a later date) so I have no doubts this actually happened.

If anyone has any questions, ask away. I can answer them if cuck isn't willing to.

[venus-can99]

Very interesting retelling of the Thanksgiving, Christmas & Easter tales CW. You are a brave soul for getting dressed in the costume that Alice and Ryan wanted you in.

[Long Lurker 34]

CW - How well, at the time of the Thanksgiving affair being in public did you "pass" for being female? For that matter are you better at passing now? Or it doesn't matter what you do you will never pass.

[canadianwittol]

I am actually a fairly slight of build, thin guy who could pass as a woman if he put the effort into doing so, but keep in mind that the feminization part of this was never my idea. I have no ambition to pass for a woman.

So during the Thanksgiving incident, I did not pass at all. On the contrary, I was very clearly a grown man wearing a short frilly dress. Calgary Bull has seen the photos, both inside of and out front of the hotel/casino.

The following summer we went out for drinks to a place in Victoria, BC for which purpose Alice had assembled for me, at Ryan's direction, a white women's jumpsuit for me. As she put that outfit together for me she had suggested that maybe I needed a wig. Ryan objected. He said no, that defeats the whole purpose. His goal wasn't to make me pass as a woman in public, it was to humiliate me.

And so, there I was again the next summer, this time with a more androgynous look but still a grown man in a white women's jumpsuit and high heels. To make matters worse, I made what my wife told me later was an amateur mistake in women's fashion, although I didn't know any better. I had assumed that since it was a white jumpsuit that I would get the maximum amount of discretion wearing white underwear with it. Wouldn't that be sensible? After all, wouldn't dark underwear show through more easily?

I can't explain why it doesn't work that way, only that I now am aware that it doesn't. As we were walking towards the Fernwood Inn, my wife laughed that my white thong panties and white bra could be seen straight through the jumpsuit as clear as day. At least by the time we were sitting down in the bar nobody would have noticed my panties but my bra was totally visible. Ryan was delighted that I had unwittingly brought this additional humiliation on myself.