My marriage has been a long-suffering affair. I’m not the most forceful or demonstrative of men and my wife had often chided me for it. We more or less did what she decided what we were doing and, of course, our sex life was included in that. It's not that I resented it, I didn’t. I was happy that she took control so I didn’t have to. By and large, this worked for me and I thought for her as well.

However, recently my wife had become more impatient with me and often belittled me if I didn’t do things right. Once she gave me grief for not having a word with the window cleaner about the streaks he’d left on the upstairs windows. We were in the kitchen and she was sorting out clothes from the tumble dryer as she was chastising me about it when suddenly she threw a pair of her panties at me, called me a wimp and told me to wear them the following day.

I thought she was joking and had said it in annoyance at my lack of courage regarding the window cleaner. But as I tossed them back to her she returned them to me with even more force and said she meant what she’d said and to go and put them in my underwear drawer and wear them the following day.

For a quiet life, I did what I was told to do and put them in with my own underwear hoping she would have forgotten about having to wear them the following day. The next morning I made my wife her usual cup of tea and we had our usual chit chat and I went for my shower. Returning to the bedroom to get dressed I started to put my normal underwear on when she suddenly leapt out of bed and slapped my bottom so hard it stung. She screamed at me to put the panties on as she instructed the day before.

With my own underwear removed I held up these pale blue panties with lace around the waist and legs and she continued to insist I wore them. Tentatively I put them on and although they were a little tight around my groin area they felt light and very smooth. My wife then made me stand in front of the mirror to look at myself wearing nothing but the lacy panties. What can I say? I suddenly felt sexually excited and my cock started to swell.

On seeing this, my wife laughed at me and mocked me for being a sissy and claiming that I had found my true destination as a “Sissy Boy Wimp”. She then flicked my cock as it was reaching its full length and insisted that I put my work clothes on over my erect cock wrapped in the pair of pale blue panties and warned me that she expected me to be still wearing them when I got home.

Throughout the day I was in a state of excitement and bewilderment. I hadn’t expected to feel sexually aroused by wearing them, but I was. I found myself not using the urinal at work but the cubicle. This was for two reasons, one was I didn’t want any of my work colleagues to know or catch a glimpse of me wearing panties but the other one was I felt the need to sit down and pee just like all ladies do.

I’m embarrassed to say that I did do that throughout the day and enjoyed the sheer naughtiness of it. My wife was trying to punish me but what she did was to awaken something in me that had long been dormant. Secretly I hoped she would scold me again and make me wear another pair tomorrow.

At home, I was met by a stern wife who insisted that she be there when I got changed out of my work clothes. Once again I was to take everything off but the panties and stand in front of the mirror and again catching sight of myself in them I started to become erect again. Instead of flicking my cock she felt and stroked it but she still continued to called me a Sissy Boy Wimp and commented on the amount of hair I had around my groin area.

She said she wanted to see much less of it by tomorrow and tossed another pair of panties my way to wear the following day. This time I didn’t throw them back at her but took them to the bathroom with me so I could lose some of my pubic hair. When I thought I’d cut enough off I tried on the panties she had given me. They were a white lacy pair that were almost see-through and it quickly became apparent that I hadn’t cut off enough. So there was only one thing more I could do about it and with the help of shaving gel and a fresh razor I removed it all.

It’s funny but my cock rose up to watch what I was doing. I was so turned about the whole thing. Having tried on the panties again I was satisfied with the result and I left the bathroom wearing just the panties to show my wife. I had, by this time managed to control my cock and presented myself before her.

She still called me a Sissy Boy but her tone had changed and her hand stroked my nether regions over the panties and she examined the baldness below my waist. It seemed to please her as she smiled and continued to fondle my lovely white panties.

Yes, I know. I did get more and more pleasure from wearing them and my growing erection was evidence of it. Eventually, she stopped and told me to calm down, take myself to the bedroom and remove the panties for tomorrow. Nothing more was said that evening.

The following morning I didn’t need telling to wear the white panties. My wife inspected that I had them on and once satisfied that I had, she told me not to be late coming home from work or there would be trouble. I didn’t really care as long as I could carry on wearing the panties. Having discovered that I liked it, and having my wife’s permission to wear them was very liberating. I went off to work with a smile, taking every opportunity to sit down and pee again throughout the day.

I arrived home from work smiling, though five minutes late due to traffic congestion and was met with a hairbrush hitting me on my bum a couple of times and her admonishing me for being late. I was then ordered to shower and wear whatever was on the bed. With a red mark on my bum, I did as requested and showered and then went into the bedroom to see what panties I would be wearing the following day.

On the bed were two items of clothing, a lovely pair of cream lacy panties and a matching slip, as I found out later what it was called. I put them on and again got a tingling sensation in the cock area and had to try very hard to control it before I presented myself to my wife.

When she saw me she tutted and said it wouldn’t do and I was ordered back to the bathroom to remove my upper body hair as well. To make sure I did it right she followed me in and watched while I shaved and showered again. She said I might as well shave my legs too while I was at it and I left the bathroom hairless apart from what was on my head and sporting a very erect cock which my wife paid absolutely no attention to at all.

With the slip and the panties on I was allowed to go downstairs but I had to spend the whole evening with them on.

Needless to say every time I looked down at what I was wearing my cock twitched and grew. My wife then told me that I was not to touch myself without her permission but she did say that because I had done everything asked of me by her that I could relieve my aching cock but I was not to get any mess on the slip.

She wanted to see me cum over the panties I had been wearing during the day, so off to the bedroom where I was encouraged to carefully remove my slip and matching panties and lie on the bed and masturbate with the panties wrapped around my cock. Never having done anything like that before I was nervous with my wife watching and couldn’t cum.

She began to call me names again like Sissy Boy and Useless and a poor substitute for a man and to get on with it. So I started wanking as hard as I could and through the tirade of abuse, I came and soaked the black lacy pair of panties. Catching my breath and opening my eyes I could see that my wife was breathing hard and had her hands on her groin area and must have been helping herself while I was doing the same.

Embarrassed, I got up and went to wash the cum off the panties and when I returned there was a feminine-looking nightie lying on the pillow on my side of the bed. It was pink and sheer with little white lacy bows sewn on it. I didn’t need telling that I was supposed to wear it so I put it on, gave my wife a twirl and got into bed. Nothing more was said about what had happened during the course of the evening and we both went to sleep.

The following day I was given a new pair of panties to wear. These were lemon coloured and were extremely light and almost see thru. It didn’t feel like I had any on at all.

Work was hard to concentrate on as the events of the last few days kept coming into my head especially what had happened the previous evening. I’d never known my wife to be so sexually forward like that. Where had all this come from? To be honest I didn’t care. I was enjoying my new role and after years of marriage, all this made a refreshing change to my sex life.

The following two days brought much the same as the previous day’s. I had to present myself to my wife every time she gave me something new to wear. She would then fondle and stroke me over the panties but would not allow me to reach out and touch her. Apparently, I had to wait until the weekend.

The following Saturday arrived and I was ordered to accompany her into town to go shopping. This was not the normal thing I would do on a Saturday but that day was different. If I’d known why before, I would have been more compliant and not sulked. But off to town I reluctantly went to be dragged around clothes shops. It took a while for the penny to drop that what we bought was for me. At this point, I took a lot more interest.

I was allowed to pick my own panties but my wife picked the rest. When I say the rest, it dawned on me that I was to be fully dressed as a lady. A skirt and blouse were bought for me alongside a bra and stockings. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this turn in my life. Wearing panties was one thing but going the whole hog was quite another.

In order to convince me, she promised me sex. It would be sex like I’ve never known. After twenty-seven years of marriage, I’m sure I would have known about it. So half worried and half excited I carried the shopping back to the car and drove home and wondered how this was going to play out.

At home the shopping was brought in but not unpacked. Instead, my wife opened a bottle of wine and poured two large glasses and we had a toast to an evening she said I will never forget. Nervously I clinked glasses with her and drank the wine while she vaguely explained some of the things that were going to happen to me. I was to go for a shower and to meet her in the bedroom after it.

Scrubbed within an inch of my life and any hair stubble removed I went naked to the bedroom where my wife was waiting for me. She began by moisturising my skin with quite a strong and pleasant-smelling cream. Her strokes were long and sensual and all the time she was purring and I could tell that she was getting more and more excited. She then messed about with my hair which had some length to it but not a hippie look. By the time she had finished with it, I had a style she called a pixie cut.

I’d never seen anything like it from her before. Where had she been hiding this side of her nature? To be honest I, once again, didn’t really care, I was wrapped up in this newly found sexuality and interested only where it took me.

It initially took me to the dressing table and a seat in front of it where my fingernails and toenails were painted a soft and creamy red. My cock stood to attention throughout this and my wife gave it an occasional stroke, something she has rarely done before, and I’m sure it was to keep me onside for what I now suspected was going to happen. She then selected a pair of panties for me and I squeezed my very erect cock into them. I’m used to this now, having worn them nearly all week but the next item of clothing shocked me! It was a bra.

It had some kind of padding in it and she helped me into it. I have to confess that I was a little uncomfortable about it but my wife made me put on the blouse quickly so I couldn’t change my mind, not that she’d have let me or that I wanted to. Next came the stockings which held themselves up. The outfit was a dark cream blouse with fussy bits and an A Line tartan green skirt and when I looked at myself in the mirror I felt I was the kinkiest man alive.

With the aid of a little makeup and some clip-on earrings, my outfit was complete except for shoes. From the wardrobe, my wife produced a pair of fluffy mule-type slippers and I was just about able to squeeze into them. I was then ordered downstairs and told I would have to stay like this for the rest of the day.

It took a bit of getting used to but plied with plenty of wine I relaxed into it and all the time my wife is constantly touching and stroking me in my outfit but still calling me a Sissy and a Wimp. More wine and then food.

I was made to wash up while she said she wanted to change. Five minutes later while I was still at the sink both my bum cheeks were being grappled and stroked by her. I felt my skirt being lifted and her hands exploring under it. After a minute or so of that she reached up and clasped my bra as she pushed her thigh into my rear. This was way beyond anything I’d experienced before.

My wife was turned on by me being dressed as a woman and she was coming on to me. When I was eventually able to turn around my wife was wearing one of my shirts. That and a pair of panties were the only thing she was wearing. Because of its size, it covered her like a nightie and stopped just above her knee. She leaned forward and kissed my lips. Lipstick to lipstick. Wow! Her hand then went up my skirt and I’m genuinely shocked that I’m in the middle of a role reversal and that I have, in effect, just had my gender swopped.

I know I’ve already said that I’m quite submissive but this was far beyond anything I could have imagined. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go that far but my cock definitely did. It strained at the panties and wanted to get out. My wife had taken total charge of me now and I’m led up the stairs and made to take off the skirt and blouse and lie on my back on the bed.

My legs, at this point, were pushed aside and spread wide while she knelt between them and began to lick and kiss the top of my legs between the stocking tops and my panties. My erection was as hard as I’ve ever known it and she began to lick it too through the panties. Her rough tone had completely changed. Instead of calling me a Sissy Boy Wimp, she started purring and telling me how beautiful I was between the kisses and licks.

The next thing I knew, my padded bra was being fondled and stroked. My nipples were securely hidden behind the padding and I should have had no sensation of them being stroked but I did get pleasure from it. I suppose it was the thought that I was being treated as a female and the uniqueness of it that excited me. Whatever was next!

What was next, was my wife laying fully on top of me and thrusting her hips into mine. She kept this rhythm going for quite a long time and it was easy to tell that she was getting more and more excited. She wasn’t the only one. Her thrusting rhythm was having an effect on my cock too and when my wife convulsed and squeezed down on it harder I felt myself go into orgasm too.

As she was thrusting down I was thrusting up and my cock which had started to orgasm was squashed between us and my cum was finding it very difficult to get out. This had the effect of sustaining the orgasm and made it more intense. When my wife eventually moved, it all flowed out like a river, well maybe not a river, but a good amount and soaked both our panties.

A couple of minutes after our intense thrusting my wife got up off me, removed her own wet panties and looked down on my wet and cum soaked ones and threw hers at me told me to make sure they came back clean but before I did I was to clean her up with my mouth. So still wearing my cum soaked panties I went down on her and lapped up all the juices that had seeped out. By the time I had finished my face was soaked but I loved it.

I’ve always enjoyed giving my wife oral sex. She always got a lot of pleasure from it but it wasn’t very often reciprocated, but it always seemed to make her happy and if she was then I was. So after a shower and clean underwear, I’m sent back to the kitchen to make dinner and open another bottle of wine and I was informed that there is more to come later.

The “later” happened when we’d finished another bottle of wine though I think I drank most of it. My wife began stroking my stocking-covered legs and reaching up to the top of the stockings and then stroking my bare thighs. I’d had enough alcohol to be more relaxed about the whole thing and started to enjoy the role reversal. This hands up my skirt thing was really turning me on, especially when my wife kissed me and told me how lovely I was. I really started to enjoy playing the part.

After a great deal of fondling and groping and both of us as sexually excited as we could be, I was told that whatever was going to happen to me was going to happen anyway. With that, she left the room and a few minutes later reappeared, stark naked, and wearing a strap-on dildo. The sight of a pair of tits and a cock together was mesmerising especially as they bounced and swung with every step she took walking over to me.

Standing in front of a very shocked husband she gyrated the dildo in front of me, slapping me on the sides of my face with it and urging me to suck it like the Sissy Boy I was. Secretly I had wondered in the past what it would be like but when it came to it I shied away until she manoeuvred it so it touched my mouth and she demanded I take it.

As my mouth opened she gently pushed the cock into my mouth. It took about five seconds to get used to it before I started to like the feel of it being gently pushed in and out of my mouth. I think my wife realised I was enjoying the sensation because she started to speak to me like I was a cock hungry slut and telling me how much I was liking it. She was right. I really was enjoying the sensation of being feminine and she was enjoying her new role as she caressed her tits while she was thrusting towards me.

As I got into the role more I started to lick and suck the dildo. I even grabbed my wife’s hips and pulled and pushed them so that it was like her doing that to my mouth. I even found myself pushing her hips away enough so that the cock left my mouth and I grasped it and gave it a wank before getting my lips around it again. I was fully into it now and enjoying myself, but had half a feeling there was more to come.

There was!

She made me kneel on the settee with my back to her and I felt her hands stroking my bum cheeks as she pressed her cock between them over my skirt. A couple of minutes later my skirt was being lifted up over my back and my panties were being teased by it. I knew what was coming now and I had very mixed feelings about it but alcohol and lust allowed it to happen.

Doused in lubricant the tip of the dildo was gently pressed against my bum hole which at first refused to co-operate but eventually allowed it to. It was a hell of a shock as it went passed my sphincter but to give her credit she went slowly and gently until I got used to it and started to be quite pleasurable. My erection, which was rock hard before she put the dildo into me, began to soften but quickly recovered as I got used to it and began to enjoy it. I was being fucked by my wife and I really liked this turn of events in my new sex life.

My wife kept up her rhythmic thrusting into me for quite a while. It became deeper and more intense as her rhythm quickened. I was completely mesmerised by what was going on as she reached around and grabbed my cock and wanked it rigorously. The tone of her voice became more aggressive as she thrust harder and deeper still. I’m being used and it seemed punished as well. She was fucking me and hurling insults at me through what I imagined were gritted teeth.

Part of me was stunned and shocked by the behaviour my wife was displaying, but the other part of me was excited and I desperately wanted to cum. It wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm begin to rise and as it got nearer she pushed and held the strap-on as deep as she could in my bum. My orgasm was incredibly intense and lasted for ages. I collapsed down onto, what was now a cum stained settee, and tried to recover. The strap-on was withdrawn from my now sore bum and I lay there panting.

For the first time in ages, my wife spoke to me as she used to do. Like a wife to her husband before all this domination thing happened and questioned me about whether I liked and wanted to continue with it. Even with a bit of a sore bum, I had to admit that I had really enjoyed the last week or so.

“Good,” she said. Because there was more to come and I wasn’t to be questioning what she had planned.

This was going to be an exciting ride.