I was sitting at home alone feeling very sorry for myself. My wife and I had not been getting along lately – constant arguing and absolutely no sex. It was not a busy day at work, so I decided to take the afternoon off and come home. I had hoped we could sit down together to talk through our problems. I had not called to say I was coming home and thought I might please her with a surprise bouquet of roses. When I arrived home, she was gone. There was no note - she was just gone. I wandered around the house looking for her and all I could see were the leftovers from her dressing – makeup out, hair things out on the counter in the bathroom, and several outfits that didn’t make the cut for her planned activities. Also on the bathroom counter was her wig.
I got myself some lunch and sat in the family room to read, but I had no concentration. At some point, I went back upstairs to the bathroom. I looked again at her wig over on the counter. I had always liked the way she looked when she wore it, and actually a little glad, she had not put it on for this afternoon trip. Then, out of the blue, I decided to try it on myself. I had never done anything like this. My own hair was short, so I easily slipped the wig onto my head. Looking at myself in the mirror, I actually looked good – different from my wife, but definitely feminine and actually attractive. I wondered what I would look like with her makeup but was very much afraid to try that.
Wearing the wig, I wandered the house. First, I tried on a pair of her mules and walked around. I was very surprised that I could walk in the heels. Then, I saw her discarded things on the bed. I had to try them. I discovered that her skirt fit although it was very short on me. Then I tried the matching blouse which was too – tight but I could get it buttoned. I felt so different. I walked around the upstairs. I swayed. I pranced. I got into one of the bedrooms with mirrors so I could see myself. Wow, I was not myself, but I looked very much a woman.
By now, I was very much excited. I moved over to a stool in front of my wife’s makeup table and sat with legs crossed like a perfect woman. I have no idea why I say it like that, but it just seemed natural. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was actually pretty. At that point, I was completely aroused and excited. Sitting on her vanity stool, I slipped my underpants down, and started stroking my very hard cock. I was so ready, and it wouldn’t be long. I stopped stroking to get a towel from the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, I started stroking again. I could see myself in the mirror but was lost as to who I was seeing - I was a woman but I had a cock!
I was just about ready to cum when I heard the garage door opener start. Wow, was I in trouble. Here I sat wearing my wife’s things, stroking my cock and she was coming in. There was no way I could ever hide or get out of these things before she found me. As I stood to go to the bathroom, she appeared at the bedroom door and screamed. Horror, I was caught, and she was even more upset than I had ever thought – well, actually, I obviously had not thought at all about what I was doing but rather wanted to cum.
Of course, I tried a lame explanation; but she was having nothing of it. At that point, I was so ashamed and embarrassed. I would have done absolutely anything to appease her. She calmed a little, removed her cell phone, and took several pictures of me wearing her things. Thankfully, I had enough sense to get the skirt down and not expose my cock. Then, she told me to stay in the bedroom and stay dressed. She was going out to think and we would deal with this situation later when she returned.
I was at a total loss as to what I should do. My initial thought was to get out of her things and perhaps she would be calmer when she returned. However, she had been very specific that I was to stay dressed. I stayed in the bedroom. Time moved by very slowly. It was now over two hours since she had left with no sign of her return. Finally, the garage door opened again. I also heard another car pull into the driveway. I heard her talking to someone - there must be someone else with her.
She called for me to come downstairs reminding me that better still be wearing her things. I fixed the wig in the mirror, slipped on the shoes, arranged the skirt and blouse, and maneuvered the stairs. She was standing by the fireplace and obviously had her hair done. It was very different and very sexy. I knew this was a tease for me and I was so afraid it would make me hard again. When I got into the family room, she called to someone who I could not see. Her comment was, “Well, what do you think?” Two guys came out from the kitchen, and I recognized them from the salon. They both whistled catcalls at me. I was so humiliated and embarrassed. All I could do was stand there.
She told me that since I wanted to wear her things to look like a woman, she thought she would give me the opportunity to actually experience womanhood. While she was having her hair done, she told them about what she had caught me doing. Together, they came up with this plan to introduce me to the sisterhood.
My wife pushed me to my knees in front of one of them. As I awkwardly kneeled in those mules, she told me to take out his cock and give him a BJ. I was warned that I better do it right and quickly. I was shaking and totally embarrassed. I had never done this and wasn’t even sure I could. As I hesitated to even touch him, I discovered she had brought a small stick in with her from the yard. She hit me on my bottom until I complied with her wishes. As I looked up to find the guy’s fly, I discovered the other one was taking a video of everything that was happening.
I was able to easily get the guy’s cock out and into my mouth. I had my hand on his shaft and stroked it while I rubbed his pecker head with my tongue. He was responding to me, and I could feel him getting harder and harder in my mouth - he was flexing and responding. Then I felt him start to throb, so I knew what was about to happen – my mouth was filled with warm cum. He immediately put his hands on my head holding me while he pumped so much cream into my mouth. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I sealed his moving shaft with my lips and swallowed – over and over until the throbbing stopped. When he was done, he said to my wife that her sissy husband was a very good cock sucker and pushed me away roughly.