Loving Wife

I really just wanted to jot this story down real fast, to explain what happened to me. It's not very long but I think a lot of people in a certain community will appreciate it, and who am I to derive them of that joy?

I've always enjoyed being picked on, which I guess probably explains what happened to me pretty well. I think it's a defense mechanism left over from being picked on through primary school, but once I got to college I went from being a gangly little nerd to a muscular kind of guy. As an international business major I had the world at my fingertips and plenty of new friends.

Of course, I still managed to keep company with the kind of people who couldn't go five minutes without giving me crap. I was elated every time they made fun of me for something. If I was eating a lot they'd call me fat, if I said something nice they'd call me a fag, that sort of thing.

One night one of my best friend's sisters came to a party - we'd never met her before but she's absolutely gorgeous. She had that look about her too, the one that says "I know what I want and I'm damn well going to get it." It took me a little bit to work up the courage but I went up to her and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Kieth." I said.

"Sarah." She responded, shaking my hand firmly.

"That's a hell of a handshake." I smiled.

"Oh you'd be surprised - " she trailed off sexily. I'm not sure how it was sexy, but it was.

Anyways we continued to talk throughout the night and of course, as we sat there on the sofa we continued to get closer. Towards the end of the party, as people were drunkenly stumbling out the door, I had the courage to put my arm around her shoulder and kiss her.

She was forceful, I felt like it was her kissing me and I still can't work out if that's what actually happened. Things started to get heated and before I knew it her skirt was hiked up and she was riding me like a cowgirl, it was amazing. I was so into it I didn't even notice my friends standing around watching as well as a few stunned onlookers I didn't know.

When she'd cum she got off, thanked me, handed me a business card, and left. I felt a little used honestly, but I felt good that she'd given me her number - I assumed we'd be doing it again soon.

The next day the guys wouldn't leave me alone and her brother turned red every time they talked about it. Towards the late afternoon I gave a call to the "Investment Banker" who'd given me her business card and asked her to dinner. She said she'd already made reservations.

I got to the restaurant, which was one I knew immediately that I couldn't afford. I'm not poor by any means but the place was the nines, I swear. They parked my car, took me to my seat and pulled it out for me, and did the same for her when she arrived precisely on time and looking gorgeous in a black dress.

"How's it going?" she asked.

"Pretty well, you have expensive taste." I said.

"Oh, well don't worry about that babe, it's on me." she winked.

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with that,"

"Oh come on!" she chided.

"You have to let me buy the drinks then." I smiled.

"Oh I suppose."

"So how are you doing?" I said as the waiter poured a red wine for her and myself.

"I'm doing well, long day you know?"

"Tell me about it, I had classes all day."

"I forgot you're still in school." she laughed.

"Well it's not like you're a cougar or anything, what are you 25?" I asked.

"29," she replied, "and thank you." Her foot made it to my crotch.

The dinner was amazing and afterwards we went back to her place, which was a swank apartment in the expensive part of town. We got out of her car and were kissing passionately before we got to the door. The sex was amazing and I actually got some release this time. Several releases, actually, but still not as many as she did. The woman was in control, what can I say?

After about 3 weeks of this she mentioned to me that I should move in with her. It made sense, we'd been together every hour we weren't at work or school respectively so we were practically living at her place already. She even offered to pay my termination fee for the lease I had. I turned her down and offered to pay her for rent, which she gladly accepted, even though we were sharing a bedroom.

The evening I moved in I made dinner for her and we had a romantic candlelight meal before fucking on the table for a few hours.

After that though it seemed like she did most of the cooking. It was strange, I love to cook, but she just sort of took over and she'd be in the kitchen for an hour while I did my homework or studied. We'd have a meal and then have sex. It was a fantastic living arrangement and I started to have very romantic feelings for her.

A few months into the relationship I had my first of many issues. We started kissing as we went to be and in the process of rolling about she brushed her leg against my dick. Before I knew it I was shuddering and cumming all over her leg, it was the first time I'd ever prematurely ejaculated.

"It's okay honey," she'd said, "It happens to everyone." It was believable.

Of course, for some reason it kept happening. About 8 months in it was hard for me to even see her naked without blowing my load, it was the strangest thing and it embarassed me every time.

"The worst part," I said one night, I was standing there with cum dripping down my leg while she was across the room in her sexiest lingerie, I'd just started to take my pants off, "is when I'm at school. I think about you, get hard, and blam. It leaks down my leg and I can't get up to leave class before everyone has gone, it's awful."

"Oh baby," she said, coming over to me and rubbing my limp dick, "it's alright, I know how sexy I am." she winked.

"It's not just that," I said, "it's how hard it is for me to make you cum anymore. It seems like a lot of problems, maybe I should see a doctor." I said.

"I've dated guys before hun, it just happens, don't worry about it. I might have a solution too," she said.

I got excited, she usually had a solution for everything.

"Here," she crossed the room and opened her panty drawer, "try these on." She flung me a pair of hot pink panties with the word "LOVE" written across the butt.

"Excuse me?" I replied.

"Just trust me." She said as she went to the bathroom.

"Alright ..." I really did.

She came back out with what looked like a strip of paper but as she got closer I realized it was a pad. A woman's pad - for periods. I was a little horrified.

"Now before you freak out, think about it. You need something tight to keep this in, and when you cum the pad will absorb it and you won't have semen dripping down your leg. It's a reasonable solution to the problem, don't you think?"

I guess I did. She put the pad in the panties and looked at me.

"Here, I'll show you how they work. Lay down on the bed."

I obeyed and before I knew it her hand was in my panties and she started jerking me off. When I came she quickly pointed my throbbing, squirting member into my new panties.

"Now stand up," she said. I did and I realized there was no wet spot on my panties, nothing running down my legs. It worked perfectly.

"You're a genius." I smiled, kissing her.

"As for the other problem, well, that's not too difficult. You eat pussy way too good not to be doing it more often." She winked.

"I'd still like to make you cum with this," I said, holding my flacid penis.

"You know you can babe, you do most of the time we try anyways." She smiled.

It was then that I realized what I had to say.

"I love you." I told her. It was a simple statement but it meant a lot, especially coming from me, and especially while wearing a pair of panties and a pad. I went down on her that night and I think she came harder than she ever had before.

The next morning I was getting ready for school.

"You doing anything after class tonight babe? I wanted to go get some dinner tonight, I don't feel like cooking." she asked.

"Oh I'll cook, that's not a problem, and I'll be a little late, I'm going to stop by the store and pick up some tighter underwear so I don't have to keep wearing your panties."

"Oh don't do that!" she exclaimed, "I mean ... there's no sense to it. You've seen how many pairs of underwear I have, no need to waste the money, and I think you look cute."

I should have taken that as something of a sign, but at the time it just made sense. I mean, the woman had more money in her savings account than God, got paid more every week than most people make in a year, and had no chance of loosing her job anytime soon - she was the company's greatest asset. As such I didn't spend hardly any of the money I made working at the university as a teaching assistant, so it just accumulated. Money was no objection.

Still though, I just went along with it and that night as we went to dinner she massaged me to orgasm under the table with her foot and I shuddered as I came into a pair of white satin thong panties lined with a pad and smiling sheepishly.

It was only about 4 months later that we got married. A beautiful ceremony and a fantastic honeymoon. It was hard to explain to my buddies why I was wearing a pair of assless lace panties but he didn't seem to mind. I did catch him staring at my ass though and that was strange, but I guessed it was just surprise.

It was another 4 months before I had my next problem. My self esteem had started to wane as I lost my physique. I had a big body from working out, abs, pecs, glutes, the works. Recently though I'd had to buy a whole new set of pants because I'd started gaining weight in my thighs and especially my butt. I'm not kidding, it was still firm and tight from working out, but the damn thing was something a teenage girl would die for. My pecs had gotten huge and so had my nipples so I bought looser fitting shirts as well.

I figured that was why every night as we went to bed and Sarah tried to mount me my cock either refused to get hard at all, or was still so soft it just sort of flopped about inside her. Suffice to say I was doing a lot of pussy licking. I even cried a few times and I was beginning to get worried. The marriage hadn't been that long and I was afraid she was going to divorce her husband who couldn't fuck, was getting fat, and bawled like a baby while his hot wife sucked his flaccid penis trying to get him hard.

I figured it was just my nerves when I got up one morning to get a shower and thought my penis looked a little smaller. It's hard to describe what it's like to realize your dick is shrinking but where it had usually hung about an inch below my balls it was now resting comfortably on top of them. Just nerves, I thought, it's cold anyways.

The next day I noticed my pecs looked more like a pair of tits than pecs anymore, with the aerealoas stretched about the size of a quarter and my large nipples poking out. I reached down to inspect my penis (still looking smaller) and nearly fell over as, without even getting hard, I squirted a few pathetic pumps of semen. It didn't even shoot, it just kind of leaked out quickly and rolled down my ballsack. I turned on the shower, sat down in the tub, and cried.

Sarah came in, already ready for work and saw me in the shower in tears.

"Honey, I ..." I began.

"Shut up. Wipe your fucking cum off the floor and get to school. I'll be home late but when I get back you'd better be ass naked on my bed, you're going to eat my pussy like you never have before." she said.

I started crying more, knowing she wasn't getting what she wanted. That day I worked out harder than I ever have before, 15 miles on the treadmill and nearly 4 hours lifting weights and doing crunches and sit ups. Of course, when I got to the locker room the most humiliating experience of my life thus far took place.

I was standing there showering and another guy walked in. He was big and muscular like I was and hung like a horse. I couldn't help remembering how I'd looked like that only a year ago.

"Nice ass, sexy." he said. It took me for surprise but I've got plenty of gay friends so I wasn't freaked out.

"Thanks," I laughed to lighten the mood, "No offense but I'm married, and not really into guys."

"Oh, sorry," he replied, winking, "that's too bad though, because that is one perfect butt."

As he went to leave the shower he slapped my buttocks and for whatever reason the jiggling of my firm, round ass made me cum again. The guy noticed my white man juice streaming out of my cock and smiled.

"You're sure you're not gay babe? You'd make a fantastic bottom."

"I'm sure," I mumbled, looking at the ground and flushing red.

When I was finished grading tests for the day and had checked in with the professors I went home, undressed, and lay on the bed like Sarah had commanded. I heard her walk in the door a few minutes later and then some clunking before she walked into the room. She threw off her coat, kicked off her shoes, took off her shirt, and pulled down her tight work pants. I was a little confused at her crotch but it all became clear when she pulled off her boyshorts and revealed an 8 inch long and very thick realistic strapon dildo.

"Look hun, it's simple. I need some spice in my love life since you can't get it up anymore. I know you're doing your best but you're just going to have to do better. Now don't move, I'm coming over there."

I couldn't move if I wanted to. I lay there like I was told and she straddled my face, there was an opening in the harness where her sweet pussy was perfectly available.

"Eat me." she ordered. I did, the whole time with a huge cock slapping my forehead. I was worried, to say the least.

Once she'd cum she moved away and looked down into my eyes. She kissed me and then said, "Roll over, put that beautiful ass in the air, relax, and don't resist or it's going to hurt. I love you baby, and you're going to love this, just trust me."

I did. In those eyes was everything I wanted and more, I had no choice.

Before long there was a strapon cock lodged in my anus to the hilt and, surprisingly, it hadn't hurt at all. She'd used a lot of lube and I'd relaxed like I was told. It felt amazing.

As she began to pump harder I soaked in the wonderful feelings. She was calling me names but I wasn't listening, dirty talk never turned me on. I heard her cum though and that made me happy. I began to realize my still soft dick flopping around as she bucked into me and I bucked back, loving every second of it.

She came again and at that exact moment I did too. Without even touching myself I started to squirt my juices down onto the bed.

There was a popping noise as she removed herself from my asshole and then I heard her giggle.

"Baby, we haven't cum together since our wedding night."

It was true.

--

The sex continued like that for over a year and I continued to lose my confidence. I lost my job at the college and had to drop out because I was failing all my classes. I was spending all my time in the gym by that point, trying to get my body to go back to normal. I'd lost my large look and was now slim and fit, not big and muscular. My butt was still huge and my thighs were practically a woman's. I'd gotten massive hips and a tiny waistline as well, and my body was coated in a little bit of fat I couldn't get rid of.

Then of course there were the breasts. Sarah had taken me to her private doctor under the pretense she was much better than the one I'd been seeing. I assumed it was true since she had more money than I did. The doctor was a 40 year old woman with graying hair and a look of disdain in her eyes.

"Take of your shirt dear, let's see." She'd said, very sweetly.

I did and she came over to me. She gave them a look and then cupped both of them with her hands and lifted them.

"Well," she said, "They're about a C-cup. How does it feel when I do this?" she lightly pinched one of my nipples and waves of pleasure ran through my body.

"Mmmm," I moaned slightly as she pinched slightly harder. I bit my lower lip as I felt myself spurt into my panties which, today, were just a pair of black bikini bottoms.

"Well, I wouldn't worry about them." she replied.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"There's really nothing we can do about them. It's not that big a deal, plenty of men have them."

"Which reminds me," I said, confused, "Why can't I lose weight, I've been working out constantly."

"I know sweetheart, I can tell," she smiled at me, "your body is fantastic."

"But it's not anywhere near where it should be." I whined.

"You're getting older. You haven't got the same metabolism. Just be thankful you're not overweight. It's a little odd your fat deposits are going straight to your chest but there's nothing to be done for it, I'm sorry."

That was it.

I was devastated to say the least and when I got to the waiting room I went to the bathroom to take a leak. That's when it hit me. Somehow I'd gotten into the habit of sitting down to pee and I couldn't remember why. I stood in front of the urinal and went to relieve myself only to find a stream of urine running down my balls.

Somehow I hadn't noticed. Somehow it had completely escaped my mind. My penis was so incredibly tiny now that, even with my massively reduced and child-like balls, wasn't big enough to aim at the toilet. I'd been peeing lately by squatting above the toilet, tucking my balls back, and dribbling carefully into the bowl.

I went to the stall and did my thing. I looked in the mirror and sighed, resigning myself, and went to the car.

When I got home I made it to the door before I started bawling and opened it. Before I'd even closed it Sarah was all over me, kissing me everywhere, fondling my breasts, massaging my crotch, squeezing my butt. She pulled my pants down and fingered my butthole, knowing how much I loved that nowadays. When she kissed me it was in the most passionate and loving way and I couldn't help but become enthralled in the experience - I stopped crying and started kissing her back.

We stumbled to the bedroom. She threw me back on the bed and started kissing up my leg, then to my crotch where she took my tiny cock into her mouth and sucked it for a moment before continuing up to my breasts. When she finished with those I came as she fondled them and kissed me passionately.

Suddenly my legs were in the air and I felt the cool dribble of lube dripping between my butt cheeks.

"Mmmm," I moaned.

"Baby," she said.

"Yes love?" I replied.

"There's something I need to tell you."

"Oh God, you're cheating, aren't you?" I asked, suddenly frightened.

"No!" she said, "God no, never, I love you more than anything."

She was inside me now and bent down to kiss me.

"But there's something I haven't been completely honest to you about."

"What's that?" I asked, not really caring but enjoying the passion.

"Well, when I was little," she said, pumping in and out of my butt, "I used to read a lot. When I got to be older I preferred written porn. I stumbled on these stories once, where the girls had boyfriends and they ... Oh God! Oh shit I'm cumming!"

She came and shuddered for a moment before getting back to her rhythmic lovemaking with my ass.

"The girls had these boyfriends right? And they would dress them up like girls and make them take hormones and fuck them with strapons and treat them like whores. I always really liked that idea baby, I liked it a lot and I can cum so hard when I think about it and touch myself. The only problem was that they were always so mean to their lovers. I wanted a relationship with a sissy, that's what they're called, sissies, where I could love her and treat her like the boygirl she really was.

"So I've taken the liberty of dosing you with hormones since basically the day you moved in. Before you freak out honey, just realize that this doesn't mean a change in anything. You're unemployed and live around the house as it is, I don't mind and it's not a bad thing. I love you to death and I only want you ... just a sissy version of you. You don't mind, do you?"