House of Sissies

The party was less than a day away and my hot wife Carla was, unbeknownst to me, determined to turn me gay. Whatever the cost and whatever it took.

When I arrived home from working at the library, I pulled into the driveway and was surprised to see that Carla car was already parked in one of our two spaces. She rarely gets home before me. Carla works as a doctor at a fertility clinic and her responsibilities means she leaves early and arrives home late - normally after 8 p.m. It was barely after six, and I was delighted she'd managed to get off much earlier than expected.

I put the key in the door, and heard Carla holler my name from upstairs.

"I'm in the bedroom Dan. Come straight up.'

I made my way upstairs to find Carla festooned in black stockings, a black leather skirt and a lemon-coloured, transparent (nipples clearly visible through the delicate material) balcony bra. She looked hot as hell. I positively drooled like a dog. Thing is Carla is unbelievably hot and sexy. She'll be fifty next year, ten years younger than me, but I look middle aged, she could easily be mistaken for a woman in her thirties, albeit her late thirties, but she's still so fucking gorgeous. She has dark hair, that she recently had cut into a bob. I always loved her hair when it was shoulder length, but the shorter style really suits her. It makes her look like some classy dominatrix. Her breasts are still firm and ripe and 34DD. Her mouth and lips inviting - she's always been flirtatious and when her lip-gloss coquettish smile greets you, you feel lost in lust. I know all the guys she works with, those in the twenties, thirties and forties, and those near retirement, would all love to fuck her. Can't say I blame them - horny bastards. Her best feature, however, is definitely her derriere. Over the last decade as Carla has got more voluptuous her ass has got bigger and bigger. Women decades her junior are paying tens of thousands of pounds to get an ass like Carla's, and I can understand why. Carla's ass oozes eroticism. If you saw it decked in her pink vintage panties you'd be desperate to ride it and I wouldn't blame you or hold it against you (though I bet you'd love her to grind it into your crotch?!). But this night she was going to weaponise her curvaceous sexy ass and use it against me or rather use it to seduce me. To make me do her bidding.

"I want you to strip off Dan until you're just in your boxers, climb on the bed and listen very carefully to what I'm about to say."

I didn't need convincing. Though it was all rather unexpected. Our sex life of late has become staid, lacking oomph and passion. I know a lot of this is down to me, as I've just said Carla is hot as hell, but I'm overweight, have thinning hair and a very small dick. My cock just about manages to reach five inches when it's fully erect. And although I've tried desperately to satisfy Carla with it, I've never really been able to. She's always remained faithful to me (or at least I thought she had), even when I know that without her large rampant rabbit vibrators she'd never have had an orgasm. I've suspected for a long time that she must crave a big cock, just to know what it feels like. I think I would if I was a woman. It's only natural. Such thoughts make me jealous, but if Carla did say have a night stand I could hardly blame her. And all the guys she works with - from the youngest to the oldest - are all better looking and hunkier than me. In fact, like Carla, they positively ooze sex appeal.

Anyway I was thinking these thoughts once again as I climbed onto our bed, just as Carla got off it.

"Now Dan, we've been invited to a party this weekend."

"What kind of party?" I asked, intrigued.

"It's a party in the country. A masked ball, but all the guys have got to go dressed in their wife's lingerie."

"You're joking? I'm not doing that. Count me out."

"Hold your horses. I said I wanted you to listen very carefully to what I have to say didn't I?"

"Sorry."

"That's better. because a significant number of my colleagues will be at the soiree and therefore I must go, even if you decide not to. And just imagine, if I go without you what might happen."

Very seductively, almost like a porn star, Carla lifted her leather skirt a little, bent over the chair in our bedroom that I use for reading, giving me a glimpse of her stocking tops, suspenders and black panties. Her outrageously sexy ass was begging to be spanked. A teaspoonful of pre-cum erupted from my cock staining my boxer shorts.

"Now Dan," Carla said effortlessly maintaining her erotic pose, "what do you think all the guys at the party will want to do to me if I bend over like this if you're not there to protect me."

"Obviously they'd want to spank you and fuck you, or at least mount your sexy ass!" I exclaimed.

"Oh hubby, you paint such a naughty but nice picture!"

We both burst into laughter. Carla was playing with me, but we were both enjoying it. And the truth is, as I've already indicated, any guy would want to fuck my wife. She's a hottie, and she knows it. And I was increasingly loving this kinky mood she was in..

"So, you're saying if I don't come with you, and come with you dressed like some cheap crossdressing tart, you're going to misbehave?"

"It's not that I'll misbehave, necessarily, it's just, oh you know what you guys are like when a hot sexy woman is being flirtatious, and I am naturally flirtatious remember."

Yes, yes you are I thought. Flirtatious and hot as hell.

"Okay. I give in."

"You'll honestly do it? You'll wear my panties and everything?"

"If you insist. It's not like they're going to turn me gay or anything is it?" I was actually a little bit worried about that. Carla's next remark only confirmed my worst fears.

"Oh Dan, you've a lot to learn."

"What do you mean?" I asked fear and worry now bubbling up inside me.

"Wearing sexy panties WILL make you want to suck cock. The gay guys and the sissy crossdressers at the party will probably make you bend over on all fours and take from behind. I'd love to watch a sexy crossdresser fuck your virgin boi pussy, you know?"

"No fucking way. Not now, not ever."

"I think you doth protest too much."

"Oh come on Carla, there's no way wearing your panties, sexy though they all undoubtedly are, will make me crave cock."

"Wanna bet?"

"Yeah, okay. I'm game, but if I win I get to take control of all our sexual fantasies for the next six months."

"Deal. And ditto!"

Although I was fairly certain Carla had lost her mind, I was still more than a little concerned that I was wrong and she was right.

"Okay, let's play a game."

"Now?" I was really starting to enjoy this.

"Yes, now."

"What's the game?"

"Panty porn!"

"What's panty porn?" I asked, giggling like a demented fool. A very aroused demented fool.

"I put you in a pair of my panties - say the pink satin and lace ones - we look at porn together on my laptop and if you get turned on by other guy's with their big stiff cocks, I win."

"How will you know if I'm turned on by the cocks? And what do you win?"

"Let's say if you are drenching my pink panties in pre-cum you ARE aroused."

"That's fair."

"And if I win, then you have to watch me get my colleagues all turned on at the party. So turned on that I will lay down on a bed and they can rub themselves silly until they come all over my tits."

Part of me was repulsed by such an idea, but a part of me - the reptilian kinky as fuck part of me - was really aroused by such a scenario. I couldn't help imagine Carla covered in lots of other guys' cum. It was deeply arousing for some sick, twisted perverted reason. My hot and now very naughty wife was already winning.

Carla then removed my boxer shorts, and pulled out the pink and lace panties from her bedside table. She then slid them up my thighs. Immediately they rested on my ass, cock and ball sac, I knew I was in trouble, big trouble. The panties felt amazing. I loved seeing Carla in her underwear, but wearing her panties was just as thrilling and just as arousing. Shit, I thought, maybe she can turn me gay. If Carla saw my excitement, which I'm certain she did, she was a model of decorum. I think she already knew I was putty in her hands.

The situation only got worse when Carla opened up her laptop and for the first time in our marriage we sat on our bed together looking at porn. The first image Carla pulled up was one of a female doctor with lustrous raven coloured hair, red lipstick, white gown open, stethoscope round her neck, shirt buttons and bra undone (it was a pink lacy front fastening one) with an enormous pre-cum cock being squeezed by her ample breasts. Her nipples looked like they could cut glass. The doctor bore an uncanny resemblance to Carla, though she was a little younger. Her tongue was licking the pre-cum from the giant cock. The thing that immediately struck me was how every aspect of the image turned me on. The doctor was fucking stunning, I loved the fact she was staring at the camera and smiling like the cat that got the cream. Her lips were covered in pre-cum. Her outfit pink bra, pink panties, black stockings and white doctor's gown made her look like a classy whore. I couldn't believe Carla was okay with me looking at this woman - she must have known such a tart would turn me on? And the cock? Well the cock was stupendous. It made me feel inadequate, yet I was strangely drawn to it. It was clear the doctor found it hypnotic, but so did I. Maybe it was my wife's panties that I was wearing - and increasingly enjoying wearing (I didn't want to take them off, they felt so much better than boxer shorts), maybe it the classy tart, maybe it was my stunningly attractive and naughty wife, but maybe it was the huge cock - maybe it was whole nine yards, whatever it was I was lost in a sea of lust and perversion. I'd never felt more depraved, nor more turned on.

When Carla clicked on the next image I knew I would, either immediately or at the party the next day, accede to whatever filthy fantasies she wanted us both to pursue. it showed another female doctor, a blonde one this time - about the same age as Carla, jerking off three much younger hunks - they looked like they were in their early thirties. The sexy blonde was covered in cum. Again, I couldn't really tell whether it was the three enormous cocks, that were still incredibly stiff despite the fact they'd all just ejaculated all over the tremendously bewitching doctor, or the doctor herself that turned me on the most. Either way I was dumbstruck that Carla and I were looking at porn together whilst we were both wearing a pair of her sexy panties.

The final image showed a couple of curvy, older lesbians, kissing each other dressed in panties, stockings and a corset. It was not what I had been expecting, but when Carla said: "I bet you'd love to watch me go down on another woman wearing sexy lingerie," I knew I needed immediate relief.

"Oh fuck yeah," I said suddenly grabbing Carla and forcefully kissing her. But she's much stronger than me. Instantly, she rolled me over, grabbed her favourite eight inch black rampant rabbit from her bedside table, made me suck it - which I did so gleefully (by now I was completely gone), and then inserted it into herself. In no time at all she had an enormous cacophonous orgasm. I watched enraptured as she pleasured herself noticing her joyful and lustful expression as she brought herself off looking at the image of the sexy lesbians.

Then it was my turn. Carla flicked my nipples and insisted I make love to still wearing her pink panties. It was the best, up to that point, sexual experience of my life. I felt like a cross between being Carla's lesbian lover and a she male fucking my wife. My orgasm when it arrived sent shockwaves and little mini after shocks coursing through my body.

Satiated we fell asleep with me spooning Carla still wearing her fabulous pink panties.

THE NEXT DAY

Carla had already left for work when I woke up. It was my day off, so I had a long lie in and basked in the afterglow of the previous evening's sexual shenanigans. Great sex makes you feel on top of the world. But when I realised I was still wearing Carla's pink panties I felt disgusted with myself. Immediately I took them off and tossed them into the linen bin. Then I jumped into the shower, spending twenty minutes in there in an attempt to wash away the repulsion I was feeling.

There's no way, no fucking way, I'm going to the party tonight, I thought. And neither is Carla. No, I'm going to take charge from now on. However hot and undeniably sexy my wife is I'm going to wear the trousers and she's going to become more submissive.

This is the thing with sex. As a guy, when you haven't had it for a while, it drives you crazy and you're prepared to let your spouse suggest almost anything in order to get into her knickers again - even if it means wearing them! But once the act is over you stop thinking about it instantaneously.

Still feeling resilient, I had brunch and was about to text Carla and tell her the whole thing was off and that I was in charge of our sexual games from now on and that she'd just have to like or lump it. Unfortunately, she beat me to it. I was just slurping my tea and taking a bite of my bacon sandwich when my phone pinged.

"Hi sexy. That was quite the night my darling sissy hubby. You looked so hot in my pink panties last night. So hot that I simply had to share a picture of you wearing them with all my male colleagues."

My heart sank. Surely, she hasn't, I thought. How humiliating.

"Carla, please tell me you're kidding." I wailed, if you can wail in a text message.

"No, I haven't YET sissy boy. But I thought you might be getting cold feet today, so I just needed to warn you of what the consequences will be if you try and back out of the party tonight."

Checkmate, I thought. Snookered. No way out. Hot bitch has got me just where she wants me. Forlornly I had one hope remaining. She was bluffing. But deep down I knew Carla didn't bluff.

"I don't believe you took a picture of me wearing your pink panties, Carla. I know you wouldn't do that." If I was talking to Carla face to face that text in audible form would have sounded pathetically effeminate. I was desperate. My manhood was disappearing fast.

"Then you really don't know me very well do you sissy?"

That text was accompanied by half a dozen pictures of me wearing the pink panties. And not just the pink panties, but Carla's black stockings and leather skirt. She must have put them on me while I was comatose from the sex. What a scheming hottie, my wife is, I pondered, actually admiring her fucking gumption. I knew she had me, literally by the balls that were - only a few hours earlier - wrapped in her sexy pink gusset.

"I'll do whatever you say," I replied like a man who knows he's at the mercy of a conniving dominatrix. Carla didn't need a whip to bring me to heel though, she just needed a pair of her pink panties. I was trapped. I'd lost. Big time.

"Good boy or should that be good girl?! By the way you look really sexy in my leather skirt and stockings. See you later my darling sissy."

I spent the rest of the day in an almost perpetual state of arousal. And Carla was right I DID look hot in her black leather skirt and stockings. The pictures even turned me on. I looked like a sexy slut in Carla's panties, stockings and leather skirt. If I didn't know it was me I'd want to fuck the sexy bitch laying on our marital bed. Carla had taken one picture of me with the skirt hitched up so you could see the stocking tops and just a glimpse of the pink panties. I couldn't stop looking at that image. I wanted to fuck myself!

As I said the day passed with me more or less in a state of permanent arousal - not helped by Carla sending me a plethora of hot wife captions accompanied by pictures of herself in her sexiest lingerie.

In one picture she had her own skirt hitched up. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties, high heels and a white with lace trim balcony bra. She looked fucking sensational. The caption read: I LET HIM COME INSIDE ME HONEY. WOULD YOU LIKE A TASTE? I mean, come on, how insanely hot and perverted is that?

Later, shortly before Carla arrived home, she sent me one final text. "Make sure you're wearing those same pink panties, black stockings, black leather skirt and my pink balcony bra when I get home. We'll need to leave as soon as I'm dressed. I'll do your make up and I've got a black wig for you. Oh, and make sure you shave your pubic hair."

It's funny the things you'll do when your hot wife takes full control. I quickly ran a bath. And using one of Carla's feminine razors and shaving gel slowly and carefully shaved off every slither of pubic hair - including every bit from my ball sac. The effect was startling I felt even more like a sissy slut when I put on Carla's pink panties again. I was just admiring myself in the mirror - the panties felt even better now I'd basically removed every last trace of my waning masculinity - when the door bell rang. Thinking it was Carla I simply raced down the stairs to let her in. I thought maybe she'd left her house key at home. But when I opened the door it was our postman Quentin. Quentin is gay, and incredibly good looking. For a guy in his early fifties he also has a remarkable physique.

"Oh sorry, Quentin. Fancy dress party," I blurted out an unlikely explanation.

"Wow, Dan. You look so pretty."

"Step inside for a minute," I replied, wary of any nosy neighbours.

"Of course. Can you just sign for this."

Quentin had a large box in his huge hands. I managed to scrawl my signature on his iPad.

'Oh Dan, you're shaking. Listen your secret's safe with me. I only wish I was coming to the party with you. I'd love to dance with you. And maybe do other things."

Quentin's kind words soothed and calmed me. I was also feeling more and more aroused by his presence. He really is so good looking. And I think he knew - despite being married to Carla for over twenty five years - that I was more than a little interested by his proposal.

"I'd love you to come, Quentin. I'll get Carla to text you the address. All the guys have to dress as women though. Actually, do you want to come upstairs and see if there's anything of Carla's you'd like to wear?"

"Sounds great." Quentin said excitedly.

I couldn't believe this was happening. What WAS happening to me. Was Carla right? Did wearing panties instantly make you crave cock? Did it turn even the most straight guys gay?

I was very conscious of Quentin's eyes staring at my panty clad ass as he followed me upstairs. And he certainly didn't hide his own desires.

"Fuck me, Dan, your ass really does look so hot in your wife's panties."

"Erm..thanks Quentin. I do feel really sexy in them," I said as we arrived in the bedroom. If Carla hadn't arrived home at precisely that moment I'm pretty sure Quentin and I would have fooled around. As it was I had some explaining to do. I'm not sure Carla was completely convinced, but she loved dressing us both up for the party.

I watched in awe as she shaved Quentin's pubic hair, delicately holding his big fat cock in one of her hands while she expertly removed every inch of his hair with the other. It was only really then that I realised that Carla becoming a hot wife was as arousing of her turning me into a crossdressing sissy faggot. I was a little jealous watching Carla hold another guy's cock in her hand, but the overwhelming sensation was one of total adoration. Carla had turned me into a devotee. I felt like I'd joined some dark but deeply pleasure erotic cult.

She dressed Quentin in a pair of black stockings, suspenders, sky blue panties and matching bra, black chemise, and black cocktail dress. She applied red lipstick, black mascara and a blonde wig. The transformation was unbelievable. I was struggling to know who I desired more - my sexy wife or Quentin.