Sissy Trad Wife: Last Friday

I am so excited. I have something to share with Brad, who is coming home this evening after having been out of town for work for over a week.

It is Friday morning. I get up early and do my usual yoga. Then I spend several hours cleaning. Not so much that our home needs it as I clean every day, but rather because I want it to look perfect when he comes back.

I then go to the liquor store to get his favorite Bourbon, Weller, and a bottle of Malbec, followed by a stop at the grocery to get items for dinner. He loves a good steak so I chat up the butcher and leave with a beautiful Ribeye.

Back at home I prep everything for dinner, then begin to prep myself.

I love the time I spend getting ready. A long bath with a careful shave so that I am completely hairless and smooth. Makeup, hair and carefully selected clothing follow. My favorite moment is always when I pull on my stockings and attach them to the garter straps - there is nothing, in my mind, more feminine than that action.

After Brad and I decided we would be a couple, I wanted to do all I could to be more feminine and attentive to his needs. I started hormone therapy to help my physical changes. Now after two years my hips and breasts were fuller and my skin softer. My nipples were much more pronounced and sensitive.

My cock and balls, never terribly large for a guy, had declined in size. Shaved, they looked so cute and vulnerable, not at all like a real man. Brad had given me a cage to wear, not because he was concerned about me being chaste, but rather because he wanted me to be constantly reminded of him. To look forward to, to ache for him to be with me. After the time of the hormones and the cage, I was no longer able to get hard like a man. Rather I had to yearn for a man to make me cum by treating me like a woman.

Brad texted me his flight might be late. So having dressed in some of my nicest black lingerie and a LBD, I lay down on our sofa to wait for his return.

Hours later, I awoke to the sound of our door opening. Brad entered and I rushed over to him to be encased in his strong arms. He kissed me deeply and stroked my backside, saying "Babe, sorry I'm late. I've missed you, and you look great."

I respond "Honey, I am so glad you are home with me. I have something exciting to share with you. Let's get you settled in."

I lead him over to the sofa, then went to the kitchen to get him a glass of bourbon. As I brought it to him I commented "Honey, you look tired and tense." To which he responded "It was a long trip, but useful."

I asked if I could massage his back to help him relax. He pulled off his shirt and lay chest down. I straddled him and began to work his tight neck, shoulder and back muscles, giving him occasional kisses and licks. He began to relax.

After a while I said "Brad, honey, I think I can do more to help you. Please roll onto your back." He obliged and I immediately pulled down his pants and under ware, exposing his wonderful cock and balls that I so desired and worshipped.

I playfully stroked his balls with my fingers. Then I started to work his cock with my lips and tongue. Slowly along his shaft, teasingly with short kisses on the head, then hungrily as he became firmer and more aroused. I bobbed my head up and down, letting him fuck my mouth and throat, moaning as he got more excited and tasting his pre-cum as it began to leak. Faster, harder, and then he released his load into my anxious mouth. I licked and swallowed every drop. "Honey, time for dinner" I announced.

I left Brad to finish his drink, then stepped away to freshen up my makeup. Then I prepared dinner, taking special care to cook the steak exactly the way he wanted, nice and rare. We sat and ate together, he sharing how his work week had gone as he ran his hand up and down my thighs. Soon we'd finished the entire bottle of Malbec, and I was feeling tipsy and excited with anticipation as to what might come next.

"Brad, honey, why don't you grab a shower while I clean up" I asked. "Babe, you read my mind" he replied. Then added "When I'm in shower, there is a gift for you on the bed. Try it on."

I excitedly clean up our dinner table and kitchen, then rush into the bedroom. There is a gift box with a tag saying "Sissy Lauren, you are the best and you deserve the best." I tremble as I open it.

Inside is a beautiful, expensive white chemise with matching thong and wrap. I quickly get out of my dress, bra and panties, and slip into these wonderful silk items. I get into our bed and wait for Brad, squirming with excitement.

He comes in and upon seeing me his eyes widen and he smiles. "My little sissy wife, you are perfect" he says. He is wearing only a robe and I see his chest and abs, cock and balls and I'm consumed with desire. I need him.

I pull him onto me and he kisses me passionately, at the same time stroking my face and breasts and thighs. "What's the surprise you wanted to share" he asks?

I ask him to roll onto his back and I straddle him. Then I begin to rub my body against his. That is when he notices and asks me "where is your cage?"

I practically burst with pride when I told him that I no longer needed the cage. Between the hormones and the several years of near-constant chastity, my balls were so shrunken that even the smallest cage ring was too large, it would simply slip off. And since I was no longer able to get hard, the cage had no purpose. I wasn't a man any more, I was a soft, limp sissy. My cock, if it could ever have been called that, was now a gurl clit.

He laughed at my revelation and said that my surprise made me an even better sissy wife since he knew from now on my total focus would be on him. As it was, and had been for some time.

I continued to rub my gurl clit against his cock as he began to play with my breasts. Squeezing them and twisting my nipples, along with occasional licks and nips to them. Soon he began to harden and I was leaking pre-com making the rocking motion even more pleasant.

As he hardened he grabbed my ass and started to dictate the rhythm and quality of our motion. Back and forth as he and I became more and more aroused.

Suddenly he said "I need to be in you." The moment I always longed for.

He gently guided my ass back against the head of that wonderful cock of his. I'd lubed so I was ready. First the pressure, then the good pain of entry, at which I whimpered slightly. Then the magnificent feeling of a large, firm cock filling me, pressing me, owning me. He began to thrust and I timed my pushes back to match him, squeezing his cock along with rocking.

I was roiling with feelings. He was filling me. He was my man and I was his sissy bitch and all I wanted to do was to please him. And please him I did.

I could feel him welling up, getting ready to cum, then I would slow the pace. Drawing out the inevitable longer and longer. Finally both of us were on the edge and I pushed and squeezed extra hard and I felt him start to spasm, giving me all of his precious seed. In response my sissy clit released a small wet cummie as I orgasmed like I had never before. God I felt good. I had been a good sissy, pleasuring and pleasing her man.

Knowing how sensitive Brad's cock was right after he came, I remained as still as I could to keep him from discomfort. At the same time, my body was still shaking and trembling from his love. I gently lay down on him, drenched in sweat and cum, waiting for him to soften and slip out of me.

When he did I let out a small cry. I wish he was still in me, still making me feel so feminine and vulnerable. Still making me aware of my sissy wife status. I always hated when our love making ended.

Exhausted, happy, and pleased with myself and in love with Brad's sexual skills, I slipped onto my side with my back to him. He pulled me close and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his manhood against my backside and knew we'd have many more nights like this one. I slipped into sleep smiling, satisfied, and knowing I'd performed my sissy wife duties. I began to dream about the possibilities of the rest of the weekend.

I am so excited. I have something to share with Brad, who is coming home this evening after having been out of town for work for over a week.

It is Friday morning. I get up early and do my usual yoga. Then I spend several hours cleaning. Not so much that our home needs it as I clean every day, but rather because I want it to look perfect when he comes back.

I then go to the liquor store to get his favorite Bourbon, Weller, and a bottle of Malbec, followed by a stop at the grocery to get items for dinner. He loves a good steak so I chat up the butcher and leave with a beautiful Ribeye.

Back at home I prep everything for dinner, then begin to prep myself.

I love the time I spend getting ready. A long bath with a careful shave so that I am completely hairless and smooth. Makeup, hair and carefully selected clothing follow. My favorite moment is always when I pull on my stockings and attach them to the garter straps - there is nothing, in my mind, more feminine than that action.

After Brad and I decided we would be a couple, I wanted to do all I could to be more feminine and attentive to his needs. I started hormone therapy to help my physical changes. Now after two years my hips and breasts were fuller and my skin softer. My nipples were much more pronounced and sensitive.

My cock and balls, never terribly large for a guy, had declined in size. Shaved, they looked so cute and vulnerable, not at all like a real man. Brad had given me a cage to wear, not because he was concerned about me being chaste, but rather because he wanted me to be constantly reminded of him. To look forward to, to ache for him to be with me. After the time of the hormones and the cage, I was no longer able to get hard like a man. Rather I had to yearn for a man to make me cum by treating me like a woman.

Brad texted me his flight might be late. So having dressed in some of my nicest black lingerie and a LBD, I lay down on our sofa to wait for his return.

Hours later, I awoke to the sound of our door opening. Brad entered and I rushed over to him to be encased in his strong arms. He kissed me deeply and stroked my backside, saying "Babe, sorry I'm late. I've missed you, and you look great."

I respond "Honey, I am so glad you are home with me. I have something exciting to share with you. Let's get you settled in."

I lead him over to the sofa, then went to the kitchen to get him a glass of bourbon. As I brought it to him I commented "Honey, you look tired and tense." To which he responded "It was a long trip, but useful."

I asked if I could massage his back to help him relax. He pulled off his shirt and lay chest down. I straddled him and began to work his tight neck, shoulder and back muscles, giving him occasional kisses and licks. He began to relax.

After a while I said "Brad, honey, I think I can do more to help you. Please roll onto your back." He obliged and I immediately pulled down his pants and under ware, exposing his wonderful cock and balls that I so desired and worshipped.

I playfully stroked his balls with my fingers. Then I started to work his cock with my lips and tongue. Slowly along his shaft, teasingly with short kisses on the head, then hungrily as he became firmer and more aroused. I bobbed my head up and down, letting him fuck my mouth and throat, moaning as he got more excited and tasting his pre-cum as it began to leak. Faster, harder, and then he released his load into my anxious mouth. I licked and swallowed every drop. "Honey, time for dinner" I announced.

I left Brad to finish his drink, then stepped away to freshen up my makeup. Then I prepared dinner, taking special care to cook the steak exactly the way he wanted, nice and rare. We sat and ate together, he sharing how his work week had gone as he ran his hand up and down my thighs. Soon we'd finished the entire bottle of Malbec, and I was feeling tipsy and excited with anticipation as to what might come next.

"Brad, honey, why don't you grab a shower while I clean up" I asked. "Babe, you read my mind" he replied. Then added "When I'm in shower, there is a gift for you on the bed. Try it on."

I excitedly clean up our dinner table and kitchen, then rush into the bedroom. There is a gift box with a tag saying "Sissy Lauren, you are the best and you deserve the best." I tremble as I open it.

Inside is a beautiful, expensive white chemise with matching thong and wrap. I quickly get out of my dress, bra and panties, and slip into these wonderful silk items. I get into our bed and wait for Brad, squirming with excitement.

He comes in and upon seeing me his eyes widen and he smiles. "My little sissy wife, you are perfect" he says. He is wearing only a robe and I see his chest and abs, cock and balls and I'm consumed with desire. I need him.

I pull him onto me and he kisses me passionately, at the same time stroking my face and breasts and thighs. "What's the surprise you wanted to share" he asks?

I ask him to roll onto his back and I straddle him. Then I begin to rub my body against his. That is when he notices and asks me "where is your cage?"

I practically burst with pride when I told him that I no longer needed the cage. Between the hormones and the several years of near-constant chastity, my balls were so shrunken that even the smallest cage ring was too large, it would simply slip off. And since I was no longer able to get hard, the cage had no purpose. I wasn't a man any more, I was a soft, limp sissy. My cock, if it could ever have been called that, was now a gurl clit.

He laughed at my revelation and said that my surprise made me an even better sissy wife since he knew from now on my total focus would be on him. As it was, and had been for some time.

I continued to rub my gurl clit against his cock as he began to play with my breasts. Squeezing them and twisting my nipples, along with occasional licks and nips to them. Soon he began to harden and I was leaking pre-com making the rocking motion even more pleasant.

As he hardened he grabbed my ass and started to dictate the rhythm and quality of our motion. Back and forth as he and I became more and more aroused.

Suddenly he said "I need to be in you." The moment I always longed for.

He gently guided my ass back against the head of that wonderful cock of his. I'd lubed so I was ready. First the pressure, then the good pain of entry, at which I whimpered slightly. Then the magnificent feeling of a large, firm cock filling me, pressing me, owning me. He began to thrust and I timed my pushes back to match him, squeezing his cock along with rocking.

I was roiling with feelings. He was filling me. He was my man and I was his sissy bitch and all I wanted to do was to please him. And please him I did.

I could feel him welling up, getting ready to cum, then I would slow the pace. Drawing out the inevitable longer and longer. Finally both of us were on the edge and I pushed and squeezed extra hard and I felt him start to spasm, giving me all of his precious seed. In response my sissy clit released a small wet cummie as I orgasmed like I had never before. God I felt good. I had been a good sissy, pleasuring and pleasing her man.

Knowing how sensitive Brad's cock was right after he came, I remained as still as I could to keep him from discomfort. At the same time, my body was still shaking and trembling from his love. I gently lay down on him, drenched in sweat and cum, waiting for him to soften and slip out of me.

When he did I let out a small cry. I wish he was still in me, still making me feel so feminine and vulnerable. Still making me aware of my sissy wife status. I always hated when our love making ended.

Exhausted, happy, and pleased with myself and in love with Brad's sexual skills, I slipped onto my side with my back to him. He pulled me close and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his manhood against my backside and knew we'd have many more nights like this one. I slipped into sleep smiling, satisfied, and knowing I'd performed my sissy wife duties. I began to dream about the possibilities of the rest of the weekend.