“Let’s be honest” she said. “Real men don’t dress like this.”
She was right. I felt humbled as I stood before her in a virginal white lingerie ensemble, hosiery and heels.
“I know” I answered, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Look
at me when I talk to you” she said. “I still love you, but I don’t see
you as fully male anymore and quite frankly, you’ve become more
passive, docile and feminine as your dressing has increased.”
The silence was deafening and just as I was about to speak she put her hand up indicating she wanted me silent.
“How long’s it been since you made love to me like a man? Can you remember?” She asked,
I couldn’t and told her so.
“I
need a real man once and awhile” she said. The words were painful.
“Our lovemaking is like two women. It’s good, even great sometimes, but
it’s not the same.”
“I’m sorry” I told her.
“Apology
accepted. I’ve decided to cuckold you. Before you say anything, I know
you know all about cuckolding. I’ve seen what you look at on your
computer” She said, watching me blush with shame.
“I see you like the idea” she said with a smile, looking at the bulge in my panties. “I think I’m going to like it too.”
To be continued.
Love,
sissy terrie 👄