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The Making of a Sissy- The Journey 5

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For those that have been reading this account you’ll know that I’d now become a crossdressed cuckold and, last time, I was made to clean my wife’s spunk filled pussy while she was in the ar s of Clayton, her black lover. I mentioned how they thought I looked ridiculous dressed in undies and, to be honest, although I loved the feelings stockings etc gave me I felt a bit ridiculous too. That was to change because after I had licked and sucked all the Cum Clayton had deposited in my wife I was told to return downstairs. When they joined me, about 15 minutes later, they told me there was to be another change. In future, I was to be fully dressed when Clayton visited. However, I was to be fully dressed in female attire; from head to toe. Wig, make up, the full works. Including a smooth body. Clayton told me he was coming over on Saturday and all three of us were going shopping for suitable clothes for me as Karen’s clothes wouldn’t fit me. Sure enough, when Saturday came, Clayton arrived and off we went shopping. They took me to Honour in London which, you may be aware, sells erotic clothing, shoes etc as well as sex aids. On the tube they made it obvious they were ‘a couple’ with lots of kissing and touching, holding hands etc, all the while pretty much ignoring me. It must have looked very strange to the other passengers and I was acutely aware of the looks we were getting. Once we got to Honour in Waterloo they both set about choosing items, leaving me alone looking totally embarrassed. They were not at all discrete about who the clothes were for but the sales assistant didn’t bat an eyelid. The most embarrassing moment came when they chose shoes. I was wearing stockings under my jeans so was told to try the shoes on and walk around so they could see if they were appropriate. By the time we left the shop, they had everything needed for my transformation. Skirts, mini of course, in both pvc and satin. Wig, blouses and tops, two pair of 5” stilletoes, one red and one black and both pairs were lockable. They also bought more undies, bras and knickers etc. Clayton couldn’t stay once we’d got home but was going to be back on the Tuesday evening where he expected to see the new me. Tuesday arrived and I was fully dressed in black stockings, matching bra and silky knickers, black pvc mini skirt with a silky blouse. Full make up and wig with a necklace and clip on earrings my wife wife had bought for me. The strange thing was I didn’t feel anywhere near as embarrassed as I did wearing just undies. Plus, I must admit, I loved it. This was to be my role in my marriage from now on. The sissy cuckold husband, dressed like a cheap tart and waiting on my wife and black lover. I haven’t had sex with Karen since that day, unless you count the occasional orgasm she had when I was cleaning the Cum from her well fucked pussy following a good fucking from Clayton. Their relationship continued for nearly eight years. Over those years my wife changed from being a ‘hot wife’ to a black cock slut. They did all the things I used to do with Karen, cinema visits, meals out etc. I was always left at home, fully dressed as their sissy awaiting their return. At no point in their relationship was I required to suck Clayton's cock or touch him in anyway. I don’t think it crossed our minds at all. It was never something I thought of and was never mentioned at all. Eventually, all this came to an end. Clayton was offered a position with his firm in Canada that was too good to turn down and, so, he went. Although we tried to return to normal married life, it was impossible. Our roles were fixed. I enjoyed the dressing up and didn’t want to stop and Karen didn’t want to return to having sex with me. After a long chat one evening it was decided that Karen would try to find a replacement for Clayton. However, she’d decided she would only look for someone who was black, no longer having any interest in white guys. Eventually we met Al. If there is sufficient interest, I’ll continue. Note. For those interested this is a factual account of our marriage, not fiction. We’ve been married now for 47 years and are still deeply in love.
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