This is the first part in a story based on my fantasies which my wife has long been encouraging me to finish writing and publish. In my defence this is also my first ever submission and the first time I've tried to properly finish a fantasy story so I'm also very curious to see its comes out purely self indulgent or if it actually works as an erotic story. I promise there's more to come sooner rather than later!
Chapter 1
This was not the first time that I had ever questioned the wisdom of encouraging my beautiful wife to keep exploring my deepest secret sexual desires but it was certainly the first time I knew for a fact that we had gone to far the line I had always feared (but always secretly desired) was about to be crossed and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. Reality was about to come crashing in to my fantasies and I knew at the end of the day I only had myself to blame.
But when you have such a gorgeous open minded wife, who not only accepts your fantasies but actually seems to love exploring them, well its just really hard not to keep asking for more! The insane pleasure and excitement of it all was so deliciously tempting I not only found myself agreeing to any kinky scenario she suggested but also led me into volunteering new and increasingly more humiliating ideas for her to try out. I guess it should not really be any surprise to say that when she first suggested tonights fun I quickly jumped at the chance without thinking about the consequences. Just knowing how risky it was just made it all so much more exciting and if I'm really honest with myself, I should really admit that much of that excitement came from the rather terrifying thought that my lovely wife might actually break her word and cross the line that I had long claimed as an absolute. A line that she knew almost as well as I did that I had long secretly dreamt about crossing .
What were these fantasies I can hear you ask. Please tell us all about this kinky situation that you got yourself into and what was this line that was about to be crossed? I'm sorry to be so hesitant to say but actually writing this out and posting it online is a also bit of a line in its own way. Maybe if I describe the 'cheeky little' scenario which my wife suggested to me to you it won't take you long to figure the rest out.
I had agreed to dress up in my wife's clothes and let her tie me to our bed and leave me alone, bound and helpless in our bedroom while she went next door to entertain one of her new girlfriends from work. The dressing up and bondage were nothing new - we had done this many times. What was new was the fact that she had invited a real girlfriend around and left me helpless in a very compromising position mere feet away from her. She knew many of my earliest fantasies involved being discovered like this but I had always held out that reality of anyone real actually knowing what I fantasised about would be humiliating beyond anything I stand.
So here I am, bound and gagged and dressed as a girl listening to my wife laugh and joke with a total stranger through the wall in the very next room. She made sure to tie me down spread out on the bed so there was nothing I could hide and she helpfully left me a large mirror in view so I could see exactly just what a picture I made for whoever just might open our bedroom door. Looking down I could see my legs were dressed in sheer black stockings with kinky high heeled boots and are pulled apart so I anyone who came on could see right up the dress I'm wearing - a little black polka dot babydoll dress which did little to hide the sight of my erection straining to free itself from my wife's slinky little black knickers. And to complete the image of me tied to the bed dressed up as a girl, my wife had given me a push up black bra to wear, stuffed with a couple of her panties to order to create the shape of tits under my dress leaving no possibility of doubt that here was a boy dressed up as a pretty little girl. Pulled even tighter by the padded bra, my little polka dot dress barely covered the hard on I had bulging up out of my knickers. I could feel every little breeze run up my stockings and rustle my dress, constantly reminding me what a vulnerable position I was in. With my arms tied to each bed post I could do nothing to hide how embarrassingly aroused I was - nothing to hide how much I really did love being dressed up as a girl nor how excited I was by the possibility that at any moment my wife might open that door and let some unknown girl walk in and see what a dirty kinky sissy slut her husband really was!
With my heart skipping every time I heard a knock or a loud laugh next door but unable to do anything about it, my mind wandered and I found myself wondering about the wife who not only accepted the fact that her husband had fantasies about crossdressing but she seemed almost overjoyed by it. She loved to parade me in sexy little outfits she often helped pick out for me and loved to tell me how beautiful I looked - better than a supermodel she claimed with my slim boyish figure and slightly androgynous features. She always preferred my hair long and it was not long before I realised that she really did fancy me as a girl - and the fact that she was bisexual meant that she now had the best of both worlds in her mind. The worrying part was that just as she was proud of me as her husband I realised that she was equally proud of me dressed up as a girl and she had even admitted to wanting to proudly show off her sexy girly husband to her friends.
For myself the crossdressing had little to do with wanting to become a girl but was really something that fell out of earliest fantasies. See I've always been very ticklish and I loved the idea of being tied up and tickled until I can't take it anymore and will do anything, promise anything - no matter how embarrassing - anything for a moments rest. So being forced to dress up in girls clothes and parade around so that everyone could see how much I liked it was a common request from the girls I would fantasise held me captive. And it was a very effective one too as it only took a couple of photos to blackmail me into being the girls slave for her and friends' amusement.
Of course my wife was well aware that being made to 'expose' my kinky side was something that I also fantasised about, and over the years we had played many kinky games where I often found myself pushing to exploring the boundaries of our sexual dreams and desires. The more we played the more I came up with ideas for testing our limits but which didn't actually cross any real lines - lines for me which risked real friends finding out my secrets. Amongst other ideas, we had written about our fantasies online, created a kinky photo blog and gone as far as visiting local fetish events - we had even toyed with the idea of visiting a professional mistress.
Knowing tonight was something I had long fantasised about happening, once my wife had me all dressed up and tied helplessly to our bed, she took her time before her friend arrived tormenting me a little about what might happen tonight. Making me admit that it was always me pushing to be dressed up or to ask to have humiliating photos posted online - she teased me about how much I must love the thought of being discovered dressed up as a sissy slut and made fun of for loving so much. And to prove her point, she opens my laptop to look up a fetish forum where she does just that, posting the photo she had just taken and asking for ideas and suggestions for what to do tonight with her 'sexy slut husband'. I realised that even if she doesn't invite her friend she sounded like she was planning on using it to get me to agree to something maybe even more embarrassing. I really had only myself to blame for letting myself get into this position.
By the time she was getting ready for her friend to show up there were a fair few comments on the forum website which she took great pleasure in reading out to me. Acting on one of them she starts to make a little introductory video of me to post on the forum. Holding my laptop over me she opens the webcam, hits record and pans the camera up and down me, describing who I was and what I was tied up for. She points out how pretty I look and what a hard on I have under my dress. Putting the laptop to one side she leaves it recording. I look over and can see she has created a user poll for her thread. The poll I find is on how she should end the night - what would they like to see happen - she even invites new suggestions. She makes me read them out..
Invite my new girlfriend to come and watch me fuck my girly husband
Fuck him like the slut he is and video it to post online for everyone to watch
Set up a webcam and invite people to ask him all about his fantasies.
