My Wife And Her Bulls Sissy Pt 01

This series documents how I became a sissy first for my wife, and later her bull. The first part doesn't really get into the nastier side but is a good introduction to my humiliation.

Matthew looked down at his cock pointing towards the ceiling, pushing through the sheer pink satin panties as his wife ran her fingers up and down it and he knew this was the beginning of something both quite terrifying and infinitely exciting...

It had been a normal Friday night for Matthew and Sarah, finish work, get home, grab a takeaway and crash in front of the TV with a few drinks in the evening. Yet tonight Sarah seemed to be really into the glasses of wine and for once she had chosen all the shows. They'd watched a fairly tame romantic comedy and were now on to some NetFlix sitcom with teens who were way hornier than they should've been discussing their sex lives in pretty dirty language. The kids were definitely having a lot more sex than he and Sarah had had in a long time he'd thought to himself, and a lot more varied.

Sarah stood up brushing past him in a slightly tipsy manner, grabbed a new bottle of wine from the shelf, popped it open, and handed Matthew a rather full glass. Matthew had thought the last one was going to be it and wasn't sure how this one was going to go down but he could see Sarah was having fun so what could another glass or two hurt.

"What are yours then?" Sarah asked, pausing the TV. She was referring to unfulfilled sexual fantasies, something the teens on the show had been talking about before she paused.

Matthew hesitated, it was a dangerous question in his mind when he thought about the kind of porn he watched and the fantasies he had. "You know... just normal stuff" he replied meekly.

Sarah let out a drunken giggle, "You know I don't believe that, and nor do you with that response!" she replied. She grabbed a stack of post-it notes from under the coffee table and threw them at Matthew, with a pen.

"Top 3, write them down, go on," she said with real confidence in her voice, "WHATEVER it is I'm sure I'll find it sexy." She smiled a tipsy, sexy smile at him which caused his dick to twitch in his pants.

Matthew's mind started to race, maybe she really would. They were both drunk and he could always brush it off as nothing major or drink talking the next day. "What about yours he replied?"

"Of course, I'll do it too" Sarah replied, grabbing another pen.

He looked over and saw her immediately scribbling onto the square of yellow paper. Matthew panicked, he knew the kinds of things he wanted to write but he was too scared, and he couldn't think of anything tamer and believable. In just a few seconds Sarah was finished and she was looking at him.

"C'mon, quick quick, put what you really want, I won't mind" a glimmer of a devious smile flashed across her face, but Matthew was too anxious to notice.

"Ok..." and he wrote...

I want to wear your panties

I want you to control my orgasms

I want to watch you suck a huge cock

As he finished he knew they were more extreme than he'd intended and Matt attempted to peel off the note and screw it into a ball, but Sarah was fast and plucked it right from between his fingers. He tried to utter a "wait..." but he knew it was no use as she jumped away from him, and threw her neatly folded note at him.

"You go first," she said, "but just the first one..."

Matthew could see she was now more nervous also, he opened the first fold and read:

"Number 1, I want you to eat my pussy every day." A grin grew across his face, "I didn't think you were that into it" he said.

Hannah looked shy, "well I want you to take me all the way, not just foreplay."

"I'm sure that can be arranged," his grin still growing.

Hannah looked down at his paper and read his first answer with an equally growing smile: "I want to wear your panties.... Oooh, who's a little perv. I bet your little dicky would look cute in them."

Matt's grin disappeared, that was the first time he'd ever heard her say his dick wasn't big. He knew it wasn't exactly huge but still. He could see she was still being playful and she looked beautiful with the cheeky flirty smile and slightly glazed eyes... at least she hadn't got angry he thought to himself, his penis starting to rise in his pants.

"Ok... number two. I want you to wear my panties whilst you eat me out." He looked up to Sarah "great minds...?"

A devious smile spread across her face, "maybe" she replied before quickly moving on to his second point.

"I want you to control my orgasms." She read. "What do you mean... tell me exactly what you want."

Her eyes were piercing into him now and he again felt sheepish talking about the fantasies he had been having for years. "Well, y'know, I want you to be in control of when I can... and can't... cum." He stuttered out.

"So, you're saying you wouldn't masturbate... even if I wasn't around, without asking me for permission first." She was becoming more and more confident in her reading of the situation and the words were almost being placed in his mouth it seemed to Matthew.

"Well... yeah. I find it kinda sexy if I can only cum for you." he replied with as much confidence as he could muster.

"Well I'm VERY sure that can be arranged... but there's going to be no cheating and breaking the rules if you do want that, right?" her eyes narrowed with a slightly sterner look.

"Ok..." Matthew replied, things were going rather fast now and he was kind of unsure what was happening... had he just given up his right to masturbate to his wife that easily, or were they still discussing it? He decided to move on and unfolded the last part of the paper:

"Number 3: I want to watch YOUR porn with you" he read, trailing off at the end in confusion, "what do you mean?" he asked, looking up to his wife.

The cheeky grin had returned to her face. "Well, I've been checking your computer for the last few months, and it seems you like quite a lot of interesting things..." she started listing on her fingers "sissies... forced bi... cuckolding... cum eating instructions..." she laughed. "You don't think this happened tonight by accident do you?"

Matthew had thought the evening's viewing, excessive drinking, and unusually frank sexual talk had been unusual but hadn't suspected this. He wasn't sure what to say next. He went to apologize but she cut him off:

"It's ok. I just think we had to talk about it... and this is going swimmingly, so yes, I want to watch your porn with you... probably with you wearing my panties and not being allowed to touch yourself without my permission", she giggled to herself. "Oh wait, there's one more of yours too, let's see..."

"Three. I want to watch you suck a huge cock."

Sarah's laughter got louder and stronger. Matthew wasn't sure what to say or do, he was looking down now at his feet, his cheeks were red and rosy... but in his pants his cock was straining hard against his boxers, standing to attention at the shame and humiliation he was currently feeling.

"Awwww look, little man's got excited," she said in a playful voice. "Shall we get him out to play before we go to bed?"

"Stand up" she said, almost as a command which Matthew found himself immediately responding to.

He couldn't look her in the face right now as she also got up and went over to him, quickly pulling down his tracksuit pants and boxers with one swift movement down to his ankles. Matt's cock sprang out of his boxers, bouncing around in the dim evening light before pointing proudly towards the sky. He wasn't tiny but his 4 inches or so was straining upwards showing his wife how aroused he truly was. Sarah paid his cock no attention in the moment though, removing his pants and underwear from around his ankles, before throwing it to the corner of the sofa. She was clearly motivated as she took the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, Matthew obliging by raising his arms like a child being undressed by a doting parent. Sarah had an inch or two of height on Matthew but it felt like a foot or more at the moment. She stood there, mere inches from his naked body, fully clothed in her skirt and blouse, looking down at him.

She let out a little "hmmmm..." before stepping back, reaching up under her skirt and pulling down her panties. Matthew's eyes followed her actions as he saw her reach up into her skirt and pull down a pair of small, pink, satin panties. He'd never seen those before, he thought to himself, they weren't really Sarah's style. He watched as she ever so slowly rolled them down over her lightly-tanned sporty thighs, over her knees, and down past her strong calves before delicately stepping out of them one foot at a time.

As she straightened back to a standing position the panties hung from one finger, outstretched towards him.

"Put them on" she said matter-of-factly.

"What?"

"You heard me" she said and thrust the panties towards him.

Matthew looked down at the panties that had landed in his hands. They were incredibly small, soft and light. He rubbed his fingers across the front and his cock twitched at the idea of what he was about to do. He opened the panties and turned them around, a few times, so they were facing the right way. Well at least he thought they were facing the right way, he wasn't sure with everything being so small and bent down to put them on.

First over one foot then the other, as he pulled them up past his knees they started to stretch either side and the soft, cool satin feeling against his legs felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. As he raised them up and they startled to nestle across his backside and around his balls bristling his short pubic hair. His dick strained harder than he'd ever felt before. He ran his fingers under the hems halfway up his butt cheeks, the soft satin spreading across his ass. He stood there enjoying the feeling of his balls brushing against the silky smooth material, the hemline cutting off between his balls and his cock poking up into the air, surrounded by his short pubic hair. He looked back up at his wife who was watching attentively, lightly biting her lower lip.

"All the way please honey, I want to see it all in my panties." She said, barely looking at his face, staring at his cock thrusting its way out of the satin.

He reached down, stretching the silky panties up and over his hard cock. The elastic pushed his dick back against his body and the soft material engulfed his raw head. The feeling was amazing and Matthew couldn't prevent himself from letting out the tiniest of moans.

"Cute" Sarah said as she placed her soft hands on both of his hips and backed him towards the sofa, lightly pushing him down into a sitting position and sitting next to him. "They suit you"

Matthew's cock was straining hard against the panties but he didn't know what to do next, his wife was fully clothed and taking control of the situation. All he could do is sit there, hands relaxed by his side and looking back and forth from his dick to his wife's breasts peeking out of her blouse. He knew he had to control himself or he'd be cumming in seconds.

"Relax," she said "this will feel good. Would you like to cum like this?"

"Ye-yes" Matt muttered.

"Ok. Just remember you have to tell me when you're getting close and ask permission to be allowed to cum." She again flipped into her matter-of-fact voice which Matthew had immediately taken as being very serious.

Sarah unbuttoned the next button down on her shirt, revealing a much wider cleavage than she'd been sitting with all night. Matthew could see she was wearing one of her best push-up bras, one that didn't match the pink panties he was now wearing he flittingly thought.

Next, she slowly moved her hands over to his body, running her right hand up the inside of his thigh, stopping millimeters from his balls. Removing her hand she reached out with one single thin finger and ever so lightly touched his balls through the satin panties. Matthew shuddered, a light wet mark appearing immediately at the head of his cock through the panties.

Sarah flashed him a smile and started to run her finger ever so slowly over his balls and up the shaft of his dick. Matthew tried to distract himself a little and raised a hand, aiming to touch his wife's overflowing breasts.

"Ah, ah, ah, no touching for you" she warned, taking her hand from his cock and moving his back to his side.

Sarah resumed, running a finger from under his balls, up between them and ever so lightly up his shaft. She repeated the motion a second time as Matthew started to raise his hips to try and increase the contact in his aching cock.

"Be a good boy and sit there" her eyes flashing a warning at him.

She repeated the motion three or four times before opening her hand and placing it firmly against his balls, pushing against them with more force than he had felt that evening. Lightly squeezing them between his body and the satin feeling hand. Matthew was aware that he was lowly and constantly moaning now, his wife paid him no heed and remained focused on his soft balls.

Sarah adjusted her position on the sofa, kneeling up to face him, side-on, her chest was now at his face height. All he could do was stare and her breasts stretching out from her blouse. She readjusted her hands to take his shaft between her thumb and first two fingers. Slowly she masturbated his cock through the silky satin panties, his embarrassment at how little she needed to do and how aroused he was built.

"Baby, I'm getting close..." he murmured to his wife, briefly looking up from her breasts to her eyes which remained focused on his panty-clad cock.

"You need to ask me baby" she replied, never once looking him in the eye.

As she said this her pace increased and her grip tightened. Matthew could feel the orgasm building in his balls.

"Please, uh, please can I cum?" he asked.

"You've gotta hold on for thirty more seconds." she told him, suddenly looking him deeply in the eyes as her fingers squeezed into the shaft of his cock, thrusting up and down against his body.

Matthew was desperately holding on now, his cock was dying to erupt. Sarah continued:

"Don't think I didn't forget your third fantasy... do you still want to see me suck a huge cock baby?" Her wry smile looking him in the eye.

Matthew had no time or ability to think: "Yes baby, yes. Please, please can I cum I can't..." he begged.

"Where are you going to cum baby?"

"In your panties"

"Good boy, you can cum"

Matthew was pretty sure he hadn't waited for permission, by the time she was saying "good boy" he erupted. A deep guttural moan escaping his lips, his hips arcing up away from the sofa. His cock spurting a boiling hot sticky load into the satin panties that engulfed it.

"Good boy" she repeated as she milked his cock of the last drops of cum still using just three of her fingers.

Matthew was exhausted, his head had flopped back against the sofa and he was staring at the ceiling in pure ecstasy.

"Did you enjoy that?" Sarah asked, her voice returning to a more normal tone than the sultry, sexy one that had been driving him crazy all evening.

"Oh god yes" he replied almost without thinking.

"Good" she said. "Me too..."

She paused for a minute before adding...

"I think you should wear those to bed."

"The panties?" he said. "But they're all sticky and gross."

"I know"

"But..." Matthew raised his head and looked her in the eyes. Somehow he knew she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Good girl" she said, without waiting for any kind of reply.

Matthew was very aware of what she said... but somehow didn't have any kind of response.

"C'mon lets get your sexy little butt into bed, you've got an interesting weekend ahead of you. Love you baby" She continued, spryly popping up from the sofa, sipping the last of her wine and walking off towards the bedroom.

Matthew sat there for a second. Shocked, surprised, and contented. That was the most intimate fun he could remember having with his wife in months... maybe ever. He waited a few minutes, letting his erection disappear. The sticky satin panties, covering his flaccid cock and drained balls with the leftovers of his orgasm. He awkwardly stood up and followed his wife to the bedroom with a broad smile on his face.