A man-pretty husband is controlled by his wife into dressing up as a woman

I couldn’t believe that Susan, my wife of two and a half years would really do this to me. Yet here I sat in the back seat of our Olds wearing a short blue satin cocktail dress. The slinky skirt kept riding up my smoothly shaven, nylon-clad thighs to display a provocative glimpse of pretty pink lace.

Susan had insisted that I dress for the costume party from the skin out. Except for the girdle which held me tightly between my legs, my underwear was a matching set in the softest shade of glistening pink nylon and lace. Mike, sitting next to me, had been randy all night and now, slightly tipsy from the drinks, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of me.

In addition to insuring that I appeared as one of the prettiest girls at the party, Susan made me act out the role, insisting that I play the flirt and accept all dance requests. I was mortified when Mike was the first to ask me out on to the dance floor.

Unsteady in the three inch blue satin heels, it felt strange to be in the arms of this big man — following his lead. As we moved toward the center of the crowded floor, his hand drifted to my bottom, softly caressing me through my satin and nylon skirts and drawing me close. How embarrassing it was to feel his firm manhood pressing my lower tummy and thighs. Strangely, I began to relax and even enjoy the feeling of my skirts floating about my nylon-clad legs.

By the third dance, I knew that Susan had created a monster! I was actually looking forward to being in the arms of this big handsome man. Susan noticed it also. During the band break she sent me out on the secluded patio with a knowing grin. There was Mike! Before I knew it his arms were around my waist, his lips pressed firmly to mine. They felt so rough, not like a woman’s lips at all. His firm moist tongue penetrated my pink lips.

The lipstick I tasted was my own. Susan had painted my lips pink -“to match your lingerie”, she had smiled. Why had she done this to me? And why now, was my tummy melting as Mikes probing tongue explored my own mouth. His hands were everywhere, squeezing, feeling, caressing me through my thin dress, slip and panties. His hardness urgently pressing into my lower tummy. I felt so weak, so feminine. I felt my arms go around his trunk like neck pulling him deeper into my wet hungry mouth.

We must have necked for over an hour. When we returned to the ball room, the band announced the final song of the evening. Mike smiled lovingly down at me. With his arm around my slim waist he guided me once again onto the floor. It was as if I was hearing the tune “Moon River” for the very first time. With my pretty face buried in the nape of his neck, I didn’t notice Susan, who was dressed as a Pirate, dancing with Mike’s wife Linda, a pretty princess.

For the party, we had double dated with Mike and Linda, good friends we had known for more than a year. Now, as we were driving home, Linda was in the front seat nestled close to Susan, who was driving. Mike and I were in the back seat. Before we had left the party, Susan and Linda giggled at my smeared lipstick and makeup. They had quickly ushered me to the ladies room, there repairing the damage that Mike had wrought. It was Susan who, as she applied a liberal amount of perfume all over me, said that since I was having such a good time with Mike, I would ride home in the back seat – with him!

By the time we got home I’m afraid I was once again in need of makeup repair. Susan told Linda to fix me up while she fixed drinks. Later, Susan and Linda were seated on the couch, Mike and I on the love seat. I was the topic of conversation.

They all talked about how pretty I was and how I really should have been a girl. Mike, sensing my embarrassment, took my soft hand into his own as we sat there. I was amazed when Susan and Linda both said we made such a lovely couple. Mike took advantage of their acceptance to put an arm around my shoulders, his other hand gently resting on my tummy through the pretty satin dress.

Susan, rising from the couch, came over and placed her soft hand on my cheek, “You’re so pretty, honey,” she smiled lovingly down at me as I felt Mike’s hand move from my tummy to my breast. “Linda and I will sleep in the master bedroom, you’ll share the guest room with Mike.”

Before I could protest, Mike’s lips were on mine, his tongue deep between my pink lips. “Not that you’ll need it,” grinned Susan. “But I’ll lay a pretty pink nightgown out for you.” With their arms about each other they climbed the stairs. Just before they were out of hearing range I heard Linda. “Mike really likes pink!” she giggled mischievously.

* * *

Bright sunlight invaded my consciousness through the sheer curtains of the bedroom window. Why was I sleeping in the guest room? As my arm brushed over my chest I felt the lacy pink camisole and matching bra. The memories of last night suddenly rushed back to me. I looked down to see my stockings, panties, and pretty pink petticoat scattered on the floor. I felt lower. I was bare from the waist down. And then I remembered Mike. He had used me for his pleasure… as a woman.

Even though I was alone, I felt a sudden flush come to my cheeks. I sat up in the large queen sized bed. There at the foot was the lovely pink nightgown and matching peignoir that Susan had laid out for me.

I could faintly hear voices as if they were coming from the kitchen. Mike and Linda were still here. I felt so ashamed — how could I ever face my friend Mike after what he had done to me. And my wife Susan. Surely she must know. And then I recalled how she had encouraged me, almost forcing me to flirt with Mike.

As I threw my legs over the side of the bed, I felt an unfamiliar soreness. Realizing that I could not stay in bed all day, I rose to my feet, the long blond hair of my wig felt soft on my bare shoulders. Quickly I skimmed out of the camisole. Opting to leave my bra on, I slipped in to the beautiful floor length nightgown. It was so sheer I slipped on the pink panties for modesty sake. The peignoir tied at the waist with a wide pink satin belt. With immense dread, I stiffly made my way towards the kitchen to “face the music”.

Susan and Linda were already dressed, wearing almost matching sweat shirts and jeans. Mike wore his suit trousers from last night, and the white shirt, now without the tie. They were all chatting away, and sipping coffee. Susan was the first to see me. “Good morning, Sis” she welcomed with a big grin, “sleep well?”

It was obvious from her voice that she knew. Handing me a cup of coffee, she gave me a light peck on the cheek. Mike reached for my hand, drawing me into his lap as I sat the coffee on the kitchen table. “Good Morning, sweetheart” he breathed, kissing me full on the lips. As he positioned me on his lap, I felt his firmness through the sheer material of the gown and my thin panties. “How sweet” chimed the girls, almost in unison.

“We’ve been talking about last night, Sandy,” my wife began. “You were so beautiful as a girl, we’ve decided to keep you that way for a while.”

I was aghast! “What do you mean? What about my job? My friends?” I was lost for words at her announcement as I felt Mike’s strong hands on my tummy through my nighty and panties, pulling me deeper into his lap.

“You’re going to quit your job and be a little housewife for a while,” she smiled. “After all, with my income, you don’t really need to work anyway, and I for one look forward to having a nice well kept house for a change. Mike and Linda have agreed to move in with us. He and I will continue to work while Linda uses her vacation to teach you how to become a good little housekeeper.”

I felt Mike’s lips, nibbling at my ears as Susan spoke. I felt so strange. Yet now, without the protection of my girdle, my excitement was visible through my nighty and thin panties for all to see. I could not deny that Susan’s words, and of course, Mike’s attentions were having a turgid effect on my libido. Besides, Susan spoke as though the decision had already been made.

“Come along, Sandy, let’s get you dressed for the day,” smiled Linda as she took my hand. Mike was reluctant to let me go. I cried “Ouch” when he gave my ear a stinging little love bite. The girls both giggled as he finally released me to the care of his pretty young wife.

In a daze I allowed Linda to lead me to the master bedroom. I guess I would refer to it now as Susan’s bedroom since Linda and I removed all of my clothes from the closet and the bureau. We packed them away in boxes which Linda said I could take out to the garage later.

After a quick bubble bath, Linda had me slip into a white bra and panty set. She showed me how to put on the silky pantyhose by first gathering the sheer nylon in my hands. After stepping into a matching half slip she handed me a light green shirt waist dress. The skirt was very full and came to just above my knees. I secretly loved the way the soft folds swished over my nylon-clad thighs. Linda smiled as she noticed that secret look of delight in my eyes. “I think your going to be a very happy sissy,” she smiled, fluffing the skirt out.

At first I was very self conscious being the only one in skirts, and after all I thought, I AM a man. However, my lovely wife Susan and Linda did their level best to make me feel comfortable. And Mike -it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me. Every time I came close to him he would slip his arm around my waist or pat my bottom through my skirts and panties. Once as I bent to serve him a drink he even slid his hand up my nylon-clad thigh under my skirts and with a sly little wink, pinched my bottom. I was glad the girls didn’t notice!

* * *

That evening, Susan declared that we should all go to bed early as tomorrow was a workday. Handing me an extremely lacy white baby doll nighty, she asked Mike to take his “little bride” to bed. “You’ll probably have to help her with the back buttons of her dress,” she smiled as Mike ushered me up the stairs. I was somewhat miffed that my wife had referred to me in the feminine gender. But the thought quickly left my mind as Mike closed the bedroom door and took me in his massive arms.

Maybe she’s right I thought parting my painted lips to welcome Mike’s hot probing tongue. I felt my knees grow weak. My tummy melted. My strong masculine lover had waited for this moment all day. He wasted no time with the back buttons of my pretty green dress and the snaps of the lacy white brassiere. As I felt his hungry mouth on my nipple, I surrendered, completely submitting mind and body to his heated desire. With my soft pink lips at his ear I whispered “Oh Darling, take me. I’m yours.”

By morning I was truly sore. But I felt happy that Mike had found such satisfaction. I woke up completely under the covers. My baby doll nighty had worked its way up under my arms. I felt Mike’s toe wiggle teasingly at the juncture of my thighs as I rested my head on his strong furry thigh. I had savored the flavor of his masculinity for most of the night, grateful that he had possessed me so completely. And now for the fourth time he was again rising to the occasion. He lifted the covers smiling down at me. Mischievously I let my teeth close with a little love bite of my own.

I almost choked as I heard a knock at the door. Mike grinned broadly when I hurriedly jumped out of bed and tried to pull down the hem of my baby dolls. Realizing that it was hopeless, I quickly jumped back under the covers just as Mike’s pretty wife opened the door!

“You two better get a move on,” she smiled. “Sandy, I want you to help Mike get dressed so he won’t be late for work.” I felt so strange helping Mike into his shorts and slacks while below the frilly hem of my baby doll nighty I was completely on display. I had to keep brushing his playful hands from my bottom as I buttoned his shirt. After a crushing (but not unpleasant) kiss, he was out the door. Linda, sitting on the bed, had witnessed our little foray with an amused smile.

“He’s so impetuous!” she exclaimed. “Sometimes I think he should be on the receiving end, so he would know what it feels like.” I blushed deeply, trying without success to pull the hem of my short nighty down. “He really gets your motor running, doesn’t he Sandy?”

The answer was obvious from my openly displayed physical state. With a broad grin, she took my hand, leading me to my wife’s bedroom. “Don’t be embarrassed, silly, we girls have our little secrets. And besides we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other for a while.”

She casually removed her robe and hung it in what had been my closet. Her magnificent form was covered only by a filmy nighty. It was exactly the same as mine, except it was powder blue. Smiling at my embarrassed excitement, she slipped it over her head and handed it to me.

“Put this into the hamper, for now. Then go and start my bath,” she directed, looking me in the eye.

The thought of disobedience never occurred to me as I turned to do Linda’s bidding. After her bath, I enjoyed the task of drying her small but firm body all over with a fluffy white towel. As she brushed her teeth, she had me stand behind her, holding her firm breasts so they wouldn’t jiggle. I was surprised when she seemed to ignore my firm manhood below the hem of my pretty nighty pressing against the movements of her bare bottom.

“That was very nice. You make such a lovely brassiere,” she giggled, leading me back into the bedroom. “Really though Sandy, don’t you think you should slip some panties on before you have an accident?” she smiled tossing me a lacy pair of pink briefs. Turning shyly, I slipped into the cool nylon panties. The crisp ruffully lace at the leg openings tickled my smooth shaven thighs.

After I helped her dress in jeans and sweater she selected my clothes for the day. “We’re going shopping today Sandy, and unfortunately you’re going to have to be a man again – at least for a few hours. I don’t think you can yet pass completely as a woman in broad daylight.”

She tossed me a pair of my wife’s slacks. Thank goodness the zipper was in the front! They were of thin white cotton with elastic at the back of the waistband. One of her high neck pullovers in powder blue and a pair of sheer knee highs completed my clothing. My footwear consisted of a pair of straw like pull on sneakers. Only the discerning observer (or so I thought) could tell my clothing was completely feminine.

It wasn’t until much later in the day, after we had finished shopping and eating lunch, that I noticed the thin cotton materiel of my slacks glowed with the pink outline of my feminine panties. And the little satin bow above the left leg was almost clearly visible. My cheeks burned as I thought back to the then curious snickers and the ‘too broad’ smiles of other shoppers.

“Well I think they’re darling,” giggled Linda when she noticed the embarrassed look of enlightenment dawn on my face. “Not to worry though, sweetie, I doubt you’ll be leaving the house again for quite some while. Now, let’s get all these clothes put away before Mike and Susan get home.”

Soon we had everything in order. Linda had me slip into pantyhose and a skirt before we started dinner. Perhaps it was only coincidence that the skirt she handed me was of thin white cotton and styled with a front zipper just like the pants I had been wearing. Instead of pant legs though, it had a short, full circle skirt that fell to mid thigh.

“This will make your pretty panties a little less noticeable,” she smiled, handing me a lace trimmed half slip which was the same color of pink. Blushing once more, I stepped into the pretty garment and pulled it up under the skirt. Saying how Mike was such a leg man, she handed me a pair of white, four inch heels.

When she motioned for us to head for the kitchen, I asked about makeup, wig, and a brassiere. “No wig or bra for now,” she grinned, “but I guess a little lipstick couldn’t hurt.”

She continued while painting my lips a delicate shade of pink. “Your own hair is very pretty, you know. It won’t be much longer before we can do something with it. And as for a bra, I think it’s important that Mike gets to know the real you. If you’re really meant for each other, he won’t mind that you’re rather flat- chested. I’m glad that you are concerned about the size of your breasts though. I think most women are. But I’m sure you’ll learn to make the best of what you have.

“Also, I like the idea of your lovely wife seeing you this way. I don’t want her to think of you as an attractive young lady. For the time being, I want her to see you as a weak, submissive and completely feminized male. And as for yourself, I want you to think of a bra as something completely feminine. Something you must earn the privilege of wearing. Of course we’ll make some exceptions for those ‘special occasions’ like the other night at the costume party.”

“But Linda,” I interrupted. “Why are you doing this to me? I feel so strange. I really don’t think it’s right for a man to dress and act this way.”

She moved closer now. Her breasts pressed firmly against my flat chest as she reached up to fasten a large pink satin bow to my own medium length hair. “Ah, but you didn’t think it was such a problem last night, with Mike?” she winked.

I couldn’t suppress the furious crimson that rose to my cheeks. After spraying me generously with perfume, she took my hand. “You blush so prettily” she said with a big grin, leading me to the kitchen.

“Your legs look absolutely lovely in your sexy high heels, Sandy. If I know Mike, his eyes won’t even venture above your waist until you’ve got him eating out of your hand!” I blushed more deeply. But as we passed the full length mirror, I knew she was right.

My wife was the first to get home. Linda insured that I was ready, waiting by the door with a cool drink as she entered. As I had been directed, I greeted her with a soft smile and curtsy, lifting my short skirt so that just a hint of pretty pink lace showed beneath the hem. “How sweet, Sis!” she exclaimed. It looks like you’re really taking your new role seriously.”

She accepted the drink, handing me her brief case and purse. After a sisterly peck on the cheek she playfully patted my bottom and commented on my perfume.

Entering the living room, Susan set her drink on the coffee table. She went to Linda, and placed her hands on either side of her pretty face. “You’re really doing a good job with Sandy, Darling. At this pace, he’s going to be a sweet little housewife before we know it.”

With that, two soft pairs of lips met. Linda sighed softly as she leaned into my wife’s loving embrace. Their breasts and tummies crushed together. Linda eagerly parted her lips to accept Susan’s warm probing tongue. After what seemed like several moments, Susan broke the embrace and motioned towards me.

“Come along girls, you can both help me change out of this stuffy old business suit.” Leaving one arm around Linda’s waist, she took my hand, leading us both to the master bedroom.

“You girls look so sweet in your little outfits. It’s almost as if your sisters,” she smiled, hugging Linda closer and squeezing my hand. Linda had changed earlier into a skirt and top which almost matched my own. Her top was pink instead of the powder blue that I wore.

The resentment of being referred to as a girl by my lovely wife burned deeply. But the feeling was overcome as I heard the clacking of our heels and felt the gentle swish of skirts on my nylon-clad thighs.

Linda helped Susan out of her jacket and reaching around from the front, began undoing the back buttons of her blouse. Susan smiled with an audible “Mmmm…” as their breasts became snugly enmeshed. Standing behind my pretty wife, I unzipped her slim business skirt and lowered it gently down her long lovely legs. After I knelt to tug down her delicately laced oyster satin half slip, she lifted her feet one at time, freeing the skirts. I carefully hung the jacket and skirt in her closet and deposited the slinky half slip in the hamper. When I returned, the two women were once more locked in a long wet kiss. Quietly, so as not to disturb them, I knelt at my wife’s feet to help her out of the high heels.

With slight irritation in her voice Susan interrupted the kiss just long enough to tell me to run along and get ready for Mike. “And please close the door on your way.” she frowned. I felt a keen sense of humiliation as I placed her heels neatly in the closet. I left the room, softly closing the door as instructed.

I had little time however to pout. Mike was just coming in the front door. I blushed to the sound of his low wolf whistle as I felt his eyes consuming my long nylon-clad legs. Not knowing how to react, I just stood there feeling terribly on display. My fingers toyed nervously with the short hem of my flaring skirts. Before I realized it, his arms encircled my slim waist, drawing me close.

I looked up in surprise only to see his firm masculine lips being lowered with deliberate slowness until they met my own. The thought of resistance was only fleeting as I felt the strength in his powerful arms drawing me deeper into the embrace. His warm wet tongue pressed for entry.

My tummy began to melt as I felt his strong hand on my bottom through the layers of thin nylon. Slowly, my eyes closed. My soft painted lips parted. Once again we were bonded together as one. The thin material of my skirts and panties did little to conceal the turgid effect he was having on me. At my lower tummy I also felt his undeniable need.

I felt myself being lifted into his strong arms. He carried me to the guest room and ever so gently deposited me on the freshly made bed. He was quickly out of his pants and shoes and beside me on the bed. After another long, wet kiss, I was putty awaiting the mold. His strong hands gently positioned me to his liking. Without bothering to remove my own clothes, he merely lifted the hem of my short skirt and petticoat and lowered the pretty pink panties.

* * *

“You’re heels seem to be bothering you a little, Sandy” my wife commented later that evening as I served dinner. I did move rather stiffly, but it certainly wasn’t the heels. I blushed deeply, turning automatically to look over the table at Mike. He made no effort to hide a knowing wink. As understanding struck, Linda and Susan tried unsuccessfully to suppress a girlish giggle. Almost in tears, I lifted my napkin to cover crimson cheeks.

Realizing my embarrassment, Linda gave me an empathetic smile and a soft pat on my nylon-covered knee. “Don’t worry Sandy.” she said tenderly, “I have some ideas which I’ll share with you later. I’m sure they will help you with your little problem.

Emphasizing the word little, she glared coldly at her smiling husband. Thankfully, Susan changed the subject and I was soon serving coffee for the girls and brandy for Mike.

Later, after Susan, Linda, and I freshened our lipstick and perfume, we all played a round of pinochle. Mike and I were paired naturally against Linda and Susan. We laughed and joked as we played. It seemed so nice to have a foursome in the house. We all got along really great together. Once when it was Susan’s turn to deal, I poured more drinks and served some chips. While serving Mike, he pulled me down for a very randy kiss and his hand slipped beneath my short skirts to caress my nylon-clad bottom.

Although embarrassed to be fondled so intimately in front of my wife, I couldn’t help but submit his masterful touch. Linda and Susan had already sorted their cards. Susan impatiently and loudly cleared her throat. With a stinging little pinch high on the inside of my thigh, Mike finally released me. Returning to my seat I tugged desperately at the hem of my skirt.

They all exploded with laughter as Linda playfully smirked, “I think Sandy has a royal flush!” Catching the line, I couldn’t help joining in the laugh. Later, just before we all retired, Linda took me aside and led me to the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet and with an understanding smile handed me a small plastic jar of Vaseline.

“Tonight, just before joining Mike, you should use some of this.” Even though we were alone in the bathroom, I flushed hotly. But I knew she was just sharing a feminine secret. “Now run along and be a good little wife. I’ll see you in the morning.” she whispered, sending me off to the guest room with a firm little pat on my bottom.

After our earlier episode, Mike was much gentler. He had me undress slowly as he watched, insisting that I leave the high heels ’til last. Linda was right about my small chest.

Mike didn’t really seem to mind. With his warm mouth he made ample use of what there was. After our first round, we both agreed that Linda was right about the small jar too! What a smart lady she was. Thankfully, with my head once again resting on Mike’s furry thigh I fell into a peaceful slumber.

All night I had wonderful dreams about big, warm, juicy popsicles — and of things to come.