Cuckold Sissy

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Cuckold Sissy
When my Filipina wife Daniella got to the U.S. I tried to hide the tattoos on my buttocks, but when she saw them, she looked at me like she wanted to vomit. When I was much younger, just after puberty, an older guy had pressured me into having them put on me. I mean, at the time I had mixed emotions: on one hand I knew that they would be permanent, and mark me as a faggot for life; but on the other I was very much sprung on this man – Jay! He was my first lover, and in fact had been the man who popped my cherry, so I very much wanted to please him. I don’t know – I guess in my silly little head I thought we would be together forever! He told me that because of my age, he couldn’t take me to a tattoo parlor, but that was no problem – Jay had lots of homemade jail house tattoos all over his big arms and chest – and he told me that he would put his markings on me himself. Over the course of the next 2 weeks he tattooed my ass and tits. He put his name in cursive on my right breast, and on the small of my back, just where my buttocks began to curve out, he put “Sexy Sissie,” with some flowers and butterflies. And on my left buttock, in large block letters he put “BARE,” and on the right buttock he put “BACK.” He also put a small ace of spades (Jay was half black, half white) just above my right ankle. It hurt when he did it, but we were drinking Curvoisier and smoking weed, so it wasn’t unbearable. Plus, I was naked and horny when bahis siteleri he did it, and when I’m horny I kind of like pain! And not only that but I thought they were pretty, and definitely sexy! There were frequent interruptions, because every time that Jay saw me naked, he’d want to fuck me (giggle!)

But not long after, Jay broke parole and they sent him back to the joint for 2 years – which seemed like a lifetime to a teenie like me. In the ensuing years, between Jay and Danni, I wavered back and forth between wanting to be a straight guy, and wanting to be a feminine woman! I had started crossdressing even before I met Jay, and, with my slight build and delicate features, I never had any problems passing as a female. So, ironically, I was probably more female by nature than I was male, even though I had male genitalia. Even when I was wearing regular guy clothes – like shorts and t-shirts, I was usually taken for a girl. Of course, my tits and smooth hairless skin was part of that. With the onset of puberty I had developed a nice set of female breasts – not too big – but as big as a lot of girls I knew. Plus, a lot of girls have to shave their legs, but the only body hair I ever got was pubic and armpit hair. I was a soft and smooth as any girl out there. I remember when I met Jay; he initially thought I was a girl – and I could see that he was attracted to me – and when I told him I was a boy – he flipped. I thought bahis şirketleri it would turn him off, but it actually got him hotter. I caught him looking at me one day, before we started dating, and I smiled and said: “What?”

He just shook his head and said: “Don’t ever go to jail.”

Anyway, when Danni saw my tats I could see that she was suddenly repelled by me. So I made up a story about how I had been mollisted and raiped. She finally accepted that but she never really looked at me the same afterward. What kind of a MAN gets mollisted and raiped? And a few months later, when Danni found my crossdressing stuff – panties, high heels, lipstick, ladyboy porn, she was furious and started packing her stuff. I begged her to stay and give me one more chance, and finally she told me that she would stay, but that the marriage was over. She let me know that she would remain my legal wife, but she was moving to the spare bedroom, and that she would be free to date other men. I had no choice but to accept. I had to get used to seeing my wife going out a night with other men. I had to get used to guys coming over and spending the night with my wife, hearing them make love in the next bedroom. I’d get so horny, I’d jerk off until my dick was sore. Eventually our relationship evolved from one of husband and wife to roommates. I began to revert to my girly self, and Danni and I would discuss the men she fucked, and I would do her hair and illegal bahis nails, and advise her on what to wear, and also romantic advice! Guys would come over and see me and assume that I was a woman – Danni’s lady friend! I began going out at night too – to adult video stores – dressed like a woman, to have sex with men in the preview booths. It was actually sexy, me doing Danni’s hair and telling her about the gorgeous black man that had fucked me the night before. She also gave me tips about little things a woman does for a man, little extras, like – running your hands lightly over the backs of their legs when you’re blowing them, or purposely making retching sounds when being head fucked, or keeping a damp washcloth handy to clean off their cocks after they cum, and lots of other little subtle seductive things that girlie-girls do to get a man.

Danni showed me a video she had done at work. She had applied for a job at a bikini bar that was located in a ghetto section of the city. after a few weeks her bosses had transferred her to an exclusive key club in Oakland, and part of the gig was for the girls to perform both on stage, dancing nude, and as actresses in the in house porn vids that they ran in the bar. In the vid she showed me there were two black men in the VIP room. Then Danni came in dressed in just heels and a silky lingerie, and sat down between the men. The vid was about 45 minutes long, and I watched my sexy Filipina wife suck cock, get fucked in her ass, and take both loads of cum all over her face! And later that evening, at the adult video store preview booths, as I sucked and fucked one hot black man after another, I was so happy that I had married Danni!

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