Married Crossdressing Fun Ch 1 - Sex Stories

Married Crossdressing Fun Ch 1

... fastened it to my head. I looked in the mirror again. I really looked like a woman. “Wow, just wow,” I said. “I can’t believe how beautiful you’ve made me. Do you think Antwan will be impressed?” “You little cock-slut. You’ve been thinking of him all day, haven’t you?” “Not all day. Just most of it,” I replied with a grin. “Well, I think he’ll be happy. Now, the best part is that I’ve organised for him and a few friends to come to our place on Friday night. I think you might need to take the day off. I will too, so we can get you ready for your big night as a sissy, girly cock sucking cumslut. I’ve decided that I will call you Mikki.” “Ooh, I like that, thank you,” I said. We found that we were almost the same shoe size, too. In fact I was half a size smaller than her. She said that I would need to put some tissues into the toes of her shoes so I wouldn’t slip around too much. “It’s gonna be hard enough for you walking around in 4 inch heels without slipping around inside the shoes.” She instructed me to practice putting her lingerie on, which was no great hardship. She also got me to choose some outfits to wear around the house each night. She helped me with the make-up. Each night that week, I was transformed into Mikki. When I was transformed, she got her dildo out and proceeded to fuck me like the slut I was. She really pounded me. I loved it! The week seemed to go forever but finally Friday arrived. We woke up and made beautiful love before we did anything else. “I love ...

... you, Michael, I really do love you.” “I love you too, Caz.” We spent the day getting ready. I think I changed my mind every five minutes about what I was going to wear. I just couldn’t decide. “Hey, wimp, make a decision,” Caz said finally. So I did. All black lingerie; black bra, garter belt, sheer stockings and full knickers to keep my cock in. Then a red pencil skirt with a black shirt. We did my make up and put on my wig and I was Mikki. Caz went for the same lingerie but in red although she wore a thong instead of full knickers like me. She also put on a short red dress that looked like it was painted on. With her make-up she looked stunning. We both put on 4-inch heels, black for me and red for Caz. When I told her so she said, “No less stunning than you.” I think I blushed. We opened a bottle of wine to calm the nerves. I felt like a teenager again, waiting for my first date. Finally, the doorbell chimed. Caz got up to answer it and I followed behind her. She opened the door and there stood an absolute mountain of a man. “Antwan,” was all Caz said, but there were a few statements in that one word. He leaned down and kissed her with real passion. When they came up for air, she grabbed his hand, turned to me and said, “Antwan, this is Mikki, who I’ve been telling you about.” “Well, aren’t you gorgeous, Mikki,” Antwan said in a deep, bass voice. “I’m very pleased to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” With that he grasped my hand, brought it to his lips and ...