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This is based on an approximate date of August 15, 2008 at 8PM as the last time I fucked my wife.




Tuesday, December 21, 2010

My wife has a paid ad on an adult personals site and has, by her count, fucked more than 400 men.  These are some of the testimonials men have written online after an afternoon or a long night fucking her.

"One of the best things about sex with her is her husband knows where she is so there is no need to rush.  Spending the night with her is an amazing experience."

"She is so tight, it's like she milks the cum out of your cock!"

"Gents, I'm here to tell that this lady is capable of draining you something fierce! She has some awesome technique; make her happy and you'll get it back in spades!"

"What a tiger! She is what we call enthusiastic for sure. Certainly loves to fuck and is multi-orgasmic. Mmmmm what erotic times, I bet the folks in the next room enjoyed the noise too!"

"One sexy woman, hot and sensual, a LOT naughty. I really hope to fuck her more often."

"I smile everytime I pass the Holiday Inn just thinking about how many times you can cum and how wet you can get!"

"You may have had your dick sucked before but you’ve never had a blowjob until this lady honors you with one.  She can do things with her tongue you won’t believe."


I guess she must still be a pretty good fuck although in the past 9 years I wouldn't know.  And now that I'm castrated, other men will still know but I will never know again.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

I Am A Sissy Faggot Cuckold

I am a sissy.  A faggot, a wimp, a cuckold.  I mean what else can you call it.  If you are a male and have had the man you are sleeping with pull your nightgown up and your panties down at 3AM to fuck your ass for the second time that night, you are a sissy faggot.  If you are a male and you have to repair your makeup because the man still relaxing between your perfumed green satin sheets just spent hours kissing you and fucking you for his pleasure, you are a sissy faggot.  If you are a male and have ever deep throated your wife's well hung lover fluffing him before taking him in hand, guiding his cock into your wife’s pussy and then watching him fuck her to more orgasms in 30 minutes than you can give her in a week, you are a sissy faggot, a wimp and a cuckold.  Since I've done all of these things, and a lot more, it's pretty much a given that I'm a sissy.  Right now I can hear all the alpha males gnashing their teeth, thinking that they would be glad to show the little faggot's wife what a real man is like (and a few thinking they would show me what a real man is like).  Rest assured my wife already knows what a real man is like since she's fucked at least 400 of them in the years she has been cuckolding me, but if she likes you, she would let you fuck her anyway.  And I have to admit that I love the sounds she makes when she has a good lover with a normal or larger cock plus some stamina fucking her instead of me with my what was my little dicklette and 2 minute premature ejaculation.  But I digress. We've established that I'm a sissy, a wimp, a faggot and a cuckold.  Ok, I admit that I love the way a stiletto heel arches my foot, the sound of the heels clicking as I walk.  I absolutely adore the feel of a light breeze blowing across the pantyhose clinging to my smoothly shaved legs, the feel of a skirt and nylon slip swishing back and forth around my knees rubbing against the nylon of the hose.  I love the way my legs look encased in suntan or black Sheer Energy pantyhose and the way they cling to and massage my legs.  I love the way men stare at my legs when I wear a really short skirt.   And, when my tiny cock is tucked back between my legs now that I'm castrated, I love the way  a control panty compresses my groin making me look so flat, so unlike a male.  I adore a really feminine silk or satin blouse with a lot of ruffles or lace, the frillier the better.  I love the sight of a gold chain around my ankle, red polish on my finger and toenails, the taste of lipstick, the smell of my Estee perfume and the weight of earrings hanging from my double pierced ears.   To sum it up, if it feels soft and silky, if it's frilly and really feminine, I can assure you I will love it and wear it.   However, let's get to the crux of the matter as far as being a sissy is concerned.  Sex.  Men.  I like them!  Can you be a sissy if you don't like being used by men?  I guess you can but to me the ultimate sissyhood is giving pleasure to a man by letting him have your body.  I find it so amazing how hard a man is and yet how soft because to me, it feels like a velvet covered steel rod as he slides between my lips and across my tongue when I suck a cock.   I mean I absolutely adore the sight of my lipstick prints far down on the base of a man's cock but the thing that makes me feel the most sissyish is to have a man hold my hips and pull me back as he drives forward fucking my ass.  I don't know why I feel it's more of a sissy thing to let a man fuck me that way than to suck his cock but I do.  Maybe it’s just that he can put his arms around me and totally possess me that brings out those feelings.  Plus I adore the feeling when he cums.  His breath speeding up, shoving deep in my ass and then that hot liquid squirts deep into me feeling like hot lava exploding into my body.  Fabulous!   The question though is why?  Why as a sissy would I enjoy oral and anal sex, the two things that the majority of men would say is the most humiliating and degrading thing they could have done to them?  I really don’t know for sure why other than I’m not a real man.  Now that I'm castrated none of this matters but in the past it was certainly not for the sexual release because I didn’t want reciprocation of any kind and when he left me, I wanted to be sexually frustrated.  I wanted my orgasms to be denied, not by someone else or by a chastity device, but by me not allowing myself pleasure.  After all, it should be about his pleasure not mine.  Maybe it’s about the humiliation of being used as a sex object by men.  The humiliation of being used as a pussy instead of being a real man hunting women for pussy.  The humiliation of not being seen as a person but as a simple castrated sex toy to be used for masturbation by men.  The humiliation of being possessed and used by the hunter; my ass taken as the prey of the predator.   It’s certainly not about being passive as he fucks me since I’ve been on top many times, bouncing up and down on cocks in both the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl positions.  Actually, I think it’s because I’m a sissy, I know I’m a sissy and therefore I’m going to enjoy being a sissy.  After all, the first time I wore one of my mother’s nightgowns at a very young age, I adored the feel of the nylon sliding over my body.  When my best friend and I were barely teenagers and sucked each other’s cocks, I loved it  (he didn't, another story)When Al slid his cock in my ass and fucked me that first time, even though I was so stoned I barely knew what was going on, I thought the feeling of his cum (a lot of it) jetting into my ass was so amazing.  At every step along the way I enjoyed being a sissy and I have tried to be the best sissy I could.  My attitude has always been if I’m wearing a dress; fem myself to the max.  If I'm sucking his cock; give him a blowjob that will make him fantasize about my red lips around his cock the next time he masturbates.  If he’s fucking me; give pleasure to him that will have him dreaming about my ass even when he's fucking a woman. 
I’m a sissy.  A wimp, a faggot and a cuckold.  And I’m proud of it.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Humiliation

I lined up the cock in my hand to just the right spot, noticing my red lipstick print about six inches down on it and about two inches up from the base. When I said now, he began pushing forward, sliding his cock between my red nail tipped fingers until I pulled my hand off and he shoved forward burying all eight inches and bringing out a loud moan.  As he pulled almost seven inches out and then slammed forward, another moan sounded out followed by a gasp as his cock bottomed out.  I was so hyper-aware of everything in the room, the smell of my perfume, the taste of my lipstick, the motion of the dangling earrings hanging from my pierced ears.  I could feel the tightness of my bra, the silkiness of my slip, the soft feel of my Silk Reflection thigh-high hose and the arch of my foot in the fashionable Gloria Vanderbilt stilettos I wore.  I was very aware also of how hard my little cock was as I listened to the sounds coming from the bed where he was slamming his cock in and out of my wife.  You see, the spot I had guided his cock was the opening of my wife's pussy and I held it steady as he pushed it into her.  How can I describe the humiliation of the moment as I watched that cock I had been sucking earlier slide deeper into my wife than I had ever been.  The shame I felt as orgasm after orgasm shot through her, more orgasms in just a few minutes from him than I managed to give her in a week.  My cock, what little there is of it was so hard and it was difficult to keep my hands off of it.  It was so erotic watching him fuck her, seeing her reactions to sex that lasted longer than a couple of minutes, hearing her saying little things about "so deep" and "so good."  In other words, seeing how she reacted to a real man instead of a premature ejaculating, sissy wimp like me, her cuckold husband.  And cuckold is definitely a right description of me as this was not the first man she had fucked by a long shot nor was it the first of her boyfriends I had sucked before they fucked her.  The humiliation of the entire afternoon was so wonderful, sucking his cock that was so much bigger and longer than me, guiding his cock into my wife, the orgasms he gave her, the sounds she made.  Of course I get new humiliations all the time since she currently has four boyfriends that she's fucking.  In fact, she's been spending the afternoon with one of them while I've been home writing this.  The only reason I'm jealous is he's not bisexual and I don't get to suck his cock hard before he fucks her.  Oh well, a sissy can't have everything.