Cuckold Wife #1

Husband: I'm getting ready for my date, honey.

Wife: Look at you! What a deliciously debauched sissy gurl you have become.

Husband: Do you like it?

Wife: Like it? No, I am OBSESSED with it!!

Husband: (Kissing his wife)

Wife: Your prosthetic D-cup breasts are so enticing, barely held in place by that lacy bra. And that slinky blouse accentuates every curve of your body. Don't even get me started on that tight pencil skirt and thong - you're going to drive your date wild with insatiable desire.

Husband: I'm just a mere disciple who drowning in the beauty of your fashion sense of you, my dear wife. I am still in the process of learning how to imitate you.

Wife: It's no longer imitation, my dear. You have made it a part of yourself, and you have surpassed me! With that long blonde wig and skillfully applied makeup, you’ve become a stunning sissy slut. Any man who sets eyes on you will be consumed with uncontrollable lust, beyond measure. If only I had a cock as well... I can only imagine how hard it would be under this skirt and I would ravage you mercilessly like a filthy whore right here and now!

Husband: Oh, how I wish it were possible, my love. But alas, we must make do with what we have.

 Wife: Such a cruel twist of fate.

Husband: Well, at least I know how irresistible and seductive I am now. I’ve been struggling with getting ready and dressing up lately. I can hardly control myself when I think about becoming this, a fake woman; especially when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my arousal is almost too much to bear. My member strains against my skirt until it threatens to burst free! *giggles*

Wife: Well then, Maybe it's time for me to put you in a cage, my dear sissy. We wouldn't want you succumbing to those masculine urges anymore, would we? Especially since you've been wearing my skirts, dresses, and lingerie more often than lately. Not to mention using my dildo to satisfy yourself. I'm not even sure if I can still call you my husband.*giggles*

Husband: You're probably right. These masculine urges should be restricted. Maybe I am no longer your husband, but instead your wife or girlfriend.*giggles*

Wife: Now go, dearie. If you don't hurry, you'll be late for your little rendezvous with that handsome gentleman. But come back to me afterwards and tell me everything. Every detail of how you teased him, aroused him, kissed him with those luscious sissy lips, and took his member into your mouth like a true slut. How did it feel when he filled you up with his seed.

Husband: Will do, honey! I’ll see you soon!!

Wife: Don't forget to keep some of his fluids deep inside of you so I can see them dripping out from your skirt and pantyhose when you return home~ *giggles*

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