MiL's sissy 6
The weeks that followed Christmas were hectic with preparing for Joan to move into her new house.
It seemed an endless round of measuring rooms, going to shops and ordering furniture and fittings.
Then when she moved into her house, it was waiting for deliveries and moving things around to her satisfaction.
On the first weekend after she had moved in, I was relaxing on the sofa, just wanting to relax and do nothing, then the phone rang.
Lesley answered it and it was obviously her mum on the phone and as she was chatting I heard the ominous words of "I'm sure he won't mind", and I knew my plan of just relaxing was about to be quashed.
She looked at me and said "Mum needs some shelves putting up, you don't mind, do you?"
I'm sure my face showed that I did mind, but I would do it anyway.
With a wicked grin she said "I will make it worth your while."
My cock gave a little throb, knowing that when I got back I was on a promise of having sex, and as Joan was no longer in the house we would not have to worry about making too much noise.
Joan's house was about a half hour drive, so I knew it would be no more than two hours before I was back, and I was thinking of what we would get up to when I returned.
As I drove to Joan's house I was thinking of the 'dressing up' adventures I had with Joan, and while I knew that was over, I would have many wanks thinking about what had happened.
As I pulled up outside her house, she opened the door, and I could see she was wearing the pleated skirt she had got at Christmas, and I was right, it was sexy.
The length was just above her knees so it was not raunchy, but as she moved, the skirt flowed beautifully, when she turned round to let me in the skirt flared out.
Part of me would love to see her in a pleated skirt, but much shorter, showing stocking tops, mmmmmm
I knew when I finished this job, and was going home, I would phone Lesley and tell her to be wearing her naughty schoolgirl outfit.
My cock was getting hard thinking of her greeting me at the door dressed up.
I followed Joan into the house, and she made her way up the stairs, so now her bum was literally inches away from my face, I just wished I could lift her skirt up, and kiss it, and with the image of when I got home, I would undoubtedly be following Lesley up the stairs, and her stockings would be clearly on view.
I hoped the job that Joan had for me was quick, as I was as horny as hell, wanting to go home and fuck my wife.
Joan went into her bedroom, and as I followed her, my eyes went to her bed, and I was amazed at what I saw.
Laid out on the bed was a pink satin maids outfit, it had black lace trim and so many petticoats that even though the dress was laid down, the skirt was standing up.
Next to it was pink satin suspender belt, black stockings, knickers and bra.
I felt my jaw drop open.
Joan sat on the bed, next to the maids uniform, and was stroking it and said "I'm looking for a sissy, do you know anyone who would be interested in being my sissy."
I felt incapable of speech but felt my head nodding, as though my brain was no longer in control and my body was doing what it wanted.
She kept stroking the maids dress and said "John (her husband) was my sissy, and when he died I thought I would never be lucky enough to have another sissy.
I remember when I found out he liked wearing frillies, I had come home unexpectedly, strangely enough it was because I had forgotten my purse, and came into our bedroom and saw him on the bed, dressed in my knickers and bra, and wanking himself.
I was shocked and annoyed, and he burst into tears and was saying that he would never do it again.
My underwear drawer was already open, and I grabbed everything that was in there, and threw it on the bed next to where he was lying down.
I picked up each item and asked if he had worn them, some he said he hadn't, and some he had.
I put them into two piles, according to if he had worn them or not.
I could see the plainer cotton knickers were 'safe' and the frilly, lacy knickers had been used.
I wasn't sure if I was going to wash the worn clothes, or throw them out.
As I was going through the clothes I could see his cock was getting harder again, my lacy knickers that he was wearing was doing little to hide his cock, and I found that I was beginning to get excited seeing his cock grow.
As it was obvious it was the sexy lingerie he had worn, I began to select the frilly underwear, then stroke it up his leg, over his lacy covered cock and dropped them on his chest.
Soon he was covered in my sexiest lingerie, and I was so excited that I straddled his cock, pulled it out from the knickers he was wearing, then pulled my knickers to one side and mounted his cock.
Both of us were so excited that the sex was fast and enjoyable.
After that I thought 'it was only clothes' so why couldn't he have his own frillies.
We went shopping to get some frillies of his own, and I must admit that it was a great turn on to be choosing the sexiest lingerie, knowing it was my husband who was going to model them for me, and both wanted to rush home, and by god, we had some fun times when we got home.
I also found out when he was dressed in his lacy knickers, and I was playing with his cock, he would just keep talking about his deepest fantasies.
It was him who said about the word, sissy.
As I played more with his cock, he would keep saying about me fucking other men.
At first I thought it was just a fantasy, but he kept going on about it, so one day we decided to make the fantasy into reality.
We went on the Internet and managed to find another man we were both happy with, and arranged a 'date'.
John drove me there and waited there to pick me up afterwards.
I must admit it was exciting being fucked, knowing my husband was waiting for me.
When I was satisfied, I went out to get my lift home, and I could see he had his trousers open, showing his stockings, suspenders and silky knickers, and he was wanking himself.
When I got into the car, I straddled his lap, pulled my knickers to one side, and my lovers cum dripped out of my cunt, onto his cock, and he came immediately.
When we drove home, I made him keep his trousers open, so if anyone looked into the car would see he was wearing lingerie.
He kept asking my what had happened, how big his cock was, did I suck him, what positions we fucked in.
As I was answering him I could see his cock getting harder, and by the time we got home we were both feeling horny, and only just got into our house, and I was on all fours, and he was fucking me from behind.
He came quickly again, and I made him lick me until I was satisfied.
From then on we quite often arranged other dates.
Sometimes I would make him stay in the next room, dressed in his frillies, so he could hear what was going on, and was only allowed into the room when my lover had gone, so he could lick my cunt clean.
There were a few times when he was dressed in his maids uniform in the bedroom.
I told him to face the wall, so he could not see what was happening, he could only listen.
The only time he wasn't facing the wall was when he was sucking my lovers cock, to make it nice and hard to fuck me, or licking me clean.
We had some great times, but when he died I thought I would never experience anything like that again, then when I caught you wearing my clothes, all the feelings flooded back, and made me want to relive those feelings".
All the time I was listening to this and was wishing my wife would treat me like that, my cock was as hard as I could ever remember.
"So if you want to be my sissy" she said "you had better strip, and we can get you dressed."
Within seconds I was stripped off, with my cock throbbing hard and leaking pre-cum showing how excited I was.
She picked up the suspender belt and came over to me and wrapped it around my waist.
Then had one of the stockings and placed it over my foot and smoothed it up my leg, and attached it to the suspender straps.
As she attached the suspenders her mouth was millimetres from my throbbing cock, I could even feel her breath on my cock.
If it had been my wife I would have guided my cock into her mouth, but I did not feel to be in control of the situation that would allow me to do that to Joan.
Then she got the other stocking and smoothed it up my other leg.
A drop of pre-cum landed on her hand, and almost absently she put her hand to her mouth and licked it off.
Then she held the knickers for me to step into and pulled them up my legs, and soon my cock was surrounded by its satin and lace prison.
She then held out the bra for me to put my arms through, and clipped around my back.
She smiled and said "I think we have something better than rolled up stockings to fill your bra" and she went over to a drawer and pulled out a pair of silicone boobs and put them into the cups of the bra.
It was amazing to feel the weight of 'my' boobs pulling against the bra straps, and I could see the nipples pushing against the satin bra cups.
She then held up the maids uniform to put it on me.
I obediently held my arms up so she could slip it over my head.
Once it was on she went behind me and zipped me up.
As I looked down all I could see was the dress bulging out where 'my' boobs were, and below that because of all the petticoats, the skirt was being held out, so I couldn't see my legs.
I looked up and could see my reflection in a mirror, and I could see that my stocking tops were only just covering by the lacy petticoats, I wished I could have just wanked myself looking at that image, but Joan led me to her dressing table and sat me down and said "let's finish the look."
I was happy with what I was seeing, but she put some foundation on my face, the feeling of her hands on my face were both relaxing and exciting.
Then the mascara, and eye liner, blusher and finally lipstick.
I had seen my wife putting on her make-up many times, and I will admit I had secretly tried to use her make-up but the result looked more like a clown than a sexy woman, now Joan was putting the make-up as it should be.
When she was satisfied she reached into a drawer and pulled out a wig, it was Ash blonde and when she put it on my head, the hair went down to my shoulders.
She got me to stand and look in the mirror "what do you think?"
Fuck, the image that stared back from the mirror was a sexy as hell.
It was me, but a feminine, sexier version of me, and with the sexy French maids uniform showing the hint of stocking tops, it was as sexy as hell.
"Give us a twirl then" she said with a smile.
I knew why she wanted me to do that, do my skirt would flare out even more, showing my stockings and suspenders.
I was more than happy to do this, and quickly spun around, knowing what I was showing, with part of me hoping I would show my knickers as well.
As I completed my turn, it suddenly struck me that there had been someone standing in the doorway behind me, and I quickly turned back to face the doorway, part of me was aware of my skirt swishing out again, but mainly I was shocked to see my wife standing there.
To be continued.....
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It seemed an endless round of measuring rooms, going to shops and ordering furniture and fittings.
Then when she moved into her house, it was waiting for deliveries and moving things around to her satisfaction.
On the first weekend after she had moved in, I was relaxing on the sofa, just wanting to relax and do nothing, then the phone rang.
Lesley answered it and it was obviously her mum on the phone and as she was chatting I heard the ominous words of "I'm sure he won't mind", and I knew my plan of just relaxing was about to be quashed.
She looked at me and said "Mum needs some shelves putting up, you don't mind, do you?"
I'm sure my face showed that I did mind, but I would do it anyway.
With a wicked grin she said "I will make it worth your while."
My cock gave a little throb, knowing that when I got back I was on a promise of having sex, and as Joan was no longer in the house we would not have to worry about making too much noise.
Joan's house was about a half hour drive, so I knew it would be no more than two hours before I was back, and I was thinking of what we would get up to when I returned.
As I drove to Joan's house I was thinking of the 'dressing up' adventures I had with Joan, and while I knew that was over, I would have many wanks thinking about what had happened.
As I pulled up outside her house, she opened the door, and I could see she was wearing the pleated skirt she had got at Christmas, and I was right, it was sexy.
The length was just above her knees so it was not raunchy, but as she moved, the skirt flowed beautifully, when she turned round to let me in the skirt flared out.
Part of me would love to see her in a pleated skirt, but much shorter, showing stocking tops, mmmmmm
I knew when I finished this job, and was going home, I would phone Lesley and tell her to be wearing her naughty schoolgirl outfit.
My cock was getting hard thinking of her greeting me at the door dressed up.
I followed Joan into the house, and she made her way up the stairs, so now her bum was literally inches away from my face, I just wished I could lift her skirt up, and kiss it, and with the image of when I got home, I would undoubtedly be following Lesley up the stairs, and her stockings would be clearly on view.
I hoped the job that Joan had for me was quick, as I was as horny as hell, wanting to go home and fuck my wife.
Joan went into her bedroom, and as I followed her, my eyes went to her bed, and I was amazed at what I saw.
Laid out on the bed was a pink satin maids outfit, it had black lace trim and so many petticoats that even though the dress was laid down, the skirt was standing up.
Next to it was pink satin suspender belt, black stockings, knickers and bra.
I felt my jaw drop open.
Joan sat on the bed, next to the maids uniform, and was stroking it and said "I'm looking for a sissy, do you know anyone who would be interested in being my sissy."
I felt incapable of speech but felt my head nodding, as though my brain was no longer in control and my body was doing what it wanted.
She kept stroking the maids dress and said "John (her husband) was my sissy, and when he died I thought I would never be lucky enough to have another sissy.
I remember when I found out he liked wearing frillies, I had come home unexpectedly, strangely enough it was because I had forgotten my purse, and came into our bedroom and saw him on the bed, dressed in my knickers and bra, and wanking himself.
I was shocked and annoyed, and he burst into tears and was saying that he would never do it again.
My underwear drawer was already open, and I grabbed everything that was in there, and threw it on the bed next to where he was lying down.
I picked up each item and asked if he had worn them, some he said he hadn't, and some he had.
I put them into two piles, according to if he had worn them or not.
I could see the plainer cotton knickers were 'safe' and the frilly, lacy knickers had been used.
I wasn't sure if I was going to wash the worn clothes, or throw them out.
As I was going through the clothes I could see his cock was getting harder again, my lacy knickers that he was wearing was doing little to hide his cock, and I found that I was beginning to get excited seeing his cock grow.
As it was obvious it was the sexy lingerie he had worn, I began to select the frilly underwear, then stroke it up his leg, over his lacy covered cock and dropped them on his chest.
Soon he was covered in my sexiest lingerie, and I was so excited that I straddled his cock, pulled it out from the knickers he was wearing, then pulled my knickers to one side and mounted his cock.
Both of us were so excited that the sex was fast and enjoyable.
After that I thought 'it was only clothes' so why couldn't he have his own frillies.
We went shopping to get some frillies of his own, and I must admit that it was a great turn on to be choosing the sexiest lingerie, knowing it was my husband who was going to model them for me, and both wanted to rush home, and by god, we had some fun times when we got home.
I also found out when he was dressed in his lacy knickers, and I was playing with his cock, he would just keep talking about his deepest fantasies.
It was him who said about the word, sissy.
As I played more with his cock, he would keep saying about me fucking other men.
At first I thought it was just a fantasy, but he kept going on about it, so one day we decided to make the fantasy into reality.
We went on the Internet and managed to find another man we were both happy with, and arranged a 'date'.
John drove me there and waited there to pick me up afterwards.
I must admit it was exciting being fucked, knowing my husband was waiting for me.
When I was satisfied, I went out to get my lift home, and I could see he had his trousers open, showing his stockings, suspenders and silky knickers, and he was wanking himself.
When I got into the car, I straddled his lap, pulled my knickers to one side, and my lovers cum dripped out of my cunt, onto his cock, and he came immediately.
When we drove home, I made him keep his trousers open, so if anyone looked into the car would see he was wearing lingerie.
He kept asking my what had happened, how big his cock was, did I suck him, what positions we fucked in.
As I was answering him I could see his cock getting harder, and by the time we got home we were both feeling horny, and only just got into our house, and I was on all fours, and he was fucking me from behind.
He came quickly again, and I made him lick me until I was satisfied.
From then on we quite often arranged other dates.
Sometimes I would make him stay in the next room, dressed in his frillies, so he could hear what was going on, and was only allowed into the room when my lover had gone, so he could lick my cunt clean.
There were a few times when he was dressed in his maids uniform in the bedroom.
I told him to face the wall, so he could not see what was happening, he could only listen.
The only time he wasn't facing the wall was when he was sucking my lovers cock, to make it nice and hard to fuck me, or licking me clean.
We had some great times, but when he died I thought I would never experience anything like that again, then when I caught you wearing my clothes, all the feelings flooded back, and made me want to relive those feelings".
All the time I was listening to this and was wishing my wife would treat me like that, my cock was as hard as I could ever remember.
"So if you want to be my sissy" she said "you had better strip, and we can get you dressed."
Within seconds I was stripped off, with my cock throbbing hard and leaking pre-cum showing how excited I was.
She picked up the suspender belt and came over to me and wrapped it around my waist.
Then had one of the stockings and placed it over my foot and smoothed it up my leg, and attached it to the suspender straps.
As she attached the suspenders her mouth was millimetres from my throbbing cock, I could even feel her breath on my cock.
If it had been my wife I would have guided my cock into her mouth, but I did not feel to be in control of the situation that would allow me to do that to Joan.
Then she got the other stocking and smoothed it up my other leg.
A drop of pre-cum landed on her hand, and almost absently she put her hand to her mouth and licked it off.
Then she held the knickers for me to step into and pulled them up my legs, and soon my cock was surrounded by its satin and lace prison.
She then held out the bra for me to put my arms through, and clipped around my back.
She smiled and said "I think we have something better than rolled up stockings to fill your bra" and she went over to a drawer and pulled out a pair of silicone boobs and put them into the cups of the bra.
It was amazing to feel the weight of 'my' boobs pulling against the bra straps, and I could see the nipples pushing against the satin bra cups.
She then held up the maids uniform to put it on me.
I obediently held my arms up so she could slip it over my head.
Once it was on she went behind me and zipped me up.
As I looked down all I could see was the dress bulging out where 'my' boobs were, and below that because of all the petticoats, the skirt was being held out, so I couldn't see my legs.
I looked up and could see my reflection in a mirror, and I could see that my stocking tops were only just covering by the lacy petticoats, I wished I could have just wanked myself looking at that image, but Joan led me to her dressing table and sat me down and said "let's finish the look."
I was happy with what I was seeing, but she put some foundation on my face, the feeling of her hands on my face were both relaxing and exciting.
Then the mascara, and eye liner, blusher and finally lipstick.
I had seen my wife putting on her make-up many times, and I will admit I had secretly tried to use her make-up but the result looked more like a clown than a sexy woman, now Joan was putting the make-up as it should be.
When she was satisfied she reached into a drawer and pulled out a wig, it was Ash blonde and when she put it on my head, the hair went down to my shoulders.
She got me to stand and look in the mirror "what do you think?"
Fuck, the image that stared back from the mirror was a sexy as hell.
It was me, but a feminine, sexier version of me, and with the sexy French maids uniform showing the hint of stocking tops, it was as sexy as hell.
"Give us a twirl then" she said with a smile.
I knew why she wanted me to do that, do my skirt would flare out even more, showing my stockings and suspenders.
I was more than happy to do this, and quickly spun around, knowing what I was showing, with part of me hoping I would show my knickers as well.
As I completed my turn, it suddenly struck me that there had been someone standing in the doorway behind me, and I quickly turned back to face the doorway, part of me was aware of my skirt swishing out again, but mainly I was shocked to see my wife standing there.
To be continued.....
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