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Friday, July 3, 2015

Diary of sissy wife, Part 1: Me

Ever stop and think about how you ended up being a sissy wife? Did you always want it that way? Or did you try to be a normal guy without success? Were you always submissive?

Here is my story -- some of which I may have already mentioned in previous posts -- and I hope you will add your stories in the comments:

I was a really girlie sissy as a boy. I had two older sisters who I wanted to be like, especially the really popular one. I had few male friends other than the other sissies, so I hung out with my sisters and their friends, other neighbor girls, my mother, and my female cousins and aunts.

Instead of learning how to play ball and hunt, etc., I learned how to cook, bake and sew. I learning about homemaking and fashion. I learning about doing hair and makeup and shaving my legs. And I was quite good at all of these things! My mother was my idol and not my father like most young boys.

My really best friends were the other sissies in the neighborhood and in school. We would hang out together and we had a spot at one sissy's house where we could dress up in girls clothes and our mothers lingerie that we borrowed after school and on Saturday mornings.

My first kissing was with the other sissies. By the time we were teens, we were having some of the real boys join us for kissing. Naturally, what those real boys were really there for were blowjobs. So we sissies started giving blowjobs to the boys, especially two regulars. And through junior and senior high school, we did that in addition to being the entertainment at parties by giving blowjobs there too.

I did not have a girlfriend in high school, although I did have many female friends who treated me and the other sissies like one of the girls. I did have crushes on some of the boys, especially the ones whose cocks made it into my mouth and whose cum I was swallowing on a regular basis. 

I have to say I loved being on my knees in front of a boy or on a bed with him, caressing his ass as I pleasured his cock and balls! Oh wait, could that be the reason I never had a girlfriend!

Sometimes I felt really crushed knowing that a boy that I liked and was pleasuring would never be liking me back. The other boys I was blowing I just blowed because I loved the taste of cock and their cum. 

There was one boy in particular named Pete that I was really in love with! He was so cute and his cock was one of the most beautiful things I have ever laid my eyes on. It tasted so good. And I just wanted to eat him up! But all the pretty and popular girls in school wanted to date him, so he had his pick. Still, he was one of the boys who came around to the sissies for no-strings-attached blowjobs. He did treat me really nicely however and was good friend.

In college, I still never had a girlfriend although there were some girls that I wished were my girlfriend. But they remained my "girl friends." There was one girl Lynda who I ate out on regular basis but she had a steady boyfriend (more on that in another post). And that was the closest I was to having a girlfriend. I mean, how many girls want to have a sissy for a girlfriend anyway?

There were other girls that I would eat out and of course there were more boys whose cocks I sucked. The major thing here is that this was all done without reciprocation on their part. The pattern was definitely that I was, and was becoming even more so, a submissive sissy.

Also more on this later, but right after college I had short affairs with two men and although it consisted mostly of me sucking their cocks, they also were the only two guys who ever fucked me in the ass. I will get into those affairs later, but the fact is they ended and I moved on.

I don't know why I was so shocked to find this out, but sissy girls are not really accepted by the vast majority of gay guys. After my two affairs ended I started going into gay bars but felt that I was not really wanted there. I would wear short shorts and a tank top, all shaved smooth, my hairstyle on the long side and girlie. But the guys there wanted to be with real men, just like I did. 

The only interest I got was from some unattractive old guys who would buy me drinks and feel up my ass. I don't know why I did not go home with them. It's just that I was still hoping to find a guy like Pete from high school.

I wanted to be a man's wife at that point, even though at that time there was no such thing as same-sex marriage. 

So it was the saddest part of my life at that time. And I will stop there because in Part 2 I will tell my wife's story and in Part 3 I will tell our story together.

Diary of sissy wife, Part 2: My superior wife

I am proud to say that my superior wife was one of the most popular and prettiest girls in her high school. That's funny because she was just like my sister! The type of girl I always wanted to be!

Judging from my superior wife's photo albums, she changed boyfriends like most people change the oil in their cars, meaning every six months or so! The pictures of her at homecoming dances and proms are stunning and she is with a different guy in every photo! And these guys were all hot!

Based on what she has told me and more photos, this did not change for her in college. She dated the captain of the baseball team for an extended period. And he was really hot too! 

She dated three black guys from the basketball team at various times. One of them was the star player because I remember reading about him in the newspaper. For this sissy wife, there is something very exciting about thinking that my superior wife had at least three big beautiful black cocks in her mouth and beautiful pussy! Not to mention the hot baseball player!

She has mentioned at length one of these basketball players. He was from Nigeria. Who knew they played basketball in Nigeria! She always mentions him because of his smell! Not because it was a bad smell, but she says he would coat his skin with different oils. She says it was an African thing.

She has told me that many times he would have her massage his body and coat his smooth black skin with these oils. And she would end up getting these oils all over her body! She says her girlfriends would always comment that they knew when she was with that guy because they could smell him on her! Sort of like a woman can smell like a man's aftershave I guess.

Now, she has never spoken at length about him fucking her, but how does a gal get exotic oil all over her body without a man holding her and kissing her and fucking her!

This must have been a special time for her though because of all the guys she has been with, he is the one that she brings up the most. Sometimes around prom time she will reminisce about a guy from that time, but it is the Nigerian guy that she speaks of mostly.

My opinion is that for her this was a time of some very special fucking! Something that has never been repeated for her. And that would especially be true with me. Many times, I wish that she would have that kind of pleasure again!

But anyway, two things happened: First, she says, he pretty much tried to own her, because I guess that is how they do it in Nigeria. She says she got worried about where things were headed if she did not obey him. She says she tried to tell him that that is not how American women are treated.

Then, he got caught with drugs and got kicked off the basketball team. Later, after pleading guilty to charges and for academic reasons, he was kicked out of school. Since he was no longer in school, he was forced to return to Nigeria.

Then, she says, she started dating some rich guy from Boston, whose dad owned a shoe company. This must be what really changed her opinion about men. She says he also tried to control her life. He was a spoiled rich kid and always had his way, I guess. 

My superior wife is a confident and independent woman. I can see how she did not want a guy telling her what to do all the time, no matter how he performed with his cock. She says she tried to shake him. 

After graduation, she stayed close to home and he moved back to Boston. She says he tried to get her to move to Boston and kept hounding and stalking her, so much so that he pissed off her father, who was about to shoot the guy!

As fate would have it, she was hired in the same office where I worked! And we started talking. 

And how we got together will be the topic of the next installment of my windy essay! 

(I hope some sissy wives are reading this, but I am not getting any comments, which makes me sort of sad. As always, it would be great if you would post your own experiences here!)

How I ended up being a sissy wife!

Believe it or not, I did not aspire to be a woman's sissy wife! Did you?

Starting when I was about 12 and was "playing house" with a fellow sissy and some boys we knew, I wanted to be with guys in a big way! Older men that I would see in locker rooms would really turn me on too!

All the girls liked me as a close friend, but they would not date me. In college they would take a pleasurable pussy licking from me, but still they would not date me.

But things sort of changed after college. I took a job in small town and really nothing went on there. It was a conservative setting, as opposed to the liberal setting of a campus at a major university.

I wanted to be like this!

I did have some relations with a guy who lived in the same apartment house -- that's a story for another day -- but not much went on with me sexually unless it was on a visit back home.

There was a mid-sized city not far away and there were bars and clubs there but nothing as far as LGBT as far as I could see. This went on for a year and a half until I got an offer for a better job in the big city and I had to take it. It was actually in the same city as my university.

The gay scene there flourished. But the tranny scene really did not. So I would wear a pair of shorts and a tank top and sandals -- and smell really nice and feminine -- and go into a couple of these gay bars.

I just felt really unwelcome in those places. I felt pretty much ignored. Those guys in there were not looking for someone like me. They were looking for the same thing I was -- a hunky guy! Only the old guys would talk to me. But I was not that desperate yet!

I kept going though, but the last straw was when some men in there would say things like "what the fuck are you doing in here" or "get you pretty little ass out of here before we take turns filling it." Sometimes I would leave after not finishing my first drink.

So I did not find myself fitting into the ordinary gay lifestyle. I guess finding a man who wants someone who is a sissy or is transgendered is hard to do, no matter what you see on the Internet.

So, I ended up being with a woman after all. More to come. And oh, does this sound familiar to anyone else?

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Are you a man's sissy wife?

I wanted to be in a relationship
 like this couple!  Are you a sissy
 wife to a man?
I have been in love with guys and girls. I have submitted to and pleasured guys and girls. For a while, I wanted to be a man's sissy wife.

As I have written, I did not find my place in the gay world. I got the feeling that most gay guys want to be with a real man just like most sissies and t-girls want to be with a real man. So the pickings for sissies and t-girls are slim.

So, I ended up with a dominant woman, which in some respects is the best of both worlds. I can be submissive and feminine, but much of the time we carry on as a normal couple.

But I was wondering if anyone who looks in here is serving a man as his sissy wife?  I would love to know about your lifestyle. I know I had my ideas about how I would have wanted it and I still fantasize about it!

Also, does anyone know of any blogs about a sissy or t-girl serving as man as his wife?