I have received the following email from a married woman who not only discovered that her husband was a cross dresser, but also very much a sissy slut. The reason why she sent me this email? Well she also found out her dear sissy husband had been calling our sissy phone sex line for a few months already. Enjoy!
I had suspected as much for a while now. My husband of 15 years had always been of a more delicate nature, thin and well groomed, and I had often thought that he might very well bi sexual at the very least, if not outright gay. The thoughts of such sexual orientation did throw me off a little in the beginning but he was always dutiful, (if boring and not quite fulfilling) in his conjugal obligations. His “little” cock would always rise whenever I brushed myself against it and so I had decided that the homosexual theory of mine wasn’t quite holding up.
Still those suspicions about him that not everything appeared as it really was continued and I began to really wonder what it was that my dear husband was hiding. A few months ago, a few days before mothers day, he and I were talking about how we could make that day special for me. After a while I suggested he took me to our local store where he would help me choose some sexy underwear, fully suspecting him to try and and get out of this “chore” as most men probably would, but to my surprise, he agreed immediately.
It was an accidental discovery, after all, I had been the one to suggest this trip but it planted the seed in my mind which eventually lead me to understand that my dear husband was a closet cross dresser, even though, to my knowledge he had actually never gone that road of doing something about it. To my utter dismay, he was all excited at the store, picking this sexy garment and that low cut bra and when I asked him to come into the dressing room so that I may try these things for him, he nearly tripped down, so fast was he to get to a free booth.
A few weeks passed by, and I remembering being shy (embarrassed really) about that trip to the store, so I did nothing. We continued our married life as before, pretending nothing had happened, and he continued to try and please me with that ridiculous little dick of his. The poor thing meant well! How could I possibly blame him for being born with not much to talk about in terms of length and girth…
One day though, having returned home from work where I had just had a really awful day, he tried as he would normally do to cheer me up by flashing his big smiles, and telling me how pretty I looked when I was frustrated and some thing in me went wild.
“Of course, you would know what pretty is, you pathetic sissy slut.”
Just as the last part of that sentence crossed my lips, I couldn’t believe what I had just shouted at my loving husband. There was a silence for while during which he looked really sad, as if he was about to cry. I was ready to beg for his forgiveness but then he spoke:
“Yes, you are right. I am a slut. I have been battling all my life with the urge to cross dress, I have fantasized about becoming your very own sissy husband, but I never had the guts to tell you. I am so relieved that now you know.”
There was an awkward silence between us, clearly someone had to take control of the situation and I was instinctively waiting for my husband to do something about when it dawned on me. He is a sissy. I love him, but he is just not a real man. He wants to be my sissy slut. That’s what has been troubling me all these years. My husband the closed crossdresser, the sissy slut and he wants me to be in control.
To be honest with you Karen, I had no idea what to do about it, and it I who suggested that he started to call your sissy phone sex line so that we might get some knowledge from ‘people in the know’.
And for the past two months, my husband and I have been calling your Dommes and the things I have learned have changed our life.