I always enjoyed these times although they were not as frequent as I would have liked them to be.
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One Friday, after a rather long and difficult week at work, I returned home and was greeted by a tender hug and a loving kiss, as was the usual in our house. We settled into our normal routine and I thought that the weekend would be nice and relaxing, something that I had not been complaining at all about at the time.
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Would you like her here tonight or would rather for her to have more time to get ready and greet you tomorrow morning? It will give me more time to think about what us girls will have for dinner. Before bed I took a nice long bubble bath, shaved my legs and balls so that Sabrina would be as smooth and pleasing to my wife as possible. The thoughts of what would come to pass during the next day filled my thoughts and made me wish that the night had already been over.
The next morning I woke up early as usual and rushed to the bathroom where I took great care to shave my face as close as possible. The smell of the floral shaving cream filled the air as I applied it generously to my face, a feminine aroma that I had always found very pleasant. Once shaved I gazed closely at my reflection in the mirror and inspected every little detail of my face before using the tweezers to eradicate any and all rogue hair that would not befit the lovely Sabrina. Once the cats had been taken care of I ventured down into the basement taking with me the make-up mirror.
I so wished that I could indulge in this more often, to enjoy not only the application of the makeup but also the way it made me look and feel. Since time was somewhat of an issue and that my skills in this domain had been far from where I would have liked them to be, I decided to go for a simple look.
After all Sabrina would only be visiting here and not planning on going out to the club… that would be for another day, another dream. I applied the makeup foundation trying my best to hide the grey of my beard with an old red lipstick, having learned that trick for my wife.
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Once the foundation had been applied I moved onto trying to add highlights to my cheekbones. Whatever I did seemed next to pointless but I continued my efforts despite the apparent lack of success… I had wanted this to be as perfect as could be. Once satisfied with the way the eyeliner stretched passed the corner of my eyes, like some Egyptian hieroglyph, I applied a soft emerald powder to my eyelids in the hopes that this colour would nicely contrast the auburn colour of my wig.
I had worried quite a bit about that purchased but found that it had been well worth it over time as I so greatly enjoyed wearing it and feeling the long wavy curls flow over my shoulders and onto my back. Next came the lips, which were carefully contoured with the lip liner followed by one of my favourite shades of red lipstick. Once the makeup had been completed, at least to the best of my limited skills, I moved onto the outfit Sabrina would wear for her visit. It needed to be something nice but not overly trashy. I started with the bra that she had bought me a while back which crossed over my back.
I found that this bra offered the best support for my breast forms, another purchase that the wife seemed to have been very pleased with during our encounters. Once the forms were slid into place I forced myself into the garment deed to help me achieve a slightly more feminine form. Actually all it managed to do was to hide some of my excess weight, flab that I once again promised myself to lose one day so as to be able to be a better, sexier Sabrina.
With my waist properly constrained I selected one of the nice sweaters, one that I had hoped would match the skirt I had Forced to crossdress by wife to wear for this occasion. I just could not help myself, Sabrina had always been a very sexual being and for her to not wear a skirt just seemed and felt wrong in some way.
I slipped into my stay up stockings, tucked my manhood between my legs and held it in place with a pair of black-laced panties that I had recently purchased during one of our outings to Wal-Mart. After that I stepped into the black and white skirt and followed suit with the latest pair of knee-high boots that I had purchased. Rings, large loop earrings and a necklace quickly followed before the final touch was put into place… my wig.
I glanced into the small mirror and was happily surprised to see what I thought had been a relatively attractive woman dressed in a quasi schoolgirl uniform. Actually the more I looked at the image the more I thought that Sabrina looked more like a dancers from one of the low end clubs we had visited long ago. With still time before the wife got up I tackled one of the aspects of this visit that I knew I would greatly enjoy.
I set up and prepared the glue and proceeded with the difficult task of giving Sabrina the nails she always dreamt of having on a permanent basis. Carefully I applied each nail and bathed in the sensation that washed over me as I saw my hands become as feminine as could be.
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With each second that passed I could sense myself slip into my new role and soon the reality settled into my thought - Sabrina had arrived. With the transformation completed I returned to the computer after all had been put away and waited anxiously for my wife to get up. I used that time to practice my walking and enjoyed the sound of my heels on the floor, another aspect of Sabrina that I could never get enough of.
Hips swayed with each step, which helped me to further lose myself in the role I so wanted to play.
I reminded myself to be more feminine in my gestures, speech and actions with each step. I knew that I would likely overdo it but I needed to feel as feminine as possible for my own enjoyment of this moment and day. My heart raced as it always did when I heard her footsteps down on the stairs. I knew that she expected to find Sabrina here that morning yet fears still washed over me uncontrollably.
As much as I love Sabrina, her having been here in the house at the same time as the wife had always been a source of great fear. Fear of being rejected, ridiculed or worst fear that she would think less of me in anyway because of my alter ego.
My wife had always been a night owl, usually waking up much later than she had today. The rest of the morning was uneventful as we played on the computer and chatted about this and that, they way girlfriends normally do. Each time she passed behind me to go upstairs my wife made a point to touch me, something that I greatly appreciated, enjoyed and even anticipated. In the afternoon, as my wife once again touched my neck and shoulder, she allowed her hand to venture further down and unto my breast.
I gasped in anticipation as I wished that I could truly feel her touch as it caressed me, instead I had to rely on my imagination that still permitted me to enjoy this sensation and react accordingly. She smiled, accepted the invitation and leaned in closer before she gently, lovingly pressed her lips against mine. The feeling had been electrical and when the kiss ended I was left in a dream-like state as my thoughts drifted to what had been and what I had wanted to be. My wife simply smiled and walked away happy and apparently satisfied in her having teased me as she had. Later she invited me to help with dinner, something that I quickly accepted.
In the kitchen we both worked to prepare an enjoyable meal while at the same time taking every opportunity to touch or rub against one another. During dinner she offered me a drink that I accepted with the hopes that it might help to ward away the fears that still hung in the back of my thoughts.
After dinner the table was cleared and she simply walked up to me and whispered in my ear if I had wanted dessert? I smiled and nodded yes. Almost immediately she reached beneath my skirt and caressed the front of my crotch as if she had tried to play with a pussy. My immediate gasp of air proved that I enjoyed her version of dessert but she said nothing, her lips instead slid as far down my hardened pole as they could.
Time seemed to stop as she worked me to climax, her hands on occasion further teased my senses as they reached up Forced to crossdress by wife took a solid hold of one of my breasts.
Finally I could take no more and shot a thick creamy load deep into her mouth as my own hands grasped with delight and passion my breasts. After she had passionately drained me of every last drop she moved up my body, leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, her tongue opened the path to mine without trouble and allowed my wife to share dessert with me.
The kiss was passionate and when it ended she looked down at me and silently watched as I swallowed my own creamy load, some of which had managed to escape to the sides of my painted lips. The beaming smile on my face had left no doubt that I had enjoyed this event and that I had hoped for more in a near future.
She took my hand and helped me to my feet then sat on the couch where I had been only seconds later. My wife looked up at me and grinned as she silently asked with her eyes for me to return the favour. I immediately accepted and helped her remove her pants and underwear before I kneeled in front of her as she parted her legs as wide as possible. I quickly dove in; my tongue darted for her swollen clit. With utmost passion and diligence my tongue worshiped her most sensitive area, her moans of pleasure only served to increase my resolve to see her enjoy this moment to the fullest.
Cries of passion were made to fill the air as my efforts and attention to her sensitive button reached its highest point. With a gentle hold on my hair she pulled me up and shared another kiss which allowed us to enjoy yet another delectable dessert. As I climbed the stairs I felt her hand venture beneath my skirt and gently play with my rear. The feeling had been so enjoyable that I stopped mid-step which allowed for her to send her other hand to in. Having been made to feel so feminine thus far I let out a moan of pleasure and gratitude as I rolled my hips back to indicate that I wanted more.
I smiled and forced myself to sway my hips in an exaggerated manner. I knew she would see this as me having gone overboard but I had also hoped that some little part of her would find the sight of my skirted ass swaying attractive. We arrived in the bedroom and as I turned to inquire what you had in mind she took hold of my face, leaned in and brought her lips to mine.
When we eventually separated from our kiss she took a solid hold of my breasts and wrapped her lips around my right nipple through my sweater. I moaned with delight as I silently wished that they had been real and that I could have truthfully felt Forced to crossdress by wife desire for them. My hands gently cradled her head to my breast as her own hands squeezed the mounds on my chest with passionate lust.
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After a few minutes her licks unlocked from my breast and quickly moved onto the other which caused me to once again wish that they had been real. Eventually she stopped her assault of my chest and pulled away, her lips locked into an almost evil smile. My eyes grew as wide as possible as I saw her retrieve a large strap-on dildo. It easily measured 10 inches in length and had been wide enough to make a horse jealous.