If he agrees, we tell him that before he can play at being the mommy he has to first dress up like a little girl, since little girls are the only ones...who can play the part. We'll brush out his hair into a ponytail and tie it with a ribbon. We'll make him wear flowered panties and put him into at least two petticoats and a party dress. We'll make him wear anklets and black patent leather Mary Janes. Then we'll use a little lipstick and blusher and also paint his nails pink. If he agrees to our. I'm gonna love fucking your wife in front of you. I bet you're gonna love it, after all it's what you could never give her"She then grabbed my hair and started dragging me to the bedroom, my wife following meekly. She sat me in a chair and warned me to stay there or there would be consequences. I sat down, terrified of this strong, brutish woman."Well bitch, seems I've made a willing sissy cuckold of your husband. Now why don't we get to business?"My wife seemed to be very turned on by this. I don't know how to thank you." A blush rose into his cheeks as he mumbled. "You're welcome." "Why a question mark?" "Oh, that has special meaning, which you'll find our later. But lets get you into your party." I tried to argue, but they dragged me into therestaurantto greet my family. The evening went quickly, as those I loved the most helped me celebrate my birthday. But two questions kept me somewhat distracted. What did Kyle mean? and What did Zoe have in mind for tonight? Gratefully, Zoe. He squeezed her hand comfortingly and smiled, having lost his mother as a toddler, Monica was the only mama he had known. Despite their relation, he found an erection tenting his pants as Monica too felt a flush of heat in her silk gusset. "I didn't want to ask for money, I couldn't tell you I lost my job." "When did you lose your job?" "When the doctor signed me off with depression," Ethan sighed, "I haven't been able to work since May, after Dad died I came unglued. I've still got my salary.