Sheloved how pure and simple her life was.She didn't even notice when the bus stopped. None of the sissies did whowere making men cum. Making men cum ...as all that mattered. In thosemoments, the man's cock was their entire universe.As she filmed, Pansy noticed a man wearing motorcycle leathers enter thebus. She instinctively felt the need to listen and obey him, even thoughshe couldn't remember who he was. He was important. When he spoke, hiswords reverberated inside her sissy head."Sissies,. As this is my first story if any mistakes please excuse for the same.Names in this story are changed for safety purpose and the story is published with the permission of the couple.This sex story starts like this in 2015 January. I sent a request to one beautiful lady, she accepted the request and we started chatting and become good friends. Later she revealed that she have a very good husband who loves her very much even she loved him a lot. But she was having a problem that her husband was. I wanted his cum.“Damn, Reina! Oh, yes! What a loving sister-wife you are! Fuck! You're gonna make me cum.”“Do it!” moaned Queenie. “Cum! I want to share it with Reina.”Me, too.His cock throbbed. His hips bucked. I pulled the shaft from my mouth. The slit at the tip opened a bit. His cum shot out and splattered my face. I groaned, guiding his cock, sending the next spurt to paint Queenie's face with the hot jizz. The third blast flew between us, splattering into both our hair. The cum ran down. I got a hard punch in the arm, which left a big bruise when Andy told me to stop gawking, we had to hurry if we wanted to eat. She even joked that the dress would look better on her anyway since she had a bigger chest than I. All through dinner, I was in shock. I stayed that way when we returned to go into her room, strip, and go to sleep with her spooned up behind me. The next day we took a long walk around the city to talk.”The butler confessed that no one had ever said, or even hinted, about.