Switching roles

I guess you could say my wife and I always made kind of an unconventional couple. I am almost six feet tall and blond haired. My wife is about five and a half feet tall with magnificent tan skin and shiny black hair. I work out of our home as a graphic designer. She is a high powered executive at a stock trading company. Nevertheless we fit each other perfectly.

I loved how hot she looked in her business suits as she left for work each day. Something about her aggressive nature just turned me on. She always told me that I was just what she needed after a long day of working in a male dominated field, a nice gentle man to cater to her and make her feel relaxed. It was a strange but good matchup between us. We live in a very open minded area of the country in the San Francisco Bay area so our lifestyle was just seen as normal.

One day after taking a shower I heard my wife tell me to come into our bedroom, that she wanted to show me something. Well what I saw was the one thing that I never expected.

My wife was naked, leaning against our bed. She looked at me a little apprehensively, as if she wasn’t quite sure what my reaction would be to seeing her. What I did see was a huge erect penis jutting straight up from her crotch. She was wearing a strap on dildo that perfectly matched her softly tanned skin. Even the straps holding it in place matched her skin color. The overall effect was to make it look like she had an actual cock on her curvy feminine body.

“Well?” she said softly.

I gave her a gentle smile and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear, “You look really hot. I love the way you look with a big hard cock. Can I kiss it? Please?”

“Yes,” she sighed, happy to see that I was willing to indulge her in her fantasy.

I knelt down in front of her and began to lick her cock all over, telling her how big it was and how much it turned me on to lick my wife’s hard cock. After a minute of that she said more forcefully, “Suck it.”

I took my wife’s cock in my mouth and began to blow her. She encouraged me with words like “Oh yeah baby, suck it. Lick my balls. Take me all the way into your mouth. Take it deeper” and so on. She put her hands on the back of my head and began to move her hips back and forth, fucking her cock in and out of my mouth. Before long I heard her begin to breath really hard and then felt her whole body shudder as an orgasm ripped through her body.

I took her cock out of my mouth and still on my knees looked up at her and asked her if she liked it. She just laughed and helped me get up off my knees. We lay on our bed together so we could talk about what just happened.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” she began. “I’ve been dreaming about having a cock and fucking you ever since we met. I was just afraid it would be too weird for you. I am so glad you didn’t freak out on me.”

“I love you honey, you know that. I’ll do anything you want. Just tell me what it is and I’ll go along with it. It’s just between us so what difference does it make? Tell me everything you’ve been dreaming about. Tell me everything you want to do and I’ll do it.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

She hesitated for a few seconds, deep in thought, wondering if she should really tell me her dirty secrets. People are so trained to keep everything exactly the way they think everyone else wants that they fear even telling their spouses what turns them on. It was sad to me that she had been keeping her secret desires from me for our whole marriage. When she finally spoke this is what she told me:

“I want to be the man in our house. I want to have a cock so I can fuck you every day. And I want you to be the woman. I want you to completely shave your body and make yourself into a beautiful woman for me. I want you to wear nothing but dresses and stockings and heels with lots of makeup. When I come home from work every day I want my beautiful wife to greet me and then help me relax by bringing me a scotch and then kneeling in front of me and sucking my cock until I cum. I want you to wear night gowns to bed every night so I can feel the smooth silky fabric against my body as I feel you snuggle up against me. I want you to be my woman and I want to be the man around the house. I want you to bend over for me and just let me fuck you and fuck you with my cock every night. There. I said it. If you can’t accept that, then I am sorry. I’ll never bring it up again if you don’t want me to.” Her words came out all in a rush. She seemed exhausted by the time she was finished.

“You’re going to have to help me buy new clothes,” I responded.

She turned to me and gave me a great big kiss, thanking me for not laughing at her and telling me how much she loved me. She was so excited that she could barely control herself. “Oh god, you are so hot. Get up on your hands and knees. I need to fuck you so bad right now!” she said.

I did as my wife told me. She took some lube that we kept at our bedside and covered her cock with it. She lined her cock up with my virgin asshole and softly told me to relax as she began to press her huge cock into me. I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she drove her cock all the way inside of me. She grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, grunting deeply with a combination of lust and power in her voice. I had never heard her sound like that before. It was amazing.

Once she had cum she pulled out and we lay back together on the bed again. She gave me a wicked smile and said, “Let’s go shopping!”

After showering, where my wife applied a hair removing cream over my entire body, we dressed and went to the mall. My wife had me squeeze into a pair of her panties and tuck my penis between my legs before me left. She also had me put on one of her bras and filled it with some breast pads she had. None of her shoes or dresses fit me, so I slipped some of my own men’s clothes on. She dressed herself in one of her more conservative business suits and pulled her long hair back in a ponytail.

Once at the mall we head directly to one of the stores that specialized in really feminine party clothes, nothing but silk and nylon, short tight dresses and high heeled shoes. I thought that my wife would just choose the clothes that she liked and have me try them on at home, but that was not to be. She wanted to see how they looked on me before she bought them. I was a little embarrassed and protested slightly, but my wife was really excited about buying me my new wardrobe that I agreed to what she wanted. Luckily we had a very understanding sales clerk who helped me choose the right sizes.

It was an interesting experience, but I still looked a little strange just wearing women’s clothing while still looking the way I did. The clerk had a good idea. She chose a long blond wig and fit it on me. Then she helped me make my face up a little, putting lipstick, eyeliner and blush on me to give me a more feminine appearance. When she was done I looked myself over in the full length mirror near the dressing room. I must admit that I really did look like a real woman at that time. My wife commented on how hot I looked and the sales clerk told us we looked like a real sexy couple together, telling me that I made a beautifully sexy woman. I actually blushed when she said that. Suffice it to say she made a very large commission that day.

After we were done shopping I had planned on cleaning off the makeup and changing back into my regular clothes, but my wife would have none of that. She reminded me that she wanted me to be her wife from now on, and that she wanted everyone to see what a hot looking woman she was married to. So I stayed dressed up looking like a woman as we continued to shop for an hour or so longer. Maybe I was just self conscious, but I swear that everywhere we went in the mall men kept staring at us. I guess I was right. After a little while my wife nudged me and said,

“Look at that guy over there. He is really checking you out. He can’t keep his eyes off of you. Wow, if I had known what a hot woman you made I would have done this a long time ago. Maybe I shouldn’t take you out any more like this. Too many other men will try to steal you away from me.”

“You’re the only man I want,” I told her. “Let’s go home. I think you need to have your cock sucked again.” She grabbed me by the hand and practically raced to get us home.

We spent the next several hours in bed, me sucking her cock, her fucking me in every position imaginable. When we were done and I put on one of the new night gowns I bought we lay back in bed together. She looked a little unhappy.

“Is everything alright? Didn’t we just do everything you wanted to do? What’s the matter?” I asked.

“You were perfect. I love you and I love how feminine you look. But that’s the problem. You look like a woman, but so do I. I wish there was some way I could make myself more masculine, just like I made you more feminine.”

“There are things you can do. You can get a shorter more masculine haircut for starters. You can wear men’s clothes around the house all the time. You can even keep your cock on when you go to work. Start wearing men’s underwear and you can keep it tightly tucked in them all day. You can also start wearing men’s suits to work. Stop wearing women’s heels and start wearing men’s shoes. Honestly, I don’t think anyone at work will either notice or care. You work in a really masculine high pressure environment. You can make yourself look more manly at work and you may even fit in even better.”

“Do you really think I can pull that off?” she asked skeptically.

“Come here and give me a kiss. You’re more of a man than anyone else I know,” I said with a little laugh, giving her cock a big squeeze. She smiled at me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

And so our routine began. At first I would dress like a woman for her when we woke up in the morning, switch back to my men’s clothes when she was at work, and then change back into my dresses and heels before she got home. After a while I didn’t even bother and just stayed as a woman all day long. The occasional sales or delivery person who came to our door just thought I was the woman of the house.

When my wife would come home I would fix her a drink while she changed out of her suit. Apparently I was right. After a few sideways glances when she first started wearing men’s suits to work, nobody had even really noticed. She was so happy that she didn’t get into any trouble for dressing in men’s clothes at work that she replaced all of her women’s business suits with more manly suits, dress shirts and even a large collection of neck ties. She had gotten her hair cut in a fashionable men’s style as well, not too short but definitely in a manly way.

Usually I would just bring her a glass of scotch and light the thin cigars that she had taken up smoking and then pull down her jeans and briefs before taking her giving her cock a good long wet sucking. She would clothes her eyes and enjoy the feeling of being a man whose wife was making sure he was relaxed and happy. She usually wore sleeveless tee shirts and dungarees at home. Even with her men’s clothes on I could still see how turned on she was as her nipples would begin to poke through the fabric of her shirt while I sucked her big cock in and out of my mouth.

One day though things were a little bit different. As I brought her the scotch and her cigar she gave me a quizzical look, a look that said maybe she had gone too far this time. I looked at her and gave her a big smile. She was dressed as usual and I could see her cock bulging in her pants. What I also saw was a thin black mustache covering her upper lip. I put down her drink and cigar, put my arms around her neck, and gave her a great big kiss.

“I love your mustache. It makes you look so masculine. You are the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” I told her.

“Oh god, you turn me on so much. C’mon, get down and suck my cock,” she responded.

When she was done with her drink and smoke. She told me to bend over so she could fuck me. I dropped my panties and then leaned over the bed, then pulled my dress over my smooth ass. “Come here and fuck me. I want your big manly cock inside of me,” I told her.

“Higher. Make your voice higher."

“What?”

“I want you to sound more like a woman. I want you to talk in a high woman’s voice from now on. C’mon, give it a try.”

“Alright, I’ll try.” I cleared my throat and then in a higher pitched voice said, “Give me your big hard cock. I need my man to fuck me right now.”

“That’s it baby. You need to do that all the time. I want you to be like a real woman when we’re together.”

She proceeded to fuck me as I let out high pitched squeals of delight and encouraged her to fuck me, fuck me harder, in as womanly voice as I could muster.

When she was done fucking me we lay back on the bed together. “Did you like that?” I asked.

She gave me a little pinch on my ass. “I said talk like a woman. No more using your man’s voice. Ask me again, the right way this time.”

“Did you like that?” I asked, speaking like a woman this time.

“Yeah baby, you did great. You are a real hot little piece of ass.”

She gave me a kiss, her mustache tickling my upper lip. “Are you going to keep your mustache on at work also?” I asked. “You really should. It makes you look like a real man. It’s really hot.”

“Sure baby, if that’s what you want. I was hoping that’s what you’d say.”

And so our life went. One day as I was looking at myself in the mirror I couldn’t help but notice that I had begun to develop an actual female figure. My hips and ass looked wider, giving me a real hourglass figure. I realized that I was not even wearing the breast inserts in my bra, but still I had filled it completely. I called my wife over and said to her:

“Look at me; my hips have gotten so wide I can barely fit in my panties. And I don’t even need to wear anything in my bra anymore. I don’t understand what happened.”

“Take your bra off and let me see,” she responded.

I did so and my breasts practically burst out. I had a full woman’s chest now.

My wife’s eyes took on a look of unmistakable lust. “Take your panties off and get in bed. I need to fuck you right now.”

I got on my hands and knees on our bed and she climbed up behind me. She fucked me harder than she ever had before grabbing my tits as they swung beneath me. When she was done we collapsed on the bed. Only then did she confess to me that she had secretly been adding female hormones to my food for the past month, hoping to give me a more natural woman’s look. We both had a small laugh at that and she spent the next hour playing with and sucking on my new breasts. Her hand gently cupped them as we fell into a blissful sleep.

Now when I suck my wife’s cock after work I just take my dress and bra off so she can look at my full breasts as I pump her cock in and out of my mouth. And when she fucks me from behind she will often reach down and massage my breasts as she fucks me. When we go to sleep each night she snuggles up behind me, her cock resting along the crack of my ass and reaches under my sheer lingerie to gently squeeze my breasts until we fall asleep. Like I said, whatever made her happy was fine by me.