WiganDave
6 months ago I posted this:-

in King St - Part 1
I'm a Bi CD :- My wife love dressing as a slut, putting a collar around my neck, leading me by a dog's lead, & 'forcing' me to dress in 5" red stiletto heels, red PVC miniskirt & matching red Lycra thong - then parade me to various bars in King St, Wigan, (UK) - all were, & still are, packed with revellers on Fri & Sat nights. She loved it when hunky men groped her & wolf whistled at me.
She had a penchant for dirty alleyway sex, so she would entice a man down an alley, kiss him passionately & tell him "my Sissy Cuck hubby is going to suck your cock now - to get you ready to fuck me". He would loosen his trousers & I would go to work. They would be snogging. I'd be on my knees, between her legs (from behind her) as I sucked him. I wanted to please her, so I became good at cock sucking. They fucked against one of the alleyway walls. "No condoms" she barked at me as I fished one out of my pocket - let's see what results! (she wasn't on the pill) -this heightened the moment. After he had cum in her, he left & I 'had' to clean her up. "Slurp up that real man's cum, Sissy" she ordered and DON'T you dare wank - I want your tiny amount of cum in me after his huge load - just to compare the amount - Oh! & tell me when you have entered me - I won't feel your pencil dick after his huge one."

Part 2:- 9pm one Friday night in our house in a suburb of Wigan:-
"Not out with the boys tonight?" Ellen asked as she applied the finishing touches to her make-up (even though she knew the answer). "Then why not take a taxi later & join me & the girls? - they're dying to meet you". Surprised, I thought "Dying to meet me? Why - what TF has she told them?" Giggling, she said "Deal? Ok, I'll book a taxi to pick you up at 1am - King St is buzzing midnight until 4am. The taxi will drop you where I tell them." I've laid out the outfit on the bed that I want you to wear - I've told the girls how gorgeous you look in it". Instinctively, I knew it wouldn't be a tuxedo, but I was gobsmacked to see it :- black thigh length PVC boots in a 5" stiletto heel, black Lycra thong & a short see through black negligee. I must admit - I DID look good in it when we played at home - but outside? I had no choice - when Ellen asked "No" wasn't an option !. Along with the outfit on the bed was some make-up with a few instructions:- "a little mascara, eyeliner, facial rouge, & lipstick in a soft shade of pink - to match the pink nail varnish" Suddenly a 'light bulb moment' - that's why she trimmed my fingernails yesterday !
I fixed myself a large G&T & showered. To immerse myself into the role of CD Bitch Boy (which I imagined was the role Ellen had in mind), I did't wear one of our towelling bath robes, I put on one of her gorgeous flowing negligees. I chose a pink one - to match the nail varnish & the lipstick I was applying "God, I hope a neighbour doesn't knock for a cup of sugar" I thought - especially as I was wearing a pair of her open toed, strappy shoes (in pink - of course - I was in the mood now). Being an Engineer, I found it easy to adapt the shoes to accept my larger feet.
I was luxuriating in my femininity, so fixed myself another G&T and looked through my stash of DVD porn. "Mmh - Hetero sex party? or Gay gang rape? or white hubby Cuckholded by a BB cock?" I've had fantasies of all 3 (plus others !) but chose the latter. I got turned on by the BB hunk fucking the white housewives & was playing with my cock (& fingering my ass) as I slurped another large G&T. Pre cum dribbled, but I held myself back - not knowing how the night would end.
12:30am now, so I tottered on my heels to the bathroom & douched again (3hrs since the last one) - Ellen will want me clean tonight & I dressed as she desired. Earlier, I had thought of wearing an overcoat as I left the house but several G&T's had given me the courage to step outside & lean on the lamp post outside our house, dressed only in negligee, thong & boots to wait for the taxi - another G&T in hand.
Taxi driver was a gentleman - no sarcastic comments (but he DID give me a card with his personal No on it - "call me if you need a ride" he said with a wink).
He dropped me outside ***** Bar on King St. Eyes were on me as I got out. Half pissed, I felt like Brigit Bardot at Cannes Festival - so waved & bowed to 'my audience'. Instead of a punch in the gob, I received applause (ok, mild applause) from all. "Ah" I thought "they all think that I'm tonight's Drag Act".
I descended the stairs. It was a scene of debauchery - not just snogging everywhere, but men fingering women as they snogged and (in the darker corners) women on their knees, sucking men. Fuelled with G&T and determined to make an entrance, I undid my negligee & strutted down the stairs (pleased to say that I was so excited that I was semi erect - the bulge in my thong drew a few glances)
One of the women stopped sucking cock & stood up & said "Darling, your here !" She rushed over to me (yes, it was Ellen) & gave me a huge welcoming snog. Oblivious to others, she slid her hand down my chest to my thong. Feeling the semi erection she giggled "We're going to have fun tonight" as all 6 of her friends giggled also.

Part 3 Later

Wigan Dave xxx