Becoming Chrissy

Author’s note. This is a story about Dominant/submissive relationships. It includes descriptions of cross dressing, BDSM, cuckolding, enforced chastity, incest and some other aspects of a Female Led Marriage. All the fetishes described are performed consensually, and all participants are well over the age of eighteen. If any of the above offends or does not meet with the reader’s approval, do not read this story.

Chapter 1: The First Time. (Autumn, 1993)

“There we go. All finished.”

My wife of nearly thirty years, stepped aside, leaving me to look at myself in the full length mirror in our bedroom. I had one hell of a shock. I was transformed. And without wishing to sound boastful, I looked gorgeous. Well, I thought I did, anyway, and judging by the way my cock was sticking up, I wasn’t too far off the mark. I smiled, and my fully made-up reflection smiled back at me.

“Oh, Olwen,” I said, “it’s even better than I imagined. Thank you so much, dear.”

My wife frowned.

“What did we agree?” she asked in a cross voice. “When you are dressed and wearing your make up, you refer to me as ‘Madam’ and you don’t speak in Christopher’s voice. If we are going to make this work, you have to remember the rules.”

“I beg your pardon, Madam,” I replied, blushing. At the same time, my cock seemed to me to get even harder. The humiliation of being made to look and sound like a woman was such a thrill for me.

May I introduce ourselves, and give you, the reader, a brief explanation of what was going on in the scenario that I have described above? It was all so new then, and although I didn’t know it at the time, that evening in early October, 1993 was to prove to be a very significant date indeed.

Olwen, my wife and I have been married for twenty nine years. We are both in our late forties, although I am three days younger than Olwen. She has always referred to me as her ‘toy boy’ as a result.

We met at a swinger’s night at a fetish club in a town nearby to where we both lived at the time. Although it was advertised as a swinging event, submissives like me went along in the hope of some action. I certainly struck lucky. Olwen had attended the event seeking a new submissive partner.From the moment we were married, we enjoyed a Female Led Marriage, and within a year I was playing the role of cuckold as well as that of Olwen’s submissive.

Our two children, Mary and John were born eighteen months apart, and have long flown the nest. Mary is married to a fellow barrister, and they live a few miles away from us, although they tend to keep themselves to themselves. We see them a couple of times a year, which is great. It means our chosen lifestyle can remain private.

John came out as gay whilst at University, and he now lives in Berkeley, California, with his husband, who is also called John. They both lecture at the University of California, Berkeley, but, unlike Mary and Dewi, neither of them really come into this story.

Whilst the children were growing up, we were very discrete. Olwen still went out and met her lovers, returning to feed me cream pie, which I loved. But the days of me coming home from work and being taken upstairs for a spanking or a pegging (or both!) dropped away until they disappeared altogether. Our FLM continued, but without the added spice of regular play sessions. I had to be content for a number of years with being a cuckold.

At some point, just after lap top computers were becoming all the rage, Olwen suggested that we watch porn together. I agreed and we started off watching some appalling stuff, with no plot, ‘starring’ viagra-enhanced men who always seemed to keep their socks on, and pneumaticly inflated women who gasped and groaned their way to scarcely credible orgasms. It did nothing for us.

We diversified and started to look at Hot Wife and cuckold clips. This was much better! We got into a routine whereby we’d watch clips during the week, and on weekends Olwen would go off for a date at the local fetish club, and on her return, she’d tell me all that her latest lover had done to her. She always got fucked, and one night she returned home having been fucked in her cunt and up her arse. That was a really lovely double helping of cream pie, and it led to the next step in our FLM fetish lifestyle. It happened like this.

We were by now regular attendees at a local swinger’s club. Twice a month, Mary and John would spend one weekend with Olwen’s parents and one weekend with mine. We took advantage of their absence and joined the club, making quite a few new friends in the process. Our preference was well known. Olwen would make herself available and allow her lover to fuck her whilst I was made to watch. If I’d been good, I would be fed a cream pie.

Olwen was being fucked by Eric, a young black man one evening. He seemed to have no objection to my standing in the corner watching him and Olwen fucking. After he’d finished and they were both recovering, he asked Olwen if she was interested in becoming his regular fuck partner.

She never even hesitated. Smiling at him, she nodded eagerly and winked at me.

“You’ll be getting regular cream pie from now on, cuckold,” she told me with a grin.

What neither of us knew was that Eric was bi-sexual. He bided his time until Olwen was really hooked on black cock. One weekend, when the children were away on a school camping trip, he stayed with us. That was the first time I ever fluffed a lover of Olwen’s and cleaned him up after he’d fucked her.

The thought of being made to suck a man’s cock was so humiliating. I loved it, and when Eric actually put his cock in my mouth, the look on Olwen’s face was priceless. We had a threesome in bed that night, and although it was a while before Eric actually fucked me, Olwen’s imagination had been stimulated.

Over breakfast the next morning, Eric made a suggestion.

“Christopher is a very good looking man, Olwen,” he said with a smile. “You ought to consider turning him into a sissy. In a nice flouncy, frilly dress and with some make up and a wig, he’d be a very pretty sissy. I’d certainly fuck him, and he’d be a big hit down at the club. They have a sissy night a few times a month.”

I held my breath. Olwen looked at me, her head tilted on one side as she considered the possibilities.

“It would be a great idea,” she agreed. “The only problem is the children. They know nothing about what we get up to, and it’s only because they’re away this weekend that we’re able to host you here. I intend making the most of you,” she added with a grin. “After breakfast I want to go back to bed for some more of your lovely cock!”

Eric continued as Olwen’s lover for a number of years after that weekend. He also took control of me. By the time he announced that he was leaving the area to take up a more senior position in his company, he’d been fucking both Olwen and me for over five years.

In the lull in playing after he’d gone, Olwen and I were mainly occupied with making sure that John emulated his sister and passed his school exams and went to University. Mary had already left home and was well into her second year of a law degree.

When John left home the following year to go to study for a business degree, we breathed a sigh of relief. We were alone again in the house. The first weekend of freedom that we enjoyed was spent down at the swinger’s club.

Over the years, the membership of the club had changed. Many of our friends no longer attended, having ‘grown out’ of their swinging phase. Olwen and I were the opposite. We wanted to make up for lost time.

By coincidence, that first weekend back just happened to coincide with a sissy weekend at the club. Following an increase in membership of the club, a lot of unfamiliar faces were in attendance and Olwen hooked up with a couple who had no objection to letting me watch.

Seeing Olwen with a man (even a man wearing a dress and full make up) and another woman was mind blowing. She was being spit roasted, sucking the sissy’s cock whilst his wife fucked her with a strap-on from behind.

Viv and Larry became Olwen’s regular lovers and my Mistress and Master. They were both bi-sexual, and when Olwen mentioned that she was considering sissifying me, they both were very enthusiastic. Larry had already been transformed and was a regular sissy to Viv and her many lovers.

Viv was a doctor and she was able to put me on the same course of drugs as her sissy husband. I took them regularly, and they gave me man boobs like Larry. When Olwen took me to buy my first corset, I was thrilled when wearing it to see that I had a cleavage.

“Now don’t forget. Tonight you are Chrissy the Sissy, not Cuckold Christopher,” Olwen warned me as I made my way downstairs very carefully. I’d been practicing wearing high heels, but I still had the occasional stumble.

“I’ll be fucking Viv and possibly Larry, of course,” she continued, “so Cuckold Christopher will get his cream pie later on, but I want to see Chrissy the Sissy on parade tonight. She is to suck as many cocks as she can, and her arse is to be available to all and sundry. I mean to expose you to as many club members as possible this evening!”

We were going to the club to meet Viv and Larry. This would be the first time I’d ever been out of the house whilst dressed. Olwen stood in front of me in the hallway to give me the last check over.

“You’ll do,” she giggled, brushing her hand over my rampant cock, which was causing my skirt to stick out in a very obvious way.

She picked up her hand bag, handed me mine, and we went out through the kitchen into the garage. Although it was October, and the evenings got dark quite early, neither of us wanted to shock our elderly neighbour, who spent a lot of time these days staring out of her front window.

I lay down on the back seat of the car, and Olwen drove out of the garage and headed for our destination, the local swingers’ club.

It was only a fifteen minute drive to the club. Olwen parked the car and arm in arm we made our way to the discrete building on the edge of the town’s industrial estate. To the uninitiated, it was a lap dancing club, but to the aficionados, it was a swinger and a fetish club. The local council turned a blind eye towards what went on there, mainly it was rumoured, because so many councillors were members.

We walked in, showed our membership cards and Olwen asked Cindy, the receptionist if I ‘d need another membership card in Chrissy’s name.

Cindy giggled.

“No, I don’t think so, Mrs. Simpson,” she answered. Olwen tutted.

“I wish you’d call me Olwen,” she said with a mock glare. “Mrs. Simpson makes me sound so old!”

Cindy blushed. I knew that Olwen had taught her in junior school many years ago, and old habits were hard to break. We both smiled at her and went into the bar area of the club.

Viv and Larry were there already. They were on the lookout for us, and as we walked in, Larry raised his arm in greeting and waved us over.

“Remember, it’s Chrissy the Sissy mode,” whispered Olwen as we made our way over to the booth where our friends were sitting. “Don’t use Cuckold Christopher’s voice.”

“I’ll remember, Madam,” I replied in my sissy tone. My cock throbbed as I imagined what was going to unfold.

When we got to the booth, Larry was on his feet, smiling a sincere welcome. Wearing a1950s style vintage dress, with cinched waist and a full skirt, with red lipstick and elegant made-up eyes, he didn’t need to wear a wig. With naturally curly hair, when he was dressed, Larry wore his hair in a classic 1950s style bubble cut. He kissed Olwen full on the mouth and helped her to sit between himself and his wife. Viv put the cigar she was smoking down in an ashtray and kissed Olwen too.

“Well, what have we here?” drawled Viv, picking up her cigar and puffing a cloud of blue smoke in my direction. She knew that Larry and I shared a fetish for women who smoked. She’d even introduced Olwen to cigars, much to my delight.

“Good evening, Mistress Vivian. Good evening, Sir,” I lisped in my best sissy voice. “May I get you both a drink?”

“I’ll have a gin and tonic with a slice of lime and plenty of ice,” replied Viv, and Olwen nodded in approval.

“Same for me, Chrissy,” she said curtly, taking her cigar case out of her handbag.

“Sir?”

I addressed Larry.

“Whiskey,” he replied, smiling at me. “Irish, of course. No ice.”

I turned away to go back to the bar. I’d gone about five yards when Olwen called my name. I returned to the booth.

“You may get yourself a drink,” she smiled. “Something appropriate for a sissy. I don’t want you drinking pints of bitter tonight.”

“Thank you, Madam,” I replied. “Is a crème de menthe cocktail appropriate?”

Olwen considered her answer as she lit her cigar.

“A frozen grasshopper seems perfectly girly,” she replied, “and the lovely green colour will go with your hair!”

(Olwen had put a subtly tinted red wig on me earlier).

I went off in search of the drinks.

At the bar, I stood waiting whilst the young barman served a couple that I didn’t know. Behind me a voice said,

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing. Do you come here often?”

I turned and smiled at whoever it was that had spoken. It was a silver haired gentleman, who smiled back at me.

“Good evening Sir. I’m Chrissy, and I’m here with my Madam. She intends playing with her girl friend and her sissy this evening. I believe that the two ladies are looking for some real men to fuck.”

“Well that seems most unfair. Playing with her friend and leaving you out. What does she intend for you whilst she’s getting herself fucked?”

“I may be permitted to watch, Sir,” I replied. “And I’m hoping for a nice cream pie at some point in the evening.”

“Do you think I might be permitted to give you an hors d’oeuvres before your main meal?” he asked, unzipping his trousers and taking out his cock. Members were never shy of making their intentions known at the club.

“My instructions were to suck as many cocks as possible this evening,” I admitted, feeling my own cock stirring and beginning to push my skirt out at the front.

“I’ve been sent to the bar to get drinks, but the barman seems to be busy. I’d be happy to suck your cock whilst we wait.”

Carefully kneeling to avoid laddering my stockings I opened my mouth and he slid his cock in. I love feeling a soft cock thicken and harden in my mouth. I had sucked a fair few since Olwen had become a Hot Wife and transformed me into Chrissy the sissy.

He tasted fresh and clean and he was soon rock hard in my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth and within seconds he was leaking pre-cum. I heard the barman coming over and it occurred to me that Olwen, Viv and Larry wouldn’t thank me for keeping them waiting for their drinks. I bobbed quicker.

My mysterious gentleman friend’s breathing quickened.

“I’ll have a large scotch on the rocks,” he gasped in answer to the barman’s question. “Oh fuck! That’s nice! This sissy is an excellent cock sucker!” he said, presumably to the barman.

He gripped my head, knocking my wig askew, but we were both too far down the line now to stop to make adjustments. He started to skull fuck me.

My eyes,nose and mouth were all streaming as I struggled for breath. At last he gave a final thrust and I felt his cock explode in my mouth. A lovely thick strand of hot cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed just in time to receive the second blast. I swallowed that too, and the subsequent weaker pulses. His cum tasted wonderful, hot, thick and creamy.

When he’d finished cumming, he pulled out of my mouth carefully and thanked me, putting his by now soft cock back in his trousers and zipping himself up. He waited until I had adjusted my wig and then he helped me to my feet.

“Thank you, Chrissy,” he smiled, handing me a clean paper handkerchief from a box on the bar. I blew my nose and wiped my eyes. My make up would be in ruins, I knew, but it would have been anyway by the time Olwen, Viv and Larry had finished with me. And I was under orders to suck as many cocks as possible that evening.

Picking up his drink, he sauntered off without another word, raising his hand in a gesture of farewell as he left.

“Well you certainly put a smile on his face,” grinned the barman. “Did you recognise him?”

When I admitted that I didn’t know him from Adam, the barman smirked knowingly.

“That was Councillor Joe Morgan. It’s thanks to him and his fellow councillors that this place is never bothered by the authorities.”

“Now then, unless you’d like to come behind the bar and suck my cock too, what can I get for you, my pretty sissy?”

Sissies like me never hesitate when given such a choice. I raised the bar flap and went to join him behind the bar. I gave him my drinks order and sank to my knees again. It would take a couple of minutes for him to pour all four drinks. I was confident in my ability to empty his balls before he’d completed my drinks.

When I eventually got back to our booth, Olwen was lying on the table with her legs apart. Larry had his face in her cunt and Viv was behind him, pegging him slowly and deeply. They were all so engrossed in what they were doing that no-one noticed me. I stood with my tray of drinks and waited patiently for them to finish.

Eventually Viv looked across at me and smiled her beautiful, cruel smile.

“I’ll get to you in a minute,” she said, continuing to peg her sissy’s arse. “From the time you’ve been away, and judging from your smudged lipstick and panda eyes, I’d say that you’ve been sucking cock. Am I correct?” She reached across without breaking her rhythm and took her gin and tonic.

“Perfectly correct, Mistress Vivian,” I replied. “Madam told me that she expected me to suck as many cocks as possible this evening. I was doing what I was told.”

Olwen was writhing in ecstasy on the table in front of me. She’d obviously heard my confession, and coupled with Larry’s cunt eating technique, she was exceedingly turned on.

“Hurry up and finish pegging him, Viv,” she gasped. “I don’t know about you, but I’m gagging for some proper cock. We can leave these two sissies together and go in search of some real men!”

Viv pulled out of Larry’s arse, and he gave a yelp of pain. He stood up straight and helped Olwen off the table. Larry always had perfect manners, even when his face was red and sweaty and covered in cunt cream.

Olwen took her gin and tonic off my tray, and clinked glasses with Viv.

“Here’s to some proper cock,” she toasted her friend, and they both drank deeply.

“Behave yourself, Chrissy,” muttered my Hot Wife as she sauntered off. “Don’t forget my instructions. I want to hear that you’ve sucked at least six cocks before we go home tonight. I’ll have a nice cream pie ready for you!”

“So will I,” smiled Viv, leaning in to kiss her husband. “Don’t neglect Chrissy, dear. That pegging seems to have given you quite a nice hard-on. It’s just a pity that even fully hard your cock resembles one of those cotton buds I use for my make up!”

Larry grinned self-consciously, and raised his glass in a toast to his departing Hot Wife.

“Bring us both a cream pie back,” he called before turning to face Chrissy.

“Sit down, sweetie,” he invited. “I think it’s time you and I smudged one another’s lipstick even more. Now are you going to suck me off first, or would you prefer that I went down on you?”

Chapter 2: Unexpected Visitors (December 1999)

“Now remember Chrissy. You and Larry are here to serve tonight. Viv and I have worked very hard to persuade these two young men that you two sissies present no threat to them. We’ve told them about you and Larry, and they’re both ok about fucking us whilst you two watch. But once things get started, you both will be on fluffing duty. Then you may both stand in the corner and watch until you are required for clean up. Do you understand?”

“Yes Madam,” replied Chrissy the Sissy with a grin. He was in full slut make up, and wearing a corset, suspender belt and stockings. He also wore four inch heels, which were already causing his calf muscles to ache. Almost as much of an ache as he was experiencing in his balls, which were swollen, full of cum and an exquisite shade of blue.

Chrissy was cock-locked, and had been for over a year. Olwen, his Hot Wife and Mistress let him out once a month for cleaning, shaving and milking, but Chrissy had misbehaved in November, and so his milking had been cancelled. He hadn’t cum since the last week of October, and now it was only a few days until Christmas.

Tonight’s house party was a pre-Christmas event for Olwen and Viv and their two recently acquired black boyfriends. Chrissy and Larry were the maids and would be providing the entertainment once Marvin and Melvin had fucked the ladies. The boys wouldn’t be staying the night, but Olwen was confident that she and her occasional lover Viv would drain the two young men of every last drop of cum that they could wring out of their beautiful black cocks before the boys left for the airport to catch their flight home for Christmas.

The front doorbell rang, and Olwen smiled at her sissy cuckold.

“That’ll be Viv and Larry. Go and let them in.”

Chrissy tottered off on his high heels to do as he was told. When he returned, Olwen got up to greet her friend. She totally ignored Larry, who was dressed in a short, black maid’s outfit, which revealed that he too was cock locked.

“Viv! You look fantastic!” gushed Olwen, kissing her friend full on the mouth before breaking the kiss and holding her at arms length to admire her party outfit.

Viv wore a black underbust corset which showed her pert tits off to perfection. She grinned as she saw Olwen’s eyes widen in amazement.

“You’ve had your nipples ringed!” Olwen gasped. “I knew you were considering it. They look fantastic! Are they sore?”

“They were for a while,” admitted Viv, ” but now they are healed they just feel great. The rings keep my nipples hard all the time so even when I’m wearing a blouse or a dress they remind me of how sensitive they are. You should get yours done, babe. You have such gorgeous tits and nipples.”

She reached out and popped Olwen’s tits out of the corset that her friend had put on to impress her young black lover.

“That’s better!” she grinned. “Now the boys will be able to see what they’ll be feasting on before too long. I hope Melvin will like my new jewellery!”

Olwen looked at Chrissy.

“You may kiss Larry to welcome him,” she said, ” but mind neither of you smudges your lipstick. So no tongues. Both Viv and I want to see two perfect sets of lipstick when you two sissies fluff our gentleman friends.”

Chrissy gave Larry a very chaste peck on the mouth, but even that gave him enough of a thrill to cause his cock to twitch in its’ tight metal cage.

Olwen and Viv giggled as he groaned with frustration. Viv reached out and cupped his balls, drawing her long scarlet nails down the two swollen orbs.

“Don’t you just love blue balls?” she giggled. “How long have you been denied now, Chrissy?”

“Almost two months, Mistress,” replied Chrissy with a shiver. Viv’s fondling was so frustrating. His cock lock prevented him from getting a full hard-on, but her touch was delicious. He opened his legs a bit wider to give her easier access, but Viv was bored now. With a final, vicious tug, she released Chrissy and turned to Olwen.

“What are we drinking tonight?” she asked.

“Chrissy has made some mulled wine for you and me and the boys,” Olwen replied. “I don’t know what you want Larry to drink. I’ve prepared some of my own homemade golden rain for Chrissy. It’s in a jar in the kitchen.”

“Damn! I had a pee before we left the house,” muttered Viv. “Is there enough of yours for Larry too?”

“Of course there is,” smiled Olwen, “and anyway, if they run out we can always produce some more as the night goes on!”

As Olwen and Viv giggled at the thought if their sissies drinking the home made beverage that Olwen had produced, two things happened at exactly the same moment.

The phone in the hallway began to ring at the same time that the front doorbell rang. Olwen muttered “Oh, fucking hell!” and motioned to Chrissy.

“I’ll let the boys in, Chrissy. You answer the phone!”

Olwen and her sissy went out to do their tasks and Viv sat down in a comfy armchair facing the door. She opened her legs, displaying her pretty pink cunt, which Larry had shaved earlier in the evening. Viv wanted Melvin to see what he would be fucking as soon as he walked into the room.She clicked her fingers, and Larry moved to kneel at his Hot Wife’s side.

In the hallway, Chrissy picked up the phone. As he had been trained to do, he answered it in Christopher’s voice, because he didn’t know who was calling.

As he said, “Hello?”, Olwen adjusted her tits to show them off at their best and opened the front door with a huge grin on her face.

Back in the middle room, Viv heard Christopher answering the phone and also the front door opening. She thought of the thick black cock that would soon be slamming into her, and she shivered in anticipation.

But then both Viv and Larry jumped as they heard a loud scream coming from the hall. They both got to their feet and rushed out of the room to see what the hell was going on.

A very surreal sight greeted them.

Olwen was standing by the open front door, her tits still exposed. Chrissy had the phone to his ear and his mouth open, but was saying nothing. He was staring at the two people who were stood on the front doorstep, looking into the house. All four of them had bemused expressions on their faces.

Chrissy seemed to come to his senses first. He muttered something into the phone and slowly replaced the receiver. He moved towards the front door in slow motion.

“Mary.” he croaked. “And Simon. Er… hi. We weren’t expecting you.”

Olwen and Chrissy’s daughter stepped into the house and her husband followed.

“Obviously not,” stated Mary dryly, looking from her father to her mother. “Otherwise why would you be dressed like a sissy and why would mother answer the door with her tits out?”

“Nice tits though,” grinned Simon, and that seemed to break the ice. Everybody laughed.

Olwen closed the door and looked at her daughter and son-in-law.

“We can explain,” she said weakly.

“I think you better had,” replied Mary. “We came here with some news of our own, but that can wait.”

She and Simon walked down the hallway, past a still shocked Viv and Larry.

“Another sissy?” Mary muttered, disappearing into the middle room. Olwen looked at Chrissy, and shrugged. She motioned for Viv and Larry to return to the room they had so recently rushed out of, and she and Chrissy followed them through.

Olwen seemed to make her mind up as she and Chrissy stood awkwardly in the middle room. She smiled at her daughter.

“First things first,” she announced brightly. “What would you and Simon like to drink? Viv and I were about to have some mulled wine.”

Mary looked at her husband and smiled.

“We’ll both have whiskey,” she replied. “Irish, if you have it. No ice for either of us.”

She and Simon seemed to have got over their initial shock and the pair of them sat side by side on the sofa. Viv resumed her seat, but kept her legs closed this time. Larry knelt at her side.

“Drinks, Chrissy ” said Olwen in the tone of voice that meant she too was back in her groove as Hot Wife and Mistress. As Chrissy minced off to the kitchen, Mary giggled.

“My word, ladies,” she remarked, ” you have your husbands well trained.”

She turned to Viv and said in a sardonic tone,

“Since my mother doesn’t seem inclined to do so, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Mary, the daughter of the house. This is Simon, my very not-a-sissy husband.”

“Hello Mary. I’m Viv, and this is my very-much-a-sissy husband, Larry,” replied Viv, offering her hand to shake. “We are friends of your parents,” she added.

“I love the way you’ve had your nipples ringed,” smiled Mary. “The rings keep your nipples nice and perky.”

Simon nodded in agreement.

“You should get yours done, sweetie,” he smiled at his wife. “You know how sensitive they are. I bet you’d love the sensation of having constantly hard nipples!”

Mary smiled at her husband indulgently.

“I bet you’d love suckling them too,” she replied.

Viv looked at Olwen and winked.

“Where have you been keeping this beauty hidden, Olwen?” she asked with a smile.

“She and her husband seem to be on the same wavelength as you and I.”

Olwen looked at Mary uncertainly.

“Are you ok with all of this?” she asked her daughter. “It must have been a hell of a shock to you when I answered the door just now.”

“It was a bit of a shock,” Mary admitted, nodding her thanks to her father who had returned with drinks on a tray and was handing them out.

“But Simon and I are mature enough not to be thrown by something done by consenting adults in the privacy of their own home. You do consent to this, Daddy, don’t you?” she asked.

“I do of course, my love,” smiled Chrissy. He had finished handing out drinks and went to kneel at Olwen’s side. She was sitting in the other armchair, opposite Viv, and Mary sniggered as the two sissies knelt to attention.

Olwen sipped her mulled wine and addressed her daughter.

“Um… it’s great to see you and Simon,” she began, “but it’s only fair to warn you. Viv and I are expecting visitors shortly. We have a date with two young men whom we met recently. They’re calling here for a few hours before catching a flight home for Christmas.”

Mary took all this information in without batting an eyelid.

“You mean that Daddy’s a cuckold as well as being a sissy?” she said slowly. “Fuck me, Simon. I bet you didn’t realise that your in-laws were such a pair of perverts! I certainly didn’t, and they’re my parents!”

Simon laughed and swallowed his drink in one go.

“It makes no difference to us, sweetie,” he replied. “Live and let live. Isn’t that how we do things? Now why don’t you tell your parents and their lovely friends just why we’ve pitched up unannounced on their doorstep? They deserve an explanation, especially as it seems as if we’ve interrupted what was meant to be an enjoyable kinky evening for them all.”

“Begging your pardon, Sir,” said Chrissy before Mary had a chance to speak. “When you were at the front door, I was answering the telephone.”

He looked up at Olwen, who tutted irritably.

“Get on with it, cucky,” she muttered. “Marvin and Melvin will be here any minute now!”

“No they won’t,” replied Chrissy, shaking his head. “That was Marvin on the phone earlier. He and Melvin are already at home. He said to tell you that if you and Mistress Vivian are still interested, they’ll be around in the new year, but neither of them want to be seen fucking two… er… ‘old chicks’ was how he put it, when their sissy husbands are stood in the corner watching the action.”

Mary snorted in amusement. Both Olwen and Viv looked outraged.

“Old chicks?” sneered Viv. “The ungrateful fuckers! I had my nipples pierced for that little piece of shit. Well he can fuck off if he thinks he’s ever going to fuck me again. There’s plenty more fish in the sea. What do you say, Olwen?”

“I totally agree,” answered her friend. She turned to Chrissy and smiled sadly.

“Sorry, cucky,” she said sadly. “It looks as if you won’t be getting a cream pie tonight after all.”

Mary looked at Simon with raised eyebrows. He nodded slowly with a huge grin.

“Never say never,” Mary smiled, holding her empty glass out. “Simon and I will have the same again, sissy ” she said sharply. “Make them doubles this time. I think it’s about time Simon and I came clean. We’ve now got two bits of news for you all!”

Olwen, who up until now had appeared to be in shock, smiled at her daughter. She sipped her drink and addressed Chrissy who was on his way to refresh Mary and Simon’s drinks.

“Bring my small carrying case,” she called at his retreating back. “It’s in my handbag, I think.”

When Chrissy returned with the drinks and Olwen’s case, she selected a cigar and trimmed it. She offered her case to Viv, who took out a cigar and cut it just as Olwen had done. Chrissy picked up the lighter from the coffee table and lit both his Hot Wife’s and Viv’s cigars.

When she was satisfied that it was burning evenly, Olwen puffed on it a few times, exhaled and smiled at her daughter.

“Well?” she said, her words accompanied by creamy cigar smoke. “You said two things. Do tell.”

Mary took a deep breath.

“The first one’s easy,” she said. “It’s what Simon and I called by to tell you and Daddy… er… Chrissy, I mean. I heard yesterday afternoon that I’m to take silk. I’ll be exactly like Simon now, and be allowed to put the letters Q. C. after my name.”

She smiled proudly, and then seeing Viv’s look of puzzlement, she apologised and offered an explanation.

“I’m a barrister,” she said, “and until yesterday, I was what is known as a junior. I wore a woollen gown in court. Now I will be able to wear a silk gown, which shows I am regarded as a senior council. I can call myself a Queen’s Council. That’s what the QC stands for.”

“Congratulations, darling,” exclaimed Olwen, getting up and kissing her daughter on the cheek. Chrissy copied his Hot Wife leaving a scarlet lipstick mark on her cheek.

When Olwen had sat back down and Chrissy had resumed his place at her side, Mary looked at Simon and shrugged.

“Here goes,” she said, and Simon took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Go for it, sweetie,” he said encouragingly. “Your parents seem well versed in the lifestyle. I’m sure they won’t be too shocked.”

Mary didn’t look convinced. She picked up her handbag and opened it.

“Dutch courage,” she smiled, taking out a dainty tobacco pipe. It had a beautifully polished bowl and a long, thin stem. She slipped it in between her lips and lit it with a lighter she had taken out at the same time as her pipe. Olwen smiled to herself and nodded in approval as Mary puffed a cloud of aromatic smoke into the air, and giggled as she saw Chrissy’s dress twitch.

“I see Chrissy has a smoking fetish too,” she said, blowing a thin stream of smoke in his direction. Chrissy adjusted his cock lock, which had suddenly become very tight indeed. Olwen cuffed him on the back of his head.

“No touching, cucky!” she growled.

Mary puffed her pipe and continued.

“Simon and I were on our way to a club this evening,” she said. “We intended giving you my news and then going on to the club to celebrate. Given how you and Chrissy seem to live, mother, maybe you’ll have heard of the club? Outwardly it’s a lapdancing club, but certain members know it as a place where swingers go to play.”

She slipped the stem of her pipe back into her mouth and clenched. Mary smoked quietly, hands free and looked at her mother for an answer.

“Of course we know it,” replied Olwen indignantly. “All four of us have been members for ages. I can’t understand why we’ve never seen you and Simon there. We go most weekends.”

“That’s because we’ve only just joined,” Simon explained, reaching out to take Mary’s pipe from her mouth. He puffed on it and made a face.

“Ugh! Your aromatic tobacco is disgusting,” he said, handing the pipe back to her. “Give me my Latakia every time.”

Olwen tutted her frustration at this interruption, and Simon grinned apologetically.

“I beg your pardon, mother-in-law,” he said. “Mary and I were going to the club to meet two new friends of ours. They both like to be spanked and Mary and I were going to oblige them. We both like to dominate.”

Olwen’s face was a picture. She had no idea that her daughter and her son-in-law enjoyed the same lifestyle as Chrissy and herself. But Olwen was nothing if not flexible. She seemed to make her mind up very quickly indeed. She looked at Viv.

“It seems as if we’re not going to get any young, black cock tonight,” she said in a disappointed tone of voice. “What do you say we all go down to the club? Mary and Simon can play with their new submissive couple and you and I can look for some cock. Maybe Chrissy and Larry will get their cream pies after all.”

Mary and her husband looked at one another and a wordless agreement seemed to pass between them. Mary took her pipe out of her mouth and addressed the company in the room.

“We could get the ball rolling here, and then go down to the club,” she suggested, eyeing Viv in a very suggestive way.

“Mother, you seem desperate for cock. I’m sure Simon will oblige, and I must admit the sight of Viv’s beautiful nipples is making me very wet. We could spend some time getting to know each other a bit better. Let’s put the sissies in the corner to watch, and get it on, shall we?”

“What a splendid suggestion,” Viv said with a broad grin. “It will be a pleasure to fuck my best friend’s daughter. I’m sure I can borrow a strap-on, Olwen?”

In no time at all, two sissies were watching four naked people getting very intimate indeed. Mary’s suggestion of letting Simon fuck her mother whilst she and Viv did the same was soon abandoned as the four mixed and matched.

Both Mary and Viv wore strap-on cocks and at one point, Simon was balls deep in Olwen, whilst Mary was fucking her mother in the arse. Viv was enthusiastically fucking Mary up her arse and everybody seemed to be having a most enjoyable time.

Chrissy and Larry watched with enjoyment, their mutual frustration being an added thrill. They both hoped for some fluffing action later on, as well as dining on fresh cream pie when their Hot Wives had finished fucking whoever they picked up at the club.

It was going to be a Christmas to remember.

Chapter 3: Full Circle (August 2001)

I narrated the opening chapter of this saga, and it seems fitting that it should be me who draws the story to its conclusion. This is how our tale ends.

A couple of very exclusive parties had been organised to celebrate Olwen and my sixtieth birthdays. We were born three days apart (I’m the younger, and Olwen calls me her toy boy) and this year, my birthday fell on a Friday with Olwen celebrating her big day the previous Tuesday

Olwen and I celebrated on the Friday night following our birthdays with Viv and Larry down in the fetish club where we were all members of long standing. With immaculate precision, Viv had arranged for Olwen to get fucked six times during the course of the evening, one for each decade of her life.

Viv was the sixth person to fuck my Hot Wife, by which time both her and Olwen’s cunts were awash with cum. Larry and I had a great time cleaning up the cocktail of cream pies that our Hot Wives presented to us.

I was not neglected either. For my birthday treat, I got to experience sixty cocks or strap-on peggings. Most of them ended up in my mouth, but I think I was man fucked three times and pegged five times. My arse was in ribbons by the end of the night, but Larry was made to rim me, and clean up my cum drenched arsehole.

All in all, it was a fabulous double birthday celebration, and as things went, it provided the perfect warm-up for the main event of the weekend, a smaller, but equally kinky evening at Mary and Simon’s house on the Saturday night.

A few years ago, our daughter and son-in-law had moved back into our town. They were both senior barristers and they could well afford the small holding that they bought on the rural side of the town.

The small holding that they purchased came complete with a small flock of sheep, half a dozen cows, some pigs and what seemed like hundreds of chickens. Neither Mary nor Simon had any experience of animal husbandry, so it was very fortunate that Alex and Theresa, whom Mary and Simon brought with them, were both from farming families, and were well used to looking after all of these different animals.