My Wife Is Marrying Her Bull Tomorow

Butch was our third bull. It was his idea that I dress up in a bra and panties while I watched him with my wife, Gloria.
“Trust me, it’s a lot more fun when the husband is feminized,” he explained. “I’ve been at this for a few years. I know what I’m talking about.”
I was surprised, but Butch was absolutely right. As I stood there in our bedroom in bra and panties, watching him give my wife the biggest orgasm of her life, I felt something I had never felt before — self-acceptance.
The shame was over.
I was a cuckold, I had known that. My wife needed more than I had to offer, and so we had begun inviting other men to come and please her.
But this was a much deeper level of acceptance.
Not only was I a cuckold, I was soft and weak and submissive and there was nothing wrong with that.
We can’t all be tough guys like Butch. I used to feel ashamed of that. I admit, I was bullied in high school — and spent my youth in a state of suppressed humiliation. That’s because I was not strong enough to accept my weakness, do you know what I mean?
After a lot of therapy, I came to understand that my sex life with my wife had made me feel very ashamed of myself. Because, well, it wasn’t that great for her. I knew that. She loved me. But I wasn’t the sexiest partner. She suffered through sex with me. A lot of times she rejected my overtures for sex. I would feel humiliated all over again.
Not any more!
She wants sex and she wants it bad, now. Just not with me doing the sex. My job is just to be there for her. To watch, observe, and be a partner in her sex life with macho men like Butch. And I fully accept myself in this role. I love myself at last, and it’s thanks to my sweet wife being willing to try this awesome lifestyle called cuckold and hotwife.
I felt no shame that first day when I wore the bra and panties and watched Butch do his thing. He wasn’t humiliating me like the bullies of my past. He was here to help me, I recognized that.
The next time he came over, he was kind enough to make a present to me of a package of six silky panties in exactly my size — the ones I wore the first day were my wife’s and not comfortable at all! These panties, in assorted colors, fit me perfectly. And he brought me a few bras the next time after measuring me to make sure he got the size exactly right.
And then one night after fucking my wife and making her cum three times, he surprised me.
“Come over here on the bed and get on all fours, sissy,” he said.
I liked that name, don’t worry. I know it’s kind of offensive, but I have to admit, I’ve always been kind of a scaredy cat. Not gay at all. But yes, a sissy.
So I got on all fours. To my shock suddenly I felt my panties being pulled down, and a cold substance being applied to my butt. It was some sort of lube, I guess.
And then…wow. I felt like I was suddenly being split in two, as Butch put his big dick up there. I mean, he was gentle, don’t get me wrong. He didn’t thrust it right up there. He didn’t hurt me. But to a man who has never had anything up his butt, it is a great shock, no matter how gently it goes in.
And soon Butch was all the way in and was humping away at me quite rapidly. I bit the pillow, and looked over at my wife. I was in for another shock then. She looked furious. And not with me. But with Butch.
She was jealous of how into it he was.
And then when he came in me with a huge grunt and a big spurt that I felt shooting all the way up into my intestines, she blew her top.
“You did NOT just cum in my sissy husband!” she said. “I wanted you to cum in me, damn it!”
“Sorry hon,” said Butch. “Next time, I promise.”
But the next time we all got together, it happened again. This time, he fucked my wife while I watched in my pink panties and the nice pink push up bra that Butch had bought me. Then he ordered me to come lie down on the bed. He pulled off the panties and instructed me to grab my ankles with my hands. He slipped a little pillow under my butt and then he fucked me missionary style, and looked deep into my eyes as he put his big dick in me.
“Yeah, baby, you look good in that pink bra,” he said.
And then — another shock.
He put his mouth on me and started kissing me deeply. And then shot his load in me again.
I looked over at my wife.
“God damn it, Butch!” she complained. “You promised not to do that again!”
“Sorry babe,” said Butch. “Won’t happen again, I assure you. I’m done cumming in this sissy husband of yours. I want to cum in you only from now on.”
So it went on like that. Sometimes he would cum in my wife and wouldn’t fuck me at all. But sometimes he would fuck me and cum in me, almost like he was trying to piss her off. One time he fucked me in the wildest way. The big strong Butch picked up skinny old me and started making out with me. And then standing there, he managed to slip his dick into my ass while we made out, and he rammed me up and down on his cock. He came so hard in my ass that time I almost felt like I was going to blast off into the air and hit the ceiling, that’s how forceful his ejaculation was.
My wife blew her stack again that night. But that’s when Butch made his stunning announcement.
“I love both of you guys, don’t you see?” he said. “I want to marry you both. Will you marry me, Gloria?”
“Marry you? I’m already married!”
“I know. Will you divorce your husband and marry me? And can he be the maid of honor? Can you imagine the wedding night?”
My wife furrowed her brow. She didn’t seem so sure about any of it. But I was enthusiastic.
“Yes!” I said. “I want to wear a really sexy bridesmaid dress. And I want you to fuck me in it after you fuck Gloria. On our wedding night!”
And so, that’s what’s going to happen tomorrow. Butch had this sexy peach bridesmaid dress made for all us bridesmaids — my wife’s four best friends and me. Trust me, they were pretty weirded out when she informed them that I was going to be the maid of honor.
“Helen,” she said to the woman who was our maid of honor a few years ago at our wedding, “you did such a good job as my maid of honor the first time. It’s nothing against you. It’s just, Butch really wants him to do it. Is that OK?”
“Sure,” said Helen, and she looked totally freaked by the whole thing.
I heard the other bridesmaids whispering to each other on the day of the fitting at the dressmakers when I came out in my peach dress.
“Has Gloria’s husband become trans?” they were wondering.
“No girls,” I explained. “I am not trans. I am still very much identifying as a he. It’s just that Butch likes to see me in women’s outfits. And I’m crazy about Butch so I’m willing to do it. Dressing up as a woman doesn’t do anything for me, really. I would never do it unless I was with Butch.”
“What do you mean with Butch,” asked Helen.
“I mean, having sex with him,” I said. “Gloria and I both have sex with him. We’re all in love with each other.”
They were all middle America average girls. This was hard for them to understand. But they loved Gloria so they went along with it.
And tomorrow is the big day.
Butch booked us a nice bridal suite at the Four Seasons for after.
I have imagined this night for so long.
After I watch him slip the ring on my wife at the ceremony, and after I see them having their first dance together, and after my heart leaps seeing my wife so happy now that she’s finally married to a real man, we will be taken in a limo to the hotel.
The idea of watching Butch undress my wife in her wedding dress, well that makes me cum so hard every time I think of it.
The things he will say to his new wife. How beautiful she is and how happy he makes her.
And I’ll be standing there beating off in my peach dress. God, I hope I don’t get carried away and cum right away.
Because I want to watch him slip her panties down slowly on the big fluffy hotel bed. And now she’s naked, and he quickly throws off his tuxedo pants and pulls down his briefs. Now beautiful Butch is naked too, his muscles rippling, and his big hard dick throbbing. They embrace on the bed, and I watch their beautiful bodies entwine, legs wrapping over legs, arms reaching around torsos, and mouths firmly locked together as they kiss each other so deeply.
And then, oh my gosh, the consummation of the marriage.
My wife spreads her legs and Butch mounts her. He’s about to fuck his sexy bride.
“Oh!” she screams. “Oh baby yes! Yes! Yes!”
Whoops. I just came again. I can never make it past this point in my fantasy. Shit, I have to remember to control myself tomorrow when it happens in real life. Because I want to hold on until my wife cums, and Butch pulls out, and he looks over at me and he says, “Alright sexy. Get that pretty little dress off and come over here so I can fuck the hell out of your sweet ass!”
OMG. OMG. OMG.
This is going to be the greatest wedding night in history!
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