Cautious Optimism

Thanks Mat. My wife was positively GLOWING as she prepared herself!

I came back on to share a small text message conversation between my wife and I……..

I’m not sure whether to be writing this here in the “Getting Started” forum or the “Success Stories” forum. I think this will be the last post in the former as a result of last night.

Last night I was asked by my wife what I thought about attending a very low-key BDSM event a couple of towns away? It was very short notice as my wife only found about it in the morning and I knew my wife was itching to attend something like this as a couple. Her as my Lady and me as her sissy. The planets had almost aligned for a night of kink and not just restricted to our bedroom. The kids were staying over at their grandparents, the price of entry to the club was very reasonable and it was only a short drive away, so I said that we should go, knowing all too well that it would please my wife to no-end. And so the preparations began.
My wife was already dressed for fun when I returned home from a day of bike riding so the there was only myself to get appropriately dressed for the event. My wife was wearing a red satin blouse, a below the breast black corset and shiny satin pants. The ensemble was finished off with her favourite black patent stilettos. She looked absolutely amazing and the fitted the bill of Domme exquisitely. I was instructed to bathe, shave and then get ready for the transformation into “Missy”, the name given to my sissy persona. After carefully applying make-up I was given a pair of silk knickers, a bra (not matching), very dark tights to hide my tattoos, a black body-control dress, white pinafore, long blonde wig and TV size stiletto boots. My wife loves it when she has me this way and was very pleased with her transformation of me. At the venue I was also to put on a posture collar and leather wrist cuffs to which my wife intended to use with the BDSM furniture there. After sneaking out of the house under the cover of darkness we were on our way.
My wife knew of a couple of people who she had met at previous, informal BDSM events, who would also be attendance. One of which was the Dom guy she had submitted herself to only a few weeks previously. As it turned out, he was the only one of the small group that actually made it to the event and he was there before us, so naturally we gravitated towards him. I think he was somewhat relieved that we turned up as he himself didn’t know anybody apart from the organiser. So we found a table and made small talk for a while. My wife sat between the both of us. I wasn’t drinking because I was on driving duties and he was on soft drinks for reasons unknown.
Before I go on, I should fill you in on the situation between my wife and the Dom guy and the developments between them since their first play a few weeks ago. My wife thoroughly enjoyed her “play” session with him and did end up coupling with him. The manner in which he dominated my wife on that occasion pleased her very much. Her itch got well and truly scratched so to speak. She described his sexual performance as being “ok”. The aspects of this rating being that he was slightly over-weight, much better endowed than me in the girth stakes but a little shorter in length than me. So while his cock stretched her, it didn’t fill her. Add in the his body bulk and the performance left her wanting if only slightly. After their first meeting, there was also a bit of breakdown in communication for reasons that my wife and I can only speculate about but as a result, this left my wife feeling a little colder towards him, knowing full well that their paths would cross again at other BDSM events and even went as far as to say that she wouldn’t be repeating the performance with him. Ok. Back to last night………..
As it was a first for me and my wife, we were a little unsure of how to proceed when it came to playing at this event. I know my wife wanted to Domme me in the way she likes. As a lowly sissy, I should be expected to take what sissy’s take. Ridicule/humiliation, made to worship and even anal training, all of which we have done in the privacy of our own home. So while I sat their wondering if my wife was going to pluck up the courage to get these kinds of things underway or whether this was going to turn into a exploratory mission only, the wine that my wife had brought was going down well. It wine was understandable too as it took the edge off things for her. It didn’t take too long for the awkwardness of the situation to melt away and it wasn’t long before her body language was giving him the signal to take the lead in proceedings. My wife was turning more and more towards him and less and less towards me. His hand was now resting quite comfortably on her leg, just above the knee. It looked to me like he was trying to conceal this from me a little but on on one occasion he saw me glance up from his hand to him and when he saw that my reaction was neutral, he had the green light.
My wife was almost finished with her wine and something had been made of the fact and what to do once it was gone. A little banter about it. With that, my wife finished her glass and they both leaned into each other and began kissing passionately in front of me and the the rest of the event attendees. Moments later they were on their feet, touching and stroking while never breaking their kiss. Seeing her enjoy the attention of another man in such a way was mesmerizing and incredibly arousing! She was under his spell it seemed. I experienced pangs of jealousy just watching him enjoy her satin clothes (satin on women is one of my big fetishes’). For a few moments I wasn’t sure where I should be looking. I was also aware of the fact that my wife and I entered the premises as a couple and here we were, in plain view of everyone else and I was just a standing there like a spare part. It wasn’t much longer before my wife and her Dom friend broke their kiss. He took her by the hand and guided her towards one of the private play rooms. My wife signaled for me to follow, handing me her crop and clutch bag. She looked at me with a knowing and smirk as I followed. They entered the room a continued their kissing and feeling of each other. After a few moments I was instructed by the Dom to close the door. He took that opportunity to ask my wife if she wanted me facing away from the action or whether she wanted me to see it, to which she responded in favour of the latter. And so their antics resumed. He spent some time pleasuring her with his fingers, eventually bringing her to a loud climax before they both removed their lower clothing. As my wife finished removing her pants and knickers I took them from her and folded them up but I kept hold of them out of respect for her authority over me.
Things started heating up with her by giving him oral sex before he turned that into a face fucking, further promoting his authority. I new only too well how this was going to pan out but I was also a little confused. The confusion arising from the fact that my wife had told me before that her submitting to him wasn’t going to happen again and yet here they were, on the brink of coupling again. This led to my arousal being not what I had expected. I was aroused but certainly not to the extent that I had for so long wished for. My role within our marriage is now less about what I want and everything about what my wife wants though, which is how it should be.
My wife was lost in her sexual requirements and was surprised when he positioned her on her stomach and then began to lube her arse up. He rolled a condom onto his cock and then began to slowly and carefully ease himself into her. My wife loves anal sex but had not experienced anything larger than my average 5 1/2″. It wasn’t long before her cries of discomfort turned into cries of lust. I saw this as an opportunity to take my wife’s hand to give encouragement and as a symbol of my support for what she was doing. He fucked her in this way for only what seemed like five minutes or so before removing the condom and finishing himself off in my wife’s mouth. And with that they rested, cleaned up and re-dressed before we all left the room and took our seats again in the premises lounge area.
My wife had to work today so we didn’t spend too much time before we made our exit. We talked on the journey home about how it turned into a series of very unexpected events. My wife told me how much it meant to her when I had taken her hand and how she felt that by me being there and being of an encouraging nature, only gave her much more confidence in relation the whole cuckolding aspect of our relationship.