"Well, Nigel, I have decided to concede to your silly little wishes."
Natacha Bonnay creams Nigel for his ex-wives
by Prim
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Nigel Michaud turned to his wife so quickly he almost fell off the dressing table stool. How did she come in without him hearing? Now she'd found him in what he had on, and putting on her make up. He scrambled at the tissue-box to wipe the rich carmine off his lips but she grasped his hand and stood over him in her mandarin orange blouse, the ruffles almost engulfing his blushing face.
"I already let you put on your little dresses," she said, her lips bunched with contempt as her fingers played with the lace at his neck. Then her brows lifted. "But now I feel I might allow you to be a little girl, since you are so set on it."
Her husband thought he had jumped off a cliff and was in free fall, perhaps towards Paradise. The possibilities of unlimited sweetness in his own ruffled dresses began to make his head spin. "Oh th-th-thank you, Tacha, thank you. I - " His erection hardened with embarrassing speed, pushing up the front of his pink dress. "Du-Du-Do you mean I can d-d-dress as a girl? - at home?"
Natacha relieved him of her lipstick, lifted his chin towards her and completed the neatness of his pretty lips in five seconds flat. "I have bought you a little girl carriage, especially designed for boys who beg their wives to turn them into little girls."
Nigel's pulse tripled. He almost threw his arms round the hips of her silver satin skirt, but remembered she insisted on him being in a little dress with petticoats before he was allowed to touch her. He watched her ass mincing to the door, and in a moment, she was wheeling the carriage of his fantasies towards him. A baby carriage - a Disney Princess carriage - for a little girl! He suddenly shrank with shame. What must she think of him? What kind of a husband wants to wear little girls' dresses and sit in a pink plastic baby-buggy? She turned it when she reached him and showed him the deep cushion inside.
"You kneel in it," she said, picking out the cushion covered in white satin and plumping it before fitting it into its container, "and I wheel you up to your dress closet, so that your cock can see all those silky dresses waiting for you."
She stood beside it, obviously waiting for her husband to stand up and get in. She helped him to balance as he put one knee in place then the other. "Your hands go here while you're adoring your dress closet," she said in a matter-of-fact voice. That voice told Alain all his unsatisfied longings for sissy dressing had at last come to a happy end. He let her fasten his hands into the ribbons, with big bows of white satin that looked so girly. Ohhh, his cock was swirling and swelling with so much blissful sweetness as she wheeled him into his corner where his closet awaited them. "And we lift your dress at the front like this, and your petticoat too," she said, clipping them in place onto his shoulders.
Nigel Michaud felt anxious floods of girlishness in his chest. He was in his wife's hands, which was never an entirely safe place to be, and he was fastened in a vulnerable position, with his pretty panties in tiers of ruffled satin pointing sharply upwards towards the closet door. He would have to -
A moment of horror fell on him. The sound of the bell at the front door of the apartment came to them through the opened door of the bedroom. Now his heartbeats hammered in his chest. No-one must see him like this. He looked to Natacha.
"Wait here," she said, "I'll see who it is," and she disappeared, closing the door behind her. Nigel did what he could to undo himself but to no avail. His hands wouldn't come undone and unless he could get them free, his knees had to stay on their cushion. He strained his ears to hear who it was. A delivery maybe? Someone who would be gone in half a minute? Then, he thought, his excitement returning, his wife would be back and she would allow him to continue this new, undreamt-of little game of pleasure. His heart jumped as the door opened. It was just Natacha. She wore a tricksy smile on her lips as she approached him.
"Someone has come to see you," she said. She looked him up and down in his carriage and produced a length of deep pink ribbon and fed it into his hair. "If they're going to see you in your new sissy carriage, we'd better have you looking fully dressed, at least."
"Oh no! Natacha, please don't take me to them like this. Who is it?" he said, keeping his voice as low as possible as she pushed him straight into the hall. "Who are you going to show me to?"
He got no answers. Instead he found himself riding through the apartment on a pink plastic buggy, his heart pounding, his hands secured behind him and his panties pointing the way. They reached the sitting room door, a couple of inches ajar, and Natacha used a corner of the buggy to push it open so that she could wheel her husband into the room.
Oh no! That perfume! He recognized it! "Oh please let me die!" was his only thought as his heart dropped like a stone at the sight
of who was waiting for him: his first wife, Jackie Fontaine, with another woman. Oh the shame! His cock stiffened and ached as he rode forward to see the look of shock on her face.
"Nigel!" she choked. "What on earth?"
The other woman turned. Oh no-o-o-o-oooo! His second wife, Toinette Labelle. If there was anybody he didn't want to see him, to know about his desires, it was her! She sat bolt upright in her chair in a blouse of white satin, her black hair onto her shoulders as Natacha turned her buggy-bound husband in front of both women and stopped with him facing right into Toinette's stockinged knees.
"My God!" she said, her eyes devouring him from hair ribbon to pointed panties. Her head was doing little shakes of disbelief. "I knew you were weak and - effeminate, but - "
"Oh I always knew he was a girl in a boy's body," said Jackie from the side. "I found that out when I saw his interest in my panties and how he loved lingerie store windows."
"But Tacha," said Toinette, "you've got him in a girls' dress. How ridiculous he looks." Her frozen look of disbelief told Nigel just how pathetic she found her former husband.
"Ridiculous and perverted," said Jackie. "I'm looking at the front of those fancy panties, and I'd say he can't wait to show us just how ridiculous he is."
Natacha wheeled him back to beside her chair where she locked him in position. "He can't wait to show you how he loves to be seen in his little dress - by ladies whose opinion he holds in the highest regard. Isn't that right, Nigel?" She looked up into his face from where she sat at his side. "Would you like Jackie and Toinette to see how much you want to be in pretty dresses, darling?"
She was answered with a sneeze of shame, which turned out to be the onset of a burst of tears as he wept in front of all three of his wives. Through his tears he could make out the sniggers of contempt from the two women opposite as Natacha unrolled a mat of pink rubber across the carpet. He wanted to implore her to wheel him out of there and let him hide until his ex-wives had gone, but things moved on. His panties were eased over his cock to reveal a purpled helmet reaching forcefully to the ceiling. Begging for shame. Wanting to perform for their amusement. Then he felt the kiss of panty silk on his cock. He saw the cold panties his wife was using, to masturbate the length of his cock in long, rhythmic pulls. Girls' panties he had never seen before, which she must have bought for him, specially for his shameful 'coming out'. "Tell Jackie what you want, Nigel," she said, her lips grinning from ear to ear.
The thought of clamming up crossed his mind, but his pleasure was so great, so insistent, his deep desires
came out. "I-I want to be a lickel girl," he whimpered, straining to prevent the rising of his orgasm, "in - in pwetty pantieth."
He saw both women exchange grins of patronising contempt as Natacha's hand worked wonders finding the most blissful way of sliding his cock inside folded girls' panties. "And does little Nigel want to wear girls' clothes all the time?" she asked.
He had to concentrate on holding back his pleasure. "Y-Y-Yeth, oh yeth, I - I want to wear loverly girlth cwothe all da time." He could feel it coming - he wasn't going to hold it.
"And does Lickel Nigel want to be medically changed into a girl? And be Natacha's lickel daughter?"
Her husband would have said yes, yes oh yes, but his eyes passed from one ex-wife to the other, seeing them gaping and biting their lip with amazement as his cum spurted from his sleeve of panties onto the mat in long juicy evidence of his desire to be exposed in shame to his ex-wives, inviting them pretty persuasively to come back and see him in his dresses again soon, and perhaps to bring some of their lady friends with them for a morning of Ladies' amusement.