Two Shy Sweethearts    by Prim

I took hold of the sissy's blue satin top and pulled him into the house. So this was Anton. What a cool plan it was of her friend Jasmine to drop her husband off, dressed in what amounted to a satin straight-jacket that almost covered his face and held his hands at his hips, worn over a pleated mini, showing the leg elastics of his panties, with bare legs down to his ankle socks and button-strap Mary-Janes. "Please take me home," he whimpered from inside his doubled collar. "I feel so ashamed." I pulled him along towards the living room. "Don't be ridiculous," I chuckled. "You're here to meet my husband and he can't wait." This was a total lie but what the hell, I wanted to get my idiot Lionel acting like a worthless sissy sweetheart, and Jasmine was being an ace, letting me use her husband for the purpose. I pulled him forward until the two of them were facing each other. It was a dream, seeing how humiliated they both were. Anton squeezed his eyes shut in his misery and almost crouched double from the waist in his satin top, while Lionel started blubbering, pressing his knees together and twisting both his wrists this way and that beside of his bare thighs. I had him in a delicate chiffon blouse to meet his sweetheart for the first time. It had a wide sissy collar and short sleeves edged with lace, fastening across his breasts with a dainty bow. I had forbidden him any panties so as to monitor his excitement. Instead he wore a pretty arrangement of pink ribbons which drew all attention to his upright cock which stood on a pleated silk surround with a pink satin cock-dress that shaped his penis nicely. I had made a good choice, because as Jasmine had told me, Anton Silkings was a pathetic sucker for a sissy penis, especially one which was erect and waiting to be sucked. I watched him as my own husband squirmed on the spot. He wanted that penis. He wanted to hold it, and kneel in front of it and kiss and suckle on it. I made it easier for him. "Hasn't my sissy got a lovely penis, Anton?" I cooed. "Oh y-yes, yes he has," came the unsteady reply. "Would you like to undress it, dear? Then you can kiss it and play with it." "Ohhh! Oh yes. Yes please, Missus Sweeting." I was all smiles. He was being a good sissy, while my husband started crying floods of tears. This was just the effeminate sissy the visitor had come to see and Lionel was inadvertently making himself more attractive to his new sweetheart. I undid both sides of Anton's collar to reveal his bright red lipstick and lovely eye make-up. He was as attractive as I had made my own husband. Moments later, he was on his knees in front of those bare legs, undoing my husband's penis dress as I held Lionel from behind, and the whole pink erection was there, available, throbbing with expectancy. I rang Jasmine while I held him, telling her how ravenously her husband was sucking on that cock, and how weak and submissive Lionel was as he was being sucked off. "This promises well for your plan of moving in together," I said, with both the sissies listening, "and keeping the two of them as sissy sweethearts for our amusement and to amuse our friends." Lionel's tears burst out afresh, and Anton? Well, he sucked and sucked and sucked!

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