My husband is my whore.

Everything happened simply and without coercion. We've been married for a couple of years, everything is normal for us. Family, home, work. We are both 47. My husband has always seemed helpless to me; I always have to prepare everything for him and think about what to dress him in. Although he is very caring and attentive towards me.

One day we went to the sea to sunbathe. It's an hour's drive to the sea, and of course I had to prepare things for my husband. Our sex life is good, and sometimes I like to put sexy things on my husband. But my husband also always likes me to dress provocatively and erotically. For my beloved, I could change clothes several times a day. And for the beach, I prepared

a couple of swimsuits with me. I don't know how it happened, but while packing our things, I forgot to take my husband's swim trunks with me, I left them lying on the bed. When we arrived at the sea, we discovered that the trunks were left at home. My husband was, of course, a little upset because it was very hot. And he couldn't go into the sea because he was wearing see-through underwear. Then I suggested he wear my swimsuit bottoms; I had two of them, after all. He was, of course, taken aback by my suggestion at first, but when he was already sitting all sweaty from the heat, he agreed. Our butt sizes are the same. Of course, he was very shy and self-conscious at first, and for me, it was also a bit unusual to see my husband in my swimsuit bottoms. I giggled, but at the same time, I supported him, saying that no one was paying attention to him. Although I saw the intense stares from people around. Strangely, this turned me on.

I didn't expect that I would look at this with desire. His butt was stretched so erotically that I wanted to spank it publicly. On the way home, I told him that it really aroused me and that I would like to put my panties on him at home. He took it as a joke. But when he came out of the shower, I handed him my simple panties; he, of course, refused at first, but then put them on. I was so pleased, it aroused me so much that I became wet. Everything gradually increased; I started giving him my panties more often, and sometimes giving him lace panties. I liked seeing him in my panties, and before sex, he definitely had to wear them. Gradually, I started giving him my camisoles, tights. I can't say that he started wearing everything all at once. It's already been half a year since the first days he wore my swimsuit bottoms. I slipped him the tights in winter when we went for a walk, under the pretext that it was cold outside. Once we went to the pool, I deliberately took my swimsuit bottoms for him; in the pool, he grumbled, but still had to put them on. Watching how people were eyeing him aroused me terribly. I really liked it. Afterward, in the locker room, I gave him clean panties—what kind do you think? Of course, mine, and additionally, lace ones. There were several other people in the common locker room; he tried to hide, and I deliberately spoke loudly, "Mmm, what beautiful panties you have," so that others would look and pay attention to us; I was simply shaking with pleasure. I realized that I want everyone to see that he wears women's underwear.

I stopped giving him men's underwear. I started buying him his own women's panties. I really liked it when we went into a store to buy panties; I always deliberately said in front of the saleswomen, "These panties are very beautiful, and they will look great on you." He blushed very much; of course, the saleswomen reacted differently. Some supported the conversation, some took it as a joke, and some started giggling. But their opinion didn't interest me at all. New warm days arrived; I gave my husband my plain T-shirts, telling him they were unisex T-shirts. With this, I tried to get him used to women's styles.

Then I sometimes started giving him T-shirts with some neutral pattern. What I like most is putting white shorts on him and wearing lace panties underneath so that the lace is visible. My beloved didn't suspect that the panties were see-through from behind.

One evening, I suggested to my beloved that we watch porn films. I really wanted to see how men have sex with each other. And there I saw a woman pegging a man. It turned me on, but I didn't say anything to my husband. The next day, I went to the store and bought a small dildo. In the evening, we started watching films again where a woman satisfied a man's rear. I started hinting to my husband that I would also like to pleasure his butt like that; he jokingly said that it would probably be cool, but he didn't expect that I meant it seriously. When we went to bed, I started pestering him, lying on his stomach, stroking him, his back, his butt, gradually caressing his hole; he started moaning softly; he liked it. I took out a toy and lube from under the pillow for him. When I lubricated his hole, he calmed down and clenched his butt; I started saying gentle words to him and asked him to relax. He lay silently and gradually relaxed. I didn't rush him; I knew that with my affection, I could arouse and persuade him. I started inserting one finger into him, playing with it and trying to relax him, then two, three, four; he started moaning; I took the toy, lubricated it with moisturizer, and gradually started inserting it into his butt. The first time, I didn't torment him too much. I knew that I could do everything with him, but gradually. In the morning, I asked him how he felt after last night. He said that he didn't get much satisfaction from it and that he didn't experience anything special. I, however, concluded for myself that he needed to be taken harder.

After work, I stopped by a sex shop and bought a couple of dildos of different sizes, of course larger than the one we already had. With the thought, "I'll arrange something special for you," I almost skipped home.

At home, I went online to read about how to properly massage the prostate. When my beloved came home, I asked him to take a shower. Then I gave him an enema; although he kicked, I forced him to do it. After dinner, I asked again to turn on porn films of a woman satisfying a man. It aroused me so much that I was already all wet. During the film, I told him how much it turned me on, how pleasant it was for me. And he watched silently and didn't comment on anything. When I was already on edge, I started gradually arousing him. Putting pillows under his stomach so that his butt was relaxed and at the same time raised up. I started playing with his hole, trying to relax and widen it. Gradually taking out all the toys, putting on rubber gloves, as it was in the film. I started stretching him. He started moaning, somehow unusually. His moan wasn't like the moan he always made. The first toy went in easily already; I took a larger toy, lubricated it more generously, and inserted it without problems. He was so aroused that he didn't feel how I had already fully inserted the second-sized dildo into him. I started telling him what a beautiful girl she was and that I was simply delighted with her. I took the third dildo; it was even larger; lubricating it abundantly, I started inserting it into him; it went in with difficulty, but I felt how my girl tried to press her butt onto the cock herself so that it would enter. My girl moaned like never before; I added effort, and the dildo went inside; my girl even cried out, whether from pain or pleasure. I started saying that she was an incomparable girl and that I was very proud of her.

My girl came. I slowly pulled out the dildo and gently stroked her butt. "Well, how was it?" I asked him. "Well, yeah, there's something to it." "Did you like being a girl?" "Yes."

— I liked it too," I told him.

— For the first time, even very good." In the morning, I asked him, "Do you mind if I call you Tanyushka?

— No, I don't mind." Now our games became more frequent; I turned him into my beloved girl more and more often. My interests grew; I wanted to do something more special with her. We watched films more often, and I constantly looked for interesting ideas from there. In one film, I saw how a girl strapped a dildo to herself with a belt and thus took her boyfriend; I asked my girl, "Do you want to try that?" "I think yes," Tanyushka told me. And we started actively searching for such a belt online. On one internet page, I came across such a belt, additionally with a huge cock; it was 30 cm long and 5-6 cm in diameter. I was delighted with such a find. Four days later, the package was delivered; all these days, every day, I anticipated how my girl would moan from such a toy.

In the evening, when my girl came home, a surprise awaited her. Of course, I prepared a very delicious dinner and a romantic evening with a bottle of whiskey. I wanted my girl to be a little more relaxed than usual. Afterward, the preparation began: shower, enema, changing clothes—this was already a constant procedure. It was the best evening of my life. Everything was as always: first, stretching with small dildos, then larger ones. When the butt was stretched, I took out the new toy. My girl, when she saw it, started lamenting that she would die from it, but I calmed her down, saying that we would go slowly and that she wouldn't experience all of it. It was something special. Putting Tanyusha on all fours on the edge of the bed and generously lubricating our giant (that's what I called it), I pressed it against the opening, gradually pressing on the butt; my girl first tried to escape and moved forward, but I took her by the hips and started pulling her towards me. With sweet words—"What a beautiful slut you are," "You'll feel good now"—I aroused my girl. When our giant started entering her, my girl moaned, then she herself started pressing her butt onto it; I simply held her by the hips and waited for her to sit on it herself. I felt how she pressed, then pushed back, trying to relax. Then she started pressing again, and I felt how the giant entered with a thrust about ten centimeters inside. An unusual groan sounded, and she froze. Then she gradually started moving back and forth; I myself started moaning. It felt like I was being fucked; I started fucking my girl. Within a couple of seconds, my girl came; she shook and asked to stop; from this pleasure, I also came. The entire giant, of course, didn't go in, but I was so happy. I felt how my cum was flowing down my thighs. Taking out the giant, I lay on the bed next to Tanyushka. We lay silently, both breathing heavily. After a few minutes, I said that it was very cool. And that I was very pleased with my Tanyushka. Time passed; Tanyushka and I agreed that when she comes home, she becomes a girl. She changes into a girl, and I address her only in the feminine gender. She already had her own wardrobe, wigs. On Fridays, I did her manicure, and on Sundays, we did laundry; pedicure always remained. On Sundays, I always tried to take her out among people. When we went to the store, Tanyushka always tried to hide her hands so that no one would notice her painted nails. And I tried to provoke her to touch something, stroke something, so that the salespeople would notice the manicure. And I also loved taking her into stores where we bought her T-shirts, blouses. The salespeople, of course, immediately recognized their product. And, of course, everyone reacted differently. Some offered to look at this T-shirt or that blouse, top, with the words, "Look at this model, it will suit your man very well."

My birthday was approaching. I decided not to invite anyone except my two girlfriends.

I had two best girlfriends. One, Olya, was married; the other, Lena, was single. When I met with them, words sometimes slipped out from me, like: "my beauty at home." They asked a couple of times why I sometimes spoke about my husband in the feminine gender. I always brushed it off, saying it was accidental or just like that.

I invited them to a girls' night, said there would only be girls and that we could allow ourselves not to be self-conscious, because there would be no men. So the dress code: sexy. When asked where my husband would be, I said that my husband would disappear for the evening.

I started persuading Tanyushka a month in advance that we would dress her as a girl, supposedly for a girls' night, that there's nothing for guys to do here...

He refused for a long time, but after one hot evening, he agreed.

When the girls came, I said I had a surprise for them and called Tanyushka. When Tatyana came out into the hallway, I told them, "Here is my friend Tatyana. I told you it would be a girls' night." The girls were in shock but quickly oriented themselves. "Hello, Tatyana, how do you like your new look?" We laughed and had fun all evening. After the second bottle of whiskey, we were all tipsy. A ring at the door—it was Olya's husband. "I see you're having fun here? But I want to apologize and take the girls home; I have work tomorrow." Lena asked me, "Can I stay longer, and then take a taxi home?" "Yes, of course, stay," I said. We returned to the table. Let's continue partying. The third bottle of whiskey was already running out. Everyone was noticeably drunk. "Tanyushka, can you bring us some tea?" Lena asked. "Yes, of course," said Tanya and went to the kitchen. When she was walking, Lena said, "If only she had high-heeled shoes, I wonder if she could walk in them?" "Of course she could," I affirmed. And I asked Tanyushka to put on high-heeled shoes. Since Tanya was drunk, she behaved very uninhibitedly, and she didn't need to be persuaded. It seemed she wasn't self-conscious at all in her outfit. When Tanyushka entered the room in heels, confidently standing in them. "Wow, seems like there's experience," said Lena, "looks like she's already learned." "She's a very capable girl," I said. "And she knows how to be obedient in everything."

Probably because we were all drunk, our conversation was relaxed.

— In everything?" Lena asked again. "Yes, in everything," I affirmed. "She even already knows how to be a girl in bed." "Unexpected, but very pleasant news," said Lena. "Can I admire this unusual sight?" she added. "I think Tanyushka won't mind, will she?" I said and looked into Tanyushka's eyes. Her eyes were so unfocused, and she stood in a stupor. "Beloved..." she mumbled. She didn't expect this, and I didn't expect this from myself either. But at that moment, everything inside me swirled; I can't imagine what Tanya felt at that moment, but it felt like everything inside me clenched. I don't know why, but I wanted so badly to fuck Tanyushka in front of Lena that I whispered in such a gentle voice, "Well, Tanyushka, please." She stood silently for a couple of seconds, went to the table, poured herself some whiskey, drank it in one gulp, and went to the bathroom. I smiled at Lena and said, "She agreed. Let's you and I have a drink too. I'll go get the toys, and you get comfortable in the armchair." When I entered the bathroom, I saw that Tanyushka was already ready. I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom; there I took out new lace panties and stockings. "Get dressed, my girl, and we're waiting for you in the living room. We'll play on the sofa today." I myself took the box where the dildos were and went to Lena. Pouring glasses of whiskey, Lena and I started discussing Tanyushka. Lena was very surprised by the whole situation and said that she couldn't imagine all this, but she was delighted and that it turned her on. I told her that before, they had sex at least two or three times a week, and my husband fucked me. Now, for at least half a year, we've been having sex four times a week, but now I fuck Tanyushka. And it satisfies me more than the other way around.

Tanyushka came in; I handed her a glass of whiskey; after drinking, we started caressing her. Putting her on all fours, leaning against the sofa, I started caressing her hole. Lubricating it, I started inserting one toy, then another. Tanyushka already started moaning softly; Lena sat with her mouth open and marveled at how beautiful it was. When I took out the giant, Lena almost fainted. "Will it really go in?" she asked. "Yes, it goes in, but not completely." I took off my panties and started putting on the harness for the giant. "Why did you undress?" Lena asked me. "You'll see now." Generously lubricating the