Sissy Husband Used by Femboys for His Wives

The living room lamp threw a low warm light across satin and skin. Sabine, sixty-five, sat deep in the couch, curvy and lush, her massive tits lifted and spilling in a blue satin bra that shone with every breath. Blue satin panties hugged the soft swell of her hips, and blue nylons sheened up her thick thighs, clipped to straps that creaked when she shifted. Close beside her, knee to nyloned knee, Lorraine, sixty-eight, watched with an average, slimmer body held neat in white satin: a white bra, white panties, a white garter belt, and pale nylons that whispered when she moved. Both women had their eyes fixed on the rug.

Benedict, sixty-six, knelt in front of them, Sabine’s husband and Lorraine’s ex-husband, dressed exactly as they liked him. A pink sissy satin bra cupped the breast forms that gave him a heavy, swaying chest. A wide shiny garter belt cinched his waist, its glossy bands snapping down to the tops of his nylons. Satin fullback panties, pink and gleaming, had been tugged aside at the back and stretched over the front, where his cock stood flushed and leaking while his fist worked it in slow pulls.

He had slicked himself already. One hand stroked his cock. The other guided a thick anal dildo against his hole and pushed. The head spread him open. He whimpered and sank onto it, garter belt flashing, until the toy filled his ass and his thighs shook. Between strokes he leaned forward and took a large cock-shaped toy into his mouth, lips stretching around the shaft, sucking with wet greedy sounds while the dildo stayed buried and his hips rolled.

He pulled the cock toy from his lips with a wet pop, gasped, and drove the dildo deeper, then stuffed his mouth full again, drool threading down onto the pink satin between his breast forms. His cock jerked in his fist, a clear string of precum swinging from the tip onto the shiny garter belt. Every thrust of the toy in his ass made the nylons whisper and the panties strain. Sabine leaned in until her massive tits brushed Lorraine’s arm. Neither woman looked away.

Sabine’s breath went rough. Lorraine’s hand settled high on Sabine’s stockinged thigh. They watched his cheeks hollow, watched the pink panties strain, watched the dildo disappear and shine as it slid back out.

“Look at our husband,” Sabine said, hungry. “Stuffing his mouth and his ass at the same time, jerking that little cock like he might die if he stops.”

Lorraine smiled, eyes bright on him. “And he still doesn’t have nearly enough cock in him. Not yet.”

Benedict moaned around the toy, spit on his chin, the room thick with satin and the wet sound of his need.

Sabine’s hand slid between Lorraine’s thighs and found the white satin panties already damp. Lorraine answered by dragging blue satin aside and sinking two fingers into Sabine’s cunt, slow and filthy, while both of them kept their eyes on the kneeling man.

“You hear us, sissy?” Sabine said, voice gone mean and sweet. “We’re not going to let you finish on a toy. We want to watch you get used. Completely used. Three of them. Twenty years old, slight and pretty, all in delicate lingerie, and every one of them harder than that sad little cock in your fist.”

Lorraine fucked her fingers deeper and laughed under her breath. “Tobias. Julian. Felix. We told them what you are. Our pathetic sissy husband. Our sissy cumrag. Our cock-hungry bitch. They’re coming through that door to do everything to you.”

Benedict whimpered around the toy. His hand sped up on his cock. The dildo sank and held.

“They’re going to fuck your holes,” Sabine went on, grinding on Lorraine’s fingers, her massive tits shifting in blue satin. “One in your ass, pounding you open until you drool. One in your mouth, making you suck his hard clit like the greedy bitch you are. And the third you’re going to stroke, both hands if we tell you, working that hard little clit until it jumps.”

“And they’re going to cum on you,” Lorraine said, toying Sabine’s clit with her thumb while Sabine’s fingers curled inside the white panties and found Lorraine just as wet. “All over that painted face. All over those fake tits. All over the pink satin. Thick ropes of it, sissy. You’re going to wear it while you cum like a desperate old slut.”

Sabine pinched Lorraine’s nipple through the white satin and Lorraine answered by grinding down on those fingers, both of them soaked, both of them mean. “Sissy cumrag,” Sabine hissed. “You’re going to suck those hard clits until your jaw aches and take cock in that stretched hole until you can’t hold yourself up. We want you covered. We want you crying and cumming with their loads on your tits.”

“Pathetic sissy husband,” Sabine breathed, rocking. “Cumrag. Hole with a garter belt. Say you want it.”

Benedict pulled the cock toy free, spit shining on his lips, and the sound that came out of him was a broken moan. “I want it,” he whimpered. “Please. Use me. Let them use me.” He shoved the dildo deeper and stroked faster, nylons rasping, breast forms bouncing in the pink bra, eyes wet and wild.

“Listen to him beg,” Lorraine said, filthy and pleased, two fingers working Sabine while Sabine’s hand fucked her in return. “Cock-hungry bitch can already taste them. Tobias is going to split that ass. Julian’s going to fuck your throat. Felix is going to make you stroke his clit until he paints your bra. And we’re going to sit right here and play with these wet cunts and call you every filthy name you’ve earned while they ruin you.”

He moaned, high and helpless, hips jerking, the anal dildo stuffing him, precum smearing his knuckles. The dirty talk poured over him and his arousal spiraled, tight and shameless, until he was whimpering on every breath and the wives were finger-fucking each other in time with the wet sounds of his hole.

The door opened and they came in already hard, three slight twenty-year-old femboys in delicate lingerie, pretty and eager, exactly as the wives had promised. Tobias, twenty, wore pale pink lace that barely held his cock. Julian, twenty, had black satin panties dragged under his balls and a matching bralette. Felix, twenty, was in sheer white, his clit-cock jutting stiff past the lace. They had been invited. They wanted this. Benedict looked up from the rug with the dildo still in his ass and moaned like a man getting exactly what he had begged for.

“On your knees properly, sissy,” Tobias said, and Benedict went, breast forms swinging in the pink bra, wide shiny garter belt flashing, nylons spread. He let Julian ease the anal dildo out with a wet sound and a helpless whimper, then Tobias knelt behind him, spat on his hole, and pushed his cock in. Benedict’s mouth fell open. Tobias didn’t wait. He fucked into that stretched ass hard, doggy style, hips snapping, lace rasping against the garter straps, and Benedict cried out and shoved back for more.

Julian stepped in front of him and fed him cock. Benedict sucked, sloppy and desperate, cheeks hollow, spit running down his chin onto the pink satin. Felix stood at his shoulder, sheer white panties shoved aside, and Benedict’s fist found that hard clit and stroked it, slick and fast, while Tobias pounded his hole and Julian fucked his mouth.

On the couch Sabine had two fingers buried in Lorraine and Lorraine had a slim toy working Sabine’s cunt under the blue satin, both of them watching, both of them filthy.

“That’s it, pathetic sissy husband,” Sabine groaned. “Take Tobias’s cock. Suck Julian’s clit. Stroke Felix. Look at our cock-hungry bitch getting used.”

“Sissy cumrag,” Lorraine panted, grinding on Sabine’s hand. “Drool on it. Push that ass back. Let them wreck you.”

Benedict whimpered around Julian’s cock, muffled and high, and stroked Felix faster, his own cock dripping onto the rug, untouched now and jerking with every thrust in his ass.

They rotated. Tobias pulled out, cock shining, and Julian took his place, driving into Benedict’s hole in long hard strokes that made the nylons skid on the rug. Tobias came around front, slapped his wet cock against Benedict’s lips, and pushed in. Benedict sucked his own ass off Tobias’s shaft and moaned like he loved the taste. Felix climbed onto the couch arm for a moment, then dropped back down and guided Benedict’s hand, then his mouth — they turned him onto his side, spit-roasting him, Felix fucking his throat while Julian hammered his ass and Tobias knelt by his face when Felix pulled out to let him breathe, making him lick and suck between them.

Between positions Benedict was never empty. When they flipped him from his side back to his knees, Tobias spit on his hole and shoved back in to the base, and Benedict’s cry came out muffled around whichever cock was in his mouth. Spit ran down the pink bra. Cum-slick fingers stroked whichever hard clit was pressed into his palm. The wives talked him through every inch.

“Look at that garter belt shake,” Lorraine said, fucking Sabine with the toy and rubbing her own clit in sticky circles. “Old sissy husband taking twenty-year-old cock like he was built for it. Suck deeper, cumrag. Stroke that clit. Don’t you dare let go.”

Sabine’s massive tits spilled against Lorraine’s white bra as she came close and held off, mean about it, saving it. “Not yet. I want to finish when he’s covered. Pound him. Use every hole. Make our cock-hungry bitch earn it.”

“Both holes,” Sabine said, voice breaking as Lorraine’s toy curled inside her. “Fill the bitch. Make him take it.”

They put him on his back, legs up in the nylons, garter belt gleaming, breast forms shifting in the pink bra, and Felix fucked his ass while Benedict sucked Tobias and stroked Julian’s hard clit with a shaking fist. Then Tobias wanted the hole again and took it, folding Benedict nearly in half, pounding deep, while Julian fed him cock and Felix made him stroke, then suck, then stroke again, rotating through his mouth until his jaw ached and his hole was sloppy and open and he was whimpering on every breath.

“Pathetic little sissy,” Lorraine hissed, fingers flying on Sabine’s clit now, the toy still buried. “Cumrag. Cock-hungry bitch. You’re going to wear every drop.”

“Give it to him,” Sabine gasped. “Cover our husband. Paint the slut.”

Tobias yanked out of his ass. Julian and Felix pulled free of his mouth and his fist. For a second Benedict sobbed at the emptiness, then Sabine’s voice cut through, sharp and filthy. “The dildo. Shove it back in him. Make the sissy cum on it while you cover him.”

Julian grabbed the slick anal dildo and drove it into Benedict’s stretched hole in one long push. Benedict wailed, back arching, nylons trembling, and Julian fucked him with it, hard and deep, while all three femboys stroked their cocks over him. Tobias came first, a thick rope across Benedict’s face, then another over his open mouth and the pink bra. Cum strung from Tobias’s cock to Benedict’s cheek and Felix wiped the next pulse across his lips, making him taste it while the dildo punched deep. Felix groaned and striped his fake tits, cum splattering the satin and the breast forms, dripping into the cleavage of the bra. Julian kept working the dildo and came with a broken sound, spraying Benedict’s belly, the shiny garter belt, the stretched pink panties, and his flushed cock.

The humiliation hit as hard as the toy. Benedict’s hand flew to his cock and he came, violent and shaking, spurting over his own satin while the dildo stuffed his ass and fresh cum slid down his cheeks and tits. He whimpered and moaned through it, high and wrecked, cumming harder than he had in years, hole clenching on the anal dildo, face and lingerie painted, the three young femboys milking the last thick drops onto his skin while his wives fingered and toyed each other and called him their filthy sissy cumrag.

Spent and dripping, Benedict’s arms gave out. He collapsed in a whimpering, satisfied heap on the rug between the three young men, pink satin soaked, breast forms glazed with cum, the wide shiny garter belt and nylons streaked, the anal dildo still seated in his twitching hole. Tobias, Julian, and Felix stayed pressed close, smearing the last thick drops across his lips and his fake tits while he moaned and licked whatever they pushed onto his tongue.

On the couch Sabine and Lorraine came loud together. Lorraine drove the toy deep and ground her clit on Sabine’s fingers, and Sabine’s massive tits shook in blue satin as her cunt clenched and she cursed through it, while Lorraine cried out and soaked the white panties, both of them staring at the ruined sissy on the floor.

“That’s our well-used sissy husband,” Sabine panted, still pulsing. “Performed exactly like the cumrag we wanted.”

Lorraine’s voice was raw and mean. “Covered, stuffed, and still whimpering. Good little cock-hungry bitch.”

Benedict lay between them, cum sliding off his chin onto the pink bra, hole fluttering around the dildo, and Sabine leaned forward with her fingers still buried in Lorraine.

“Lick it up, sissy — every drop those boys shot on your face and those fake tits — and clench that stuffed hole while you thank them for using you like the filthy cumdump you are.”