Wife and Ex-Wife Tease Sissy Hubby

The bedroom lamps threw a low amber glow across the rumpled sheets and the three of them. Colette stood at the edge of the mattress, sixty-five and lushly curved, her heavy breasts lifted and barely contained by the purple satin bustier whose shiny cups caught the light. The garment ended just beneath her ribs, leaving her soft belly and wide hips bare above the tops of her sheer nylons; the satin clung where her skin was warm. On the bed, Adriana reclined against the pillows, sixty-eight, her average frame relaxed and unhurried in a blue satin bra, matching panties, a narrow garter belt, and nylons whose seams ran straight down her thighs. Across from them, in the armchair pulled close enough that he could see every detail, sat Tobias, sixty-six, dressed exactly as they had required: a pink satin bra stuffed with soft breast forms, a wide shiny garter belt cinched around his waist, nylons clipped to it, and tight satin panties that already showed a dark, spreading wet spot at the front. His clit strained helplessly inside the slick fabric, drooling steadily, the head pressed flat and leaking so that the satin clung and glistened.

Both women knew precisely what the sight of them together did to him. They had talked it through earlier, calmly, while he listened and nodded, his face flushed, and he had agreed—eagerly, almost desperately—that he would stay in the chair, hands on the armrests, and only watch while they took their pleasure from each other. Lesbian sex had always driven him wild; he had begged for years to see them kiss, to see them get each other off, and tonight they intended to give him exactly that while denying him anything more. Colette’s fingers brushed Adriana’s stocking-clad knee. Adriana smiled, slow and knowing, and crooked a finger. The air already smelled faintly of perfume and the sharper scent of Tobias’s leaking arousal.

Colette climbed onto the bed and settled over Adriana, their nyloned legs sliding together with a soft whisper of fabric. Their mouths met in a deep, unhurried tongue kiss, lips parting, tongues stroking slowly while Colette’s large breasts pressed into Adriana’s smaller ones through the satin. Adriana’s hands came up to cup and squeeze those heavy tits, thumbs rubbing the nipples that stiffened under the purple cups. Colette moaned into the kiss and squirmed, hips rolling, the bustier riding up a little so the underside of one breast spilled free. They broke the kiss just enough to speak, voices low and filthy, aimed at the man in the chair.

“Look at him,” Adriana murmured, licking Colette’s lower lip. “His little clit is already drooling through those panties. He can see how wet I’m getting just from your mouth.” She slid one hand down Colette’s belly and between her thighs, two fingers gliding easily into the slick heat of her pussy. Colette gasped and rocked onto them. “God, she’s soaked,” Adriana told Tobias, pumping slowly. “So soft and hot around my fingers. You’ve always wanted to watch us fuck, haven’t you? Begged to see us get off on each other. Well, watch.”

Colette’s own hand found Adriana’s blue panties, tugged them aside, and pushed two fingers into her in return. They kissed again, messier now, tongues tangling while their hands worked, mutual fingering growing faster, wet sounds filling the room. Adriana described every stroke—“her cunt is gripping me, Tobias, clenching like she needs something thicker”—and Colette answered by curling her fingers and rubbing Adriana’s clit with her thumb until the older woman writhed. Their bodies squirmed together, satin sliding, nylons rasping, breasts mashed and fondled. Tobias’s clit twitched visibly inside the tight pink satin, another pulse of fluid darkening the fabric; he made a small, choked sound but kept his hands where they belonged.

They reached for the thick cock-shaped toy waiting on the nightstand. Colette took it first, slicked the head against Adriana’s entrance, and pushed it in slowly while she kept two fingers on her own clit. Adriana’s back arched. “Fuck, that stretch,” she panted, looking straight at Tobias. “It’s filling me the way you always wished you could watch. Your wife’s fucking me with it and I’m dripping all over her hand.” They switched; Adriana drove the toy into Colette’s pussy in long, deep strokes while Colette straddled her thigh and ground down, large tits bouncing in the purple satin. Dirty talk spilled constantly—how good the toy felt, how swollen their clits were, how Tobias’s denied little clit must be aching and leaking just from the sight—until both women were panting and the toy shone with their combined wetness.

They rolled onto their backs side by side, shoulders touching, and reached for the long double-ended dildo. Colette guided one thick end between her own swollen lips and sank down onto it with a shaky moan, the purple bustier framing her heaving breasts. Adriana did the same, spreading her thighs in the blue garter belt and nylons, working the other end deep into her cunt until their hips nearly met in the middle. The toy disappeared inside both of them, stretching them open, the ridged middle pressing against their clits whenever they shifted. They began to grind and thrust in a shared rhythm, hips lifting and falling, the dildo sliding wetly between their dripping cunts. Every movement made the satin of their lingerie catch the light and made soft, obscene sounds.

“Look at his panties,” Colette gasped, voice breaking as she rocked harder. “That huge wet spot. His raging clit is soaked, straining, drooling like the pathetic little sissy he is. We’ve always known this would make him throb helplessly—watching us fuck, watching us get off, never allowed to touch.” Adriana moaned loudly, one hand gripping Colette’s thigh, the other rubbing her own clit around the thick invasion. “It feels incredible,” she told him, words tumbling out between thrusts. “So deep, rubbing every spot inside me, stretching me while her cunt milks the other end. You wanted to see us cum on each other, Tobias. Look. Look at how amazing this thick toy feels splitting us open.”

They moved faster, breasts bouncing, nylons whispering, the double dildo glistening as it pistoned between them. Colette’s large tits spilled further from the bustier; Adriana’s average body arched, belly tightening. Their dirty talk never stopped—describing the slick heat, the way their clits throbbed against the toy, how Tobias’s leaking clit looked ridiculous and desperate in its satin prison, how he would stay denied while they took everything they wanted from each other. The pressure built in long, shaking waves. Colette came first, crying out, her pussy clamping hard around her half of the dildo, juices soaking the sheets and Adriana’s thigh. The spasms dragged Adriana over the edge seconds later; she shouted, hips bucking, cunt pulsing and gushing around the toy while she kept grinding through it, both of them shaking and moaning through loud, overlapping orgasms that left them trembling and breathless.

They stayed on their backs, still deeply impaled on the double dildo, chests heaving. Colette turned her head and kissed Adriana languidly, tongues slow and sweet now, smiling against each other’s mouths. Both of them glanced at the armchair. The wet spot on Tobias’s pink satin panties had spread into a large, dark, shining patch; his clit still twitched visibly beneath the soaked fabric. Adriana’s voice was husky and fond. “Such a good, denied little sissy,” she said. “Only allowed to watch us satisfy each other.” Colette nodded, one hand resting on the toy where it joined them. “That’s all you’ll ever get.”

He would sit there dripping forever while they kept fucking without him.