Husband > Cuckold > Sissy

By Chloe Jones

On the outside we seem like a pretty conservative married couple. We go to church, we raise our family, absolutely nothing at all would give us away.  In fact until very recently we were that normal, conservative married couple.

 

But here we are today. My wife is laid on her back having been filled by another man and I'm about to clean her up. 

 

How did I go from a husband to a cuckold to a sissy so quick?

 

Oh, did I not mention? I'm wearing her underwear while I clean her up!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chloe Jones
• Release date: Feb 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215418925

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Chapter 1

My wife Melissa and I are a pretty conservative white couple living in the south. I am Ben, and we have been married for just under eleven years. We both grew up in pretty strict and very conservative religious families. I won't name the churches or anything, but you get the picture. Melissa is 5'6 tall and weighs about 130 lbs. depending on which diet she is following. I am 5'8 tall and weigh around 180 lbs. She is a nurse at a large hospital in the city, and I am the owner of a masonry supply business. I worked in the field during college and got my BA along the way. The college experience served me well, and I decided to start my business using the knowledge I gained first hand coupled with my college preparation.

I call on contractors of all kinds and have a retail department as well. Melissa has enough seniority that she now works only the daytime shifts. She has accrued great benefits, and the pay is good. When I mention her quitting work, she doesn't want to consider it. I suggested that she could work in my (our) business, but she loves what she does. We are active in our church since it has been our norm since growing up.

The southern, typically white churches have undergone a social revolution as far as racial inclusion. While conservative southern Christians paid lip service to complete integration for years, many held their inherited prejudices deep inside themselves. In a way, I always felt like such a hypocrite when I professed love and equality to our black friends. Sometimes, however, when I encountered a black person who rubbed me the wrong way, I would have an immediate passing thought. Almost immediately, I would chastise myself for thinking of names like that. I didn't want to think those things, but it takes generations for the labels to go away.

When an interracial couple moved into a new house next door, Melissa was the first to take over food while the movers unloaded the furniture. She met Daniel and Jessica Jensen on a bright sunny day in October. Daniel is a tall, well-built black man of around thirty. Jessica is a beautiful blonde, 26 years old, 5'-8" tall, with the body of a Playboy Playmate. About a week after they arrived, Melissa invited them over for coffee and drinks one early evening. Daniel is a high-profile Vice-President of a large college, which, again, I will not name. Being on the same socio-economic and career plane, we always felt quite comfortable around them. Jessica works for a non-profit organization and also attends social functions with her husband.

While I would say that Melissa and I are an attractive couple, I knew that we were not quite as high profile as our new neighbors. They seemed encouraged that we had reached out to them and mentioned that not all the neighbors seemed so friendly. We told them to just give everyone a chance, and they would see how good a community we live in. Daniel mentioned that he worried about living in what was considered to be a conservative neighborhood while being an interracial couple. They asked about us, and we gave them a quick thumbnail sketch. Neither one of them had children at that point. It seemed like a promising friendship since both couples were busy and on the go while having enough income to enjoy our surroundings.

Melissa uses her days off and staggered schedule to the fullest extent. Sometimes she works three twelve-hour shifts a week and has long weekends. Together with accrued time, she can go a week without working and not use any vacation time. It gives her time to shop and hang out. Over time, Jessica and Melissa figured out each other's schedules and found time for coffee, lunch, or just hanging out at the pools. According to Melissa, it was a very vanilla-type neighborly conversation that began everything. Melissa was on her best behavior, trying to be the modern cosmopolitan neighbor. She never mentioned the interracial aspect of the couple's marriage. Unknown to Melissa, Jessica later told us that she found that sort of hypocritical in a way. I mean, how do you not mention the elephant in the room?

Since we were always very guarded around them, our relationship seemed a little stilted and forced. I don't think either couple felt at ease, to begin with. I decided that, generally, that is how new friends and neighbors felt during the feeling-out process. Our neighbors on the other side of the Jensens were not quite as friendly. We told them that those folks were not particularly friendly to us either, so they shouldn't read too much into it. The ladies had more time to spend getting to know each other while Daniel and I were in completely different job types. While I was doing very well, ultimately, the sector was still a blue-collar type of business. While I did associate with other business owners on my level, the sector as a whole always seemed to carry that blue-collar tag. Daniel, however, was a barrier breaker in his field. He was by no means a token appointee. His education and background in public relations more than qualified him for his position. Occasionally we would see him interviewed on the local news for one story or another. It certainly did not hurt the university's image to have such a well-spoken black man in front of the camera.

When the change occurred, I did not realize that anything was different at first. In hindsight, I later realized that Melissa seemed to be warming up to Jessica. Melissa, however, did not relate any details of the 'girl talk.' It was just an overall feeling that I had. Some evenings when I came home from work on Melissa's days off, she would not be home. It was not an everyday occurrence, but it happened pretty regularly. I would call Melissa to see where she was. She would answer her phone immediately. Often, I would find out they were sitting at the pool or