How I Became A Sissy - 1

How could it ever come to this? How did I slowly go from husband Nick to sissy Nikkie? It didn't happen all at once, of course, but quite quickly. It's probably always been in me...

The divorce is now half a year ago. It still hurts, but I have decided that it is especially important for the children that life goes on. I have therefore booked for two weeks at a campsite in Drenthe. Not a warm foreign country, the alimony my ex wife pays is not enough for that, but with the beautiful summers we've had this should also be fine. Close to the campsite there is a natural pool in a forest, and on warm days that is where we spend most of our time. Fortunately, the children, starting adolescents, quickly find contact with peers and are having a great time, which gives me time to rest and read a book. And to think, which is not good when you are not over the divorce yet.

Fortunately, there is a lot to see around the bath. Mothers who are there with their families. Some still tight in their skin, others with a few more pounds in a bathing suit. Both nice to see, although after my slim (according to her) and skinny (according to me) ex, I have come to appreciate somewhat curvier women more. Firm tits that sway in a bikini or bathing suit are still nice to look at. Also the necessary teenagers, of course, and they dress and behave really differently than when I was young. Well, in our Reformed village in South Holland, where my ex also comes from, there was anyway a bit different morality than in the rest of the country, but the differences have become a lot bigger. Tanned bodies with such an exciting white line when bikini bottoms slide up a bit. Pants that are sometimes just big enough to get into the butt crack, with those lovely tight asses. Or pants that are so tight that you can lip read. You can look, and nothing will happen anyway because what would such a young thing do with a divorced middle-aged man. And the mothers, I wish, there must be some who are also single parents. But I'm shy by nature, and circumstances haven't made it any better. So just watch, with the prospect of a quick jerk tonight in my sleeping bag when the kids sleep in their own tent.He's fine with the kids

I suddenly hear. In front of me is a man about my age in tight swimming trunks. It happens subconsciously, but in the flash it takes to look up from my chair I see a huge bulge in those pants. Wow. Now I'm the one who always keeps looking straight down in a toilet in the pub, that must be a very big cock that he carries with him. He introduces himself as Karel, who lives nearby. His two children are the same age as mine, and as usual they found each other on the platform in the natural pool. They apparently have fun together, and that makes relaxing a lot easier for the parents. Karel asks if he can join us. We have the usual conversation you have with strangers. The weather (warm by Dutch standards), the facilities at the campsite (reasonable, but there appears to be a nice restaurant nearby), the natural pool (fortunately fairly quiet, most camping guests opt for the swimming pool) and the ages and schools of the children . And of course the question that always comes up, are you all here. It's getting less and less bad every time, but it's still annoying to tell. Yes, I'm alone here. My ex and I have been separated for six months, but things hadn't been going well for much longer before that. A relationship with each other since we were teenagers, married young and later grew apart.

Assuming that Karel (no wedding ring) is also a divorced father, I end with

apparently those women are

. I shouldn't have tried to be tough, because I can see his face darken. With a sad look, Karel tells that he is a widower. Married for a long time, also with his childhood sweetheart, but more than a year ago she became seriously ill. It soon turned out that there was nothing left to do, and she passed away a year ago. Oh shit, I feel like shit. I apologize, and then again. I really shouldn't have said that, sorry sorry sorry. Fortunately he doesn't get angry about it, after all you don't know about each other, and we decide to have a beer together. He walks back to their place, grabs a chair and a cool box and sits with me. Fortunately, the painful moment is over and soon we are talking endlessly about anything and everything. It's nice to just have a click with someone again and talk.

When Karel invites us to barbeque with them, I say yes after a short consultation with the children. The bbq is very cozy, some beers pass by, but by eleven the children indicate that they want to go to bed. Karel has just put a bottle of good whiskey on the table, but that's no problem. Then you will still be porridge. It's only a 5 minute bike ride to the campsite, we'll see you at breakfast

. Karel's also go to sleep and the adults have the kingdom to themselves. In the dark, with only the light of the glowing coals, and with a good glass, the conversation naturally becomes more personal. The booze helps, but there's also something about Karel's attitude and words that give me a sense of familiarity, the idea that I can just say things. That is why I am perhaps talking about my last marriage and the divorce for the first time.

I tell how Cindy and I knew each other from our reformed village. Such a village where everyone knows each other and looks out for each other, and where sex before marriage is still a difficult thing even in this day and age. We got married when I was nineteen and only then started living together. Karel asks if we really haven't had sex before. In the dark he can't see my blush, so I tell him for the first time that of course I wanted to. So did Cindy, I think, but she really wanted to go into marriage as a virgin, as it should be. Something happened, during long walks in the woods looking for a quiet spot or later in the car, and then my finger in her panties. And that Cindy would put her hand in my pants and underpants, and then quickly jerk me off until I came and had to walk home with wet underpants and drive. The first years of our marriage were a joy and we soon had children. Soon after, Cindy got the chance to get a promotion at the marketing agency where she worked. Substantially higher salary, more responsibility for larger clients and occasionally travel. Well, I really liked my job, but it paid a lot less, so we decided that I would take care of the children for a while and she would have the chance to further expand her career. She also really blossomed. My modest, slightly prudish Cindy is slowly turning into a confident businesswoman. And I have to say, I found that very attractive. Tight suits with her slender legs in shiny tights, pumps with ever higher heels, more expensive silk blouses and a pearl necklace, she looked more and more feminine. But where I became increasingly excited by her because of this, the meaning seemed to disappear with her. Sex went from once a week to once every two weeks. Then to once a month. And if it happened at all, fucking often didn't work, but I first had to eat her for an hour (with pleasure, by the way, especially after she starts shaving from below) and then quickly jerked off. Of course I also started to suspect that there was someone else, or others, as she increasingly had to work overtime or go on business trips with her best lingerie in her trolley, but when the word got out I was still shocked. That was me, alone in a flat on the outskirts of the city while Cindy moved into a new luxury apartment in the center. And now, half a year later, I was still there.

Jesus man, you suck so bad! And what a bitch that Cindy is

answer Karel after my story. Pffffew, it feels good to have told, especially when someone reacts like that. Karel then tells about his wife Diana. Not about her death, but about what a nice, spontaneous, sweet woman she was. How they had always been soul mates, finishing each other's sentences. All intense, and the evening flies by without me noticing it. When I finally get up to go to the toilet and then go home, I feel that my legs are shaky. Apparently I'm not used to much anymore. Karel proposes to stay the night.

I don't have a guest room, but my bed is king size or something, so big enough. We wouldn't want you to cycle into a tree with a drunken head

. For my part, I'm not that spontaneous, I'm pretty easy to persuade. I send the kids an app that I'll stay with Karel because of the booze, so they won't be worried when my tent is empty tomorrow morning. Karel grabs an extra toothbrush for me, and a little later I'm lying in his bed in my boxer shorts under sheets. Normally I sleep naked, but that really doesn't seem appropriate to me. Karel joins in and the light goes out. As I've had before with alcohol, I can't fall asleep. The combination with a stranger nearby and telling me about my failed marriage race through my head and I turn around a few times.

Can't sleep either?

I hear in the dark.

Me neither.

. We turn to each other, I think, and our conversation continues. About our wives and how different they were, about what it's like to be a single father, and again about the women in our lives.

Wait, I'll tell you all kinds of things, but would you like to see what Diana looked like?

asks Karel. I think it would be nice to have an image of the beautiful stories he tells, so I want that. He takes his phone from the bedside table, puts it between us and goes to the folder with photos. I see a beautiful brunette. Sparkling eyes, full lips that are always in a smile, full breasts (I'm guessing a C cup versus my ex's A) and long legs.

While swiping on the screen of the phone, I see that Karel's finger hangs briefly above a folder Private. Not long, but long enough to stand out. I'm still a little drunk, and if I'm honest also a little excited about the images of this beautiful woman, and ask if there are more photos there.

Well, I have other photos, but they are pretty private. If I show it to you, you have to promise not to tell anyone about it

. I nod and say yes, and Karel opens the folder. These are indeed different photos. Still the same pretty Diana, but now in see-through lingerie, in a long satin nightgown, in nylon stockings with suspenders. Sultry and sexy she looks into the camera, with red lips and heavily made-up eyes. Feeling myself getting really turned on now, I lay on my side to give my growing cock a little more room in my boxers. In the light of the phone I can see that Karel has a blush on his cheeks, he apparently also finds sharing these photos exciting. The photos now become more explicit. One where she's sitting in a chair, a skirt pushed up around her waist, fingering herself. Then Diana lying on her back, looking into the camera. Her breasts in sheer bra, and at the bottom of the picture you can see a very large cock sliding between her spread legs.

Are you, uh, that?

I ask.

Yes that's me

answer Karel.

Although I also have pictures of her with other men. Pffffhhh, I'm about to jump.

Nothing to be ashamed of

he says, as if he can read my mind.

I've seen those pictures so many times, and every time it gets me excited. After all, it is also a very natural reaction in such a hot woman. Do you mind if I, uh, help myself a bit?

. I don't really know how to respond to that and stammer a no, of course not.

Of course I don't see what is happening under the sheet, but I feel that Karel is taking off his underpants. Based on what I saw this afternoon in a flaccid state, that must be a huge cock by now. Karel doesn't seem to see me anymore, because his eyes are closed and I notice how his hand goes back and forth under the sheet with slow, long strokes. Fuck. My boxer shorts are now full of pre-cum at the front, and if I'm not careful I'll come in my shorts on my own. Then, of course, I'm too shy to take them off and end up in sticky pants all night, just like when I drove to hide after a handjob from my ex. That last one does it to him, I really don't feel like it. So I also slide down my boxers and grab my cock. It's now hard as I pull slowly. I'm afraid that I'm going to cum very quickly, but that's not in it. The fact that there is a strange man lying right next to me, naked, jerking himself off in bed causes quite a bit of distraction and tension. And not just the fun excitement. Then the bed moves and I feel Karel move closer. I pretend not to notice (Help!), but then I feel his leg against mine. It's like my skin is burning, that's how it is. Now I haven't felt another body awake against me for months, what do I say, longer, so somehow it makes sense that this feels that way. I can only imagine that we both think of that beautiful brunette in horny lingerie with a hard cock in her pussy that we just saw in the picture. But Karel knows how to scare me even harder. I feel the fingers of his hand entwine around my hand, the one I'm jerking off with. His hand goes up and down for a moment in the stiff rhythm of my masturbation, then I feel a warm breath in my ear.

Shall I help you

is whispered in my ear. I don't know what to do. Well, I know, get up and run, but my God, I'm so horny and it's been so long. And we both think of the same woman. So without saying anything I let go of my cock, and I feel his hand wrap around my shaft. Red-hot fingers, soft, strong, slowly go down and up again. Ooooh fuck, this is nice. Maybe logical I think, a woman probably knows best how another woman likes to be fingered. For months no one cared about my cock but me, and now I'm suddenly being jerked off. Naked, by a man. I'll probably be embarrassed tomorrow morning, but then I can always throw it on the booze, I'm sure I didn't remember what I was doing. Then his hand goes away and I think it's over, and I'm so bummed, my cock throbbing with excitement under the sheet. But then Karel brings his hand back, only this time wet and slippery. He probably licked his palm well wet as a lubricant, something my ex sometimes did. And it feels so good, I can't hold back a moan. I, shall I? I don't dare I don't dare I don't dare, but I want it so badly now. Before I can change my mind I turn a little on my side, and reach out to where I think his cock is. My god, what a pole! Has glowing, as if on fire. It feels twice as thick as mine, hard, throbbing. I put my hand around it and do what I normally do to myself.

I hear Karel moan, and it's bizarre how horny that is. Here's someone who's moaning, who's horny, because of something I'm doing. And not just anyone, but another man, a naked guy with a huge cock. I release another bit of restraint and do what he did. I collect saliva in my mouth and wet my palm and fingers with it. I take his cock back in my hand, and in my head I can see how my saliva and his pre-cum mix together. I twist my fingers around his wet head, a lot bigger than mine, and then hear next

ooohja Nikkie, you are doing so well, please continue

. My cock almost explodes. No one calls me Nikkie, everyone sticks to Nick, and there's something very intimate about using my name like that. And here lies a man who had a very beautiful wife, a woman who let herself be photographed horny during the ex, who enjoys my handjob. Then I must be doing something right. I feel proud, also a little confused, but I don't have time to think about it. I feel everything in my body that I'm about to come. The muscles in my legs contract, my cock throbs like never before and I subconsciously make small fucking movements with my hips, to feel Karel's hand even better. I think he has the same, because it almost feels like his huge cock is getting even bigger. I feel it throb in my hand, hot and hard.Oooooooh Nikkie, yes, so, I'm coming Nikkie, mmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh

. I feel his cock squirt into my hand, and it's so different from feeling myself jerking. It pulses and grows and squeezes with every ray. I feel hot, sticky semen go through my fingers. I can't see it, but I imagine thick white rays, thick male semen now jerked up through my hand. That thought (and Karel's words, fuck) are enough to get me there too. And for a moment I see nothing, only stars in my head and behind my eyes. Months of frustration and pent up sexual energy come out with a release that almost makes me cry, it is that fierce and wonderful and wonderful. Like an expert Karel milks me completely empty, until I think the last drop. Then he releases my cock, and I feel more than I see him use his hand to wipe his own load of cum from his belly. Then I see him bring his hand to his mouth and lick it up. He looks at me closely.

I don't have a cloth nearby, and I'd rather not get the clean sheets dirty. 'Do you want to clean it up too?

. Um, ok, as if there weren't enough new things happening today. But I don't want to disappoint Karel and wipe the sticky horn off my own stomach with my hand. It smells a bit strange, and it might taste even weirder, but also very exciting. This is very very special. It's not as dirty as I expected, and for a moment I wonder how his cum would taste. But before I can think about it any further, I hear a soft snore next to me. Some things are the same for everyone. Confused but very satisfied I surrender to sleep. I can't even think about tomorrow. To be continued...

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