My Wife Turned Me into a Whore

This Regulation shall enter into force on the day following that of its publication in the Official Journal of the European Union. I am a crossdresser who likes to relate to other girls. Whether for friendship or for other more intimate purposes. Since I have the gift of literature and I like to write, whenever I come across an interesting life story, I try to turn it into an erotic tale. So this is another one of my stories that does not concern me but someone I met along my wanderings. It all started on the eve of the carnival. I have a group of friends who meet once a week to play soccer on a socity field. One of them invited me to spend the carnival on the beach of Laranjal in Pelotas RS. The street carnival of Pelotas is one of the most traditional that exist here in our state. I talked to my wife and she also loved the idea. In the end, although many participants of the team have shown interest, only 3 couples confirm their departure: I (Mattheus), my wife Rachel; Vico and Larissa; Luciano and Andressa. The day arrives and the 3 couples leave in a caravan, each in his car to Pelotas. On Saturday the schedule was to spend the day at the beach and the night to participate in the carnival blocks. It was a wonderful day, I don't remember having so much fun. We played volleyball doubles between the couples and the couple who lost was obliged to pay a beer to the winning couple. The same couple left the court to take their prize while another couple entered the court. We... we all drank a lot that day, we all got drunk off the beach. The owner of the kiosk who enriched our expenses was even happy. When we returned home in the afternoon, half drunk, we noticed that the girls were plotting something, they looked at us and laughed. I was happy to see that Rachel was getting along well with her new friends. When we got home, the bomb went off. Boys... try to go to the bathroom that we women will dress you for the Street Carnival here in Pelotas it's tradition for men to go out dressed as women and women as men. Luciano looked at me and said, "It's a trap, Bino". Don't even tell me. I see that he was a pelotense and used to play came out in defense of the girls. That's it in jail, they're right. Here at the carnival that's tradition. And the two girls try to dress up properly he said with a smile. All this boiling... then they don't know why the city of Pelotas is famous either, murmurs Luciano. Then each of us went to his room with his wife to make the preparations. Luciano was ridiculous. He's a German, almost two meters tall, belly, bald and with a thick beard that goes down to the chest region. He looks like those characters from viking movies. His wife put a dress on him that got stuck in his stomach. Vico was already the gym rat type, all badass, muscular, full of tattoos, and he was also wearing a dress that, although it fit him well in size, did not convey femininity because of its muscular body. As for me, well... I was a problem... I have white skin and little hair, I'm not muscular, I have thick thighs and a protruding butt. And to make matters worse, my wife, I believe, didn't understand the spirit of the joke, because she made me up just like her. Capricious in make-up and putting me in a very sexy dress. Entitled to 7/8 socks held by a leash. She put on a bojo bra to look like I had breasts. It didn't look like I was going to a carnival joke but a role hunt. I was identical to a beautiful transvestite. The boys looked at me and couldn't believe it. Congratulations Raquel, if I wasn't married I'd take your husband said Luciano. "Wow, what a beautiful princess", said Vico, laughing. I said, "You're overreacting. " I said, "You're overreacting". From the ball to them not Matheus, that's envy answers Rachel smiling. So we're off to the carnival... now here's an observation from me: For people who practice crossdressing or transsexuals, what I'm going to talk about is nothing new, because we've all been there. But for those of you who have never experienced gender transmutation, that is, dressing as a woman, which was my case at the time, I have to tell you something: How different the world is when you look at it through another prism. When you're a man, you spend all your time in a state of hunting. You take care of all the women and when one seems to be receptive to your eyes ready. This is the signal for you to shoot the prey. When you reverse the situation, you stop being the hunter and become the hunted. You become the center of attention. Men stare at you with lustful eyes and you readily perceive their intentions. That's a very good feeling. After all, you're a man or a woman who doesn't like to be admired? To be coveted? To be desired? I was experiencing that for the first time in my life that night and I was loving it. Perhaps because I was accompanied by my wife, and it was her initiative to dress like that, I felt free and at ease with the situation. I'm sure that if it hadn't been for that, I would have had the courage to dress like that. We danced to the rhythm of the electric train, we played, we rolled around a lot in the middle of the track. The problem is that the way I was dressed, I was sending another message to the male audience that it wasn't just fun, fun. As I said before, I was looking like a transvestite hunting for a roll. And that obviously brought me some problems. Because we were all tight, squeezed in a carnival block, at every moment someone passed his hand on my butt, pinched my buttocks. And this happened so many times that one hour came I didn't care anymore. There were so many people there, someone grabbing my butt. And I realized that the person who was doing it was hard. Oh, of course, I looked back with an ugly face, but when I saw myself I was surprised to see who was doing it. My longtime friend Luciano turned on a red light for me. Oops... I turned to the side to stop him doing that and he understood the message. After a while, I told Raquel that I needed to go to the bathroom and then left the track. The chemical bathroom was in a square full of trees and poorly lit. I realized that there was the corner of Love. There were dozens of couples holding each other in that darkness. I was still crossing the corner of Love when I felt someone pulling me by the waist. It was Luciano. I'll stop and listen to what he has to say. Bah man I'm sorry, but you're driving me crazy dressed like this. I could never imagine that you'd look so beautiful as a woman, you give ten to zero on my wife. I'm all over you man. We've been friends for years. I like you as a person, I've known you for years, maybe that's why I'm even more attracted to you. I'm not gay, man. Neither do I, and here we are all dressed as women, so at least let me kiss you, that's all I ask. I should have said no, but my silence gave the green light for him to tie me with one arm at the waist pulling my body against his and with the other hand holding my neck to bring my face closer to his. I got a chill in my spine, I'd never kissed another man in my life and I couldn't imagine how that could happen. And there I was exchanging a movie-worthy tongue-kissing sound with that grumpy glutton. Luciano kissed me like there was no tomorrow and squeezed my buttocks with great desire. It started to give me a crazy boner. Luciano then pulls me by the arm and takes me under a dark tree, where he puts his stick out and asks me to suck it. At this point I think I hit the fuck button. I was already dressed as a woman, I had kissed my friend on the mouth and I was having a tremendous boner. I fell on my mouth without blinking on that huge dick. It was much bigger than mine. I'd never done a blowjob on another man. But for someone who's spent his whole life getting a female blowjob, he knows empirically how to do it. And I did it willingly. It didn't take long for him to make fun of my mouth, pouring a little bit into my tongue. I thought I'd spit it out, but I was curious to know what it tasted like. So I ended up swallowing it all. All right, Luciano, you've killed your will. Now pull yourself together we have to go back. We're taking too long. My wife might get suspicious. And see if you buy me a beer on the way back so I can get this taste of fucking out of my mouth. What a bitter thing this creed is. When we came back, Raquel was dancing with the other girls and didn't even give a ball for our delay. I was relieved by that. But there was one person who understood everything. This person was Vico. He went after Luciano when he went after me. But he stopped to buy a beer before going to the bathroom. And when he resumed the route, he arrived just at the time when Luciano and I were kissing. This made him stop and go back, hiding in the trees to see what was rolling. From a distance, he witnessed everything. From the kiss to the kiss I gave him. But Vico stayed in his, just observing our behavior for the rest of the party. The story goes on...