Jordan had a t-shirt on. I could tell instantly that it was too small. When she noticed me in the doorway watching her, she turned and posed with her ...chest thrust out. The t-shirt said, “I may not be perfect, but parts of me are awesome!” It was stretched obscenely over her breasts, magnifying the obvious.I stood there, staring at her chest and fighting not to laugh. It wasn’t really that hard. Jordan was stunning, from her long wavy chestnut locks all the way down to her dainty toes. I wasn’t. She was reluctant in sex during my initial marriage days and later she made me extremely happy by giving very good company. We became very close that we do not have any secrets in between us. Recently after getting full confidence in me that I will love her as much as I love her now even after revealing her secret past she told her secret past. And I assured that I will be the same as like I was. This is the story she told me and I am narrating it to all of u after getting her consent to post. That would be unthinkable. I would have tocooperate until this got sorted out, and then everything would be normalagain. I let my pants fall and looked back and forth from one of thewomen to the other. They weren't upset. This was what they wanted.Feeling disoriented, I began to lower my shorts. When they slid down tomy ankles to join the pants, both females smiled at me.Trish produced a tube of cream and a pair of rubber gloves from the case,offering them to my bride and asking her,. I would lie in bed, naked at her orders, and have to wait for the next update on my phone. It was incredibly exciting to have her take a selfie of her face in profile, with some stud's big cock half buried in her mouth.Then she moved on to feminizing me. I hadn't been into that but, as she sweetly explained, if I didn't go along she wouldn't cuck me anymore. Or she would but I would be cut out of the process. So I reluctantly got rid of all my body hair and began to wear panties every day under.