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 Dear Mr.  Reynolds,

   Please forgive if my writing sounds a little off, but I'm a bit off
tonight, a little loopy, in fact.  I've been drinking.  It's the only way I
could get myself to write you this letter.  Sara insisted that I apologize
to you and that I post this letter on various internet sites so that
everyone can see what a pathetic little sissy I am.

   I understand now that I have no right sexually whatsoever to my
beautiful wife.  Dare I even call her my wife, anymore?  I do only if you
allow it, sir.  I realize that she will continue to see you whether I want
her to or not.  And that she will see you; she's told me as much, and that
she will go to bed with you as often as you desire.  I am sorry that it
took so long for me to come to terms with how things are.  I hope you can
forgive me and that you will accept my apology.

   Sara says she still loves me, but that it's a different kind of love,
more an affection, and nothing like the powerful sexual passion that she
feels for you and cannot live without.  That was so hard for me to accept.
Again, please please try to understand and forgive me for my stupidity.  I
didn't want what she said to be true, I didn't want her to feel for you the
way she does, and I was so hurt and scared that I would lose her forever
that I'm afraid I reacted badly.  I thank you humbly on my knees for not
giving me the beating ((or worse)) that I deserved.  Sara told me how close
you were to punishing me for my insolent behavior and that it was only her
consideration on my behalf that saved me.  I am thankful to you both and
when I see you next I'll fall to my knees in person as I do,
metaphorically, in this letter.

   Sara told me, too, how you allowed her to marry me last year ((thank
you!!)) because you were not the marrying type and because you knew that I
would be a safe and harmless companion to her.  You knew that I would be
useful to help her pay the bills, watch her kids, and keep the house.  And
it's a very great privilege to be able to do these things even if I cannot
be a husband to her in the complete sense of the term.  I understand that
if I didn't do these things I wouldn't be of any use to Sara at all and I
would never have the opportunity to spend my life with such a beautiful and
remarkable woman.  Thank you, sir!  ((I think I'll call you `sir' until you
tell me how I should address you.  It just doesn't seem right for me to
call you by something so familiar as your name, even Mr.  Reynolds!  The
wine is probably getting to me now, but its true, every word that I'm
writing, I swear.))

   It seems all so unreal that I will never be allowed to have intercourse
with my wife again.  And maybe I really don't believe it writing these
words tonight.  But Sara assures me that it's true.  She told me that you
have forbidden it and that I will have to abide by your rules or out I will
have to go.  She told me that you will see to it that I obey and that I
shouldn't give her a hard time or complain because if I do it will go very
hard for me.  That divorce is not the worse that can happen to me and that
I would be well-advised not to anger you or try your patience.  This I do
believe, and I promise that I will learn and keep my place in the new
scheme of things.  Sara said that I will be permitted to masturbate myself
in her presence on a schedule set between the two of you based on my
behavior.  That some non-sexual contact may be permitted, such as massages,
manicure-pedicure, and hair styling duties...provided that I am properly
caged and belted in a chastity device that I will soon be fitted for.  I
humbly accept this most generous privilege, sir, and hope to prove myself
worthy of it.

   I guess what I am trying to say is that I won't stand in the way any
longer, or make a nuisance of myself.  I have accepted the inevitable.  You
and Sara will become lovers...gosh, what am I saying?  You are already
lovers.  You will continue to be lovers, only now it will be completely out
in the open, and I, too, will be completely "out in the open" as a devoted
sissy cuckold.  Starting with this open letter to you, posted online and
forwarded to family, friends, and co-workers so that everyone will know and
understand the new arrangement in our household.  You will take your
rightful place as the man of the house, even if you don't live here
full-time.  Even when you aren't here in person, you will be the man of the
house.  There is no other man in this house.  I understand that now.

   Sara is watching over my shoulder as I write you this email, making sure
I say everything that needs to be said.  She fills up my wine glass, bids
me drink, and continue to write.  But I'm not so drunk that I don't know
what I'm writing or that I will take any of it back in the morning.  How
can I?  No "real" man would ever write these words in the first place, no
matter how inebriated he was.  No real man would write to his wife's lover
as I am, wearing a little pink chemise and a pair of pink high-heeled
mules. I know that all too well.  It's only the truth that's coming out;
now that the wine has loosened my tongue ((and my fingers)).  I will never
again fuck my wife, but I now look forward to watching you fuck her, Sir. I
look forward to seeing you use her beautiful body for your pleasure, to
seeing her fucked by a real man, the way I could never fuck her.  I really
do mean this, Sir.  I know now that watching you fuck her is the closest I
will ever again come to fucking her myself.

   God, I don't know how I will ever be able to look you in the eye again
after writing this!!!  Well, Sara is laughing.  She says I probably
shouldn't be looking you in the eye anymore, anyway.  I'm not worthy to
look up any higher than your beautiful cock.  She tells me to write that,
Sir, and I do.  She is telling me to write the following little love note
to you, like a good sissy secretary:

   Hi Tim I hope you like what I'm making kimmie do by writing this letter.
That's his new name, by the way--kimmie.  Cute isn't it?  The little pansy
picked it out all by himself.)) I thought it was time for him to learn
"her" place.  Thank you again for being so patient and for not hurting him.
I have no use for him as a man, of course, but I am still fond of him in a
sisterly/girlfriend kind of way.  And he will be so helpful in keeping
house.  You'll see.

   I'm really looking forward to our new arrangement and can't wait to see
you when you get back from Atlanta.  That phone sex session we had was hot
hot hot!!!  But it can't compete to the real thing.  I can't wait to give
you that long slobbery blowjob I only pretended to give you over the phone
((yum yum)).  In fact, I think I'll call you later tonight to make sure you
got this email and then we can think up some more sexy things to do when
you get back!  By then, kimmie will be long put to bed in her own
room...lol...yes, she's been dismissed to the small storage room down the
hall from the boys.  So I'll have plenty of privacy.  ((You should see the
long look on kimmie's face as she types these words.  She's practically in
tears.)) Well, it's long passed time she accepted the truth of things.  It
hurts now, but she'll get used to it.

   But enough about "her!"

   I love you darling.  Get home quick and safe.

   Love and kisses, Sara

   It's me again, Sir, kimmie.  Well, I guess that just about says it all;
for now, anyway.  Maybe this is the most embarrassing part, though.  But I
have no choice.  ((I will never have any choice again)).  Sara insists that
I send you the attached photo of myself.  She told me that when she
informed you about those sites I was visiting you were quite pleased and
that you wanted me to start on a process of total feminization right away.
She wants me to let you know that I have already started this process. 
Sara had me completely depilate my body today and now I am completely
smooth.  She had me put on this little sissy outfit and paint my toenails
and snap this picture of myself to send you.  She told me that this is how
I will greet you the next time you come to the door.  I feel like I will
very likely die from embarrassment, but Sara tells me that this is what I
must do and what you expect.  I hope you find me acceptable sir.

   I am blushing all over to say this, sir, but I even dare to hope that
you might find me cute.

   Your humble sissy,

   kimmie

  
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