{Vickie Tern}NEW TG: Makeover (1/2) femdom, wife, M/m

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Makeover

by Vickie Tern

It really was the most amazing birthday my wife could ever have

given me! Even now my eyes fill with tears just thinking about it.

It seemed overwhelming two nights ago, when she first proposed

it. But since then?

She'd sat me down and told me the whole thing was arranged, never mind

thanking her, there was nothing for me to do but enjoy myself. I

would be spending the whole of my birthday downtown, doing wonderful

things all Saturday long dressed as Jenny. Being Jenny. And all

of the evening too! Then she'd added as if an afterthought that

we'd see about afterward.

First a five hour appointment at the Transformation Salon, all morning

and into the afternoon, where they'd make me over to look as pretty as

I could be, "I mean really, not the way you usually look when you dress

up," she'd said. Then I'd go shopping for some really nice clothes to

replace all the second hand leftovers I usually wore, with a

professional shopper from the Salon along to advise me. Then the

whole of Saturday night I would revel in a formal gown at the

Annual Beaux Arts Ball, again escorted courtesy of the Salon,

looking gorgeous and dancing into the small hours and not expected

home until the next day. Jessica encouraged me to stay up as

late as I wished, sleep in Sunday morning in a hotel she'd already

booked, and only then think about coming back home.

Astonishing! We hadn't been getting on at all well, not for the

past year or so, anyhow. And until two nights ago Jessica'd wanted

no part of any of this! Yet yesterday morning she'd awakened just

before I left to keep my appointment at the Salon, and wished me a

happy, happy birthday, and kissed me goodbye. This despite the

fact that I was already wearing just a touch of mascara and

lipstick. Usually she despised seeing me in any kind of make-up,

and she made no secret of it. Yet, this time she said that she

couldn't wait to see me done up properly by professionals. And

she specifically asked me to drive home still

dressed. "Wear something especially pretty for me," was what she'd

said. "You'll love deciding what. Women do you know!" Then as I

left the house, "Have fun, honey. Come back

looking gorgeous. I'm curious what kind of a woman I live with!"

So that's what I'd done. Driving home, I wore my

brand-new pastel flower-print silk mini, with the cute,

crystal-pleated skirt that came only halfway down my thighs,

barely covering my stocking tops but still generous and clingy

enough to preserve decency. I wanted Jessica to see me looking a

little sexy, and my legs are one of my best features.

And wearing my new blonde hairdo, that had altogether changed my

appearance! The girls in the shop had handed me a man's wig in my

usual hair style almost as an afterthought, after spending hours

coloring and cutting and primping and fussing my long hair into

these sweeping high curls. They assured me the wig would cover

their work if it had to. "But don't pretend to be that dark-haired

man who came in here, except maybe when you must," they'd said.

"Your hair's been permed and styled now, and it's such an

attractive shade, and it's really very flattering. And easy?

Whenever you shake your head, you'll find that it shapes itself

beautifully, every hair curling back into its proper place! You

won't really want to hide it!"

And wearing the new, subtle facial make-up they'd taught me to

apply quickly but appropriately for whatever the occasion or time

of day, and with my new long red nails glistening.

All of this the incredible birthday surprise arranged by my darling

Jessica! A complete turnabout for her! Only two days earlier, she'd

hated my crossdressing! Or she'd said she did.

I suppose I should have told her about it before we were married.

I should have told her that my big sister and her friends had

dressed me up like a girl when I was only 8 years old, just for

fun. That despite the tears and humiliation I'd loved it and had

cried when they decided they shouldn't have done it and wouldn't

ever again, and that they'd often done it for me afterward, with my

heartfelt cooperation. That I loved feeling I was one of them, one

of the girls. That hardly a day had passed since then without my

doing something to express the feminine feelings they'd awakened,

by my wearing secretly some near-natural shade of lipstick, or some

delicate lace panties, something to please the girl in me.

Women's clothes always felt deliciously sexy, though my wearing them

had nothing to do with attracting men. In fact, when I dressed to

look really pretty, it made me feel all the more desirous of

other women, those marvelous creatures who look that way as their

birthright. I'd wanted to tell Jessica that this was one of the

advantages my crossdressing would bring to our marriage, that when

I was dressed and made up I'd be an especially ardent husband, and

of course always her loving sister and best girlfriend.

But when we first decided to get married, Jessica thought that

neither of us should discuss any of our previous sexual

experiences, that we should both begin fresh. "There

are things about both of us, I'm sure, that neither of us wants to

know." That sounded sensible enough. But some months later when

she came home early and found me wearing a plain blouse and a denim

skirt, long hair pulled back in a bow, perfectly presentable I

thought, she was shocked and disgusted. She decided she'd married

an effeminate man, and felt betrayed. I told her my past history,

about the joy I felt when I when I was pretending to be a girl,

about my desire to be more than a husband to her. But that didn't

help at all.

After much grief we did reach an understanding. I could prance and

flounce as if I were a woman at TV conventions elsewhere and out of

town if I had to, but I should never show myself to her as anything

other than her husband. "My so-called husband," she'd added, and

there was always a faint mockery in her attitude toward me from

then on. When I'd tried to discuss it, or to soften her edict,

she'd only gotten firmer, even contemptuous. "I don't want to

know!" she'd said adamantly. "And I don't want you ever to remind

me!"

Over the next few years our sex life diminished to very little.

Her "so-called husband" could mount her when he felt he had to, but

she gave him very little encouragement or satisfaction, and fell

asleep almost immediately afterward. She did ask me to lick her

cunt to orgasm, quite frequently, and that's what I did whenever I

found her lying back on a pile of pillows looking at me, waiting

for me to dive onto her clit and her slit from down below. Jessica

knew I would. That was what women did with each other, she pointed

out. "That's it," she'd say. "Yes, there, that's it, Jenny, is that

what you call yourself? That's what would-be girls like you can do for

real women like me. Never mind trying to be a man!" Humiliating me

must have turned her on, because she'd get juicy almost as soon as my

tongue reached into that part of her. I'd swallow slick juices even

while my licking elicited more. "Oh, yes, drink it out of me!" she'd

hiss, and I would. Then as she rose to orgasm, her heaves and spasms

would engulf me, and she'd crush my head between her thighs while

even more secretions poured into my mouth.

"Yes, that's what you're good for," she'd say afterward. I had the

feeling that if it weren't for my oral servicing she wouldn't want

me physically at all. Maybe there was some unacknowledged lesbian

tendency repressed in her? She welcomed my mouth to her crotch

often, but remained quite uninterested in my cock.

Anyhow, that's how it all was until only two days ago.

And now I was driving back fully dressed, looking rather lovely, I

thought, wearing the cute dress I'd bought yesterday just for her.

My birthday was over, but I'd had such a good time I couldn't bring

myself to end it. And I loved it that she didn't expect it to end

yet either. That she wanted to share my pleasure. And I wanted to

show her everything her thoughtfulness had purchased.

Nearly everything. I couldn't tell all. That escort she'd hired

to take me to the ball, for example, Eric! Someone had to

accompany me, she knew, no woman ever goes to a formal dance on her

own. But I'd resented Eric when he first showed up at my hotel

room exactly on time, because it was obvious at first glance that

he was a magnificent hunk and he knew it. I'd thought Jessica was

mocking my own manhood when she'd selected him to take me to the

Ball from the Salon's list of eligibles. I'd thought she was using

him to remind me of my own inadequacies as a male in her eyes,

especially at that moment, dolled up as I was when I let him in, my

hair perfected, my eyes and lips alluringly painted, my earrings

dangling down toward bare, powdered shoulders, and my figure set

out in the most beautiful long ball gown, creamy taffeta with tiers

and tiers of ruffles. When he smiled the most charming of smiles

at me and introduced himself, and even kissed my hand, holding it

just a moment longer than necessary, I felt downright hostile.

But it wasn't an act! Throughout the evening Eric couldn't have

been more caring and attentive. He watched me as I whirled in the

arms of other men to whom he introduced me, nice men every one of

them, none of them the dilletantes or oddities you'd expect to meet

at a Beaux Arts Ball. It felt peculiar at first, being held and

embraced by men, but I tried deliberately to make myself feel

fragile and helpless and ladylike, and that helped. I quickly got

used to it. I even began to enjoy the power women seem to have

over men, the way my partners tried to flatter or amuse or dance

attendance around me.

Eric also introduced me to some women he knew too, and they swept

me giggling into their circle to ask me how well I knew Eric, and

for how long, and was he as cute in bed as..., and wasn't he, well,

you know.... I didn't know, but I replied with a vagueness they

found all the more provocative. His affectionate respect for me

seemed to grow more intimate as the evening faded into the small

morning hours, and I really began to feel cherished as a woman,

not at all what I was, one of the Salon's male clients!

By dawn, when he brought me to my door, I was half in love. He

felt so comfortably familiar, and I felt so wonderfully feminine,

that I spontaneously kissed him good night! On the lips! He pulled

my body into his with his powerful arms, and I could feel his male

sex hardening in his pants, and the thought crossed my mind that he

must be bisexual, and I wondered what it would be like....

But no, I wasn't bisexual, and I was married, and that was that!

I broke off, and kissed him again and smiled gratefully at him, and

twisted my body into the hotel room in a single deft hip movement,

and closed the door. Girls had done that to me when I'd dated

them, and now I'd done it! Even that felt so deliciously feminine!

Still, his steadfast conviction that I was the most beautiful woman

at the ball had made me feel that I was just that. It felt

wonderful. I really was grateful.

I could tell Jessica that much by way of thanking her. That I now

understood how women especially appreciate feeling cherished. I

hoped that whatever the reasons for her sudden change of heart, if

she could see me looking really nice, tastefully dressed,

well-groomed, delicately feminine even in the way I moved,

sensitive in my feelings, she'd be more willing to accept me that

way more often. Maybe finally she'd be willing to go out with me

as if I really were one of her girlfriends. She'd started

attending different events with one or another of the women she

knew when she'd lost her respect for me, when she no longer liked

being seen in public with me.

Or maybe she could think of me as a sister. Maybe even as a

real lesbian lover. I imagined us undressing and caressing each

other slowly, tenderly, our eyes locked adoringly, embracing,

small smiles flickering on our faces. Me kissing and licking and

sucking on her breasts and her pussy with gentle delicacy, while

she did the same with me, whatever parts she could reach. I did

so desperately want to live at home sometimes as Jenny! That

thought held me so entranced that I turned into our driveway before

I came back to where I was.

Which may be why I didn't notice until I was parked alongside it

that there was already another car in the driveway. A BMW. Who'd

be visiting us this Sunday afternoon? Did any of her girlfriends

drive a BMW? No, the women we knew all drove sensible little cars,

or if they were mothers they drove vans. Had I asked our lawyer,

or our insurance man, or someone else, to look in on us on Sunday,

and then just plain forgotten?

A problem. What to do?

I sat there feeling helpless, suddenly a little frightened. I was

a man ridiculously made up to look like a woman and dressed a

little like a tart, a so-called man who didn't dare leave his car

to enter his own home. If the BMW belonged to anyone who knew me,

would he recognize me? Was it likely? How long would it then take

for the news to get around town that I had spent Sunday driving

around looking like a flaming pansy with my hair done up blonde.

Could I live with that reputation? I realized there was no way I

could wash off the cosmetics I'd so carefully rubbed and brushed

and stroked onto my face a few hours earlier. Nor change to male

clothes and the dark-haired male wig, and walk to the front door

disguised as myself. I realized that I didn't even have a pair of

pants with me -- I'd left the house yesterday dressed like a woman

headed for her Beauty Parlor appointment, no compromise, and I'd

never looked back! Was our back door open or locked? Could I

sneak in that way? I didn't even know -- I almost never used it.

A glimpse of my face in the car's rear view mirror reminded me that

what I looked like was an unknown woman come to visit, well-turned

out and quite at home with herself, a virtual stranger to the house

and the neighborhood. My courage began to return. No one would

ever recognize me as this blonde in pretty curls and a cute

dress. If they did, I could pretend to be my own sister.

That's what I'd do. Most of this game, I'd told myself repeatedly

in the early days, is self-confidence. Persuade yourself that

you are what you seem to be, act that way, and others will always

take you at your word. Often enough.

I opened the car door, swung my legs onto the pavement, stood up,

straightened my skirt -- it really was rather short, I thought, but

now there was nothing for it -- and began to click my way toward

the front door in my new heels. At the last minute I remembered to

tuck my purse under my arm. I was my sister, or maybe a friend,

come to call on my wife. Unpacking and showing Jessica all of the

pretty purchases she'd gotten me for my birthday would have to wait

until the mystery of the BMW was solved. Maybe there was no one

visiting, only someone using our driveway to visit one of our

neighbors? Before I realized I shouldn't, I mindlessly unlocked

the front door with my own key and let myself in. What if anyone

inside had noticed?

No one did. There was no one there! Not in the downstairs

hallway, anyhow. Nor in the living room, though someone had been

there -- the couch cushions, normally plumped up, were punched way

down, and there were a few used wine glasses on the end table and

on the mantle. Had Jessica held a birthday party for me here last

night, and not invited me? I looked in the kitchen. An ice bucket

with water in it sat on the counter, and two empty pizza boxes

were tucked next to the trash. A six-pack of beer in the fridge,

and a few more of empties on the back porch. Jessica'd had some

people in all right, for an informal party. OK, that was fair,

while I was dancing the night away at the Ball. Could it have been

such a late party that she was still asleep? I went upstairs and

quietly cracked open our bedroom door.

There she was, a gentle smile eased across her sleeping face, lying

on her stomach atop the bed covers, completely naked, the cleft of

her ass lifted high up by some pillows tucked underneath her hips,

her left arm sprawled and dangling down over the edge of the bed,

her right arm lying lightly across a long bulge next to her. I

looked more closely in the dim light. The bulge became a sleeping

man. Also naked. No question, that's what it was. He was. A man

lay there on his back, a strange man, his hair mussed over a

handsome forehead, snoring gently.

I looked down and saw that his legs were spread across the bed and

over hers as if he owned both. There was dark, curly hair across

his arms and chest and belly, concentrated on his crotch. There

they were matted and drenched with milky clots and glossy smears

and stains. Love-juices, lots of them, some still shiny in streaks

on his belly and spread like salad dressing along his thighs. Lots

of it! And there was a huge cock, fully exposed. It lay

diagonally across that wet haystack of pubic hair and spent cum,

relaxed and at ease with itself for the moment.

I stared down at it and began to feel very peculiar, tense,

strange! That thing had been inside my wife, my own Jessica. To

judge by the mess of thick cum surrounding it they had had sex

repeatedly, quite a few times! It was a gigantic sausage, that

cock, massive in length and bulk, and even though for the moment it

was soft, it remained plentifully plump. I looked over and saw

that Jessica's rear end was streaked with the same sticky, shiny

stuff, that there was a pool of it between her cheeks and running

down her thighs! She'd been fucking him! How long had they been

at it? How many times? I couldn't take my eyes off that enormous

prick of his, my enemy, my betrayer! I felt shocked! The bottom

dropped out of my stomach, and my bowels clutched! My knees

momentarily buckled inside their nylons.

My nylons! I was still Jenny! A woman! Trapped! I had no

choice! I was shocked but I didn't dare play out the role my

instincts demanded! I didn't dare enact the outraged husband of an

adulterer, a victim of infidelity who has just caught his wife and

her lover in flagrante. Not dressed and looking the way I was!

Like a woman! It was too shameful! Too ridiculous! Jokes at

my expense would spread out from this bedroom and across the city

in no time at all! And if I attempted any kind of high dudgeon,

Jessica would take one look at me and collapse into hysterical laughter.

I knew it! No, I didn't dare indulge myself. There could be no

fury, no jealous wrath, no indignation, and no sorrow nor tears

either. No presumption of injured innocence. Instead, I needed to

hide myself behind the way I looked and hope I wouldn't be seen! And

hope to deal with it, even the score in some way.

What would a woman like me do walking into a scene like this?

She'd be a worldly-wise, sophisticated friend, because what was I

doing there at all if that isn't what I was? All I could think of,

instinctively, was that she'd feel girlishly intrigued and amused!

She'd giggle and make a joke! My eyes were now wide open, and my

mouth too! I covered my red lips with my red-tipped fingers and

just stared at them! No joke occurred to me. Was it too late to

back out?

The man opened his eyes and then lay there, looking at me calmly,

mildly, with not the slightest change of expression. We looked at

each other. Then Jessica opened her eyes and saw me, and her eyes

widened slightly. A moment's pause, then a slow smile spread

across her face. She lay there without moving, appraising my

appearance. Her smile became a welcoming grin!

"Why hello, Jennifer, honey," she said. "Don't you look nice?

That new hairdo is everything I'd hoped it would be. So feminine

and becoming! You'll love taking care of it."

A perverse streak in me suddenly felt pleased to hear this, that

her reaction was exactly what I'd hoped all the while I'd been

driving home. I actually reached up and touched the curls on the

back of my neck a few times with the palm of my hand! I couldn't

help it! Why wasn't I furious?

"Thank you, Jessica," I replied in the smallest voice I've ever

heard come out of my mouth. Then inexplicably I heard myself add,

"I already love it!"

Now that this potential confrontation was a scene between two

women friends, one of them me, Jessica seemed to relax. "I really

wasn't expecting you for another few hours, Jenny. I thought that

maybe you and Eric would still be...busy with each other. No? You

dated the fabulous Eric and yet managed to come back with your

virtue intact? Remarkable! But why? Well, no matter. As you can

see, I've been busy too, in other ways."

She'd set me up with Eric for more than just a date? She'd planned

for me to be away from home and involved with...a man, so she could

spend her whole time here uninterrupted with this man? My mind

tumbled in upon itself!

"I see you've finally met Hal. Isn't he gorgeous? Hal, this is

Jenny, my husband's sister, and I guess at the moment she's also my

nearest and dearest girlfriend! You remember, I've told you all

about her."

Hal just continued to look at me impassively, his face composed.

"Hi, Jenny," he said ingratiatingly in a melodious baritone. "I've

heard lots of good things about you. I'm glad we're finally

getting a chance to meet. Pardon me for not getting up, but you

can see the way it is."

I found my voice. It was high-pitched and strangled. Stay calm!

"Yes, I can see the way it is," I said. "You don't have to get up

for me." Then, "It looks like you've already been up most of the

night." Did I mean that dig? Was my tone bitter? Jealous? I

hoped it sounded teasing. Forcibly I shut myself up!

"Yes, doesn't it," Hal said, amused. "But that's the way it always

is when I'm with a beautiful woman. It won't quit!" He began to

smile, comfortably charming, pleased with himself, obviously trying

to sound pleasant. He looked me in the eyes directly, as if we

were meeting alone with each other across a crowded room, not

across the naked body of another man's wife, my wife, his lover,

with himself alongside her equally naked, Did he know who I was?.

"I'll be downstairs," I said weakly. It was all I could think of

saying.

"Oh, don't go, Jenny honey" Jessica said, her face still smiling

broadly. She tried to turn onto her back and failed. "Hal, I love

the weight of your legs on me, any time, baby, but....?" He shifted

off her obligingly, leaning over to kiss her shoulder at the same

time. She reached back to run her hand up his neck and ruffle his

hair. "You are such a dear," she said to him, articulating each

word with a restrained ferocity I'd never heard from her before.

Then she turned to lean on one elbow and stare again at me.

"Jenny dear, this is the marvelous man I've been talking about for

months now! Everyone knows about him. Nearly everyone." She

looked at me, now somehow vastly amused. "But somehow you've never

met, have you? Well, now that you have met, aren't you the least

little bit curious to find out more about him? Why don't you just

sit down over there" -- she indicated the overstuffed slipper chair

she kept next to the bed -- "and we'll just visit and get

acquainted. Please?"

She looked at me levelly. The smile had gone from her face, and

her brows were now drawn closer together. Was she threatening me?

To expose me? I couldn't take the chance. I'd lost any initiative

I might have had anyhow. Utterly. I came into the room meekly,

smoothed my skirt across my rump primly, and sat down. Now I

couldn't look at Hal, so I just looked at Jessica. I was confused

and angry with myself as well as her. They'd been seeing each

other for months? But what could I have done? What could I do

even now? Hal was so...physical compared with me. That dong lying

across his crotch was bigger soft than mine ever gets even when

it's hard! And standing up he'd have towered a full head over me!

"I can't get over how nice you look, Jennifer," she said. "Better

than I've ever seen you! Your cheeks are positively glowing! And

that's a wonderful dress, it suits you so well! So sexy! Are you

sure that Eric...? No? What a pity? Well, maybe we can...?"

"Maybe we can," Hal broke in suddenly. "That's not a bad idea at

all!"

"No, I don't think so," I blurted out. But what didn't I think?

"Maybe we can double-date some time," Jessica finished. "Hal is

all mine, Jenny. I don't mean to share him." She said this

firmly, and there was no doubt about it. "There are a lot of other

guys out there eager to amuse women who've recently gotten rid of

their husbands the way you have. Are you rid of yours for good,

Jenny? I know mine won't dare to show his face around here ever

again if he knows what's good for him." She sat up stiffly and

looked me directly in the eyes, until she saw that her point had been

hammered home. Then she relaxed. "You really need to loosen up a

little, Jenny, now that the man in your life doesn't matter to you

any more. Try out some new things. See how you like them. See

how much better some men are than other men, doing some things.

Better than some women in making someone like you happy."

She tensed and stretched herself, and the lower part of her body

began to writhe reminiscently, as if Hal's cock was somehow back

inside it. "Pardon me a moment, honey. The john! I feel so full!

I'm leaking front and rear, no matter which way I turn! I

really must tidy up a little. This time there's no husband around

to do it for me!"

She smiled a deeply satisfied smile and stood up, still stark

naked, clothed in her self-satisfaction, and she swaggered into our

bathroom and closed the door behind her. I realized that she had

been speaking to Hal, not to me, reassuring him that there was no

chance of an unexpected confrontation while she was gone from the

room. I suppose there wasn't.

Now Hal turned toward me and propped himself on his elbow, and

looked me over closely. A flash of teeth gleamed as he turned on

a radiant personality and beamed it at me from close range. He

seemed so utterly self-confident, so powerful! I shrank back

within myself, my eyes widening, a little fearful.

"Jennifer," he intoned in a lulling, rich voice. I had to listen.

"That's an absolutely ravishing name, Jennifer. Jess will be in

there for a while, Jenny. There's a lot of me way down deep inside

her she'll want to clean out. Her husband used to do it for her,

she told me. I suppose it was her way of getting back at him for

something or another. Or maybe he liked doing it. But that was

all the more reason for her to want me to fill her to overflowing."

What was he talking about?

"I can cum quite a few times before I need a rest, did you know

that, Jenny? Quite a few! Jessica loves to use those pussy

muscles of hers to squeeze cum out of me again and again, till

nothing's left. But I always have more. Have you ever done

that, Jenny? Squeeze a man, over and over until there's nothing

more he can squeeze into you?"

He sounded so persuasive I almost nodded 'Yes.' It was

terrifying, the force of his questioning! I just shook my head.

"Jessica's husband used his mouth. Have you ever cleaned out a

woman with your mouth, Jenny?"

This time I nodded. I don't know why. Because I had? It was none

of his business. But I couldn't help myself.

"You like the way women taste? I'll bet you do. How about men?

Do you like the way men taste?"

I didn't like the way this interrogation was going, but I couldn't

turn it in another direction. I had to be Jennifer, a woman,

Jessica's girlfriend, comfortable enough about sex to walk in on a

naked couple and then sit down and chat with them. I was a woman.

I had to persuade myself or no one else would believe me. If Hal

caught on that I was Jessica's despised husband, the ridicule I'd have

to endure from both of them would be unbearable. Yet, taste a man?

I couldn't reply.

Hal sat up like a great-maned lion rising from rest, and slowly

swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Now his face wasn't three

feet away. He leaned slightly forward and reached over and grasped

my shoulders as if to reassure me. Then gently, ever so gently, he

began to pull me toward him out of my chair. I found myself down

on my knees in front of his knees, looking up into his eyes.

"Do you like the way men taste, Jennifer?" he repeated, looking

into my eyes with a kindly, mild expression on his face. "I see

you do. Would you like to taste me, Jennifer? Would you like to

use your pretty red mouth to squeeze my juices out of me, until

they're all inside you?"

He gave the faintest tug to my shoulders, and my head nodded. His

cock was just under my nose.

I looked down at it, and at his black, tangled pubic hair, coated

and streaked with my wife's dried cum. And with his. All this

time his prick was growing, and it now stood tall between his legs

like some massive tower, its foreskin slipping back even as I

looked down on it. It was now as fat as my wrist! Its plump

purple cock head brushed against my lips. I tried not to

flinch away.

"My God!" I said. I'd never seen such a cock! It was more like a

horse's than a man's!

"Yes, Jennifer. Many women make this their God! Taste me,

Jennifer. Lick me, Jennifer. You know you want to. Open your

mouth and lean forward."

Could I rebel at this point? Make a scene? I leaned forward.

"That's it! Ahhhh! That's it, Jennifer! Lick me again. Now

take the head of my cock into your mouth, Jennifer.

Your pretty red mouth! Open wide! And take hold of my

cock with your pretty hands, with your pretty red-tipped fingers,

Jennifer, both hands, and pull on it gently, gently, Jennifer.

That's it! And begin to suck on my cock, Jennifer. Purse your

lips around me and suck. Ahhhh! That's it!"

I did it. I couldn't help myself. I didn't seem to have a mind of

my own. My cheeks sank in, and for the first time my tongue felt

the strange velvety texture of a man's cock head He tasted

familiar. I puzzled it. Of course. This prick was covered with

Jessica's cum. He tasted like Jessica.

Then all of a sudden it hit me. He tasted like Jessica. But he

was also soaked in his own cum, the cum this very cock had been

pumping into Jessica's pussy over and over, all day today and

probably yesterday too. The smell and taste was blended

with Jessica's, and they smelled and tasted so very familiar!

What had Jessica done? All the while I thought that my own

skilled mouth and tongue were exciting her vagina to prodigious

lubrication, it was never her cum, it was their cum! She'd come

home fresh from fucking him, and it amused her to allow me, her

proper, lawful husband, to clean him out of her! What a sucker

I'd been! Their juices were spread over his genitals even now,

I could see, clotted and matted on his shaft and his groin and his

balls. The slick gouts of their secretions squished as I began to

pull and push on his prick with both my hands.

Once again I was licking up the evidence of her infidelity, his

thick cloudy sperm laced with her clear secretions, but this time

directly, sucking his cock at first hand instead of at one remove.

That was all I was good for, she'd told me often enough. "Oh,

yes," she'd moan, as my tongue sank deep into her pussy and slurped

at the slick sap it found there. "Suck on it! That's what you're

good for!" To give lip service to her betrayals.

I'd thought she felt affection for me each time I buried my face

between her legs. But it was really only spite! She'd been

avenging herself on me, because she'd decided I wasn't

man enough for her.

I felt cheapened, cheated, used. As my resentment grew, a bleak

anger began to rise from deep within me. And as that anger began

to feed on itself, I half-forgot what I was doing. The outrageous

injustice of it! The petty maliciousness! The gratuitous

humiliation! Did I deserve this? How can I get even? Tense,

furious, I began to clench and pump and suck on Hal's massive prick.

Hal felt something profound happening, and began in

turn to push at me with his hips, to headfuck my mouth. In a

mindless fury I brought my mouth down onto his massive prick as

hard as I could, to push him back, and he then thrust into me even

more strenuously! His breathing and mine both grew shorter.

That bitch, I was thinking! My birthday present! Sending me away

to get a Makeover and then to the Ball like Cinderella, eager to

geld myself into a lady by my own desire, to dream of grace and

beauty, all so she could feel free to fuck her brains out

uninterrupted in this very bed! With a stud who even now thought

he was getting a great head job, I was sure of it, from Jessica's

best friend, the sister of the husband he had cuckolded how many

times whenever they met, how many times met, over how many

months? Could I count that high? I now pulled on that monster

staff with my mouth and with both hands! It was now huge,

practically a baseball bat. Infuriated, I sucked down deep onto

the thick head and as much of the shank I could reach. My jaw

ached wide open, and my lips stretched full to contain and then

pulsate on him. I couldn't help myself! That nasty, spiteful

bitch! Hal's whole body stiffened, and he half-lifted himself from

the bed.

And then all of a sudden spurt after spurt poured into me. He

came! He deluged into my mouth. I scarcely noticed! In a blind

rage, I swallowed him mindlessly as fast as I could to keep from

drowning or choking. His spunk leaked all around my stretched lips

even while I milked even more out of him with my fist! It was

Jessica's taste all right! My own wife! Using me with such

contempt! I couldn't blame Hal, he was as he was, a hot prick with

an easy pussy to plunge into. A vindictive pussy! But even as I

was gulping his sperm and swallowing it and then gulping air, and

Hal kept spouting more into me, ten, twelve, fifteen pulsing gushes

with no end yet in sight, I was thinking, how can I get even with

her?

And it came to me! I was a woman now. As far as Hal was

concerned, anyhow, and Jessica wasn't ready to expose me. How can

women avenge themselves on other women who betray their trust?

They can return the favor and steal the other woman's man! Hal

was an incredible man, with that cock of his, but still, only a

man, easily led by that same cock. From the way he came on to me

the moment Jessica left the room, I knew I could seduce him away

from her at least long enough to empty his balls and deprive her of

any more pleasure this weekend, thank you! Two can play that game!

I glanced up at him, and saw that he had no idea my furious

paroxysms were about Jessica. He thought all that intensity was

passionate devotion to his prick! He was leaning back now almost

in a trance, his eyeballs rolled back. I realized only now that

with each spurt of cum he had been crying out guttural noises of

unspeakable joy. He still hadn't caught his breath, but as he

glimpsed me looking up at him, he looked down and managed to gasp

"God, Jenny! God! You give great head! The greatest! The

greatest ever! Never like this before! Lady, you do get into it!"

Then while he was still floating in his euphoria, my

wet lips still sliding along his long cock, his breath returned.

He said, "My God, Jenny! You suck cock like there was no tomorrow,

no more ever again. Your mouth is absolutely insatiable! Whatever

can you be like when you fuck?"

I took my mouth from around his huge tool, and as it melted back to

become a fat sausage once again, I said in the most suggestive,

overripe voice I could muster, "That's for me to know, Hal baby,

and for you to find out if you can!" For the first time since I'd

arrived home, was it hours ago?, I smiled.

Then as I slowly got up off my knees and sat down again in the

slipper chair, I had the satisfaction of seeing Hal reach for my

hand to assist me -- he was such a gentleman. But there was a new

light gleaming in his eyes. And I noticed that the extraordinary

tube of meat in his lap had reversed itself. Incredibly, it was

rising to my new challenge. Freshly slick and shiny, smooth and

slippery with my saliva and with his own fresh cum, it was once

again growing. In fact it was already huge, judging by ordinary

standards.

But I'll handle it, I told myself! Somehow! I am going to fix

that prick so Jessica's quim feels like a slab of sloppy

supermarket liver when he next gets into it. She'd tried to fob me

off on Eric while she was fucking this man? Well, right now I have

a neat, tight, virginal ass, never entered, and I'm wearing my

prettiest panties. For Jessica, I'd thought when I put them on

this morning, but now they're for you, Hal. And my cock and balls

are well hidden under that sanitary pad I put on this morning in

sisterly solidarity with Jessica, so my secret's safe enough. Now

I'm going to get back at Jessica! For the next hour I'm going to

make my ass a cock-hungry slut to this stud! I'll empty those

balls so he needs at least a week to refill them! Whatever it takes!

That bitch! I've got to do it!

I was about to reach for the growth in Hal's lap, to lift him

gently by it, and turn him, and mount the bed so he could mount me.

It was a wonderful power I felt at that moment, that of a woman who

knows she's desired. But just then I realized I'd heard no sounds

from the bathroom for some time. I paused and listened. There

came a click on the door, and then it opened. Jessica had

returned. I muttered aloud "It's me now for the next hour, Hal

baby, not that cunt Jessica! Can you deal with that?"

Hal heard. He broke into a slow grin, glanced at me and saw the

intensity of feeling in my face, decided it was for him and should

be rewarded and enjoyed, turned to Jessica, and said in a slow

drawl, "Well, honey, you sure took your time. I'll bet there's

room for lots more of me in there now. I figured you'd gone

downstairs to call Janice to set up something for tonight.

Shouldn't you? Or will your husband be home by then?"

"You're right," Jessica replied. "I forgot! I'd better now. But

I'll be a while. You know how Janice loves to talk."

Who was Janice? One of those friends she's always seeing when I'm

paying no attention to her comings and goings?

"You two'll be OK for a while?" She glanced at me, a little

sternly I thought. "Getting to know each other, are you?"

"We'll be fine," Hal said, a little complacently I thought. "It'll

be a while anyhow." He was telling her he wasn't able to fuck

again right away. I knew better.

"All right," Jessica said, now looking at me directly.

"Magnificent, isn't he, Jenny dear?" She came down hard on "dear,"

sounding exactly the way she did whenever finding fault with me as

her husband. "Remember, look but don't touch. If you have to, pick

on someone your own size! You have to work up to someone like Hal,

honey. And you'll never really be woman enough for him!"

That's what you think, I thought, looking back at her calmly. I

batted my eyes at her a few times but said nothing. Hal chuckled.

Jessica looked at me a moment longer, trying to reinforce her

warning I thought. "Fix your lipstick, honey!" was all she said.

"You've smeared it!" Then she left.

A moment later we heard a phone dialing down below in the kitchen,

and Jessica began to talk to someone, her words indistinct but her

voice playing arpeggios and tinkling with laughter now and then.

She'll be some time, I thought. She always is when she's in that

good a mood and talking that way. I suppose she thinks Hal needs

to recover some more before she can resume with him.

"Is that true, what she said about me?" I asked Hal?

"It could be, Jenny. Your cunt doesn't open real wide? It's never

celebrated itself with someone like me?"

I'd better begin fast and not look back! "Hal, forget my cunt for

now! I want my ass wrapped all around that cock!" Sound really

horny, I told myself, and he'll be all the more eager. "Right now!

I want to suck all of those juices into my ass. There's lots of

room in there for that thing of yours, and for all the spunk in the

world! But the opening's a bit tight. Do you think....?"

He was eager now all right! "Sweetheart, trust me, when we're

through your ass will feel as loose as a bed sheet. Anything

slipped into you will feel like it was born there!"

Still, I felt a little apprehensive. How exactly did this even the

score with Jessica? Would I get torn up? Who was revenging

himself on who? Or herself? Was this worth it?

Hal took my hand tenderly in his and placed it on his dong, which

had finally become fully erect, and stood out like a young

stallion's. I gripped it gently. "That's it, little lady," he

crooned. That mellifluous, persuasive voice of his had returned.

"Feel familiar? This is your old friend. Ask your hands and your

mouth, they already know, don't they? So does your tummy, doesn't

it? Now all you need to do is slip off your panties and pull up

that pretty skirt and lie back here on this bed and relax and enjoy

yourself."

His other hand took mine and lifted it as if he were a gentleman

about to lead me into my first dance at a grand ball. Just as if

it were still last night. With the same feeling of enchantment, I

rose from my chair. He turned me and settled me on my back on the

bed, and then leaned over me.

"Now, this cream I've got here will soothe you and help those

muscles relax. Once it's between your cheeks I'll slip right past

those panties of yours and into your rosebud with no fuss or

trouble at all, Jenny honey. Do you want to massage it in

yourself?"

I shook my head. I felt helpless to move. It felt warm and

slippery as he slathered some onto my anus. Then I felt a full

feeling, "comfy" was exactly the word for it.

"You see, Jenny. Already three fingers inside you, and all you

feel is nice, isn't that so? Limp and loose as a goose. I'd fist

you, but my cock 'll stretch you the same amount anyhow. Ready?"

He lifted my legs to his shoulders gently, and snugged my knees

alongside his ears. Then gazed down at me reassuringly. Suddenly

I felt so vulnerable, so helpless. I had to trust him. There came

a dull poking on my anus. then more pressure, then more, then

suddenly the most overwhelming full feeling I have ever felt in my

life! Was that him already inside me? It was as if the most

enormous turd in the world were in there trying to get out, or get

in, and I groaned aloud.

"Now I'm in you, sweetheart, but just barely. If you feel like

pushing, Jenny baby, just push! That's how I'll get more of me

into you. Just say when."

His cock was in me! I felt an unexpected rapture suddenly blossom

out from it! I'm a real woman! I said to myself. I've got the

biggest cock in the world in me, and I've stolen my wife's lover

away from her, and now I'm going to fuck him to death! It felt

marvelous!

"More!" I said in a choking voice, as if it were my throat and not

my ass that was now filled to the brim. "More, Hal baby! Fuck

me!" I pushed my whole bottom toward him as best I could. He

leaned forward, and then like a long freight train slowly moving

into a tunnel that giant prick entered me, little by little,

slowly, interminably it seemed. Finally at long last I could feel

his thighs pressing against my rump.

"Aaahhhhhhhh!" I sighed out in deep satisfaction. "Full" was no

longer the word for how my bottom felt. My whole body had expanded

around him! Now I was complete! Altogether a part of him, and he

was a part of me! What bliss! He began to withdraw, as gradually

and majestically as he had entered me, and I felt myself becoming

myself again. But empty, because now I knew that I was no longer

full.

Then it began again, the return to that marvelous fulfillment. Of

a promise of ecstasy to come. My anointing! I groaned. Then

again, louder! When all of him had entered me and snugged into me,

I cried out my desire and joy!

That monster cock then set up a slow, sedate, steady rhythm,

stroking into and out of me, in and out. Now at the furthest reach

of his in-stroke Hal's shoulders pressed heavily against my thighs

and lifted my hips even higher up, my ass pressed even closer

against his groin, and he plunged even deeper into me. Then with

the outstroke the whole lower half of my body came down onto the

bed, and I felt vacated, emptied, but nostalgic with the knowledge

of his departure. Then it happened yet again. He returned, and as

he reached into the deepest part of my bowels and I felt him

pressing his whole groin against my ass I pushed as hard as I could

into him, with the most delicious little wiggle at the end of my

thrust, seeking...something nameless just beyond. My cock stayed

flaccid underneath my sanitary pad, but I could feel further down,

deeper, that I was beginning to approach a climax I could not have

imagined. It was as if my anus and bowels themselves were knotting

up and squeezing into my whole body the juices of pure pleasure.

We settled into that ecstatic rhythm, our two bodies become one,

glorious! I opened my eyes. All I could see at first was his head

between my nylon-stockinged thighs, his eyes tight closed, his hair

hanging damp over his forehead, his face concentrating intently.

Then I caught a movement from the corner of my eye, and turned my

head, careful not to break my body's enchantment.

There, sitting in the slipper chair alongside the bed was my wife

Jessica! She was watching the two of us with relaxed curiosity,

altogether undisturbed by what she was seeing.

At that very moment Hal began his magnificent progress back into my

bowels, and I had to give him my full attention. But when he began

to withdraw I looked over at my wife again. She didn't seem

irritated or jealous at all! In fact there was no mistaking it,

she was gloating.

Could I be wrong? This wasn't at all what I had planned! Nor what

she had planned for her weekend? Was I misreading a scowl

of jealousy? Was the pleasure her boyfriend was now

finding in my body, and I was finding each time my cheeks and hips

spread wide to accommodate that cock, was it bitter to her, a thorn

in her side?

Not at all. To my shocked amazement, as she watched us in relaxed

ease, she smiled. She was happy for me?

"He's really into it now, isn't he?" she said, apparently to me.

"Yes, he is," I said in between my sighs and cries and grunts of

satisfaction. That wonderful feeling was now building and

building, reaching closer to...something nameless! I didn't want

Hal to stop, not now, not ever. I didn't mind rubbing it in. "And

he's wonderful!" I added. The more green-eyed the monster gnawing

at her, the better.

Which may be why I didn't hear at first that Hal, on the deepest

pressure of his in stroke, my ass cheeks high up and pushing into

him, said on a wheezing grunt as he slammed that meat a last

fraction of an inch further into my vitals, "Yes!" In fact I

didn't realize Hal had said "Yes" at all until he added, "He sure

is!"

"He bought it!" my wife responded to Hal. "He really bought it!"

I was about to answer her "Yes" again when the full meaning of

Hal's unnecessary remark entered my understanding. I opened my

eyes again, after wriggling the last excruciating deliciousness out

of the last ounce of pressure from Hal's sweet cock and balls, my

last wriggle of gratitude pushing into him, my last effort to

prolong my delight before Hal withdrew and the whole cycle began

again. I was shocked when I saw that Jessica was sitting there

looking into Hal's eyes, not mine, that she was talking to Hal! In

this exchange I was no more than a piece of meat Hal was fucking,

as far as she was concerned. It was as if I weren't even there.

She was talking to her lover. "I told you he'd buy it!" she added.

Hal pulled back and paused for an infinitesimal second before

resuming his fucking rhythm. I couldn't help it, my asshole lunged

at him, unable to wait. He then began his long slow re-entry yet

again, and I was almost out of my head with joy.

"Yes you did, sweetheart," Hal said as he concentrated on

re-entering me, his eyes fixed in some middle distance. "And he

feels just great! Just great! I'd never have believed you could

pull this off!"

"He was easy," my wife replied. She leaned back and looked up at

the ceiling, her hands now clasped behind her head, in a

reminiscent mood. I stared at her a little wild eyed, though my

mind remained between my hips. "He's always been easy. Half the

time I've gone out he's never looked up to ask why I'm so dolled up

just to visit friends. He's so predictable! But now we can both

get dolled up to visit you together whenever you'd like a

three-way. I'm so glad you're enjoying him, Hal, and I'm even more

glad he's enjoying you! It makes everything so much easier!"

Glad? I didn't want her to be, but I was pinned helpless now, and

had to ride this thing to completion. Hal increased the pace,

driving his body into my ass repeatedly, over and over, reaching

for that intangible trigger that would fire off his orgasm. My

hips were thrusting more wildly too, around and into that marvelous

fat pole, faster and faster as a yearning built up in me.

Suddenly there I was! I reached up and achieved a high plateau,

tense with desire, and then I felt some deep set of abdominal

muscles begin to throb in glory, and I couldn't help it, I began to

moan and then call out and finally to scream, and my still-soft

prick began to throb somehow, and then to leak some kind of fluid

into my napkin and my panties just as I felt Hal throb within me,

and give a last mighty lunge, and I felt his hot sperm shoot high

up into my guts. And shoot and shoot and shoot, until finally he

began to ease off. I realized only then that my knees had been

pushed all the way to my own ears during this last cataclysmic

double orgasm. He hadn't yet begun to shrink and withdraw, but

already his sperm overflowed my ass and my crotch, and mixed in

with mine, and began to soak my panties and my skirt. We both

began breathing a little more regularly. It was over. And deep

within me, I regretted it. I wanted more.

"Well, you did it, honey," Jessica said to Hal, looking impassively

at my round eyes staring back at her. "I knew if there was any

woman in him at all he'd never be able to resist getting that big

thing of yours inside him once he saw it. I never could resist a

really big cock myself! I can't begin to count how many big guys

stuffed themselves into me before I got married, or how many

afterward, come to think of it. So why should he be able to hold

himself back?"

Hal still loomed over me, looking down into my face. I looked up

at his, my legs high up, resting on his shoulders and back. I

couldn't move. But I didn't want to move!

"Well, Jessica," he said. "Maybe because he's a man? Not every

man feels gets turned on by a large cock up his ass." He smiled

down at me. "Present company excepted, of course. I think it was

your other idea that did the trick, depend upon him to get jealous

when he sees me, his resentment that his wife has been fucking another

man. Other men, I suppose I should say. And of finding out that

for months he's been sucking other men's cum out of his wife?

That kind of thing can get a guy's head fucked up! Not just his head!"

"He loved your taste inside me!" Jessica said. "Same as I've

always loved it! As long as he didn't know what it was, that is!

How did you break the news to him?"

"No problem. He figured it out while he was sucking my cock. Then

he couldn't wait to get even with you, and that did it!"

"You got him to suck your cock?" She looked at me still pinned

beneath him, with what seemed new respect. "So I'm right too. It

wasn't just resentment. A cock like yours can bring out the girl

in any man, I bet!"

She grinned at me and went on. "Well, a Makeover is what I wanted

for him, and that's what happened! If he looks like a woman, and

sucks cock like a woman, and fucks like a woman, what do we call him?"

She turned to me, while I just lay there. My legs were still high

in the air and my ass was still impaled by Hal's cock, which hadn't

yet deflated enough for me to slide free of it. His cum

was leaking freely out of my distended asshole now, though. In

this position I couldn't easily comment on anything they said. I

just listened.

"You know, Jenny," she said. "I'd hoped that Eric would take your

cherry and teach you what it feels like to be a woman, so you'd

stop playing with your skirts and lipsticks whenever I've gone

somewhere else to fuck a real man, and fish or cut bait. I mean,

join with the rest of us girls and go all the way, or else quit

pretending and give it up and try to be a man after all! But now

you've chosen, haven't you? I can tell just by looking at you.

Who wouldn't want to be a woman after that cock of Hal's has been

pushed deep into him? For that matter, now that you've seen what

a real man's cock looks like and you've felt what it can do, you

can't really claim that you're also a man, can you? Not any more

you can't. Especially now that you've taken it up the ass and

loved it!"

Thinking about Hal's meat heated her up a little. "It really is

gorgeous, Hal! I see it there crammed like a long cork into

Jenny's bottom, and I still can't help myself! Is there anything

left in it for me for right now?"

Hal turned, his face regretful. "Not right now, Jess. You know well

that after a few days of steady screwing it can take me as long as a

half hour to get it up again. I can maintain that pace for weeks

probably, the way I did last Christmas, when your husband was out

of town? Remember? But I do need a half hour's breathing space

now and then." He grinned. "Of course mouth-to-mouth

resuscitation helps too."

Then he changed the subject. "Did you and Janice set it up for

tonight while Jenny and I were up here getting it on?"

"Yes," Jessica answered. "In fact, her brother's in town, and

Jenny'll be just perfect for him. It'll be wonderful, now that

there's no chance any husband of mine'll ever discover what's going

on and break in and make a scene and spoil the fun. I should have

done this years ago."

She toward me again. "Jenny, welcome to the club. For some time

now Janice and I and some other friends have been liberated women

who love to take vacations from our marriages now and then, and

kick up our heels by wrapping them around different men. Especially

around Hal, this sweet man here with the prize cock that won't ever

quit. And now you're one more of us!"

"He is indeed!" Hal commented, now finally pulling his softened

sausage out of me and sitting back, then swinging his legs over the

edge of the bed. My bottom felt...deprived! "I don't doubt that

he'll want to join with you two any time we want to do a threesome!

Dolled up like this, Jenny is one of the hottest pieces of ass I've

ever fucked!" Then slyly, "I'll bet she misses me already."

Why did I feel complimented?

"You know Jenny," Jessica went on. "Our marriage is over."

Her voice was kindly. She wanted to be helpful. "I don't

want you for a husband. But now that you're not just playing

at being a girl any more, I'd love for you to be my live-in

girlfriend. Didn't you once say you wanted that?"

I was listening.

"You see, I've had only two options. Divorce you, or give you a

birthday present that might make a difference. You may not know

it, but you're not who you were. The girls at the Salon didn't

tell you, but that blonde hairdo is now you! It's way too

elaborate to cover with that little wig they gave you. That thing

won't cover anything. And you know now that your face is much too

feminine when it's made up for you to wear it plain and unadorned,

the way you did when you were pretending it was a man's face. And

I know you're happier in skirts than you are in pants -- that's why

you wear them so often."

"But above all, you can't tell me that you'll never again want to

have sex as a woman. That you'd rather fuck your life away as a

man when you could keep getting royally fucked like a few

minutes ago, like a woman. Not from what I just saw."

"So it seems to me that these are your options. Tomorrow you can go

to the office dolled up in your blonde perm, or you can shave your head

and go bald, and either way you can face all the talk. Or tonight you

can go out with us and have fun, and sleep in tomorrow with Janice's

brother. You two are all fixed up. From what we hear, he's hung

like Hal here, and he's a charmer, and Janice tells me you've

lucked out with him, because his taste runs especially toward girls

just like you. No need to worry about the office for a long time.

The guys we know always seem to have enough for us, if we treat

them right."

She sat back and waited for my response.

I'd been set up! All along! I tried to be angry with her again,

but I failed. I tried to resent Hal for being in on this

conspiracy with her, but I couldn't. I tried to hold myself in

contempt for not standing up and walking out and leaving my slut

wife to her infidelities, but I couldn't even do that. Jessica and

Hal may have done this to suit their own convenience, but I can't say

it was only their own convenience. I thought for a moment how much

further this thing could go. Then I decided I'd think that through

some other time.

I sat up and surveyed the ruins of my new silk dress, stained and

sticky with cum from all three of us, and I began wondering what

else I had to wear that would do, among other purchases still in

the car. I wondered what Janice was like, but I figured I'd find

out soon enough.

"Tell me more about Janice's brother," I said. "Is he cute?"

End

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