Hollie

Hollie by Stephanie Silver (sjtw69@yahoo.com)

Chapter Three -- Newlyweds

Okay, I promised this was going to be a TG story and I meant it. Things have been normal so far. Mostly normal. As my dad might have said, "At least he's married to a woman. It's not like he's out there wearing dresses and having sex with guys."

Well, not yet.

It started, as things like this seem to do, as just some innocent, harmless fun. It was after swimming, so Hollie was wearing her black bikini with the neon yellow stripes.

It wasn't a date. Not exactly. After three months of marriage she still hadn't started dating, and I was inclined to think she might have been only joking. There was this guy from work, Ron, who liked swimming, and she had arranged to meet him there at the swimming pool and... uh, swim together. Just a little, nothing serious. Plus, I mean, she went there with me, and she went home with me, so it wasn't really a date for them. Right?

It bothered me a little, I guess, when she seemed to spend more time with him than she did with me. Nothing serious. I don't think she kissed him or anything like that. They were just splashing around and playing in the water together. It was pretty innocent. What could I say?

When another group of swimmers invited us to have chicken-fights with them, where the girls sat on the guys' shoulders and everyone tried to knock each other into the water, Hollie paired up with Ron instead of me. That kind of hurt my feelings, but she explained, "Cammie, he's bigger than you and stronger. We have a better chance of winning if I sit on his shoulders than if I sit on yours."

But from what I saw, they weren't that concerned with winning. Hollie looked like she spent more time holding on trying not to fall off than she did trying to push anyone else off. I'm sure she didn't need to grab and hang on to him quite as desperately as she made it seem. I don't know. It just seemed like she purposely slid her body, her breasts mostly, across his chest a little more than she needed to.

But she went home with me. So I decided not to worry about it. And I have to say, I'd never seen Hollie quite as horny as she was that night. From the moment we got to the car she was all over me and telling me what kind of sex we were going to have just as soon as we got home.

We started with the usual, making out on the bed while I helped her out of her swimsuit. I started with the top, of course, untying it and pulling it loose. But Hollie kept her breasts pressed tightly against my chest as we continued to kiss and make out.

I untied her bikini bottom next and started helping her out of that. But that's about the time she rolled me over so that I was on top and decided it would be fun to pull the strings of her bikini top back around behind me and tie them.

Okay, no big deal. It's not like I was really wearing her bikini top. It was on backward for one thing. And we were having sex for another. What happened during sex, I was pretty sure, didn't mean anything. We were just playing.

And so I screwed my very horny wife that night wearing a black and yellow bikini top backward, and nothing else.

And, yeah, it was a pretty good fuck. I came... a little faster than normal, I guess, but... It was Hollie. She was just so damn sexy; I never lasted very long once I was inside her.

I guess it was almost a month later because the holidays were over and I was back at school. Hollie had been swimming again. With a part-time job and school work I had very little free time, so she had gone by herself. Which isn't exactly true, because she told me she was going to meet Ron there. But it wasn't a date. She wasn't doing that.

Like the time a month previous, Hollie came home extremely horny. She had half her clothes off before we even got to the bedroom and was already working on getting me out of mine.

When she had me down to just my underwear, she suddenly found her bikini top; I thought she had left it back in the living room. "Put this on, Cammie."

"I'm not wearing your bikini," I said.

"You did before."

I had done that, hadn't I? But that was under totally different circumstances. Plus I'd worn it backward and only after shed jokingly put it on me. This was different. Somehow.

"Please," she begged.

I grimaced. I didn't want to wear her bikini top.

"Please. I'll let you cum in my mouth." She gave me her sexiest pout, melting whatever resolve I had. Hollie's blow jobs were something incredible, but she always stopped short of me cumming, even though I had twice asked if she would do it all the way to my orgasm. So I was intrigued.

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure."

So a few minutes later I was wearing Hollie's bikini top, and nothing else, while she used her mouth to expertly bring me to orgasm .

I'd like to say that it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had, but the truth is it wasn't. It was surprisingly difficult to make myself cum in her mouth. It's like I had a mental block against it. Even when I did finally cum it was less than an eruption, and more like a slow leak. It was like whatever part of me was in control of cumming just finally gave up and said, Fine, here you go then, and sent out a few token squirts.

But those squirts went straight into Hollie's mouth.

And then we kissed. And I could taste my cum still lingering on her breath.

"I'm meeting Ron for swimming tonight," Hollie announced a few weeks later in the car on our way to work.

The announcement gave me mixed emotions. I knew she would probably come home horny again, and that meant incredible sex. My work and school schedule had prevented us from having any sex at all for nearly a week, and I was more than ready to change that.

On the other hand, I wasn't that excited to know she was seeing Ron again. She seemed to be getting serious with him. "You're seeing him a lot," I observed.

She smiled and patted my hand reassuringly. "He's just someone from work. We're not doing anything."

"What if I came?" I asked.

Hollie looked at me for a few moments before answering, probably trying to figure out if I was serious or not. "Do you want to?"

I shrugged. Part of me wanted to be there just to keep her and Ron from getting too close. Part of me sensed that if I went I'd just end up being embarrassed. The experience nearly two months previous hadn't been very pleasant, and I had a feeling if I insisted on going, I might find myself forced to watch something more than I cared to see.

"I have a lot of homework," I replied, ending the confrontation.

"That's too bad," said Hollie, and gave my hand a squeeze. "We'll miss you."

"Yeah, tell Ron hi and I'm sorry I missed him."

I don't know. I expected Hollie to be hornier than she was. She seemed just a little subdued. Especially compared to the time before. It almost felt like we were going through the motions of sexual foreplay.

When I untied her bikini bottom, Hollie's demeanor changed and her playful look returned. "I dare you to wear my bikini."

I looked at her to see if she was serious. "Can I cum in your mouth?"

"No, but I'll let you titty-fuck me if you want."

That was something worth considering. It was something we hadn't really tried.

"Can I do that and then cum on your ass?" I asked.

"You mean jerk-off on my ass?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, sure. But you have to wear a bikini the whole time."

That seemed reasonable enough. Hollie helped me put on the bikini, showing me how to tie the four different knots that held it in place. My erection made an unsightly bulge in the bikini bottom, so she insisted that I tuck it back between my legs before putting on the bottom. That forced us to wait for a few minutes and talk about non-sex topics for awhile until it had subsided enough to fold it back without causing me too much pain.

We made out some more, with her naked and me in a bikini. I discovered that I could actually get a very pleasant sensation by rubbing my "dick-less" groin - my "pussy", if you will - against her thigh. We didn't do it long enough, but I had a feeling if we did, I might actually be able to cum that way. Not my normal, penis-centered cum, but something as yet unexperienced by me.

When I thought I was about as horny as I could get, she said I needed to do one thing first before I could let my dick out and slide it back and forth between her tits.

"What's that?"

"You have to walk through every room in the apartment first, wearing just that bikini."

That meant from the bedroom I took two steps down a hallway to our bathroom, then back through the hallway which also served as a laundry room, through the living room with the patched ceiling and the bucket that was there to catch any drips, through the dining area and into the kitchen. Then back to the bedroom. The front drapes were closed, fortunately, so there was nobody there to see other than Hollie, who was grinning and clapping the whole time. "Now shake those hips," she ordered, "And stick out that chest."

Okay, it was a little arousing. And then I was straddling her tummy, my dick sticking out the side of her bikini, preparing to fuck her tits. We used some oil to make it slipperier, and Hollie held her tits close together while I slid my dick in and out of the tight space between them.

It didn't feel as great as having it in her mouth, and not nearly as great as having it in her pussy, but it was a fun change of pace. "And you last a lot longer this way," noted Hollie.

When I was close to cumming Hollie rolled onto her stomach as I stood quickly and turned around before straddling her again the opposite direction. I now had an unobstructed view of her sexy ass as I masturbated. When it was time, I squirted my cum across her butt, leaving drops of cum on each cheek and a few drops in her crack.

"Now rub it all over me," she said. Which I did. I always enjoyed touching her ass. I smeared my cum across each cheek and then left it to dry.

I thought about taking the bikini off before going to sleep, but I was tired, and Hollie seemed so relaxed, just lying there half-asleep and naked with my cum all over her bottom, I just wanted to snuggle up against her and go to sleep. So I did.

The next morning when I woke up Hollie was surprised to see me still wearing her bikini. "Did you wear that all night?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," I admitted, scratching at the red welt forming where the bikini top was digging into my side.

She looked at me thoughtfully.

"What?"

"I'll tell you later," she said with a smile.

That was the last I heard of Ron. And for a while it was just Hollie and me and her bikinis. She insisted it made her hornier to have sex with me wearing a bikini. She said it was incredibly kinky, and that only a "real man" would be able to do it.

I won't say I liked it. I won't say I disliked it. I liked screwing Hollie, and if it took me wearing a bikini to have her as horny as she was, I was fine with that.

I'm not sure how it made me. In some ways it made me hornier. I felt hornier. The kinkiness of it was just so great. At the same time, there was this unshakable feeling of calmness that would come over me when I put on her bikini. It's hard to describe. It's like, for that time, everything felt right. I felt more at peace with the world around me. Which is odd because I wouldn't describe myself as feeling un-calm or not at peace with the world around me.

So when the sex was over, and no one was telling me to keep wearing her bikini, I found it easier to just drift off to sleep, telling myself I would take it off later. And, more often than not, night would turn into morning with me still wearing it.

And so when one night Hollie's bikini was in the laundry, it didn't seem like that big a deal when Hollie handed me her bra and panties and told me to wear those instead. And once I did that, there didn't seem to be any reason to wear her bikini any more, when her bras and panties were so much more convenient. Foreplay turned into a time for Hollie to take off her bra and panties and put them on me.

No, I'm afraid I didn't mind at all. We were, after all, still having sex, and, as far as I could tell, Hollie wasn't dating anyone.

Yet.

I suppose it's not very hard to imagine what happened next. Whether amused by it or aroused, Hollie continued to explore how far I was willing to go in cross-dressing. One evening she asked me to wear her stockings. Another time she had me wear a necklace. I found the image of my own necklace extremely erotic as it dangled down to caress her breasts as I moved on top of her.

Stockings were a pleasant surprise. I found I liked the feel, both of wearing them, and of Hollie's fingers caressing me through them. "If you like that," Hollie said, "You'll like it even more if you shave your legs."

"I can't shave my legs," I complained.

"Why not?"

"'Cause I'm a guy."

Hollie laughed. "Look at you! You're wearing a bra and panties and stockings and a necklace. What difference would it make if your legs were shaved?"

I fidgeted and gave a shrug. "I don't know."

And that very night, even though it was after midnight, she made me go shave them.

Well, it did make a difference. A huge difference. Her stockings just seemed to fit better. Gone was the unsightly leg hair that, I had to confess, had bothered me whenever I wore her stockings. Plus there was just something different about the feel of nylon on smooth, hairless skin that was incredibly arousing.

Okay, so I obviously liked cross-dressing. What did it matter? What Hollie and I did in the privacy of our home was our business and no one else's. It didn't mean I was gay.

With little to stop her, Hollie next suggested makeup. Just a little. Facial concealer to hide my five o'clock shadow, and a little bit of her lipstick just for fun. And then some blush, just to give me back some color that the concealer took away. And, while we were at it, what did it matter if I tried on some eye shadow and mascara as well?

I'm pretty sure she might have had me wear earrings too, but her ears were pierced and mine weren't, so that wasn't possible. Still, "We might have to get you your own clip-on earrings, Cammie" she said.

And then came that day at Adam and Eve's. Adam and Eve's was a sex boutique that we shopped at now and then. They were having a sale on their lace garter belts. Hollie looked at them, and then at me with a grin that was undeniable.

"Let's get you one," she said.

I looked at the lacy garments. Okay, I wanted one. Very much. But wearing my wife's underwear was one thing. Actually buying something specifically for me was something else entirely. I felt my heart beat faster as I reached out and touched it, not sure what my response should be. I guessed saying, "Okay, what size do I need?" felt like it would be too obvious. Instead I pretended we were talking about buying it for her, even though there was a high probability of me wearing it. In a whisper loud enough for the store clerk to hear, I said, "Would you like wearing one of these?"

Her grin widened. "We're not getting it for me."

Her back was to the clerk, who showed no signs of having heard. Although, for that matter, she'd probably sold garter belts to other cross-dressing men, so what I was doing probably wasn't particularly interesting to her. Still I blushed furiously, feeling the heat in my cheeks and ears.

Hollie noticed and laughed as she lifted the garter from its hook on the display. "Oh, don't worry. No one cares if you like to wear women's underwear."

She said this in a voice loud enough to get the clerk's attention, and I blushed even more, if that was even possible.

Studying it closely - and I confess I have no idea what she was checking, whether it was its design, or the type of fabric, or something else - she added, "Besides, it's probably time we started buying you a few things of your own."

I glanced at the store clerk who was now paying attention to us. She gave me a smile that I suppose was meant to be reassuring. I turned to look the other way and felt like I wanted to just melt right into the floor.

That was the start of my lingerie drawer. We bought stockings to match and a bra. Hollie added a six-inch dildo, saying it was for her, and sent me to pay. I couldn't bring myself to look at the pretty young store clerk as I wrote out a check for the full amount, other than to note that her denim top made her medium-sized breasts look incredibly sexy.

I wore the garter outfit that very evening after dinner while I screwed Hollie. I came almost as soon as I was inside her. It felt like I would cum forever. I've since thought about that night and how horny I was and how incredible the sex was. Was it the garter outfit that made the difference? Maybe. But sex with Hollie was always something incredible. That's just how it was.