Makeover

{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

(c) 1998 by Vickie Tern

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