MY HUSBAND, MY WIFE
Jennifer Bowman 2002
CHAPTER 1
I'd been going out with Stephen for just over six months. Everything was going well; we enjoyed each others company, the sex was good - well, great - and I was on the point of using the "L" word, but I was a bit nervous, and reluctant to tell him how I felt. I couldn't help wondering if he felt the same way. As far as I was concerned there was only one thing missing; I hadn't yet been successful in getting him into a dress.
It wasn't that I wasn't trying; it just seemed that the appropriate moment hadn't come. There wasn't a lot of point in saying "Oh, by the way. I want you to wear a dress". The "L" word notwithstanding, I suspect he would have run... and run... and run.
There wasn't really any rush, either, except.... Nine of my girlfriends and I were each putting into a pool $50 month with a competition at the end of the year, winner take all with the $6,000 to spend as we liked. The competition was to be decided at someone's home with the ten of us, and our partners, as competitors, and guests and audience. The function was to be catered with the caterers supplying an all female staff. After dinner, they too would form part of the audience.
The major requirement of the competition was that the contestants were couples - male and female - and the female had, prior to the competition, to train the male first, to be a female (or as close as possible) and second, the two of them were to put on a show in front of the other guests. Each couple had to put on the same show as the others with points being added or subtracted according to the male's performance. The female was only part of the "floorshow" in as much as she helped the male achieve peak performance. We, all the girls, had discussed and agreed on what the guys had to do: the guys didn't know a thing.
Getting Stephen into a dress was the first part of the training; the next part was keeping him there.
As it turned out I needn't have worried. Quite by accident the perfect moment came as we were stopped at traffic lights.
People were walking across the road and I noticed Stephen was watching them closely.
"Fancy the girls, do you?" I asked him.
He laughed. "No, just fascinated by the clothes everyone is wearing. Here we are in the middle of summer, the girls are wearing lightweight dresses or skirts and blouses. Most of the tops don't have sleeves and most of them are low cut, all the better to catch the breeze and stay cool. The guys on the other hand... well, most are wearing jackets and shirt and ties, all the better to try and convince themselves they're important because they're wearing suits and all they're really doing is proving to everyone that they're dorks. They'd rather try and look important than be cool. It's another way in which women are smarter than men. It's a pity society tells us we have to wear a uniform - dresses for the women and suits for the men - because, well, wouldn't it be great if we could all dress the way we wanted, and to suit the weather."
"Does that mean you'd wear a dress?"
"Yeah, maybe" he said as he drove off. "Why not? After all it's just clothes. And I'd certainly be cool in the summer. Society says it's OK for women to wear pants, but it's not OK for guys to wear a dress. How fair is that? By the way" he said, cleverly changing the subject, "I thought I'd get some Thai food and come around tonight. OK for you?"
"And a bottle of that white wine we had last week. You never know, we might get lucky".
"Mmmmmm" he said as he stopped the car and I got out. "Sevenish, OK?"
"Done".
That night, as Stephen was finishing washing the dishes, I went into the bedroom and looked through my clothes. I found the dress I was looking for and laid it on the bed.
"Honey" I said. "I've got a surprise for you".
"We're getting lucky?"
"Probably, but not yet. And that's not the surprise, this is" I said, holding up the dress. "For you".
He blushed a deep red. "Me and my big mouth. I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"
"Of course you do. I won't mind if you chicken out".
"Yeah, but I will. You'd never forgive me if I didn't put my money where my mouth is.... or in this case, take my foot out of my mouth and put on the dress". And with that he took off his clothes.
I was watching carefully as he disrobed and I wasn't disappointed. His dick was fully erect and a deep maroon color. Blood red, I guess you could say. Pulsing, too. I love that in a man.
"Turn around and let me do you up" I said, ignoring his erection. "Now.... how does that feel?"
"Well, apart from the embarrassment factor, not bad".
"And you don't look too bad either", I said. "You need a bit up top to fill out the dress, and your legs are too hairy, but apart from that...." and with that I kissed him and pulled him down on the bed on top of me. "Is that an erection I feel in your dress or are you just pleased to see me?" I asked as I grabbed it. "My, my. You are a big girl. What a big clit you have" I said into his mouth. "I think you'll make a beautiful woman. Oh God, make love with me, Sandra. Fuck me with your beautiful clit, empty your balls into me. I've fantasised for months about you dressed as a woman and we meet in a restaurant and you take me home and we make love and I think you're a woman and then I get a surprise, a very wonderful surprise. My lesbian lover has a cock" and with that I went down on him. And he returned the favor and we enjoyed each other and caressed each other and then, finally it was time and then I started and then Sandra started and I controlled myself and slowly and so did she and slowly and then faster and faster and then together, together, ugh ugh ugh and faster and together ughhhhhhhhhhhh and thennnnnnnnn ittttttttttt waaaaaaaaaaas overrrrrrrrrr and ohhh my god; oh my god oh can we do that againnnnnnnn pleaseeeeeeeee. Oh my godddddddddd.
"If that's what happens when I wear a dress, why didn't you get me into one earlier. Oh boy. Do you mind if I put on that dress whenever I come over?" Stephen asked.
I was amazed. I thought I might have trouble getting him into a dress, but it couldn't have been easier. I wondered how easy the next part would be.
"I think that's a great idea. But I'm going to call you Sandra whenever you're wearing it. In fact, I think you should have one, no two of your own so you don't have to use the same one all the time. And that way I can still wear that one whenever I want. The size was right; we'll go shopping on the weekend. Oh this is great, this is going to be fun."
And with that I turned out the light, started stroking his beautiful cock and we went to sleep.
MY HUSBAND, MY WIFE
Jennifer Bowman 2002
CHAPTER 2
The following morning there wasn't time to talk about the previous night. We'd slept in and there was much rushing about trying to get to work on time.
Mid morning I got a phone call from Stephen. "Hi Jen. This is Sandra" he said and suggested he come over that night for a reprise and I thought "Hmmmmmmmm. Maybe the next part is going to be easy" but I didn't say anything, just went shopping at lunchtime.
That night I told him I had a surprise for him and after dinner presented him with two parcels.
Inside one was a light weight summer dress for day wear; knee length with a self belt and a shirtmaker top, in a beautiful lemony-yellow color. With a sun-tan he'd, no she'd look great.
The other parcel contained a black cocktail dress with a thigh high hem, straight skirt, slightly loose blouse top with a discreet cleavage split.
"Try them on" I said and he did, and once again his penis was engorged; blood red and throbbing. Oh yes, he did like the idea of wearing dresses.
He couldn't get the smile off his face when he put on the black number and his cock pushed the fabric way out in front.
"I was afraid of that...." I said ".... so I bought you some other things" and once again gave him a parcel.
When he saw what was inside - a black lacy push-up bra, a black thong, garter belt and stockings - he said "Now wait a minute....".
"No, you wait a minute. You're the one that wanted to wear a dress and you love it, too. So in the interests of authenticity you have to wear the others. It's not negotiable, I'm afraid. Besides, the thong will help keep your cock in control and if it doesn't we'll get you some control briefs."
I could see him thinking "What if...." but he could also see the look on my face and he decided not to call my bluff, which was good, because I wasn't bluffing.
After a long pause where we both waited for the other to speak, I finally said "Let me help you with the bra" and I lengthened the shoulder straps and gave her back the bra. "It's just as well you did some weight training when you were younger, your pecs will fit nicely into the cups. Lean forward a little so they fit in easily..... Now the thong.... you'll have to push your balls into your body and your cock between you legs. No, wait. You'll never get it on with that cock like that. Come with me and let me get it down. We could go into the bathroom and get under a cold shower or..... I.... could....." and I started to stroke it ".... help.... you..... What would you like to do? Cold shower?"
And with that we were on the bed. "Show me what you do when you're alone" I said so he started to stroke it.... fast. "Hey, slowly, slowly, slow down. Keep going like that and it'll be over before you start enjoying yourself. Let me tell you what to do". So together we worked on his cock, sometimes fast, sometimes slow and it was always me that stroked him fast but only for three or four strokes and it was always him that stroked it slowly and always for many many more strokes than three or four. And while he was stroking his cock I was stroking his balls, filling them, filling them, for this was the start of his training for the competition, and he stroked his cock and I stroked his cock and I stroked his balls and then it was time and he started getting faster and I had a stroke and then he had a stroke and he stayed stroking while I worked his balls, really gave them a good working, pulling them away from his body, keeping the rhythm with my pulling his balls with the rhythm he had on his cock and his body was heaving and his balls were big, his balls were huge and still he stroked and his breathing was getting ragged and he was moaning and still I worked his balls and still he worked his cock and then, and then he was coming, in great, wonderful spurts and he kept coming and he kept spurting and he kept stroking and I kept pulling his balls and finally it was over and slowly he stopped and slowly I stopped and gradually his breathing returned to normal and his cock subsided and he was covered with semen and I started to collect it on my finger and started to feed it to him and he opened his mouth and sucked my finger greedily and said "More, more, I want more" and started to stroke himself again and I said "Hush, baby, there's plenty here, more than enough for dinner and breakfast too" and kept feeding him and kept feeding him and finally we both relaxed.
"I think you're ready now to put on your thong".
He grinned. "You're not wrong" he said, and then "Will you show me how to put on the garter belt and stockings?" So I did and he put the black dress back on and he looked so much better.
"Tomorrow I'll get you a couple of small foam inserts for your bra. They'll help give you a much better cleavage. But overall, considering this is just the first day, not bad".
"First day. What do you mean, first day?"
"Well your legs need a shave or a wax or something and your bikini line definitely needs a wax and you need some makeup and a wig until your hair grows and your nails need a manicure then some polish, pink perhaps, no probably red, and you need some high heels, so yes, definitely first day".
"But why do I need to wear all that if I'm only wearing a dress here? It's not as if I was going into town dressed as a girl. Wait a minute. What am I saying."
I couldn't help giggling and fortunately Stephen saw the funny side too. "I hear what you're saying sweetheart, but I just want you to look beautiful for me. Do you remember what I said last night? That I fantasised about you in a dress? Well it's true. I do fantasise about you, both in and out of a dress. I love you and I want us to live together and I want you to be my wonderful girlfriend with a beautiful cock. And I don't want to share you, I just want Stephen and Sandra to live with me and we can have such a beautiful life together the three of us".
And then I ran out of breath and I realised I'd told Stephen I loved him and I wanted him to be a girl as well as a guy.
There was a long pause, and then he said "Sweetheart, I didn't know you loved me. I've loved you almost from the first moment I saw you but I didn't say anything because I thought you could have any guy you wanted. But you love me too. Wow. Yes, I'll wear the undies and the shoes and the make-up and whatever else you want. I want us to be happy together too. And yes, I think it would be great if Sandra joined us and lived with us."
I sighed in relief and then I wondered what he would say when he learned about some of the games we would compete in. I didn't think he'd be happy. And then I had a thought.
"You remember when you were stroking yourself and I said you were going too fast? And when I told you to slow down you did and you slowed right down and I helped you and you reaaaalllly enjoyed yourself?"
"Wow, did I".
"Well, what about if I take control of your cock and balls and tell you what to do and when to do it?"
His smile was soooo biiiig. "I've always wanted a woman to tell me what to do with my dick. Wow. Yeah, that's great".
"OK, then if I'm going to tell you what to do, you have to do it when I say. OK?"
"OK!"
"And therefore you should call me mistress and, as I said before, I'll call you Sandra. Is that OK.... Sandra?"
"Yes, Jen. That's great".
"I beg your pardon. Who.... is.... Jen?"
He looked at me in amazement and then the penny dropped.
"I'm sorry mistress. Yes, that's great mistress."
"Good. Any more transgressions and you shall be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes mistress, that's clear."
"Good. Now, Sandra, leave your dress on and let's go to bed and you can lick me. I want to come at least four times. And I hope your tongue is working properly because I feel as if I want you to keep licking me until breakfast tomorrow. Oh, and by the way, I've made an appointment for you for Saturday to see a friend of mine for a full body wax. Have the wax done before you come here".
"Yes Mistress".
Good girl.
MY HUSBAND, MY WIFE
Jennifer Bowman 2002
CHAPTER 3
On Saturday Sandra arrived for her wax to be greeted by my friend Margo.
"Hi, I'm Stephen. I'm here for a wax".
"Oh, hi Sandra, Jenny said you'd be in. Come in here and take your clothes off and I'll be back in just a minute".
On her return, Phillip asked how she knew about Sandra.
"Oh, Jenny and I go way back. She helped me train my Ron to become Julie and so I decided to help her if she ever needed it. She told me the other day about Sandra and here you are. Now.... let's look at you. What are we taking off?"
And with that she walked behind Sandra and ran her hands over Sandra back. "Well, the back hair has to go, and the legs....." and she ran her hands lightly up the inside of Sandra's thighs. "Bend over...." and she cupped Sandra's balls in her hands and started to stroke ".... and these, yes definitely, these have to be fixed....." and be now Sandra was breathing quite hard. "And.... what have we here? Oh, my...., oh what a large clit you have". And with the other hand she stoked Sandra's cock, slowly, oh so slowly.
"Oh, God, I could do this all day...." Margo said ".... but if I do you won't get waxed and then you'll come and Jenny won't be at all happy with me, so we better stop. Turn around and let me look at your front....... oh, yeeeeessssss." Margo shuddered as she pulled her eyes away from Sandra's cock. "Your chest hair has got to go...." she said as she tweaked Sandra's nipples, ".... and under your arms..... I'm just going to take off everything from your neck down. But first...." and she stroked Sandra's balls and cock again. "Now I want you to stay hard for me; I want you as hard at the end of the session as you are now. If you're going to be good for Jen you have learn to be hard all the time. Now lie on your tummy and I'll start with your back".
She finished Sandra's legs and, putting her fingers between Sandra's legs, started teasing her balls. Immediately Sandra started moaning and lifted her body off the table so that Margo could more easily access her target. Her fingers continued to tease Sandra's balls and the other hand went further between Sandra's legs to her cock; Margo started to stroke this, too. And then Sandra started to move into Margo's hand and Margo stopped the cock and ball stroking and started stroking Sandra's bum and then spread her cheeks and started caressing her opening. And then, once again Margo stroked Sandra's cock and....
"You're leaking. We can't go any further. Jenny won't be at all happy with me if I let you come. Roll over and let me work on your front".
And so the torture continued with Margo stripping off the hair on one leg and then soothing the pain with some cock and ball teasing and then saying, "No more or you'll come" and then working on the other leg and then her chest and then her stomach all the while alternating between the waxing and the teasing and then the hair was removed from Sandra's balls and cock and there was no teasing at all. And then a light smack on the leg and Margo said
"You're finished now, you can get dressed. Oh, just a minute, I need you on the table on your knees".
As Sally did as she was told, Margo went behind her and reached between Sandra's legs and felt her bald parts. "Oh, yes. Just the way I like men. Bald and hard". And she gave Sandra's balls a very hard squeeze.
"All finished now, off you go. I'm sure we'll see each other again and next time, if it's OK with Jen, you can lick me. But don't tell my husband Julie, she does get so jealous. 'Bye Sandra, you're going to be a beautiful girl, and Jenny will be so proud of you".
MY HUSBAND, MY WIFE
Jennifer Bowman 2002
CHAPTER 4
On her return I checked with Sandra how everything had gone and she asked me what Margo had meant when she said "I'm going to be a beautiful girl".
"Oh, that's Margo having a bit of fun" I said. "Don't worry about it". Sandra looked relieved. "We've got some time left; let's go and get you some wigs and then we can come home and I'll teach you how to put on makeup and do your nails and then we can play."
The slow smile on Sandra's face was a joy to behold.
That evening, after dinner, I suggested she change into her black evening dress and see which wig she liked best with that dress. She could choose from a short blond one or one with the hair longer and with a reddish tint. She chose the red tint wig and I told her to sit while I showed her how to do her makeup and nails.
"And now it's time for games" I said. "Remember you agreed to do whatever I said? Well, take off your nickers and stand over there".
Taking a rope used in sailing I tied her hands to a cupboard behind her then did the same thing to her legs, making sure I spread her legs at the same time.
"Now for the fun bit" I said. "I'm going to put the ball stretcher around your balls.... and now I'm going to clip this bucket to the stretcher - don't worry, it's only a little one, like golfers use to carry sand in - and then I'm going to add some water, to give it a bit of weight. How's that? Doesn't that feel good! And in a little while I'll come back and add some more water to the bucket and then a little later some more water. How much do you think your balls can carry?"
And incredibly, her cock was, once again, rigid and, seemingly, getting more rigid.
"And if you're a good girl, I might even stroke you later."
I turned as I left the room. "And then again.... maybe not. Oh, what the hell, why not now?" and I started working on her cock while the bucket swung wildly between her legs. She started to whimper "Mistress.... Mistress...." - was it my ministrations to her cock or the weight of the bucket - and I said "Hush my beautiful, you should be loving me stroking your beautiful cock. I know I certainly love stroking you, especially when you're dripping as you are now. And because I've been good to you, I expect you to be good to me. Know what I mean?"
"Yes, Mistress".
"Good girl" and I left the room.
MY HUSBAND, MY WIFE
Jennifer Bowman 2002
CHAPTER 5
The following week I told Sandra she was going to have to sit while she peed and to make sure that happened, she had to go to work with her balls pushed into their cavity and her sack and cock taped to keep everything in place - between her legs. "Oh, and I'm going to get your secretary to keep an eye on you. Whenever you want to go to the loo you're to tell Katie and she'll go into your private bathroom with you and see that everything is still taped in place both before and after you pee. And I'm going to ask her to stay and watch you to make sure you don't undo the tape and then pee and then do it up again. Katie will be the keeper of the tape and if it needs to be redone, then she will do it...... Oh, and I'll tell her she can have a feel of you if she wants but she'll have to make sure the tape is on when she's finished otherwise you'll go and pull yourself. And that's not on. It's my cock and I'll tell you when you can, or if you can come. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress".
"And it Kate or any of the other women want you to lick them, you'll do it. Won't you?
"Yes, Mistress".
Oh this is so good. Sandra is just so obedient.
And so the days and weeks passed and although Sandra was having her cock and balls massaged by both Katie and me, she wasn't having any luck in emptying them. And soon it was time to tell Sandra about the competition. I wasn't sure what to say and then decided it didn't really matter, she would go with whatever I said.
"Sweetheart. We're having some friends here for dinner and a show on Saturday week and I want to buy you a special gown so you'll look your best. And some other clothes because we'll both be part of the entertainment and we both have to look right for the show".
"Having some friends here? You want me to wear a dress? What will they say? And what's the entertainment? What do I have to do?"
"Don't worry about the guests. It'll be all girls. Well, half will be real girls and the other half will be girls like you; girls with that little bit extra. You remember Margo from the beauty salon who did your waxing? She and her Julie are coming too " and I gave her cock a squeeze. "And the food will be organised by an all female catering crew so all we have to do is look beautiful."
"But the entertainment. What about the entertainment? You said we'll be part of the entertainment. What are we doing?"
"Don't worry sweety. Just be natural and follow my lead. But the first part will be a fashion parade. But more than anything else, it's about having fun".
We went shopping and bought some beautiful lace lingerie, a bikini and two beautiful new gowns for Sandra. And I told her she was to be one of the models in the parade - all the models would be the girls like her - and helped her learn to walk properly and stand properly on the catwalk. I'd taught her about female mannerisms - the way we walk and stand and sit - but that's not quite the same as being a catwalk mannequin.
I got her to have her wigs cleaned and styled - her hair was growing, but it wasn't yet long enough for her not to wear a wig - and I arranged for two makeup artists to come and makeup both our faces.
And finally the big day arrived.
We were up early, not because we had much to do, but because nervous energy wouldn't let us sleep any longer. The set builders and decorators arrived and while they got to work we had a late breakfast and read the papers. Later we went to the movies and did all the things people do when time is on their hands. Sandra seemed OK, no more nervous than me, but I thought she probably was because I knew what the entertainment was and she didn't. Fear of the unknown can be a powerful enemy.
The cleaners arrived and then the caterers and I must say the house looked fabulous. Some of the caterers were so gorgeous they looked like they, too, might have been models. They were not, just really beautiful young women. I wondered how many of them had boyfriends who were also their girlfriends, or husbands who were also wives. And I wondered, after tonight's show, how many of them would decide to train their men - to become women.
Sandra had been for another full wax three days before and as expected Margo gave her cock and balls another good working over. It had been, probably, close to six months since Sandra had climaxed and I didn't know how she was holding up. But her reward was fast approaching.
We both went to the bathroom to prepare ourselves - shave and shower and so on and then, with us both in our underwear, the makeup ladies arrived. Sandra had an erection and her cock was peeping through her nickers. After their initial surprise, both makeup ladies wanted to know if they could do Sandra's makeup while sitting on her cock. "Bit cheeky" I thought, asking Sandra's girlfriend if they could use Sandra's cock. I turned them down. "But you can stay for the show if you wish" I told them. "There'll be a few surprises".
Just a little over an hour later, with our faces, finger and toe nails fixed and Sandra wearing her blonde wig, we dressed, ready to welcome our guests.
Soon we were mingling with all the real women complementing each other on how well they had trained their women like Sandra. It was difficult to tell the real from the unreal.
Dinner was a success and then it was time for the parade, the first part of the competition, to start.
Usually, in many fashion parades, evening wear is last. However, in planning this function, we had decided to have swimwear first so we, and the judges could see how well the jewels had been tucked away, then evening wear, to see how quickly the girls could change then day wear and underwear. We were finishing with underwear so that the models would be wearing almost nothing when it came time for the major event.
As hostess, it was my role to introduce each of the models and as joint hostess, Sandra was to be last on the catwalk.
The swimwear parade went off with not too much enthusiasm from the sudience, although there were some wolf whistles - I think everyone wanted the parade to pass quickly so we could get to the main event - and we were then into the evening wear section.
Although I was with Sandra when she bought it I hadn't seen her in this gown since. She made her entrance and the light conversation that had been happening whilst all the other models paraded, suddenly stopped. There was this massive silence, and my heart almost stopped in fright - did they know something I didn't? - and then the place erupted into wild, frantic applause with some of the caterers giving Sandra wolf whistles. I, too, was stunned. She had changed wigs and was now wearing the darker wig with the hair in a French roll. I suspect the makeup had been changed, too, because it now seemed to be almost like that of a dancer or showgirl from one of the big theatrical shows. I realised, too, that she had also put some sort of browning cream or lotion on her arms and legs.
And the gown..... It looked like she had been poured into it. It was black, knee length at the back with the front skirt scooped into a centre split that went so high that it showed just a tease of black knickers as she walked. The spilt was trimmed in a self fabric in a soft drape which somehow accentuated the sexiness of both the gown and the model.
The blouse, too was black, the bodice going over one shoulder and draping, gently, across the chest and above the breast to finish just under the arm. To take away the severity of the black, Sandra had tied a pale green silk chiffon scarf around her waist with the end pointing suggestively toward her crutch.
On her legs she wore the sheerest stockings and her feet were inside strappy sandals in the same color as the waist scarf. She had a beautiful diamant‚ bracelet around her wrist and a matching necklace and ear rings. She looked magnificent, and it wasn't only me that thought so; the audience thought so too, with someone, I think one of the caterers, calling out "I wish you were mine". And that brought a laugh from the audience and a big grin to Sandra as she stood at the end of the walkway, resting on one hip, with her legs suggestively open. Those sitting at the end of the catwalk would have had an interesting view. And then she turned and walking back to the change room, swinging her hips provocatively as she walked. If I hadn't known she wasn't a real girl, I most certainly would have thought she was real, and, had I been a guy, I would have been all over her.
The next garment was day wear and that was followed by underwear. This latter was greeted with more enthusiasm than either swimwear or day wear, and it wasn't until Sandra appeared again, that the audience once again quietened, once again roaring in appreciation when, at the end of the catwalk, she once again stopped and this time opened her legs so that her cock and balls dropped through the crotchless nickers. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this the same Sandra who, all those months ago, didn't seem at all excited by the idea of idea of becoming a woman? Wearing dresses, OK, but all the rest of it? Maybe she was one of those people, mainly actors, who are uncomfortable as themselves, but become someone else with great ease.
I shook myself, more to come back to normal than anything else and then introduced the final section.
"Ladies" I said. "The next section of our competition is to see how well those of us competing have trained our.... ah.... trainees. None of them know what is in store for them so if we have all done our job properly, our trainees will do as they are told when they are told. The better they are at obeying, and the better they at performing, the higher the score. And the high score wins. There is no second place, judges decision final, and you are all judges. So.... on with the show."
Once again the other contestants went on before Sandra and by the time she appeared, tension was high. How would she perform? All the other competitors had been excellent, but would her performance be good enough to win? We did have the two appearances on the catwalk to help us, and although I didn't know the scores, I imagined that, with the crowd applause in both the evening wear and underwear sections, we at least had a chance.
Sandra walked on, wearing the same costume as she had for the underwear section: lace push up bra, garter belt, stockings, high heels and the crotchless nickers, again with her cock and balls hanging through.
The first part of the competition was undressing, how gracefully she did this and, from the earlier contestants, she knew this was what she had to do first. But I stopped her and said "Just take off your bra and knickers, leave the rest on. It looks so much more sexy". I wondered if I had made the right choice and when I heard light applause I figured at least some appreciated my decision.
When she had taken off her bra and knickers, Sandra came and stood in front of me. The first test was how fast she could get an erection. She couldn't start before I touched her otherwise she would lose points instead of winning them, so to show how well I had trained her I put my hand under her balls, not quite touching them. I noticed, too, that the bag was very tight. I hoped she didn't have any unnecessary discharge which would instantly disqualify her - and me. We had a judge on the stage and she was keeping a close eye on what was happening. I left my hand in position, then quite slowly lifted my index finger and gently scraped the nail along her balls. Instantly she was erect, hard and throbbing.
"Jesus" I heard the onstage judge say in awe.
The next section was weight lifting. I put the ball stretcher on her with some difficulty as Sandra's balls were so large and tight and then got her to squat while I attached a one pound weight to the ball stretcher. She had to stand and lift the weight with her balls and stand with her legs perfectly straight for fifteen seconds and then lower the weight to the ground. This continued until she either couldn't lift the weight or couldn't hold her legs straight for fifteen seconds. The highest weight she had successfully lifted, in pounds and ounces, would be the score. I was pleased when she was able to lift considerably more than anyone else.
The next item wasn't a competition event, more a demonstration event and we could each choose what we wanted to demonstrate. I decided to introduce Sandra to the joys of strap on sex; it was to be her first time and it would be in front of an audience. Although it wouldn't be judged, I wanted a successful demonstration to, hopefully, sway the judges. It was also a way of using the cock of the strap on to massage her prostate and put more liquid into her balls.
I suspect she wasn't too sure when she saw me strapping on the cock but she surprised me greatly; as soon as she saw the cock she was on her knees, licking her lips. Had she done this before? Had she fantasised about this? Maybe she'd watched too many porno videos, but I wasn't about to ask her now. Just suck it. And she did. I was amazed; licking under the head, sucking the end, rubbing her lips along one side then the other, stroking it with both her hands, then deep throating it. It was a wonderful performance and I wondered what it would have been like to have been real and to have been the guy on the end of the sucking.
And then it was time for me to get into the saddle. I bent her over the table and covered her arse liberally with grease and then, slowly oh so slowly entered her. Momentarily she was tight, and then I was in. I moved slowly for a time, to let her used to the thrusting and then she was pushing back as I was thrusting forward. I tried to stop her thrusting back on me because I wanted to use the rubber cock to massage her prostate, but she definitely wanted that cock. By now, in fact, she was thrusting back and I was just standing there, standing motionless, providing the cock and letting Sandra do all the work. Her noises were getting quite throaty, a soft growl that turned into a whimper and I judged that it was time for the last event.
I reached under her and stroked her balls and the intake of breath was a joy to hear.
She was definitely close, but there was still a way to go.
I pulled out and stood her up and turned her to me and lined up her toes on a painted line on the stage and got to work on her beautiful cock and balls. I don't think I have ever seen balls so swollen or a cock so hard.
I ran my nails slowly along her cock and onto her balls and squeezed, once, with some vigour. She squealed with pain and ecstasy and thrust forward, aiming her cock at a mouth or a hand or a pussy that wasn't there. I gripped her balls again, and pulled down hard and kept pulling and then, with the other hand I started stroking. It was like a piece of steel or wood - hardwood and as I slowly stroked, she started to thrust and soon we had developed a rhythm.
I was quiet horny by this time because I hadn't been fucked for some months. Sure, we'd fooled around, and Sandra had licked me and I had masturbated, but I hadn't wanted to encourage Sandra to use her dick because I wanted her to be at her peak tonight. But I knew that whatever happened here, Sandra was going to have to get it up again later tonight so she could give me what I hadn't had for so long.
And then gradually I was getting faster and she was getting faster and the audience was quiet and two of the judges came onto the stage and still I stroked, and still she thrust and faster and faster we went and quieter and quieter became the audience and then she was sucking great gulps of air and I knew she was close and faster I pumped and faster she thrust and finally, finally, with a great screaming roar she spurted onto the paper we had laid on the floor and still I pumped and still she spurted and still and still and the judges were watching and the audience was mesmerised and finally she slowed and then I slowed and finally she was empty and finally she was dry and there was nothing more to get and there was nothing more for her to give and slowly she sank to her knees then lay on her side as her breathing calmed and she recovered and the audience cheered and whistled and applauded.
The judges checked that her toes hadn't moved onto the wrong side of the line and then measured from the line to the place where the first shot landed. And then they measured each of the spurts and the number of the spurts and converted it all to points.
I helped her to her feet, then helped her to the dressing room ans she showered and changed and dressed and we went out to join the guests. There were a few mild claps and smiles as we entered the room, but it seemed that most were stunned by our, or rather Sandra's performance.
We had coffee and liqueur and then finally the judges came out to present the results.
Although the winner took all the money we had each contributed, the judges decided there would be more suspense if they said "Third place goes to....." and the "Second place goes to ......" and then
"And the winner, by a margin of an incredible twenty seven points is....."
MY HUSBAND, MY WIFE
Jennifer Bowman 2002
CHAPTER 6
Stephen and I were married two weeks later at a small family ceremony in our local church. Apart from our families, we each had only two guests. My mum and dad are not that wealthy and, as tradition decrees that the bride's family pay for the wedding and the wedding breakfast, we decided on a small wedding to keep costs down.
Of course I wore a white bridal gown and Stephen wore black. I've always been curious as to why the bride wears white for purity and the groom wears black. I guess I'll never find out.
Stephen had to go interstate on business the following day so we put our honeymoon on hold. Eight weeks later Sandra and I were married at a ceremony conducted by a marriage celebrant who didn't seemed at all concerned that he was marrying two women.
"I know you and Stephen were married in the church a little while ago, so today's ceremony is really only a confirmation of those vows" he said. All our friends attended including some who had just learned about Sandra.
This time we both wore white bridal gowns and Sarah, who's hair had grown and was now shoulder length, looked fabulous. I was glad there were no guys there, because I thought they would be all over her.
During that eight week gap, Stephen had to go interstate on business and I didn't see him again until during the ceremony when Sandra and I were married. On her return her bust seemed fuller than I remembered and after the ceremony she told me she hadn't really been interstate, she'd had breast enhancement surgery; that was her wedding gift to me. She knew we both wanted Sandra to have female breasts and although she would have preferred to have gone onto hormones, she had implants so we could both continue to enjoy her cock.
When she told me what she had done, I burst into tears of happiness. Nobody had ever done anything so nice for me - ever.
We spent our prize money, all $6,000 of it, on a wonderful holiday on an island on Australia's Great Barrier Reef. One night we were chatted up by two sales representatives who were on a one night business stay over. We thanked them for their interest then Sarah said "Sorry guys, we're together" and took my hand. The look on their faces was one of amazement.
Each night we entertained each other with various of our toys and Sarah continued to do as she was told. I had trained her well. But I couldn't quite get out of my mind the vision of her sucking on the cock of the strap on during the night of our competition. I wondered if she would like to try a real one.... and then I wondered if I wanted her to.
And then I thought "Why not".