Story - TVDate

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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now.

My Date With Thomas Burns

Part One

Driving along the St Lawrence River, on the south side was beautiful at such an early hour. It was near the end of November. Most of the leaves had already left the trees. The sun was bright and the air was crisply clean. It was very cold out. We had already had two light snow falls, but fortunately, they had melted away. This day is a Saturday and it is around 9 am.

I was still shaking a bit. I had just crossed the international US and Canada border, with my car's trunk full of women's clothing. If they had decided to search my car, I would have had no reasonable explanation for the clothes. Who knows what kind of suspicions I may have been held on then.

It had been a very nerve wracking experience for me. I was still excited and kind of scared. But I was out for an adventure that I hoped would be the fulfillment of a life time fantasy. A possibility like this made all the tension I was suffering, well worth the gamble and the risks.

I am on my way to Ogdensburg, in New York state, to meet a, judging by the few photos that I have seen of him, a rather handsome young man. We have been corresponding with each other for over three years now. I knew his most secret fantasies and feelings, and he knew mine.

When I say we have been corresponding, what I actually mean is that I have written lots and lots of letters and stories, that I have sent to him. My boyfriend does not seem to like writing back very much though. He has not been really consistent in the way he responds.

But, what encourages me is that when he does chose to respond, he responds. For example, I had not heard from him for months. Then one day, I went to my mail box, and I found a package from him, in it. It contained two bras and two pairs of panties. The bras are 36C's. Both of them are very lacy, very beautiful and very feminine garments. One is blue and one is pink. I loved them and hurried home to try them on.

The panties are also beautiful. On pair is a brief style of blue silk. The other is a bikini style, white satin with delicate little flowers all over them, and delicate lace trim at the leg holes. I love the white ones because they are so ultra soft and sensuous. I love the feelings they give me when I wear them. I love the blue ones because I very much prefer brief styles. Both are a size 7, which are just a wee bit on the big side, but I very very much like them. I have worn them often.

In the package there was also a long hand written letter. Thomas has such beautiful hand writing. It is very flowing and feminine. In it, Thomas tells me a lot about himself. He is in his mid thirties now, and is single, a widower. He had been married to a beautiful woman who had died of cancer two years earlier. He lives alone and rents his own house. He is lonely. He desperately grieves the loss of his wife.

Thomas was a transvestite and his wife had very much encouraged his cross dressing transvestism, often buying him sexy clothes to wear. I could tell by the way that he wrote that he had loved her very very deeply. The lingerie that he had sent to me, was hers. Because I had some sense of what he had felt about her, I knew that sending these things to me was a very personal thing for him to do. I was deeply touched by this gesture.

What got me so excited was the fact that he wanted me to wear her things. I love wearing clothes that belong to other women, and if I can wear things that belong to a wife that is so loved by a man like Thomas, and be expected to do the things that she had done with and for him and to him, then in a sense, it was like Thomas was asking me to become his wife for a little while.

This whole idea thrilled me to no end. I could hardly wait.

I wrote him some stories and sent him some more letters, but I did not hear from him for a long time after that. But when I did, it was worth the waiting. He sent two pictures of himself to me. In one, he was laying on a bed, with a big erection in his hand. The look on his face seemed to be saying to me, "Come and get it, if you dare..." It looked like he was wearing a pair of white panties, but I could not tell for sure.

I was quite impressed however, that he seemed to have a really nice cock. Well, judging from the picture, I thought that it was nice, anyway. It was kind of thick and short, but it looked like I might be able to get the whole thing into my mouth all at once. When I looked at it, I almost felt myself crawling across the blankets of his bed, to suck it for him. Oh, how I wanted him at that moment. If he had lived next door to me, I would have been over there in a flash, to be his lady for him.

The other picture was also rather intriguing. It showed him standing up and holding it out as though he were presenting it to me. I wished that the picture had also shown me kneeling in front of him at that moment in time.

I knew that he wanted to meet a gentle feminine person who would understand about his other self, Meagan, and would appreciate her. I was that person. I had no problem with that, as long as I was always going to be considered to be the real girl in the relationship. If any one was going to wear the pants, it would be Thomas, most of the time. I thought that Thomas would always go along with that to.

He had seen one of my pictures in one of the TS Tapestry magazines, and had decided to write to me. I'd liked the way he had written and I responded. The idea of stepping into his wife's shoes, especially if it was the shoes of his real wife, and being able to be her, with her real husband, was always just such an exciting prospect for me. This was a temptation that I just did not have it within me to refuse.

I had sent him photocopies from TV magazines, showing all kinds of girls like me in all manner of sexual poses with their boyfriends. The ones that I had always liked the most were the ones showing the girls in various stages of sucking their guy's cocks. For some reason, the whole idea of being a girl, and of making oral love to a loving boyfriend's cock is just a terribly exciting idea for me, especially if what I am doing is being photographed.

I had asked Thomas if he would consent to taking photos of me in similar poses to the ones in the pictures that I had sent him. He'd said yes. I could hardly wait. I longed to see a picture of my girlified face, with my lips wrapped around his cock.

But, when he had written back, what had really turned my crank was the way he had written his last letter. I had memorized some of the wording.

"Dearest Debbie, when I finally get to meet you, I am going to give you the deepest french kiss that you have ever had... Debbie, I would also like very much to fuck you..."

I knew that he was a whole lot more of an aggressive kind of person than I was. In truth, that suited me very fine. As I tend to be on the submissive more demure side of the coin, personality wise, I need a strong manly type to compliment my character.

I knew that he had Meagan in him to, but from all that I had seen, he had impressed me as being more on the manly than the womanly type of person. He was not like me. I was more of a womanly demeanor that he was. But, I knew that his Meagan would influence him to be gentle with me.

I wanted him to kiss me and to kiss me and to kiss me.

I had never been fucked, and the whole idea of having a cock enter me like that really scared me silly. From all that I had read about it, there would be a great deal of pain involved in getting fucked.

Also there was the fact that I knew, from his pictures, that his cock was quite thick. It was not small. I had decided however, that if I was really going to walk in his wife's shoes, as I had hoped to, that since he had been able to fuck his wife, that I should also be like her, and be willing to receive him in that way also. I just hoped that he would not ram himself into me and rip me apart. I hate even the idea of suffering pain. I wanted him to make very gentle love to me. I hoped that his Meagan part of his personality would make him sensitive to that need that I would have.

Now, it had come time to finally meet him in person.

When I arrived in Ogdensburg, I drove around the area to find out where his house was located. The instructions that he had given me were pretty good. Once I had found the hospital, I was able to find his house without too much difficulty. Then I went back out to Highway 37 to find a motel.

I knew that I could have changed at Thomas' house, but I wanted for our relationship to be strictly on a boyfriend-girlfriend foundation. I never wanted him to see me as a guy, if I could help it. I only wanted for him to think of me in terms of being a feminine person.

After I checked into the motel, which was great, with a fantastic view of the St. Lawrence river, I went to the car and brought all of my clothes in. I brought them all into the room, because I had still not determined what I was going to wear to meet my boyfriend in. I really hoped that he would think that I was as attractive as a woman, as I thought that I was.

He had already agreed, that for our first meeting, that he would be the guy. I had seen a male picture of him, so I knew that he was about 5' 8" tall and that he had thick black hair and wore gold rimmed glasses. He had an intelligent face, from the photos that I had seen. I knew that I would have to look up if I was in my nylons, to see into his eyes. In fact, I'd even have to look up when I was in my heels to. That thought pleased me to.

If he did not shave closely, he would also have a black shadow. I sensed that he might be a kind of outdoorsy type, and would probably be most comfortable in hunting jackets and blue jeans. Thomas would prefer to dress like that, anyway. Meagan would be a very different story, I knew.

I busied myself by unpacking some of the outfits that were in the large box. Then I went in to look at the bathroom. It was pleasant and clean, so I decided to take a bubble bath. I poured nearly half a box of Calgon into the water before settling in to soak in it.

I had shaved my face very closely that morning, but I shaved again, just to be extra soft. I did not want him to feel like he was kissing a guy, after all. I just wished that I could have shaved my legs as well, but that option was out of the question for me. After I had soaked long enough to let the Calgon make my skin soft and sensitive, I dried off carefully.

Back in the outer room, I dumped the contents of my purse onto the vanity desk. Fortunately, it was well lighted. Then I dumped the contents of an overnight bag in which I kept all of my lingerie in, onto the bed.

I picked up the boned waist nipper. It would take my 32" waist down to 29". I placed it around my waist and began to pull at the front lacing till I was satisfied. It was too tight, but, I loved the feel of the constriction. I knew that it would make me look sexier to Thomas, so it was worth the discomfort. I sat on the bed and pulled on the white nylon stockings with their pretty lace tops up my legs, and attached them to the garter tabs of my corsetting.

I selected to wear the blue panties that Thomas had sent me. I had never met his very feminine wife, but I certainly had enjoyed getting into her pants many times. I knew the likelihood was also very great, that while I was wearing his wife's panties, that he'd probably be getting into my pants to.

I also chose the blue lace bra. I put the straps over my arms and did up the little front catch. For breasts, I used home made tits. They consisted of sandwich bags that I had poured two cups of a thick shampoo into. They would take the shape of the bra when they were inserted into the cups. They would also jiggle if I moved suddenly, making them look like real breasts.

I then stepped into the white shoes with three and a half inch heels. I liked these shoes and found them to be quite comfortable, if I did not stand for too long a time in them. I decided to wear my white full slip. It was the longest one of my full slips, and as I had pretty well decided to wear my more conservatively long, (2" below the knee length) pleated skirt I wanted to feel the fullness of a longer slip caressing my nyloned thighs. Once I had pulled it on over my head, I sat at the makeup desk to start to work on my face.

I began with my foundation cream. I smoothed it into my skin till my entire face and neck were covered with it. It hid all the little rough areas that are common to a masculine face. Next, I lightly dusted the same area with powder from my compact. The compact powder smoothed my face and made it look like it was soft feminine skin. This whole procedure took all of fifteen minutes, because I did it carefully. I wanted to impress Thomas.

I had never had much success with mascara, so I decided to use false eye lashes. But first, it was time to do my eye shadowing and eye lining.

With a soft black pencil, I drew a very thin line along the bottoms of my eyes on both sides, as close as I could get to the eye, without hurting myself. I have seen lots of girls who actually look kind of pretty with thick black lines under their eyes, but I do not like that look, myself.

Then I used the pencil to make a darker line on the tops, but only on the inside corners. This line went for maybe a quarter of an inch. If I drew it all the way across, my eyes looked too small. I covered the lower lids with a dark blue shadow, and the upper lids with a light blue shadow. Once I was satisfied, which meant I had made three attempts, I then glued my eye lashes on.

When that is done, and I was satisfied with the appearance, I turn my attention to the blusher. I use a light rose pink. I do not like such a light color for blusher, but it is the color that looks best on me. I highlight my cheeks then I apply a bit to the sides of my nose and under my chin. That makes these areas look a bit smaller than they actually are.

Next it is time to do my lipstick. I think that my lips are too small for my face, but we have to go with what we have, right? I take the pink liner and outline my lips. When I have achieved the poutiest look that I can, I fill it in with my lipstick.

Now it is time to get myself all dressed up, to go and meet my boyfriend. It makes me kind of giddy to think of myself as having a boyfriend. I smile at the mirror and tell myself, "Girl... you are going to make that man one very happy dude today... Hey, and he is going to make you into one very happy little lady to..."

The first thing that I do then, is to kick off my shoes and step into my high heeled, knee high leather boots. I really love these boots. They have small three and a half inch heels on them, and I love the way my feet arch in them. I like the boots for a couple of other reasons to. One is because it is so cold out today. Another reason is that because I am not able to shave my legs, they hide my leg hair.

They zipper up the insides of my legs. I know darn well that if I had bought them in a store that I would have paid about $60.00 for them. I paid only $3.00 at a good will store. I buy most of my clothes at the good will stores, because I like knowing that real women have worn them in real life situations before me. It makes me feel somehow more feminine to be wearing clothes that have already been worn by real women.

Once my boots are on, I slip the soft long sleeves of my silky biege colored blouse up my arms. I do the buttons at the cuffs, then button it up the front. It has a lower V shaped neck, which is lower than I like, so I gather the collar together and fasten a delicate little brooch about two inches above the top button. I am satisfied with it.

I pick up the black pleated skirt and step into it. It has an elastic waist band to it, but I will wear a belt with it anyway. I love the way this full skirt swirls out and around my knees and thighs when I walk. This is one of my favorite skirts.

I wrap a two inch wide black leather belt around my waist and cinch it tightly. I know that this will emphasize my smaller waist and make my hips look wider. I can not stop myself from admiring my reflection in the mirror. I feel so womanly at the moment, especially because I am going to meet with my boyfriend. I hope that my Thomas thinks that I am womanly looking to.

Next, I lovingly take my wig out of it's box. It is a shoulder length ash brown wig. The back of it curls under, sort of like a page boy, and in the front it curls out, towards my chin. It also has small bangs. Once I have it on, I use my wig pick and pick at it till I am satisfied with the look and style. I really like the looks of this wig.

I slide my arms into the sleeves of my red blazer and adjust the shoulders till they are comfortable.. I am almost ready for my date with my new husband. I spritz on perfume, at my temples, wrists, ankles and neck. Since I expect that there will be some activity under my skirt as well, I even decide to spritz some onto the front of my panties.

The only thing remaining, is to do my nails. I open a package of pink colored press ons, and set about the arduous task of placing those little adhesive pads onto my nails, then pressing the nails on so that they will remain some what firmly.

I snap on my dangling earrings, but decide to forgo the necklace as I am wearing the brooch, and I do not want to over do it. I want to look as normal as possible today. I wrap the thin strap of my girl's watch around my left wrist and work some delicate silver bangles up over my right hand. They tinkle delightfully as I move my hand about.

I pack up all the rest of the clothing that I am not wearing, and place it all back into the box. I go out to open the truck of the car, and carry the big box out to deposit it into the trunk. I double check to make sure that I have my camera in the trunk. I then pick up all of my makeup and drop it into my purse, along with some extra facial tissues. I double check to make sure that I have not forgotten to put the package of condoms into my purse. If things went well, I would need them.

I look around. There is no reason for me to stay in this room now. I drop the room key into my purse, and do up the little snap which will make sure that nothing will slide out of the purse. I pick up the knee length leather coat and slide my arms into the sleeves. I button it up, and secure the belt. From the right front pocket of my coat, I pull my Hanes Her Way gloves and put them onto my hands.

The only thing remaining now is the glasses. I do not like them a lot because they tend to blur my up close vision. But the squarish shaped light blue frames certainly enhance my feminine facial attributes, so I sigh and put them on. Actually, I think that they are quite pretty.

At last, I am dressed to go... to meet the man who will make a wife out of me. I smile, once again checking the reflection in the mirror. I gently place my hand over the front of my coat. I can feel my hot erection in the soft silk of my panties. It has been a long time since I have been so excited. I am satisfied that at last, I look as womanly as I can. I feel womanly, and I love the feeling of it.

Except for the raging erection in my panties, I am almost every inch a woman now. My skirt flares out from my hips so much, that I know that no one would ever even suspect that I might have a hard on under it. For that reason, I did not bind my cock back the way I would if I were going to wear something tighter in the crotch area, like slacks.

I love the feel of my skirt and slip as it caresses across the front of my silk panties, which lovingly caresses the erect cock inside of them. I just adore the sensations that wearing women's clothing gives to me. But, that was not the only reason why I did not bind it back. My thought was that I wanted Thomas to be able to have all the free and unrestricted access to me that he might want to have, to me. I hoped he would want a lot of access to. I knew that as far as I was concerned, for today, I wanted him to treat me as though I belonged to him.

Now, I stood in front of the mirror. I really did not have any more reasons for not leaving, and going out to meet my boyfriend, Thomas. I was as nervous as a new born kitten.

And I was very scared. Hundreds of strange ideas passed through my mind. What would happen if I was stopped by one of the three police forces in the city? How would I ever be able to explain being in a foreign land, dressed as a woman?

What would I do if Thomas did not like me? That would just crush me, I knew. But what if he did not like me? I knew that he was straight, and that he had never even met, let alone have a relationship with a girl-boy like me before. What if I was not feminine enough for him? What if he hated me, and if he told me to go away? My hands shook, as I picked up my purse and slung it over my left shoulder. I was on the verge of tears. I tried desperately to put these thoughts out of my mind.

It was time to find out if I was what I thought that I was. My hands trembled as I went over to the door and reached out to turn the knob. In a second, I was outside, with the locked door behind me. I almost immediately felt the cold air on my knees, and the coolness of it as it pervaded up under my skirt. It was so exhilarating. I was thankful for the warm woman's coat that I wore. I glanced around and saw that no one was in the area.

Stepping gracefully, thankful that my attire dictated that I should walk in a loose hip swaying swishy and graceful kind of fashion, I walked the few feet over to the car, and unlocked it. The breeze teased at my hair, blowing strands across my face.

I turned to smooth my coat out under me as I sat down into the car seat, and tried moderately successfully, to swing both of my feet in under the steering wheel at the same time. That is a much harder feat than normal guys would think it was, believe me.

Once the door was closed, I turned the key in the ignition. The cold air from the heater attacked my nyloned knees, as my skirt had ridden up a bit when I had gotten into the car. I just loved all of the new and unfamiliar sensations.

This was a new day, and I would feel lots of new things. I liked, no... I loved, these feelings that were so very different from wearing men's clothing, I tugged my skirt down over my knees, reminding myself that a lady should almost always look modest.

I drove the few short blocks over to Thomas' house. I decided to park on the street instead of the driveway. I shook nervously. But, I had been dreaming of this for too long to just drive away now. It was a large old home, grey, with a big old porch, built right out to the sidewalk, almost. There was a driveway to the left of the big porch, but I chose to park on the street instead.

I sighed, looked the house over, then determinedly, reached over for my purse.

I made myself reach for the door handle, and to pull it. The door swung open, just like it always did. A blast of cold air hit me. I leaned over to look in the rear view mirror, to brush the stray hair out of my face. Then I swung my legs out of the car. The moment of truth had arrived.

I stood up, slung my purse over my left shoulder, locked the car door and headed up the short walk to the porch steps. Once on the wood porch, my high heeled boots made a loud noise as I crossed to the door. I knocked on the door. I held my breath out of nervousness, and the fear of being rejected, for not being womanly enough for Thomas. I hoped he would like me.

I felt the cold breezes playing about my knee length skirt hems as I listened for the slightly muffled shuffling sounds that I could hear coming from the other side of the door. At last, I heard the door knob turning, and it swung open.

Thomas looked just exactly like I thought he would. He was 5' 8", and probably around 190 lbs. I had to look up to see into his warm brown eyes. He had his mass of thick black hair that was combed straight back. He was one guy who would never go bald, I was certain.

He was wearing the gold rimmed glasses that I had seen in one of his photos, a dark red hunting shirt with a white tee shirt under it, faded blue jeans and a pair of rough looking sneakers. I looked back up at his face. He had such an intelligent face. I liked it. He had not shaved and had a dark shadow. I could not help but to notice that he also had a bulge in the front of his jeans to.

I looked up to see his eyes. Because I was wearing such high heels, I was almost tall enough to have my eyes level with his. I wanted to see what he thought of his new girlfriend. I wanted to see if he was liking what he was seeing. I knew this much. He was smiling with a warm twinkle in his brown eyes, and he seemed to really like what he was seeing. The expression that I saw was one of interest, one of appreciation, and one of welcoming.

"Debbie?" His hand was extending to shake my hand, the way that guys greet each other.

I nodded and lowered my eyes in a demure fashion, not because I was acting demure, but because his frank appraisal of me was making me shy. I could sense that he seemed to like what he saw. I hoped that I was not wrong. I stretched out my right hand, kind of limply like a girl does, just far enough for him to take the finger tips into his hand. I felt the pressure of his hand as he grasped my finger tips and gently pulled me, to enter his house.

I stepped across the threshold, and passed close by him in the narrow hall way, as I entered. This was the first time that I had ever met someone who had never seen me as a male. I felt excited. At least he did not throw me out. I could smell his cologne. It was just one more thing about him that I liked.

As I entered, I let my purse slide down my left arm, as I started to take off my gloves. I pushed them into the pocket of my coat. Thomas moved up behind me and started to help me off with my coat.

I yielded to his help and turned to watch him as he hung my coat up in the closet. I could see that he had a fairly broad chest. He was a wee bit over weight, but not fat by any means. He looked like he was a strong man. I hoped so. After hanging up my coat, he turned to me and he smiled and directed me into the living room with a gallant wave of his hand and a slight bow from the waist. I smiled. I knew that as I had appraised his body when his back was turned to me, that he was now doing the same to me. My hips swayed in a decidedly feminine and swishy way. I was happy by the way he had received me. I wanted to make him want me.

I found a neat but rather cluttered little room. I could hear the soft easy listening from the stereo much more clearly in here. I chose an easy chair that was sort off in a corner. He watched me as I walked over to it, smoothed out my skirt under me as lowered myself into it.

"Uh... I know it is awfully early, but would you like some wine? I don't like medium dry white wine myself, but I bought some for you. I was hoping that you would come someday, soon, so I bought some to keep it on hand for you. It... it might help us to break the ice, if you know what I mean..."

"Yes, I would... Thankyou." Boy... could I ever use something to settle my nerves. I was so excited. I could almost feel the tingling of every nerve ending in my body. I could feel every feminine stitch that I was wearing. I could especially feel the soft silkiness of the panties that I was wearing, panties that this man's wife had worn and he had seen her in. I could even smell my own perfume. He was... he was treating me the way a gentleman might treat a real girl, and I loved it.

Thomas disappeared into his kitchen and I could hear the refrigerator door opening. A moment later, he returned, handed me a large full wine glass, then went over an sat on the couch. He had gotten himself a bottle of beer. He smiled.

"Wow... you know, Debbie... no one would ever guess that you are a guy you know... You look so damned good... dressed like that."

"Why, thankyou Thomas. That is a lovely thing for you to say. I appreciate it. It helps me feel better, if you know what I mean. I am pretty nervous you know..." I sipped thankfully at the wine.

"You sure don't act like it. You look like a confidant young woman, the way you act. You look really good. You look a lot better than your pictures, the last ones you sent to me."

"Well, I must admit that you do to... of course, I have not seen all of you yet, excepting for in the pictures."

He blushed and smiled. I knew that he was thinking of the nudes he had sent to me. I liked that. That meant he was not one of the macho nuts. I could sense his gentleness. I liked that. I knew that he was more than capable of being manly to, but right now, he was being a gentle man. I was pretty sure that that might have been Meagan's influence on his character. I appreciated that in him. It helped me to relax. As a matter of fact, I admitted to myself, I think that I liked a whole lot about Thomas.

I nervously sipped the wine and drained the second glass rather quickly to. He jumped to his feet to replenish the glass for me, and again took his seat on the couch. As I finished that glass to, we made some small talk about the weather and about how he liked his job and stuff. He started asking me about how I became girlish in my nature.

He again told me that he was really surprised at how good I looked. Well, as far as I was concerned, he could tell me things like that all day long. My erection was nearly bursting. Thomas was really turning me on by the way that he was treating me, just like a normal chick gets treated. I stole a discrete glance at his crotch, and was pretty sure that he had a hard on to.

He asked me if I had had breakfast yet, and I told him that I had been far too nervous to eat. He told me that as we were probably going to have a very long day, that we should eat some breakfast first.

I asked him if he wanted for me to go into the kitchen and make some breakfast. I liked the idea of cooking his breakfast, just like his wife had done so many times before. He said no, he did not want me to cook for him. He said that we were going to go to the Golden Arches for breakfast.

I tensed up. I have had very very little experience as a woman in public. But, I also knew that Thomas was no fool either. If he thought I could pass, he would insist that I go out with him. I was pretty sure that if he did not think that I could pass, that he would not suggest that we go out.

After all, why would a guy want to be seen on the street holding hands with what was obviously another guy wearing a dress? In a town this small, that would be like begging for trouble. No, if Thomas was asking me to go outside with him, it was because he thought that I looked good enough that he wanted others to see me with him. His decision flattered me.

I knew this much. The idea of going out with him, as my boyfriend, was very very exciting to me. I had decided that he was going to be the man today, and that I wanted to be like his obedient wife for the day, regardless of the tension it would cause me. I smiled to let him know that I would do whatever he suggested for us. Today, he was the boss. He wore the pants, and I did not. I wore his wife's panties.

By this time, the wine was starting to hit me, and I loved the light buzz, in the women's clothing that I was getting. I was also looking forward to having Thomas treat me more like his girlfriend to.

When I set the glass down, he said that we might as well go now. I stood up and followed him back to the narrow little hall way. He turned to face me, and he was standing right in front of me. I still had to look up a wee bit, to see his eyes. I knew that he was going to kiss me then. I held my breath as I waited for him to kiss me. I looked at his lips and his beard shadow. I wanted to feel it on my face.

He took a small step and closed the distance between us. "Debbie, I find you to be a very attractive and graceful lady. You really really turn me on. I hope you are not taken aback or offended, but all that I have been able to think about for the last few minutes is about what you would feel like in my arms. If I am being too forward please forgive me, but I just have got to do this now."

Then his hands went to rest lightly on my hips. He lightly and gently pulled me towards him. I stepped half a step forward. I raised my hands and placed them on his chest, and looked for a long moment into his warm eyes. I felt the tautness of his chest muscles through his shirt. I liked him, a lot. I could feel the heat and the hardness of his erection right through my clothes. I felt so very very flattered to be able to make a man react to me like this.

He was watching my eyes, probably to see if I would like what he was going to do to me, or not. I liked that in him. He was not going to force me into doing anything that I did not want him to do. I must admit that I wanted him to kiss me. Apparently he was satisfied with the acceptance of him that he saw in my eyes. He began to move his face towards mine.

I raised my arms so that I could rest my hands on his shoulders, and I closed my eyes. His arms tightened around my waist. He was strong. I liked the feel of the strength in his arms. I knew that he could take care of me.

Then I felt the hot breath before his lips touched mine. His lips were soft. I shuddered inside. I could not help but to tighten my embrace a wee bit. His lips brushed over mine at first, teasing me as they lightly touched mine.

Then he applied more pressure on my lips. I liked the way he was kissing me. I felt his tongue begin to lightly touch and lick my lips. I parted my lips to let him know that he was welcome in me. He did not wait too long either. He squeezed me tightly against him, as he started to insert his tongue into me. One of his hands went up under my blazer and was slowly and gently tracing the outline of his wife's bra straps on my back.

I licked his tongue, to let him know that I liked where he had it. He was tense. I could sense his passion for me. He held me for a long minute and kissed me very very deeply. He had not lied. He had said in one of his letters that he would give me the deepest french kiss that I had ever had, and he was doing just exactly that.

I loved the feel of his strong arms around my waist. He was so much stronger than I had ever thought of being. I relaxed, knowing that this is what his wife had felt to. I was now finally walking in her shoes. She was a lucky woman, as Thomas was turning out to be a very special kind of man. My fingers played with the longer hair at the back of his head.

"Well, let's get out of here, or we'll never go..." he panted as he broke off the kiss. I knew that the only reason why he wanted to go now was to fulfill my fantasies of being out in public with a man at my side. I warmed to him as I realized that he was denying his own pleasure, just for me. I determined that later on, I was going to make this well worth anything he may be suffering for me now.

He handed me my coat. By the time I had it on and buttoned, he was waiting for me. He handed me my purse and I slung it over my left shoulder. He opened the door and we stepped out into the bright Saturday morning sunshine. I felt light headed. I did not know what made me happier, the wine he had given me, or the kisses I still could feel on my lips.

He took my hand and led me down the sidewalk to his car. I stood as he unlocked the door and opened it for me. I sat in it, appreciating the chance that he was giving me to live out my fantasy of being his lady. I leaned over and unlocked his door. He grinned at me as he slid behind the wheel.

He started the car and let it warm up for a minute. He looked over at me, smiled and patted the seat beside him. I smiled and slid over to sit close to him, just like any other girl might, who was going for a drive with a guy that she really liked. And, I really liked Thomas. He let his hand rest lightly on my left knee for a moment before he put the car in gear.

I got brave. After letting my left hand rest on his shoulder for a moment, as he kissed me again, I let it slide down his arm to rest on his lower right thigh. I knew I was acting like a brazen hussy, but he turned me on, and I wanted to make him very very happy that he was dating me. The easiest way that I could think of to do that, was to do things that would let him know that I liked him and wanted to keep him interested in me.

Besides that, I was feeling fantastic, because he expected me to act just like a real girl with him. I had dreamed of being able to do that for months and months and months. Now, I would be as girlish as I could be, without acting unnatural. I wanted him to be turned on, not to have undue attention drawn to him, after all.

It was only a few blocks to the Golden Arches. It was near my motel, in fact. I waited for him as he went around the car to open my door for me. I sighed deeply as I steeled myself, as I let him half push me towards the doors of the restaurant.

This was taking a lot of courage for me. I wondered if I would have enough courage to really go all the way through with it. He had parked all the way across the parking lot, which would force me to walk a long distance. I felt his right arm around my waist for a moment, encouraging me.

I swayed my hips, as I liked doing when I walked, and accepted his hand as he reached out for my left hand. I could feel the clothing moving across my flesh as I walked, and I thrilled. He was leaving no doubt to any one who might see us, that I was his girlfriend today. I thought about that and smiled. I was his, and I liked that idea very much.

I nearly froze with fear when we actually arrived at the doors, but he placed his hand on the small of my back, and gently pushed me through the doors. Once inside, he pointed to where he wanted to sit and told me to go and save the seat for us.

I was nearly petrified with fear, but I did what he told me to do. I was certain that every one in the place was looking at me, but I was too scared to look around to see if it was true.

I remembered to take small dainty steps. I remembered to smile, after all, my husband was buying my breakfast for me. That was a very good reason to act happy. I remembered to sway my hips, loving the feel of my heavy coat and skirt pressing my slip against my nyloned thighs. I carefully forced one foot to go in front of the other one. It seemed to take me forever to walk across the floor.

I finally made it to the seat Thomas had chosen for us, and smoothed my skirts out under me as I sat down on the bench side, behind the little table. Fearfully, I glanced up, looking over my steamed up glasses.

No one was even looking at me. Every one in the place assumed that I was really what I looked like. That made me feel a bit better. I began to relax a bit. I knew that everyone expected me to act like a lady now. In fact, if I acted like a guy now, I might be in some real deep trouble. That knowledge made me feel free. I unbuttoned my coat, removed my gloves and checked to make sure that my skirt was covering my knees. I sat with my knees pressed together and waited. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it was normal behavior... now.

At long last, I was sitting in a public restaurant, dressed as a woman, and I was waiting for my boyfriend to come and join me. I was thrilled, hardly daring to believe that I had really had this much courage.

Actually, I knew that it was not my courage at all, but that it was Thomas's courage that had gotten me in here. That was just one more reason to make him very thankful, later on. It was also just one more indication to me of what a weak little sissy that I really was. I needed a man like Thomas.

I waited nervously for about five minutes, before I saw Thomas coming over to where I was seated. I kept glancing around to see if any one was looking at me with the evil eye. No one was. Apparently every one thought I was quite normal. He had what looked like a huge order. He smiled as he sat down beside me.

I watched him as he served me an egg McMuffin with sausage, a hash brown and a glass of orange juice. All the rest was for him. I stared at his huge serving, almost but not quite, wishing that I was the man at that moment. His breakfast looked so good. I was famished.

I contented myself with taking small bites and chewing what I ate very well. Even still, Thomas went through his breakfast before I did. But, I was delighted to be in public and having every one who saw me think that I was really a woman, with her boyfriend. I could sense that Thomas liked being seen with me to. He was actually quite possessive, which I loved.

As we ate, the restaurant emptied of its patrons. Soon, we were the only ones left, aside from an older couple who sat a few seats away from us. Thomas turned to me, placed an arm around my shoulders and he pulled me over to him. He gave me a very warm kiss on the lips, once again.

Not knowing what else I could do, I reached my left hand up and I gently caressed the side of his face. I could feel the short stubble of his beard under my finger tips. He could not have been treating me better if I had written to him and told him exactly how I wanted him to act with me. I knew it was because of his gentle and loving nature that he instinctively knew how to treat me. He knew how Meagan would want to be treated, after all.

He then told me that it was time to leave. I did not know where we were going. I did not care. I just wanted to be in public with him, as his girlfriend. I wanted everyone to see me as his girl. I wanted for other men to envy Thomas, for being with such a loving woman. I wondered what I could do for him that would let him know how I felt about him.

I let him take my hand and lead me out of the restaurant, and back to his car. He drove downtown and we walked around the stores, holding hands, just like any two normal lovers might on a Saturday morning. One of the things that we had to do was to buy film for my camera. I wanted to have scores of pictures of all that he would have me do to him later on... and of course, I wanted pictures of all that he would do to me to.

We went into the Charlestown Mall, where he insisted on buying me a scarf to go with my coat, and a pair of leather gloves. He wanted to buy me some panties but I was just too embarrassed to let him do that. We settled on him buying me a pink long sleeved mohair sweater that was decorated across the front with tiny blue flowers. It was gorgeous, and I loved it. He also bought me a grey fedora hat with a wide brim on it, just because he thought it made me look pretty.

Before I knew it, we had passed nearly four hours out in public. I knew now, that I was able, without any doubts at all, be passable enough that Thomas wanted to be seen in public with me. I knew that I would now be willing to go anywhere that he wanted me to go with him. He made me feel so special to him.

What I wanted more than anything, was to get back to his house. I wanted to begin to feel him more intimately. After all the kisses he had been planting on me all day long, I knew that he had a big hard on, and I wanted to suck it for him. I knew that he must have lover's nuts, because he had had a hard on ever since I first laid eyes on him this morning. I wanted to relieve it for him. I felt so good.

Finally, he drove me back to his place. By now, I was feeling the freedom to touch his hands and face whenever I felt like it. He seemed to love it when I acted like a loving woman towards him. By this time, I was feeling the freedom to act like a loving woman to, and that sense of freedom was most intoxicating to me. This was the most exciting feeling that I had had all day. As he headed back to his house, I let my hand rest on the bulge in his pants. I wanted him to know that I wanted to take care of it for him. He smiled and he shuddered when he felt my hand on him.

Once we were back, sitting in his living room, and I had consumed another glass of wine, Thomas leaned forward and smiled at me. He was nervous, I could tell. By now, he knew just about every secret thing that I had ever thought, and I knew the same about him.

"Uh... Honey?"

"Yes, Thomas?"

"Uh... I don't want to sound crass or something but, I have just got to ask you something... okay?"

"Sure... Anything... What is it?"

"UH... well... you said in one of your letters that if I ever wanted a blow job, that all that I had to do was ask for it. Did you mean what you said?"

"Well yes I meant what I said. Do you think I would lie to you, Thomas? I also said that I love to wear women's clothing, and here I am, wearing women's clothing, right?"

"Yeah... Well... It's just that... it sounds kind of like you are... telling me that... in actual fact, it's kind of like saying that you are a fairy, a cock sucker... in effect... isn't that right?"

"Well, if you want to be crass, I guess that you could say that. I also said that I only act like that for the guys that I really really liked to, Thomas. If I do not like a guy, I would not do that for him."

"Uh... Well... Do you like me, Miss Deborah Leigh Johnson?"

"Let me put it this way to you, Thomas. Did your wife like you?"

"Yeah... She loved me very much."

"Did she ever suck your cock for you when you got a hard on?"

"Sometimes... "

"Well, you want me to act like your wife don't you... after all, you have been treating me like I was your wife all day long, right?"

"Yeah... "

"I like you very much. You have made me feel like your wife to. So, I guess that there is only question now. And that is, do you want me to do it now?"

He grinned sheepishly at me, and nodded. I stood gracefully, and I smiled at him. I wanted Thomas to know that I would get a great deal of pleasure from being allowed to please him, in the same manner that his wife had pleased him. I walked over to where I had left my purse, removed a condom, placing it in my jacket pocket, then went over to the couch where he was sitting and stood in front of him.

"As a woman... Do I really turn you on that much, Thomas?"

He smiled, reached up and took my hand, and gently pulled me down onto his lap. "Hey... does a bear shit in the forest? I think you are gorgeous... and sexy."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my bum on his erection, just to tease him a bit, as he once again demonstrated his strength by squeezing me in a tight embrace. I loved the feel of the strength in his arms.

We kissed for a very long time like that. After a few minutes, I felt his hand on my knee, I opened my legs for him, and he slowly caressed his way right up to the front of my panties.

I nearly went crazy when I felt his fingers feeling my cock through the silk panties that his wife had worn for so many years. I knew that he had felt his wife's private parts when she had worn these panties, and I felt strangely as though I were somehow connected with her. His fingers felt as though each one was big enough to break my little cock off, if he had wanted to do it. I loved it.

He removed his hand and asked me if I would like to suck his cock.

In answer, I slid off his lap to the floor, kneeling between his legs. I reached out and caressed the front of his jeans. I smiled up at him. He had a huge bulge in it. Being very careful about not losing my nails. I lowered his zipper. Then I undid his belt buckle and unsnapped his jeans. He was wearing what looked like white Fruit Of The Loom jockey shorts. They bulged out obscenely. I could not resist gently rubbing the bulge with the palm of my hand. I knew that I had made that happen to him. I was pleased that I was able to make him like that.

I looked up at him, and smiled. I wanted him to know, in no uncertain terms, that I considered this to be a womanly thing that I was about to do for him, and that I appreciated that he was going to let me do it, in his beautiful wife's place, while I was wearing her lingerie. I also wanted him to know that I really really wanted to make love to him in this way. As I smiled up at him, I licked my lips as though I were relishing what was going to be passing through them momentarily.

He raised his hips and I pulled his jeans and his shorts down so that they were pooled around his ankles. I bent down and untied his shoes, then took his shoes, socks, pants and shorts off him. I lay my palms on his hairy thighs, and very gently moved them up to the base of his cock.

"It is a beautiful cock, Thomas. I really like it."

"Yeah... well... prove it, you Foxy Lady."

I intended to prove to him that I really liked his cock. It looked just exactly like the pictures of it. I leaned forward and began to kiss it all over, paying homage to it. I kissed the head and the shaft up and down the sides. I hefted his hairy balls gently as I ran my fingers over his cock, exploring it's shape. I made love to it.

I opened the condom and gently rolled it down over his cock. Then I lowered my mouth to the head of it, and started to lick as I moved my head so that the head of his cock was inserted into my mouth. I felt the head pass my lips. I felt the satiny hard shaft as it moved across my lips. I loved sucking his cock for him.

"Go ahead... cock sucker... suck my cock for me. Make me cum into your pussy mouth... pretty lady... uhhh..."

I lowered my head till I had almost the entire cock inside of my mouth. I kept it there for a long moment, as I licked his shaft. I savored the manly smell of his private parts. Then I locked my lips and raised my head, sucking him very hard.

He started to buck under me and I knew that I was just about to make him cum for me.

I licked and sucked him till I heard him moaning. I moved my head back till only the tip of his cock was in my mouth, and I began to masturbate him, coaxing him to give it all up to me. It was only seconds before he started to hump and I could feel the tip of the condom bulging with his big load of cum. I hung onto him with my mouth and I masturbated him till there was nothing left for him to give me. Even when I felt him start to soften, I licked and sucked his cock for him.

I knew now that since I had made him cum once, that we could start having some fun with the role play games that I hoped for, and the intensive photo sessions that we had planned, without the fear of him having to stop mid way, just to get his rocks off again...

I wanted him to be able to get him hard and to make him stay hard for a long time, as I wanted to be able to tease, and play with his big hard on for the entire afternoon. Mostly, I wanted to spend a lot of time with a hard on in my mouth.

"Debbie... you are fantastic. Now, pretty lady, stand up. Hold your skirt and your slip up. Now it's my turn."

I stood and raised my skirt and slip up. I knew that he was seeing a cock in panties that his wife had worn. He smiled when he saw what panties I was wearing.

He moved forward on the couch till he was sitting on the edge. I was standing, exposed, between his legs. I wondered if he was remembering what his wife had looked like when she had worn these panties, as I felt his hands gently caress me. I felt the cooler air as he then pulled my panties down, lowering them to my knees. I felt his fingers on me.

He looked up and smiled. "I never knew if I would ever have the guts to do something like this, but lady... you are so foxy... I want to do it for you... just like you did it for me."

Part Two

My Date With Thomas Burns

I looked lovingly down at the top of his head. I was enthralled that I could get a man so excited that he would do something that was so contrary to his own nature. I felt like a hot and foxy babe for it.

First, I felt his dry lips as they touched my cock head. He let his lips kiss me all over the head of my pantied cockette. I nearly screamed when I felt his mouth open and the warm moistness of his mouth completely envelope my turgid pantied and sissified little member. Passively, I accepted what he was doing to me.

His fingers gently hefted my little balls as he moved his head back and forth over my erection. I struggled to remember to keep my skirt and slip up for him. I also had to struggle to not fall down because of the intensity of the pleasure that he was giving to me.

"Thomas.... I have to... to lay down... you are driving me crazy... if I don't lay down...uhhh... I am going to fall down... uhhh..."

Thomas removed his mouth from me. He smiled up at me. I knew that he loved being able to make me feel this way. I felt weak and out of control. I was his and he was doing whatever he wanted to do, to me.

He helped me over to lay down on the couch. He knelt beside the couch then and he gently he fingered my erection again, through the front of my dress. He was driving me wild. I could feel every stitch of the women's clothing that I was wearing. I could feel his fingers exploring the effeminated few inches of maleness that was left to me. Mostly I could feel the effeminated role that I was in. I was his lady at the moment, and I was nothing else. I loved it.

All that I was able to do, was to sigh and buck around as he played me, as though I were an instrument. I loved the feeling of the caress of my silkened underwear. Thomas was driving me over the edge.

Never had I ever felt like this before. In my mind, all that I could think of was that for a man like this, I would do anything he ever asked of me. I knew now... that I could fall in love with Thomas... in the same way that other girls fell in love with their guys.

Yes... I could love him. That realization made me feel all the more womanly, if that were possible. I was like his finely tuned violin, and he was playing me like an expert plays. Thomas knew how to make love to me like no one else had ever made love to me. I envied his wife. I was thankful that I was getting a chance to be in her shoes, even if it was only for a little while.

After what seemed like yielding to him for an hour of bliss, his hand went again up under my dress to play with me through the front of my silk panties. He gently caressed me for long moments then he took some tissue and held it at my cock. After he sucked and licked me for a few minutes, he milked me with his fingers till I orgasmed in a wild pink cloud of frenzied sensation.

Uncontrollably, I rolled around, passively as he held me and squeezed me in his rough hand. I wanted to feel like this, and he was the maker of my fantasy come true. I was his girl.

He gently held me till I started to go soft. I was totally drained. Then he pulled my panties up and told me that he had loved making love to me like that. He said it was the first time he had ever done that to a boy, and that I had made him really enjoy it. He said that even in my orgasm, that I acted in a very feminine way, and that he had really liked seeing me act like that.

I thanked him for his words by leaning over and kissing him. My lips lightly touched his lips, and I kissed him with a warm passion. I wanted him to know that I was pleased to be his lady. And just like his wife whose place I was filling, I wanted so much to please him as completely as I was able to.

Then he told me that he had some errands to run. As he had not planned on meeting me today, he had already made plans. He wanted to know if I would put on my maid's uniform, the short one he had seen in my pictures, and if I would do the house work for him. He told me that he'd been letting it go lately, and the house really needed the touch of a good woman to get it back in shape.

Of course, I readily agreed to do his housework for him. That is one of the joys of being his wife. One of the reasons why I had come to see him was so that I could be his wife for a little while. Now I'd get to take care of the man I was growing to care for. I knew that I certainly cared for Thomas at that moment in time.

He took me around the house, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist all the while, and showed me where everything was, and all of the things that he would like for me to do for him. It was quite a long list, actually. I just hoped I would not forget anything he had told me.

He asked me for my car keys. Then he went out to get all of my stuff, and he brought it all in for me. He took all of my clothes to the spare bedroom for me.

I followed him into the room, and Thomas sat on the bed, watching me as I hung up all of my dresses and the other girl's clothes. I also put all of my lingerie into one of the drawers. I could feel his intense interest as he saw me handling my lingerie. I knew he wanted to feel some of it on his own body. I smiled secretly.

Then Thomas showed me where he kept all of his wife's clothing, and told me that if I had enough time later, and if I wanted to, I could feel free to try on any of her stuff. I hoped that I would get the chance to. At that moment, I could just not imagine anything that would be more exciting, than to be wearing her clothes as her husband made love to me. I would feel and I would act just like she had, when this man who loved her had made love to her.

Then as Thomas was leaving he kissed me lightly on the cheek and he patted my bum through my skirt. He told me that he would be back in about two hours. He explained to me that a friend had asked him to come over and help him stack some firewood today, and he had agreed to do it. I smiled and closed the door behind him as he went out. I felt just like a wife.

I went back into the spare room, and took my maid's dress out of the closet. It was still cold from being in the car. I removed most of my clothes, keeping only the corsetting, nylons and bra on.

I decided that I should change my panties as my blue ones now had a wet spot on the front. I took them into the bath room and rinsed them out. I hung them on the shower's curtain rod to dry.

I went into Thomas's room, and opened the dresser where he kept his wife's lingerie. I selected a pair of pink satin lace trimmed briefs to wear. I did not want to mess up these panties so I put on a condom before I raised them up my legs. I smiled, wondering how many times Thomas had seen her wearing them, just as he was going to see me in them. I felt strangely, intimately connected with her, and I felt just so feminine at that moment.

I went back to the spare room and pulled on the cold dress. I did not wear a slip as I did not have any short enough to wear under the black satin dress. I had a red silk slip with a beautiful lace bodice that I had been intending to shorten for this dress, but I had not had the time to shorten it yet.

I opened my purse and dumped all of my makeup onto the vanity desk. All of the kissing and... and all of the cock sucking, had really messed up my makeup. It needed to be tended to. This only took a few moments. I could not help but to smile at the pursed lips as I refreshed my lipstick, knowing that just a while ago, they had been wrapped around a cock. I whispered to my reflection that I was just a panty-waist cock sucker, and smiled.

Once I was satisfied, I stood up, and placed the little lace maid's cap onto my head. I pulled on the little lace wristlets and tied the tiny white satin apron around my waist.

Now, I was ready to be his own personal "FiFi French maid", ready and willing to be Frenched and to French. I giggled as I looked in the mirror. I was what I could describe as "French active", a very pretty way of saying that I was a cock sucker. I pursed my lips, and blew a kiss at myself.

"Mademoiselle, ma Cherie, you are with out a doubt the very very best cock sucker that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." I giggled, curtsied, and spoke to the imaginary Thomas, who had just given me that compliment. "Oui, and thankyou Monsieur. That is so kind of you to say so. I like to be of your service?"

Thomas, I soon realized was a pretty good housekeeper. I wondered if he wore his wife's clothes when he did the housework. I was certain that he did. There was not any big things to do, just lots of little things. It was obvious that he had not done his housework for a couple of days.

I started in the bedroom. I picked up the discarded clothing and carried them to the laundry room. I looked around for anything else that could be washed, and found a few things. They included some pairs of panties... with crusty stains on the front of them. I sorted the clothes.

There would be two loads. I started the first one, then returned to the bedroom. I made his bed. I smiled, wondering if he was going to get me into it later on. He had said in one of his letters that he had wanted me to wear one of his wife's night gowns, and that he wanted for me to sleep with him. That was also the letter in which he had declared in a masculine way, that he wanted to fuck me.

The idea of having him fucking me, really scared me. But a part of me sort of hoped that he would be able to convince me to let him enter me. I could almost imagine myself laying on my belly, with his heavy body laying directly on top of me, pinning me helplessly to that mattress. I shuddered. I smiled as I imagined that I could almost see myself waking him in the morning, by giving him his good morning blow job.

When I was satisfied that I had straightened the room in a way that would be pleasing to him, I went out to the living room. I picked up the magazines, dusted the furniture and replaced the cushions that our earlier love making had displaced. I turned the volume up a bit on the easy listening stereo station. I closed my eyes, hoping that later, I would be feeling his arms around me as he slow danced with me, to just such easy listening music.

I set up my camera and took some pictures of myself as I performed some of the normal maidenly duties, for my lover husband. I only took 10 as I had only bought 6 cartridges which would give me 60 pictures. I did not know if Thomas had some cartridges of his own but I hoped that he did. I wanted to save them because I wanted to have lots of the pictures of the sexy things that I wanted to be photographed doing to him, later on that day.

By this time the first load of washing was done. I put it into the drier and put the second load of dirty clothes in the washer. I also set up the ironing board.

I went back to the living room and vacuumed. I took the vacuum into the bedrooms as well. I worked pretty hard and got just about all of it done. I almost worked up a sweat to. The only reason why I did not work up a real sweat was because of the thin delicate clothing I was wearing. It was so thin it would not keep any body heat near me.

An hour and a half later, with the house all picked up, and with the ironing all done, the only thing that remained to do was the dirty dishes. I had really enjoyed doing the ironing. I had even ironed his jockey short for him. I was pleased with myself for being able to get so much done. I went into the kitchen and washed and dried the dishes of the last two or three days.

Needless to say, being a maid in a maid's uniform, in a man's house, while I was wearing his wife's panties had kept me with a constant and painful erection. I wished that Thomas would come back soon and take care of it for me. I was feeling like a hot little housewife and I wanted my man to come home and to take care of me.

I smiled to myself. I just did not want him to take care of me, but I also wanted to get my lips around that short fat cock of his again to. I wanted to have some pictures taken of me sucking that tool of his. I wanted to be his 'French maid', to the nth degree.

"Oh... Thomas, please hurry home so that I can suck your cock for you again... my lover husband. Come home so you can take good care of me, your horny little housewife..." I sang it in a little tuneless song.

I was just putting the last dry plate into the cupboard, when I heard the front door opening and closing. Then I heard an imitation of the father dinosaur from the television show... "Honey... I'm home..."

I closed the cupboard door and walked out into the living room. I was overcome with shyness. I was acutely aware of how short the skirt of my dress was. I knew that the only thing under the skirt that was between me and nakedness was the thin satin panties that his wife had worn for years. I stood and waited till he came in from the hall way, into the living room. I stood with my hands clasped behind my back.

I smiled and curtsied prettily to him when he entered the room. I'd always wanted to curtsy to a masculine man. And since today was my day of dreams come true, I was going to do every girlish thing that I had ever wanted to do.

He smiled when he saw that I was still in the maid's uniform. His eyes raked over my short skirted thighs. I then walked over to him, put my arms around his neck, and I lightly kissed him on the lips. His clothes were still cold. I loved the feel of his cold clothing on my thin dress and nyloned legs. "Welcome home, Honey. Did you have a good time?"

His strong arms wrapped around my waist and he squeezed me tightly. I knew from the feel of the strength in his arms, that there was no question at all about who wore the pants in this family. I relaxed and yielded to his strength, once again glad to be in my man lover's arms. Talking about pants, I could easily feel the large bulge that was in his. I smiled to myself as he kissed me. I hoped I could keep Thomas hard all day long. I was certainly going to try, anyway.

"So, Babe... you did a fantastic job in here. I guess that all it really takes is a feminine touch after all, eh?" His arm held me tightly around my waist as he surveyed my handiwork. I felt his hard on pressing against the front of my dress and I smiled, pleased that I could make him react like that to me.

I smiled, displaying my pleasure at his words.

"So... uh... since you are wearing the maid's uniform, do you want to take some pictures before we move on to doing anything else?"

"Ummm... good thinking, Thomas. Yeah... I think that I would really like that."

"So, what pictures do you want to do first?"

"Well, why don't you stand there, and I will set the camera up first. Then, all you have to do is to stand there and let me do anything and everything that I want to do to you... okay?"

"Sounds pretty sexy to me..."

"You make me sexy, Thomas. I want to try and put on film, the way you make me feel."

"It's okay with me, Miss Deborah Leigh Johnson, maid extraordinaire."

He moved the coffee table and he stood in front of the couch, facing me. I moved the camera around till I found the best spot, to take full length shots of us. Then I put in a new cartridge and pushed the timer button.

"We have sixteen seconds to pose for each shot. Please do everything I ask you to, okay Thomas?"

"You got it Debbie. But... you know that if I do all of this for you, you are going to have to suck me off again, don't you?"

"Oh, Thomas... believe me, Sir... I intend to."

I liked the way he smiled at me with a very leering expression.

I went over and stood in front of him, turning him sideways to the camera. I raised my left arm around his neck and lay my left cheek on his chest. I felt his right arm go around my waist. My right arm went around his waist. I felt his hard on through the front of my dress. I was able to smile at the camera, just in time to get the picture.

"Now, we will have to wait a few minutes for it to develop, so that we will know if we are in the right place, and to see if the lighting is going to be okay. Once we know that, then I will take some really hot sexy pictures, okay?"

"Babe, you can take any pictures that you want. As I said, all I want is to make sure that you suck me off again."

I smiled up at him, kissed his lips, and gently rubbed the front of his jeans with my right hand. I could feel the hardness and the heat right through his pants. It made me want to just drop to my knees and take it into my mouth right then. I would have to, but I wanted to get the pictures of everything that I did to him today.

"Thomas, if you had any idea of how turned on you make me, or of how much you make me really want to suck your cock again, you would not be concerned about getting another blow job. I promise you, I want to give you some of the best blow jobs today that you have ever had in your life. You are my fantasy lover today... and believe me, I love it, and I want you to remember me and miss me when I am gone."

"Debbie, I will never be able to forget you, I can assure you of that. And I know I will miss you when you leave. Now, let's see how that first picture turned out, okay?"

I went over to the camera and took if from the slot. It was just starting to become visible. I took it over to him and we watched it together. As we watched it, I felt his hand go down and caress the front of my dress. I almost wished that he'd just throw me down on the couch, tear my panties down, and make a real woman out of me. My knees trembled as his caressing strong fingers grasped me.

I felt that aside from the sex, that Thomas really did like me to. He liked me for being his lady. I was so thankful that he was gentle in his nature. I knew I could trust him to not hurt me. If I was not sure of that, I would never have come to see him in the first place, let alone confess my most secret feelings to him.

As the picture developed, we could see that everything was all right with where the camera was at the moment, and that the lighting was good, not the best, but it would do.

"Well, Sir... are you ready for me to take some sexy pictures?"

"Yeah, I've been ready for a long long time, you sexy and pretty little sissy." He leaned down and kissed me gently as I felt his hand caressing my beskirted bum. His words were demeaning, but his intention was gentle and loving. "What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing... All I need is for you to just stand there. I don't want you to do anything. Just let me do everything. Later on, we can do whatever you want to do, but for now, just stand there... and... keep this thing hard for me..." I giggled as I patted the front of his jeans again. I was deliriously happy to be able to feel the freedom to act so completely like a foxy lady would act.

I went over and reset the camera again. This time, I wanted another picture of the same pose, only I wanted his hand on my back, and I was leaning back and looking up at him, with a warm and welcoming smile when the flash went off again. I wanted the pose to make me look like a wanton woman, welcoming her man's sexual attentions.

We spent the next three quarters of an hour, and 3 of the remaining 5 cartridges as I took pictures of me as Thomas stood there, and let me very slowly undress him. I took pictures of myself standing behind him with both of my hands feeling his crotch, of me at his side, an arm around his neck, my hand on his crotch and my right knee raised to his thigh as I smiled wantonly at the camera.

After I had slowly taken his shirt off, I took pictures of me sucking his nipples and kissing my way down till I was kneeling in front of him, looking up with a happy smile on my face. My hand was rubbing the bulge in the front of his jeans.

I took pictures of myself kneeling, and of me opening his jeans. Once I had his jeans down to his ankles, I took pictures of me at his side with his cock only inches from my smiling lips, as my hands were caressing his inner thighs. Then, two pictures showed my smiling lips as they kissed the head of his erection. I was so horny, I was almost creaming in my clean panties.

I looked directly at the camera as I took the head of his cock half way into my mouth. On the inside of my mouth, I was licking at it as I waited for the flash to capture my degrading pose. I took two more pictures like that.

Then I turned on my knees, to face him, with his left side in profile to the camera. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and photographed myself as I took half of his cock into my mouth. The next picture showed me sucking so hard on him, that there were visible hollows in my cheeks.

I took a few more pictures of him as I sucked his cock. I wished that I had a video camera so that I could just make love to him, without constantly getting up to reset the camera.

Then, the last picture in that cartridge captured us, just as my thumb was causing him to ejaculate. His hot thick creamy cum splashed all over my smiling face and glasses. Thomas ejaculated with such force and intense emotion, that he moaned and his knees buckled, collapsing onto the couch. I smiled and I could feel his cum on my cheeks and my lips. I was pleased to have made him orgasm so intensely.

I went to the bath room and washed his cum off my face and glasses. I went to the spare room and repaired my makeup very quickly. Then, I returned to the bath room, got a warm damp face cloth, and went out to the living room, where I knelt down between his legs, and I gently washed off his thighs, his belly and his flaccid cock. I was not able to resist the temptation to kiss it a great deal.

I had never had a flaccid cock in my mouth before, so I gobbled it all the way into my mouth, till my nose was buried in his masculine smelling pubic hair. I licked and sucked him, which made him get semi erect again. I was proud of my sucking skills which could arouse him again, the way I was able to. By this time, Thomas had recovered from his orgasm.

He stood up and he helped me to my feet. Then he picked me up, right off of my feet. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he did so. He carried me into his bedroom and lay me on my back. He smiled then he lay down right on top of me.

My arms went up around his neck to let him know that he was welcome to treat me like this. I wanted him to know that I wanted him to treat me as though I were his wife. I loved the feel of his weight on me. I also loved the feel of that cock of his, as it moved between my legs. I kept squeezing my thighs together, in an attempt to let him know that I liked it. I felt so womanly having a man lying on top of me with his cock between my legs. I only wished that I had a hole there for him to shove it into.

He lay on top of me for a very long time, kissing my face and neck. I lay there, passively, loving the treatment that he was giving me. This was how he had treated his real wife, and I loved it. She was so lucky to have a man like this. I envied her. I considered myself fortunate to be able to walk for a while, in her shoes.

Then he raised himself up onto his hands and knees, and moved down so that he was kneeling between my legs. He pushed the short skirt of my dress up and for a long time he stared down at my pink pantied cock, as it twitched under his gaze. He made me feel so vulnerable, so out of control, so feminine. He knew that I was his to play with as he pleased. He lowered his head and started to kiss my erection through the satin of his wife's pink panties.

I could not help it. I reached up and grasped at the headrails of his bed. I writhed, moving my hips around under his hot breathed lips. I was so weak and exposed to him, He had me in an entirely vulnerable position. He knew that he could do anything that he wanted to to me. I loved the feeling that being in such a feminine position gave me and moaned out my pleasure to him. I felt him start to bite me through my panties. I nearly screamed, it felt so wonderful.

Then I felt his hot mouth as it captured the head of my cock, still inside of my panties. I moaned, writhed and I bucked upwards. He made me cream into the panties that I was wearing. I creamed and creamed and creamed as I felt him biting and sucking me through the panties. He did not take his mouth away, but continued to keep my wee pantied cock inside of it, till I collapsed in utter and complete exhaustion.

I was thankful that I had had the foresight to put on the condom before I had changed my panties. I was utterly drained, and floating on a pink cloud of bliss. I felt like I was a loved wife, and it was the most delightful of sensations. Thomas moved back up so that he was again lying on top of me. All I was able to do was to smile up at him, wrap my arms around his neck and receive his loving kisses.

We lay there in our intimate embrace like that for nearly half an hour. We whispered about how much we liked each other. We told each other about our secret feelings and fantasies. We also confessed our sexual attractions for one another. Thomas was able to make me feel so much like I was an attractive woman to him. I loved it, and as I kissed him back, I knew that I had strong feelings for him to.

I looked up at his smiling gentle brown eyes. I knew now, that if he wanted to fuck me, that I was going to let him. I almost wanted to feel what it would be like to receive him inside of my body, in the same way that his wife had received him on occasion. I did not tell him that, but I smiled at him, knowing that I was going to be made love to like a woman, later that day.

He then rolled off me and I went back to the spare room to repair my makeup. As I was sitting there, he came in with a clothes hanger. On it was a lovely blue, long sleeved silk dress. He smiled and told me that it had been one of his wife's favorites. He asked me if I would like to wear it. He said he was sure it would fit me.

He left me alone as I removed my maid's uniform and hung it up in the closet. I picked up her dress, and found that there was a built in crinoline slip, to fill out the full skirt. The bodice also had a silk undergarment in it. It was delightfully sensuous.

I slid my arms up through the skirt and into the sleeves. Then I raised the dress up over my head and felt her femininity, as it came down over my head and enveloped me. It was a delightfully feminine garment, and I felt so very privileged that Thomas would want me to wear it for him.

It rustled loudly as I moved about in it. It zippered all the way up the back. This was such a pretty dress, it made me feel all girl, all over just to wear it. I went out into the living room to ask Thomas to zipper the dress up for me. He smiled as I turned my back to him, and I felt his strong fingers raise the zipper up to my neck.

When I turned to thank him, he again enveloped me in his strong tight embrace and he kissed me deeply.

"Debbie, I would like for you to model all of my wife's clothes that I still have here. I think that we should go and get more film for your camera. I do not think you are going to have enough. Besides, I am getting a bit hungry. How about you?"

"Ummm... sounds good."

He sat on the couch and smiled, watching me work the stiff zippers of my boots up to my knees. I adored this dress and the way that it made me feel. It made me feel so lady like. I especially loved knowing that Thomas had often watched his wife in this same dress.

Once I had my boots on, I stood and was about to head for the hall way.

"Uh... Debbie?"

"Yes, Thomas?"

"Come over here for a moment, would you?"

I walked over to where he was now standing and looked up at him with a questioning expression in my eyes.

"Uh... you have been just fantastic today... just fantastic. Now, I want to go just a step further." He picked up a ring box.

My breath caught in my throat.

"If I asked you to marry me, would you marry me?"

"Oh... you know I would, Thomas. You know how much I want to be a wife... your wife..."

"Well, here is an engagement ring. Let me put it on your finger." He took my left hand and gently placed a beautiful ring onto my finger. "Now that you are my fiancee, engaged to become my wife, I can give you the wedding ring. But, you must promise to love me, to honor me and to obey me... Can you promise me that, Debbie?"

I watched as he placed the wedding ring onto my finger, sliding up to join the engagement ring. My heart was throbbing in my throat. I was so emotionally torqued up that I could barely talk. I smiled up at him, and tried. "I promise to.. to love you and to honor you... and to... and to obey you, Thomas Burns."

"Okay, so... from now on, whenever I see you, you will be wearing these rings which symbolize your relationship to me, the one you just entered into. Good... well now... Mrs. Burns, shall we go and get us a bite to eat in celebration of our new marriage?"

"Mr. Burns, I will be delighted to go wherever you want me to go."

"You did promise to obey, right?"

"Yes... yes sir, I did."

"Good girl. Let's go now..."

He helped me with my coat. The heavy coat pressed the dress and its underslips against my nyloned thighs in a most delightful and nice fashion. I loved it. The dress was an inch longer than my coat. It was just such a feminine feeling that I loved it.

I slung my purse over my arm and pulled my gloves on. He opened the door and I stepped through it. Once he had locked the door behind us, I placed my left hand on his forearm and he led me to the car. In the car, I slid over to sit beside him. I felt delighted. I loved the freedom I felt... that of a wife to love her man.

He smiled at me as we drove to the Kmart store on the outskirts of the city. The first thing that we located was the camera department so that we could get a four more double boxes of film. I blushed as he paid for them, because I knew what they were for.

He asked me if I felt like having a nice dinner, as opposed to a quick dinner. I told him that I would like to go some place where we could have some wine with our lunch. It was a bit too early for a full fledged dinner yet, but I was hungry and I did want some wine.

He decided that he would drive south to Canton, and go to a really nice restaurant, called Mcarthy's. By now, from my experience this morning, and the total acceptance of myself in Kmart as a woman, I had begun to have some confidence in my ability to pass in public. I was able to relax instead of being so completely uptight. I enjoyed being able to smile at people and know that they thought that a woman was smiling at them. I enjoyed being able to smooth my very loudly rustling dress out under me as I sat, as though it was the most normal thing in my life to do such a thing. I loved having a man push my chair in for me, as I sat.

We ate slowly and he kept reaching across the table to take my hand. Though he had given me one of the wildest orgasms of my life, only a short time ago, I was fully erect again, under my dress. This time I had to be careful, as I had not put a condom on. I could feel the soft caress of the satin briefs as I moved about, under my dress.

He asked me if I would like to go downtown, and to go for a bit of a walk along the main street, to look a the Christmas displays in the store windows. That was such a typically normal thing for two young lovers to do, that I was thrilled with the idea of doing it with him. To express my appreciation of the way he was treating me, I just smiled and reached up to kiss him, just the way any loving young lady might treat her man of choice. I thrilled, knowing that everyone who saw us thought that I was really a young woman kissing her beau. I just so much love acting like a young lady gets to act in her normal life style. That is what really turns my crank.

We parked at the McDonalds lot and walked up the main street, past the theatre and over into the park. We walked in the park, arm in arm for a few minutes then crossed the street and walked back to the block where the car was parked. It took a long time, as we stopped and admired every store window along the way. By now, I was so horny that all I wanted to do was to get that cock of his, back into my mouth.

We got into the car, and I immediately slid over into his embrace. He kissed me very deeply, and I let my right hand go down to caress the growing bulge in his jeans. I was so flattered that as a girl, that I could get him so hard so easily. By now, I was beginning to think of his cock as my little baby. I liked his cock very much.

"Oh Thomas, this has been such a very lovely day... you have made me so very happy today... and, well let's hurry back home. I... I want to suck your cock some more."

"Do you really, Debbie?"

"Oh... listen, if it was not daylight out, I'd suck it right now for you."

"Well... if you really wanted to, you could suck it while I am driving on the highway."

We got out of the town onto the highway back north. I took my gloves off as the car warmed up. I reached over, and while I was being very careful not to ruin my nails, I managed to get his jeans opened, and managed to get his cock out so that I could play with it for him.

"You are turning into such a sexy little slut, Deb..."

"Yeah... ain't I though?" I giggled girlishly.

I noted the satisfied smile on his face as I ducked under his right arm and lowered my head to his lap, so that I could get him back into my mouth. I did not want him to cum, but I did want to be able to kiss and to suck on his cock for a little while. I wanted to tease him till I was driving him wild. He had made me so happy today, that I wanted him to remember this day for a very very long time.

I felt his hand caressing my back. I felt my crinkly crinoline slip tickling my knees. I smelled his man smell as I kissed and licked the head of his cock, as though it was a lollipop. I moaned in my pleasure as I opened my mouth and lowered my head. I gently licked his shaft as it filled my mouth, and sucked it. I moved my head a bit to cause friction in different areas of his cock. I masturbated him as I moved my head slowly up and down on his shaft.

I loved the feel of the skin of his cock as I felt it moving on my lips. I loved the feel of the way the large head of his cock pressed against the insides of my cheeks as I moved my head very slowly up and down on him. I loved feeling like his wife. As I sucked, I admired the look of my engagement and wedding rings.

I loved knowing that my skirts had given me the freedom to act like I really was his wife. I loved knowing that I was his personal little effeminated cock sucker. Most of all, I loved knowing that I was wearing his wife's clothes and sucking his cock, just the way she might have done it, perhaps while he was driving on this very road.

I licked at his cock head to tease him, and once again lowered my head, burying him deep inside my mouth. I sighed in my contentment. This was the way I always wanted to be... making love to my husband.

"Deborah... you are one very very fine cock sucker... you know that?"

"Well Mr. Burns, I think I could become the best, if I had enough practice... what do you think?"

"They say that practice makes perfect, Honey."

I felt his hand caressing my back as I continued to suck his cock for him. I loved being able to act like this with him. I wanted to make him glad that he had ever met me. I wanted to be like his wife for a little while.

"Uh... Babe, you better stop that... we are nearly home."

I gave his cock one last loving kiss and started to work it back into his underwear. I could not do it. He managed to get his pants closed with a few twisted gyrations and grunts. I smiled at him.

Finally, we got back into the house. I was hot to trot.

We decided that now would be a good time to take some of the pictures that I had wanted to take. I went to the spare room and retrieved the magazines that I had brought with me. I had looked at them many times, and I knew which of the poses I wanted to try.

To start with, Thomas stood as I sat on the couch and I reached up to unbutton his shirt. We took three shots of me opening his shirt like that. Then the shots progressed to me opening his pants. Of course, my facial expression had to register the proper amount of delight, as the camera photographed me pulling down his shorts and seeing his cock jump out at me. The delight was not hard to feign. I liked his cock.

Once he was completely naked, it was time to do some of the things that the TV's in the magazines had done. The first one was for me to sit in an easy chair, sort of squinched down. Thomas posed with his back to the camera, his knees on the arms of the chair. I reached up and took his cock into my left hand, and I pointed it towards my wide open mouth. The camera flashed. Thomas told me that he would like a copy of that photo to, so we took another one.

We looked through one magazine called Sissy Expose. We saw one sexy looking TV in various states of having her clothing in what the French call dishabille. Thomas thought that they were sexy and wanted me to take some photos like that. For the first one, I sat in the easy chair, pulled my dress up and lowered my panties to just below my knees. My erection was evident.

Thomas took the camera in his hand and took some photos of me as I masturbated myself for him. Then I had to kneel on the chair, my dress pulled up at the back, and my panties half way down my thighs. My head was thrown back and I was looking back over one shoulder at the camera. I knew that I looked inviting. After a few poses like that we thought we might try doing something different.

Next we looked at another magazine, called TV Night. We came to the first picture that we both liked. It showed a TV and her guy. laying on a couch, the kind that pulled out into a bed. He was laying back with only his head propped up against the back of the couch and she was laying on her left side, with her head hovering just above his chest.

She had her mouth wide open and the tip of her tongue was sticking out. Her right hand was holding the balls of his big erection. Her mouth looked like it might only be a foot away from his cock head. He was also holding his balls with his left hand, as though he were presenting her with them. We decided that we would like to get some pictures like that.

Thomas lay on the bed in the right position and I set up the camera. I set the timer and climbed onto the bed and got into the right pose. When the camera flashed, we decided to wait and see how it turned out, to see if we wanted to make any changes. In the mean time, I knew that I had to try to keep his cock hard, so I lowered my head and licked and sucked him for a few moments.

The photo was what we wanted, so we took a couple more of that shot. We picked up the magazine again and looked for the next pose that we thought that we liked.

In this picture, he was sitting up, laying against the back of the couch, with his head laid back, and a look of bliss on his face. She was in the same position, only her head was further down. She also had her head turned toward the camera. He was doing nothing, except lying there. She had his balls fully cupped in her right hand. Thomas got into his position and I reset the timer, and then got into my pose. I liked this one so much, that I wanted some extras of it.

In the next pose that we liked, he was up on one leg, leaning against the back of the couch, with his bum facing the camera. Her head was propped up on a pillow and her mouth was wide open. His cock hung about two inches from her mouth. her right hand was resting on his left thigh. She was staring at his cock like all she wanted to do was to get her mouth onto it again. I knew that I could have that look on my face to. I knew what it felt like to feel like that. We took some of those pictures for our collection.

Then I saw one that I really really liked. It showed her leaning against the back of the couch. He was up on his knees and leaning over the back of the couch, covering her left shoulder. Her arms were around his waist. One of her hands was on his hairy bum and the other one was at the small of his back. Her left cheek was resting on his ribs as she smiled at the camera. His legs were wide open, spread out across her upper belly. His cock was hanging down. Thomas did not like that one so much, but he agreed to take a couple of shots like that for me.

Then we took one of us sitting beside each other. Like the picture, showed, I had my head leaning on his right shoulder, and we had each other's cocks in our hands. Like the girl in the photo, I had my entire right hand over the end of his cock, and I was pulling it upwards.

We leafed through a few more pages, till we came to one that Thomas really really liked. In it, the stud was upright, leaning on his right knee. She was on all fours, with her neck on the arm rest of the couch. Her eyes and mouth were wide open, as though in surprise. Both of his hands were down in front of him, as though he were trying to ram his cock up into her. After he reminded me that I had promised to obey, I got into the position. He raised my dress and pulled my panties mid way down to my knees. Then he set the timer and took his position. I felt his cock as he rubbed it against my anus. I knew it would not be long before he forced his way into me. I hoped it would not hurt too much. Because Thomas liked that pose so much, we took a couple more pictures like that. It was a humiliating pose, and I loved it.

The next picture that we saw that we liked, showed her sitting in an easy chair, in an upright position. Her right leg was draped over the chairs left arm and her left knee was resting against the arm. Her left hand was on his left knee. He was standing straight up on the chair, his left leg in behind her, and his right leg bent, with his foot on the arm of the chair. His cock was hanging down, almost into her wide open mouth. I loved the pose, and we took four pictures. The only differences were that in our pictures, his cock head was resting right on my bottom lip.

Then we came to another picture that Thomas liked. In it, she was laying on her belly, legs together. She was looking up at him, over her right shoulder. He was kneeling on her left side at her waist and he had his cock resting between her bum cheeks. Her facial expression seemed to say, "Why aren't you fucking me, Honey?"

Thomas told me to get on my belly like the girl in the picture. The girl in the photos was almost naked, but I was still wearing my all of my clothes. He moved my dress up, and pulled my panties down. He set the timer and crawled up onto the bed in his position. He opened my bum cheeks and put the head of his cock between my bum cheeks. I looked back as she had, and the camera flashed. He wanted more of these photos, so I did as he wanted me to.

There were only tow more that we liked in that magazine. In one, they were in much the same poses as the first picture, except that she had her head right on his lap and his cock was right on her lips, as she smiled at the camera. The next picture showed her lying on her back, her legs spread wide apart as he knelt on the floor, and was about to kiss her cock. We took some of those poses.

The third magazine that we looked at was called Pascha's Big Bone. It was the last magazine that I had brought with me. The first photo that we saw that we both liked showed the guy, standing straight up, beside a bed. His shirt was wide open. His hands were clasped behind his back. His pants were down to his knees, and his shorts were at his lower thighs.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had both of her hands around the base of his cock. This made his erection stick straight out. She had her mouth wide open and about two inches from his cock head. I thought that she looked so cute and feminine. I wanted to look like that to. Thomas thought that it was a proper photo for a person like me. We took a number of pictures of me with my mouth in various degrees of closeness to his erection. One was really nice. In it, I had one knee up on the edge of the bed, and so I had to look down to see his cock. I held it and lowered my head, just as the camera was flashing. I was not able to resist, and spent the next couple of minutes sucking it for him.

Then there were some pictures of him undressing the girl. Thomas thought he would like that, so we took those pictures. Actually, all that he took off me was my dress and my panties. I kept everything else on. But we took a picture as I was stepping out of the panties as he was kneeling in front of me, holding them at my ankles.

Then he saw a picture that he really liked. In it, she was up on her right arm and her right knee, leaning on the bed. Her left foot was on the floor. She had her left hand on her upper left thigh. She was sort of half turned towards the camera, and looking back at him. He had his left foot on the floor, and his erect cock between her bum cheeks. Thomas took three pictures of me in that pose. I knew that the moment was drawing closer and closer for me.

On the next page was another photo almost similar, except that she was now leaned over, with both hands on the bed. She was looking back, as though she could see the big cock at her bum cheeks.

The next pose showed a profile of her, laying on her back, her eyes closed, and her hands up over her head. She was having her cock being sucked by her man lover. Thomas agreed to pose for that photo for me. In another photo, he was laying on the bed, while she was on her knees, erect. He was sucking her in that photo to. We took our own versions of that pose.

The next pose we wanted to photograph was of a sixty niner. But, he was on the bottom and she was holding his cock with her tight hand, while she was licking his balls on the left side of his cock. There were a few pictures of that, and we copied them all. Like the girl though, it was obvious from our photos that I was really enjoying sucking cock, a lot more than my man lover did.

We were amazed to find that we only had one picture left. He asked me what I wanted to photograph, and I told him. I wanted to get one more picture of him cumming on my face as I masturbated him. Thomas took the camera into his hand and held it up to his eye.

I went down between his legs and began to masturbate and suck his cock for him, constantly smiling up at the camera as I did so. Soon he began to stiffen and I knew I had once again brought him to the point of no return. I saw the cum spurt out of his cock, right at my face, a split second before I smiled up at the camera and was blinded by it's flash.

I knew that I should not do it, but I lowered my head and took his erupting cock into my mouth. I started to lick and suck all of his cum out of him. I wanted him to feel me sucking it out of him. Thomas bucked around and moaned. He kept telling me what a fantastic fairy cock sucker I was, as I tried to prove to him that I was the best.

I did not swallow any of his cum. It tasted kind of bitter. I figured that that must be from the wine we had had earlier in the day. Thomas lay back on his bed and just sighed, telling me that this had been a fabulous day for him.

I stood up and pulled my panties back on, and put his wife's dress back on. I went over and sat on the bed as he raised the zipper for me. I told him to take a shower, and I would make us a light lunch. That idea went over very well with him.

In the kitchen, I drank some more wine. This day had been satisfying beyond my wildest dreams, and I was totally happy. He had some cold chicken in his refrigerator, so I made some sandwiches with mayonnaise and lettuce and seasonings. I poured him another glass of wine and I refilled mine, and took the sandwiches and wine bottle out to the living room.

Thomas took a long time in the shower. I was half tempted to go in and see if he needed some help washing his back. I drank three glasses of wine while I waited for him. By the time he finally came out, I was feeling very very fine indeed. He wore a bathrobe, and nothing else.

I smiled when I realized that he was naked under neath, I hoped he'd be able to get it up again for me. We sat, cuddling, as I fed him his sandwich, one bite at a time.

He was making me feel so horny and womanly. I tried to tell him how he was making me feel. I hoped he would understand. I knew he had Meagan in him, so, I was really hoping that he would understand how he was making me feel. I looked at the new rings on my finger as I fed him. I felt so cherished at that moment.

We sipped and giggled for the next hour, till the rest of the wine was gone. He made me feel like I was really his girlfriend. I knew that I was going to do anything he asked me to do for him. I hoped he would want to fuck me. He had been so nice to me so far today... that I could hardly wait for him to really make a wife out of me. I knew from the pictures that we had taken that he had seemed to have had a fascination for having his cock near my bum.

I got up and went to the spare room. I refreshed my makeup and once again I spritzed on perfume, including under my dress. I was floating on a pink cloud and I loved it.

We watched a bit of television, with me cuddled in the crook of his left arm. We talked as lovers do. I felt so completely cast in the feminine role. I was the girl, and he had made me feel that way.

Finally, Thomas spoke up, changing the subject.

"Debbie, I have laid out my wife's night gown for you. why don't you go and get into it?"

I looked up at him, and I am certain that I was doe eyed. I kissed him and told him that that sounded like a good idea. I turned my back to him so that he could lower my zipper, then I stood and felt his hand rest lightly on my bum as I walked away, towards his bedroom.

In his room, I took off my dress and went over to look at the night gown. It was pink, knee lengthed, and had frilly little panties that went with it. I removed the panties that I was wearing and pulled the new ones on. I felt so intimately connected with his wife, as she had worn these same panties and had slept in that same bed with Thomas, the man who was now my husband, as he had been hers,

I lowered the panties as I remembered to put on a new condom. I lowered the gown over my head, and stepped into the high heeled mules that she had worn. I was surprised that they fit me as well as they did. I wrapped a matching pegnoire about my waist and went into the bathroom. I checked my makeup in the brighter light, and decided that I still looked pretty.

When I returned to the bedroom, Thomas was lying in the bed, propped up against some pillows. He was looking at one of the magazines that I had brought with me. He was looking longingly at the pictures of the girls with a cock on their bums.

Date with Thomas part 3

I stopped. I knew that I was framed in the doorway, by the brightness of the bathroom light behind me. I could clearly see what pictures he was looking at, and I knew what my fate would be.

He looked up at me and smiled, then he let out a low whistle. Slowly, he reached over and raised the covers, in an invitation for me to join him in his bed. I smiled. This was one invitation I would certainly respond to. I had an instant hard on in my panties as I thought about what he was going to do to me. Now, I was about to truly become his wife.

I was wearing his wife's clothes. I was with her husband. Now, he was inviting me into her bed to lie with him, taking her rightful place. My heart fluttered in my throat as I smiled and nervously made my way over to the bed. I turned my back to the bed, sat down amidst a loud rustling of my garments, and kicked off my mules. Then I gracefully raised my legs and swung them under the sheet. I was glad that I was still wearing my nylons as they felt so sexy under his covers.

Thomas was an all naked man, and he masterfully pulled me into his arms. He had a raging erection for me to deal with for him. I smiled, and I melted as he became like an octopus as his arms wrapped around me and his hands began to explore every inch of my feminized body. I knew I was his wife at the moment, and it thrilled me. I lovingly reached out with both of my hands to caress that cock that he was going to use on me.

I yielded to his hands and lay back passively, enjoying all that he was doing. I knew that the time had come for me. My husband was going to take my virginity. I was going to get myself fucked by a man.

I shuddered as I thought about it. I wanted it, even if it would hurt, I wanted it. I was thankful for the strong buzz that I still had from all the wine I had had. It would help me to relax.

I had read that if you can relax your sphincter that it would not hurt as much. I really hoped that that was really true. I hate pain. I lay and felt Thomas, as he was feeling and kissing nearly every part of my body. I loved the way he just assumed that any part of my body was his to explore. I caressed the back of his head as I received his love making. I felt normal to be his woman. I felt privileged to know that he had done these very same things to her, when she had been wearing the very same clothes that I had on now. Deep inside, I hoped he would be ready soon.

I was as ready as I would ever be. I wanted to experience being a woman and a wife, and I wanted to know what it felt like to be having a man inside of my body, especially when I was wearing his wife's clothes.

"Well now, Mrs. Burns... Do you think that you are ready to consummate your marriage with Mr. Burns?"

"Yes... yes." I breathed heavily. Even if I wanted to get away, which I did not, if he wanted to rape me, he very easily could, and I would be absolutely helpless to stop him. But, I knew that I did not want to be raped. I wanted for him to enter me like a woman. No... Actually, I wanted for him to enter me the way he would enter a woman who willingly wanted him to enter her, because she loved him.

I sighed fearfully, yet expectantly. I wanted for my husband to fuck me.

"Say it, Debbie, you have to say it... I want to hear you say it."

"Oh... Thomas... I want you... I want you now. I want you to take possession of me... to truly make me into your wife... I want you to fuck me and fill me with yourself. Fuck me like you fucked your wife. Make me love you the way you made her love you. Please be gentle with me my love... I want to be yours, Darling Thomas."

"I will Baby... I will. This has been the best day I have had in a very long time. I want to thankyou for making it so wonderful for me. I want to reward you. I am going to fuck you just like you were my wife. I want you to know that I will be thinking of you just like I thought of her. I am going to do to you exactly what I have done to her. You are her now... Debbie."

"Yessss... Oh yessss..."

I felt his strong hands under the blankets as he rolled me onto my belly, and pushed my night gown up over my back and then i felt him pulling my panties down. I felt and heard him moving about. I did not know what he was doing. I tired so very hard to relax my sphincter for him to enter me. This was my honeymoon consummation.

Then I felt his hands back on my bum. His rough calloused fingers gently caressed me. Then I could feel some kind of cold feeling cream on his finger as he began to gently caress my anus. I moved up into his hand. It felt so nice. My anus was very very sensitive to his touch. I had not known before how much pleasure I was capable of feeling from that spot. I loved it. I moaned. I moved for him to be able to get at me easier.

"So... My little Debbie likes it when daddy plays with her pussy does she?"

I moaned again as I started to get caught up in the heat that he was generating inside of me. I felt his finger tip very slowly start to penetrate me. He was so slow and so very very gentle. At first it was uncomfortable and I felt like I had to really go to the bath room, really bad. But as he gently inserted his finger and began to move it around inside of me, I relaxed and started to enjoy the pleasures he was giving to me. I loved being the fuckee rather than the fucker.

I soon found that I could soon easily accommodate his finger and he began to move it in and out of me, fucking me with it. I moaned and pushed my bum up at him as he moved it into me.

"Oh... Yessss, she is such a hot little wench. You love it when Daddy fucks your pretty little pussy with his finger, don't you lady?"

"Ummm... Uhhh... Ummm..."

I tensed up again, as it got tight again. I soon was able to relax and receive the second finger into me, as easily as I had received the first one. I loved the feel of his fingers inside of me, fucking me. I wanted his cock inside of me. I wanted the weight of his body laying on top of me, pinning me to the bed as his cock was inside of me. I wanted his kisses on my neck as he fucked me.

"You have such a beautiful tight little pussy pretty Debbie... I love it. You act just like my wife used to act when I loved her like this. She loved it to."

He manipulated me in that manner for a few more minutes, till he felt that I had really relaxed enough to be enjoying what he was doing to me. I had never had any idea that my anus could be so sensitive. It was erotic bliss for me to feel his fingers moving in and out of me like that. I was acutely aware of every feminine stitch of his wife's clothing that now adorned my body.

Soon, he removed his fingers. I felt Thomas move as he positioned himself over me. I felt his fingers open my bum cheeks and I felt his cock as it touched my sensitive pussy lips. I felt him push as he lowered his weight onto my back. I could not move.

There was a flash of searing white hot pain as he dropped his weight onto me and his cock head was forced into my virgin pussy. I nearly screamed.

He lay still and began to kiss my neck and my left cheek, consoling me, telling me that I was doing very well... that I was taking it like a woman. Except for his head and his lips, he did not move. He continued to kiss me and tell me how pretty and how brave I was, till he sensed that I was stretched enough, that I was no longer in serious pain.

"Okay, Mrs. Deborah Burns... I'm going to start fucking you now... I'll be slow and gentle with you, Babe."

I whimpered. It hurt as I felt him begin to move inside of me. But as he began to gently and slowly move, I began to relax more. I began to feel less of the pain his cock had caused me. I began to feel more of his cock as he gently began to move in small gentle in and out strokes. I could feel his cock inside of me, just like his wife had felt him inside of her.

Gradually the pain left and I could feel his cock as it was moving inside of me, filling me up, then vacating me, leaving me feeling empty, and wanting it back inside of me. I felt, not like he was just filling a part of my body, but like he had entered my psyche. This feeling pleased me. I knew from reading, that many women felt like this when they were fucked.

"Now, Debbie... you are getting your pretty little pussy fucked, just like a real grown up girl. Do you like it... my sexy little wife?"

"Uh... yes... fuck me Thomas my Darling. Make your love to me... Make me glad that I know and love you... uhhh... Make me your woman..."

The pain gradually disappeared and was replaced, first by an awareness of the cock that was moving in and out of me the way it was. But, after a while, I began to feel a tremendous sense of being completed in some strange way.

Then came the physical bliss of an impending orgasm... only this time, it was not centered in the end of my cock like I was used to feeling. It seemed to be growing all over inside of me all at the same time. It seemed to be a growing sense of femininity. I was aware that it was I who was wearing the night gown and the panties. It was I who had a man lying on top of me, entering me. It was I in the woman's role... and I was being fucked. I'd been a lady for this man all day long, and now he was making me into his lady in every sense of the word.

I began to buck up at him as I felt him coming down into me. I wanted him to cum in me. I wanted to feel his throbbing as his cock released his cum into my womanly receptacle of a body.

His lips and teeth were busy, biting my neck and kissing my cheeks as he fucked me. I heard him pay me one of the highest compliments that I as a guy had ever paid to a chick.

"You fuck like a mink, Baby... Ohhh you fuck so good..."

His words pleased me and heightened my utter sense of finally being as womanly as I was able to experience. I was his. I was his for his pleasure... and in yielding myself to being for his pleasure, I was being pleasured greater than I had ever thought was possible for me.

I was on a pink cloud of bliss, and I wanted him to fuck me. I hoped that I had drained him so much today that he would not be able to cum for a long time. I wanted him to keep fucking me with that man rod of his, till he was too tired to fuck me any more.

I knew that I belonged under a man like this, wearing pretty, sexy lingerie and receiving him into my body, being possessed by him, used for his pleasure. This was right and natural for me. I loved it.

I felt the climax growing in the end of my cock. The way he was moving was driving my sensitive cock head into the lovely diaphanous material of my night gown, and I could not stop it from growing inside of me.

This time it was different though. It was a deeper and fuller orgasm that was growing... more intense than anything that I had ever experienced before. I knew that it was because I was being treated like a woman.

I listened to Thomas as he was talking to me.

"Oh man... I love fucking you... your pussy is so tight it makes me feel every inch of my cock when I am inside of you. You were meant to be on the bottom like this. You are a pussy and I love you for it. I wish I could keep you here, and never let you out of my sight, so that I can fuck you when ever I want to, again and again. Your pussy is just perfect for me."

I thought fleetingly, that now I could describe myself as French active and Greek passive... just one more fancy way of saying that I am as queer as they come... that I liked wearing frilly women's clothing... sucking cocks and. now I also knew that I loved getting my bum fucked by a man.

I felt Thomas stiffen and he started to drive himself deep into me, almost frantically. I knew that he was orgasming inside of me, just like he used to orgasm inside of his wife. I was receiving him, just like she had. The awareness that I was being completely womanized by him, drove me over the edge. I began to spurt a stream out of the end of my own little cockette, in a wild and totally sensuous and totally consuming orgasm of hyper sensual effeminated bliss. I had never felt so completely sexual in my life, and I loved it. I knew that I would come back to this man. I knew that I would want him to fuck me again.

I would dress up in womens clothes for him, and I would let him do anything he wanted to do to me. I just knew that I was his now in a way that I did not belong to anyone else.

I smiled as I slowly drifted down from the pink cloud. I knew I had become his wife.

I felt him soften and he pulled himself out of me. I rolled over just in time to see him removing the condom that he had been wearing. I was thankful for his remembering to put one on.

It was quite late now. I rose from the bed where I had lost my virginity, and I went into the spare room. In the doorway, I looked back at the man lying there. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat. He'd had me just the way he'd wanted to have me. I almost wished that I could have stayed with him. I wished that I had the time for him to have me again.

I slowly undressed, removing his wife's clothes, almost lovingly, and put on the same outfit that I had been wearing when I had arrived this morning. The only difference was that I was now wearing a new pair of panties from the lady whose shoes I'd been allowed to walk in.

I redid my makeup and went out into the living room. Thomas was in his bath robe again, waiting for me. He had made me a hot coffee. He knew that I had a long drive ahead of me.

"Debbie... Did you really like what we did today?"

"Oh... I loved it, Thomas. Thankyou so very much. You have been so wonderful and understanding. Thankyou." I went over and reached up to put my arms around his neck, as I spoke, and gently kissed his lips. I knew that I really really liked this guy.

"Hey... it was a two way street you know. Hell, I thought you were an absolute doll, just fantastic, and I can hardly wait for you to come back again. You do want to come back again, don't you?"

"You know it Mister... I loved today. I loved you today." I kissed the man again, and sat on the couch, and poured the coffee into the cups that were waiting.

Thomas sat down beside me, his right hand going to my nyloned knee. "Well, if you are going to come back, why not just leave all of your stuff here? Maybe that will mean that you will be back sooner than later."

"Hey, that is a great idea. I do have to go back to the motel to change back, and to keep one outfit for at home, but I can leave everything else here for you, if you want me to. Besides, I bet you want to try on some of my things to, when I am not here, eh?"

"Uh... yeah... I would like to do that, as I remember what we did toady."

"Maybe you should give me my own key, so that I could come over and dress up whenever it was convenient for me to do so? Would you like that?"

"Now that is a great idea, Mrs. Burns. Uh... You... uh... you think that maybe I could dress up as Meagan the next time you come, Debbie?"

"You can wear whatever you want to, my Darling... just remember who's supposed to wear the panties and who's supposed to wear the pants, okay? If you want to be a husband who wears panties and dresses, that is fine with me, as long as you remain a husband under neath all the frills and prettiness... Can you do that?"

"Hey... you are the wife, right? I did it with my wife and I was very happy with the arrangement. You are my wife now, remember? I never took the vows to be the wife... you did, okay?"

"Oh... that was so lovely of you..." I held my hand up and admired the rings.

"They are only cubic zarconia, but they look like real diamonds."

"It is the thought that counts with me, Thomas. And you proved in no uncertain terms that you were able to make a wife out of me." I stood back a step and I rubbed my bum gingerly through my skirt. "Yeah... you sure proved that didn't you? I'm going to have trouble walking for a week now, all thanks to you. You are a lot bigger than you seemed to be... from your pictures you know."

"Every guy likes hearing his chick talk like that about him, Deb. No... I just like to wear women's clothes. I don't want to be a woman, at least not in the way that you seem to. As long as you let me be Meagan lots of times, that is okay with me."

"I'm looking forward to helping Meagan come out, Thomas. I just want to reinforce the idea though, that if I can not be in the totally feminine role with you, regardless of whether you are all man or if you are wearing panties sometimes... that I just could not be a man with you, when you are being Meagan. That is just not in me. what turns me on is being womanly with a guy. I tried being a guy with a guy once, and I really really hated it. I hope that you understand? I know that you can be a man with me as well as being Meagan, but I just do not have it in me to be a man for Meagan. I just want you to know that, eh?"

"I understand. It is alright with me. Please, Baby, come back to your loving man soon, eh? The next time that you come, I am going to have a surprise for you. I know all of your sizes now so I am going to order some really pretty frilly little girl dresses for you. Next time, you will be my daughter, not my wife."

As he said that, he helped me on with my coat.

He just knew what would turn me on. I turned back into his warm and strong embrace. "Daddy, I will be the sexiest little girl you could possibly imagine. I hope that you will be the sexiest daddy that a little girl could ever want."

"You bet on it Sweetpants. Why, I might even give you a spanking on your pretty pantied bum, just to show who is the boss." He opened the door for me.

If time permitted, I would have gone back inside and sucked him off again, his words were so exciting to me. I smiled and I turned and gave him my last loving kiss. He knew that I would love being his little girl, even if it did mean the occasional spanking. I could hardly wait. I stepped out onto the porch, then made my way down the sidewalk.........