Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author.
The Lady in Red
by Amber Fountaine
One of the most rewarding things to come of the last ten years of writing these erotic stories for Nifty and other groups is occasionally getting to meet a fan of my work. I'm sure you can imagine the fun that we have since our interests are the same. Almost as good are the inspiring stories that are related to me, both in person and by email. The following is the story of a man my age whose beginning efforts at bisexuality paralleled my own in some places. He visited me here in San Antonio a few weeks ago and over the course of three days - in between the convention events that were the purpose of his visit - he told me how his wife had coaxed him out of the closet - a closet he didn't even know he was in - and all the fun he'd had since then. This is his story.
A Lady in Red - A Slut in Bed
It was the fifties and if you weren't there for it, you'll just have to take my word that it was a whole lot different than today. The whole world was becoming more morally liberal, but in steps, and sometimes they were VERY slow steps if you were a young boy going through puberty at the time.
In retrospect, I'd call it the middle ages of sexuality. World War II had wiped out a lot of the sexual mores of the first half of the century. The bikini had been introduced in Paris in the late 40's, and by the 50's two piece bathing suits were becoming commonplace. Topless beaches began to slowly materialize, first in Europe and then on the west coast; often to be shut down within a month or two only to be replaced by another. "Playboy" magazine had appeared on the newsstands and while it was very tame in comparison to today's version, it was the answer to many a young man's masturbatory inspiration. I was one of those young men.
For two years I made do with my mother's Sears and J.C. Penny catalogs, looking at the lingerie ads while pumping my prick. Then I was able to get my hands on a good used "Playboy" (I couldn't buy one and had to wait for an older friend to pass one down) and that was even better - there were bare tits to look at.
In those days, a woman's crotch was never shown naked, but tits were abundant. In most of the pictures the women wore lingerie, eventually getting down to just a pair of panties. If you happen to run across an old issue at a flea market or something, glance through it and you'll see what I mean. In any shot where there was total nudity, the picture was taken from a rear quarter view and if a picture accidentally picked up even a hint of pubic hair, it was airbrushed out before going to print.
This was also before the days of pantyhose so those lingerie pictures usually included lots of shots of women in stockings and garter belts and sexy lacy panties. As a result, I must have jacked my cock hundreds of times, probably thousands times in my teens and beyond, looking at women in lingerie and as a result, that lingerie became synonymous with sex to me.
Then I got to college, partied too hardy, got drafted, spent some time in the service, and came home a MUCH more experienced man. Yet while I was now fully aware of the female form and not just from pictures, it still turned me on more to see a woman in lingerie than to see her naked. All those daily and nightly sessions with a catalog or "Playboy" in one hand and my cock in the other had permanently made lingerie a part of my sexual psyche.
In the late 60's I got married, and divorced about five years later when my wife found her boss's income (about ten times what she and I were making combined) more to her liking than what I could provide. By then it was the seventies, and as I often tell my friends that can remember those days, "The seventies were good to me."
There was about a ten year period there before AIDS became a spreading national concern, when sex reached its peak in this country. It might have been that way all around the world, but I was too busy with all I had here to worry about that. I'd been back on the singles scene, screwing everything that came along in a skirt (yes, the women still wore dresses then), and had no intention of settling down with one woman, much less getting married - until I met Eileen.
She had me wrapped around her finger from the moment I met her.
There were some friends, Jim & Teressa, with a big house in the country with a pool and large patio area. They had monthly parties that always turned into an orgy after a couple hours of normal socializing. Ruth Ann, my date for the party, had been there before, knew the score and most of the regular guests. So we were going in different directions within minutes of adding our bottle of rum to the collection of booze bottles behind the bar. The next time I saw her she was cavorting naked around the pool and it looked to me like her goal was to be the first one fucked that afternoon. From a doorway into the house, I was watching her stick her hand down the front of some guy's bathing suit and wondered, as much as she loved to suck a cock, if she was going to do the guy right there and get things started. From experience I knew that once something like that happened, within minutes half the guests would be naked and doing the same thing.
So I was standing, watching, smoking a joint, and waiting to see what happened next when Eileen moved up behind me and whispered in my ear, nearly causing me to jump.
"Looks like your girlfriend is going to start without you," she said softly.
I couldn't help but spin around and found myself face to face with a gorgeous redheaded creature, smiling seductively. "Uh, that's okay," I told her, passing her the joint. I'd never seen her before that I could remember, but I sure wanted to see her again. "She's my date - not my girlfriend." I thought that might explain the difference. You had to have a date to come to Jim's parties and I wasn't the only guy there with a no-strings date.
"Good," she told me after taking a big toke and slowly letting it out. "I want you to take me home - so save yourself." Then she handed back the joint, kissed me on the cheek, and turned and walked back into the den area.
No way could I not watch her go. The short summer dress was thin enough that I could see the red bra and panties beneath it and the hose on her bare feet excited my imagination. She was head to toe the sexual vision that I'd seen in my dreams. I didn't know what she intended to do with her date, but I knew I'd be dumping mine.
I was the stereotypical macho male in most every respect. I told women what I wanted and expected them to do it. I was completely and totally straight and while there were a few bi men at those parties, they pretty much knew who each other were and left us straight guys alone. Even my ex-wife, who could get pretty bitchy at times, had never tried to give me an order. But this woman, whose name I didn't even know at the moment, had just walked up and told me she wanted me to take her home. Not only that, she'd told me I would be expected to be able to perform sexually when I did. And it never once occurred to me to question her.
Eileen disappeared into a small crowd so I continued to watch Ruth Ann sit her new friend on the edge of the diving board and begin to suck his cock. Just as I'd expected, that served as the signal everyone was waiting for, and when the people outside began stripping for action, so did the people inside watching through the large windows on the back of the house. I went looking for Eileen and continued to look for over an hour. I think I looked in every room and circled the pool area twice and couldn't find her. I needed more information so I'd know what to do with Ruth Ann.
The way I saw it, I had a few options open to me depending on what time Eileen was going to want to go home. For instance, if she intended to stay late - which I knew could be almost daybreak the next day - I could be nice, take Ruth Ann home early, and then come back for Eileen. But after an unsuccessful hour of looking for her, I'd just about decided that Eileen must have already found another ride and was gone. By that time all the guests that were still there were either naked or damn close to it, most had paired off at least once already, and I quit worrying about Eileen and joined in the fun.
Now there is one little thing I did - and still do - that a lot of men don't and that's eat fresh fucked pussy. Like I said, I considered myself totally straight, had no desire at all to suck a cock, but neither was I at all bothered by the taste of cum. A girl in college had been the first to get me to eat her after we had sex and after that first time, when I'd hesitated a bit, I'd found the taste to be acceptable and maybe kind of sexy in a kinky sort of way. By the time we broke up the following semester, I was actually looking forward to those little semi-tremor orgasms she had when I sucked my cum out of her. Since she'd enjoyed it so much, I tried it with the next woman I slept with and got the same reaction. After that, it was something I'd continued to do with every woman I bedded and only once had I met a woman that thought it was disgusting. Except for her, the rest were VERY enthusiastic about my little quirk.
I was also aware that at a party like Jim's, you either had to get over the idea that any pussy you ate might already have another man's cum in it - or just not eat pussy. In my case, not eating pussy was totally out of the question so I ate those cum filled cunts with great joy and gusto - one of the very few to do so. As it turned out, that's what had gotten Eileen's attention at the party the previous month and I'd never known it.
I finally found her under a pile of men and women in one of the bedrooms and was glad I'd held off cumming - just in case. She saw me before I saw her and she had to take a dick out of her mouth to tell me she'd be ready to go in a little bit. So with that knowledge I went to find Ruth Ann and tell her she needed to find a ride home. Then I went back to the bedroom where I'd found Eileen. She'd moved from the mattress on the floor to the bed and was down to one guy fucking her doggy style. I could tell the guy was damn close so I waited for him to finish and as soon as he pulled out, she flopped over on her back, spread her legs, and crooked her finger at me.
"I'm ready for you now pussy boy. Lick me clean."
That had been my intention to begin with and I quickly moved to comply. The guy that had just fucked her sort of chuckled at me. If he had anything to say I missed it as Eileen's thighs squeezed against my ears as she began a series of small orgasms. With each squeeze of her thighs, my mouth seemed to be filled with more of her juices until I had to wonder just how many men she'd fucked. What I didn't know at the time was that there was a squirt of her pee in with each squeeze that pushed out some of the cum that had been shot into her. The cum was the dominant taste, but most of the liquid was her piss.
"That was way better than last month," she told me when she finally pushed me away. "And I thought you were incredible then."
"I did that last month?" I asked. I had to take her word for it. For some reason I couldn't remember her from the previous month and knew I hadn't had that much to drink.
"We did a sixty-nine just before you left. I was so full of cum I was sure you wouldn't eat me but you did. You bi guys make the best lovers for sure."
I wanted to deny the part about being bi but the way she'd put it I'd be denying I was one of the `best lovers' too. So I let that slide for the time, deciding I'd correct her later. I remembered at the last party, just before I'd left, that one woman had been sitting on my face and when she'd gotten off, another had take her place facing my feet and then leaned over in a 69 position. I'd never seen that woman's face, only the globes of her ass and the cute pucker in between, and knew now that the second woman must have been Eileen.
From experience, I'd worn my standard summertime party attire of sandals, a polo shirt, slacks and no underwear. So gathering my clothes and getting dressed was as easy as it had been to get undressed. On the other hand, Eileen had worn a summer dress and a full compliment of lingerie, including both panties and pantyhose. "I usually don't wear both," she explained, putting on the panties and stuffing the hose in her purse. "But at a party like this, the pantyhose usually turn up missing or ruined and sometimes the panties disappear too."
I can remember at the time, like a dummy, that I thought she meant that one of the other women grabbed her panties by mistake. I had no idea that there were men that collected intimate souvenirs for one reason or another. I'd gone to a community college and while we'd heard of panty raids, I'd never met anyone that had actually done that and had no idea what became of the panties that the panty raiders captured. While I might have been active in the swing scene of the time, I was still pretty naïve when it came to kinks and perversions.
Eileen began my education or `conversion' that same night. When we got to her apartment, she told me she wanted me to come up but . . . Her roommate was out and they had a rule. Men were not allowed to spend the night until the other woman had met the guy and given their approval. However she said that I was welcome to come in for a final fuck of the night. Then when she found out that I'd been sucked on a few times but hadn't cum a single time at the party, having spent most of the evening eating pussy and saving myself as she'd asked, she gave me a very affectionate smile, stroked my cheek, kissed me passionately and simply said, "You may very well be the one."
I was afraid to ask what that meant, but from the smile on her face it appeared to be a good thing so I let it go at that. I should have had another clue when we were in her bedroom, getting undressed again, and I asked her to keep her lacy red panties on for the moment. They were very sexy and she reminded me a whole lot of those "Playboy" models from a few years back. Again she smiled at me and commented about me `being the one' for sure.
"Let's see," she said. Then she asked me if I wanted to see what she'd been up to when I couldn't find her. Of course I said "yes" and she pulled me into the bathroom with her. She had me get in the bath tub and then kneel down and sit on my haunches in front of her while she remained standing. Then she eased forward until she was standing astraddle of me and my face was in the front of her panties. I assumed she wanted me to eat her through the sheer material and just as I started nuzzling her clit with the bridge of my nose, she began to piss in her panties. She pushed herself forward enough so that her hot pee ran from the crotch of her panties, off my chin and down my chest, and through my pubic hair, dripping off the back of my balls. I'd never done anything like that and while I was surprised, I was also very turned on by her pee. When she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard against her, so that my face was bathed with her piss too, I didn't resist at all. By the time the last of her piss trickled out of the panty crotch, I was hard as a rock and more ready to fuck than I could ever remember.
I assumed she'd want to shower together after that but again I was wrong. I was quickly learning not to expect from Eileen that same things I'd been accustomed to with other women. She was definitely a bird of a different color. Instead, seeing my condition, she pulled me to my feet and pushed me out of the tub and toward her bed, not stopping until I was sprawled on my back at an angle across the bedcover. Then she straddled me on her knees and worked her way up so that she could settle her wet panty crotch on my face. I needed no instruction at that point and began sucking the remnants of her piss from the material, using my mouth and nose to nuzzle those wet folds of flesh beneath the nylon. When she was satisfied that I'd gotten all the pee there was to get from her panties, she pulled up and off, removed the panties, and in one quick movement, sank down on my erection, totally impaling herself on my shaft.
"You make me feel so full," she told me and I had to smile. I knew she was being kind. I'd seen some of those cocks at the party, almost all of them were bigger than mine, and I suspected she'd had most of them at least once. But I appreciated her gesture just the same. Then she began to give me the best fuck of my life.
At that point, there'd been maybe a dozen or so women I'd dated and bedded and another dozen or so that I'd fucked at parties like the one earlier that day. Throw in another half-dozen paid performances from my earlier years, mostly in the service, and I guess that gives you a total of about thirty or forty different women I'd fucked in my lifetime. Like I said earlier, the seventies were good to me. However, Eileen was better than the best and ten times better than a few. She could fuck me without moving a visible muscle and when she combined external movement with whatever those tricks were she did with muscles inside her pussy, she was incredible. Almost immediately I was wishing I'd cum a time or two at the party so I could hold off shooting with Eileen. But then, I don't know for sure that it would have helped. I doubt it was much more than a minute later that I was replacing some of that cum I'd eaten out of her at the party with a huge load of my own. At least it felt like I'd shot that much.
When she felt me cum, she paused her movement to milk me internally and when she was sure she'd extracted every drop of jism she could get, she smiled down at me and asked, "Think you might like to do that again?"
Oh boy did I! I wanted to scream "Hell yes!" but I barely had the strength at the moment to nod my head. I'd hardly had to move and yet I still felt like I'd run a marathon. I almost gasped out the words, "Sure, but can we rest first."
She laughed at me. "I didn't mean right this minute," she told me. "I meant I'd like to see you again. You do like to fuck in between Jim's parties don't you?"
I acknowledged that I did and would love to see her again as soon as she wanted - any time she wanted.
"Good. Tricia will be here tomorrow night. You can meet her before we go out and I'm sure she'll approve of you spending the night with us. Dinner is mandatory. Sex is mandatory. A movie or something would be nice - but that's optional."
I was stunned. It sounded like Eileen expected a three-some. "Is . . . huh . . . is Tricia going to join us?"
She laughed. "Not on the first date. What kind of girls do you think we are?" When I had no answer, afraid to make another comment, she laughed again and told me, "We'll see about later."
However she did suggest a shower together before I left and then once I was clean and dry and ready to get dressed, she handed me the panties she'd pissed in. The thin material was dry but the crotch was still damp. "Here. Wear these. You can't be running around without any underwear."
By then I had become accustomed to following her directions and never suspected that I was again being tested. Without a second thought, I put on the panties, surprised at how well they fit me and received a smile of approval from Eileen. "They really look sexy on you," she said. "You're lookin' more like the right guy all the time." I didn't comment.
Tricia turned out to be Eileen's little sister. There is four years difference in their ages but not a bit of difference in their attitude, especially when it comes to sex. Tricia is happily married now but it took some doing. Her first two husbands didn't train well. She met Trent a few years back and he's become the perfect mate for her. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I guess what's important to the story is that I'd been seeing Eileen for nearly a month before I found out Tricia was her sister. Starting about three weeks after my first real date with Eileen, Tricia did join us - on a date and in bed too.
By then, Eileen had found my soft spot for lingerie and had been nurturing it, making a lingerie show part of every sexual encounter. The panties she'd given me to wear home had been rinsed out and when dry, had been put on the headboard of my bed to admire on those nights when I didn't see Eileen. She'd spent the night at my place a couple of times and had teased me about wearing them, but I assured her that wasn't my thing. However a week or so later, our Friday night date to see a movie at the drive-in got rained out and we went straight to bed at her place instead. Following a couple of hours of sex, we decided it was still early enough to go get something to eat. After a quick shower together we went to get dressed. She suggested a place out on the highway that had a small dance hall and a band in back on weekends. I was all for that and glad I'd worn shoes and slacks instead of the shorts and sandals I'd considered.
We'd heard Tricia get home just as we were getting out of the shower. So just in case Tricia walked in, which she was known to do, I was walking around with my towel wrapped around me when suddenly Eileen dropped hers and began pulling lingerie out of her drawer and of course that got my attention! It was the first time I'd seen how extensive a collection of feminine finery she had and I moved closer to watch as she selected a matching yellow bra and panty set and then looked up to catch me staring.
She smiled at me seductively. "See something you like?"
Since she already knew how much I enjoyed seeing her in her sexy lingerie, there was no sense in me trying to deny my interest. "Huh, it all looks nice - especially on you."
She turned back to the open drawer, dug around for a second, and then pulled out a red pair of hip-hugger panties; almost a mate for the red ones I still had in my bedroom. "Here. You can wear these."
I started to balk at that but the look that got me quickly changed my mind. There was no harm in wearing her panties if that would make her happy and I definitely wanted to keep this vixen happy! Then I dropped my towel and she started laughing.
"You were all set to tell me you didn't want to wear these. Look at you."
I didn't have to look. I'd gotten hard watching her put on the bra and panties and digging through her lingerie drawer. I would have sworn the idea of wearing those panties had nothing to do with it. But it was pointless to do that. Eileen had already made up her mind that my erection had been caused by her giving me panties to wear. I managed to get into the panties by shoving my cock to one side and was about to put my slacks on when she stopped me.
"You know, we could have a lot of fun with this and you'd better give it some thought if you want to keep seeing me."
"Fun how?"
"You like lingerie. I like lingerie. If we both like lingerie, why not enjoy it together?"
That really did make sense when you thought about it. But at that moment I was more concerned with that part about `if you want to keep seeing me' than anything else. In the last few weeks I'd come to accept what I'd known in those first two minutes after I'd met her. I'd do whatever she wanted me to do, however she wanted me to do it. I wasn't sure what to say, so I nodded submissively. Whatever it took to keep seeing her would become my number one priority.
"Good," she said when she saw me nod. Then she handed me a white camisole with tiny red ribbons across the bodice. "Here, put this on under your shirt."
It was tight getting it on over my shoulders and she suggested that while my shoulders weren't all that big, it might be easier if I put things like that on by stepping into them and pulling them up over my hips, and then working my arms into them as they got higher. "I'll show you tomorrow," she told me, giving me warning that I was to become intimately familiar with her lingerie drawer. She was helping adjust out the shoulder straps when Tricia burst in the room.
"Joe Briggs is a prick!" she announced, ignoring me and dropping on Eileen's bed in a huff.
Eileen smiled. "I thought you liked his prick?"
"Yeah. Why is it that guys with big pricks all act like big pricks?"
"You need to find someone like my pussy boy here and you won't have that problem."
For the first time, Tricia seemed to notice me and the way and I was dressed. The frown she was wearing turned into a restrained grin. She was trying to be mad at the guy she'd been dating but after seeing me in panties and a camisole, she was having a hard time keeping a straight face. "He does look cute," she finally said.
"Damn right he does," Eileen told her proudly. "And not only does he look cute, he eats pussy as good as you do and he even likes to drink my pee and you won't do that."
"I still don't see what's so great about that."
I stood there speechless, but it wasn't from shock. While I wasn't too happy about being referred to as a `pussy boy,' I think I wanted to keep my mouth shut to see how much more the girls would give away. Eileen had hinted several times that her relationship with Tricia was much closer than just being roommates. So their admitting to eating pussy wasn't too much of a surprise. Like Tricia, I didn't see what was so great about drinking Eileen's pee but it was something we'd done a couple of times, it was relatively tasteless, and it turned Eileen on something fierce. Like I said, if it made Eileen happy, I was going to do it - whatever it was. In this case, I'd always thought, since the very first girl that let me do it, that when I ate a woman's pussy I was tasting her pee anyway. So in my mind, all I was doing with Eileen was tasting a whole lot more.
"Shit. Let's do it up right," Eileen said to me, changing the subject and to what I had no idea. Then she turned to Tricia. "How'd you get home and what happened?"
I stood in silence, not having a clue as to what do it up right' might mean and listened as Tricia told us about going to a party with Joe and how he'd started flirting with another girl - again - and how she'd gotten a friend there to drive her home. In the meantime, Eileen was listening and had opened a second drawer of lingerie and had pulled out two garter belts and two pair of stockings. When she handed me a garter belt and a pair of stocking, I began to understand that was part of the do it up right.'
Again I was clueless. "I don't . . . Uh, how do you . . . I have no idea . . ."
Tricia giggled and Eileen shook her head. "Maybe I had you figured wrong. Are you sure you've never worn this stuff before?"
"Where do you keep getting that idea?" I wanted to know. Over the course of the previous weeks, I'd admitted during discussions of our early sexual years, that I'd enjoyed the pictures of women in lingerie in my teens and had used those pictures to jack off. Beginning the night I'd taken her home form Jim's party, Eileen had caught on that I loved seeing her dressed in lingerie and I'd tried to explain why. But I'd also explained, when she asked, that I'd never tried wearing anything of my mom's or sisters, even though they'd often left things draped around the bathroom and that it had often been hanging right there when I'd been sitting on the pot beating my meat. Had I wanted to try that, it was readily available within arms reach, but the white cotton items my mom and sister preferred hadn't been all that different than what I wore. However the sexy looking ladies in the catalogs and magazines wore silk and nylon, sheer and in a multitude of colors. I thought I'd explained that clearly to Eileen but apparently she didn't believe me. Eileen shrugged, but Tricia provided me with an answer of sorts.
"She must think you're like Kevin - or maybe Mason, our brother."
Up to that moment, I'd never suspected they were related. "You're sisters?" I asked, though the answer was obvious if they had the same brother - assuming brother Mason wasn't `Brother Mason' from some religious order. They had different last names but there were lots of reasons possible to explain that. I didn't know that Tricia, the younger of the two had already been married and divorced like me.
"You couldn't tell?" Eileen responded, moving to put her arm around Tricia and their heads together like they were posing for a picture.
Truthfully, they did look a lot alike. But one thing I'd noticed early on when it came to females and their friends was that girls tended to choose friends that were almost twins or complete opposites. Either they'd look and dress almost alike or you'd see one girl that was tall and slim and the other would be short and heavy. Just because Eileen and Tricia could pass for sisters didn't mean they were. "Well yeah, I can see the resemblance but . . ."
Eileen grinned at me. "Does it shock you to know I've had sex with my sister?"
Actually, it didn't shock me at all. In fact, it seemed natural. It was one area where I had at least a little bit of background experience and as close as I knew women were anyway, I could see where the line would get very thin if two girls grew up together. For that matter, I suppose if I'd had a brother, we might have experimented sexually. I was almost certain that a friend of mine in high school and his brother had sex all the time. They'd hinted at it in a way that made me think they wanted me to join them, but it was a direction I didn't want to go and I'd ignored the hints until they'd stopped. But I'd accepted the idea back then that two brothers - or sisters - growing up together and sharing the same room would naturally experiment with each other. So what I said to Eileen, while it was meant to show my open-minded understanding, didn't sound exactly that way. "Not at all," I told her. "If I had a sister like Tricia I'd do the same thing."
For the moment, Tricia's ill humor from her ruined evening with Joe disappeared completely with my remark. She fell across the bed laughing.
Eileen cocked her head at me. "That is NOT what I meant." She was trying to be stern but was having trouble with it. The corners of her mouth kept trying to break into a grin.
"If Mason is your brother, then who is Kevin?" I asked Eileen. "And why would you think I'm like either of them? In what way?"
Eileen answered me in a way that let me know that was all the information I was getting for now, and at the same time the look she gave me let me know I'd overstepped the line by questioning her. "Yes. Mason is our brother. And Kevin is . . . a long story. And you're not really like either of them. That's Tricia's bull shit idea. So forget it."
"Who is doing the bull shitting now?" Tricia countered, already insulted that evening by her date, she was carrying a chip on her shoulder and ready to fight just that quick. "Are you telling me that you didn't say you'd have him dressed up quicker than you did Kevin?"
Eileen glowered at Tricia. "Patricia Ann Mason! I think you need to remember your place here. I was all set to offer to let you come with us. We're going to `Grant Avenue' to eat and if the band is good, we might stay a while."
I'd been standing to one side, my slacks in one hand and the garter belt and hose in the other, while this discussion had been going on. I was hoping that Eileen would put on her garter belt and hose and I could try to follow her lead. Or maybe change her mind so I didn't have to wear them. I wasn't that excited about wearing stockings, but I wasn't sure how close the two ladies were to having a fight and saw the hose in my hand as a way to change the subject. The two girls were now glaring at each other in a way that let me know each was silently daring the other to say something.
"If you want me to wear this," I said to Eileen, holding up the garter belt and hose, "Then you need to show me how. And you need to do it pretty quick. I think they close down the kitchen at eleven and it's already after ten. If we all want something to eat, and don't want to stop at a drive-thru, we need to hustle."
That worked. I'd come dangerously close to getting Eileen's wrath by telling her she needed to hurry, but it was obvious we did. In an instant the tension in the room was gone. Eileen demonstrated how to put on the garter belt and how the straps should go inside the panties so it was easier to use the restroom. Then when she sat down to put on the hose, I did the same and Tricia helped me with the first one and I got the other on like I'd been doing it all my life. After the first few minutes, I'd quit being embarrassed to be dressed as I was in front of Tricia and now that I knew she was Eileen's sister, it made it even easier for me. No more was said about Tricia going with us and I was beginning to wonder what Eileen's reaction would be if I mentioned it when Eileen saved me the trouble.
"If you still want to get laid tonight," Eileen told her, "Put on that little pink jumper and come with us. You always get hit on when you wear that."
"I'm still pissed at Joe. If someone hit on me tonight I might hit back - with both fists. But I would like to come with you."
That was the beginning. Tricia went with us, we had a great time, and when we got back to their apartment, without anything being said, Tricia followed us into Eileen's bedroom where for the first time I made love to both women while dressed in lingerie. Tricia got to `cum' with us in every way possible and our sexual three-some continued through the weekend until I finally crawled out of there in the wee hours of Monday morning so that I could get home and into clothes for work. After two and a half days in lingerie, I almost put on the red panties out of habit, and then realized I was dressing to go to work.
Those two and a half days turned into two and a half months and when Eileen and I discovered our apartment leases were due to expire within a month of each other, it led to a discussion of living together. We almost were anyway. By the time Jim's next party had rolled around, Eileen and I were spending the night together either at her place or mine almost every night of the week. It was amazing, to me at least, that I'd become more intimate with Eileen in weeks than I had with my ex in our entire marriage.
And wisely, Eileen didn't push the lingerie issue. She indicated that it was there for me to wear any time I wanted it and slowly she got me - with very little resistance I'll admit - to where I did want it. At first it had just been to please her, but as I grew more used to it, I found it exciting to sleep in a nightie, cuddled with the woman I'd come to love. I began wearing panties more frequently under my male clothing and when we made the move to begin living together, at Eileen's suggestion, I discarded my male underwear altogether so that we could share a lingerie drawer. I'd come to prefer the feeling of the nylon much more than the non-feeling of the cotton jockey shorts I'd worn for most of my life. Wearing panties kept me on a sexual high, constantly reminding me while I worked what I had waiting for me at home. In addition, there was something uniquely intimate about sharing a lingerie drawer - a bonding that went beyond anything I'd felt I'd had via a ring and marriage certificate. I liked that feeling immensely.
There was never any discussion about whether Tricia should live with us. I assumed from day one that if Eileen and I lived together Tricia would be part of the package. We discussed getting a bigger apartment and decided instead to find a house to rent. Finding one we could afford in a neighborhood we liked that would fit our needs was difficult but we got it done. Between the three of us, we had three cars, two cats, and a growing assortment of seldom used junk that active people tend to accumulate. For instance, while I'd never been much of an outdoorsman, I had skis from a ski trip and snorkeling gear from a summer vacation a few years back. In addition, during my previous marriage, my ex and I had lived the last couple of years in a duplex so I still had a mower, edger and all of that kind of stuff in a storeroom. Eileen and Tricia were also renting a storeroom so getting a house with a garage and room to park all three cars just plain made sense.
However the one thing that was often hinted at or teased about but never seriously discussed was 'Jennifer' finding a boy friend.
How the girls came up with the name "Jennifer" out of my given name of Curtis is still a mystery. I didn't think to question it then - questioning Eileen was not conducive to a happy home life - and when I finally did ask, they didn't remember how they'd picked that particular name out of the handful they'd been considering behind my back for weeks. I didn't care just as long as it remained our little secret; not to be shared with anyone outside the house. It might have remained a secret except that "Jennifer" was as forgetful as Curtis and maybe worse. Tricia had told us she expected to bring Fred home with her, probably for another weekend. Fred was the guy that had replaced Joe in Tricia's love life and they'd been seeing each other for a couple of months. But "Jennifer" forgot all about her warning. The next morning, as I did most any other morning, I strolled into the kitchen to make coffee, still in my nightie, and came face to face with Tricia and Fred, sitting quietly at the little kitchen table in robes, the coffee already made, and the two having a cup.
"Too late sweetie," Tricia teased me when I froze half-way to the coffee pot, the damage to my reputation already done. "I've worn this guy out. You'll have to find a man of your own."
I was used to that sort of taunting by the ladies by then and paid it no mind. We'd gotten to the point where I was `one of the girls' and we teased each other alike. I didn't take it seriously in any way.
But Fred, who seemed to be blushing and I thought was as embarrassed to see me dressed that way as I was to be seen, didn't seem to realize that Tricia was teasing. When Fred was visiting, `Jennifer' wasn't, so he'd never heard us taunt each other about being sluts or cock-crazy or any of the other things we were likely to say in jest. It seemed to me that he'd gotten the impression that Tricia was trying to let me know he was off-limits to my sexual urges and kindly offered me an alternative. "I've got a friend that might be interested in meeting you," he said sincerely, trying to be helpful. "He really likes girly-boys."
That got him a funny look from Tricia. "You never told me about that." Then she turned to me, speaking to Fred. "Bring your friend over some time. I'm sure our little Jennifer would like that," Tricia continued, having fun with me.
"That's alright," I told Fred. "Don't let the clothes or the girl's comments fool you." I didn't know how to explain my attire to Fred and hoped he didn't ask, thinking that if I acted or re-acted like a regular guy, he might somehow overlook the fact that I was wearing panties, a padded bra, and a short, sheer nightie. In the last few months it had become my standard outfit for around-the-house, especially if I intended to have sex with Eileen - or she intended to have sex with me. She loved me dressed that way and I'll admit I'd gotten to where I looked forward to it myself. The three of us got along great when I was dressed as Curtis but when I was dressed as `Jennifer,' I became one of the girls and it was like . . . well, nothing I could easily describe as a male. Maybe if you could imagine one long continuous party in a girl's college dorm or something like that. One thing for sure, the sexual rewards of being dressed like Jennifer were enough to convince the most macho male that he should change his ways.
Anyway, what concerned me the most at the moment was that it was a Friday morning of a three-day weekend and if I recalled the girl's conversations correctly, Fred would be around most of the weekend. Either somehow I'd have to face him or else hide in the bedroom for the next three days. Unless I could convince Eileen to hide away with me, it would be a weekend from hell.
Eileen must have known I was thinking of her. "He's too chicken-shit anyway," Eileen added from the doorway where she must have been standing long enough to hear Tricia's taunting and maybe more. It appeared that she'd heard us talking and knowing how I was dressed, had come in to see if I'd really gotten into a conversation with Tricia's boyfriend while dressed in lingerie. From the beginning I'd gone along with the lingerie thing but insisted it was to be a secret shared only by the three of us. She should have known I wouldn't have given myself away consciously. However I've always wondered if maybe subconsciously, from all the teasing and such, and the thoughts that had been building in my mind, I had a desire to come out of the closet in more ways than one.
While I still shrugged off or denied any interest in sex with another man, months of listening to the girls tease Jennifer' about being a virgin, of making me tell them how hot and horny' lingerie made me feel, and admit -for their entertainment - to being a slut in sexy clothing . . . Well it seems to me that you can do that only so often before you start thinking that maybe it's true. Almost every time I ate my cum from Eileen's pussy, she would tease me about finding a man to feed me more straight from the source. When we went to a party at Jim's, while she never pushed me to do anything with the bi guys, she would remind me later that I'd tasted the cock of every man there without ever having the pleasure of having one in my mouth. A couple of times Eileen had Tricia come to our room and sit on my face after Fred had fucked her. Supposedly, Tricia was telling Fred that she had to go talk to her sister, but there were times when Fred would grin at me later in a way that made me wonder if he knew what Tricia was really up to.
So while I continued to deny any interest, even to myself, to be honest I was thinking about it constantly - thanks in part to the ladies' continual taunting and my own overactive imagination. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Curtis was 100% straight arrow, heterosexual male. However Jennifer', the person we joked about being the Lady in Red' since that seemed to be my favorite lingerie color, might have a whole different attitude. It was a thought my mind was drifting to more and more. And one thing I've learned about life is that where the thoughts go, the body is soon to follow.
Without turning around, I could tell by the size of Fred's eyes that Eileen was still wearing the top part of her baby doll nightie and that was all. It came barely past her waist so that her neat little pubic bush - trimming it for her was now part of `Jennifer's' responsibilities - had to be clearly visible to him.
"Now that's what I call a nightgown!" Fred told her, confirming my suspicion without me having to look.
By then Eileen had come into the kitchen and as if the gown wasn't already short enough, she made an exaggerated reach to get a coffee cup from the cabinet and it completely expose her ass. I'd come to dearly love that ass and couldn't keep from staring at it too.
Tricia teased her, letting me off the hook for the moment. "Show off," she said to Eileen, then told Fred, "She has to let men know that she doesn't dye her hair and that's the only way she knows to do it."
That got the two women jousting verbally at each other. We were all aware that Fred had seen Eileen naked on at least two occasions and it was all good natured fun. I debated momentarily about taking the moment to slip off and get out of the lingerie. Then I reasoned that whatever damage there was had already been done and suddenly changing into a pair of male shorts or something like that wouldn't make any difference at this point. Besides, I'd noticed that Fred was eyeing me whenever he thought he could do it without Tricia noticing and I kind of liked - or at least `Jennifer' liked - the attention.
I wondered if there was some discreet way I could find out more about this friend of his that liked girly-boys and how close a friend the two were. I wondered if Fred might have tried things that as yet I'd only thought about. There'd been talk of Fred and Tricia joining us for one of Jim's parties and I wondered if Fred would fall in with the growing group of bi guys. In the last six months that number had doubled to where the women were beginning to complain and suggest that perhaps a few extra unattached males might be a good idea.
It occurred to me then that while I'd come in the kitchen to fix the coffee, I now found myself standing there, the only one without a cup. So I followed Eileen's lead - as I usually did - got a cup from the cabinet, filled it and waited to see what Eileen was going to do. If she went back to the bedroom, I'd follow her. Instead, she sat at the table, leaving me the chair next to Fred.
After a short discussion which revealed that none of us had any specific plans for the day, or the rest of the weekend for that matter, Tricia suddenly shook her head and told us, "Well looks like I was wrong again!"
Puzzled, Eileen asked for all of us, "About what?"
"I told Miss Jennifer that Fred was all used up, but I guess not. Look at this." As she was saying it, she leaned toward Fred and fully opened the front of his robe to show us Fred's hard cock. From where Eileen was sitting, all she could see was the swollen head peaking over the edge of the table, but the entire magnificent rampant shaft, from his nuts to the pee slit that seemed to be winking at me, was visible from where I was. The ladies later teased me that my mouth was wide open and my tongue hanging out. I don't think that was true, yet I do know I said, "Wow," under my breath - but it was loud enough that they all heard me and began to chuckle.
Realizing then that my remark had been heard and that I'd been staring at Fred's cock, I tried to drink my coffee and act like nothing had happened, hoping that in the dim light of early day, my flush of excitement wasn't visible to everyone. Instead, I wasn't fooling any of them.
Tricia teased me first. "I think Miss Jennifer is a lot more interested than she's pretending."
Tricia was now stroking Fred's cock, making it bigger if that was possible, and I was doing my best not to notice. Notice or not, I knew my own cock was trying to push its way out of my panties.
Eileen leaned toward me to put her hand on my thigh. "We thought you'd like it," she said softly, using the tip of her little finger to softly rub the underside of my prick.
While I might have tried - given the chance - to explain that my excited condition had been caused by her sudden appearance in that nightie with the bottoms missing, I'm sure she knew better. And while I can be a bit slow, especially in the morning and especially before I've had a cup or two of coffee, I hadn't missed that part about, "We."
"We" meant that at least some of this had been discussed beforehand. I'd been set up. As soon as the thought hit me, I knew it was true. When Fred spent the night, we seldom saw him and Tricia much before noon. For that matter, Eileen and I were almost as bad on weekends. We might wake up earlier, but we didn't get out of bed - if you know what I mean. However I was the one that usually made the coffee so when Eileen had woken me and sent me into the kitchen, I'd never suspected I'd find Fred and Tricia sitting there. But I now realized that Eileen had known they were there before she'd gotten me up.
I think I explained already that Eileen and I had gotten into pee play right from the first night we made love. At Jim's party, we'd had sex. Afterward, at her apartment, and later mine, and then in the house we shared, it was more than sex. We made love. Even the times when it was quick and mostly physical, it was making love. The various ways we'd found to enjoy that pee play became part of the lovemaking. While I'd found it exciting yet strange at first, I'd come to love the taste of her pee. So any time she sent me in early to make coffee on a weekend when we didn't need to get up . . . I was sure what the day, or at least the rest of the morning, would have in store for us. Sharing a pot of coffee got our bladders working overtime.
So groggy or not, I'd been filled with sexual eagerness and expectation when I went to the kitchen and Eileen had known that. She'd also known that Fred and Tricia would be waiting, just like - as I found out later - they'd planned it. So now I sat there, trying to ignore Fred's gorgeous cock to my right, Eileen's wicked smile to my left, and Tricia's foot in my crotch from across the table. Things were heating up in a hurry - hot enough to make the cup of coffee in my hand seem tepid in comparison.
Not that something like this hadn't been mentioned. Tricia had been a guest in our bed at least once a week since that first night she'd joined us. About once a month or so I had to travel on business and the last two times Eileen had joined Fred and Tricia for a three-some while I was gone. We'd discussed having a four-some and the possibility of taking Fred and Tricia with us to one of Jim's parties. While Tricia had been all for the idea, Fred had shown some reluctance - or at least that's what I'd been lead to believe - and we hadn't pushed it. Whereas he might have been unenthusiastic about Jim's parties, he certainly seemed eager enough to join in on a four-some and the fact that I was dressed in lady's lingerie didn't deter him at all. In fact, he was the one that brought up the subject of my lingerie.
"Do you pick out you own things or do the girls buy it for you?" he asked me.
My first thought was to wonder if he really wanted to know, or if the question was just an excuse to make me look in his direction, knowing full well that if I did, I couldn't avoid looking at his cock. Since I couldn't continue to stare at the toaster, sitting on the counter and visible to me in the gap between Tricia and Eileen, I accepted the inevitable and turned in his direction. The look on his face - I was doing my best to maintain eye contact - seemed serious enough that I took his question to be meant that way too. But how do you discuss wearing women's clothes that were obviously designed to seduce a man with a man that's sitting there showing you his erection? It seemed to me that any indication at all that I enjoyed what I was wearing would be the same as telling him he had what I wanted!
"A little of both," I explained, trying to be honest in front of the girls while I gathered my thoughts. "They helped me buy things to begin with, but . . . now . . . I don't mind shopping on my own." With that admission made, and Fred apparently interested in what I had to say, the rest seemed to come easier. "We like to wear matching outfits a lot and I do get some funny looks when I buy two of everything. I mean if a guy buys sexy lingerie of some sort, the sales clerk is left to her own imagination as to whether it's for his wife or girlfriend or if he's gonna wear it himself. But if you buy two of everything, that's different. You get some pretty funny looks then. There almost has to be some sort of kinky angle to needing matching nighties or bra and panty sets or whatever."
Fred smiled, as did the girls. "Yeah, I can see how that would make them think you have to be up to something," he told me. Then he got sort of serious. "You really might like to meet Charlie. Years back he used to dress up and go out as `Charlene' but then he got to where he didn't think he could pass as a woman any more and now he likes to have fun with younger guys like you."
I realized then that while Eileen and I were nearly the same age, Fred was at least ten years older than Tricia and it sounded as if his friend Charlie was older still . . . I was just curious about how old that might be and asked, but to the girls, it sounded instead like I was very interested in meeting Charlie.
Eileen winked at Tricia before telling me, "Before you go getting Fred to fix you up with a date with his friend, I think you ought to be sure it's something you want to do. Why don't you show us how much you want to? See how horny Fred has gotten because of your sexy red lingerie? You don't want to leave him like that do you?"
She'd jumped to a couple of conclusions that I wasn't so sure about. First, that I was ready for sex with men. But it didn't take but a moment and another quick glance at the evidence of Fred's horniness to make me realize that she was right and that I was ready to try it. While my body was showing restraint, my mind was more than ready to play with that prick. However I doubted that Fred's erection had anything to do with my sexy red lingerie. I was certain that whatever he and Tricia had done earlier, or had planned for after they'd finished their coffee, or more probably that bare bottom show of Eileen's had more to do with Fred's condition than anything I might have done. Still I looked to Fred to see if he had any opinion to offer on the matter and got much the answer I should have expected - had I known he'd been in on this all along. I was pretty sure by then that Eileen and Tricia had planned at least part of this moment, but wasn't sure about Fred's involvement until he spoke.
"I'd love to have Miss Jennifer help me out," he said to no one in particular, but he was staring at me. "If Miss Jennifer is ready to suck her first cock, mine is sure ready to be sucked."
So much for any reluctance on Fred's part - that put the ball squarely in my court. Eileen's hand had moved from my thigh and teasing my cock with her little finger to fully rubbing it through the nylon material of my nightgown and panties. Leaning even closer, she whispered loud enough for all to hear, "Wouldn't you like some cream to go with that coffee? You told Tricia and me that you liked the taste of his cum when you ate her pussy. Go give his cock a big kiss and taste the cock it comes from."
I think that's what I was waiting on - maybe all I was waiting on - something that sounded like an order from Eileen to suck that cock. That made my first cock sucking experience something I did because I was told to instead of being of my own volition. And then, once I'd become a cocksucker - well is there really a big difference between having sucked one cock and a dozen? Or between a dozen and a hundred? Once that line was crossed and an opportunity to suck a cock came up . . . it wasn't like I could deny being a cocksucker . . . One or a hundred - you're still a cocksucker.
Maybe as some sort of message from above, at just the moment that I turned toward Fred with lust in my heart, the morning sun came from behind a cloud, and at the low angle of early day, beamed through a gap in the blinds of the window over the sink, casting a ray of light that illuminated Fred's cock like it was hit with a tiny spotlight. A movie director couldn't have come up with a better scene. Tricia was still slowly stroking it and her efforts had brought forth a bead of pre-cum that glistened in the sunlight, like a large diamond perched on the crown of a big, red mushroom. With a sudden craving for mushrooms, I turned my chair completely and slide out of it onto my knees. Fred turned his chair toward me, sliding to the edge so he could spread his legs and give me room between them. I was sure this wasn't the first time Fred's cock had been sucked by another man. I wondered if Charlie or `Charlene' had done this for him. I also wondered if Fred would have any desire to suck mine before we were through that day. Then, before I could speculate about anything else, my lips met that cockhead and I gave it the big kiss the Eileen had told me to give it. In fact, in my eagerness to finally make this happen, I gave it two or three kisses, and then parted my lips to fill my mouth with as much of his man meat as it would hold.
Those of you that have done it know what I felt at that moment. For anyone that is merely bi-curious and hasn't had the pleasure, I can only tell you that it is the most incredible, amazing, remarkable, mind-blowing experience that you will ever have. It was as if I had a hymen of some sort somewhere between my lips and tonsils and once that hymen was breached, I went wild with enthusiasm. I realize now that it was a mental barrier and not a hymen at all, but my reaction reminded me very much of the one girl that had claimed to be a virgin when I fucked her in college. One minute she was telling me she never had and we shouldn't, and the next, her maidenhead finally pierced (if it had existed at all), she was screaming at me not to stop. I've often wondered if her hymen was more mental, as mine was at that moment, but one thing for sure, once I'd had my first taste of cock, I didn't want it to stop.
So enthusiastic was I for the moment, that when Eileen and Tricia complained about not being able to see, I ignored them - something I would never normally do. In fact, Eileen had to pull me off Fred and to my feet to get us all slowed down for a moment and back into the bedroom where there was room for all of us to be comfortable. When Fred was sprawled in the middle of the bed, I looked to Eileen and when her head began to nod, I didn't wait a millisecond before I was back between his legs with that pretty prick between my lips. Then the ladies began to find ways to slow me down, my eagerness to taste Fred's cum making the moment go way to quickly to suit them.
"I think Jennifer should have some bright red lipstick to go with that bright red lingerie," Tricia suggested when I paused for a moment to get a hair out of my mouth. While she jumped up to get the lipstick, Eileen grabbed my head and turned it toward her so that I couldn't go back to licking and sucking.
"The lady in red is a slut in bed," she told me, but she meant it as a compliment. She was beaming proudly at me as she said it. "She's also a `peter pig' that doesn't share."
"Peter pig" was a term we'd picked up at Jim's parties and was the sexual equivalent of bogarting a joint. "Killer" weed was as prevalent at those parties as the pricks and pussies. If a girl was on her knees sucking a cock and another girl knelt down next to her, the courteous thing to do was for the ladies to share the cock. However, I'd gotten so excited by having a cock in my mouth for the first time that it had never occurred to me that either Eileen or Tricia would want to take a turn too. I guess, since I'd concluded by then that I'd been set up and that their whole plan revolved around getting me to suck a cock, that not only was I to suck it, I was to provide them a show at the same time. If they didn't want to watch, they could have just as easily set me up with Fred when they weren't there. And since they'd been such an enthusiastic audience, cheering me on, urging me to do it, and telling me how natural I looked with a dick in my mouth, I'd never given sharing that cock a thought.
So immediately, when I heard Eileen call me a, `peter pig,' I used the hand around the base of Fred's prick to point it in her direction. "Sorry," I said in apology.
She grinned at me. "That's alright. I'm sure I'll get a chance before this weekend is over. This one is for you - at least for now. But first I want Tricia to put some lipstick on you so I can take your picture."
In the 70's, Polaroid cameras had dropped in price significantly from what my dad had paid for his twenty years earlier when they'd first came out. I'd suspected, when Eileen had brought the camera home a couple of weeks back, that she had some sort of mischief in mind but never thought I might be her first subject.' Even with the lipstick and the makeup that Tricia added, I still couldn't call myself a model.' However, Eileen used a whole package of film that morning and I - along with Fred's cock and what I did with it - were the objects of her photographic desire. Not only did she get several shots of me sucking Fred, when at last he pumped my mouth full of his jism she insisted I not swallow and open my mouth so she could take a shot of my cum covered tongue.
At that time, she'd been telling me, in one way or another, off and on for about six months, that if I tried sucking a cock, I'd love it. She was right. Maybe because of hearing that so often, I'd already made up my subconscious mind that she was right. What I do know for sure was that from the moment I first locked my lips around Fred's cock in the kitchen that morning, I was sure I'd be doing it again. As I said, it was the beginning of a three-day weekend - Friday morning, July 4th, 1975, to be exact, and by the end of the weekend, I knew that not only would I be doing it again, I'd be doing it as often as I could. Under Eileen's excellent tutelage, in less than a year, I went from being Curtis, the straight and somewhat boring divorcee, to being `Jennifer', Eileen's cross-dressing, bi-sexual husband. Yes, we were married on my birthday, a couple of weeks before Christmas, that same year.
And while we celebrate our wedding anniversary like any other couple that's been married for thirty-two years, the holiday we celebrate with the greatest enthusiasm is still the Fourth of July! Eileen - and sometimes a few friends we invite over to join our celebration - are still all the fireworks that I'll ever need!
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Note from Amber:
Curtis continued to regale me with stories about his adventures with Eileen and has promised to bring her with him to visit San Antonio over the Christmas holidays when the river is all lit up. He also explained about Kevin and Mason and why Eileen had been sure Curtis was the perfect man for her and how their circle of sissy friends increased when Fred introduced them to Charlene. If there's interest in reading that, I'll put it to paper, so to speak, and get it sent in to Nifty.