The Neighborhood

Chapter Three

And Nanny Makes Four - Monica

by Amber Fountaine

Monica had become a conundrum of sorts for the health care corporation where she worked. She was by far the sharpest mind in the department and deserved a promotion. The problem was that a woman had never held a supervisory position in any of the technical departments. While the official company line eschewed any form of sexual discrimination or chauvinism, and some of the nerdy techno-weenies in I.T. seemed almost feminine to those outside that department, they still dressed as men in coats and ties. This was a company where the women still dressed like women, wearing skirts and dresses in most cases and situations. In addition, the corporate headquarters was in the heart of redneck country, which made Monica's situation all the more difficult. Females below the level of Vice-President were often called "little girl' by the men they supervised. The VP of Human Resources, the only woman of that rank in the corporation, had never gotten used to being called "young lady" by the CEO and the rest of the board. To their way of thinking, being `politically correct' meant using company funds to attend $1000 a plate dinners for politicians that would vote in their favor.

However, fate played a hand in Monica's favor and support. About the time when they might have lost Monica to another employer, the fast growing corporation had acquired yet another company – on the West coast where attitudes were MUCH more liberal – and the person that had been the head of IT for that company quit, floating away on his golden parachute. Monica was the perfect fit for melding the assets of the new acquisition into the system she had helped design.

For the first six months, Monica went without a date, in spite of several offers from the men she met at work. She was determined that when and if she started dating, it would NOT be anyone she knew from work. Besides, she really was busy. To begin with, the company they'd bought out didn't have much in the way of a training facility and she had to begin with building one and working with HR to hire and train a trainer for the new software they'd be going to. Then, as people became trained on the new software, she began converting one department at a time, fixing small glitches, as well as the usual, "my computer crashed" problems.

As a result, for the first six months, ten to twelve hour days were not unusual and that often included weekends. This was a company that dealt with sick people and people get sick at all hours and days. While some departments worked a standard 40-hour, five-day week, there were others within the corporation that went `24/7, 365' as they liked to say, and those people needed a working computer to perform their function. By the end of that first six months, Monica had everything running smoothly and her two assistants trained and capable of handling most emergencies - and Monica was ready to get laid!

Well, maybe `laid' wasn't exactly right. That was the expression Monica used when she admitted to herself how horny she'd gotten, yet it wasn't at all accurate. She considered herself to be VERY oral and while her sexual preference was sucking men, she wasn't opposed at all to eating pussy when she could find it. She wasn't a virgin by any means, and loved a good fucking from a guy that knew how to do it right or a woman with the right tools. But she had plenty of those tools in her nightstand that she could enjoy at her own leisurely pace after she'd orally serviced someone else - and that was by far her preference.

Monica had been bisexual for as long as she'd been sexual. Her mom had been – and still was in Monica's opinion – a real fox. And for every guy that envied Monica's dad, there were two women that envied Monica's mom. Not only was her dad movie star handsome, he was hung like a horse. About the time Monica was discovering sex, an unplanned set of circumstances had given Monica the chance to witness her mom, naked except for some of the sexy panties she always wore, sucking her dad's cock. While the sight of that huge erection had been mesmerizing, she'd managed to look at her parent's faces long enough to know that her mom loved doing it and her dad loved having it done. She'd been disappointed when they'd suddenly stopped moving, as she'd heard stories from her friends about how a boy would squirt cum when he finished and she had been anxious to see that happen. However, after a short time Monica had watched her mom let that softening cock slide from her mouth and look up at her dad, smiling and licking her lips, and Monica had known what had happened and why she hadn't seen it. Her mom had kept that spurting cock in her mouth so she wouldn't miss a drop.

Then just as she was about to slip out of the darkened hallway and return to her room, her dad had returned the favor, pleasing her mom. He'd been sitting on the edge of the couch and since they were both nearly naked, it had been a simple matter for her dad to push her mom back on the living room floor, pull off the panties, and bury his face between her legs. From her angle, Monica hadn't been sure what her dad was doing, but she knew from the way her mom had moaned and thrashed around on the floor that her mom was enjoying it immensely. She knew what her mother looked like down there and tried to imagine what and how her dad was using his mouth. She knew he had to be using his tongue to lick all those soft folds of flesh and let her hand slip beneath her nightie and panties, rubbing those areas where she was sure her dad was licking her mom. When her parents had started fucking, it was almost anticlimactic to Monica and she'd slipped away, back to her bedroom, where she'd let her fingers explore, rubbing and penetrating places they'd never been before. At that moment, Monica had made up her mind that her cotton underwear would have to go and would be replaced by the sexy things her mom wore and that she would not be restrained by the social mores that insisted she limit her sexuality to the opposite sex. She'd had no idea at the time what `bisexual' was, but she'd been determined from that moment to be one. She was sure she could please a girl, like her dad had done her mom, if that was what was available to her. And she was just as sure, that as soon as she could, she'd get her lips around some young man's cock so she could see why her mom had so enjoyed the taste of cum.

Those same desires, well-honed years later, and with her six-month laborious task behind her, and with the need great and the time available, made Monica think about hitting some of the local bars. She decided not to. Instead, based on past experiences, of which she had many, she chose the bar at the airport. For two weekends in a row she was able to pass herself off as a fellow traveler, find a man coming into town for the week, and arrange to meet him at his room after she got off work, giving them blowjobs that left them too weak to move. On the second trip to the airport bar, she noticed a sign for a commuter airline that specialized in round-trips to Las Vegas. According to the sign, the plane trip took less time than the drive to the airport. About the same time, she heard one of the, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," commercials and shortly after, inspired by that thought, took her first weekend jaunt to Sin City.

Starting with that first trip, she made twenty-five of those weekend, roundtrip flights in the next twelve months, going almost every other weekend. Then she'd cut back some and the following year made fifteen of those sex seeking sprees. It wasn't that her need for sex had diminished, or that she'd gotten busy at work again. It was the self imposed need to go out of town for it that waned when she discovered two neighbors, Becky and Ron, that were willing to let her do her thing any time she wanted.

Those neighbors eventually introduced Monica to others that were more than happy to let the leggy brunette suck their cocks, or in the case of Becky and most of Becky's friends, eat their pussies. As to Monica's own needs, she was still much happier satisfying herself, especially since she'd discovered all the new varieties of toys for that purpose on one of her early Vegas excursions. She now had a large collection of lifelike penises as well as vibrating appliances, including one that had been rather expensive, but could be plugged in the wall and mounted like a horse. She could ride that thing until SHE wore out - or the power to the building went off (the night that had happened, she'd thought she'd been responsible and had waited for a knock at her door). When it came to getting fucked, there wasn't a man alive that could offer her the same satisfaction. She'd become very fond of her toys, since those toys had never made any demands of her, didn't carry diseases, nor did they make fun of her unusual sexuality. She just wasn't ready to have any sort of serious relationship. Many times during her two years of psychological therapy she'd been cautioned about waiting to develop a relationship and to make sure when it happened again, that it was with someone that would understand how emotionally fragile she could be. Since she had yet to meet anyone remotely close to her doctor's recommendations, she'd refused to let herself think about a relationship as something she wanted any time soon. At least, until lately.

A few weeks back she'd met Erin's neighbors, Paul and Kathy, and she was envious of the relationship they had. She was sure if she were to find a man similar to Paul, or a woman like Kathy, that she could enjoy the same sort of cozy, erotic lifestyle that Kathy and Paul enjoyed. Especially if she could keep Erin involved. Better yet would be a committed relationship with Erin. Many nights while enjoying her toys, she'd thought about Erin, as well as all the others. However, only Erin had been in her daydreams too. However while she and Erin had gotten very close and the romantic attraction was evident, whenever the discussion became serious, one or both would shy away.

Erin had been a friend for several months and had been introduced by Ron, her neighbor. While Ron could be almost abusive in the way he acted toward Monica, especially after he'd gotten his cock sucked, he'd also shown Monica a side of herself she didn't know existed. One night, right after Ron had cum in her mouth; Ron had asked if she wanted something to wash it down. She didn't really, since she loved the taste of jism, going back to her first taste as a teen, and liked the flavor to last as long as possible. However, she assumed Ron was offering her a drink and that had seemed like a good idea at the time. She never in a million years would she have expected Ron to begin pissing in her mouth, but that's what he'd done and once she'd gotten over the shock, she had found it highly erotic.

The following weekend she'd gone to Vegas and found two men and a woman willing to do that with her – though not at the same time. She still preferred one-on-one sex; at least she had until she'd met Erin, Paul, and Kathy. The week following that Vegas pleasure trip, she'd let Ron know that any time he wanted, she'd love to have his piss – in her mouth or on her body – his choice. Not long after that, Ron had introduced Erin to the same thing and when Erin had shown a fondness for the taste of piss, he told Monica about her.

"You two would probably hit it off big time," he'd said. "You both love piss and eating pussy or prick and she loves to wear diapers and pee in them."

"I've never done that," Monica had explained.

Ron had shrugged it off. "So what. Try it and you might like it. And even if you don't, you'll probably love the way her cunt tastes after she's been pissin' in a diaper. I think you might be exactly the kind of girlfriend the little cunt's been looking for."

While Ron could be a first class asshole at times, he wasn't above getting his sexual playmates together for his own benefit. However it hadn't worked in his favor this time. About the time that he'd introduce Monica to Erin, Erin had run him off and told him not to come back. And when she'd told Ron that included his friends, she'd made an exception in Monica's case. Monica had never considered Ron to be a close friend, merely a convenient cock to suck.

Over the next couple of months, Erin and Monica had developed a close friendship, both sexual and non-sexual. There was a bond there that went way beyond hormones. They'd both had several unpleasant relationships with both sexes prior to marriage. Their marriages had been a hoped for chance at normality – and in both cases, had ended in disaster. And since then, neither of the two had really been happy with their sex or social life, although they both stayed active. While they both had other partners, what they had together was by far the best that either had ever known.

Kathy had become aware of their unusual relationship when she'd stayed late at Erin's impromptu birthday party. The three of them had more to drink than was considered sociable and had gotten into some pretty heavy conversation about their sex lives. It had started earlier when Monica had begun talking about the things some of the employees had hidden – so they thought – on their computers at work. Then, while Erin had run to the liquor store, Monica had gone next door with Kathy and had found that Paul, Kathy's husband, had been keeping secrets too.

That had led to a more detailed discussion of sexual preferences and fetishes. Kathy had told them how she'd known that Paul enjoyed having her dress him in her lingerie, but hadn't been aware, prior to Monica's probing in his computer, just how much he enjoyed it or that he wanted to do it much, much more. A few times he'd asked to drink her pee and while she'd agreed to his requests, she hadn't told him how excited it made her. When Kathy had said that Paul secretly wearing diapers had been the biggest surprise, Erin had explained to both of them how she'd developed a love for wearing and wetting diapers and that to her, enjoying the taste of someone else's pee had developed as a natural outgrowth of the pleasure she got from her wet diapers.

"One time I let a guy pee in my diaper," she'd explained, "and it just sort of went from there. We were both kind of drunk and he was getting it everywhere and I thought the smartest idea at the time was to put my mouth over the head of his cock and the next thing I was drinking it like his cock was a straw."

Monica had told them about seeing her parents enjoy oral sex in her early teens and how by her mid-teens had become orally insatiable herself. "Boys. Girls. It didn't matter," she'd explained, giggling and pointing at her mouth. "You want to cum, baby, this is the place."

"She's terrific," Erin had told Kathy. "You ought to stay and find out for yourself." Then to lure her in, they'd begun talking about how a woman could have a `Pissy O', an orgasm achieved while pissing at the same time and how awesome it was.

Kathy had been very, very tempted. She hadn't had a female lover since she'd married Paul, but they'd often discussed it. She explained that while it was mostly sharing fantasies at this point in their marriage, there'd been a time, not too long after they'd married, when they'd talked about having a three-some with the intention of really doing it. They'd even picked out a couple of potential partners, one of each sex, but for one reason or another, neither had happened and they'd chosen to drop the idea of doing it for real and just enjoy the fantasy together. "But I never knew," Kathy had added, "until Monica showed me stuff in his computer, that Paul would have liked to do things with another guy. He knows me and Amy used to be lovers, but I didn't know he wanted to try sex with a guy. God, I'd love to see that!"

"There might be a way that could happen," Erin had suggested, grinning lasciviously. "One we could all enjoy. Maybe if he likes it, we could even set him up with Ronnie or one of Monica's boyfriends too."

So they'd begun working on a plan. They'd been too inebriated by then to get into detail, but they'd come up with the basics of a scheme they were sure would work. While Kathy would have enjoyed staying for more carnal pleasures, she also wanted to get home and get back into Paul's computer. Monica had shown her how to bypass his password and open the files he'd been keeping secret from her. They'd glanced at some of the pictures and the email that Paul had saved from his sissy friends. She'd wanted to read those letters in detail and study those pictures to see what her husband's secret fantasies were really all about.

With clearer heads and more detail at her disposal, Kathy had talked to Erin the following day to see if Erin, now sober, was still interested in helping to bring out the secret sissy that was hiding inside her husband Paul. "I think Miss Paula should come out of the closet and be available for all of us to use." Kathy had suggested and Erin had been even more enthusiastic about the idea when she was sober than she had been the night before.

Erin had worn cloth diapers and plastic panties, "just like a real baby," she'd explained, almost all of her adult life. Or at least any part of it when she was interested in soggy sex. She'd tried disposable diapers once and had been disappointed. However she'd been intrigued when Kathy had explained the combination of overnight diapers and thick pads that she'd found out her husband was using. So they'd found a place where they could buy the same combination for Erin to try. Erin had reported they weren't quite as good as her cloth diapers, but very acceptable and that they showed a lot of potential for when she was wearing diapers away from home. "Good cloth diapers are damn expensive so when you take one off, you have to save it. That's hard to do unless you carry a bunch of plastic bags and a diaper bag to put them in. The nice thing about these disposables is that you can dump them in a trash can when they're soaked and not have to worry about rinsing them and carrying them back home."

Together, the two cooked up a scheme. First they'd pique Paul's interest in a threesome with Erin. They didn't think that would be hard since Erin had seen Miss Paula watching her in the yard. Then Kathy would let slip that their neighbor Erin liked to wear diapers and that they might be able to use diapers as a way to lure Erin into their bed. Whether Paul admitted at that point that he liked diapers too, or not, didn't really matter. They were sure he'd agree to wear a diaper as part of what he'd think was a plan to seduce Erin, never suspecting that he was the one being trapped. And according to Erin's report, earlier that day to Monica, who was also in on the scheme, Part One of `The Plan' had been a huge success.

"You've got some real competition there sweetie," Erin had told her. "Kathy and I rode his face until his lips were swollen, and his tongue never tired! He was begging for more. And my God! Does that sissy fool love to drink piss! Kathy is really getting into it too. The only way they'd let me come home so I could call you was to promise not to waste a drop while I'm gone. He's admitted he's ready to try some dick. I'm supposed to be over here to see if maybe you left your strap-on here. Don't worry, you did. I've already got it in my hand." Then she'd explained some of the things they'd done for the last 24-hours and how she would call Monica from next door using a ring code if she and Kathy were sure Miss Paula was ready for Part Two of the plan.

Paul's thoughts at the time were that the last twenty-four hours had been like a honeymoon on steroids. He, his wife, and the woman from next-door had fulfilled just about every fantasy he'd ever had involving women, and he'd even admitted that maybe he might try sex with a man sometime just to see what it was like. It was as close to telling them the truth as he could come; that he really craved the taste of a dick in his mouth and up his sissy boy pussy. Then he'd had to laugh at himself, thinking about all the times he'd made himself cum, thinking about a cock in his mouth.

Erin had volunteered to run home and get Monica's strap-on to let Miss Paula sample the receiving end of sex and after they'd made her promise to hurry and not waste a drop of her precious pee, she'd gone. That had given Paul a chance to discuss with Kathy the events of the last day and a half.

"How do you feel about what we've done so far," he'd ventured.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing," she'd answered. "We really haven't done a lot that I haven't done before. Just more of it because of Erin. Except for the diapers. You know Amy and I were lovers, but the diapers are something totally new. I'm beginning to understand why Erin likes them though. I get a tingle all through my crotch every time I pee in them. What about you? You look so cute in your little nightie and panty covered diapers that I hope you like them too."

"Mmm, yeah, they're . . ." He'd been about to give her a misleading answer. He was going to tell her they were `okay' or some other semi-enthusiastic reply. But there'd been no way he could have hidden how happy it had made him to stay diapered for more than a day - and in front of Kathy and Erin too!

Except for brief periods of sex, or diaper changes, or some combination of the two, he'd been in diapers - wet diapers, the kind he liked best - since late the previous morning. Once, when he'd finally gotten to fuck Erin, he hadn't even taken his diaper off, just pushing it down in front far enough to release his cock so he could get it in her. Then, when he'd finished, he and Kathy had both licked his cum from Erin's pussy. That's when they'd started teasing him about loving the taste of his cum. Then the teasing had segued into loving cum and from there to getting Miss Paula a cock to suck. In Paul's mind, it was all because he'd agreed to openly wear a diaper, something he'd enjoyed in secret for years.

So instead of pretending indifference, as he'd started to do, he broke through that barrier and told her honestly, "They're fun! A lot of fun. I hope we do it again as often as you like."

"You mean with Erin? Or without Erin? Is it Erin you like or the diapers?"

"With or without," he told her fervently. "It wouldn't bother me to wear a diaper all the time - if you like - whether Erin is here or not."

"I think I might like," she answered. "But what I'm asking is what about you? Do you really like diapers or are you just wearing them to please me or Erin?" She knew he was still holding back and was giving him the opportunity to be totally honest.

Haltingly, he took it. "I like em," he admitted, blushing. "I like em a lot and . . . I've worn them before." Then at long last he broke down and told her how he'd been wearing diapers in secret and begged her forgiveness for not being honest about it.

She almost told him she knew and how she knew and how she'd found out, but there were a few more things to get out first. So instead, in an admonishing voice, she told him, "Miss Paula deserves to be punished for keeping secrets from her mommy. Next time we change your diapers little girl, you're going to get a spanking and it's not going to be one of those ass-kissing spankings like you give Erin."

Paul had to grin at that. For one thing, he was so relieved to have finally gotten out the truth about his diaper wearing pleasure. He hugged Kathy, kissed her passionately, then whispered, "I didn't notice that you spanked her any harder when you changed her. And maybe I did kiss her ass when I finished, but I didn't put my hand in her pussy like you did."

Kathy giggled and whispered back. "It was only my fingers, not my hand. She's so tight I could never have gotten my hand in there. You should know that. Did she feel tight when you fucked her?"

"Yeah she did. I hope that means that the dildo she went to get is smaller than I am. Your finger and hers are the biggest things I've ever had up my ass."

"You mean your, sissy boy pussy,' don't you Miss Paula?" She rubbed the front of his diaper. "This is your clitty' and that is your sissy boy pussy," she told him, grasping his cock and then his ass through the diaper to emphasize what she said.

They'd told him the previous day, the first time the two women had changed his diaper, that those were the names he was to use for his cock and asshole when he was playing the role of Miss Paula. He'd been thinking like that for months, but hadn't quite gotten used to the idea that he could talk like that in front of Kathy - or Erin, for that matter. He'd damn near jumped off the bed the time they'd been changing his diaper and Erin had suddenly stuck her finger up his ass, telling him, "Your sissy boy pussy needs a cock in it." They'd constantly teased him about having a boyfriend, sucking a cock, and getting his sissy boy pussy fucked until finally, this morning, he'd admitted he'd like to try those things. Now Erin was off to get one she said she and Monica played with and that she was sure he'd love.

Unfortunately, it wasn't real, but he was still excited anyway. He wondered which of the two women would strap it on and take his sissy boy pussy virginity. Would it be his wife? In a way, he hoped so. She certainly was no virgin when they married, but she had let him fuck her ass one time and had told him he was the first to do that. So the least he could do was return the favor.

But maybe she'd rather watch Erin fuck him? She had definitely seemed to be excited about the idea of watching him have sex with a man. Had he known that would be her attitude, he might have told her about his fantasies long ago. But then again, maybe not. It was only recently, while chatting with sissy friends on the Internet that he'd admitted those fantasies, even to himself. He knew if he was honest about it though, he'd been ready to take his sissy behavior to the next level for months. How incredible that his wife, who he'd been hiding it all from, was the one that was now urging him to do it.

Kathy pushed away from him, but not before rubbing her bare breasts across his fake ones, hidden beneath his nightie and bra. "I wonder what's taking her so long? Maybe the phone rang and she had to take a call. I hope it's not the hospital where she works with some emergency."

Paul hoped so too - and `Miss Paula' even more so. His sissy boy pussy was itching in anticipation. He kept wondering if the plastic prick would feel strange in his mouth, or even at all like the real thing? Maybe if one of the women put it inside them first, to warm it and give it some flavor, he . .

Kathy interrupted his daydream, telling him, "Why doesn't Miss Paula make herself useful while we're waiting and check to see if the panties in the dryer are done?"

Paul nodded and headed in that direction. Kathy had dug out several pairs of panties that she'd kept from when she'd put on weight. There were a few that were sexier than others, but mostly they were all panty briefs, a couple of sizes larger than what he and Kathy usually wore. They were too big for either of them to wear normally; however, they did fit nicely over the disposable diapers. Since they were keeping their diapers on until they started leaking, causing their panties to get wet around the leg openings, they'd gone through all of the oversize panties by the last set of diaper changes. The ladies had made Miss Paula hand rinse the soiled ones and put them in the dryer on the lowest, gentlest setting. He'd taken one step in the direction of the garage when the front door had flew open and Paul had damn near jumped out of his nightie.

Kathy was startled too. While they knew Erin was coming back and they'd left the front door unlocked for her, Kathy was naked except for her diaper and Miss Paula certainly didn't want just anyone to see the way he was dressed.

"I'm back!" Erin declared needlessly. She paused in the open doorway to hold up the gym bag. "And I have a surprise."

Paul was sure he knew what had to be in that gym bag and he glanced at it a moment. But the sight of Erin, the sun low behind her, making her reddish blonde hair seem so much brighter and her near naked silhouette clearly visible through the thin material of her dress was all too erotic not to get his full attention. Kathy was equally as captivated by their neighbor. She and Paul waited until Erin had shut the door before Kathy asked, "What surprise?"

"When I got home, I saw that Monica had called so I called her back. She wanted to tell me she's free for the rest of the weekend. Her big date fell through so she's home alone and bored. I told her I was busy with you two and she seemed disappointed, but she'll get over it." Then she pinched Miss Paula's cheek. "And I asked if she still has that French Maid costume I told you about and if she'd let me borrow it for Miss Paula to wear. Guess what? She does and instead of letting you borrow it, she's going to give it to you if you'll let her see you in it. Isn't that great?"

Paul nodded his head and grunted something in the affirmative, yet at the same time thought this was all moving very fast - maybe too fast. He had an Internet friend, "Anita Peters," that had sent him pictures of Anita in his French Maid costumes and Paul had written back to say they were beautiful and that he was envious. In addition, Anita had sent two pictures of his wife, showing her with two of her three boyfriends. According to Anita's story, he served his wife and her lovers, orally and in any other way they required, before, during, and after his wife and her lovers had sex. That had really fired up Paul's imagination and he'd written back that it sounded interesting and that he might like to try it. Those fantasies had been at the heart of all of Miss Paula's secret masturbatory moments of late. Still, it was one thing to fantasize about it and another to actually do it! However from the look on Kathy's face and what she was saying to Erin, it would seem that Kathy was all for it.

"I wish you'd told her to bring it over right away," Kathy told Erin, then went on to describe some scenarios they could get into with Miss Paula dressed as a French Maid.

"Well I suppose I could call her," Erin volunteered, moving past Kathy to the phone. She tried once, waited a moment and said, "Must have dialed wrong." Then she tried again and was also unsuccessful. "Remind me later and I'll try again," she told them. Then she went back to where she'd sat the gym bag on the floor, hoisted it in her hand, and grinned at Miss Paula. "I believe we have everything we need to make a woman out of you right here in this bag."

When Monica showed up, a short time later, Miss Paula was on his hands, elbows, and knees on the living room rug, being deflowered by Erin, who was wearing the strap-on dildo. Kathy was in the process of getting in position in front of him so that Miss Paula could lick some pussy at the same time his sissy boy pussy was being drilled by Erin. "That looks like fun," Monica commented, getting their attention.

Erin had left the front door ajar and Kathy had known why. Monica's sudden appearance didn't surprise either of them as Erin had told her about the phone code. Since they'd figured to be busy in the bedroom by the time Monica got there, she could let herself in. But they'd never made it out of the living room. Kathy had kept Miss Paula busy while Erin had stripped and strapped on the fake phallus. When she'd walked back in, the fun had begun almost immediately. Kathy had told Miss Paula to get on his knees while she'd grabbed her camera off the closet shelf so she could take a picture of the event. Kathy had taken several shots from different distances, including a close-up of Miss Paula kissing and then sucking the head of the fake cock.

Then Erin had made a suggestion. "The light's better in here. Get the lube I left laying on the bed and you can take a picture of Miss Paula getting fucked for the first time."

With that done, and Miss Paula now being fucked in earnest, they'd seen no sense in stopping to make Miss Paula more comfortable on a bed. The living room rug seemed to be working quite well. The only one that had been startled by Monica's arrival was Miss Paula and he had really been in no position to comment. However, Monica had the maid's uniform in her hand on a hanger and Kathy, seeing it for the first time, felt compelled to remark. "Oh that's gorgeous! Miss Paula will look so cute in that!"

Monica held the short dress out in front of her and replied, "The waist is high enough that it should fit over his diapers without any problem - if you want to keep him in those too. I had some matching ruffled panties that went with it, but somehow, they got torn up."

"She probably means `torn off' if I know Monica," Erin teased.

Monica might have explained that the reason Erin knew so much about the fate of the ruined panties was because she'd been the one to tear them off of Monica, but she chose not to elaborate. Instead she asked, "Is he about ready?" But before anyone could answer, her cell phone had gone off and it was the special ring tone she'd put on calls coming from her office. "Well shit!" was her only comment, before bringing the phone to her ear to answer it.

When Monica finished her conversation, she commented aloud to no one in particular, "Of all the fuckin' luck." By then, the other three, having heard her ask questions and watching her face go from a frown to a scowl, had already figured out that she was going to have to have to turn around and leave. "To hell with them. I'm not going home to change. I'll go in like this."

Kathy, Erin, and finally Miss Paula, were paying more attention to the dress on the hanger and less to the way Monica had been dressed and it wasn't until Monica had made her comment that they realized Monica had dressed to damn near look like a hooker with a short skirt, fishnet stockings, and as much cleavage as she could create from her barely `B' tits.

Kathy remarked, "Well that's one way to get a raise."

"Or a rise," Erin added. "You know where."

"Might be nice," Monica countered, "But the guy that called me has a boyfriend that looks like one of those Chippendale models."

"You just need to show him how good you are at sucking dick and he'll be all yours," Erin teased.

"Pleasant thought," Monica had told them with a grin. Then she'd hung the dress in her hand on a doorknob and told them, "The sooner I get in there the better. And the sooner I can get back."

But it hadn't happened. Finding the problem had been simple enough but getting the right parts flown in to fix it had taken almost 48 hours instead of the 24 that they'd expected. Had the right parts been kept on hand, as Monica had requested, she could have had the system back up in less than two hours instead of taking over two days. Monday morning she'd been ordered to fly back to Atlanta with all the paperwork involved and she'd been smart enough to include her request, stamped `Not Approved', so that her ass was covered. The top bosses were still uneasy when it came to dealing with Monica, but there was no denying she knew her job and was good at it. So after thanking her for getting everything up and going as quick as she had, they'd asked if she could stay a few days to consult with the home office IT staff about some proposed changes. If there was any one thing that Monica had loved about Atlanta it was the shops there and since she'd only packed for a one-night stay, she'd almost grinned with an excuse to hit the clothing stores she knew so well.

That trip - that was supposed to be overnight - took closer to two weeks, and when she got back, the same guy that worked for her on weekends and had called about the crash was due for a two-week vacation. Monica had always pulled whatever shift one of her helpers worked when they needed time off and had pitched in again. Then Erin's mom had gotten ill and Erin had gone home for a few weeks to see to her. Whatever arrangements she'd made to have her work covered, required her to put in extra hours when that crisis had passed. But at long last, the planets had aligned, the moon had moved into whatever phase made things like this happen, and Monica was putting on the same clothes she'd worn the last time she'd gone to visit Kathy and Miss Paula.

As she hooked her stockings to her garter straps, she thought, "And this time, I'm officially going as Erin's date."

The old saw about "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," had definitely been true in Monica and Erin's case. Monica had spent two days and nights in Atlanta before she'd thought to call Erin and tell her what was going on and why she wasn't back already. Toward the end of the call, Monica had merely commented, "I miss you," but it had come out with more empathy than she'd intended. Erin had replied, "I miss you too," and the next thing you know, they'd been saying things like, "I think I'm falling in love with you." That had led to nightly calls for the rest of the time Monica had been out of town and when she'd gotten home, the two had been together for whatever free time they could arrange. They'd both found it almost amusing that when they'd finally discovered how deeply they cared for each other, that fate kept intervening to either keep them apart, or too busy to enjoy it. But not this weekend. Erin had planned a special dinner at her house, Miss Paula was going to spend the weekend as their personal servant, and Kathy was as eager as the rest to see it all happen.

Kathy really was anxious and nervous too. Nervous enough that she couldn't get her garter snap to hook properly. The ladies, with the exception of Miss Paula, had put their heads together to decide what their attire should be and garters and stockings had been a unanimous choice. Since Miss Paula had gotten a lot more experience in wearing stockings in the last couple of months, Kathy turned to him and told him, "You do it. I'm gonna break a nail if I keep trying."

Miss Paula, already comfortably attired in his French Maid uniform, was happy to comply. While his nails were now longer and shaped different than they had been a month or two ago, he'd been wearing stockings almost every day, a few times under his business suits. Some were the kind that didn't need garters that he usually wore with his diapers. He also wore panties now whenever he wasn't in diapers and with the panties, he almost always wore a garter belt. Deftly, thanks to all that recent experience, he hooked Kathy's garter straps for her. Then, since she didn't have her panties on yet, he buried his nose in her neatly trimmed bush, gave her slit a quick lick, and looked up at her.

"Keep that thought," she told him, pushing his head back. "I know Erin made some kind of fancy cheese cake for dessert, but I'm guessing your dessert is going to be three horny ladies. Erin said Monica can't wait for her chance to give you some after dinner wine."

Miss Paula glowed, knowing what that meant. While Erin had seemed to have gotten very hung up on Monica - Monica was all she wanted to talk about - her hours and Monica's had kept the two from seeing each other as often as they'd liked. So whenever Erin had been in the mood for sex, and Monica hadn't been available to take care of that need, Erin had turned to her good neighbors. Being really good neighbors, Kathy and Miss Paula had been happy to help. There was no doubt that Erin was a piss freak', as she often called herself, and from what she'd said, Monica was too. For that matter, with Erin's tutelage, Kathy and Miss Paula had also learned to love water sports. They'd discovered it served the dual purpose of reminding Miss Paula of her place and igniting their passions at the same time. Seldom a day went by that Miss Paula didn't get a taste of Kathy's golden nectar, which the ladies had started referring to as wine'. So there was no doubt in Miss Paula's mind as to what Monica's after dinner `wine' would really be. He almost salivated in anticipation. Once in a while he was given their wine in a glass, but usually he got it straight from the source, his mouth clamped over their sweet pussies as he licked them to orgasm. He had yet to try Monica's and hoped that at some point, the ladies would decide he should fuck her too. They thought of him as their "French Maid" and he thought of them as his private little harem.

They were running ahead of schedule so Kathy debated going next-door under some excuse and leaving Miss Paula with time to get on the Internet. It had been Erin's idea to create a fictitious person – a pseudo-sissy named Andy with similar interests as Paul's - and make contact with Paul over the net. It was one of the ways the ladies amused themselves that Miss Paula was completely un-aware of.

For several weeks, Andy,' who called himself, Baby Annie' or `Annie Mae' when he emailed Miss Paula, had been telling Miss Paula about all the hot and wild sexual diversions he had tried with both men and women. Miss Paula had responded, giving Annie Mae graphic accounts of what his wife and neighbor had been putting him through. The two women – the real ones – had really enjoyed themselves the previous Saturday morning at Miss Paula's expense and he'd never suspected a thing.

Erin's house was on the corner and her garage was on the side street. Kathy had told Paul she was going shopping with Erin and had left him dressed in his nightie and a wet diaper. With that out in the open now, Paul was staying dressed that way a lot of the time. Since Kathy was encouraging him to explore his sissy, feminine side as much as he wanted, Paul's male clothing had seldom been used, saved for when he had to leave the house on business. Even when he went to the office, he almost always had on panties and hose underneath his suit. When Kathy asked and found out that Paul seldom took off his suit coat or sports jacket in the office, she had him start wearing a bra and slip in addition to the garter-belt and stockings. Paul had gladly complied.

She'd also discovered, checking his computer like Monica had taught her, that most mornings, as soon as she left for work, if Paul was still in his soggy overnight diaper when she left, he'd keep it on for hours while he got on the net to brag to his internet friends about how wet he was. That's what had given Erin the idea to create Annie Mae,' join one of the groups Miss Paula was in, and begin an email conversation with Miss Paula, who was never aware that the fictitious Annie Mae' was right next door instead of many miles away.

Last Saturday, under the pretext of that shopping trip, Kathy had gone next-door as planned, and instead of leaving, they'd pulled Erin's car in the garage, shut the garage door so the car was out of sight, gotten naked together, and used Erin's computer to contact Miss Paula. Immediately, `Annie Mae' had begun bragging to Miss Paula about how his wife was out of town for the weekend and that he had a sissy friend coming over to play and how Annie Mae could hardly wait to start sucking his sissy friend's cock. Miss Paula had told Annie Mae how much he envied Annie Mae having a friend like that and Annie Mae had suggested that since Miss Paula's wife knew about the other things Miss Paula liked to do, that maybe Miss Paula should just tell his wife he wanted a sissy friend so he could suck cock too.

Miss Paula had responded in length, telling Annie Mae all about how they'd talked about having a three-some with another guy for years and how recently Kathy had indicated that if it happened, he'd have to service both her and whoever they chose to be the other guy. "I think she wants to watch me suck a guy's cock," Miss Paula had written, "But I think she wants it to be some guy that's more interested in her than a sissy friend might be."

"Which would you prefer?" Annie Mae had asked and hadn't been at all surprised when Paula had answered, "Either one or BOTH! Just as long as it's a cock and full of cum!" Then the ladies, pretending to be `Annie Mae,' had drawn Miss Paula out, getting him to reveal how his thoughts had become obsessed with sucking a cock and what it would feel like to have one shoot cum in his mouth. Annie Mae had responded with vivid descriptions of cocks she'd sucked and making the craving in Miss Paula all the more intense.

This Saturday the party was starting a little later than originally planned which was one reason they were running a little early. Monica had visitors from Atlanta touring the local facility and they'd wanted to stay over to meet the weekend workers on Saturday morning. "I'll take them to the airport around eleven and be there by noon," she'd promised.

"I hope you like surprises," Kathy commented as she finished with her makeup, and then turned to touch up Miss Paula's in a few places. "I know about one surprise that you have coming, but I get the impression there's more."

"Is someone else going to be there?" Paula asked. He had a suspicion the ladies were going to fix him up with a man. But when Kathy shook her head, he voiced his biggest concern. "Are you going to take me some place?"

Kathy laughed at the panic in his voice. "No sweetie. It's just going to be you and me and Erin and Monica. And we're not going to take you anywhere dressed like that - except maybe for Halloween. You could get away with going out dressed as a French Maid for Halloween. That's not too far off and it might be fun. Besides, you've really gotten good at doing your makeup and learning how to walk and talk like a woman. I'm sure you could go out with us to go shopping or to a movie and no one would suspect you're really a guy. I'm sure you'd have a few men hitting on you – if you want to try it."

"Maybe sometime," he responded as he always did when she made that suggestion. He was definitely warming to the idea of going out completely dressed as a woman and knew that some guys did it all the time and had no problems getting away with it. He'd read countless stories and letters on the net from guys about their adventures in public dressed as women and with his small build and long wavy hair, or wearing the wig Erin had given him, he was sure he could do it too – if and when he could work up the nerve. He'd often thought it would take enough alcohol for him to do it that he wouldn't be able to walk in heels if he did it – assuming he could walk at all!

Thinking about drinking, he asked, "Do we need to bring anything – like to drink?" He wanted to be sure there was something to drink with alcohol in it, especially if the ladies had some surprises in mind.

"Not a thing!" Kathy told him. "I went with Erin to the grocery store and the liquor store a couple of nights ago when you were gone overnight. She's all stocked up on everything we could need to get fat and or stay drunk all weekend if we wanted. And quit worrying. We're not going to make you go somewhere dressed as Paula until you're ready."

While he believed her for the moment, he also accepted the fact that the day was coming when Kathy would insist on it, and it would be sooner rather than later. So far she hadn't so much as hinted that she'd put it to him as a demand, but in the last two months, with him spending more and more time as Paula, she was making more and more of the decisions that she'd previously left up to him. What bothered him about that was that it didn't bother him. He was enjoying the role of Miss Paula, waiting hand and foot on Kathy, and Erin too, if she was there. More and more, Kathy was wearing the pants, so-to-speak, and he was wearing the panties, or diapers – and loving it! He was so grateful that he had a job that allowed him the freedom to do most of his work from home and dress however he wanted.

Kathy was still seated at her makeup table and watching Miss Paula, standing over her shoulder. She and Erin, who happened to have a sewing machine and could remember how to use it, had taken another three inches off the already short hem of Miss Paula's maid's dress and he'd never noticed. It was enough, she saw, admiring his image, that with the thick cloth diapers he wore most of the time now, the bulging crotch of the diapers and the ruffled plastic panty cover were visible, even when Miss Paula was standing straight. Erin, probably with Monica's help, had located some additional petticoat material that made his French Maid outfit all the more sissified. There was about two inches of freshly shaved thigh between the bottom of Miss Paula's diapers and the top of his stockings. The little pink roses that decorated the hooks of his black garter straps almost perfectly matched the pink roses and ruffles that decorated his diaper cover. She thought he looked adorable and was surprised he could even stand without be bowlegged, the diapers were so thick.

She'd almost had to laugh when he'd told her about the cloth diapers like it was something he'd just discovered. She'd never known prior to reading his emails that the evening they'd met at the apartment laundry room where they'd both lived at the time, he'd been washing a load of cloth diapers that he'd made from old bath towels. She still wasn't supposed to know about that. She'd found out by getting into his computer like Monica had shown her and reading some of the emails he'd sent to his sissy friends. That had prompted Erin, after hearing the story from Kathy, to send him an email from `Annie Mae', asking if Miss Paula had ever been caught in diapers. Miss Paula had responded, telling Annie Mae about several incidents that Kathy had never suspected. There'd been a time a couple years back when he'd fallen asleep in his diapers and had woken when he heard Kathy coming in the door. There hadn't been time for him to do any more than grab his pants, pull them on over the diaper, and hope to change when he could. He told his internet friend that it had been a real close call, as the diaper had been very wet and leaking and the back of his pants legs had been wet before he could change.

Paul still hadn't mentioned anything about his sissy Internet friends to her, but he had used the net as an excuse for `suddenly' discovering that cloth diapers, as well as plastic pants and panties, were available for adults. "I was looking on the net to see if there was a cheaper source for diapers," he'd excitedly begun one afternoon when she got home from work. "And GUESS WHAT I found?" Then he'd gone on to tell her all about how he'd been looking for a better price for the combination of diapers and pads they'd been using and had found a couple of sources for adult cloth diapers and everything they'd need to go with them. "I guess I'm not the only guy that likes to do this," he'd told her shyly. "I looked around and found places that even sell sissy clothes that a guy can dress in, with or without diapers."

Kathy had kept a straight face - a marvelous job of acting. She'd been well aware that he'd been visiting web sites like that for months, even before Monica had taped into the hidden files. But she'd acted surprised and let him show her what he'd been talking about. She encouraged him to buy some diapers for both of them and to get himself the sissy plastic panties with the ruffled cover. She'd also told him that if he was a good little girl, they'd see about getting him some new sissy dresses in the near future. Then she'd mused aloud, "If those kind of things are that popular, there really must be a lot more guys like you than we thought. Maybe you should try to find out if there's a club or something for sissies. We might even find you another sissy to play with someday. I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you? But one sissy is enough for me. I think if we had another man to join us it would be more fun to have some hunky young stud that we could share. What do you think? Sissy cock or hunky cock?"

As usual, he'd demurred, letting her know that whatever she wanted was fine with him. She'd thought, with her hint to look on the net for other sissies, that he would have told her about some of the groups he'd joined or the other members that he'd been writing to, but so far he hadn't mentioned it at all. However, if things went as planned, she expected that he'd be making a full confession about that before the day grew dark.

Miss Paula was on pins and needles, as nervous as he'd ever been in his life, in spite of the quick drinks he'd had before coming next-door. Monica had requested that they not start without her, so they'd agreed to wait until she got there, and then Erin would call to tell them to come over. With at least an hour to kill, Miss Paula had suggested he fix wine coolers for Kathy and him to sip. Hers had been half wine and half soda. His had been straight wine, gulped down, and refilled once before leaving the kitchen with them. That had been a big help when Kathy insisted they walk from their front door to Erin's in broad daylight.

Usually, if Paul was dressed as Miss Paula, it was after dark before he'd venture out, and even then they'd go out the back door, through the side gate, through Erin's side gate, and in through Erin's back door. Walking across the front yard in the middle of the day was a bit frightening for Paula. At least Kathy had waited a few minutes for the neighbor across the street to finish working on his lawn. When Jim, the retired Colonel that spent so much of his free time in his yard, had stopped mowing and went to get his edger, Miss Paula had almost run from one front door to the next. He'd been sure that Erin had purposely waited to answer his very insistent knock.

Then, while Erin and Monica had both made remarks about having a surprise for each other, neither seemed to be in a rush to let anyone know what those surprises might be. So Miss Paula busied herself with his assigned chores and tried not to think about what the evening had in store. He knew that sex between the four of them was the ultimate goal of the day – and evening. Monica had been ready to join them a few weeks back when Erin had given him his first fucking. Then she'd been called away, very reluctantly, and with the promise that it would happen some day soon. However, between the schedules of everyone involved, it hadn't happened yet – at least not the four of them. Erin and Kathy had been to bed together several times and a few times with Monica or Paul joining them. But those times when Monica had been free, Paul had been out of town or had meetings scheduled locally. He'd been able to join Kathy and Erin a few times, but never when Monica had been available too. A couple of times, Kathy had sent Miss Paula over to Erin's house while she'd been at work. The first time was for Erin to baby-sit little Miss Paula. The last time had been the previous day, when Miss Paula, the maid, had helped clean Erin's house for her. For doing such a good job of that, he'd been rewarded with a blowjob from Erin, while Kathy listened on the phone from work.

So really, there shouldn't have been any sexual apprehension, but Miss Paula felt it nonetheless. He felt it the whole time he was fixing their snacks. And later, when he served them their dinner, he was sure he could feel electricity in the air. There were almost sparks flying between Erin and Monica and he didn't understand why. He knew from what Kathy had recently told him that Erin and Monica had been sexually active together and it had been for longer and more often than Kathy had originally suspected. So he assumed that by now there shouldn't be anything that one didn't know about the other. But then, there were a few things Kathy didn't know about him, even if she was beginning to suspect them. He was still letting her believe all this sissy stuff was more her idea instead of admitting it was a long held secret fantasy. And while he still demurred when she talked about sharing a man, feigning indifference, it was by far his greatest desire when he was dressed as Miss Paula. So, based on his own closely held secrets, he supposed there really could be things between Erin and Monica that the other didn't know. He wondered if his involvement - or Miss Paula's - had something to do with it.

When he served the cheesecake that Erin had made, along with a special brandy for the occasion, he thought Erin and Monica were almost jumping in their seats, dying to get out their secrets or surprises or whatever it was. Of course he remembered what Kathy had said about Monica wanting him to drink her special after dinner wine, and he was sure, when the cheesecake was finished, there'd be no more reason to wait for that to happen. Yet when he'd cleared away the dessert plates, and Erin had indicated he should refill their snifters again, he grew impatient. "Okay, so who is going to surprise who first?"

The ladies all smiled. They were anxious, yet content to make him wait. Kathy asked him, "Shouldn't that be, `who is going to surprise whom' my sweet?" getting a giggle from the other two. Then she told the ladies, "I think we should save Miss Paula's surprise for last. Now what is it you two have been cooking up the last few days?"

Instead of either answering, they began a debate over who should go first, basing their arguments on age, guest vs. hostess, and a few other meaningless points. Finally Kathy intervened. "Just because we have a three day weekend, doesn't mean we should waste time arguing. How about we do it in alphabetical order. Erin, you go first."

Erin blushed, enjoying it when someone else made decisions for her and Kathy was becoming very good at that. She started to speak, and then stopped to walk around the table to stand by Monica. Taking a big, deep breath and swallowing hard, she almost begged as she said, "I want . . . more than anything in the whole world . . . I want you to live with me."

"That's awesome!" Kathy exploded, before Monica had a chance to say yes or no. "You two are so perfect for each other."

In place of an answer, Monica pulled Erin into her lap and gave her a kiss that spoke volumes. While Kathy had witnessed the two kiss like that before, Miss Paula hadn't and he was almost embarrassed to be standing there watching. Not knowing what else to do, he peed in his diaper again, hoping the wet diaper would hold it. When they finally broke apart, seeming to notice they had an audience, they both blushed like a couple of teens, caught kissing for the first time.

"I guess that means yes?" Kathy teased. "You're going to be our new neighbor?"

Monica grinned and nodded. "Oh yeah, for sure." Then she reached for her purse, on the floor near her chair, struggling a bit with Erin still on her lap, but not letting her go. "I guess my surprise isn't going to be such a surprise now." Yet there were three jaws that dropped in unison when Monica pulled out the small black velvet box and popped it open to show them the engagement ring. "More than anything in the whole world, I want Erin to be my wife."

"Wow," Miss Paula muttered, looking at Kathy to see if she was as surprised as he was. While their State was very liberal in most matters, it still hadn't allowed gay marriages. Yet he knew from stories he'd read that many gay couples considered themselves to be married, had their own unsanctioned ceremonies, and wore rings just like straight married couples. He also knew that Jim, the retired colonel across the street, the one Paul didn't want to let see him dressed as Paula, would most likely frown at the news that a lesbian couple was residing that close, but that was his problem. Paula could tell, from the way Kathy kept looking at the couple, then at him, and back again, that she was uncertain what to say or do. He also noticed that every time she looked his way, her eyes seemed to be a little wetter than they were before. And then, when Erin began to cry, almost sobbing, Monica did too and Kathy really let loose. He tried to remain unaffected by it all, but the tears that began streaming down his cheeks made a lie of that. So he tried to make a joke of it.

"If someone walked in here right now, they'd think someone died."

No one commented, but Monica did pull a hanky out of her purse and used it to dry Erin's cheeks and then her own. Finally, Erin spoke, looking into Monica's eyes, but talking to all of them. "I should have known whatever I did, she could top it."

"I still haven't heard either of you say yes," Kathy reminded them, drying her eyes with her dinner napkin.

Both Erin and Monica opened their mouths as if to speak and Kathy thought for a split second that she'd get an answer, but again the two open mouths met in another lengthy passionate kiss.

"I guess that's about as close to an answer as you're going to get," Miss Paula commented. "Maybe we should leave."

"Oh no!" Erin exclaimed, pulling apart to face them. "We're not anywhere close to being done." Then remembering her place, she turned back to Monica. "If that's all right with you?"

"Are you kidding?" Monica quipped. "I've been looking forward to this night for months. I can't think of a better way to celebrate."

"Well I'm going to need a dry diaper," Erin told them. "The only thing wetter than eyes around here is the diaper I'm wearing."

"Don't bet on it," Paula told them. "Mine is probably wetter than yours. I'm afraid to sit down."

Kathy got to her feet. "Then it's a good thing you're waiting on us and don't have to sit down. How about I change little Erin's diaper for her and you two get to know each other better? Then Monica can change Miss Paula when we're done."

Erin rose to her feet too, winked at Kathy, then told Monica, "Don't tell Miss Paula too many secrets," and after getting Monica's assurance that she'd be discreet, followed Kathy toward the bedrooms.

When Paula seemed reluctant to begin a conversation, Monica began by asking, "That dress does look so cute on you, especially with those darling panties over your diaper. So how do you like wearing diapers so far?"

"Fine. A lot," he answered somewhat nervously. "I mean . . . I've been wearing them a lot lately and I like it. I'm glad Kathy likes it too."

"Come stand next to me," she instructed. When Paula was standing next to her chair, she asked, "Is Kathy wearing a diaper? I didn't notice."

"Not today. But she's been wearing one to bed at night two or three times a week and that always turns into a lot of fun."

"You mean sex?" Monica teased, and then put her hand on the bulge in the front of his diaper.

He laughed and blushed both. "Yeah, sex. But it's a lot of fun other than the sex. Sort of like warm, wet foreplay."

"A lot of things can be foreplay," Monica reminded him, rubbing his diaper with increasing pressure. "And foreplay is part of sex. Rubbing your diaper is one form of foreplay. The way you keep staring at my cleavage could also be considered foreplay. You're letting me know you want to see my tits. That makes me as excited as you're getting because I'm rubbing your diaper."

Paula was taken back by her frankness. He knew she talked like that, but it still surprised him. He wasn't sure what to say, but he knew a compliment never hurt. He also knew that this woman would be changing his diaper in a few minutes which would leave him in a very vulnerable position and a little flattery just plain made good sense. He'd hoped for something a little more charming, but all he could get out was, "You've got nice tits."

"Thank you Miss Paula. I'm almost flat-chested compared to Erin and Kathy so I'm glad you like them.

That got a laugh from Monica and that laugh seemed to do more to ease the tension between them than anything. In a moment she had him telling her all about his childhood, giving her details about his earliest experiments in diapers. Then, getting bolder, he told her that Kathy had relayed the story about her sucking off two of her dad's friends and asked if it was true.

"Oh yes," Monica told him. "Very true. Not the first I'd sucked, but the first grown men anyway." Then she told them of how she and her parents had very different ideas about her level of maturity. "I was one of those kids that's going on twenty-one from the time they turn fourteen." She went on to explain the conflicts that had caused and that she'd been mad because she'd been excluded from her parent's `adults only' party. She'd gone to her room, slamming the door behind her and thought she'd flipped the lock at the same time. Thinking she'd be unbothered for a few hours, she'd gotten out the sexy lingerie and makeup she'd stolen from her mom and was standing in front of her mirror, putting on another coat of bright red lipstick, when the door had suddenly opened. It was two of her dad's friends looking for the bathroom and when they saw Monica and the way she was dressed, they'd stopped in their tracks, overtly admiring the young teen.

"I'd stolen a whole glass of straight vodka and had been sipping on it and I guess I was pretty wasted. I was sort of scared at first, but when they kept staring at me and smiling, I did like Marilyn Monroe or someone and blew them a kiss and asked them if they wanted to come in. Well, they did. And locked the door behind them. And I didn't have ANY problem convincing them they should show me their cocks. And they didn't have ANY problem convincing me I should suck them. That's when I knew for sure that I'd always love to suck a cock. I wouldn't admit it right away, but I knew. After that evening, I just wasn't happy unless I could suck off a man once in a while."

"Do you think you'll still be able to do that when you and Erin are married?"

Monica grinned at Paula, certain of why he was asking, and winked. "Isn't that what neighbors are for?" she said meaningfully. "I expect I'll get to play nanny to you as well as Erin. You're going to love the way I change a sissy boy's diapers."

Paula had the urge to pinch himself to see if it was a dream. He and Kathy had been as sexually active the last couple of months as they ever had since they'd met. In addition, Erin had become a regular fixture in their lives and hardly a week had gone by that Erin didn't suck or fuck her sissy neighbor. Now Monica would be living next-door too and she expected to get a turn sucking him dry. He'd been thinking about the possibility of taking vitamins, and now he considered making it a much higher priority. He was going to need all the stamina he could muster. The only answer he could think to give Monica was a nod and smile. He was speechless, the sudden silence saved from being embarrassing by Kathy and Erin coming back in the room.

"All nice and dry my dear?" Monica asked.

Erin blushed, a beautiful addition to her coloring and freckles. "No, not exactly. After she got a dry diaper on me, she peed on the front of it."

Monica and Paula both laughed. Kathy had done that to Paula several times and now he almost expected it. Since Kathy wasn't wearing a diaper, he should have known to warn Erin, but his thoughts had been on Monica and what they could talk about.

"I suppose I should change Miss Paula now?" Monica suggested.

Erin and Kathy both shook their heads. "We were talking and you've never seen us play that game we made up, `Pin the Tail on the Sissy'. So let him stay soggy for a while." Then Erin held up a scarf. "The way we play is, we blindfold the sissy and instead of using pins to stick him, we use toys to stick in him. Then he has to guess which toy it is and who is using it on him. If he guesses right, he gets a reward. And if he guesses wrong, he has to be the sex slave of whoever is poking him."

"Mmm, sounds like my kind of fun. I think after we play, Poke the Sissy' we should play, Poke the Subbie.' How does that sound?"

Erin glowed. Monica often teased her about her submissive nature, calling her, My little Subbie' and Erin had wanted to try being the pokee' in their game for some time. "It sounds like I'm finally marrying the right person," she said in a gush.

While Erin was going to get a handful of toys, Kathy had Miss Paula refill all their glasses. Then she put the blindfold on Miss Paula and asked him, "So what did you two talk about?"

Before Paula could reply, Monica answered for him. "Sucking cock," she said. "Miss Paula was interested in knowing about how I started sucking cock."

Kathy nodded in understanding. "Yes. She seems to be thinking about that a lot lately. She never wastes a drop of her cum any more. She loves to lick it out of me." Then Kathy pinched his cheek. `Don't you my little sweetie."

It was true, and pointless to deny, and something he'd been doing since the first time they'd made love, not just lately. So he grinned and nodded his head, telling her, "Yes ma'am." It didn't occur to him that he was also saying yes to Kathy's first remark.

"Well there's no sense in just thinking about it," Monica told him. "We need to find you a real cock to suck. Would you like that?"

Paula was glad his eyes were covered with the handkerchief. He doubted he could have faced any of them, especially Kathy, when he answered, almost in a whisper, "Yes."

"Yes what?" Kathy asked. "I want to hear you say it."

"Yes ma'am," Paula replied, speaking softly, but slowly and distinctly and loud enough for everyone to hear him. "I want to suck a cock."

Kathy grinned at Monica, and then asked her husband, "A real one? A real cock that will shoot cum in your mouth? Is that what my sissy wants?"

Having admitted aloud in front of witnesses that he wanted to suck cock was the major hurdle and he'd cleared it. So it was easier for him to say, "Yes ma'am. I want to suck a real cock and make it shoot cum in my mouth."

Blindfolded, he wasn't aware that Erin had come back in the room until he heard her ask Monica, "Think maybe we should let Ron fuck his face? And maybe bring some friends like he did to me?"

Kathy jumped in to defend Paula before the ideas got too out of hand. "Let's wait on that. I'm sure we can find him a cock or two without having to get Ronnie or his friends involved."

"Okay," Erin said, and then asked, "Alright, here's my toy box. Miss Paula, it's the same things that were in it the last time we played. There are two dildos, a large one and a small one, a vibrator, and a butt plug. Now, let's move the coffee table and you can get on your hands and knees and get ready."

Paula heard the noises of Erin's large coffee table being moved to one side of the room and then one of the women led him to the spot where it had been. Pressure on his shoulders were his instructions to get down on his hands and knees. He heard movement around him and knew the women were up to something, probably getting undressed. Then he felt hands everywhere, rubbing his head, neck, padded chest, his legs, and thighs. After a few minutes of that, something was brushed across his lips and he knew it was intended for him to suck. Because of the ridge of the head, Paula knew it was one of the dildos, and while they referred to them as large and small, there was really very little difference. Previously, in this situation, he would have had one chance in four of getting it correct, since there was no telling who was holding it. With Monica playing, his chances dropped to one in six. He was almost certain it was Monica, since she was the new player and would most likely be allowed to go first by the other two. So all he had to do, a fifty-fifty chance, was guess if it was the large or small dildo. He knew it was probably going to be his best chance, barring pure luck, of getting an answer right all night. Not that he really cared. Every time they'd played before, a wrong guess had meant several minutes of licking the pussy of the woman that had fooled him and sometimes drinking their pee. In this game, it was as much fun to loose as win.

"Monica," he guessed when the plastic penis was pulled from his mouth. "Small dildo."

"Wrong!" Kathy shouted gleefully, somewhere behind him. "It was Erin."

Miss Paula was at their mercy to play fair. Blindfolded, he couldn't prove if he'd been right or wrong and he relied on them to be honest about it. Not that he really cared.

"I just got a new diaper," Erin explained, "So I want Miss Paula to give me a foot massage, while we talk."

As Miss Paula began giving Erin a foot massage, he inferred from the conversation that Kathy and Erin had talked about Erin's wedding plans while Kathy had been changing her diaper and found out that Erin and Monica had never discussed any sort of a committed relationship and that Erin didn't have any plans at all.

Monica told them of her semi-monthly jaunts to Vegas and that she'd noticed a lot of Wedding Chapels, and suggested that might be the best location for an unusual wedding. That met with a round of approval from the women. Miss Paula sat silently on the floor, massaging Erin's feet through her stockings. He wondered, as giddy with happiness as Erin was at the moment, if she wouldn't be just as agreeable to anything, including being doused with gasoline and set afire – as long as Monica lit the match. But he knew women well enough to know that anything decided now would be changed ten times a day, up to and including the day of the ceremony, and said nothing.

Then they started debating – apparently Erin had insisted that Kathy and Miss Paula be part of any ceremony – as to whether Miss Paula should be a bride's maid, with heavy emphasis on the `maid' part, or the Maid of Honor, or some sort of female equivalent of a Best Man for Monica. "We could find some white women's dress suits for them," Kathy suggested to Erin.

Monica laughed. "That's all up to you," she told Erin. "But I seriously doubt I deserve to wear white – even by Vegas standards."

"What's one more little lay," Erin answered and Paula could tell, by the way Erin's feet and legs twisted, that she'd leaned over to kiss Monica again. When she came up for air, she pulled her feet back, telling Paula, "That's enough. Who's next?"

Paula had no idea what they were using to decide whose turn it was next. He heard some noises like they might have been playing, "Paper, scissors, rock," and he supposed that made as much sense as any. In a moment, he felt his skirt and petticoats being flipped up over his back and someone's hands inside the back of his diaper. Then something was being pushed up his ass. After the initial slight pain, it was inside him and the hands were removed, now rubbing and squeezing his ass cheeks. He knew the object had been the butt plug. Kathy had borrowed it and used it on Miss Paula several times in addition to the games they'd played with Erin. That meant he only had to figure out which of the women had put it there and he was fairly sure he'd gotten a whiff of Monica's perfume. "Butt plug – Monica," he guessed.

"Wrong again," Kathy told him. "It was me. And my pussy needs some serious sissy boy attention."

While he was giving his wife's sweet snatch some of that serious attention, he could hear what sounded like some serious smooching going on nearby on the couch. Once again he assumed that maybe he and Kathy should go home and leave the newly betrothed couple to consummate that engagement. When she pushed him away, he again looked up at her, or where he thought she was since he was still blindfolded and couldn't see. He asked softly, "Should we leave?"

"Of course not," Monica answered for her. "I haven't had my turn yet. I'm next."

Paula waited, the butt plug still up his ass. He supposed, based on past experiences, that Kathy intended to leave it there until she, or someone else, decided to replace it with one of the dildos or the vibrator. He wasn't surprised when he felt one of the cocks brush his lips and wondered if he dare pick Monica again. By all rights, it was her turn. And she HAD said she was next. But that was so obvious that he wasn't going to fall for that one. He wondered if he could cheat a little bit. He had no idea if the person holding the dildo was in front of him or to one side, but he thought if he could sort of accidentally brush up against their leg or feet, maybe the type of stockings or lack of them would give him a clue. Kathy and Monica were both wearing stockings and Monica's appeared to be a fine, fishnet type. Erin had been wearing stockings, but had lost them during the diaper change.

Pretending to loose his balance, he let his arm brush against the leg of the cock holder and was sure it was Monica's hose that he felt. Pure genius,' he thought as he got the plastic phallus back between his lips. They made it seem so sure that it had to be Monica that they knew I'd be certain it was someone else.' Then he heard what he was sure was the buckle of the strap that could be attached to the larger of the two dildos. If they were hooking the large dildo and strap together, that meant the one in his mouth had to be the small one. He almost blurted out, "Monica – small dildo," and then caught himself. It might be nice to win one round – but it might be a whole lot nicer to loose! He'd never had a taste of Monica's pussy and had to take his wife's word that it was delicious and he'd love it if he ever got the chance. `Why pass up a chance?' he reasoned with himself, pulling back to tell them, "Kathy – big dildo!"

All three of the ladies laughed. "Wrong again," Kathy told him. "It wasn't me, it was Monica. My God, we gave that one away. How could you think it was someone else?"

He could sense them moving around him, and had no idea which direction he should face to answer. So he looked straight ahead and lied. "I thought you made it too obvious and that it had to be someone else." He was still facing in the direction where Monica had been and asked, "What would you like for me to do ma'am?"

"Mmm, I'm not sure," Monica answered. "Let me think about it for a moment. Besides, you stopped sucking before we told you to so you loose automatically – right girls?"

After murmurs of agreement from Erin and Kathy, Monica continued. "I'm going to sit on the ottoman and think about it and while I'm thinking, you can crawl between my legs and practice sucking some more."

Paula could see through that one, with or without the blindfold. All that moving around must have been the other women handing the strap-on dildo to Monica, who now had it in place like a real cock. And he could just imagine what Monica was going to want when he'd gotten that dildo all slick and wet with his saliva. He'd have bet his next paycheck that the dildo would soon be replacing the plug in his butt. He could remember the look on Monica's face the day she'd walked in to see him being fucked for the first time and how disappointed she'd been to not get a turn to use it on him. As he crawled between her legs, his mouth open in search of the plastic prick, he wondered if maybe the whole `Poke the Sissy' thing had been an elaborate guise for this to happen.

He was ever so right – even more than he knew!

Monica had to guide his head to get him started, and then Miss Paula took it from there. He wished he didn't have the blindfold, as he'd like to see the look on Kathy's face. She always got this happy, proud, and very turned-on look like he'd seen few other times when he'd put a dildo in his mouth and act like a cocksucker for her. So assuming she was watching everything he did, he began to act like what he imagined the sluttiest cocksucker in the world would do. That's when he got one of Monica's pubic hairs in his mouth and when he paused to get it out, suddenly several things occurred to him at once.

In order for him to have gotten a pubic hair, she must have taken her panties off before strapping on the dildo and that meant he could work a finger or two inside her with no problem. But when he extracted the hair, and then reached between her legs to work his fingers beneath the attachment device, he felt wrinkled, bare skin. Tentatively, he let his lips slide back over the cockhead and as it slid into his mouth, he licked the pee slit with the tip of his tongue, the spongy cockhead confirming his fast growing suspicion that he as sucking a real cock. Even before he heard Erin say, "I think he's figured it out," and Kathy moved to remove his blindfold, he knew they'd tricked him into sucking his first real live cock. For some reason, that didn't surprise him all that much. He just wondered who.

What did shock him was that it wasn't a man they'd snuck in for the occasion, it was really Monica and she had a real cock. Monica was a man!

Kathy dropped to her knees beside him. "Don't stop now. I don't want you to stop until you can show us your tongue covered with cum."

Paula didn't stop again, merely paused a moment to admire the pretty prick he was sucking, before resuming or licking the length of it, or mouthing Monica's small, almost childlike testicles. It was much like the cock of his fantasies; about the same length as his, but with a smaller shaft and larger, purple head, like a small plum. He sucked it, licked it, and rubbed it across his face, lovingly. He recalled that Kathy had told him that he'd love the taste of Monica's pussy and he became determined to find out, as soon as possible. He began a relentless assault on Monica's cock, or `clitty' as she called it, and was extremely pleased when Monica couldn't hold back any longer. He sucked as hard as possible, but quit moving and let Monica give him every drop of cum she had to give. Then he let the pretty prick slide out of his mouth to show Kathy his cum coated tongue.

"He did it!" Kathy said proudly. "My little sissy is officially a cock sucker!" Then she leaned in to kiss him and share the taste of Monica's jism. When she pulled back, she looked up at Monica, then at her sissy husband. "Ready for the rest?"

Paula knew what she meant. It was time for his after dinner wine. "In here?" he asked, concerned about the rug.

Monica smiled down at them. "If you put it in your mouth, you won't miss a drop."

Paula proved Monica wrong. She'd peed faster than he could swallow and some had run out of his mouth and down the front of his maid's uniform. But he was proud of himself for being able to drink as much as he did. Looking at Monica when she'd finished, a pleased smile on his sissy face, he told her, "Welcome to the neighborhood!"

To be continued. Please read, "And the Colonel."