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Fantasy Reversal

By: cuirouswriter



I was nearly ready to head home when my phone buzzed with a text message. "Hon, sorry last minute business out of town. Don't worry, I planned something special for you tonight. I will call you at 9:30 tonight. Luv, Kat"

"Shit", I muttered to myself in a moment of self pity.

The text was a major disappointment, as Katrina, my wife and I had been playing 7 days of fantasies. After 3 years of marriage, we were looking to spice our love life up. To my surprise, she had agreed after a couple weeks of pondering the idea. Katrina was quite conservative so her fantasies, for me had been a bit stale, yet I enjoyed her effort. Tonight was to be the last of her fantasies for me, then it would be my turn to control her. My fantasies for her, I smiled to myself, as that was when the real fun would begin.

After work, I decided to go out for drinks with a few coworkers since Katrina was out of town. Drinking a couple too many beers I was feeling relaxed when I headed home, arriving to the empty house just before the deadline she had given me. At exactly 9:30 PM the phone rang, caller ID showing it was Katrina calling. I eagerly picked the phone up, anticipating what she had planned.

"Hey Kat, I was disappointed about tonight. I was looking forward to your last night of plans for met." I answered trying to play down my excitement.

"Oh Sam, I have something planned I thing you will thoroughly enjoy planned. "You have not gone to the bedroom yet, have you baby?" Katrina cooed softly.

"Umm, no, I just got in. I went out for drinks after work."

"MMMMMM ... so I bet you are a bit tipsy tonight then, aren't you? That will be perfect." She continued, "Now go upstairs to our bedroom, put the handset on speaker and set it on the nightstand. Then I want you to strip completely for me. Tell me when you have done those things."

It took a few minutes, but I set the phone down as requested then stripped, leaving my clothes at the end of the bed. "OK, I am completely naked as you asked me to."

"I bet your cock is hard it. Or maybe your cock isn't quite ready for what I have planned. I will assure you will enjoy what is in store for you for some time." She teased, and she was correct. "So Sam, what I want you to wear is sitting on the end of the bed." She giggled.

As I turned to look, all I saw was a thong I had bought her about a year ago, one she never had worn. "Umm Kat, all that is there is a thong that belongs to you."

"Oh, so you found it then. Great, put it on, but only when I tell you. First you left foot, then your right, step into it. Your legs slightly parted ... now lift it by the waist band ... slowly allowing the satin to tease your legs." Katrina was clearly enjoying this from afar. To my surprise my cock beamed to life, standing fully erect. "Now pull it just over your hip bone, I bet your cock is stiff now, isn't it, Sam?"

I stood silently, not wanting to move, a bit embarrassed standing in my wife's thong, hard as can be. Embarrassed, I did not want to confirm what she already knew. "Now Sammy, tell me, before we continue ... I bet your cock loves the satin thong caressing it. By now, it should have slipped deep between your cheeks. Pull each side up a little more over your hips, Sammy."

She had never called me Sammy before. "My cock is stiff ... lusting for you Kat! Wishing you were here to fuck!" Words I could barely utter. The feminine satin thong was caressing my cock and teasing me at any minor movement. My cock standing erect, yet still barely confined as the satin hugged it.

"I bet you look hot babe. Touch it softly ... touch it for me." Katrina whispers as if she is right next to me.

My hand eases down, starting at the waist; my fingers feel the satin, easing my fingers forward toward the bulge. I gasp softly. I hear a soft giggle from Katrina over the speaker phone. My finger stretches, and my body tenses my cock quivers sharply to life at the first touch. "It... it feels good Kat. I can hardly believe how it feels."

There is a pause, unbeknown to me, she intentionally allows me to ponder and touch myself. I continue, softly stroking the bottom of my shaft. "Mmm... your silence and breathing confirms your excitement, Sammy. Now I want you to slide into bed, slowly allowing yourself to experience the sensation. I want your cock to feel the caresses of the sheets." I lift the cover and quickly see the sheets are not the standard cotton sheets, instead the sheets had been replaced with silky satin sheets. "Slowly slide in Sammy, as you move down allow yourself to be caressed by the satin."

I obey her subtle command the satin sends thrills through me. I pull the covers over my leg, and then begin to slide down, the heavy comforter and sheets weighing on my satin captured cock. "Ohhhhh..." I moan as I slide down excited. 

"Oh, Sammy... you are loving this." Katrina teases. "Now imagine someone softly stroking your cock, begging you to cum. Will you cum for me, Sammy? Cum for me wearing that satin girly thong."

"Yes" is all I can utter. It's hard for me to believe my excitement. My cock seems to crave the satin caresses. 

"Stroke yourself, Sammy. Stroke yourself till you cum. Think of the week of fantasies you are about to live for me. Things you will do to me. How you will dress me. How you will fuck me." Katrina whispered words of encouragement. I gently nudged myself against the sheets, the satin caressing me, my excitement growing. "Beg to be fucked baby!" Katrina demands, her voice more sharp, "Beg... beg if you want to be my slut next week. NOW""

"Please Kat! I need you to fuck me, Kat. Please fuck me." I begged whimpering. I had one hand on my chest, pinching my own nipples and the other stroking myself through the thong for enjoyment. "Oh God, Yes....yes...yes!!!" That was all I remembered as I fell into the dreamy sleep.

***** 

The bright morning sun was now shining into my eyes. I rolled over in the bed, trying to hide from the brightness. As I did, I felt the satin sheets caress my body. In particular, my chest felt tender and sensitive. I quickly recalled the evening before as I stretched my body, quickly realizing my typical morning bulge was absent. I felt naked as my hand reached down to scratch my ass. "Fuck!" I squealed in a high pitch voice as my finger nail dug into my skin as I tried to scratch my itch. My eyes must have been filled with sleep, as I had difficulty focusing. An urge to pee would soon push me from the bed. 

I stumbled to the bathroom, as I reached down I recalled the thong from the night before. The morning air very noticeable on my sensitive nipples. I stood at the toilet lifting the seat, and then I pulled the thong down, relaxing I let myself dangle as I typically did. "What the...?!" I heard Katrina scream, at the same time, I felt myself peeing on my leg. I panicked sitting on the toilet, the cold porcelain chilling my ass. I nearly slipped back, my hands catching me. I relaxed and finished peeing, as I reached down, I shrieked as it was gone. My cock was gone! My hand pushed further down finding nothing, not even pubic hair. 

Lunging up from the toilet, I nearly tripped with the thong at my knees. I found the vanity. Rubbing my eyes, my vision cleared up. "What the fuck happened?" Katrina shouted. Panicked, I turned to look for her. The room was empty. I returned to look in the mirror. The refection I saw was Katrina, standing naked except for the satin thong. The thong had a small white stain showing at the top edge. The image in the mirror mimicked my every move. "I have to be dreaming" Katrina's voice echoed from my lips. 

I stood a few moments still gazing at my image. My reflection was that of my wife. The temptation was too much for my male mind. My hands began to wander. First I touch my breasts delicately. I am surprised, by the sensitivity of the breasts to my touch. My hands pause, and then continue to caress lightly each breast. Next my right hand moves down past my tummy, to my small waist. I hesitate for a moment, afraid of what I may find. My hand continues past the top of the thong I am wearing, feeling the flatness where my cock had been yesterday. "I am dreaming." I uttered in Katrina's voice. My fingers push further down my thong, hoping to find my cock. I feel only soft satin dampness on my thong. My finger pushes in softly. My eyes roll back at the sensation "Oh God." I moan.

If only I go back to bed, this would be over. I told myself, when I wake up this will be over. My mind drifting to my plans for Katrina, all the things I had planned for her. I smile as I lay down, anticipating her arrival so I can start Katrina's seven days of fun. I smiled to myself as my first task for her would be to suck my cock till I came. She had never done taken me that far before, though she was clear there were to be no limits. I tried to relax, my hand drifted between my legs as I drifted to sleep.

"Hey Katrina, time to rise and shine, baby", Sam shouted from down stairs. 

As I lay in bed half asleep my hand is still between my legs. I push my hand in hoping my cock is there, only to send a pleasurable feeling through my body as I stroke my pussy. My pussy, the words echo in my mind. As I shift in the bed, the satin sheets caress my breasts. 

"What is it?" her voice echoed from my lips. Maybe I am still dreaming.

"Thanks for last night, though now it's my turn!" Sam shouted in an excited voice.

Fantasy Reversal Ch. 02



I had just heard Sam call for me again from downstairs. Just yesterday I was Sam. My mind seemed scrambled and light headed. Memories of Sam and Katrina all mixed together. It was a dream, only a very real dream I kept telling myself. His voice echoed again, this time a bit more demanding.

"Come on down Katrina. Honey, you know it's your turn." Sam chuckled to himself. "It's your turn to play out my fantasies. Now get down here!"

"Uh ... uh .. give me a minute." I hesitated to say, my knew voice startling me. It was Katrina's voice I spoke in. God this is an odd dream I thought to myself. As I stood my image reflected in the mirror. Yet the image was not me, but my wife Katrina. I was supposed to be Sam. Sam's clothes from last night were piled on the floor at the end of the bed. 

"Katrina!!" Sam yelled.

"OK! OK! I am coming." I scrambled to the door, stopping for a moment. Naked except for the thong, I then grabbed Sam's shirt from the floor. Picking up the simple white dress shirt I slid it over my shoulders, rolling up the arms and then buttoned a couple middle buttons. A shirt which had fit me perfectly just last night, was now terribly oversized. Though, as I looked in the mirror, I looked sexy. My long legs exposed, the shirt draped to my mid thighs, my cleavage on display, as I shifted the shirt opened with a teasing view of the thong I wore. I stood for a moment admiring myself.

"Katrina, come down her now!" Sam urged.

"Yes, honey. I am coming!" I yelled back. Beginning to walk, my walk was lighter than what I was used to. As I moved the shirt teased my ass and nipples, both sensations I was not used to. Though the feel, somewhat turned me on, a warm feeling building in my stomach. Descending the stairs, Sam appeared. Looking as I had planned for Katrina's first fantasy. Wearing the shorts I knew would display my excitement for today.

I was supposed to be standing where Sam was, soon to have Katrina kneeling taking my cock between her lips, sucking it till I shot my load in her mouth. Though, now seeing him there, his cock hard, I could feel moisture between my own legs.

"Well you look very sexy, Kat. This will be a mind blowing experience for both of us. Now you do know what your first task is, don't you Kat?" Sam spoke. 

Walking toward him, stopping just before him, I kneeled down. My shirt opening as I kneeled. My thong on display as the shirt tails opened. Sam looked down at me kneeling in front of his cock. This was a dream. It would be ok for me to suck a cock in a dream. In this dream I was a woman sucking a man's cock. I tried to reassure myself it was only a dream. Sam moved forward presenting himself. I unzipped his shorts, his cock easily coming free from inside his underwear, springing into my hand.

My lips parted invitingly. Soon his cock was in my mouth, the feel so real. It then occurred to me he had never asked me or told me to give him a blow job. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling me deep onto his rod. My own excitement growing as I performed for him. I knew what his wish was for me. It was something Katrina had never done. He was going to cum in my mouth, Katrina had never allowed this. As I bobbed on his cock, with each retraction, I now gently touched his cock with my teeth. Something I loved when I was Sam, yet Katrina never did. As I did that, I heard him moan. Soon his cock was pulsing as his grip grew firmer on my head. I knew what was coming, my own desires wanting to satisfy him, I was almost unaware, my right hand was inside my shirt, caressing my own breasts. The thong now hugged my soaking desiring pussy. 

His cock throbbed, he moaned, pulling my head onto his cock, his cock almost gagging me. I could feel the pulse and hot rush of semen filling my throat. He then pulled back as his cock continued to pump. His cum now filling my mouth with the taste of his salty hot fluid. His moans quieted, and then he retracted, a sticky string hanging onto his cock as he did. My tongue reached to cut the string as I looked up at him. My body craved more, my desire growing. 

"Oh Katrina, baby. It is like you knew what I wanted." Sam smiled as he spoke. "That was fucking great. This is going to be a fun week to see how far I can take you. Now go take a shower."

I looked up at him for a moment. It was then I realized my submissive position. Obediently I stood and began to ascend the stairs to go take a shower, smiling to myself, about how real this dream seemed.

The water was finally hot as I waited to enter the shower. I almost felt voyeuristic as I removed my shirt, exposing the body that was my wife's less than twenty-four hours ago. Before I allowed my hands to wander, I next pulled the thong down and then gawked at my reflection in the mirror. My pussy was clean shaven, something Katrina had always refused to do. Never before had I realized how sexy her body was, her breasts, not large but pert and perfect. My hands now began exploring my new female body. The sensation of my breasts surprised me a bit, as I fondled my breasts my desires for something grew. 

The shower was steamy hot as I parted the shower curtain. The water caused me to pull away till my level of tolerance increased. As I washed my body I began to explore myself more and more. It was like the first time I had touched a woman, only this time, my body reacted to my touch. The soft skin, the toned legs, physically fit body, soft but firm breasts and the water cascading trough my long hair. I reached slowly to where my cock should have been, as my finger pushed in I moaned. "Oh God, that feels good" I told myself in Katrina's soft whisper. 

I continued to explore my own pussy. At times I had been close to climax, only to fumble as I could not seem to satisfy myself. As I looked up I realized Sam had been watching me. He now stood naked before me. How long he had been there, I did not know. 

"Here Trina, I know just what your body needs." He spoke softly yet direct. 

I should have been upset, though I loved the name Trina, my wife hated me to call her that. Without another word, he stepped close kissing me. Returning his kiss, his hands were now wandering my body and then he slid one hand between my thighs. My legs parted, almosst instinctively to allow him easy access. As his finger plunged into me, I moaned deeply. "Ohhhh....yessss...."

My leg now wrapped around him then the other, as he pushed me into the corner of the shower. His fingers caressing my pussy as my body began to feel the climax growing. As he pushed his fingers into me I moaned. I wanted to feel this, experience what a woman felt. I pulled away from his kiss, so I could utter my emotions. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck me Sam!!!" I screamed unable to stop myself "God, what is happening, fuck me Sam!" 

I had never felt like this before, the orgasm started building slowly in my stomach, than as if my entire body was to be part of the orgasm, my pussy and breasts tingled. Sam plunged his fingers, deep into me, one last time as I moaned loudly. My body gripped his tightly as the first wave came and then hung. Unlike a quick male orgasm, this female orgasm lasted. It receded slightly then another wave hit me. "ohhhhh....ohhhhhh!" I squealed, grasping Sam tightly, my finger nails digging into his shoulder. The orgasm seemed to last forever. I had not even realized that Sam had set me down and left the shower.

The warm water of the shower cascaded down my boy. The pleasure of the orgasm still warming my soul, as I swallowed the salty taste reminded me what I had done shortly before. This cannot be a dream I told myself, knowing deep down it was not.



Fantasy Reversal Ch. 03



Gentle reminders of my first orgasm continued, until the shower water was no longer warm. It seemed like I had been there for an hour. As I looked down again, the female body I saw was not what I had hoped for. My cock was not there, I was in her body, the body of Katrina, my wife. What had she done to me, how had she made me dream like this. I hoped it was a dream, though I honestly knew it was not.

I emerged from the shower, drying myself, touching my female form. Katrina had a terrific body. Her body was petite with small perky b-sized breasts. Exercise was in her daily regimen and her body reflected this by its firmness. Less than 24-hours ago I was Sam, her husband, a man's man, that is what I had been. Now I was in Katrina's body. Not only in her body, but in her body for her week of submitting to Sam's desires. That had been the game we had planned to spice things up. This was the week I was supposed to be the one playing with her, not the one played with by Sam. Finally I finished drying my new female form, rolling my hair into the towel like I had seen Katrina do so many times.

Instinctively I grabbed a t-shirt from Sam's dresser, sliding it over my head. The t-shirt fit like a very loose mini dress, cascading to my upper thighs. My breasts, chilled by the air caused my nipples to poke out. The t-shirt was so oversized for my small body, it hung off my shoulder. Maybe, I thought if I just went to sleep, I would awake as Sam. 

I could feel a gentle kiss on my cheek. "Wake up, honey. we have a dinner reservation at 6:30 tonight." Sam's voice whispered. 

"Huh" I sounded stunned and unfortunately like Katrina. As I lay on my side, my hand was between my thighs, I eased it up and found nothing. I was still in Katrina's body. Then to assure my discovery my other hand went to my breast, discovering again my b-sized female breasts."

Sam reached down pulling the covers back. "My Katrina, you look so fuckable. Maybe I should do that right now, after all it is my week for you to fulfill my fantasies, babe." With a short pause, he walked to the dressing table across the room. "I picked something for you, now get dressed and meet me downstairs."

Easing from the bed I thought of what I had planned for Katrina. Sam would not make me do those things would he, I wondered. My memories where now crossed between mine and Katrina's. I new things about her I would had not before. Walking lightly toward the dressing table I spotted the dress. It was a black halter style mini dress, a dress that I had bought for her to wear on cruise last winter. Shoes sat nearby on the floor, what the fuck I thought, looking at the strappy heels. On the table was a folded thong, no bra, which after looking at the dress I realized would not work as the low cut v-front would reveal it. 

I brushed my long brunette hair, struggling with what to do with my hair, I decided to pull it into a simple pony tail. Even this simple task took me 20-minutes to get it just right. Makeup had been laid out. I applied the make up lightly and somewhat successful. As I sat, I pulled the thong up my legs. The tight fit seemed almost comforting as I pulled it past my hips, shimmying a bit for the thong to find its place between the cheeks of my ass. 

Next was the heels, I could never wear those I thought to myself. There must have been something better in the closet. The discovery made me cringe at what I saw. The only clothes in the closet where things I had purchased for Katrina or had encouraged her to buy. Needless to say, none of clothing was remotely conservative. Finally I sat back down sliding my small feet into the heels. My feet arched as I did, nearly point my toes down. I buckled the straps securely, and then stood, holding onto the chair. I took my first step cautiously and successful. Still standing I placed the dangly diamond earrings on the lobe of each ear, next the pendant necklace.

Turning toward the mirror I was stunned at what I saw. The seductive woman in the mirror would turn any man on. The halter dress was open three inches below my breasts, the pendant necklace looking as an open invitation to look at my cleavage. The hem of the mini dress was exposed most of my thigh. The heels displayed my toned legs exquisitely. If I were still Sam, I would have loved for Katrina to dress like this. Yet now as Katrina I felt exposed and vulnerable. 

"Hey Trina, we're going to be late." Sam yelled from downstairs. 

"Um, just a minute honey .... You should know now not to rush me." I bellowed out in my new feminine voice.

"Yes I understand Trina, but still hurry up." Sam reminded me. 

I brushed the dress down, walking on the edge of the room to assure I did not fall in the heels, though walking in heels came more natural than I had thought. Easing from the carpeted floors to the wood floor of the hallway, I noticed the clicking of my heels. This was a sound that as a man always turned my head. Now I was the one making the mating call with my heels. I held tightly to the railing as I descended the stairs, smiling nervously as I spotted Sam, I paused at the bottom stair. 

He rushed to me, picking me up easily, pulling me close he kissed me. Surprisingly I returned the kiss, though still amazed at how easily he lifted me. Still hugging me he let me down. "Well Katrina, if I may say you look a bit slutty. But I will say I like it, I guess one should be careful what one wishes for, don't you think Trina?" 

I felt his hand on my ass now as he urged me to the door. "Don't forget your purse honey." He reminded me, before escorting me to the car. Sam opened the car door for me, I hesitated, for a moment unsure how to sit down. I turned to sit on the seat first, then eased each leg into the car. Success, I smiled to myself, then felt the warm sun drenched leather on my exposed back and thighs. 

We made small talk on the way, Sam reminding me of all the things he had planned for me, though he added, I may have a good idea of what some are. Good idea, heck those were my ideas. Oh my God, I thought, almost hyperventilating, these where my ideas. He knew, it had to be my wife now in my body, yet she knew my plans. I crossed my legs tightly knowing what some of those plans entailed.

"Wow, how romantic honey." I whispered as we stopped at the valet. The hotel was where we had spent our wedding night. The restaurant was someplace Katrina had always wanted to go. The valet opened my door and helped me out. 

"Your purse miss." The valet said, as I looked confused at him. "You left your purse on the seat."

Smiling at him, I leaned forward from my waist as Sam walked around the front of the car, I heard him laugh. I stood back up, and then he grabbed my hand pulling me close as he tipped the valet. Then we walked inside.

"I will say your ass looks lovely and I do believe the valet would agree. Next time you may want to bend at your knees." Sam smiled. "Unless Trina, you like flashing your ass to strangers. I did enjoy your little display, showing him your thronged ass. A bit slutty though, maybe it shows your true desires." 

As we walked I countered his comment. "So you like your wife looking like this? You like the idea of men gawking and wanting her? You like the idea of her flashing strangers? Your wife, looking like a slut?"

Sam grabbed my arm, pulling me into an alcove. "I would have never imagined before today how much of that is a turn on to my body." He pulled me close. I could feel his erection against me. "I want to take and fuck you right now, yet tonight will be your first time and I want it to be memorable."

I was stunned at his words. The sexual urges in my body were bursting. I wanted it too, to experience sex as a woman. He took my hand again and escorted me to the restaurant, where we were seated promptly. Dinner went on without much excitement. We made small talk along the way. There were subtle hints that my wife now was in Sam's body. Even so, I was afraid to ask him outright. The only incident is when I needed to use the restroom and entered the men's room. I smiled and without a word exited.

After desert he handed me a room key. "It's for the honeymoon suite. Go up there and get ready and I will be up in a bit." Sam urged me. 

I leaned over and kissed him, leaving without saying a word. I knew I would be having sex tonight as a woman. The thought of my orgasm earlier in the day exited me and furthered my curiosity as to what the experience would be like. 

Just before I exited the restaurant I looked back and smiled at Sam. As I did, I noticed a few other men looking in my direction. The thought of men looking at me surprised me a bit. I pushed the button for the elevator, thankful no one else was around, then the doors retracted allowing a young couple to enter. The couple was dressed casually, though I could see from the reflection he was looking at me, admiring me. Honestly it was a bit of a thrill.

The suite was lovely and had been updated since our wedding night. The curtains were pulled wide open. The view was beautiful, yet made me shutter as I read the note Sam had left on the credenza. 

"Dear Kat, 

We are in for a week of adventure. We will start mildly as tonight you are a virgin. Yet throughout the week you will be fulfilling 'your' wildest, kinkiest and sluttiest fantasies. I will push you as far as you have imagined, yet would never have done to me. 

Love, Sam

P.S. The outfit you are to wear is on the bed."

I stood, for a moment, before entering the bedroom. The moonlight glistened off Katrina's wedding dress laid delicately on the bed, along side to lingerie, stockings and heels. Only the heels were different that our wedding night, though I had urged her to were heels. 

I unclasped the halter dress from my neck, then removed the heels and thong. The curtains were still open, Sam had wanted that. The ornate detail of the dress and lingerie is something I had never noticed till now. The thong, had a button on each side allowing for me to take it off without removing the garter and stockings. The bustier was so tight and form fitting, I could hardly breath. When I did breath my breasts raised teasingly. The dress was heavier than I imagined, I struggled to button the back. Next the stockings, I laughed knowing now I should have put the stockings and heels on before the dress. Yet, I was not about to remove the dress after a long struggle to put it on. The sating stockings rolled easily onto my legs, though I fumbled with the garters. The heels went on easily, with only a buckle strap to adjust around each ankle. Finally I pulled my hair up into an up do, almost as if I knew what I was doing. 

The room was silent. I could have turned on music, yet I wanted to hear the sounds of the heels and fabric as I walked. The heels echoed on the tile as I moved. The fabric shushed. I was surprised by the delightful feelings, the feelings of being bound in the bustier, restricting my breaths, the satin dress caressing my thronged ass with each step, the stockings caressing my thighs as I walked and the moistness of the thong soaked with my juices. Walking to the window I stopped, turning and waiting for Sam to take me. The room was silent except for my breaths. 

On occasion I could hear someone in the hall. Each time my heart raced, then I calmed myself when I realized it was not Sam. As I waited, I wondered what he knew, did he know about my desire to see my wife gang banged. My breaths were short at the thought, as I was now the wife who would be gang banged. Even with that thought my pussy grew hotter. 

As if to relieve me from my fear, I heard the door open. I held my breath in anticipation, wondering if he was alone. As he walked around the corner I saw a red rose in his hand. My heart melted, I wanted to run to him, but I stood as if on display in the window. His lust for me was visible in his eyes. My arms reached for him as he came close, he then pulled me kissing me on the lips, neck and shoulder. 

"Katrina you are so beautiful, I want you." Sam whispered.

"Sam I want you to make love to me, to fuck me, like you have always imagined." Katrina whispered back. My hand had already unzipped his pants, his cock feeling the caresses of my fingers. He pushed me back against the window, his hands lifting my dress. As his hand neared my thong I felt him tug, suddenly the thong was loose, I heard the buttons hit the floor. 

"Oh my God, oh my God, I want this so bad!" I said, still surprised at Katrina's voice coming from my lips. He lifted me, sliding his hands under my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He dropped me down, "Ohhhhhhhhh" I moaned as I felt for the first time, a cock inside me. The feeling of having cock now inside my very own pussy excited me. We continued for a short time, each time he dropped me further onto his cock, stretching my tender virgin pussy. 

After sometime he set me down. He urged me to face the window. Again he lifted my dress and pulled my hips back to him, causing me to lean forward, my face and breasts on the glass. His cock was warm as it touched against my ass, he lifted me slightly as I stuck my ass and pussy back to him again. "Ohhhhh .... yessssssss!" I screamed as again he filled my pussy. Now I bucked back onto him. Sam started to unbutton my dress, soon the top fell down as he stepped away he pushed it past my hips, and then lifted me. He then set me down and again took me from behind, my chest and face pushed against the window. Unlike Katrina who was silent during sex, I moaned and screamed as he took my virginity. Deep down I knew it would turn Sam on. Finally it was too much. I knew he had pushed me to climax, my body tensed, before the climax began. I could feel him push me into the window, as he did my bustier fell from by breasts, my breasts now pushed flat against the cool window.

I was exhausted from the sex. My body was limp as he carried me to the bed. "Wow, Trina, you seem to have adapted well." He kissed me as I fell asleep. 

When I awoke, I reached over, the bed was empty. Thank God, the dream is over. As I stretched, I was still wearing the bustier, stockings and heels. I reached down, feeling nothing but my own cum soaked pussy. I realized this was no longer a dream, and that I would be fulfilling my own fantasies. I would now be fulfilling those fantasies as my wife Katrina. 

As I sat up there was a suitcase on the desk, with a note on top. 

"Trina,

I will meet me in the lobby for breakfast. As you walk across the lobby think of all the men desiring you. Maybe one will get lucky. I know that is something you have fantasized about, your wife fucking another man. Careful what you wish for honey, your wish may come true.

Sam"

I showered quick and found the outfit he had packed for me. What a prick I thought as I pulled out the short denim shorts and cropped t-shirt. Well at least this time I get to wear a bra.



Fantasy Reversal Ch. 04



I looked each way as I exited the room. Thankfully, the elevator was only about four doors down and the hall was quiet. With my bag in tow I walked to the elevator pushing the button, my reflection in full view in the polished elevator door. 

I stood there, for a few moments as if in a trance as I stared at myself, still in disbelief. Also, embarrassed a bit as I was dressed like a two-bit hooker, in the short denim shorts, cropped t-shirt that displayed my breasts as Katrina never would have. To top it off, I was left only my strappy heels. If I were a man I would love to fuck the woman before me. Though now I was the woman, men wanted to fuck and the way I was dressed I was inviting those observations.

The ding as the elevator arrived awoke me from my trance and I entered the empty elevator. The ride to the lobby went without pause, thankfully. Though, as the door opened I could hear the murmur of the crowded lobby. Before me stood a couple, the man gawking, making little effort to look away from me as he held his wife's hand. I smiled awkwardly to him as I excused myself and brushed past him.

I wanted to hide, as I stepped, my heels echoed on the marble tile, as if I needed more attention called to me. Fuck it, I thought. I stood for a moment, and composed myself, then walked confidently toward the open restaurant. Sam was already seated, his smile broad as he saw me. Then he pointed toward the door for me to look. My head turned, to find a group of young men, standing ogling me. I could feel my face fill with embarrassment.



"Good morning dear." I leaned in pecking Sam on the cheek before sitting down.

"Good morning Trina. You seemed to enjoy last night if I do say so myself. It was like you were different though, as though you really enjoyed being ..... fucked." Sam uttered. The profanity caught me off guard. "It was like you were having sex for the first time, baby." His hand slid to my thigh as he sat next to me. 

"Um, yes it was much better than I could have ever imagined." I replied, growing somewhat comfortable to Katrina's voice coming from my lips. 

Sam smiled slyly back at me, as if he understood what I was implying. The waitress came, Sam ordered a large omelet and orange juice and I ordered simply white toast, water and a bloody mary. "I need that this morning." I assured Sam as he looked at me.

We continued to make small talk until the waitress delivered our food. I watched as Sam watched her. I could tell he desired to have her, she was cute, early twenties, dressed in a short black skirt and white blouse. "You find her attractive, don't you Sam?" I asked, though the question took him as a shock. "It's OK dear. I think she is quite attractive. I guess if I were a guy.....I would find her attractive."

As we finished, Sam mentioned he had a full day planned for me. He then paid the bill and thanked the waitress. "I already checked out honey." He mentioned as we exited the restaurant. 

The looks of some men were subtle and others not so subtle. Some of the men were with their wife or girlfriend and still they glanced at me. I had always been more subtle in my glances as a man gawking at women. Then I saw Sam, looking at a couple young women. I realized as I smiled to myself for the first time the power of an attractive woman has over men. It was then I decided to enjoy this adventure.



Sam was a gentleman as he opened my car door and placed the luggage in the trunk. I was a bit intrigued as to where we were going. As Sam I had a general plan as to the week of fantasies for Katrina, but had not done much with the details. Finally we pulled up in front of the Salon and Spa, Katrina frequented. 

"But, Sam!" I cannot just walk in, I need an appointment." Then it hit me, I had an appointment. I had called four weeks ago and set one up. Well I had not called but Katrina had. 

"Oh come now Katrina, I know they are expecting you today. Enjoy your day, I will text you with the details for tonight." Sam assured me, then handed me a bag and my purse as he snickered a bit. "I think you will find it a bit of an adventure."

The receptionist greeted me as I entered. To my surprise I knew her name. "Thanks Misty." I smiled to her as she grabbed my hand and escorted me to the back, where David met me greeting me with a big hug.

"Oh dear, I have been looking forward to this since you made the appointment dear, I think you will love your new look." David chirped in a frisky voice. He made no effort to hide that he was gay. "Oh my Kat, you look so sexy today, that is so not you but I love it."

"Ummmm ... Thanks, David." That was all I could mutter in response. Though it was true, Kat rarely dressed in anything that remotely displayed her body. 

"MMMM KKKK girl! I have your agenda right here. "Hair, color, styling, eyebrows, waxing and o my god girl, piercing. Oh Kat, I never thought you would do that, you have me so excited." David continued. "Now if you would, there is a robe and slippers in the dressing room."

I went to where he had pointed, finding a cubicle to change. I returned, wearing a satin robe, which teased my breasts as I walked. David escorted me to the chair, and then washed my hair, massaging my scalp. The feeling had relaxed me. I had never been pampered like this in my life. My mind wandered as David continued with highlighting her hair. Something as Sam I had always requested of her, yet Katrina protested it would make her trampy looking. The process was longer than imagined and as I waited for the coloring to set David, plucked my eyebrows, giving them a sleek look. The pain surprised me, though David assured me this was nothing compared to waxing.

Finally David removed the foil and rinsed my hair, before blow drying my long hair. Then he turned me, my mouth fell open. Katrina had been right; the blonde highlights in contrast to her brunette hair gave her a bit of a sexy look. The new look Sam had always desired was strong contrast to Katrina's conservative traditional look. Though she knew it was Sam was looking for. 

Next was the waxing of my pussy area. The tears streamed from my cheeks as I cringed at the terrible pain. Sam had never envisioned this for Katrina, though maybe it was her way of making him pay. I did my best to keep from screaming. Thankfully that step was now over, though my skin still burned from the process.

David then walked me back to the piercing area. I noticed two small rings along with a dangly ornament sitting on the small tray. Sam had asked her in the past to pierce her bellybutton, so this was little surprise to me. Though, the others were a mystery to me. I assumed the rings were decoration for some other woman and had just been set out in preparation. 

"Good girl" David chimed in as he inserted the belly button ring. "Now, the fun ones." As he opened my robe and applied a swab of alcohol to my nipples each quickly grew erect. 

"What are you doing?" I screamed.

"It's right here on your appointment Katrina, with the note to do it even if I protest." David smiled, the alcohol cooling my now erect nipples. "Now, please hold on because this will hurt, though you may like that." David teased me.

My nipple first resisted, till the darting pain shot through my body. Tears welled in my eyes, as I bit my lip. The pain shot from my breast to every extremity of my body including my pussy. The excitement was something I had not expected. I searched my memory; I knew this was not something Sam had ever desired. I tried to pull my hand up to caress my painful breast, yet found David had strapped my arms to the chair. My eyes rolled back as my second nipple was pierced, the pain despite my reaction was a bit pleasurable. 

"There there, good girl Katrina, it looks fantastic. I would have never pictured you doing that." David smiled as he closed my robe, and then led me by the arm back to the makeup table. 

First he showed me different hairdos, giving me quick lessons on each. Finally I decided on an up do. The hair do would display my sleek lines and lovely neck and breasts. Next was the makeup, I watched every detail, wanting to learn the process. David finally turned me around so I could see myself. The makeup was unlike what Katrina had ever worn; the eyeliner was dark yet displayed my eyes blue color. Most noticeable difference was the bright red lipstick which matched my now long red fake finger nails and toe nails. 

"You look fuckable girl, my god Katrina, it is just as you requested." David assured me then escorted me to the changing room. 



My phone was blinking with a message. 

"Trina,

Tonight is my fantasy number two. We will role play. Get dressed my sweet slut.

Sam"

I had been hoping for more information. As Sam I had some ideas of role playing, yet none I had been going to play this week. Though strangely the fantasy seemed close to my heart, something I desired. Wicked thoughts same to my mind, things Sam had never thought of. It then occurred to me, I would not only be playing out Sam's fantasies but Katrina's dirty fantasies.

The bag contained my clothing for the evening, the lingerie was fantastic and sexy. A red bustier with black lace trim, garters and matching thong. Black fishnet stockings. The dress was satin and strapless, red in color. The shoes were a deep red also, with ankle straps and 4 1/2" heels. 

David looked in, "My god girl, I so with I had a body like that to play with. Someone is very lucky tonight. Now hurry your cab is waiting. 

Finished dressing I paused to look and admire myself. The dress fit perfect though tight, my breasts bulged from the top. Wearing hoop earrings and a choker necklace, I could hardly believe I looked at my wife in the mirror. She was everything I had desired.



Still not sure where the cab was taking me a second text message interrupted the silence.

"Tonight you are Ashli, a neglected wife looking to get fucked. The driver is taking you to the Club Baton. You are to flirt and dance with whomever you like. Till a man offers you an apple martini, you will then ask him to fuck you. All you can say to him is "Fuck me." He is allowed to fuck you however and wherever he wants.

Sam"

Arriving at the club, the music blared and the line was quite long. The bouncer motioned me forward, asking if I was alone, and then let me in without paying. Looking for Sam I could not find him. I sipped a glass of wine then flirted with a younger gentleman, who offered me another glass of wine. I thanked him, hugging him as I excused myself. 

Making my way through the crowd a black man pulled me to the dance floor. Surprised, I pulled back a moment. My phone instantly buzzed with a message.

"Flirt and dance, with whoever asks."

I returned and apologized to the man, we danced a couple songs. To my surprise I had Katrina's dancing ability. As Sam I was a terrible dancer, now as her I had rhythm. His name was Rock, or at least he claimed. From our close dancing I was sure he was a rock. Then he disappeared. The flirting and dancing continued with a few more men, each pushing me further. Another man, name Cal asked me to his table. I sat with him and three other men, flirting and drinking. As we sat, Cal had slid his hand under the hem of my dress. I felt as though I was cheating, though this is what he had requested. 

I had to use the ladies room and excused myself. As I returned, a hand grabbed me from behind. "An apple martini for you miss?" My heart jumped, as through the noise I could not make out the voice. When I turned he moved my head forward. 

"Fuck me, please fuck me!" I whispered. 

Quickly downing the martini, he grabbed my wrist from behind, then my other, pinching each behind me. He then led me toward the restrooms again, down a dark hallway. My desire was to look and see who the man was behind me. He had to be Sam I thought, although with noise and the darkness it was difficult to tell.

"Fuck me." I requested this time louder, hoping he would. Is hands went to the hem of my dress lifting it gently.

"You are a begging slut!" he said. My dress up over my hips my ass presented for him. My pussy soaked with my juices. I could still see people in the hallway; one man had stopped to watch. The feeling of being watched excited me, a feeling I had never expected. Any embarrassment was put aside for my sexual desire.

"Please fuck me." I moaned as his cock entered me. His cock felt familiar to me, it had to be Sam I thought with some relief. The voice also was familiar, though the words were not.

"My, what a trashy married slut you are." He moaned as he drove his cock into me, I could feel his hand on my wedding ring. "Do you like cheating on your husband slut?"

I wanted to deny it, though I wanted to feel the sensation of orgasm again. "Fuck me!" I yelled, in hopes of feeling the pleasure. I was oblivious to the man taking pictures with his cell phone. I pushed back it was too much, as he gripped my hips, and soon I felt the hot rush of cum fill me. He retracted as I pulled my dress down and turned to see Sam. As I turned all I saw was the crowd at the end of the hall, the crowd who had just watched me get fucked. Embarrassment overcame me as I put my head down. My phone buzzed.

"Good girl Trina. Now come home."



The cab ride flew by. I reasoned the familiar cock had to have been Sam's. After all he was the only man I had been with since high school. 

I walked up the silent sidewalk to the house, upon opening the door. I spotted Sam standing waiting for me, his cock erect. Walking to him I kneeled, my lips parted, to my surprise I did not smell myself on his cock. He must have washed up before I arrived.

As I bobbed up and down on his cock he asked, "So did my slutty wife have fun tonight." I had had fun but I could not tell him. As he grew close I pulled him deep into my mouth, and then suddenly as his cock pulsed, he pulled back. The stream, hit my cheek first then my forehead. I wanted to look away yet the desire kept me in place as he pumped more cum onto my face.

I remained kneeling on the floor, thinking that I knew that had not been a fantasy of Sam. Then I realized as I felt my newly pierced tender nipples strain while bound in the bustier, I was also going to live out Katrina's deep dark dirty fantasies. Vivid visions raced in my mind as my pussy filled with my own juices. My desire for sex grew as I licked the cum from my lips.



Fantasy Reversal Ch. 05



Thankfully I had taken the week off work, or at Katrina had prearranged my week off prior to the switch. Though as the week had progressed I was less sure that Katrina was in my former body of Sam. None the less ass the week progressed I was growing increasingly comfortable as Katrina, and in most cases looking forward to Sam's fantasies for me.

Tonight it was dinner at home, where I had cooked up spaghetti. I still found myself amazed at how much Katrina's memories I recalled each day. Most surprised me, such as that she had sleepy with three men including Sam in her life, that is unless the man at the club was someone other than Sam, and that would make it four. She had also had a lesbian relationship with a Sorority sister in college, that lasted on and off for three years. The thought of that excited me a bit. 

"Sam dinner is ready." I yelled out to the living room, Katrina's voice now coming naturally from my lips. Well this was more than a dream I now realized, I may as well make the most of it. 

The small talk continued through dinner. "Katrina, I am so surprised how well you are taking this week. I would have expected more protest from you." Sam remarked.

"Well I guess I am just fulfilling my end of the bargain. Though some of the things you have done to me were more than I had imagined." Katrina countered. "A bit different than what I had expected. It will be interesting to see what you have planned for the remainder of the fantasies."

Sam smiled slyly. "Oh Trina, I am certain you will know what some of them are, though there are a couple that will fulfill your dirtiest desires."

I blushed a bit at his words, and then eased from the table to clear the dishes while finishing my wine. 

"I selected an outfit for you tonight. I laid it out on the bed. I know you will like this fantasy, though I may take it further than you expect." Sam said. I could hardly wait to see what he selected and anticipated what the fantasy for tonight was.

Finishing the dishes quickly I raced to the bedroom, finding a shimmering dark purple sequined dress laid carefully on the bed along with stockings, panties, strapless bustier and heels. It was exactly how if I were still Sam I would have dressed Katrina. Along side sat a small bag, I did not have to look inside, I knew what was in there and what this night held for me.

Tonight I would strip in an amateur contest. The outfit was a sexy secretary. An outfit Sam had purchased last Halloween for Katrina. I could hardly believe my body's excitement as I dress in the sequined dress. The dress had a satin lining and caressed my body as I moved, when I sat the tops of my black stockings was exposed unless I sat just right. 

How could I be excited for this, stripping in front of men? How could I like this, being trapped as Katrina, and living out the fantasies and then some that I had planned for her? I sat at the dressing table pondering the entire situation.

"Honey, we need to get going." Sam yelled up the stairs.

"Yes, I am coming." With that I pranced, unable to contain my excitement. My heels echoing as I walked on the hardwood floor. 

Almost forgetting the bag I turned around to grab the bag. Sam was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, his arm open. He pulled me close, his own excitement hard to hide as his stiff cock pushed into my tummy.

"Well, well, it appears you are quite pleased with whatever it is you have planned for me this evening." I teased Sam. He kissed my lips, hugging me, and then took my hand leading me to the car. He opened my door and helped me sit down. 

We pulled up beside Diamonds Gentlemen's Club. It was not the club I had expected, as I was expecting a club on the other side of town. "Are you sure this is where you want to take me. I mean it is so close to where we work and live. Maybe Lucky's on the other side of town would be a better choice. Don't you think?" I asked nervously.

"Oh Trina, you are much too good for that shit hole Lucky's, besides this adds to the excitement for both of us." Sam countered confidently. 

I held his arm as we entered the club. Cover charge was comped as Sam explained I would be entering the contest this evening. The manager explained there were three others entered so far, though there may be more. I was to be ready by 11pm to dance and that the dressing room would be available at 10pm. 

"Don't be nervous sexy, you have a good look." The manager commented as my body quivered a bit at his tone. "Lucky guy you are." He then told Sam and patted him on the back.

It occurred to me. Tonight I was merely a piece of meat for these men. Including Sam, who parade me around the club as though I was some sort of trophy he was putting on display for all men to see. We settled on a table not to close to the stage. Shortly I realized there was the only female in the club who was not either a cocktail waitress or dancer. Watching the dancers it was obvious some enjoyed what they were doing and others simply went through the motions. Though, the men on the other hand were very attentive to the dancers, responding to the dancers and flirting with the waitresses. 

Then it occurred to me. The girls were in control. The dancers held the men's attention with little effort. My hand drifted to Sam's groin, it was no surprise how hard he was. 

"If you want a dance, that's fine dear." Then I smiled slyly. "If you like you could buy me a dance."

It was no wonder, the next dancer who walked by Sam stopped. Her name was Summer and she wore a spandex dress, 5" heels and thong. Her light brunette hair pulled up. The dress did little to hide her purchased cleavage. Soon she was dancing in front of me, then moved to my chair straddling me she dropped her top. "Girls can touch." She whispered. I obliged her touching her fake breasts, a bit jealous as my own were so small at only a b-size. I soaked up the moment, enjoying the female touch and body. As the song ended, she pulled her dress back up and picked Sam's money off the table.

"Did you like that Trina?" Sam asked.

'My hand drifted to his cock, my lips to his cheek kissing him tenderly. "I did like it. It has been so long since I have felt a woman's touch like that. Though as much as I enjoyed it, I think you enjoyed it more" I squeezed Sam's cock inside his pants. "Tell me Sam, do you like the idea of your wife dancing here. Dancing for other men, knowing they are fucking your wife in their minds."

As I looked down at my watch is was already 9:30pm. "Ooo, I am late. Save this for later baby." I smiled kissing his lips and squeezing his cock one last time.

The dressing room was crowded, thankfully only for other girls were in the contest. One was a regular having won the contest a few times the other two, like me, were here for the first time. Put up to dancing by there boyfriends. I had drawn number three, as the first girl went out I wished her luck. The crowd gave her a tepid response as her song concluded. 

Next to go was the Candi, or so she claimed that was her name. The crowd definitely enjoyed her much more than the first dancer. As she came back, her clothing in one had, she carried at least thirty dollars in tips in the other.

"Please welcome a virgin to the stage, TRINA!" The dj called out over the speaker system. Then the music started, "Man I feel like a woman" by Shania Twain. I smiled nervously giving Sam an evil look from afar. He appeared to enjoy his little joke. Though I have seen the video and it is quite sexy. 

It was difficult to see beyond the first row, as the lights were bright. My outfit consisted of a mock collar with a tie, black jacket, micro mini skirt, black bra, thong, stockings and 4" heels which buckled at my ankle. My new belly button decoration was easy to spot under the short jacket.

I was a bit amazed how easy the dancing came. Katrina had always been a good dancer. Moving around the stage, the men followed me with their eyes. Every move I made caught their attention. It was odd as only a few weeks ago, I had sat in the crowd as a man, thinking about the dancer and desires for her. Now I was on stage as a woman. I was in control of these poor souls. I could sense the crowd becoming restless, and then spotted a man holding out a dollar. I danced to him then kneeled down pushing myself toward him, and then the button of my coat came undone. Wiggling my shoulders back I the jacket slowly exposed my breasts. A man to my left pushed a dollar into the hem of my skirt. Next I felt a hand on my thigh inching under my skirt. I quickly move back, stood up and continued dancing. 

The song was half over by now. I bent down at my waist, giving those behind me a good view of my thronged ass under the tiny skirt. Then continuing to dance, I reached behind me unzipping the skirt. Pushing the skirt over my hips to the floor, and then kicked it to the side. My confidence was growing that I could pull this off. 

I spotted Sam in the distance, talking to another dancer. My jealousy for the seen surprised me. The song would be ending soon, I focused on a man holding a ten, bending toward him. As I did, I undid my front clasp bra. His eyes instantly widened. He pushed the money my way and I took it in my lips, and then retreated, pushing it into waistband with my hand. 

In full view, my hands went to my breasts, feeling the nipple rings on each breast. I pulled each gently, sending shear sexual desire through my body. As the song ended the men cheered kindly.

I returned with my clothing and money to the dressing room, as the last woman headed to the stage. The last girl Larissa was the best looking of the amateurs tonight. Once I finished putting my dancing clothes back on I began counting my money, when the dressing room door burst open and in came Larissa tears flowing and crying. 

"I cannot do it." She bellowed. 

The dj could be heard quieting the crowd of men then proceeded to announce the winner of the contest tonight. "Runner up tonight, winner of fifty bucks is. Making her first appearance, the sexy Trina!" The dj announced. The crowd responded with some boos. I pranced to the stage smiling from ear to ear at accomplishing the task. 

After receiving my cash I left the stage, to go sit with Sam. Just before I sat down, the manager came up to Sam and I. 

"Excuse me if you would. This is not our typical policy, but a gentleman would like a private dance with Trina. Sir, if that is alright with you?" The burly manager asked. Sam squirmed for a moment looking at me then to the manager. "If you like, while she dances I would be happy to comp you a dance." He added to sweeten the pot.

"Sure." Sam responded. "I wouldn't mind that at all."

The manager turned, and called out. "Hey, Destiny over here!" A tall Asian girl responded dressed in a white stripper outfit. "Show our guest her a good time." Without a word she began to dance for Sam as the manager led me by the arm. "There is a gentleman waiting in room 9. The fee is fifty per set of three songs. Dancing only, no sucking or fucking."

He stopped at the opening to the curtain. I had not even been asked if I would do this dance. How could this be part of the deal I wondered silently? Then I recalled if I were Sam how much this would turn me on.

Taking a deep breath I tried to calm myself, my hands were clammy from my nervousness and excitement. I parted the curtain, a man in his mid forties sat on the couch waiting. He looked to be in a bit older than me, possibly in his mid forties. What was I doing? It was one thing to play out fantasies for my husband, yet was this crossing the line, to dance for another man for money. In essence, selling my body for another mans pleasure. It made me wonder what Sam had ultimately planned for me.  

"Welcome, please come in and dance. Trina, right? If I recall from the name you used on stage, that is your name, or is there another you usually go by." He patted his hand on the small table before him. "Call me Boyd, if you would please. Now dance for me girl."

Even though his tone was condescending and I should have felt out of control, I felt confident as if I was in control. Stepping gingerly on the table, I began to sway my hips to the music. 

"You should have won tonight Trina. Though I can tell you are fresh to this, though I like your naïve nature. You are like the good girl, yearning to be a slut." He continued as I removed my jacket. "Is that what you want Trina, to discover who you really are?"

"I am just a dancer, for tonight only." I responded.

"Don't lie Trina. You like the idea of men wanting to fuck you. You like to tease them, don't you?" I watched as he talked, his lusty look taking me in, as he was a victim to his desires. "I want to fuck you."

"Th... that is not allowed Boyd." I teased, my hands swirling my hair. "Besides I am not that type of woman." Then contradicting myself as the second song was now playing I removed my bra, then eased free of my skirt, kicking it onto his face. His words had exited me and I was nearly certain he could smell it.

Moving from the table as the third song began I straddled him on the couch, grinding into his stiff cock. A cock I had made stiff, I smiled satisfied with myself. His hands eased to my hips to the edge of the waistband of my thong. His other hand on my ass caressing the edge of the thong as it disappeared between my cheeks. My breasts pushed into his chest, his shirt gently tugging as I moved up and down. 

"That's the end of our dance, Boyd." I leaned in whispering in his ear. Then turned picking up the money off the table and my clothing and left. 

On the ride home Sam commented on his surprise at my compliance to his fantasies. To which he added another as he pulled my head down to him. I knew what I was to do even before he told his stripper wife to suck his cock. I obliged him as I milked the last of his cum from his cock I as we arrived at home. 

I moved up, my lips glistening. "Fuck me Sam, I need you to fuck me." I whispered.

Sam carried me from the car, I dropped my bag as we entered the house. Still dressed in the stripper outfit, I turned on some music and began to dance for him a private lap dance. Tonight for the first time, I truly wanted to be fucked as a woman.



Fantasy Reversal Ch. 06



It was late and the sun was shining through the window. The clock on the stand showed it was just before 11am. My hands wandered, to confirm I was still Katrina. As I did I recalled the night of dancing, well actually stripping and how turned on I felt. In particular, the sensation and thrill as Sam watched from afar, and then the private dance for Boyd.

As I reach over Sam is still in bed, asleep along side of me. An idea pops into my head, something I know Sam will love. I ease my head under the sheets to find his morning stiff cock. Lifting it slightly I kiss the tip softly, and then slowly devour him. Humming softly as I gently suck him, he is slowly awakening. My head is now bobbing up and down upon his stiffness. 

I feel his hands now, starting to move, and then feel his hands touch my head through the satin sheet. The taste of his cock still smells of me from the night before. He is close as I feel the first pulse soon my mouth is filled with his seed. Taking it in, I finish milking each drop from his cock. My tease is not done as I slither on top of him, my bare breasts against him as I do, my lips glistening from the sticky seed.

"Good morning honey, I just wanted to fulfill another one of your fantasies for you." I tell him as I look into his eyes, knowing my breath smells of cum. I easy my pelvis down in hopes of being satisfied, yet it is not to be.

The day continued without much said of what was to happen this evening. After I returned from jogging Sam greets me at the door giving me a hug and a kiss. "I need to shower Sam. I am so hot and sweaty right now."

"How was your run and where did you go? I am curious who all saw my hot wife in her skimpy running attire." Sam commented, as I stood sweating in a pair of tight black running shorts and red sports bra.

"Oh where I always go. The park on the river, I love those paths." I tell him, as his the look on his face instantly changes.

"You know Katrina. That is not the safest place for women to go for a walk, on their own." He tells me.

"But I run at the river park all the time, Sam." It was true I had run there many times and never feared anything. Then it occurred to me. That was before I was Katrina. I suddenly felt vulnerable as a woman, as I recalled the news articles the attacks on several women in the river park over the last year. "I am sorry Sam. I won't go jogging there unless you are with me." With that I excused myself to shower.

I pulled my hair up and wrapped a towel around me before I returned to the bedroom. Sam had not yet laid an outfit for me to wear tonight, though he had set some makeup out for me. It was not my typical flare. The make up was harsher darker eyeliner, blush and such. To go with the makeup he had set aside deep red lipstick with matching nail polish. I had learned in my short time as Katrina there were few shortcuts to beauty and now had a much better understanding as to shy women took so long to ready themselves.

Just before I had finished blow drying and brushing my hair, another tedious task, Sam returned. "Hey Trina, let me take a look." He said as I turned to face him. I did not hear his comments as I looked at what he held. In his left hand was a pair of black leather mid-thigh boots, and in his right he held a dress, a dark red, metallic fabric, skimpy little dress. "Just what you always wanted me too...." Sam stopped catching himself. "What I always wanted to see you in."

"What? You want me to wear that? I will look like a fucking slut." I responded, startled by his selection. Though I knew if I were still Sam, I would have loved to see Katrina dressed in that dress.

"Yep. You will look like that. By the way we are going clubbing tonight." Sam taunted me, knowing how much I had craved for Katrina to go out and watch her dance as others looked at her.

There was no sense in protesting any further, when he popped back in the room. "Oh honey, don't forget these." He tossed a tiny g-string on the bed.

As I pulled the miniscule g-strip up my sexy legs I wondered what he would do with me tonight. The g-string in place was barely big enough to cover my pussy lips. Thank God, I had begun shaving down there. Next was the dress. I now had a better look, there was no chance of a bra with this dress, as the neck draped open to my belly button and the back was nonexistence. The dress cascaded to cover each breast, though the slightest move would cause me to be exposed or have a wardrobe malfunction. The hem of the dress fit fairly snug and hugged my hips and ass.

Next, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled, zipped and buckled each boot. The thought occurred that this was not an outfit I had purchased for her and I wondered if this is something she had picked up on her own. The boots fit perfectly accenting my legs. As I stood on the pointed heels my ankles were thankful for the support of the boot. The heels were about 5", much higher than what I had worn prior. My feet were arched dramatically and as I walked this caused my ass to sway noticeably.

I was stunned by what I saw in the mirror. Before me was the reflection or a sexy woman. A woman dressed to be noticed and that woman was me, Katrina. Dressed like this as her husbands wish. From my past as Sam I knew what men would think when they saw me. Their heads would turn as they took a second look. With thoughts of fucking me in unimaginable ways filling there heads.

My own juices began to flow as I stood there, my mind wandering. Suddenly I was brought back as Sam came to me from behind, his hands easily sliding under the sides of my dress to find my breasts. "You will be turning heads tonight Trina." He smiled as he nuzzled my neck. "Are you ready?"

"In a minute, I want to put my earrings and bracelets on." I told him, hoping to catch my breath. "Where are we going?"

"For a walk, Trina. A walk, on the wild side." Sam chuckled. It told me tonight would take me beyond any fantasy I had for Katrina.

Before we left, Sam offered me a glass of wine and then another. It was clear he wanted me relaxed and knew the alcohol would help his efforts.

As we pulled into valet parking at Zone, a club located in the club district, the clock in the car indicated it was just after 10pm. The two glasses of wine had already made me giggly. The valet opened my door and I slowly eased from my seat, trying not to provide any free views up or under my dress. I used the car to steady myself in the steep heels before Sam walked around and I grabbed his arm. 

Thankfully there was almost no line and after Sam paid the steep cover charge we went in. The techno music was blaring, as we turned the corner to find a moderately filled club. Sam grabbed my hand, taking my wedding ring from me. My heart jumped, thinking he wanted me to pick up a guy. The club was filled with willing men as I looked around. Dressed as I was the men did not even try to pretend they were not gawking at me.

We found a table near the dance floor. Before I could sit Sam ordered me to fetch us drinks. Purchasing a sparkling water for him an apple martini for myself. As I walked to the bar I could feel the males' eyes peering at me and strangely found this a turn on. At the bar I eased between a couple young guys, both attractive. As I waited for the drinks we flirted as Sam watched. 

Returning to Sam he was chatting with a woman. I wanted to be mad but how could I be. "Here you go honey." I told him as I set the drinks onto the table. I leaned in kissing him passionately as to show he was mine. When I pulled away the girl was gone.

"Drink it you are going to need it." Sam glared at me. "Now, drink it now."

Nervously I followed his order. The martini was sweet and went down easily.

"Now you are going to go out to the dance floor and dance with whoever chooses to dance with you. They can touch you are not to tell them no or stop. Now go Trina, remember this is what you wanted." Sam ordered.

I looked back to Sam as I made my way to the dance floor. Doing my best to dance to the techno music it was not long until a man came up to dance. He pulled me close, his pelvis thrusting against me, his hands touching my bare back, and then sliding under the edge of my top to my breast. As I looked back to Sam he was watching as he talked with a couple. 

Soon the woman, dressed similar to me was walking to me. She bumped her way to dance with me. Her touch was cool and confident. Soon the loud music disappeared as my focus was on her. Our bodies touched, her leg nudged between mine as she ground her thigh into my pussy.

We were being watched but I did not care. Even though I was now a woman, at least for this week, I loved the look and touch of a sexy attractive woman. The music ended and she leaned in, kissing my lips, her tongue brushing my lips. "Your hot baby, have fun tonight." She said as she turned to dance with a man.

Sam signaled for me to return. Tired from the dancing I was relieved. On the table sat a martini for me. 

"Here drink up and let's go." Sam smiled his hand around my backside landing on my ass.

I took a sip. The martini was mixed strong, very strong. "You want me drunk for what you have planned for me tonight, don't you?"

"Trust me baby, I have delved deep into my mind to come up with this game. I know you will love it." He continued as I set my drink down. 

Holding onto his arm, I was aware my words were a bit slurred now. I was obviously tipsy and turned on. As we left we took a few steps, and then I stopped pulling him close, kissing him deeply. We continued for a few minutes even as people walked by, the women sneering a bit, the men envious wishing they were with me.

"How about that club, it will be a change of pace, for both of us." Sam motioned down and across the street to a club called simply "G". 

"Sure honey, I am simply a game piece in your fantasy game." I slurred as he led me to the bar and pulled out a barstool for me. "Mmmm, how sweet it is to be a woman. I could get used to this." 

Sam sat beside me, and without asking ordered drinks, a beer for himself and yet another Martini for me. I looked across the bar. Most the bar goers were with someone, except for an attractive Asian woman across from me. I had always had an attraction to Asian women, I did not know why. Maybe it was their dark hair or their sweet complexion. Nonetheless even though I was now Katrina, I still found the woman desirable.

"You find her attractive, don't you Trina." Sam reminded me as I sipped my martini.

"Yes, of course who wouldn't? She has lovely eyes, and hair. She is fucking hot." I countered trying my best to not slur my words.

Sam then called the bartender over and ordered the woman a drink. As her drink arrived he pointed to me. I should have turned in embarrassment but smiled back. Soon she began to walk over. She was fairly tall in her heels. She was at least a couple inches taller than me. She was fit, her muscle tone noticeable. Her face was delicate, with her plush lips and dark mascara. She swayed softly and confidently as she walked. Wearing a tight strapless black dress, her figure was clearly on display. 

"Hi, thanks for the cocktail. I am Amy." She said holding her arm out and sitting in the open stool next to me. As she sat her dress hiked up revealing more of her toned legs. Her profile was stunning, her breast were fairly substantial. 

"You are welcome. This is Sam and I am Katrina. You can call me Trina if you like. Thanks for coming over." I responded hoping to be polite.

Sam Leaned forward. "It's a pleasure to meet you Amy, you are a lovely girl." He spoke, emphasizing the word girl. "Hey if you like, you two should dance, get to know each other a bit. See Amy. Trina wants to explore things she has not before. That is why we are here."

"Oh honey. I absolutely understand. Let's dance Trina, I am lucky to land a girl as hot as you." Amy responded taking my hand and leading me out to dance. 

The dancing quickly became quite dirty, with my inhibitions eased from the martinis. A couple times I looked to Sam, who was laughing and chatting with the bartender. Amy and I danced close, our bodies touching. Her hands were often exploring my body. At one point she lifted her leg between my and with her hands on my hips pulled me close. We returned hand in hand to the bar as Sam watched us. 

"You to girls seem to be having fun." Again he was emphasizing the word girl. This time I elbowed him thinking he was talking of me. "I was wondering if you would like to continue this back at our place Amy, if you would be so gracious as to join us. Maybe you could take Trina for a walk on the wild side."

"Sure if it is good with Trina. What do you say baby." Amy said, and then leaned in kissing me, her tongue between my lips. I stood frozen as her hands explored my available body.

"I think that's a yes." With that he finished paying the bill.

As we exited, Amy had her hand around me holding me close. We walked back to the valet to fetch the car. While waiting we kissed some more as she whispered in my ear. I was so turned on, yet wished I was a guy so I could fuck her. On the other hand I was about to have my first lesbian experience.

The valet held the back door open. "Hey why don't you two ride in the back?" 

I watched as Amy sat in the car, her legs were quite sexy and then she held her hand out to me inviting me to join her. We began almost instantly making out. I felt like a schoolgirl making out for the first time in the back seat. As I looked up, Sam had adjusted the mirror to watch the show.

Amy's hands wondered my body, my breasts, my ass and even my pussy. I did the same to her body, though she stopped me as my hands wandered between her legs. "Not yet sweetie. Lets save that for later." My hands returned to her round breasts, which were clearly surgically enhanced, as if I cared. Amy was hot.

I was so into making out I did not even realize the car had stopped, and Sam had opened the door. "Maybe you girls would like to come inside."

I led Amy by the hand into the house. We kissed a few minutes in the living room as Sam looked on. He stepped close and Amy's hand went to him slowly descending his body. Upon finding his stiff cock she whispered. "I think Sam likes what he sees. Do you want to take a walk on the wild side Trina, do you want to be my bitch."

"Yes!" I tried to whisper, yet nearly screamed.

"Then take me to your bedroom, where I will fuck you like you have never imagined. "I am sure your husband would love to see this." Amy demanded. 

As I walked up the stairs I held Amy's hand behind me. My excitement was clear. Soon I would be fucking another woman in my bed as my spouse watched in approval. The kissing continued, her hands under my dress finding my pierced nipples. As she twisted I moaned, my pussy filling with juices. She then undid my dress. The fabric fell easily from my body as I stood before her in only my heels and thongs. I pressed against her still clothed body.

Amy led me to the bed, laying me down. I looked to her, desire in my eyes as Sam sat at the dressing table looking on. She pulled my thong from me. Then she unzipped her dress. Her body was amazing as I wanted her now. Next her bra, her breasts were large yet sexily firm. She looked to Sam, then back to me as she shimmied from her panties. My eyes grew wide as I could not believe what I was seeing. 

"Oh my God." I sat up and looked to Sam.

"Welcome to the wild side Trina." Sam said before I could say a word. He must have known she was a transsexual woman. Her body was so feminine except for one distinct male feature. 

Amy then eased into the bed along side of me as we exchanged kisses. She whispered to me. "I will take you and Sam for a walk on the wild side Trina. A nice slow slutty walk. First I want you on your hands and knees, facing your husband, so you can watch him as he watches us. Then I am going to stroke your body and prepare you to be fucked like a man." 

She eased from me allowing me to adjust my position. As I looked to Sam, he had now undressed his cock stiff. Amy's hands returned to me stroking my pussy, her finger dipping deep and retracting all the way to my ass. Each time Amy applied more pressure to my ass. 

I bit my lip to hide my moans as her finger fucked my ass another finger pushed into my pussy. It was hard to hide my elation for the sensation. 

"I think you're ready Trina." Amy whispered.

She crawled behind me on the bed, her hands steadying my hips as I could feel her cock against my ass. Slowly nudging forward, causing me to gasp. As I relaxed she pushed in again, just a bit further. The feeling like nothing I had ever known. I looked to Sam, who was now stroking his cock. He must have mistaken this as he walked to me, his cocking hand, stopping inches from my face. Now distracted, I groaned as Amy pushed further into me.

As I tried to relax, she pulled out a bit, and then returned, she was now pumping her cock in and out of my ass. 

"Oh fuck me Amy. Fuck my slutty ass." I pleaded.

We continued, for some time, she was gentle yet pleasuring. Her hand found my pussy as she fingered my pussy she fucked my ass. My moans a clear indication I was about to come, Amy's pace and thrusting picked up. The feeling was unbelievable as my cries clearly indicated. My cries turned to pleasurable screams as I climaxed as I felt Amy fill my ass with her seed.

My mouth agape, I nearly gagged as Sam grabbed my head and shoved his cock into my open mouth. Almost instantly he spilled his seed in my mouth. I thought I was done. The walk on the wild side was stunning. Yet, Amy was still playing and Sam was still hard.

"Stay still Trina." Amy whispered as she played with me, Sam pulled out of my mouth. I could see in the mirror as he stood beside her she leaned forward tasting his cock. She pulled out of my ass, which now felt empty and craving more.

Sam was now behind me, first his cock filled my pussy and then he pulled out and began fucking my ass. My emptiness was filled, but not fully as Amy slid under me, I kissed her cock. She kept moving down her moist cock touching me all of the way. I felt her push up, her cock finding my pussy and filling me as Sam fucked my ass. 

My orgasm rolled over me, as desire controlled me as my lovers fucked me. My breasts were touching Amy's. Sending a caressing sweetness throughout my body. Sam came in my ass and pulled out, leaving me with just Amy now. I moved up straddling her, as she reached up and fondled my breasts. I had another orgasm as Amy's cock pulsed inside of me.

Exhausted, drunk and euphoric I laid on the bed drifting off.

The moaning in the living room awoke me. Amy and Sam were obviously no longer in the room. I ventured out to take a look, expecting to find Sam fucking Amy. A chair had been positioned near the bottom of the steps, which Sam was now bent over. His cock was stiff and erect. I could see Amy's hands on his hips as she fucked his ass. He was moaning pleasurably. I could not believe my eyes as both came simultaneously, Sam's cock spurting cum to the chair and floor. 

Little did I know I had only taken a few steps on my walk on the wild side?



Fantasy Reversal Ch. 07



As this was to be my final day and night as Katrina I awoke early. Sam was still in bed as I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and dressed in my running shorts and sports bra, I stopped a moment to admire how I looked. My hands roving my own girlish body, gently feeling my curves. Finding, to my surprise I had enjoyed so much. As I admired Katrina's wonderful body, I was assured at how sexy her body is though I do not believe she ever realized how perfect she was.

During the jog, my mind wandered with thoughts about the week I had spent in my wife's body and the things I had done as a woman. For, some reason today I was acutely aware of my surroundings as I jogged and the heads I turned. Smiling to myself every time I looked back to spot a man gawking at me. It was if it was a game to me. A game in which I had concluded it was much more enjoyable to be the woman turning men's heads then it was to be the man ogling the women.

As the run continued my desires grew as I recalled what I had accomplished this week. I had so willingly participated I thought to myself, as I whispered to myself. "What a slut, I am." As I smiled broadly, feeling as though I had accomplished something.

That had to be a result of my influence over Katrina, as she would have never so willingly gave herself to the things I had done in this body. Maybe I was willing as I assumed it was for only a week. It was a chance to experience sex as a female. A secret craving which many men had. Yet, even though I had experienced so much I wanted more. To experience even more taboo things. Taboo things such as being an escort, picking up a strange man and having him pay me for sex. Or maybe, a man forcing himself onto me to suck his cock, pushing me to my knees, my fears on edge as he takes my unwilling body. Even, the idea of a man with a large cock filling my body so full he was almost splitting me. Things so dirty, like me lying on my back in the center of a circle jerk as a multitude of men cover me with their seed.

I chuckled a bit to myself as I waited to cross the street, as my thoughts and desires where dirtier as a woman than the thoughts I had as a man. Now close to home, I realized I was going to miss being Katrina. 

Opening the door, I had hoped to find Sam waiting to take me, telling me to suck him and part my legs. My body craved sexual stimulation and I wanted to experience as much as I could before I returned to being Sam again.

Instead the house was silent. I called out for Sam but there was no response. Retreating to the bedroom, there was a simple sundress with a basic bra and panty set and sandals. Under the dress was a note. Not so much as a note as a too do list.

Trina's things too do:

-Appointment at salon at 11:30am, hair cut and color, waxing eyebrows and???
-Shopping for intimate outfits, toys, lingerie and???
-Dress as a maid and clean the house. Including French Maid outfit you will buy, must be sexy.
-Bath and prepare for final fantasy.

I laughed a bit understanding the list. Some of the items I was sure the only reason I was doing was to avoid the pain and embarrassment of her having to do. Such as waxing and shopping for the slutty things. As I showered I was unable to quell my bodies growing desire for sex. My hands wandered, as one settled on my breast as the other slid into my pussy as the warm water from the shower caressed me. Soon I was moaning, my mind fantasizing of me not as a man taking a woman, but as Katrina being taken by a stranger. Soon my body shuddered, as I moaned in unison with my climax.

"Oh God, I am going to miss that." I whispered to myself.

I had hoped to take more time to enjoy dressing, yet I was going to be late to the salon if I did not hurry. I dressed quickly, avoiding doing my hair and nails as that would be taken care of later. The light cotton sundress fit loosely, it was not until I was walking into the salon that I realized the light fabric allowed enough sun shine to silhouette my body. 

First my hair was cut and colored back to more of Katrina's natural color, yet still had a few blonde highlights. Next was the waxing, as if having my eyebrows waxed was not painful enough, I soon found out my dear wife had scheduled a full bikini wax. Tears filled my eyes as I screamed with each pull. I have never felt anything so painful in my life before. I pulled my robe closed, hugging myself in an effort to ease the burning pain.

Before I could reach a comfort zone I was whisked off to have my makeup applied, to my surprise it was a bit sultry, with nail polish, darker tones, eyeliner which accentuated my eyes and dark lipstick. Upon completion my stylist arrived with an outfit for me, a pair of tight faded jeans and tight t-shirt, which looked way to small. 

Soon I was dressing. First, sliding the satin thong up each leg, enjoying the moment, next was a quarter bra, designed to display my breasts. After I pulled the t-shirt with the slogan "salope à baiser" over my head, not realizing what the word's said. I then started to pull the tight jeans up. I wiggled and shimmied for about ten minutes, before finally laying on my back and shimmying my body into the jeans, Finally I put on the sandals with buckled on each ankle and fuck me type heels.

As I turned I was greeted by an image so unlike Katrina. Before me stood a woman of desire, a woman looking to be taken. Dressed, knowing that she would be looked at. The thoughts made me desire sex even more, as I stepped, the skin tight jeans pushed my satin thong to my pussy, caressing me. "Oh, my God!" I moaned as I tried to gain my composure. 

Thankfully the salon was in the mall. As I looked at my watch it was already after 5pm. First I stopped at Vicki's Secret to make a few purchases, including thongs, bras, garters, stockings, corsets and a few busters'. How could I not? Even though I had time to only try on a few items I considered my shopping a success. I walked out shortly after with my bags in tow, stopping for a quick coffee.

"Oh I will get the young ladies." A man said from behind me. As I turned, I realized he had been watching me since I left the salon. Though earlier I had thought little of it as plenty of men had been admiring me. Before I could say a word he picked up my coffee along with his own and led me to a table in the back corner. As I followed him I admired his ass, his deep voice was a turn on also.

"I am Howard, by the way, and if I may thank you for providing such a delightful view today." He smiled, his gruff low voice sending chills down my spine. 

"Call me Trina, and thank you for the coffee." I told him, as we made some small talk for a few moments, before I excused myself to use the ladies room. I had thought he stood up to be a gentleman and excuse me, but then I noticed he was following me. Now in the restroom, I reached to lock the door, the door opened and Howard stepped in, locking the door behind him. I should have screamed or told him to stop, yet the honest truth is I wanted to feel this vulnerable feeling. 

"You want this don't you Katrina, otherwise why would you strut around like a slut to fuck." As he spoke he unzipped his pants, his large cock now out, pointing to me. My sexual desires where too much for me to put up much resistance.

"Please no." I whispered softly in an effort to resist. Before I knew it I was on my knees looking up to him, his cock less than an inch from my face. My breathing was rapid, with each my breasts pushed into his legs.

"Please, please, please." I said a bit loudly, the words sounding as if I did not lust for him to take me. I looked, hoping he would leave. As I did, he thrust forward into my face, his cock penetrating my lips. The salty taste providing a hint of what was to come, as he grabbed my hair pulling my face onto his cock. I tried to squirm away, as I did he easily held me, my petite figure, were no challenge for his strength. As he did I rocked back and forth, my satin panties caressing my freshly waxed lips.

"Oh fuck me!" I let out a muffled moan, knowing there was no way I could resist my desire to be fucked, yet again as Katrina.



Fantasy Reversal Ch. 08



As this was to be my final day and night as Katrina I awoke early. Sam was still in bed as I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and dressed in my running shorts and sports bra, I stopped a moment to admire how I looked. My hands, gently feeling my curves concealed in my very tight attire. I found much to my surprise I had enjoyed so much my experience as Katrina. Much more than I would have ever conceived. As I continued to admire Katrina's wonderful body, I was self assured as to how sexy her body is, though I do not believe she has ever realized how perfect she is or her full potential as a woman.

During the jog, my mind wandered with thoughts about the week I had spent in my wife's body and the things I had done, or better yet been done to me, as a woman. For, some reason today I was acutely aware of my surroundings as I jogged and the heads of men and some women I turned. Smiling to myself every time I looked back to spot a someone gawking at me. It was if it was a game to me. A game in which I had concluded it was much more enjoyable to be the woman turning a mans heads then it was to be the man ogling the women.

As the run continued my desires grew as I recalled what I had accomplished this week. I had so willingly participated I thought to myself, as I whispered to myself. "What a slut, I am." As I smiled broadly, feeling as though I had accomplished something.

That had to be a result of my influence over Katrina, as she would have never so willingly gave herself to the things I had done in this body. Maybe I was so willing to act so slutty and whorish as I assumed my time in my wife's body was for only for the week or our fantasies. I was not about to deny my opportunities chance to experience sex as a female. A secret craving which I had concealed my entire life and shared with many men. Yet, even though I had experienced so much I wanted more. To experience even more taboo things. Taboo things such as being an escort, picking up a strange man and having him pay me for sex. Or maybe, a man forcing himself onto me to suck his cock, pushing me to my knees, my fears on edge as he takes my unwilling body. Even, the idea of a man with a large cock filling my body so full he was almost splitting me. Things so dirty, like me lying on my back in the center of a circle jerk as a multitude of men cover me with their seed.

I giggled a bit to myself as I waited to cross the street, as my thoughts and desires where dirtier as a woman than the thoughts I had as a man. Maybe that was because as a woman those thoughts were closer to becoming a reality than if I were still a man. As I approached my home, I realized I was going to miss being Katrina. 

Opening the door, I had hoped to find Sam waiting to take me, telling me to suck him and part my legs, or maybe he would bend me over the couch and fuck me from behind, as he thrust he would call me names. It was difficult to understand just how much my female body craved sexual stimulation and I wanted to experience as much as I could before I returned to being Sam again.

Instead the house was silent, filling my soul with disappointment. Though the sensual desire only grew. I called out for Sam hoping he would respond but there was no response. Retreating to the bedroom, there was a simple sundress with a basic bra and panty set and sandals. Under the dress was a note. Not so much as a note as a too do list.

Trina's things too do:

-Appointment at salon at 11:30am, hair cut and color, waxing eyebrows and???

-Shopping for intimate outfits, toys, lingerie and???

-Dress as a maid and clean the house. Including French Maid outfit you will buy, must be sexy.

-Bath and prepare for one last bonus fantasy.

I laughed a bit understanding the list. Some of the items listed made me quite sure were on the list for the sole reason was so Katrina herself would avoid avoid the pain and embarrassment of her having to do these things herself. Such as waxing and shopping for the slutty things. As I showered I was unable to quell my bodies growing desire for sex. My hands wandered, as one settled on my breast as the other slid into my pussy as the warm water from the shower caressed me. Soon I was moaning, my mind fantasizing of me not as a man taking a woman, but as Katrina being taken by a stranger. Soon my body shuddered, as I moaned in unison with my climax.

"Oh God, I am going to miss that." I whispered to myself.



I had hoped to take more time to enjoy dressing, yet I was going to be late to the salon if I did not hurry. I dressed quickly, avoiding doing my hair and nails as that would be taken care of later. The light cotton sundress fit loosely, it was not until I was walking into the salon that I realized the light fabric allowed enough sun shine to silhouette my body. 

My first stop at the salon was to cut, style and color my hair closer to Katrina's natural color, yet still I did insist on a more than a few blonde highlights. Next was the waxing, as if having my eyebrows waxed was not painful enough, I soon found out my dear wife had scheduled a full bikini wax. Tears filled my eyes as I screamed with each pull. I have never felt anything so painful in my life before. I pulled my robe closed, hugging myself in an effort to ease the burning pain. At the moment I was quite upset with what she had put me through, though my mind I settled as I reminded myself this is what women go through to look attractive for their lovers.

Before I could reach a comfort zone I was whisked off to have my makeup applied, to my surprise it was a bit sultry, with nail polish, darker tones, eyeliner which accentuated my eyes and deep red lipstick. Upon completion my stylist arrived with an outfit for me, a pair of tight faded jeans and tight t-shirt, which looked way to small. She had a sly smirk on her face as she escorted me to another private room to dress.. 

The door closed behind me as I held the slutty outfit in my right hand. Everything looked so small as if for a little girl. I reached into the designer bag retrieving a satin thong, sliding the thong up slowly up each leg as I enjoyed the satin caresses. Next was a bra as I have never seen, I suppose it was a quarter bra, designed to display my breasts, which this bra did quite effectively. After I pulled the t-shirt with the slogan "salope à baiser" over my head, not realizing what the word's said. The t-shirt hugged my body, even if I pulled it down my belly button was still exposed. I then started to pull the tight jeggings, which looked like jeans but fit to my contours much like leggings. Even so I still had to wiggle and shimmy by body for about ten minutes, before finally laying on my back and shimmying my body into the jeans, Finally I put on the sandals with buckled on each ankle and fuck me type heels.

As I turned I was greeted by an image so unlike Katrina. Before me stood a woman of desire, a woman looking to be taken. Dressed, as a display knowing that she would be looked at. The thoughts made me desire sex even more, as I stepped, the skin tight jeans pushed my satin thong to my pussy, caressing my cleanly waxed lips. "Oh my God!" I moaned as I tried to gain my composure. 

Thankfully the salon was just across the lot from the mall. As I looked at my watch it was already after 5pm. First I stopped at Vicki's Secret to make a few purchases, including thongs, bras, garters, stockings, corsets and a few bustiers. How could I not, I thought to myself looking forward to seeing Katrina back in her body wearing the bustier. Even though I had time to only try on a few items I considered my shopping a success. I walked out shortly after with my bags in tow, stopping for a quick coffee as I had decided to treat myself..

"Oh I will get the young ladies." A man said from behind me. As I turned, I recognized him as I had bumped into him outside of the salon. Though earlier I had thought little of it as plenty of men had been admiring me though out the day. Before I could say a word he picked up my coffee along with his own and led me to a table in the back corner. As I followed him I admired his ass, his deep voice was a turn on also. I shouldn't have allowed myself to join him as I was married, yet it was only for a flirty chat I convinced myself.

"I am Howard, by the way, and if I may thank you for providing such a delightful view today." He smiled, his gruff low voice sending chills down my spine. 

"Call me Trina, and thank you for the coffee." I smiled in response. "Oh and thank you for the comment, you are too sweet." We continued to flirt and make small talk for a nearly an hour, before I excused myself to use the ladies room. I had thought he stood up to be a gentleman and excuse me, but then I noticed he was following me. Now in the restroom, I reached to lock the door, the door opened and Howard stepped in, locking the door behind him. I should have screamed or told him to stop, yet the honest truth is I wanted to feel this vulnerable feeling. 

"You want this don't you Katrina, otherwise why would you strut around like some bitch slut to fuck." As he spoke he unzipped his pants, his large cock now out, pointing to me. My sexual desires where too much for me to put up resistance, as before I knew it I was on my knees, his cock deep into my throat, secretly hoping he would fuck me.

His fingers entangled in my hair as he forced my lips to bob to and fro onto his cock. Within moments, he he gripped my head firmly, forcing me deep onto his cock. His cock filling my throat I was unable to breath. It seamed an eternity, and then I felt his cock throb, he moaned, as his sexual warmness filled my throat. I was unable to swallow for a moment. He retracted enough to allow me a deep breath, my chest heaved touching his pants. I tried to look up to him, as I slowly pulled back. Without a word or a look, he sipped his pants turned and left. Leaving me alone.

As I stood my knees were shaky and my legs wobbled as I steadied myself as I gazed into the mirror, my legs were wobbly in my tall heels. I looked into the mirror and almost naturally reached into my purse to touch up my makeup, returning my face to the look given me at the salon. Pausing for a few moments I tried to regain my composure before exiting. As I opened the door I had been looking forward to continuing my conversation with Howard. Instead a woman stood waiting to use the restroom, whispering off color comments to me under her breath as she pushed past me. As I turned to return to the table expecting to see the man I had satisfied, the table had been cleaned of our half filled coffees and was empty. He had left me alone with my unfilled desires. As I departed I was acutely aware of my strides, each foot stepping in front of the other to accentuate the sway of my hips as I walked pass the scornful woman's man.

Looking to my watch as I walked to my car I realized I had only a little over five hours remaining as Katrina. My mind raced as I tried to recall the tasks at hand. Oh yes, toys and costumes I recalled, punching into my cell phone for the nearest location to find such items I followed the directions to the location about thirty minutes away. I waited for a few minutes before entering the store, watching the customers. All were men, well except for me. Even inside the only other woman was behind the counter working. I selected costumes I would like to see Katrina in. Knowing her size quite well, I did not try any of the three costumes on. The costumes included, schoolgirl, mail and one which could only be described as slutty. I added a few toys to my purchase, as I knew her desires to be more submissive, I added a collar, leash, leather bustier, butt plug, nipple clamps and three vibrators to my purchase. 

Time was going fast, as it was nearly nine o'clock. I still had to clean the house and prepare for the final fantasy. Speeding the entire way home, I had not noticed that Sam's car was not in the garage as I pulled in. Upon entering the house I dropped the bags near the door to begin cleaning. I did not bother with the maids costume as Sam was not home anyway. Thankfully, the housecleaning took only an hour and I soon found myself relaxing in the bath. Sam had left an assortment of bath salts, oils along, a large gift box and note. I had filled the tub, adding the salts and oils, and then stepped into the hot waters. Wanting to satisfy myself one last time, though I wanted to save that satisfaction for later.

Laying back I read the note.

"My dear Katrina,

I am so thrilled how you have accepted the challenges and fulfilled each with such passion. There is but one last bonus task. I call it a bonus as I now know what your deepest and darkest desires truly are. You will dress for me one last time. You will see if blonds truly have more fun. For tonight at midnight we shall return to each other to fulfill one last fantasy. 

Love, 

Sam (till midnight)"

I quickly dried myself, running to the bed, I tore the wrapping paper, opening the box. I saw the outfit, lingerie, footwear and blond wig. It was exactly what I would have desired to see Katrina wear. I was down to 37 minutes to dress one last time. I scurried about, racing to dress, tightening the bustier as best I could, I delicately placed the garters on each stocking I had so slowly pulled up each of legs. The stockings stopped at my upper thigh. The heels matched with buckles, though once the buckle clicked the leather straps tightened on each foot. I then reached in pulling the blond wig from the box, rolling my hair up I pulled the wig onto my head, shaking my head allowing the hair to fall onto my shoulders.

I moved to my makeup table, retrieving the makeup supplied at the salon. Again for one last time returning my face to the sultry look. Looking into the mirror was a woman I did not recognize. I wondered for a moment why she had dressed me in a look which did not look like Katrina. The clock now read 11:55, as I heard soft music playing from the living room. Sam must have programmed it to start.

I walked downstairs to the living room. I had only a few moments left in this wonderful body. Though soon I expected to return to my former self discovering my sultry wife for me to play with. He had placed three last items on the table, a pair of white leather cuffs, ball gag and matching collar. One last note, "Tonight I will not say no to your deepest darkest dirtiest desires." The collar again clasp behind my neck, fitting snug. For a moment I played with the eyelet in the front. I had little time left as I placed the ball gag in my mouth, clasping the gag under my blond wig. Next, I placed the cuff on my left wrist, and then stepped onto the coffee table as if I were a prize for my husband. My free hand moved behind finding the cuff. The cuff clicked and then the clock in the hallway began struck midnight. My eyes closed as I would miss this s my mind faded.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of voices outside. I could hear Sam and others. I looked down I was still Katrina. What what no, I should be back to Sam. The bustier restricted my breathing as panic ran through me. The door opened and 13 men entered. 

"Wow incredible Sam." Kyle said. Kyle's eyes did not move from me. Kyle was Sam's best friend, and about to be married and Sam was the best man.

Sam looked at me a bit mystified, as he shrugged his shoulders. Unaware himself what was going on.

It was then a man I did not recognize held up the note. "Tonight I will not say no to your deepest darkest dirtiest desires." As he read the note written by Katrina's own hand he held it for all to see.

"Let's party!"