12 comments/ 184636 views/ 29 favorites Loving Wife Ch. 01 By: Agena Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy and not intended to represent and situation or living person. If you're under 18 please don't read. Acknowledgment: The author wants to thank Beautiful Midnight for editing and assistance on this story. Introduction: This is the first of four parts to a story dealing with love, compassion and sexual need. Hope you enjoy it. My wife and I met in college. Her name is Alice and mine is Bob. I was attracted by her slim body, her intelligence and the aura of control she had. She wasn't the prettiest girl but she was reasonably attractive and feminine and I don't know why she agreed to go out on our first date with me as I wasn't the smartest or the best looking guy. However, we did get together and we seemed to hit it off. She was in a master's program for her MBA when we met and I was a senior in BusAd. It was only after 2 months of dating that we finally made love and I found that she was a virgin as I was. I'd experienced some hot petting but had never gone all the way with a girl. Like most first times it hadn't gone very smoothly, but we persisted and found it a rewarding and gratifying experience. Even then, I kept thinking that something was missing. We married after my graduation and I found a local job near the university so she could finish her final year of graduate work. After graduation, she accepted employment in Chicago as an account executive and I moved there to be with her and found employment also. We weren't interested in children at that point in our careers and she went into her new position with a grim determination. Within 5 years she was head of a section at a major financial institution. Her pursuit of a career played havoc with our sexual relations as she worked long hours and came home too tired to participate in any intimacies very often which made me more and more frustrated. I discovered TG and femdom stories on the internet and began to masturbate for relief but became more and more involved in the fantasy world of the stories. I began to realize I was a submissive by nature and my libido would soar when I fantasized about being dominated. I tried to wear some of her panties once and I enjoyed the feel of them but thought I looked ridiculous in them so didn't try it again. Early in our marriage I had tried to get Alice interested in a little bondage or spanking to liven our sex life but at the time she didn't feel comfortable about doing anything "kinky" as she called it. She'd had a strict upbringing and found it difficult to convince herself that anything but missionary sex was deviant behavior. Now, after five years I was getting desperate. I knew I had to do something soon to relieve my sexual tension and get her more involved in my fantasies. It never occurred to me to stop reading the stories on the net but I was hooked on them anyway. I tried to think of some way I could lead her into exerting her dominance a little more. It made sense after all, she was the dominant one in our marriage now by virtue of her own nature, her job, she made most of the decisions and the fact that she provided most of our income. Whereas my nature was submissive, I did most of the household chores as my job was just a run-of-the- mill office flunky position. It should be noted, however, that we did have a loving relationship and I would always greet her with a glass of wine and a foot rub when she got home from work and I always had a hot meal waiting for her. At night, even when she was too tired for sex, we would cuddle and spoon and hold one another tightly as though we were the only people left in the world. It was all very pleasant but missing the excitement of sexual intimacy and exploration. One day I decided that the next time we had sex I would try something new that might get her more interested in the possibilities associated with expanded sexual activities. I had to convince her that her job was not a life time pursuit and I felt her life and mine should be supplemented with something more that would allow me to live out some of my erotic fantasies. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My opportunity came the next weekend and on Saturday night when she was more rested. I held off masturbating in anticipation of her willingness for sex so when we were together in bed my libido would overcome any hesitation or shyness to suggest something new. After we were in bed that night I took her in my arms and began to slowly kiss her mouth and neck and then pulled up her night gown and began to kiss her breasts and suckle her nipples. This was usually as far down as she would let me go so I didn't push it this time. Instead, I went back to kissing her mouth and at the same time wrapped my arms and legs around her and then turned over so she was on top and I was on the bottom. "What are you doing?" she queried. "I thought we'd try something different. Is it okay? She hesitated for a moment and responded, "OK". Then she leaned down and kissed me gently before removing her night gown. I enjoyed the sight of her lovely body with her firm, upturned breasts with the lovely, rose colored nipples. My cock was surging and I was extremely excited as I guided her up onto her knees and surprisingly she grabbed it and guided it into her cunt. I moaned as she slid down engulfing me inside her body with her hands on my shoulders. She waited a moment trying to decide what to do next and then she began moving slowly up and down my shaft as I kept my hands lightly on her hips guiding her movements. I wanted her to take charge in this scenario. Then I took one of my hands and placed my thumb on her clit and began to rub it gently. She gasped and began to move faster; grinding her pubic area down on mine and forcing my thumb against her clit. In a few minutes I felt her body suddenly stiffen and a weak cry escaped from her mouth as she shuddered in an intense orgasm. She held her body stiff for several minutes as she slowly came down from her high. Taking a deep breath she went to get off me but I held her firm as I asked, "Can I cum too darling?" "Didn't you cum?" "No, I waited for you. Did you like that and do you want to do it again?" "Sure, I think I enjoyed that." "Go ahead, fuck me. I want to be fucked by you again." She looked at me surprised, as though a whole new idea was implanted in her head and I hoped it was. This time I moved her knees inside my wide-spread legs as she began to move her hips up and down again. I raised my hands to her beautiful B size breasts and began to fondle and gently squeeze her hard nipples. Her body was flushed as her arousal began again. Soon she was driving her self down on my cock with an established rhythm as though she was truly fucking me and I groaned as I tried to keep from cumming. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped. This time I knew she was reaching a new high as I cried out, "Take me, fuck me!" and bucked back to meet her thrusts. Fluids from her cunt mixed with my precum and facilitated the pleasurable feeling in my groin and I felt so deliciously submissive that I could no longer hold back and released my cum inside her body just as she orgasmed also. "Ooohoo!!" she moaned as she stiffened again and then collapsed on me. My cock managed a few more pulses and began to soften inside her as her body continued to shudder in post-orgasmic pleasure. Then we lay with my arms around her for several minutes until I felt her move and raise her head. "Wow!! That was great. I felt so empowered somehow. We should have tried this a long time ago." "I know, but I was afraid to push you into anything that you didn't feel comfortable doing." "Well, I think we may have to do this again. I've never orgasmed twice in a row before; especially like that." she said as she looked down at me. "I'm glad you liked it because I sure as hell did." "Do you like being on the bottom?" "I think I do. I came harder than I ever have before if that's a measure of enjoyment." "We're definitely going to have to do this again." "I'm game." She slid off me after giving me a gentle kiss. "Thanks for showing me that." she said. "I'm new to this too. We'll learn together honey." "OK, good night." she said as she gave a sigh of contentment and curled her naked body up against me to go to sleep. I lay awake a long time thinking about the future and how much I loved Alice and wanted to please her. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next morning was Sunday and it was 10 o'clock when I woke to find her gone. I smelt coffee so I knew where she was and slipped a robe over my nakedness and went out to the kitchen. She was dressed in her silken robe was just pouring herself a cup when I came in and quickly poured mine also. I noticed her nipples protruding out against the fabric of the robe and assumed she was naked underneath also. "Good morning sweetheart." she smiled at me. "Did you have as good a sleep as I did?" Smiling back I responded., "A wonderful sleep darling." She put the coffee pot down and came over and kissed me on the mouth. "I'm glad .. I haven't slept that well in a long time." We sat at the table drinking our coffee and chatting about common things when suddenly she told me a little sheepishly, "That was such fun last night. I'd like to do it again today?" "Ant time you want darling. I'm an easy fuck you know." I teased her. "I'm beginning to realize that, and I plan to fuck you good. You'll walk around with a sore pussy the rest of the day." "I'm looking forward to it more than you know, but let me fix our breakfast first so you'll have the strength to do me good." I laughed as I got up to prepare breakfast. Later up in the bedroom we threw off our robes and got onto the bed with me on my back and a rigid cock jutting out from my pubes. She clambered on top of me as I spread my legs to accommodate her. I pulled her up so that I could kiss and suckle her perky breasts and she moaned softly as my lips made contact with her nipple and grasped it lightly between my teeth as I sucked. "Oh, that feels so good darling. Don't stop." I continued to suck and tease her nipple for awhile and then switched to the other one as her gasps of passion increased and she pressed her mound against my stomach. I could feel her cunt begin to moisten against me and I thought maybe this is the time to explore a little further. Releasing her nipple I grasped her hips and pulled her higher up on my body as licked my way down to her navel which I thoroughly explored with my tongue. "Oh yes, darling." I heard her cry as I continued down her body with my tongue until I felt the first strands of her pubic hair and I felt her stiffen. I thought 'this is it' and quickly shoved my tongue down to her slit and found her clit. Her aroma filled my nostrils and my brain. The first touch of my tongue to that very sensitive and erogenous little button caused her to moan again and press down as I worked my tongue inside her labia and found her sex tunnel. She groaned as I wrapped my arms about her hips and pulled her down and shoved my tongue inside. "Oh god, eat me!" she gasped and her hips began to buck against my face as she orgasmed and a gush of her moisture surged into my mouth together with a glob of something which I think was my cum from the night before. As she came down off her high her body relaxed against me and I tenderly licked her pussy. Within a few minutes she sighed contentedly and brought her body up so that she straddled my hips and she guided my cock into her body. She then stretched upward with her head back and hands cupping her breasts then slowly ground her pelvis against mine as she began to hum to herself and work her nipples with her fingers. "Now I don't want you to cum yet... I want to enjoy your nice hard cock for awhile." she told me. "Yes, Mistress." I whispered. "What did you say?" she asked with a start as she brought her hands down to my shoulders and looked down at me. "I said, yes, Mistress." "I thought that's what you said. Am I supposed to be a dominatrix or something?" "Just someone who will lead when we have sex." I responded as I licked at one of her nipples hanging close to my mouth. "Well, I have to think about that. Anyway, I don't think I like the word 'Mistress'. I think I like the expression 'my darling' instead. It should be 'yes my darling ' and 'no my darling'. It sounds more romantic doesn't it?" "Yes my darling." "That's better, because I love you so. Don't you love me?" "Oh yes my darling. Very much." "Well, your darling is going to fuck you now. You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Oh yes my darling" "Good boy." she told me as she began to move her hips on my cock bringing a groan from my lips. "Now don't cum yet. I don't want you to cum before I tell you or I'll have to punish you." she told me as she picked up the pace of her thrusts and began to hum to herself again. "Oh, it feels so good and I do enjoy fucking you now. I'm glad you showed me how enjoyable it could be. And I did enjoy having my cunt licked too. We're going to start enjoying these things together much more, aren't we?" "Oh yes, my darling." I responded as I continued licking her nipples and tried to keep from cumming. "Yes, I can see a new future for us. We were getting into a rut and I think I like the idea of the new us. We'll have to think of new things to do to keep up the excitement. You'll be thinking won't you?" "Yes my darling." I gasped and I struggled not to cum as she continued her relentless fucking,. "You aren't going to cum are you. I warned you that you'd be punished." "I'm trying, my darling." I gasped as I felt my control slowly slipping away. Thankfully, she was also showing signs of reaching a climax and I believe we both finally came together as we thrust our groins forward and cried out in ecstacy. I was the first to recover and felt totally spent but so happy and contented that my darling and I were finally meshing our natures together, sexually and romantically. She finally sat up and got off me. My softening cock sliding out of her tight cunt with a small pop. "You disobeyed me. You came before I told you you could. Now you're going to have to be punished." "Yes, my darling." She got off the bed and went over to her dresser where she picked up a hair brush and returned and sat on the edge of the bed. "Get across my knee." she told me and I felt my cock hardening again as I rushed to obey. "Yes, my darling." I told her as I laid across her lap with my cock between her thighs and my ass sticking up. She brought her legs together trapping my cock in the soft flesh of her inner thighs and remarked, "My goodness, you must be excited. Well, we'll see if you're excited after this." Then she brought the hair brush down hard on my ass. I jerked in sudden pain as it hit and she told me, "Count them off. You're going to get twenty strokes for disobeying me." "One, my darling." She hit me again on the other cheek. "Two, my darling" My ass was stinging as she slowly executed her punishment but I was getting hotter and by the time she reached fifteen I felt myself ready to cum again. On the eighteenth I lost control and my cock erupted between her thighs. "Oh, you dirty little boy."she told me as she finished her twenty strokes. "Now you're going to have to clean me up. I didn't realize how much a spanking would rouse you. I can see why you suggested it when we first married." "Yes my darling. I'll get a wash cloth and thank you for my spanking." I was afraid she might ask me to lick it up but she didn't realize it as an option or decided it was too icky to contemplate. Our new relationship might not be ready for that anyway. I slipped off my lap and turned to look at my ass which seemed to glow a bright red. I knew I was going to suffer for this later when I tried to sit. She giggled as she watched me trot into the bathroom for the washcloth. "You look so funny with your ass all red. Its cute though and I hope I didn't hit you too hard." "No, my darling." I replied as I returned with the wash cloth and wiped her off and cleaned up where my cum had landed on the floor. Then she had me get her a skin ointment and she applied it to my fiery ass. She gave it a kiss when she finished and said, "There, all better little boy." "Thank you, my darling." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Later that afternoon I was laying face down on the sofa watching a football game and Alice was in the den working on some data in the lap-top she always carried with her when I heard her say "damn." I called out and asked, " What's the problem?" "I can't get a connection on the internet with my lap-top. I'm going to have to access the records at work with your PC and then transfer it over. I'll have to take the lap-top in and have it checked tomorrow." "OK." I responded. I didn't hear any more for about an hour then I heard her call me. "Bob, will you come here?" I gingerly got up and went into the den to see what she wanted."What's up?" I asked as I walked up to her and glanced down at the screen on the PC monitor. Oh god I thought when I saw what she had been looking at. She was reading one of the favorite fem-dom stories I'd saved to my file. "I'm sorry darling." I said as she turned to look up at me. I was just lonely when you were working so much and I got involved in it." "Don't worry, my dear husband, I understand, but this is giving me so many ideas is what I was going to tell you. I will be trying very hard in the future to not leave you alone so much. My job is not worth our marriage." I bent down and kissed her gently. "Be careful what you decide to try." I requested of her. "I don't want to jeopardize our love." "Dear, I am just as anxious as you are in that regard but I see some real possibilities here that should be OK. I just wish I wasn't such a prude about some things when I was younger."" "All right. I'll go along with anything you think will enhance our love and our relationship." I now felt comfortable with what we could be doing in the future. I would just have to wait and see what her fertile mind would hatch up for me." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued Loving Wife Ch. 01 Eleanor stared in the mirror. At thirty-three, after three children, she was not the beautiful young cheerleader that Stan had met in high school. Was that what this was all about? Swinging? Just the word made her cringe. A swingers' party no less. Not something this soccer mom would have ever thought about. But what choice did she have? Stan made it perfectly clear...she was no longer enough. He did not want to lie and cheat. If they both knew what was happening, both participated, then it was not adultery, right? Except to Eleanor that argument seemed weak and self-serving. She went along though because she always had. Because her marriage meant everything to her. Because her vows said...until death do us part. And because she did not want to be alone. Did not want to be a single mother the way her mother had been. She would do anything to avoid that. Even this. She adjusted the corset that she hoped made the most of her thirty-eight C-cup breasts and wide hips while minimizing the cellulite and stretch marks of three pregnancies in five years. She pinched her cheeks though she probably needed to be slapped to bring any real color into her horrified features. Oh well, if not the cheeks then an extra coat of candy apple red lip gloss would just have to suffice. She squared her shoulders and held her head high, the last thing she wanted to do in this place. She took a deep breath and turned the knob, throwing the door open upon a houseful of aging couples and a few stray geeky guys. It seemed as if all eyes were on her in that moment. It was not what she had expected but she had been hiding out in that bathroom for close to forty-five minutes. Stan had knocked on the door four times, each one more agitated than the last. She scanned the room looking for him. She finally found him over by the bar, talking to a slightly older but very well preserved woman and a much younger black guy. Eleanor made her way very slowly across the room. The ridiculously high heels that Stan had spent god only knows how much upon slowed her progress, but what she did not realize was that they did exactly as her husband had hoped, putting a gentle sway into her lush hips, a siren's call of hidden sexuality that had every male eye and more than a couple of female ones turning in her direction. It seemed to take forever but she finally managed to make her way through the room with a dozen or so 'excuse me, pleases' that were met with lewd stares and even lewder comments until that color she had despaired of flamed in her cheeks, adding to her allure. Eleanor was fast becoming the fresh, sweet smelling rose bud in this garden of lust. She forced a smile up at Stan as she joined him. His face was tight and he smelled of alcohol already, "Took you long enough," he whispered when he bent to kiss her cheek. But just as quickly he turned back to the unusual couple that he had been talking with, "This is my wife, Elle," they had agreed it was best not to give anyone their real names, not at first anyway. Eleanor smiled and held out her hand to the woman. She was tall, an inch or so taller than Stan's five foot eleven, but some of that height came from heels that were taller even than the ones Eleanor wore. Her lips were scarlet red and pursed into a tight smile of distaste that only made the wrinkles around her mouth more pronounced. Her shoulder length hair was dyed an unnaturally blue-black and she wore the tightest red dress that showed off a body that had obviously never born children and spent hours in the gym every day. Eleanor felt a stab of pain and jealousy as she watched her husband of twelve years fawn over this woman. For a moment she wanted to run and hide back in that bathroom, pretend none of this was happening. She felt the tears begin to cloud her vision but she knew that she could not run in those shoes so she brushed them away, pretending that smoke from the numerous cigarettes had gotten into her eyes. "Hello, beautiful, I'm Ray and this is Tricia. Your husband has been telling us all about you. Though I see he did not do you justice," the young black man took her hand and brought it slowly to his full lips. She stood mesmerized as she watched the play of colors...her pale finger tips, the bright red nail polish against the deepest darkest rich chocolate brown that she had ever seen. She swallowed the nervous giggle that threatened to erupt from her throat. His partner shot him a look that could have killed and wrapped her muscular, gym arms about the broadest shoulders that Eleanor had ever seen. "I don't know, Ray. Average soccer mom seems about right to me?" Eleanor felt that painful jab like the worst of labor pains that threatened to rip her soul to pieces rather than her body. She looked to Stan but he was smiling at the vicious woman and gulping down another drink. She was about to excuse herself when he spoke again, "So pretty lady, would you care for a dance?" She started to shake her head 'no' but the young man used the hand that he had never released to draw her protectively against his side and maneuver them the twenty feet or so to the make shift dance floor that would probably become a family dining room after the dust cleared tomorrow morning. Eleanor was not certain whether to be angry with the young man for his brash behavior that had drawn even more attention their way...or to be grateful for helping her to escape. Once they were there, he drew her fully into his arms. She held herself stiffly for a long moment as the music played, uncertain still what to do or how to act in a world that had been tilted upon its axis. "Relax," that deep baritone caressed her mind. She wanted to fight it but something inside of her could not as she laid her head on those wide shoulders and closed her eyes. She felt him stiffen a bit and did not even want to think about what else she felt stiffening as he began to speak again. "Just lean against me and relax for a moment, pretty lady. You don't belong here and we both know that. If I could I'd take your old man out back and kick his selfish white ass for doing this to a nice lady like you, but that won't help anything either. So you are going to listen to old Ray and we are going to teach that asshole a lesson he will never forget. You hear me?" She nodded her head against his shoulder but kept her eyes closed. She tried very hard to pretend that she was somewhere else; that it was Stan holding her close like this, but she could not remember the last time that he had. The song came to an end and she pulled back, but the young man was not letting her go. He bent and kissed away the tear that she had not realized had escaped from the corner of her eye. "Bastard," was all he said as he pulled her back into his arms as the next song, an even slower more soulful one began. They danced for a couple more moments in silence. Then he spoke again, "Your husband wants in Tricia's pants, but it doesn't work like that with her. That woman doesn't share with no one. She likes to come to places like this to show off, to make herself feel superior...younger and prettier. And to show off her property...me...to all the envious other women." His hand slipped lower on her back then, drawing her closer against him. She swallowed as she could no longer deny the evidence of what their closeness was doing to him. Or more surprisingly to her, "But your old man ain't got what it takes to get anywhere with that one. Aging high school quarterback?" he asked. "Yeah," Eleanor answered nervously. "Figures," said the man. "He just can't let his glory days go, realize it is time to grow up and appreciate what a lucky bastard he is. I see them all the time in my line of work and when we come to these places. And usually I just shake my head and ignore the pathetic bastards. But it always makes me mad how they treat their loving wives." He placed his dark, strong fingers beneath her chin. The gentle touch did something funny to her tummy, making butterflies that she had thought long since dead take to flight again. "So, pretty lady, what you say we fight back this time? What you say we teach those two a lesson about taking people for granted?" His lop-sided boyish grin made Eleanor feel a connection with this man that she recognized might be dangerous to her sanity. But she found herself nodding her head anyway. He bent and softly kissed her lips then. The kiss was so light and soft that for a moment she was not certain that their lips even touched. It was more a game of how close could they come without truly meeting. A game of chicken. Maybe that was all this was...a game of chicken? A very bad one. Eleanor was terrified to move, to breathe even. If she moved in the least then she might come into full contact with this man. And that would be disastrous...for her sanity. Instead she stood there frozen for all eternity or that was how it felt. He was close enough that she could feel the hot air of his breathe caress her skin. Smell the fresh clean scent of him. Almost hear the pounding of his heart...or maybe that was hers? But she could not taste him or feel the strength that had pulled her away from the embarrassments that her husband and that woman heaped upon her head. What was she doing here? For the first time since Stan had brought the topic of swinging up, she found her voice, herself. What the hell was she doing in this place with these people? Oh, she was not going to judge them, god knows she was not without sin. But she was not like them. The idea of sharing her husband or even of being shared held no excitement for her. She truly believed her vows when she had said...forsaking all others. Even incredibly hot and sweet young black men that did funny things to her tummy. For the first time she realized, how can breaking one of the central tenants of her marriage save it? And even if it did for a time, was it worth it? She stepped back then and smiled at the young man, "I'm sorry. I don't belong here." He chuckled in that deep baritone and the butterflies did a loop-de-loop in her stomach. "Exactly, sweet lady. But walking out now will only lead to a fight." He brought the back of her hand to his lips again, "Trust me, my way is much better." She shook her head and was about to turn and run from this place when suddenly she felt Stan's clammy hand about her waist. She turned to see that his face was tight. He looked angry. As angry as he had been all those times when she refused to come to this place. It made no sense. Then the woman had wrapped herself around the young man and was suggestively slithering against him. She supposed it could be called dancing but it seemed too pathetically needy to be that. "Come on, Ray. Let's dance. Just the two of us." The man shook his head, "Sorry, Tricia. I promised the sweet lady that I would show her around this place. You know how daunting finding your way around can be the first time. We can't be rude now can we?" he smiled charmingly. The woman turned to her and glared. Her dark eyes that bore way too many fine lines and more than her share of not-so-fine ones too raked from the top of Eleanor's head to those five inch heels and back up again. She stared at Eleanor as if she had let one of her eldest son's stinkiest farts. Right in the middle of class. Eleanor turned back towards Stan for support but his eyes were on the door and the couple that had just entered then. She could see him appraising the woman, trying to decide if she met his standards, if she would be trading up enough. Eleanor pulled out of his embrace with disgust. "Yes, please, Ray," she tried to remember her high school drama classes, make this performance her best, Oscar-worthy even. He smiled. A genuine one or so Eleanor thought though she did not know the young man well enough to say for certain. She willed herself to relax, to play her part in all this. He was right, if they left now, like this, it would just be another fight. If he thought his plan was better, then it was worth a try, right? She tried desperately to convince herself. Stan turned back to her shaking his head. For perhaps the first time, she noticed the receding hairline and balding patch in the back. The tiny lines about his mouth that denoted his dissatisfaction with this all. She saw her husband then, really saw him. Not the man that she had married. Not the father of her children. But the man that he had become. And she was not certain she even liked him. Eleanor wanted to run from this place. Wanted to hide from what had become of her life, her dreams, and her happiness. It was as if she had suddenly awoken from a dream, as if she were Rip Van Winkle, arising from her years of slumber to a new and shocking world. A man she did not even know and definitely did not like enough to get to know him. Suddenly Ray stepped forward and replaced Stan's arm with his own. She was glad for his strength too. She allowed herself to slump just a bit against this kind stranger. He bent low as if to kiss her ear and whispered, "Play along with everything, pretty lady." She nodded her head in agreement and watched the silent rage grow on both her husband and the woman. "Where to first?" she smiled. "Well, this is the main room. It serves as buffet, bar, dance floor and place for couples to chat and get to know one another. Make certain that they are compatible." He turned up that smile then; a hundred watt bulb would have dimmed, "Like we did." He brought her hand to his lips yet again...and her tummy did a flip-flop. He used it to pull her further down the long corridor. "You know these are the changing rooms." He winked, "You hid in there long enough." His dark eyes scanned her full figure, "Although the wait was certainly worth the effort." Eleanor giggled. She truly giggled, not play acting as she had determined to, but genuine delight at the simple compliment. Ray tugged her hand again and she followed his deeper into the maze. She noticed that both her husband and his partner tagged along looking less than thrilled. Ray opened a door on the right, "This is the toy room. If a girl does not find anything she likes, she can always come here to play by herself." He looked up at his date, "Tricia usually spends most of her time in here. Don't you, darling?" The woman glared at him once more, "Yes, well, one must have one's standards, mustn't they?" Her dark eyes turned to Eleanor once more, "Or maybe not." Stan spoke up then, "Yes, I must say I am a bit disappointed with the type of guests here. I thought..." His voice trailed off then to nothingness. Ray chuckled, "What man? You thought all the women would be straight out of the pages of Playboy? Hot young things like you spend so much time watching on pay-per-view Internet porn that no one knows about?" He shook his head and laughed, "And what if they were? They would be with hot young studs then. Not the middle-aged men round here. No, this place is full of real people. Genuinely nice folks that you might like if you got to know them." He shook his dark head and turned back to the room as a middle-aged and rather rotund naked woman came forward. "Hello, Ann. How are things tonight?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to the woman's blushing cheek. "Good, good. Crowd is a bit small, but that happens sometimes with the weather," she smiled. "Who are your friends, Ray?" she inquired as politely as you might of a new family at a children's soccer game. After the initial shock of the woman's lack of attire, Eleanor decided the best option was to look the woman in the eyes. "This is Elle and her husband, Mac, was it?" Stan nodded his head as he scanned this room too, looking for something of interest. Eleanor could almost feel his disgust at the naked and half-naked women around them. She cringed as she remembered his years of hurtful comments about the ten stubborn pounds that her pregnancies had left around her middle. She suddenly felt sympathy for these women and his judgmental attitude. But looking around she noticed that these women did not even seem to notice him or his attitude. They seemed 'comfortable' in their skin...and it was Eleanor that was a bit envious then. The woman smiled at her, "Welcome, sugar. I am Ann and my husband, Herb, and I own this dump. Ray is a good guide, but just let me know if you have any questions. For lots of people there first time is a bit daunting but don't let that bother you. We are just normal people: doctors, lawyers, even teachers and police. We just have a few kinks that we let out every now and then. We know this lifestyle ain't for everyone, but we try to provide a safe place for those who do need it." Eleanor smiled at the woman, who reminded her a bit of her Aunt Molly. For the first time since Stan had brought this all up, it made sense. This woman had made it all sound as plausible as her own desire for monogamy and fidelity. And who was she to judge these people? Especially in light of her own failing marriage. "Thank you," she replied. "Is the Sybian working tonight, Ann?" asked Ray with a smile. "Of course, it is, sugar. Do you think we would have one of these little parties without our special friend?" she smiled meaningfully. "Better fuck than even you, ain't it Tricia?" she chuckled. Tricia took her opportunity to gloat, "No recovery period." But Ray refused to be baited, he only smiled at Eleanor. "Why don't you demonstrate it then?" She turned on him, "I am not here to be your personal show." He laughed again, "Nope, I am yours." But just as quickly the clouds passed and he turned back to Eleanor and Ann with that smile, "The Sybian is a vibrator to end all vibrators," he explained. Ann laughed; a sound that reverberated off the walls, "Only a man would call it a vibrator." She turned to Eleanor and winked, "It is technically called a 'fucking machine' and it deserves the title. Ain't no man, no matter how pretty can live up to that thing." She looked to Tricia, "If you ain't ready for a good come, then I am." With that she walked over to a rather odd looking machine in the corner. It looked almost like a smaller version of a mechanical bull that Eleanor had seen in the movies. Except for the huge dildo that jutted proudly from the saddle. Ann straddled the thing and as determined as she had been to keep her eyes on the other woman's face, Eleanor could not help from looking as she spread her thighs and seated herself upon the contraption. For the first time, Eleanor took a good look at the woman. She was at least a size sixteen, more likely a twenty. Her breasts were large with huge nipples and areolas in a dark pink. Her hips were wide as if she too had born children. A hypothesis that was further born out when Eleanor looked at her rolls of fat about the middle which was lined with silver stretch marks. This woman was real. And more amazingly she was at ease in her body. Something that a much younger and thinner Eleanor could only hope to achieve. The woman smiled at her as she understood perfectly everything she was thinking. "Now to show you what this thing has got," she pronounced as she picked up a small black box and hit a button. Her ample chest heaved as she drew in a great gulp of air. She exhaled it in a long moan, "Oh yes!" Eleanor bit her lower lip and shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, aware once more of the impediment that was her high heels. She dropped her eyes just a bit, but could still watch the other woman as she straddled the thing. She had never seen another woman come. Hell, she had done all she could to look away at the gym when other women paraded around naked. But certainly she had never seen this. The way that the woman's body moved against the thing, taking it deeper and deeper. Her sighs and moans. Her sounds of ecstasy. Eleanor noted that first her chest, then her neck and face colored with a pinky, rosy glow. Did she look like that when she came? Not that she had much chance to do so as infrequent as their sex life had become the past couple of years. Loving Wife Ch. 01 The woman looked her in the eyes then and pressed another button. The whir of the machine drowned out her moans for a moment. The woman closed her eyes and threw back her head. Her breasts jutted out and for a moment Eleanor wondered, 'What would they feel like? Were they are soft as they looked?' She looked down at the floor and her red shoes against the brown shag carpet. She blushed with embarrassment even though she knew that no one could read her thoughts. She looked up suddenly when a scream rent the air. The woman's wide hips undulated like a serpent trying to swallow the beast whole. She rode it as fast and as wild as any bull rider ever had. She held to each bounce and jerk. Her face was a symphony of sensuality. It transformed this plain woman into an exotic bird of paradise. Eleanor stood frozen as she watched. The woman's head dropped forward as she collapsed against the machine, surrendered to the bull as she became one with it. Then everything went still. Silent. Frozen in time. The machine stopped its whirring. The only sound was a soft mewing like a kitten after a saucer of milk. She watched as the woman lifted her face. She shone from within, glowed with happiness and good health. Eleanor glimpsed a smile that reminded her of the Mona Lisa...was that the secret of the ages? Could it be as simple as this? A good orgasm? Hell, a great one from the looks of it. The woman broke the spell as she sighed heavily, "Damn it, boy. Don't just stand there looking. Help an old lady up after she gives you a show like that," she pronounced looking straight at Ray. Ray laughed, "You deserve a hell of a lot more than that," he said as he walked to her side. He motioned to Stan to join him and lift from the other side. Stan drew back as if in distaste. Eleanor was truly ashamed of her husband and embarrassed by his cold behavior. She jabbed him in the side with her elbow and he moved forward reluctantly. She was glad that he was behind the woman and that Ann could not see his face and he assisted the other man to lift her sweating body from the machine. "Damn," the woman cursed. "That thing sure leaves your legs as wobbly as a bowl of Jell-O." The men positioned her on a bunch of pillows near the machine, obviously placed there for just such a cause. She collapsed against them and smiled up as Ray placed a chaste kiss upon her lips, "Thank you, Ann. That was beautiful." "Aw, go on with you, you slay old devil. You could charm a virtuous woman out of her panties," she giggled like a young girl as she looked over at Eleanor. "Watch this one. He'll have you naked in no time." Eleanor inhaled sharply. The idea was shocking, even given their surroundings. She realized then that while she had given into Stan's protestations to come, she had never had any intention of going that far. She was in fact shocked at how far she had gone. She had just watched as another woman orgasmed. Something so intimate and intensely personal that she had always thought it meant to be shared just between two people. But this woman had done it alone...on a machine in fact. In front of half a dozen people. And now she laid completely naked, her soft thighs spread open just a bit and her sweat and feminine juices glistening on them. Eleanor panicked then. What was she doing here? She wanted to run and hide in mortification in the car. No amount of dirty photographs and videos on Stan's laptop had prepared her for this. Two things stopped her from running. The sympathetic smile that glowed on the other woman's face. Some odd sense of politeness kept her from offending her hostess, who had just shown so much of herself...too much of herself maybe. And the firm hand on her elbow. A dark ebony one. She followed that hand with her eyes, up his muscular arm and his broad shoulders to a smiling face. "Ready for the rest of the tour then, Elle?" Loving Wife Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is fiction and fantasy. It does not describe any existing situation or known person. If you're under 18, please do not read. Acknowledgment: The author wishes to thank Beautiful Midnight for her editing skills and help on this story. Introduction: This is the second installment of a story whereby a man gives into his need to submit and his wife assumes her dominant role in a loving way. * The following week was almost idyllic. She was home shortly after I arrived and we had a glass of wine and talked about our work day, as I prepared dinner, then sat down and enjoyed a leisurely meal. While I did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen afterward she went in and got on the PC. Checking the PC internet history later I saw that she was connecting with TG and femdom web sites almost exclusively. Shortly afterward, she began having me go down on her pussy before we went to bed at night. She'd sit on the edge of the bed and I'd kneel between her knees and service her, but she wouldn't let me masturbate or make love to her. I seemed to get hornier and hornier as she began to take control of my libido. This also set a pattern whereby I would only be allowed to cum on weekends when she had the freedom to exercise full control of me. On Wednesday she told me she'd made an appointment for me on Friday at her salon to go for a hair removal procedure. She told me that many men were having this done now and she thought I'd be really sexy with nice smooth skin. The thought caused me to have an immediate hard-on and I didn't get much sleep that night. On Friday I took a long lunch and went to Alice's salon where I announced quietly to the girl at the counter that I was their for my hair removal appointment. "Oh, you must be Bob. Have a seat and I'll let Nancy know you're here." I sat down and in a few minutes a young woman came out and motioned for me to follow her into a back room. I was a little embarrassed walking through a room where several women were having various treatments but I grimly followed the girl to the back. "Hi, I'm Nancy." she told me. "Your wife told me you were to get the full treatment." "I guess. What's the full treatment?" "Torso, groin and legs. Also, she said you'd better not come home without it done." ."I guess she means it." I laughed nervously. "Sounds that way. So you'd better get undressed and I'll get to work." As I undressed she told me, "This is a laser hair removal system and it will take several sessions to completely remove all the hair in the affective areas. You can make an appointment for the next session before you leave. Also, your wife didn't mention removal of facial hair but you may be interested in that if you don't want to have to shave anymore." "I guess I should ask my wife first." "OK, just let me know." An hour later I left the salon with much of my body hair gone. My skin felt so slick and smooth I couldn't wait to show Alice. Nancy had also given me a small device that used radio frequency waves to remove individual hairs. She said that I could use it on my genitals or other areas like my eyebrows. I hurried back to work however but called Alice on my cell phone to let her know I was done. "How do you like the results?" she asked. "I'll let you decide when you get home but I think you'll be pleased." "O.K., see you later then." ++++++++++++++++++++++++ At home that evening Alice ran her hands over my chest and announced she was pleased with it also and could hardly wait to get me into bed to check my whole body. After dinner we went into the bed room and after removing our clothes she pushed me back on the bed and fell on me. Squealing in delight she said, "That feels heavenly. It almost makes me want to get a girl friend too." Future happenings would make her comments about lesbian sex prophetic. "What would you do with a girl friend?" "The same thing I'm going to do to you. Fuck her." she told me as she wiggled down between my legs and slid my cock into her already wet pussy. "Oh, that feels so nice. Now don't you cum until I tell you. Remember what happened last weekend." "Yes, my darling. I'll try but you wouldn't let me cum all week and I may not be able to hold it." "I'll go slow then and just enjoy it then." she said as she slowly began to ride her cunt up and down my rigid cock. Even going slow, I could feel my climax building in my groin and I moaned, "Please stop darling. I can't hold back anymore." "You do and you know what will happen." It was too late, as I felt my orgasm begin and I began pumping into her. With my ankles locked together behind her I bucked uncontrollably as I came and came until finally stopped and with a sigh I relaxed under her. "You know what's coming now, don't you?" "Yes, my darling." "First though there's something you're going to have to do." she told me as she pulled herself up my body and straddled my face with her thighs and with my mouth under her dripping cunt. "Start sucking and clean me out." she said as she lowered her cunt to my mouth. My libido had temporarily evaporated and I didn't relish the look of her gaping swollen sex as it covered my mouth but the need for submissiveness and being forced kicked it back into high gear again and I drove my tongue into it and began to lick out my cum and her juices with a relish. "Oh, you dirty, little boy." she moaned. "I wondered whether you would do it and you have. God, that feels so good." I felt my cum pour back into my mouth with her juices as she orgasmed and worked her cunt muscles to give me all of it. I kept swallowing as it flooded out and she slowly came down off her high. "That was really good little boy. Now get across my knee and I'll give you your punishment." she told me as she got off me and sat on the edge of the bed. I climbed onto her lap as she reached for the hair brush on the bed side table. She didn't waste any time as my body jerked in pain from the first hard contact. "Start counting." "One, my darling." I managed to croak out as a second landed. This time she she wasn't gripping my now hard cock with her thighs and although I wanted to cum I couldn't get enough of a purchase on my cock to give me the necessary sensations. I continued counting until she stopped at 20 and pushed me off her lap onto the floor. I looked up at her flushed face and noticed that she must have really enjoyed giving me the beating as she was smiling without apparent concern for my now very painful ass cheeks.. "Now, little boy. You had better remember you have to obey me." "Yes, my darling." "Now go and shower and when you get back I have a surprise for you." "Yes, my darling." I responded as I got off the floor and headed to the shower. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I returned she was still laying on the bed, sprawled obscenely with her legs spread wide revealing her hairy cunt to the world. It immediately started my cock to rise. "Welcome back. You look much better without cum all over your face." "Thank you, my darling." "Now I want you to take this, slide it into my pussy and make me cum." She handed me a slim metal vibrator. "Do you think you can do that?" "Oh yes, my darling." as I took the tool from her and got on the bed next to her. Turning on the vibrator I touched it to her labia and watched as her hips jerked in response to the vibrations and then spread her legs wide to allow me more room. She began to twist and turn as I slipped it inside her to lubricate it and then slide it up to her clitoris. Her response was immediate and vigorous with her hips bucking and heaving and she began to squeal and moan as fluids flowed from her cunt. I persisted and was rewarded with a mind bending orgasm that had her hips rise at freeze in an arc off the bed. I gave her a moment to recover then reinserted it into her sex canal and began to slide it in and out slowly as she began to buck and twist in response. Hoping to add to her enjoyment I bent down and began to use my tongue and teeth to lightly manipulate her clit while continuing to slide the vibrator around inside her. She grabbed my head and mashed it down onto her groin as she went into another orgasm. Her roar of release echoed around the room and finally subsided as I removed the tool from her pussy. It was several minutes for her to relax and lay quietly as her internal spasms abated. "That was nice dear, thank you." "Your welcome, my darling. I was glad and pleased to be of service to you." "Let me be of service to you. Get on your hands and knees." "Yes, my darling." as I assumed the position she desired on the bed; wondering what she had in mind. She took the vibrator from my hand still wet with her juices and brought the tip to my anus and I knew then what she had in mind and trembled in anticipation. "I'm going to put this in your pussy now. Do you know that this is your pussy?" she said as she turned on the tool and slid it in my ass. Due to its small size it slid in easily but felt so huge as its vibrations activated my prostate and very quickly I was pushing back like a girl in heat in response to its insidious humming. My cock was straining in response and I felt my orgasm beginning as she shoved it in and out of my ass. I finally erupted, spraying my cum over the bed sheets and cried out in a high falsetto. I felt so girlish with the little cock in my pussy. Finally, I finished spewing my cum and just continued to kneel there with my head hanging down as she removed the vibrator. "Oh, you nasty girl. You like to be fucked in your pussy don't you?" "Oh yes, my darling, I do." "We'll have to remember that for next weekend. Now lets get to sleep. You can sleep in your cum tonight. Would you like that?" My libido was rising again as I responded, "Oh yes, my darling." When I woke in the morning the cum I'd slept in over night was cool and sticky against my skin and I reveled in it by wiggling my body against the sheet. Alice must have been awake and watching me as I heard her say, "You are really getting to be a slut. We need to talk." After showering and going downstairs I found her in the kitchen making breakfast. She smiled at me as she poured me a cup of coffee and then said, "I'm wondering if we aren't going down a path that from which we may never return." "What do you mean?" "I mean, you are beginning to enjoy your submissiveness to the point of depravity and I'm afraid I enjoy sending you there. I don't know where it eventually might lead so do we continue on or stop and regroup?" "I didn't think we were moving beyond any limits I would be concerned about. I've been exploring web sites that deal in this type of behavior and we are still within the limits that many people use." I responded. "OK, I guess I got the same message in my research but I think we need to keep a close watch on how far we want to go. Let's just take the rest of the day to regroup anyway and do something nonsexual together. By the way, those web sites you've mentioned; I've been getting a lot of good ideas from them so watch out sweetheart." "I'm getting horny again thinking about how you're discovering all my intimate secrets and weaknesses and how to manipulate them." "We're just starting to have fun sweetheart," she said kissing me, "but lets regroup anyway and go to the museum today. I see they have a new exhibit on early Persian artifacts that might be interesting." "Sounds good to me. We can make a day of it downtown but I'm going still be horny." "Good." We enjoyed our day together and savored it by having lunch after seeing the exhibit and then went to a movie. Afterwards we had cocktails and dinner in a downtown bistro. Altogether it was a nice time and we arrived back home tired and went to bed early and even though I was still quite horny, I fell asleep quickly and had a restful sleep curled against her back. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next morning I awoke with a roaring hard-on which was pressed against Alice's ass in our spooning position. She awoke also and pressed back against me sinking my shaft between her thighs and raising my libido to another level. "You're awfully horny this morning my sweet." she said. I suppose you want to put that thing of yours to good use?" "I certainly do, my darling." "Oh ho. It sounds like you want me to fuck you again. Is that right?" "Oh yes, my darling. I would like that very much." "Well, seeing as you were such a good boy yesterday I'll see what I can do. I've been thinking that since we both enjoy our roles in this so much that it wouldn't hurt to continue a little further. Don't you agree?" "Oh yes, my darling." As a start, let's see how you like the feel of my panties on your cock. Would you like that?" "Oh yes, my darling" "Good", she told me as she retrieved the panties she'd worn the day before and began to rub them over my cock. "Oooo!!" I moaned at the cool touch of the silky smooth material to my erection and my cock seemed to get even harder and closer to orgasm as she fondled and caressed me with her panties. "I see you like that. Have you ever thought of wearing panties, my love?" "Sometimes." I gasped. "Did you ever try wearing any?" "Once." "Just once? Tell me truthfully now." "Yes my darling. Just once. Oooo, that's so nice." I managed to get out and continued, "They felt good but they didn't look good on me." "You're legs are very nice so it must have been the hair that turned you off. I'll bet you'd look good in them now. Would you like to try?" "All right, my darling." She stepped back and held them out to me. I slowly sat on the edge of the bed and taking them from her I began to slowly pull them up. They felt so nice against my hairless legs as she stood there, naked with a bemused expression on her face watching me. We were approximately the same hip size so the crotch came smoothly up and nestled my balls but my hard-on made it difficult until I pulled it against my belly and allowed the waist band of her lace trimmed, bikini panties to hold it in place. It looked strange with the head of my circumcised cock peeking above the waist band. "They look good on you if you don't mind your penis showing. I'll bet we could order something from a TG web site that will conceal it." Her remark made me realize that she must have been doing some research on transgender accessories, which I should have expected knowing how dedicated she became once started on something. I knew she must have some plan in mind and I wondered with a delicious shiver what she might have in mind. "Now get on the bed you girly girl, and let me fuck you." I quickly got on the bed, spread my legs and pulled my cock and balls through a leg hole of the panties as she climbed on the bed and mounted me. As my cock slid inside her I moaned and tried to imagine that it was her cock inside me. "I know my girly girl that this isn't the same as being truly fucked like a girl but would you like me to get a dildo and really fuck you?" "Oh yes my darling. I want to be really fucked by you. I dream about you inside me and giving me your cum." "Then I guess I'll get one and make your dreams cum true." "Oh, thank you, my darling. That would be so nice. I want to belong to you and be your love." "I know you do and I want to make you my love very soon." We fucked after that and she had me clean her out afterward. I felt so thankful to that I was able to please her with three orgasms before I had my own. She then put the little vibrator in my ass and I came again. Later in the shower as I knelt submissively under the stream of water I ate her again to another orgasm as she clutched my head to her groin. "Oh, I love this." she moaned. We are so compatible in our new roles and its so satisfying that I don't feel we ever want to go back to our previous life." I could only agree by nodding. ++++++++++++ To be continued... Loving Wife Ch. 02 Eleanor stared at the young black man who had become her night in shining armor in this strange land of casual sex, rotund naked women who orgasmed in front of half a dozen strangers and god only knew what else. His words filtered through her muddled brain, was she ready for the rest of the tour? No, no she was not. But having come this far in the charade she knew that the best choice, the only real choice was to see it through to the end. But for the life of her, hell on her children's lives, she could not force words out her dry and tight throat. There were no words for the things that she had witnessed in the brief time since she left the safety of that changing room. She sighed, how appropriate that it was called the changing room. She felt know as if walking out those doors had changed her forever. She would never see herself, her husband or even the world in quite the same way again. Everything was changing and it felt like she once on that horrid amusement park ride the Tilt-a-wheel. The only thing keeping her on her feet was the deep chocolate brown hand on her elbow. And determination that she would never again allow Stan to debase and degrade her. If Ann in all her round glory could see herself as beautiful then so too would she...somehow. So she simply looked up at her makeshift guide and nodded her head as bravely as she could. "That's my girl," Ray smiled down at her with those pure white teeth against dark skin. His eyes flashed and he wrapped that arm possessively about her waist once more. She again saw the tight flashes of anger from Stan and this man's partner, Tricia. But what the two of them did not know, what she and her savior did, was that the arm about her waist was the only thing keeping her standing at the moment. Ray drew them out of the room and they headed down the long dark corridor once more. Ray motioned to a closed door and turned the knob, "This is the private chamber. Better known as Ann and Herb's bedroom. It is kept locked but occasionally they allow certain people to party in there privately." He looked at her husband smugly, "Especially for newbies. First timers often find the more public areas too daunting." Eleanor might have asked him more about that room except for the very naked and round man that walked down the hall towards them, "Excuse me," he said as he tried to squeeze past the small group that clogged the hallway like plague in arteries. If she had been shocked to see Ann's nakedness, Eleanor was mortified to see only her second completely naked man...ever. She and Stan had been high school sweethearts. She had surrendered her virginity to him and over the years had been a faithful and loyal wife. Sure her e-reader was full of erotic romances, porn for women, with half naked buff guys like her make shift tour guide. But until that moment Stan had been the only man she had seen naked. But as shocked and mortified as Eleanor was, she could not make herself look away. The man was old, sixty at least. His head shone even in the dimly lit hallway. It was the chrome dome that the thinning and receding hairline of her husband would become over time. What held her rapt attention though was the paunch about the man's middle. He looked like he was eleven months pregnant and would burst any minute. His stomach was so large it was if it was an awning or overhang for the shriveled limp penis that looked to be only slightly larger than a child's. She turned her head quickly before the man noticed her looking at his...thingy. She caught the smug look upon her husband's face. She could almost read his mind...that this man would be no competition for the women's attentions. She felt sick once more at his callous smugness. What Stan failed to see was his future, in another twenty years he would almost certainly be this man. Same blonde hair gone forever. Same once tight abs turned to bloated wasteland. Same... Her thoughts were cut short as Ray smiled and extended his hand in greeting to the man, "Herb, my man. How are you tonight? I was just showing a couple of newbies around. Your beautiful wife gave them quite a performance too in the toy room." The man took his hand and chuckled. The sound of that deep rumble reminded Eleanor of Santa Claus. She blushed as she watched his belly 'shake like a bowlful of jelly.' "Damned machine. How's a man to compete with something like that? I swear if it wasn't so damned expensive and such a big draw around here, it would succumb to a accident while I packed it away. Although why I bother is beyond me. The damned woman just pulls it out of the cupboard. Very damned day." His words might sound harsh but the mirth and self-deprecating humor that was behind them softened them. Ray slapped the man on the back, "If it helps, she reminded me that not even I could compete with the damned thing." The man's belly once more shook, "Thanks. I needed that. So introduce me to your friends." Ray smiled and bowed at the waist, reinforcing Eleanor's view of him as a knight in shining armor. "This lovely young lady is Elle. Like most first timers, she is a bot overwhelmed with it all." Eleanor smiled as the man nodded and took her hand, "Don't worry, sweet cheeks, we don't bite." He winked and gave her a bit of a lecherous grin as he finished up, "Unless you ask us to...very nicely." She was not sure whether to laugh, look shocked or run at the man's bold words. Stan saved her from having to make a choice as he tired of being ignored and cleared his throat loudly. Ray shook his head and added "This is her husband, Mac, is it?" Eleanor smiled at the twitch in the corner of her husband's mouth. She knew its meaning well. He was pissed. Twice now, he had practically been ignored by the young man, treated as nothing more than an after thought. While his dowdy wife was center stage, not only with the younger and hotter black man, but just about every male in this place. Oh, Stan received more than his fair share of glances from the women as well. Next to the young stud that was her guide for the evening it seemed, her husband still retained enough of his former glory to attract the second glances of more than his share of the women. The problem was that none of those women seemed to be enough of a trade up from her 'average soccer mom' appearance. She had the distinct feeling that this evening was proving more than a disappointment to her husband. He made no effort to hide that fact either as he ignored the hand that the man held out towards him, "What's down that way?" he asked pointedly. Herb shrugged his shoulders and forced a smile, evidently her husband was not the first rude newcomer that the man had dealt with. "The public playroom is at the end of the hall on your right. The semi-private one is on your left," the man turned pointedly to Ray and added, "Don't forget to knock first and wait for permission before you go in." Ray nodded and smiled, "You know it, old man." The man turned back towards her one more and smiled. She was struck by two things: the genuineness of that smile and how comfortable this man was in his aging body. She smiled, he and his wife were truly good people. People that under different circumstances she would enjoy getting to know better. "Enjoy yourself, pretty lady. If you need anything that the young stud can't help you with just find me or Ann." Turning towards Tricia, his smile tightened, "Always nice to see you too, lovely. But I need to run and grab more wipes from the cupboard. That crowd in the public room are giving new meaning to the term...sweating up the sheets." Eleanor tried her best not to let the shock show on her face but from the gentle squeeze on her elbow, she figured that she had failed. She recovered as quickly as she could though and smiled at the older man, "Thank you." As the man pushed past them, Ray took charge once more, "How about we go see what they are getting up to in the public room then?" Eleanor once more fought her natural inclination to run screaming from the place. She swallowed that lump in her throat that had not gone away since they dropped the children at her mother's for the night. So far tonight she had watched another woman orgasm...on a fucking machine no less...and seen the second bare cock of her life. How much worse could it get? The answer was the choked gasped as Ray stepped back and ushered her into the huge, bare room on the right at the end of the hall. Only his solid arm about her waist kept her standing as she took in what could only be described as an orgy. A dozen or so bodies were strewn about the floor, most of them completely naked, although a few of the women like herself hid imperfections in corsets or teddies. Eleanor could not stop the audible gasp as the hand about her tightened. He bent low and under the guise of kissing her cheek whispered, "Breath," once more. She forced air through her nose and open mouth as she studied the sight before her more closely. She noticed that there were only three or four women among the group. Most of them had two and sometimes three partners. And the acts that they were performing was well beyond the scope of her comfort level. One woman lay on her back sprawled in the middle of a king sized mattress on the floor. One man was humping away between her spread legs like a mad man. Another knelt at her head, his hard cock disappearing and reappearing between the smiling lips of the woman's mouth. Oh my god, the woman was smiling. Even more shocking was the fact that two more men knelt on either side of her as she stroked their semi-erect penises. "Oh yeah baby, suck his cock. Make him shoot his load in that sweet little mouth of yours. Oh yeah, Rachel, I'm gonnna come..." the man between her legs panted and moaned. The woman allowed the other man's cock to pop from between her lips as she lifted her head and answered him, "Yeah baby, that's it. Fill my hot cunt with your load. I know how much you like watching your sweet little wife suck another man's cock. Come on baby...fuck my pussy good!" The man growled and plunged even deeper as his whole body shook with his orgasm. Eleanor blushed and tried to look away but she could not. She had just watched a second person orgasm this evening. This time a man. A man other than her husband. Her mind shattered into millions of fragments that she feared she could never superglue back together. But what disgusted her most was the look of smug satisfaction upon her husband's face. "Now things are getting good," he whispered as he turned to her. "See some wives know what turns a man on." Once more Ray proved her savior as he laughed and replied, "Really? Hey man I would not have taken you for a cuckold but whatever floats your boat." The color drained from her husband's face at his words, "What do you mean cuckold? Looks plenty consensual and equal to me?" Before her new friend could respond the woman on the floor looked at the man, her face contorted in pure dominance as she commanded, "Now clean up the mess you made. You know how much I hate it when your little bitty, teensy wincey dick does that in me. Get it nice and clean too because others are waiting to use your hole. But don't worry, I'll make sure that they leave plenty of juicy mess for you to clean up later when I ride your pathetic face." Eleanor found it hard not to gloat as she watched what little color was left in Stan's face drain completely way at the woman's words. Ray compounded it when he added, "That's probably the first time this year that she had allowed him to fuck her. She must be feeling really generous too. Letting him go before her other lovers. Wonder whatever has gotten into the woman." She suppressed a shiver at the strong words of her surprising hero for the evening. Even knowing that he meant them to shock her husband did nothing to soften them. How could a wife...a woman that had promised to love, honor and cherish...do that to a man? What about the cleave only unto him? But then Eleanor blushed as she looked around her. Yes, what of those words that she had spoken to this man? That he had promised to her. Yet here they were. Were they really any different from the people all around them? Did she have any right whatsoever to stand in judgment of this woman? She, who had been bullied and desperate enough to do what her husband wanted...even when she knew it was not right for her? Watching the couple before her, she saw the interplay of something that she personally could not fathom as the man bent first to kiss his wife's lips...lips that had only a moment before been wrapped around another man's cock. The woman lovingly caressed his cheek and said, "Good boy." Then she forced his head down between her spread thighs as she returned to sucking the other man's cock, except this time it was three cocks that were pressed towards her open mouth as she alternated back and forth between them all. Eleanor would have left then, except for the hand that grasped her wrist from the other side. Strong fingers wrapped around her and tugged her in another direction. She looked down to see another man, not much older than she and Stan, perhaps as handsome even as her husband. At least he was smiling up at her, whereas her husband only scowled now. "Hey, pretty lady, care to join us? My girlfriend has always fancied another woman," he smiled as if his words were a proper introduction. And perhaps in this place they were sufficient? She looked down to discover that the woman in question was indeed smiling back at her. She was a bit younger with wild long dark hair framing an almost pixie face. She was a couple of sizes larger than Eleanor although no where near as rotund as their hostess had been. Curvy would be the best description. And the girl was dressed to accentuate her positives. Like Eleanor she wore a corset that was tightly threaded to minimize her waistline while making the most of her wide hips. But this girl's corset was the under bust type that left her large pendulous breasts fully exposed. Again Eleanor was shocked to find herself wondering if they were as soft as they looked. What would it feel like to touch them? To suck on them as she herself enjoyed having hers suckled upon. Except that once he had rounded home base and taken her virginity, Stan had instantly forgotten how much his wife enjoyed that type of foreplay. And once the babies had come and she had chosen to breast feed them, her tits became no fly zones, completely off limits as it were. There was something shy and innocent in the girl's face that belied the situation in which they found themselves. For an instant, Eleanor wondered if this girl too had been bullied into coming to this place. But the gentle way that she caressed her lover's arm as she whispered something into his ears, her eyes never leaving Eleanor's as she spoke told her that this woman though she might be younger would never allow herself to be manipulated as she had been. Eleanor's respect for the woman grew. The man smiled and nodded at whatever his lover was saying. Then he turned back towards them and added, "Just the two of you, of course. Some girl-on-girl action. We could even see if the semi-private room is available." Eleanor wanted to laugh as the man almost blushed as he added, "Of course, if you don't mind if us guys watch...you know...watch and..." he stammered. Eleanor did not how to respond to this couple. Not without offending them. And she was almost certain that by these standards their request was more than polite. She would not want to hurt their feelings. Once more Ray stepped up to her rescue, "Thanks, Nick. I am sure that the lady will think about it. But she and her husband are newbies. I am just giving them a tour of the place. Let her look around a bit, get her sea legs perhaps. We will probably end the tour in the hot tub later if you want to join us and talk more about it. But I am sure you remember how overwhelming it felt to be fresh meat, Amanda," he added, smiling at the young woman. She reached up a hand and laced her fingers through Eleanor's, giving them a light squeeze. "Sure, sugar, take your time. We can just chat if you want. We came here twice before I even had the guts to take off my bikini top in the hot tub. No pressure." Eleanor smiled at her and thought once more how much she might like to get to know her better...in other circumstances. Ray bent and kissed the other woman's cheek before returning to her side. "See you two later maybe. I'm going to take them over to the semi-private room. See if anything is happening in there that they don't mind sharing. Later," he nodded to the whole room, most of whom did not even bother to look up from their various sex acts. Eleanor steeled herself for whatever lay behind the door across the hallway. If these people could so easily copulate and cavort without thought for what others saw...what could be so intimate that it warranted closed doors? She asked herself as she noted the tight, angry expressions on her husband's and Tricia's faces. The other woman slunk up next to them, lacing her arms through Ray's on the other side as she smiled, "Why, sweetheart, it is a good thing I am not a jealous woman. The way you shower all these other women with your attention and kisses." Her words might say one thing, but the tight way that she held herself gave a very different message. Ray smiled at Eleanor and winked, "The green eyed monster is so unbecoming in a place like this. Don't you agree, Mark?" Eleanor was tempted to laugh as she watched her husband's mouth twitched at the corner once more. Oh yes, this night was proving way more interesting than she had thought it would. In that moment she was very grateful to the young knight for charging to her rescue and keeping her from running from this place. Very interesting indeed, she thought. "Shall we check out the other room then, Ray?" she smiled conspiratorially. Loving Wife Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This is a story of fantasy and fiction. It is not about any known situation or person. You should be 18 or older to read it. Acknowledgment: The author wishes to thank Beautiful Midnight for editing and providing support for this story. Introduction: Bob goes deeper into a loving relationship of submission and femininity as his wife gains more dominance. * After our shower she had me put on a pair of her panties to wear under my male clothes. It felt so good that my cock peeped out of the waistband all day. The rest of that Sunday we relaxed and went for a walk in the park holding hands. I whispered in her ear, "I adore you." She squeezed my hand and smiled at me. I felt so loved and people going by recognized our love and smiled. Returning home we had a light dinner and relaxed on the sofa. She sat and I laid down with my head on her lap watching a movie on HBO. After the movie she had me get up and after lifting her skirt and pulling off her panties she scooted her ass over to the edge of the sofa and without a word pointed to her cunt. I recognized her need and was more than happy to service her in the way she enjoyed. I fell on my knees and pushed my face between her wide spread thighs and for the next half hour drove her to two orgasms with my tongue. She kept running her fingers through my hair as I worked and telling me how good I was getting at giving oral pleasure and jokingly (I hoped) that she might rent me out. It was almost as big a turn-on for me as it was for her and I loved pleasuring her without cumming myself. After I finished she told me I could masturbate if I wanted. I thought it was a strange she would offer to do this but as I headed toward the bathroom she said, "No, here in front of me. I want to be able to control your orgasms." I hesitated, "I don't know whether I can do it in front of you." "Go ahead and try." "Yes, my darling." Standing in front of her I pulled down my pants and panties. I clasped my hard-on and began working it with my head back. It felt so erotic to be doing this in front of her at her request knowing I was under her control and would do anything she wanted. "Cum for me, you sweetheart, I want to see your cum squirt into your hand, then I'll know you're my sissy." Her words inflamed me and within a few minutes I my cock was pulsing in an uninhibited orgasm and I filled the palm of my hand. "Very good sissy. Look at all that cum. Doesn't it look good? Why don't you lick it up for me?" I looked down at my hand with foreboding. The puddle of translucent cum didn't look appetizing at all and I hesitated. I noticed she had her hand on her cunt frigging herself as she watched me with a smile on her face. It felt so erotic to be controlled and I felt my libido rising again. "Go ahead sissy. Swallow it down. Be my cum eater. You've already had cream pie." Yes, my darling." Slowly I brought my hand up to my mouth and began to lick up the cum. The taste was salty but not bad and the odor was fishy. It seemed to coat the inside of my mouth in slime. When I finished swallowing I noticed her body stiff in a self induced orgasm. "That was so erotic to watch you do that. Let me see." she gasped as she relaxed back onto the sofa. I bent down to showed her my empty palm and she grabbed my head and kissed me; forcing her tongue into my mouth and tasting the cum. "Oh god." she said as she released me. "I can't get enough of controlling you." "Thank you, my darling." "Now come to bed. Its back to work tomorrow and I have some things to do to get ready for next weekend." I finished undressing and went to get into bed as I normally slept nude. "Wait." she told me. "Put this on." as she handed me a shorty, diaphanous night gown similar to the one she was wearing. "I think you'll find it very comfortable and exciting." "Yes, my darling." I responded as I slipped it over my head. It only came down to my pubes and left my cock hanging below it. She was right, I was immediately excited by the feel and exposure it provided and quickly grew an erection. "I see you're excited already. Hope you can get to sleep." she told me as she rolled over with a giggle and went to sleep. She was right again. I didn't get to sleep for a long time. The feel of the night gown material against my skin was exquisite and I kept thinking that we seem to be moving deeper and deeper into my fantasies. When should we stop? ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The week dragged by again, she would only let me give her oral sex and I spent several sleepless nights with a raging hard-on. She didn't show any mercy at my distress and made sure I wore panties everyday. They didn't help the situation at all. On Wednesday I went back to the salon and had another treatment to remove some more of the hairs that had returned after the first treatment. Alice let me wear my men's boxers for this occasion and I really missed the feel of the panties against my skin and sex. Nancy was amused at how I couldn't seem to get rid of my hard-on during the treatment. She finally had to put a bag of ice on it to get it out of the way. I was really beginning to enjoy my hairless body and wondered sometimes how I would explain it if I ever had to disrobe in front of others. Would I appear 'pussy whipped' if I told them the truth; that my wife liked me that way? I also had my facial hair removed which Alice had approved after talking it over with her. On Thursday a notice came that the post office had a large package addressed to my wife and she asked me to pick it up on Friday but under no circumstances was I to open it. That really got me excited in anticipation of the weekend ahead and what the box contained. I knew they were related. When she got home from work on Friday evening I had our usual glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table in the living room and the box sitting next to her chair. Looking at the box she told me, "You can take that up to the spare room. I'll open it after dinner. You're going to love what I have for you." My cock lurched in response and I had a hard time getting dinner and eating after taking the box upstairs. All the time she was smiling at me in a strange way. While I was clearing away the dishes after dinner and cleaning the kitchen she went upstairs after telling me to stay down until she called me to come upstairs. About an hour later I got the call and with some trepidation I ascended the stairs but my cock was swollen in my panties. Arriving upstairs I found her dressed in her robe which was secured at the neck and to the bottom which made it impossible to discern what, if anything, she was wearing underneath. "I want you to get undressed and go into the bathroom." "Yes my darling." I responded as I quickly removed my clothes and entered the bathroom naked where I noticed a large enema bottle hanging next to the toilet. "Sit on the toilet and insert the nozzle into your pussy. You need a good cleaning out before we proceed and I want you to do it every time before we have sex from now on." "Yes, my darling." I sat down and grabbed the nozzle, shaped like a small penis, while turning to look at her in anticipation she'd leave while I gave myself an enema but she just stood there watching. I saw she wasn't going to leave so I slowly inserted the nozzle in my anus. It felt erotic to put a penis shaped object in my ass, even though its size was not typical. She reached for the flow control valve. "Are you ready?" "Yes, my darling." I nodded and she opened the valve which immediately began to allow warm water to begin filling my rectum and bowels. The filling went on for some time and I was getting very uncomfortable. I began to grit my teeth and a sweat broke out on my forehead when she finally halted the flow. "Hold it till I tell you to go." "Yes, my darling." I gasped out in great distress. For what seemed like hours, but was probably five minutes, she had me hold it in my distended abdomen when she finally said, "Remove the nozzle and let it go." The nozzle was quickly pulled and there was an explosion in the toilet bowl below me as I released the pressure in my bowels. When I was empty She repeated the procedure again, this time making me hold the water an even longer time The pain was almost unbearable but I knew she was testing me and my love for her. "I'm glad to see you can follow orders." she told me as I released the second time. "You're going to make such a sissy slut. You want to be my sissy slut don't you sweetheart?" Oh yes, my darling." She bent down and kissed me fiercely; driving her tongue deep into my mouth. "Oh god! You turn me on so much. I want to eat you up." "Yes, my darling." "Now get up and bend over the sink; putting you're head on it. I'll be right back." "Yes, my darling." I responded as I followed her directions. With my body bent over and my head on the sink I watched out of the corner of my eye as she returned with several items in her hand. She took one of them and removed an end cap from a tube I recognized as KY jelly and she began to apply some to my anus. Then she took more and applied it to a cylindrical object in her hand. She then put the tube down and took the cylindrical object and placed the rounded end against my anus. "Now this is supposed to go in the first time with some discomfort so just grit your teeth." "Yes, my darling." She had said, "first time" so I guess I'll be using this again I thought as she began to press it into me. "Ugh', I grunted as it stretched my sphincter ring but she kept pressing as the ring expanded and then the end was inside and finally the device was imbedded in my ass stretching the ring. It gave me a feeling of fullness as though I had a big turd stuck in me but it was also pleasurable.. "Now stand up. How does that feel?" "Nice, my darling." "Good, let's get dressed and go for a walk. I want you to get used to something in your pussy." 'Pussy.' This confirmed to me that we would be engaging in anal sex. I was getting more excited. Here's something else I want you to wear." she said as she handed me a pair of pink, lace trimmed panties and it wasn't till after I had them on that I found they were crotch less. We finished dressing in our sweats and I noticed she didn't wear her bra so that her breasts swung freely under the heavy material of her shirt. I was in a state of extremely enhanced libido as we walked along in the park holding hands. My ass was being pleasured with the plug and I tried to walk normally but kept swinging my hips and clenching my ass to enhance the sensations down there. I was almost walking like a woman. Additionally, I felt exposed as my cock and balls swung back and forth through the crotch less panties and my semi hard-on was pushing out the front of my sweats but she wouldn't let me tuck it back inside. I was embarrassed to note people we met staring at my crotch. "How does that feel?" she smirked as we strolled along. "Oh my darling, it feels so erotic but I'm so embarrassed. Can we go back home?" I whispered in her ear. "Not yet you slut. I want to keep you horny today." "What do you have in mind?" "You'll find out and maybe we'll find out how much of a slut you are." "Oh god, I may cum any minute." "Just keep walking you sissy, you've got a nice sashay in your ass. You need to practice it anyway." "What for?" "All in good time, my dear husband." We continued our walk and I was proud to be holding hands as though we belonged together because several men we met ogled her chest and her bobbling breasts. I figured if they were looking at her breasts they might not notice my erection. Later, when we arrived home she took me to the bedroom again. "OK, now take off the sweats and the panties. I'm going to let you wear something else around the house this afternoon." As I undressed she went into the spare room and came back with two small packages which she commenced to unwrap. The first one seemed to consist of an array of straps which turned out to be a garter belt. She quickly wrapped it around my waist and buckled it. "Now put these on." she told me as she handed me a packet of dark, nylon stockings. I looked at them and then at her. "Gosh, this is getting a little much isn't it?" She looked down at my erection jutting out stiffly from my groin, "I really don't think you have a problem with it do you?" In response I unwrapped the stockings and unfolded them. "Let me help you." she said and showed me how to gather them to the toe and roll them up my leg. When I was finished She attached the stockings to the garter belt and said, "You look so sexy." "I don't know about that." I said looking down at my legs. "If you don't believe me go look in the mirror over there but don't look at you're face." I did and she was right. If I discounted everything above my waist and my erection I would think I was looking at a woman's body. My thighs were soft and full, my knees small, my legs were hairless and had graceful lines and I had a nice ass. I looked pretty sexy down there. "Wow!!" I exclaimed. "Not bad. I'm getting aroused just looking at myself." "I told you so and with high heels you'd really look fabulous." "High heels? We're going all out aren't we?" "Yes dear husband. I've got great plans for you I think you're really going to love. It goes right along with your submissiveness too." "Should I be worried, my darling wife?" "Maybe, but I think you can trust me." "I do, that's why I'm not going to be concerned." "OK, let's go one step further here and put this on." She reached under the bed and pulled out a box which she opened and unfolded a waist clincher. "Hold still and I'll put it on you." she told me as she wrapped it around me and attached in the back.. Then she started pulling in the draw strings until I was staring to gasp for breath then she stopped and secured it. "I can hardly breath." "The directions say you will get used to it and it really gives you a nice female shape." "How long before I get used to it?" "A couple of weeks or so. We'll see as we go along. It would be faster if you could wear it everyday but that wouldn't work as you go to work five days a week. It might be a little embarrassing to wear it there." "You're right about that." I gasped as I looked in the mirror again. My whole lower body was now transformed. I had female hips and legs and if it weren't for my erection below the garter belt I'd swear I was looking at a female. "Now, slip these on." she said as I continued to gaze at myself in the mirror. I turned and she was holding out a pair of 4" heels in black patent leather. "Wow," I exclaimed. "What else do you have hidden away?" "You'll find out. Now sit on the bed and put them on. I think they'll fit you OK. You're only a man's size 8 so it wasn't too hard to find a woman's shoe to fit you." Slipping on the shoes I found them to be a reasonably good fit except the pointed toes seemed tight. I stood up on them and it took a few minutes to adjust my balance but eventually I took a few hesitant steps to the mirror. Again I was dumfounded at the sexy look I portrayed and noted there was no diminishing of my hard-on. "I want you to wear those items the rest of the weekend except when you go to bed at night of course. I want you to learn to be comfortable wearing them." "Of course, my darling. I'm not going to ask why either." "Good, now you can wear my satin robe while you're moving around the house this weekend. I'm going to get you one of your own to wear." "Thank you, my darling." I slipped on the robe and luxuriated at the silky feel of the robe on my skin. I looked very feminine and as I carefully made my way down stairs in my female attire I felt feminine too. That afternoon I worked around the house vacuuming, dusting and doing the laundry trying to get used to the shoes, stockings and clincher and by the end of the day I was making some progress. As I was preparing dinner Alice told me, "I'm pleased with the progress your making. You're taking right to it. Maybe I can add some more tomorrow." "Yes, my darling." I was becoming game for anything she wanted to do. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That night she took me to bed and had me leave the garter belt, stockings and waist clincher on as she mounted me. I felt like squealing in ecstacy as her cunt slammed down on my cock and I bucked my hips to meet her. "Fuck me darling, fuck me!" I moaned as she pounded away on me. "I'm fucking you sissy. I'm fucking you." I wrapped my stockinged legs around her like girl and spread my legs as wide as I could to allow maximum penetration. I wanted to give myself to her so badly and to be her love. To pleasure her more I reached up with my mouth and began to suckle a nipple. Her response was a loud moan and her body stiffened as she orgasmed. I clung tightly to her as waves of sensation swept through her and she shuddered and cried out. When she finally sagged down onto me I kissed her mouth gently and continued to hold her tightly on top of me with my arms. "That was great." she whispered in my ear. "Almost the best ever. We're really getting good at this. I have a secret thing for girls and seeing you in those clothes and what they do for you really got me worked up." "I didn't know you had a thing for girls my darling." "I'll tell you about it someday, dear." "Yes, my darling." I was puzzled. This was the first time she had mentioned anything about other women. Sitting up astraddle me with my cock still rigid inside her she continued, "You didn't cum did you?" "No, my darling. You didn't tell me I could." "I'm glad I don't have to spank you any more. This time I have a reward for you." "A reward?" "Yes, wait a few minutes; I'll be right back." she said as she got off me and left me in the bedroom. A few minutes later she came back wearing a robe and when she got near the bed she threw it off her shoulders to reveal that she was wearing a strap-on dildo. It was about the same diameter as my cock but quite a bit longer. "Well slut, I think its time you became a real woman and lose your cherry." I gasped at the realistic look and size of it and noticed it was double ended with one end already inside her. "Roll over slut. I want to prepare your pussy." Not sure what she meant I slowly rolled over on my stomach and she pulled the butt plug out with a loud plop. I felt suddenly empty. She then took a tube of KY and squirted a large glob on my anus (pussy) and then coated the end and shaft of the dildo. "Now my little slut roll over on your back again and bring your knees up to your shoulders. It will give me full access to your pussy but the part I like is I can watch your face when I fuck you." "Yes, my darling." I responded as I turned over on my back with some apprehension and slowly brought my knees up as far as I could toward my shoulders. This brought my pussy up such that she could have access to it, but she added a pillow under my ass to make me more accessible. "Now we're ready." she said as she climbed on the bed and got in position opposite my upturned ass. Placing the simulated cock head against my pussy she smiled down at me and said, "Here it comes slut. I'm going to be your butch and you're going to be my bitch when I'm done here." She leaned forward on her knees and I felt the the head start to stretch my sphincter ring and I held my breath expecting some pain with the entry. Thankfully, prestretching by the butt plug and the KY allowed an easy entry and the head slipped easily inside. She continued pushing; watching my face with a smile as the shaft slowly filled me up. Loving Wife Ch. 03 Eleanor watched as Ray, her impromptu guide and savior in this strange new world knocked lightly at the closed door. She felt more than a bit like Alice in Wonderland. What rabbi hole had she fallen down when she agreed to her husband Stan's demands that they go to a swingers club? The faithful, loving wife and mother who had only ever had sex with her husband had in less than one hour watched an obese, older woman ride a fucking machine to what looked like an orgasmic nirvana that Eleanor had never dreamt existed. She had seen her second full naked man... cock and all. She had watched as a woman performed oral sex... on three men... while her husband obediently cleaned his come out of her... so the other men could... She had even been propositioned... by another woman? Eleanor was not certain what to expect on the other side of that closed door but she knew in her heart that no matter what happened this night she would never again be the same. And neither would her marriage. She looked over at the man who had been her high school sweetheart. For the first time, she saw him... really saw him. Not the handsome, football star and hero that she had married, but the aging, bitter man he was becoming, trying to capture even a fleeting moment of excitement and glory... and failing. All she felt was... pity. The door opened a crack and a middle aged man smiled at Ray, "Hey, Ray, you come to join the party?" Ray shook his dark head, "Not exactly man. I got a couple of newbies here and giving them a tour. Anything happening in there that you wouldn't mind sharing?" The man gave their small group a once-over, "I'll check," he replied before closing the door. Ray turned back to her a gave that same conspiratorial smile that he had a dozen time that night. It was odd that this man whom she had just met was more understanding and protective than the man who had been her lover and husband for so many years. And that was something which she knew she would have to take time to process... lots of time. And what it said about her marriage and future. The door opened once more and the man stood back, "My girls said it would be all right, Ray... because it was you." Ray shook the man's hand, "Thanks, my friend. I promise we won't disturb the scene." The scene as Ray called what was happening on the bed was a woman, Eleanor could not tell how old exactly as her face was covered with a hood of some sort, and she was tied to the bed... spread eagle. And two other women were on either side of her. They were kissing ad teasing her. Their hands moving over her full curves. The woman was moaning and shivering. Eleanor was once again shocked to discover how curious she was about this lesbian show... and how excited it made her. What would it feel like to be that woman? Blindfolded, tied down and helpless as other women toyed and played with you. Would they know how to touch you better? Where? Just the right amount of pressure and perfect timing to ensure maximum pleasure? It was not something that Eleanor had ever thought about... being with another woman. But the tingling wetness between her legs told her it would be in the future... a favorite fantasy to masturbate too when Stan was too busy to notice her or had failed to give her the pleasure she needed before taking his own. Over the years, she had read her books. Men would probably be shocked by the stuff in those trashy romances, especially these days... bondage, toys, and yes, even threesomes. But almost always the threesomes were with two men. In fact she had never read one with a woman before. She wondered why? Because what she saw before her was perhaps the hottest, most sensual thing that she had ever seen. In fact, she had to force herself to remain standing where she was... to not go to that bed and join the other women. But if what she had seen before was enticing what happened next was mind blowing. One of the woman moved over on the bed between the woman's open thighs. Eleanor found herself sucking on air, trying to breathe as anticipation surged and coursed through her. But the other woman was in no hurry. She softly trailed her fingers up and down her friend's inner thighs. Never touching the woman where it mattered most. Oh, she came close, so close, but for several long minutes, an eternity it seemed, she fastidiously avoided the woman's shaved pussy. Pussy? It was a word that Eleanor rarely used... even in her own mind. It was raw and dirty somehow. Even though some of her racier books freely used words like pussy and cock... and worse, Eleanor had just always found them... offensive. But somehow that seemed the only right word, the appropriate one in this case... the woman's bare, glistening wet, pink, open pussy. Eleanor was lost in her thoughts... in the live sex show that was playing out before her. If other things she had witnessed this night were shocking, this was... accelerating. Her whole body felt alive. Her skin tingled and her own nipples pebbled within the confines of the too tight corset. She felt the moisture in her own pussy, cunt even, begin to trickle into her thong. She could not remember the last time that she had been so turned on. Perhaps never? Now the third woman was licking and sucking her friend's tits. They were on the small side actually but she had stunningly hard, big nipples that were a darker brown than you would expect on such fair skin. They were so hard as the woman suck and blew, twisted and pinched with her fingers, that you could even see the tiny oil glands that formed bumps around her areola. The woman was moving and writhing on the bed as her friends continued to toy with her. Eleanor blushed as she noticed the man watching her. The man that had let them in the room... and Ray. But her husband... his eyes were glued to the women on the bed. Not that she could blame him. It was a very enticing sight. On that her own gaze returned to. Just in time too as the woman between her thighs changed positioned once more. Instead of kneeling, she now lay flat on her stomach, her face just inches from the woman's shaved pussy. Then she placed the palm of her hand on her friend's bare mound, used her fingers to spread the woman's inner lips open. Eleanor could actually see the pinkish inside of the woman. Her clitoris stood at the top of her opening, like a guard at attention, like a tiny cock even. And the woman's inner folds were spread enough that she could almost see the wetness seeping out of her. Just as her own was flooding her panties and trickling down her thighs. The two women who were torturing her looked at one another and smiled. It was some silent form of communication as the other woman begged and pleaded with them for more. And they gave it to her. The one nipping and biting at her nipples as the other plunged her tongue between the woman's wet folds. Eleanor gasp but no one could hear her over the moans coming from the woman as her friends worked her body over... right. Hands, mouths and mostly importantly minds all combined to pleasure and torture her. Eleanor could see the woman's body reddening, her breathing becoming more shallow, gasps for air. She could watch the tension building, strumming like some ancient, primal melody through her body. She felt her own dancing in time to the same tune. But she did not have four hands and two mouths working to stimulate her senses so she was doomed to remain... on the edge. Aroused as she never had been before but with no relief in sight. "Sexy, ain't it?" was the deep, dark whisper against her ear. "Do you know standing this close I can smell how aroused you are? Your husband is a fool." His words caressed her mind even as his hot breath caressed the skin next to her ear. For a split second she thought she felt his lips and tongue against her neck, but then it was gone. The woman screamed. The loudest, most blood curdling sound that Eleanor had ever heard. Even with the bedroom closed, she knew that everyone in the house could hear as the woman reached orgasm. Hell, as loud as she was, Eleanor would surprised if one of the neighbors did not call the police. But the thing was that this scream was not in fear or pain... it was pure pleasure. A powerful release unlike anything that Eleanor could even imagine... but she knew that she would be trying to in the weeks and months to come as she played alone with herself while Stan snored. After the woman's body finished convulsing, the room fell silent as her two lovers caressed and kissed her softly. There was something so... intimate, so loving in it that it seemed so out of place. The man who had opened the door for them was the first to break the silence, though even he kept his voice low, "You are welcome to take her place, beautiful. I am sure that my girls would not mind the chance to taste fresh meat," his eyes ran up and down her lush curves until Eleanor felt more naked than clothed. But before she could politely decline, Stan spoke up, "She ain't playing, if I can't join too." Eleanor had never been so ashamed in her life as both Ray and the man turned to glare at him. It was clear that these men found his petulant behavior as distasteful as she did. But the older man managed a polite if strained smile when he replied, "I am sorry if you misunderstood but this is girl time. The women play together here... alone. Even my own role is merely to protect and keep certain unsavory influences away." She could tell from the way that the man said those words, "unsavory influences," that he was referring to Stan. She fought to find her voice then but once more it was her own protector for the night that stepped forward, "It is always a pleasure talking to you, Jay. But I promised the lady a soak in the hot tub. Thank you for allowing us to watch... and thank the ladies too. I know that Elle really enjoyed the show." The man smiled at Ray then stared sternly at Stan. He kissed Tricia's hand before turning to her, "I meant what I said. The ladies would very much welcome your presence to their little group," once more his eyes met Stan's, "under certain conditions." Eleanor felt another hand on her arm then. Painfully tugging her back out of the room. She turned and stared up at the angry mask that her husband's face had become. Did she even know this man? What had her marriage and life become, she wondered, as they stepped back into the hall way. "The hot tub is this way," Ray said calmly as he saw the other man pulling her back down the hall. Stan growled at the man, "We're leaving this freak show of old, fat people making fools of themselves." Eleanor shook her head as tears began to form in her eyes. She had never been so embarrassed in her whole life. She was disgusted, not with these people, not with any of the sex acts that she had witnessed performed in such a public way, things that she personally felt should only be done within the confines of a committed and loving relationship, in the privacy of one's own home. But she was not passing judgment on these people. She was passing judgment upon her husband. The man, who had forced her to come to this place, in order to 'save their marriage' he had promised. The man, who had spent the whole night, seeking out some young, thin, super model type who he considered 'trading up' from his wife. The man that considered himself so much better than these people... more handsome, more fit, more virile. The little boy that when the game did not go just his way decided that he would take his ball and go home. Except that she was that ball. She saw then that she was just another possession to this man. One that was meant to make him look good. And when she no longer fit that bill he would toss her aside and find a new one. He was probably already looking... that was what this was really about. Eleanor was torn... she wanted out of here, yes. Not because of these people though, not because of what happened here, but because of him. She could not look these people in the eye. They had been nothing but nice to her, to them. They did not deserve this. But she also did not want to leave with this... thing. She had never seen him like this... and some part of her actually was afraid. Afraid for herself and her children. But she had not brought her purse with her, she had no money for a cab even. He had said that it would not be wise to take much with them... what if it was stolen. But what had been stolen this night was far more precious to Eleanor. She had lost her innocence. Her belief in her marriage... her husband... and even herself. How could she have not seen what this man was becoming? How could she have slept beside him so many nights and not seen him for the selfish little boy that he was? Perhaps always had been. What did that say about her? But now was not the time or the place to answer those questions. Now was the time to draw some lines. To begin to stand up for herself... for these people... for what was right. "No, Stan, I am not going anywhere with you when you are like this." He glared at her. His face was so red and puffy that for a moment she feared he would burst a blood vessel in his brain and drop where he stood. But she was not that lucky. His hold on her upper arm tightened until she knew that there would be bruises on it tomorrow. "You are my wife and you do what I say. Or did that little lesbo show in there turn you on so much that you have decided you don't want a man anymore? You think I didn't see what a fool you made of yourself in there? You acted just like a whore. A worthless whore that isn't fit to be my wife or the mother to my children." His words stung, landing like physical blows upon her soul, but even then she was not going to back down. These people, this place, this night I stripped off her rose colored glasses and for the first time she saw herself, her marriage, this man for what it was ... pathetic. "A whore? You brought me here. You practically forced me to come with the threat of divorce hanging over my head... and I'm the whore? No, Stan, that little show as you call it did not turn me off men... you have. Not that you ever were one." She saw it coming. He drew back his arm, his fingers curled into a fist. And she cowered, not in fear, because she was determined to survive whatever came. But simply in self-preservation, to minimize the impact. Her only thought was to get to her children. Get through this and get to her mother's. Make sure that they were safe. She closed her eyes and braced herself... but the blow never came. When she finally found the courage to open her eyes a moment later, she saw Stan pushed against the wall. Ray had his arm twisted uncomfortably behind his back. And her husband was cursing and whining like a bully who finally got his comeuppance on the play ground. His girl friend, Tricia, was trying to pull him off, "Come on, Ray. It's not your problem. This is between the man and his wife." Ray turned to her and replied coldly, "No, you are wrong there. It is everyone's problem when he brings his wife into this place, where people are supposed to be safe to do as they please one night a month. It is everyone's problem when he insults my friends, good people. People who have been nothing but polite to him. And it is especially my problem when he insults and physically attacks a decent woman. So yeah baby, yeah it is my problem. So you can either go get Herb and a couple of the other guys to help me escort... Mac or Stan or whoever the fuck he is out of here... or you can get the hell out of my way. What you do is your choice. And frankly my dear I don't give a damn." Tricia stared at her date. Her hands went to her hips and she opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by the arrival of both Herb and the man that had so graciously ushered them into the semi-private room. "What's the problem here?" he asked. Ray looked at the men, "Our friend here does not seem to have read the club contract that he signed cause he has no idea how to play nicely with others." Herb blushed and shook his head, "I am sorry, folks. This is my fault. Ann told me she did not have a good feeling about this one but I did not listen. Should I call the police?" Stan began to struggle and curse in Ray's arms once more, "Call the police? You go ahead. I am sure that they would just love to know about this place." A giant of a man that looked vaguely familiar stuck his head out of the public play room. Eleanor recognized him as one of the men in the orgy with that woman. "Herb, did I hear you call my name?" Herb chuckled, "Not just yet, Sheriff. You go back to your fun. We will let you know if we need you though." The man nodded as he looked her husband up and down as if memorizing him. "All right, it seems you have the situation in hand... and right now somebody else has my 'situation' in her hand... down, woman! But call me if you need me." Eleanor huddled against the wall and watched as it all played out before her like some horribly cheesy movie. Her life was tumbling around her. And she had no idea what to do or say. She wanted to run. She wanted to disappear. Then she was crushed in the warm embrace of a set of large arms. "You boys get that one out of here. And teach him some manners while you are at it. Trying to slap a woman in my house." Ann stared at her husband, "You lucky it is my boys giving you lesson, son. If it was me, I'd sit on your face and smoother you in pussy farts until you were dead. Get this trash out of my sight, Ray." "Yes, ma'am," replied the young black man as he, Herb and the other man pushed and pulled her kicking husband down the hall. "I'll get you for this Eleanor. I'll divorce you and take everything. You'll never see your kids when I tell the judge about this," he shouted. Eleanor blanched as his words encompassed her worst nightmares. Her children were all she had had for so long. "The judge?" mouthed Ann. She burst out laughing then. "You mean County Judge J. Herbert Miller?" She wrapped her arms around Eleanor and pulled her close as she smiled, "Don't forget to give the man one of your business cards, Herb." "You fat, old cunt... I'll get you for this. I'll get all of you," he screamed before a woman passed something to Ray. "Here use these to shut the asshole up. It is probably the first time he's had a pair of wet panties anywhere near his selfish ass." Eleanor recognized her then... or thought so anyway. The woman tied on the bed. And suddenly she was surrounded by half a dozen women all offering her friendship, support and a shoulder to cry on. And yes, those tits were every bit as soft as they looked she discovered as she blubbered her problems onto Ann's ample bosom. At the end of the night, she might not have been any more sexually experienced than she was when she went there, but she had a house full of new friends... some of them very powerful ones too. The Sheriff assured her that he would have a patrol car pass her mother's house every hour for a few days. She had already used Ann's phone to call her mother and tell her that no matter what she was not to let Stan take the children with him. Her mother's only response was... Hallelujah. And the Judge, well, he told her not to worry none about losing her children, even if her case was not on his docket he knew people. And after a good cry on her tits and promises to meet her for coffee in the café later that week, Ann turned her over to Ray who drove her back to her Mama's house... and her children. But it was his final words to her that night which she would hold close to her over the coming months as she fought to re-build her life for herself and her children... "I meant it. Your husband was a fool not to know what a precious gift he had in you." And his lips were just as soft as Ann's tits had been when he pressed a chaste kiss to hers... and just as comforting too. Loving Wife Ch. 03 "How does my slut like it?" "Oh, I like it my darling." I moaned as the pleasure began to mount in my groin. When her thighs contacted my ass cheeks I knew she was all the way in. Then she slowly began to fuck me. Bringing it almost out of my ass then back in again. I felt so submissive and wanted to please her and give her enjoyment like a woman would with her man. "Now this is real fucking." she gasped and I could tell by the flushed look on her face and her rapid breathing she was going to cum soon. I could feel my own libido rising and knew if she kept it up that I would cum without even touching my throbbing erection. "You have my permission to cum if you can slut." "Oh, thank you my darling." "Take it you slut. Take it. Oh god, I'm cumming, cuuummmmmiiinnngggg!!" Astonishingly, I felt my own orgasm being released as she shoved the dildo deep into my ass in the throes of her orgasm. I moaned in ecstacy as I spewed my cum over my hairless chest and abdomen. She collapsed on to me as the the spasms of her orgasm died away. "Oh, my darling. You've made me so happy. Thank you. Thank you." She looked into my eyes and smiled in contentment. "You've made me happy too my love." and bent down and kissed me. That night we spooned together in a deep sleep of contentment. +++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued... Loving Wife Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. It is not intended to represent any existing situation or person. You shouldn't be reading this if you're under 18. Introduction: This is the fourth and last installment of a story about a loving couple and how they filled their individual sexual needs. I woke the next morning and saw her sleeping beside me. Her hair was strewn across the pillow and she was sprawled in a face down position under the blanket. I moved toward her and gently kissed her exposed shoulder. She mustn't have been sleeping too soundly because her eye lids flickered then opened. As her consciousness returned she smiled when she saw me looking at her. "Good morning, dear husband. Did you sleep well?" "Like a log my darling." "Would you like to eat me for breakfast." "Oh yes, my darling." "Its all yours then." she said as she rolled over and threw back the blanket revealing her naked form and close trimmed pubes. Her body was well toned, supple and so very delectable as I knelt between her outstretched legs in my nightie and brought my mouth to her musky sex. The first touch of my tongue to her labia caused her to jerk in response and then she gave a gentle moan as I slipped my tongue inside her and began shoving it in and out of her sex channel. "Oh yes my dear husband. Oh yes!! Eat me, make me cum in your mouth." she told me as she brought her hands to the back of my head and pressed down. "Oh yes. That's doing it. I'm going to cum soon." I moved my tongue up to her clitty and worked it with the tip as I closed my lips around her little sex button. "Oh god!! Yes, oh yes!!" she gasped and thrust her hips up as she pushed down on my head. "I'm cccuuummmmmiiinnnngggg." Her body went rigid as she arched it up and her fluids flowed in to my ready mouth. Then she slowly fell back as her orgasm subsided. Finally, after several minutes her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes and looked down at me. "That's the way a bitch should please her butch every morning." "Thank you my darling. I'll make it a habit to do it." "Oh you sweet husband." she exclaimed as she threw her arms around me. "I don't think I've ever been so happy." "My dearest wife. I'm so glad I found you at last and I would do anything for you." "I know you would my love. I know you would." she responded as we kissed and she slid her tongue into my mouth to taste her juices still lingering there. "Let's have a shower and then I'll take you out for some breakfast. I know a place that makes some delicious waffles." +++++++++++++++++++++++ After breakfast we went for a walk in the quiet of a Sunday morning. Holding hands we talked about where we were heading in our new relationship. We were just wearing sweats and sneakers and underneath our lingerie and my butt plug. "Do you think we could be any happier?" she asked me. "I've got to admit the roles we're following in our sexual relationship has certainly affected the spiritual side of our relationship. I think its made it stronger now that we can expose our fantasies to one another with out embarrassment or ridicule. Right now I have such a strong love for you that I can't breath sometimes when I look at you." "And I you, my dear husband. But how far do we want to go with our fantasies? Do we want to eventually mold you into a full time cross dresser or even put you on hormones? Do we want to bring others into this relationship?" "I'm afraid I would do anything you wanted me to but I recognize we must stay focused together on helping keep this a healthy on-going relationship in everything we do." "Yes, I agree with that. For instance, I think it would be OK if I continued to dress you in feminine clothes for our enjoyment. After all, ", she smirked jokingly, "you are my bitch now and you need to dress correspondingly and seeing you in stockings, garter belt, shoes and lingerie is a big turn on for me." "I love being your bitch." "I know but I don't think I want you on hormones because I need your cock. If we didn't have that we wouldn't have a marriage." "I agree with you on that. See, we've set a limit; no hormones." "What about others in our relationship? What do you feel about that?" "I think it could add a new dimension but there are dangers we should be aware of. STDs would be a big one and I hate to think of anyone else making love to you." "As long as you have that big cock of yours I don't want anyone else and I don't want another woman in bed with you sharing it. "I guess it does but right now I just want your cock in my pussy." "OK, we'll limit others in our relationship and just put another man for you and a woman for me on a back burner for now. But I think I'd really like to see you with another man some day. I'm getting wet just thinking about it." "Who's the slut now?" I laughed and responded, "I don't know whether I could ever submit to a real man anyway but if you wanted it I would have to comply." "We're both sluts my darling and I would never force you to do something that you really didn't want to do unless I thought you'd enjoy it too. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Back home, she directed me in some more in cross dressing. I told her that I didn't think much about the heels I'd worn the day before. They were extremely uncomfortable. She just told me they made my posture and walk more feminine and made me realize what women went through to be attractive and feminine. After putting on the panties, garter belt, stockings, clincher and shoes again she brought out something new. "We're going to put on your new boobies this morning slut." She then proceeded to attach some false breast to my chest with adhesive. They were a size B and fit against me very well so the edges blended into my skin and were very realistic in that they moved provocatively when I did. "I have a solvent for the adhesive so you can take them off before you go to work tomorrow. Now here's your bra. Let me help you put it on today. Next time you have to do it yourself." "Yes, my darling." I responded as she had me bend forward to cup my breasts in the cups and attach the hooks in the back. When she was finished she stood back and looked at me. "Yes, I think we're making progress. How does it feel?" "My chest feels heavy but the bra helps my darling." "If nothing else this will make you more appreciative of what women have to go through. Now before we put a dress on you let's put on your nail polish and makeup." "Yes, my darling." For the next hour she experimented with various skin tones and creams to try to make my face less masculine and acceptably feminine. Finally, she was satisfied and after thinning my eye brows a little, applying nail polish and applying lipstick she announced, "That doesn't look too bad at all. I think you'll pass. Now put this wig on and we'll get the full affect." After putting a mousey brown wig on me she stood back and looked at me from different angles the nodded to herself. She then opened her jewelry box and took out a pair of clip-on earrings and attached them. "There that's better. We can get Nancy to pierce her ears." she said to herself. "Can I look in the mirror now my darling?" "Not till after you're finished dressing. Put this blouse on. Its got a high neck so it will hide your adams apple. Then you can put on this skirt." After I donned the clothes she handed me she said, "I think you look great. Take a look in the mirror." I was stunned at how much like a woman I looked. Reasonably attractive but not brazen or would I stand out in a crowd. I was pleased by the affect she'd created. "Oh my darling. I love it." "Good, now walk around awhile and get the feel of the new you." "I hope I don't have to walk too far in these shoes." "They're more for dress. We'll go shopping for a more comfortable pair." "Shopping?" "Of course. Did you think I went to all this work to get you looking like this just so could hide at home? We're going out to lunch today and then we're going shopping. You're going to need a lot of new clothes." "I hadn't thought about that." "This is your baptism of fire my dear wife." "Wife, you want me to be the wife?" "We need to talk about that too. If we decide to have babies someday someone will have to stay home looking after our children." "I think I see where we're going with this and I can't say the idea doesn't appeal to me and it might be the perfect long term solution." "Well we can talk it over during lunch. Are you ready to go?" "I think so. I'm trusting you that I will pass, but don't I need a purse?" "Very good. You're realizing right away that to be a woman in the world you need your purse. Here's an old one of mine you can borrow till you get your own." "Thank you, my darling." My mind was numb with fear as we went out side to our car. She moved to the drivers side and unlocked the doors with the remote. "Remember," she told me, "sit first and swing your feet in keeping your knees together." "Thank you, my darling." I responded and entered the car in accordance with her instructions. Settling in she drove off telling me, "Please get rid of the panic on your face. You look fine and will easily pass as a woman. A word of advice though when you meet a man avoid eye contact and when you meet a woman smile as though you shared a secret." "All right, my darling." But I was still scared. "We'll go to a restaurant in Clarksdale. We shouldn't meet anyone we know there. If we do meet someone I'll just say you're my sister. That would explain any similarities that are noted. By the way I think we need a new name for you. What do you think about 'Kristen'?" "I like it, my darling." "And don't forget, if you have to talk do it in a little higher key. Go ahead and try speaking a few words and I'll tell you how it sounds." "How now brown cow." "Not bad but just a touch lower. Maybe a little throatier." "How now brown cow." "That's good, keep practicing that." So the rest of the ride I was doing my how now brown cow until I was tired of it. "Here we are." she said as we pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. The parking lot was full and I knew I would be in sight of a lot of people and I could feel myself break out into a sweat. Following Alice inside, a young girl, obviously acting as hostess, seated us right away in a booth and I breathed a sigh of relief that no one had paid any special attention to me. The rest of the meal went well although I wasn't very hungry because of my nervousness. Later we went up the street and into a mall and spent most of the afternoon shopping where I picked up several new items of lingerie, stockings, skirts, dresses, shoes, make up, jewelry blouses, sleepwear, etc. After spending a considerable amount of money we took our purchases back to the car and then walked to a nearby lounge for a cocktail. "My feet are killing me." I complained. "Kick off your shoes and let them rest. I think you've done an excellent job so far and I'm very proud of you Kristen." "Thank you, my darling." While we awaited our drinks I glanced around the room and noticed two men seated nearby who were watching us. Maybe I looked at them too long because one of them immediately got up and sauntered over. "Can we buy you ladies a drink. My friend and I are just here in town on business and would love to take you to dinner too." Alice looked up at him,"I can't, I'm married, but maybe my sister here would. She's not married." I just about fell off the chair as I suddenly had a coughing fit and got very red in the face. "Maybe not." Alice told him with a laugh. "I'm afraid she's a little too shy." "That's OK ma'am. I understand." with that he turned and went back to his table. Thankfully our drinks arrived at that time and I grabbed mine and took a big swallow while Alice paid the waitress. "Why did you do that?" I gasped after the waitress left. "I wanted to have a little fun, Kristen. Didn't you think it was funny?" she laughed again. "No, I certainly didn't." She laughed again. I could tell she really enjoyed teasing me and my heart seemed to swell with joy that she was enjoying herself with me so much in my new role. "I guess it was pretty funny." "Yes, it was." she giggled. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We spent the next week relaxing in our normal roles with the unstated understanding that the weekend was our time for role reversal. The only variation was here continued refusal to let me cum but I was expected to keep her orally satisfied and I was becoming quite proficient at that. On Wednesday I went for another hair treatment and while I was there Nancy pierced my ears and installed gold studs in them. At work I got some strange looks but most just shrugged it off. On Thursday Alice surprised me when she came home. She'd had her hair cut much shorter and it was almost butch-like. "You like?" she asked. "Love it." I replied. On Friday morning she told me that when I got home from work that afternoon I was to put my garter belt, stockings, clincher, crotch less panties, breast forms and bra on and then put on my makeup and nail polish. I was still trying to get my makeup on when she got home and she had to help me complete it. "You'll catch on, just watch how I do it." she told me as she sat in front of me and worked on my face. I watched fascinated at the process trying not to compare it with witchcraft. "There," she told me when she'd finished. "You're Kristen again. Now get your robe on and get down in the kitchen and make us a salad. Now that you're a woman you're going to have to watch your weight. I'm going to change while you're doing that." "Yes, my darling." The feel of my feminine clothes on me once again was like an aphrodisiac and together with the unknowns associated with what she had planned for the weekend kept my libido high while I worked in the kitchen. Later she came down stairs in her own robe and sipped her wine and read the paper while I prepared dinner. After dinner we moved to the den and sat on the sofa together. She reached inside my robe and grasped my hard cock protruding through the crotchless panties as she leaned over to kiss me with some passion. My cock immediately surged and I responded submissively as she aggressively shoved her tongue suggestively in and out between my lips. "Oh, my darling." I moaned. "I need you so much." "I know you do Kristen. I want to make you feel like a real woman. You've been fucked and aren't a virgin anymore. But there's one more thing every woman has to learn and I think you're ready for it. Do you think you're ready?" "I want to learn everything my darling. Please teach me." "Get on your knees my lover between my legs. I'll teach you how to keep your man happy and wanting to come back to you." I slid to the floor and positioned myself on my knees between her legs and she raised them to rest her thighs on my shoulders. She opened her robe and strapped to her groin was the dildo she had taken my cherry with last weekend. This was the first time I'd seen it up close and I was surprised at how realistic it looked. It was hard to imagine that anything that size had been in my tight pussy. "Every woman has to learn and like sucking cock. I wish I had a real one for you but you can practice on this knowing that every time you push it in it will rub my clitty and pleasure me. That is what you want to do; pleasure you're man. Would you like to kiss it now?" I knew that we were about to take another big step forwards in our sexual relationship and my desire to submit to her. I felt I could accomplish sucking cock on a dildo but I wasn't sure I could handle being a true cocksucker. "Go ahead, kiss it and then let your lips slide over the head. Rub your tongue under the head; that's supposed to be an important G spot for a man. Maybe you know that." she said with a giggle. I leaned forward until the head touched my lips touched the head and then slowly opened them and let it slide across my tongue until it hit the back of my throat. "That's very good Kristen. Now the most important thing is not to let your teeth touch it. Go ahead and suck on it and look up at me while you're doing it. A man always likes a girl to look subservient while she's blowing him. You look so sexy with a cock in your mouth. Move your head up and down on it. Make me cum lover." She continued her suggestions and erotic comments as I began to bob my head up and down on the imitation cock. It felt good to have the butt plug filling my pussy and the cock filling my mouth. My saliva was now running down the shaft of the dildo as I continued bobbing and sucking as I worked the underside of it with my tongue. I felt her thighs tightening against my head. "Now you're getting it you slut. I'm starting to cum now. I'm going to give you a mouthful of cum. Swallow it down like a good sissy slut. Oh. Oh. Ooohh!! Sooo nice!! As she came I felt a sudden spurt of something thick and viscous hit the back of my throat followed by several more spurts. "Swallow my cum lover. Savor its taste. Don't you feel happy and pleased that you've satisfied me?" Strangely, I did feel happy that I'd pleased him and I licked the head of his cock to clean it. My cock was rigid and my libido was soaring again. It didn't seem to register that I thought of Alice as 'him'. "You did very good for your first time lover. Did you enjoy it?" "I was hesitant at first but I got into the swing of it after awhile." I told her truthfully. What was the stuff you squirted in my mouth?" "Just a mixture of egg whites, salt and cream. How does it taste?" "Not bad. Not quite like my own cum though." "I'd like to watch you suck a real one someday. I really got turned on watching you suck on the dildo." "I'm not sure I could submit to a man like that. I would if you told me too, I think." "Well, if you ever do it you'd do it of your own free will. I don't plan to force you. But the thought of it is still an erotic picture in my mind. Now get up on the bed and I'll give you a good fucking." "Yes, my darling." So she fucked me again and I came much quicker this time. I was really beginning to like it. ++++++++++++++++++++++ Saturday evening she had me dress completely as a woman but this time she had me wear an ashen blonde wig and clothes that gave me a little more sluttish look. She also had me wear a gaff to hold my cock firmly against me had me remove the butt plug and give myself another enema. I really felt empty and unfulfilled without the plug but she put some KY on my anal ring in the event I developed a rash she told me. When she had me dressed herself in a similar manor she announced, "We're going out you know." "Out? Out where?" I was in a momentary panic. Back to Clarksdale; there's a little club over there I heard about that swings. We might meet some interesting people." "Oh darling, I'm afraid." "Don't be afraid, but before we go I want to dance with you but I want you to be the woman. I'll put a slow dance CD on and we'll try it. C'mon now and put your left hand on my shoulder and your right in mine. Don't forget, when you move off, go back and not forward. Here we go." It took about twenty minutes but it was a while to unlearn habits of a lifetime and doing it under extreme nervousness.. Finally, she was satisfied and handed me my purse. There's some lipstick, your wallet and a comb in there in case you muss your hair. On the way to Clarksdale she told me that if a man came onto me just tell him it was the wrong time of the month. That usually keeps things under control. When we arrived at the club I noticed the name 'Blue Moon' in blue neon lights over the door and followed Alice across the dimly lit but full parking lot to the door. Entering, we found the place crowded and smokey with a juke box for music. We couldn't see an empty table but a couple sitting in a booth waved us over and we joined them. Introductions revealed their names as Bill and Fran. I had ended up sitting on one side of the booth with Bill and Alice next to Fran on the other. Alice had slipped into her seat first leaving me with no options except to sit next to him. Loving Wife Ch. 04 A waitress appeared and took our drink order and departed and while Alice started to talk with Fran, Bill turned to me and asked, "This your first time here Kristen?" "Yes it is," I responded, remembering to talk in my throaty falsetto voice. "I'm just visiting with my sister here and we thought we'd see some of the night life. "I didn't think I'd seen you here before. We usually come down here to loosen up a bit." I didn't know what he meant by 'loosen up' but I let it ride. He was a fairly good looking man probably about forty and appeared to be about my size. "Do you want to dance?" he asked. I turned and looked at Fran, as I assumed she was his wife and I didn't know whether she would object.. "Fran is my sister." he whispered in my ear. His hot breath there gave me a chill right down to my groin. "I'm not a very good dancer." I told him. "That's OK, neither am I." he said as he pushed against me forcing me to stand up and took my hand; leading me out on the dance floor. Alice watched me go with some amusement I noticed as she sat there still talking with Fran. I tried to remember the brief lesson I had with Alice before we left and was pleased that it was a slow dance to get my dancing initiation. That turned to concern in a few minutes as he pulled me tight against his body and I felt his cock pressed against mine. Looking around to see if Alice was watching I noticed our booth was empty and then I spotted her and Fran dancing together nearby. I also began to realize that those dancing were mostly paired as same sex partners. My god, I thought, we're in a gay bar. I was distracted again by Bill's cock. It had definitely grown and was pressing in a formidable package against my thigh. It felt so firm and he had to know what was happening, but he just continued to hold me tightly against him with both hands pulling on my hips while my hands rested on his shoulders. One part of me wanted to flee but another part was intrigued by the knowledge that he was aroused by me. "You're a very pretty girl, Kristen." "Thank you." His hands slipped down to my ass and pressed me closer and despite my reluctance I felt myself respond. I noticed that I needn't worry about his bold move as most of the people on the crowded dance floor were involved in grinding their groins against one another. "I like you Kristen, you're very sexy." "Thank you." I responded again, still not knowing how to get out of this and not knowing whether I wanted to or not. I looked around for Alice but couldn't spot her and realized I was on my own and I couldn't ignore the big snake that lay against my thigh much longer. "Would you like to get some fresh air?" Thinking this might be a way to cool things down I nodded, "OK." and he took my hand and led me to a side door and down a hallway to a closed door. I began to panic again, Where was he taking me? I stuttered out the first thing that came to mind, "I'm on my period." "That's all right honey, I understand." He knocked once and opened the door and led me inside. I was shocked on entering the semi dark room to see two semi naked women lying on a large king-sized bed in an embrace. Bill pulled me over to the bed after shutting and locking the door and sat down as he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to a kneeling position before him. I was so stunned by everything I didn't fight him and ended up on my knees facing him between his legs. I flicked my eyes over to the two women and suddenly recognized Alice and the woman next to her as Fran. They were both watching me. Alice smiled at me but didn't say anything. It was comforting to know she was close by. While I was trying to come to grips with the reality of the situation I heard from what seemed a far distance Bill's voice telling me, "Would you like to open my pants Kristen?" I looked back at Bill, still confused and heard him repeat, "Would you like to open my pants Kristen?" as he reached down and took my hands and placed them on his lap and onto a hard lump under the material. "Open his fly Kristen. Its OK sweetheart." I heard Alice say and my fingers slid up and found the tab to his zipper and pulled it down. My cock was straining to get free of my panties. "Go ahead Kristen, take it out." I reached inside the open fly as though I was in a trance and found something huge, hard and warm. Wrapping my fingers around it I pulled it out, noting my feminine hand with the nail polish. I gasped when I saw the size of a monster, cut cock that appeared. "You know what to do Kristen. You're a woman who wants to please a man." Alice spoke to me again and I felt Bill's hand on the back of my head urging it forward and I felt myself submit. This was the thing I'd dreaded about being a woman but as a woman I knew I had to do it and then I brought my lips to the head and let it slide inside. I heard Alice moan me as I took it inside and I was happy to be pleasuring her too as I started to slide my mouth up and down this monster that was crowding all the available space inside. My tongue worked the underside furiously as I quickly coated it with my saliva and his precum. I remembered Alice's instructions to look up at Bill and to watch my teeth while giving head. Looking up I saw him looking down at me through veiled eyes and with a smile of mastery on his face. Bill groaned and bucked his hips as his cock swelled even more. He pushed down on my head but I kept my hand tightly wrapped around the base of his shaft to keep it out of my throat. I was becoming more enthused as Bill's groaning increased in tempo and volume and I knew he was close to cumming I was just starting to think about what I would do when he started to cum when the first blast of his cum hit the back of my throat followed immediately by a flood of cum and I had to swallow to avoid choking on it. He kept his hand on my head so I was forced to take it all and swallow it down. Alice was groaning and thrashing on the bed as I lifted my head off Bill's cock and swallowed the residue in my mouth. I licked his cock head to get the last drop of cum oozing from the slit. I looked at Alice but her eyes were glazed and her body twisted in ecstacy as she came and came with Frans face buried in her groin.. Bill reached down and helped me to my feet. "Why don't you get undressed, Bob?" he asked me. Bob? He knew who I was? I was in a momentary panic to find my carefully crafted feminine persona suddenly out in the open. "Don't worry Kristen. Alice'll tell you all about it later. Why don't you get your clothes off and join the party?" he said as he stood up and began to undress too. "By the way, that was a great blow job. Couldn't have done better myself." I blushed at his compliment. My cock was still hard and as he pulled off his pants I saw his semi erect cock and massive balls hanging between his legs and I was awed again at the size of it. Alice had finally recovered from her orgasm and was watching as Bill and I undressed. "Why don't you leave your wig, bra, garter belt, clincher and stockings on you sweetheart. You look so sexy with them on." she told me before she rolled over and attacked Fran's cunt with her mouth and tongue. I was still confused, when had my wife become a lesbian? Was I inadequate? I guess I wasn't much of a husband for her. When I finished undressing I climbed back on the bed and watched Fran and Alice. It was very erotic to watch two women performing sex acts on one another and my cock was throbbing. "They're something aren't they?" I heard Bill say as he got on the bed beside me. They really have the hots for one another. About then Fran's body bucked as she thrust her cunt upward toward Alice's eager mouth and she gave a long moan as an orgasm racked her body. Alice looked up from Fran's groin and smiled at me. "She's very tasty. I can't get enough of her." "Wha...?" I started to ask her for an explanation. "Hold off the questions to later honey, please. I'll explain it all to you, OK?" "Yes, my darling." "That's a good girl. Now why don't you give Bill a kiss and tell him how much you appreciate his big cock?" I turned and looked at Bill and he smiled at me and put his arm around my shoulders. "You're so pretty Kristen." he told me as he brought his mouth to mine. I felt a moment of panic and then our lips met and his tongue slipped inside before I had time to react. As his tongue began to move between my lips and duel with duel with my tongue I felt myself melting inside in submission. My arms went around his neck and we clung together like true lovers. His cock had regained its strength and I felt it like a pole between us. "Oh Kristen, I'm so happy for you my darling." I heard Alice say behind me and felt her hand on my rigid cock exciting me even more. When finally we broke our embrace Bill held me close with my breasts pushing against his manly chest and my head on his shoulder. "Kristen," he moaned in my ear. "I need you so much. Can I make you mine?" "Oh yes Bill. I want to be your lover." He gently disengaged from me and directed me onto my hands and knees on the bed and then assumed his position behind me. I felt his hands on my hips holding me as the head of his cock lined up with my anus. I was scared that his huge cock would tear up my sphincter but Alice's butt plug and dildo had done their job well and he easily slipped inside me. I felt every inch enter and impale me until I felt his hairy thighs against mine. I moaned in joy at how he so completely filled me and then he began to fuck me. Slowly out and in he went and I reveled in how I was pleasing him. Alice whispered in my ear, "Oh my darling husband, how I've longed for this. I'm so hot watching you being fucked. Please eat me." I looked down as she slipped her cunt under my head and I bent down and began to run my tongue between her labia and inside to her love canal. She began to buck her hips up against my face as Fran began to masturbate me. Orgastic sensations were rippling through my body and I found myself thrusting back against Bill as he thrust faster and faster into me. I knew he would be cumming soon and I desperately wanted his seed inside me. Alice clawed at the back of my head and she began to cry in joy as I moved my tongue to her clit. "Oh god, you're making me cuuummmm! Eat me you slut, eat me!! Oooo!! A surge of her moisture poured out of her cunt and I felt Bill's cock swell in my ass and I felt the pulsations as he pumped his seed into my gut. My own orgasm finally overtook me and my cock jerked and I came in wave after wave of cum onto the bed. My head hung low and I slowly kissed Alice's pussy. "Thank you, my darling." I managed to croak out of a throat still clogged with cum and her moisture. I felt Bill's cock begin to soften and he pulled it from my ass and I fell over on the bed next to Alice as Bill's cum ran out of my stretched anus. Alice got up on one elbow and bent down and kissed me tenderly. "Oh my love. You were so hot and you're finally a girl. Please don't think of yourself as a cocksucker. You did what women do for their man and that's called love. It's the same when you submit to me with your tongue and your cock. Its for love." In the meantime Bill and Fran had been cleaning themselves up at a small sink in the corner and then dressed. Coming over to the bed where we were still laying Bill looked down at us and said, "We're going back to work you two. Alice, you can talk to Kristen about what we talked about before. I'll wait to hear from you." "OK, Bill and thanks a lot you guys. I'll let you know." Bill bent down and kissed me on my lips, "Thanks for a great fuck and blow job Kristen. I hope to see you again soon." Fran kissed Alice and patted me on the shoulder and told Alice, "I'll see you soon." They left the room and closed the door behind them. "Can you tell me what's going on now my darling?" "Well, Bill owns the Blue Moon and Fran is his sister. Bill is gay and Fran is a lesbian and they live together for convenience sake. I got to know Fran at work and on occasion we would get together for a little love making. I discovered some time ago that I'm bi and need to exercise my butch side with someone once in awhile. She's a dear sweet girl and I'd do anything for her as she would for me. Some of those evenings I was supposed to be working late I was actually with Fran, but when I found out how much you missed and needed me and your proclivity to submit I thought I'd discovered the way to solve some of our relationship problems and I asked Fran to help me. It seems that Bill was going hot and heavy with a guy who was a TG and the guy suddenly had to go home to Florida to look after his sick mother and Bill was very lonely and depressed. Fran saw a chance to solve her problem and I saw a chance to solve mine to try to get you and Bill together by me assuming a more dominant role in our marriage. So I worked to train you in loving a man and being my bitch and his. Fran and Bill would like to set up a relationship where we can get together as often as we like and we can enjoy one another." "That's the story in a nut shell. So what do you think?" "I have lots of questions but I believe this was a setup tonight, wasn't it?" "Yes, it was, but I like to think it was for love and our marriage and not because I wanted to be sadistic." "No, I can see where you're coming from and I agree with you. If this is what it takes for two people who have abnormal sexual needs to live and love together then I can't see any problem with it. But, what about the STD problem we discussed before." "I knew Fran was clean and she vouched for Bill so I thought the risk was low." I'm so glad you're OK with this. Now let's get cleaned up and dressed. I want to take you home and fuck you. Before we do though, I have a tampon in my purse. You might want to use it in your pussy to keep from staining your skirt." She handed me the tampon from her purse and I slipped it inside my ass after she showed me how to insert it. We continued to talk as we dressed. "What do you think about getting together with Bill and Fran?" she asked. "I don't have a problem with it. I never thought I could get it on with a guy, but Bill is so nice and that I wouldn't mind a bit. Besides," I giggled , "he has such a big cock." "He seems to know how to use it too." "Have you ever tried it?" Some how I knew she hadn't but I didn't know why my cock started to get hard at the thought of another man fucking her. I knew that this was one of the dangers of swinging and I'd better not try to explore it. "No, I never have. I've got to admit that after seeing it I've had some fantasies about it, but Bill never came onto me and I never tried to seduce him. He's not turned on by women anyway and I have an understanding with Fran. I don't want to jeopardize her friendship. If you're ready let's go. We'll stop and say good bye to them on the way out." Leaving the room where I lost my cherry as a woman I looked back with some nostalgia and then followed Alice back down the hall and into the club. We stopped to talk with Bill and Fran at their booth near the dance floor. "Thanks again you two. "Alice told them, "Kristen says she'd like to see Bill again so I'll give you a ring and set a date." Bill immediately stood up put his arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. My arms went around him automatically in response as I returned it. "I'm so glad, Kristen." he told me with tears in his eyes as we broke our kiss. Fran smiled up at me, "I'm so glad for you two. I was afraid to think he might take up with girls." We all laughed at that and Alice and Fran kissed goodbye. Our ride home was mostly in silence but as she drove I did ask about someday having children. "I think when we make a decision to have children we also make a decision to enter back into a more normal sexual life style she told me, especially while the children are young. We may be able to get away going out and getting with Bill and Fran occasionally but we can't have you running around the house in drag. If they eventually want to get into a different life style I think it should be based on their own mature decision and not using us as role models." "I'm afraid you're right to a large extent but they're going to see that you are the dominant parent and I'm the care giver. Do you think we can get around being traditional role models?" "Well, you've brought up a good point but I think in this day and age where women are going into careers that will take them above the glass ceiling a new order will be evolving anyway." "You're right my darling. Let's worry about it when we're ready to make the decision to have children. I'm thinking we can go for at least another five years before we address the issue." Shortly after we pulled into our garage and entered the house. "Why don't you go and get an enema and then join me in the shower. I'm really feeling horny now. I can still visualize you sucking Bill's big cock and being fucked by him. Those pictures in my mind will keep me horny for days so you'd better be prepared." "Oh, I will my darling." +++++++++++++++++++ The End