12 comments/ 108875 views/ 21 favorites My Bizarre Life Change Ch. 03-04 By: watchdwag Chapter 03 It had been a little over six months since my wife left a note stating she was leaving me for another woman and my next door neighbor agreed to help me win her back. Although that required me to follow her directions to the tee which included feminizing me and introducing me to gay sex with her husband. I know it all sounds so bizarre and crazy but at the time I was so distraught I would agree to anything to get my wife Denise back. Little by little, Cynthia, my neighbor, began to get me more and more accustomed to my feminization. She had begun by instructing me to have sex with her husband Frank and to take her dildos, strapons, plugs, and his cock up my ass. She began replacing my wardrobe with female undergarments and started me on a hormone treatment that included testosterone inhibitors and female estrogen. Within weeks my facial hair slowed and I began to add some padding around the hips, ass, and chest. My nipples became darker and swollen and much more sensitive as the breast themselves started to grow. Cynthia wanted my nipples to be much more prominent so she trained them several times a week by using a pump that sucked on my nipples through a tube, pulling them out. Then she and Frank would spend an enormous amount of time pulling, twisting and sucking on them. Cynthia had me wear panties and a bra under my work clothes which required me to wear heavy oversized shirts to keep my attire hidden from my staff at work. The downside to the hormone therapy, besides my testicles which seemed to shrink, was my loss of libido. I just didn't have the sex drive I previously enjoyed. I still made love to Frank, sucking his cock and allowing him to fuck my ass and I often went down on Cynthia. But I just didn't really care about sex any more and certainly never instigated it. Cynthia was best friends with a sexual therapist who advised her to back off the testosterone inhibitors and to begin using crèmes and natural supplements which had less of an impact on my sex drive. The therapist gave her pills which greatly enhanced my lagging libido and soon I felt myself in an almost a habitual state of arousal. Cynthia was satisfied with my breast development and size which now completely filled an "A" cup and felt the new treatment would be a good balance. The therapist added one more element to my regimen which included psychotherapy. While I had not resisted Cynthia as she physically altered my appearance, I think she knew deep down how ashamed and uncomfortable I still felt about what I had become. I was resigned to what she was doing and totally submitted myself to her but embracing it was another matter entirely. Cynthia's friend Jean created a website that I was instructed to view for half an hour each day. The website was loaded with literally hundreds of images of preoperative transsexuals, lesbians, and gay men in a variety of sexual acts. There were women making love to women, men sucking and fucking other men, and men and women having sex with she males. The images flashed up just long enough for it to register before the next image filled the screen. Several in just a second. These subliminal messages were intended both to make my mind more acceptive to the activity as well as drive me to state of sexual frenzy. Cynthia had prohibited me from masturbation although I was encouraged to stimulate my nipples and to engage in any anal stimulation with vibrators and plugs. I found that I could cum just as easily and sometimes more intensely by massaging my prostrate with a vibrator while pulling on my nipples which were now about an inch and a half long. After one of the therapy sessions, I would beg Frank to let me suck him or to take my ass which I had begun to refer to as my pussy per Cynthia's instructions. Just as often, I would have oral sex with Cynthia and she would fuck me with one of her strapons which were always bigger than Frank's cock. It wasn't lost on me that Cynthia never had sex with me in front of Frank, although Frank and I would often do so in her presence. It was commonplace for me to go down on Frank while the three of us were watching television or to begin kissing, which always led to Frank sucking on my tits in front of his wife. Perhaps more peculiar, I could not recount a single instance in the six months of living with them that I had ever seen Frank and Cynthia make love. Sure they had kissed, but even when he came from their bedroom, there was never any sound or evidence that the two had ever engaged in sex. One morning after Frank and I had made love, his cock still buried in my pussy, I asked him about it. "Frank, can I ask you something," I inquired. "Sure babe," he responded as he moved his chest into my back, dropping his arm over my waist, reaching around and holding my own little cock. "I never see you and Cynthia together. I mean really together...having sex," I paused. "Are you two intimate. I mean, its okay with me. I would only assume you are. She's your wife. I just never see the two of you...doing it." Frank was quiet. There seemed to be a little tension. Something I had not quite expected. Then his soft voice broke the silence. "I kind of thought you knew. Cynthia is a lesbian. Always has been," he said back with emphasis on the last the words. "Even when you married her," I replied back as I twisted my head back, trying to look back at him. "Yea, we met in college. I was taking a sociology course and I saw her across the room. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. We struck up a conversation and then I saw her in the lounge, library, and café. Each time we found we enjoyed each other's company and began studying together. It wasn't long though before I asked her out and she was honest with me telling me she was strictly a lesbian." "While I was crushed, we kept seeing each other socially, attending things together and then even going on dates. We just didn't have sex. At first she took pity on me and jacked me off. Then little by little she encouraged me to cum for her and it seemed after the moment had passed, we both went on having a great time together, Frank continued. "I knew she had relationships on campus with other women but she never rubbed it in my face and it was Cynthia who first brought home a guy she knew who was bisexual that sucked my cock and let me fuck him. Pretty soon, she had a variety of these men and it became something that I appreciated. She sort of took care of both of us," he went on. "At first the thought of reciprocating was the last thing I thought I would do, but Cynthia encouraged me to experiment, give it a try. After a while, I found that I enjoyed it and I became pretty much a bisexual. I prefer women to men but at the end of the day, I can go either way," he finished. "But you really seem to enjoy being with me. Well, you're not exactly a guy now are you," he said as he tugged at my waist. The realization of what he said sent a shudder down me. "You're sort of both." "Frank," I started and then stopped, trying to choose just the right words. "My wife....Denise said she left me for a woman. Is Cynthia that woman?" The silence was stark as I felt his arm tighten, drawing me closer. I knew I hit a nerve. I knew the answer already. "Did Cynthia do all this to me to help me get Denise back... or did she do this for you?" I could feel tears in my eyes thinking about what I had just said. Had I undergone all this, changing me from a man into a she male, thinking I was doing this to win back my wife, only to find Cynthia had other intentions. I sat up in the bed as Frank called out my name. I ignored his plea to lie back down as I wrapped a robe around me and headed down to the hall where Cynthia was having her morning coffee. "You're the woman my wife left me for," I said curtly from the doorway as Cynthia looked up and then calmly reach for her coffee cup drawing it to her lips. "Yes. Yes I am," she replied back matter of factly. "Did Frank tell you that?" "He didn't have to tell me. So, was all this for Frank? Was there never any real hope of Denise coming back to me?" I said feeling a tear rolling down my cheek. I wasn't sure if it was a tear of anger or sadness as the realization of it all hit me. "No Erin (the name she used for me instead of Eric) , it was for all of us. I promised I could get her back and she's coming back. She'll still be a part of your life, my life too. You see, I love Denise as much as you. We love each other. But neither of us could leave you guys. I love Frank and will never leave him. Denise loves you but we know we need each other. If I would have suggested six months ago that you accept me as Denise's lesbian lover and Frank as yours, what would you have done?" she reasoned. "Now we all have each other. Denise has already planned to come home this weekend. We will all be together. As a matter of fact, she's making arrangements to sell your house next door. Neither of you stay there anyway. We'll all live here...together." "But, will she still be my wife," I struggled trying to get my hands around all this. "Wife, husband...those are just labels. Denise and I are lesbians. We prefer to have sex with other women...and you, well you're not exactly all man now are you? It's the best of everything, you and I have Denise and Frank has you. It will all work out, don't you see?" In a crazy way I did see her logic. She was right. There was no way I would have ever allowed our arrangement months ago but in a perverse way, it did make sense. I wanted Denise back and was willing to do anything to make that happen. Now she was coming home, our new home. One that included Frank and Cynthia. Looking at it now, I couldn't image anything I wanted more. Chapter 04 It had been several months since I'd seen one of my buddies that I often hung around with. Matt and I had grown up together and while we went to different colleges, we had remained great friends. He was in my wedding and one of my few single buddies who had yet to tie the knot himself. We typically got together to shoot hoops, play tennis, or racquetball and so it wasn't a shock when he called and asked me for a game of racquetball after lunch. I knew my appearance would be quite alarming to Matt with my longer hair and feminine features so I decided to prepare him by telling him I'd had a small bout of prostrate cancer. I was aware that men who have prostrate cancer are often prescribed estrogen which could explain my appearance. "Look, I haven't made it public or anything but a few months ago, I had prostrate surgery," I explained. "Are you okay?" he said with anxiety in his voice. I hated lying to him but it was much preferable to the truth. "Yea, they got it all but I'm undergoing hormone treatment and they have me on estrogen," I explained. "What's that?" he inquired. "Well it's a hormone women produce and it manages the testosterone levels in the body as I recover. But it has some bitching side effects," I explained setting up my story. "Like what?" he inquired. "Well, you'll see for yourself. Just don't give me any shit," I demanded. I hoped that might at least settle things as I changed in my office, slipping a sports bra on to secure my small breasts. I informed Lynn and our receptionist Ann that I was headed out for a little R&R and would be back mid-afternoon. Matt was indeed surprised but my preemptive work at least kept him from asking too many questions. He didn't want to offend me as I pointed out that estrogen did have the side effect of adding a little weight and perhaps rounding my features. "Kind of letting your hair grow out too aren't ya'," he teased. "I suppose that was me rebelling against all this shit," I shot back as we took our positions on the court. More than a few times, I could feel his eyes examining my body, looking at the changes that were taking place. But he dropped any further discussion as we settled into our game. I'm not sure if I can blame it on the hormones but my game had slowed considerable as Matt beat me unmercifully. We both acknowledged my recent surgery had likely impacted my performance. Although, there had really been no surgery. I was just that out of shape! I took a shower at the fitness center in a private stall, careful not to let anyone see my body that was transitioning between male and female. I slipped on some sweats and headed back to my office to actually change into my clothes I had on earlier in the day. As I walked through the office, Ann, our receptionist seemed to be out and Lynn was in her office on the phone. Lynn was my marketing representative. She was a very pretty 23-year old that I interviewed after she graduated college. Lynn was a natural at sales and would bring the business in for me to develop the software that she in turn trained their employees on. The job was intense as it required a great deal of travel. She was a single girl and we kept her bouncing from city to city. I knew I was extremely fortunate to have someone of her skills and business savvy as well as striking good looks. I closed the door and locked it behind me as I quickly slipped off my shoes and pulled off the sweats. I eased a pair of yellow thong panties up my legs and was just fastening the matching bra set when Lynn knocked on my door. It startled me and I yelled out just a minute when her voice broke the silence of my office and sent my blood rushing as I heard her utter my name. "Eric?" I could have sworn I turned the lock on the door but apparently in my haste to dress, I must not have done so as I turned to see Lynn peering from around the door. My arms flew up trying to cover my chest as my right hand plunged in front of my crotch. Lynn's eyes grew wide but rather than slam the door back shut, she eased on in my office, all the time her eyes surveying my semi-nude frame dressed only in the skimpy panties and bra. "Eric?" she said again but his time much more a question than the previous which signaled her entrance. It was a terribly awkward moment as I struggled for just what to say as she closed the door and seemed to back up against it. All the time, her eyes roaming up and down my body. "Lynn, I can explain," I began stammering. "My wife and I, we made a bet, and this is, well, it's not what it seems." Each utterance, each explanation was falling flat as I tried to think how I explain myself. "Oh my heavens. Holy shit," she uttered as she surveyed the scene in front of her. "So you have been dressing as a woman. I thought months ago, I saw a bra under your shirt but I dismissed it. But you are..." "Lynn, please let me explain," I started but unsure exactly what to say next. "It's okay Eric. I'm not here to judge you. It's just, well its not everyday you find out your boss is into dressing up as a woman," she said smartly now catching her breath as she began walking toward me, her eyes still trailing up and down my body which was now on full inspection as I still stood with my arms trying to cover my strategic places. "So, you want to tell me the truth," she asked. I finally dropped my arms and then began to relay a little of how this all came to be. While I didn't go into all the details, I told her most of the story. "You've got real tits," she exclaimed. Those are real," she said as her eyes fell to my chest. Her gaze fell to my feet and I could tell she was examining my freshly painted nails. "So," Lynn began, "Just who knows about this?" "My neighbors, Cynthia & Frank, my wife of course, and a few ladies down at Cynthia's spa," I replied. "And that's it?" Lynn shot back. "Pretty tight circle...and me. But I can keep secrets. I can do that for you. Thing is, what are you going to do for me," she stated as she continued to walk around me, gazing at my cheeks exposed by the thong I was wearing. "What is it you want Lynn?" I asked back, knowing I had little room to barter. "Well, first off, I've worked my butt off for you. I find the customer, sell them, deliver them, and then train them. I know this is your company, but I feel I'm more of a partner than an employee," she began. "So you want money?" I asked. "Not just money Eric. I mean a partnership. I believe I'm entitled to that. I mean what do you have without me? " she responded. She had a point but I wasn't ready yet to start giving away a company that I had worked years to build. "So, twenty percent? Does that work for you?" "Don't insult me Eric. I could ask for fifty-fifty. But I'd settle for 40," she said with emphasis on the 40. "Are you kidding? 40%?" "I think that's fair," Lynn responded back, "and in your position, perhaps more than fair." She had a point and she really had significantly contributed to the success of our company. "Okay. I'll do that," I agreed in resignation. "And then there's Ann," she kept on. "What about her?" I asked. "We need to take care of her too. She's my right hand and not to mention we need to keep her quiet. It's only a matter of time before she catches on like I did. I figure for ten grand, we can keep her happy and quiet," Lynn reasoned. "Ten thousand on what she already makes?" I shot back. "Damnit Eric. You...we," she corrected yourself, "can more than afford it. In spite of the recession, we've had a great year. I need her here on the ground keeping up with things. We're giving her a raise...effective today." I looked at Lynn. She wasn't budging and quite honestly, Ann was a great employee. "Okay, give her a raise," I complied. "Now, now we need to talk about us," Lynn smirked. "Us?" I said back. "Do you know what kind of social life I have?" Lynn asked waiting for some type of response. "None. I'm on the road all the time. I haven't been on a date in months. And all this time, you know, I've always had a bit of a crush on you." "Lynn," I started to respond. "No, be quiet. Let me finish. From the day you hired me, I've always thought you were the most attractive, sexiest man," I felt myself blush a bit as she relayed her feelings. "But every day when I came in, no matter how I tried to impress you, it was like beating my head against a wall." "Lynn, I thought it best to keep things professional. Not to mention the fact I'm a married man," I stated back. "Married? Professional? Look at you. Wearing women's under garments under your work clothes. Your nails painted. You have tits for heaven's sakes. And married? Your wife left you for a lesbian. You're having sex with her lesbian lover and her husband. I got all that right?" she stated more than inquired. I hung my head listening not able to respond. "Any of that wrong?" she said raising her voice. I simply shook my head back and forth. "I didn't think so," she said as she moved toward me. "I'm dying to see what's under that top. Why don't you take that bra off for me," she directed. I thought just a second, but knew we were too far down a road now. I suppose I should have been embarrassed and perhaps a part of me was. But I gathered from her tone she was more interested than curious. I reached behind and undid the clasp as the straps fell around my shoulders and I removed the cups which surrounded my little "size a" tits. Her eyes widened as she took in my breasts, the hard little nipples, contained behind the padded bra. "Damn," was her one word reply. "Look at those. They're real. You have real tits. I've never seen anything like it," she raved. "And your nipples. They're so dark and long!" I looked down myself to see my little mounds. "Can I touch them?," she asked looking up at me and then back to my breasts. "Go ahead," I replied back as her hand reached out, dropping softly on my left breast. Her fingers were so warm as they gently ran over the contours of my tit, tracing patterns over my nipple as she ran little circles around the aureoles. My Bizarre Life Change Ch. 03-04 Lynn reached up with her left hand now and began rubbing both tits, taking them in her hands, rubbing her thumbs across my nipples as I felt myself becoming aroused and my cock swelling behind the fabric of my thong. She stepped in as she closed the distance between us. Lynn was about five inches shorter than me as she looked up at me. Her dark brown eyes met mine and I knew what she wanted as I leaned down and planted my lips on hers. They were warm, wet, and plump as our lips moved together, sliding effortlessly, and sweet. Her perfume filled my senses as a warm rush continued to travel though my body as she continued to massage my tits, twisting, pulling at my erect nipples. Our tongues met, lightly at first and then with more force as my own hands slipped around her waist and cupped the cheeks of her ass. I had tried so hard to hold off her advances, to keep our relationship strictly business but now I had crossed that line and I wanted her. The drugs that Cynthia were making me take had increased my libido and between Lynn's stimulation of my nipples and her soft warm lips enveloping mine, I was excited as hell as I worked my hands under her short skirt, squeezing her ass cheeks and pulling her tight against me. Lynn in the meantime dropped her right hand down and slid it into my panties, grasping my cock and balls, wrapping her warm fingers around the shaft and pulling it free of its satin confines. She jacked my hardening rod as she continued to thrust her tongue into my willing mouth. Without any words passed between us, Lynn slid to her knees and pulled down my thong exposing my shaven cock which had recently been waxed smooth. She groaned her approval as she ran her hand over my smooth abdomen, devoid of any trace of hair as she took my now rock hard shaft between her inviting lips. She wasted no time in sliding her lips up and down its length, teasing the head with her tongue as she licked and sucked on my member while cupping my balls which she occasionally bathed with her tongue. I groaned as she took my whole sack in her mouth, both nuts stuffed into her hot little mouth. Frank occasionally gave me blowjobs but the last woman had been my wife almost eight months before. Lynn knew what she was doing and in minutes she had me on the verge of climaxing. When I indicated I thought I was going to cum, she told me no. She wanted to fuck me first. Lynn stopped what she was doing and ripped her dress down and frantically pulled at her bra releasing her gorgeous 36C tits. She had black bikini cut panties which she pulled down and off. Her 23-year old body was even more beautiful than I had imagined. She had a narrow waist and her body was deeply tanned with contrasting white skin where her bikini lines showed. Lynn had a narrow strip of pubic hair just above her pussy. Otherwise her lips were shaved bare. While I had oral sex with Cynthia and she had often fucked me with her strapon, it had been seven months or more since I actually had intercourse with a woman. Lynn pulled us both down on the carpeted floor of my office, me on top as she grasped my cock and guided it to her young pussy. As the head of my cock slid in, I was amazed at how warm, inviting, and tight she was. I had almost forgotten how great it felt to fuck a woman with my cock as it eased in as Lynn guided me with her hands on my hips. Her legs spread, she wrapped her legs around mine as she moved up to meet my thrust. "Fuck me Eric, Fuck me," she chanted as she searched out my lips and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. Her pussy seemed to tighten around my cock as I moved in and out of her canal. Lynn flipped us over and then took up her position on top of me as I lay flat on my back. She sat square on my dick buried deep between her legs as I grasped her tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers. She in the meantime wet her finger with her lips and then rubbed her clit as she bounced up and down on my member. "Shit your cock feels so good," she moaned. "You better hold it down," I cautioned, "or Ann is likely to hear you." "She's gone. I have her out running errands. She won't be back for the rest of the day," Lynn smiled as she moved slowly up and down on my shaft. "It's just you and me baby," she said in between breaths as she bent down and took one of my nipples in her mouth, drawing it in and sucking on it. I had really come to love Frank and Cynthia playing with my nipples. They had become really sensitive since beginning the female hormone treatment. I moaned my approval as Lynn shifted from one tit and one nipple to the other. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna' cum Lynn," I groaned loudly as my legs stretched out and I felt my orgasm building. "You better hop off." "I'm on the pill. It's okay. Cum for me Eric. Give me your load. Cum for me baby," she demanded. Between her pussy lips clenching down on my cock and her tongue playing with my nipples, I launched load after load into her hot box. Lynn was almost bucking her ass up and down, sliding her velvet cunt along my slick shaft. Finally she sensed my body relax as she collapsed beside me, looking into my eyes and closing her lips on mine again in a deep soul kiss. When we broke for a breath, I looked deep in her eyes and inferred she herself hadn't cum yet. When she indicated that was okay and our sex had been great, I slipped on top of her perspiring body and eased my way down planting kisses on her breasts, her nipples, the hollow of her stomach and then down to her lovely box. "Oh shit," she exclaimed as my mouth closed over her wet vagina, my own juices beginning to leak out of her box. Licking up my own cum was not a problem for me as I was accustomed to swallowing Frank's loads as well as kiss him after he might have given me head. I could taste the saltiness of my sperm mixed with her juices as I eased my tongue between her lips and tasted her pussy for the first time. It was very wet with our juices running together as I savored the deposits which dripped out on my tongue. I pushed my tongue as far into her twat as I could and then sucked on her clit as her pussy throbbed. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," she chanted as I worked her over as she held onto my shoulders, guiding me down as I continued my assault on her cunt. Her legs locked around my back as she bucked wildly against my face, coating my cheeks with her pussy juices mixed with my cum. Then it hit her, her hands slammed the carpeted floor as her pelvis shot up driving my head up. I felt her legs shaking as she convulsed in one spasm after the other until her body went totally limp under me. I placed little kisses on my new lover's vagina as I again kissed my way up, stopping to dip my tongue into her cute belly button before kissing her nipples and resting my head beside hers on the carpet. We were both totally spent. It was perhaps the best sex I could remember. We had started off the afternoon with her blackmailing me for part ownership in the company and pretty much doing the same when it came to the sex. I had no alternatives. To keep my secret, I had to give into her. Now, here I was thinking that was the best sex I had ever had. I knew I would do so again any time she allowed which I hoped was often. I loved my wife even though I had not seen her in months. But now, I knew too that I enjoyed making love to Lynn. And I was sure, given how she had felt about me, this was just the beginning. "Damn that was good," she said, in between breaths but also searching for the right word. "So, do you fuck Cynthia like that?" "Actually, I don't fuck Cynthia or my wife either for that matter. The last time Denise and I made love was about seven months ago, just before she left. And with Cynthia, well she fucks me... with her strapon" "Fucks you?" she looked over. "Yea. At first I wasn't real thrilled about it but, I don't know, after a while I enjoyed it," I explained. "You like being fucked in the ass?" she looked at me with her piercing brown eyes. "Yea. Yea I do. After you get used to it. It actually feels pretty good," I added. There was a long pause between us. "And your neighbor, Frank. You guys have sex?" "Yes", I admitted. "I've never seen two guys together," Lynn said softly, her hand unconscienously reaching for my cock which she took in her small hand. "I have a girlfriend who, well she's bisexual and so is her boyfriend," she said starting now to stroke my cock ever so gently. "So are you?" I inquired. "What?," she shot back "Bisexual?" "Yea," I asked "No," she replied. "I mean, I don't have anything against it," "So have you ever thought about making love to another woman?" I asked. "I don't know," she replied meekly. Once again pulling on my cock which was beginning to grow again inside her clenched fist. "I suppose I've thought about it." "Would you? Would you do that? I mean if it was the right person and all. Someone you were attracted to? Would you make love to them?" I asked. "I don't know. I guess if it was somebody I found attractive. Yea maybe" she answered. "Is your girlfriend we spoke about somebody you find attractive?" I asked. There was a long pause. It was if she had never considered it as she thought on what I had said. Her hand now stroking my cock in a steady rhythm, jerking as it was now fully erect. "Yea, she's pretty. Real pretty. Yea, if the timing was right and if she wanted to and everything. Yea, I might do that. I mean I'm curious. You know, what its like and everything," she went on. It was like she was talking herself into it as she went along. "So would you do John?" she added. "John?" I questioned. "John's her boyfriend. I know he's bisexual" She reminded me. "Would you want me too?" I smiled. "Yea! I think that would be so sexy. I'd love to see two men together. And I'd love seeing him fuck you in the ass. That would be such a turn on. "Set it up," I replied. Lynn stood up and grabbed her clothes. "Where are you going?" I asked. "You just reminded me, I need to set up appointments for this week. We have bills to pay you know," she reminded me. She observed me reaching for my panties, "Hey, leave those there. Ann won't be back and I don't expect anyone for the rest of the day. We're not through and I want you naked when I come back in here. I want you to fuck me again and this time I want us to cum together," she said as she started to head out my door. "Lynn," I called after her. She turned and looked back just as she was opening my office door. I know you said you could keep my secret. And I meant what I said about the partnership and the raise for Ann and everything. But," I paused. "What is it Eric?" she asked back waiting on my reply. "Well, this thing with us. "I'm not sure what's going to happen with Denise or with anything I guess. I'm, so mixed up. My life is crazy. Here I am half man, half woman having sex with a man and his lesbian wife and now having an affair with my employee," "Partner," she interrupted. "Partner," I corrected myself. "I know Ann will know sooner or later. I doubt we could keep something like that from her and now you're talking about your friends. I guess what I'm asking is, can we keep this from getting back home. I mean I'd rather not say anything to Denise and Cynthia. Can this be between us?" I asked. Lynn walked over. Damn she was so beautiful. I knew she had a gorgeous figure and she often showed off her toned legs. But seeing her naked frame as she sauntered over to me, placing her soft plump lips to mine. "Baby, we're gonna' take care of Ann. That's what the raise is for. She won't say a thing. Besides, I'm not sure you doesn't already know. At least she knows how I feel about you. I've told her," Lynn said as she pressed her lips against mine, running her tongue along the outside of my mouth. "As for my girlfriend Beth and John, I've known her since high school. She's my best friend and the shit I know on her. She wouldn't say anything in a thousand years," she added. And Denise, I really don't care what you tell her or don't tell her. As far as I'm concerned she's not the right person for you anyway...I am," she said with emphasis. "But I'm a patient girl. She's your wife..I guess. Maybe she's Cynthia's wife! But at the end of the day, I have you here." Lynn dropped her hand down and gently squeezed my balls, not too much to cause pain but just enough of a grip that made an impression. "Here these little fuckers are mine and you'll learn I don't share. I'll tell you who you can fuck and who you can suck and for that matter, who'll fuck you. Is that clear?" "Yea, crystal," I answered back as she smiled up at me, her brown eyes twinkling. She kissed me again and then let go of my balls as she again walked back to the door. "Like I said, I'll be about thirty minutes. I need to set up appointments for Thursday and Friday. Then I'm coming back in here. I expect you to be hard and ready for some real fucking." And with that she walked out the door. I looked down to see my erection pointing back up to my stomach. I had undergone seven months of feminization at the hands of my neighbor just to get by wife to come back to me. Granted I didn't start off enjoying the humiliation of dressing as a woman, subjecting myself to hormones to grow breasts, or to have sex with another man. But deep down I did enjoy it now. I liked it. There was no debating it. But this afternoon I discovered how much I missed pussy and I had to admit to that Lynn was perhaps sexier than my wife. Without question she desired me more than any other woman and we had the best sex I could ever imagine. My life was truly bizarre but it was the most exciting life I could ever hope for. The thought of watching Lynn experience lesbian sex with her girlfriend. Meeting another man and having sex in front of Lynn. As I sat behind my desk, I stroked my cock. Something my neighbor Cynthia had forbid me to do. There was lot's she didn't allow and lot's she wouldn't know about. Getting impatient, I walked into Lynn's office. She was perched at her desk on the phone, most likely with one of our clients, as I settled down on all fours and crawled up to her desk and positioned myself between her legs, spreading them apart. She smiled as she carried on her conversation, her body moving forward in her chair giving me access to her beautiful young pussy as her head rolled back on her chair, I took some light loving laps at her hot little twat. As I buried my tongue between her lips, she sighed and her left hand fell lightly to my head as she wrapped her fingers in my hair. She covered the receiver in her hand and told me I was so bad as I kept up my assault, ever so lightly. It was a potion that I would become very accustomed to as my life took another interesting twist. And while I could have never imagined things would have turned out the way they had, there was no way I could imagine what lay in store for me in the coming weeks.