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Surprise Day

By: windwriter



After a day of working I enjoy a casual day off. Lounging for most of the day with anticipation of the evening ahead. We are to get together but there are no immediate plans, just a get together. You have forewarned me that you going to have me, to use me. All day I have felt the moisture between my thighs, in anticipation of tonight.

When you arrive I see the glint in your eye. I am clad in a house robe with nothing underneath. Your hands diligently unfasten the belt at the waist, pulling it from the loops. Taking the fabric belt you loop it over my head, around my neck, pulling me towards you. When I am close you turn my body and abruptly loop it around my neck again, pulling it slightly tighter. I can feel it at my throat but not to the point of hindering my breathing. Your breath close to my ear tells me that I am going to be yours tonight in any way you wish.

I feel the tingles on my body. Your whisper, your warmth, your strength are all intoxicating. Grasping the belt, wrapping it over your hand several times till your hand is close to my throat, your fingers reach out to stroke my cheek. Loving fingers that I have longed to feel all day. Your other hand reaches between my thighs. Feeling the moisture there, a smile briefly lights your face. Instantly without warning I feel 3 of your fingers invade me, thrusting upward. A small scream escapes from my lips. 

My body starts to grind down against your hand while your fingers maneuver inside me, stroking, probing. One final hard thrust, then just as quickly I feel your fingers leave me. Yearning for more, a whimper crosses my lips. Your breath in my ear again whispers that I must have patience. 

Your hand lets go of the belt briefly to turn me to face you, pushing me to my knees. Your hand on my face lifting it to look at you. Your other hand grasps the cloth belt again and pulls it up slightly to emphasize this point. Looking down into my eyes you ask me if I am ready for tonight. Nodding yes to you, you tell me to go to the bedroom and await you. Standing and turning, leaving the belt on my neck, I walk to the bedroom quietly.

I am sitting on the edge of the bed when you enter. Walking to stand in front of me you tell me to undress you. My shaky fingers start this task. I find that to touch your skin in the process is electrifying to me. One time my fingers started to trace around your nipple and you stopped me, chastising me, telling me to have patience. Continuing my task, I finally have all of your clothing in a heap on the bedroom floor.

Your hands reach to push me to my knees again, before you. Your hands grab my head and lead my mouth to your swollen cock, forcing it between my lips. Your body starts thrusting into my mouth, gagging me with your cock. Your fingers wrap around my hair, holding me in place. Your cock is buried deep in my throat, taking my breath for a moment. When you see I have need of a breath you pull it back briefly then thrust it in again. My body gags uncontrollable and yet I continue to suck whenever possible. Spit drips from my chin from the barrage. My hands reach to hold your legs for leverage but you tell me no. Dropping my hands to my side I continue to allow you the domination of my mouth. Panting, breathing whenever I get the chance, I can feel my body responding inwardly... wanting more.

Your hands entwined in my hair, pull me upward. Standing before you, breathless, I look into your eyes. Your intense look finds my eyes then I can feel you taking command of my body again. Your hands leave my hair and grasp my waist, turning me, pushing me face down onto the edge of the bed. Taking my arms you pull them behind me, yanking off the robe, tossing it aside. The cloth belt remains around my neck. I lay there naked, in anticipation, wondering what you will do next. Suddenly your hand lands on my ass with a loud crack. Screaming from the impact, my body shudders. Then again, and again I feel your hand leave its mark on my ass. Continuously screaming with each impact I can feel my body weakening and yet growing hungrier for you. Your other hand reaches for the cloth belt around my neck, tugging it backward, taking my breath making my screams more intense. Not slowing one bit I feel your hand continue to slap my ass repeatedly and hard. Resolved to feeling your sting my skin starts to numb slightly in that area and my screams turn to whimpers.

In that instance your hand releases the belt and your hands both grab my ass cheeks. My feet are still planted on the floor beside the bed. I feel your hands spread me wide and without warning your cock is thrust deep inside of my pussy. My wetness helps but the initial entry still takes my breath away. Holding your cock there I can feel it throbbing inside me, aching for release. Your actions are unknown to me so I find myself wondering what will transpire. I can hear your moan at being buried in my warmth, but again you surprise me and pull out.

Pushing me further onto the bed. I start to move and you halt me telling me that you will position me as you wish. Laying there with my face buried in the pillows I await your next move. Rolling me over, you extend each of my wrists and attach a restraint, then proceed to fasten it to the bedpost. Your hands do the same with my ankles, fastening them to the other bedposts. Stacking pillows under my head your body straddles mine. Your glistening cock, dripping with my juices, finds my mouth again. You thrust your cock into my mouth telling me to clean your cock. Burying it deep in my throat, gagging me unmercifully. Tears roll from the corners of my eyes, not from sadness but from the involuntary gagging. Spit also covers my mouth from the deep gagging. I find myself panting, excited, perhaps a bit fearful and yet not afraid.

Your cock finds the back of my throat on several occasions, holding it there. All the while you watch me, judging my limits, and withdraw briefly for my breaths. My moans and gags permeate the room. Being so completely out of control, knowing that if you wished you could gag me to death in this restrained position, my mind swims. Your commanding voice continues to ring in my ears, yelling at me quietly to suck it like the little bitch I am. Telling me that I am yours to use as you see fit. Telling me that I need to be used by you. Telling me that you will take me to the edge and back, safely.

With your cock buried in my mouth I feel you reach for the wrist restraints, releasing them. My hands immediately fall on your thighs, trying to push you back slightly. Your eyes find mine shooting me a warning glance. My hands drop to the bed. Sliding your cock out of my mouth, your body moves from straddling me to be at my feet. Your hands release the restraints on my ankles as well. Laying there, looking up at you, I wonder your next move.

Your hands take my legs and lift them, spreading them while your face descends to my dripping cunt. Looking up into my eyes you tell me that you are going to drink the juices that belong to you. Your flattened tongue starts lapping at me, finding my ass hole and licking upward, stopping briefly to suck and swallow what is yours. Your moans tell me you like my sweetness. My body has gone from fear of the unknown to complete pleasure from your tongue in a matter of minutes. Writhing, wiggling, moaning in ecstasy I feel my tired body respond to you. My hands reach for your head when I am about to cum. Knowing this you hold in place and continue to suck harder. Briefly my breath escapes me, for a brief moment there is silence. When I start to cum I feel 3 of your fingers thrust deep inside me, fucking me hard. Your other hand reaches for my throat, grasping it gently holding me still while my body explodes. Screaming at its intensity, tensing, then I feel my body floating, shaking until I fall limp.

Your fingers slide from inside me to find my mouth. Spreading my lips for their entrance you tell me to suck the juices from them. Tired, I greedily suck them clean. Once more I feel your hands on my body, rolling me over. My shaky legs hold my ass high in the air for you. I can feel you taking the ends of the cloth belt, still around my throat, and tying my wrists behind me with the ends of it. Taking the ankle restraints you restrain my ankles again so that they can only be where they are or wider, but not pulled together. The final restraint is a blindfold placed over my eyes.

I can feel you slide from the bed, leaving me there, restrained. My ass high in the air, I am unable to move or see. The next thing I feel are hands on my body but I know instinctively they are not yours, so I flinch. I hear your voice telling me to be still and quiet. Another set of hands join the first, then another. I feel a distinct fear coming over me, wondering who is here with us. Your mouth falls close to my ear telling me that you are going to watch me be used now, that all will be well. Just as quickly your voice is gone. I ask in a scared voice if you are still there but I hear nothing. The hands continue to run all over my body. I feel the sting of a hand on my ass that I recognize as yours and know you are there.

The three sets of hands taunt my body. One at my breasts, another scrapes nails down my back while another spreads my ass cheeks. I feel something cold pressing against my cunt then realize it is an ice cube. The fingers press it inside my warmth. When it starts to melt I feel the water dripping from inside me. A mouth falls to my cunt and sucks the ice cube out then pushes it back inside. The hot cold feeling, feels good. I feel something warm, very warm. Hot oil is being dripped onto my ass. Another set of hands massages the oil while the first person continues to suck on my clit. Hot and cold tingles cover my body. The hands at my breast place a set of nipple clamps there after generously sucking on them.

The 3 sets of hands become more intense, more persistant, greedily taunting my body and yet no one has invaded me totally. They continue to build my desire with their actions. Finally one of the sets of hands leaves me. I knew this set of hands to belong to a woman because of their size and softness. I can feel her position herself next to me on the bed, on her hands and knees as I am. I hear your voice in my ear again telling me that you are going to fuck her while I listen.

Your body comes behind me first. Your hand guides your cock to rub against my cunt, sliding the head up and down between my wet lips but not entering, taunting me. I try to press back against you but you quickly pull away from me. My actions don't even warrant a smack on my ass because you know I would enjoy it. Leaving me void of any satisfaction, only a deep desire, I feel you move behind the woman beside me.

As if missing your hand on my ass is not enough, I hear your hand land on her ass with a loud crack. Her scream echoes in my ears. All hands have left my body, it is devoid of any stimulation. You speak to the woman telling her what you are going to do. How you are going to fuck her hard until she screams. My want of you is so extreme my ass wiggles in the air wanting for your touch. Blindfolded, all I know is what I hear, all the rest is left to my imagination. I hear you tell the woman to beg for your cock. She pleads in earnest while I lay beside her, listening. I know exactly when your cock rams into her. Her moans of ecstasy are undeniable, followed by her urgings for you to fuck her. 

The other 2 sets of hands apparently belonged to another man and woman. I can feel them on the other side of me on the bed, doing the same. Bound and blindfolded, I lay between two sets of people fucking, listening and imagining how they are all feeling, it is maddening. My body drips with desire and want. 

Of all the voices and sounds in the room, I listen for yours. When you praise her for being a good bitch my heart aches for those words to belong to me. When I feel you shoving her deeper into the pillows I ache to feel your hands on my body. Knowing how your cock is assaulting her cunt drives me crazy. When I hear your body moaning I want you with a desire that is immeasurable.

At that moment I can tell the woman is close to climax. Her body responds to you quickly and she screams and moans when an orgasm grips her. I find myself encouraging her even though I want you for myself. I want her to know what my body feels when I am with you. 

At that moment, it is as though you have attained what you have been wanting. For me to feel free to share you and yet knowing I am your heart. I can feel your thrusts slowing while she free falls from her place. Ironically I feel in some strange way, as though I have went there with her. 

Your hand falls on the cloth belt attached to my arms, tugging at it somewhat gently, pulling back on my throat in the process. Your commanding voice tells me that I am next. I feel the woman beside me vacate the bed, as well as the couple on the other side. It is just you and I now. 

I can feel your hands on my ass rubbing the remnants of the oil there, massaging. Your cock slides gently, slowly into my wet cunt. A long sigh escapes me at your tenderness. Just as quickly you begin to thrust deep and hard into me, filling that void in me. One hand goes to my hip while the other rests on my lower back. Your thumb presses against my ass hole while your cock continues to pound into my cunt. When your thumb enters my ass it is relaxed and yet I scream both in surprise and ecstasy. I feel you working it in and out of my ass as you continue fucking me. I love feeling your strength, your power over my body. I love knowing that I satisfy you.

Your voice sends tingles over my skin when you tell me that you are going to have my ass, that you are going to claim me completely. Your cock lingers briefly inside my cunt while your other hand goes to my ass. Your fingers massage and work me into a deeper relaxation, until you feel I am ready. I feel your cock slide out of my wetness to rest at my ass. The large head rests there pressing gently, then more persistant. Your hands have my cheeks spread wide. All of you excites me, your voice, your touch, your desire. 

When the head pops into my ass I can't help but scream. That feeling of pain/pleasure begins to consume me, wanting it out of me and yet wanting it in me. Your voice commands me to tell you what I want. Without hesitation I beg you, rather frantically, to fuck my ass. Your hand stings my ass with a slap, displacing some of my pain. I can feel you pressing deeper, screaming and yet loving this feeling. Your groans tell me that my tightness is squeezing your cock. I can feel it growing harder inside me. Slowly you continue, still deeper into my ass, taking what is yours. This feeling of pain/pleasure presses me to a special place. My screams have subsided somewhat to be replaces by whimpers. Tears start to fill my eyes, tears of happiness, pain, pleasure, so many emotions fill me.

When I feel your body pressing against my ass cheeks I know your cock is buried inside me and I relax even more, letting my body adjust to you. Your hands reach for my shoulders as I feel the weight of your body fall deep on top of me. Using my body for leverage your cock starts to withdraw slightly then goes back deeper. This time your body thrusts hard against me knowing that you are in completely, as far as you can go. Small growls slide from my lips, a hunger builds inside me. I find myself begging you to fuck my ass, without abandon.

You respond, your cock slides in and out of my ass, stretching and reaming me. Screams, growls, moans, so many sounds come from both of us, primal sounds. I can feel sweat drip from your body onto my back. We are both in a deep fucking frenzy. Your grip on my shoulders has gone to my hips, feeling your command of my body sends me over the top. That brief second before climax my breath escapes me then returns with a vengeance. A loud scream flows from my mouth while my fingers grip the sheets until my knuckles turn white. My climax, the tightening of my muscles grips your cock, pulsing around you.

I hear your moans and know you are going to cum. Hearing your climax close at hand, my body starts to soar again, riding on this wave of pleasure with you. With a final thrust, your cock is buried in my ass. Your hot cum shoots deep inside me. Each movement, each sound from you continues me on this wave. Feeling your small short deep thrusts filling my ass with your cum, skin against skin. Your hands reach for the blindfold, giving me sight, then the restraints, releasing me. Curling up together, wrapping your arm and leg over my body, you claim me yet again even in our stillness. A kiss on my neck and a whisper in my ear that I am yours completely, brings a smile to my heart before we drift off to sleep.

Surprise Dinner Party



After the shock of walking into the house from work and seeing my girlfriends, after the kisses and hellos and a scolding, affectionate look at my husband, I sat at the patio table and was handed a beer and got the details. My silly husband, bless him, knew how I enjoyed my nights with the girls, without our husbands, just chatting and eating things we shouldn't and laughing at our lives. He had conspired with Mona, my best friend of the group, to get the girls to my house for a night. Mona was endearingly social and outgoing; always had been, and she was the unspoken leader of our group, always the one to make plans, to get us together. She did everything with a grace and enthusiasm that made you want to follow, it was natural for her. You always knew, when were with her, that you had her complete attention and was, for those minutes, the center of her world. She and I had been close since high school, the rest of the girls were friends just as long, but Mona and I were always closer. It was her way. So of course my husband had turned to her for assistance.

We lived a distance away from the rest of my girlfriends, and normally for these occasional gatherings would have to drive to the area they all lived. He brought them to me, without my knowing, after several schedule changes and much confusion, worked with Mona to find a night they could all be there, and settling for as many as could be available. He had done the cleaning, the shopping and all the cooking, kept it secret for months. What a dear!

The girls were at least a full drink ahead of me, having arrived an hour before I got home. After greetings and kisses I sat and picked at the trays of appetizers and crackers he had laid out, way too much for this small group, and he excused himself to begin the dinner preparations which would be served inside, upstairs. As he walked up the deck steps to the kitchen, the admiring whispers and jests, some none too subtle, began. 

"I can't believe he did this..." 

"You are so lucky...." 

"Really, the food is terrific...." 

"I wish my husband..." 

"You better take good care of him..." 

"I will if she doesn't..." "God, he's so handsome, and ...." 

"Not fair, that great body, and all this, for you...." 

"Come on, we're friends, you could share..." 

I had known for years that I was, what my dear Jeff had titled, 'the winner'. It's what he called himself when we were out, after mingling with the crowd, or later, on the way home. "I was the winner, again," he would tell me, whispering the words in my ear if we were still there. It was his way of saying that I was the prettiest woman there, the winner in the contest of husbands. We would smile, and I would thank him, for I knew he meant it, even if I disagreed. He loved me, and his vision was influenced by his heart.

But I knew that the reality was that I was the winner. And my friends, bless them, all knew it, too.

Not that my friends had all married losers. Okay, some had, and others were less than attractive, and others had fallen out of love, or had just settled into lives together. But Jeff and I, we were more in love now than we had ever been. Granted, he WAS incredibly handsome, with a dazzling, honest smile, and funny and charming when he warmed past his shyness, and he kept himself fit. Furthermore, not only had our sexual appetite not dwindled in the second half of our forties, but it seemed to take on a new freedom of exploration and communication. We tried new things, teased each other, talked more openly about sex. It kept us young, I thought, and youth kept us alive and in love. I was the most happily married of my friends, and to the most handsome and attractive of the husbands, and they all knew it, and teased me about it every time we were together. 

And now he had done this thing for me, to get my friends here, something I would never do for myself. And he had done all the work spectacularly, and he had impressed the hell out of my girlfriends, even more than usual. And they were not, for all their flaws, shy about their feelings. They joked, for certain, but there was always more than a hint of truth in their jests, and now I heard a pang of jealousy underlying their compliments. 

Jeff came back down the stairs, dressed in his dirty jeans and an untucked collared shirt, smiling genuinely for being both pleased with himself and for seeing me happy, and looking for all the world like the perfect man, and my heart swelled with pride as he dazzled them with his charm, placing the last tray of appetizers before us. I loved him, and he loved me, and even as he dazzled the group I could feel it from him. After the party tonight, I would show him how much I appreciated his efforts.

He raised his hand for their attention and we all silenced our chattering. "Dinner will be in forty five minutes," he crooned in his melodious voice, with a trace of prideful smile. Did I mention he was perfect? "Will you be needing anything before I go up?" We were sitting downstairs, in the outside den, we called it, the area under the deck with the table and chairs that he had protected from the rain and built decorative walls on two sides. I had bragged about his skills while he was upstairs. 

"More wine," Felice called to him in her hoarse, throaty voice, "and can you wear an apron?" We all laughed, and he smiled his cute smile, knowing (because I told him many times) that they all loved him to death; I told him so all the time. He never let it go to his head, and I think the information made him somewhere between disbelieving, afraid and curious.

"I'll be right back," he told the group, and headed up to fetch another bottle. Murmurs of admiration again followed his departure, and then we descended again into our ceaseless prattle. We heard his steps returning, and I turned to see his feet coming down the stairs. Ever the one for fun, he had, in fact, donned an apron from the kitchen, the one he'd gotten from a vendor at work who sold cookbooks. It was a rich burgundy, and he had it tied at the waist, illustrating his slender body which was not lost on my friends. Of the husbands, only a few remained fit. 

The apron got the expected amount of laughs and comments as he poured, including Felice who called out as he returned up the stairs, "No, I meant just the apron and boxers!" to everyone's entertainment. Jeff, not to be out-quipped, stopped on the steps and leaned his head under the deck to answer. 

"I'm not wearing any," he intoned with a dry smirk, to hoots and hollers, "and you should have been here this afternoon, then, when I was wearing ONLY the apron!" The cheers of encouragement followed him up the stairs. 

"Hot damn," Mona muttered beside me, too loudly for my ears alone, "if only."

"I hear that," Felice replied, then called out to me, joking. "Seriously, Dee, can you get him to wear just the apron?" There were a few whoops and cheers from the rest of the girls, and then the more lurid comments started. 

"I'd like to see that..." 

"...ass looks so nice..." 

"I'd do him in a second..." 

"Maybe tonight Dee will share him, let us have him..." to lots of laughs and good-natured cheers, and then Mona leaned into my ear and said, "Really, Dee, Jeff is so hot, how can you keep your hands off him? You better watch these girls!" She snickered as she said it, and I laughed with her. "Maybe I should call Mark," she laughed with an exaggerated leer; Mark is her husband. "And tell him not to wait up, and I'll stay and we'll have a threesome!" It was Mona's second-longest running joke, and I laughed as I always did. The longest joke between us was her telling me that I looked so good that if she ever went lesbian it would be with me. She'd being saying it since seeing me at her wedding. She's a hoot. 

I got caught up in the conversation then; there were at least three going on at any time as we all caught up with each other. It was traditional to all get together a few times a year, and having known each other for so long, we picked up right where the last one left off, relating stories of family and friends and work, kids and events, hardships and pleasures. In due time Jeff returned and called us for dinner, and we helped bring the leftover appetizers upstairs. He had set the table and even lit the candles, my dear man, and the girls cooed and complimented, and begged him to serve, but he declined, amused, and withdrew, leaving us to our chatter and dinner. 

Towards the end of the meal Mona boisterously demanded the third bottle of wine be opened, a slur evident in her voice, and I wondered if she had been drinking too much, or started on an empty stomach. We all continued talking, never running out or slowing when we got together, just leaping from one topic to the next and endorsing each other's feelings. But within the hour Mona was at my side, asking if she could lie down a while. I got her to my daughter's room; she was out for the night, and told Mona she could stay over if she needed. She had come with three others, making the far drive as a group. As she settled onto the bed, I wondered if she'd be sick. I lined a wastebasket with a plastic bag and left it by the bed, then rejoined the group.

Well, Mona was always the catalyst of the conversation, and without her, the other three from far away began slowing; we seemed suddenly to run out of steam and new topics without her. Some girls began clearing glasses and plates, and within an hour of losing Mona they were standing, and kissing goodbye. There was a lot of "tell Jeff thanks" and "I love him" and smiles and we-have-to-do-this-again's. And then they were gone, and I went downstairs to the den to find Jeff. 

He was at the television, sitting stretched across the couch, and I had him move his legs up so I could sit, and he put his legs over mine. I took his hand and thanked him.

"Was the food okay?" he asked. He knew I was happy with his event, and I could see the satisfaction on his face, the pleasure he took from seeing me happy with my friends. 

"Delicious; everything was perfect."

"Everyone have fun?" 

"Yes, they all said thanks as well. They love you. Except Mona. She's in Linda's room. She might have had too much." I smiled. "I was the winner, by the way." 

He grinned. "Ready for bed?" 

Boy, was I. Between my gratitude and the admiration of my friends I was ready to have at him right there on the couch. "Let me check on Mona," I told him. "The girls helped me clean." We kissed, a little hotly; I let him know that I wanted him, and he confirmed, tongues tussling delicately. We got up and made our way upstairs, locking up the house on the way. I can't relax if there are doors unlocked. 

I watched his ass as he walked down the hallway to our room, my hand on the doorknob of our daughter's room. He was gorgeous and sexy, and I wanted him to take me, hard and fast and completely, the way I like it. I had a flashing vision of giving myself to him, allowing him inside me, feeling him enter and fill me, and I flushed with excitement. I turned the knob and stepped into the room. Mona was sitting up in the bed, pillows propped behind her. She looked fully recovered and smiled at me. 

"Are they all gone?"

"Yeah, I told them we would drive you..."

"Damn!" she chirped, swinging her legs from the bed, "I thought they'd never leave! Finally!" She stood and started for the door, her hair tousled and clothes mussed from laying in the bed. But I was in the doorway, and hadn't moved, and she stopped at me, looking expectantly into my face.

"What..." I blinked with confusion, wondering why she was no longer slurring. "I thought you... " And then she kissed me. My muddled brain didn't register at first, still struggling with a Mona that was not drunk, and my brain whirled as her face was suddenly in mine, her lips on mine, hot and urgent, her hand behind my neck, under my hair, pulling my face to hers as her lips caressed mine, teasing and loving and soft. I stood frozen with surprise, near shock, as my brain reeled in sensory overload, too much to comprehend. I gasped, and as my mouth opened, she pressed in, opening hers, and I felt my long-time friend's tongue slip in and touch the inside of my mouth, so slight, so wonderful, and a tingle ran from my lips to the back of my head where her hand touched the nape of my neck. My eyes cleared and I saw hers, smoky and lidded, looking into my own. I became aware of our bodies touching, her other hand at my back, her breast pressing to mine, our thighs fitted together as she kissed me. Not panicked, but immobilized by the sudden situation so far from my expectations and frame of reference, I was unable to react until, reeling in confusion, I fell back against the doorframe, our lips parting.

She stepped to me, looking into my face, an expression of smoldering desire barely registering in my head. "What..." I managed, my lips still recalling the contact of her tongue, trying to process the sensation. Her hand rested on my hip. "Mona, what... What are you doing?"

"You," she said softly. "And Jeff. And me." My ears heard the words, confused, but my eyes focused on her lips, the way they opened and moved as they formed the simple words, a delicate dance of soft tissue. My own lips recalled the touch of hers, her tongue touching my mouth, and I licked my lips involuntarily, tasting her. I struggled for a response, still not comprehending, not wanting to comprehend. Afraid, but not. She was my friend, my closest and dearest friend. She had kissed me. 

"But," I stammered, "but those are jokes." There were hundreds of words in my head, but that was all my mouth could form. 

"At first," she told me, "but not for a while, now," she said, stepping into me and pressing her body against mine. My arms hung limply at my sides as she pressed me against the doorframe, the hand at my hip snaking to my lower back, the other suddenly at my face, stroking my cheek lightly. I think I flinched. Her face was inches from mine and I felt her breath on my skin, could smell her perfume, and something else. My body sent familiar signals to my brain, confusing in the context. "I want him tonight. I want you, too." Her eyes held mine, imprisoned by her gaze and my confusion as she leaned to me and kissed me again, just a touch of her lips on mine. "I want you both, together, tonight." Her eyes gleamed wetly and my breath caught as realization struck. "Don't be afraid, Dee," she whispered, sensing my tremble. "You'll love it, you'll see." 

And she pressed herself to me then, kissing me again, her soft lips on mine, one hand at the side of my face, and I froze again, overwhelmed by the sudden unfamiliar situation. I did not stop her, and she did not stop; her lips touched and caressed mine, and I breathed in her breath, struggling to come to grips with the situation, and then I felt her tongue, the tip licking my lips. "I have wanted this, so much, so long now," she whispered into my mouth, and my brain struggled to understand, fighting my body as it tried to respond. "I want you, I want you both." And then I realized my tongue was touching hers, my lips were parted. Still I struggled inside, then recognizing my reaction, I pulled away.

"I can't," I said, my whisper weaker than I intended. A tremble of fear stole through me as I thought of Jeff, still awake, waiting for me in our bedroom. What if he came out, saw us kissing in the doorway? I tried to imagine his reaction; lust, fury, incomprehension? 

"You will," she told me, and I felt my resistance falter. "You must. I need this," she said, but there was no pleading, only statement of fact. "I want him, and you. Share him with me," came her hoarse whisper. "It will be so good, you'll see." I felt my will slipping. I wanted Jeff, needed Jeff tonight. He was right there, in our room, probably already naked, waiting. What would he say when I walked in with Mona? And why was I even considering allowing the possibility? I felt Mona's hand take mine, lifting my powerless arm. She moved, and I followed, dumbstruck. In a daze I saw her lead me to our bedroom door, my feet moving, not knowing why. Her hand was hot in mine. I saw her look back at me, smiling with conspiratorial glee and accomplishment. I saw her hand on the doorknob, and then she was leading me inside. 

I saw Jeff scramble to cover his naked form, his cock flopping between his legs as he scrambled for the covers. I heard his stuttered apologies and shock, but they were cut off suddenly as Mona took me in her arms and kissed me again, at the foot of our bed. I was kissing her back, not knowing why, feeling my desire for Jeff between my legs, wanting his body, feeling only Mona's against mine.

"Holy shit," I heard him say from the bed. Mona pulled her lips from mine, and turned me to face Jeff, slipping behind me, her arms circling my waist, her head at my neck.

"Yes, Jeff," she said, her lips in my ear. "Holy shit, indeed. Tonight we are going to fulfill my fantasy. I hope it's one of yours." I watched his eyes open wide and his mouth dropped open, silent. "All of us. Together." Her words sent a tremble though me, and I wondered why, but couldn't find the strength to resist. "Please say you're interested, that you want this, too. Dee is struggling a little." I felt her hands slip up my front, and she held my breasts. I heard a sharp breath, and realized it was my own. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, as my best friend caressed my breasts for my husband. I saw his indecision on his face, but the tenting sheet in his lap held unmistakable meaning. 

"See that," Mona hissed in my ear, "he wants it; wants us both." Her tongue licked my earlobe, then circled inside, making me sigh and close my eyes. "and I want you both." One hand slipped to my waist and slid up under my blouse, up my stomach, her fingertips touching my skin. The other left my breast and began unbuttoning me; I opened my eyes to see Jeff, his uncertainty and surprise replaced with unadulterated lust. He wanted this. Mona wanted this. I wanted to resist; I never dreamed of it, never wanted it. But it was here, and my body betrayed me. The top of my blouse was opened, and her other hand pushed my bra up my chest, and I felt feminine, insistent fingers grip my tit, a fingertip flicking the nipple. 

"Mona, what..." But that was all the objection Jeff could muster, and at that moment I wasn't sure I wanted him to object anymore. Mona finished unbuttoning my top, both hands now caressing my breasts. It was heavenly, and I was afraid, but powerless to stop her, and not sure I wanted to. 

"It's not a dream, Jeff." Mona told him. Her hands were under my breasts and she slid them up, presenting my tits to my husband. Jeff was sitting up now, the sheet pooled at his waist, his erection plain in his lap. Mona's finger and thumb grasped my nipples and teased, then pulled and pinched, and I let out a low moan, staring at my husband. "She's so hot for you, Jeff. So am I." She released one nipple and her hand was suddenly between my legs, pressing my jeans crotch into my pussy. I gasped. "And I'm hot for Dee, too." Her words chilled me, thrilled me. I was being molested by a woman, my friend, in front of my husband. "Come here, Jeff; suck her pretty tits. 

Oh, god, I wanted him to, but at the same time I knew that if he moved there was no stopping this night, and I didn't know where it would lead. I looked at him; I don't know what he saw in my eyes. He hesitated only a second, and then scrambled to the foot of the bed, naked and hard, his body exposed to me, to Mona. I saw a flash of eager desire on his face as it approached the breast Mona offered him, and then his lips were on my nipple, and he sucked, hard. I felt a surge of passion run through my chest to my pussy, where Mona was pressing me still. My hands found his head, and I held him there, feeling his lips, his tongue, then his teeth. My head fell back on Mona's shoulders and I groaned out loud as desire swept through me. 




Surprise Dinner Party



I felt hands remove my top, my bra, and then fumbling at my pants, opening then, pulling them down. Jeff's lips were on mine, now, kissing me and I kissed him back hotly, my hands in his hair, his on my shoulders, our tongues deep in each other's mouths. I was lifting my feet, feeling my jeans pulled off me, awkward and clumsy. 

"Oh, fuck," Jeff said into my mouth, and pulled back. I saw his eyes wide open, and looked down to see Mona, still dressed, with his cock in her mouth, sucking him. I stared, unable to look away, watching my Jeff's hard shaft emerge from Mona's lips, wet and slick with saliva. Her hand gripped him at the base, and she pumped her head slowly. I love his cock, hard and firm, but the sight of it being sucked by someone else was enticing; fascinating and wildly erotic. I stared, dumbfounded and hypnotized by the spectacle; so beautiful, so sexy. 

Mona pulled off, still holding it with her hand, and turned up to look at me. "Fucking gorgeous," she said to me, "and delicious." She flashed that conspiratorial grin again, as though I were in this with her instead of being swept up in her passion. "And this," she added, turning her head to face me, "looks just as good." 

I don't know why I didn't scream, or run from the room, or go hysterical. I had never envisioned a threesome, or sex with my best friend, had never fantasized of sex with another woman. I just stood there, mouth agape as she moved her head to the junction of my legs and pressed her face into my shaved pussy. I was aware of her breath, hot on my sex, and then felt her lips kissing my pussy. I felt a surge of wetness inside, and my legs wobbled and grew weak, and then her tongue was licking at the top of my slit, burrowing into me, stopped by my stomach. My hands felt for her head but didn't push her away, and my hips angled forward of their own accord. I felt her tongue slip further, felt my juices spill out as she parted them, and I turned to Jeff. He was staring at me with admiration and wonder. 

"Oh, Jeff," I squeaked, "she's licking my cunt!" 

"I know, baby, it's so hot!" He kissed me again, and I fell into the sensation of tongues in my mouth and pussy as the same time, and I nearly swooned. One hand left Mona's head and held Jeff's shoulder, holding me up, and Jeff's hands were around my back as we kissed. I was hot, and nearly overwhelmed by passion, and felt my legs giving way. Jeff helped me to the bed, and I fell onto my back, eyes closed, my pussy aching for attention as Mona's mouth pulled away. 

"Fuck, she's hot Jeff," I heard her say. I felt fingers between my legs, pressing inside me, two, Jeff's, I could tell, and I groaned. "Oh, my god, that so hot." I opened my eyes to see her pulling her clothes off, staring at Jeff's fingers as they penetrated me, stroking inside, pressing my g-spot. He moved his thumb to my clit; I could feel how hard it was, and the first touch made me see stars as I cried out, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. 

His fingers stroked me; I was so wet, so excited, my misgivings forgotten, lost in the heat in my pussy, the sensations running through me, my need for satisfaction. I felt a climax approaching, barely aware of its speed, and surrendered to my body, vaguely aware of bodies moving around me. His fingers slipped from me, and a pang of loss gripped me momentarily as my vacated sex begged for more. Then they were back, slipping inside me, stroking me confidently, firmly, fucking me with slim digits, restarting my climb to orgasm. I felt something touch my face and saw his cock head, swollen and dripping, rubbing at my lips. I opened and took the head inside, sucking the precum from the tip, and turning my head to get more of him. Oh, his hard cock in my mouth! So hot, so hard, the thin skin sliding over hard flesh as it slipped into me, the fat head filling my mouth, so sexy. I felt the fingers increase the intensity and something else, wet and firm at my clit. I looked up at Jeff and he held my face between his hands, 

"Cum, baby," he said as I sucked his beautiful cock. "Cum for us." His hands. They were at my face. I looked down my body and the realization hit me. My mouth opened, releasing his cock; I felt it laying wetly on my cheek as I saw Mona's head between my legs, licking and fingering me, and the idea of her there pushed me over the edge; my orgasm exploded, sudden and powerful. I screamed as the wave broke, coursing through me, sending tremors though my entire body, my legs jamming together, forcing her tongue away but trapping her fingers inside me. I gushed, and panted, and shook as the storm inside me gripped and crested, and began to recede. Sweat broke out and chilled my skin as I went limp, and exhaled. I felt her fingers slip out of me.

Then suddenly she was at my face, kissing me, her lips wet, tangy. I smelled my arousal and knew it was on her face, and my mouth opened, and her tongue slipped inside, wet from my cunt. I didn't care - no, I did care, I wanted it, beyond reason I wanted her pussy-wet face at mine, wanted the tongue from my pussy in my mouth, and I grabbed at her, pulling her on top of me, feeling her heat, her breasts against mine, felt her pussy pressing into my thigh, grinding wetly against me. 

She kissed and licked my face, grunting as she ground herself against me; no longer troubled by intimacy with another woman or potential complexities in our friendship I kissed her back, my hands finding her ass and driving my thigh between her legs as I would with Jeff. She was grunting into my mouth, hot with passion and desire, mine meeting hers. Then suddenly I felt another sensation at my cheek. Jeff was there, pressing his cock between our faces, and my eyes opened, saw hers, was swallowed by hers, wide and glaring. Our mouths parted and Jeff's cock slipped between our lips, and we sucked him together as he fucked our mashing lips.

Her face was in mine, inches away, as Jeff pushed his cock between us. Her lips touched mine as we stroked his shaft, lips and tongues playing against him, against each other, her saliva dripping down to my face, her face smelling of my pussy, God, it was so hot, so wanton. I felt out of control, carried away by her insistent desire, and I went, willingly, eagerly. I watched her take the head into her mouth, watched him push inside her, pulsing a few short strokes, and then he was in mine, and she kissed my face and lips as I sucked him, tasting his clear pre-cum, her mouth, sharing Jeff's cock with her. We switched back and forth, taking turns, and I felt my pussy pulsing with each switch.

His cock slipped away, and I missed it instantly, my mouth open and staring up at her. Her eyes blazed into mine as my hands explored her skin, her back, her ass, her hair damp and hanging into my face. I felt movement, and her pussy rose up from my leg; bereft of his cock at my mouth and her hot groin on my leg I moaned, eager for the contact of their flesh against me. I was staring at her, and her mouth dropped open, a low moan emerging and her eyes closed halfway, fluttering.

"He's fucking me," she whispered, "oh, fuck, his cock is inside me, Jeff is fucking my cunt, oh, Dee, it's so good!" She raised up on her arms then, and I saw her body jostle forward as she groaned, and I knew it was true, my husband had his cock up inside my friend, and the idea was so hot, so foreign, so wonderful! I reached a hand to her face, stroked it, and she pressed her cheek to my fingers. 

"You like his cock, baby?" I asked her, goading her desire, "you like his beautiful cock fucking your hot pussy?" I was enraptured by her face, her reaction as she shook with each hard thrust, evenly paced, slow and steady. 

"Oh, so good," she managed, and I pulled her head down into my shoulder, feeling her breath in my neck, her lips delivering tiny kisses at the delicate skin. I looked over her back and saw him, his face intent and lost, shoulders hunched, chest tight, arms clenching as he held her hips. 

"Fuck her, Jeff, fuck her good! Give her your cock for me!" I called to him. He looked at me, meeting my eyes with his, his face the familiar mask of desire, usually looking down at me, now looking over Mona's back as he thrust his hips hard into her. I could hear wet flesh slapping as he smashed himself into her, pounding harder now, picking up speed, and Mona began a keening below my ear. I felt her body shudder and she suddenly pulled her head from my neck, holding herself up on her arms, blocking my sight of my husband. 

"I'm gonna cum," she panted, "fuck, I'm gonna cum on his cock, fuck, Dee, it's close, fuck," she rambled, her voice increasing in volume and intensity. I watched her face, seeing what Jeff would see in mine when I came, the eyes bulging wide, the mouth open, moving wordlessly, grunts becoming squeaks, then a shriek and a gasp.

"Yeah, honey, cum on his cock, cum for me, let me see you come for my man!" I urged. I slipped a hand between our bodies, between her legs; felt his pussy-slicked cock sliding into her, felt her wet labia parting, sucking, and I touched her clit. I felt it, hard and obvious, a fleshy pearl between her lips, like mine, yet different, and I rubbed her, hard and fast and she screamed as I helped my husband bring her to orgasm. I felt her body tremble above me, felt her juices spill from her, watched her expression and heard her sounds, a symphony and dance of delight fulfillment, and my breath caught at the beauty of her, of her proximity, and her desire for us. 

Her eyes had closed as she eased from her heights, and they fluttered open now, to regard me, to reward me. "Thank you," she whispered, her breasts pressed to mine as she rested her weight on one arm, stroking my face with the other, tucking my hair behind my ear. She moved up, then, extracting herself from Jeff and resting her wet sex on my stomach. "Your turn," she grinned at me, lovingly, and before the word finished I felt the slick spongy head at my eager opening, pressing insistently. I felt my face tighten in anticipation, and then my eyes opened, trained on hers, as he slid fully into me, pressing himself tightly to my labia, and filling me completely. 

I gasped, and my mouth fell open as his familiar solid cock filled my aching cunt, aching for him, aching for her. My body surged in ecstasy, my hands around her back as he began a slow, rhythmic thrusting into my depths. She arched her back, dropping a breast to my face, the soft full flesh brushing my chin, my lips. Unbidden and without thought my lips closed on the hardened bud of her nipple, teasing the rubbery erection with my tongue as I sucked her. A breast, I thought; a tit. I am sucking a tit, another woman's tit, and I loved it, felt a rush through me as I had never felt before, overwhelmed by desire and love and attention, a wave of lust and mindless giving and receiving. I sucked hard, wanting to swallow it, biting a little, unable to stop. 

She suddenly pulled away, and I had a brief glance of Jeff, kneeling between my legs, his strong chest and tight stomach tensing with each glorious stroke, and I felt a similar rush, for him, for us both. She slipped off to the side, and in an instant her breast was back at my mouth, and I felt hers on mine; she had moved to kneel above my head, hanging her tits above me and dropping her face to mine. I sucked her, and felt my own sucked, as though I were sucking my own nipples, with my friend as a conduit for my own attention and pleasure. And still my pussy raged at me, enjoying the thick shaft as it plowed inside, slower, then faster; swirling, then hard. Jolts of pleasure ran from my mouth to my nipple and to my wet cunt, fucked by my husband. 

She pulled up then, her dark nipple pulled from my mouth, dangling wet and shining and hard above my head, moving slightly as Jeff's motion shook me, and I transferred the motion to her. I was mesmerized by the erect nub of flesh, lost in the vision of it, until she spoke. 

"I can see it, Dee, I see his cock in you, god, it's gorgeous, so beautiful, so sexy." I realized she was watching the joining of my husband and me, his thick shaft spearing into me, a sight I love, and now she loved, too. I felt her fingers, lighter than before, dancing lightly at my opening, feeling Jeff's cock sliding into me, touching him, touching me. Jeff put his hands behind my knees and pushed them up, and she helped, holding me open to her view, my hips raised, and he struck deeper, the angle changing, pressing into me, bumping my cervix. I moaned, feeling him, feeling her fingers touching me. And then she said, "fuck, that looks so good," and she moved, and the nipple disappeared from my view, moving down my body. 

As I felt her tongue touch my clit I swooned, a tremor running the length of my spine and I closed my eyes, a sharp intake of breath signaling her efforts. God, she was licking me as Jeff fucked me, tasting his cock and my cunt at once, the newness and strange sensations flooding me. And I opened my eyes. 

There, above me, was her wet flower, open and swollen, beautiful and delicious for having been fucked by Jeff's cock. It was open and slick, the colors deep and red inside, the lips almost purple, engorged with blood and passion, and at the top, her lovely pearl of flesh peeked at me, pink and urgent and eager. Reacting, not thinking; overwhelmed with desire and lust, my hands moved to her ass, sliding down her back, feeling her smooth, fleshy globes, and I pulled down on her as I stretched my neck, craning my head to her. As much as my excitement had reached levels beyond my previous experience, this imminent action, this immediate new temptation made me tremble with anticipation. I felt her heat on my face as my flesh approached her, inhaled her scent, the scent of arousal, of desire. 

And for the first time, I licked a pussy. I tasted female arousal other than my own, and the juices spilled from her, her lips soft and malleable in my mouth, her button hard under my tongue, her opening hot, leaking and welcoming as I speared inside, sucking her nectar, swallowing this gift, this precious gift. Oh, the wonder of it, to be this close to my dear friend, to be her lover, to share this delight. To give back what she had given me; to lick her cunt, to be fucked while I pleasured her, and she teased my own opening, sharing in the delicious threesome of joined bodies. I felt my pussy respond, tightening, clenching as it prepared to launch me into heights unknown, my legs tensing against my Jeff's restraint. 

I heard a muffled moan, eager and excited, felt the vibration of her sounds on my clit, and answered with my own grunts into her wet pleasure, and then it took me, stronger and harder than before. I came, the orgasm cresting through me, my pussy exploding in spasms of release and tension, clamping and clutching at the cock and lips between my legs. I heard my cries echoed briefly, felt her push down onto my face and her juices gushed out, her thighs clamping down on the sides of my head, holding me still against her, nearly smothering me in her cunt, and oh, I didn't care; my breath cut off, deprived of oxygen, buried in the wonder of her orgasm and my own. I was lost in her, my face joined to her; my tongue and her flesh, wet and hot and perfect. I swallowed, sucking her cream as it spilled down, soaking my face, slipping into my nostrils, and I wondered if I might drown in her, and welcomed the possibility. 

My orgasm receded, and air struck my face, cooling the wetness that coated me; she had pulled herself away, released my head, and my lungs filled with air. I was alive, I opened my eyes to see her elevated hips above me, pussy open and wet, cheeks slightly apart. I saw her tiny ass winking slyly at me and felt her mouth fully between my legs, licking at my opening, and I realized Jeff had pulled out. I saw movement on the side and he was there, at my head, his cock slick with cum, dwindling but still thick and full. I turned to him and opened my mouth and he came to me, and I sucked him, sucked his cum and my own from his shaft and head even as I realized that Mona was doing the same to me, sucking his gift from inside me, her lips kissing and caressing my fucked cunt, pulling his hot cream out with her tongue. With Jeff's cock in my mouth, wet and soft now, I put a hand on her fleshy rounded ass cheeks, and trailed a finger down her valley, resting at her tiny hole. I felt it pulse in response to my touch.  

I pulled my mouth from Jeff, then, and my other hand joined the first, grabbing her cheek, pulling it aside to show me her back door, twitching under my fingertip. I slipped it to her pussy, wetting it, and returned it to her starfish, and pressed, feeling it slip inside, the muscle tightening around my wet digit, then becoming loose, welcoming my entrance. I pushed again, and my finger slipped easily inside, and she reacted between my legs, pressing her face harder. The heat wrapped my finger and I pumped it, then added a second, and she welcomed it with glee, moaning her delight into my pussy. Captured by the sensation, I fucked her ass with my fingers while she licked me, and once again I felt a climax approach, never fully dissipated, and a smaller, less intense orgasm took me. I was able to concentrate through it, and Mona came again from my anal fingering, her pussy pulsing, and lifting her head to cry out her pleasure to the room. 

She rolled off to the side, then, and stretched herself out next to me, holding one leg in her arms, her head resting on my thigh, her own extended next to my face, on her side, her pussy so close I could feel the heat from her. I kissed lightly on the smooth skin of her thighs, and Jeff took position on my other side, facing the same way as Mona, gripping my other thigh, his cock, soft and spent, pressing against my hair. My hands were on their chests, feeling with one hand his strong muscles flex as he held me, her breasts under the other, soft and firm and smooth, an erect nipple sliding under my fingers. 

Mona's hand found mine on her breast and she twined her fingers in mine. I took my hand from Jeff and pushed pillows under my head, elevating me so I could see them, my husband and my friend, my lovers. Mona squeezed my hand, pressing it into her soft breast. 

"Thank you," she said, looking at me, then turning to Jeff. "Thank you both. It was...so much. So wonderful." She sighed dreamily. "Even better than I imagined."

Jeff chuckled quietly. "Us?" he asked. "We should be thanking YOU!" his voice was soft and appreciative. "I know I do," he added, then I watched him lean over my legs and kiss her, softly and with a warmth I had only seen him show to me. I felt no jealousy, though, as my lovers kissed above my satisfied pussy. It was so tender, so, I don't know, right, I guess; so perfect, that a welcoming knot of warmth formed inside me. He pulled his lips from her, her tongue trailing his lips. He looked in her eyes, then motioned his head. "What do you think Dee feels?" She returned his smile and they both looked at me. 

There was so much to say, so much to feel; I remembered it all, staring at them, imprinting the night on my memory, every touch, every sensation, every new line crossed. My eyes went back and forth between them, and I felt myself smiling. 

"What, you goon?" Jeff teased, "Don't just sit there, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Spill it."

"I still can't believe it," I finally managed. "It was so..." I searched my mind for the words. "Unexpected?" They looked at me, waiting. "So unimaginable. So..." I sat up, my breasts settling against my chest, feeling natural being naked with them. "So far beyond. I never dreamed, never imagined." I shook my head, and saw their smiles, understanding me, hanging on my words. "I never fantasized about it; I know, we joked, but it was always just that, a joke between us." I was talking to Mona, and she grinned a little sheepishly, and her head dropped. "No," I added quickly, "don't. Don't be embarrassed. I'm glad. I know I was afraid, at first, you know, surprised, and, like, frozen stiff, but I'm glad. Glad we did it." She smiled at me then, and I turned to Jeff. "It was wonderful, so wonderful," He leered a little.




Surprise Dinner Party



"All of it?" he asked, and I knew what he meant. I had always turned up my nose at the idea of girls together. 

"Yes, Jeff," I teased back, "all of it." I felt myself blush a little at my confession. "Maybe that especially," I added softly. "I don't ever want to forget," I told them both. "Ever. I want to burn it in my memory."

Mona pulled my thighs to her face, opening my legs, and her fingers danced across my vaginal lips, caressing them, and she kissed my thigh. "Well, maybe," she said, casting a glance at Jeff, "we will just have to remind you from time to time."

I saw Jeff's eyes following her fingers, and felt a stiffening presence next to me. Oh, tell me the night is not yet over...



Surprise, Durprise!



1 - Surprising an old friend

It only started out about a year ago. Actually, really, it was much longer ago. But two years ago things REALLY got going. It was when Mike, my brother, asked me to have a look at his computer, the CDR wasn't doing what it should. So one evening when his wife, my wife's very best friend and business partner, was visiting my wife - it all gets just a bit complicated HERE, anyway, I went over to see what I could do.

After about an hour I thought I had it sorted, it was a software rather than a hardware problem. I shouted down to Mike to show him what I'd done but when I called he wasn't there. Probably gone over the road to see his wife, or mine maybe. I said it was complicated.

Mike and I had been mates for donkey's years, ever since school sixth form. Done everything together, even dated best friends, Marianne and Carol. And yes, even married them. OK, we'd all split up to go to college, the girls both got into Cambridge, I went to Exeter, Mike went to Oxford so we were some distance apart but we still met up in holidays and for weekends and so on. Mike stayed on to do his Master's, I left and got a job and married Carol about 6 months later, we reckoned we could afford it by them, both working and so on. Mike and Mari got hitched another 6 months after that just after he started work.

And we all lived near Brum, we liked the area, felt accepted there, on different sides of the city to start with but later we ended up in two nice houses on opposite sides of the road, and only about 100 yards apart. The girls were delighted, living so near to each other, they ended up setting up their own small business together, and Mike and I still got on really famously.

Anyway, back to THE day. The first day. The very first day that I realised my mate of long-standing had an interest I hadn't known about. When I realised Mike wasn't around I decided to have a bit of a play, to see just what Mike's so-called 'super-computer' was about. It wasn't really super, just quite a bit newer than mine. From the Desktop I clicked on 'Documents' and saw - to my surprise - a filename which surprised me. It surprised me a lot.

'Jennyinlondon.jpg.' 

I recognised the name. I'd seen it before. I'd downloaded it. I clicked to be sure and - yes. I was right. Mike had been careless, he shouldn't have left the shortcut there, he should have deleted it but he hadn't. I looked. At an attractive woman on a street probably in London, chatting to a street vendor of some sort. An attractive woman, I have to say, but then like I said I'd seen it before. And other pictures of Jenny in different places and in different poses. Including pictures of her in very smart and attractive dresses, or in exotic skimpy lingerie, or even in school uniforms. And others where, proudly protruding from under her skirt you could see her cock. Jenny was a transvestite, probably still is. I'd never met one, never even seen one in real life except maybe one day in Centenary Square in Brum but I wasn't really sure about that one. If I hadn't had Carol with me at the time I might well have followed her. Him. Or her, followed her to try to find out.

But on the Web, that's different. I'd seen lots. Absolutely loads. I loved to look at the ultra-feminine figures and faces and legs and hair of men dressed as women. But Mike - that surprised me. I'd known him for years, never suspected ...

"Well Ben. You too?"

Mike had surprised my day-dreaming, I hadn't heard him come into the study - the small bedroom really. And what he had said and the tone of his voice had surprised me too. How long had I known Mike? Years, obviously. Yet I had never realised, and neither had he, that we shared a common interest, a common fascination, with TVs. Trannies. Transvestites. Men who liked to dress up in women's clothes. I smiled, rather weakly, at him.

"Well, I think the CDR is fixed, mate. PC up and fully running."

Mike didn't say anything. He just reached up to the CD rack beside the PC and took a disc from it, one hand-labelled 'footy pics'. He leaned over my shoulder to put it into the machine, then took the mouse and clicked through the directories. He double-clicked a file, I didn't see which, and on-screen appeared a picture of a woman. Except I knew, I KNEW, it wasn't a woman. This was a tranny, sitting in a café somewhere smiling as 'she' reached for her coffee cup. You could see people all around the edges of the picture, obviously this was a tranny who was 'out', or at least one who went out dressed up.

And dressed? Well! The image was outstanding. A 'woman' with longish red hair, gorgeous makeup, tasteful but good-looking jewellery, and a wonderfully sexy outfit - white blouse deep cut at the front to show some cleavage, short tight black skirt, stockings and high heeled shoes. I'm sure they were stockings. I looked at the picture. Then I looked at Mike. He smiled at me.

"That's Rebecca, somewhere in the States, Ohio I think, my favourite tranny. She just looks so gorgeous. If she wasn't a man I could fuck her, really. What do you think?"

I had to agree with him, and countered his efforts by going online and finding 'Kathleen' - an English TV he'd not encountered before. Some of her pictures are not that brilliant but when I showed him the series with him/her in a purple latex dress, a gorgeous redhead in black stockings and very high heels his only comment was - Mike always was much cruder than me - "Christ I'd love my cock up that cunt!"

At which point I heard a noise from downstairs - the girls were back. Mike quickly took charge of the mouse and logged off quickly, ending up on a financial services site in case one of them popped a head into the study. As I left a few minutes later Mike returned to the topic of transvestism.

"You ever dressed yourself, Ben? I bet you have. I did a bit when I was younger, in my mother's stuff. Just a bit you understand. Couldn't do it now though."

Indeed he couldn't. Just before college, having been medium height for all his teen years Mike had shot up. And since then he'd broadened out, to about 6 foot 3 and nearly 14 stone. Not a 'womanly' figure at all. And that's not saying anything about his hairiness, in some ways I'd been jealous of his manly very hairy chest.

I had to admit it - he'd been honest with me. 

"Yes, same as you Mike I think, in mother's stuff. And after we got married I did think about dressing in Carol's clothes but really she's way too small."

Carol was not exactly petite but heading that way, certainly more than a whole size less than me in girly clothing terms. His last comment surprised me.

"I bet you could in Mari's clothes, Ben. About size 12, some of them are 14 I know. They'd be about your size I reckon."

I looked at him, somewhat amazed.

"I reckon you should give it a go, mate. Could be fun."

I thought about what Mike had said as I walked home. The idea did appeal, though I was still very surprised he'd mentioned it. And over the next few days, it kept coming into my mind again. Mike didn't say anything, I could tell he hadn't forgotten, but he was waiting for me to say something first. And when, on the Friday afternoon when I got home, my wife said she and Marianne wanted to go shopping in Brum the next day, and would it be OK if they went in my car, the thought of 'dressing' popped into my mind again.

The next day, just after they'd driven off I went over the road and round to Mike's back door. I don't know why really, just seemed the 'safer' thing to do in some way.

"OK Mike, we've got about five hours I reckon. What about this dressing up lark then?"

I wasn't really surprised - he'd thought of it too, he was just about to give me a ring and suggest it. We didn't take all the five hours, it took Mike about half an hour to clear up the stuff he was doing and another half to pick out some things he though suitable. So a couple of hours after going round to his house I was parading round the living room wearing one of Marianne's dresses and a pair of her tights, over a bra and panties and tights. The shoes had been difficult, my feet were over a size too big but I'd found a pair with about 1 1/2 inch heels where I could loosen the ankle strap and slide my feet in. I was worried I might stretch them too much, but Mike said his wife rarely wore that particular pair anyway.

"So - how do I look?" I asked him eventually, sitting on the edge of his sofa and 'provocatively' crossing one nylon-clad leg over the other.

"Actually Ben, not too bad. You surprise me, OK you've not had the chance to choose very carefully or to buy special stuff like lingerie or makeup or a wig. But your figure is not bad, I think the shape of the dress helps."

I looked in the big mirror in the hall. In some ways not bad but in others - well - I was a guy in a frock, and a silly-looking guy at that. I decided to change back, well before the ladies were due to return. We had plenty of time to straighten things out and get them exactly where they had come from and still had an hour to spare.

And that could have been that, been there done that, got the T-shirt etc. In fact over the next couple of weeks, though Mike and I chatted a bit about what we'd done and what we thought about it a few times, when we were on our own, neither of us mentioned a repeat session. Until Carol told me she and Mari had another conference lined up, on a Friday again it was, and said they wouldn't be back until after 10. Which gave us loads of time after work to do just that, have another session though this time Mike had come up with a skirt-and-sweater combination he thought I should try.

And we did it again, and again, three or four times over the next couple of months, trying different outfits of Mari's each time, going just a little further on every occasion. Mike bought some stockings and a suspender belt for 'Bethany' to wear, I got some clip-on earrings and the next time a cheap ladies' watch, and so on.

Then, as the run-in to Christmas began, Mari and Carol were busier and busier in their business, most of the time while Mike and I were both at work but just sometimes at a weekend. At the beginning of December Carol mentioned that the 'girls' would be off in Newcastle the next Saturday, and she hoped we wouldn't mind, or maybe we'd like to come along too, make a weekend of it. I umm-ed and aah-ed at the suggestion, by that time I was really getting into the dressing up lark and I'd had a couple of thoughts, a full day at it would be wonderful. As it was Mike had to say no in the end, he had a client who was staying in Brum Friday night, needed 'client-sitting', looking after the evening before.

And I was a bit busy that Friday evening too, I didn't see Mike at all until I went round to see how he was getting on at about 9 on the Saturday morning.

"OK Ben. Time for Bethany, do we think? I've got a surprise for you, went shopping on Wednesday, something I'd like to see you in. How about it?"

If Mike hadn't suggested it I'd have done so myself. I had a couple of surprises for him too. Shoes, I'd managed to find a pair to fit. OK my feet aren't massive but in Ladies' terms they are big. In a factory shop I passed on my way back from work every day, while looking for a pair of ordinary men's shoes for me I had looked over the women's section briefly and come up with 3 pairs which I had thought would fit. They hadn't been particularly expensive and I'd bought the lot as well as the pair of ordinary black shoes I'd gone in for. 

I hadn't had time to be embarrassed, in fact the sales assistant hadn't even looked in the boxes, she just scanned their codes and asked me to sign the card receipt. When I got home I'd tried them, with a pair of Carol's tights over my feet to get the right thickness. Perfect. I felt very pleased with myself. I could have tried on the stockings I'd bought too, in the supermarket, but didn't want to go too far, not at home, not with Carol due soon.

"OK Ben, how about this?" asked Mike, holding up one or Mari's dresses. 

It was a simple black number, quite similar to one of Carol's which I'd always thought she looked good in. Your actual basic LBD. The dress looked good, but the size didn't. It was bigger than Carol's LBD but I had doubts about getting into it and said so.

"OK then how about - voila!"

Mike held up something. I couldn't see what at first, then I realised. Any self-respecting tranny admirer should have recognised it at once but I just wasn't expecting it, and the light caught the clear plastic packaging rather oddly at first. But I got it as soon as Mike moved it. It was a basque. A black lace-up basque, one of the 'figure enhancers' I'd seen in tranny magazines and on so many TV pictures online. Black, shiny, and tight. I gasped a little.

"I reckon with that on, Ben, you can get into the dress, and what about this as well?"

It was obvious Mike was feeding some fetish of his. Like many men, me included, long willowy blondes feature high up on our list of desirable females. Indeed Mike had married one. Well, long, blonde, and not too far from willowy at least.

"So I'm to be Marianne, am I?" I suggested. "Just because you couldn't get her into a black basque."

"No, Ben. No, definitely not. It's just when I went into the sex shop, you know, the new one in the City centre, near that PC shop you almost live in sometimes, they had this on special offer. Less than half price. And a wig might make such a difference. I think so anyway. So, how about it? Want to give it a go?"

At which point Mike's mobile beeped, he'd changed the ringtone. I'd told him 'The Sting' was a naff tune and he'd put on something else which that first time I didn't recognise. I did later!

He answered it, muttered a bit, mainly listening, then said "OK, about twenty minutes?" and rang off.

"The Rugby Club. The treasurer's not there so I have to go down, I'm the only one they can find with the keys to the safe. Well, want to do it while I'm gone? No wives until late tonight. OK?"

I thought. Didn't take me long, the thought of the basque, and the wig, and the shoes I'd brought, together they sent a bit of a tingle down my spine. And elsewhere.

"OK then Mike. I'll give it a go."

2 - Dressed to surprise

He really did have to dash off, I knew he'd get to the club in about a quarter of an hour the way he drove, it would have taken me about twice the time. But he had the sort of car you just have to drive fast - to justify buying it really. I set to, looking out the black panties I'd brought, they would go well with the basque, well, the bustier really, it was a combined job, bra and 'cincher', that's the name, just couldn't think of it for a moment. Not a word you come across in everyday language.

I stripped and showered first, pulling the panties on tight. Then the basque, that was a bit of a nightmare. It really was rather tight, very elasticated but I could feel it doing its job. And when I pulled on the lacings, well. It was some piece of engineering, let me tell you. As I pulled tighter and looked in the mirror I could see my waist shrinking, but also the small amount of 'spare flesh' I had round my waist, that seemed to be pushed upwards and to mould itself into the cups of the bra section. That, together with the slight padding under the bra cups, combined to give me something approaching the 'hourglass' figure beloved of all trannies worldwide. I realised now how some of the guys - the trannies that is - I'd seen on the web did it. With that basque or an even better quality version, a femme figure really was achievable.

Quite what Mike expected to find when he came back I didn't know but I wanted to do as good a job as I could, not for him, for me. I was heading down the road to full-blooded tranny-ism, and I liked it!

The stockings came next. Yes, stockings. Black and quite sheer, not seamed though, I'd thought that would be going too far. I slid them up my thighs, enjoying that classic TV feeling, and clipped them to the straps at the bottom of the basque-cum-bustier. It felt good. Very good. I slid my toes into the black high heels I'd bought, the ones with about a 4 inch heel, and stood up. For the first time in shoes properly my size, and for the first time in such high heels. I walked steadily round the room, loving the feeling of my nylon-clad thighs rubbing together as I walked, and enjoying the high-heel experience for the first time really. It was fun, it felt so good, and I was thrilled I coped so well with the heels. When I looked in the mirror again - really I was a little disappointed. A man in a frock, well, no, in a basque actually, but a man definitely, and a rather silly-looking one at that.

But I had to get on. I hadn't finished yet. My other slight surprise for Mike and for myself was a gift-pack of make-up items, good quality, I'd splashed out on at the Selfridges in the town centre. I'd read comments online from trannies, one thing several had said was that you should always use good quality make-up, that cheap stuff may seem as good but it wasn't. So I'd looked for a gift pack, one with all the bits in, and found one by Dior, yet again at a reduced price, just like the wig Mike had bought. 

And in the previous week, on two occasions when Carol had been out in the evenings, I'd had time to practice a bit, to look at some of the hints and tips in a couple of her magazines. I laid out the items, the blusher, the eye-shadow, the eye-liner and so on beside Mari's own stuff on her dressing table in the bedroom, looking carefully where I put things and at her stuff so I would be able to leave everything just as I'd found it. I set to, carefully and methodically, a little foundation first, then covering the whole face but not too thickly. Blusher, mascara, eye-shadow, eyeliner, eyebrow pencil, all meticulously applied as I'd practiced and as I'd seen in the magazines.

I loved the experience, the artistic efforts needed, as I progressed I began to feel more and more feminine, to actually feel like a woman 'putting on her face' before going out or something. The lipstick came last, very steadily and slowly outlining my own lips with what I thought was a cute 'cupid's bow' in the middle of the top lip. I used a thin lip-liner to finish, then a slight covering of lip-gloss.

Finally, the wig. It wasn't quite as long as I'd first thought, nor yet quite as blonde, I didn't know quite how wigs were sized and I don't think Mike did either, But it did fit smoothly and snugly over my head, covering up absolutely all of my own thinning and slightly darker hair. I clipped the two tiny clips into place behind the ears and gave the whole wig a bit of a brushing, feeling it pull down on the clips, it felt tight. But secure. Then I looked at the whole facial effect.

And this time - I felt good. Very good, The man in a frock, or whatever, had gone. Nowhere to be seen. And in 'his' place was a woman. An attractively made-up blonde woman, maybe a little younger than me but - I did think I might have been misleading myself at the time but I genuinely did believe it - female. Most definitely female. I loved it!

And I'd nearly finished. The stick-on nails, a bright-ish red to match my lips I hoped, were in fact easier to put on than I'd feared. The fake gold hoop earrings looked good too, clipped to the lobes of my ears, showing clearly under my longish blonde locks. I had a quick look in Mari's little jewellery box and found what I wanted, something I'd seen her wearing before, a black velvet 'choker' with a single gold oval-shaped embellishment at its centre. I tied it on and then slid onto my fingers about five of the cheap costume ring's I'd bought, basically fitting them onto whichever fingers they fitted. The ladies' watch came last, then I stood and turned to reach for Marianne's little black dress.




Surprise, Durprise!



My own excitement was mounting but the tight black panties were doing their job, preventing anything from showing, as I stepped into the dress and pulled it up round my shoulders. Right then I could have done with Mike to help zip me up but I managed despite not being used to the longish fingernails. I picked up the handbag I'd got out on Marianne's wardrobe earlier and walked down the stairs. She has a longish mirror in the bedroom but a full-length one in the hall. I stood about two metres from it. I looked. 

I trembled with excitement, it was an almost-orgasmic experience seeing for the first time, in almost my full glory - Bethany. The woman I'd often imagined being. Well, now, courtesy of Mike and indeed Marianne, I was looking at her. Her. Definitely her, or at least that's what I wanted to think. I realised I was wearing things I'd bought myself, some Mike had bought, some of Marianne's but nothing of Carol's. Somehow that seemed right.

I busied myself for a few minutes, then the phone rang. Maybe it was Mike, maybe it was Marianne, even Carol, or indeed someone else. I realised it wouldn't be strange if I answered it, whoever it was, Carol or I were often round here and sometimes on our own. It was Mike.

"Sorry, Ben, more problems here than I thought but it's all sorted out now. Be back in fifteen I hope. All right that end?"

"Sure Mike. I'll still be here?"

Mike's voice became much quieter. 

"Did you try the dress on? I wish I'd seen it. Was it OK?"

"Yes, sure Mike. See you soon." 

And I hung up.

I turned and crossed into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Mike wasn't much of a cook, Marianne always had to leave him meals prepared, she was sure he'd either not eat or just get junk food of some sort if she didn't leave him anything. I was right, there were a few pieces of a pie and a winter salad. That would do. Very quickly, again the long nails got in the way a little but I coped, I got the things out and onto the table in the dining room, cutlery and crockery and so on, and a bottle of white wine from Mike's wine rack with a couple of glasses. 

I left them there and went into the lounge as I heard the car draw up. I breathed in, deeply, trying to prepare myself. I heard the front door open, then the lounge. I looked up and smiled.

"Hello Mike. Ready for lunch? Would you open the wine please, I'll serve." 

I looked at him again, and couldn't keep a straight face. I just grinned.

He grinned too. "Christ Ben, I never expected .... You look great."

"Bethany" I said. 

We had discussed tranny names, what the femme version of me should be called.

"Err - yes. Bethany. I mean - I'm very impressed. Really. You look very good. Way better than I imagined. That dress suits you, it really does. Look, Bethany, I'd date you. Really I would. I've dated far less attractive women, well, before Mari or course. But you, well, I thought you'd make a good-looking tranny but, with the makeup and the wig and dress and all, streuth, you really do look totally female. I mean it!"

And after that we settled a bit. Mike poured us both a glass, then had a second himself, and a third, while I served the meal. As we ate, as the wine got to him a little, he kept on saying nice things, paying me compliments, I was just loving it. What tranny wouldn't?

Then, as we began clearing away, his phone rang. Again. I got the tune this time. Lola! The Kinks, how appropriate. It was Mari this time. Again Mike mainly listened, muttering responses, he was trying to speak clearly but it was a bit difficult, he'd had most of the bottle of wine, I'd just had the one glass.

"Tomorrow" he said, slightly surprised, into the phone. "No, that's OK. What? .....Oh yes, I know, don't worry, I'll get some........ No, this afternoon............ Sure............... Right then, bye love."

He put the phone down. "Shit!"

"What's wrong Mike?" 

Surprisingly, even though the TV session was really finished I kept up the voice, still trying to sound feminine.

"Mari's parents. They rang her, they're coming here."

"What? When?" I asked, obviously alarmed.

"It's OK - Bethany." Mike grinned, again. "Tomorrow, late morning. But I have to get some beer in, Mari's Dad is very particular. Boddingtons Special Export, it has to be, and I had the last can the other day. Mari just wanted me to get some."

"Oh that's OK then" I replied. "You can go out later. Anyway, shall I change now?"

I looked across at Mike, smiling. I'd had fun. The dressing up and making up had gone so much better than I'd expected. 

"Thanks for the things you bought, Mike, I really had a good time. I never thought I'd have the chance, well, you know, after seeing trannies on the web and on TV, to do this sort of thing myself. It really has given me a buzz."

I started to move towards the door in the hall, to head upstairs and to become Ben again.

"Whoa, hang on Bethany. How about we both go get the beer now? You come with me? OK?"

I looked across at him again. True he was a bit tipsy but he wasn't that far gone, Mike always could hold his drink better than me. Bigger guy, really, more bulk, I suppose that diluted the effect to an extent.

"Surely you don't ..."

He interrupted me. "Ben, or rather Bethany. You look great, believe me. Nobody will ever realise. And we don't have to go far, just to the shops. We could go to the arcade the other side of the ring road, you know, by the Stratford roundabout, nobody we know goes there I don't think. You can do it, come on."

It was my turn not to speak. I was amazed he had suggested it. One the one hand it did seem a totally daft idea, yet on the other hand ....

"Bethany, that's who you look like, and sound like as well, you may never get another chance. Listen, you remember that .jpg I showed you last week, that tranny Georgina standing outside the Black Bull in Halesowen, remember, we've both been in that pub. I'd never have believed it myself, she obviously enjoyed herself going out and being seen and having the picture done, well you could do the same sort of thing. Anyway Bethany, I can't drive, not after that wine. We can go in my car but you'll have to drive."

3 - Supermarket Surprise

That did it. I'd only driven Mike's car a few times, he was very possessive. The chance to drive it myself, even just for three or four miles, I had to take it. But - dressed like that?

"OK Bethany, decision time. You can slip Mari's leather jacket over your dress, it'll go quite well. You'll look really good. How about it?"

I smiled at Mike and cooed. 

"Very well, honey" I replied, smiling to myself as I said 'honey'. "I'll drive you there. But you have to do all the talking. OK?"

Mike got me the jacket, with it on and Mari's black bag slung on its long gold chain over my shoulder I followed him nervously out to the car. He got into the passenger side, again nervously I slid into the driver's seat and started up.

"Bethany, calm down. Look, sorry, is this really a good idea? I could go later ..."

I reversed carefully out onto the road, pausing very briefly both to relax myself and to look across at my passenger. "Mike, I wasn't sure but, like you said, I may never get another chance."

I slowly drove off, revelling in the twin experiences of looking down at my legs, in the short skirt, exposing lots of thigh, and of actually driving a car in high heels, something I had wondered about bit had obviously never done. It was easier than I thought, after about a mile I began to enjoy myself. Until I had to pull up at the lights just before library and looked across to see a police car stopped in the other lane.

I shook, Mike must have noticed. He put a hand on my knee. 

"Just calm down, take it easy Bethany. Pull away gently in a moment, no speeding, you'll be all right."

"Take your fucking hand off my knee Mike, this is hard enough without them thinking you're groping me. Please." I had hissed quietly to him, he got the message.

I looked across. The officer in the passenger side saw me - and smiled. I smiled back.

The police car pulled away first, I glided Mike's car easily in behind it, luckily it turned next left. I didn't want to have to cope with that at the shopping arcade. I managed to slide into the car park next to Tesco's. Mike got out.

"OK now. Want to come in with me? Or wait here?"

Again decision time, and again, I did really want to. I didn't allow myself time to think, just opened the door and got out as delicately as I could manage in that short dress. I followed Mike into the store and just stood beside him while he got the cans he wanted, then walked back with him to put them in the boot.

"Right Bethany. Last thing. How about a coffee? We could go into the Tesco café, I really could do with something like that, black preferably, we never did after that wine at lunch. Last thing, I promise, then home. You up for it?"

"What the hell?" I said, moving across as he closed the car door. "In for a penny ...."

There were not many people around, surprisingly for a Saturday lunchtime, maybe because the Blues were playing Liverpool at home, perhaps lots of people had gone to the match. I decided to make the most of it, I was settling much more, I took Mike's hand and we walked purposefully towards the supermarket.

I looked around. Two young boys were leaving the store, obviously ahead of parents who were probably still packing the shopping. They didn't give me a second glance. Another couple walked past, didn't notice me, maybe too engrossed in each other or in what they were heading to do. A middle-aged man was walking out of the store, concentrating on balancing about three items he'd bought, obviously without a bag. He saw me. And he nearly dropped them!

I squeezed Mike's hand for reassurance, and managed to get into the café part of the store without mishap, I settled at a table while he went off to get two coffees. I needed black coffee too, not that I was affected by the one glass of wine I'd had, it was just that I needed the calm time to settle down. I'd passed about ten people on the way in, and I'd 'passed', excuse the pun. Nobody thought I was any different from what I seemed, a woman, early middle age, out shopping with her husband. Actually, no, no ring on my finger. With her boyfriend then.

Mike brought the coffees and settled opposite me.

"How you doing, Bethany?" he asked quietly. "Did you see that guy nearly drop his shopping, he was looking at your legs, you know. Mind you I don't blame him. They look fantastic in those stockings. They are stockings aren't they?"

I looked across at Mike. Maybe the wine did have a slight effect. 

"Would you like to see?" 

And I crossed my legs, yet again allowing my hem to slide up to reveal just a hint of stocking top.

"Streuth, Bethany, watch it. You never know...."

We both tried hard not to grin, to keep things calm. We finished our drinks and headed back to the car, again holding hands, again with no noticeable comments from any of the other shoppers in the car park.

"I'll drive now, Bethany, thanks. I'll take it steady, I'm OK now."

So he did. I just sat and reflected, on an extremely satisfactory day so far. A day I'd never thought I'd see, me, Bethany, all woman, out and about. I just wished, somehow, we'd managed to take a camera, get some pictures. But no, never thought of that.

When we got back to Mike's house I deliberately didn't grab his hand as we went it, just in case of nosy neighbours. In the dining room I noticed the remains of our meal, never properly cleared away. 

"Better see to those, darling, there's two of everything - and lipstick on my glass. Wouldn't do for that to be found, would it?"

Then before heading upstairs, I did lean over and plant one big kiss on his cheek!

"There you are, Mike, my darling. With love, from Bethany. Thanks!"

I giggled at the look of surprise on Mike's face, then tripped upstairs and stripped, cleaned up with the make-up remover I'd brought with me, showered and dressed while Mike started putting clothes back where they had come from. I followed him round and checked, making sure as best I could that Mari wouldn't notice anything.

As I walked back down and across the road to my own house I wondered just what the people I'd seen had thought. The policeman, the guy juggling the shopping, maybe some of the people in the café. Had they thought 'I think that's a man dressed up', or maybe even 'she looks nice'. Nice thought, that one. I hid away in the loft the things I'd used, the items and the make-up and so on, also some things Mike had given me, for me to hide in my secure loft hidey-hole rather than risk them any longer in his house. The basque, the wig, and so on.

I came down the loft ladder, shut it away, and sighed. What a day!

And that was really the end of it. I didn't feel the urge in quite the same way to keep on trying Marianne's clothes, Mike did mention once to me at the end of the following week that we might like to try it again but he really didn't seem so keen. And I wasn't either, it seemed we had both cooled off somewhat after the hiatus of that day.

Until the night of the dinner party, that is. We always joined them for an evening usually just before Christmas, about the 10th or 11th of December, sometimes with another couple, Mari was a very good hostess. A few nights before, as we were chatting about it, Carol told me that apparently Mike had gone with Mari to a rather exotic 'boutique' in town, you, an old fashioned name I know but it did call itself a boutique. And that he'd bought her a rather risqué dress for the party. I wondered why Carol had told me, then I realised.

"OK, so do you want a new dress too? We'd better be quick though, only a couple of days."

I knew Carol had got something when, the next evening after shopping she dashed straight upstairs when she came in. I knew better than to go looking, we both liked surprises. When I saw the dress, as we were changing for the evening, I was thrilled. Carol has always had a fine figure though obviously her everyday casual clothes don't always show it. And when she and Mari went off together for a show or a conference too often they wore their 'baggies' - loose tops and jeans maybe. Fine for everyday but not really the right thing to satisfy a tranny. Not that she realised of course.

"WHERE did you get that?" I exclaimed when I saw the dress.

"Well, I was going to go to the same boutique as Mari but on my way I passed that exotic clothing shop near the town centre, you know, in the new precinct. I just went in there to look - they've lots of really kinky stuff in there but - well - I thought you might like this."

"LIKE it? I love it. Tell you what Carol, let's miss on the party, just stop in and fuck all night. I will if you will!"

The dress WAS true tranny fodder. Bright black pvc, and oh so tight, my cock reacted immediately. Carol didn't look like a tranny, she never could, all woman my Carol. But she was most definitely dressed like one, plunging skimpy black pvc dress, very short skirt, black stockings, I knew they were stockings, and black high heels too. The accessories were gold and black, matching, almost as if she knew that was exactly what any TV would like to wear, certainly I'd have loved to. Just for a moment I had my doubts - surely she couldn't know?

"BEN! Wash your mouth out. Now come on, let's go, here, let me help you with your bow tie. You men are useless, can't even get dressed yourself!"

Surely she couldn't know.

The party was a huge success. Mari's friend Gabrielle was there too, with her husband Keith, all six of us were in a way dressed to the nines, in true seasonal fashion. And Mari's own dress was gorgeous too, a deep raspberry red, again low cut to show her very impressive breasts, with an even higher hem than Carol's, the two of them looked so sexy, as did Gabrielle I must admit. Basically all 3 of us men, in black dinner suits and bow ties, though very smart we must have looked drab by comparison with the girls.

But it was late in the evening, just before midnight as we were all getting our coats to leave, when I realised. Mike had got me my coat and handed it to me, it was pretty cold late in the evening that night. Mari gave Carol hers, and I caught Mike's eye. He looked at his wife. Then at me. Then at Marianne again, more at her dress than at Mari herself. Then he smiled at me. And I knew. I realised! OK, so he'd helped Mari choose the dress for the party, but he'd had an ulterior motive. I could see, just by the look in his eyes. He wanted me to wear it!

I'd really have preferred to wear Carol's but I knew there was absolutely no way that would fit me. Then, slightly shocked, I realised I was to an extent back in TV mode. Thinking again about wearing women's clothes, for a week or two it hadn't occurred to me. Actually, that's not true. I'd thought about my experiences, specially about going out, Mike and I had chatted a bit about what had happened. But neither of us had mentioned doing it again. The look on Mike's face, and my own reaction, both surprised me.

Anyway, Christmas got in the way. And apart from that the girls had put their business stuff to one side for a few weeks, just keeping it ticking over, no special meetings or anything. And no nights away or evening meetings. So no chances to 'dress'.

Christmas day was ordinary, as much as any Christmas day is. Mike and Mari had her parents to stay for Christmas eve and for lunch, then went over to his later. Carol and I were on our own most of the day but went out for a walk after lunch. Carol was a bit quiet, thinking about something. She didn't say anything when I asked her, I just assumed it was some sort of business worry maybe. We all got each other a variety of presents but Mike's present for Mari did surprise us all a little. Except me, maybe.

He'd bought her jewellery before, I remembered a pearl drop necklace maybe six years ago, but this was different. He'd bought her a diamante choker, several strands of encrusted silver with really big matching pendant earrings. 

It was just after he'd given them, when we were briefly on our own, he muttered quietly to me.

"Very clever Ben, I got some little attachments, so they can be clipped on."

I understood exactly what he meant but didn't have the chance to argue.

"But Mike, look, I mean, that time a few.... "

"OK boys, what are you up to?" Carol had interrupted us in the kitchen, I never got the chance to make my point. 

And I was getting confused, I had begun to think about dressing up again but I wasn't at all sure if and when I'd get the chance with earrings like that.

Carol and I stopped up a bit on that Christmas evening, for once there was a decent film on TV. On Boxing day I woke at about 9. Carol was up already. Then I heard a car go down the road, revving up rather fast. I knew it was Mari, she always had a bit of difficulty coping with the revs on the slight incline up the road even after several years of it. I got up and dressed, and called out to Carol as I came down the stairs. There was no reply. In the kitchen the coffee-maker was ready, I poured a cup and was about to go hunting for my wife, when I saw the note on the kitchen table. I sat down and read it. Twice. Three times.

4 The BIG surprise

'Dearest Ben. I'm so sorry to do this to you at this time but we've decided it is for the best. Mari and I are taking a couple of weeks away together, to sort out our feelings for each other. This was really decided when we were up in Newcastle a few weeks ago and ended up in bed together. I know this must be something of a shock ...."

Shit, what an understatement. The note went on to tell me not to try to find them, they may be in touch by phone, they really did want two or three weeks together to decide where they wanted to go, in personal terms rather than just business. I did think, even at that moment, of a couple of times I'd interrupted Mari and Carol together over the previous week or two, when I'd had a feeling something had been going on. I'd assumed it was related to the business or maybe they were discussing Christmas, secret presents or something. But this? Never thought of it. Not Marianne and Carol, not some sort of lesbian relationship, it just hadn't occurred to me.




Surprise, Durprise!



Mike burst in. He looked - annoyed, surprised, puzzled. Well, so did I, not really unexpected in the circumstances. Mari hadn't said anything, just gone out to the car and drove off, obviously Carol had been waiting for her. Mike had a piece of paper in his hand, I read it in silence while he read mine. They both said pretty much the same thing really. Hell of a thing to find the day after Christmas.

We sat at the kitchen table, both had a scotch but we both realised drink wasn't really the answer here, that wouldn't solve anything. We just tried to analyse a bit what had happened, we'd both seen odd-ish behaviour in the past few weeks from our wives but again we had both put it down to maybe pressure of work, or Christmas, or something like that.

After Mike went home I had a quick look through some things in the bedroom and round the house. Carol had taken some of her clothes and personal items and a few other things. Including the lingerie Mari had bought her for Christmas, in retrospect that did seem a bit odd but if they really had 'slept together', OK if they'd had sex together maybe it wasn't totally surprising. 

After a very difficult day we did decide to go down to the local pub in the evening but as soon as we went in almost, half-way through the first pint, a mutual friend Kathy and her husband came in and looked over towards us. She muttered to her husband, I couldn't remember his name, but it was obvious. Somebody, Carol or Marianne, had said something - they knew. We drank up and left, both feeling very sorry for ourselves.

Luckily, in a way, we both had to go back to work the next day, neither of us had any sort of extended Christmas-into-New-Year break then as sometimes happens. At least that occupied our minds, we were both glad of that at least. But again we were not feeling great. We needed something to shake us up. The next evening Mike did come round again, and we did hit the bottle a bit, cleared me out of scotch. I knew we couldn't go on like this.

"At least we don't have to worry about that party at the 'Bell' on New Year's Eve, Ben. Nearly everyone will know, I couldn't face that, could you?"

"Pity really, mate, I'd have liked to have gone. But yes, you're right." 

I didn't want all the sympathy and sideways glances we'd get. 

'Poor Ben, wife has left him, you know. And for another woman! Wonder what that really means' and so on.

But the next day before setting off to work, trying to pull myself together, I had an idea. A daft idea but.... I called in at Mike's house on my way, just stopped the car briefly outside, he'd left already. Just went up to the bedroom and looked round in there myself. A bit of an imposition really, yet I felt it maybe could be justified. Yes. It could work but I only had a couple of days.

That evening I called in, on my way home, at my opticians. With a slightly strange request but one he would be able to fulfil, in a couple of days. Then I went to visit a shop I'd been in once before, a few weeks earlier when I'd been looking for shoes which would fit, before I'd found out about the factory shop that is. 'Transform' does what it says, transforms. Men into women, it's a TV shop, for transvestites, for dressing up and selling clothes and accessories and so on. I knew what I wanted from there, OK so they weren't cheap, not cheap at all. But I was able to find what I wanted. I resisted the temptation to try them on, to practice that evening.

And the next night, again after work, I visited the shop Carol had told me about in the new town centre. There had been some local opposition to its' opening but the shop's success bore witness to the need for something like that. OK, Carol had bought her amazingly sexy dress there, it was still in the wardrobe at home. I'd started to try it on but given up, I had no chance there. But the shop didn't just do dresses, at the back of the store were all sorts of sex objects, dildos, toys, sex aids, all things like that. But exotic clothing too, some of it designed for men. TVs, that is. I was just a bit nervous about going in there but I really was determined. I had to make the whole thing work, all or nothing. I knew that the next 24 hours or so would decide. 

"Can I help you, sir?"

It was a youngish woman, and not what I wanted. In that situation the best I could expect was an older, matronly woman, one who had some experience and would understand.

"Shoes. I was just looking for shoes."

"Err - are they for you, sir?"

I was a little perplexed, she had 'spotted' me straight away. Young and inexperienced she may have been but she certainly knew what she was about.

"ER - yes." 

There. Admitted it. I'd actually told another person, a young girl indeed, that I wanted a pair of women's shoes, for me. She took it in her stride, asked me about sizes, colour, styles.

"High heels, court shoes, red."

She was good, led my quickly to an area round a corner at the back of the shop.

"Sometimes men are a little nervous about this sort of thing. Now, how about these?"

She showed me two or three pairs, all red but all a bright red, scarlet really, I suppose they would do but I wasn't sure. The assistant realised this.

"Well we do have a few others, more dressy if you see what I mean, quite a bit more expensive though."

She did pull out another couple of boxes, and the second pair looked to be just what I wanted, OK they were red but more matt rather than very glossy. And indeed dressy, very high heels, must have been nearly 6 inch heels with very thin chrome spike heels. Really a very glamorous pair of shoes as such things go.

"They are lovely, sir. But, sir, they are not cheap. £129,99, sir."

I gulped. But I knew, I had to have them. 

"Will there be anything else, sir?"

Indeed there would, I had a mental list of several things, but when I mentioned some of the other items I wanted the assistant looked a little concerned.

"I think, sir, excuse me a moment." She went back round the corner, re-appearing a few moments later with an alder assistant in tow. "This is Monica, sir, she may be able to help you better, sir. More experience of these things you know."

That second assistant did indeed know her job, I ended up leaving the shop quite a time later with several items. I'm not really sure why that first young lady, Georgina it had said on her name badge, why she had baulked at continuing to serve me. There really wasn't anything naughty in what I wanted. The only problem I had with Monica was an argument over stockings. She seemed to think I should have quite thick ones but I wanted sheer seamed stockings. I was determined about that.

"But sir, I think you'll find these OK, they'll hide and leg hair, very good at that sir." 

But the sheer stockings I did get. £12.99 just for stockings but well worth it. I did have one brief practice that night, then a long hot soak in the bath, and after that slept really well for the first time in about a week. The next day - a Friday - I rang Mike at lunchtime.

"How you doing mate?"

"Not too bad, apart from one or two comments and so on. You?"

"OK really Mike. Same sort of thing. But I've come up with an idea. How about we go to that party tonight anyway? At the 'Bell', it is. I could meet you there, at nine, how about it?"

"You can't be serious, Ben. I'd like to go in some ways but, really, well, you know.... "

"I know. But if I said it would be OK, would you then? Trust me, Mike. We're gonna blow their minds, all the pseudo-sympathetic hypocrites from the Rugby Club, it's them you're worried about isn't it? Give them something to really think about. I promise. Do you trust me really, Mike?"

"Sure I do Ben. If you say so? What you got in mind? Bring along a couple of really classy tarts? That would do it, is that what you've done?" 

We had discussed finding a couple of 'girlfriends' to distract attention from our situation a few days earlier. That's what gave me the idea. Not that we'd been serious about it.

"OK Mike. Be there at nine. On the dot. Really smart, DJ and all. Let's do it. Got to go now, see you there."

I had to ring off, not to get back to work but because I'd arranged to have the afternoon off. I had things to prepare. I called in at Mike's house on the way to leave one item and to collect a few things.

The previous night I'd done something I'd not tried before, a complete 'depilation' of my body, except my head of course and between my legs. But chest, legs, arms, I'd used a heavy duty depilation cream, it had worked really well. Nobody at work had noticed that Friday morning, I wouldn't have cared if they did. It felt cold, not having that layer of hairy insulation under my suit, but work was heated anyway, I managed well enough.

That Friday lunchtime, well, it was about half past three by the time I had everything sorted on the bed and ready. Another shower, this time with a slightly flower-scented shower gel. Facial shave. Twice. Then I pulled on and up tight the 'thong' I'd got at the TV shop in town, one of those specially made for TVs, cut a little larger at the front to accommodate - what it had to accommodate. Red, of course. Then - everything else.

I'd bought the breast-forms at the TV shop too, they were expensive too, well over the cost of the shoes but good quality. Silicones, they were called, a very realistic textured surface, weighted just right I thought and a colour very close to that of my own skin. I lay on the bed for several minutes while the spray glue set, then stood up and felt for the first time something like what it would be like to have boobs. I needed the basque, the weight felt forward but the cups of the bra did exactly as needed, pushing the 'boobs' up and together. I saw the cleavage in the mirror. Wow!

It felt really gorgeous sliding on the sheer black seamed stockings, I checked on the clock as I sat at the dressing table doing my makeup, the practice earlier in the week paid off. I transformed myself, from guy, to woman - to slut. Sexy slut, that was what I was aiming for. To annoy the bitchy women who would have made comments about Caro and Mari being lesbians, with the implications that Mike and I weren't really man enough and couldn't perform. And just to make the guys jealous, of the sexy long-legged and provocative tart Mike had landed himself.

Really everything went smoothly - until the very end when I had to put on the wig. I'd bought another one, yet more expense, but this one was something else. Blonde again, yes, but much more luxurious than the other one I'd worn. Not BIG hair, but biggish, curly and slightly more than shoulder length, I had difficulty with the tiny clips which held it in place just behind my ears, similar to those on the other wig so I should have been used to them. Unfortunately I'd already stuck on the long raspberry-red finger nails, with superglue!

I managed the wig. Then I stepped into the dress. The glistening red dress Mari had worn, the one Mike had bought with 'Bethany' in mind. Sliding it up, easing first my arms into place, then my boobs. Lastly the lipstick and shoes, both matching the dress or at least nearly. I stood up in my first pair of 6" stiletto shoes. I breathed in for a few minutes as I inspected myself in the mirror. The dress looked gorgeous, very figure-hugging, a very arousing plunge neckline between my bulging 'boobs, very dark and deep, I know Mari had worn it well but I had done a good job on 'Bethany'. I was sure I could cause at least some arousal if I dared go ahead with what I'd planned. Decision time yet again. Could I go through with this? Hell, yes. Of course I could. There were butterflies in my stomach, my hands were shaking a little, my mouth was dry, I needed to settle.

I carefully made my way into the kitchen, pulling the curtains in there before switching the light on. Right now was NOT a time for visitors, I just hoped no-one would be taking pity on me being on my own that evening. I could do without that at that moment. I poured myself a small gin-and-tonic and sat in the lounge. I was grateful for the advice of the woman in the TV shop, the tight thong kept things under control. I looked in the mirror again. Twenty minutes left, it had taken me over five hours to prepare myself for this.

I poured another gin, another small one and checked through the contents of my handbag. Mari's actually, the same glittery red colour as the dress with silver-coloured clasp and chain, again to 'go with' the silver on the thick diamante choker and my long pendant earrings, and my rings, five of them in total, all silver-coloured with various clear and reddish stones. Diamonds and sapphires, at least that was what they looked like. I stood up and slipped on Marianne's mock fur coat, white, almost knee length. Ready!

The doorbell rang. I went down the hall in trepidation and paused by the front door.

"Hello?" I called, not too loudly. 

I didn't want to lose the feminine tone of voice. I'd been practicing that too, evenings, for several days.

"Taxi."

Thank goodness. I opened the door and stepped out. The coat hid the excessive aspects of my attire, although from the tarty makeup and the ultra-high heels it was obvious I was in some way party-bound. I followed the driver down the drive. I really didn't care if any of the neighbours saw me. They might wonder exactly what was going on but in no way would I be recognised, not dressed as I was.

I had been worried about getting to the pub too early but we had a bit of a hold-up at the same Stratford roundabout I'd passed a few weeks earlier, on my previous 'Bethany-outing'. We pulled up outside the Bell at about two minutes to nine. I handed a note to the driver which included a tip slightly more than he might have expected, and asked him to wait for just a minute or two. I saw a couple of other cars pull in, then Mike's. Peering out of the taxi window I watched him as he moved out of the shadow into the brighter light near the pub side entrance, the one for the private rooms, where the party was being held.

He paused a moment there, looking round. When he didn't see 'Ben' or anyone else he recognised he opened the door and went in. I smiled a thank-you at the taxi driver, and walked quickly across to the same door. Or as quickly as I could, in such high heels and with such a tight dress on. I opened it, breathed deeply once more, and walked into the lobby.

5 Surprise party

Mike was with a couple he obviously knew, most of the people there were going to be from his work or from the Rugby club. They were all three passing their coats to the girl from the pub who had obviously been deputed to deal with them. The guy had an arm on Mike's. It seemed so obvious. Even at that stage of the evening he was oozing regret and pity, maybe muttering to Mike that 'I've heard about Marianne, I'm SO sorry ....' Exactly why we had intended NOT to be there.

I strolled, steadily and surprisingly confidently, across the lobby. All three began to turn. I noticed Mike was wearing the new 'dress' shirt I'd bought for him, the one I'd left on the bed, rather frilly and not the sort of thing to wear if you didn't want to bring attention to yourself. Like my dress, really.

"Hello, darling, sorry I'm a bit late"

I kissed Mike on the cheek and moved my left hand round his waist, sliding in over his bum so that the other couple, whoever they were, couldn't help but notice. This was the REAL start to the campaign, to Mike and I having SUCH fun that absolutely nobody could feel sorry, not for a guy with a glitzy big-breasted blonde hanging onto his arm.

All credit to him, this wasn't what Mike had expected, he reacted very well. The initial puzzled look hardly lasted half a second, it turned into a smile, then he properly reacted. 

"Hi Bethany." 

Good man!

I moved back a little as four or five other people, two couples I think and one guy on his own, came into the lobby. Great, an audience. I slipped off the coat and handed it to Mike, revealing all my glory. The reactions were wonderful, which is exactly how I felt at that moment. Most of the others there looked in my direction, I could feel the eyes on my bulging breasts and on my legs, on the shoes, on the rather exotic makeup, I was making exactly the impression I'd hoped for. I positively glowed.

Mike, on the other hand, was a little taken aback. He hesitated and began to mutter, I spoke up. 

"Shall we go in, darling? I need a drink."

We went in, me holding firmly onto Mike's arm. For both reasons, we were the obvious centre of attention. Because they hadn't been expecting Mike at all, and because of who he was with. Not Marianne, obviously, but if she'd only been gone a few days where had he found this leggy blonde?

Mike got us drinks and pulled me to one side.

"Christ Ben, I never expected ......." he muttered quietly in my ear.

"Hush, darling." I put one red-taloned finger onto Mike's lips, then kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'm NOT Ben tonight. OK? DON'T call me anything else except Bethany or maybe darling or honey until after we've got home. Work with me, Mike my love, this WILL work." 

And I kissed him, not on the cheek this time but on the lips. Briefly, just a half-second contact, then I pulled away and smiled widely at him, again sliding a hand round and this time blatantly grasping his arse. 

"So tell me, I'm a very vain girl, what do you think?"

Mike looked. He had to smile too, really he had to.

"Bethany. You look fucking gorgeous. I knew you'd look good in that dress but I never thought you would be such a babe. Nice hair, I like it, but those tits, and the shoes, Christ Bethany, you're just sex on legs. Damn near every cock in the room has reacted since you came in. Look, I wish you'd told me, maybe you've gone too far"

"Too far? No way my darling. We are going to have fun tonight. Big fun. Don't worry, my love. Certainly I'm going to enjoy myself, this is SO great, Mike. I LOVE it. Getting ready was a mindboggling experience but this is even better. OK, follow me."

I led my 'boyfriend' by the hand towards the bar and lifted myself onto a bar stool, crossing my legs and just feeling so hot, hot in THAT sense that it. I knew there were lots of people in there, men and probably women, looking at my long stocking-clad legs, at my ultra-high heels, it was such an experience. I finished my gin-and-tonic quickly, handing the glass to Mike.

"Yes please, Mike darling. Another. I'm gonna drink too much tonight and flirt with you damn near all the time. By the time I've finished absolutely nobody will be feeling sorry for you, certainly not the guys, they'll all be jealous as hell. They'll all want to be in your place tonight, fucking your gorgeous tart."

"Hi there Mike, are you going to introduce us?"

We both looked round, it was a man and his wife who I learnt were John and Janet, both friends from the Rugby club. We chatted for a few minutes, nearly all the time I held Mike's hand in mine, just occasionally releasing it to caress his bum. Then John led Mike off to meet someone about the accounts, I was left with Janet for a moment.

"You must come down to the club one day, Bethany, we have a meeting of wives and girlfriends every Thursday evening, lots of fun."

I was a bit nonplussed, I hadn't really been expecting an invitation to the WI or Ladies Circle or anything like that. I just smiled and said it sounded like a good idea and left it at that. As Janet left two other guys, both workmates of Mike's it turned out, both shot in to sit next to me. I let one of them get me another gin and just enjoyed their attentions. Despite the fact that I'd come with Mike and made my feelings pretty obvious, I think they were both trying to chat me up.

Mike came back and rescued me, and we circulated for an hour or so, spending quite some time sitting together alone, chatting quietly. If only the others had known what we were talking about! I urged Mike to caress my thigh, and kept touching him, and on the one occasion we got up to dance to a very slow number the groping began to get somewhere close to indecent.