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Getting to Know Her Ch. 01

By: crystalmaze2008



It had been just under a month since the start of our affair. Till then, Shirley and I had only met each other before or after work hours, dined together or had long conversations over coffee. It felt quite nice - exactly like the start of a love affair. Both of us wanted a break from our work-life and spend quality time with each other. I did a bit of research for a quick weekend outing, and came up with the idea of visiting a nearby hill-station, which is quiet and peaceful. Just the kind of place to relax and get to know each other better! Shirley was elated at the thought of spending time with me, but was not sure whether it would work out. I asked her to relax and proceeded with the travel and resort bookings. We waited impatiently for the weekend to arrive.

We set out on our weekend escapade early in the morning, and after a journey of nearly three hours, we arrived at the resort. It was the beginning of summer, and the weather was quite pleasant. The place was thickly wooded, and the sun rays were hardly able to reach the ground. As we walked towards our cottage, we could hear the sweet sounds of birds chirping among the trees. Five minutes, and we could feel the stresses and strains of city-life start draining from us. The cottage was quaint, and sparsely furnished, but was cozy enough for the both of us. We were quite tired after waking up early, and the three hour travel, so we freshened up and changed into something comfortable. We had decided that we would relax at the resort for a couple of hours, and have lunch before heading out for some sightseeing. We ordered for some room-service, and had a nice time feeding each other with our hands. It felt really good to sit so close to Shirley and watch her blush as she caught me staring into her eyes. Anyway, we quickly finished lunch. With our tummies full, we decided to take a quick nap till late afternoon when we would go out and explore the place.

We sank into the soft bed, and hugged each other under the nice, warm blanket. It felt nice to feel Shirley's soft warm body as I took her into my arms. I planted a soft kiss on her cheek, then another one on her forehead, before drawing her even closer. We looked into each other's eyes one last time before our lips touched each other. Slowly, we drew more and more of each other's lips inside and before long, our tongues met. This sent a shiver down her, and she hugged me even tighter. The tempo of our kiss increased by the minute, and we started breathing heavily. I realized that I had a major hard-on, and my cock was straining against my underwear. I then kissed Shirley on her neck and shoulder, and the top of her back. She responded with a soft moan. I then started caressing her back, and sides and she seemed to like it. My hands caressed her tummy, and slowly moved upwards. Soon I felt the softness of her ample breast through the thin fabric of her skimpy nightgown. I squeezed her breasts slowly and she responded with another soft moan. I continued this for another couple of minutes, before putting my hand inside her nightgown. I unclasped her bra, and pushed the straps aside. I then caressed her back some more before returning to her breasts. What a feeling it was - kneading and squeezing the two soft, round and delicious globes. I moved on to her nipples, which had hardened quite a bit, and were standing tall and erect. She had dark brown nipples with large areoles surrounding them. She moaned and twisted as I rubbed and pinched her nipples. I then took off her nightgown, and threw it aside. Shirley was now only in her skimpy panties, and lying there with her eyes closed. I took her panty off and moved in on top of her and kissed her full on the mouth. She readily took my tongue in, and kissed me real hard. I took off my T-shirt and shorts and hugged her tightly.

We kept kissing each other and then I felt her hand caress my dick through my underwear. This was the only encouragement that it needed, as it flexed itself, waiting to be released from captivity. We got rid of the underwear, and hugged each other again. This was the first time that we had seen each other fully nude. Her body felt so warm and inviting, and just right for eating. I slid down and took her right nipple in my mouth. I licked and sucked on it, as she ran her hands through my hair. I then moved my hand downwards, and caressed her belly and then her thighs. I then ran my palm over her pubic area and felt the heat emanating from there. Shirley parted her legs and I got a view of her clean shaven pussy. It was already moist with excitement, and looked really inviting. Without wasting a single minute, I placed my fingers over her clit, and massaged it slightly. We kissed again, and this time it was more intense than before. We were practically sucking each other's tongues. After playing with her clit, I placed my middle finger at the entrance to her pussy, and began probing inside. Her juices were flowing quite freely now, and this was just the lubrication that I needed. I inserted the finger inch by inch into her hot and wet pussy. She started moving her hips slowly, as I moved my finger in and out of her pussy.

After finger-fucking Shirley for five minutes, I took off my shorts and underwear and hugged her again. The feeling of our nude bodies touching each other was simply magical. I took my ultra-hard cock and teasingly placed it at the entrance of her pussy. I moved the tip of my cock around her pussy lips, and she opened up her eyes and looked at me. I asked her if it felt good, and she replied with a shy affirmation. I told her that I wouldn't be "doing it" now, and asked her to lie back and relax. With this, I moved in between her legs, and kissed her pubic mound. I then started licking around her pussy in circles before moving my tongue between her pussy lips. I then started massaging her clit while licking her pussy. Needless to say, this sent her over the edge, and she had a nice orgasm within a couple of minutes. I kissed her full on the lips and hugged her tightly. We both fell asleep after this little session, looking forward in anticipation for what lay in store for us later that evening.

Getting to Know Her Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Sunshine

Foreword:

As a few sharper readers noticed, the events of my prior story Nobody Knew, took place some time ago (August 2006). My first story, Getting into her pants, would have actually begun even further back in 2004, although I wrote it in a more present tense style as I wasn't really planning a series. There are a number of Stacy stories to tell since then and the kind words and encouragement of many readers have compelled me to continue the story, which is why I've provided this background. Since it's my life and I know how this turns out, I can say there will be some twists in the road, but that's getting ahead of the story.

For those who haven't read my prior writing here are the basics. My wife and I enjoy a relationship where I sometimes dress-up as Stacy, my female persona and my wife's occasional girlfriend. I found that I enjoyed these sessions and began dressing up on my own as well. After much practice, I finally summoned up the courage to go out in public alone dressed as Stacy (that's the Nobody Knew story). 

This story is what happened next.

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After my successful public outing as Stacy I was excited to share my happiness. The following night, which was a Friday, my wife returned home from her business trip and over dinner I related what had happened. She had been mildly encouraging a 'girls night out' and while she was a little disappointed that I had chosen to make my first outing alone, she said there was now no reason that the two of us should not go out as girlfriends.

"Why should we wait, lets go out tomorrow night. We can see another movie and maybe get a drink and a bite afterwards." Still flushed with the confidence of my previous outing I agreed.

After consulting the listings we decided that Little Miss Sunshine, which had just opened, was just the sort of chick movie for a girls night out. Apart from going with my wife, the other major difference to my first outing is that we had chosen a 7:20 showing so it was still going to be light out as we made our way over to the theater and in to the show.

Friday night, after being alone all week, I had hoped to get the lovemaking started a little early but my wife put me off saying, "I want to save it all for Stacy tomorrow." I felt a little miffed by that comment, but decided to let it go. Our prior 'lesbian' sessions were always really good and as excited as I was, I knew one more night of anticipation would make it even better. So after a little bit of kissing and cuddling we both drifted off to sleep.

Our Saturday was fairly normal with errands to run and chores to do. It was a beautiful day and much warmer too, so I spent a lot of time out in the yard while my wife handled the various shopping duties. When I came in to clean up my wife reminded me, "Make sure you shave all over and do a good job."

Squeaky clean and closely shaved from nose to toes I was relaxing on the patio with a drink and a magazine when my wife came out to find me. She had also just come out of the shower and as I was soon to learn, was wearing nothing under her robe. "Come on girlfriend, let's get ready together. I can't wait to get our night started."

I followed her up to the bedroom where she quickly began to take charge of the situation.

"Why don't you strip down and put a robe on too, then come into the bathroom and I'll help you paint your toes. I want you to wear sandals tonight."

I complied with her wishes as it was apparent that she had thought through some type of little plan for the evening. This wasn't the first time that I had had my toenails painted, but we didn't do it very often since before now Stacy usually only made an appearance for a single evening and it was a degree of detail that wasn't really necessary when it was just the two of us inside our house. 

I sat straddling the edge of the tub putting my left foot up on the rim. My wife did a little bit of quick shaping and then proceeded to quickly and neatly apply a bubblegum pink shade of polish. While that foot dried, she sat across from me and I returned the favor for her, except that she had chosen a dark candy-apple red shade. After a little bit of waiting where we took the opportunity to share some soft kisses, we switched around and did the right feet.

Next she suggested we get our lingerie on following which we would do make-up. For herself she chosen a satiny black bra and panty set that we both really liked. Its smooth cups and flat shiny panels were lean and alluring.

I started to go to the drawer where I kept my things but was told to wait as my wife had gotten me a present. She handed me a small pink stripped bag which contained a pale pink bra and panty set. The bra had lace all over the cups and a small pink rose between them. It was nicely padded and fully underwired. I could tell that it would give me a modest bust just by putting it on. The panties were pink lace all over with some fine ivory lace around all the openings. 

Both were very delicate and feminine looking, a stark contrast to my wife's black satin. I was hard just looking at them and got harder as I pulled them both on. The sexuality of the situation boiled up and we shared a deep, heart pounding, tongue twisting kiss.

"Enough of that for now, time for make-up," she said and we each slipped back into our dressing robes with our pretty frillies underneath.

Even though we had done it a number of times before, it was still a little odd putting on make-up at the same time as my wife. This time in particular, there was a different feel about the whole thing. It was somehow more casual, like a line had been crossed and it was perfectly normal for two 'girlfriends' to be getting ready together for a night out.

I did all the basics with the concealer and foundation, then my wife helped me out with my eyes. It wasn't anything more complicated then a little shading, some mascara and liner but together with the rest went a long way to softening my overall face. She also added a light pink lipstick which, I was surprised to see, actually softened my look even more, particularly as compared to the dark red color Stacy usually chose.

She touched me up in a couple of other areas and then she helped me on with my wig. The strawberry blonde color was quite similar to my natural hair color. The cut was nothing too fancy with the sides coming over my ears to just below chin length. It had bangs and a part on the left side. A style one might see on a young business woman and a look that reminds some of a young Martha Stewart. 

Once situated, my wife helped me style it into just the right shape. She combed here and curled there and in just a minute or two had given me a more natural look than I usually managed in ten or twenty minutes. 

"How's that"

"Pretty good. Even a little better than the other night, and I'm not even dressed yet."

"I'd say you look darling. Just wait in the bedroom and don't mess it up. Let me finish myself and then I bought you a new outfit too."

She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later and looked great. She had pulled her dark shoulder length hair back off her face, which she often did when playing with Stacy as it gave her a slightly more dominant appearance. Her lips were a deep, dark kissable red but the rest of her look was fairly casual. 

"I've hung your outfit up in the closet, follow me and I'll help you get it on without messing up your make-up."

The outfit she had chosen for me was wonderfully casual for a girls night out. A basic denim skirt that came just above the top of my knees, a new sleeveless button front blouse with small pastel pink, red and yellow flowers dotted all over. The button seams were also slightly ruffled adding an even further feminine touch. The whole thing was topped with a plain light weight white cardigan sweater "in case I got cold in the theater."

I put on the outfit and then slipped into a pair of basic brown strappy sandals that had about a two inch heel. It was a very conservative look and very feminine. Much more feminine than the outfit I had worn for my previous outing. I hoped that I was passable enough to pull off the look.

As I admired myself in the mirror my wife changed into her own outfit. She wore a black knit tee shirt top with a slightly scooped neck, dark blue skinny jeans and black strappy sandals with a four inch heel. She also had a short black cotton jacket over her arm to wear if necessary. 

We both added a little jewelry and my wife found me a small tan purse into which she tucked some lipstick, tissues and a compact 'in case you need it." My wife also dabbed a little perfume onto me and then chose a different scent for herself. 

Standing back I thought I looked pretty good, although much different than on my previous outing. I really liked the new blouse and it was incrementally more exciting to wear a skirt out. The contrast between my very soft outfit and my wife's more androgynous appearance was I'm sure intentional and at least to my eye very noticeable. Anyone who thought to make us as a couple, rather than just as 'friends' would be able to figure our roles in an instant.

My confidence held as we made our way downstairs, but began to waver as she grabbed her purse and said, "Ready?"

"I'm not so sure about this. What if someone figures it out?"

"No one will notice. You look great. Half the women in town would be happy to look as good as you do. Really. You're perfect."

"But still?"

"Don't worry. I don't care and if they don't like it that's their problem. Really. You look adorable. I want a night out with my girlfriend and its time for us to go, come on."

There didn't seem to be much more scope for discussion, so I meekly followed her into the garage where she was already climbing into the drivers seat of her car. Not that I had any question, but it was completely clear who was going to be in charge tonight. I quietly climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up.

The trip up the driveway and down the street was uneventful and as we slipped into the anonymity of traffic I started to feel a little bit better.

"Why so quiet Stacy? We're gonna have a good time tonight. Just wait and see."

"I'm just nervous about what could go wrong."

"Listen. I love you and no matter what happens, it won't change what I think of you. I enjoy the Stacy-time that we've incorporated into our relationship so far and I can tell by the fact that you were willing to go out on your own that you must enjoy it too. I think you read too many stories about guys who get forced into bad situations or getting trapped into doing things they don't want to do. That's not going to happen here. Its you and me, that's it. We've gotten here step by step and that's how we will keep going. Ok? This is sort of like a foreplay part of our sex-life. It should be fun, not something to be afraid of. I'd rather stay home and us both be happy than go out and have you be miserable or nervous."

I'm sure those weren't her exact words, but she said something like that and it did make me feel a lot better. It was about then that I realized that I hadn't really slipped into feeling like Stacy, I just looked like Stacy. 

A piece of advice that someone once wrote was that most people see what you want them to see. If you look like a confident young woman, that's what most people will see. If you look like a nervous young woman, people will wonder why and look at you all the harder.

With that in mind, I started trying to relax myself and for lack of a better description, "think Stacy thoughts." I thought about how nice my new lipstick color looked. I noticed how nice my perfume smelled. I thought about saying "please" and "thank you" in my Stacy voice. I took a moment to feel the soft feminine hug of my bra straps around my shoulders and torso and looked down at my pretty pink toes and strappy sandals.

Bit by bit my mood started to lift and as I glanced over towards my wife I started thinking of her less as my spouse and more like a friend. To help fall deeper into persona, I thought a little girl-talk might help.

"I like your sandals, I can't believe you wear them so tall" I said in my light airy Stacy voice that has just a hint of a southern accent to it.

Sensing the shift, my wife picked up on the conversation. "Thanks, I love your blouse, is it new?'

We went back and forth like two old friends and by the time we had gotten to the theater (we chose one a little way away from our house just to be safe), I was really starting to get excited about the evening.

It took us a little while to find a parking spot on a busy Saturday night and the one we found was a fair distance from the door. I enjoyed the feel of gathering my purse and swiveling my hips to get out of the car in a ladylike fashion. It was also vaguely thrilling to hear the 'click, click, click' of our heels as me made our way across the parking to the door.

Along the way I glanced over toward my wife who was looking at me with a big grin. She puckered her lips, blew me a kiss and said, "I can't believe how pretty you look tonight, girlfriend. By the way, make sure you have your money ready when we get up there. I'll ask for the tickets when we get to the box office, but when girls go out they each pay their own way." 

She then gave me a little wink and I just about melted. All of a sudden I really felt girly. Like a younger sister being taught how to be a woman. It made me feel really good and brought a bit of a blush to my face.

The ticket counter was uneventful and as we made our way into the lobby it was considerably more crowded than on my last outing. We decided to share a popcorn and coke so we waited in the lengthy, but steadily moving line toward the snack bar. 

Waiting in line was a little bit scary to me as I thought it might lead to someone figuring out I wasn't what I appeared. It turns out that wasn't really the case. In some ways it's actually easier to blend into a large crowd than a small one. On the outside, I kept myself casual even though on the inside I felt a lot of nervous energy. Just like last time however, as I casually glanced around I didn't notice anyone pointing or laughing or really giving any reaction at all.

A few minutes later we were heading into our theater, which was one of the larger ones at that particular cineplex. The seats in the center section were pretty full, so we made our way to the middle of the theater and chose a couple of seats off to the side a few seats off the aisle. The were some people a couple rows in front of us and a few more several rows back, but we mostly had the side aisle to our self despite a fairly full center section.

The theater lights were still blazing away, but unlike last time I didn't feel near as nervous and again didn't notice any negative reactions. As far as the rest of the theater was concerned it was just two young women enjoying a night out. My wife and I whispered back and forth and ate a little popcorn and soon enough the lights were dimming and the previews were rolling.

Once the lights were out a comfortable calmness descended over me. It was like a break in the action and I felt really good about how things had gone so far. It was still only my second time out and there was still a good adrenaline kick associated with that. 

This time, it seemed all the more heightened by a certain sexual tension between my wife and I. I could tell my being dressed up all soft and feminine was a huge turn on for her and it seemed like every time I glanced at her she was looking at me like a tiger looks at raw meat.

Shortly after the movie began I felt her hand begin to gently and sexually caress up and down my thigh. Occasionally her fingers would drift over closer to my groin as well. The feelings, particularly while sitting fully dressed in a fairly crowded theater were mind blowing and I had a hard time paying attention to the movie.

I had made a point of tucking myself back between my thighs, so there was really no way she could reach my unit unless she awkwardly stuffed her hand up my skirt, but I could feel myself responding to her touch. Soon my member was painfully hard and I was starting to be concerned whether I'd be able to stay tucked in when I eventually had to stand to leave the theater.

About two-thirds of the way through the show my obviously super aroused wife did something else that almost made me lose it. She had stopped her caressing and had seemingly been keeping her hands to herself. I could vaguely sense her fumbling around a little bit and she had motioned for me to keep the popcorn box, which I held on my lap.

Next she reached over and got our drink from her cup holder. She took a long sip and then I watched as she ran the middle finger of her left hand all around the top of the straw before handing the drink over to me. Without thinking, I put my pink lip-sticked lips to the straw and began to take a pull. 

To my surprise, it wasn't only diet coke and I knew right away what she had done. Somehow she had managed to get some of her juices onto her finger and that's what she had smeared onto the straw. I was tasting my wife's arousal right there in the middle of a theater while dressed as her girlfriend. She was watching for my reaction and gave me a huge knowing grin when she saw my eyes go wide in recognition of what she had done.

After that I lost all concentration on the story. She put her right arm over the armrest and we began holding hands with no regards as to what anyone around us might have thought. At one point she even put her head on my shoulder for a minute and then gave me a soft peck on the cheek. I sorely wanted to turn to her for a full fledged lip to lip 'lesbian' kiss, but as worked up as I knew we both were I was afraid where it might lead.

Eventually the credits began to roll and we wasted no time making our way out of the theater. It was dark out now and the lobby was probably even more crowded than when we entered. Outside the skies had turned dark, but the parking lot was well lit. Once again my heart thrilled to the click, click, click of our sandals as we made our way across the parking lot to our car.

A part of me was excited about what lay ahead for the evening, but another part was equally thrilled that Stacy had once again managed to 'pass' in public, this time in a very feminine skirt and blouse. That feeling drove a strong inner glow and I knew for certain it was a feeling I would seek again and would not soon tire of.

Once in the relative safety of our car we immediately shared the kiss we had both been wanting for a couple of hours. I'm not sure my writing skill is up to the task of describing it even if I wanted to, but it remains one of the hottest most sensual kisses I can ever recall having with my wife. For all my nervousness before going out, I can calmly say by that point I really didn't care who saw the two 'women' kissing in the car or what they thought of it.

Eventually we paused for a breath and soon had straightened ourselves up. We hadn't heard any hoots or whistles so it seemed, no one bothered to notice our little makeout session. Although we had planned to go out for a drink and some food after the movie, neither of us were in any mood for that now and we headed straight home.

As we approached my wife said, "When we get there my love, head straight up to the bedroom but don't take off any of your outfit. I want to devour you and undress you piece by piece."

We made our way quickly through the house and up to the bedroom where I promptly perched myself on the end of the bed with my left knee crossed over my right in a most seductive and lady like pose. Although I was told to stay dressed my wife felt no such constraint and quickly pulled her blouse over her head, kicked off her heels and dropped her jeans.




Getting to Know Her Ch. 01



Unhooking her bra as she came towards me, she pressed her left breast up to my mouth and said, "Kiss it lover, suck them. I want to feel your pretty pink lips all over my breasts."

My wife loved having her breasts kissed and sucked so I wasted no time bringing her breast up to my mouth with a shower of kisses, quickly sucking her hardening nipple between my lips. As I did this, she shucked off her panties and soon had at least two fingers buried inside herself.

"Ohhh, yes Stacy, suck me. Suck me so good girlfriend. I want it so bad. Suck them hard. Mmmmm yes."

In all our years together I had rarely seen my wife so aroused so I tended to my task with greater urgency frantically drawing my tongue back and forth across her nipple and sucking her breasts into my mouth. I alternated between them as she urged me on. 

Soon the combination of my effort and my wife's furious frigging of her snatch brought her to an intense orgasm. She wasn't normally that vocal when she came but this time she screamed out, "Oh yes, oh yes, that's so good. You're so good Stacy, you're so hot."

As she shuddered through her climax she collapsed on top of me and I held her to me, her naked and me fully clothed for several minutes while she calmed down. Somewhere in the course of events my iron hard unit had become untucked and I could feel the throbbing tip working its way out of the top of my pretty pink panties.

As she recovered my wife eyed me hungrily once again, "That's just the start girlfriend"

In no time we had moved ourselves back to the top of the bed and were again making out as we had done in the car. I was still clothed, but as my wife kissed and caressed me she began to sensuously undress me, starting with my blouse.

"I want to suck your nipples girlfriend," she said and then she unbuttoned a couple of buttons and began gently planting kisses all over my cheeks, ears and neck. There was no question that she was leading the action, so I let her give her 'girlfriend' all the girl-on-girl pleasure she could handle and enjoyed the ride.

Soon she had my top off and massaged my nipples through my lacy bra. The silky sensation was amazing and I reached up to work her sensitive nubs to return the favor. Unlike our initial coupling, this was slower and more deliberate. Two women gradually bringing each other up to a higher and higher level.

We continued our exploration to other zones. Soon my skirt was unzipped and discarded and I was laying there in just my bra and tented panties. From time to time she would snake a hand across my rock hard member, gathering a bit of pre cum or giving it a gentle loving squeeze as we continued to make out as women. 

In return I often did the same, rubbing a thumb across her clit or dipping a finger in to collect some juice for my own pleasure or perhaps to rub across my wife's lips or nipples to sensuously kiss away.

I don't know how long we continued in our 'lesbian' bliss before my wife finally decided she needed another orgasm. She slid down my panties and then straddled me her clit inches away from my hardness.

"I need you now lover. I need it bad....mmm Stacy put that big strap on inside of me and let me ride you."

With that she mounted me and proceeded to fuck me hard. Normally when one thinks about fucking one thinks of the one with the cock doing the fucking and the one with the pussy as getting fucked. Not so this time. My wife slammed herself up and down on my rod with a passion all the while panting out encouragement.

"Oh yes, Stacy, oh that feels so good"

"Oh Stacy, you are so hard. Oh, girlfriend. Oh yes, fuck me good lover. Make me cum."

"Oh yes lover, ohh I can feel you in me so deep. Oh yess, yess, yess Oh Stacy, Oh Stacy, Oh girlfriend. Cum for me, cum with me."

I was glad she finally reached her climax as I had been holding back for all I was worth. At her urging I released a tremendous blast and gulped for air as I did so, suddenly realizing I had been holding my breath as I tried to keep from cumming. The lack of oxygen had me seeing stars and I continued to spurt several more times as her convulsing pussy milked the last of my cum from me.

Our passions spent, we snuggled and kissed gently enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking before we both drifted off to sleep. 

* * * * *

Somewhat later I was awakened to the feel of my wife licking and kissing my nipples. Cradling her head in my arms I let her continue at her own pace until she slid herself up to kiss me.

"So how did Stacy enjoy her big girls night out?"

"It was great. I felt much more relaxed this time. Maybe it was having a girlfriend along that made it better."

"I loved it too. I couldn't believe how aroused I got. That was the best Stacy sex ever."

"Yes. It was the best Stacy sex ever."

We kissed and cuddled a little more with a few of our caresses becoming a little more intimate.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

"Yes, of course."

"Well, I'm a little embarrassed by this, but I'd like to try something."

"What is it?"

"Well, I know this little lesbian sex fantasy of mine has been growing bit by bit and I think we both kinda enjoy it, so I'd like to take it a little further."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I want to ask you if you'd consider letting me do you with a strap-on...you know, let me be the guy and you be the girl. I'd really like to try it sometime. You know, when we're ready. Would you do it? Would you do that for me?"

"I'm not sure. I've never really thought about it."

"For me it's the next step in this fantasy. I like being on top and I get so hot when you're the girl. I'd like to try it. So think about it, please. For me."

"I will."

With that she moved in for a kiss, which quickly turned into something more. Moments later we were again deep into our passion as we made love one final time -- this time as husband and wife (although she remained on top).



Getting to Know Her Ch. 02



Shirley and I headed out of our resort at around 4PM, and started exploring the place. We felt like college students - holding each other's hands while walking and sneaking a quick kiss in betwen. We roamed around quite a bit, and caught the sunset from a nice hillside. As darkness fell, we decided to have dinner at a happening little restaurant. To add to the effect, the restaurant played our favourite songs, one after another. It felt great - to be with Shirley, looking at her, holding her hands, with all the lovely music in the background. Anyway, we finished our meal, settled the bill, and walked back to our resort. 

It had grown quite cold by the time we reached our room. The room interior though was warm and cozy. Just the perfect setting we needed. We freshened up and changed into our nightwear. The surroundings were absolutely quiet and we could hear the sound of crickets outside. We lay on the bed listening to these nocturnal sounds outside, and then I pulled Shirley close to me. I kissed her full on her lips, and she responded immediately. This time there was no tentative probes or hesitation. We explored each other's mouths with our tongues, and enjoyed the feeling of togetherness. We kissed passionately like there was no tomorrow. I then broke the kiss, and moved my lips to her neck. I kissed and licked her soft, smooth skin and she hugged me tightly. I removed her night gown, leaving her in a sexy bra and panty. Taking a cue, Shirley removed my T-shirt. We kissed again, this time feeling each other's warm bodies. I squeezed her juicy, luscious breasts through her bra, and she let out a low moan. I unhooked the bra, and took each breast in my hands. Shirley has huge breasts, and they proved quite a handful. I have a weakness for breasts, and holding these two marvels made me rock hard! I kneaded them, squeezed them, pinched them and teased them. Shirley enjoyed it all, with her eyes closed and without saying a word. I then pinched her nipples - one by one and she pulled me closer to her. Then I started licking her large dark areoles and then her nipples.

It was now time to move further down, and I kissed her belly, and drew circles around her navel with my wet tongue. She enjoyed it, and wriggled with pleasure. I kissed her on her pubic mound through the fabric of her panty, and inhaled her musky feminine smell. This turned me on even more, and I removed her panty in quick time. I took a few seconds to admire her clean shaven pussy, with the lips slightly apart, and moisture beginning to seep out. I planted another kiss there, and spread her legs. Shirley was now breathing heavily and was gripping the pillow with her hands. I started massaging her thighs lightly and this relaxed her further. I kissed her all over her legs and thighs, and slowly moved upwards. I then planted another kiss on her pussy mound, and placed my middle finger over the hood of the clitoris. She squirmed as I applied pressure, but was enjoying the attention. I slowly moved my finger inside her pussy lips and felt all the juices that were coming out. I placed it at the entrance of her vagina, and moved it inside by an inch. Her reaction told me that she wanted more, and I inserted the whole finger. I kept it inside for a few seconds, before pulling it out and then inserted it back again. Thus began another round of finger-fucking.

This went on for nearly five minutes, after which I replaced my finger with my tongue. First, I licked the outer lips, before moving inside and probing deeper. I then licked her clitoris, which she seemed to enjoy the most. She grabbed my hair, and pushed my head deeper into her pussy. Her pussy was flooded with her juices, which were starting to trickle down and soak the bedsheet. She looked just about perfect for a nice fuck. I moved up and kissed her hard, giving her a taste of her own pussy. She had never done this before, and was taken aback by the taste for a second, before drawing my tongue in. We kissed each other for the next few minutes, and then she moved her hand inside my shorts. She grabbed my rock hard cock in her soft, warm hands and gave it a nice squeeze. I helped her by removing my shorts and underwear. She held my cock in her hands, and started stroking it. The feeling of Shirley's soft hands caressing my cock were driving me insane, and I took her hands off me, pinned them to the bed and kissed her again. I then moved on top of her, and hugged her tightly. 

Slowly, I moved downwards, kissing her breasts, her nipples and her belly. I then parted her legs and kneeled between them. My cock was absolutely hard, and ready for action. Her pussy looked warm and inviting as ever. I gave it a nice little lick to lubricate it even more. I placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and looked at her. She gave me a lusty look. I then asked her, "May I proceed?" and she just nodded. My cock throbbed in excitement at the prospect of fucking Shirley for the first time. Permission granted, I moved the tip of my cock around her pussy lips and pushed it inside. I was finding it a little difficult, so I applied more pressure. Slowly two inches of my meat slid into her. I held that position for a few seconds, then withdrew my cock and pushed it back deeper. This time the whole six inches sank into her. Her pussy felt great - quite tight and searing hot. I could feel her juices surrounding my cock as it explored her inner beauty. As we got used to this, I started moving in and out of her slowly. At the same time, Shirley put her hands around my back, and pulled me closer to her. I kissed her and she responded by biting my lips.

I then asked her if she wanted me to wear a condom. She said, "Go ahead if you want to..." Not wanting to take a chance at the first time, I fetched the condom, slipped it on, and entered her again. I missed the touch of her pussy but could still feel the intense heat around my cock. I increased the tempo of my thrusts, and saw her breathing getting heavier. We felt really close to each other as we ground our hips against each other. The feeling of fucking a woman for the first time is simply out of this world, and this was driving me crazy. I started fucking her faster and faster, and felt the cum building up in my cock. Shirley was close to her orgasm as well, as she shut her eyes, and held me tightly. I gave a few mighty thrusts and climaxed. As I felt my cum shooting out, she violently bucked her hips, and I felt her orgasm hitting her. She let out some heavy oohs and aahs, and ground her pussy against my cock. Wow, what a feeling it was!!! As our orgasm subsided, we kissed each other, and held on in that position for the next five minutes.

Our breathing slowly returned to normal, but we did not want to move an inch. It felt so good to be inside her, that my cock refused to deflate. We were quite tired now, so I reluctantly withdrew my cock from her. I could see the condom filled to capacity with my cum and covered in her lovely juices. I cleaned up, and lay down next to her. She hugged me tightly, and gave me a sheepish smile. We had finally consummated our love affair, and it felt absolutely great! With these thoughts in our head, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.



Getting to Know Her Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Perspectives 

Foreword:

There are a number of Stacy stories to tell and the kind words and encouragement of many readers have compelled me to continue the story, which is why I've provided this background. My first story, Getting into her pants, took place in 2004. My second story Nobody Knew, took place in August 2006, as did part 1 of this series. This one builds on the last one and is part 2 of 4.

For those who haven't read my prior writing here are the basics. My wife and I enjoy a relationship where I sometimes dress-up as Stacy, my female persona and my wife's occasional girlfriend. I found that I enjoyed these sessions and began dressing up on my own as well. After much practice, I finally summoned up the courage to go out in public alone dressed as Stacy. This was soon followed by an outing with my wife. 

* * * * *

In our last episode....

"Well, I know this little lesbian sex fantasy has been growing bit by bit and I think we both kinda enjoy it, so I'd like to take it a little farther."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I want to ask you if you'd consider letting me do you with a strap-on...you know, let me be the guy and you be the girl. I'd really like to try it sometime. You know, when we're ready. Would you do it? Would you do that for me?"

"I'm not sure. I've never really thought about it."

"For me it's the next step in this fantasy. I like being on top and I get so hot when you're the girl. I'd like to try it. So think about it, please. For me."

"I will."

* * * *

Little more was said about her request for the next couple of weeks or so, but I can say that at least for myself it was a topic that never completely escaped my mind. I had to admit that I enjoyed my dress-up time as Stacy and had an interest in continuing to explore that area. I still wasn't sure I knew my own heart as far as why I liked to dress-up, but I was pretty sure I hadn't explored all of my interests yet.

There was also no question that I enjoyed the very passionate 'lesbian' lovemaking that my wife and I shared. These nights were very different from our normal lovemaking and I could tell my wife was increasingly aroused by these evenings to the point where I had begun to wonder whether she preferred ordinary sex with the male me or with her 'girlfriend.' 

Considering those likes, a part of me was willing to try the 'next step' and allow this part of our lovemaking to evolve to a new stage. There's no doubt that we wouldn't have come this far without being open minded and trying a few things. So far everything had gone well and it was possible this would be the same.

Unfortunately there was also a part of me that really couldn't get comfortable with the idea. I had never had any interest in being with a guy and can say pretty honestly that I had never really wondered what it was like to be penetrated and certainly had never thought about putting a cock in my mouth either a real one or a fake one. 

Obviously there are people who like this stuff and maybe I would too, I had no idea and no frame of reference. However, I was sure I had never previously been aroused by the thought of it, despite being exposed to it via stories and videos and such. Since the idea didn't have any natural appeal to me, my willingness to try it would be almost entirely out of love for my wife and a willingness to let her explore what was clearly an important fantasy for her. Eventually I made my decision.

It was around 10 p.m. on the Friday night before Labor Day weekend and we were lounging on the patio with a few drinks. My wife had gotten home from a business trip and was pretty tired. It was also her time of the month, so there was to be no 'welcome home' sex that night, but we were both in a pretty relaxed mood and very happy to spend some quiet time together.

At some appropriate point I said, "Remember a few weeks ago, after Stacy and you went to the movies, and afterwards. Do you remember what you asked?"

She paused for a moment and then said, "Yes. I remember. Have you thought about it?"

"I have. I'm willing to give it a try, but I have to admit I'm not sure what I think about it. Its not something I've ever thought of before or gotten turned on by. I'll do it for you though, since you want to try it. But I wanted you to know in advance, its not something I'm sure about."

"I appreciate your willingness, but I don't want to force it...we don't have to do this. I don't want to push you into anything. Its just a fantasy. I like our Stacy time. I've been surprised how much it turns me on. Its unlocked a lot of new feelings and this is just part of it. It's just something I've seen in some of the stories and it arouses me so I wanted to give it try" 

"I know, I like our Stacy time too. I never knew we would get where we are with it, and I don't have an idea about where it should end up, so I figured maybe we could try it and just go from there."

We talked about it a little more and she said she'd do some research on it. We agreed to take it slow and talk about it a little more before making any final decisions.

Over the following several weeks after a little bit of research she bought a strap-on harness with a jet-black six inch dildo that attached on to the front. It wasn't one of the kinds that is meant to look realistic and oddly, having it there made it a little less intimidating. That, together with some further discussion of the topic had broken down a few of my mental barriers as well. 

During that period of research, my wife also began introducing a little bit of anal activity into our foreplay. She would get some lubrication and carefully slide two and eventually three fingers up inside of me. She would move her hand around gently, relaxing the tight sphincter muscles and carefully 'loosening me up' as she liked to put it. I was o.k. with this and it was pleasurable in a certain sort of way.

Unlike our normal lovemaking during which she tended to take the more dominant role, she always approached these activities in a very consenting way. "May I do this?" "Does this feel O.K." "Tell me if this feels good." It was clear to me that she was learning and experimenting so that when we took the next step it would be as pleasurable as possible.

After years together I knew this was something she wanted and despite a few lingering reservations, I knew it was something I was prepared to give her. Then one night, as we basked in the afterglow of some 'normal' sex, we discussed the matter again and we set a 'Stacy date night' where we agreed to give it a try.

* * * * *

When the night finally arrived I came home a little early in order to get myself ready. I knew in order for this to work I would need to really get into a Stacy mood and part of that always included spending a little time getting myself ready.

I had thought about my outfit and I wanted to wear something special. That said, I didn't want to 'wear my prettiest white lace panties and dress' so I could 'give my anal virginity' to my wife. The old porn story cliché was just a bit too much and not really what I felt like this was all about.

I started with my favorite bra and panty set in dusty rose. I always thought it very elegant and the bra was sufficiently padded and underwired to give me a nice shape without any extra padding. 

Next I worked on my makeup. I started with my usual layer of foundation and powder and then added some black eyeliner and dark green shadow around my eyes. It wasn't perfect, but it gave my eyes a much more erotic look and the splash of color was something different that I didn't normally try on my own.

After that I positioned and combed out my shoulder length strawberry blonde wig. I spent extra time working to get everything curled and combed just how I wanted it. I was definitely getting better at this and in far less time than I expected, decided I had my hair just right.

Looking at myself in the mirror I enjoyed the warm feeling I get when I assume my Stacy persona. I hadn't really dressed in several weeks so the urge to do so was quite strong and needless to say my panties were tented in a very un-ladylike way. I mugged for myself in the mirror a bit, trying out sultry looks and batting my dark made up eyes.

When I made up my mind to do this, I decided that I didn't want it to be like a trip to the dentist where I spent the entire time waiting for it to be over. Rather, I decided I'd get into the role as much as I could and truly give Stacy to my wife complete with longing glances, sexy flirts and encouraging behaviour. Win-lose-or draw, at least I'd have done my best to fulfill my wife's fantasy.

I then went into Stacy's closet and pulled out a long-sleeve emerald green dress. I had never worn this dress with my wife before. It's something I saw one time on a close out rack and bought for myself which is also something I very rarely do. The color of the dress complimented my skin and hair nicely in addition to fitting me well. I paired it with some sheer black stay up stockings and basic low heeled black pumps. For jewelry I went with all gold bracelets, necklaces and clip-on earrings.

Once I was all put together I headed for the mirror and gave myself the once over. Stacy looked very good. The makeup wasn't perfect, but it had the effect I was looking for as far as making my face a bit more dramatic. The rich color of the dress, the gold, the sheer stockings all of it called to mind a lady dressed up for a special occasion, which in many ways it was.

I dabbed on a little bit of perfume and gave myself a few final touches, then headed downstairs to open some wine and get dinner started. I was a little surprised that my wife wasn't home yet, but our schedules aren't very routine so I expected her anytime.

When she arrived a few minutes later she was full of bustle and energy, "I'm so sorry I'm late I got a call just as I was getting ready to leave....mmm that smells delicious, what is it? You look fantastic. Let me get changed. I'll just be a minute. Is this wine for me?"

Just like that she was up the stairs. I had no idea what to expect, but when she emerged a short time later, as usual she looked gorgeous. She had pulled her hair back into an updo that at once accentuated her face but at the same time was quite feminine. Her make up was dramatic with her eyes dark and dusky and her lips a bright carmine red.

Where I had gone for elegant, her outfit was much more sexy. She wore a low cut red silk blouse that accentuated her breasts that were being pushed up and out by a black lace bra the edge of which would occasionally peek out. Her black leather skirt was a little short of knee length and she also wore sheer black stockings along with her highest heels, a pair of black platform pumps. These have nearly a five inch heel and in them she is actually a shade taller than me.

"You look beautiful, as always, my love," I said in my best Stacy voice, a soft high pitched version of my normal voice which for some reason has the vaguest hint of a southern accent to it.

"Thank you. I love your dress. When did you get it, I've never seen it before."

We continued sipping our wine and exchanging casual conversation as we pulled dinner together and finally sat down to the table. There was no doubt that we were both a little nervous, but as dinner progressed and the wine flowed we managed to set that aside.

My wife oozed with sexiness and desire. Her every action showed how excited she was at what was to come. Seductive glances, gentle caresses, her legs brushing mine under the table, all built up the erotic tension of the evening bit by bit. 

For my part, I returned every bit of the attention and continued to coo and compliment her like her sweet submissive girlfriend. I was deep into my Stacy mindset and with every touch, every glance, every innuendo I fell in deeper and deeper.

Finally my wife pushed back from the table and with a smoldering look asked, "Stacy, my beautiful girlfriend, we've been talking about this for a long time now and I've been so looking forward to tonight. I just want to ask one last time, are you ready for this?"

"Yes my love. I'm ready."

"O.k. then. Would you mind cleaning up a bit down here while I go get things ready upstairs. I really want everything to be perfect. No matter what, I want you to know I love you so much and appreciate so much your willingness to give this a try. It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome. I love you too. Its been amazing coming along this far, hopefully this will be the next great step."

"Me too....give me about 20 minutes and then come up. Stay just as you are, you look absolutely perfect."

Trying not to think too much about what was to come I busied myself in cleaning up the dishes and getting the dishwasher started. When I finished that I took the opportunity to touch-up my lipstick and freshen up a bit in the downstairs powder room. Somewhat to my surprise, or maybe not, I still thought I looked pretty good. I knew for sure that despite some confused emotions, I had never so deeply become Stacy before and I felt pretty good about that.

I paused a moment and then knocked lightly on the bedroom door as I turned the handle and began going in. My wife had turned down the covers, put on some very light music and had lit the room with an assortment of candles that gave the room a very soft, almost sepia-glow.

As I entered she stood up from the edge of the bed and came towards me. She was wearing a sheer dark negligee that she often wore when she felt in a particularly romantic mood. Underneath, I could see she still had on her bra, garter belt, stockings and heels. She wasn't wearing panties, but had put on her strap-on harness although she had not yet attached the cock. 

She gathered me up in a firm embrace and whispered in my ear, "Thank you" and then immediately I was overwhelmed by an intense and passionate kiss. I knew to expect that she would be the aggressor, but even still I was surprised how quickly her tongue had invaded my mouth, our lipsticked lips pasted together in a deep erotic 'girl-to-girl' kiss.

From there on, I said little, letting her lead the way, whispering her desires, her instructions, her caressing commentary. Stacy's womanhood bloomed in those moments, and never before had I wanted to give myself so freely to my wife. I had never wanted to please her so much.

"Come my love, lets take off your beautiful dress, I want you so badly, you look so adorable tonight."

"Leave on your shoes, it will be sexier that way, climb up onto the center of the bed and lay yourself back on the pillows"

Had there been a voyeur in the room he would have seen two women in lingerie laying side by side on a bed gently kissing and caressing one another. Arms and legs intertwined the partners would shift and undulate as they changed positions to both give and receive pleasure.

The voyeur would have heard gentle gasps as lips touched nipples as hands touched sensitive spots. He'd have heard the skritching of stockings rubbing against stockings, the sound of wet lips sucking and the squelching noise of a sodden pussy being deftly fingered. Mmmms, ahhhs, 'oh yesss,' 'more' punctuating each movement.

Gradually, the womanly scent of my wife's arousal began to waft around the room, mingling with the gentle sent of the candles and two different scents of perfume. Along the way my wife had shed her negligee, bra and heels so she was naked except for her stockings and of course her harness. My panties had also been removed although I still wore my bra, stockings and shoes.

We were both deeply into the woman on woman scene we were sharing as my wife reached beneath her pillow for something then slid up to a partial sitting position along side of my still flat body.

"May I touch you here Stacy, I want to feel your opening."

"Yes my love."

"Mmmm Stacy I love you so much, I'm going to start working a couple of fingers inside of you now. I have some lubrication I'd like to use. Please just relax, kiss my breasts and caress my legs as I gently open you up like we've been doing for awhile now."

As much as I tried to provide my wife more pleasure, it was hard to concentrate on anything except her long fingers sliding gently in and out of me. She moved quickly from one finger to two, which we had done a number of times. The third finger caused a bit of pain due in part to my having an increasingly hard time relaxing knowing what was to come.

"Relax my love, relax. I'll be so gentle. I don't want to hurt my pretty girlfriend. I want this to feel so good."

After several more minutes of her ministrations I began to relax and felt a bit of pleasure at what she was doing and I could fully comprehend the positively wanton look in my wife's eyes as she did it. She was totally getting off at the prospect of fucking her girlfriend.

She paused for a minute and asked me to close my eyes as she attached the dildo to her harness, applied some lube to it and then cleaned the lube off of her hands. I could feel the bed shift as she repositioned herself inside of me and gently pushed the end of 'her cock' up to the edge of my opening.

"Stacy, may I enter you my love? Will you let me make love to you like a woman?"

"Yes. Yes, please," I responded in a tone that was more encouraging than I would have expected. The Stacy part of me seemed to want this, I thought. 

"Thank you, thank you so much, this has been my fantasy for so long. I can't believe this....I'm going to go slow now, let me know if it hurts ok? I don't want to hurt my sweetheart, my beautiful girlfriend."

With that we slid a small pillow up under my bottom to elevate it at bit, I spread my legs wide and then gradually, carefully she applied pressure against my opening with her "cock". The first inch or two went in pretty easily before she encountered the first bit of resistance.

Gripping a hand she whispered, "Relax, relax, ooohhhh Stacy you're doing so good, so good. You look so beautiful right now, all spread out, all open for me....ohhh yess, relax and take me love."

Bit by bit I took some more and my loving wife talked Stacy through every step of the way caressing her feminine ego and being supportive and encouraging. I appreciated every bit of her gentleness as I knew that at this point anyway, apart from the general thrill of seeing her fantasy become reality, she could not have been getting much direct pleasure even from the little nubbin on her harness that was by now buried inside of her and rubbing up against her clit.

Like so many before me have described, it did hurt a little since the muscles involved are obviously not used to being stretched the way they are being used. There is also a full feeling that's hard to describe. The feeling of being penetrated, invaded. Maybe it's the feeling all women feel when they make love. It was new to me in any event and I tried to ride the feeling and remain relaxed.

It's a hard to describe sensation. It includes some pain, and yes, some pleasure, but not really the euphoric pleasure that I associate with an orgasm or having my cock stroked, more a full, contented feeling with occasional jolts of pain and pleasure. 

After what seemed ages my wife announced, "I think that's it, you've taken it all sweetie. You've taken all of my big hard dick. Does it feel good lover. Do you feel good all full of me....tell me you love it baby, I love filling you up my girlfriend."

In truth, it felt fine and I knew what she wanted to hear so I went with it, "Ohhh yes, ohh yes, oohhh I feel so good, so full. Mmmm yes, so good."

"I'm so glad. So glad. I'm going to start trying to get a little motion going now. That's where I'll get my pleasure my love. I want us to cum together ok? I want us both to cum so hard....but tell me if it hurts ok. I want this to feel all good, ok?"




Getting to Know Her Ch. 02



I smiled up at her and the lust in her eyes was like nothing I had ever seen before. She wanted this bad. I gave her a small nod and she began rotating her hips back to withdraw a few inches before pushing back in again.

I've read any number of stories on this site where a guy and a girl do something like this for the first time and its made to sound like something straight out of a porno. I don't know. Maybe we're uncoordinated or something, but it was far more like two virgin teenagers trying to do it for the first time. There was some fumbling as she tried to smoothly withdraw and then gently push back in. I likewise didn't know whether to help or just remain still. 

We had plenty of lube and there wasn't any painful friction, it was really more my poor spinchter muscles being put to the test while being poked and stretched in completely new ways. It was, to be honest, a little awkward and a little more painful than the initial penetration. While I put this down to our collective inexperience in wielding a strap-on, it didn't change the fact that this wasn't exactly the greatest sex experience ever. It certainly was a far cry from the 'pain turned to pleasure' magic that so many seem to describe. 

Little by little she picked up speed as she found a bit of rhythm that pleased her. Her eyes were closed now and her head was lolling back in pleasure. Small moans were escaping her throat as she thrust into me and I could hear the soupy squelching of her pussy as she pushed all the way into me and her attachment pressed into her. 

She was fully into it now and encouraging me with every thrust. "Oh yes, oh my love. Oh this is so good. Oh this feels so perfect....oh, thank you my love. So good. Ohh cum with me lover I love fucking you girlfriend. Please cum for me. Cum for me while I fuck you."

After a bit more of that she collapsed on me and shuddered through what was clearly an amazing orgasm. The sounds she made and the length of time she spasmed through it was like nothing I had seen before. She actually seemed to fight for breath for a second it was so intense.

Of the whole evening, her best moment was pretty much my worst for two reasons. The primary reason was that as she collapsed upon me and lost control of herself, she had unintentionally jammed the dildo into a painful position. This of course caused me to gasp out, which I'm sure she interpreted as me cumming with her, but which was in reality probably one of the more painful moments of the entire experience.

Second, and maybe just as importantly, I hadn't actually cum. I was good and hard throughout most of the process, but I didn't really feel as though I was working towards an orgasm and obviously the finish as I described above, sorta cut my desire.

My wife clearly didn't notice this and as she came down from the throes of her passion she snuggled up against me and returned to the soft kissing and caressing that we had begun with. After awhile she again thanked me for making her fantasy come true. 

She had always wanted to 'fuck her girlfriend' (her specific words). I assured her how happy I was to have made her so happy and told her I was happy to be her girlfriend. 

Nothing was said that time about how little pleasure I had really gotten out of the whole experience, but for a first time anyway, I was content to chalk it up to making her happy and left it at that.

*****What came next *****

Over the subsequent six months or so we continued to experiment with our 'lesbian' sex nights which were becoming more common than 'ordinary' sex nights. My wife clearly loved this form of sex most of all and, in what can only be termed an ironic turn of events (or maybe not), often asked Stacy if she could use the strap-on as part of the lovemaking. I say ironic because it often left Stacy in the odd position of using the well worn arsenal of female reasons for effectively saying 'no' without saying 'no.'

We did try it about half a dozen more times including trying a couple of different positions. While the movements did become a bit more fluid with additional practice, each time we ended up with pretty much the same results as I described above. My wife had a tremendous, head-spinning orgasm, and I had nothing, except maybe a slightly sore bottom and a bit of frustration. While it didn't seem funny at the time, I guess I shared a bond with the many women who face having sex with a lover that can't satisfy them. 

Eventually my wife noticed that I didn't cum with her. Maybe I hadn't 'faked it' well enough, maybe she had noticed before and just hoped things would get better. Whatever the case, that night our usual loving post-sex afterglow, cuddle and pillow-talk took a different turn.

After some questioning I admitted I wasn't getting much out of the strap-on sex and while I was willing to indulge it from time to time, I wanted her to understand that it wasn't something that was working for me. 

Her reaction and her defensiveness told me that this hurt her. "Where did this come from all of a sudden? I thought you loved this as much as I did? We were so good together. What happened?" 

I'm sure no one wants to read the details of what came next. Most wouldn't call it a true argument, but it was definitely a case where two people saw the same things in very different ways. In the end, whatever one wants to call it, feelings were hurt and suffice to say, things were different from that point forward.

In the weeks that followed, as the fates would have it, we both had significant job pressures which in my wife's case included a good bit of travel. Additionally, I had caught a fairly severe case of the flu and generally felt crummy and lethargic. We didn't get to spend much quality time together and our relationship, already a little fragile, soured a good bit more as neither of us were really taking care of each other's needs.

About that time, when our relationship was at a low point, my wife was assigned to a big project on the west coast (San Fran, to be precise). It was a excellent opportunity for her (she's a consultant) and one we both knew she had to take. I had some misgivings about her being away considering where our relationship stood, but I think we both welcomed a little time apart to figure out where we were and where we wanted to go.

Initially, she was away three weeks. It was spring time and my health had finally improved so I immersed myself in being Stacy every evening and weekend she was gone. My make-up and grooming skills were progressing and I added a little to my wardrobe. I went out once as Stacy to do basic errands, and went to the movies a couple more times. 

Each time went really well and my confidence grew. No one ever knew, at least as far as I could tell. My comfort with being Stacy increased and it was during that time I first accepted that the Stacy side of me was a part that was important to me and one I wanted to continue.

At the end of three weeks my wife was home for a long weekend, but would need to return the following Monday. Although we had talked most every night while she was gone, I was excited to see her and looked forward to some time together. However, almost from the there was an undertone of awkwardness that I couldn't quite understand at first. 

Guilt turned out to be the answer. The final night we "had a talk" during which she confided in me that while she was away she had 'made a friend' and had strap-on sex with 'a real woman.' She said she liked it and needed time to explore the 'true lesbian' side of her sexuality. She emphasized that she still loved me, but wanted to understand this part of her sexuality and hoped I could accept that.

Somehow I wasn't surprised by this and while I felt a range of emotions from anger, to loss, to resignation, I managed to accept her comments for what they were. She was searching for something within her sexuality, much as I was, and while I didn't like it, I knew where she was coming from.

In response I shared with her how I had been spending my time to which she said she was 'not surprised.' After some further discussion, which I would have described as pretty reserved given our respective revelations, we decided to separate until her project ended which was slated to run about six more months. We agreed that during that time we could each see who we wanted and do what we wanted, but at the end we agreed to make a stay together /stay apart decision. 

Again, I'm sure no one wants to read all the specifics. Suffice to say, some unfortunate things were said and there were a lot of tears that night as she packed to go. I felt like we parted as friends, but was deeply uncertain if we would remain lovers despite our love for one another.



Getting to Know Her Ch. 03



Continued from Part 2.

I woke up at around 7AM, and saw that Shirley was still asleep. Both of us were under the same warm blanket, and absolutely naked. I could feel the warmth of her body even without touching her. I moved close to her and hugged her from behind. This woke her up, and she pushed herself into me. My cock immediately sprang to attention as soon as it touched her soft buttocks. She must have felt it grow against the crack of her ass and would have guessed my intentions. I hugged her tightly and cupped her breasts with my hands. We just lay there for a while, as I enjoyed kneading her soft but ample breasts. Slowly, I moved my hands to her nipples, and held each one of them tightly between my fingers. Shirley let out a soft moan, as the pleasurable sensation ran through her body. I turned her around, took her face in my hands, and looked at her at length.

She looked even more beautiful in the morning. I thought to myself - wow I fucked this woman for the first time last night. I kissed her softly on her forehead and then on her lips. Slowly, we locked our lips and kissed each other passionately. We broke the kiss, and I pulled her closer to me. Our bodies were now touching each other from head to toe. My cock was now as hard as it could be and was pushing against her belly. With a swift move, I pulled her on top of me and she sat up, straddling me. I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my cock. She leaned closer and we kissed again. I started fondling and kneading her breasts. The sight of those two delicious globes hanging above me was out of this world, and was driving me crazy. I made her lie down on the bed again, and lay next to her. Her chest was heaving with excitement, and she looked all set for the next round of lovemaking.

I kissed her on her neck, and moved downwards slowly. Shirley obviously loved this, as she wriggled around and grabbed my hair. I paused as I reached her breasts, and took in her aroma. The sweet smell of a woman's naked body, especially early in the morning, is intoxicating, and really turns me on. I kissed her nipples, and took one of them in my mouth. I moved it around inside my mouth as though it was a toffee. I moved my tongue over the areoles in circles, and this made her nipples rock hard. A small "ouch" escaped her mouth as I lightly pinched both the nipples at once. I licked her body in between her breasts and traced my tongue downward in a zig-zag manner. I stopped at her navel, and dove my tongue into her belly button. She responded by grabbing the back of my head and running her hands through my hair. Shirley rarely talks when we make love, but I could easily understand her responses by the ample visual and physical cues that she gives me instead.

I resumed my journey downwards, and licked her inner thighs, before moving upwards towards her crotch. Her pussy was absolutely ready and was emanating a nice musky smell. I could resist it no longer and dove my tongue straight into her waiting love-hole. Immediately, my senses were filled with her strong feminine fragrance, and the warmth of her pussy. I licked her hurriedly, as one would lick a melting ice-cream. Her breathing became shallower, and heavier. She held me by the back of my head as I explored her wonderful pussy. After having my fill of her juices, I moved upwards and kissed her clitoris. Needless to say, it was engorged with anticipation. I took it between my lips and pressed hard. Shirley closed her eyes and let out a loud moan. I toyed with her clitoris till the time she could take it no longer. She pulled me up towards her and kissed me hard. She must have got a taste of her pussy again, as our tongues danced in each others' mouths.

Suddenly, I felt a soft, warm hand on my throbbing cock. Shirley had slid her hand between our bodies, and was now fondling my tool. She caressed the shaft and then cupped my balls. She then held the hard cock in her hands, and began to jerk me slowly. Her grip was just right - not too soft and not too hard. I was getting super turned on by this and climbed on top of her. She parted her legs and allowed me to settle in between. I took my cock and rubbed the tip against her pussy. She was absolutely wet and dripping by now. I pushed the head of my cock between her pussy lips, and it entered quite easily. I took it out, and pushed it in again with a greater force. Shirley moaned, as more than half of my cock entered her. Another push, and I was completely inside her. The feeling was magical as I felt her pussy muscles gripping my cock from all sides.

I started thrusting into her slowly, and we built up a nice rhythm. She was rubbing my back now, as she held me close to her. Gradually, we started fucking faster, and I sensed that we would reach the point of no return pretty soon. It also struck me that I had not worn a condom yet. So, I slowly reduced the pace and pulled out of her. The condom was on within 30 seconds, and I entered her again. It was a whole different experience with the condom, but then I did not want to impregnate her. It was just our second lovemaking session, and I hoped there would be many more. Shirley was now close to her orgasm, and I increased the pace and the force of my thrusts. Her wet pussy, and my condom clad cock made some strange squishy sounds, as we ground our pelvises against each other. Soon, she started moaning heavily and loudly as she came with a mighty force. She grabbed me tighter, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

Slowly, she came down from the heightened state of ecstasy, but I was not done yet. I kept fucking her furiously for nearly two more minutes, before I could feel the cum building up in my balls. I came with a fury and spurted my cum into the condom. We were both breathing heavily, as our bodies regained their composure. Both of us were covered in a thin film of sweat after our exertions, and this made Shirley look even more sexy! I lay on top of her for a while, savouring each and every moment of being inside her. I then got off, cleaned up and disposed off the cum filled condom. We were both feeling extremely hungry now, and decided to have a bath and head straight to the restaurant.

It was then that an idea struck me. As Shirley asked me whether I wanted to go have a bath first, I asked her why not go together? She made faces and hesitated, but I insisted and led her into the bathroom. What followed was a steamy ten minute long kissing, fondling, licking and caressing session, that I will not forget. Yes, I finally got to know Shirley intimately and our lives would never be the same again.



Getting to Know Her Ch. 03



Ch. 03: Sweet Sex

Forward:

This is the third (of four) in this series. Certainly reading the first two parts of this series would help in understanding this part, although this one can stand on its own for a number of reasons. Some might find it useful to also read my first and second stories "Getting into her pants" and "Nobody knew" which provide some additional back story to this series. 

This story is very different from the others and falls into the category of Fetish rather than cross-dressing. There won't really be any of that in this story. It is, I think, an important part of my longer saga however which is why I have included it in the series.

For those who haven't read my prior writing here's the background. My wife and I enjoy a relationship where I sometimes dress-up as Stacy, my female persona and my wife's occasional girlfriend. I found that I enjoyed these sessions and began dressing up on my own as well. 

After much practice, I finally summoned up the courage to go out in public alone dressed as Stacy. This was soon followed by an outing with my wife. Eventually, we decided to try strap-on sex, which didn't go so well and led to my wife and I choosing a separation.

*****

At the end of our last episode....

The final night we "had a talk" during which she confided in me that while she was away she had 'made a friend' and had strap-on sex with 'a real woman.' She said she liked it and needed time to explore the 'true lesbian' side of her sexuality. She emphasized that she still loved me, but wanted to understand this part of her sexuality and hoped I could accept that.

Somehow I wasn't surprised by this and while I felt a range of emotions from anger, to loss, to resignation, I managed to accept her comments for what they were. She was searching for something within her sexuality, much as I was, and while I didn't like it, I knew where she was coming from.

In response I shared with her how I had been spending my time to which she said she was 'not surprised.' After some further discussion, which I would have described as pretty reserved given our respective revelations, we decided to separate until her project ended which was slated to run about six more months. We agreed that during that time we could each see who we wanted and do what we wanted, but at the end we agreed to make a stay together /stay apart decision. 

Again, I'm sure no one wants to read all the specifics. Suffice to say, some unfortunate things were said and there were a lot of tears that night as she packed to go. I felt like we parted as friends, but was deeply uncertain if we would remain lovers despite our love for one another. 

* * * *

For the next couple of weeks I was pretty down and don't recollect doing a whole lot, either as Stacy or as myself. I focused on my work and put a little more energy into exercising (which seemed to make me feel better) and gradually my mood began to brighten. I returned to casual dressing at home, but never really got fully made up as Stacy and I didn't go out.

About four weeks into our split, I was at a bar after work with several co-workers (most of whom knew of my separation, but not the specifics). We had been there awhile and I had downed a few rounds when a woman tapped my shoulder and introduced herself to me.

Her name was Debbie and she had actually worked with my wife many years ago, which is why she had recognized me. She was a little older than me, but plenty attractive, with shoulder length blonde hair cut in a pert business-woman style, a pleasant face and average figure. She was tall for a woman at about 5' 7" and that evening she was also apparently out after work dressed in black tailored pants, low heel shoes and a pale blue button front blouse.

Naturally she asked after my wife and I explained that she was doing great and all the professional details, but also dropped in the fact that we were currently apart. She of course said she was 'sorry to hear that' but the conversation quickly took a turn from two old acquaintances doing a quick social check-up to a guy and a girl chatting each other up. The evening ended with an exchange of phone numbers.

I can say for sure I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know if I wanted to date. I didn't know if I wanted to get back with my wife. I didn't know if I just wanted to spend my time alone as Stacy and see where that took me. In the end, I decided it didn't pay to close off any options so I called Debbie and we went out.

The first few dates went pretty well and were fairly normal nights out. We ate, we drank, we talked and got to know each other. Debbie was fun to be with, and a little bit flirty, which I suppose was flattering to me given where my head was at. It felt good to be back in the mix, and I was glad things were going well even if I didn't know where they were going. 

After the third date we ended up back at her condo and we both got a little drunk. There was a little kissing and a little touching. At one point, she was sprawled out on a chair barely able to sit up and she said, "I really like kinky sex. Do you like kinky sex?"

"Yeah, I like it. What do you like."

"I like lots of oral. Do you like lots of oral?"

"I'm into that."

"I like to get a little messy too, use whip cream and chocolate and peanut butter and stuff. Have you ever done that? Do you like kinky sex?"

She babbled on like that for a little longer before she either passed out or fell asleep and though I stayed at her place that night, nothing more happened. 

On the fourth date things heated up. We had gone out for dinner and had listened to a good local band over a few drinks. Afterwards, she invited me back to her condo where we got into a bottle of wine. We stared kissing a little and soon progressed to a little touching and rubbing. Our inhibitions were both lowered by the alcohol and I decided I'd follow Debbie's lead and see where things went.

She broke our kiss and excused herself for a few minutes. When she came back she said, 

"As you probably can tell, I'm feeling a little tipsy and a little horny tonight but I want to ask you a question before we go any further."

"Sure, what is it?"

"How do you feel about a little kinkiness?"

I was thinking she didn't remember last week, or didn't know if I remembered last week so I responded, "I'm pretty open minded, what are you thinking about."

"Well, it's a little embarrassing, but I really get off on using food as part of sex."

"Yeah, you kinda mentioned that last week, although you were a little messed up. I'm willing to follow where you lead...What are you thinking?"

"Good, follow me back to the bedroom," she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

Her bedroom was fairly typical, with one exception, her bed was covered with a fitted plastic sheet and the pillows were similarly covered in plastic. She directed me to sit on the edge of the bed and told me to start getting my shirt and shoes off. She quickly pulled her dress off over her head and was soon kneeling in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties.

"You're such a good sport to try this. Let me get your pants off and see what we have to work with."

"Not bad, not bad at all" she said as she released my already rock hard unit from my drawers. "Now lean back all the way and let me get busy...you're gonna love this I just know it."

I followed her instructions and I could soon feel her hands softly stroking my hardness. 

Occasionally I could feel her lips or her tongue as well. It wasn't a hard tease, it was more like she was testing out how sensitive I was. Like she was trying to tell what made me respond and where my arousal points were.

After maybe five minutes of that she stopped and I could sense she was fumbling around for something, but from my angle I couldn't see what. 

"Stay still," she said. "Lay back and close your eyes and let me take care of your surprise."

I again did as she said. I had never really confided my submissive nature, but maybe she sensed it. At any rate, I didn't mind following her orders and was somewhat aroused by it.

The next thing I knew I could smell the distinct aroma of peanut butter and seconds later I could feel both of her hands pulling diligently at my cock, thoroughly coating my rod with the soft sticky spread.

"Mmmm, how does that feel baby....Do you like that? Open your eyes now."

I did and was greeted with the sight of Debbie, fully naked now, standing in front of me, her peanut butter coated hands pulling on my cock one after the other like she was reeling in a rope. 

Actually fully naked isn't quite right, she had some peanut butter smeared on her pointy nipples and it looked like a little was smeared near the top of her pussy, as though she couldn't resist giving herself a little rub with her messy hands.

"You're all sticky and messy sweetheart, we're gonna need to get you cleaned up."

With that she kneeled down and took about half my shaft into her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling all around the soft underside of my cock lapping up the peanut-butter while she gave gentle suction on the head and bobbed her lips up and down. I've had a few blow-jobs over the years, but none had ever felt quite like this.

She continued like that for a few more minutes and she was really into it. Her licking and sucking were much more enthusiastic than I'd ever experienced before. It was almost like one of those porn movies where the women just go crazy on the men. It felt amazing and of course I made the appropriate encouraging noises.

Just when I felt like I was getting pretty close, she stopped and looked up at me with a huge grin. She had an excited and mischievous look in her eyes. Most of her lipstick had long since been rubbed off and there was a pale brown drool of peanut butter and saliva coated all around her mouth in its place. It was an amazingly slutty look.

After catching my eye and blowing me a kiss, she looked down again. Next thing I knew, she was climbing up on the bed and was positioning herself to straddle me into a 69. She had rubbed a bunch of peanut butter all over her snatch and it looked like she had more on her hands.

As her sweet smelling gash descended toward me she said, "Your turn now. Clean me up lover. I want you to get every last bit."

Having little choice in the matter I dove straight in. Hoping to match her previous enthusiasm, I aggressively lapped at her sweet and sticky labia and clit and furiously stabbed my tongue at her opening smearing her juices, my saliva and the creamy spread all around her folds. I was partly enthused to be involved in a new experience, but I was also eager to impress Debbie with my skills, so I tried everything I knew and more.

The combination of smells, tastes and textures was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The feeling was all the more intense because Debbie was once again sucking firmly on my cock and rubbing her slippery, sticky fingers up and down my shaft. 

She was so active and so aggressive, once even sliding a slimy digit into my anus that I could hardly concentrate between feeling the amazing pleasures she was giving me and trying to feast on the erotic buffet of flavors and sounds and smells right before my eyes.

After a few more minutes of intense action she started moaning, "Ohh yes, ohh right there, keep going right there....and cum for me. Cum for me. I want to taste your cream."

I did as I was told concentrating on rubbing, kissing and sucking her clit right near the top where she wanted it. I was already close to the edge and told her so, which provoked one last intense burst of licking on her part.

All at once I began to shoot my load and she responded my clamping her lips tight around my shaft taking a full mouthful of my seed. No sooner did I stop spewing than she spun herself around and immediately planted her lips on mine. Taking charge of the kiss, her tongue forced apart my lips and we were soon sharing my load. 

The kinkiness of the kiss is hard to describe. Our lips, tongues and faces were soon covered with a thin film of her juices, my cum, saliva and peanut butter. I had never really shared cum in a kiss before and the textures and flavors were much different than I would have guessed. I didn't really think about the details, I went with the eroticism of the moment and focused on the giving and receiving of pleasure. 

The amazing kiss went on and on as we spread our kisses to other pleasure zones. Breasts, necks, ear lobes whatever part was in front of me I kissed it and Debbie did the same. Whenever either of us slowed down the other seemed to pick up the pace and keep things going with gentle kiss, licks and pecks before once again our tongues were entwined once more.

A couple times along the way Debbie climaxed, once by her own hand and once by mine. Her juices flowed freely and we would both occasionally bring up fresh fingers full of her fluid to spread around each others lips or suck from each others fingers. Eventually we dozed off entwined in our sticky, cummy, peanut-buttery mess.

Hours later we woke up and shared an intimate shower together. Afterwards, I helped her clean up the mess we had made. I now understood the importance of the plastic sheets and pillow cases and why Debbie had made such a point of tossing our discarded clothes into a corner rather than just letting them fall as they may.

We repeated that scene and other similar ones over the following several weeks. Debbie was a creative lover and had a real flair for kinky oral sex most of which involved sticky foods and sweets in some way or another. While some ideas worked better than others, the intense erotic nature of the play was hard to deny. Apart from the peanut butter, my three favorite were these:

Altoids – This one has made the rounds, but it's sexy and intense. I sucked an Altoid and would go down on her, she would do the same and go down on me. The intense peppermint flavors on our sensitive erotic zones produced a warm, buzzy, tingly sensation that is almost impossible to describe (just try it). To make things a little sloppier, Debbie liked to keep a bottle of chocolate sauce handy to squirt on a finger or a nipple. It changed the game from just peppermints to something more like a peppermint patty.

Fruits of the vine and more – One time, Debbie teased me by dipping her toes into a glass of chardonnay and asking me to suck the wine off of her toes and stockings. I discovered that I had a much stronger than expected foot fetish and she discovered that having a tongue between her toes was quite an erotic turn on. The game started with her in stockings and part of the fun involved was a slow striptease. Along the way we introduced some additional fruits into the fun. She used a part of a banana much the same way as she used peanut butter as an aid in stroking and sucking my cock. A few slices of kiwi fruit made a tasty sticky mess of her breasts and were a special treat to be rubbed on and licked from her folds.

Chocolate kisses – Debbie cooked me a romantic dinner at her house and we had special chocolate kisses for desert. Before the start of dinner she had slipped a Hershey's kiss into her snatch which became a sticky chocolate mess over the course of dinner. She started by fishing the remaining piece out, which we shared in an intimate tongue kiss. Next, she hiked up her skirt and discarded her sticky, chocolately and wet panties and I did a quick clean-up right at the table. From there we headed to the bedroom where we employed a little peanut butter and a little chocolate, much as described at the beginning, in our own special version of a Reece's cup.

Sex with Debbie was always an adventure and we enjoyed a very intense, very sex filled six week affair. Unfortunately, as people, we had our differences and at some point we both sorta knew that as fun as it was, we weren't going to build a relationship around getting drunk and having fun with food. In all our intimacy, we never actually had intercourse. It was always oral sex of every type imaginable.

In our time together, I never let on to Debbie about my Stacy side. I sorta let that part of me take a back seat and I found it nice to know that I wasn't so addicted or attached to that part of me that I couldn't enjoy other pleasures. That said, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss my time fully dressed out in my favorite feminine outfits, fully made-up and hair just so.

As I look back at my fling with Debbie it was an amazing eye opener and a reminder about how spontaneous and fun lovemaking could be. It was a far different approach to sex than my wife and I had shared and it seemed to carry a lot less emotional baggage. Really it was just sex, it wasn't "love" or "love making" and all those terms might entail. It was just simply very casual. 

A part of me still feels like I 'cheated' on my wife although I know full well she was having adventures of her own. I definitely have a better appreciation of the idea that there can be casual sex that doesn't really change how you feel about someone you love. To that extent, I have mixed emotions. The one thing I know for sure is that whenever I smell peanut butter I get a smile on my face.



Getting to Know Her Ch. 04



Ch. 04: Conclusions

Forward:

This is the fourth and final installment in this series. Certainly reading the prior parts of this series would help in understanding this part. Some might find it useful to also read my first and second stories "Getting into her pants" and "Nobody knew" which provide some additional back story to this series. 

For those who haven't read my prior writing here's the background. My wife and I enjoy a relationship where I sometimes dress-up as Stacy, my female persona and my wife's occasional girlfriend. I found that I enjoyed these sessions and began dressing up on my own as well. 

After much practice, I finally summoned up the courage to go out in public alone dressed as Stacy. This was soon followed by an outing with my wife. Eventually, we decided to try strap-on sex, which didn't go so well and led to my wife and I choosing a separation.

In Part 3 I described a relationship I had during our separation. 

This part picks up from there. It's a little light on sex, but anyone who has gotten this far is hopefully interested in the story as much as the action.

*******

After ending things with Debbie I returned to my previously favorite pass time, dressing up as Stacy, my female alter-ego. Week nights after work I'd slip into a simple blouse and a comfortable skirt, fix my wig and do myself up with some basic make-up. I'd then curl up with a good book, browse around on-line or watch TV. I felt very comfortable dressed this way, it relaxed me in a way that is hard to relate. It just felt good. 

I had taken to wearing panties full time and diligently kept myself shaved all over. My toes were polished almost all the time as well. I had even bought myself a silky nightshirt and enjoyed wearing it to bed along with panties and bra to remain as Stacy every minute possible that I was not at work.

Weekends of course were my opportunity to fully become Stacy on a 24/7 basis and I did so with relish. Saturday morning I'd head out to run errands and go to the grocery store usually wearing stylish Capri pants with either sandals or cute ballerina flats. I had become adept at fixing my hair and make-up and I can think of only one or two instances where anyone ever gave me even a second glance as I went about my business.

Saturday night provided a chance to dress up more elaborately and I began looking forward to it around the middle of the week. My outings were still pretty simple, the movies or sometimes local theater. A few times I would window shop a little before hand or maybe pick-up some take-out afterwards. I still didn't feel all that confident interacting with people, but felt increasingly good about my ability to pass unnoticed.

Since part of the 'fun' of the evening was the preparation, I'd start early so I could take my time and really enjoy each step of the transformation. I'd start with a favorite bra and panty set and then slide into a silky camisole or half slip. I had been adding to my collection of lingerie through on-line purchases so some times I would have something new that I couldn't wait to try on. I always liked to save new things for Saturday night and that added to the anticipation.

Next, depending on my chosen outfit, I'd draw on a pair of sheer stockings or maybe patterned or colored tights. Even if it was just plain old suntan pantyhose my whole body would tingle with the warm comforting feeling of being wrapped in feminine fabrics. I still thrilled at the soft ssshhhing noise the stockings would make as my legs rubbed together and I loved how the silky fabrics made my legs look slim and elegant.

I had two outfit styles that I liked. I had an ordinary black knee length jersey dress that fit me just perfect. I could make the look fancy or casual depending on my accessory choices. Sometimes the look was fancier with scarves, jewelry, sheer stockings and modest heels. Other times it was far more casual with maybe a short jacket, contrasting leggings and flat shoes. 

My other favorite was a white silk blouse that was ruffled around the neck and had frilly smocking on the front. When I wanted to feel super feminine I'd pair this with a long black print skirt. When I wanted to be more casual I could add a denim skirt and a sweater and still feel pretty. 

Whatever I chose, I knew that by the time I had put on full evening make-up, darkened my eyes, fluffed up my hair just so and spritzed on a little perfume I would be deep into my Stacy persona. The soft fabrics, pleasant scents and all the other little nuances reinforcing how I felt and how I wanted to be seen. 

It had been just about a year since my first venture outside as Stacy and in that time she had come along way. She was still fussy and careful to make sure everything was perfect before going out and she still sometimes worried that someone might make out her secret. Gone however were most of the butterflies and fears and in its place was a natural confidence and comfort.

Stacy had begun to take on some personality traits that were her own. She smiled more and she walked more slowly. She would often brush her hair back with her left hand and spoke with a vaguely southern accent. 

I had a different feeling and outlook as Stacy and I enjoyed it. Stacy wasn't trying to 'be' anything. She didn't have any female friends and wasn't seeking any. She certainly wasn't out looking for guys. In fact, if Stacy had any agenda at all it was simply to not be noticed. 

As I described above, part of that agenda was a conservative and tasteful approach to fashion. She didn't wear towering 4" stiletto heels, fishnet stockings or short skirts. It was a wardrobe that screamed department store, not adult store. 

Don't get me wrong, I think such outfits are hot to look at can totally understand the allure. It's just not the Stacy that I am or the Stacy I enjoy being.

It would be fun to report about some insanely awesome sex adventure I had as Stacy. Some night where 'I felt all woman for the first time' or 'all my fantasies were realized,' but that wouldn't really be true. In fact, as I look back on it, I'm not even entirely sure what my fantasies were at the time – I was just felt happy and content and that was enough.

The closest thing I had to an adventure was one night I had gone to a local theater to see a play. I had a seat at the back and had dressed up pretty nice. I wore the black jersey dress, sheer hose and modest heels I described above and had dressed it up with a floral pattern scarf and some jewelry. I looked 'dressy' I guess, but not really flirty or sexy.

During intermission it was my habit to just stay in my seat and I usually spent the time perusing the program or maybe fiddling with my cell phone. I didn't want to drink alone at the bar and had no reason to risk a trip to the bathroom (I had never been to the bathroom while out as Stacy). So, I kept to myself and moved about no more than necessary to let others in or out of the row.

As I sat there reading the program a nicely dressed young man came up to me and asked me how I was enjoying the show. I was trapped. He had obviously deduced that I was there by myself and no doubt thought maybe I would enjoy some company. I likewise had no way of knowing whether his attraction to me was as the woman I appeared to be or whether he had 'made' me as a guy.

He was perfectly polite and I couldn't easily ignore him, but I really had no interest in speaking to him. My mind whirled to come up with an excuse to get away, but my thoughts had become flustered by this unexpected development and I couldn't come up with anything that wouldn't appear rude. It wasn't really in my Stacy persona to be rude to anyone, so I patiently mumbled through some simple non-encouraging responses hoping eventually he would move on.

Unfortunately, that strategy didn't appear to be working either. He continued to pepper me with questions and engage in pleasant banter until they rang the bell to announce the coming of the second act. While I was somewhat relieved by this, my suitor used the opportunity to invite me out for a drink after the show. 

Again I was caught flat-footed and mumbled through a lame response where I declined his invitation by suggesting that my 'partner' probably wouldn't appreciate me going out. I thanked him with a friendly smile and he gracefully departed. Moments later they lowered the lights for the second act and my heartbeat began returning to normal.

Once my nervousness about the encounter subsided, I began to reflect on what had happened. A part of me was very flattered that he obviously found me attractive. As I replayed the scene in my mind, his body language and style lead me to believe he thought he was hitting on a woman. While I had no particular interest in him, he was definitely a well dressed and handsome man and I had no doubt that he good success, with has smooth demeanor, at getting most woman to agree to go out with him. 

As I look back on it, that incident more than any other caused me to ask myself the question of what I wanted from my Stacy time and where this part of me was headed. Increasingly, it wasn't the sexual thrill that it was in the early days when every dress-up session was followed by sex with my wife.

I had spent the better part of two months thoroughly indulging my Stacy side to the point where, at some level the two personalities had began to merge. More and more my 'work-time' thoughts viewed a situation as Stacy might and my evening thoughts were invaded by my original personality. It sounds clichéd to say it, but I began to wonder what my 'real' personality really was, the one I had always been or the one I had gotten to know over the last couple of years. It surprised me to realize, it was probably a bit of both.

I soon began to realize that my Stacy time was no longer about proving that I could pass but more about finding my own personal and sexual identity. 

One night in particular I remember lying in bed wearing a beautiful pink bra and panty set. The cups of the bra and the front panel of the panties were the most perfect, shade of pink not too hot, not to pale. The satin was the smoothest ever and so shiny and feminine it almost made me blush like a little girl. The edges all around the cups of the bra were a delicate and soft white lace and a satin rose sat between the cups. The panties were similarly trimmed in lace perfectly framing the leg openings and my waist.

I had never worn anything so perfectly, satisfyingly feminine ever before and as I laid there I openly wondered what it would be like to live as a woman. I didn't feel like a man dressed as a woman, but I didn't feel like a woman with a penis either. I loved the way these clothes felt on me. I loved the way they made me feel on the inside. It wasn't sexual so much as satisfaction. I felt at ease like this, a wholeness.

I began to question where my life was headed. I knew I wasn't interested in finding male partners. That was the one thing I felt I was sure about, although my vaguely flattered reaction to the advances of the guy at the theater questioned even that view. On the other hand I wasn't exactly taking any action that might result in finding a new female partner. 

Eventually, as I sorted all of these jumbled pieces together in my mind, I realized or maybe rationalized that I was lonely and that my Stacy time was at least in part a substitution for the time I missed spending with my wife. 

I was far from certain about this, and I had wrestled with these thoughts and what to do about them for a couple of weeks without a clear resolution when seemingly out of the blue, my wife contacted me to let me know her project was starting to wrap-up and asking whether we could get together some time during her upcoming trip back East. 

She was returning on a Thursday, so I offered to cook her a nice dinner at our house on Friday night. She was first in saying that she had missed me (which I found encouraging) and also in suggesting that we needed to talk (which I found more worrying). I hung up the phone as uncertain as ever, but at least feeling like a fresh page was getting ready to turn and that decisions would be made from there.

* * * * *

After a little more than six months apart, there was something a little surreal about having dinner with my wife at home on a Friday night just as we had done dozens of times before our separation. There was nothing in the tone of her correspondence that hinted at whether this was a good-bye dinner or a reconciliation, so I was very nervous about the evening to the point of taking the afternoon off to make sure I had my head together and everything was right at the house.

I wouldn't quite call it a purge because I threw almost nothing away, but I had spent the last few evenings packing 'Stacy' into boxes and removing any traces of her. As important as my Stacy time had been to me, I didn't really feel bad about this. It felt like the right thing to do and I felt in no way forced to hide what I was doing. I just felt like I wanted to go into the next chapter – whatever it might be – with a clean slate and an open mind.

As one can imagine, I thought a lot about what might happen. I decided that my 'best case scenario,' was that my wife and I could get back together, that we could find a way to go back to being a normal couple, with perhaps occasional Stacy visits on the side both for sex and for casual company. I knew things could never really be the same, but I hoped we could find a way of pressing the 'reset' button and maybe going forward from there.

True to my submissive nature I suppose, I also decided that I was willing to let my wife set the tone. If she said it was done, I felt I could accept that and could devote my energies to moving on, although my destination in that event was far from clear to me. I was prepared to listen and learn where her head was and what she wanted and knew I had developed enough strength and insight about my own needs and desires that I could play whatever hand I was dealt.

We greeted each other with a hug and a kiss and settled into some casual catching-up chatter mainly covering jobs and friends. The conversation was easy and unforced. After almost seven months apart with fairly little contact, there was a lot of neutral ground available and we were both genuinely interested about what the other had to say. After about an hour of this, I suggested I would go put dinner on.

"Wait....," she said and an uneasy look crossed her face. In an instant I became concerned and clenched at what would come next. I have no idea what emotions my face might have betrayed, but with one word my mind had become soup.

She continued, "Before we eat, I need to get something out there......I'm sorry. I'm sorry for causing our separation and I'm sorry for all the things that happened that led up to that. As I think about it, they were mostly my doing. I was selfish, I screwed up and I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me." 

I could see she was holding back tears and I could tell the apology was sincere, so I responded, "I appreciate you saying that. I had a hand in all this too though. We both made mistakes. I'm happy to try to put the past in the past, but what should come next? What do you want to do now?"

"Can I come home? I want to try to work things out. I know I still love you, I hope maybe you still love me and maybe we can start there. Go back to the beginning?" 

Tears were gently flowing now as she looked to me for my answer. "I still love you too. I think we still have a lot to talk about, but I agree, loving each other is a good place to start and hopefully it will be enough for us to try to work things out together. I'd be happy to have you home again."

"I know we have a lot to talk about and we will. I know we can make things right. I wanted something and I found out that what I thought I wanted was so much less than what I already had."

"I guess I found out the same thing."

"Will Stacy still be around?" she asked.

"Do you want her around?"

"Yes. I like her. She's fun to be with sometimes. But maybe we should focus on just the two of us first. If we're going back to the beginning, we should probably start there."

"I agree. Welcome home my love....lets refill these glasses and get dinner started."

* * * * *

I won't bore readers with the details of the rest of the conversation that night or our many subsequent discussions (some with the aid of a counselor). Real life is more complicated than 'Happily ever after' but we've done pretty well, avoided a lot of rough spots and remain together and in-love more than four years later. 

Likewise, in the course of telling the story I appreciate that I've left a number of loose ends. Allow me to tie up the ones I can:

The West Coast fling

During my wife's time on the West coast, she spent quite a bit of time in the 'lesbian scene' as she put it. She shared a lot of details with me which I variously found titillating, fascinating and off-putting. When I said that to her, she said she sometimes felt the same way. She commented that she always felt like an outsider and that the close knit nature of the community (or at least the part she was introduced to) meant that everyone always seemed to be involved in one another's business. 

She also felt that 'the crowd' (her phrase) was overly wrapped up in their sexuality and how that defined them rather than as the people that they are. In her words, she'd be introduced to someone as 'This is Jane, she used to be with Kate, she's a concert pianist" as though having the skill of being a concert pianist was a distant second or even third to the fact of who she used to date and that she was part of the scene.

The sex she said, was very satisfying, but she found that the there was also quite a bit missing as compared to having sex with someone that she really loved. She enjoyed the physical release, the novelty and quite often the power exchange, but she never had an emotional connection and doubted, given the vagaries of the community she was involved with, that she would ever find such a relationship.

In her words, she was really glad she tried it but she put too much mystique on the possibilities that might be there.

Debbie

I shared in detail, my experiences with Debbie, which my wife handled very well. I was surprised I didn't really feel guilty telling about it, since I had a few regrets at the time. In the context of the reconciliation we were attempting, it seemed right to have it out there and I think telling about it helped me sort out some of my own feelings on the matter. 

My wife once commented, she didn't expect me to stay home alone, and was glad that I found some happiness. She expressed some jealousy more from the standpoint that she feels she missed out on some fun than that she begrudges the fact that I spent time with another woman. Apart from seeing Debbie entering a restaurant that I was exiting at lunch one time, I haven't seen her since and to my knowledge, my wife has not run across her either. I'd like to be a fly on the wall if that ever did happen.

Stacy

One of the first things my wife asked about was how much time I spent as Stacy while she was gone. I shared with her the full extent of my experiences, how those experiences made me feel and my hope that Stacy would remain welcome as both a friend and a lover. I explained that while I thought I could take a break for awhile, there was parts of being Stacy that felt very good to me and I wasn't completely sure I wanted to make a full break from it.

Initially, we made a renewed commitment towards more traditional lovemaking. This part of our life, we both feel, has been greatly enhanced by our time apart. We both bring a fresh energy and emotion to regular male-female sex activities. 




Getting to Know Her Ch. 04



Somewhere along the way, as we experimented with gender roles, toys and positions we lost track of how satisfying it could be to just have a good old fashioned night of sex. Just plain old fucking, sucking, fondling and kissing – no thinking, just doing. It brought us back to the earliest days of our relationship when the love was the greatest and everything was new. 

Eventually, my wife raised the idea of having Stacy come around 'for a girls night in.' Getting myself ready that night was like sliding into a comfortable old pair of shoes. It had been weeks since I had last dressed and I was surprised how easy all the little details came back to me. It felt very natural to slip back into being Stacy and I smiled and sighed my way through every minute of my careful preparation. My outfit was really basic: black leggings, a long comfy grey cowl neck sweater dress and ballet flats.

We hugged like long lost friends when I walked into the room and my wife's expression told me that a lot of old feelings were quickly rekindled. She complimented me several times on how far my skills had progressed and how much more at ease I seemed than the nervous creature that she took to the movies ages ago. 

There was no sex that night, but gradually cuddling and watching a movie turned to caresses and later kisses. Stacy 'slept over' that night, and we continued to caress each other through our silky nightgowns until we fell asleep in each others arms.

Again, we took it slow and kept the communication lines open. Gradually Stacy began making more regular visits and not just on the weekend. We've gone out together on a number of occasions, but for fear of running into co-workers who might not understand, we tend to stay in a lot. I probably spend more time as Stacy than I would have expected, but we both seem to be ok with that and the distinctions between Stacy and 'me' have blended in a number of ways.

Our sex life has evolved to a rather androgynous place. As Stacy the lovemaking is mostly oral, as it was back in the beginning but sometimes, in the right mood, Stacy has been known to invite some strap-on play which has been lovingly accepted. I still don't get any special pleasure from the act, but since my wife now understands that it longer results in Stacy finishing frustrated.

Equally, we began incorporating some of our 'Stacy' lovemaking techniques into our 'regular' play. My wife will sometimes encourage me by saying, "Mmm you tongue me like you're a woman" or gently rub 'my breasts' while we kiss and caress one another. I've even accepted some modest anal penetration as part of our 'normal' lovemaking and my wife never seems to mind if a little bit of peanut butter or other erotic food pops up as part of a steamy oral session.

I guess over time, we've taken our lovemaking to a place where the point is more about giving and receiving pleasure and feeling good than playing gender games or pushing limits and such. I think we both have a much stronger sense of self and what we want both for each other and from each other. We still experiment a little, but we're also more comfortable sticking with what works. 

*****

I don't want to leave with the impression that we are 100% all better and lived the rest of our life like a Disney Prince and Princess (or Princesses). Damage was done, and while much has been repaired, from time to time a nerve will be struck. Problems arise and we talk about them. We're both more open and honest. We're in a pretty good place right now, and we both believe that things continue to get better.

The lesson, for me anyway, is that people can be sexually complex and sexual appetites are not a constant, but can evolve. Open communication, being open minded and being flexible are all valuable traits in enjoying a satisfying sexual relationship. But one can't pursue these traits to the exclusion of ones own nature. Even a loving relationship isn't always easy, and I doubt it should be, as the effort is a part of the satisfaction.

These facets are rarely a part of the stories one sees on Lit as frankly, they don't make good copy. Few come to this site wanting to hear about someone else's complicated relationship or gender identification challenges. Readers want to hear about slapping bodies, splashing fluids and sexual intrigue. I know in this part at least, that was lacking.

Thanks to anyone who has gotten this far. I hope you enjoyed my story. I found the telling to be useful to me and hopefully someone will learn from my experiences.