2 comments/ 102297 views/ 5 favorites Honey Ch. 1 By: Heironymous I have to admit that I wasn't completely out of touch about the estrangement in our marriage. I knew that the excitement had flagged. Two years ago, I had realized that after five years of marriage, Hans didn't look at me quite the same way. His touch was not as frequent, not as persistent, not as meaningful as it once had been. Then I began to realize that there was less and less passion in our lovemaking; and finally, in the past year I've recognized that our passionless sex was becoming more and more infrequent. Perhaps, I thought, this is what all marriages become. I accepted it, and moved through my life with little or no conscious regret. Hans was a good man, a good provider, a good husband. Our social life was active and meaningful. I lived a life of indulgence and comfort, supported by a husband that was fit, handsome, affluent, and attentive to all my needs except in the love, sex, and romance area. I was a good woman, well bred, well raised, and wouldn't think of cheating on him. I had always been a "good" girl, and cheating on my husband just was not in the realm of my possibilities. I had taken to fantasizing about men, however. Big, strong men who could overpower me with their lust, their charm, and their husky bodies. Men who desired me in the worst way; men who could not help themselves; strong men who would humble themselves at my feet in order to have their way with me, and would not take no for an answer if I refused them. My fantasies centered around me being indifferent to a big hulk of a man as he begged and pleaded with me for sex. Then when he was sure he wouldn't get it, he would take me by force. Not too much force was needed, as I had planned to give in all along. It was a delicious fantasy, and often left me wet and panting with desire, and often I would slip my hand underneath my skirt and gently rub my vagina through my panties as I pictured myself in the arms of a man who was overpoweringly strong yet able to beg for my sexual ministrations, and would stop at nothing to have me. If I was driving in my car, I would only stroke lightly. If I was home alone, in my bed or in the bath, I would slip two fingers in my wet vagina and thrust them in and out until I achieved orgasm. And so I lived comfortably with the denial of the knowledge of my true needs, and slipped into my fantasy world when my real needs were not being met. It was at such at time that my life changed forever. I was leaving Friday evening for the weekend to visit my mother in a city 300 miles away. Hans was to have been busy for the weekend, playing golf on Friday afternoon, followed by drinks and dinner with his golf partners. The rest of his weekend would be spent, so he said, catching up on work and chores around the house. I had been fantasizing wildly all day Friday, and was actually quite horny. When I reached the airport, I sat in the lounge sipping a dry martini while waiting for my flight, watching the men in the airport. I would see a good looking man, and first envision him begging me for affection, then roughly taking me when I was indifferent to his needs. I sat drinking, fantasizing, and pressing my thighs together in rhythm, my right foot swinging from my crossed legs. I wondered how each man would plead, and how each would overpower me, through force or coersion? I could feel myself getting wet, and longed to reach down and stroke my cotton panties. Suddenly, a thought dawned on me. Was it me?? Was I so wrapped up in my fantasies that I had, for all intents and purposes, shut Hans out? Was he also having fantasies about women, just as I was having them about men?? Were we both in need of wild and passionate sex, but unable to turn to each other for it? Perhaps it was time to find out. With that in mind, I made a decision. First I went to the desk and cancelled my flight, then called Mother from my cell phone, begging off with apologies, and promises for the next weekend. I would go home; shave, bathe, powder, and perfume myself, and seduce my husband when he got home. Perhaps I would make him beg when I got him all hot and bothered. Perhaps I would have to beg him, then attack him if he refused, matching his indifference with my ardor until he caved in and sprang up. Feeling ever and ever more horny, I drove home, lightly touching myself all the way from the airport. I entered the security door of our apartment, and began planning which negligee I would wear, and how I would greet him when he arrived home. Should I be waiting by the door with a martini and a slinky nightie that showed off my pink nipples? Or perhaps call to him from the bedroom, where I would drape myself seductively on the bed, and ask him to unzip his pants and walk up to the edge of the bed, where I would proceed to suck and lick him to erection. As I let myself in the front door to the apartment, I was surprised that the lights were on, and that I could hear music coming from the living room. Darn, he was already home!! I would just have to improvise!!! I hung my coat on the rack in the foyer and walked down the hallway to the living room. When I got to the end of the hallway, I was shocked. There were two people, a man and a woman, who were complete strangers to me, sitting on my couch having a conversation. At least at first glance, they were complete strangers. The man was quite good looking in a rugged way, dark and swarthy, and dressed quite well and expensively. The tall, slender woman, I realized, was my husband, Hans. Hans, that is, dressed and made up to look exactly like a woman. He wore a black cocktail dress with tinted nylons, a dark brown wig styled modernly, and some of my best jewelry. He really looked like a woman! My first feeling was shock, and then anger. I stopped in my tracks, taking a step back into the hallway to gather my thoughts. What was going on? Why was Hans dressed as a woman? And who was this man?? I peeked again, and added to myself, "this very good looking man". Hans was taking a sip from his glass, and the man said to him (her?), "So why then did you ask me up to your apartment?" He had an accent, Italian or Greek. "You seemed very interested in me when you asked me up here, and very interested when you put on the music and dance with me, and make me my drink. So why now you will not make love to me?" "You're just so handsome," she replied. "I just wanted to get to know you better. What kind of girl do you think I am?" Hans giggled coquettishly. I couldn't believe how much like a woman he looked and sounded! "I hope you're the kind of girl who wants to make passionate love!" he shot back. "Well, here, let me get you another drink, and we'll talk about it," she said. Hans got up and sashayed over to the bar, making the mystery man another stiff drink. I watched as the man watched her, and reached down to adjust the obvious bulge in his pants. When he/she came back to the couch, she sat down right next to the man, almost in his lap, and handed him the drink. She put her hand on the white shirt covering his muscled chest. I watched as she leaned into him and gave him a kiss on the neck, then took his face in her hands and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. I realized that I was no longer thinking about being shocked or angry. Instead, I was getting even more turned on than I had been all day. My panties must be wringing wet, because I could almost feel myself dripping down there. "Jimmy," she said. "If you just relax and behave yourself, I am going to make you a very happy man." With this, she reached over and gave his cock a little stroke and a squeeze. Jimmy turned his head and began kissing her, letting his hands roam over her body. "Now, Jimmy, I said relax and be a good boy! Don't be in such a hurry." With this, Hans twisted away and knelt on the floor in front of him. She reached down and unzipped Jimmy's fly, fishing around in his pants for a moment. Unable to pull him out, she unbuckled his belt and top button, and opened up his pants, finally exposing his large, rock hard cock. As soon as I saw it, I felt weak in the knees. It was long, and smooth, not too big around, but big enough to fill a woman. Not just any woman, big enough to fill me. I was angry at Hans, but I was absolutely squirming by this time, and reached down inside my panties and rubbed the area around my clit. I was soaked and so were my thong panties, so I pulled them down and stepped out of them. I watched as she began to lick up and down Jimmy's big long cock, slurping at the head, sucking it in, then licking all the way back down. She looked up and smiled at Jimmy, then went back to licking and sucking his big cock while Jimmy sat back and relaxed. She licked Jimmy's balls, and took long licks up the underside of his hard shaft. Finally, I couldn't bear it any more. I either had to bring myself to orgasm, at which point I would be discovered, or I had to take some action. I decided on the latter, and walked right into the room. Both Hans and Jimmy were shocked, by the looks on their faces. Hans shrieked, "Oh,no! ", immediately followed by Jimmy's, "Who is this!?". "I'll tell you who I am, I'm her wife!!!" I said and walked towards the couch. Hans jumped up and said, "I can explain, honey!", this time in his real, man's voice. I plopped myself down on the couch next to Jimmy, pulling my dress up to my waist, exposing my bare pussy, and told Hans, "You can explain later, right now, eat me!!" I grabbed him and pulled him down on his knees in front of me, then pulled his face into my crotch. "Eat me!", I repeated! "Eat my pussy, you unfaithful little cunt!" He began tonguing me and licking me, and having been so turned on all day, I immediately began to orgasm. I turned to Jimmy, and in between pants, said, "I'm Cynthia!" and reached for his lovely cock. As my pretty little Hans licked and sucked me, I began to stroke Jimmy's cock up and down. "Stop!" I told Hans. I reached down to my cunt and smeared my hand with my wet juices, then used them to grease up Jimmy's hard cock, making three or four trips from my cunt to his cock until he was well lubricated. "Eat me some more, and use some fingers in me," I barked at Hans. "You've been bad, and you're going to have to make it up to me. Make me cum again, you unfaithful bitch!" Jimmy reached over and began opening my blouse. He tore the buttons as he ripped it open to get at my heaving breasts. I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the sides. Jimmy began lightly pinching my nipples with his thick fingers while I ran my hand up and down his cock, using his pre-cum to keep it lubricated. Hans was now finger-fucking me with two fingers and running his tongue around my clit. I took my other hand and slipped it inside Jimmy's shirt and rubbed it over his muscular chest. That was all I needed to send me over the edge. Another orgasm came crashing down on me, and I thrust my sopping wet cunt against Hans' face as I came a second and third time in rapid succession. When I came back to my senses, I still had Jimmy's cock in my hand. I gave Hans a light push with my foot and he fell back on the carpet in a sitting position. "Stay there and watch this," I said. He certainly didn't seem to be complaining. I leaned down, and brought my lips around Jimmy's cock. I let the tip go in and out of my mouth a few times, dribbling my saliva all over his head. With my right hand, I began to stroke him in long slow strokes, spreading my saliva over the full length of his hard member. I put the bulbous head back in my mouth and began to stroke it with my mouth, and as I did, I stroked his long shaft with my hand. With my hand and my mouth working together, I quickened my pace and soon felt Jimmy's cock begin to pulse in my hand. I stroked faster and pulled my mouth away just as he began shooting his cum in huge white spurts. I pumped him up and down until he stopped shooting, then gave him a firm squeeze. When Jimmy was done coming, Hans immediately came back and began trying to nose his way back into my pussy. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked him. "Get your nose out of there." I was angry at him for being so dishonest with me, and for cheating on me. But I could get even. "But Cyn," he said, "I need to fuck you. God, I'm so turned on from watching you blow Jimmy. Please hon, Please!!" I pushed him away again with my foot. "I'm not interested," I told him. "In fact, go get a wet washcloth and wipe Jimmy off. What kind of hostess are you?" With this, Jimmy laughed. "Yes, Honey, or whatever your name is, get a wet washcloth, and make it nice and warm! Be the good hostess!!". Jimmy looked at me. "He told me his name was Honey, what is it really?" "Hans, I said, but tonight we'll call him Honey". When Honey came back, Jimmy and I were lying on the sofa getting to know each other. Just making small talk, exploring and caressing each others' bodies. I found that he knew all along that Honey was really a man, but it had been so long since he had been with a woman, he was willing to take what he could get. Jimmy was still semi-hard when Honey came in and dutifully wiped him off. "Make sure you get it all, Honey", was all Jimmy said. "Cyn, can I talk to you for a minute?" Honey asked me. "Sure, go ahead. We don't have any secrets from Jimmy, now do we?" "Cyn, I need to make love. I need some attention here! Please!" "What do you have in mind, Honey?" I teased. "A nice blow job, maybe, or how about a good fuck?"" I couldn't believe I was using such language so effortlessly. "Anything, Cyn. Anything. I'm just so worked up. First with Jimmy here, and now watching you both come." Here, Cyn, rub my dick. You know how, you've done it hundreds of times". "Maybe later, Honey." I turned my attention back to Jimmy. "Or maybe not later". It depends on how good a girl you are." Jimmy laughed as I said this. "Maybe later, " he repeated. "But first you must see how a real man makes love to a real woman." I ran my hands over Jimmy's hairy, muscular chest and biceps. His words, and my closeness to his manliness and strength suddenly made me feel giddy again, and I began to hump my mound slowly against his thigh. I looked up and began kissing him, first lightly, then he held me to him and our lips locked in a passionate kiss. I humped harder against his thigh, pressing my wet cunt against his muscular leg, gaining a rhythm that might be going somewhere. Somewhere straight to another orgasm. The kiss seemed to last forever. Then I felt a stroking on my breast. I opened my eyes to see Honey there, stroking my breast and rubbing her hand over Jimmy's tight butt with her other hand. The sensation was lovely as Jimmy moved his leg slightly to give him access to my cunt. He reached down and began running his fingers over the opening to my vagina. I spread my legs to give him better access. God, I wanted him to slip his thick finger into me. He kissed me while Honey fondled my breast, and he rubbed my pussy in a light way that made me ache for penetration. Honey began to lick my breast, lightly sucking on my sensitive nipple while she caressed Jimmy's butt, reaching down now and then to lightly caress his balls and dick. Suddenly Jimmy broke the kiss, and said sharply to Honey, "Get away! Go sit in the chair! I'm going to give your wife a good fucking now, and you're going to watch!! You teased me. This is what I came here for!" With that, Jimmy almost picked me up, and turned me around. Suddenly I wasn't sure that I wanted to go through with this. It had all been fun up til now, but actually being fucked by someone other than my husband!? I began to have second thoughts. "Jimmy, why don't you let Honey and I pleasure you at the same time," I asked, hoping to get him off the subject of fucking me. "No, I want to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you now". His cock was hard again, and pushed against my leg. "Get on your hands and knees and get a good fucking from a real man," he told me. "Jimmy," I said, "I'm not sure I'm ready for this!" "Get on your hands and knees, now!" he commanded huskily, and I what little resolve I had began to crumble. "No, Jimmy, this isn't right," I cried. I got up on my hands and knees with my rear facing him. "Move your legs further apart!" he answered. "Jimmy, I've never been fucked by anyone but my husband! I just can't!" I spread my knees further apart on the sofa. "Lean back towards me!" Jimmy ordered. I leaned back and put my rear in the air, exposing my pussy and little anus to him. He moved forward on his knees and began rubbing my pussy lips with the tip of his penis. "Please stop, Jimmy! Don't fuck me, Jimmy. Please don't fuck me!!!" I began to push back against his cock, trying to get him to enter me. "Now I'm going to give you what you need, Cynthia." Jimmy pushed his cock just a little bit in me and I gasped. "Now I'm going to give you a good hard fucking!" "No, Jimmy, No!" I stuck my butt a little higher and with my legs spread and my pussy exposed, I reached back and grabbed Jimmy's cock. "OK, then," I said, " OK, then, give it to me. Fuck me from behind!! Fuck me Jimmy." With that, Jimmy slammed his cock into me up to the hilt. I immediately started coming, whimpering and thrusting backwards to meet each of his long hard strokes. I wanted it harder. I wanted it faster. "Faster, Jimmy! Fuck me faster!" I felt wild, I felt released. I was so wet. Jimmy hammered his cock in and out of me. In and out he slid it. In and out. I told Honey to come over and lick my clit while Jimmy fucked me. Honey slid under me on the couch until she was in a 59 position with her laying on her back. She began to lick my clit and tongue Jimmy's cock as he thrust it in and out of me. I kept pushing back against Jimmy's cock, wanting him to go deeper as Honey licked my clit and sent me higher and higher into paradise. I looked down at Honey's huge bulge underneath her dress, and I reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up until I could see her long hard cock sticking out of my best pair of satin panties. I lowered my head and began to lick Honey's cock while Jimmy continued to drive me crazy, slamming it in and out, in and out. I couldn't believe it; two hours before life had been normal, and here I was getting fucked from behind by a strong, handsome stranger while my husband dressed as a woman sucked on my clit, while I licked his cock through lacy, satin panties. I came again. Jimmy was driving me crazy with his long strokes. He began to tickle my anus with his finger, lightly tracing circles around that forbidden place. It made me afraid of what he might be thinking, but it made me hotter. It felt so fucking good. I bucked and pushed back against him with every stroke of his cock. I told Honey to stop and get back to her chair, and I reached up past my tummy and began to stroke my clit. Then I stroked Jimmy as he pulled his cock out to the hilt, and then rammed it back home. I would stroke him, then rub my clit. Stroke him and rub my clit. Feel him tickling my tight puckhole. Push back, stroke my clit, push back, stroke my clit. It was incredible. The best sex I had ever had. I had known only brief moments of ecstasy, but nothing like this ecstasy that went on and on and on with every thrust of his hard cock into my creaming, wanting hole as his pelvis slapped against my butt. Jimmy pulled out and flipped me over onto my back. I spread my legs, and supporting himself on his hands in a push-up position, he entered me again. Again, in and out, in and out. Long, slow strokes. Then ramming speed, pistoning me with his pleasure-giving, lovely, hard, thrusting, churning, ecstasy giving, cock. I begin to come again and I pull up my knees, spreading my legs wider so he can get deeper, and I come some more, and I spread my legs and thrust my feet up into the air as he pumps and pumps me with more and more pleasure. Oh god, I came again. I am just coming now, just coming and coming and then I feel him tense and moan, and I can feel his lovely penis deep within me spurting hot come, spurting and spurting as I begin to come again, and I am lost in his orgasm and my own. I realize that I have been grunting and uttering loud cries of ecstasy, and I hear my voice as if it is someone else's and I have one more small throb of an orgasm as Jimmy slows and slows until he pumps no more, but lies limply atop me. Honey Ch. 1 I had all but forgotten about Honey, and now I saw her sitting in the chair across the room, rubbing the bulge underneath her dress. "Please, Cyn, Pleeeaaase!" she mouthed silently as I looked over at her languidly. I sat up and Jimmy rolled over on his back, his softening cock glistening with our juices. I spread my legs so Honey could get a good look at my vagina with Jimmy's cum dripping out. "O.K., Honey." I said to her. "Crawl over to me on your hands and knees and clean me up." Honey got down from the chair on her hands and knees and came across the room, stopping when her face was between my legs. "Clean Jimmy's cum out of my cunt, Honey." Do it with your tongue". Honey began lapping at my vagina, slurping at the combination of my wet lubrication and Jimmy's creamy cum. "Get it all, Honey. Get every bit of it." I began to squeeze my pussy, trying to push Jimmy's cum out so Honey could lap it up. When she had cleaned me up completely, I pushed her away. "Clean up Jimmy while I get something." As I left the room, I saw Honey licking my juices off Jimmy's soft cock, while Jimmy lay there smiling contentedly. When I came back into the room, Honey was begging Jimmy for sex. Jimmy was laughing and teasing him. I took the slinky negligee that I had retrieved from the bedroom and threw it on the floor next to Honey. "Put that on, and sleep on the couch tonight. Stay out here. Don't come in the bedroom, even if you hear us, which you probably will since we'll be leaving the door open." I turned to Jimmy and took his hand. "Come on, big boy, I want you to keep not fucking me for the rest of the night." I pulled him up and led him towards the bedroom. "I really shouldn't be doing this," I told him as we walked away from Honey. "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to let you fuck me again. I'm really not that kind of girl." But he did fuck me again. And again. And a third time, each time overwhelming me with his manliness. It was a delicious night. And I would let Honey beg me again tomorrow. Honey Ch. 2 I was awakened in the morning by Jimmy's hand rubbing my vagina, his finger dipping slowly in and out of my cream-filled hole. As I gradually emerged into consciousness the events of the prior evening slowly crept into my mind. Coming home unexpectedly to find my husband, Hans, dressed as a woman, entertaining Jimmy with drinks and a blowjob. After the shock wore off, my becoming aroused and having wild sex with Jimmy while forcing Hans, who we renamed Honey, to watch. My hurt and my anger at Hans, and my desire to pay him back and get even with him. Then telling Honey to sleep on the couch in one of my nighties, taking Jimmy to our bedroom and leaving the door open so Honey would have to listen to our passionate lovemaking all night long. I had only had a couple hours of sleep, and was too groggy to think straight, and was about to tell Jimmy that I needed to go back to sleep when I dreamily opened my eyes and spied Honey standing in the doorway to the bedroom, staring at our prone bodies seemingly asleep in his marriage bed. He had such a sorry look on his face that for a moment I felt sorry for what I had done last night. But as Jimmy's finger began to come out of my hole and slowly trace circles around my clit, and as I remembered the hurt that Hans had inflicted on me the night before, I closed my eyes again and groaned at the good feeling. God, I was becoming such a naughty girl! I reached over and found Jimmy's penis with my hand. It was crusty with a dried mixture of his come and my juices, which had drenched him, me, and the bed throughout the night as I came over and over and over. I began to stroke him, feeling his cock come alive in my hand, and was sure that Honey could see the movements under the bedcovers; our hands stroking slowly away on each other as our eyes remained closed. I was becoming very aroused again as Jimmy alternated between running his finger into my cunt and lightly circling around my clit. I let go of Jimmy and turned my back to him so he was spooning me, and pressed my behind into his crotch. He got the message, and positioned himself so the head of his cock was rubbing up and down my pussy. God it felt so good. How could I still be so aroused after four times last night? I pushed back against him and felt the head of his cock just barely enter my hole. He reached around the front of me, hugging me, and cupped my breast in his hand, letting his thumb rub back and forth across my nipple. I pushed back again and he slipped all the way in. God it felt delicious. We began a slow-paced fuck, so different than the night before. I opened my eyes and was looking directly at Honey, who's eyes caught my own. I held her gaze for a moment before letting my eyes roll back into my head with pleasure. Reaching with my right hand, I threw back the covers so that Honey would have to watch us in our horizontal intercourse dance. As I let go the covers, I raised my top knee, spreading my legs, and brought my hand to my clit. As Jimmy fucked me from behind and tweaked my nipple, I rubbed my clitty, which was slick with my running juices. The three sensations together were wonderful on my breast, my clit, and deep inside me, and I could feel a climax coming from far, far away. I opened my eyes and stared at Honey, who looked as though she might begin crying at any moment. I speeded up my finger on my clit and Jimmy pushed his cock deeper into my hole, pushing against my cervix. As I stared at Honey, I climaxed. Jimmy moved his hand down, placing it over mine as I shuddered through my orgasm, pressing my hand firmly against my pubic bone and holding it there. It felt so good and comforting to have his hand there. Honey just watched in dismay. I felt Jimmy's leg tense, and soon felt his cock twitching inside me as he unloosed his final load into me. I had to give the man credit; he was a stud machine. This was his fifth orgasm in the past 10 hours or so, and I could tell that he had pumped another huge load into me as I felt it begin to dribble out onto my thigh. I reached down and took some on my fingers, rubbing my finger tips together, feeling his slick fluid between my fingers as I showed Honey another man's come that had oozed from my cunt. I could see her cock forming a tent underneath her sheer nightie. "Honey," I said. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to make coffee?" Aroused from her trance, Honey looked from my wet hand to my face. "I'm sorry," she answered. "How thoughtless of me. I should have made coffee already." "That's okay, sweetheart." I reassured her. "Why don't you make some coffee while I get cleaned up. I am a complete mess!" I reached back and gave Jimmy's withering cock a squeeze as it popped out of me. "And you, big boy, should probably think about going home to wherever you live. I'll never get anything done this weekend with you here!" Jimmy laughed. "Have a cup of coffee with Honey while I get cleaned up. Don't leave before I come out, though! We have to know how to get in touch with each other!" I looked again at Honey. "That is, if Honey doesn't mind." Honey looked at the carpet. "No," she said. "I don't mind." I got up and went into the master bathroom and turned the shower on hot. ******* ******* ******* When I came out into the living area in my terry robe with my wet hair wrapped in a towel, Jimmy and Honey were sitting at the dining room table, sipping coffee and reading the morning paper. They were a perfect-looking American couple, except for the slight 5 o'clock shadow on Honey's face. Luckily, Hans had a very light growth of facial hair, and it was light in color, so it took almost 24 hours before any growth showed on his face. Jimmy stood up and announced that he really had to be going. He had an important engagement with his son; a trip to the ballpark, and he had to get home to shower and change before picking the boy up at his ex-wife's home. I asked Jimmy if he wanted to get together again, letting my freshly shaved leg emerge from the opening of my robe. With assurances of a future meeting, we exchanged phone numbers and a passionate kiss at the door as he left. That left Honey and I alone. "Honey, why don't you take off the make-up and change into your regular clothes and we'll talk. I'm not sure I can have a normal conversation with you looking like that. And we do need to talk." She went into the bedroom, and I poured myself a cup of coffee. "Where to from here?" I said aloud to myself. What had happened here? How was life going to change? I certainly hadn't been sexually happy before, but I hadn't realized that I could be so slutty and wanton. I liked it, but was afraid of it. And what about my relationship with Hans? Where was that going? I decided to take it a day at a time, and see what happened. Perhaps things would work out, and be different, but okay. Hans, dressed as himself, entered the room and sat down at the table opposite me. "First," he said, "let me apologize for not being honest with you. It's a long story, and I've really wanted to tell you, but I just haven't had the nerve." "Well, I think you'd better tell me now, because I am completely lost here." I looked him in the eye. "What the hell is going on with you?" "Well, I've always enjoyed dressing as a woman. When we were young, my mother used to dress up Hermann and me in girl's clothing. She missed having a daughter so she would buy us cute outfits and dress us both up. I mean outfits, complete with underpanties, shoes, and frilly dresses. She'd do our hair, and have us behave like little ladies for the day. And she always told us that there was nothing wrong with it. We knew we were boys, but this gave her a chance to have the daughters that she never had. I finally told her I wouldn't, couldn't go along with it anymore when I was about 10 years old. But the seed had been planted, and as I got older, I missed my sessions dressed as a girl, and began to fantasize not only about dressing as a woman, but having sex as a woman. Finally, when I was in my early twenties, I began dressing up occasionally around my own apartment and masturbating, making believe that I was being fucked by a man. I don't really think I'm gay, but after thinking about it for a long time, I think I have a need to feel like a woman. It was planted there firmly by my mother from the time I was a baby. The sexual part is just an extension of it." I sipped my coffee and let him go on. "When I met you, I fell so much in love with you that I put all that away. I gave all my dresses, nylons, wigs, and shoes to my brother, who was still dressing up, and really believed that I could now live a normal life like a normal man. And for the first few years, it really worked. Our sex life was great, and I hardly ever thought about dressing up. But the need came back, and the more I thought about it, the more our sex life wasn't fulfilling me. You must have noticed that our sex life has been going downhill for a long time." I interrupted him with "Yes, and it's driven me into a world of fantasy and masturbation." "I understand that," he replied. "And I apologize again. But the vanilla sex that we were having wasn't doing it for me. Maybe it does for most people, but it's just not me. I need something different." He got up and went into the kitchen, pouring himself more coffee. After a few moments, he returned and continued. "So I started dressing up again when you weren't home. I would dress up and do housework around the house. Then I would fantasize that my husband had come home, and I'd make him a drink, and then we would have sex." I interrupted him again with a question. "How would you masturbate while fantasizing about getting fucked by a man?" "I'd lay on my stomach, pull up my dress, pull down my panties, and use a dildo in my ass. While I was fucking myself in the ass with the dildo, I'd rub against the bed and get myself off." Whew, I thought, where was I while all this was going on? Off, lost in my own fantasy world. It was my turn to get up for more coffee. The pot was almost empty, so I started a fresh one. "You have a dildo? I've never even had a dildo!" I had considered getting one, but I had been too embarrassed to go to one of those stores. "Yes I do," he answered. "Along with a harness that I bought in case I ever got up the nerve to tell you about this, and that you cared to go along with it." "What do you mean, go along with it?" I wasn't sure what he meant. "That you would go along with it, and use a strap-on to fuck me in the ass like a woman." Whew, this was going even farther than I thought! "I don't know, Hans, that seems awfully far out to me." "Wasn't what both you and I did with Jimmy last night far out?" he asked. "Yes it was," I answered, feeling guilty. "And it's my turn to apologize to you. I was hurt, and I was angry, but I really shouldn't have gone that far." He mumbled something that I didn't catch. "What did you just say? I didn't hear it." "I said it was okay. That I liked it." "You liked it? You liked being humiliated and watching your wife wantonly fuck another man right in front of you?" I didn't understand it. "Yes," Hans said. "I did like it. I think it's part of the same thing. When you're a man, you have to be in charge and in control. Traditionally, a woman is more submissive, even if our society isn't that way any more. It's that bit of submissiveness that I liked last night when you were doing whatever you wanted with Jimmy, and I had to submit to it and be the understanding wife. Just like my mother did for my father and all his affairs. It really turned me on to see you being fucked by another man." There was silence for a while. At first we were both lost in our thoughts, but the silence dragged on. I looked up to see Hans looking at me, his eyes pleading for understanding. "Okay," I said. "I'll go along with it for a month. You can be Honey whenever we're at home, and I'll treat you like a woman, fuck you like a woman, and you can submit to me. But I have to be able to pursue my own sexual satisfaction as well. We can try it for a month, then we'll see where we go from there." Hans came around the table and got down on his knees next to me, giving me a hug and a kiss. "Thank you, Cyn. Thank you. I agree to it all, and will try hard to be a good wife for the next month. And you can have all the sex you want with anyone you choose. You can fuck as many men as you like. But please, do it here, and I'll promise not to do anything outside our home, either. That way it will still be between us. I think we can make it work, I really do." "Okay," I said. Then with a smile, I told him "Let's get dressed and go shopping. You need some new clothes of your own, and for god's sake, you need to learn to put on makeup!" I went into the bedroom to dress for shopping and only had to stop once to masturbate. What a naughty girl I was becoming! to be continued... Honey Ch. 3 Hans and I spent most of the day shopping for clothes for his new alter-ego, Honey. It was fun being out shopping together, even though I think many of the salespeople knew that we were actually buying the feminine clothes for him, especially when we were looking at shoes. We got Honey quite a few nice outfits, lots of lacy lingerie, hose, shoes, and accessories. Then when we got home around 4:00 p.m., we spent an hour on make-up lessons, slowly transforming Hans back into Honey. During the day I had been with my husband, Hans, and I felt normal about him, in spite of what had happened the night before. But as the transformation to Honey came about, I felt my feelings change toward him. I was still a bit hurt and angry at him for throwing such a big curve into my life, but I also felt my horniness returning, as if his transformation into a pretty woman unleashed the hidden slut in me. As soon as we were done, and Honey was admiring herself in the mirror, I spoke sharply to her. "Honey, I'm going to get undressed. Draw me a bath and bring me a glass of Chardonnay. And I want lots of bubbles." I turned and walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom. As I undressed I heard the water running in the tub. I put on my robe and returned to the bathroom to find a tub full of bubbles and a cold glass of Chardonnay waiting for me. There was also something else on the counter next to the glass of wine. "What is this?" I demanded to know. "Well, it's what I told you about this morning." Honey looked down at the tiled floor. "You know, the dildo and the harness. I thought you said you'd use it on me, and I was hoping you might put it on when you got out of the tub." "I'll do whatever I want when I get out of the tub, and don't you forget it, Honey." I was feeling powerful. "If I want to fuck you, I will. But if I don't feel like it I won't. And right now I don't feel like it." Honey looked at me and in a pleading tone asked,. "Is there anything I can do to help you want to do it to me? To put you in the mood or anything? Cyn, I've been hornier than hell since last night, and I still haven't had any relief" She looked so cute in her short green dress. "Yes, you can make me dinner and change into something pretty and lacy. I just want a salad and some french bread." I stepped into the tub. It was just the temperature I liked: hot! "That might put me in the mood..." I accentuated the 'might'. "But I can't say for sure. You just may have to go into the guest room and fuck yourself in the ass". I laughed at what I had said and the fact that it was literal, not figurative. "We'll see." I could feel her squirm at my indifference, and it sent a thrill through me. "Now get out of here and get busy while I have my bath." I lay back in the tub, luxuriating in the bubbles, sipping my wine. Harness. Dildo. My thoughts are drifting as I close my eyes and relax in the warm water. Harness, dildo, Jimmy fucking me from behind...I let my hand drift up to my breast. Mmmmm. My nipple so sensitive. Just a flick. Just a little squeeze. I can feel it in my pussy when I squeeze my nipple, a direct line. A direct line to my little clitty. My hand drifts to my pussy. Lightly rubbing my cunt. Lightly. Harness, dildo. Jimmy. My body is relaxed, my mind is drifting. My hand is rubbing. Rubbing my clit. Rubbing my little clitty lightly. Mmmmm. I drift. When I awoke, the water was lukewarm, and I wondered how long I'd slept. After so little sleep the night before, I wasn't surprised. I got out and dried myself with a fluffy towel and saw the dildo and harness on the counter. Wondering how it worked, I slipped the flesh colored, realistic dong through the hole in the harness, and began figuring out how the straps worked. Once I had it figured out, I strapped it in place and adjusted the buckles so it fit snugly. I looked in the mirror, and was astonished. There I was, a woman with curves and breasts, and with a big dick sticking out from my crotch. I turned to the side and looked in profile at my firm six incher. Hmm, this was interesting. I put my robe on over my new cock and went to the bedroom. Opening the closet, I took a pair of Hans' Jockey briefs and put them on over my cock. Hmmm. Quite a nice bulge. Grabbing a dress shirt, I slipped it on and buttoned the sleeves on the tightest button. They were a bit long, but cinched at the wrist, worked just fine. After buttoning the front of the shirt, I slipped a pair of Hans' Docker khakis off the hanger and slipped into them. I went to the dresser and rummaged through Hans' drawers, finding a pair of dark socks which I put on before slipping into a pair of his loafers. Hmmm. I could feel my cock moving in my pants as I walked back to the bathroom. I put my still-wet hair into a tight bun behind my head. Looking in the mirror, I saw a "pretty" man. I adjusted my unit in my pants so it stuck straight up, and exited the bathroom for the living area of the apartment. When I got to the dining room, I saw that Honey had laid out a nice salad on the dining room table, with french bread and butter, and another glass of wine. She came out of the kitchen, and I heard a sharp intake of air as she saw me. "Cynthia," she said. "You look wonderful." "Call me Sidney," I said as I sat down. And get rid of this wine and bring me a bourbon." Honey almost ran back into the kitchen as I sat down and attacked my salad. She came back in carrying a bourbon on the rocks, and I noticed for the first time that she had changed into something "more comfortable", as I had ordered her to. She was wearing a sheer red short teddy, trimmed in a red fur. The material was sheer enough for me to see that she was wearing the red matching bra and panty set we had bought for her earlier underneath it. "Come here," I said, and as she approached me I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me. I reached behind her neck and pulled her face down to me and planted a big fat kiss on her. "You're making me horny being dressed like that. Get back in the kitchen while I eat." "OK, Sidney! Just call me if you need anything." Honey retreated back into the kitchen out of my view. I downed my bourbon in one big gulp and smeared butter on my bread. "Honey, bring me another drink!" I bellowed. She rushed in for my glass, and bent over in front of me, pausing just long enough for me to get a look down the top of her teddy. "How's your salad, Sid?" I reached around and gave her a squeeze on the ass. "Get me my drink." When she brought my drink back I pushed my chair away and stood up. "When you're done cleaning up the kitchen I'll be in the living room." I went into the living room and sat on the couch. I reached down and felt the hard prick under my khaki's. I'll give her the fucking of her life, I thought to myself. That's what I'll do. I sat for a while and flicked through a few channels, pausing at the sports channels, while I waited for Honey to finish up in the kitchen. I was getting into my role, and enjoying it. When Honey came out, she walked seductively across the room, and came over to me and plopped herself in my lap. She held her face close to mine, gazing into my eyes. "I love you, Sidney. I'd do anything for you." When she said that, I grabbed her and kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth opened, accepting my tongue, and she lashed back with hers as I kissed her roughly. I pushed her onto her back on the sofa, and climbed on top of her. I pinioned her arms as I again stuck my tongue in her mouth. She kissed me back hard, moaning and bucking her hips beneath me. I let go her arms and reached around behind her and slid my hand up the back side of her thigh. I rubbed her ass through the satiny fabric of her panties, all the while tongue-wrestling with her as if there were no tomorrow, and this was our last chance at lust. I ran my hand inside her panties and up the crack of her ass. She moaned and relaxed her butt muscles enough for me to find her little rosebud with my index finger. I rubbed around it, finally pushing my finger inside. "Oh," she said as I applied pressure, sinking my finger deeper in her. "Oh, god," was her only answer as I began moving my finger in and out, fucking her tight little hole with my index finger. With my other hand, pulled up her teddy, then pushed up her bra, exposing one pink nipple. I began to roughly suck and bite her nipple while I ran my finger in and out of her ass. She was moaning and bucking and I could feel her stiff cock pushing against my thigh. I rolled off her, and sat back on the couch. "Suck my dick, " I told her. "I want to see you suck my dick." She got on her knees in front of the sofa and unzipped my khakis. I raised my butt as she pulled them down, then again when she pulled down my jockey shorts. As my new cock sprang into view, I could see that the briefs were soaked in the crotch and I could smell the scent of my sex in the air. Honey began to rub my cock and kiss the side of it. "Lick it," I told her. She started licking it up and down, and it was almost as if I could feel the sensations. "Suck it, bitch" I commanded her, and she took my cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the head, then burying it deep into the back of her throat. "I'd like to shoot a big load in your mouth and make you swallow it all." I told her. "Suck me and wait for that big load in your mouth." She went to a feverish pitch, rubbing up and down my rubber cock and popping the head in and out of her mouth while she ran her tongue around it. I knew that it would have felt very, very good if it was the real article.. "Do you want me to fuck you, Honey?" I asked her. "Yes." "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" I teased. "Yes, please, fuck me in the ass." "Show me your ass, honey." She stood up, turned around, and pulled her panties down just enough to expose her behind, but not her balls. Well done. Very well done. "You have a nice ass, Honey." I told her, and reached up and began caressing it, running my finger over her little rosebud. "And I'm going to violate it in a couple of minutes. I'm going to fuck you in your ass until you beg me to stop." "We need lubricant." Honey turned her head back to look at me. "We need lubricant. Do you want me to get some?" "Yes, go get some fuck cream for your ass." I gave her a slap on her buttock. "And make it fast." Honey literally ran into the bedroom and returned with a tube of KY. "Put some on my cock, Honey, and rub it on real good." She squeezed a dollop on her hand and began to rub it up and down my cock, coating it with a glistening sheen of lubricant. "Now put some on your ass hole." Again she squeezed a squirt out and began rubbing it up and down her crack, paying special attention to her tight little hole. I pulled her down and pushed her face-down on the couch. Kicking off my trousers, which were down around my ankles, I got up on my knees behind her. "I'm going to fuck your ass now, Honey." And with that, I held my cock in my hand and guided the tip to her tiny anus. I couldn't believe that it would go in, but I started pushing lightly, and I saw the very tip disappear into her ass. Another slight push and the head slipped in. Honey gasped. "Wait just a second," she said. "Let it relax." I hesitated, applying very light pressure, and sure enough, in a moment the rest of my cock slipped in, and I watched as the entire length disappeared up Honey's tight puck hole. "Fuck me now, Sid. Fuck me." Honey began pushing back against me. I held still. "Please, Sid. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard." Still, I didn't move. Honey began moving her hips up and down, trying to start some friction, but I held fast, buried to the hilt. Honey gave a muffled cry, and I wasn't sure if it was pain or frustration, or a mixture of both. Finally, I pulled my cock out to the hilt, then plunged it back in. Then out again, then in. I grabbed the KY and squeezed a big glob of it on Honey's ass just above her hole the next time I pulled it out, and then began pumping it in and out. She was writhing on the couch below me, making unintelligible sounds, and I could feel her sexual tension growing, straining, as she raced towards an orgasm. "Rub your cock on the couch, Honey, while I fuck your ass." That was all she needed. She pushed her face into the cushion, and was almost screaming as her orgasm shook her. Again and again I pounded into her as the orgasm crushed her and pounded her against the rocks as wave after wave swept over her. I had fucked her good. I pulled it out, and stood up. "Stand up, I want to see the couch," I told her. She stood, and there was a big, wet stain on the couch where she had unleashed her juices. "You'd better get busy cleaning that up," I told her as I walked towards the bedroom. "Clean that up, then dust and do the laundry while l'm out. I'm going to change and go find somebody to fuck me. Do you think you're the only one who needs to get fucked around here, Honey? Well, you're not. I need to get fucked, too, and you can't do it. You just can't do it. Not the way I like it, anyway." With that I went into the bedroom to change into something sexy. I had never picked up a man in a bar, but I was going to tonight. Oh yes, I was a naughty, naughty, girl. To be continued... Honey Ch. 4 I dressed in a short, tight red dress that hugged all my curves. Without a bra my nipples strained against the fabric, and I almost decided to put one on when I looked in the mirror and saw my two little pebbles poking out from the front of my breasts. But they were very perky, and I had decided to be naughty, and they looked very, very naughty. And, I thought, as long as I'm not wearing a bra, I won't wear undies either. I finished the outfit with red pumps sporting 4 inch heels, a short strand of pearls with matching earrings, then went into the bathroom and brushed out my hair and put on light makeup with bright red lipstick. I walked back into the living room, where Honey was scrubbing away at the wet spot on the couch. "You'd better hope that doesn't leave a stain, Honey." I checked my makeup in the hall mirror. "If it does, you'll be buying me a new couch, and you WON'T be having any more fun like that." "I think it'll come out just fine, Cyn." She stood back and looked at the huge wet spot on the center cushion. "It'll look fine when it dries." She still wore her red teddy, but she had pulled her panties back up and her bra down. "I shouldn't have come on the couch, I'm sorry." "Well, I hope you had your fun. Now its my turn to get fucked," I told her. Somewhere deep inside me there was still a person who couldn't believe I had said what I just said. "I'm going out to find a real man who can fuck me the way I want it. When I get back, I'll introduce you as my maid, so you might want to dress the part. I don't think what you're wearing now will be appropriate." I put on a shawl, wrapping my bare shoulders and the top of my skimpy dress. "In the meantime, I want you to wash all my laundry, and dust the entire apartment. If you run out of things to do, you might make a snack for later on. Good fucking always makes me hungry." I grabbed my keys. "Thank you, Cyndy." Honey walked over and gave me a little peck of a kiss goodbye. "Thank you so much for making me so happy." "Yeah, yeah, whatever," I replied. "I hope you enjoyed it, because I know I'm going to enjoy mine when I find it." And out the door I walked. ************** ************** ************** I chose the bar at the Brighton Hotel as the most likely spot for finding the kind of man I wanted. Being Saturday night, there might not be many business travelers there, but it was a popular hotel for tourists as well, was very upscale, and it was only a few short blocks from the apartment. As I entered the lobby through the huge revolving door I could feel the stares of the few men milling about. I must have made my mark, because it was obvious that I had their full attention. I made sure to put one foot in front of the other as I sashayed through the lobby, giving the swaying motion of my derriere the maximum effect. I entered the huge bar, paneled in deep, dark mahogany and found an open bar stool at the high, turn-of-the-century, dark wooden bar. Sitting down, I wished I had a cigarette. Not because I wanted to smoke one, but for the dramatic effect of holding it until some gallant gentleman offered to light it for me. I ordered a gimlet, straight up from the elderly bartender. When he delivered it, I put a twenty dollar bill on the bar and he brought me back my change. I picked up my drink for the first sip and began to look around. Lots of single men. This is good. As I was surreptitiously checking out the men in the bar, I heard a voice right next to me. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" the voice said. I turned to my left, and sitting next to me was a very nice looking man, probably in his late thirties. He wore a dress shirt and tie, which was loosened at his collar. He was tanned, with sun-bleached hair, and looked very outdoorsy. But his best and most impressive feature was his smile, which not only turned up the corners of his mouth, but reflected in his eyes as well. His eyes were smiling at me. Even more remarkable were his teeth; white, straight, and almost gleaming. "That's a pretty corny line," was my witty reply. "Well, I desperately wanted to start a conversation with you, and it was all I could think of. Guess I'm not very slick, am I." Again the killer smile. "Not yet, anyway," was my come-on line. He smiled again. I think we had an understanding. The conversation just kind of took off from there. His name was Collin; he had broken up with his girl friend a few weeks before, and had finally decided to get out and enjoy an evening on his own. He said he didn't want to hit the singles scene, and thought the Brighton would be a nice safe place to enjoy a couple of drinks and relax. "I certainly didn't expect to meet anyone like you here," he said, and then caught himself and blushed. "I mean a woman out on her own, who you wouldn't expect to be out on her own, er, I mean a woman that...well, you know what I mean!" He looked at the mahogany bar top. "No, what do you mean?" I took a sip of my drink, and smiled at him. "Well, I guess I mean I'm sitting here minding my own business, and this incredibly well-dressed, beautiful, classy woman sits down next to me and, excuse me, but starts flirting heavily with me." "Yes, I am." I started lightly rubbing up and down his calf with my foot. "I'd like another drink." "Sure," he said and called the bartender over and ordered a bourbon seven for himself and another gimlet for me. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as the bartender mixed our drinks. When he returned with them, Collin paid for them both. "Thank you," I said and held up my glass for a toast. "To us," he said and we drank. When we had finished our toast, I took the plunge. "Collin, I live only a few blocks from here, walking distance really. My husband is, uh, away and I have a very understanding maid who is also like a personal assistant to me. She's the only one home right now, how would you like to come over for some fun and games?" He picked up his drink and gulped the last of it. "Let's go," he said when he had finished. "Whoa, boy! Let me finish mine!" I laughed, and I finished my drink on the way to the revolving doors. ********* ********* ********* When we arrived back at the apartment, my hair was already a mess, and my dress was askew. Honey was folding laundry at the dining room table when we entered. She got up and rushed over, taking my shawl and Collin's jacket, hanging them both in the hall closet. Honey, will you make us a couple of drinks? I'll have a vodka gimlet, and Collin will have a bourbon and seven. She nodded her assent, and I could see Collin sizing her up. She was dressed in one of my navy blue skirts and a white lacy blouse, with a white apron over the top of both. She wore my pair of navy blue clogs, which I personally didn't think fit the outfit, but the effect was of a well dressed housekeeper. I pulled Collin over to the couch, and we sat down. Honey must have dried the spot with a my hairdryer, because the wet spot was completely gone, with not a stain to be seen. "Now where were we in the elevator?" I asked coyly. "I think we were kissing passionately and I had just taken your left breast out of your dress," he answered correctly as he moved towards me. "Like this?" I asked and pulled my left breast from my plunging neckline as I shrugged my dress off my shoulder. It felt heavy in my hand, and the nipple was distended. "Yeah, just like that. And by the way, that's a very beautiful breast. I'd like to kiss it, may I?" Again that smile. Just then Honey arrived with our drinks and began placing them in front of us on the coffee table. If Collin wanted to play Mother-May-I?, I could certainly play along with the game. "I don't know, let me ask Honey." To Honey, I said, "Honey do you think I should let Collin kiss my left breast?" "If it pleases you, yes, ma'am," came Honey's reply. I pulled Collin's head towards me and he dove for my breast. He kissed it lightly all around the nipple, then lightly sucked on my nipple while he flicked his tongue back and forth across it. It was driving me mad it felt so good, but I didn't let on. "Will there be anything else, ma'am?" Honey was still standing on the other side of the coffee table with the tray in her hand. "Yes Honey," I said as Collin sucked at my nipple. "Why don't you take our shoes off for us and make us more comfortable." "Certainly, ma'am," was Honey's reply and she pulled the coffee table away from the couch, came around it, got down on her knees, and began to untie Collin's shoes. Just then, Collin began to pull the fabric away from my right breast in order to turn his attention to it. "Just a minute there, Collin. You forgot to ask Honey if you could do that. You have to say 'Honey, may I?' first." Again the killer smile as he realized this might be more fun than he originally thought. Honey was pulling his shoes off his feet after loosening the laces, and he asked her, "Honey, may I kiss Cynthia's right breast?" "Honey says no." came her reply. "Why not, Honey?" I asked. "Honey says he hasn't spent enough time pleasing your left breast." She knew that my left breast was the one that drove me wild, much more sensitive than my right. I was going to like this game, too, I thought to myself. With that, Collin went back to kissing and licking my left breast, and it sent electric shock waves down to my pussy, directly to my clit. I was beginning to have little tiny orgasms as I looked down at Honey pulling off my red pumps. When I'm really turned on, I can have little tiny, throbby orgasms from having my breasts licked and sucked. Honey began to massage my feet. This is heavenly, I thought to myself and sighed. My right breast began craving some attention. "Honey, may I kiss Cynthia's right breast now?" Collin asked as he licked and slurped my left one, which was beginning to get a little sore from so much attention. "Honey says yes!" came Honey's reply, and Collin pulled my dress off my right shoulder and popped my breast from beneath the fabric. I felt another shock wave to my clitty as he began licking and sucking at my right nipple. It may not be quite as sensitive as the left one, but damn, it felt great. Honey was massaging my feet, taking long strokes up my instep, then using her thumbs across where my toes met the top of my foot. Between the nipple-licking and the foot-rubbing, I was in seventh heaven. After a couple more little throbby orgasms, I pushed Collin away. "That felt great, Collin, but my nipples are getting a little sore," I told him. "Honey, why don't you unbutton Collin's shirt so I can see his chest." Honey came over and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it open. I saw his tanned, muscular chest heaving with his excitement. I reached in under my dress and felt my pussy, which was flowing with my juices. Pulling my hand from underneath my dress I held it up. "Honey, clean my fingers," I told her, and she began to lick my fingers clean of my slick cunt-juice. I looked down and saw the huge bulge in Collin's pants, and thought it looked like a big bundle of fun. He sat back on the couch and watched, fascinated, as Honey licked each of my fingers. "Like I said, Honey's kind of my personal assistant." I lay my head back against the armrest and put my feet in Collin's lap, rubbing his big bulge with my foot. Honey began massaging his stocking clad feet. "Honey, may I lick Cynthia's pussy?" Collin asked as he looked hungrily at the hem of my dress, which was riding high up my thighs. "Honey says no," came Honey's reply. "Why not?" he asked. "Because Honey says no," I answered. "If you want to play the game, you have to play by the rules." "Well can I at least touch it? he asked me. "You have to ask Honey," I answered. "Honey, can I touch Cynthia's pussy?" He looked at Honey beseechingly as she rubbed his feet. "Honey says no." I was wondering if I had finally gone too far and Hans was chickening out on the whole thing. "Well what can I do, Honey?" he asked, the frustration becoming obvious in his voice. No reply from Honey. "I think you can only ask yes or no questions," I told him. "Okay," he said. "I get it." He paused, then asked, "Honey, can I see it?" "Honey says yes," came her instant reply, and I knew that she was going to give me what I often fantasized about: she was going to make him beg for me. Honey reached up and pulled the front of my dress up, exposing my neatly trimmed bush. I lifted my butt off the cushion and she pulled up the back as well. I felt awfully exposed, and a bit embarrassed, but we were playing a game, and if he asked, and Honey agreed, I guess I had to go along with it. Collin was almost salivating at the sight, and when I realized that he was so entranced with my pussy it made me feel less embarrassed. I reached down and rubbed my pussy lips and up to my clit, feeling my gooey fluid leaking from my cunt. I coated my fingers with it, and held them out towards Collin. He began to bring his mouth towards them, but I snatched them away. "You forgot to ask Honey." "Honey, may I lick Cynthia's pussy-lube from her fingers?" He never took his eyes off the prize. "Honey says yes," she responded and Collin began running his pearly white teeth over my fingers as he licked each one of them, seeming to relish the taste of my cunny juice. "Honey, may I touch Cynthia's pussy?" Collin was sounding a bit exasperated. "Honey says no!" Honey said, and reached down and began seriously doodling with my clit and my dripping pussy. I was so turned on, I started gasping as she rolled my hard bud in between her fingers. She thrust two fingers in me and I couldn't help but start thrusting my pelvis to meet her fingers each time she buried them in me. I looked at Collin, and his eyes weren't smiling anymore. He was obviously entranced with watching what Honey was doing to my cunt, but he looked distracted as well. "Stop, Honey." I commanded her. I looked at Collin. "Is this too much for you?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows. He could barely speak, but he managed to get something out. "No, it's just...different. I mean, this is all just...I don't know...different." "Does it turn you on?" I asked. "Hell yes!" he answered. I'm hornier than a seven-peckered goat right now, but I can't seem to get anywhere with you, because this weird-looking chick here, Honey, won't let me!" "Well, Collin, if you want to play, you have to play our way. You can go ahead and leave now if you'd like." I knew he wouldn't. I was savoring the effect of my sweet indifference. "I can't leave," Collin responded, and I knew I had him. "Why not?" I queried, already knowing the answer, but relishing the thought of hearing it. "Because you're driving me crazy. You are the most appealing woman I have ever met, and I'll stick around, and play the game, do anything, in the hopes that it might end up with me making love to you." He almost flinched at saying it, knowing he had given up his will to me. "Ok, Collin, sweetie, honey. If you play your cards right, you'll get everything you want, and maybe more." I smiled at Honey. "But there's one thing you should know before you give it up to me. Honey isn't just my maid and my personal assistant, she is my husband, and she is my slave." Collin smiled that killer smile when he heard that. All the pieces must have fit together in his brain. "I thought she looked awfully weird...but hey, he does make a pretty good looking woman for a man!" He laughed, and his teeth sparkled. "Now I get it. Okay. Now I can play the game...now that I know what the rules are." "And it doesn't frighten you?" I asked, surprised that Honey being a man wouldn't send him running." "No," he said. "I've swung that way a couple of times. I can handle it." "Okay then," I told him. "But the rules are that I make the rules, and you follow them. The first rule is that I want you to lick my pussy right now." I was still laying there spread eagled in front of him, my wet cunt exposed and throbbing. "Honey, may I..." he began. "Fuck Honey," I said. "I want you to eat me now!" As he moved towards me, I said to Honey. "Go in the kitchen and make some more drinks." Collin licked up my thigh and began tonguing my outer lips. He'd lick up one side, brush his tongue lightly across my clit, then lick down the other. Then he'd repeat it, teasing me. It felt great, but I was already in a state. "Don't tease me, Slaveboy." I tapped his forehead. "Get busy and fuck me with your tongue." Obviously the Slaveboy reference didn't bother him either, as he moaned and began sticking his hard, long tongue in me, pushing it in as far as it would go, pumping it in and out of me. I was drenching his face as Honey came back in and set fresh the drinks on the table. "Sit down in your chair, Honey." She sat in the same chair she had sat in as she watched Jimmy fuck me from behind the night before. Collin was getting me seriously worked up, and I grabbed both of his ears. "Suck on my clit now, and put a finger in me." God it felt so good, I knew I was headed towards a serious orgasm. Collin was licking and sucking my clit for all he was worth, running one finger in and out of me. "Put two fingers in me," I commanded as I bucked my hips in time to his thrusting fingers. "Put three in now." He did as I told him, and the feeling of his fingers filling up my throbbing, pulsing cunt pushed me over the edge. The orgasm grabbed me, and I shuddered and shook as I clasped his head between my legs, swaying my knees side to side as wave after wave washed over me. Just as I was coming down, he started pumping his fingers again slowly, and I after about a minute, I came again, this time being able to feel my juices release in rush and drench his face. "Oh, god, that was glorious." I patted him on the head. "You're a good little Slaveboy. I think I'm going to like you serving me." Somehow, we had made the complete transition inside an hour from meeting in a bar to him doing my beck and call. What had I been missing all these years?? Honey, meanwhile, got up and went into the bathroom, returning in a moment with a warm, wet washcloth. She wiped my cum from around my pussy, cleaning me off, then with the other side of the cloth cleaned up Slaveboy's face. I guess we had established a pecking order. I felt sexy. I felt powerful. I had a man, and a maid, and I had my man when I needed him. What more could a girl ask for? "Honey, go get changed into your red teddy. Then get my dick, the harness, and the KY, turn down the bed, and wait for us in the bedroom." She finished with her cleaning duties and vanished into the back of the apartment. "Slaveboy...come over here and kiss me." Collin lay down next to me on the sofa, and we began necking. Just like in high school, except it wasn't my parents in the other room, it was my husband. I was enjoying the sensation of just making out. Collin was a good kisser, as I had discovered in the elevator. I could feel his hard-on against my leg, and he began rubbing it against me. "Don't do that, " I whispered to him. "Why not?" he whispered back. "Because I told you not to," I whispered back and blew in his ear. His body went limp, and he stopped giving me his attention. "Trust me," I whispered. "Trust me, and you'll get everything you want. Everything." I paused for a moment, and he didn't respond. "You can still back out," I whispered as I pushed my leg against his hard cock. "No I can't," he whispered back. I raised his head with my hands, and kissed him deeply. Kissed him seriously. I had a momentary, fleeting thought of Jimmy for some strange reason. I broke the kiss, licking his eyelids. "Let's go join Honey in the bedroom," I whispered softly. "I have an idea I want to try out." Honey Ch. 4 He got up slowly and waited for me to stand. "Bring my drink, Slaveboy," I told him, and headed for the bedroom. To be continued... (and please don't forget to vote!)