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The Agreement Ch. 01

By: jpkansas



After almost six years of marriage, still without children to compete for their attention, focus, and energy, Jeff and Karen enjoyed sex with each other frequently and enthusiastically, but they sometimes had a little trouble getting started. Video pornography always did the trick within a very few minutes. Karen knew that Jeff had a collection of porn on DVD, some of which he'd bought and some of which he'd transferred from WMV files he'd downloaded, that he regularly enjoyed when he was alone, and she didn't mind. When she was in the mood, she'd suggest that he bring one out to play on the large flat-screen TV opposite their bed. 

The porn Jeff chose that night was, as usual, girl-on-girl, Jeff's favorite kind. Like most straight men, he found the sight of two attractive, apparently heterosexual women kissing, fondling, licking, and sucking each other endlessly fascinating and almost unbearably arousing. Karen, like many other straight women, also found herself unable to watch two women together without become excited. 

"New one, love?" Karen asked as it began to play. 

"Yeah. It arrived last week. It was made in Britain."

"The girls are very good-looking."

"I hadn't noticed," Jeff said. It was a running joke between them that he never looked at other women.

"It's very well-filmed," Karen said. "Good production values."

"I'm glad you approve."

"It's not quite as explicit as most American ones."

Jeff reached under the covers between Karen's legs and found her clit hardening and her pussy lips wet. "Seems to be doing the job, though."

Karen reciprocated, reaching for Jeff's hard-on. "Yes, it seems to be working just fine, love," she said. 

They turned on their sides, still fondling each other. Jeff gave his wife a deep kiss. "Turn it off?"

"It can keep playing," Karen said as she brought her body into full contact with her husband's.

For the next several minutes, there was no more conversation. The soundtrack of the DVD served as both a background and an echo of the sounds Karen and Jeff themselves were making. 

===

"What is it about sex between two women you find so exciting?" Karen asked as they spooned. Jeff had used the remote control to turn off the TV, where a different pair of women from the first were at it. "After all, as far as I know, there's no porn for women of two guys together."

"That's called gay porn."

"Those women we just watched weren't real lesbians. And I don't want to watch two gay guys go at it. It's not the same."

"It's true. But I don't know why I like it so much. Apparently a lot of guys do, though, because there's so much of it available," James said. "I like watching beautiful naked women being sexual."

"You hardly ever play a DVD of women playing with themselves, though."

"I have a few of those," James said. "I like watching that, too. I like watching you masturbate."

"That's completely different, love. I'm right here. And, anyway, it usually leads to us having sex."

"That's true," Jeff said. "But there's just something special about watching women together."

"You probably imagine yourself joining them," Karen said. "Isn't that every guy's fantasy? You and two girls?"

"Well, when I watch two women, I don't consciously imagine myself with them. But yeah. The idea of me with two women really turns me on."

"I'd consider it, love," she said suggestively.

"You would?" he asked, incredulous. In all the time they'd been together--almost ten years, including the years that they'd lived together before their marriage--he never dared broach the idea, and Karen had never suggested it.

"Yeah." She hesitated before speaking again. "But I have a deal to make with you."

"What's that?" Jeff asked, idly toying with her breast. With the notion of having sex with Karen and another woman, his cock was stirring.

"I've always had the fantasy of having sex with two men at the same time. You and another man."

Jeff swallowed hard. It was not an idea he had ever entertained. He found the notion paradoxically simultaneously repellant and exciting. He thought of himself as devoutly heterosexual. He wasn't at all homophobic--in fact, he considered himself a strong supporter of gay rights--but he had never found himself attracted to another man. He'd never even engaged in the sort of homosexual experimentation early adolescents occasionally try--such as checking out each other's cocks, mutual masturbation, or group jerk-offs. He wasn't even comfortable being naked with other men in places like gym locker rooms or showers. And yet the idea of being with Karen and another man was hardening his cock. 

"It would only be fair, after all, love," Karen said, shifting her bottom so that his penis nestled in the crevice between her buttocks. 

"I suppose..." he said. "But who would the other guy be? It couldn't be anyone you'd been with before we met."

"No," she conceded, "that would be too complicated. It wouldn't be fair. We'd have to pick him carefully. Of course, the same is true for the woman."

"Yes," he said, rocking his hips back and forth so that his cock rubbed gently against her ass. 

"Oh, and there's another part of the deal, love," she said, shifting her bottom and lifting her leg so that his cock was now between her nether lips.

"What's that?" he asked, using his hand to tip his cock up to the mouth of her pussy and sliding in. She was still wet, or was wet again.

"Well, just so you don't chicken out after we go to bed with another woman," she said, pressing down and back so that he was deep inside her, "it has to be us and another guy first. That way you don't get to fulfill your fantasy without me fulfilling mine."

Jeff cupped both of her breasts as he steadily stroked inside her. The complementary fantasies--the two of them with another man and the two of them with another woman--alternated in Jeff's mind. He reached down and found Karen's hand already at her crotch, fingering her clit. "Okay. Deal," he said.

Her fingers moved rapidly under his hand. She moaned and shivered through her second orgasm of the night. He loved when she played with herself. He loved when she came. He buried herself in her and easily reached his own second orgasm.

===

For the next several nights, they discussed exactly how they'd go about finding the right man, and how they'd take him to their bed. The discussion invariably led to them having sex without the need for any video porn to get them started. 

Eventually they settled on their first candidate. He was a guy named Phil who Karen had been friendly with at her previous job and with whom she'd kept in touch. In fact, they'd just had him over for dinner a couple of months earlier. He was single and unattached. Jeff liked him, although until then he'd never considered him--or any other man, of course--as a potential sexual partner. "We'll just invite him over for dinner again," Karen said. 

"And I can still veto it," Jeff said.

"Until we reach the point of no return," Karen said. "That is, if you still want to have a threesome with another girl."

This discussion was, like all the other previous ones on the subject, taking place in bed. Jeff was fully erect. "Yes," he said, entering her ready pussy. 

===

The Friday they had arranged for Phil to come for dinner, they came home from work and immediately got into the shower together. Washing themselves and each other often led to sex, and Karen watched Phil's cock get hard even more rapidly than usual. He reached between her legs.

"Not now, love," Karen said. "Let's save it for later."

===

Dinner with Phil had been pleasant and unhurried, the conversation wide-ranging and entertaining. Phil was intelligent and funny, and he and Jeff had a lot of the same interests and points of view. They'd finished the bottle of Chablis he'd brought. 

"There's a movie on Netflix I thought we all might enjoy," Karen said after they'd quickly finished cleaning up. She and Jeff had discussed this carefully. It was an R-rated movie about a threesome involving a man and two women. She mentioned its title. "Have you seen it?"

"No, but I heard that it was good."

"That's what we heard."

In the living room, the television was directly opposite the couch. Jeff brought in a new bottle of wine and three glasses, which he set on the coffee table. Karen sat down in the center of the couch. She turned on the TV, switched its input source to the Roku, and went to Netflix to find the movie they'd discussed. Jeff opened the bottle and filled the three glasses in a row, sitting down to Karen's right.

Phil sat down opposite the third glass, to Karen's left. The movie began. Karen lifted her glass. "Cheers," she said, clinking glasses first with Phil and then with her husband. 

===

They finished both the movie and the second bottle of wine. Jeff found watching the movie in the present circumstance wildly exciting. He was already engorged.

"Well," Karen said to Phil, using the remote to turn off the TV, "What did you think?"

"I really liked it," he conceded. "Those girls were really hot."

"Have you ever been in a threesome?" Karen asked.

"Never been so lucky," Phil said. "The way things are going, probably never will."

Karen turned to him so that her face was only inches from his. She put a hand on thigh just above his knee. "Never say never," she said, and leaned in to touch her lips to his.

Phil pulled away abruptly and looked past Karen at Jeff. Phil's expression was incredulous. His right eyebrow was raised quizzically. Jeff swallowed hard. It was the point before the point of no return. He saw that Karen had turned to look at him, too. She put her hand on his thigh and squeezed firmly. Shifting his eyes from Karen's to Phil's, he nodded, ambivalently but unambiguously.

Karen turned back to Phil, and she leaned in to kiss him again. This time, Phil didn't hesitate or resist. At she kissed Phil, she moved her hand up Jeff's thigh to his crotch, fondling his hard-on through his pants. Jeff looked over to see that her other hand was between Phil's legs. 

Jeff's head was spinning. His wife was kissing and fondling another man while she was fondling him. It was frightening, and it was also unbearably arousing. 

After a moment, Karen broke the kiss and turned toward Jeff. She leaned in and kissed him, her hands still between the legs of each man. Jeff opened his mouth to Karen's, and he thought about where her tongue had just been. She seemed to taste subtly different.

Karen stood. "Let's go to the bedroom," she said softly.

The two men stood. Taking each man's hand, Karen led them both to the bedroom, where a soft bedside light was already lit. They reached the side of the bed. Stepping out of her shoes, Karen said, "Undress me."

Jeff glanced at Phil, who seemed to be in a state of incredulity. Jeff was sure that his own face looked the same. Phil reached to the hem of Karen's top and pulled it over her head as she raised her hands. 

Jeff unfastened the button at the top of Karen's pants and pulled the zipper down. He looked up to see that Phil had reached around Karen to open the clasp of her bra. As Jeff pulled her pants down to her ankles, Karen shrugged out of her bra, displaying her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were already hard. Phil sighed. Although the room was quite warm, Jeff shivered.

Karen shook her feet free of her pants. Jeff reached up to her panties and pulled them down. They fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and put an arm out to each man, pulling them to her. Jeff felt her bare body pressing against him and also felt Phil against his left side where Phil, too, was in her embrace. It was disconcerting and confusing and unbearably exciting. She kissed her husband deeply. Automatically, he put a hand on her right asscheek. The tips of his fingers met Phil's fingertips on her left cheek. 

She shifted her head and kissed Phil just as deeply. In the dim light, the sight had an unreal, dreamlike quality. 

She took her mouth from Phil's and moved back, sitting down on the bed. "Now you both undress," she said softly but commandingly. 

Facing each other, staring at each other, they deliberately and unhurriedly undressed. Jeff could hear his wife sighing. Soon they were both down to their boxers. Jeff saw that Phil's cock was peeking out. 

Jeff reached to the waist of his underpants, pulled them down to reveal his own aching hard-on, and stepped out of them. As he did, he watched Phil do the same. Jeff was relieved to see that Phil's cock was about the same size as his own, and seemed about as thick. It had a slight leftward curve to it. 

Still sitting on the edge of the bed, Karen leaned forward toward Jeff, reaching out. She took his cock in one hand, his balls in the other, and put her mouth to him. Jeff's own mouth opened in pleasure. He sighed deeply as she sucked him in. He put his hand on the back of her head.

After only a few seconds, she withdrew her mouth and let go of him. She turned her head and reached toward Phil. Jeff stared blankly as his wife did to Phil what she had just done to him. He heard Phil moan.

Jeff felt Karen's hand at the back of his waist again, drawing him closer to her and Phil. His cock brushed against Phil's, making him shiver. The side of his naked body was pressing against Phil's side. 

He felt Karen's hand at the base of his cock, and looked to see that her other hand was on the base of Phil's. She drew them even closer together, so that heads of their cocks pressed against each other. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took in their tips. 

It was incomprehensible. Somehow, that Karen was part of this made it okay to be so intimate with another man. As Karen ran her tongue on their cocks, Jeff felt another arm, Phil's arm, at his waist. Jeff turned his head and saw that Phil's face was only inches from him. Phil was no more than an inch taller than he. 

Karen took her mouth from the men's cocks and drew back, letting go. 

Phil looked awkwardly into Jeff's eyes. "Listen, I've never done anything like this. I'm not gay."

Jeff met Phil's awkward stare. "Me neither. I'm not either."

But being with another man and his wife made what was happening seem different. Somehow, paradoxically, it was still all a straight experience. 

Jeff leaned closer and brought his lips to Phil's. His tongue parted Phil's lips without meeting resistance. Jeff's tongue entered Phil's mouth. It was just like kissing a woman, and it wasn't. But whatever it was, it was dizzyingly exciting.

If Jeff had taken the lead at first, now Phil made the next move. As they kissed, Phil's hand dropped from Jeff's waist to his ass and grabbed a hold of one cheek, drawing Jeff more closely to him. Jeff felt his cock fold up against Phil's pelvis as he felt Phil's hard cock against his own. 

Jeff heard his wife moan deeply. He glanced down to see that her legs were spread wide and that she was playing with herself with two hands, one at her clit and the other with two fingers in her pussy. 

"Jeff," Karen said, "I want to see you suck him."

Jeff didn't know if he was ready for this. He met his wife's eyes. "Our deal," she said quietly, almost whispering. 

"Shouldn't we be using condoms?" Jeff asked.

"I'm clean," Phil assured him. "I haven't been with anyone in over a year."

Jeff was shaking as he dropped to his knees. Phil's cock, so like his own and yet completely unfamiliar, stared at him, its tip like an eyeless face, its mouth already open and wet with clear fluid. His hands shook as he reached to grasp Phil's cock and sac. He opened his mouth and, for the first time in his life, put a penis in his mouth.

Somehow, it was a familiar sensation. He remembered that he occasionally dreamed that he was able to bend down and suck his own cock. In those dreams, he knew exactly what to do, and he knew exactly what to do now, relaxing his jaw to take it all in, running his tongue along its soft underside, pulling his head back so his lips closed over the tip and then sucking it all back in. 

In his right hand, Jeff felt Phil's sac tighten and his balls lift up toward the base of his cock. Jeff used his tongue to press Phil's cock more firmly against the roof of his mouth. He heard Phil groan loudly and felt him spasm again and again. He felt the semen spurt into his mouth, filling it. 

Karen groaned loudly, too. It was the familiar sound of her coming. "Oh, God," she said in her deep orgasmic voice. 

Gently, carefully, Jeff drew back from Phil. His mouth was still filled with Phil's ejaculate. He wasn't sure what to do with it. 

"Kiss me," Karen said, as if in answer. Jeff rose to her and put his lips on hers. Their mouths opened and Jeff let Phil's semen seep into hers. She scoured his mouth with her tongue, cleaning it out, swallowing again and again. 

Jeff felt Phil's hands on his cock and balls, and then Phil's lips on the tip of his penis. Karen was still kissing him, and she dropped her hands to meet Phil's on her husband's cock. Phil's mouth felt as good as Karen's had ever felt. Jeff felt a finger, he assumed Phil's, tickling his asshole. It was all mind-boggling, overwhelming. He moaned into Karen's mouth and felt the most powerful climax he could ever remember, emptying himself into Phil's mouth. He could feel Phil swallowing and again.

Karen took her lips from Jeff's. "Let's get into bed," she said, standing to pull back the bedcovers. 

Karen arranged herself on her back at the center of the bed. Jeff put himself at her left, half his body draped over his. Phil was at her right in a similar position. Jeff licked and sucked her left breast. Phil did the same to her right breast. Jeff's hand met Phil's between her legs. She was as wet as Jeff had ever felt her. She raised her legs so they could fondle her more deeply. 

Jeff's erection had never subsided. It was as if he hadn't just come. His cock rubbed against her hip. 

"Get the lube," Karen said, "and a couple of condoms." She turned her back to Jeff, and he understood just what she had in mind. He fumbled in the drawer of the bedside table and found two packages and the tube of jelly. 

Karen liked it when Jeff played with her asshole, but only very rarely permitted him to enter her anally, which Jeff found an astonishing pleasure. Tonight, it seemed, would be a special occasion in several respects.

Jeff reached over Karen to hand Phil a condom still in its wrapper. He opened the other one and rolled it down onto his aching, throbbing cock. He flicked the tube top open and squirted a generous amount on both his hand and his condomed penis. He put the tube of jelly aside and gave his penis a stroke to distribute the jelly more evenly. He reached between her cheeks with his sticky hand. The fingertip of his middle finger found her asshole, caressed it, and slid in easily. Karen sighed. He added his forefinger. It seemed that her asshole was especially relaxed and open. She raised her left knee and sighed deeply. Through the thin wall of tissue, Jeff felt Phil's penis enter her. He withdrew his fingers and used a hand to rub his cock back and forth between her cheeks. She shifted her hips back toward him slightly, and he found the orifice and pressed in. She squeezed her muscles around him. He felt his cock pressing against Phil's through her flesh with every stroke. Karen was groaning deeply again and again. 

They were a tangle of arms and legs. Jeff felt Phil's hand on his waist, pulling them all more closely together. Jeff reached over, putting his hand between his wife's body and Phil's, cupping her breast. He kissed the back of Karen's neck as he pressed himself into her, his groin against her wonderful bottom. 

Phil's rhythm increased, and Karen's moaning deepened. Phil pulled Jeff even more closely against Karen. Jeff heard Phil groan and felt him spasm inside Karen. Karen shuddered in her own orgasm. Her muscles squeezed rapidly around him. He shuddered and spasmed and came, the pleasure so powerful he almost lost consciousness. 


The Agreement Ch. 01



===

They untangled themselves and disposed of the used condoms and rested for several minutes. Jeff went into the bathroom.

"How are you doing, love?" Karen said softly.

"Fine."

"This isn't freaking you out?"

"Well, it's totally mind-blowing, but I'm okay. I'm more than okay. I've never felt what I've been feeling tonight."

"Good. I love you."

Phil came out of the bathroom, his penis still long but no longer erect. 

"I'm thirsty," Jeff said. "Should I get some water for all of us?"

"That would be great," Karen said. 

Jeff slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen. He wondered how they would all feel--what they would all think--in the morning. He took three glasses from the cabinet and filled them with water from the bottle in the refrigerator. 

When he returned to the bedroom, he was disconcerted to see that Karen was on her back, her knees parted and raised, Phil between her legs, fucking her energetically. Karen met his eyes. "Join us," she said. To his astonishment, his cock was immediately hard again. 

Jeff put the glasses on the nearby bedstand. Hardly able to believe what he was doing, he took another condom out of the drawer, rolled it over his penis, and covered it again with lubricating jelly. 

He positioned himself behind Phil. Karen held each of Phil's buttocks and pulled them part, revealing and opening Phil's anus. Phil stopped moving his hips. Jeff squirted some more lubricant between the Phil's cheeks and rubbed it over the man's anus. Phil made a sound of pleasure. Jeff put in one well-lubricated finger, and then a second, and then withdrew them both and positioned the tip of his cock at Phil's waiting asshole.

Entering Phil was much more difficult than entering Karen's ass had been. It was probably Phil's first time, Jeff thought. As Karen pulled Phil's buttocks as wide as she could and Phil pressed backward, Jeff pressed forward. Phil groaned deeply in what sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain as Jeff entered completely. It was an amazingly tight fit. Phil's rectum gripped Jeff's cock more firmly than Jeff had ever felt.

No one moved for a second or two. 

Phil seemed to relax and began to move inside Karen, slowly and tentatively at first, and then with more and more conviction. Jeff pressed himself against Phil, urging Phil on. It was as if he was fucking both Phil and Karen at the same time. It was as if his penis was twice as long as it really was, or even longer. 

Karen was moaning more deeply than Jeff had ever heard her. Her voice rose to a near scream, and she shuddered powerfully. Phil grunted and reached his orgasm. His sphincter squeezed against Jeff's cock, sending him spinning into his own heady climax. 

===

They were a sweaty heap, each of them breathing hard. "You guys are getting heavy," Karen said. 

Holding the base of the condom, Jeff slowly and carefully withdrew himself from Phil and flipped onto his back to Karen's left side. "You okay?" he asked him.

"Yeah," Phil said, himself withdrawing from Karen and lying down on Karen's right. "But I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow."

"We're all going to be sore," Karen said. 

===

They cleaned themselves up and took long drinks from the glasses of water Jeff had brought. The three of them lay on their backs, side by side, breathing heavily, their hearts all beating hard. 

"Wow," Phil said. "This is hardly what I expected when you invited me for dinner."

"This is our first time doing anything like this," Karen said. 

"Me, too," Phil said, unnecessarily.

===

Jeff was certain that, with three orgasms apiece, he and Phil were done for the night, but apparently Karen had other ideas. After a little while, he felt Karen's hand idly toying with his flaccid penis. He glanced over and saw that her other hand was doing the same to Jeff's. The sight and her gentle touch made his cock stir again. It took longer this time, but he was fully hard again. And so was Phil. 

He reached down and put his hand on Karen's pubis and was not surprised to find Phil's hand there, too. It only made the throbbing of his own cock stronger. His fingers explored her labia and found that her clit was engorged. She raised her knees and let them fall apart, her left thigh against Jeff's right and her right one against Phil's left. Jeff ran his forefinger along her the left side of clit as Phil's forefinger ran along the right side. Jeff felt the familiar aching, hungry fullness of his cock under the gentle but insistent stroking of Karen's fist. 

Karen was breathing heavily and moaning. Jeff saw that Phil had turned on his side to face her. His penis was now pointing at him, and Karen had shifted her grip to accommodate it. Phil's fingers moved down and he seemed to have put a finger or two inside her. Jeff turned to face her, too, and met Phil's eyes. He moved his thumb up to the head of her clitoris. She moaned even more deeply. Jeff knew exactly how she liked her clit to be stroked. She came with a deep shudder. Phil squeezed his eyes closed and groaned, and Jeff watched Phil's cock spit a thin, watery line of semen onto Karen's thigh. It tipped him over the brink, and in the next moment Jeff felt his own orgasm squeezing a few drops of semen out of his penis under Karen's practiced hand. 

===

Jeff had dozed off, his head nestled on Karen's shoulder, his hand on her breast, his cock still in her hand. "Love?" came her voice. 

"What?" he asked, almost giddy with exhaustion. 

"I want to come again," she said.

"I don't think I have anything left," he said. 

"Me neither," Phil said.

"I want more."

"You're incredible," Jeff said.

"I'm a woman. I can have as many orgasms as I want. You don't have to come," she said. "I want your mouth. Your tongue." She tugged on his penis gently but firmly. 

She had not infrequently used her mouth to satisfy him when she herself wasn't in the mood. He positioned himself on his knees between her legs and lowered her mouth to her labia. Using one hand, he spread her lips and put his lips to her clit, already swollen and pulsing. He sucked it into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. He felt her hands toying with his ears. He fell into a well-practiced rhythm of sucking and licking. 

He became aware of a shift of weight on the bed, and then he realized that Phil was kneeling behind him where his buttocks were upraised, his asshole exposed. He felt what only could have been Phil's lubricated finger penetrate him. He had always liked it when Karen played with him that way. Phil's finger felt no different. 

As he sucked and licked Karen, he felt Phil's other hand explore his balls and his cock, which was, to his utter astonishment, stirring yet again. Another lubricated finger entered him, and his cock was almost completely stiff again. The fingers moved in and out, and the other hand circled him and stroked him. With some difficulty, a third finger entered him. He reached down with his free hand and put it around Phil's, following its tempo. It was almost as if he was playing with himself. 

The three fingers withdrew, and Jeff felt what could only have been the head of Phil's cock against his asshole. It felt slick with lubricant. He lifted his mouth from Karen and turned his head. "You wearing a rubber?" 

"Yes."

Jeff lowered his mouth back to his wife. He pressed backward, willing himself to relax, to open himself. He felt the head of Phil's penis enter him. 

Jeff felt stretched beyond possibility, filled incomprehensibly. It hurt and it didn't hurt. Under Phil's hand, Jeff penis felt larger and harder than it had ever felt. Phil timed the stroke of his hand on Jeff's cock to the rhythm of his own cock inside Jeff, and Jeff sucked and licked Karen to the same tempo. It was if the three of them were without boundaries.

Karen gripped Jeff's head between her hands and raised her hips up to his mouth, groaned, came with a shudder that ran the length of her body. Moving a little faster, pressing a little harder, Phil also shuddered and groaned, and Jeff could feel Phil ejaculating into the condom inside him. Jeff felt that familiar sense of orgasmic inevitability, and he rocked his hips more quickly, his cock moving in Phil's hand. The climb was more difficult this time, but he crested and felt his own muscles squeeze spasmodically as his orgasm spurted from him, an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. 

===

They disentangled themselves, cleaned themselves and the bed, used the bathroom, and crawled back into the bed. "Let's get some sleep," Karen said. She turned her head and gave Phil a deep kiss. "Good night." 

"Good night," Phil said. 

Karen turned her head to her husband and kissed him deeply. "I love you," she said. "Good night."

"I love you," Jeff repeated. "Good night."

===

Jeff opened his eyes. It was morning. He was sore everywhere. He felt completely drained. He was exhausted, but he felt oddly full of energy, liberated. He looked over at his wife and it seemed she sensed his gaze, because she opened her eyes. She gave him a tender smile. "Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning."

"Thank you, love," she said. "It was more wonderful than I ever imagined."

===

With Phil still sleeping, Karen and Jeff showered together. Although they kissed and caressed and played with each other as they washed, they didn't try to have sex. They had just finished dressing when Phil stirred in their bed and opened his eyes. He looked from the one to the other. "Wow, we must have had a lot to drink last night. I don't know what came over me. I don't know what to say," he said.

"How about 'Good morning'?" Karen asked.

"Good morning." He kept looking from Karen to Jeff and back again. He looked awkward and embarrassed. 

Karen smiled at him. "Jeff and I will be in the kitchen having breakfast. Go take a shower and get dressed."

When Phil came into the kitchen dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before, he seemed even more uncomfortable than when he had first awoken. He refused breakfast or even a cup of coffee, making the excuse that he had to go home to walk his dog, which had not apparently concerned him the night before. He gave Karen an awkward kiss on the cheek and, incredibly, shook Jeff's hand before dashing out of the apartment.

Karen and Jeff went back to the kitchen and sat down over their coffees.

"Well, he was certainly in a hurry to get out of here." Karen said. "I guess we freaked him out."

"I was a little overwhelmed, too, but I enjoyed myself, too," Jeff admitted.

"I noticed."

"But I don't think it's something I want to do on a regular basis."

"If that's how you feel."

"But I fulfilled my part of the agreement, didn't I?" Jeff asked with a smile.

"More enthusiastically than I'd ever imagined you would," Karen agreed. "Thank you. It was better than my wildest dreams."

"Then we can start planning my half?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, we can."



The Agreement Ch. 02



Jeff had fulfilled his part of his bargain with Karen, his wife of six years: he had participated in a three-way with another man. It had turned out much better than he had feared. In fact, it was the best sex he could ever remember having with his wife--probably the best sex he ever had with anyone in his entire life. He had lost count of how many times he had come that night. And, for reasons he still didn't understand, even though he had done just about everything a man could do with another man, he didn't think of any of what he had done that night as homosexual. He still thought of himself as ardently and exclusively heterosexual. Karen's presence had transformed it all into a new kind of straight sex--had made it all okay. Except for that one encounter, he had never looked at another man in sexual terms, even in the most speculative way. 

Not that he wanted to have another encounter with Karen and another man, even if Karen wanted to try it again. It had freaked the other guy out completely, and Jeff was content with leaving it as a once-in-a-lifetime experience. It was the cost--even if it ended up being freely paid--of what he really wanted: the three-way Karen had offered to have with another woman in exchange. 

Now deciding who to be their partner was proving to be more difficult than Jeff had anticipated. 

"No one you've ever had a relationship with, love," Karen said as they lay spooning together in bed. "Or ever wanted to." All such discussions took place in bed. All such discussions together when they were naked. All such discussion invariably led to sex. 

"Okay," Jeff said, spooning with her, his cock, still soft, in the crack of her bottom.

"No one I've ever caught you looking at," she said. She had frequently seen him admiring another woman, although he always denied it.

"Okay," he said, rocking against her, his cock stiffening.

"No one at your job."

There were several woman at work--some of whom Karen didn't even know about--who, were he unmarried and given the opportunity, Jeff would happily fuck. "Okay," Jeff said, thinking in particular about one data analyst about ten years younger than both Jeff and Karen who usually dressed in tight bottoms and revealing tops. Jeff was fully hard now as he slid his cock between his wife's delicious buttocks.

"No one at my job," Karen said. Jeff had only gone to Karen's office once or twice. There were several young, attractive women there. Perhaps that was why she rarely found reason for him to visit. Jeff visualized Karen's office and remembered her co-workers as he stroked against her. There was a beautiful young redhead with a chest she seemed especially proud of. 

Karen raised her leg and Jeff put his cock between her thighs, stroking without entering her. He felt her hot wetness against the top of his cock.

"No one at the gym," she said, making a small guttural sound. They both went to the same health club a few blocks from their apartment. There were so many hot women there, usually wearing very little where the men could see them and dressing or undressing in the locker room where Karen and other women could see them. Jeff and Karen almost always followed their visits with frantic but satisfying sex as soon as they got home. 

"Okay," Jeff said, as he shifted his angle and entered her easily. She was completely ready for him. He reached down and found her hand already between her labia stroking her clit. He helped her.

"No one family member, no matter how distant," Karen said. Jeff had met one of Karen's unmarried second or third cousins a few times at weddings and other social functions. She looked like Karen but was about five years younger. Karen would watch him tolerantly as he flirted with her.

"Okay," Jeff said, shifting his position so that she was lying on her stomach and he was on top of her, entering her from the rear. Withdrawing from her, he parted her legs, sat up on his shins, and used both hands to pull her hips up so that she was on her shoulders and her knees. 

Her hand was still busy between her legs. He kept his left hand on her hip and put his right hand on her right buttock. He smoothly slid back into her, more deeply from this position. 

She moaned softly. "No one who's actually looking for a threesome," Karen choked out. "We're not answering any ads."

"Okay," Jeff said, teasing her sweet little asshole with his thumb. Her moaning grew deeper. He rocked his hips to draw himself almost entirely out of her and then drive himself home again and again. There was no more conversation until they both came.

"Whew," Jeff said as he threw himself on his back beside her. Karen had collapsed onto her stomach, turning her head to look at him. "We're not just going to pick up a stranger in a bar, are we?" They rarely went to bars and, when they did, virtually never talked to strangers. 

"No," Karen said. Her face had the postorgasmic glow that, whenever he saw it, made Jeff fall in love with her all over again. She smiled softly at him. 

"Who's left, then?" he asked. "How are we going to find anyone?"

"I don't know, love," Karen said. We'll know the right girl when we find her."

"So we just have to wait?" 

"Poor thing," she said, reaching over and playing with his cock, softening but still wet with her juices. "Until then, you'll just have to have sex with your wife," she said, flopping his cock back and forth until it got hard again. She swung one leg over his body, lifted herself onto her knees, and used both hands to guide him into herself. 

===

After that, whenever they found themselves with an appealing young woman, Jeff would look at his wife and raise one eyebrow. Karen would squint at him and give her head a small shake, and Jeff would lower his eyebrow and shrug disappointedly. The attractive neighbor down the hall? No. The freckle-faced receptionist at their doctor's office? No. The good-looking waitress at their favorite restaurant down the block? No. The cute little check-out girl at the supermarket? No. Their friendly, playful dental hygienist? No. 

After months of Karen rejecting every candidate he suggested, Jeff despaired that they would never find a woman Karen found acceptable even to consider, much less someone they'd actually take to bed. Then, one night in bed, Karen made an announcement. "I got a text from my old college roommate Deirdre. She's broken up with her boyfriend and she's coming into town to interview for a job. I texted her back she could stay here."

It was as if Karen had put her mouth on Jeff's cock. He was immediately hard. "Your college roommate?" was all he could say. 

"Yeah. Deirdre. You've met her. She visited the year after we graduated. And then she came to our wedding. She was one of my bridesmaids. She would have been my maid of honor, but I had to let my sister."

He remembered. She was of Irish heritage, had straight, reddish-brown hair, green eyes, an oval face. She was small and attractive. When she'd visited, she had slept on the living room couch. Jeff had thought she was cute, but at that stage in his relationship with Karen he was too much in love with his wife even to even imagine the possibility of having sex with another woman. 

"Dee," he said. 

"She doesn't like to be called that anymore, love. She's Deirdre now."

"I'll try to remember that," Jeff said. He paused and swallowed. "Would she be a candidate?" he asked. 

Karen pressed herself against him. "Maybe," she said, wiggling her bottom against his side. He turned so that she could feel his hardness. She wriggled against it. "We'll see how it goes."

"When you were roommates," he said, sliding up and down against her, "did you ever...?"

"Not really," she said, shifting her pelvis back and forth.

"Not really isn't no. What does 'not really' mean?" he asked, lifting her thigh. 

"Well, we watched some porn together a few times," Karen said. 

"And what happened?" Jeff asked, using his hand to position himself at her entrance.

"Well," she said, drawing a breath as he entered her, "not very much. We played with ourselves." She put her hand on herself, as if to demonstrate.

"With each other?" Jeff asked, stroking deeply inside her.

"No, with ourselves. We were in our own beds," she said, sighing, "not together. Under the covers."

"Did you come?" 

"Oh, yes," she said. "Several times. It's much easier when someone is doing the same thing at the same time, making noises and everything. Like the girls on that Australian amateur porn site say it is."

Jeff was imagining it all in his mind's eye. "Anything else?"

"Once, I remember, we kissed."

"What's the big deal?" Jeff asked. "I see you kiss your friends all the time."

"I don't mean like that, like friends. I mean one Saturday night when we didn't have dates we got pretty drunk and we tried to really make out."

This was enough to pitch Jeff over the brink. He came inside Karen, shuddering again and again. Karen clenched on him, moved her fingers a little harder and faster, and brought herself to her own shuddering climax.

"And what happened?" Jeff asked, on his back again. 

"Not too much," Karen said, turning to lie on her back next to him. "We deep-kissed and we felt each other up through the top of the shirts we slept in." Jeff was getting hard again. "But we were too drunk and we just kept laughing, so we stopped and went to bed. Separately." Disappointed, Jeff softened.

"So why'd it be any different this time?"

"I don't know. That's why I said we'll see."

===

Like many people living in Manhattan, Jeff and Karen didn't have a car, so they didn't go to pick Deirdre up at the airport. She called deep into the evening the night her plane landed, and they waited for the taxi to bring her to their door about an hour and a half after her call. When she rang the downstairs bell, they both went down to help her with her luggage.

She looked different from how Jeff remembered her. Her hair was shorter and curlier. She was wearing more make-up. The last time he had seen her, after the wedding and just before Jeff and Karen had gone on their honeymoon, she'd been dressed casually. Now she wore a woman's business suit. She was still very cute and looked younger than her years, which would be Karen and Jeff's age, about thirty. They opened the inner doors and helped her in with her bags. 

Deirdre smiled broadly and hugged and kissed first Karen and then Jeff. He felt her breasts press against his chest and made sure to keep his hips from hers so she wouldn't feel his already growing excitement. They all traded the usual remarks about great it was to see each other, how the trip was, and other pleasantries. 

Up in their apartment, Jeff helped Deirdre take off her coat and hung it up on the coat tree next to the front door. Deirdre's breasts were fuller than he'd remembered them.

"I have to pee," Deirdre said.

"You remember where the bathroom is, don't you?" Jeff asked, trying unsuccessfully not to imagine her lifting her skirt and lowering her panties and sitting down on the toilet. 

"Down the hall," Karen said, pointing. "First door on the right, opposite the bedroom."

Deirdre followed the directions.

Jeff looked at Karen and raised his eyebrow.

"We'll see," Karen said, looking at Jeff with a slight smile. "Take it easy, love."

They heard the toilet flush and the water run. The bathroom door opened and Deirdre walked out.

"When's the interview?" Karen asked. "How long are you planning to stay? You're welcome for as long as you like, of course," she said, laughing. "Are you hungry? Want a glass of wine?"

Deirdre laughed. "You haven't changed much, Kar. Still more questions anyone can answer. What's today? Saturday? The interview is Monday morning at ten-thirty. I wanted to come in a day early, in case the flight was late or I was jet-lagged. I'm going to take a bus up to Boston Monday afternoon, see my brother. Haven't seen him in six years--right after your wedding. Going to spend a few days with him and then fly back from there."

Jeff realized that they only had that night and the following one if it was going to happen. And the next night she'd probably be too preoccupied with the interview. It was, as they say, now or never.

"And no, I'm not hungry. I brought food with me for the trip, and I ate the plane food, too. But yes, I could use a glass of wine. I only drank water on the plane. Experienced travelers say you should never have alcohol when you fly."

"I didn't know that," Karen said.

"Well, now you do," Deirdre said, laughing. It was as if she had already been drinking. 

"I'll get glasses," Jeff said, and went into the kitchen. 

When he came back with three glasses and an opened bottle of Merlot, Karen and Deirdre were sitting next to each other on the couch, Karen at the left end and Deirdre to her right. "He admitted he'd been sleeping with someone at his office," she was telling Karen. "He begged me to forgive him, and I tried to, but it was like he had broken something that couldn't be fixed."

"That's terrible," Karen said. "You were with him a long time."

Deirdre shrugged and made a half-smile. "Shit happens. I haven't slept with him--or anyone else, for that matter--since he told me. We've been living in separate bedrooms in the same house--actually, I'm still sleeping in the bedroom and he's sleeping in his study--for about seven months while I figure out what I'm going to do with my life. Then I got a call from this recruiter here in New York."

Jeff sat down to Deirdre's right, not too far away and not too close. He set down the glasses and filled each of them. "Here's to new beginnings," he said, lifting his glasses.

The two women lifted their glasses and they all clinked. "New beginnings," the women repeated as they all drank. 

"How are you two doing?" Deirdre asked, looking from Karen to Jeff and back again. "Have you been behaving yourselves?"

"Well, not completely," Karen said. 

Jeff couldn't see the expression on Deirdre's face, but he could hear the shock and surprise in her tone of voice. "What do you mean, Kar?"

"We've been completely faithful to each other--at least I know I have. I don't know about him."

"Yes, you do," Jeff protested. "You know I've been completely faithful to you."

Karen smiled at him. "I'm teasing you, love. And, anyway, you haven't been completely faithful in your mind."

"A man's entitled to his imagination," Jeff said. "Even a cat can look at the Queen."

"So what do you mean, not completely?" Deirdre asked, mystification still in her voice.

"A few months ago we took a man to bed with us."

Jeff still couldn't see Deirdre's face, but she was silent as she took another sip of her wine. 

"Are you serious, Kar?" she asked.

"Yes," Karen replied. 

There was another silence. Jeff felt himself getting hard.

"What was it like?" Deirdre asked, and drained her glass. Jeff promptly refilled it.

"It was fantastic," Karen said. "It was great. It was incredible. It was even better than I'd ever imagined. And I'd imagined a lot."

Deirdre turned to look at Jeff. She studied his face. "What was it like for you?"

He met her lovely green eyes, more serious than he remembered them. "Much better than I'd expected. Of course, I ached everywhere for several days afterwards. It's not something I'm planning to do again, but, actually, it was pretty incredible. And it was great to let Karen have what she wanted."

"Why'd you do it?" she asked, her eyes shifting between her two hosts.

"We'd made an agreement," Karen said. "I knew that Jeff had the fantasy of going to bed with me and another woman--that's pretty much every straight man's fantasy, after all--and I'd said that I'd be willing, but only if we could take a man to bed. I was pretty sure we could handle it. No pun intended."

"But the deal was that we had to be with a man before a woman," Jeff added.

"So he wouldn't get what he wanted and then chicken out of letting me have what I wanted," Karen explained. 

Deirdre was making good progress on her second glass of wine. She shifted her position on the couch as if she suddenly couldn't get comfortable. "Interesting," she said slowly. "And how'd it go with the woman?"

"We haven't found the right woman yet," Karen said.

"Until now," Jeff said without premeditation.

Deirdre made a soft, startled noise, but her body language didn't suggest that she was repulsed by the notion. She put her wine glass down on the coffee table slowly, carefully. The three of them shared an awkward silence. 

"Do you remember us fooling around when we were roommates our senior year?" Karen asked, putting her own glass down.

Deirdre took a long breath. "Of course I do, Kar," she said. "And I admit I sometimes wonder what would have happened if..." She didn't finish the sentence. "But we were kids. I haven't ever fooled around another with woman like that since then. It was a long time ago."

"Eleven years," Karen said. With one hand, she cupped Deirdre's chin and turned her head. Karen leaned in and kissed Deirdre softly on the lips. Jeff held his breath as he waited for what would happen next. Deirdre didn't resist. He couldn't see everything, but it seemed that Karen's tongue had parted Deirdre's lips, and that Deirdre had opened her mouth. He looked down to see Karen's hand on Deirdre's skirt just above her knee. Jeff couldn't remember ever being as hard, or his heart pounding harder.

Karen slowly drew her head back from Deirdre's. "Do you think you might want to try this?" she asked softly. 

"I'm overwhelmed," Deirdre said. "It's hardly what I expected when I asked if I could stay with the two of you. I don't know what to say."

"If I understand what you've told me, you haven't been with a man in over six months."

"That's true, Kar. I haven't. But do you want to share your husband with another woman?"

"Better under my supervision than what happened to you, Deirdre," Karen said. 

It was as if the two of them were having the conversation without Jeff even being there.

"Here's what I'm going to do," Karen said softly. "I'm going to give you bedsheets and a blanket. I'm also going to give you a pair of my pajamas and a towel so you can take a shower. Then Jeff and I are going to shower and go to our bedroom and close the door. And it'll be completely up to you. You can just sleep out here, and we'll never mention this again. Or you can come into our bedroom and we'll all see what happens."

"I still don't know," Deirdre said. "I mean, it's not as if I haven't fantasized about those kinds of situations. But sometimes the fantasies are better than the reality."

"I understand completely," Karen said. Jeff saw that Karen's hand was still on Deirdre's thigh. "I don't want to ruin our friendship. If you say stop, we stop. Any time. No matter what. I promise."

"And you won't have to do anything you don't want to," Jeff said. "I promise, too."

===

Jeff felt awkward as he cleared the wine glasses and the bottle from the living room as Karen took care of what she had said. She gathered up sheets, a pillow, a blanket, a bath towel, and a pair of pajamas that were going to be a bit too big for Deirdre and put them all on the couch, where Deirdre was sitting. 

"Can I get you anything else?" Karen asked casually. As far as Jeff could tell, she felt no awkwardness. "A toothbrush?"

"No, I have all that stuff in my bag," Deirdre said. "Thanks." It was almost as if the conversation had never occurred. Jeff didn't understand how they could be so easy with each other. 

"Okay, then. Jeff and I are going to use the bathroom first and then go to bed. So goodnight...or see you later."

"Yes," Deirdre said, committing to neither. She gave both Karen and Jeff an undecipherable smile. "Thanks for everything."




The Agreement Ch. 02



Neither Sarah nor I spoke of "The Agreement" the next day. However, the following evening Sarah poured us both a glass of red wine and after a few sips said, "So.... Are we going to discuss this anytime soon?" I could tell by the playful enthusiasm in her voice she was definitely interested in talking and quite possibly following through.

"Sure," I said in response. "I have some concerns we should definitely talk about and I want to know what you're thinking, too."

"Well," Sarah began. "Being a registered nurse I'm very aware of all of the health risks involved and we have to make absolutely sure we don't bring anything but memories home with us. That's my biggest concern. What about you?"

"I agree with that, of course. But from a purely practical standpoint, I have a really huge issue I'm not sure we can overcome," I said rather matter of factly.

Sarah looked almost crestfallen as she quietly asked me, "What kind of issue? What could be so important we can't do this? Are you afraid we won't love each other if we follow through?"

"No, not really," I told her. "I mean, that's certainly something we need to discuss because we've both been completely committed to one another and 100% faithful." I turned to look at her as I added, "Right?"

"No! I mean 'yes'. Well, I can only speak for myself but I can assure there's never been anyone else. Ever. You?"

"No, no one, honey. Ever. My concern is a practical one and it involves being able to 'pass' in public. I know this is all new to you. Hell, I don't even understand it all yet by any means. But 'passing' is the word people use to indicate how successful a crossdresser is in public. Can he, can she pull it off without being 'read' or 'clocked' which basically means being discovered."

"But you look stunning in women's clothes, Cal. In fact, I'm still a little bit jealous about you looking better than me," she said playfully. "I was totally blown away when I saw you and I couldn't find a flaw anywhere. And trust me, I notice stuff like that. So what is it that has you so concerned?"

"My voice. I've practiced trying to talk like a woman but well, not seriously because I never thought I'd actually need to talk like a woman. Convincingly so, that is. It's really hard and quite frankly it has me worried I won't be able to pull this off with you and your date. I mean, I'll have to date guys who know not just about me but who you are, too. You, on the other hand, can't ever tell your dates who I am. So unless I can learn to talk like a woman enough to pull this off, I don't see how we ever double date."

"Let me hear you."

"What? Right now? Right here?"

"Yes! Right here, right now. Be a girl for me."

Sarah's tone was playful and encouraging but I still let her know I was a little embarrassed to try this in front of her just out of the blue.

She said, "Let me get this straight. You fantasize about dressing up like a woman and having sex with a man, but you're afraid to talk to me in your best girly voice? Really, Cal? Really?"

"Okay. I'll try. But don't laugh, all right?"

Sarah nodded and I cleared my throat. I began by quietly croaking, "Hi. My name's Callie and I love wearing women's clothes."

Sarah burst out laughing then put her hands over her mouth as she said, "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. I just couldn't help it. It was so unnatural and well, kind of weird."

I was only minimally embarrassed as I told her, "See. I told you I need a lot of work. In fact, I think I need some professional help."

"Not to be mean but I agree. What kind of help? What do you have in mind? What sort of help is even available?"

"I need a voice coach. I've been doing some on-line research and there's a voice coach/therapist in Falls Church who helps men who are transitioning to become women—don't worry, that's not me. I'm not a transsexual, I just...."

"I understand and I never once thought that was the case. So when can you start? Soon I hope," she teased. The wine was affecting her and she was becoming more playful. She was nibbling around my ear and her free hand was beginning to wander. "I'm not sure how much longer I can wait for strange cock," she said as she stroked mine.

"Ummm," I murmured. "Will I be good enough for now?" I queried as I turned to kiss her.

Sarah buried her tongue in my mouth as she managed to whisper, "More than enough—for now."

We undressed each other and I fucked her hard after spending a lot of time on her nipples and eating her pussy which was something she loved as much if not more than sex itself. I loved that she still shaved "down there" and when I came up for air I felt her cum for the first time as I said quietly, "Mmmm. Some guy is gonna be very happy to fuck your sweet, bald pussy, Sarah. Maybe several guys." I brought her to orgasm again a few minutes later with my cock and we lay there for a while just holding one another. Both of us were wondering whether or not this might be the last time we made love in an exclusive relationship and what the future might hold for our marriage.

I called the therapist's office during my lunch break the next day. To my pleasant surprise the receptionist was completely accepting and assured me this was so routine I need not give it a second thought. She also told me that the therapist, Dr. Lisa Turner, had had tremendous success as a voice coach. While counselling transitioning women with issues other than voice was the primary part of her practice, working on voice made up about 20% of her caseload. I set up two sessions for the week—Tuesday and Thursday at 6pm. I called Sarah at the hospital and shared the good news with her.

"Mmmm. That's exciting, Cal! Any idea how many sessions you might need?" she asked.

"Well, the receptionist said it all depends on how 'coachable' the patient is. Some 'get it' right away and others never learn how to do it." Before Sarah could voice her disappointment I let her know that 100% of Dr. Turner's patients show improvement anywhere from a low of 20% to a high of 95%.

"So....Let me ask you this. Would you like to go dressed up as a woman?"

I became instantly hard and checked to make sure no one could see the growing bulge in my khaki-colored Dockers. "I'd love that. Are you sure that'd be okay?"

"I'm very sure. I want you to be as comfortable as possible so you can make as much progress as you can in the shortest amount of time. There are so many good looking men out there just waiting to fuck hot looking women like us," she teased.

"Jesus, Sarah. You're gonna make me cum in my pants again. Enough already. For now, anyway. So see you tonight?"

"Indeed you will...Callie. Bye pretty girl."

I had to think about something else—anything else—and right now. Work. That did it. The new F-18 Super Hornet modifications we'd contracted to complete. That took care of Mr. Woody for the time being.

Unlike our military counterparts, we civilian contractors couldn't be made to work overtime without advance notice and being paid time and a half. I loved my job and was always looking for overtime so when I occasionally asked for time off, no one said anything about it. Active duty military guys could just ask their boss for an hour even a half day off and could get it without taking leave. The down side was having to submit a leave request to get any time off at all. It was a very small downside though, as I had all kinds of time off saved up. I requested to leave at 2:30 both Tuesday and Thursday which was approved without question. I'd need 30 minutes to get home, about 90 minutes to get ready, and an hour in DC traffic to get to the therapist's office.

I got home right at three o'clock on Tuesday and headed straight for the bedroom to undress, shower, and shave. I intentionally didn't shave that morning to make sure I wouldn't cut my face from shaving so closely twice in one day. On days when I dressed up, I had to shave extremely close with a Mach-4 razor with a brand new blade, even with my relatively light beard.

As I walked into the bedroom, I began unbuttoning my shirt when I noticed a large blue box on the bed wrapped with a wide, white ribbon. I tore off my shirt, threw it in the hamper, and picked up the box. I opened the card inside and read, "I hope these are the right size and I hope you like them. They're definitely your style. J Have a wonderful first session, Callie. Love, Sarah."

I lifted off the top of the box and set it aside. I pushed back the white paper that lay on top and saw a beautiful navy blue colored knit dress inside. I picked it up and put it front of me in front of the full-length mirror and admired it. It had spaghetti straps and matching dark blue lace around the top. It fell to about four inches above my knees which was perfect to be both sexy and appropriately modest. I set it carefully on the bed then noticed there was also a matching cardigan inside. I was thrilled my new outfit which I would wear with a pair of 3-inch black strappy heels.

In an hour and a half, I was ready. I slipped into my new dress, stepped into my shoes and ventured a first look in the mirror. No matter how often I saw myself when dressed up, I was still absolutely amazed at the transformation. It made me weak in the knees and hard somewhere a little higher up every time. I'd learned how critical the eyes are and paid careful attention to blending the right shades of shadow, using the right shade of liner, and ensuring the eyebrows were perfect. I was satisfied with my makeup and dress. All I need were the right accessories. I chose a beautiful brushed-nickel necklace and matching earrings as well as an elegant looking silver-colored watch to complete the look. I was ready to go so I picked up my purse and sweater (if felt so amazingly good to be able to say my purse and my sweater) and headed out the door.

I loved the click of my heels on the concrete floor in the garage. I opened the door, sat my things inside, then sat in the seat and remembered to lift my legs together and turn them at the same time the way any woman in a dress or skirt would do. I still found it hard to grab things with long fingernails but I was determined to master that because going without nails was simply unacceptable!

I got the office a few minutes early. As I pushed open the door, I noticed three people in the waiting room. Without staring, I noticed two women and one man who was sitting next to the more attractive female. The other woman was clearly a transsexual and my heart went out to her as she was anything but passable. My first thought was of a lumberjack in women's clothes. I also couldn't help but admire her courage knowing that she knew she didn't pass. I forced my mind to switch subjects and noticed the other woman was much more attractive although most likely a male-to-female (MTF) transsexual. The man sitting next to her was very good looking and I instinctively smiled at him when he made eye contact with me. I was clearly flustered but held myself together as the receptionist said, "Hi! You must be Callie. I love your dress. It's so pretty!"

I thanked her and was immediately aware of why I was there. I sounded like the lumberjack in a dress. Well, not that bad but I needed real help. The receptionist's name was Donna and she said she needed me to fill out several forms and to just have a seat until I was done. I took the clipboard and paperwork and sat down across from the woman and the cute guy.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Alicia. I haven't seen you here before."

"I'm Callie," I said quietly. "This is my first visit. I'm here for voice therapy which is probably rather obvious now that I've said something," I explained.

"Me, too!" Alicia shared. "I've gotten other counseling for HRT which is hormone replacement therapy but today is my tenth voice session. I'm hoping it will be my last. I've worked very hard at it but it's just so difficult."

"You sound very feminine to me," I said knowing that wasn't exactly true. Had I met Alicia elsewhere I might have thought she just had a very deep voice. She was what I would call attractive "enough" and her voice was feminine "enough" to get by. I was sure that she, unlike the other woman, would have no real difficultly living full-time as a female. It was then I heard the other woman respond to her name being called and I cringed when her voice sounded exactly like a male baritone say, "Yes, that's me."

Alicia shared my discomfort and told me, "That's Carrie. She told me she doesn't care if she passes. She just needed her body to match her brain. She waited until she was 48 to transition and she said she was nearly suicidal before she finally said enough is enough. Her wife divorced her, her kids don't want to see her, and yet she says she's never been happier. I can totally relate to the need to make things match up. But for me personally, not passing to that degree just wouldn't work. I really want to become a woman in every way and being accepted as one is very important to me."

I told her I thought she was very pretty and that her voice was coming along quite nicely when she asked me, "Speaking of passing, you look amazing! So are you pre-op or post-op? Let me guess! You're already post-op, right? If not, then you've been on hormones for at least a year now. Am I close?"

I looked down then back up at her and simply said, "Oh, I'm not a transsexual. I'm just a...well, I mean I'm only a crossdresser who just wants to look and sound like a woman as much as possible. I'm not actually transitioning. Is that offensive to you by any chance? I mean, I hope I'm not trivializing something that's obviously so important to you."

Alicia looked at the man next to her then back at me. "Are you serious? I hate you! I've been at this for 18 months and I'd die to look like you! And yes, of course, that's okay. We only get one life and as they say 'we pays our money and we takes our chances', right?"

I was pretty sure she was being sincere (or I at least hoped she was.) "Well, thank you. That's very kind. You should know you look very much like a woman yourself. I hope you know that. Now I'm rambling. I'm sorry. I'm new to all this so I'm not sure if I'm even making any sense."

"Of course you are, Callie. It's just that you look better than any TS I've ever met pre- or post-op and you're just well, 'playing.' Oh, sorry. That didn't sound right. I mean for we TS types, this is who we are 24/7 and we'd give anything to look like you and you're not even taking female hormones. Did I mention I hate you?"

Alicia smiled and said, "Oh, shame on me. I have this tendency to get chatty and I forgot to introduce you to my brother. Callie, this is my baby brother, Michael. We're fraternal twins, but I'm two minutes older and I never let him forget. We've been best friends all of our lives. Even so, I was really afraid my need to transition might harm or even destroy our friendship but he's been my best and often only true friend." Alicia then put a hand near her mouth as though she telling a secret and whispered, "He also told me he thinks you're cute."

I could feel that familiar stirring "down there" and felt myself flush wondering if he knew how good looking I thought he was. All I could manage to say was, "Hi, Michael."

"Hi back," Michael said smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you and I'm going to kill Alicia for telling you that. So much for being supportive being a two-way street. Thanks, Sis!"

I loved the playful banter between them and could tell there was a real connection there. I was fascinated by the whole thing and let them know I had a hundred questions and hoped we might be able to get together at some point just to talk and share our experiences. Alicia chimed in saying, "Oh, I'm sure Michael would like that, Callie. In fact, knowing him as I do, I'm betting he'll give you his number before we leave."

Michael just smiled. "I won't deny that's a distinct possibility, but I'd actually rather have Callie's number. That way I know I'll get to talk to her again. I mean to answer her questions, of course."

"Oh, I'm not sure that's such a good idea," I said softly. "I'm sort of in a relationship and..."

"I understand," Michael said. "That's definitely understandable. He's a very lucky man."

I was caught off guard I found myself speechless just as I heard my name called. As I stood up, I heard Michael say, "Here, Callie. This card has my number and email address. You know, just in case you want to talk sometime. I can probably get Alicia to chaperone if you'd like."

I nervously took his card, thanked him, and wished Alicia all the best as I followed the receptionist to Dr. Turner's office.

The next 45 minutes flew by as I found myself alternating between focusing all of my attention on the techniques I was shown and imagining myself in Michael's arms. Would Sarah approve of him? Did that even matter? Who might she choose? Had she already chosen him? Was she just waiting for me to announce which sexy doctor she would be giving herself to?

As I left, I removed Michael's card from my purse and looked at it carefully. Michael D. Johnson, Attorney at Law. I took note of the firm's name and committed his phone number and email address to memory.

I practiced my voice techniques all the way home and by the time I arrived my vocal chords hurt from trying to "raise them up" over and over again. Dr. Turner told me it would like using a new muscle and that some discomfort would follow. She'd stressed the importance of not ever talking in a falsetto voice. Instead, I had to concentrate on making my own natural voice sound higher and more feminine. I was pleasantly surprised at the progress I'd made and was really looking forward to Thursday's session. And to my next contact with Michael. 



The Agreement Ch. 02



As I walked into the office Monday morning everything felt so surreal. I kept thinking our entire weekend had been a dream, it couldn't have been real, but it was. That's why I found myself rushing to his office so that I was on time for morning inspection. I crossed the threshold of his office at exactly 8:25, I was on time; barely.

"Well, you made it on time, albeit barely, but it's still on time. Close the door."

I turned around and closed his office door which would give us the privacy needed, not that many were around at 8:30. I walked over to the desk, lifted up my dress and bent over so he could see everything.

"Well, you're doing very well so far. No panties as requested and you are wearing a skirt with some wonderful stockings. Nice touch." 

"Thank you Sir."

"Now, as we discussed, your ass will be in training during our working hours. You remember the rules?"

"Yes Sir." I say as I feel the cold lube squirted in my ass, it catches me by surprise so I flinch a little on instinct.

*smack!*

"Don't move again, slut or I will be forced to punish you."

"I'm sorry Sir."

He spreads the cold lube around my ass and I feel his two fingers dip in, I hold back a whimper. I kind of missed the plug when he took it out last night, but my ass did need the break. Before I knew it he was sliding a new plug in my ass. It hurt a little bit because it was larger than I expected, but I was starting to adjust and then I felt him shove it all the way in. I barely held back the gasp, how was I going to function all day with this in?

"Well, that's a lovely sight to see; too bad I can't have you walk around the office naked too. You can stand up now."

I slowly rose and let my skirt drop, then turned to look at my Master. He smiled at me and I could tell we weren't done just yet.

Looking at the clock he said, "We have 30 minutes before the rest of the office starts to get in. Now I want you on your knees and sucking my cock." I obeyed immediately, he was rock hard and I wanted to take care of him. I unbuckled his belt and took his cock out of his boxer briefs and gave it one long lick. He had a magnificent cock and I was happy to be able to suck it. He tasted so delicious as I took his head into my mouth and bobbed up and down his large cock. I looked up to see how he was enjoying it and I saw pleasure on his face and hummed; which elicited a groan.

"That's it, suck my cock like a good little slut. My little slut is going to swallow everything, isn't she?"

I hummed in agreement, which made him start fucking my mouth. I gagged a bit, but he was a large man! He grabbed my face and fucked my mouth harder while I continued to suck and hum. Then, finally I felt the spurts of liquid coming from him and greedily sucked and swallowed everything that came my way. I had never been one who really enjoyed blow jobs, but his cock was so magnificent and tasted too good, I couldn't deny I enjoyed it too.

"Good slut. Now, go to work." I got up off my knees and watched him tuck his cock back into his pants and walked out the door.

***********************

It was around lunchtime when I got a call over the intercom.

"Miss McNeil, will you please come to my office?"

"Yes Sir, I'll be in momentarily."

I got up and adjusted my skirt, this new plug was making things difficult. I was only halfway through the day and I was so turned on! I was at work and wore no panties and had a plug up my ass and my Master was in the next room! I walked the few feet to his office feeling the plug move inside of me as I got wetter and wetter with each step.

"You wanted to see me Sir?"

"Yes Miss McNeil. Step into my office and close the door. I have some necessary changes to make."

I got the hint, it was playtime. I closed the door and he walked over and turned the lock. Things were about to get interesting.

"Do you have any idea how long I have had to stay behind this desk?"

"No Master."

"It's been all morning because you've made my cock rock hard."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're going to remedy it. And not with some little blow job either, that won't satisfy me enough. Unbutton your top, now."

One by one I slid the buttons out of their holes to expose my bra. I had worn a red satin bra with a front clasp and bow. I had large 36DD breasts so my bra was well filled and heaving because I was turned on my breathing had increased.

"Very nice choice my little slut. Now, this will be quick and for my pleasure only. You do not have permission to cum."

I was disappointed, I was horny and I needed to cum. He grabbed me by the wrist and shoved me face first into his window. I felt the cold glass press against my chest as he swiftly entered me from behind. Between being fucked from behind in a standing position and the plug in my ass it would take everything I had not to cum. 

"Mmm, my little slut is so wet. Do you like being fucked against the window? Huh? I bet the man in the office across the way is enjoying the view of you being fucked." He kept pounding, faster and faster. God, I hope he cums soon. I'm having a hard time not cumming, I don't know how much longer I can last.

"I bet he's rock hard now watching me fuck you. And trust me, my little slut, he knows you're being fucked. But you belong to me and while he can certainly enjoy the show. He can't fuck you because, YOU. ARE. MINE!"

I felt the long spurts of hot liquid as he came, and not a moment too soon. I almost let my guard down and came, but before I knew it my skirt was dropped and he wasn't pressing me against the glass anymore.

He grabbed some Kleenex off his desk and said, 

"Clean up, as much as I want people to see my cum dripping down your leg, this isn't the appropriate venue. After you're done, get back to work."



The Agreement Ch. 03



On the ride home from Dr. Turner's office, my mind was swimming with thoughts. I was intent on practicing her voice techniques, but I couldn't get Michael out of my mind. He was so accepting of me as Callie. Had we met when I was Cal, we'd have been competitors as it were. Just two men jostling for position. But as Callie, he was so different. He was like...well, like I am to women I find attractive. He was interested in me as a woman. I found that enthralling. I could not shake the image from mind along with the memory of his smile. No matter what I'd said, he smiled in that "agreeing" sort of way that men do when they want to win a woman's approval. I was so high from the feeling, I didn't notice the two young guys whistling and cat calling at a stoplight until it turned green. I turned, smiled at them, and waved as I drove off which was met by calls of, "Damn you're fine!" and "Call me, baby!"

I decided to tempt fate and not change when I got home. I wanted to stay in role and work on my voice even though I was risking Sarah's wrath. Then again, she encouraged this so maybe she'd be okay with it. Maybe.

Sarah got home just after 8pm and only a short time after my own arrival. I was sitting at the table with a glass of wine when she walked into the large open area that served as kitchen and dining area. "Holy shit, Cal! You need to warn me ahead of time." Her very discerning and discriminating eyes took all of me in before she added, "Jesus you look good like that. Did I tell you I hate you?"

Sarah was teasing but I could tell she was exhausted and not in the mood for surprises. She poured herself a glass and sat down next to me. "How'd it go?" she asked as she took a sip of chardonnay.

"Fantastic!" I said in my new voice.

"Whoa! Hold on right there, girlfriend. Say that again for me."

"It was totally amazing, Sarah!" I gushed using the inflection pattern Lisa had shown me.

"Holy transformation, Batman! That's amazing! After just one lesson you've gone from baritone to alto and while I'm admittedly anxious for you to improve, that's indeed real improvement. Say something else, Callie. Impress me."

"Well," I began. "I met a really nice girl today named Alicia who is a male-to-female, which is abbreviated MTF, transsexual. She was also there for voice therapy."

"Oh, my gosh! That is absolutely amazing! You sound like a woman. No kidding. Keep going. I'm getting wet," Sarah taunted knowing her growing wetness wasn't for me.

"Okay." I debated mentioning Michael for a moment then said, "Well, Alicia's twin brother was with her. He's been her 'rock' throughout her transition and the only really supportive family member she has."

Sarah interrupted and said, "So, is he cute? Is he single? More importantly, is he a possibility?"

I looked down and then back at Sarah directly before saying rather demurely, "Yes, yes, and most definitely yes." I looked for any sign of anger or feeling of betrayal in her eyes but all I saw was genuine enthusiasm.

"This is so exciting! Did he ask for your number? Did he ask you out? Please say he did!"

I was hard again and straining against the padded garment I wore to give me those necessary curves. I was relishing being a woman at home with Sarah almost as much as I had at the office as I answered Sarah the way a girlfriend would. "Okay, he asked for my number but I told him I'd rather have his so he gave me his business card! Here. Look!" I fished the card out of my purse and handed it to her. "Oh, and he is so good looking!"

"Wow. I'm impressed! Attorney at law. Not bad, Miss Callie. That's almost as impressive as my future date," she said with a tilt of her head. "Wanna know who my prospective lover is?"

I felt a mixture of excitement and jealousy that was mostly excitement as I gushed, "Of course I do, Sarah! Who's the lucky guy?"

"Doctor Conley. Who else?" Sarah said. "You know, the young internist I told you about? The one every woman in the hospital is dying to go out with? In fact, I never told you this but he asked me out a month ago. I turned him down and told him I was married. He said he didn't mind as he had no intention of proposing to me. Don't you just love that kind of sense of humor? Oh, and his eyes are to die for cute! And his body. And his...." Sarah was clearly relishing the anticipation. I really was a bit jealous but my own eagerness to go out with Michael won out and then some.

"Okay. I get it," I told her. I feigned being irritated but it the phoniness was obvious. I was now turned on beyond words. "So are you going to let him know you've changed your mind?"

"No," she said flatly. "I don't need to do that. It's too late for that now."

I tried not to look crestfallen as I asked her why it was too late.

Sarah smiled her wicked smile and said, "Because I already did that. Today."

"So what did he say to that?" I asked excitedly.

He said he was glad to hear I'd changed my mind and wanted to know when we could get together. I only said, "Soon. Very soon. I have a good friend I want to double date with if that's okay. He told me that would be just fine and to let him know when a few days in advance. So....when do you think you'll be ready, my dear girl?"

I flashed my own evil smile her way and said remembering to "upspeak" or say the final words with greater emphasis. "Maybe by as early as this weekend. If my voice is that much better after one session, if it's already at least passable then well, maybe we could..."

"Oh, it is definitely at least passable. Trust me," Sarah interjected.

"Then after Thursday's session I would assume I'll be ready to go on our date this weekend. What do you think, Sarah?"

"Well, that obviously depends on whether or how interested Michael really is. There's one way to find out," she teased. "Why don't you give him a call and see? Women can call men so why not let him know you're interested and available?"

I reached for my purse and grabbed my cell phone when I realized it would say "Cal" rather than "Callie."

"Don't let that stop you!" Sarah told me. He knows you're a crossdresser so that can't be an issue. If it was, he'd have been very standoffish with you. Just do it. Call him! Go on. Be a big girl and dial his number."

I bit my lower lip and looked coyly at her. "Mkay. I will," I said as I located his home phone number on his business card.

The phone rang twice and then I heard a "Hello?" on the third ring. I froze momentarily almost forgetting my new voice as I said as femininely as possible, "Michael? Hi. This is Callie. From Dr. Turner's office today with Alicia?"

"Callie! Of course. How could I forget? I'm really glad you called. How are you? Your voice sounds so different. So much more....feminine."

Sarah motioned to me and mouthed the words "speaker phone!" I obliged and hit "speaker" then said, "Thank you, Michael. She really helped. I can't believe how good she is."

"Well, she's obviously got a talented patient. Alicia's still nowhere near where you are after just one session and she's been going to therapy for months. With that voice and your uh, well, let's just say you're a very attractive woman, Callie. You could go anywhere without attraction any suspicion. In fact, you'll undoubtedly attract a lot of something else—male attention."

Sarah was giving me the "get to it" motion with her hands so I said, "Thank you, Michael. That's very kind of you to say. So, well, I was calling because I was wondering if well, if you might want to get together sometime."

"If you mean getting together as on a date, I'd love to, Callie!" he said genuinely. "Are you free this Saturday evening for dinner by any chance?"

I looked at Sarah who was nodding her head up and down so hard I feared she might get whiplash. "Yes. Saturday sounds wonderful. May I ask what do you might have in mind and when so I can make sure to dress appropriately?"

Michael paused momentarily before saying, "There are so many great places in the DC area. Do you have a favorite kind of food?"

"I like pretty much everything. Why don't you decide for us?" I asked, thrilled at the notion that a man was asking me out and making the decisions for me.

"I love Italian if that's alright with you, Callie. I'll pick you up at say 7pm then?" I could see Sarah waving her hands again indicating "no, no!"

"It might be best for me to meet you there instead" I suggested politely. "In fact, I have a very good friend who know about me and who wants to double date with us. Oh, and don't worry. She's a genetic girl and she's very good looking. Would you mind that for a first date?"

"A first date. I like the sound of that, Callie. Sure, a double date will be just fine. To answer your question, it's an upscale restaurant but not formal. A cocktail dress or something equivalent like what you wore today would be perfect. I'll be wearing a jacket but I haven't decided about the tie yet."

Sarah was no nodding ferociously again. "Sounds perfect, Michael. Just give me the address and we'll see you then. My friend's name is Sarah, btw."

"Wonderful. See you—and Sarah—Saturday, Callie. Good night."

"Good night, Michael. See you then. Bye."

Sarah and I stood up and hugged like schoolgirls. "Yes! This is SO great! I just need to call Kevin and see if he's free! Oh God, Callie. We could be getting screwed by other guys in just a few days! Are you as excited about this as I am?"

I assured her I most definitely was as I became aware I couldn't help but notice how it felt to hug another woman and have her real breasts meet my soft, very expensive breast forms. That, and the smell of our perfumes, only added to the intoxication of the whole experience.

As we sipped our wine, all I could think of was meeting Michael on Saturday and the possibility of a first kiss. Actually, I could very much imagine other possible firsts such as...



The Agreement Ch. 04



The rest of the week dragged on and I found myself uninterested in work for the first time ever. The only break I had from the seemingly endless routine was my Thursday session with Dr. Turner and planning for Saturday night.

I asked Sarah if she minded my dressing up again for the voice therapy and she eagerly agreed. In fact, she was having a long rest of the week herself. She'd spoken with Dr. Conley or "Kevin" as she now referred to him and he'd agreed to meet her, as well. Sarah couldn't stop babbling about how good looking he was, how slow the week was going, and how she had to get out and buy something really sexy but not too revealing to wear. Like a dog in a Far Side strip, all I really heard was "sure" to my request to go to therapy en femme as she rambled on about her own issues.

The weather had turned colder and the forecast for Saturday included a daytime high of just 40 degrees. That meant it would be even colder by the time we met our dates. While I was a bit disappointed not to be able to wear something slinky, I was really a sweater girl at heart. I'd always loved them—especially with the ribbed knit look. I'd be happy to wear a pretty skirt and sweater and the weather gave me an excuse to go shopping on Saturday morning. Of course, I had other things to take care of, not the least of which was a full body wax so I'd have to plan carefully. As if I didn't already plan things as meticulously as humanly possible!

I'd put together a modest collection of women's clothes and jewelry since "the deal" and now found myself torn trying to decide what to wear to my therapy session. I finally settled on a very pretty white blouse with a scalloped collar and short black skirt with matching three-inch heels and barely black stockings. I choose a string of white pearls and matching clip-on earrings with a silver watch and large silver cubic zirconia diamond ring to complete the look. It was chilly but not too cold so I also wore a nice-looking black cardigan.

I took one last look in our full-length mirror before heading out to the car and I was pleased as I could be. Once I was fully in drag, the look almost made me dizzy. I'd never experienced anything quite like that feeling in my life and even now it still "does it" for me. I've heard crossdressers are narcissists at heart and didn't know (or care) if that was true. All I knew is seeing myself look like a beautiful woman was the most amazing feeling in life. I couldn't help but think that being treated like one by a handsome man might be even better. The thought made me smile—and swoon with anticipation.

I had another very fruitful session with Lisa who was duly impressed with my rapid progress. She told me I was welcome to come back as often and for as long as I felt I needed her help but she let me know there was precious little more she could offer. I just needed to practice what I'd learned until it became second nature. The one remaining area I'd had trouble with was laughing like a woman without sounding unnatural so we spent the entire time working on that. Both of us ended up genuinely laughing—a lot—at my various attempts to get it right. A little over half way through I hit on a technique that made Lisa say, "Oh! Just like that, Callie. Do that again for me." I did and it worked rather well. Practice did indeed make perfect (or at least good enough!)

Learning to laugh well seems silly, but it's critically important. Women smile a lot and they laugh often. Men do much less of both. It was really important to me to be able to carry on a natural conversation and to be able to react the way any real woman would. I'd spent countless hours since "the deal" working on mannerisms and gestures when I was alone and felt very comfortable with myself. Talking and laughing were the last things I felt had to be conquered for me to present as a woman and pull it off in public. By the time I got home, I'd never felt more confident.

As Saturday finally arrived, I was up early for a five-mile run. Keeping my figure lithe and slim was almost as essential as good makeup and hair. Sure, larger women were everywhere and many were beautiful, but it was just a lot easier for a man to pass as a woman if he were small as it attracted less attention than being say 6'2" and 200lbs. I used to hate being "short" which wasn't really short but maybe an inch below average. Now I was very thankful I wasn't even one inch taller!

After a quick shower I headed out to the mall to try and find just the right outfit and I most definitely had to buy a high-quality coat and some gloves. I arrived at 10am as the doors opened and had almost three hours before my body wax appointment at 1pm. That would take around an hour and get me home by 3 o'clock or so leaving with time for a short nap before starting the long process of transforming into Callie.

I looked around in about a dozen stores and saw so many things I liked I knew I was going to have a hard time settling on just one outfit. I decided to go buy the coat and gloves first. I found the perfect items at Nordstroms and ended up choosing a gorgeous coat in black along with a pair of beautiful matching gloves. The sales clerk was an older woman and she told me how wonderful it was to see a man out shopping for his wife. She never even questioned my trying the coat on as I let her know Sarah was just about my size. I was in and out in 20 minutes and was now faced with a decision.

I'd seen perhaps ten things I liked, five of which I loved, and two I just had to have. My favorite was a stunning long-sleeved cashmere sweater in winter white. It was luxurious and sported a jeweled neckline. Over time, I'd learned to perfect the illusion of breast cleavage using makeup to create shadows that looked exactly like the real thing. This top would be perfect for that. I also chose a knee-length black skirt that was slit up to my thigh on one side and a pair of three-and-a-half-inch black pumps to go with.

On the way out, I stopped at the jewelry counter and bought the most beautiful black onyx necklace, bracelet, and matching earrings I'd ever seen along with a petite silver watch that had a black wristband. Although money wasn't an issue for us I couldn't help but mentally ring up the total cost as I made my way to the car. I'd spent just under a thousand dollars not counting the body wax. Adding that in put the total at just over a grand. "Who cares?" I thought to myself. I'd have spent another thousand if that's what it took to get ready for my first date with Michael. And I most definitely would have.

I was far too jazzed to nap when I got home so I watched some college football to kill time. I found it impossible to concentrate though, as my mind kept running through my checklist of things to do. Being a planner and a linear thinking has its advantages and disadvantages. The upside was I rarely ever missed a detail. The downside was my inability to stop obsessing about missing something. All in all, it worked for me and I accepted it as the way things are. Still, it would have been wonderful to be able to lay down for an hour or two. Maybe next time. Yeah, right.

Michael had made reservations for four at an upscale sushi place in Springfield because it was near the Hilton Hotel which was where "The Blue Parrot" lounge was located. It was one of the nicer places to dance and always featured a live, local band on the weekends. This week's group would be playing a mix of 70's and 80's stuff and all of us were looking forward to both the food and the music and well, the....

I needed to be ready to leave by 7:30 as it would take about half an hour to head south down I-95 and get there on time (we'd settled on an 8 o'clock meeting for dinner as the band started playing at 9pm) or maybe fashionably late. Learning not to be early was something I really had to work on. I knew it was perfectly okay for a woman to run late but as a man, that would make my skin crawl! I was early to everything and people often joked I'd be early for my own funeral! Then again, I wasn't going to look anything like a man tonight so late would be just fine. Maybe.

I had to start getting ready around 4:30 while Sarah could wait until 6 o'clock or so. She'd settled on a very sexy crimson-colored sweater dress she'd bought from Victoria's Secret on-line. It fit her like a glove and had a plunging neckline that was perfect for a long pendant that could hang between her ample breasts. It would be both warm and fashionable and show off her hot body in all the right places. I knew she'd look spectacular for Kevin and I set out to look every bit as good for Michael.

I used one of our other bathrooms so Sarah could have the master. I loved seeing all of my pretty new clothes laid out on the bed waiting for me to slip into them once my hair and makeup were perfect. I showered again and marveled at how smooth my entire was after the waxing. I spent the first half hour just blow drying and styling my hair which I wore with a side part tonight on the left with just a wispy set of bangs falling down over one eye from the middle toward the right side. I spent an inordinate amount of time on my eyes and eyebrows after applying a sheer liquid foundation. Once everything was as perfect as I could get, I applied blush to the apples of my cheeks and blended everything in and set it with loose powder. The last step was adding some false eyelashes to give me that extra length I really didn't need but so desperately wanted.

I was hard as rock when I finished prepping. My hair and face were as perfect as I'd ever gotten them. I thought about masturbating to get rid of my raging hard on but I didn't want to take the edge of off this wonderful feeling of growing anticipation so I forced myself to think about something—anything—else to make things more manageable. Finally, Mr. Happy was ready to be taped down and hidden under my silky black laced panties and CAD-designed padded undergarment. I wore the one in black tonight to match the thigh-high off-black stockings and black skirt and heels while I chose a sheer off-white bra to wear under my beautiful, soft cashmere sweater. I dared not look in the mirror again until I was done for fear I might cum in my panties so I carefully got into my new outfit making very sure I didn't touch my $200 sweater with any makeup—especially as I created the illusion of cleavage. Once I was dressed, I was ready to apply the expensive French nails I'd bought from a salon and glue them in place. I did my own because salons always glued them on so hard it was a bitch getting them off without tearing the nail itself. I knew how much was too much and how much was just enough so this was definitely a do-it-yourself project for me. I left them unpainted but did give them two coats of shiny gloss. I loved seeing the white lines in the tips almost as much as I liked seeing them a dark red. It was a difficult choice but I knew my very full lips would be a luscious, deep red and the nails looked beautiful clear so that was that.

By 7 o'clock, I was ready. I hooked the onyx necklace and bracelet into place and clipped on the dangling black earrings. I slipped on my new watch then took a deep breath as I stood in front of the mirror and opened my eyes. Just as I did, I heard the click of Sarah's heels growing louder. I was breathless as I saw my female image staring back at me and I thought, "God, I want to fuck myself" as Sarah walked in said, "You've got to be kidding me!"

"Sarah! Hi. You look amazing!" I told her as I admired (and envied) her tight-fitting knit dress and matching heels.

"Fuck you," she said with an angry look of bitterness. "I'm about sick of having my husband look better than me. I mean, I've been looking forward to this all week and now this is ruining it for me."

I really didn't know what to say. All I could think of was to say, "But you look freaking amazing, honey." I'd forgotten to use my female voice and Sarah shot back at me.

"Great. Let's hope you don't do that tonight at dinner and blow this whole thing apart." She stormed and said, "We're leaving in 15 minutes."

I made sure I had everything I needed in my small, black clutch as I picked it up along with the new coat and slid it on. I was still excited about tonight, but this outburst had really put a damper on things. I saw Sarah heading for the door and followed her out to the car.

As we both got in and put on our seatbelts Sarah said, "I'm really sorry. That was totally unfair of me. This was mostly my idea and I knew how good you look dressed up. I was just feeling selfish and quite frankly a little jealous. I know that's silly as I have my own date and all. I guess the thought of you stealing the show really pissed me off." She paused for a moment before turning to me and offering, "So again, I'm sorry. Are we okay?"

"We're fine, and thank you," I said remembering to use my feminine voice. "I understand but trust me, you have nothing to worry about. You're gorgeous and if Kevin can't see that, then he's a fool."

"Thank you, Cal. Oh, God. I just did it. I mean 'Callie.' Hey listen. Are you sure you really want to do this? I mean, we're actually going out with two men and the chances are we're going to have sex with them. Will you really be okay with that?"

I now felt much better and smiled as I assured Sarah I not only didn't mind but hoped she got everything she was dreaming of tonight and more. And I knew I was definitely hoping for the same. It hit me that in less than 30 minutes, I would have a handsome man kiss me hello for the first time in my life and I didn't care at all that another man would do the same to my beautiful wife. God I was excited!

"I'll be fine, honey. Absolutely fine. Now let's get going. We have two very good looking men waiting for two very beautiful women!"

Sarah put the car in reverse and as the garage door closed, I closed my eyes and imagined slow dancing with Michael, my arms around his neck, and his hard cock straining through his pants pushing against my body. "Mmmmm," seemed to sum everything up I was both thinking and feeling.



The Agreement Ch. 05



By the time we got to I-95 reality broke into my dream state and I said, "Sarah? What's our cover story?"

"Cover story? What cover story? What are you talking about?"

I turned toward her and said, "How do we know each other? What did you tell Kevin?"

"Oh, God. Fuck! I just told him you were a friend! Put that engineer's brain of yours to work and come up with something believable QUICK! Wait. What did you tell Michael?"

My mind was whirling as I replied, "Same thing. But he knows I'm not a female so I don't think he's the potential problem. He'll likely go along with anything that even sounds plausible. But you have to work with Doctor Kevin. Shit!"

We sat in nervous silence for a while before I suggested, "Okay. How about this? I'm your older sister, Callie. I live in Maryland where I went to college and have lived since. I know enough about your parents to get through any normal conversation and we'll use my real birthday and other details if they come up. I work as an engineering assistant at an aerospace firm in Annapolis. The company name is Arrick Robotics. How's that sound?"

"There's just one problem. We don't look anything alike."

"That's easy," I replied with a laugh. "I was adopted. Mom and Dad didn't think they could have children so they adopted me. Five years later, you came along as their little miracle. We can even tease each other about whom they loved most."

Sarah laughed. "That just might work. Okay. Let's run with that. Just be vague and try and change the subject anytime it gets personal. Men love to talk about themselves so we'll just follow up with 'now tell me about youself' and they'll be all too happy to tell us their stories. All we have to do is hang on their every word and they'll be none the wiser. High five, sis?"

We hit hands over the gear shift then laughed out loud at the preposterous nature of what we were doing. Internally, however, my laughter turned serious when I stopped to really think how this might change our relationship. It was too late now as Sarah turned onto our exit. We were only about five minutes from the restaurant and I had to focus on being Callie. My voice, my walk, my mannerisms. I pulled down the visor and looked into the makeup mirror. As I saw my hair, eyes, and face, I felt that familiar stirring and may have even moaned softly.

"What's that?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, nothing, sis. Everything's fine."

Sarah saw the restaurant first as she turned into the parking lot. It was a well-known place that was very popular. Reservations were hard to get but the food was well worth the trouble. I just realized someone else would be paying for my meal and drinks and the thought brought a smile to my face. The thought of what else might come (cum?) later turned my smile into a wicked grin!

As she put the car in park and turned off the ignition, I caught sight of a man walking our way. I did a double take then said, "Sarah. Oh my God. That's Michael! He was heading inside when he must have seen me as we drove up."

"Okay, Callie. Be cool. He's going to open your door for you so thank him and then play it by ear. We can do this, right?"

"Most definitely. Oh, God. He's here."

I looked up and pretended to be surprised then smiled broadly. Michael opened my door and offered me his hand. As I stood up I thanked him, stepped to the side, and let him close the door.

"Wow! You look absolutely amazing, Callie."

I stood facing him as Sarah's door opened as Michael stared into my eyes. Just as I'd imagined so many times, he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. The car door shut as Michael pulled back from our first kiss as we heard Sarah say, "Hi! You must be Michael! Wow. You really are as cute as Callie said you were!"

Michael took my hand as we walked around the front of the car to meet Sarah. We all stopped and Michael said, "Callie told me her friend was beautiful, but I had no idea just how beautiful."

Sarah held out her gloved hand and said, "Thank you. I'm Sarah, by the way. I'm Callie's younger sister."

"Baby sister," I corrected in a way that indicated a long-standing but friendly rivalry.

"It's nice to meet you, Sarah. Shall we go inside? It's really cold out here tonight. Feels even colder than the weather guy said it would be. Might even snow later on."

I held Michael's hand as he walked us to the door. He opened it for Sarah then indicated I should ahead by placing his hand in the small of my back. "I love being a woman!" I thought to myself. All those little things I'd always done for them were now being done for me! The thought was exhilarating.

The maître d met us and asked for our reservations. Michael gave his last name and let her know it was four a party of four. "Very well," she said. "Your table is ready. Just follow me, please. I believe your fourth person is already waiting for you. He just arrived 2-3 minutes ago."

As we approached the darkly lit table for four, I noticed a very handsome man stand up and smile. That had to be Dr. Conley. My suspicions were confirmed as he held out his arms while saying, "Sarah. It's so good to see you. You look sensational! I love the knit dress. Very nice." Sarah had seen Michael kiss me hello and not to be outdone, she melted into Kevin's arms and met his lips with hers."

"Thank you, Kevin. You look great, too. I don't think I've seen you without your lab coat. You dress up rather nicely," she teased.

The two men then took note of one another as they sat us in our chairs. "Kevin Conley," the doctor said extending his hand to Michael.

"Mike Johnson. Nice to meet you, Kevin."

Kevin looked older than I'd expected. I'd assumed he was maybe 30 but he appeared to be closer to 50. I settled on 47 as a best guess. He was still a very good looking man and the greying around his temples only added to his sophistication and charm. He was wearing a very expensive charcoal grey suit with a blue power tie and a white shirt. Very dapper. Michael was more casually attired wearing a very dressy sweater over a button-down shirt with wool slacks. I was trying to decide who was the better looking of the two when our server caught me by surprise.

"Good evening everyone! My name is Mutsuko and I'll be taking care of you." She was Asian and based on her name, most likely Japanese. Her English was flawless and I couldn't help but notice the "u" in her name wasn't pronounced. Rather, it sounded like "Moot'sko." I knew vowels were sometimes unvoiced in Japanese so that made perfect sense. She was perhaps 25, petite, very cute, and wearing a starched white shirt and black skirt with flats. I thought of the movie Office Space when I noticed the absence of "flair." Just her name tag on one side and the restaurant's logo on the other.

"Welcome. May I take your drink orders?" she asked.

Sarah was first to respond and she told Mutsuko, "I'll have a vodka martini, please."

Kevin ordered an Old Fashioned and Michael asked for a bottle of champagne. We all "ooh'd" and "awed" and thanked him. It was my turn to speak out loud in public for the first time ever and I managed to say, "Champagne sounds perfect for me. Thank you."

As she walked away Kevin said, "So. Sarah. I've met Michael. Who is this beautiful young lady you brought with you?" Kevin smiled at me and I returned his smile then looked down as though I was used to being complimented but careful to always be demure.

"Oh, her?" Sarah said nodding my way. "That's my sister, Callie. My MUCH older sister, by the way."

Everyone laughed politely as I shot back, "I see you're still jealous Mom and Dad chose me." I cut my eyes at her in that playful kind of way as Michael interrupted.

"Chose you? Do explain, Callie. How do parents choose their child?"

Sarah jumped in before I could speak and blurted out, "She's adopted. Oh, yeah. They chose her all right. That's before they realized they could produce something this perfect." Sarah gestured with her hand from the top of head to the bottom of her feet to indicate she meant her from head to toe. The men laughed as I shot back.

"So again. I was chosen while this thing was just an accident--an afterthought. I on the other hand, was planned for!"

The guys roared again as Kevin said, "Okay. Enough of the Family Feud. There's nothing quite like sibling rivalry, is there?"

We all laughed quietly as I added, "For all her faults—and there are many of them—Sarah really is the best sister anyone could ever have. I love her dearly and don't know what I'd do without her."

"Ahh. Callie. I love you too, sis. Back atcha!"

Just then Mutsuko arrived with our drinks which included an ice bucket containing a champagne bottle. She popped the cork then poured a glass for Michael and me and again thanked us as she bowed slightly and walked away.

"To new friends," Michael said raising his glass in the form of a toast.

"To new friends," we all repeated as we each took a sip.

We spent the next 90 or so minutes eating, laughing, and making small talk. Kevin and Michael carried most of the load as they discussed law and medicine. Some good natured jokes were exchanged about trial lawyers and medical malpractice but everyone was having a great time.

After a second glass of champagne and Sarah's second martini, we were both just pleasantly buzzed. She and Kevin were making small talk as I saw them clink glasses, down the last of their drinks and then lean in to kiss one another. It was surreal watching my wife kiss this attractive, older man. It was then I realized Michael was talking to me.

"So, Callie. We can't let them outdo us, can we?" He offered his glass which I touched with mine. A small sip for both of us and then Michael leaned toward me and I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. It wasn't a long kiss but it was full and passionate. I felt the tip of his tongue touch mine and I briefly offered mine in return.

"Mmmm," I purred. "That was nice." I noticed that Sarah was watching and I looked to gauge her reaction.

"Get a room you two!" she said as she tilted her head slightly and smiled.

"That'll be up to Callie but I certainly wouldn't object," Michael said as he brushed the hair back from my face his gaze never leaving my face.

"Mi-chael!" I said in fake protest. "This is our first date. What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"A very, very beautiful one," Michael said as he lifted my chin and kissed me again. This time there was a first kiss which was softer and a bit longer followed by a shorter second one.

"Wow," I purred. "A room doesn't sound like a bad idea."

Kevin and Sarah were also kissing softly as Mutsuko brought our check and sat it in front of Kevin who was closest to her. "Looks like this one's on me," he said as he pulled out his black credit card. Michael protested and offered to cover our meals but Kevin would have no part of it.

"The music's just started at the lounge, ladies," Michael said. "Shall we?"

Michael pulled my chair back as I stood then took my hand as we went to get our coats.

"I take it you'll be riding with Michael?" Sarah whispered quietly."

"Most definitely," I assured her. "See you at the Blue Parrot in a few minutes?"

"Most definitely," she told me repeating my own words. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do on the way over." Sarah smiled that wicked smile as she held Kevin's hand.

"Deal," I told her. I winked to underscore the significance of the word "deal" as she and Kevin went their separate way.

Michael helped me with my coat and as I turned around he put his hands on my arms at should height and said, "Callie. You are so incredibly beautiful. I just want to...."

I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him long and hard. Our tongues swirled and danced as he drew me in closer. He stroked my long, soft hair as he kissed me again. I moaned softly as I felt his cock brush up against me.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be. That felt very nice, Michael."

We kissed again then headed out to his car where kissed again for several minutes. I wanted him right then and there but knew I had to wait. I let my hand brush over his rock hard cock two or three times as his hands cupped by breasts. I was so intoxicated with my femininity I felt like I might pass out. "Swooning" came to mind as I kissed Michael one last time before saying, "We really should go. They'll be wondering if we actually did get a room."

"Would that be so bad?" Michael asked quietly as he kissed my ear.

"No. Not at all. As long as it's later....tonight."

"That's a promise, Callie. Later tonight it is." One last gentle kiss and I sat up, fixed my makeup, and put on my seat belt. Michael slipped the car into drive and we made our way to the Hilton for a night of slow dancing and other firsts.



The Agreement Ch. 06



The Hilton Hotel in Springfield was only a few minutes away. Michael held my hand on the drive over, but the bucket seats prevented me from snuggling up next to him the way I wanted to. As I watched the scenery pass by, I wondered what Sarah might be doing at this very moment. I also wondered what a real girl would do on a first date. Then again, I wasn't a real girl so it was a moot point. I was a guy dressed like a woman who was regaling in being treated like a female and that was all that really mattered to me. Still, I couldn't help but wonder about my wife—a little.

My heart was beating fast and my head was swimming with thoughts. I was suddenly aware of the wonderful smell of my perfume. I wore Ombre Rose and the scent was intoxicating but not overpowering. As I look down, I noticed my waxed legs in off-black nylon stockings which led down to the high heels on my feet. As Michael caressed my hand, I used my long nails to return his affection. My sweater felt so soft and feminine against my body and I adored the way it showed off my breasts. The cashmere's texture was amazing!

I hated that I felt almost compelled to use the makeup mirror again but I wanted to see myself again so badly I was unable to resist. I slid my hand from Michael's and reached for my purse (God how I loved saying that) to get out my lip gloss so I could touch it up. Just the sight of my hair and makeup gave me the most wonderful high I'd ever experienced. I couldn't help but wonder if tonight might take me to even higher high followed tomorrow by an even lower low tomorrow. Or would it? Since this was all uncharted territory, I had no way of knowing. Would I really be okay knowing that Sarah had been fucked by another man—that she was walking around with his cum inside her? I thought of her undressing Kevin, taking his cock into her mouth, then begging him to fuck her pussy. I could see her face and feel her body's delight as Kevin's rock-hard cock entered her pussy drenched in her usual wetness. I wasn't jealous, I just couldn't help but think about that or wonder if she'd look at me differently. Who knew? It might even strengthen our marriage but my logical engineer's mind told me the odds were heavily stacked against us.

My train of thought was broken as we pulled into the parking lot. It was across from a modest looking Comfort Inn which seemed to be nearly empty. Our hotel's lot, in stark contrast, was nearly full. Michael pulled around to the front, parked the car, got out and walked around, and opened my door. After helping me stand, he closed the door, kissed me softly and said, "I'll be right in, okay?" I kissed him back and warned him not to take too long.

When he returned, he opened the door and led me down a long corridor to where he paid our $10-per-head cover charge, then escorted me to the coat-check area. I took off my gloves and unbuttoned my coat which Michael removed and checked for me. I noticed the Ladies' Room and realized I really needed to pee! "Do you mind, honey?" I asked Michael as I nodded toward the door.

"If you keep calling me that, I won't mind anything you do, Callie. Please."

I opened the door and walked inside. Another first. I'd ventured outside in drag before but never gone inside a building let alone used a women's restroom. I forced myself to stay composed and act naturally. I knew there would be no urinals, but what surprised me most was the way women talked! Strangers interacted and some were loud and even, well, rather crude! I smiled as I lifted my skirt and removed everything so I could sit and pee. While sitting wasn't biologically effective, it was nice to do even this simple task the way any other woman would. I finished my business, pulled everything back up, smoothed my skirt, and exited the stall. I found an empty sink, squirted some soap on my hands, then rinsed them in the warm running water. As I reached for a paper towel, so did another woman. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry. You go ahead!" she said as she laughed out loud. "They need to have two or three more dispensers in here, don't you think?"

Before I could answer she said, "Wow. You look great, hon! Special occasion?"

"Uh, yes," I told her. "Well, sort of. First date with a really cute guy. Does that qualify?"

"Yes indeed! Does he have a brother? A friend? A distant cousin? Hell, how about a dad? As long as he's cute, that is." She tossed her paper towel, turned for the door and added, "Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do, okay?"

"I can't promise that!" I said laughingly. "He IS cute!"

As I stepped outside, I felt like I'd really passed the test. Kevin didn't seem to "read me" at the restaurant and if a real woman standing a foot away from me in front of a huge mirror couldn't tell, then just maybe I was actually pulling this off.

Michael took my hand as I joined him and he led us into the lobby which was very full. The music was loud and the band sounded great. After looking around, we noticed Kevin and Sarah waving at us. We weaved our way through the crowd toward their table and sat down next to them.

"God damn she's hot!" I heard one young, good-looking guy say to his friend as I passed by. I shot him one of those "I'm taken" looks but secretly reveled in the compliment. Being a woman—even a on a part-time basis—was delicious. Just the freedom to use words like "delicious" was um, delicious!

"I see the 'chosen one' finally decided to show up. How nice of her to grace us with her presence!" Sarah mockingly said the way only a sister could.

"This table needs some feminine beauty and I'm here to help," I shot back smiling at the handsome doctor. "Oh, and I brought some additional male eye candy with me." The guys laughed and Michael broke our little sibling spat by saying the next round was on him. Sarah asked for white wine while I ordered a club soda with a twist of lime. I wanted a clear head to enjoy every minute of this amazing new experience.

As our waitress walked away, the lead singer said the next song was ladies' choice and that she was gonna slow things down a little. I stood up and extended my hand to Michael who mockingly bowed and took it. As I led us out onto the dance floor the first chords of "You've Lost That Loving' Feeling" rang out. I managed to find a small empty space, stopped, and turned to embrace Michael. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his snaked around my lower back. His hand slid up and down the soft cashmere material of my beautiful sweater as he pulled me closer to him. As we floated in a small circle, we danced cheek to cheek. As the end of the song neared, Michael leaned down and kissed me softly with our tongues briefly touching. "Mmmm, you taste good, baby," he whispered to me.

I pressed my hips against him hoping to get another feel of his wonderful cock. In less than five seconds I was rewarded with a new, hard, solid object rubbing my tummy. "Mmmm. That feels so good, sweetheart."

"I'm glad you like it, Callie." He hesitated for a moment then added quietly, "That's yours, by the way. You can do anything you like with it any time you like."

"Mi-chael!" I teased feigning offense. "Actually, I can think of a lot of things I'd love to do with my....you did say it's mine, didn't you?"

"I did. It is indeed yours, sweetie."

"Mmmm. Thank you, Michael. Well then. I can think of many things I'd love to do with my new cock and I'll take you up on your offer later tonight. I promise."

"I booked us a room here, honey. Just let me know when you'd like to go upstairs, okay?"

I rubbed hard up against his raging hard on and mouthed the words, "I will." Michael then kissed me passionately as the song ended. Other couples were also kissing and one of them was Kevin and Sarah. I could tell by the look in her eyes she wouldn't last much longer. As much as I wanted Michael, I also didn't want this evening to end too soon. I was now very aware that most of the men in the lounge were either glancing at me or outright staring. Some smiled. Most politely looked away once we made eye contact. I made sure to keep my looks to short glances as I didn't want Michael to think I had a wandering eye. But some of these guys were so cute it became a full-time job to remember who my date was. All I really had to do though was close my eyes and imagine Michael offering me his thick cock later on and imagining how it would feel in both my mouth and my "pussy." My God, how that turned me on! I realized I no longer cared how Sarah felt or how I felt about how she felt. That was all that mattered to me.

As we sat down, Michael slid in first and I followed right behind him. As I reached for my club soda with my left hand, my right hand went straight for his crotch which was covered by the linen tablecloth hanging from our table. I stroked him gently the way Sarah did for me sometimes knowing exactly how good it felt. Michael put his left arm around my shoulder and I rested my head on it. I noticed Kevin's arm around Sarah who had reached up to take his dangling hand.

"Look at you two!" Sarah said. "I'd say things are going pretty well for a first date."

"And I'd agree with you," Michael said affirmatively. "Callie is a beautiful and amazing woman."

"She is most definitely amazing," Sarah said with a wicked smile. "She's the kind of girl who has a little something extra to offer if you know what I mean." Sarah winked at Michael then looked directly at me.

"Speaking of something extra, I think I'm ready to take you up on your offer, Michael," I told him.

"Perfect. I'll take the care of the check."

"Going home already?" Sarah teased.

"Yep. That's exactly right. We're going home to make an early night of it."

"An early night. So that's what they call it these days, huh?" Sarah continued. "Well, you kids have fun. Oh, and be safe, okay? The last thing you need is a bun in the oven, sis." Sarah's wicked smile was positively evil as she wished us well.

We said our goodbyes with Kevin and went to pick up our coats. Once we had them in hand, Kevin led us to the waiting elevator and hit the "up" button. "You ready, sweetheart?" he asked me as I stepped inside.

"I am so ready, Michael. You have no idea just how ready I am." We were alone in the elevator so I said, "Is my cock ready? I have a lot of plans for it, you know."

Michael lifted the pile of coats to allow me room to check as he said, "See for yourself." I moved my left hand his way and placed it on his rock-hard member which was "hidden" underneath our coats. "Is that ready enough for you, baby?"

The bell dinged and as the doors opened I said, "That's a very good start. It does indeed seem to be 'up' for the task 'at hand.'" We both laughed as we looked to see which way our room was. We needed to head to the left. Room 415 was three doors down on our right.

Michael's hands were full so I removed the key card from his pants' pocket and slid it through the electronic lock. It clicked, the light turned green, and Michael pushed open the door for me with his foot. We stepped inside and he set our coats down on the first king-sized bed. I was standing in front of a large, full-length mirror and again couldn't help but take in my appearance again. I was once again stunned. The long, dark hair, the full, red lips, the dangling earrings and matching necklace which fell into my ample breasts. The soft, cashmere sweater hugging them and showcasing them so perfectly. The wool skirt split up the side and my shapely legs in the black high heels. I was drunk with the amazement of the entire evening as Michael stood behind me and said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I hope you know that, Callie."

I pulled his arms around my waist as he pushed his cock up against my lower back. "Mmmm. Thank you, Michael. I hope I'm also the most beautiful woman you've ever fucked. Am I?"

"Without a doubt, Callie. Without a doubt. Now please tell me what to do with your cock, okay?"

I turned and wrapped one arm around his neck while unzipping his pants with the other. I worked my tiny hand and long nails inside and found what I wanted. I quickly undid his belt buckle, pull down his pants and underwear and looked down to make his massive organ was freed from its restrictive environment and stroked its full length.

"Sit down, Michael," I told him as I pushed on his chest then kneeled in front of him. "Stay there just like that and let me do the rest, okay, honey?" I said softly. I slid my dark lips down the length of his huge shaft without breaking eye contact. After several warm strokes I let it pop out of mouth with that distinctive sound it makes and whispered, "Do you like that, Michael?" I didn't need him to answer. His long, deep moan told me all I needed to know as I once again took his cock into my warm, wet mouth. "Mmmmm. Me, too. I love my cock, Michael." As my head worked its way slowly up and then back down, I thought to myself, "And I absolutely adore being a woman." 



The Agreement Ch. 07