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Trisha

By: BoneHur7



Chapter 1

Trisha turned back one more time to survey her nicely decorated apartment before heading out to her car. Everything was in its place. She picked up the large duffel bag by the door and stepped out. Locking the door behind her, she trotted down the steps to her car and put the bag in the back seat. She opened the door and slid behind the wheel of her red Mustang convertible. Her short skirt slid up, exposing the smooth, lightly tanned skin of her shapely thighs. She didn't mind that at all, and instead spread her legs wider to allow the breeze to caress her inner legs as she adjusted the seat back. Quickly looking in the rear-view mirror to make sure she had not forgotten to put on her light pink lipstick, she turned on the engine, and slowly slid out of the parking lot on to the street.

It had been a while since she had seen her dad and younger brother. She thought about her father often, remembering how devastated he had been when her mother was killed in a car accident three years ago. She vividly remembered how he had clung to her, and cried as she left to return to college after the funeral. Trisha's eyes filled up with tears, even as her heart became full of love and tenderness for her dad. He had always been the pillar of strength in the family, and it hurt her deeply to see him crumble like that, because no one could say or do anything to console him. She knew how much he loved her mom, and could feel his loss deeply.

Now that her finals were over, she could not wait to go home to him, and help him put his life back together. At 22, Trisha had turned into a stunning beauty, with her golden hair, slender but vivacious figure, and her athletic looks. She knew she was beautiful, and was quite proud of her looks. She loved her father very much, from whom she had inherited her looks, and zest for life. Her mother was also beautiful, and had instilled in her a healthy outlook about life in general. Trisha had learned early that her parents were not squeamish about sex and everything it entailed, and had a very open and liberated attitude about the human body. Even then, her mother would admonish her often for her tomboyishness when she was growing up. 

After Trisha started to become a woman, her mother constantly fussed over her, making sure the hemline was low enough and the bust line was high enough. But at the same time, she had often heard her talk to her father about how their daughter was becoming a sexy young woman. It drove Trisha crazy, because she wasn't sure how she was expected to behave. She still loved her mother very much, and willingly obeyed her instructions, even though sometimes she felt that her mom was being unnecessarily prudish.

Trisha looked down at herself as she eased out on the highway, noting with satisfaction that her firm breasts jutted out provocatively under her chin, accentuated by her slim waist. It was a warm day in May, and so she had left the hood down. Skillfully she merged into the highway traffic, heading east. The wind sweeping through her golden hair scattered the loose strands across her face. She sighed with joy as the breeze caressed her thighs. She heard the horn of a passing van, and saw a friend from her class giving her a thumbs-up sign, as the vehicle passed her. She saw the surprise in his face as he caught a glimpse of her legs, and smiled at him when he whistled and blew a kiss at her. She waved at him, and turned her attention to driving. 

Trisha felt the coolness of the breeze on her face and chest, and felt the unrestrained nipples harden under her blouse. She looked down, catching a glimpse of her cleavage through the open collar, and decided to open a couple of buttons to expose more of her flesh to the invigorating breeze. It was still quite early in the morning, and despite the warm temperature, there was still some lingering coolness, which she enjoyed. Her hand brushed against the erect nipple as she unbuttoned her blouse, and felt a shiver run down her tummy to her legs. She momentarily clutched her thighs together, and relaxed, enjoying the building excitement caused by the caress of the wind and the rubbing of the soft fabric against her full breasts. She felt her face flush as she eased into the seat, spreading her legs wider to feel the breeze caress her panty-covered womanhood. Her mind raced as the car sped down the highway, thinking about what her dad must be doing at this time. She knew he was expecting her by the late afternoon, and looking forward to seeing her after a long time. She wondered if he had recovered from the tragedy by now.

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

Brian Mulford stretched and rolled out of bed. He had been too excited after talking to Trisha the night before. She had told him about her finals, and he could feel her excitement that it was finally over. She had finished college, and with flying colors. After the initial minor setback three years ago when the whole family went through some harrowing time following Amanda's death, Brian was now delighted that they had come through the loss of his wife pretty well. He knew Trisha would, because he knew her inner strength. She was like him - strong, but emotional, extremely loving and loyal, and just a lot of fun to be with. But he worried about Ben, her younger brother. Ben was now 18, but he had taken Amanda's death the hardest. Why, he was only 15 at the time, and utterly devoted to his mom. Worse, he was in the car with her when a drunk driver had rammed into them at an intersection, killing Amanda on the spot. Ben had walked away without a scratch on his body, but his heart had been shattered. He suffered the most from the loss of his mother, and the already introverted boy turned even more inward. Only Trisha could talk to him, and understand him.

Brian tried his best to pull his son out of the depression and guilt he felt at being alive when his mom died in his arms three years ago. But the father and son were never really that close, and it was hard for both of them to adjust to this new equation. Brian felt inadequate in his role, and with Trisha being away at college, he had no idea how to deal with the situation. As a result, Trisha spent hours on the phone, talking to her brother and her dad. That had helped a great deal, because Ben worshipped his big sister. He loved her very much, and was very proud of her beauty and achievements. They were close friends, despite the difference in age and gender. He slowly came out of his depression and guilt with her help, and also began to appreciate the struggle and hardship his father had endured, first because of his loss and then because of his inability to communicate with his son. Ben spent all the time he now could with his dad, helping him in his work around the house, and taking care of himself, so that his dad did not have to look after him. He looked forward to Trisha coming home, and planned on spending as much time with her as he could.

Brian called out to his son as he headed for the bathroom. Ben was already up, and done with his chores. He was in the kitchen, fixing breakfast. He called out to his dad, to let him know he was all done. Brian emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, and walked into the kitchen to the aroma of fresh coffee and omelette. He greeted his son, and sat down to eat breakfast. They ate in silence. As Brian got up, picking up his plate, Ben looked up.

"When is Trish coming home, dad?"

"She should be here about three o'clock. It's a long drive from Chicago. She said she would call when she stops for lunch on the way. You miss her a lot, don't you, son?"

"Yes, dad. I know you miss her, too. I could hear you crying last night when you were talking to her."

Brian put the plate down. He walked over to his son to stand behind his chair, and put his arms around his neck.

"Yes, Ben. I do miss my baby! She's been the angel that pulled us both through after your mom died. I don't know what I would have done without my Trish. I love her so much, it hurts."

Ben patted his father's arm, and said, "I know, dad. I feel the same way. I can't wait to throw my arms around her and just hold her close. These three years have been really rough."

They cleaned up and went about other chores around the house. Ben went into Trisha's room and began cleaning up stuff. He wanted to decorate her room and put a whole bunch of balloons to welcome her. He removed the bed sheets and threw them in the pile of laundry. Then he took out freshly laundered sheets and made her bed, fluffing her pillows and her favorite stuffed polar bear, which he set next to her pillow. Then he turned to her dresser, and began arranging all the trinkets. He opened the dresser drawers to make sure all her clothes were properly organized and folded. The bottom drawer seemed to be jammed tight, so he pulled on it harder. Suddenly it pulled out, spilling a tightly packed stack of undergarments on the carpet.

Ben lost his balance and fell back when the drawer suddenly came loose in his hands. He recovered his balance, and began putting things back. He picked up the garments and started folding them. To his surprise and excitement, he realized that he was handling Trisha's intimate garments. Despite himself, he felt his ears become warm, and his breath became faster as he fingered her panties. Impulsively, he picked one up, and put it to his nose, trying to catch a smell of her in the crotch of the garment. He caught a whiff of her feminine fragrance, and found himself getting excited by the forbidden feelings that suddenly leapt into his mind. He shook his head, feeling guilty, and quickly folded the rest of the clothes and put them away. Yet, he could not help himself when he was folding her bras, giving in to the temptation to feel and lovingly fondle the cups as if he was caressing her flesh. He noticed that she wore size 36D, which meant nothing to him at that point. At 18, Ben was still rather innocent about these intimate things, although he was quite well aware of his sexuality. He had grown from a small size into a formidable 7 inches of throbbing manhood in just three years, and was well acquainted with the pleasures of the male organ. He had never, until that moment, thought of his beautiful sister as an object of sexual desire. Even now, he was quite sure that he did not entertain any sexual feelings for her, and therefore, he had been caught by surprise when he reacted so physically to her feminine presence while touching her inner garments.

He quickly left the room and went looking for his dad. Brian was out in the yard, cleaning up the debris from the trees and bushes, and watering the flowering shrubs. They worked together for about an hour, and then went in to take showers. After lunch, the two men impatiently waited for Trisha to reach home.

Chapter 2

Trisha, in the meanwhile, had been merrily driving along Interstate 94, her thoughts going back to the last time she had seen her father and brother. That was a year ago, when she came home for the spring break. Her heart warmed up thinking about her kid brother. He had grown so much in the last few years. From an awkward adolescent, he had become the heartthrob of girls in the high school. He had also inherited the strong, muscular build of his father and the tender, good looks of his mother. Trisha recalled fondly how she had been attracted to her handsome brother, and how he had smothered her with his affection. They had spent hours enjoying each other's company, going to movies, picnics and small excursions around town. She felt a flutter in her tummy as she recalled how she had enjoyed his strong body next to him when they took those scary rides at the Disney World.

She recalled one particular ride when they had to sit one behind the other on one of those small seats. She was in the front, sitting between his open legs, both facing forward. As the ride began and they hurtled through pitch darkness at dizzying speed, twisting and turning at impossible angles, Trisha had screamed in terror, and clutched her brother's legs. He put his arms around her, pulling her tightly into himself, and she could feel the pressure of his crotch on her behind. She pressed harder into him, and yelled at him, "Hold me, Ben. I am so scared. Don't let me fall off this thing."

Ben had responded by pulling her closer to him. Inadvertently, his hand had moved up and pressed against one of her breasts. Before he could do anything, Trisha had put her hand over his and held it there. Ben had felt her hardening nipple, and had instinctively reacted to the illicit intimacy. He had felt his tumescence growing in his shorts, and was mortified when Trisha had wiggled her behind against it. He knew that she had noticed his erection, and her response had given him a thrill, making him even harder. He had been emboldened to rub his hand over her breasts as they hurtled through the darkness, and had been surprised when Trisha had pushed his other hand, which was dangling loosely between her legs, against her thigh. Just then, the car they were in suddenly slowed down momentarily, and she had slid forward against his hand. He had felt the warmth of her crotch, covered as it was in her tight jeans. He had left his hand over her mound, although he could not feel anything through the rough fabric. Trisha sighed at that memory, and clutched her thighs together as she spotted the sign for the rest area. She had enjoyed the illicit arousal then, and the memory of it was making her warm and tingly all over. She needed a break from these wicked thoughts.

She sauntered over to the ladies room at the rest area, and entered a booth. Raising her skirt, she pulled down her underwear and sat down to relieve herself. Wiping herself carefully, she stood up and started to pull the panty back up. Suddenly she stopped, and after a slight hesitation, decided to remove it. She folded the panty, which had developed an aromatic wet spot in the middle of the crotch, and stuffed it in her purse. She left the stall, and walked back to the car, shivering as the breeze wafted up her legs to caress her naked pubes. She got back in the car and pulled out. Soon she was cruising along the highway.

There was very little traffic now as the noon hour approached. Trisha spread her legs wide, as she slid forward in her seat, letting the skirt ride up towards the waist. She looked down at herself, and caught a glimpse of the golden fleece covering her womanhood. She was hot, not just because of the glaring sun above, but because of the fire building in her loins. She looked in the rear view mirror and around her. She was practically alone on that stretch of the highway as far as she could see. Smiling, she put the car on cruise control, and reached down between her legs with her right hand. Her fingers encountered the soft pubic hair, lining the passage to her forbidden depth. Sighing deeply, she gently rubbed her finger over the folds of her womanhood. She could feel the moistness seeping from the folds. Pushing a finger deeper into the folds, she wiggled it a little, and felt the folds parting as she inserted another finger. She was wet, and caught the aroma of her passion in the breeze. Lifting her fingers to her nose, she took a deep breath. The aroma excited her even more. She licked the fingers, and returned them to their assignment. She gasped as one of the fingers accidentally brushed against the sensitive apex of her womanhood.

Trisha lifted her left foot and bending it at the knee, planted it firmly on the seat. Now she was wide open, and anyone passing by in a taller vehicle would get a perfectly clear view of her glistening womanhood. Trisha didn't care who could see what. She needed to find a release for her built up arousal. She proceeded to rub her love lips with her fingers, tenderly and lovingly, and coaxed the sentinel at the apex out of its sheath. She dipped a finger into her seeping passage, and rubbed the glowing tip of the clitoris, which was now in full view of anyone who cared to look. She massaged herself with the finger, biting her lips as the excitement mounted. She felt like pushing her finger all the way in her forbidden passage, but she resisted the temptation. She was still a virgin, and did not want to break her hymen in a moment of carelessness. She wanted to give herself to the most loving, deserving man in her life.

Rubbing her palm against her pulsating lips, Trisha continued to arouse herself to the point of climax. It was quite awkward, trying to drive and finger herself at the same time. She had to stop one of these two activities. She saw an exit sign ahead, and looked around. She was in the country, and there was nothing but farms all around. She pulled off the highway, and drove along the country road for a short distance. She was all alone on that deserted road at midday, surrounded by large, empty farms and thick, tall bushes along the road. She stopped the car, and got out. She walked around to the other side, and opened the passenger door. Getting in, she put one foot inside and one on the ground, and reached under the skirt. Now she had free access to her intimate depths. Leaning forward in her seat, she began rubbing her inflamed flesh in a rapid frenzy. Soon her hand was covered with the aromatic secretions from her womanhood. She pinched the glowing red nub at the apex of her triangle, sticking a finger into the pulsating passage to stimulate the flesh even more. 

After a vigorous frenzy of lustful massage, her body began to tremble. She felt the explosion deep in her tummy, and she braced herself. Clutching her invading hand with the other, she almost impaled herself on it, gyrating her hips with clenched teeth, her eyes tightly shut. A loud moan escaped her lips as the first wave of powerful orgasms shook her body. Her eyes opened wide, and with a glazed look, she pressed her pelvis against the hand, shuddering as another orgasm shook her. Trisha took a deep breath. Then she lowered her leg to the ground, and got out of the car, suddenly embarrassed by the display of wanton passion in broad daylight. She straightened up, and smoothed her skirt into place. As she turned to get back into the car, she found herself face to face with an old man, looking at her quizzically.

"Are you all right, miss? You look like you have a fever. You're all flushed and trembling. You okay?"

Shocked to have been discovered, but immediately relieved that the old man had probably not seen what she had been doing, she forced a smile, and said, "I'm okay. But thanks for asking. It's the heat of the sun, I guess. I ran out of water."

The old farmer nodded, and said, "You have a nice car here, miss. I'd put the top up, if I were you. There is a small grocery store just a mile or so ahead. You can get a drink of water or soda there. I was going there myself. I can show you where it is, if you like."

Trisha looked around. "Where is your car, sir?"

The old man smiled. "I don't need a car. It's only a mile or so. I've got time."

"Well, why don't you hop in, and I'll drive you over there," Trisha offered, "I'll grab a few cold drinks for the road."

"Thanks, missy. I appreciate that."

They drove up to the small shop where Trisha picked up a couple of bottles of soft drink, and some snacks. As she got back into the car, the old man came out to wave to her. Walking up to her, he leaned into the car, and whispered in a soft voice, "One last piece of advice, miss. Find a nice, clean, young man to take care of your needs, sweetie. It's not a good idea to get horny out in the middle of nowhere. You never know where the wolves might be. You know they can smell a female in heat from miles away."

Trisha blushed in embarrassment. So the old man had seen what she was doing. She avoided his eyes. The old man laughed.

"Don't be so ashamed, sweetie. You are a beautiful young lady. And don't be frightened about the wolves. I was talking about the human wolves. Now take care of yourself, and get home soon. Oh, and thanks for the treat. I haven't seen such a lovely pussy in a long time. You almost made me hard, miss. At my age, that's the best compliment you can get."


Trisha



Note: Sally's husband had been trying to get her to have a threesome for years but she had never really met anyone that interested her. That was until a young virgin started working for her. All rights reserved. 

*

Sally Barker watched Trisha, the young girl she had hired, come in each day going through the same routine. She hung up her coat, put her purse in her desk and carried her bagged lunch to the break room. She knew Tricia was not married and worked late each night even though she really didn't have to. She dressed in very conservative clothes and although she was overweight she had a very cute face and smile. 

The young woman had requested to work for her after her job interview for five job openings. Although her office assistant job did not require a college degree Trisha insisted she wanted to work for Sally. 

"Good morning Trisha," Sally said while walking up to her desk. "How was your weekend?" 

"OK, I guess," the girl answered. 

"Did you do anything exciting?" Sally asked. 

"Not really. Just kind of sat around." 

Sally felt sorry for her because that was the answer she had received for the past six months. She didn't think the girl was dating anyone and really wondered what was up. "How would you like to have a drink with me after work?" 

"I really don't drink," Trisha said looking down. 

"Just have a soda with me." 

"I guess I can do that," Trisha smiled. It was the first smile that Sally had seen in quite a while. 

*****

"Over here!" Sally yelled while waving one hand at the girl who was standing in the doorway of the pub. She had called her husband Brian to tell him she would be late. 

"Hi," Trisha said as she pulled off her full wool coat and scarf. She smoothed down the front of her blouse and slid into the booth across from her boss. The waitress had followed her to the table. 

"What can I get you?" 

"A diet Coke," Trisha said softly. She noticed a martini glass in front of Sally. 

"Have you ever had a chocolate martini?" Sally asked. 

"No. I don't drink alcohol," Trisha answered. She didn't want to tell the woman that she was on one of her many diets. 

Sally let it go and they sat looking at each other. "You've been with the company for almost six months and I don't know anything about you." 

"There's not much to know," Trisha said nervously. "I graduated from a college in the Midwest and moved to Chicago. This is my first job." 

Sally decided to go for it. "So you're not dating anyone?" 

Trisha took a deep breath. "No." 

With one word answers Sally knew she was not getting very far. "So what do you like to do when you are not at work?" 

"Read mostly," she replied. "I like to walk on the Navy Pier when it is warm enough." 

The waitress brought the Diet Coke and they talked for almost an hour more. Sally found out that she was from a very small town and had really never had a serious relationship. From the girl's history Sally wondered if this 23 year-old woman was still a virgin. "Bring us two chocolate martinis," Sally told the waitress. Trisha didn't stop her. 

After just one martini Trisha loosened up and let out most of her secrets. She never knew her father and had a mother who would not allow her to date. She went to an all girl college and talked to her mother every night before she goes to bed. 

"Wow," Sally said as she ordered two more martinis. "It's time for you to let loose." She watched as Trisha pulled off her button-down sweater and saw the girls nice round breasts. "Would you like to come to my house for dinner on Saturday?" 

"I guess so," Trisha giggled. The one drink had gone quickly to her head. Only once before at a mixer party in college had she really had booze before. They talked about some of the others in their office and when Trisha finished the second drink she almost fell asleep. "I think I had too much." 

Sally laughed. "I better drive you home." She knew the girl normally took the train to work. 

"I don't want to bother you," Trisha said feeling lightheaded. 

Sally put two twenties on the table and helped Trisha put on her coat. "Come on." 

The girl managed to keep her eyes open enough to direct Sally to her one bedroom basement apartment that was under a residential home in Cicero. She held Trisha's arm as they slowly walked down the six steps and used her keys to open the door. But before they got inside Trisha turned and threw up. Most of it covered the front of her sweater and blouse. "Oh God I'm sorry you had to see that." 

"That's OK. I'm glad I'm here to help you," Sally said as she pulled the girl into the apartment, closed the door and took off her coat. 

"Let me help you." Sally pulled off the soaked sweater and tossed it on the tile floor by the door. She unbuttoned the girl's blouse before Trisha could complain and pulled it off her huge breasts covered with a large white bra. Some of the fluids had stained the bra. 

"You need to take this off to," Sally said as she reached around the unsteady girl to find the clasp. 

"Oh no don't," Trisha said feeling the bra release and the straps and cups moving away from her pure white treasures. They both looked down at the 38DD mounds with large light pink aureoles. The hard tips stuck out almost an inch. Trisha's hands quickly moved up to cover her excitement. 

Sally tossed the bra onto the blouse and grabbed Trisha's arm. "Come on we have to get you cleaned up." 

"I can do....it," Trisha complained but found herself almost falling as she tried to walk with the woman into the small bathroom. 

"Shhh," Sally whispered. They moved into the bathroom and Sally turned on and adjusted the temperature of the water. Trisha's eyes closed and she started to lean but Sally put her arm around the girl's waist and held her up. She grabbed a face cloth and wetted it before directing it between the large titties. Never had she seen breasts this big with absolutely no sag. As she rubbed the warm cloth over the hard nipples Trisha moaned but kept her eyes closed. 

"Let's dry you off," Sally whispered before grabbing a small towel and rubbing over the damp areas. She again touched the nipples and again Trisha moaned. 

Two minutes later Sally managed to get the girl into her bedroom. As she supported her with one hand she pulled down the covers on the bed and then guided Trisha onto her back on the bed with her legs dangling over. Her two breasts pointed up like booster rockets ready to launch. Trisha's arms and hands were spread directly out to the sides. 

Sally smiled as she reached over and released the snap on the side of Trisha's skirt. After pulling down the small zipper she grabbed the waistband and pulled. It slid under the girl's ass and down across the front of her panty-hose until they continued down off her feet. It looked as if Trisha had passed out but she wasn't sure. "We need to get the pantyhose off." 

Getting the skirt off was easy but the hose was going to be a problem. She jerked them hard and managed to get them halfway off her basic white panties but they bunched up in the back. "I guess these have to go too," Sally smiled while grabbing the waistband of the panties and pulling them down to the pantyhose. Now when she pulled both they slid easily under the girl's bare ass and down her meaty thighs. She stopped at her knees and looked at the large growth of curly black hair guarding the girl's pussy. It was so hairy the growth had spread to the insides of the white thighs. She wondered if she had ever worn a bathing suit. 

After removing the panties and hose Sally stood back and looked at the 23 year old chubby but curvy body. She lifted the feet up onto the bed and turned the girl until she was lying lengthwise with her sleeping head on the pillow. "Just wait until Brian sees those breasts." Sally sat back down on the bed. 

"So are you a virgin?" Sally giggled. She moved her hand over the deep navel and then pushed her middle finger down into the thick bush until she found the top of her slit. She heard the girl moan again and then felt her body lifting as she rubbed down over the swollen clitoris. The legs opened and Sally's finger froze. 

"Are you awake?" she wondered. Trisha's hips lowered and Sally's finger continued down into her inner lips aways until she found the restriction. Hot juices covered her fingertip as she moved back to the clitty and gently rubbed it while looking at the girl's closed eyes. 

"Ohhh," Trisha moaned. 

Sally rubbed some more and then froze her finger again. Trisha's hips again rose to press into the hard digit. She smiled and pulled her finger and hand away. After pulling the sheet up over the round nakedness she hurried from the apartment. 

*****

Brian was sitting in his favorite chair reading when his wife came into the den. "So did you have to work late?" 

Sally smiled and lowered herself to her knees in front of his chair. He continued holding his book while she reached over and pulled open the button on his pajama bottoms. She fished inside and pulled out his limp four inch penis. As her thumb rubbed across the crown she looked up at him. "Remember how you used to bug me about having a threesome?" 

"Uh yes but that...that was years ago," he moaned feeling his penis starting to swell. "We could never agree on it being a man or woman." 

"I think I found somebody," she giggled. Her fingers curled around his six inch hard-on. 

"Another man?" He asked remembering that she would only do it if it was another man. 

"No. A young woman," she whispered before moving her head down to lick off a drop of precum. "A virgin." 

"Oh shit," he groaned. Her mouth opened and her lips quickly swallowed all of him until they pressed into his thick bush. "A virgin. How old is......she?" 

Sally pulled her lips away making a popping sound. "Twenty-three." Suddenly his hot spunk shot up from his hard tip almost striking her head. "She's coming to dinner on Saturday." 

*****

Sally was on the phone when Trisha came in the next morning. After hanging up she called the girl to come to her office. She still wondered if Trisha had been awake when she had fingered her. 

"Good morning Mrs. Barker," Trisha smiled as she walked into the room. "Thank you for taking me home last night and I guess I must have gotten sick." 

"You don't remember much do you?" Sally smiled. She noticed that the girl was wearing a tight sweater and skirt which was quite different from her normally conservative apparel. 

"No Ma'am. Did you have some work for me to do?" 

"Uh no. I just wanted to make sure you are alright. And, don't forget you are coming to my house for dinner Saturday night." 

"I won't forget," Trisha smiled. She turned to walk out and stopped and looked back. "Thank you for helping me to bed last night." 

Sally was about to say 'you're welcome' but the girl turned and left. "Shit maybe she was awake?" 

*****

Not much was said the rest of the day and it was on Wednesday when Sally found a red rose on her desk. She sent Trisha a thank you email and the girl wrote one back that she couldn't wait until Saturday. That night when Sally was leaving Trisha walked into her office and closed the door. 

"Mrs. Baker I'm so happy you invited me to your house," Trisha began as she moved to her standing boss. "This is the first time anyone here has really been nice to me." 

Sally smiled as the girl moved closer and closer until her arms moved behind Sally's back. Their bodies crushed together as her ass moved back against her desk for support. With their breasts pushed together Trisha moved her head back and looked into Sally's eyes. It was Sally who pushed her lips forward until they touched Trisha's. 

Seconds seemed like hours as their lips pressed and held. Trisha felt her bosses tongue move out and lick over her lower lip before she jerked her head back. Her body jumped back as well. "Why Mrs. Barker you.......you...you frenched me!" She turned and hurried out the door. 

"Shit. What was that?" Sally asked herself now afraid the woman was going to turn her in for sexual harassment. By the time she got outside Trisha was gone. 

***** 

"Is she still coming?" Brian asked his wife when she got home. 

"I think so but I'm not sure. She hugged me today and seemed that she wanted me to kiss her but when I did she acted surprised and ran out my door." 

"Hell Sally you might be wrong about her," Brian said. "You could get into a lot of trouble if we come on to her Saturday night." 

"I think she is a big tease," Sally said with a sly grin. 

*****

Trisha acted like nothing had happened the next morning. It was later that afternoon as Sally leaned over Trisha's shoulder to look at a report that the girl moved her head sideways to press into Sally's left breast. Sally didn't move and waited until Trisha's head slightly lifted and lowered. No one could see around the cubicle when Sally shifted her body until her whole breast pressed into the back of Trisha's head. Again she moved her head against the soft mound and hard nipple and then slowly turned her body and head around until her face and mouth pressed into the smaller 34B titty. When she smiled Sally knew then the girl was teasing her. They heard someone's footsteps and both quickly broke apart. 

Sally worked late that night until it was dark outside and thought that Trisha had left but she looked up and saw her standing in front of her desk. "TRISHA! You scared me." Sally said covering her heart area. She noticed that the door had somehow been closed without her knowing it. 

"Mrs. Barker. I need to ask you a question," Trisha whispered as she blushed. 

"Certainly," Sally smiled as she stood and walked around next to her. 

"Do you think I'm pretty?" 

"God yes," Sally whispered as she brushed a curl of hair to the side that had fallen over her forehead. Her fingers gently rubbed over her dark thick eyebrows. "You have beautiful eyes." She saw Trisha smile. "And wonderful soft lips." She traced over them from one side to the other. 

"Do you think that I'm fat?" 

Sally glanced down at the full breasts and round hips. "You are well proportioned but most women would kill for breasts like yours." 

"Would you? I mean would you rather have big breasts?" Trisha's eyes locked onto Sally's small cones. "I think yours are perfect." 

Sally knew her nipples are hard as pebbles and that the young woman could easily see them. "My husband says they are too small." 

"Can I........can I touch them?" Trisha blushed. 

"Of course," Sally whispered feeling her heart racing and the moisture taking over in her panties. She looked down as the girls large fingers moved slowly upward while lightly grazing over the rigid tips. "Ummm," that feels good." 

Trisha giggled and turned her hands before pushing forward to fully cup both breasts. "They feel different than mine." She gently massaged them and then reached to open the top button on her blouse. Sally didn't stop her as she released them all and then opened the green silk covering. 

"I wish I had sexy underwear," Trisha commented before tracing around the white lace trim on the baby blue semi-cup bra. As she pulled down on the lace Sally's right nipple popped out and Trisha rubbed over it. "It's so much smaller than mine." 

"Oh God," Sally moaned now leaning back against her desk for support. 

"But you've seen mine haven't you?" Trisha whispered while toying with the sensitive tip. 

"Yes." 

"And you've even washed them and dried them haven't you?" 

"Yes." 

"And you've even seen me fully naked. Haven't you?" Trisha pulled down both cups and played with both excited nipples. 

"Yes and you are so beautiful," Sally moaned. She felt the girl's fingers and hands drop and then saw Trisha's face coming closer. This time when their lips met it was Trisha's tongue that licked outward forcing her lips and teeth open. Sally tried to push her own tongue out but the girl's was bigger and she was the aggressor. 

Trisha frenched the woman like she had done to so many girls back in the girl's college. She knew which buttons to push and soon had the woman's dress up to her waist and her chubby fingers down under the skimpy little thong. 

"OH GOD!" Sally cried out while jerking her mouth from the invading tongue. The girl's thick middle finger pushed through her trimmed blonde bush into her dripping slit finding the hot oven. She pumped in and out and flicked over the raised clit until Sally grabbed onto her shoulders and screamed, "NOW OH GOD NOW! I'M CUMING!" 

Trisha giggled and continued fingering her until Sally grabbed her wrist. "Please no more." 

Trisha pulled her moist finger out and then licked it. "You're mine now aren't you?" 

"Yes. I'm yours," Sally whispered as she tried to push her hand up under Trisha's dress but the girl slapped her hand away. 

"It's getting late," Trisha smiled. "I'll see you in the morning." She turned and walked out leaving Sally totally confused. 

*****

Sally didn't get much sleep that night and on Thursday morning she arrived late and saw Trisha in her cube. "Are you alright Mrs. Barker?" 

"Uh yes. I'm fine," Sally answered. She moved into her office and closed the door behind her. She suddenly realized that she was the one who was being seduced and that the woman had awakened some feeling deep within her. She tried to answer some emails but kept looking at the closed door hoping Trisha would come in. 

It was almost noon when she ventured out only to find Trisha's desk empty and a note to her on top of it. 

"Sally,

I left early to stop by my apartment.

Trisha." 

Sally realized that she had not referred to her as Mrs. Baker and then it hit her that she wanted her to come to the apartment as well. She moved back into her office but a few minutes later was heading out the door. 

***** "Come in," Trisha said after hearing the weak knock on the door. 

Sally turned the knob and peeked in to see the woman sitting alone on the sofa. "Are you OK?" 

"Yes now come in and close the door," Trisha said sharply. She watched the older woman do as she said and then walk up to the sofa. "Take off your coat." 

Sally hesitated but did as the woman commanded. "Trisha I..." 

"Quiet. Take off your blouse." 

"No I'm not going to...." 

"TAKE IT OFF!" 

Sally jerked back and found her fingers releasing the buttons. She then pulled it from her shoulders and held it in her right hand. 

Trisha smiled when she saw the woman was braless. "Throw your blouse on the sofa and touch your nipples." 

"Trisha please." Sally begged feeling uneasy. "Let's go into your bedroom?" 

"Not yet. Touch them." 

Sally closed her eyes and gently rubbed her rigid nips. It felt so nasty touching herself in front of this other woman. 

"Are you wet?" 

"Yes, I'm so wet," Sally whispered knowing her pussy was dripping. 

"Show me." 

"Oh God," Sally thought while she released her skirt and let it fall at her feet. She kicked it aside and grabbed the waistband on her bright red panties. She started pushing them down quickly but Trisha stopped her. 

"Go slow." 

Last week Sally was this girl's boss but it was now she who was obeying Trisha's every command. The panties slowly pulled away from her damp lips and then inched lower across her tender thighs. The sensation was driving her pussy wild. They moved to the knees where Sally dropped them until they landed on her ankles. She picked one foot up at a time until they were gone and she was totally naked. 

"Turn around," Trisha ordered. 

Sally did a slow turn and held her breath. 

"Walk backwards to me." Trisha watched the nice little butt wiggle on its way back until she reached out and cupped both cheeks. 

"AHH!" Sally gasped not expecting the abrupt grab. She felt the fingers digging in until they hurt. "Please." 




Trisha



Trisha let go of her buns and said, "Bend forward." 

"What are you going to do?" Sally asked not moving. 

"Don't worry you will like it," Trisha laughed. She gently pushed on the upper back and saw the woman's body bending thus causing her ass to push back at her. "Open your legs." 

Sweat beads formed on Sally's forehead while her feet moved to the side causing her butt cheeks to open and her damp pussy lips to be exposed. She put her hands on her knees and waited. 

"You've been a bad girl," Trisha giggled. "Haven't you?" 

"No." Sally answered. 

"Oh yes you have," Trisha laughed. "You thought I was asleep when you touched my pussy." Trisha moved her hand up the woman's thighs and then pushed her thumb up into the pink glistening lips. She felt Sally jerk slightly but didn't pull away. "You found out that I was a virgin didn't you?" 

"Yes." 

"But you are not a VIRGIN!" Trisha pushed her thick thumb up into Sally's depths. "ARE YOU?" 

"NO! OH GOD!" Sally felt the thick thumb jab in and out and then be replaced by her middle finger. 

"Sit back on my lap." 

Sally eased her ass backwards and downwards while Trisha continued finger-fucking her. It felt so good that she dropped her head back onto Trisha's shoulder. "Please don't stop." 

Trisha giggled and then reached her free hand up under Sally's arm until she cupped her breast and toyed with the nipple. "You and your husband were planning on seducing me Saturday night weren't you?" 

"Yes. Ohhh Trisha that feels so good." 

Trisha laughed. "Saturday night I'm going to let you touch me and kiss me. Will you like that?" 

"Let me touch you now," Sally said as she tried to reach up under her ass to feel Trisha's crotch covered by her slacks. 

"Not yet," she said grabbing Sally's wrist and pulling it back from her covered pussy. She continued fingering Sally until the woman was ready to burst. "On Saturday night your husband cannot fuck me," Trish whispered. 

"But how will we?" Sally gasped. She wanted to cum at that moment but Trisha was teasing around her clitty. 

"Here is how," Trisha whispered. For the next five minutes she told Sally the plan and then finally rubbed the woman's clitty until she screamed. 

"OHHH YES OH YES!!!" 

*****

On this night Brian met his wife at the door. "Is she still coming?" 

"Yes and I know now she has been teasing me," Sally smiled. 

"Really? Tell me. What happened?" 

She took his hand and led him to the sofa. "We kissed today. I mean really kissed." 

"NO SHIT! WITH TONGUES?" 

"Yes for almost five minutes. She is hot and ready," Sally whispered. "I told her about how we both want to make love with her." 

"You did. Shit fire. What did she say?" 

"She said she would consider it if..." 

"IF WHAT? ANYTHING. TELL HER ANYTHING!" 

Sally hesitated. "She wants us to tie you up." 

"Tie me up." He repeated. "No one is going to tie me up." 

"It's the only way she will agree to a threesome." 

"Fuck!" Brian said out loud. 

"We will then strip and then she will fuck you," Sally grinned. 

"Tell me about her tits one more time," he begged. 

"They are so big and firm," she whispered. "Her nipples stick out this far." Sally put the tip of her thumb on the first knuckle of her index finger. She then reached down to caress his hard bulge in his jeans. 

"OK......tie me up......anything as long as I get to suck those titties," Brian laughed. He reached over and touched Sally's little boobs which were still sore from Trisha's caresses the past few days. 

"I have a headache," Sally said before jumping off the sofa and heading upstairs for a long hot bath. 

*****

On Friday morning Sally beat Trisha to the office and when she saw the women turn the corner to her cubicle she motioned for her to come inside her office. Once inside she closed the door and pulled the younger woman into her arms. Their lips met, opened and their tongues danced together until they were both panting. 

Sally moved her hand up and cupped the massive mound expecting Trisha to stop her but she didn't. 

"Did he agree to it?" Trisha whispered. She pushed Sally back and pulled up the sweater over her new black bra. Her fingers grabbed the cup and pulled it down until the long hard pink nipple appeared. 

"Yes. We can tie him up," Sally smiled as her fingers touched and pushed the tip back and forth. 

"You can suck it," Trisha whispered while pulling Sally's head downward until the woman's lips engulfed the hard bud. Her eyes closed while the inexperienced lips and tongue worked and worked. "I'm not wearing panties." 

Sally's right hand flew down to the bare knee and dash up under the skirt until her fingers twisted into the thick hairy mound. She found her moist clit and rubbed. 

Trisha pulled Sally's lips up to her own again and let her finger her for almost a minute. "Touch yourself too." 

"OK," Sally giggled while pushing her hand down under her slacks and panties until they found her own ready clitty. As she diddled with both, she looked into the sexy woman's eyes noticing that she had one hazel one and one brown one. When Trisha's tongue pushed out into the open she licked it to match the motions of her fingers on the damp pussies below. 

Both were ready to blow when Sally's cell phone rang. "Don't answer it." Trisha said. 

Sally's damp fingers picked it up from her desk and saw the big boss's caller ID. "I have to." She continued fingering Trisha as she said, "Hello Mr. Brennan." 

Trisha giggled and spread her legs more. 

"Yes sir. I'll have the report on your desk this morning. I'm sorry sir but I've been so busy." Her fingers didn't miss a beat until she pulled her right hand away and replaced it with her left one. As she continued playing with Trisha's pleasure button she wrote down the phone number where he would be at later. "Yes sir....thank you." Sally hung up and returned her fingers to her own need. 

"Do you need me to finish that report?" Trisha whispered. 

"Yes.......will you do it?" Sally asked. 

"Yes but you will have to do something for me first." 

Sally didn't know what she wanted until Trisha's hand moved to the top of her head and she felt it push downward. She was nervous when her knees hit the floor and when Trisha lifted her skirt. She looked at the woman's dripping pussy lips and closed her eyes when her tongue tasted another woman for the first time. 

"Go slow," Trisha whispered. "We have enough time to get the report done." She leaned back against the desk and opened her legs to enable Sally's long hot tongue to taste over her pink gash. Her hands cupped Sally's head as she slowly humped up and down.  

Sally's fingers held onto the large buttocks while Trisha raced for satisfaction. She wanted to please this woman so much. Her lips enclosed the raised clit and held on as Trisha climaxed. 

"OH BABY. YOUR MOUTH AND TONGUE FEELS SO......OH GOD!" 

*****

Saturday morning went so slow for Brian and Sally as they got ready for Trisha. They were both sitting on the sofa when the doorbell rang. Sally jumped up and let her in. 

"Hello Mr. Baker," Trisha said softly in her little girl voice. "I'm glad to meet you finally." 

Brian tried not to stare at her full chest as he took her large fingers in his. "I'm glad to finally meet you too." 

"Hi Mrs. Baker," Trisha said to Sally as she turned and moved her lips forward. 

Sally didn't expect this so soon but when Trisha's lips touched hers she glanced over at Brian who had a shit-eating grin on his face. She opened her lips to let Trisha's tongue taste her own and then retreat. 

"Well, dinner is ready," Sally said after their lips broke apart. She wanted the dinner to be over as soon as possible. Brian stayed behind the woman as they walked into the kitchen and admired Trisha's full ass which was wiggling and jiggling. 

During the meal Brian asked Trisha where she was from. 

"Omaha," Trisha answered as she sucked on a carrot stick. She saw him jump when she bit it in half. 

"Wow, Omaha. I was in the service around there many years ago," Brian smiled. His hard-on had not gone down since he woke up that morning. 

"It has probably changed a lot since you were there honey," Sally said gulping down her food. 

"I like Chicago a lot better," Trisha smiled as she reached her hand over next to her and lightly fondled Sally's right breast. 

"Jesus," Brian gasped. It had always been his wettest dream to see his wife and another woman together. 

Trisha's eyes never left his as she pulled down the front of Sally's vee-neck sweater and slid her hand underneath. She knew he could see the shape of her fingers as they wormed down under the bra and cupped his wife's bare titty. "I really don't want desert right now." 

"Me neither," Brian said as he pushed his chair back and stood displaying his six inch bulge. 

Both women laughed and then turned to french kiss again. As far as Sally knew they were going to put on a show for him and then let him take Trisha's cherry. 

"Uh...let's go to the bedroom," he whispered. He stood back as they paraded arm in arm by him. Trisha grabbed her bag and they moved up the stairs. They got to the bed and turned. 

Trisha looked at the huge bed and reached into her bag. She held up the four strands of rope. "First you have to remove your clothes." 

Suddenly Brian got shy. "Why don't we all strip?" 

"Nope. You have to do it first and then we tie you up." Trisha took Sally's hand and brought it up to cover her large breast. 

"OK," he smiled. "But I can make you a lot happier if I can use my hands." 

"That's later," Trisha smiled. As he slowly removed his tee shirt Sally played with her raised nipple through her pink blouse. She watched him push down his jeans over his tighty-whities and smiled at the lump pushing outwards. "Why Mr. Baker do you have a hard-on?" 

"Oh yeah baby. I've got a big one here just for you," he smiled before jerking the undies down over his pink shaft. Since she was a virgin he figured it looked big to her. 

He flopped on his back and put his hands and feet out to be tied. His cock pointed upward ready for some action. 

"Get his feet," Trisha said to Sally as she tossed her the ropes. They both hurried to tie him until Trisha pulled on all ropes to make sure he couldn't get out. 

"Satisfied?" Brian asked with a big smile. "Why don't you climb on and I'll make you a real woman?" 

Trisha didn't acknowledge him while she turned and slowly stripped Sally of her clothing. "Take mine off." She turned facing him as Sally pulled off her blouse and skirt. 

"Show me those titties baby," Brian said with wide eyes. 

Sally released the bra and it fell down her arms and off her pink mounds. 

"Jesus they are bigger than I thought," he laughed. "Come here and let me suck on them." 

Instead she stood still as Sally pushed the panties down over her full bush. After the panties moved down and off Trisha pushed Sally down on her knees again. "Show your husband how much you like my pussy." 

Sally giggled and dove into the pubes. Her tongue found the familiar clitoris and licked while her lips closed around it. "Did she tell you she did this to me yesterday in her office?" 

"She did?" Brian asked now about as hot as he could get without stroking his cock. "Untie my hands and I'll show her how to make you scream." He pulled on the ropes and realized he couldn't move. 

"Let's go next to him," Trisha whispered to Sally. They climbed up onto the bed and twisted their bodies together while again finding each other's mouths and tongues. 

"Yeah, just like that," Brian said twisting his neck to see their hands touching and probing. He tried to turn his body to press his cock into Trisha's big behind but the ropes were too tight. "I can't wait to get some of that ass," he laughed. 

It was then that Trisha pushed Sally onto her back and slid her face and lips into the older woman's pussy. She knew she was good at eating pussy and also knew that Sally would soon be screaming. 

Sally was shoulder to shoulder with her husband when he started begging. "Please untie me honey." 

"No," Sally whispered back. She wanted Trisha and her long hot tongue to herself. Brian had gone down on her many times but never....never like this. Her fingers clawed at the sheets below as her pussy was probed, licked and sucked. 

"Hey enough of this shit," Brian gasped seeing his wife's body trembling and about to cum. He pulled o the ropes against but it only tightened the knots. 

Trisha knew that Sally was lost in lust and knew it was time for her surprise. She moved her body back and looked at the wanton woman's body below. "And, now I'm going to tell you something about your husband." 

"My husband?" Sally repeated still in heat and need. 

"Yes you see 24 years or so ago your husband met a young virgin girl who worked at the Base Exchange." 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Brian asked. 

"Don't you remember that young girl you seduced and took to the campground?" 

Suddenly Brian remembered. "Sally she's full of shit. I didn't rape that girl." 

"Why Brian. I didn't say anything about rape." Trisha giggled as she leaned over the bed and into her bag and pulled out an eight inch dildo. 

"What the fuck are you going to do with that?" He asked with opened eyes. 

"Did you rape a girl in Omaha?" Sally asked as she turned to look at him. 

"Oh he raped her alright but he said she wanted it," She strapped the belt around her waist and spit on her hand before rubbing it over the tip. 

"SALLY DON'T BELIEVE HER!" He yelled. "When I get out of these ropes I'm going to.." 

"What? Rape me like you did my mother?" Trisha asked as she leaned forward and gently rubbed the dildo over Sally's damp lips. 

"Don't rape my wife or I'll report you to the police," he said bending his necked to see the pink crown press into the outer lips. 

"He raped your mother. OH MY GOD. YOU ARE HIS DAUGHTER!" Sally cried out as the thick cock pressed into her hot hole. 

"STOP IT!" He yelled. "YOU'LL GO TO JAIL FOR THIS!" But he then heard moans coming from his wife. 

"Ohhh." 

Trisha only rubbed the tip into her inner lips. "Tell him that you want me to fuck you." 

"Ohhh........that feels so......please....ohhh...yes....please fuck me," Sally begged. 

"HELP! HELP!" He screamed but no one heard him as Trisha fucked his wife for almost ten hot minutes. He could only watch his wife's eyes roll back into her sockets with each thrust. The women's lips met again and again as their hands and fingers caressed and touched. His own cock had shrunk and was lying placid on his thigh while his body bounced on the moving bed. 

Ten minutes later Sally's eyes opened when she came. She tried to scream but the pleasure kept her voice inside. Never had she felt so wonderful and fulfilled. 

Trisha pulled the rubber cock from Sally's damp hole and removed the belt. She tossed it on the floor and pulled the woman up next to the bed. "I wanted to tell you but I thought it was better this way." 

"I'll get you bitch," he glared. 

"How did you find him?" Sally asked as she hugged her step daughter. 

"Days before the trial he went AWOL and changed his name. His name is really Scott Thompson." 

"Is that true?" Sally asked in shock at the man she had been married to for twenty-years. 

"Honey I can explain," he said hopelessly. 

He went to his high school reunion a few years ago and left his address." Trisha smiled. 

"You can't get me for rape," he smiled. "It's been too long." 

"True but I can screw up your life like you did my mother's years ago," Trisha smiled. She looked at Sally and turned her head and kissed her. 

"Sally.........I love you. You know that. I've always been a good husband." 

"Let's go find someplace really quiet," Sally whispered. She then reached into the night table by the bed and took out a large scarf. 

"What the hell do you think you are going to do with that?" He said as she lunged onto the bed and pushed it length wise across his mouth. She quickly tied it and looked at her now quiet husband. 

"You know I did this to get even with him but I really like being with you," Trisha giggled as they walked out the doorway. 

"Me too," Sally smiled as she held onto the large dildo. "Will you fuck me again?" 

"Yes and I want you to make me a real woman," Trisha laughed as she glanced back at her biological father and gave him the finger. 

The End

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Ending Note: Sorry but I messed the first submission up with some name mixups etc. Thanks for your feedback. Somewhat of a surprise ending. I hoped you liked the little tale. Don't forget to vote. Thanks Slick. 



Trisha



The doorbell dinged. It was my next door neighbor Pete. I had known him since I moved into these condos two years ago. We met at one of the monthly parties our association throws. That one happened to be a barbeque and I remember the dish he brought to the potluck was amazing. Pete was always trying out new recipes on me. Every once in a while he would concoct something new and told me he needed a Guiney pig, taste tester. Truth is, I was more than glad to oblige him. My only worry was that he was going to make me fat. 

"Hey Ryan. Care to take a chance?" He held a pan of something that smelled incredible. 

I laughed. "Park it on the table Pete. I'll get some dishes. You want a beer or a soda?"

"Diet soda please. Trying to watch my figure." I made sure that I kept stocked up on his favorite beverage. I also bought him groceries from time to time. I figured that this would offset the meals he made for me. We sat down and he started filling our plates.

"This is a seafood lasagna I found in Taste of Home. Has Alf redo sauce instead of tomato."

"Smells terrible." I lied. This was a running joke with us. I had yet to find him fixing a bad meal. That's when I noticed his neck had red blotches on it. "You got razor burn Pete?"

He put his hand up to his neck. "Got to stop using cheap aftershave I guess." Funny, I never knew he used aftershave or cologne for that matter. He just always smelled clean, like soap. I also noticed that his clothes had been baggy as of the last several months. 

"How's the new job going Ryan?" I was a computer programmer and had just branched out on my own. 

"Great Pete. I am really starting to get busy. I think that it is really going to work." I looked into his eyes. There looked to be smudges around them. It almost looked like makeup. But that couldn't be it. "Got something around your eyes Pete." He quickly moved into the bathroom. He was wiping his eyes with toilet paper as he returned.

"Must have accidentally got some dirt on my face when I was repotting some plants, today." He looked a little sheepish. 

"Don't worry buddy, no big deal. You want get beaten in Racquet ball again to night?" He just smiled. 

Months later, life went on and I tried cramming as many hours a week into my business as I could. One night I came home early and I found Pete laying in front of his door, crying. "You Okay, buddy? What's wrong?" Pete looked so pitiful as I helped him up. "My k--key w---wouldn't fit." He sobbed. 

I took his keys and got him inside. He was an emotional wreck. For some odd reason he looked different. He seemed softer somehow. "Pete, what's going on?"

He finally regained some of his composure. "R--Ryan. T--there's something I have to t--tell you." He paused, like he was finding the right words. "I'm changing sexes!" He blurted out. 

I thought about it. "Pete, You can change your mind, you can change the channel, you can even change your oil; but I didn't think you could change sexes." He started crying again and balled up on the sofa. "My God, buddy. Please don't cry." I sat down next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He settled down a little bit. He turned toward me.

"I--I'm serious R---Ryan. I--I am transitioning to female. I--I've been t--taking female hormones for several months now. Please don't make fun of me." He pleaded. 

"It's okay Pete. I'm not making fun of you." He really was hurting. "Look, we can deal with this. What do you need me to do?"

Tears ran down his face. "Could you still be my friend?" How was I going to say no to that. 

I smiled. "You never stopped being my friend, buddy." 

Pete started crying again and latched on to me, his arms around my neck. I held him, patting his back and he settled down again. "I am going to go female, full time." He announced, as he backed away. "I was just waiting to tell you." He sniffed. 

"Okay Pete, what do you need from me?" I wasn't sure what that entailed, but he was too good of a friend to abandon. 

"J--Just try and understand, Ryan. Sorry, I've tried to fight this, but I can't hold these feelings back any longer."

"You don't have to apologize. What can I do? Need me to take you shopping, or something?" I did try and be supportive.

"N--No I've already bought some clothes and stuff. You were the last person I wanted to tell, before --- well, you know."

"So I guess today's the day then Pete. Uhhh do you need some privacy?"

He smiled. "I'm okay Ryan. I was just so afraid of what you would think. Thank you for understanding."

"No problem Pete. Come on over when you got time." He followed me to the door. 

He drew the hair out of his eyes and smiled. "I might just do that Ry."

An hour later I was setting at my kitchen table, drinking a beer. I had been attempting to digest what Pete had just dumped in my lap. He was my best friend. Him wanting to become female had floored me. This did kind of explained why he didn't date, much. Hell, he didn't date at all. It also explained why he seemed softer lately, sort of feminine. I guess that we would have to take this one day at a time. 

The doorbell dinged. I didn't recognize the woman at the door. She was wearing a pink tank top and cut off jean shorts. She had nice curves and showed a little cleavage. She swept her hair out of her eyes with a gesture, of her hand. "Hi Ryan."

"Hi. Can I help---- Pete! Is that you?" I thought I was floored before. "Holy shit, Pete! What the hell?"

He-- I couldn't really say he anymore. She smiled. "I took the name Patricia, or Trisha, if you like. Could I come in?"

"I--I-- sure. Come in." I watched her as she walked to the kitchen table. Not just her, but her ass. There is no way a guy's ass moves like that. The baggy clothes must have hid her changes. Holy Shit; what the hell was wrong with me. I suddenly felt like a virgin watching my first porn movie. 

She turned toward me. Her shoulder length hair was styled and she was wearing smoky green eye shadow. Her smile could have melted the polar icecap. "Got another beer, Ryan?"

"S---Sure, help yourself." I gestured toward the fridge. She turned and bent over, reaching for a bottle. Her ass stuck out and I started getting an erection. I plopped in my chair, trying to hide my discomfort. I reached for my beer and chugged it down. I needed to numb myself a little. She sat across from me and took a seductive, sip from her bottle. She was extremely feminine. In fact, she was seriously hot.

"What do you think? Will I pass?"

"S--Sure Pe-- Trisha. Y--You sure look like a w--woman." I went to set my empty bottle on the table and missed. I didn't however, miss my foot. The pain brought me out of my daze. 

She giggled. She actually giggled. Trisha reached for the bottle and accidentally gave me a cleavage shot with a nipple slip. Her breasts were forming well. I-- had to rip my gaze away from her chest before she caught me. I was going to have to definitely rethink my sexuality. 

We talked for almost two uncomfortable hours. Uncomfortable for me that is. Trisha was perfectly fine. In fact she was more at home than Pete ever was. She told me that she had been on hormones for 9 months and she said she noticed some small changes to her body. That was almost like saying the Grand Canyon was a little deep. Trisha also said that she felt better about coming out completely and it was great to shed that part of her life. 

"I wasn't sure how I would look after I started my transition. Between the mones, the clothes and the dieting and makeup, I guess I did alright. Maybe I just need to be fucked."

"What did you say?" I gasped.

She looked at me funny. "All I said was that I needed a little luck. Why did you ask?"

"Oh, no reason." Came out a few octaves higher than normal. My mind was in the gutter, mostly because it was keeping the rest of my body company. 

"Ryan I am getting some surgery this coming Friday. She cupped her tits. "The girls are getting a makeover. I don't suppose I could get you to look in on me afterwards?" 

"S---Sure Trisha. N--No problem." I stuttered

"Thanks for being a dear. Maybe I should take a taxi to the hospital. I'm going to be there for a few days."

"I could take you." Came out before I realized it. 

"That would be so sweet, Ryan." She placed her hand on mine and a small jolt of static electricity jumped between us. "Thanks for letting me ride you." I started again. 

"What, Trisha!"

"I was just thanking you for the ride to the hospital. Maybe you should have your hearing checked." 

After she finally left I rose up from my chair. I knew I was still hard from her visit. I realize it had been a long time since I had sex last, but this was ridiculous. What the fuck was happening to me? I knew I wasn't gay, because Trisha looked female. Man did she look female! This is going to take a lot of getting use to and sorting out. 

A week later I got her back home. She was very sore and swollen. I did what I promised; I took care of her while she recuperated. I am nowhere near the cook she is, so I got take out a lot. After another week, she was back to normal enough to where she could get around pretty easy. Of course the swelling of her chest went down a bit, but she still had a hell of a rack. Problem was that she looked hooter, I mean hotter than before. "I'm going to Hell, I just know I am." I said to no one.

Our dinners together dwindled down to twice a week. Even though she worked from her home computer, Trisha still went out with some friends. The others were transwomen as well. I got a good look at some of them. They were all decent looking, but they didn't hold a candle to Trisha. One Saturday morning; 2:30 am to be precise; I was dragged out of a dream by someone pounding on my door. 

When I finally got it open, Trisha came spilling into my arms. Spilling was the operative word, because more than likely, she didn't spill a drop all night. I got the distinct feeling that she was feeling no pain whatsoever.

"Hi sw---eetie." She slurred. Her breath smelled flammable. Christ, I don't want to say that her attire was revealing, but if she was showing any more flesh, she would have been streaking. Trisha wore a micro mini skirt and knit top that plunged well below the equator. They almost met in the middle somewhere. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Her hair was now blonde.

"Baby----- I think you drank--- a ---- little too mooch."

"I didn't, but I got the feeling you did." I half supported her weight. "Maybe we better get you home girl." I grabbed my keys and we stumbled to her place. I helped her into her bed. She thrashed around a bit and grabbed the remote off her nightstand. Her TV lit up and showed a woman bent over and getting fucked from behind. The man was pounding away at her mercilessly. Something was flopping between her legs and a close up showed it to be a penis. WTF She had a penis? Over and over the guy pounded her until he pulled out and spewed on her back. I took the remote from Trisha and turned it off. 

She managed to make it to her feet. "C--could you do m----e a teensy, w----eensy little favor, Ry?" 

I was still stunned over what I saw on the TV. "What do you need Trisha?"

"Would y--ou be so kind as to f--uck me like that?" She leaned in. I think she wanted me to kiss her. A heartbeat later she puked all over me, fell into my arms and passed out. 

We were both covered in vomit that reeked of alcohol. I half dragged, half carried her to the bathroom. Her top, miniskirt and most of her cleavage were pretty much white washed. I half ass propped her up, sitting on toilet. I thought about it and realized that I was going to strip her down. I pulled her top up. Her new tits just about spilled out of her bra. Vomit was drying her chest and her belly. I didn't have a choice. Her bra was front clasp, so I popped it. As much as I tried not to, I had to look. Her tits were well worth the money she paid. My problem was that, even covered in vomit, between her face and everything that I could see, Trisha was very beautiful. 

I wet a washcloth in warm water and washed her chest. She didn't even stir. She was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. When I finished with her, I worked on myself. She did a number on both of us, but the stench was almost gone. I retrieved a nightshirt from her bedroom. I worked her arms into the shirt and pulled it over her head. I pulled her up to a standing position. Trisha's arms fell over my shoulder. She stirred and groaned. 

"Wh---o?" She moaned. Her eyes never opened. 

"It's me Trisha; Ryan." She smiled.

"Ryan, is it really you?" She apparently talked in her sleep. 

"Yes, Trisha. It's me. We're going to get you in bed."

"Ryan------ Yes, please fuck me Ryan. I love you so much." She slumped in my arms and was out cold again. 

An hour later I was laying on Trisha's couch, wondering what the hell was going on. She was sleeping peacefully in her bed. What I just found out, floored me. Trisha had to be telling what she felt. People don't lie in their sleep. It wasn't that long ago, she was a guy. I guess along with the overwhelming urge to be female, she also preferred men over women. Actually now that her feelings for me were out in the open, it kind of made sense why she hung around me. I really didn't know how I felt about it. I've known her for a while now as both Pete and Patricia. She is my best friend. Would her feelings for me, affect me different if she were biologically female? I don't know. She looks female, acts female and feels female. I wish I knew what I was going to do.

The next morning, Trisha was still asleep. I let myself back into my apartment. I started coffee and hit the shower. I heard a knock on the door as I finished dressing. It was Trisha. It was amazing, that even after the night she had, she still was beautiful, even holding herself up against the door jam. 

"Hey, Ryan." She looked like she needed coffee and an aspirin the size of the Empire State Building. 

I nodded toward the kitchen. "Coffee?" I poured her a cup and we sat down at the table. I waited till she swallowed her pain killer. "You, okay?"

She ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, except for this brass band practicing in the back of my head." She took another sip from her mug. " I remember being here last night and then I woke up in my bed in my pajamas. What happened?"

"You were blitzed Trisha. I took you home and you puked in your bed room. I cleaned you up and put you to bed."

"Well, that explains the smell. Suppose you saw everything?"

"I had to--."

Trisha interrupted me. "I'm not complaining. I trust you totally. You have always taken care of me Ry. I guess that you are the only one that I do trust totally. I just want to know if I said or did anything stupid."

I smiled. "Other than beating on my door in the middle of the night, puking on me and passing out? Nothing that I could think of." I lied. She looked relieved. 

Hours later, Trisha came by before I started dinner. She looked recovered and dressed to go out. "Let a friend take you to dinner?"

I picked a place down town. Dinner was nice. Trisha chatted away and I found that I really enjoyed her company. The discomfort that I had felt before, in her presence, had completely vanished. We left and I drove us back to the Condo. It was a warm night and I suggested that we go for a walk. She quickly agreed and she put her arm in mine. We walked for half an hour or so, down a path through the woods. We sat down on a bench off the path.

"Something's on your mind, Ryan. Care to tell me." Had to hand it to her, she wasn't dumb at all.

I turned to face her. "I lied to you this morning. Last night you told me that you loved me."

"My God." Tears formed in her eyes and she tried to turn away. I gently took her wrist and pulled her back. She wouldn't or couldn't look at me. I lifted her chin so she could look me in the eye.

"It's alright Trisha. I'm not mad." I smiled. "Actually I'm kind of flattered."

"Ryan, I never meant for you to know that. I've tried so hard to keep it to myself."

I hugged her. "Trisha, you are a decent person and a good friend. I'm sure you will find somebody nice." Her sent was almost intoxicating.

She backed away from me. Her eyes narrowed. "I just as well as admitted that I loved you and your reaction is that you hug and comfort me?"

"I'm not a bastard, Trisha. You're my friend."

"That's not what I'm saying. If you had been anybody else and a person, that use to be a guy, admitted that they loved you; you would run for the hills. In fact, you go so far as to hug me and make sure I was alright?" She smiled. "You never even hesitated."

"Again, Trisha. You're my friend." Her face suddenly held a knowing look.

She leaned toward me. "Know what I think?"

Trisha was a little too close. "W--What?" I croaked. 

"I think you like me Ry."

"O--Of course I lo---like you." But I'm not sure I liked where this was going. 

"You're backpedaling Ry. Know what I think?" She repeated. "I think you like me a lot. I caught you checking me out once and I thought I imagined it." She placed her hand on my leg. "I didn't, did I?"

"D-----Didn't, w----what Trisha?"

"You think I'm hot, don't you?" She slid closer.

"I-I-I-I-I" Christ! I couldn't move.

Her mouth was next to my ear. "You've fantasized about me." She whispered. "You've dreamed of holding me and kissing me."

"Damn it Trish." I took hold of her shoulders. 

"We're all alone out here Ry. No one will know. Do it. I know you want to. Show me how you feel." She was right. I wanted to so bad. With a sexy smile, she slid her arms around my neck. We were practically nose to nose. "You've never hesitated about anything, since I've known you." 

Her lips were so close. They brushed mine and pulled away. She wanted me to take the initiative. Her lips were scorching as I crushed them against mine. Fuck, me. I was cooked. I crushed her body up against mine. Damn, she felt great. Trish's tongue snaked between my lips. After a bit, she pulled back. She looked me square in the eye.

"So how was that, Ry?" She knew she was in the catbird seat.

"It was okay." I lied. "Nothing special."

She laughed. "Liar. I know better." Her hip rubbed up against my erection.

"Shit. I'm fucked."

Trisha smiled. "Yes you are, Ry."

We made it back to her place and I was still trying to figure out what was happening to me. She pushed me backwards on the bed. Trisha pulled her top over her head and stripped her bra off. Fuck, she was so hot! She cupped her tits and then crawled on all fours, across the bed to me. I was straddled and she pulled my head into her tits. My mouth sucked her nipples. Trisha moaned and road my hard on through my pants. 

"Want me to give you a whole new meaning to the phrase blow job, Baby?"

"Shit, yes!" By now I was totally under her control. We both stripped the rest of our clothes and I was in total awe of her. Here was this perfect, beautiful woman sporting a 6 inch erect cock. Trisha straddled me again and rubbed both of our erections together. She took my hand and wrapped it around her cock. She stroked me as I stroked her. I was so fucking hard! 

"Got a treat for you Ry." Trisha crawled farther up my body. Her erection was inches from my mouth and I flinched. I thought that I was getting the blow job, not giving it. She scrapped the head of her dick across my lips. "You are going to love this Ry. Stick out your tongue." I complied. Her cock slapped against my tongue. "Kiss it Baby." I did.

She circled my lips with the head of her cock. "Open Ry." I did as she said and she slid her cock into my mouth. Trisha settled into a doggy style position for the woman, unfortunately for me, I was the doggy. Her hips rocked back and forth as she fucked my mouth. "God, that feels so good Ry." After a few moments, which seemed like hours, Trisha pulled out and slid back down. She kissed my sore mouth. 




Trisha



"That was so good Ry. I knew you'd be good at it. My turn now Baby. Trisha slid farther and settled down between my legs. She locked her eyes on mine and put her hands outside my legs to prop herself up. Trisha licked my dick up to the head in one big slurp. "Like that baby?"

"Fuck, Trisha. You are so hot." I marveled at how beautiful and sexy, my neighbor had become. She slowly engulfed my cock. The lustful expression on her face turned me on so much. First she would lick me, then swallow me whole, all the while eye fucking me at the same time. I would like to say that my mind was in conflict with the thoughts that she use to be a guy. But the only thing on it was trying not to cum too soon. 

I pulled her up to me and we .... Well kissed doesn't even begin to describe it. It was like our lips merged. It wasn't a fight or a struggle for dominance. It was more like complete acceptance of each other. This was where we wanted to be. It was where we needed to be. There would be no shame and no regrets. Just the desire of two people that hungered for this moment. I looked into her eyes. There was no doubt in my mind that her soul was female. 

Her soft smile only reinforced what I felt for her. "What do you want Ry?"

I smiled back. "I have what I want, Trisha. I don't even know why I fought these feelings. I want you Baby." 

The tears in her eyes said it all. After a long kiss, she whispered. "Make love to me Ry."

"My pleasure beautiful." I took her in my arms again. This was more than just lust. I truly wanted her and wasn't ashamed to admit it. She seemed to melt in my arms. Her lips met mine again and I knew in my heart that I would always want her with me, in my life; this close and this intimate. She seemed to know it too. There was no holding back; no hesitance. 

"I love you Ryan." she said as she rolled on top and straddled me. 

I smiled. "Ditto." I replied. She rose up and she took my erection into her. Trisha's eyes widened a bit and then half closed as she sat down, bottoming out. Her ass gripped me as she slowly rose up, just to fall again, impaling herself. Her actions became quicker, almost frantic as she rode me. Our hands held each other, with almost a white knuckle grip. I knew I was close to losing it when her eyes rolled back and she screamed. I yelled as well, while the rush of the orgasm surged through me like an unrelenting force. 

Our breathing returned to normal and she slid down beside me. Her tears wet my chest as we held on to each other. She sobbed briefly and I raised her chin so I could see her beautiful eyes. 

"I love you Trisha."

She smiled through her joyful tears. "Ditto".



Trisha



I think the technical term for my little perversion is "Hotwife." I'm not sure if you can call it technical though. I don't like it. It is too vague. The little twenty-somethings walking their kindergarteners to school in their yoga pants and sports bras are hot wives. It doesn't do anything for me. I guess I am just old-school. I like the term slut.

We never would have thought to do anything like this. Tom and I are just too boring. I only got the idea because one night we were skipping through the channels in bed and he stopped when he saw a pair of tits. I closed my eyes. I don't mind porn but I hate those badly acted, silicone filled light porn shows they put on cable late at night. I was listening.

The woman's husband was out of town and she was turning tricks to keep the family afloat. The idea that she would do that didn't appall me, I found it empowering and I started watching. Each guy she would be with she would call and tell him. he wasn't pissed at her, he found it exciting. Tom turned to me and teasingly asked if I would get off calling him while he was out of town to tell him I just made a thousand bucks getting fucked.

"Do you think I could get a thousand dollars? I'm kind of old?"

"I'll pay a grand for that ass, he joked back."

"Lets see the cash." We were just joking until he got out of bed and went to his den. He came back with ten $100 bills. 

"Make it worth my money?"

"What do you want?"

Mostly he wanted head. I try to give him head. It's not really my thing. My jaw always hurts before he gets there. I don't mind the cum but like I said, it doesn't usually get to that. I also usually stop because since we both passed forty, if I want to get laid I can't let him come. When I tried to stop he said no. It was his money. Being told no was something new. I don't think he had ever told me what to do, or what not to do. He played with my tits the whole time. Normally I stop him, I didn't. It was his dollar. He came like a fire hose. I spit it out on his belly and got a towel to wipe it up. I figured that's what a real whore would do.

He wanted to suck on my tits. I let him. I let him do it as long as he wanted. I was a wet mess down there. I wanted to get off so bad. He wasn't hard yet. I asked him what would make him hard again. He had me stroke it. He actually told me to play with his balls. I had never played with his balls like that. It was kind of strange. I don't think I knew they moved like that. It was taking a while and he told me I could play with myself.

I sucked his half hard cock while he let me finger myself. I came in a second but didn't want to stop. My moaning did it for him. he was hard again.

"Will you do me now?"

He made me be on top. He had me do all the work. He coached me. He actually told me what he liked and what he wanted. We actually really needed this. I arched my back and put on a show. I don't think I ever realized how much he wanted to play with my tits. I don't think a whore is supposed to come like that. I don't know, maybe they do. I came twice riding his cock and then focused purely on getting him off. Fuck spinning; spend twenty minutes on your knees working your ass up and down. He did come, finally. 

He tried to kiss me and I didn't let him. I just remember that from the movie. I actually had no idea how long it had been but I told him it was an hour. I asked him if he was good or if he wanted to buy another hour. He said he was good. I got up and made a show of getting dressed and leaving the bedroom. I waited for him in the living room. It took forever to figure it out but he did eventually come out.

"I want a cigarette. It seems like I'm supposed to smoke." I had never really smoked regularly but yeah, back in the day I did when all my friends did. He disappeared and I really hoped he wasn't going to the store. He was back in a minute with about half a pack of cigarettes. We sat on the patio smoking. We both agreed. That was the hottest sex since our second son was born.

"Now you would call me and tell me what you did. Was he a good trick? Did you get off? That kind of stuff."

I giggled. "I could never take money for it."

"What if you didn't take any money?" He was serious. It scared me a little.

He went to Houston two weeks later. Everything was normal. I didn't have a date that trip. On his second night gone he called before bedtime and said goodnight to the kids. I waited. I read a dirty book I had picked up. It was awful but there was one scene I pretended to happen. It was after two in Houston when I called him. He answered groggily.

"He just left. Do you want to know what he liked?"

"Really? Shit?!" his voice went from groggy to alert in two words.

"No, dummy. Not really."

He relaxed. "Yes. Tell me."

I told him about the guy. I told him it was a dad from the school. I described him as chubby and hairy. Tom was chubby and hairy but I said this guy was worse. I told him it started normal. He wanted a blow job."

He asked for details and I made them up. He liked having a finger up his ass. He liked it really hard. I told him my neck was sore after blowing him.

"Tom? Are you jacking off?"

"Um, no."

"I think you are lying. It's okay. If you aren't, I want you to."

He told me to hold on and came back in a few seconds. I imagined he got a towel or something.

"It took forever to get him off and my neck was tired but then he wanted me from behind."

"I love imagining you with your ass in the air getting fucked."

I told him how long it took me to come; his cock was so small, but that he tried really hard. I made up a think about his cock being bent. He growled a little and I figured I made him come. We talked a little longer and then I told him I should let him sleep. I don't think he wanted to hang up. I made him and went to bed. It was maybe twenty minutes later I heard my phone ding. I read the text message.

"what if you really did it?" I didn't respond. I figured he would think I was asleep.

The next two weeks were normal or the most part. We did all of our daily routines, at least until the kids were in bed. Once we were tucked it, rather than watch some bad television we would make up stories. He would make up dates for me and then I would fantasize about how they went telling him in graphic detail what I did. We were fucking like rabbits. When his next trip came up and I dropped him at the airport I hated to see him go. I pretended everything was normal and waited to call him that night and pretend I'd had a date. It was midnight and I was getting ready to call him when his text came in. he was still out, the customer was a lush apparently and was making the most of Tom's expense account. I went to bed kind of sad. I was asleep when the text message came in. I had my phone set loud, I always did when he was out of town, and I woke up and read it.

"You need to be at the Sheraton at 7:00. Wear the little black dress without the back."

"WHAT?!?!?" I texted back.

"Keith. You met him a couple of times."

"Call me the minute you leave."

"NO. OMG?!?!" It was automatic.

"Call me in the morning. I'm beat. Love you!"

"Love you, too." I answered. I didn't sleep. I couldn't believe it. I knew there was no way I could go through with it but I also didn't want to say no.

By the time the morning came, I had decided he was just fucking with me. I decided to fuck with him back. One, it would be fun. Two, maybe he wasn't fucking with me. I texted him instead saying I couldn't wear the dress he wanted. I'm 44 okay. I think I am a pretty hot 44 but still, I need some support to wear a dress and the one he wanted had no back. There was nothing all the way to my ass.

"Love, you don't need the Spanks and crap. Trust me. You aren't out to impress women. It is one guy. He will like it." It took another 200 messages for him to wear me down but I relented. I canceled everything else I had going that day. I took an hour-long bath. I expected to spend the day nervous or grossed out or some combination of the two. I had told our teenager she was in charge and to feed her younger brothers. She protested but would do it. I left the house at four and met a girlfriend for happy hour, just for the liquid courage. We talked about sex. She and her Husband were into bondage. I lied and said Tom and I didn't have a thing yet. A

At six we left the bar. I was feeling a little buzzed but not drunk. I went to the health club to use the locker room. Out of my gym bag I put on the little black dress, heels and nothing else. I was smiled at by every guy I passed leaving. I drove to the Sheraton nervous I was at the right one. 

I was sitting in line to valet park and texted him. "Are you sure?"

I knew my Tom. I expected him to tell me it was up to me and whatever I wanted was okay. He was soft like that. It was my out. If he said that, I couldn't be the one to say I wanted to fuck another man.

"It's too late now. Go get em! Tell me everything. I'm eating in the hotel room so you can call me as soon as you are done." A young Latino boy wanted my car keys. I gave them and went inside.

I had a vague idea of what Keith looked like but once inside I couldn't find him. I sat at the bar alone. It wasn't quite seven. I ordered another margarita. The businessman beside me paid for it. I never would have let that happen but I figured a whore would. I told him I was meeting someone and he was nice enough about it. He was a pretty good-looking guy. He was maybe my age. He was quiet for another minute or two and then he said it. "I'll be here till Friday. If you want someone to meet tomorrow, call me." He handed me a business card. His name was Randall. It was that easy. Fuck me" I thought, then giggled to myself. Literally, fuck me! 

"Hi." I heard from behind me. I turned to see Keith. He looked younger than I remembered but seemed tired, or shy or something. I asked him to sit down. He ordered a beer. 

You always hear in the movies or in books, most guys just want a woman to talk to. That was all Keith wanted. Since his divorce he had not been on a date in two years. He was struggling with kids that misbehaved and women he couldn't get to go out a second time. I told him, he needed to not play the hurt puppy. Women didn't want the hurt puppy. He apologized. I told him that was exactly what he didn't want to do.

He asked if I wanted to get dinner and I realized it was time. I didn't have to do anything after all. I wasn't really a whore. I also realized I was going to do it. I could eat and let him babble on more but I wasn't hungry and he wasn't really that interesting. "Do you have a room."

"Yes." He muttered embarrassingly.

"Why don't we just go to your room?" I suggested. He paid and I stood up. Randal Businessmen smiled at me and made a little phone gesture holding his hand up to his ear. Wholly fuck, I thought.

"I wasn't expecting to hear from you till later?" I could tell Tom had been drinking. I guess it made sense. I had been drinking it was a good night for it. I was still shaking. It was only 9:15. We had gotten to the room a little before eight and I had rounded his hour up. At nine I got out of bed and got dressed leaving Keith sweaty and panting. I think he might have been crying. I had slipped back into the bar. I ordered a wine. I wished it was stronger.

"So?"

"So? What?" I felt like I was being stupid. I sounded mad I think because Tom was quiet. "Sorry. I'm just."

"I'm sorry, Trisha. I didn't mean to make you..."

"Oh my god, stop." I told him. I didn't want to be too loud. 

"You sound upset."

I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure how to tell him, what to tell him. "No. Oh my god. Kind of the opposite."

"It was good?" he asked. "Tell me. I wish I was there." That was it. I had him. Fuck, I am just a dirty fucking slut. That was the point though. "You aren't though. You are there, all alone in your little hotel room, half drunk while your slut wife turns tricks at home. " I hated to do it to him but the whole time I was doing it, I just got more excited. "Do you like that?"

"Yes."

"You like being married to a dirty little slut?"

"Yes. Tell me."

"I can't. There is a guy here in the bar that wants some attention."

"Fuck, Trish. Are you serious?"

I was drunk with power. I have no other way to explain it. "Can I fuck him Tommy?" I wanted to be dirtier. I wanted to be filthy. "That first guy, he didn't get me off. Can I fuck another one Tommy? Please?" I had nearly talked myself into an orgasm.

"Yes. Fuck him hard. Call me. Tell me how he fucks you."

"Are you jacking off, thinking about me getting fucked?"

"Twice already and I think I will again."

"You better." I looked over at Randall. He was just looking at me.

"I love you, Tom."

"I love you, too. Call me." The technical term for Tom is Cuckold and it is accurate. 

I dialed the business man's number and I watched him as he answered it.

"Hi." He said.

"My date didn't go like I hoped."

"Do you want to get a bite to eat?" I don't know what it is with guys and dinner but even now, everyone wants to eat.

"Do you have a room?" I asked.

I was home by eleven. I gave my daughter a movie review I was repeating from the paper. She commented on my dress suspiciously. 

In bed, in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt I called Tommy. We talked for two hours. I told him everything. I basically sucked cock for almost two hours. I didn't swallow I told him. That was for him only. I could hear his hand slapping up and down on his cock. We hung up and I passed out.

The next day my thighs ached. Being on top was getting me in shape. Tommy called me four times a day the next two days. Some calls were sweet, sometimes they were all about the kids. The ones late at night were filthy and we both jacked off until we couldn't come anymore.

Tommy liked to watch me get picked up. I have three slutty dresses now. I can't go back to the Sheraton. They said they didn't allow that kind of thing in their hotel. 

Tommy is allowed to set me up. He uses an adult website. The guys he finds are always hotter and they let him watch. Sometimes he joins in but that is just when I make him. He really liked to just watch and jack off and then fuck me after.

I am a total slut. I love it. I go to the normal housewife functions and listen to women bitch about their husbands and kids and smile to myself. I know I've banged married guys. At first it pissed me off but not enough not to do it. Now I just think about their lazy wife at home. If she would just listen to him when he wants to complain about life and suck his dick every now and then he wouldn't be fucking me.

I'm not a hooker. I don't charge. I bet that pisses the real hookers off. I've gotten some nice shit out of it. Randall Businessman comes to town every couple of months. He gave me a tennis bracelet, its real. The manager of the Tire place is an asshole. He is one of those bald guys with tattoos that thinks he's a hells angel. Tommy had dropped off my car to get tires and went I went to pick it up he said he would just tear up the invoice if I sucked his dick. I sucked the shit out of him in the back of the garage. I can still remember the stink of all the tires around us. I went straight to Tommy's office after and told him. He fucked me in the back seat of my car. It was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. 

I try sometimes to hate myself but it doesn't take. I'm a slut and my Tommy loves me for it.