1 comments/ 51161 views/ 2 favorites Cross Dressing By: pamper1 Several days ago as Kait and I sat around wondering what to do for the night, we came across the movie 9 1/2 weeks with Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger. I love that movie and it was at the part were they both went to this English club and Kim was dressed as a man. Well, not to put down my beautiful sexy girlfriend here, I suggested that we should dress her as a man and go out. At first she was alittle hesitant to do that so I said no problem. I guess she gave it some thought and went upstairs into the bedroom. She came several minutes later wearing some blue jeans, a white man's shirt with a tie and sport coat over it. She had on white sneakers and a ball cap. Since we don't have men here it was hard to find clothes that she could wear. She looked great!! You couldn't tell she was a girl by any means. The shirt was loose enough around her chest as to not indicate she had boobs and the jacket covered her up from the side. I asked her if she wanted to take a chance and go out to grab a bite and she said yes. I changed out of my shorts and into a sundress with heels. We went down to a nearby restaurant and sat next to each other there in the booth. The waitress came and asked what we wanted, Kait ordered first in the lowest voice she could muster. She sounded like a kid with a cold. I was laughing. I ordered after and we both cracked up after the waitress had left the table. As we sat there I was stroking her thigh thru her jeans and she ran her fingertips over my soft lips under my sundress. I looked around and saw a few people looking our way but turned away. Kait continued to rub my lips together then slid her finger between my folds and rubbed my clit. She kept rubbing my clit as the waitress came over and put our salads down. She could only smile but her eyes were on Kait. Kait whispered to me that she wanted me to cum there at the table either by her hand or my own. I let her finger my pussy for a bit longer before she started a cramp in her wrist then I took over. I know from under the table you would be able to see me rubbing my pussy so I could only imagine what people were seeing when they looked our way. I felt my pussy tighten and my legs involuntarily tremble. I knew my orgasm was near and Kait knew it too. She reached across me with her left hand and squeezed my left boob and that did it. I felt a gush of pussy juice shoot from inside my walls, the sensation was incredible as I sat there pumping my fingers into myself while my thumbs rubbed directly on my clit. The waitress came up and set our plates down as I was finishing stroking myself. She bent way into the table after setting down Kait's plate and told Kait that he looks good dressed as a guy and would love to see her without the disguise. Kait looked at me and smiled knowing she wasn't fooling the waitress if anyone. I finished rubbing my hot pussy and we commenced to eating. After we were done eating, Kait went to the counter and paid the waitress. She slipped the waitress her business card and said to call anytime to see the real person under the clothes. She said she would and we left the eatery. We stopped and grabbed some Starbucks on the way home and the manager there looked at Kait really hard then smiled and said, 'gotcha' we both laughed, thanked him and went on home. Once home I couldn't her out of her clothes fast enough only push her down on the loveseat and dive between her outstretched legs. She folded her legs on my shoulders as my tongue pounced on her pussy. I licked her slow then faster, going in a bit then deeper still. I sucked her clit and fingered her backside till she exploded on my tongue. I tongued her from front to back, stabbing at both her entrances. Her pussy was so yummy that I kept licking her till she was squirming away because it was starting to tickle. She told me to play with myself and I did. Bringing myself to another slow and enriching orgasm all the while looking into her ocean blue eyes. That was so much fun although we didn't fool anyone. Cross Dressing: A Hypothesis First as a young adult and then as a psychologist, I read extensively in an attempt to find an explanation for my cross dressing behavior. Several psychological hypotheses have been proposed in the literature but I did not find any of them to be compelling. While I don't think it is an explanation for cross-dressing, one hypothesis that resonated somewhat with me was what is called petticoating or pinaforing. Petticoating is feminizing (cross dressing) males as a method of discipline and control. The basic hypothesis is that petticoating was used as a maternal discipline technique or punishment that relied on eliciting humiliation and submission to discipline a boy. This experience it is proposed leads to the boy becoming a cross dresser. The woman petticoating a boy calls him her sissy boy, which through association becomes a verbal trigger for the same feelings of humiliation and submission aroused through the actual petticoating. This hypothesis in another permutation substitutes an older sister or other female relative such as an aunt for the mother. A final permutation proposes a role for the practice in older males in which the petticoating is applied by a girlfriend, spouse or even a relative stranger such as a neighbor. I don't think that this hypothesis accounts for cross-dressing as a behavioral phenomenon. I don't believe that I was subjected to petticoating as a young child and don't have any recollection of it, if it occurred. However, I found that the basic thrust of the practice has some appeal because a male is required to cross dresses by someone else and thereby does not have to accept responsibility for the behavior or feel guilt for engaging in it. This is no doubt one reason that the idea enjoys some popularity among a segment of cross dressers. Feelings of guilt about cross-dressing are probably common and have always been a source of conflict for me, which I think accounts for why the idea of petticoating resonates with me rather than because it elicits suppressed memories. Without any direct evidence to support the idea, I have concluded that there must be a biological basis for the behavior. First, the initial signs of the phenomenon usually appear at a young age. Second, it seems to always have a compulsive like hold on the individual exhibiting it. Third, it is a phenomenon that has appeared throughout recorded history. Finally, it can be found in many different cultures. Therefore, it seems likely that there is some sort of biological process driving the behavior. I found no evidence that it is heritable and thus the basis must not be genetic, unless epigenetic. In the latter case, gene expression could be altered by pre-partum or possibly post-partum events that are not in themselves heritable but affect gene expression. It is well established that things like stressful events whether from internal or external sources, at critical times, can affect fetal development by affecting the biochemical environment in which development is taking place. Unusual changes in hormones can affect masculinization or feminization of the fetal nervous system of either sex. Such an event might well have behavioral affects. This is more likely to happen to males because the female is the core biological unit of the species and is more biologically robust than are males and thus less vulnerable to biological insult. The gender continuum from feminine to masculine is broad and only overlaps with the biological continuum from female to male in part. Men who are drawn to cross dress, I think are closer to the feminine end of the gender continuum and the female end of the biological continuum than are typical men. Even in cases of "feminized males" there will be a continuum of variation as evidenced in the range of expression seen in such men. This can be as mild as a preference for certain "feminine touches in dress" to the extreme of desiring physical transformation as in transsexuals. I think that biologically female children are sensitized to orient on female models in their environment during development just as we are all sensitized to orient on spoken language. Women adopt by imitation and instruction the social conventions of time and place related to the expression of femininity (e.g., nurturance, beauty, sex appeal). These conventions can encompass a variety of practices such as choice of clothing, cosmetics, various types of adornment and behaviors. These conventions are intended to enhance a woman's femininity and draw a gender contrast with the opposite sex. A biological male who is sensitized toward the feminine end of the continuum will tend to be drawn, to some extent, to orienting on and imitating the same social conventions referred to above to express that feminine tendency. Thus, I think this is a possible source of the compulsion found in some men to cross dress. It is sometimes observed of cross dressers that their tastes run to the extreme or the ultra feminine, which may be a factor in the depreciating characterization of femmophile males by society. I think this often observed over-the-top behavior in cross dressers is overcompensation related to an attempt to mask their essential maleness, limited opportunities to express the feminine aspect of their identity and the usually limited development of the feminine aspect of their identity or some combination or all three. As a result, women are often critical of attempts to imitate them that appear to border on caricature and men see cross dressing as a threat to traditional gender behavior and thereby to the basis for their own gender identity. Understandably, most women put more emphasis on comfort and utility in dress than on trying to exaggerate their feminine appearance. After all, unlike many cross dressers, they are at liberty to emphasize their feminine appearance whenever they want and as a result of learning history usually do so with style rather than flamboyance. In fact, full-time cross dressers who adopt a female life style are concerned with "passing" and adopt modes of dress and behavior that facilitates blending into the general female population unnoticed. There is even a subculture of serious part-time cross dressers who work at learning to develop a "passable" presentation through support groups that often includes wives or girlfriends. Thus, the flamboyant or ultra feminine style is not characteristic of all or even most cross dressers. If one is going to cross dress in public the surest way to avoid ridicule is to go unnoticed. There is one major conundrum in all this. If the compulsion to cross dress is rooted in a biologically based push toward developing a feminine identity, why is it so erotic and sexually arousing that it often leads to masturbation? Most if not all women recognize the erotic potential that female clothing holds for men and some are very adept at employing their style of dress to arouse men, which must carry with it some degree of satisfaction. I doubt, however, that this satisfaction reaches the level of erotic arousal that many cross-dressing men get from wearing womens' clothing. Perhaps the sexual arousal experienced by cross dressers is due to a novelty effect or the stimulation that comes from doing something that is "forbidden' by conventional mores. Another possibility is that expression of the feminine component in the personality sexually arouses the male component in the personality leading to mono-sexual behavior (sex with oneself), especially in the absence of other outlets. In the case of the first two possibilities one would expect that if done regularly over a period of time an individual would become habituated to it and it would no longer be especially arousing. In the latter case, one would expect that if and when other directed outlets for sexual expression become available at least some of the self-directed behavior would be redirected. One especially positive outcome of my own cross dressing is that I think it has honed my empathetic abilities. The attempt to understand the feminine component in my own personality through attempts to put myself in the role of or "walk in the shoes" of women has improved my skill at perspective taking. For example, if I see a woman or an image of a woman, I can easily view that woman as "like me," in relation to the feminine component in my personality, and in my imagination project my consciousness on to her, which produces a strong sense of identification. On the other hand, I can just as easily view that woman as "sexual other" meaning I can look at her as being a female in contrasts to my sense of myself as male. I often find myself switching perspectives several times in relation to the same person or image in a given circumstance. The development of perspective taking and the role switching experiences that I have engaged in I believe have a neural basis. In recent years scientists have discovered a unique neuron called a mirror neuron. Apparently, these neurons are important to all types of learning and involve the neuron encoding visual representations of observed behavior and inferring the "mind" behind the behavior. The encoded images, thoughts and feelings can then be used as models to guide one's own efforts at behavioral replication. Replication is usually first done on a cognitive level and becomes a mental rehearsal for refining the performance before live practice. I think that mirror neurons have played an important role in activities related to my identities. The existence of these specialized neurons don't explain why I was motivated to focus on certain types of behavior to "mirror" but they do provide a mechanism for the apparent ability that I seemed to have developed for perspective taking. I think that everyone could benefit from the type of perspective taking that I have attempted. Unfortunately, most people would find this kind of activity too threatening and well beyond the boundaries of what is psychologically acceptable for one's socially assigned gender role. Da_Vida (Cross) Dressing for a Latex Party Pt. 01 We had been planning the outfit for months, and finally the day was upon us. The outfit was for me, not my wife. I have been a latex fetishist for years and I have slowly been able to bring my wife round to my way of thinking, although she is not as out there as me. We live in South Africa, where latex is scarce and expensive and really hard core fetish parties are few and far between. However I was determined to design an outfit for myself that would stun the small South African fetish world if I ever got the chance. So I started planning and thinking, often with a racing pulse and a raging hard on. I sent sketches and descriptions backwards and forward s to various top European latex designers and finally we had agreed on a design. Now all we needed was an event to showcase it. At last it was announced that a moderate fetish club in Cape Town would be hosting a latex evening and I took my chance. I will never forget my excitement when I placed the order for my outfit. We also decided that in order for my wife to fit in she would need something appropriate. After a few weeks of waiting a package arrived at the post office. I could not contain my excitement but my wife would not let me open the package until the morning of the party. Shortly after lunch it was time to start preparing. We decided that my wife would dress first, for two main reasons. When I saw her dressed up in her tight shiny ensemble it would keep me on edge for the rest of the afternoon but both her and my bodies would be off limits during the duration of the dressing so it would drive me WILD. Secondly, there is little chance that I would be able to contain myself at the house if I had dressed first. After she had got out of the shower, clean, freshly shaven all over and naked, she opened her latex box of magic. She was to be dressed in a classic manner, with a couple of twists, while I was to be the daring one... Her first item was a pair of black latex tights, complete with feet and built in vaginal dildo. My wife absolutely loves to do anal, but we though for an entire evening a pair of tights with both vaginal and anal dildos may be a bit much. It took her a while to get her tights on and to get the dildo aligned and fitting snugly. Once we had smoothed out the creases in the tights I liberally applied some silicone spray and buffed the tights up to a sheen. I must confess that I was naked while doing this and half way through the exercise I was unable to control myself and spontaneously ejaculated. My wife pretended to be angry, but deep down I could see she was turned on. She abruptly fitted by CB1000 chastity device before I had a chance to get hard again. Once she had her tights on, it was time for the corset. We had selected a boned PVC overbust one and it took me a while to lace her up tightly, something I was really looking forward to as it was my chance next. Over the corset she slipped on a white chiffon long sleeved fitted top. The corset was plainly visible under the top. Next she slipped on a black knee length latex pencil skirt, and I got to work polishing it with silicone spray. I managed to contain myself this time. Next she donned a pair of 6 inch black high heels. My wife is tall a 5 foot 10 so she now towered over me. I am a big heels fan so by now my manhood was struggling somewhat in the chastity device. That was her done for now. Accessories would follow later. She did mention to me that she was rather enjoying the latex dildo inside of her... Right, now it was my chance. The first item of my transformation was a full body black latex catsuit. It had feet, long sleeves and came up to my neck. It also contained a penis sheath and an anal opening. In order not to mess in the sheath later, I put on a condom and then began the lengthy process of squeezing into the catsuit. This took the better part of 15 minutes and due to the hard work and concentration involved I had by that stage lost my erection even though I was encased in a condom and a latex sheath. My wife took the opportunity to remove and refit put the chastity device on over the catsuit penis sheath, which both frustrated and excited me immensely. She then polished me up nicely Next my wife tightlaced me into a very stiff black PVC underbust corset. I had tried tightlacing before and my body was getting used to corsets so achieving the desired hourglass shape came reasonably easily. After that I pulled on a pair of black latex stockings, over the catsuit. These were kept in place by 10 suspender clasps that were attached to the bottom of the corset. It was all starting to come together and my head was buzzing... Next came a complete black latex head mask, with cutouts for eyes, nostrils and mouth. The feeling of my wife polishing my smooth latex head with silicone spray is hard to describe. After the mask my wife decided it was time for the custom made skirt. This was a clear latex hobble skirt, reaching down to mid calf level. It had a cut out for my bum (spanking skirt style) as well as a cutout in the front for my penis sheath to protrude. It was lace up at the back from the bottom of the cutout to the bottom of the skirt. I slipped it on, aligned my penis through the sheath (the chastity was by now removed so I was fully erect) and smoothed it out. Lacing up the skirt to restrict my movement would wait for later. Next I slipped my arms into a pair of black shoulder length latex gloves. So now my entire body was covered in latex, although my very erect penis was visible to all, albeit covered by a black latex sheath. But that was not all. I needed shoes. My wife had bought me the same 6 inch high heels that she was wearing, so I slipped those on and instantly felt a new sense of power. High heels do that to you... It was almost time for the finishing touches. A neck corset followed, to ensure that I remained fully erect throughout my body. By now it was nearly time to go, so my wife unpacked a huge black plastic anal vibrator that was operated via a 1.5m long cord with the controls on the end. She ordered me to spread my legs (the hobble skirt was not yet laced up) and slowly worked the lubricated anal sheath into place, before inserted the plug into my butt after liberally coating it in lubricant. It had a flared end and once in place, it was not coming out. Once that was done she laced up the bottom of the skirt rather tightly, so I could only walk in tiny steps. Finally, she applied some bright red lipstick to my lips and I was ready to go. She still had the finishing touches to put to her outfit. She also slipped on a full head latex mask and shoulder length gloves. I was in no state to help so she polished these herself. Lipstick also completed her outfit. She had ordered a limo to take us to the party. The driver was literally speechless when he saw us. My wife has a great body, and the tight shiny latex combined with the high heels, shiny stockings and corset made her a sight to behold. The driver must have been a bit more than bewildered with me, as I was dressed in the most hard core feminine clothes imaginable (corset, stockings, hobble skirt, high heels, lipstick etc) yet I had a large erection protruding from the opening in my hobble skirt. I became more and more nervous as we approached the club but I knew there was no turning back now... (Cross) Dressing for a Latex Party Pt. 02 Only once we were in limo and on our way, did I notice that my wife had brought along a little PVC backpack. I was curious to learn what was in it, but she advised that I need to be patient and it will be well worth the wait. My wife also whispered in my ear that seeing me dressed up like a latex slut that had got her extremely turned on and that combined with the fact that she was wearing a dildo that she could not remove due to the complication of her outfit had her buzzing and squirming. That in turn got me more worked up and my erection got even harder (if that was possible!) As we got closer to the club where the party was to be held I became more and more nervous. I had never been to a fetish party like this before and my main concern was whether I would be a little "overdressed." I needn't have worried. We were dropped right at the door and were inside in a flash. I certainly was overdressed, and was about to become even more overdressed, thanks to what my wife had in the backpack. However from the minute we walked in, people came over to us to admire by outfit and my wife's curves that she had poured into her tight latex. In order to let everybody know that I belonged to her, she had threaded the cord from my anal plug through the spanking hole in my skirt and was using it as a leash to keep me in check! She also alternated between turning it on and off, which kept me in a constant state of arousal and anticipation. Next she took me into the bathroom (thank goodness they were unisex) and asked me if I was ready to see what was in the bag. Of course I was! She pulled out not one, but two, giant dildos. One had straps attached so it would fit me like a g-string. She threaded this through my spanking skirt, folded the front of the skirt down ever so slightly so that the dildo would sit about 10cm above my own penis and then strapped it up firmly so I now had two penises. The other one I saw had a ball gag and straps attached to it. She placed the ball gag firmly in my mouth and tied the straps around my smooth latex clad head. The gag was therefore in my mouth and the dildo stuck out straight in front of me. These additions naturally created even more interest and several curious ladies requested my wife if they could run their hands over my smooth, tight, latex clad body. My wife made it clear that only my "real" penis was off limits. Anything else was free for all to explore. At one stage I had three gorgeous leather, latex and PVC clad girls rubbing their hands all over me... My wife told me to explore a bit as soon I would find it a lot more difficult to move around. This piqued my curiosity but I was also keen to see what the party had to offer, so my wife let me carry my own anal vibrator cord and go for a wander. By now my feet were getting a little sore as I was not used to walking around for lengthy periods of time in 6 inch heels. However the thrill it gave me was well worth it. Almost all of the people at the party were wearing black of some sort, however a girl wearing all white caught my eye. I tried to get a bit closer to have a look at her. Upon closer inspection I could see that she was wearing an all white catsuit, including gloves, a tightlaced white leather corset, a white tutu, and instead of wearing pointe shoes she was wearing a pair of ankle high ballet boots. Her hair was tied back into a tight bun. The perfect fetish ballerina. And best of all, she was able to walk in the ballet boots - a feat that is not accomplished with ease by many people. She was small, petite and carried herself really well, even though she was walking in ballet boots. I had only seen the back of her, so was pleasantly surprised when she turned around after being called by a friend. My heart skipped a beat. I was face to face with my PA from the office. I managed to compose myself and then remembered that I was covered from head to toe in latex and she would not recognise me. I also remembered that she was a ballerina, hence her ability to walk in those delicious ballet boots. In the office she had always seemed so innocent, but then again, I doubt whether she would have guessed it to be me under all my layers of latex either. As per my wife's suggestion I spent a bit more time exploring. Most people were dressed appropriately for a fetish party, but none had gone all out like I had. I loved the attention as well as the fact that I knew I may climax at any time and nobody would know, provided I could stay composed. However I wanted to stay on the edge for as long as possible. Another party goer caught my eye. She was a girl of medium height, but like most people at the party was wearing heels that looked at least 5 inches in height. They appeared to be in black patent leather and had no platform whatsoever. They were closed toe shoes and the heel was tapered down to a spike. Art. Her legs were encased in what appeared to be either black latex stockings or black latex tights. It was impossible to see because she was wearing a mid calf length fitted shiny gunmetal grey latex dress. It was long sleeve and had gloves built into it. But what made it really unique is that it had a high neck and a full face mask attached as well, so the dress and the mask were one. There were cutouts for her mouth, nostrils and eyes. The whole dress was extremely tight and this girl could only walk with very small steps, which she did with extreme care, deliberation and grace. Due to the tightness of the dress and the height of her heels, her hips swayed rather seductively with each step she took. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I spent a while walking around and got cornered by two rather pretty girls who were wearing remote control vibrators and had each other's remotes. It was rather exciting to watch them stimulate each other and they took great pleasure out of turning my vibrator on and off while sucking on my strategically placed dildos. Finally I retired to the bar and to a seat, although dressed in my attire it was rather difficult to sit so I managed to sort of lean against a bar stool. Due to the fact that I couldn't remove any of my clothing easily meant I wasn't' drinking alcohol as going to the toiler would be a problem. My wife found me there and by her amorous mood I could tell that the inaccessible dildo inside of her was working its magic. However she soon snapped out of that and informed me that it was now time to see what the final item in the backpack was. She opened it up and to my amazement presented me with a pair of knee length black ballet boots. I had been almost envious of my PA and her ballet boots and now I had my own, although I was terrified about how painful they would be and whether I would be able to walk in them. As previously mentioned, I have experience walking in high heels but not for long periods of time and certainly not in ballet heels. However I couldn't wait to get them on. My wife helped me onto a comfortable sofa (at least as comfortable as could be considering I had a 6 inch vibrator in my anus) and took my stilettoes off. She then slowly started lacing me into my ballet boots. I found that I needed to keep my feet relaxed for them not to hurt, but the pain was overshadowed by my intense thrill at seeing my very own feet and legs being encased in a tight pair of ballet boots, where they would be immovable. After what seemed like an eternity she was finally done and only then did I realise that a small crowd had gathered, including both my PA and the girl in the gunmetal latex dress. My wife helped me up and my PA came over to offer advice on how to stand and walk in the ballet boots, seeing as she was quote the expert. I was too busy trying to ensure that she didn't recognise me to take in what she was saying, but I think I did okay because I was able to walk all of 10 steps to a private room that my wife had organised. I now must have been a real site, dressed in a latex catsuit, latex stockings with 10 clasp suspenders, a tight corset, latex face mask, neck corset, long latex gloves, clear latex hobble skirt, penis sheath, ballet boots, a strap on dildo and and ball gag with another strap on dildo attached. It doesn't get much more hard core than that, and I was in heaven. The ultimate latex object of desire. I made it to a large bed in the private room, where my wife instructed me to lie down on my back. I did as I was told and she abruptly locked me to each of the 4 bedposts with sets of handcuffs. Once I was secured she turned my anal vibrator onto maximum speed and told me to relax and enjoy myself. She then told me that she had been watching me and that she could see I had a thing for the ballerina and the girl in the gunmetal dress. Before I could respond both of them appeared in front of me and started admiring my outfit. My wife gave them a can of silicone spray each and they sprayed me and rubbed me up until I was gleaming once again. My wife asked if there was anything they would like to do to me and they just looked at each other and smiled. The girl with the latex gunmetal dress hiked the dress up as much as she could. This was no easy feat as it was extremely tight. I had been wondering all night whether she was wearing tights or stockings and the answer revealed itself. She was wearing a pair of crotchless tights. By now my mind was racing and I couldn't wait to see what happened next My PA ballerina pulled off a white pair of latex panties that she had been wearing over her catsuit to reveal the opening in her catsuit. She kept her tutu and ballet heels on. The ballerina took a liberal amount of lube and coated the dildo attached to my ballgag. Gunmetal girl did the same to my strap on. By now I knew what was to follow. Gunmetal girl was first. She hiked her tight dress up even more, kept her heels on like any fetishist would, and mounted my strap on. She must have been extremely wet because she slid on in one movement and then stopped there and groaned. I was going crazy. She was facing me and I could feel my real penis touching her latex covered arse. Next it was my PA's chance. She opened her white latex covered legs and mounted the strap on attached to my mouth. She was facing Gunmetal Girl and she too slid down easily after which she also let off a loud moan. I was straining to see but due to my restraints, corsets and the fact that the ballerina was wearing her tutu I couldn't see much. However I did see them lean towards each other and embrace in a passionate kiss. This set them off and they both started riding their dildos. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around my PA's latex clad thighs but of course I was bound to the bed. I was forced to keep my head upright so that the ballerina could satisfy herself properly. They were obviously really enjoying themselves because after a few minutes they both crumpled into a heap moaning and kissing each other and finally they climbed off me. Both of them were spent. I, in the meantime, was about to explode. I had just had two very sexy women dressed in very sexy outfits, using me as a screwing machine. Neither of them had touched my cock and it was throbbing. My wife asked me if I was enjoying myself and all I could do was nod my head vigorously. She asked me if I wanted to come and once again I nodded. She reminded me that it would be rather tricky for her to fuck me because of her latex tights and dildo. However she pulled up her latex skirt as much as she could and rubbed her crotch up against my latex clad penis. As she did this she reminded me that she had a large latex cock inside her and that she was incredibly horny. That was enough for me and I had a wild, violent climax into my penis sheath. However I was still tied down and gagged, so I am not sure if too many of the onlookers noticed right away. My wife let me calm down, then looked at her watch and told me that it was still early so there was time for more fun... Cross Dressing for Valentine's Day This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * First time in public, Frank attends his first cross dressing Valentine's Day party. Frank was online surfing the web, when he stumbled upon a site pertinent to him. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He had no idea such a thing existed. He pushed the button on his computer to print it and to post it up on his refrigerator, so that he wouldn't forget the date. 'Come one, come all, come in drag, come with a friend, or just come stag, but this is our yearly Valentine's Party for Cross Dressers.' He was so excited. A Valentine's function just for cross dressers, he never knew such social functions existed. Suddenly, as if a whole new world opened up to him, he felt relieved, revived, and rejuvenated. He felt normal. He felt ready to finally emerge out of his self-imposed closet and socialize with men who shared his secret love and need to dress as a woman. Frank was a cross dresser, only no one knew it. Managing to keep it hidden, he had been cross dressing for thirty years without anyone knowing, not even suspecting, that is, except for his wife. She knew and they discussed it openly, after she discovered his secret. Even though she was understanding of his reasons and accepting of his need to wear women's clothes, he could tell that she didn't approve, an understatement. She became cold and distant, after his confession. Although he tried and successfully hid it from her for years, it was inevitable that she'd discover his secret. How could she not know? Happy that she knew and that his secret was off his chest, her finding out, no doubt, was probably the reason for their eventual breakup and divorce. Maybe because he was tired of hiding it, maybe because he wanted people to know, it had become increasingly difficult to continue to hide his secret. One day he forgot to remove his fingernail polish, when he went to work. He discovered he was still wearing nail polish, when he was already in the car and driving to work. Once at work, he rifled through his secretary's desk drawer to borrow and put back her nail polish remover, before she came in to work. Over the years, he's had some close calls that surely would have made his secret known to friends, family, and acquaintances. Tired of the nerve racking panic attacks, he wished he could live his life in the way he wanted to live it without having to hide and sneak around. Only, this time, with this cross dressers' Valentine's Day party, was different. For the first time in his life, he wanted the world to see what a pretty woman he made. It wasn't so much the attention that forced him to go public, he was tired of hiding. He wanted to be free from all the secrecy and the circumspection that he felt from others. He needed to be accepted for who he was, a man who enjoyed wearing women's clothes. So what? What's the big deal? He wasn't a serial killer, he was just a woman trapped in a man's body and he wanted to live life in the way that he wanted to live it, without people thinking him mentally ill, weird, or a pervert and making fun of him. For once, instead of wearing his mother's clothes, instead of wearing his ex-wife's clothes, instead of wearing his daughter's clothes, he wanted to buy his own first outfit, something that he had chosen himself and something that was his. He wanted to wear something that more comfortably fit him. For once, excited about the Valentine's party, he wanted to look as pretty as he could. Wanting to finally publically experience his feminine side, he wanted to look his best. Only, how could he do that? He was terrified of walking in a women's clothing store and shopping for what he needed to buy to look how he wanted to look. Walking through the aisles and looking at all the pretty things, if he wasn't a cross dresser, he'd have no problem shopping in a women's store for clothes for his girlfriend, wife, or significant other. The fact that he was a cross dresser heightened his paranoia and made him feel that everyone was staring at him and that everyone knew his secret. Maybe some were staring at him and others knew his secret, so what? What did it matter? Yet, what wouldn't have mattered to others mattered to him. After spending a lifetime being teased and ridiculed because he was different and was never one of the regular guys, he spent his life avoiding those painful situations. Putting himself back in situations that caused him emotional distress brought up too many painful memories that he worked so hard to forget. Then, what if he needed to try something on to see if it fit and how it fit. In a woman's clothing store, there was no place for a man to try on clothes and even if there was, he'd only be calling more attention to himself, attention that he didn't want or need to have. If he took the chance and just bought the clothes, it would be a pain to have to return it without making more of a perceived spectacle of himself. No doubt, after returning the clothes, the customer service employees would remember him, watch him, and whisper about him, the next time he came in the store to shop. Even though he tried to make himself believe that the people laughing at him behind his back didn't bother him, it did. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't put himself through all of that emotional trauma again. The negative way that people perceived him and treated him ruined what should have been an enjoyable experience. His decided transformation began when he discovered a group of men online that not only celebrated cross dressing but also celebrated themselves during the most difficult of times, the holidays. With many of them divorced and living alone with their secret, they were tired of being an outcast and a public joke, ergo the reason why they were reaching out to one another. Much in the way that swingers, who were in the swinging lifestyle, had dances and house parties, this group of cross dressers had social functions for Halloween, Christmas, New Year's, and Valentine's Day. They were even in the early stages of planning a combination pool party and barbeque for the fourth of July celebration. Wow! Finally, there was some place for him to go to feel normal and to be accepted for who he was and not to be laughed at because of what he needed to publically wear. So excited and relieved that there were other men out there, just like him, he never knew something like this even existed. Filled with guilt all his life, even though logically he knew better, he stupidly thought that he was the only one needing to dress as a woman to show his feminine side and inner beauty. The fact that he could finally meet other men just like him, men who needed to dress as a woman, and talk to them and socialize with them, while dressed as a woman, would finally set him free from the need to hide his secret. Even though he was nervous about attending the cross dressing social function, he couldn't wait to attend the event. He joined the cross dressers' computer site by setting up a profile and logging in with his e-mail address; his log in name was Roberta. Where other men picked exotic women's names, such as Tiffany, Crystal, and Veronica, he wanted something he'd remember and not stumble over, if when nervous. Since his name was Robert, Roberta made sense. He didn't particularly like the name, but it wasn't as much about what name he used. Rather it was more important that he'd be socializing with men who were much like him. The problem in finding clothes still existed, however. Literally, he had nothing to wear. All of his women's clothes were mismatched and when worn together, he looked as if he was a Salvation Army reject. Yet, now that he had a cross dressing resource, perhaps a member had a suggestion where to buy all that he needed to wear. Because of how close he lived to the store, one online member, who went by the name, Samantha, directed him to a special women's store, where he wouldn't be hassled and/or embarrassed in buying his first outfit. Instead, he'd be helped to make the right decision. The store was just downtown and he went there after work. It was a small dress shop with a couple of customers inside and an older woman, his age, behind the counter. As soon as he entered the store, she gave him a look of recognition, as if she knew he was a cross dresser. He felt small. He felt embarrassed. He felt conspicuous. In the look that he incorrectly perceived she gave him, he felt the same way he felt, when his mother caught him wearing her clothes, so very long ago. He wanted to bolt, but willing to face whatever painful embarrassment that he must endure to attend the cross dressers' Valentine's Day party, he didn't bolt. Thinking about the reason why he was there, thinking about the cross dressers' social function, he held his ground. Besides, he was directed here and was told that she was accepting of cross dressers. "Hi, may I help you?" "Samantha told me to--" "Hi, I'm Rosalyn," she said immediately appearing as if she recognized the name he gave her, as if he had given her a secret code. She offered him her hand with a smile. "Bob," he said returning her smile with his handshake. "I have customers, Bob, but why don't you go across the street and have a cup of coffee. I'll be closing in just half an hour and I can help you in privacy then," she said with a smile. "Okay?" She patted his hand in the way his mother used to and that one action made him totally trust her with his secret. Still so very nervous, he felt somewhat relieved that she was a newfound friend. "Sure," he said happy that he wouldn't have to be embarrassed with other customers staring at him, wondering about him, and gossiping about him. He went across the street for a cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie. Then, when he saw her put the closed sign in the window, he went across the street and knocked on the door. Immediately, she opened the door and let him in. "Let's go in back," she said with a smile. "I put out some things you might like." He followed her to the backroom and sure enough, she had put out a complete outfit that appealed to him. With green his favorite color and that color complimenting and enhancing his hazel eyes, the dress was a forest green and there was a coordinating belt, shoes, scarf, and pocketbook. He was amazed. He couldn't have chosen a better outfit had he walked around the store for an hour. Moreover, it was all his size, a size 8. She only saw him once for less than a minute, how did she know his size? "This is perfect," he said looking up at her with a smile, before looking back down at the clothes. "I can't believe you knew my size just by looking at me." "Well, if you were a woman and weren't so broad shouldered, you'd be a size 6 with your small frame," she said. Usually, he'd take offense, when someone called him small. A lifetime of teasing from his classmates and neighborhood thugs, he now accepted who he was. "Even so," he said. "I couldn't have chosen a better outfit," he said picking up the dress and holding it up to him, while looking in the mirror. "I just love the color." "My brother was a cross dresser and he went through holy Hell trying to hide his secret, even I didn't know his secret for years. I was the first person he trusted enough to tell," she said with a sad smile. "Then, when his so called friends discovered what he was hiding, they made his life a nightmare with all the mean spirited teasing and public embarrassment and humiliation." "So, what happened? I mean, how did he get through all of--" "He didn't. He committed suicide." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "Don't be. My brother is finally free and in Heaven. He was my best friend and with him sharing his secret with me, I used to help dress him. Later, he helped me to buy this dress shop. Because of all that he had to go through and deal with, in his memory, my shop is a safe haven for cross dressers. I met a lot of his friends and they were the best people I've ever met and still are my best customers. I never met a cross dresser I didn't like. All of them are friendly, sensitive, intelligent, and creative. I wish he had a crossing dressing group to turn to in the way that you do now but, a time before computers in the Internet, they didn't have anything like that." "What do I owe you for the clothes and accessories?" "Don't you want to try on the dress?" "If you don't mind, I'd rather try it on at home." "Sure, no problem. I understand." "Well, everything, the dress, the shoes, the handbag, the scarf, as well as all the costume jewelry comes to $330.00." He gave her his credit card and she bagged everything for him. Then, when he was getting ready to go, she handed him a big box. "What's this?" "These were some of my brother's things. As soon as you walked in my store, I did a double take. I thought for a second you were my brother returning from the dead. You look like him and are the exact same size. There are dresses, shoes, and handbags in the box. You're welcome to them. I rather give them to someone who could use them. Whatever you don't want, you can donate to a homeless shelter." "Thank you," he said taking ownership of the box. He was so excited that not only did he buy his first outfit but also he had an entire box of clothes that would fit him. With the night of the cross dressers' Valentine's Day party quickly approaching, he was excited, but nervous. A good way to ease him out of the closet and to admit his secret to others, he never would have gone out in public dressed as a woman, if he didn't have this cross dressers' social function to attend to ease him out of hiding. He only wished he had someone to go with, instead of going alone. Not the most outgoing person, he knew he'd have a hard time mingling and making friends. He figured he'd spend the evening sitting alone, sipping a beer, and watching everyone else having fun. A lot of these functions are obnoxiously clicky with men, no doubt, whispering about others, in the way that women do about other women. Something he didn't think of before, he realized now. Dressing up as a woman in a room full of men dressed as women, would they be looking to see what he was wearing, how he applied his makeup, and did his hair? Wanting to look good anyway, suddenly, he felt pressured to look perfect. Accustomed to not fitting in a man's world, he didn't want to be an outcast in a cross dressers' world, too. If he was going through all of this trouble, time, effort, and expense to dress as a woman, he wanted to look like a woman. The last thing that he wanted to look like was a man dressed as a woman. For him, that would never do. The one thing in his favor was that he was small, barely 5'6" tall and weighed a slim and trim 135 pounds. Wanting to be a jockey as a boy, he never thought he'd grow this tall. Up until his early twenties he was 5'3" and 110 pounds. Then, he had a sudden growth spurt that summer that made him look more like a man than a boy. In readiness for the cross dressers' Valentine party, he'd shave everything and pluck everywhere. He'd take the time to get his wig, just right, washing it and blow drying it, instead of wearing it in the way he usually does, like a stiff hat. He took the extra time to read some makeup tips by the professionals. Only, the makeup part of it was tricky. Other than applying lipstick, which he did that wrong, too, he was lost. With his eyes tearing and his hand jittery, it was impossibly difficult to keep his eye open, while applying his eye makeup. He didn't know how women did it. With the big Valentine's party looming, ready to give up and not go to the party because he looked more like a punk rocker or a Goth girl than a beautiful woman, he called Rosalyn for help. Maybe she'd do his makeup. Only, she had a better suggestion. "Hi Rosalyn, it's Bob. The man you gave your brother's--" "I remember you Bob. How are you?" "I'm great, thank you." "How did the dress fit?" "Perfect. That style looks really good on me, too, and I just love the color. Green is my favorite color." "And my brother's clothes?" "I love them all. Thank you very much," he said feeling an uncomfortable silence and suddenly feeling pressured to speak. "I need help with my makeup and I was hoping that--" "Say no more. I know the perfect woman to help you. Her name is Linda and she works out of her house. She can do your makeup for you. It won't be cheap, though. As part of her service, she'll hope you'll buy her products, but she'll teach you how to correctly use them and apply them. Part of her service is to put on your face." "Great," he said. She gave him her phone number. Hoping she could take him a few hours before the Valentine's Day party and apply his makeup for him, that would work perfectly, if she could. As nervous as he was when going to the dress shop, he felt the same butterflies of dread in his stomach, while thinking about going to Linda's house to have her do his makeup. He knew if he was this nervous about going to the dress shop and now to someone else to have his makeup done, he'd be a nervous wreck when walking in a room full of men dressed as women at the Valentine's party. Yet, if he didn't go through all of this, in preparation for the cross dressing party, he'd regret his indecision the rest of his life. He dialed Linda's number. "Hello." "Hi, you don't know me. My name is Bob and Rosalyn--" "Hi Bob. I know all about you. Rosalyn just called me to tell me you'd call." "Well, that's a relief that I don't have to go through an explanation," he said with an uncomfortable laugh. "There's this Valentine's party Monday night, Valentine's Day, and I was wondering if--" "Sure. What time is your party, Bob?" "It begins at 8pm," he said. "Why don't you come to my house at 5pm. That will give us plenty of time to talk, apply your foundation, and put on your makeup." Foundation? He didn't even think about foundation. He was glad he called her. She gave him her address and, as if this was the first real step in his transformation, he went there as excited as he was going to the dress shop and as exciting as he was anticipating going to the party. It was one thing for him to buy his own clothes, but having someone to teach him how to apply makeup and use a foundation was more of a serious step in cross dressing. Eager to get dressed and to show Linda how he looked, especially after she put on his face, he wore his new clothes to her house. Only, when he saw all that she needed to do to apply his makeup and with the distinct possibility of her getting makeup on his dress, maybe he shouldn't have worn his dress. Not to worry, she put a towel around his neck and shoulders to protect his clothes. Now, wearing his pretty green dress, coordinating, shoes, handbag, scarf, and jewelry accessories, and having Linda apply his face, when he looked in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself. He never knew he could look so good. Better than pretty, he looked beautiful. For sure, he looked more female than male and in the dim lighting of the party, a few men on the way from his room to the function, already mistook him for a woman. He couldn't believe it. He was pleasantly surprised, when he was one of the best dressed and most authentically looking women there. Instead of sitting alone, he was invited to sit and mingle with others. Some were just like him, first time attendees, then, there were others who had been attending functions like these for years. He was surprised that they had cross dressing socials in nearly every city in the country and all over the world. There was a secret underground of cross dressers that he knew nothing about. How would he know? Hiding and keeping his secret to himself, he never imagined there were so many men like him. Cross Dressing for Valentine's Day With some men accompanied by their wives or girlfriends, making him wonder if this one was a woman or a man, mistaking women for men, he looked around the room and the first ones he noticed were the ones that most looked like women. Some men were stunning and he had to look longer and more closely to discern if they were male or female. Some men looked so good that they looked like professional female impersonators. The one thing that always gave them away was when they looked too perfect. Even women don't look that good. Then, he spotted some men that looked horrible dressed as women, especially those who didn't bother shaving off their mustaches, beards, and even shave their legs. They looked like characters dressed for ladies night in a beer commercial, just to get the reduce beer prices. He imagined that they must figure, if they shaved off their facial hair, maybe they'd be questioned why they suddenly shaved hair from their face that had been there for years. Maybe they just enjoy wearing the lingerie. He saw some men that were so tall, especially with high heels and their hair up, that they'd never be mistaken for a woman. Too many men had a face that had a jutting jaw or a bulging forehead and no matter how much makeup, they'd never look like a woman. Yet, that wasn't the reason why they were here. They were here for the same reason he was here. To play dress up and have some sexy female fun. He realized that each one had a story to tell, just as each one had a reason for cross dressing. Even though they all shared the same desire to cross dress, there were different levels of cross dressing. Even though he'd never have sex with a man, was never attracted to a man, and was one hundred percent heterosexual, he was a rarity in the fact that he dressed more like a woman and could actually pass as a woman than most of the men here. After listening to some of the dialogued, he noticed that many of those men who more looked like a woman were gay or transsexuals. He'd never go the route of a sex change operation, nor would he get breast implants. This was enough for him, pretending that he was a woman a few times a year, while attending the Valentine's party and the upcoming Fourth of July, Halloween, Christmas, and New Year's parties. With having his hair, makeup, and outfit, that was enough for him to express what he wanted to express. He was looking forward to going home to masturbate over all that he saw and all that he experienced. As far as he was concerned, his first public cross dressing adventure was a success. He made some friends and he got a chance to talk with men, who were just like him. This was better than group therapy. This was the best Valentine Day he's had in a long time and he didn't even need a woman to have fun. * Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading my story. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 01 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 1 Sometimes wishing he was born a woman, Daniel struggled with his need to cross dress. With his hands resting on her dressing table and his body leaning in for a closer and more critical look at himself in his wife's lighted, makeup mirror, Daniel sat in his bedroom. Looking as if he was doing something wrong being in his own bedroom and sitting at Emma's vanity table when his wife wasn't home, he looked so out of place. Out of sorts, he looked so confused. Always plagued by a guilty conscience, he looked so tortured. As if ready to flee the room and the house to run mad down the street, he looked so troubled. Filled with anguish, he was already filled with remorse for something he hadn't yet done but something he knew he needed to do. With his face possessed by despair, he had to confess his dirty, little secret to his wife. No getting out of it, he must tell her his secret to save himself. Dying inside that he must tell her, he looked so miserable by the sexual needs that continually controlled him and by the secret that tormented him. Wanting to tell her, he was tired of harboring a secret from his wife, from his friends, from his family, and from everyone. Yet, if there was anyone who should know his secret, married to her for ten years, for better or for worse, she should know. Just as he understood albeit was disappointed that she couldn't have children, if anyone could understand his need to dress as a woman, she should and she would, wouldn't she? He didn't know. Other than knowing that he had to tell his wife that he's a cross dresser, he didn't know what else to do. Feeling so torn, as if he was a spy living a secret life, he wished he didn't have to live like this. Feeling so twisted, he wished he was happier. With him his worst enemy, he wished he felt better about himself. He wished he didn't beat himself up so much for something that was not his fault and out of his control. He wished he didn't have this monkey on his back of needing to cross dress. Only, he so enjoyed wearing women's clothes. With his hair, makeup, fingernails, and pedicure done, he so enjoy looking like a woman. Envious of his friends doing guy things and with them not having the womanly thoughts that he always had for as long as he could remember, he wished he was as normal as were his close, best friends. Tired of concealing his secret from everyone, he'd be so embarrassed if anyone was to discover his secret. How could he possibly explain to his friends that he's a cross dresser? They wouldn't understand his need to wear pretty and sexy things. Yet, wishing to be free of the humiliation of his need to wear women's clothes, he wished everyone not only knew his secret but also accepted his secret. Tired of feeling guilty, not that he's gay but he wished that his cross dressing was more accepted in the way that gays and lesbians are more accepted now. He wished that everything was out in the open. With his wife, Emma, confessing her sexy secret during their pillow talk of wanting to have sex with a woman, maybe this is a good time for him to reveal his sexual secret to her. Wouldn't she be surprised, shocked actually, that her husband was a cross dresser? Wouldn't she be surprised that, if only one time, just to know what it feels like, he'd like to have sex with a man. Yet, a woman having sex with another woman is one thing but a man having sex with another man is something else. Even swingers in the swinging lifestyle frowned upon men having sex with other men. Yet, sometimes when dressed as a woman, as if believing that he really is a woman, he craves the attention of a man. He's not gay, just curious. With his wife out shopping and with the time she takes at the mall, he knew that she wouldn't be back for a while. Always shopping, she was buying more clothes that she didn't need and more clothes than she could possibly wear. She had a walk-in wardrobe already filled with clothes and with an overwhelming abundance of accessories, scarfs, headbands, earrings, necklaces, and fashion rings. He used to love to go shopping with her but had to stop. As if shopping for himself, under the guise that he was helping her find clothes in her size, he spent more time looking at women's clothes than he did looking at men's clothes. * * * * * He loved his wife but he needed to love himself too and the only way he could love himself is to be true to himself. Being that he needed to dress as a woman, something that he was unable and/or unwilling to change, he had to tell her his secret. In fairness to her as his wife, she needed to know. He couldn't hide the fact that he was a cross dresser from her any longer. Sometimes feeling as if he's a woman trapped in a man's body, truth be told, he more loves dressing as woman than he thinks about having sex with a man. Thinking about having sex with another man is only when he's horny or feeling wicked as if he's really a female slut trapped in a man's body instead of just a male cross dresser. It's weird how sexy clothes along with selected accessories can trick his brain into believing that he really is a woman. Falling in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her, he loved her long, blonde hair and her big, blue eyes. He loved her big, loving smile, her quick wit, and her great sense of humor. He loved her for who she is. He loved Emma, he really did. Fearing that she'd leave him if he told her that he's a cross dresser, he didn't want to lose her. Now that he had her in his life and in his bed, he couldn't imagine his life without her. Transferring his thoughts from his wife to himself, he wished there was more that he could do with his short, brown hair. He loved how she was able to have a multitude of different hair styles just by tying her hair back, wearing it to the side, curling it, styling it, perming it, or allowing it to be free and frizzy. He loved how she always looked so different in what she wore, the makeup she applied, and the hairstyle she chose. So femininely pretty in pastels, with her always so colorfully sexy, he envied her ability to change herself in the way of a chameleon changing colors. Her walk-in closet, the size of a room, was filled from floor to ceiling with sexy tops, short skirt, tight pants, designer jeans and handbags, sweaters, jackets, coats, scarfs, and shoes. If only he had a foot and shoe fetish instead of an urge to cross dress, he'd be in Heaven perusing his wife's extensive shoe collection but his secret wasn't his desire to covet his wife's feet and shoes. His desire was to wear women's clothes. Being that she was so tall and so busty, with her broad back and swimmer's shoulders, they nearly took the same size. Not daring to remove anything from her closet for fear that she'd know he was in there snooping, he'd love to try on and wear some of her clothes. She had such beautiful things. Unable to resist, he did try on a few of her things that caught his eye. Making sure he put them back in the exact spot, he'd be so embarrassed for her to know that he was wearing her clothes. If only she knew that he was a cross dresser, he'd die. If only she knew he's been trying on her clothes, he wondered what she'd say. If he had one secret desire that he'd never tell her what it was, his secret wish was in wanting to look more like her. With him probably being the only one, he couldn't even imagine how many other husbands wished they looked more like their wives. Why wouldn't he want to look like her? She was gorgeous. The reason why he married her, among other attributes, is because he's crazy about how pretty she looks and how sexy she is. Crazy but true in his desire to look more like his wife when dressing as a woman, he wished he could go through his life looking more like her. The perfect woman, in his book, she has it all. Brains, beauty, sex appeal, and class, he hit the jackpot when he won her heart. Yet, not fully understanding why he did, when he really thought about him wanting to look more like his wife, he thought himself weird. Yet, in the way she looked, in the way she carried herself, and in the way she wore her clothes, she inspired him to copy her. If anything, it was a compliment to her that she could stimulate such a reaction in him and encourage him in his desire to want to look more like her. A husband looking like his wife is not a new thing. Being that we look at ourselves so very much in the mirror, perhaps when looking to find our love interest, we seek out and are attracted to someone who resembles us. In the way that people sometimes grow to look like their dogs, many married people grow to look like one another. Perhaps, after living together for a long while, people sometimes involuntarily and without thinking, mimic their spouses' facial expressions, especially when evoking the same emotions. Perhaps, over the years, common life experiences can alter facial patterns even facial wrinkles. In the way they carry themselves, move, walk, and talk, as if mimicking one another, after a while, many married people look more as if they're brother and sister than they do husband and wife. He wouldn't mind looking more like Emma. She has it all, college educated, a pretty face, a shapely body, and those huge, D cup breasts. What more could a man want in a woman? What more could a woman want in attributes? Other than money, of course, she had that too as part and parcel of her being married to him and with him being successful in the stock market after dabbling in real estate. Money issues were the least of their problems, not that they had any problems other than him being a cross dresser and her fantasizing about sleeping with a woman, they were happy. She didn't even have to work, unless she wanted. Yet, keeping her part-time job at her father's law firm, he figures she goes there just to get dressed up and as her excuse to buy more clothes. On the surface, once they got used to the idea of not having children, free of that time constraining, emotional consuming, and money draining part of life, they had a perfect marriage. With him semi-retired at 40-years-old and working for himself from home anyway, they were free to go anywhere at any time. The perfect life with a beautiful wife, luxury automobiles, money in the bank, and a vacation home by the beach, he should be happier but he's miserable. He's tired of living a double life with one foot in life's reality and the other foot in sexual fantasy. Sometimes, when he looks at himself in the mirror with his blue jeans and button down or polo shirt, he wishes he was born his wife's sister instead of her husband. Only with her being an only child, she didn't have a sister. If she did have a sister, he imagined her looking much like her. If she had a sister, he imagined wanting to look just like her. If she had a sister, he imagined being attracted to her sister. Perhaps it's a good thing she didn't have a sister and he didn't have a sister. He could only imagine the mess on his hands if he had an affair with her sister. Yeah, it's a good thing that Emma is an only child and doesn't have a sister. Even worse, what if she had a brother? Oh my God. What if he had an affair with her brother? Wow! To be honest, he'd much rather have a sexual affair with her non-existent sister than with her non-existent brother, that's for sure. He couldn't believe all of the stupid things he was thinking about and imagining while sitting at her vanity table. Boring, boring, boring, he was bored with himself and with his bland, masculine clothes. He put his hands to his flat chest while imagining himself having breasts. If he had been born a woman, he'd have breasts, big breasts just like his wife, Emma. He stood to walk over to her full length mirror. He turned to the side to peer at his flat backside. If he was born a woman, he'd have more of a pronounced ass. Definitely, if he was born a woman, he'd have more curves he thought while turning one way and then the other. If he had been born his wife's sister instead of her husband, no doubt about it, he'd have all kinds of pretty clothes. That's not to say he'd rather be her sister than her husband, he loved being her husband. He felt privileged seeing Emma in her panty and bra, topless, and/or naked. She has a great body and body that most every woman would envy. He loved having sex with his wife. Only if he was born her sister, he'd have his hair and his makeup regularly done at the beauty parlor instead of having to wear a wig and instead of making a mess of his face with her makeup. If he was born her sister, he could go out in public dressed as a woman because he would be a woman. Alas, it's not nearly the same being a cross dresser than it would be being Emma's imagined sister. With him never able to look enough like a woman to fool anyone in the light of day and within a quarter of a mile from one another, he was so confused. What the Hell was he doing dressing like a woman? Why he was putting himself through all of this anxiety, worry, and torture? Was the sexual feelings he received when dressing as a woman worth all that he had to go through to live out his fantasy of pretending to be female instead of male? Yet, most times, other than when those urges take control of him to feel sexy and pretty, he enjoyed being a man. He enjoyed going to a baseball game, having a beer, and eating a hot dog. He enjoyed hanging around the hardware store on a Saturday morning and lounging in bed reading the newspaper with her while doing the crossword puzzle together. He enjoyed looking at pickup trucks even though he'd never buy one. He enjoyed having sex with women, especially with his wife, now that he's married. If being born a woman meant that he'd want to have sex with men, he'd rather be born a lesbian woman so that he could still have sex with women. Only, sometimes, once in a great while, he's not ashamed to admit that he's had gay thoughts. Perhaps with him having gay thoughts comes with the territory of dressing like a woman. Who is he trying to impress actually, if not another man while dressed as a woman? Surely, his audience is more male than female. In the way that he looks or doesn't look like a woman when he's in drag, he's no competition to other women, although there are men who enjoy having sex with cross dressers when in drag. Not wanting to compete with other woman, he dresses as a woman for himself. Yet, if he could and if it's at all possible, he'd rather look as best as he could when dressed as a woman. Certainly, in that regard, in the way that he makes a mess of his hair and makeup, he's no eye candy for men either. He more looks like a freak, a pitiful freak, than he looks like a woman. Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to have sex with his wife while dressed as a woman. Once in a great while, he wonders what it would be like to be with a man while dressed as a woman. When he's really horny and/or drunk, he thinks about another man sucking his cock. If he was drunk enough, was sexually excited enough, and the mood and man was right, he may even suck another man's cock. Who knows? Things happen with the right mood, lighting, and music. Only, nothing more than a fleeting thought, if he was to be with a man, that's something he'd have to do with his wife in the same room. Just as he'd never cheat on her with another woman, he'd never cheat on her with another man. They'd both would have to agree to such a sexual relationship for him to even consider it. Yet, with him not even able to tell her he's a cross dresser for fear of her reaction and her divorcing him, how could he tell her that he sometimes thinks of having sex with a man? Yet, now with his wife fantasizing about having sex with a woman, not that he really wants to have sex with a man, but he just wondered how open she'd be about him having sex with a man. So very cosmopolitan and hip, no doubt, she'd be more agreeable to them having a threesome with both of them doing another woman instead of both of them doing another man. Yet, the old double standard reared its ugly head, just as he'd love to watch Emma having sex with another woman, he wouldn't want to watch her having sex with another man, especially a younger, better looking man who had a better body than him. He'd be too jealous. He'd be too worried that he'd lose her to him. Even after all of her assurances that she loved him and would never leave him, he'd be paranoid that she was seeing another man behind his back while plotting their separation and planning their divorce. Only he didn't understand how he could enjoy being a man and still have this unrelenting desire to dress as a woman. What's that all about? He never understood the reason behind his twisted need to cross dress. When he has all that he could want, a beautiful wife and a good life, why him? Why now? Was he always this way and didn't know it? Assuredly and admittedly, he enjoyed looking sexy and pretty only he never understood why. Thinking back when he was a child, he enjoyed playing with his sister's Barbie dolls when she wasn't home. A phase he outgrew only to replicate it in adorning himself with women's clothes and accessories, he enjoyed dressing his sister's Barbie dolls in different clothes. Still troubling to recall it, once, when he was twenty-years-old, drunk, and lonely in his college dorm room, he made out with his male roommate. Nothing more happened than hugging, French kissing, touching, and feeling but it's something he always felt guilty about doing and, sexually excitingly, it's always something that he wanted to do again. Obviously, his roommate wanted to do more but he stopped him. At the very least, with his roommate's hand already around his cock and slowly stroking him, his roommate wanted to masturbate him, possibly even blow him. Only he couldn't imagine having gay sex with his roommate. He wasn't gay. Firmly a heterosexual, he was just a cross dresser. If anything he was bi-curious and twenty years later, that homosexual curiosity has not only stayed with but also has reared its ugly head again. In the same way he looks at women, sometimes he looks at men while wondering what they'd be like in bed or what it would be like to kiss them. Weird thoughts that surface out of the blue, he did all that he could to suppress them. Never jeopardizing his marriage for a sexual fling with a man or with a woman, he'd never cheat on Emma. Truly, he loved Emma. He loved Emma enough for him to agree for her to have fantasy sex with another woman. Maybe she'd allow him to watch. Maybe she'd allow him to participate. Who knows? Only he'd never want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship, ergo the reason for his internal struggle in wanting to tell her about his cross dressing secret. Feeling as if he needed to reiterate it in his thoughts, he wasn't gay after all. He was just drunk and horny when thinking those thoughts of having sex with a man while dressed as a woman. If he was anything, he may have been curious what it felt like to kiss another man, especially a man that he felt a sexual attraction to while living with him in his college dorm room. If anything, he was curious what it would feel like for another man to suck him. Only, he wasn't curious then about another man sucking him and/or sucking another man twenty years ago than in the way that he sometimes is now. A curious revelation to him, a mixed bag of emotions, he was as sexually excited as he was confused and ashamed to feel the need to dress as a woman as he was when thinking about having sex with a man. Sometimes as if he has an extra female gene or one less male gene, as if he's schizophrenic or has a split personality, his feminine side overwhelms his masculine side. It's only then that he has the urge to wiggle his ass and to giggle like a girl while pretending he's a woman by raising his voice an octave higher even while dressed as a man. Something he'd never do in public, a private fantasy he sometimes entertains in his head, he wonders how people would react to him wiggling, giggling, and talking in a woman's voice. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 01 In a complete quandary, feeling so anxious and feeling so sexually and emotionally unsatisfied, when not dressed as a woman and when wanting but unable to dress as a woman, he didn't know what to do to quell the feeling inside. Obviously he can't control his feelings for wearing sexy and pretty things. He needs to wear women's clothes. The need just comes over him and, when it does, his emotions overwhelms him and his need to dress as a woman consumes him. Destroying his self-image and his confidence in who he thought he should be, he's tired of feeling bad about himself. Tired of beating himself up about his need to cross dress, none of the way he is in wanting and needing to dress as a woman is his fault. It just happened that he enjoys pretty, sexy, and feminine things. In the big picture, what's so wrong with that? So what? He's not hurting anyone, other than his wife, perhaps, especially if she was to find out that he's a closet cross dresser. Keeping his secret to himself, he wasn't bothering anyone. Whenever she's not home, he was content to roam about his big house while dressed as a woman. He was happy to enjoy his perversely perverted, sexual peccadillo in private. Obviously, in the way a man is born a man and a woman is born a woman, whether they're white, brown, black, or yellow and whether they are heterosexual, gay, or lesbian, they're just born that way. With one foot wearing Oxfords as a man and the other foot wanting to wear high heels as a woman, tortured in his need to dress as a woman, unfortunately for him, he's born that way. Obviously in the way he's so focus, too focused on women's clothes, he has a screw loose or a missing wire not attached in his brain. Yet, even though he knew he needed help, he could never sit across from a psychiatrist or a psychologist and tell him or her his secret. Maybe just a phase, perhaps this is something he'll outgrow. Maybe one day, he'll awaken and will no longer want to dress as a woman. At his crossroads, hoping to take the right path by making the right decision, literally and figuratively, he decided to expose who he really is to his 35-year-old wife. With her unable to bear children and with her born that way, if he could understand and love her unconditionally, then, with him born this way, she should understand his need to cross dress. If he could accept her wanting to have sex with a woman then she should understand his need to dress as a woman and, perhaps, even his curiosity to have sex with a man. In the longevity of their marriage, if their marriage should survive this, what would it matter? In the scheme of things, it's all just a different slice of life. So very secretive for such a long time, she'd be the first and the only one to know his secret. Knowing better than doing that, he'd never tell any of friends that he's a cross dresser. No way. First of all, thinking he was pulling their leg, they wouldn't believe him. Then, if they did believe him, they'd laugh at him and make fun of him. He'd be opening himself up for ridicule by telling his friends that he's a cross dresser. He could only imagine what they'd say if they knew he was thinking about having sex with a man. Some friends they are. He'd be better off getting new friends. Perhaps, being that he's now accepted cross dressing as part of his life, he should seek out other cross dressers as new friends. Being that he knew what he wanted, he knew exactly what he needed to do. He needed to tell his wife that he's a cross dresser. With him her husband, her best friend, and her confidant, she needed to know. It wasn't fair to her that he was hiding this from her. It wasn't fair to her that he wasn't including her in this part of his life. He needed her to see him for who he is, not just a cross dresser but a loving, faithful husband who'd do anything for his wife, even allow her to have a lesbian lover. Too much of a burden for him to continue to shoulder himself, he needed to end all of the sneaking around, the hiding, and the lying. He needed to be honest with her. He needed to purge himself so that he'd no longer have a guilty conscience from living a secret life. Already too twisted with him battering himself for something that he obviously has little control over, he needed to seek her counsel and her emotional support for him to know her opinion of what else he could do to feel better about himself. Yet, with his all about him, what about her? If he freed his guilty conscience by telling her what may be so justifiably upsetting to her, unable to go to him for his unbiased opinion, who would she seek for emotional support? Maybe she could seek the counsel of a therapist by sharing with him or her that her husband is a cross dresser. Maybe without having to sit through therapy and/or group sessions, together, her and her therapist could shed some light on why he has this uncontrollable need to cross dress. Maybe by helping her to understand his desire to wear women's clothes, he may understand his reasons for cross dressing too. Maybe, other than the sexual excitement, as an added emotional, supportive benefit, she'd find the solace in her companionship with her lesbian lover. Whomever she may be, he could almost envision them together making love. Maybe he'd be fodder for them to laugh over and joke about in the ridiculous way he looks when trying to look like a woman. In that regard, he'd be willing to sacrifice his shame and dishonor for her levity and the good humor of them having a jolly, good time at his expense. So long as she stayed with him and didn't divorce her, he'd be agreeable to anything that she proposed. Only, however his confession played out, he needed to tell her the truth. Confessing his cross dressing secret was his first step. Yet, filled with consternation, should he or shouldn't he tell her? Must he tell her? When should he tell her? Why should he tell her? No question about it, he needed to tell her now. What kind of marriage would they have if they kept secrets? She didn't have to tell him about her sexual fantasy about making love to another woman but she did. Now, it's up to him to reciprocate. Only, he feared the ramifications of his cross dressing confession. Filled with dread about confessing his dirty, little secret to his wife, the love of his life, maybe she already suspects his secret. Maybe she already knows his secret. Wow, wouldn't that be something if she not only already knows but also if she's okay with him being a cross dresser. Maybe with her knowing that he's a cross dresser is the reason why she felt comfortable enough to confess her secret, sexual, lesbian fantasy to him. With him having a cross dressing secret of his own, how else could he possibly react to her secret of wanting to sleep with a woman other than favorably? She had him over a barrel. There was no way that he wouldn't agree to allow her to sleep with a woman, as if he had any control of her sleeping with a woman or not. Yet, the joke was on her. He'd love for her to sleep with a woman. During their nightly pillow talk, he'd love for her to tell her all of the dirty details of what happened when she slept with a woman. He'd even like to watch his wife having sex with a woman. Nonetheless her wanting to sleep with a woman, the real issue was him being a secret cross dresser. She is his wife after all and they live in the same house. When he thought more about it, how could she not know he's been hiding this from her for so long? How could she not know that he's a cross dresser? What clues has he been leaving behind to make her suspect he's a cross dresser? Perhaps she suspects he's a cross dresser because he uses her nail polish remover or her eye makeup when she's not around. When he pondered his stupidity in leaving clues of his cross dressing behind, how could she not know that he enjoys cross dressing? She must know. So sensitive to her needs, enjoying chick flicks, crying at the end of movies, and always buying her special arrangements of flowers, at the very least, she must suspect that he's different and not like his other friends and unlike any other normal man. Stupid, he's so stupid. If his wife knows he's a cross dresser and obviously she must know he's a cross dresser for her not to say anything, she's okay with him being a cross dresser. He's been feeling guilty all of this time for nothing. Only, what if she doesn't know he enjoys wearing women's clothes? He needed to know how much she knows before divulging his secret to cross dress. After she confessed her secret of wanting to have sex with a woman, with the timing right, not only was it time to tell her but it was the right time to tell her. He almost confessed his cross dressing secret to her right then and right there. He needed to tell his wife his secret. She needed to know. If there was one person he could trust, he could trust Emma with his secret. If there was one person who needed to know what he's been hiding all of these years, she needed to know. Yet, troubled by her reaction, he wondered what her reaction would be to him telling her his secret. Maybe she'd be disapproving of him. Maybe she'd be disappointed in him. Maybe she'd ask him to leave the house and get his own place. Maybe she'd want a divorce. Maybe she'd be so disgusted by him and by what he was about to tell her that she'd never want to see him again. Maybe she'd be so angry that he kept his secret from her for the ten years that they've been married that she'd feel the need to embarrass him in the way he humiliate her by telling all of friends and family that he's a cross dresser. Yet, it didn't matter what she did or how she reacted, she needed to know. If only to save himself, he had to tell her. With her such a positive and loving person, too negative and close minded of her not to understand his need to wear women's clothes, maybe she would understand. Maybe she'd be accepting of him. Maybe she'd love him even more for all that he's gone through and for the trust he showed in her by telling her his secret. Maybe he's worried about nothing. She's his wife and she loves him after all. Maybe, she'd even help him in what he needed and was driven to do. Yeah, maybe she'd help him dress as a woman. Maybe she'd help him look more like a woman. To be continued... Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 02 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 2 Emma confesses her sexy secret to her husband of wanting to have sex with a woman. "I have this secret, sexual fantasy that I want to have sex with a woman," said Daniel's wife, Emma, during their pillow talk while they were having sex. Sex with another woman? Emma wants to have sex with another woman? He couldn't believe it. He was too sexually excited to speak. Yet, not wanting her to take his silence as a negative answer, as if his cock was directly speaking to her through his mouth, he summoned his response all the way up from his penis. "If that's a sexual fantasy that you've always had, then it's one that you should explore," he said with the maturity and wisdom of a doctor but with the agenda and ulterior motives of a used car salesman. "I don't see anything wrong with you having a lesbian affair." Suddenly, as if there were music playing and Angels singing the love theme from Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet, Piano Concerto #1 in B Flat, Sleeping Beauty, and/or the theme from Swan Lake, Daniel looked at his lovely wife with a new found sexual lust. As if she wasn't beautiful before, she was even more beautiful now. She looked at him as if she said something dirty, naughty, and forbidden in a happy marriage and he looked at her as if she was the very best wife in the world and in that moment, she was. If only she knew that her having sex with a woman was his sexual fantasy too, he wondered what she'd say. If only she knew that he'd like to watch her having lesbian sex with her fantasy lover, he wondered if she'd still want to have lesbian sex. If only she knew that he'd like to participate in a threesome, but that's something he probably should keep to himself. He wondered if she'd be relieved or if knowing that he'd love to see her licking a pussy would turn her off enough to no longer want to have lesbian sex. The image of his beautiful wife having lesbian sex with a woman took hold of his consciousness as if he was already watching her in a lesbian scene in a porn movie. Wow! Always thinking of his wife as a hot, sexy woman, he never thought of her as a lesbian or even a bi-sexual. Now, he couldn't wait for her to have lesbian sex with a woman so that she could tell him all about it, every sexy detail, during their pillow talk. As if she was Titania in Shakespeare's Midsummer's Night's Dream frolicking in the forest with one of the fairies, he imagined Emma frolicking in bed with her lesbian lover. After she confessed her sexy secret of wanting to have sex with a woman, with the timing right, not only was it time to tell her his cross dressing secret but it was the right time to tell her that he was a cross dresser. With him sexually excited by the delicious thought and by the erotic image of her having lesbian sex with a woman, he almost confessed his cross dressing secret to her right then and right there. With her being so open and so honest with him, she inspired him to be open and honest with her too. If only for her to more consider the idea of having sex with a woman without the guilt he had harbored with cross dressing, he needed to tell his wife his secret. She needed to know that he was harboring a sexual secret too. If there was one person he could trust, he could trust Emma with his secret. If there was one person who needed to know what he's been hiding all of these years, she needed to know. Seemingly, now the fact that he knows that she wants to have sex with a woman doesn't make his secret so terrible. No longer a secret, wouldn't it be wonderful if they both accepted one another's secrets and shared all of the sexy details during their pillow talking sessions? With the sky the limit, so long as she only had sex with women and not men, wouldn't it be wonderful if they could have a more open marriage where they accepted one another for who they are sexually? He imagined the perfect marriage of him cross dressing in front of her and him allowing her to have lesbian lovers that is so long as she shared all of the details during their pillow talking sessions. Yet, still troubled by her reaction, he again wondered what her reaction would be to him telling her his cross dressing secret. With the same thoughts running through his mind in the way they controlled his thoughts before, maybe she'd be disapproving of him. Maybe she'd be disappointed in him. Maybe she'd ask him to leave the house and get his own place. Maybe she'd want a divorce. Maybe she'd be so disgusted by him and by what he was about to tell her that she'd never want to see him again. Maybe she'd be so angry that he kept his secret from her for the ten, long years that they've been married that she'd feel the need to embarrass him. In the way he didn't trust her with his secret, he imagined that she'd humiliate him by telling all of friends and family that he's a cross dresser. Yet, it didn't matter what she did or how she reacted, she needed to know his secret. He needed to tell her the truth. If only to save himself, he had to tell her. Tired of hiding his secret, he needed to be free of the sneaking around and his guilty conscience. Going over it again and again, he ran it all through his mind again. With her such a positive and loving person, too negative and close minded of her not to understand his need to wear women's clothes, maybe she would understand. Maybe she'd be accepting of him. Maybe she'd love him even more for all that he's gone through and for the trust he showed in her by telling her his secret. Maybe he's worried about nothing. She's his wife and she loves him after all. Maybe, she'd even help him in what he needed and was driven to do. Yeah, maybe she'd help him dress as a woman. Maybe she'd help him look more like a woman. * * * * * That night, thinking of the perfect time to tell his wife his cross dressing secret, Daniel bided his time while waiting for Emma to mention her lesbian, sexual fantasy again. With Emma obviously in the mood for sex, perhaps during or after their pillow talking session may be a good time to tell her that he likes wearing women's clothes. Then, again, while they're enjoying their orgasmic afterglows, telling her something as disturbing as that may be the worst time to tell her that he enjoys cross dressing. Now that the time is here and he's confronted by his need to tell her his secret, unsure if he should even tell her, how can he tell her that he's a cross dresser? Too afraid to tell her for fear that his secret would ruin everything, yet again, he didn't tell her. With the sexy thoughts of her having lesbian sex, she made him forget about his cross dressing confession with the kisses and the sex she just gave him. Deeply French kissing him and with him filled with love and sexual excitement, he never felt closer to his wife than he did now when making love to her. Physically entwined, with her sharing her body with him by allowing him free access nearly any time he wanted her, embodied in mind and connected in spirit, he finally felt closely comfortable enough with her to share his secret with her. Only, still holding back, he couldn't just blurt out that he's a cross dresser. As if she's a delicate, beautiful flower, with her opening up to him by telling him her lesbian secret fantasy and giving him loving sex, he needed to trust her enough to tell her the truth. If there was a perfect time to tell her, now may be the time to tell her that he's a cross dresser. 'Emma,' he imagined saying to her while she was reading the Sunday paper or talking to her mother on the phone. 'Yes Daniel?' He imagined her mindlessly responding. "I'm a cross dresser,' he imagined saying. 'That's nice dear,' he imagined her vaguely saying while not really paying any attention to what he just confessed. He wished it was that easy but assuredly, it wasn't. With her trusting him with her secret, and with her already confessing her sexual secret to him of her wanting to be with a woman, he needed to tell her that he's a cross dresser. Yet, now that he knows her secret, his secret stayed in the background instead of in the forefront. Excited for her to have sex with a woman, he couldn't wait for her to have sex with a woman. As if she's already had sex with a woman, he could clearly see her naked body in the arms of her lesbian lover. So sexually and shockingly exciting, her being with a woman has not only commanded the topic of their sexy pillow talk lately but also their open and honest sexual dialogue has heated their lust for one another to an even higher flame. Just as he never thought he'd have sexual thoughts of having sex with a man, he never thought his wife would have sexual thoughts of having sex with a woman. Only her having sex with a woman was one thing and him having sex with a man was something else entirely. Kissing and kissing him, she stroked his cock while he felt her huge tits and fingered her erect nipples. Imagining his sex life not getting any better than blissfully this, unless she was sucking him or he was making love to her, he loved fondling her big boobs and fingering her enormous nipples as she stroked his cock. While having sex with her, he wondered if she was thinking about having sex with a woman in the way that he was always thinking about dressing as a woman and sometimes pondering the possibility of having sex with a man. If only by her own confession, her desire to have lesbian sex with a woman seemed much stronger than his briefly elusive thought of what it would be like to have sex with a man. In the way he made out with his dorm room mate twenty years ago, he wonder if she had a lesbian affair before, perhaps while in college. Then, he wondered, if she never had lesbian sex before and had lesbian sex now for the first time, would she want to have lesbian sex again or again or would one time lesbian sex suffice? Who knows? Maybe in the way that he kissed and felt a man, she's already kissed and felt a woman too. Maybe in the way he's sometimes thought about having sex with a man over the years, she's thought about having sex with a woman. Maybe her having lesbian sex and him having gay sex are just fantasies and nothing more than that. Then again, maybe in the way that he cross dresses and didn't tell her, she's had sex with a woman and didn't tell him. Maybe her telling him her sexual secret of wanting to have lesbian sex with a woman was her pretense for her to tell him what has already happened. He wondered how long she's been thinking about having sex with a woman or if she's been thinking about having sex with a woman all along. He wondered if, because he doesn't go down on her as much as she goes down on him, if he's driven her to have lesbian thoughts. He wondered if because he doesn't lick her as much as she sucks him, if he's motivated her to have lesbian sex. With him always feeling guilty and blaming himself for everything that's not right, maybe her wanting a lesbian lover is his fault for him not giving her more oral orgasms. Then, as if preordained, sliding her body down while staring up at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes, she took him in her mouth. She was sucking his cock yet again when he couldn't remember the last time he licked her pussy. Definitely feeling responsible, it was his fault that his wife wants to have lesbian sex. While she sucked him, he reached down to fondle her big boob and finger her erect nipple. Allowing the sensation of her sucking him to envelope him in pure pleasure, he closed his eyes to enjoy his wife sucking him while she stroked him and he felt her big breast in his hand. 'Life is good. Life is definitely good,' he thought to himself. 'He's so lucky to have such a beautiful, sexy woman in his bed, in his life, and as his loving wife. Now the cherry on the top, she wants his blessing for her to live out her sexual fantasy by having sex with a woman.' Suddenly, perhaps because she confessed her sexual fantasy to him, he was now experiencing a sexual fantasy of his own. Never happening to him before, instead of thinking of his wife sucking his cock, he imagined a man sucking his cock. Wow, what a rush? Even though it was his blonde, bombshell of a wife attached to his cock, he could feel his cock harden by the thought of a man blowing him. Yet, as soon as he opened his eyes and saw her beautiful, natural blonde hair and her big, blue eyes gazing adoringly up at him, the thought of having sex with another man evaporated. Then, as if an airborne virus, the thoughts of him dressing as a woman while having sex with his wife took hold of his mind. In the way that she wants to have sex with a woman, he'd love to have sex with her while dressed as a woman. Only what would she say if she only knew that he wanted to look more like her? She'd think he's gone bonkers. She'd think him mad. Who knows? With her wanting to be with a woman, maybe being with him dressed as a woman would appeal to her and satisfy her sexual fantasy of wanting to have sex with a woman. Being that he likes having sex with women, even though he's a man, does that make him lesbian? A ridiculous idea, even with him dressed as a woman, he couldn't give her what she needs in having sex with a woman who had breasts, a pussy, and who was a woman inside. He's nothing more than a man masquerading as a woman. He's just a lying cross dresser who doesn't have the courage to be honest with his wife in the way that she was just honest with him of wanting to have lesbian sex with a woman. * * * * * He allowed his guilty conscience to run away with his thoughts. If she could do that for him, suck him and make love to him whenever he wanted her to suck him and make love to him, then he could come clean to her with the truth that he's a cross dresser. Feeling guilty about his secret, it's not fair to her that he's been hiding this secret from her for so long. Only, with her such a loving and trusting wife, afraid of rocking their boat, he was afraid he'd ruin their perfect marriage and their happy life. He feared losing her. He feared her wanting nothing more to do with him other than him giving her a divorce. What he once feared her going off with another man after telling her his secret, he now feared her going off with another woman. Happy, especially at this very moment with her sucking him, he was so very happy that Emma was his wife and he needed to do everything in his power to keep her with him, even if it meant not telling her his cross dressing secret. Then, expelling him from her mouth with her tongue, she climbed up to him and kissed him. God, so needing the release, he so wanted to cum in her beautiful mouth. He so wanted to watch her swallow him. Only, he knew she wanted more than him just turning to go to sleep after she blew him. No doubt, she wanted him to make love to her. Just as she'd never turn down his offer to eat her, he'd never turn her down offer to suck him. Only, he was distracted by other thoughts. Only, she sucked him way more than he licked her, probably the reason why she's turning lesbian. Her secret, lesbian, sexual fantasy was all his fault. Suddenly, instead of concentrating on having sex with Emma, he was distracted by the images that flashed through his mind of her having sex with a woman. He was distracted by the thoughts of him confessing that he was a cross dresser and he was distracted by the thoughts of him having sex with a man. Seldom thinking about having gay sex with a man, after his wife confessed her secret to have lesbian sex with a woman, he thought more of having gay sex with a man. When she kissed him after she sucked him, especially when she French kissed him, he could taste himself on her lips and on her tongue. The sensation of tasting his own cock excited him and for a brief moment he imagined what it must taste like to suck a man. Needing to concentrate on Emma's sexual pleasure, he needed to remove any other thoughts, her lesbianism and his homosexuality, from his mind. She mounted him and reached down behind herself to move his erection inside of her warm, wet pussy. Oh, my God, she was so warm, she was so tight, and she was so wet. He so loved making love to her. He so loved fucking her. Perhaps one day after she cheated on him with a woman, he'd cheat on her with a man. Never would he cheat on his wife with another woman, unless she invited him to have sex with her lesbian lover as a threesome. Slowly lowering herself down until he was deeply inside of her, she leaned down to meet his lips. Kissing and kissing him again, as if making love for the first time, he still felt about her now as he did the first time they made love. Only, so much better now than then, they humped one another as if they were one. As if they're joined together and connected by more than just vows and a marriage contract, they were always on the same page sexually. Never has he loved anyone as much as he loves Emma. Never has he had better sex than he's had with Emma and for him to even think of having sex with a man over her should be a criminal offense punishable by castration. How dare he think of someone else when he has someone like her in his bed? With his cock buried in her sweet mouth and now in her tight pussy, what's wrong with him to even ponder the thought of a man sucking his cock while his beautiful, sexy wife was sucking his cock before making love to him? If only she knew he was thinking of someone else sucking him while having sex with her, especially when thinking about another man, she'd never have sex with him again. She'd never understand. She'd hate him. She'd divorce him. He needed to be really careful in not inadvertently saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Then, timing her words perfectly, she said what he hoped she'd say again. * * * * * "Sometimes I imagine having sex with a woman," she said biting her lip while continuing the pillow talk where she left off the last time she confessed wanting to be with a woman. As if she said something wrong, she looked so guilty when she said that. Instead, with her saying something so right, she looked so sexy when she said what she said that she wanted to have sex with a woman. Unable to stop himself from thinking of another woman having her lesbian way with his wife, when she said that she wanted to have sex with a woman, she looked so vulnerable. She looked so innocent. She looked as if she was a virgin about to embark not on heterosexual sex but lesbian sex and, perhaps, she was. Oh my God, casting aside their marriage vows of faithfulness, he couldn't believe they were continuing this forbidden discussion of debauchery. Truth be told, he'd love to see her with another woman. In the way she breathlessly confessed her secret, sexual fantasy to him, he knew it sexually excited her to talk about making love with a woman in the way it sexually excited him to dress as a woman and perhaps, one day, even to have sex with a man. "You do?" The image of her with another woman ran away with his thoughts. "Yes," she said. Not wanting to her to cut her sexy pillow talk short, encouraging her, he goaded her into telling him more. "Tell me how you imagine it happening," he said playing her anything goes pillow talking game. This time, he hoped she'd be more in the mood to talk about her lesbian fling with her imagined lover in greater detail than she did the last time she briefly mentioned it in passing. Obviously she felt more comfortable with him and trusting of him that he didn't put the kibosh on the idea of her making love with a woman the first time she mentioned it. With the pussy already out of the bag, so to speak, the first time she told him of her sexy secret, he hoped she'd expand more about her lesbian tryst. Wanting her to go into greater detail in the way that he, no doubt would, if he was telling her about his cross dressing or his thoughts of having sex with a man, he needed to give her some space and more time for her to volunteer more information. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 02 "Okay," she said stopping her lovemaking to look at him obviously for support, understanding, and encouragement. With his cock still inside of her, instead of his erection going soft by her no longer humping him, his erection stiffened with the thoughts of Emma making love to a woman while he watched. With his cock still inside of her, instead of his erection going soft by her wanting to make love to a woman instead of and/or in addition to him, his prick pulsated his permission. Definitely, while imagining her naked and rolling around in bed with a naked woman, he could give her all the love, support, understanding, and encouragement she needed to have a lesbian affair. That is, so long as she didn't turn totally lesbian, so long as she told him every sexy detail, and, possibly, so long as he could watch. So long as she dipped her finger, her mouth, and her pussy into lesbian waters once in a while, he'd always be there to encourage her to have a lesbian affair, especially if he could watch and maybe even participate as a threesome. Wow! Just when he thought that his wife couldn't be any more perfect, now that she wants to have lesbian sex with a woman, she's even more perfect now that she was before. He couldn't wait for her to tell him more. Wanting to press her for details, yet he didn't want her to know that he was just as sexually excited about her having a lesbian affair as she obviously was. * * * * * Imagining her with a woman, he'd love to watch the look on Emma's face while a beautiful blonde, Scandinavian woman named Greta fingered her pussy while licking her pussy. He imagined them French kissing. He imagined Emma going down on the woman after Greta gave her multiple orgasms. Then, he imagined Emma leaving him for her new lesbian lover. He imagined his beautiful wife divorcing him and moving to Stockholm with her Swedish, lesbian lover, after he stupidly told her that he's a cross dresser and wanted to have one time sex with a man. 'Damn. That's not right. He was good with her sexual fantasy. Why wasn't she good with his sexual fantasy?' Perhaps if he imagined a different woman having sex with his wife there'd be a different outcome. He'd loved to watch a gorgeous redheaded, Irish woman named Maureen sucking on his wife's big tits. He loved to watch them giving one another an orgasm while in the sixty-nine position. Then, trying his best to stop his mind from thinking it, the same thing that happened with Greta happened with Maureen to ruin his fantasy. He imagined Emma leaving him for Maureen, her lesbian lover. Divorcing him and moving to Dublin after telling her that he enjoyed wearing woman's clothes and wanted to have one time sex with a man, that's all that it took for him to ruin everything. 'Double damn. That's not good either. I never should have told her that I'm a cross dresser and I never should have told her that I wanted to have sex with a man.' He erased Greta and Maureen from his mind to concentrate on Ebony, a black woman from the inner city of Detroit. Oh, yeah, he'd love to watch his blonde bombshell of a wife being sodomized with a dildo by a black haired, brown skinned woman. Or perhaps Emma would prefer having lesbian sex with a sexy Asian woman named Janya with her wearing a strap-on dildo. Holy shit! Opening up an entire array of possibilities, this is the best secret that Emma could have ever confessed to him. Only, suddenly, he imagined Emma leaving him to go off with Ebony and Janya to live not in Detroit but in Hong Kong after appearing before them dressed as a woman. 'God, I hope that doesn't happen,' he thought to himself. 'I'd have to learn Chinese just to find her.' * * * * * "Tell me and be specific so that I can imagine her with you too," he said while thinking of Greta, Maureen, Ebony, and Janya. "What do you imagine your lesbian lover looking like?" Oh, oh that was a faux pas. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the words lesbian lover. Premature in already defining her and buttonholing her as a lesbian, he needed to choose his words more carefully. He hoped she'd still want to continue playing their pillow talk game. Walking a fine line, even if it was just a sexual fantasy, the bottom line was that they were talking about her having an extra marital affair, albeit with her having sex with a woman instead of with a man. Being that she was sharing her secret with him again, so tempted to confess his cross dressing secret to her too but biding his time for the right moment, he'd love to free his guilty conscience by sharing his cross dressing secret with her. Only, just as he imagined with Greta, Maureen, Ebony, and Janya, he feared her leaving him for her lesbian lover, whatever was her name. "She's beautiful, of course," she said talking specifically as if she already had someone in mind. "A brunette perhaps with long, lush hair, modest breasts, a beautiful smile, and a nice ass," she said moving her hands in front of her as if she was imagining squeezing and feeling the woman's ass. "In the way that I'd be enamored with her ass, I'd like her to be enamored with my big tits," she said removing herself from him to lay beside him. In describing her, she was blinking her eyelids fast as if she had something in her eye or as if the imagined image that she had of the woman sexually excited her. "Tell me, what do you imagine her doing to you and you doing to her?" While he looked at her with contained sexual excitement, she looked at him as if afraid to tell him all that she sexually imagined doing to her fantasy, lesbian lover. Encouraging her, he gently fingered her nipples with one hand while lovingly rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy with his other hand. He hoped that by getting her more sexually excited that she'd confess more of her sexual fantasy of making love to a woman. Not wanting her to stop talking about her lesbian fantasy now, he wanted to hear every sexy detail of his wife having sex with a woman. "I'd kiss her, French kiss her, of course, while touching her and feeling her while she touched and felt me," she said closing her eyes as if she was imagining kissing her lesbian lover. Then, opening her eyes, she looked at him no doubt to see his reaction to her wanting to French kiss, touch, and feel a woman. "Of course," he said pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples with one hand while slowly rubbing her clit more purposefully with one finger and probing her pussy deeper with his another finger. "What else?" She looked at him as if she was afraid to tell him how she really felt about having sex with a woman. Only, with her becoming more sexually aroused by him fingering her nipples and masturbating her, the thing that was leading her to having another orgasm was him pressing her to tell him more about her imagined lesbian affair. Obviously, whenever she talked about having sex with a woman, she became more sexually aroused. Obviously, her fantasy of a lesbian affair was as sexually exciting to her as it was to him listening to her talking about her having a lesbian lover. Obviously her lesbian fantasy was as sexually exciting to her as it was sexually exciting to him in wanting to walk in public dressed as a woman and/or perhaps even to have sex with a man. "Just as you're doing now, I'd want her to finger my nipples while fingering my pussy," she said looking down at his fingers pulling her nipples before flashing her baby blues at him. "I'd want her to suck my nipples in the way that I wish you'd do now. I love it when you suck my big tits Daniel," said Emma. He leaned to her to suck her nipples. Taking her erect, hard nipple in his mouth, he sucked one of her nipples while fingering her pussy before sucking her other nipple. Seeming sexually satisfied with him briefly sucking her nipples, she appeared ready to tell him more about her imagined lesbian affair. "Is that all?" He fell quiet while waiting for her to speak more about her lesbian fantasy. "No," she said looking at him looking at her. Not wanting to ruin the mood, he tried to remain quiet but, too sexually excited by the thoughts of her having a lesbian affair, he couldn't. "What else do you imagine doing? You can tell me. It's just as sexual fantasy. It isn't as if it's already happened," he said with a nervous laugh. In the strange way she was acting, suddenly he wondered if she's already had a lesbian affair and didn't tell him in the way he hasn't told her about his cross dressing or about his thoughts of having sex with another man. "I'd like to look down to see the top of her head and the top portion of her pretty face while knowing that a woman was fingering my pussy while licking my pussy," she said. She reached down to touch herself as if the woman was eating her while fingering her now. "I'd like to see her big, brown eyes looking up at me while she licked and fingered my pussy. I'd like to hear her making noises with her mouth while licking me as I moaned in sexual pleasure," she said grabbing her breasts in both hands while fingering her nipples. Wow! Holy shit. That's hot that his wife wants a woman to give her oral pleasure. Now he really felt guilty about not going down on her more often than he has. Definitely, it was his fault that she wanted a lesbian lover. Nah, just as he's feeling guilty over cross dressing and occasionally thinking about having sex with a man, he doesn't need to feel guilty over her having a lesbian sexual fantasy too. Because he was born an Irish Catholic, he has enough guilty thoughts without adding any more to his guilty feelings. "So your sexual fantasy is to make out with a long haired, brunette woman with big, brown eyes, modest breasts, a beautiful smile, and a nice ass," he said. "Have I captured her correctly?" He imagined a long haired, brunette woman named Sandy, Kathy, Debbie, or Linda with big, brown eyes, modest breasts, a beautiful smile, and a nice ass going down on his wife while making all sorts of pussy licking noises. Wow! "Yes," she said closing her eyes and quivering. Obviously swooning by him reiterating the description of the woman that she had in her head, he realized that this was more than just a sexual fantasy. For her to be swooning, she must have a woman in mind. So telling by the look on her face, she was serious about having lesbian sex with a woman who looked much like the woman that she just described to him. "So, your sexual fantasy is for such a woman to feel and touch you everywhere while you touched and feel her everywhere before she sucked your tits, fingered your pussy, and ate your pussy," he said. "Is that it?" He hoped that wasn't it. He hoped there was more, so much more that she felt compelled to confess to him about her lesbian affair in the way that he felt so guilty about not confessing to her that he was a cross dresser. "No," she said with a nervous laugh. "My sexual fantasy is so much more than that. It's not just about sex. It's about making a woman to woman connection, a joining of women, if you will," she said rolling her eyes and sighing while looking at him with exasperation. "You make it sound as if you're reading instructions. With you concentrating on her description, you make my sexual fantasy sound too much like a guy thing. You make it sound as if this is your sexual fantasy instead of mine." She was right. Especially with him a cross dresser, he needed to think more like a woman than a man. This was her fantasy and not his. He needed her to tell him what she wanted and not for him to confuse her by ruining her fantasy with his. "Sorry, I was just trying to get the image of her in my head. I was just trying to imagine you having sex with this woman," he said. "I'm just trying to wrap my brain around the fact that my beautiful wife is a want to be lesbian," he said with a dirty laugh. Oops, he did it again. While trying to be funny to ease the sudden tension, maybe he shouldn't have called her a lesbian. He hoped he didn't offend her by going too far in his disapproval of her wanting to experience a lesbian affair. For sure, he didn't want to pull the plug on her sexual fantasy when she was just confiding in him more in the way that he wanted her to confide in him and in the way that he wanted to confide in her. "It's absurd I know and it's probably something that will never happen but it's just a sexual fantasy that I have," she said looking at him. He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was thinking of her lesbian lover. He wondered if this was a good time to tell her about his cross dressing secret. Then, he thought about Greta, Maureen, Ebony, and Janya. He thought about her asking for a divorce and leaving him. Not wanting to push the envelope to make his worst nightmare his reality, he didn't think he should tell her that he's a cross dresser and that he's been thinking about having sex with a man. "I see," he said. After confessing her sexual fantasy to him, with a vacant look in her eyes as if she was off somewhere else with her lesbian lover, she looked so nakedly vulnerable. Perhaps the reason why she asked her next question was that she wanted him to be nakedly vulnerable with her too. Perhaps with him admitting his sexual fantasy, she'd feel more comfortable in confessing her sexual fantasy more in depth. "Don't you have a sexual fantasy?" She looked at him with inquisitiveness while he looked at her with guilt. "Surely, you must have a sexy secret that you haven't confessed to me?" She waited for him to answer and when he didn't respond with not much more than a shrug, she continued. "You must have some skeleton hidden in your closet that you haven't told me and would never want exposed for fear of the judgmental embarrassment that you're as normal as the rest of us," she said with a laugh. To be continued... Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 03 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Emma's secret lesbian fantasy inspires Daniel to tell her his secret of being a cross dresser. "Don't you have a sexual fantasy?" She looked at him with inquisitiveness while he looked at her with guilt. 'Do I have a sexual fantasy? I have a million of them,' he thought to himself. 'If only she knew how many sexual fantasies I have, she'd think me a pervert.' Nonetheless all of the sexual fantasies he had, he didn't answer her. "Surely, you must have a sexy secret that you haven't confessed to me?" 'If only she knew his cross dressing secret,' he thought to himself. Again, instead of saying anything, he remained quiet. 'If only she knew he'd like to have sex with a man one time just to see what it felt like to have a man suck him before, perhaps, he sucked a man, he wondered her reaction.' Not wanting to play this silly game of him confessing his sexual fantasies to her and in this way, this was her show. She's the one who started their pillow talking conversation with I want to have sex with a woman. He didn't start the conversation with I'm a cross dresser. If he was the one confessing his secret, sexual fantasy instead of her, he'd volunteer all kinds of secret, sexy things. Only, instead, the spotlight was on her and not him. She waited for him to answer her question and when he didn't respond with much more than a shrug, she continued. "Surely, you must have some skeleton hidden in your closet that you haven't told me and would never want exposed for fear of the judgmental embarrassment that you're as normal as the rest of us," she said with a laugh. He wished he had the courage to tell her all of his sexual fantasies. Maybe she'd have a good laugh over some of them. He loved her laugh. She was even so much more beautiful when she was smiling and laughing. Giving color to her cheeks whenever she was laughing, if he could have created the perfect women, he would have created Emma. Truly, he's a lucky man to have someone like her as his wife and his partner in life. With her always teasing him and joking around with him, he loved her playfulness. He enjoyed the fact that they could talk about anything and share everything, that is, other than his cross dressing secret. Yet, he was hoping to rectify that soon by telling her that he enjoys wearing women's clothes. Only, now, with her confessing her sexual secret in wanting to have sex with a woman, he felt pressured to tell her his secret in wanting to wear woman's clothes and possibly even have sex with a man. With such a negative stigma attached to cross dressing, as if he was doing something wrong by wearing women's clothes, he felt so guilty. Yet, something that most people who aren't cross dressers wouldn't understand, cross dressing was his badge of courage against his struggle with gender identification. Never winning the war but giving into the battle by choosing a side, male and/or female cross dressers straddle the line. Most times dressing as men, sometimes they give in to their always there and sometimes more emerging feminine side to dress themselves as a woman. "We all have secrets," he said finally while feeling bad for not taking this opportunity to take her in his confidence and to tell her his deepest, darkest secret. "Being that it wasn't until I was 30-years-old when I met you and married you, I've done some things I'm not proud of doing but am not ready to discuss them with you just yet," he said deciding not to tell her that he's a cross dresser. Assuring himself that he would tell her that he cross dresses, he'd tell her his cross dressing secret after she had her lesbian affair, if she was to have a lesbian affair and told him all of the sexy details during their pillow talk. This way with him having something over her, he wouldn't feel as bad in her having something over him. It wasn't that he didn't trust her to keep his secret, he was just filled with so much guilt and angst that he needed to cross dress that he feared she may not understand his need to dress as a woman. Usually always in control, he felt weak in his inability to control his wanton desire to cross dress. Feeling enough guilt that he felt bad about himself, he didn't want her feeling bad about him too. If only she knew he was thinking of having sex with a man, different than her wanting to have sex with a woman, when he didn't even understand why he'd want a man over her, he didn't think she'd understand that either. Yet, with just her focused stare, as if she could see inside of him and knew what he was thinking, she looked at him as if she already knew or suspected his cross dressing secret. She looked at him as if she was a police officer waiting for him to confess and come clean with the truth. As if they were both thinking about one another's sexual fantasies, they fell silent until she spoke again. Only, with him not yet telling her his cross dressing secret and with her already telling him her lesbian secret, no doubt, now he had more secret, sexual fantasies to imagine and to confess than she did. "Perhaps, you'd like to know what it feels like to be with another woman or with two women," she said treading on thin ice while prodding him to confess his sexual fantasies, whatever they were. "Yes, that would be hot to see you with another woman naked and in bed together," he said. Suddenly the imagined image of her with another woman took control of his mind. She covered herself by encouraging him with her look as if goading him to respond in kind. Exciting him in the way he excited her by fingering her nipples and fingering her pussy, sexually teasing him in the way that he was sexually teasing her, she slowly stroked his cock. "Perhaps you'd like to watch me having sex with a woman," she said giving him a sexy look while exploring dangerous ground. With her look making him want to confess his secret, he was so tempted to tell her that he was a cross dresser but not wanting to ruin the moment of her telling him about her secret, sexual, lesbian fantasy, his secret could wait. Obviously knowing her well enough to know what she wanted, if that's what it took for him to agree for her to have a lesbian affair, what she wanted was for him to confess that he'd love to have sex with another women too. At the very least, what she obviously wanted to hear was for him to agree for her to have lesbian sex with a woman while he watched. With him knowing her well enough that he could read her, obviously what she wanted was for him to tell her his sexual peccadilloes too, no doubt so that she wouldn't feel so exposed in his eyes. Perhaps sweetening the pot and as if this was already part of this prearranged deal, she conceded by giving him her blessings for him to watch her having lesbian sex with a woman and/or for him to have sex with her lesbian lover too. 'Wow! This lesbian affair must mean a lot to her for her to invite me to watch and/or to even participate to entice him to give her his blessings,' he thought. Yet, somewhat troubled by her sexual lust for a woman, he wasn't sure how he felt about his wife sneaking around behind his back and lusting over women, even if only a sexual fantasy. No doubt when she was sexually thinking about a woman, she wasn't sexually thinking about him. Then, again, when he's dressed as a woman, he's not thinking about her either; he's only thinking about himself. Then, again, when he's dressed as a woman, he sometimes thinks of having sex with her while dressed as a woman. With the guilt he felt by not giving her as much oral orgasms as she gives him, he feared once she had a lesbian affair, she'd turn lesbian. He feared once she swung for the fences from the other side of the plate that she'd take off with Greta, Maureen, Ebony, or Janya. Unable to compete with a woman, he's just a cross dressing man. Had it been a man she was lusting over instead of a woman, he'd be upset instead of being intrigued enough to be sexually excited. Curious to see how this would play out, imagined or real, he'd love to meet the woman who captured his wife's sexual interest. Sexually excited to see his wife naked with another naked woman, this arrangement could work out really well. Only, knowing Emma, this was nothing more than a fantasy and not much more than pillow talk. With him knowing her as well as he did, she'd never have lesbian sex. It's a good thing he didn't confess his cross dressing secret to her. Definitely, he should wait until she actually goes through with having sex with a woman, if ever she does, before taking her in his confidence about his need to wear women's clothes. Nevertheless, if her sexual fantasy never materialized into anything more than just pillow talk, the fact that they were discussing her secret, sexual fantasy of having a lesbian affair was hot. "I'd like to see you having lesbian sex with a woman," he said finally showing her his cards by dipping his toes along with is cock in her lesbian, sexual fantasy. He imagined her having sex with her beautiful, brunette, lesbian lover. "Really?" She looked at him as if to see if he was teasing her. "You would?" He imagine his wife French kissing her lesbian lover. He imagined her lesbian loving sliding down her body to eat her pussy. He imagined Emma having her tits felt and her nipples fingered while her brown haired, brown eyed woman licked her pussy. "Yes. I would. That's kind of my sexually fantasy too, seeing my beautiful wife making love with another beautiful woman," he said with a dirty laugh. "Actually, that's a lot of guys' sexual fantasy to watch their wives or girlfriends having sex with another woman." "It is?" "Oh, yeah, big time," he said encouraging her with a nod of his head. Exhaling a big sigh of relief, she hugged him and kissed on the lips. "Thank you for being such an understanding husband," she said. "Oh, my God, just the thought that I have your blessing to have lesbian sex makes it all the more possible without having any of the guilt of the lying and sneaking around," she said staring at him while awaiting his answer. "And would you want to participate too or just watch?" Lying and sneaking around? He wondered what she meant by that. Has she been lying to him and sneaking around behind his back or did she just make a comment without thinking of what she was saying? With him now suspicious of her presently having a lesbian affair, she made it sound as if she was already having a secret, lesbian affair. With her describing her fantasy lover in such detail, she made it sound as if she already had a lesbian lover. Suddenly, he felt as if there as an interloper in his marriage. Suddenly, he felt that he wasn't the center of her sexual attention in the way that he's always been. "Being that this would be your first time with a woman, if you don't mind, I'd rather just watch." He said as if Emma was really going through with having sex with a woman. "Maybe, if this goes well, the three of us could get together another time," he said talking as if she already had a woman in mind and this experimental foray into lesbianism was really going to happen. "Or maybe with this being your first time with a woman, you'd rather be with her alone." If it was to ever happened, he wondered how he'd really feel about her having a lesbian lover. Just looking at the upside, he didn't even think about the downside until now. Would he really want a third person in his marriage, in his bed, and involved in his personal affairs? Would he trust another person with all of their secrets and personal things? Would he want someone snooping around his bedroom, his bathroom, and his computer when she was with Emma and he wasn't at home? Why on Earth would he want to share the attention of Emma with anyone, even with a woman? Yet, if she had a sister, she'd be talking to her all the time on the phone and telling her personal things that he may not want her to tell anyone, especially her imagined sister. Much like some of her close friends, she still honors the boundaries of what she says and doesn't say about him and/or their marriage. Only, the boundaries of what she confesses to her lesbian lover may be wider and more forgiving than the boundaries of what she says to her close friends and/or even to her sister, if she had a sister. "Actually, I'd like for you to watch first before having a threesome," she said. "Just as you'd like to watch me having sex with a woman, I'd like to watch you having sex with another woman too." What? Seriously? She'd like to watch me having sex with another woman? Was she just saying that as his tempting reward for allowing her to have sex with a woman or did she really mean that she'd like to watch him having sex with another woman? He couldn't imagine any woman, unless she was a swinger, wanting to watch her husband having sex with another woman. A new, sexy dimension to their relationship, he looked at her shocked by all that she was confessing. Wow! Her confession added to the guilt he felt over him not confessing his cross dressing secret to her. Especially now that she was talking so very much about her imagined lesbian lover, he needed to come clean. He needed to tell her that he not only enjoys wearing women's clothes but also that sometimes he thinks about having sex with a man. If she was so willingly able to confess all of what she's already confessed to him, he should do the same in confessing his cross dressing secret to her. Nonetheless his not confessing his secret to her yet, he liked the idea of watching her having sex with a woman as much if not more as he liked the idea of her watching him having sex with a woman. If it was ever to come to pass, he just wasn't keen on the idea of watching her with another man, if indeed that was her next secret, sexual fantasy and her next transgression. "I don't think I could watch you having sex with another man," he said making a sour face while putting that out there for her to know his displeasure with that. With him saying that about not wanting to watch her having sex with another man, she fell silent as if she was debating about saying any more. Was that on her agenda to not only have sex with a woman but also with a man? Was that her next sexual fantasy that she was about to confess? Was it just a guy thing that she could watch him having sex with another woman but he couldn't bear to watch her having sex with another man? Or was she just agreeing that he could have sex with her lesbian lover just so that she could have guiltless sex with her lesbian lover. Wow! They haven't even embarked on this lesbian, extramarital affair and it's already causing problems between them. Then, she floored him with what she said next. * * * * * "She has a husband," she said. Bingo! That explains why she suddenly fell silent when he said that he couldn't watch her having sex with another man. "She has a husband?" Nearly ruining his sexual fantasy of her with her lesbian lover and with him in a threesome with her and her lesbian lover, he looked at her stunned. "Who has a husband?" "My, um, fantasy, lesbian lover," she said. Now not knowing if her fantasy lover was real or imagined before, he suspected she was real now. Not wanting her to clam up, threading carefully, he persevered in his questioning of her to uncover what was true and what was fiction. Confused, he wasn't sure if this was a sexual fantasy of if Emma has already had lesbian sex. Chances are if this woman was real, then maybe they've already had lesbian sex. "She does?" "Yes," she looked at him with guilt written all over her face. "And what's his name?" Not yet even knowing the name of her imagined lesbian lover and if her lesbian lover and her husband were even imagined or real. "Martin. His name is Martin," she said. Just as he was curious what her lesbian lover looked like before she described her to him, now he wondered what the husband of her lesbian lover looked like. What kind of man is he to allow his wife to have a lesbian affair? Maybe he's a man just like him? Maybe it sexually excites him to watch two women having sex with one another in the way that it would surely sexually excite him to watch his wife having sex with a woman. In that moment, he knew she had been unfaithful to him just as he had been not honest with her in hiding his cross dressing secret from her for ten, long years. Playing her game now, but careful not to spoil the sexy fun, he persevered in his pillow talk. Not wanting her to hold back or to lie to him, he needed to know more. He needed to know everything. He needed Emma to tell him if she's already had lesbian sex or not. "And is the husband of your fantasy lover okay with his wife having sex with women or is that something he doesn't know," he said with a nervous laugh. "Or maybe he wants to watch too." She paused to look at him as if to read him before saying what she said next. "With them having an open marriage, he knows that his wife is bi-sexual. Actually, he likes to watch too. He enjoys watching her with other woman," she said pausing, "and with other men. Should we get together, he'd like to watch too," she said pausing again as if debating if she should say what she was thinking. Confused, he still didn't know if she was talking about a real person or an imagined one. Only, now her fantasy characters sounded more real than imagined. In the way she described the woman of her sexual fantasy, he could already see her in the way that he was unable to see Greta, Maureen, Ebony, and Janya. Suddenly, with her bags packed, he imagined her waving goodbye to him when leaving him for her lesbian lover and her husband. "You mean, for you to live out your sexual fantasy by making love to another woman," he said already knowing the answer to his question. "I'd have to agree to another man seeing you naked while the both of us watched you and his wife having lesbian sex?" He wondered how he'd react to another man seeing Emma naked. He wondered how he'd react to seeing his wife naked with another woman. In the way that he wanted to and was invited to have sex with her lesbian lover, he wondered how he'd react to her lesbian lover's husband having sex with his wife. He wondered how his wife would react to another man having sex with her and making love to her before fucking her. If it wasn't enough that her sexual fantasy was having sex with a woman, going from that to them having a threesome, now they were talking about swapping partners. "I guess so. Yes," she said seemingly uncomfortable with his reaction to another man seeing her naked. "I really didn't think it through that far being that I wanted to run it all by you first." Run it all by me first? Run what by me? He still didn't know if their pillow talk conversation was imagined or real. Now he didn't know if she was still only talking about having sex with just a woman or if having sex with her husband was part of the deal. Maybe now that he knows her lesbian friend has a husband who wants to watch his wife with her too, suspecting that Emma would want to have sex with him too, she was worried that he'd squash this lesbian tryst before it even started. Maybe these people really do exist and are not just fantasy characters in her head. "So, being that you already know she has a husband and even know his name, it sounds like you already have someone in mind," he said with a nervous, little laugh while prying her for more information. He looked at her with curiosity while she paused in her pillow talking dialogue to look at him as if already apologizing for being unfaithful to him. "Actually, I do," she said avoiding making eye contact with him. "She's an acquaintance. One of my father's clients that he had when she was having to deal her mother's estate after her death," she said. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 03 Oh, my God. This fantasy is real. This lesbian fantasy is not imagined but real. He was as excited as he was confused. His wife has a lesbian lover. Now what? "By the way," he said wondering what was real and what was imagined. "Since I already know the name of her husband but don't know her name, what's her name?" Being that his wife was so softly feminine, with opposites attracting, he imagined her lesbian lover's name to be Butch, Helga, or Olga. He imagined her lesbian lover to be covered with tattoos, with piercings, and with her sleeves rolled up as if she's a longshoreman. He imagined her having a tattoo of an Iron Maiden on her chest, a Don't Fuck with Me tattoo on her arm, and a tattoo of a strap-on dildo tattoo on her ass. Wow! "Veronica," she said. "Ronnie. She likes to be called Ronnie." "Veronica? Wow! That's a hot name," he said while thinking that a bi-sexual woman named Veronica didn't sound like a butch dyke type of name. "Pray tell, how do you know so much about this Veronica?" Relieved that her name wasn't Butch, Helga, or Olga, and/or Greta, Maureen, Ebony, or Janya for that matter, that's not so bad he thought. Actually, that name is kind of hot. He liked the name. "Over the weeks, we got to talking while she was waiting for her appointments with my dad. She's really nice. We, um, even had lunch a couple of times," she said looking at him with guilt and consternation while biting her lip. Oh, oh. Lunch? Hmm, he wondered what lesbians ate for lunch. Maybe they both had a pussy sandwich with extra hot sauce or tossed a salad with extra creamy dressing. "I see," he said giving her a long, thoughtful look. "So, tell me, and be honest. I won't be angry with you but have you already had sex with this woman?" He could always tell when she was lying and surprising her with his direct question, while reading her facial expressions, he waited for her to give him a direct answer. "Sex? No. Of course not," she said pausing long enough, too long, to make him suspect that she was lying. "We, um, didn't have sex but she, um, kissed me," she said in a soft voice as if she was imagining kissing her lesbian lover. She looked too guilty for him to believe that they haven't already done more than just kissing. "She kissed you?" Obviously expecting him to be angry with her, she looked at him as if ready for a fight but he wasn't angry with her at all. He wasn't looking for a fight. He just wanted information. He just wanted all of the sexy details of the beginning of her first lesbian affair. Suddenly confronted with more than just a sexual fantasy, he was trying to understand and cope with all of the ramifications of her not only having a lesbian affair but also having another person that she cared for in her life. Then, looming larger than life, there was the matter of the woman's husband. "It was just a kiss Daniel. No big deal," she said with a shrug. Quick in her defense, she was being defensive. He knew there was more than just a kiss between them. Imagining all sorts of things, he imagined each one taking turns wearing a strap-on dildo while fucking one another before eating one another. Now that he was confronted by her not just wanting to be with a woman but with her already kissing a woman and no doubt more, he looked at her stunned. As if he had been deceived by her, he looked at her with hurt. Yet, he's been deceiving her about his need to cross dress for ten years. If he hasn't been unfaithful in his actions, he's been unfaithful in his thoughts with thinking about having sex with a man. This was no longer a fantasy but a reality check. This was now part of their life. It was then that he realized that he could perhaps compete with another man but he could never compete with another woman, especially with a woman who had a beautiful smile and a nice ass. Should his wife, Emma, fall in love with Veronica, Ronnie, as she preferred being called, he'd lose her forever. Yet, there was another man involved too, Veronica's husband. Suddenly, he imagined the three of them in bed having sex while he sat home alone dressed as a woman. "Kissed you where?" He couldn't believe his hot, sexy wife kissed another woman. "On the lips silly," she said with a nervous laugh while giving him a sexy look. She looked at him as if he was naïve and apparently he was to think that his hot, sexy wife could never be attracted to a woman in the way she was attracted to him. "No, I mean, where? In the office? In your car? In the ladies room?" Giving everyone a lesbian sex show, he imagined them rolling around the floor somewhere in public with their blouses unbuttoned, their breasts out of their bras, their skirts up to their waists, and their panties down to their ankles. "Ladies room? Gross," she laughed while making a sour face. "We went for a walk through the park after lunch and kissed on a secluded bench beneath a weeping willow tree," she said. "It was as private as it was romantic," she said swooning. "I see," he said suddenly feeling the uncontrollable urge to weep that his wife had a lesbian lover. His wife was cheating on him with not a man but with a woman. With him on the outside looking in while living vicariously with whatever she chose to tell him, for the first time, he felt detached from her. Even though she invited him to watch and/or to participate as a threesome, he wasn't privy to seeing their first kiss. Moreover, with her lesbian lover having a husband, if he was to partake in a threesome, no doubt Veronica's husband would want to do the same. If it wasn't enough that he was suddenly sharing his wife with a lesbian or a bi-sexual woman, whatever she is, now he'd have to share his wife with another man. Seemingly, what was a great idea before, wasn't such a great idea now. "I told her that needed to I'd talk to you first. I told her that I couldn't have sex with her unless you agreed," she said, obviously with her mind already made up to have sex with the woman. Apparently now with her kissing Veronica, this was more than just pillow talk. This was the real deal. Emma just asked him if she could have sex with Veronica, he said pronouncing her name in his mind by enunciating each of the four syllables, Ver-ron-i-ca. "And what else have you done with this Veronica besides allowing her to kiss you," he said unable to control his jealousy. Remaining silent, she looked at him as if afraid to tell him but then she did. Somehow she summoned the courage to tell him her lesbian secret when he couldn't summon the courage to tell her his cross dressing secret. If anything, she was more honest with him than he was with her. "She felt my breasts while I felt her ass," she said finally while making direct eye contact with him as if she was proud of the fact that she was sexually desired by a woman. Suddenly, as if he was there watching them kissing, he had a vision of Veronica feeling Emma's D cup breasts while his wife felt her lesbian lover's nice ass through her clothes. With his imagination running away from him, assuming that they were fully dressed, now he needed to know if they were dressed or if they were naked. "Inside your clothes or outside of your clothes?" Adding more to his sexual imagery, he hoped they felt one another inside of their clothes. Adding even more to his sexual imagery, he hoped they were both totally naked somewhere else other than on the park bench beneath the weeping willow tree that she told them where they were sitting. "Outside of our clothes," she said and he believed her. He imagined his wife kissing another woman while Ronnie felt her big breasts and Emma felt her wonderful ass. He imagined this lesbian affair really happening and when it did, he'd confess his cross dressing secret to her. Imagining the two of them together having lesbian sex while he watched his wife with Veronica's husband, there was a long pause before he spoke. "So, with you going so as far as to allow this woman to kiss you while feeling your breasts through your clothes, am I expected to believe that is all you've done with Veronica?" He said her name in his mind again in four distinct syllables, Ver-ron-i-ca. He always liked his wife's name and remembered doodling Emma a hundred times every day when he first met her and started dating her. Now in the same way he was fascinated with the name Emma, he was now fascinated with the name Veronica. Veronica was such a sexy name. "Well, to be honest, now that I recall it," she said pausing and acting as if she was having trouble remembering. "After she stuck her hand in my blouse and down my bra to feel my breast and finger my nipple, she stuck her hand beneath my skirt and cupped my pussy through my panty. Then, pushing my panty aside, she fingered me," she said fluttering her eyelids as if she was experiencing an orgasm now. "She masturbated me. She gave me a wonderful orgasm. She did," said Emma nodding her head up and down as if she needed that extra bit of head bobbing movement to explain herself. "Then, she licked my vaginal secretions from her finger as if my pussy was finger licking good," she said with obvious sexual arousal in her voice. Holy shit! He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe Veronica not only felt her breast and fingered her nipple but also she had her wicked lesbian way with his wife's pussy. He was stunned. Oh, yeah, and by the way, now that she recalled, Veronica masturbated her? Are you kidding me? Her first lesbian experience, that's something someone wouldn't forget. He couldn't believe that his Emma allowed Veronica to have her wicked, lesbian way with her pussy. With his mind imagining her manicured fingers, Veronica's fingers were inside of his wife's pussy. Veronica masturbated his wife. What the fuck? Are you kidding me? He wondered what else she's done with God only knows who. Nevertheless his feigned outrage, he was sexually excited, an understatement, by this newly confessed lesbian revelation. Suddenly he had a vision of Emma being initiated into a lesbian club. As her initiation, as if she was fresh meat and a newly incarcerated female prisoner in jail, he imagined her having a forced lesbian gangbang. He had a vision of a group of wild lesbians gangbanging his wife with strap-on dildos and hand held vibrators. Turned to the other side, he imagined her never being the same and never wanting his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy again. "And prey tell what did you do for her?" Damn, with his wife looking so guilty, he didn't know what to make of all of this. He imagined his wife eating Veronica's pussy after Veronica ate her pussy. He imagined Veronica sitting on Emma's face while forcing her to eat her again and again. He imagined Veronica taking advantage of his wife's innocent crush and her infatuation with wanting to have a lesbian fling. He imagined Veronica forcing Emma to turn lesbian. Losing his wife forever, he feared losing her to an evil lesbian. "I French kissed her while feeling her ass through her pants. I wanted to do more," she said pausing to make eye contact with him. "I would have eaten her but I couldn't. Feeling compelled to get your take on his first, I needed your permission first. Besides there were people coming and I suddenly felt awkwardly embarrassed that we were making out on a park bench and guilty that I was kissing a woman," she said. What? She would have eaten Veronica's pussy if she could have and if they're weren't people coming. Oh, my God, these lesbian women are just as sexually depraved as heterosexual and/or gay men. He needed to say something to not only let her know that it was okay that she was having a lesbian affair but also to further encourage her to have a lesbian affair. Now that she was making out with a bi-sexual woman, obviously, the next step was for the two of them to have lesbian sex with him and Veronica's husband watching and/or participating. This was all getting too complicated too fast. "I'd never stop you from living out your sexual fantasy Emma," he said while thinking of her giving him her blessing to live out his sexual fantasies of cross dressing and maybe even having one time sex with a man. "Maybe you'll have your sexual fantasy after all," he said giving her a deep, wet kiss. Now he couldn't remove the image of his wife with Veronica naked and having lesbian sex. As if he was there watching, he could nearly see Veronica masturbating his wife while they kissed and she felt her sweet ass. "Oh, my God, Daniel, I'm so excited by the thought of making love to another woman," she said. "May I invite her and her husband over tonight?" Tonight? Seriously? Short notice, he couldn't believe she wants to invite Veronica and Martin over tonight? With her already telling him that he could watch, now he couldn't wait to participate in his first threesome with his sexy wife and lesbian lover. Tonight just may be the night. Tonight may be the night that opens a new dimension to their faithful, traditional marriage, albeit with him being a secret, closet, cross dresser. "If she was to accept your invitation, would you go down on her? Is that the plan?" He imagined Emma positioned between Veronica's legs and licking her pussy while fingering her pussy. He imagined Veronica straddling his wife's back with her long, shapely legs. With Veronica's legs spread wide open, he imagined Veronica moaning her sexual pleasure in the way that Emma moans her sexual pleasure when he's eating her. Only, in the way that he imagined Veronica eating Emma every day, it's been a long time since he's given his sexy wife oral pleasure, obviously the reason why she's turning lesbian. Then, he imagined Emma moaning her sexual pleasure when Veronica was eating her. "Would I go down on her?" She looked at him incredulously. "Do you mean, would I eat her pussy?" The vision of Veronica eating Emma held his brain hostage while the imagined image hardened his cock. With Veronica making her cum with her fingers, mouth, and tongue, he imagined Emma kissing Veronica before sliding herself down to finger her pussy. He imagined his beautiful wife licking Veronica's pussy while fingering her pussy before they both moved in a 69 position. If only he had licked her pussy more, she'd never want the sexual excitement of another woman. Maybe if he had given her sex while dressed as a woman, she wouldn't care to know what it really felt like to be with a woman in a lesbian affair. "Yes," he said. He couldn't believe he was giving his blessing to his wife having a lesbian affair. "Of course. That's the whole idea of being with another woman," she said with a sexy laugh. "Yes, that's the plan," she said with an excited laugh. "Definitely, I'd lick her pussy. In the way that I imagine her making me cum with her fingers, mouth, and tongue, I'd make her cum with my fingers, mouth, and tongue. Only, I thought we'd introduce one another, make small talk, and have a drink and a little something to eat, before jumping in bed as soon as they walked in the door," she said with a laugh. When she said that about eating another woman, he thought about her sucking another man's cock before he thought of a man sucking his cock and before he thought about him sucking a man's erect prick. His mind was now filled with the sexual possibilities of including a couple of swingers in his marriage. He couldn't help but imagine him having sex with Veronica while her husband had sex with his wife. He couldn't help the four of them in a heap of arms and legs having sex with one another at the same time. "Do you think you could have an orgasm with a woman eating your pussy instead of a man licking you?" Rolling her eyes and sighing loudly, she gave him a look as if he said something silly. "Daniel," she said taking his hand in hers and kissing it. "We're women. We not only know where all of the parts are but also we inherently and intimately know how they work. We wouldn't be fumbling around down there," she said with a laugh. Fumbling around? Suddenly, he felt like a failure. Feeling so downtrodden that he didn't sexually satisfy his wife by giving her what she really wanted, an oral orgasm, he wasn't a very good lover after thinking that he was. Not very mechanically inclined, he had an image of trying to give his wife a vaginal orgasm with detailed directions and a screwdriver before giving up and handing her over to a real professional, a lesbian. "Is that what I do?" He shot her a hurt look. "Fumble around?" He looked at her with hurt feelings while she looked at him with a warm and understanding smile. "No, you're a good pussy licker and I always have an orgasm when you eat me. Only, sweetie, you don't eat me nearly enough as I'd like and not nearly as much as I suck you," she said. She may as well have said, if only you had eaten me more, I wouldn't have these lesbian thoughts. I wouldn't have had a sexual fantasy of having a lesbian affair. Guilty as charged. She's right. She gives him way more blowjobs than he gives her oral orgasms. Just as he suspected, it was all his fault. He's the one responsible for turning her lesbian or bi-sexual, at the least. Trying his best to gloss his inadequacy of giving his wife enough oral orgasms, he tried glossing over it with humor. Only, feeling responsible as if he had driven his wife to have a lesbian affair by him not licking her pussy enough, he felt guilty. "That's because, not wanting to deny you the oral pleasure of my cock, I know how much you love blowing me," he said with a nervous laugh while hoping to ease the tension between them. She looked at him and made a sour face that wrinkled her brow. "Yeah, well, it's time you put your mouth where you're cock's been. Lick my pussy. I need to cum," she said with a laugh. "Only, there's one more thing." Ready to give her a good pussy licking, she stopped him short by her saying that there's one more thing. "One more thing?" He looked at her as if she was about to ask him for a divorce. He looked at her as if she was about to ask him if Greta, Maureen, Ebony, Janya, Veronica, and Martin could live with them in their big house. Certainly, they had enough bedrooms and bathrooms to accommodate overnight guests but for how long? "Yes," she said. "There's something that I haven't told you." Oh, oh. Here it comes. After telling him that she her sexual fantasy is to have lesbian sex and after confessing that she's already had lesbian sex, he couldn't even imagine what his wife was going to say now. "When you preference by saying there's one more thing, cravat emptor, you make me wary," he said hoping to lighten the suddenly heavy mood with a bit of levity. Suddenly, he imagined her joining a lesbian motorcycle group and getting Veronica's name tattooed on her beautiful chest along with Martin's name on her shapely ass. "It's her husband," she said biting her lip. To be continued... Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 04 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Daniel and Martin swinging in a foursome, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. * "One more thing?" He looked at her as if she was about to ask him for a divorce. He looked at her as if she was about to ask him if Greta, Maureen, Ebony, Janya, and Veronica, along with Martin, could live with them in their big house. He looked at her as if what they were about to do was a mistake or a necessary evil for them to embrace and to enhance their sexuality for them to continue to have a happy marriage. Willing to agree to anything so long as Emma not leave him and stay with him as his wife, best friend, and lover, certainly, they had enough bedrooms and bathrooms to accommodate six overnight guests but for how long? Even with Martin as the other rooster in his henhouse, what man in his right mind wouldn't want to live with six, sexual women? Given that four of the women, Greta, Maureen, Ebony, and Janya, were lesbian women, Veronica was a bi-sexual woman, and the sixth woman was his wife, Emma, who wanted to live out her lesbian fantasy. Only and seemingly for now, the one woman who wasn't lesbian was his wife Emma. Moreover, a small detail that needed to be mentioned, four of the six women, Greta, Maureen, Ebony, and Janya weren't real but imaginary women made up in his mind. Yet, a reality he feared, if not lesbian today, maybe Veronica would turn Emma lesbian tonight. He couldn't help himself from imagining Veronica between his wife's legs fingering her pussy while licking her pussy. He couldn't help himself from imagining Veronica giving Emma an orgasm. He couldn't help himself from imagining Emma between Veronica's legs fingering her pussy while licking her pussy. He couldn't help himself from imagining Emma giving Veronica an orgasm. Then, with the faces of the two women buried in one another's pussies, he couldn't help but imagine them in the sixty-nine position and going at one another as if they were bitches in heat. "Yes, there's one more thing," she said looking at him with nervous, sexual excitement. "There's something that I haven't told you." Expecting the worst but hoping for the best, her secret little something, no doubt, was the other shoe. When things feel so good and whenever he's so happy, someone always drops the other shoe to return him to reality. What she was about to tell him, whatever it was, was the other shoe. Just once, he'd like to revel in the thought of Emma experiencing her lesbian, sexual fantasy, and him being allowed to dress as a woman without someone dropping the other shoe. Something she hasn't told me? Now what? He wondered what it was. Is it not enough that her secret, sexual fantasy was to have lesbian sex with a woman? Is it not enough that she's already had lesbian sex with bi-sexual woman when Veronica kissed her, felt her big breasts, and masturbated her? Is it not enough that Veronica has a husband, Martin? Is it not enough that in the way that he'd like to watch Emma having sex with Veronica, Martin wants to watch Veronica having sex with Emma too? Is it not enough that for Emma to have her lesbian fantasy that he'd have to allow Veronica's husband to see his wife naked? Is it not enough that her little lesbian sexual fantasy has now suddenly turned into them possibly engaging in swinging sex with another couple? What else could she possibly tell him that she hasn't already told him? Usually looking at her with love, kindness, and understanding when he's not looking at her with lust, desire, and horniness, he looked at her as if he no longer knew his wife. As if she was someone else, some other sexual being who suddenly liked women as much as she liked men, he looked at her as if she was a sexual animal instead of his loving wife. Catching him off guard, by telling him that Veronica had a husband and that now there was something else, he didn't know if he should look at her with dread or with sexual excitement. Judging her by the look of seriousness on her face, he read her look to make her facial expression his own. Now, instead of looking at her with love, kindness, and understanding, and instead of looking at her with lust, desire, and horniness, he looked at her with dread while afraid of what she was about to say. "When you preference by saying there's one more thing, cravat emptor, you make me wary," he said hoping to lighten the suddenly heavy mood with a bit of levity. "What used to be sometimes predictable coming out of the mouth of my beautiful, blonde wife, is now surprising. Especially after telling me that Veronica masturbated you, suddenly, I never know what you're going to say to shock me." She looked at him submissively as if wanting to ask his permission tell him something when she didn't need his permission to speak. In that moment, depending upon the type of lesbian sex she wanted to experience, he imagined her wanting to join a lesbian motorcycle gang, the Butch Bitches or the Pink Panties. Imagining her getting Veronica's name tattooed on her beautiful chest along with Martin's name forever inked on the side of her shapely ass, he couldn't help but think that he was losing his wife to a woman and possibly to another man. Going from their perfectly sheltered, little life to her wanting to experience her secret, sexual fantasy in having lesbian sex, what happened? Suddenly, he wished he could turn back the clock and return to how things were between them before she confessed her secret lesbian, sexual fantasy to him. Figuring it would make things even worse, he was glad that he didn't tell her his sexual secret that he was a closeted, cross dresser. With her suddenly wanting to play in the Devil's playground of decadence, debauchery, and depravity, imagining her swinging both ways, if this is the life she chooses, he didn't know if he could keep up with her. His cross dressing took whatever free time and extra, sexual energy he had. Besides at 40-years-old with more important priorities in his life, such as making money, he didn't have the sexual drive that he once had in his twenties and even in his early thirties. Emma, at 35-years-old, seemed to be just getting into her sexual stride. With him humping her as fast and as hard as he could already, he didn't think that he could hump her any faster or any harder to satisfy her sexually when it was Veronica and not him that she wanted. "It's her husband," she said biting her lip. "There's something about Martin that I haven't told you." Ready to give her a good pussy licking in the hopes that he could save her from turning lesbian with an oral orgasm, she stopped him short by her saying that there's one more thing and that one more thing is Veronica's husband, Martin. Her husband? He impatiently waited for the other shoe to fall with a resounding thud on their hardwood, bedroom floor. In the way she had sex with Veronica masturbating her, has she already had sex with Martin too? Is that it? Is that what she hasn't told him but what she needs to tell him now? While imagining the worst, their marriage vow of faithfulness being broken, shedding new light to this development and with renewed hopefulness, he imagined the best sexual scenario emerging. Thinking that she may have already had sex with Martin too, he couldn't believe it. His beautiful wife has suddenly turned into a lesbian whore willing to have sex with anyone, man or woman. 'What the fuck? Are you kidding me? No way,' he thought to himself while trying to remain calm. Just as her sexual confession could have good repercussions with him having sex with Veronica and possibly with Martin too, Emma finding her new born sexuality could have bad repercussions too, with her leaving him for them. Her having lesbian sex is one thing but her engaging in hetero, extra marital sex with another man is something else entirely and not part of their as yet, unspoken, sexual agreement. It was then that he wished he never had sexy, pillow talk with his wife and with her confessing her wanting to be with a woman. It was then that he wished Emma had never met Veronica. "Her husband? What about him?" Just as he couldn't imagine his sweet wife naked in another man's arms, he couldn't image what she was going to say next about Martin. What more could she possibly say about these two swingers? Yet hung up but in a good way on Veronica being lesbian and the thoughts of her having lesbian sex with Emma, he was hung up but in a bad way on his wife's lesbian lover having a husband and with Martin having heated, hetero sex with his wife. While kissing and kissing her, he imagined Martin feeling, fondling, and sucking Emma's big, beautiful breasts before serving up his erect, hard, hairy cock to her beautiful mouth. Her way of making him hard enough for her to have sexual intercourse with him, he imagined Emma sucking Martin's cock in the way he's already thought about Martin sucking his cock and he thought about sucking Martin's cock. Already on sexual overload, unable to stop the flood of pornographic images, he imagined Emma with her legs spread and Martin between them while fingering and licking her pussy long enough to make her cum. He imagined Emma with her legs spread and Martin between them humping her, making love to her, and fucking her while pounding her pussy hard enough to give her an orgasm. With Martin giving Emma an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his lips before giving her another one with his cock, he imagined losing his wife to him. He imagined Martin not only leaving with Veronica but also with Emma too. "Bye. Thanks for everything," he imagined saying while sad that his wife was leaving him but happy that she was living out her secret, sexual fantasy of having sex with a woman. Only, he didn't know that her secret, sexual fantasy included another man. He didn't know that her secret, sexual fantasy would be the end of their marriage. He didn't know that when she confessed that she wanted to sleep with a woman that she was in fact asking him for a divorce. Forget about the other shoe dropping, the other shoe was a heavy boot filled to the top with shit. If only he knew her secret, sexual fantasy would culminate with the end of their relationship, he never would have given her his blessing for her to have a lesbian affair. Only she didn't need his blessing for her to have sex with Veronica, something she already had even before telling him that she wanted to sleep with a woman. Only, much of this was just speculation on his part. Then, with his thoughts going from Veronica to Martin and back again to Veronica, with her first foray into lesbianism opening up her sexual floodgates, he imagined Emma out of sexual control. With her new found bi-sexuality throwing open the doors that now encompassed both male and female, he imagined his beautiful wife having sex with every man and any woman. Fearing that he was no longer able control her, not that he ever could, he feared that he was losing her to her sexual desires. Now he wasn't sure if he wanted to know what that one more thing she had to tell him was. In the bittersweet way he now wished that she had kept her secret, sexual fantasy of wanting to have sex with a woman, sometimes, things are better off left unspoken. With him feeling guilty about not telling her that he was a cross dresser, maybe his not telling her that he enjoyed dressing as a woman was a blessing in disguise. * * * * * "He's bi-sexual," she said. "Just as Veronica does, Martin swings both ways." Bi-sexual? Martin is bi-sexual? As if he didn't hear what she said or didn't understand the meaning of the word bi-sexual, he looked at her stunned. Suddenly, his sexual fantasy of having one time sex with a man in the way that his wife wanted to experience lesbian sex with a woman has come true. He couldn't believe that his wonderful wife not only experienced her lesbian fantasy of having sex with a woman but also she gave him the possibility of him experiencing his bi-sexual sexual fantasy of having sex with a man too. An easy stretch to make, Daniel imagined himself with Emma, Veronica, and the husband, Martin, entwined together naked, seething, and sweating. Then, breaking off into pairs, while he and Martin watched Emma and Veronica having sex, he imagined Martin having his wicked way with his cock. Inspired by watching their wives having lesbian sex, he imagined Martin kissing him while slowing stroking his cock to a harder erection. While Veronica ate Emma's pussy, he imagined Martin sucking his cock. While Veronica gave Emma an oral orgasm, he imagined cumming in Martin's willing mouth. Maybe this swinging foursome wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. Maybe this is how he'll finally have first time sex with a man while his wife has first time sex with a woman that is if she hasn't had lesbian sex already, not counting Veronica masturbating her. Imagining all of the possibilities of his wife being with a bi-sexual woman and him being with a bi-sexual man, it would be quite a while before any of them became bored with sex. Only, when he agreed for Emma to experience her lesbian fantasy, he never agreed to have sex with Veronica's husband too. As if an obvious after thought, that part of their swinging relationship just manifested itself. Now in the way he imagined Martin eating and pounding Emma's pussy, he imagined himself licking and fucking Veronica's pussy. In the way he imagined Emma sucking Martin's cock, he imagined Martin sucking his cock too. In the way that he imagined Veronica sucking his cock, he imagined sucking Martin's cock too. Having his cake and eating it too with his wife's permission, how perfect would that be for Daniel to not only have sex with another woman but also with another man? Having her cake and eating it too with her husband's permission, how perfect would that be for Emma to not only have sex with another woman but also with another man? In the way that his roommate wanted to masturbate him and possibly suck him twenty years ago, he wasn't ready for man sex then in the way he was ready for bi-sexual sex now. Definitely, if he was sexually attracted to Martin and if he offered to do that to him, he'd allow Martin access to his lips and to his cock. Oh yeah, he'd allow him to kiss him while stroking him before sucking him. Only, not knowing if he was ready for that until the opportunity presented itself, he didn't know if he could stroke and/or suck Martin's cock. Possibly, while Martin was stroking him and/or sucking him, he could fondled the head of Martin's cock but that may be the extent of his bi-sexuality. Perhaps, if he was drunk enough, he could engage in gay sex. Perhaps, if he was drunk enough, on the pretense that he didn't know what he was doing, he could suck Martin's cock and even allow Martin to cum in his mouth. Perhaps, so long as it was okay with Emma, he could give Martin the orgasm that he imagined him giving his wife. Just a sexual fantasy that played through his mind, he didn't know and wouldn't know until the time came. "Bi-sexual?" No longer looking at her with dread, he looked at her with sexual excitement that he was unable to hide. Forgetting all about telling her that he was a cross dresser, what was once about her having lesbian sex with a woman was now more about him having gay sex with a man. Even though he didn't know if he could go through with it, he was sexually excited by the thought that he could imagine having gay sex nonetheless. As if she knew better than he did, Emma gave him that cheeky little smile she gives him when she beats him at Scrabble before she said exactly what he was thinking. "He'd be as sexually interested in you as much as he'd be sexually interested in me, I'm afraid," she said with a flash of sincerity while giving him a nervous, little chuckle. With her look suggesting that he'd be interested in Martin as much as she'd be interested in Martin, her look implied that he was gay or bi-sexual. Daring him to confess his sexual feelings to her about the possibility of him having bi-sexual sex, she was treading on thin ice again. Taking their sexual relationship beyond the next level and all the way up to the top tier of other swinging couples, she was going somewhere that neither of them have not only gone before but also have never thought about going before. They were embarking on an open, sexual relationship with not with a heterosexual couple but with a bi-sexual woman and a bi-sexual man. With his mind racing and his cock hardening at the imagined sexual foursome he imagined having with not only Veronica but also with Martin, he downplayed his interest in Martin by showing her his feigned disinterest in Veronica's husband. "Bi-sexual? Gees, Emma, I don't know. Maybe inviting them over tonight isn't such a good idea," he said regretting saying that as soon as he said it. Giving her some wiggle room, he rejected her idea of inviting them over tonight by showing his genuine disappointment instead of showing her his sexual excitement. "Maybe we should give more thought to what we're about to get ourselves into before we dive headlong off the diving board without checking to see if there's water in the pool." What? Huh? What did he just say? Inviting them over tonight not a good idea? Without checking to see if there's water in the pool? What the Hell was he saying? Has he lost his mind? Has he's suddenly gone mad? Definitely, he needs to check with his penis first before opening his mouth. He was about to say no to watching his wife having lesbian sex with Ver-ron-i-ca. He was about to say no to having sex with another woman with not only his wife's permission but also with her blessings. He was about to say no to possibly living out his sexual fantasy by having bi-sexual sex with another man. If this wasn't a custom scenario made just for him, one that not only satisfied his lesbian fantasy of watching his wife with a woman but also that satisfied his gay fantasy of having sex with a man, he didn't know what would be. All he needed to make this evening perfect was for him to appear dressed as a woman when meeting Veronica and Martin for the first time. Holy shit! He wondered what Emma would say if he came downstairs dressed as Danielle instead of as Daniel. Wow! He wondered how Veronica and Martin would react to meeting him not as a man but as a woman. Needing to act quickly, he needed to tell her that he's changed his mind and that it's a good idea to invite Veronica and Martin over for some sexy swinging, um, to meet one another over drinks. Only, not giving him the chance to say anything else to reverse what he previously said, she looked at him as if his silly, little sham was over. She looked at him as if jig was up and she was about to reveal him for the cross dresser that he truly was. She gave him the look that she gave him when he came home late a little tipsy when asking him where he was and what was he doing. She gave him the same look she gave him when he bought a new, luxury car without discussing it with her first. She gave him that doghouse look that always meant that he'd have to buy her something really extravagant and give it to her while on vacation somewhere exotically expensive. "Oh, don't play so innocent with me Daniel. I know your secret," she said staring at him with a look that suddenly made him feel so small. As if she was his mother instead of his wife, she said the same phrasing of words that his mother said so very long ago when she nearly caught him wearing her clothes. "I know you're a cross dresser," she said getting up on her high horse. * * * * * She knows he's a cross dresser. Unable to think clearly and unable to think of anything else but his guilt, panic took hold of his mind like a fever. He looked at her with shocked shame. Quickly trying to read her, he looked at her trying to figure out if her knowing he was a cross dresser was a good thing or a bad thing. Only, he didn't know. He couldn't tell. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 04 How did she know? How did she discover the secret that he's kept from her for ten, long years? It had to be the nail polish remover or him using her eye makeup. What else could it be? He's always been so very careful not to expose his secret until he was ready to tell you. Whenever he tried on any of her clothes, he put them exactly back in the closet in the same spot and how she had them. "You do?" Surprising even himself in not denying that he was a cross dresser, he was too curious as to how she knew that he was. "How do you know I'm a cross dresser?" Instead of looking at her with guilt, he looked at her with curiosity mixed with shame. He looked at her looking at him as if she invaded his privacy when he was the one guilty of invading her privacy by snooping in her closet and trying on her clothes. Then, he thought the worst case scenario. Damn, maybe she was snooping on his computer. Maybe she knows his password. Maybe she found his secret file of photos of himself dressed as a woman. Maybe she checked his cookies and found the links he saved to all of those cross dressing sites. Maybe she found his secret stash of women's clothes. "Duh?" With just her look, she made him feel so stupid. With just a look she made him feel that he was the one cheating on her when she was the one guilty of that with her cheating on him with Veronica. Her secret lesbian fantasy of wanting to be with a woman wasn't a fantasy but her reality when Veronica had already kissed, felt up, and masturbated his wife. In the way that it was okay with him for her to have lesbian sex, he wished it was okay with her that he continue to enjoy wearing women's clothes. Yet more than the guilt he felt for hiding his cross dressing secret from her, she made him feel that there was something wrong with him for wanting to dress as a woman. Obviously there was something wrong with him for having the need to cross dress but having dealt with that all of his life, that was his cross to bear and not hers. Even though he's her husband, how dare she judge him by giving him that look? Especially that he's her husband, how dare she think less of him just because he likes looking sexy and pretty in the way she enjoys looking sexy and pretty? Just because she's a woman and he's a man, why can't they both look sexy and pretty? "Duh what?" She gave him a look of disappointment. "You should have told me Daniel. You should have entrusted me with your secret," she said. He stared at her not because he was embarrassed. He stared at her because she was so beautiful and so sexy. Hoping that she understood his need to cross dress, he stared at her fearing that he was going to lose her. Hoping not to ruin his marriage with her any more than how much he's already ruined it, he needed to come clean. "How do you know that I'm a cross dresser?" With him always being so careful to hide his secret life from her, he needed to know how she knew. "You not only shave your face but also you shave your chest, your arms, your hands, your feet, and your legs," she said with a smug, little laugh. "Unless you plan on competing in the Mr. Universe bodybuilding competition, what man shaves off all of his body hair? And unless you use a razor on a stick or go to a salon to have it removed with wax, I don't even want to know how you remove the hair on your back. " She was right. Funny how he was so guilty about completely shaving himself before, when he was younger, and not giving that a thought now, since he's been dating her and now married to her. She gave him that look again that made him feel that he was the weak one instead of the strong one. With her now in control and having the upper hand, she made him feel that she was the man and he was the woman. She made him feel small. She made him feel dumb. She made him feel crazy. Duh is right and she's right. Not even giving it a second thought, he's been shaving his body hair off for so long that he didn't think she'd notice. Always taking care to groom himself for those times that he wanted to dress as a woman without raising suspicion that he was a closet cross dresser, because his hairline was receding anyway, he thought she'd figure that he didn't have much hair. He could always tell her that he was a champion swimmer but with his paunchy body, she'd never believe him. The only exercise he's done lately is lifting his hand to his lips to eat food and drink beer. "I was going to tell you," he said in his feeble defense of not trusting her with his secret enough to tell her, his best friend, his lover, and his wife. He looked at her ashamed and sorry that he didn't take her in his confidence but he couldn't. What woman wants to stay married to a cross dressing man? Only, now, with him allowing her to live out her lesbian, sexual fantasy, maybe she'll allow him to dress as a woman while they're having sex. "Moreover Watson," she said as if she was Sherlock Holmes cracking a cross dressing murder case. "A simple deduction," she said with a thoughtful pause that provoked more his curiosity than his guilt. "I know when my things have been moved," she said pointing her index finger at him. "You've been wearing some of my clothes, haven't you?" She seemed angry not that he was a cross dresser but that he invaded her privacy by trying on her clothes. "You have such beautiful things," he said. "I just wanted to try some of them on to see how they'd look on me." "It's okay," she said. "I understand your need in wanting to dress as a woman. I do. Only, I wish you'd buy your own clothes in your size instead of stretching out my sweaters," she said with a laugh. "Sorry. I will," he said. "Especially with me confessing that I'd like to have lesbian sex with a woman," she said with dejection as if she was weak and/or perversely perverted for wanting a lesbianism lover as her sexual fantasy. "I just thought it was time to get all of this out in the open," she said with a long enough pause to make him wonder what she was thinking." "Yes, you're right. It's better this way. I'm glad we know one another's sexual secrets," he said with a relived smile. "I just thought that if I was to get together with Ronnie," she paused long enough to make him wonder what she was going to say next. "Perhaps you could get together with Martin," she said efficaciously but with a non-judgmental shrug. * * * * * Martin? What? She wants him to get together with another man? Surely, she doesn't want him to go bowling, to a ballgame, or to play cards. Definitely, knowing that he doesn't hunt or fish, she doesn't expect him to go hunting and fishing with him, does she? She must be thinking of him having sex with Veronica's husband, Martin. Yet why would she even think that? It's one thing for her to discover his cross dressing secret but how could she possibly know about his sexual fantasy of him imagining having one time bi-sexual sex with a man? Unless she could read his mind, there's no way that she could know that. Unless, assuming just because he was a cross dresser that he'd be interested in Martin, she looked at him as if she had already answered her unasked question if he was gay or bi-sexual. Just because he's a cross dresser doesn't necessarily mean that he's gay. Just because he's a cross dresser doesn't necessarily mean that he's bi-sexual. Just because he's a cross dresser doesn't necessarily mean that he'd have sex with a man. Even though having one time sex with a man has been his secret, sexual fantasy for a long while, he felt as guilty as he felt insulted that she assumed his secret. Feeling transparent, he felt so angry that he was so exposed. Whether she was right or wrong in her assumption about him being sexually interested in Martin in the way she was sexually interested in Veronica, unless he confessed and/or acted out his sexual fantasies, his sexual fantasies were none of her business. His sexual fantasies were personal and private. His sexual fantasies were all he had to save him from his boring, mundane, little world by giving him his fantasy of living a cross dressing life. With him having the sexual fantasy for so long of being with a man, sometimes he thinks it's real. Sometimes, when sleeping next to Emma and dreaming, until he awakens, he imagines he's sleeping with a man. With her looking nothing like a man, if only she knew that he fantasized that she was a man, she'd be so angry. Then, he wondered if Emma fantasized him a woman when she was sleeping next to him and dreaming. Even though there are some cross dressers who regularly have sex with men, most cross dressers are heterosexual. Even though some cross dressers may have thoughts of what it would be like to have sex with a man, most cross dressers would never have sex with a man. As if complimenting them by dressing like them, most cross dressers are content to look like women while only having sex with themselves or with their wives or girlfriends. Most cross dressers have too much appreciation for women and for themselves than to be dressing like a woman just for the sake of impressing a man and to be with a man. Yet, with some cross dressers born more female than male, some cross dressers are women trapped in a man's body. Running the whole sexual orientation gambit, sometimes one never knows if a cross dresser is heterosexual, bi-sexual, or gay. Moreover, just because he's heterosexual doesn't mean that he can't have gay or bi-sexual thoughts. Only, he wondered, if he had bi-sexual sex one time, not counting what happened with his roommate, would that make him gay? He didn't know if one time gay sex would make him gay but the thought of him being gay or bi-sexual, along with his wife's assumption that he'd be interested in Martin, bothered him. Maybe he was gay and didn't realize it until now. Maybe his cross dressing got in the way of him realizing his true sexual identity. With him not yet knowing if it did or didn't, why would it bother Emma if he cross dressed or was bi-sexual? It didn't bother him that she had lesbian thoughts. If anything, it excited him that she wanted to have lesbian sex while he watched. Wouldn't it be something after all of these years being married to one another if she was more lesbian and he was gayer than they were heterosexuals? 'Wow!' Then again, there are cross dressers like him who've never been with a man but are sexually curious what it would be like to have sex with a man. Yet, not ready to have sex with just any man in a men's room at a bus station, he'd have to be a special man for Daniel to want to have sex with him. He'd have to be an attractive man. He'd have to be a man who not only interested physically but also who excited him sexually as well as cerebrally. Perhaps had he not had the brief gay, sexual encounter with his roommate twenty years ago, he wouldn't be thinking about having another bi-sexual encounter now. Nonetheless he needed to set Emma straight. "Just because I'm a cross dresser doesn't mean that I'm gay. I'm not gay Emma," he feebly protested. "I know that," she said with some assurance. Yet, with him so fastidious about everything in the way that Liberace was with his furs, his jewelry, his homes, and his pianos, his compulsion to always have everything perfectly just right bordered on OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder. Always figuring that he had a touch of OCD, now he wondered if he was gay instead. Then again, he could be a gay, cross dressing man living in a straight man's body who has a touch of OCD. Assuredly, if he was given the opportunity to explore his gay side, he'd certainly find out his sexual preference once he had bi-sexual sex with Martin. Maybe not giving into his homosexual impulses, he'll just remain passive instead of aggressive. He'll just allow Martin to have his wicked sexual way with his cock instead of the other way around with him giving Martin's cock his hands-on attention. "I've never been with a man," he said suddenly feeling guilty for the brief, gay make out session that he had with his roommate twenty years ago. Unable to erase his bi-sexual thoughts and with him not even knowing what the man looked like or if he'd even be sexually attracted to him, he couldn't stop thinking about Martin's hand wrapped around his erect cock. He was getting an erection thinking about Martin kissing him while stroking him before Veronica's husband lowered his mouth to suck him. Suddenly, freeing himself from his guilty conscience about his secret life as a cross dresser, he was unable to free his mind from the guilt of his homosexual thoughts. Going with the perception that Emma mistakenly had of him and going against his feeble protest that he wasn't gay, he not only invited but also now welcomed his sexual fantasy of having sex with a man. * * * * * He thought of Martin passionately French kissing him, unzipping him, taking his erection in hand and stroking him before leaning himself down to suck him. Suddenly, adding even more to his sexual excitement, Daniel thought of taking sexual advantage of Martin in the way that he imagined Martin taking sexual advantage of him. Suddenly, going where he's never gone before, he imagined stroking Martin's stiff prick before sucking his stiff prick and having gay sex with him while dressed as a woman. 'Wow!' Having never had anal sex before with anyone, not even with Emma, he wondered what it would feel like to have anal sex with Martin. He could probably fuck Martin in the ass if he was drunk and horny enough but he wasn't sure if he'd want Martin to fuck him in the ass. Imagining that it would hurt having a cock buried in his ass, yet just the thought of having anal sex gave him an erection. Just the thought of him having sex with a man while dressed as Danielle was something that he never thought would ever happen. Only having the thought of having sex with a woman while dressed as a woman, that thought was now superseded by the thoughts of having gay sex with a man while dressed as a woman. "I'm sorry that I implied and/or assumed that you're gay. In the way you make love to me and so enjoy having sex with me, I know you're not gay Daniel," said Emma with conviction. If only she knew what he was thinking now about having anal sex with Martin, she'd no doubt change her mind about his sexual orientation. "Thank you for your apology," he said feeling even guiltier now than he did before for the homosexual thoughts that he was having. "Actually, I just assumed that, possibly, you were bi-sexual," she said. "I just thought with you being a cross dresser that maybe you'd might want to more explore more of your feminine side...sexually?" 'What? Explore more my feminine side sexually by having sex with a man. Damn, Emma is more sexually daring and sexually tolerant than he is. Emma is more in tuned with my private, personal, sexual feelings that I am. Seemingly Emma knows me better than I know myself. Maybe it's time I stop denying something that can't be denied. Maybe it's time I stop trying to control something that can't be controlled. Maybe it's time that I finally give into my homosexual feelings and go with the flow. Maybe Martin is my opportunity for me to experience more than my feminine side and more than my bi-sexual side but my gay side,' he thought to himself. "By having sex with a man?" Concealing his true feelings in being curious about having gay sex, now he looked at her as if she was the crazy one. Again, he imagined engaging in gay sex with Veronica's husband. He imagined Martin kissing him in the way that his roommate kissed him while feeling him. Then, feeling him through his pants while kissing him, he imagined Martin unzipping him and pulling out his cock. Not surprised that he had an erection, he knew he would. He wasn't even surprised that he allowed Martin to masturbate him before sucking him. Maybe by thinking about Martin having his bi-sexual way with him, perhaps him having bi-sexual sex would really happen tonight. Oh, yeah, with his wife excited to have lesbian sex with her new lover, Daniel was equally excited to perhaps have bi-sexual sex with Martin. "Just thinking out loud while thinking out of the box, maybe he could masturbate you in the way that Veronica masturbated me," said Emma as if able to read his mind. "Maybe if you're more comfortable not doing him, he could just do you. Maybe he could suck your cock," she said persevering in her attempt to get him together with Martin. He wondered if those were her thoughts of someone else's. He wondered if Veronica had pressured her to pressure him about having bi-sexual sex. Maybe Martin was the one who ask her to ask him about him masturbating and sucking him. Wouldn't it be something if this whole thing had already been prearranged and he was nothing more than a pawn in their swinging games? "Maybe," he said not wanting to rule out the offer of masturbating him and/or sucking him. "Maybe if you allowed me to have sex with Martin after I had sex with Veronica and you had sex with her too, you may be sexually excited enough to change your mind to have sex with Martin too." Wow! Holy shit! A sexual overload, he would have been happy just having his wife helping him to dress in women's clothes. Before Veronica came along, he would have been happy having hetero sex with his wife while dressed as a woman. Now, with a whole new sexual world opened up to him, he remained quiet while looking at her and while thinking of not only having sex with Veronica but also with Martin too. As if seeing her for the first time, he stared at Emma. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. He couldn't wait to see her naked with Ronnie. Then, he thought of cumming in Martin's mouth before he thought about Martin cumming in his mouth. Who knows, not ruling out anal sex, maybe anal sex with a man would be more pleasurable than not. What a difference twenty years can make, the idea of having sex with a man sickened him before as much as it sexually excited him now. "Yeah, maybe I could do that," he said so matter of fact when he was totally aroused by the thoughts of having sex with not only Veronica but also with Martin. The only thing better than watching Emma with Veronica having sex, better than watching Martin with Emma, and better than having bi-sexual sex with Martin was him having sex with Emma, Veronica, and Martin while dressed as Danielle instead of as Daniel. To be continued... Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 05 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Daniel's one time bi-sexual fantasy consumes him "Maybe if you allowed me to have sex with Martin," said Emma to Daniel pausing without finishing her thought. She looked at him with teasing eyes and flirty sexiness in the way she used to look at him when they were first dating. He could tell with her thinking of having sex with Veronica and now Martin that she was as sexually excited now as she was back then. "Gees, Emma, It's one thing for you to have sex with a woman but I cringe at the thought of you having sex with another man," he said wringing his hands with the thoughts of his wife naked and in another man's arms. If only she knew that he was the one who wanted to have sex with a man, he wondered what she'd say. "Maybe if you allowed me to have sex with Martin," she said reiterating her desire for not only wanting to have sex with Veronica but also now for her wanting to have sex with Martin too. "Ah, gees, I don't know about you having sex with Martin," he said interrupting her by feigning his resistance to her having sex with Martin. She looked at him and smile while finishing her thought. "After I have sex with Veronica," she said pausing as if imagining herself having sex with Veronica. "And after you have sex with her too," she said as if that was his just reward for allowing her to have sex with Veronica. "You may be sexually excited enough to change your mind and have sex with Martin," she said biting her lip as if what she had just said was forbidden territory and it was faithful marriage. Wow! Holy shit! There it is. She just took his bait. Now he could swear in a court of law that this was all of her idea and he was going along with whatever she wanted to make her happy. As proof, he just needed for the judge to look at him and look at her. If only for his money, what woman who looked like her would be with someone who looked like him? Yet, not wanting to be too quick to take her bait, he didn't want to appear too eager to want to jump in bed with Martin. Instead, while thinking more about having sex with Martin, he thought about his sexy wife having sex with Veronica. Naked and rolling around on his bed, he knew that their sexual exchange would be much more exciting than what he was briefly imagining now. Having never seen his wife kiss another woman, he'd love to watch her kissing Veronica just as he'd love to watch Veronica kissing her. Other than what he's watched with online videos of lesbians doing one another, he'd love to watch Veronica eating Emma and Emma licking Veronica live and for real. Now with her mentioning him having sex Martin, he wondered if she was wondering about having sex with Martin as much as he was wondering about having sex with not only Veronica but also with Martin. A sexually exciting scenario, his attention wandered from imagining lesbian sex between Veronica and Emma to gay sex between him and Martin and back to straight sex between Emma and Martin and him having sex with Veronica. While imagining Martin watching Emma having sex with Veronica, he imagined watching Veronica having with Emma. Then, as if he was dreaming it, he imaged Martin reaching out to rest his hand on his knee before moving his hand up to squeeze his thigh. With Daniel's hands innocently yet vulnerably resting in his lap, he imagined Martin taking his hand in his with his fingertips pressed against his cock through his pants. He imagined Martin fingering the head of his cock through his pants while they watched their wives having lesbian sex with one another. Such an exciting sexual sensation, except for Father O'Malley, he's never had a man touch him through his clothes in that sexual way before. If his touch felt so good through his pants, he could only imagine what it would feel like with Martin's hand wrapped around his cock as he slowly stroked him while kissing him. "I never had sex with a man and I don't know if I can start now," he said lying. If only she knew he's been fantasizing of having bi-sexual sex with a man for years. "Just because I'm a cross dresser doesn't mean that I'm gay," he said playing the innocent one. Yet, sexually aroused by just the thought of having sex with Martin, while always wondering if he was gay, even he didn't believe that he wasn't gay. Perhaps he was a gay man trapped in a straight man's body in the way that he's really a woman trapped in a cross-dressing man's body. Too confusing to ponder the thought of who he was, he didn't know who he was anymore. A sexual overload when thinking of his wife with Veronica and even more so when thinking of himself with Martin, he would have been happy just having his wife helping him to dress in women's clothes. Before Veronica and Martin came along, being that she now knows his secret that he's a cross dresser, he would have been happy having hetero sex with his wife while dressed as a woman. Now, with a whole, new, swinging, sexual world opened up to him, he remained quiet while looking at her while wondering what she was thinking. With him not only thinking of Emma having sex with Veronica, he thought of having sex with Veronica too while his wife had sex with her husband, before he had sex with Veronica's husband too. Going from one to the other, if that wasn't enough sexual excitement for one evening, he was even more sexually aroused when he thought about having sex with Martin too. Maybe when they were all together naked in bed and beneath the sheets, if that was even to happen, he could accidentally on purpose touch and feel Martin. Maybe Martin would touch and feel him. Maybe while the women were busy having sex with one another, as long as he had enough to drink and was a little tipsy, he could have sex with Martin too. "Just as I didn't know that I had sexually feelings for another woman, how would you know you're not gay until you had gay sex? How would you know until you tried it? Just because you have one time sex doesn't mean that you're gay Daniel," she said obviously giving him the green light to have homosexual sex with Martin by encouraging his latent homosexual desire. "Able to experience the best of both sexes, there are lots of men and women who are bi-sexual." Before Emma mentioned that she wanted to be with a woman, he was happy only having sex with her while keeping his secret that he's a cross dresser. Now looking at her in a whole different light and as if seeing her for the first time, he stared at Emma with her newfound sexuality and her a confident and self-assured promiscuity that no longer made her blush. He only wished he could be as honest and open about his desire to sexually experience a man in the way that she confessed her sexual fantasy in wanting to sexually experience a woman. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. Not only couldn't he wait to see her naked with Ronnie, he couldn't wait to see Ronnie naked with her too. The only fly in the ointment was that he still had trouble imagining her having sex with Martin. Her having sex with a woman was one thing but her having sex with another man was something else entirely. It was easier for him to think of having sex with Martin than it was for him to think of her having sex with Martin. With cheating behind one another's back and extramarital sex expressly forbidden within their marriage vows, seemingly extramarital sex was admittedly okay within a swinging relationship. He thought about all the men who were into cuckold sex and he didn't want to be one of them. Wittol sex was one thing with him not only accepting her infidelity but also encouraging her infidelity, only too possessively jealous, he wasn't there yet. Possibly he could allow her to have sex with Martin for the sake of her having sex with Veronica and him having sex with not only Veronica but also with Martin too. Cuckold sex on the other hand would be her betraying him, cheating on him, and having sex with men behind his back. Yet, in the way he felt about her having sex with anyone but him, whether she had wittol or cuckold sex, both of those types of extramarital sexual relationships made him feel bad about himself and made him fear the end of his loving relationship with his wife. Only what they were about to embark on was different. This wasn't cheating extramarital sex. This was swinging extramarital sex. Stretching the definition of what's acceptable and what's forbidden within their marriage, when extramarital sex was defined under swinging, their infidelity seemed okay. Agreed to and encouraged by all parties with them all going into this with eyes wide open, the only unknown was how the women would react to and feel about him having gay sex with Martin. Even within the confines of the swinging lifestyle, for some, unknown reason lesbian sex between women was more acceptable that gay sex between men. Yet, with Emma supposedly open to it now, she may be turned off when she sees Martin sucking him or him blowing Martin. She may not have realized that gay sex meant anal sex too. Maybe if it was to happen that he was to get together with Martin, for the sake of everyone's sexuality, they should take it slow with going no further than kissing and touching. Maybe having Martin kissing him while stroking him would be enough to satisfy his sexual fantasy and sate his need to be with a man for onetime sex. "This is a big step we're taking Emma and I want to make sure that we're embarking on this with eyes wide open and with the full knowledge of what this may do to our marriage," he said. "On one hand, having an open sexual relationship may broaden our sexual horizons. On the other hand, conceivably, with one becoming more possessively jealous over the other, this may ruin our marriage too. Ridiculously implausible to even ponder the thought yet just as he imagined her falling in love with Veronica and leaving him for her, he imagined himself falling in love with Martin and leaving her for him. When he hasn't even met either of them, his thoughts were preposterous. Albeit, his thoughts were more fantasies than just mere ideas. Maybe Emma was just looking to have sex with a woman in the way that he was looking to have sex with a man. Yet, for him to even think of her leaving him and him leaving her, there was a break in their ten year marriage that may eventually become an irreconcilable split. With Emma totally happy with him, he never had the thought of her leaving him, especially for a woman. Moreover, with him totally happy with Emma, he never had the thought of leaving her for anyone, especially for a man. Now it was anyone's guess what would happen to their supposedly happy marriage once they allowed another couple inside of their bedroom. "I understand," she said. "I'm willing to see where this may lead if you are. I'm ready to have a lesbian relationship with Veronica and perhaps an extramarital, albeit a swinging affair with Martin," she said looking at him as if trying to read him. "Are you ready to have an extramarital swinging sexual affair with Veronica and," she said with a pause, "perhaps try having a homosexual relationship with Martin?" Just he imagined her in Veronica's arms, he imagined himself in Veronica's arms. Just as he imagined her having sex with Martin, he imagined having sex with Martin too. Yet seeing himself more clearly with Martin than he could with Veronica, he imagined Martin unzipping him, pulling out his cock, and stroking him before leaning down to take his cock in his mouth. In the way that it sexually excited him to imagine cumming in Veronica's mouth, it excited more to think of cumming in Martin's mouth. Definitely, just as he'd allow Veronica to have her wicked sexual way with his body, he'd allow Martin to feel him through his pants while kissing him. He'd even allow him to unzip him, remove him from his trousers, and stroke him before sucking him. Only, just as he imagined cumming in Martin's mouth, he didn't know if he could suck Martin and allow him to cum in his mouth. Unable to go there, it was one thing for him to have passive homosexual sex, where he allowed his sexual partner to use his body, but it was quite another thing for him to have active homosexual sex where he used his partner's body. Baby steps, with all of these sexual thoughts overwhelming him, he needed to take things slower so as not to be overwhelmed. He didn't want to make a mistake by saying the wrong thing and/or show Emma was he was really thinking. He needed this swinging, sexual relationship to be all of Emma's idea with her sexual desire to have sex with a woman and possibly another man motivating her to do this and not his sexual desire driving him to have sex with a man. Besides, she was the one who started this by confessing her sexual fantasy that she wanted to have sex with a woman. He never confessed his sexual fantasy that he wanted to be with a man if only for onetime sex. It was enough that she knew that he was a cross-dresser. It was embarrassingly enough that she now knew that he enjoyed dressing as a woman. He thought more about having sex with Martin than he thought about Emma having sex with Veronica. He thought more about having sex with Martin than he did having sex with Veronica. In the way that he imagined Martin feeling him through his clothes while kissing him, he could probably feel Martin through his clothes while kissing him too. Having never masturbated a man before, no doubt much like masturbating himself, he could probably unzip him, pull out his cock, and stroke him in the way he imagined Martin doing that to him. Definitely, being that it was his longtime sexual fantasy, he clearly imagined Martin sucking him. He could nearly feel himself cumming in his mouth. Only, a big step, he didn't know if he could suck Martin. He wouldn't know if he could suck him until he was at that crossroads of crossing the line from hetero sex with Martin's wife to having gay sex with Veronica's husband. Having anal sex with Martin whether he was the fucker or the one being fucked was something else entirely. Already removing that from the homosexual table as probably something that wouldn't happen during their first time together, if there was even to be a second time, he wouldn't know how any of this would progress or not progress until he met them. Who knows what may happen between the four of them? Having not even met the couple, he couldn't even speculate the unknown. With neither of them having sex outside of their marriage, he wouldn't how they'd react to inviting another couple to their bed. Possibly with them not getting along and not liking one another after they met, the whole evening may be a bust. Maybe just the opposite would happen. Maybe they'd be totally and sexually attracted to one another. Then, daring to go where no straight man would ever go, not ruling out anal sex, maybe first time anal sex with a man would be more pleasurable than not. He didn't know but with this sexually opportunity handed to him by his wife, just as he's more than willing to sexually experience having sex with a man, he may be willing to try anal sex with a man if only just once. What a difference twenty years can make? When he was in college, the idea of having sex with a man sickened him before as much as it sexually excited him now. Back then, he only thought about his roommate giving him a hand job and possibly sucking him. He never thought about giving his roommate a hand job and sucking him in the way that he was thinking about giving Martin a hand job, sucking him, and now possibly having anal sex with him too. Now that his is more than just a sexual fantasy but soon to be his reality, he's pondering the thought of having anal sex with a man. Wow! Forget about baby steps, having anal sex with a man is a giant leap into him not only emerging from his closet as a cross-dresser but also as a homosexual man. 'Yeah, maybe I could do that, fuck Martin in his ass,' he thought to himself. He was totally aroused by the thoughts of having sex with not only Veronica but also now with Martin. 'Only, in the way I don't imagine sucking Martin, even after he's sucked me, I can't imagined allowing Martin to fuck me up my ass even after I've fucked him in his ass,' he said pondering the thought internally. 'Besides, being that I haven't even met the man yet and don't know if there's any sexual chemistry between us, it's difficult for me to speculate what may happen,' he thought while having an internal monologue with himself. Now that Emma confessed that she was ready for a lesbian relationship with Veronica and gave him the green light to have a homosexual affair with Martin, he reconsidered Emma having sex with Martin. Even though seeing Emma with another man didn't appeal to him at first, it was beginning to appeal to him now with him having sex with Martin too. He was overwhelmed with the sexual thoughts of having swinging sex with a foursome. With him going beyond the point of no return in considering having homosexual sex with Martin, he had no idea the Pandora's Box that he was about to open and would never be able to close. Admittedly now, the only thing better than watching Emma having sex with Veronica would be watching Martin having sex with Emma. The only thing better than watching Emma having sex with Martin was him having bi-sexual sex with Martin. The only thing better than having bi-sexual sex with Martin would be having sex with Emma, Veronica, and Martin. The only thing better than having sex with Emma, Veronica, and Martin would be having sex with them while dressed as Danielle instead of as Daniel. 'Wow!' * * * * * "So? What do you think?" Emma looked at her husband with a newly found sexual lust that he hasn't seen since they were dating. He's never seen her so excited with sexual anticipation. Always having a good sexual life but, in the way she was looking at him with sexual expectancy, no doubt by the thoughts of her having sex with Veronica and Martin and him having sex with Veronica and Martin, she was seemingly on sexual steroids. He wondered if she was just as sexually excited about having sex with Veronica as he was sexually excited with the thoughts of having sex with Martin. If only she knew he was as sexually aroused to have sex with a man as he was to have sex with a woman, he wondered what she'd say. Perhaps with her fearing losing him to a man in the way that he feared losing her to a woman, he wondered if she'd change her mind about him having sex with Martin. It's still not too late to put a stop to all of this and return back to the way that things were with him secretly cross-dressing while she fantasized having a lesbian affair and he fantasized about having onetime sex with a man. Only, with her confessing her secret sexual desire to have sex with a woman and him exposing his need to cross-dress, he knew that it was too late to go back to the way things were before. With him always trusting his wife before, sadly, after she showed him her cards of sexual intention by being so sexually enamored with this couple, he didn't trust her now. With her never lying to him, as far as he knew, he wondered if she wasn't being honest with him now. Maybe her having lesbian sex with Veronica was just her ruse for her to have heterosexual sex with Martin. Being that she knew he's a cross dresser while hoping that he's bi-sexually curious too, maybe she was playing him. Maybe instead of Veronica, it was Martin who she was really after. Maybe it was Martin who masturbated her on that park bench and not Veronica. Now filled with as much doubt as he was filled with sexual excitement, he'd have to observe her interaction with the both of them for him to know the real truth. Only no matter if it was Veronica or Martin who masturbated her on that park bench, with him able to experience his bi-sexual fantasy of having sex with a man, the thoughts of having sex with Martin consumed him. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 05 "What do I think about what?" Playing Mickey the Dunce, he knew what she was asking him. He knew what she wanted to know. Only, even though he was more than willing to participate in a sexual foursome, free from blame but still a coconspirator and an accomplice, he needed for all this to be her idea. In case this turned out to be a real disaster, in case this sexual orgy culminated in their divorce, he needed for her to shoulder the blame and the responsibility and not him. He needed this to be her idea and not his. A husband going along with his wife with her having sex with her lesbian lover before he had bi-sexual sex with a man to make her happy is much better than a husband forcing his wife to have lesbian sex with a woman before forcing her to have sex with another man. "What do you think about the idea of inviting Veronica and Martin over for, um," she said with a pause, "us to meet one another?" She sat on the couch with her legs beneath her and curling her hair around her finger while giving him a sexy, naughty look. Her question inspired his sexual fantasy of imagining her with Veronica while he imagined himself with Martin. If it wasn't enough that he was going to see her having sex with Veronica, he was finally going to experience his longtime sexual fantasy of having sex with a man. With Emma opening up this door of homosexuality for him, once Martin takes his cock in his hand and in his mouth, there's no telling how far he'll go with this swinging arrangement. Maybe once Martin makes him so sexually excited, he'll want to reciprocate the favor and make him sexually excited too by stroking him before sucking him. Maybe in the way that he'd love to watch the women fucking one another up their asses while wearing strap on dildos, they'll want to watch him and Martin fucking one another up the ass too. "I guess that would be okay. I'd like to know what the people look like that you seem to be so enamored with," he said with a bit of attitude as if he was possessively jealous and, certainly, he was possessively jealous that Emma was not only obviously sexually enamored with Veronica but also with Martin too. He wondered if he was to have a bi-sexual relationship with Martin in the way that she was about to have a lesbian relationship with Veronica, if she'd be just as possessively jealous as he is now. Yet, more than wanting to know what Veronica and Martin looked like, Daniel wanted to know if there was a sexual attraction between him and Martin for him to experience his sexual fantasy of having one time sex with a man. Certainly, he wouldn't be deemed gay if he only had homosexual sex just the one time, right? What harm would it do to have one time sex with a man? Only, perishing the thought, what if he more enjoyed having sex with Martin more than he did having sex with Emma or even with Veronica? "Good, because I've already invited them. They'll be here around 8 pm," she said smiling as if it was Christmas morning and she had a whole pile of presents to open. To be continued... Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 06 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Emma and Daniel invite Veronica and Martin over for some sexy fun The doorbell that announced their arrival not only opened the door to their home but also opened the door to Emma and Veronica having lesbian sex, Daniel and Martin having gay sex, and both couples having swinging sex. "Hi Veronica," said Emma greeting her with a kiss on the lips. "Hi Martin," she said kissing him on the lips too as if she had already met him and maybe she had. It was unlike Emma to kiss any man on the lips but for her husband. "This is my husband Daniel," said Emma turning to Daniel and smiling. "Please to meet you," said Daniel shaking Martin's hand. Then, when he left his hand out there to shake Veronica's hand, she sidestepped his outstretched arm and gave him a pelvis to pelvis hug before giving him a kiss on the lips. Her kiss was longer than the kiss that she gave Emma and longer than the kiss that Emma gave Martin. In the way she kissed him upon first meeting him, he half expected her to bury her tongue in his mouth. He looked at her with as much surprise as he looked at her with sexual excitement. With one celebrity looking nothing like the other but with her confidence and the look of vulnerability that Veronica gave him, she reminded him of a cross between Angelina Jolie and Natalie Portman. 'Wow,' he thought while taking her all in with just a look. 'What a woman? What an incredible looking woman?' If there were any doubts about him allowing Emma to have sex with Martin just so that he could have sex with Veronica, she just erased all issues of jealousy and possessiveness that he had with Emma with her kiss. As if he was her bitch, she owned him now. Between the feel of her soft yet firm body in his arms, her kiss, and her perfume, his head was spinning with lustful desire for her. He couldn't imagine how lucky Martin is to have a steady diet of her in his bed and in his life. Just once, he'd love to parade through the mall with her in the way that he proudly does with Emma while showing her off to other men. Just once he'd love to take her to a place where there were lots of other men so that they could stare at her and wish that they were him. "Emma has told me so very much about you," said Veronica releasing him to give him a soulful look with her big, brown eyes. In the way she stared at him while smiling was as akin to a loyal, loving dog looking at her master. Something he liked to do with people sometimes, not that she was a dog by any means but if he had to imagine Veronica as a dog, he'd imagine her as being an Afghan hound. With her so tall, so thin, yet so shapely, and with her long, lush, flowing, dark brown hair, she was extraordinarily beautiful. Indeed, his wife, Emma, has good taste in women. In the long, flowing, colorful clothes that she wore with a dress down to her ankles that had long, oversized, hanging sleeves as if she was a magician ready to pull out a bouquet of flowers from them, she'd make for a beautiful Afghan hound. With Martin taller and slimmer than him, with his piercing blue eyes and a full head of chestnut brown hair, he was as envious of Martin's good looks as he was of his athletic body. The perfect looking couple, definitely more of a match for Veronica than he was, Martin was more of a match for Emma than he was too. Daniel's first impression of Veronica and Martin was a good one. If he didn't know they were married and if they were standing in a room with other people, he could pick them out of a crowd as being married to one another. She was as beautiful and he was handsome. Difficult for him to admit, but he was just as sexually excited about having sex with Veronica as he was about having sex with Martin. Indeed, they were beautiful people. Then when including Emma in their mix, he felt much like the ugly duckling and an interloper at their swinging party. As if he was a homeless man standing outside in the cold while watching people having their meal at a swanky restaurant, he felt as if he didn't belong. He felt how Billy Joel must have felt with his ex-wife, Christie Brinkley, when vacationing at the Hamptons with all of her beautiful friends. Judging them merely from appearances, and with him being such an ordinary looking man, he couldn't imagine what he had to offer Veronica and/or Martin that they would want. Maybe it was Emma that they both wanted and with him as part of the package deal, he was their booby prize for getting to have sex with her. It was when he was looking at them while comparing himself to them that he wondered why Emma was with him in the first place. Part of her package deal, maybe he was her booby prize for her to live in such a lavish lifestyle as he could afford to give her. Yet, women didn't view men as men viewed women. Looks were more important to men than they were to women which would explain why so many horrid looking rock stars and athletes had such beautiful wives. Yet, then again, if those rock stars and athletes didn't have all of that money, he wondered if those beautiful women would still be with them. "Please come inside," said Emma escorting them to the living room. "What will you have to drink?" Emma smiled her hospitality. "White wine, if you have some," said Veronica. As if undressing her with her eyes and, perhaps, imagining her naked, Emma gave Veronica a long, lingering look before turning away. "Sure," said Emma turning to Martin. "And what will you have to drink Martin?" Engulfing her with a sexy stare and following her lead in the look she gave his wife, he looked at her as if she was already standing there naked. "A brandy would be nice," he said. Giving him a side profile look of her full breasts and her round ass, she gave him a look that told him that she was as interested in him as he was obviously interested in her. "I'll get the drinks," said Daniel while turning to look at his wife sitting with Veronica on the sofa. "What will you have Emma?" He turned to look at her but, even with him directly addressing her, she didn't turn to look at him. She was too busy looking at Martin and Veronica to even notice that he was standing there in the room had he not spoken to her. "Vodka on the rocks," she said without turning from them and with a don't bother me wave of her hand as if he was a bartender or her butler. Martin sat on the sofa across from them and leaned forward to be part of their conversation. "You have a beautiful house Emma," said Veronica. "Did you decorate it yourself?" She gave Emma a smile before giving Daniel a smile. If it wasn't for Veronica smiling up at him while giving him the eye, he'd feel invisible. Maybe he was part of her booby prize package deal that she'd have to take to get with Emma. "God no. I can't take the credit for that. I hired a decorator. Between working part-time at my father's law firm and caring for Daniel, I could never do all of this myself," she said. "With six bedrooms and seven bathrooms, this house is too big." Emma was too busy in her conversation to even look up at her husband. Instead she just held out her hand for her drink. "Here you go," said Daniel handing Veronica her wine, handing Martin his Brandy, and Emma her vodka. "Thank you," said Veronica giving Daniel the eye again. "Thanks honey," said Emma without even looking up at her husband. "Thanks," said Martin giving him a smile. Daniel had a scotch with a splash of water. Feeling as if he wasn't even there, he stood to watch his wife interacting with Veronica before taking his seat on the couch with Martin that was opposite the women. "Veronica tells me you're in investments," said Martin bathing him in his blue eyes as if Daniel was looking at the blue waters of Cayman Islands again. He wondered if not for his money, if he'd even be married to Emma. He wondered if not for his money if he'd even be part of this swinging foursome. Definitely, inspired by her sexual fantasy of having sex with a woman, if not for Emma breaking through this door to initiate and arrange all of this, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't be sitting across from and imagining having sex with beautiful Veronica while wondering what having sex with Martin would be like. He wondered if because he didn't look anything like Martin was the reason why his wife was suddenly so interested in having sex with a woman. Conversely, he wondered if because he didn't look anything like Martin, the cookie cutter impression of the GQ man, was the reason why Veronica was suddenly so interested in having sex with him. He wondered if because Veronica looked nothing like Emma, the complete opposite, a brunette with modest breasts, was the reason why he so wanted to have sex with her. Instead of having the same sex with the same type of person, variety is what swingers want, and what Daniel wanted was to not only have sex with another woman but also with a man as well. "Investments? No so much now," he said absentmindedly. "I'm retired. I just dabble while watching my own portfolio instead of someone else's," said Daniel. "Retired? You're so young," said Martin. "After reading the signs with the banks giving fraudulent mortgages to anyone and everyone while making side bets that they'd fail, I earned my money and got out just before the banking meltdown and the market crashed. Now, realizing the markets are stacked against the average investor with the SEC turning a blind eye, being that the Fed bailed the banks out once, and with no one going to jail for fraud, this will happen again," said Daniel with a predicting forecast. "I see," said Martin. "I leave all of my investments to my law firm. Too much of a gamble for someone not familiar with investments, they handle everything for me." "Even with me knowing as much about investing money as I do, a too big of a risk to take, I prefer keeping my distance rather being in the market neck deep as I was before. Now with gold prices stable, diamond prices up, and the real estate market returning, there are other places to invest other than in the market and in oil," he said looking at Martin. "How about you? What do you do?" He figured him for an ex-model or a want-to-be movie star. Wishing he had his Robert Redford good looks instead of having his money, he knew that it was his money that allow him to have Emma and that bought him a ticket to this front row seat show. Yet, if he didn't have his money, he'd just be another fat, short, homely man married to another tall, blonde, gold digging woman. "I don't do much of anything. I inherited money from my father and Veronica inherited her money from her mother. We live comfortable," said Martin flashing his Rolex watch after arriving in a Navy Blue Bentley convertible to make Daniel immediately realize that living comfortable was an obvious understatement and one that was based upon comparable perceptions. "Being that we don't have any children, we're free to travel and experience life to its fullest," he said. Wishing he had two kids, a boy and a girl or two girls who looked more like Emma than him, Daniel couldn't imagine anyone living life at its fullest without having children. "With me being an only child, I never felt the need to have a child. A decision that I made long ago, we both agreed that it was enough to share our lives with one another without including a baby in the mix," said Veronica. "Perhaps one day, we'll change our minds but with me having just turned 35-years-old, the clock is ticking down the time that I need to make my decision. Of course, we could always adopt," she said as if she was saying that they could rent a house instead of building one to own. Obviously by Veronica not asking the question about them not having children, she must already know that Emma can't have children. He wondered what else Emma told Veronica about them. Persnickety about his privacy, a sore point with him and with him always feeling guilty about it, especially with Emma already knowing that he's a cross dresser, he wondered if Emma told Veronica and Martin that he enjoyed wearing women's clothes. "What do you guys do for fun?" Daniel looked from Veronica to Martin before returning his focus to Veronica. Imagining her doing nude gymnastics, nude yoga, and/or nude tennis, golf, ice skating, and downhill skiing, he asked the question to quell his curiosity. "Do you have any hobbies, passions, and/or interests?" Veronica looked at her husband and smiled him a sexy stare. "What do we do for fun?" Martin returned his wife's look with a chuckle. "Fortunately for us, we have the same interests," he said laughing a dirty laugh. "Sex is our hobby. Sex is our passion. Sex is what we're most interested doing. Our life is all about sex," said Martin to Daniel before looking at his wife to give her a smile and a wink. He returned his focus back to Daniel. "Would you like a demonstration?" A demonstration? Suddenly with the image of Veronica able to put her ankles behind her head, Daniel imagined Veronica doing naked floor exercises. "A demonstration?" Not knowing exactly what he meant but having an idea, Daniel look from Martin to Veronica before looking at his wife and returning his focus to Martin. "Sure," he said with a shrug. "Why not? A demonstration may be fun." As if giving her a secret signal, one that they used before, Martin nodded his head to his wife. "Have you ever seen two women making love?" In an instant Daniel imagined Emma and Veronica making love. "On video I have but never live," he said hinting while hoping that they'd make love right here and right now and in front of him for him to see. As if on cue, Veronica put a finger beneath Emma's chin, leaned forward, and kissed his wife while looking over at Daniel before returning her concentrated focus on Emma. It would have been an ordinary kiss until they touched tongues and continued their kiss long enough for Daniel to know that this was no ordinary kiss between two women but a kiss between lovers. The kiss made him wonder if Veronica did more than just masturbate his wife. Maybe they've been having an affair for months. Other than Veronica just masturbating her, maybe she's already had naked sex with her. Maybe they've already had sex with Martin in a threesome. Unable to tell from this one exchange, he didn't know. "Watching two women having sex is a learning experience for every man in what we do wrong while watching and learning all that they do right. Lesbian sex should be required watching before men are allowed to fumble themselves through having clumsy sex with a woman." Unable to remove his eyes from Veronica French kissing his wife, he couldn't believe his eyes when Veronica began feeling Emma's big breasts through her blouse and bra. One of his favorite things to do was to feel her body through her clothes while kissing her. With Veronica having a lighter touch than he would have had, not groping her as he always does, he understood Martin's meaning that lesbian sex should be required watching if only as a learning experience for men. If that wasn't hot enough, he was even more sexually aroused watching Emma return Veronica's kisses while reaching around her to feel her ass through her long, flowing dress. 'Damn,' thought Daniel. 'I wouldn't mind feeling her ass while she was French kissing me.' Even through her long flowing dress, he could tell that she had a nice ass. Even the vibrant colors and geometric pattern couldn't hide her shapely curves. Even though her breasts paled in comparison to Emma's big boobs, with her name inspiring the sexual image of her before even meeting her, Veronica was all woman. "I see what you mean," said Daniel to Martin now unable to remove his eyes from Veronica now beginning to have her wicked, sexual way with his wife. Kissing and kissing one another, he watched the two women making out as if they were long lost lovers. Then, staring at her as if he's never seen Emma in her bra before, he watched Veronica unbutton Emma's blouse one, slow button at a time while kissing and feeling her through her clothes. With her every touch, she revealed even more of Emma's bra clad breasts. Distracted from watching the two women going at one another, curious to see his reaction to seeing Emma being undressed, he watched Martin staring at Emma while he stared at Veronica. She was so beautiful, as beautiful as was Emma. With Veronica having unbuttoned the top two buttons of Emma's blouse, being that Daniel could clearly see the tops of Emma's meaty breasts along with her long line of cleavage and the top of her bra, he knew that Martin was seeing the same of Emma too. Instead of feeling angered that another man was seeing his wife's bra clad breasts, he felt sexually excited. He felt proud that Emma was beautiful enough to demand the attention of a man like Martin and to be part of their exclusive, swinging foursome with Veronica taking control. While kissing her, as if she was a horny teenager on a date in the back row of a movie theatre, he watched Veronica reach her hand inside Emma's blouse to feel his wife's big breasts through her bra. Reaching around her to drape her arm down while slipping her fingertips inside of her bra, he watched her finger her nipple with her left hand before fingering her other nipple with her right hand. As if she was an experienced safecracker, Daniel watched as Veronica coaxed out his wife's nipples for them to make their impressions in her bra by teasing them with her fingertips. Martin's eyes were as glued to Emma being seduced as much as his eyes were glued to Veronica having her lesbian sexual way with his wife. Then, as if she was a man making her move, he watched Veronica's hand travel from Emma's knee to her thigh. With her hand slowly moving higher and with Emma's short skirt slowly climbing higher with Veronica's hand, just as he was catching a peek of Emma's bikini panties, he knew that Martin was seeing his wife's white panty too. He could feel his cock hardening to his wife being seduced by a woman while her panty was being exposed to another man. Thinking that he'd be possessively jealous with another man seeing Emma's bra and cleavage and now her panty too, instead he was becoming sexually aroused by their lesbian, sexual display. Something he didn't think he'd get in the presence of another man, he was getting an erection. Now he couldn't wait until Veronica showed Martin more of his wife's beautiful body. Veronica slid a hand all the way up and in between Emma's shapely legs. Slouching down in her seat and spreading her knees more to accommodate Veronica's hand, his wife's panties were totally exposed to her two male admirers. Kissing her while cupping her pussy through her panty, he watched Veronica push Emma's panty aside with her manicured fingertip to finger his wife's, no doubt, already wet pussy. Enjoying Veronica's lesbian masturbation show, he looked at Martin to see his reaction to seeing his wife finger Emma's trimmed, blonde pussy. Rubbing her clit, while fingering her pussy and kissing her, with their lesbian affair all happening so fast and unfolding before his eyes as if he was imagining it all, Daniel couldn't believe that his wife was having sex with another woman. With Emma obviously sexually aroused, they only briefly stopped kissing one another for Veronica to remove Emma's blouse. Just as he couldn't believe that Emma allowed her to remove her blouse, he couldn't believe that Veronica removed his wife's blouse. Usually so morally modest, Daniel couldn't believe that his wife was sitting across from a man she just met in her sexy, low cut bra. Not only did her bra reveal her long line of cleavage but also her form fitting bra showed nearly the entire shape of her breasts, along with the big impressions her nipples made in her bra. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 06 As if having her blouse removed was her cue, Emma unbuttoned, unzipped, and stood to remove her short skirt too. Now dressed in only her panty and bra, she looked as if she was a lingerie model or was a loser at playing strip poker. He was as proud of Emma's shapely body as he was shocked that she so quickly, freely, and easily showed Martin her sexy underwear clad body. Daniel couldn't believe that Emma was standing there in her panty and bra not only for Veronica's sexual pleasure but also for Martin's erotic enjoyment. With Emma unbelievably dressed only in her panty and bra, Daniel turned to Martin in time to see him fingering his cock through his pants. Thinking he'd be above that with Martin being a swinger, Daniel was as shocked as much as he was surprised that someone so sexually sophisticated and cosmopolitan would publically touch himself in that ordinary way. He looked at Martin as if he was a horny teenager or a degenerate on a subway staring at his wife while fingering his cock. This whole thing with Veronica seducing Emma and with Martin and him watching the women having sex was so surreal. "Your wife is so very lovely. She has a fabulous body," said Martin. "I love seeing women in their panty and bra as much as I love seeing women naked. Instead of feeling jealous and instead of feeling possessively insane, he accepted Martin's compliment. "Thank you," he said. "Veronica is extraordinarily beautiful too." "She is isn't she?" Martin looked from Emma to Veronica and back to Emma as if comparing the two women. "How two women can be so very beautiful and look so very different is why having sex with a multitude of partners is so wonderful," he said. While staring over at Martin, her way of making sure that Martin was seeing her striptease show, Emma sat on the edge of the couch and turned her back to Veronica for her to unhook her bra. With her bra unhooked and with her still staring at Martin while briefly looking at her husband, she removed her bra straps while holding her bra cups in place with her hands. Emma was such a sexy tease. This was it. Emma was about to show Martin her tits. He couldn't believe that his wife was about to be topless in front of another man, a man she supposedly just met, while he watched their sexy exchange. "Would you like to see my tits Martin?" Emma gave Martin a sexy look that was once only reserved for him, her husband. "I'd love to see your tits Emma," said Martin while still fingering his cock through his pants. As if he was complimenting her by fingering his cock through his pants while staring at her ready to expose her breasts to him, she smiled while tossing back her long, blonde hair with a flip of her head. "How much would you like to see my tits?" Obviously teasing him, Daniel was proud that his wife was being so playful, a playfulness that she reserved only for him until now. Sexually excited for Martin see Emma's beautiful bra clad breasts, something he never thought he'd be excited for her to do, now he couldn't wait for her to remove her bra. "This much," he said holding out his hands in front of his chest as if mimicking the size of Emma's big breasts with his cupped hands. "Actually more than anything," said Martin. "I can't wait to see your breasts Emma." As if there was a silent drumroll, both men waited with great sexual anticipation for Emma to remove her bra and reveal her big, beautiful breasts. "Maybe after you see my tits and after your wife is done feeling my breasts, fondling my breasts, fingering my nipples, and sucking my nipples, you could do the same," said Emma staring at Martin with her big, blue eyes. "I love having my nipples fingered and sucked." Daniel watched Martin rubbed the head of his cock through his pants as if he had a pussy instead of a prick and he was rubbing his bean. "I'd love to have my wicked way with your big tits Emma," said Martin. Again as if there was a silent drumroll, Emma slowly peeled her bra cups from her breasts and waved her bra over her head before tossing it on the floor. "Wow! You have magnificent breasts, the best breasts I've ever seen," said Martin. Veronica leaned forward to look around at Emma's exposed breasts. "With Martin having seen so very many tits, that's quite the compliment coming from him," said Veronica cupping Emma's tits from behind while fingering her nipples. "I agree with him. You have the best pair of boobs I've ever seen," she said pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples to Emma's delight. Feeling them, fondling them, and squeezing them, Veronica continued having her sexual fun with Emma's tits and nipples. "Now your turn," said Emma with sexual excitement. "Take off your dress. I want to see your body." Veronica turned her back to Emma for her to unzip her dress. Then, while Veronica removed her dress from her shoulders, she stared over at Daniel in the way that Emma stared at Martin before she removed her bra. Only, instead of wearing a bra in the way that Emma was wearing, Veronica was topless beneath her dress. Even though her breasts were small, they were shapely with big, pink, puffy nipples. Naked beneath her dress, Veronica stood as her dress fell to her feet to expose her trimmed, brown pussy. With it her turn to tease Daniel now in the way that Emma teased Martin, Veronica turned and bent at the waist to help Emma off with her panties. "Quite the view," said Martin staring at the two naked women before turning to look at Daniel. He nodded him a look in the direction of his fingers poised on his zipper. "Do you mind?" "Pardon?" Daniel looked at Martin. Martin gave Daniel another look, this time a downward look where his fingers were poised on his zipper. "You don't mind if I get more comfortable, do you?" Oh boy. This was it. Daniel was about to see Martin's cock. "Oh. No, I don't mind," said Daniel staring down at Martin undoing his pants in the way that Emma had removed Veronica's dress. Martin unbelted, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants to remove his cock from his underwear. Daniel looked from Martin's face to briefly look down at his cock. Thinking about doing the same, removing his cock from his pants, he suddenly felt so juvenile. He looked over at Martin who already had his cock in his hand and was stroking himself to seeing his naked wife with Emma. "I can't wait until Emma sucks my cock," he said to Daniel letting out a quiver. "I can't wait to fuck your wife, Daniel. She's so hot." If this was another place and another time, Martin's comments about Emma sucking his cock and him fucking her really would have upset him but, in this setting, his comments were appropriately necessary. Truth be told, he felt the same way about Veronica. He couldn't wait for her to suck his cock and he couldn't wait to fuck her. Yet, no matter the time, the place, and the setting, suddenly imagining Martin's cock in his wife's mouth and buried in her pussy, he was as angry as he was sexually excited with what Martin had just said. A mixed bag of emotions, he felt better as soon as he thought of Veronica sucking and fucking his cock in the way that Emma would no doubt be sucking and fucking Martin's cock soon. With all of this swinging so new, and with them never having sex with anyone else since they married ten years ago, it would take some adjusting to allowing another couple in their marriage and in their bed. * * * * * "Excuse me," said Daniel to Martin. He stood, walked to his wife. "I'm just going to grab a towel for the couch," he said whispering to Emma as he walked by her. Not ready to invite them in their bedroom, Daniel quickly grabbed two oversized towels from the linen closet and returned to cover the couch with them. Now with Emma sitting on the towel covered couch naked and with her legs spread, Veronica moved between Emma's legs while she angled her body so that both men could have a clear view of watching Veronica licking and fingering her. As if they were two strippers performing on stage and having sex instead of them being their wives, they were putting on quite the show. Licking and licking Emma while fingering her, mesmerized by Veronica's tongue and fingers, Emma stared over at Martin with her mouth opened as if she was hypnotized. Now that Martin's wife was licking her pussy, no doubt, she was thinking of him licking her pussy too. While staring over at Martin, Emma fingered her nipples in the way that she assumingly hoped that Martin would finger her nipples. Sitting on the edge of the couch, Martin was poised at the ready. No doubt, if Emma invited him over to suck his cock while his wife at her pussy, he'd be over there in a flash. Only, Emma appeared more interested in Veronica than she was in Martin. She reached down to raise her pussy lips so that she could have a better view of Veronica's tongue and fingers inside of her blonde pussy. Then returning to teasing Martin, as Veronica continued eating her, she lifted up one breast to suck her own nipple. Then she lifted her other breast to suck that one too while never removing her eyes from Martin. In the way that Veronica was relishing eating Emma, Emma was taking pleasure in sexually teasing Martin. In the way that Emma was so enjoying being eaten, if Daniel was to hazard a guess, this wasn't the first time that Veronica had her tongue inside of his wife's pussy. Then again with Emma not the first woman that Veronica has been with, perhaps she was really skilled at eating pussy and is a much better pussy licker than he could ever hope to be. Interrupting her sexy fun of Emma teasing Martin by sucking her own nipples, Veronica reached up her hands to fill them with Emma's big tits while she continued slowly licking her pussy as if licking a fine delicacy. Daniel watched as Veronica stared up at Emma with her big, brown eyes while Emma stared down at her with her beautiful, blue eyes. In the way that men put a gentle hand to the back of a woman's head when being sucked, Emma lovingly ran her fingers through Veronica's lush, brown hair while being licked. Different than how he's ever licked her, Veronica more looked like she was enjoying licking Emma rather than it being something she had to do in reciprocation of Emma giving him a blowjob. Even though Emma was such a beautiful woman, rather wanting her to suck his cock than to lick her, he always viewed eating her pussy as a chore. Now with that insightful thought in mind, even though he's yet to suck a cock, he wondered if the reason why he seldom ate his wife was because he more preferred cock to pussy. Then, showing more sexual passion than merely licking her pussy, she literally mashed her whole face in Emma's cunt while making erotica licking and slurping pussy eating sounds while engaging her in conversation. "I love licking you Emma. I love fingering you. I can't get enough of your pussy," said Veronica. Reacting to Veronica's verbal sounds by echoing her sounds and by taking more of an active role than a passive role, Emma suddenly seemed more animated by responding in kind while slowly moving her hips. "Oh, yes, oh my God. Oh Ronnie. Oh baby," she whispered. "Lick me. Lick me." Sliding her hands beneath Emma's shapely ass, Veronica pulled Emma's pussy closer to her mouth where she continued lapping her as if she was a dog dying of thirst. Licking her faster, she licked her harder while fingering her deeper. Then reaching up her hands to feel and fondle Emma's big tits, she pulled, turned, and twisted her nipple. Taking turns with her hands, she switched off fingering her nipples to finger her pussy. Something that took Daniel twenty minutes or more to do, sometimes never giving her an orgasm with Emma growing sore and him giving up, Veronica had Emma moaning in a matter of minutes. Daniel took notes as Martin advised him to do while learning how to make love to a woman by watching her with her lesbian lover. Only while looking over at Martin stroking his cock in hand, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd rather suck a man than lick a woman. Rather than watching Veronica eat his wife, only not wanting anyone to catch him looking, seemingly he was more interested in watching Martin stroking his cock than he was in watching Ronnie licking Emma. "I'm going to cum Ronnie," said Emma grabbing two handfuls of Veronica's hair. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. You're going to make me cum." As if she was a pussy eating machine, immediately, Veronica licked her faster and harder while fingering her deeper. "Cum Emma, cum," said Veronica briefly pausing in orally pleasuring Emma to speak. "I love that I can give you an orgasm so soon," she said. As if Emma had thrown a switch by telling Ronnie that she was ready to cum, Veronica ate Emma's pussy with a sexually passion that he's never had when eating her pussy. With much enthusiasm, Veronica licked his wife in the way that Emma sucked his cock. Daniel never realized how much he's cheated his wife out of oral orgasms by not being as passionate as Veronica is now in licking her pussy. If only he enjoyed eating Emma as much as Veronica obviously did. Yet, as he suspected, it was evident to him that this wasn't Veronica's first time eating Emma. With her inherently knowing exactly what she liked and what she wanted, and by Emma cumming so quickly, if he was to make a bet, he'd bet that they were longtime lovers. He wondered how he could be so stupid. He wondered how he could be so blind. It all made sense to him now why Emma turned a blind eye to his cross dressing and why she never said anything about him wearing women's clothes before. Tit for tat, knowing that now about them, in the way she did with his cross dressing, he'd be forced to turn a blind eye to her lesbian affair. He wondered when their lesbian relationship started. Now he wondered if this was the first time that Martin was seeing his wife naked. As Daniel watched Veronica eat his wife in the way that he's never eaten his wife, he couldn't wait to eat Veronica in the same way. Now having learned how to orally make love to a woman by watching Veronica eat Emma, hands on experience is the best teacher after all. Carrying this lesson learned, he couldn't wait to eat his wife in the same way that Veronica was eating her. Then, as soon as Emma had her orgasm, Veronica leaned up on her knees to take Emma's big tits in her mouth before kissing her and kissing her. As soon as they took a few moments to enjoy the afterglow of sex, it would be Emma's turn to eat Veronica. In the way that it was one thing to watch his wife being eaten by another woman but it would be quite another thing to watch Emma licking Ronnie. * * * * * Making herself comfortable on the couch, with one foot on the back of the couch and the other foot on the floor, Emma climbed on the couch and fell between Veronica's long, shapely legs. As if she had done this before, she began fingering her pussy before lightly licking her pussy. Even though it was just as sexually exciting watching Emma eating Veronica, it was surreal watching his wife having sex with a woman. It just seemed like yesterday during pillow talk that she told him that her sexual fantasy was to have sex with a woman. Now here she is eating Veronica. He couldn't believe it. In the way that Veronica was fascinated by Emma's big boobs, Emma was fascinated by Veronica's shapely ass. Feeling her ass while licking her, she squeezed her ass while fingering her. In the way that Ronnie did, with her hand cupping her ass, Emma slid her hands beneath Ronnie and lifted her pussy to her mouth. Licking and licking her, Emma ate Veronica's pussy with as much passion as Veronica ate her pussy. Then, reaching up one hand while fingering her nipples with her other she fingered Ronnie's pussy while licking her. She licked her faster. She licked her harder. She fingered her while licking her. In the way that Ronnie was a pussy eating machine, so wasn't Emma. Even in the exuberant way that Emma sucked his cock, he's never witnessed such sexually passion emerging from his wife when she was licking a pussy. Now he wondered if Emma would rather lick a pussy than suck a cock in the way that he, perhaps, would prefer sucking a cock than licking a pussy. Just as Veronica did to Emma's cunt before, licking her while fingering her, Emma was doing to Ronnie's cunt now. "I love eating you Ronnie. You taste so good," said Emma staring up at her lesbian lover with her blue eyes while Veronica stared down at her. As if soon as Emma said that she loved eating her pussy, Ronnie was enlivened as if she was just plugged into a wall outlet. In the way that Emma did with her pussy lips, Ronnie did the same with her two fingers and lifted them so that she could see Emma's tongue licking her and watch her finger fucking her. "Lick me Emma, lick me. Fuck me with your fingers baby. Oh my God. Fuck Emma. I'm going to cum," said Veronica pushing down on the back of Emma's head. Filling her face with her pussy, she mashed her face in her cunt and held it there while Emma continued licking and licking her. "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Right there baby. Right there. Don't stop licking me. Lick me harder. Lick me faster. Fuck my pussy with your fingers. Just please don't stop. I'm cumming Emma. I'm cumming." As soon as Veronica had her orgasm, Emma emerged with her face glistening wet. They embraced while giving one another a deep, wet kiss. When they separated, Veronica licked her own vaginal secretions from her lover's face before kissing her again and again. Holding one another, they briefly relaxed in the afterglow of sex before they continued in their love making. Insatiably, Veronica mounted Emma in the sixty-nine position and lowered her pussy to her mouth as if she was a man lowering his cock to her lips. Continuing to lick and finger one another, they were putting on quite the orgasmic show. With Daniel never licking his wife more than once at a time in a sexual session, and only doing sixty-nine the one time, he couldn't believe what a sexual animal his wife was for Ronnie's body. With him watching Emma having sex with Ronnie, he couldn't wait to have sloppy seconds with her while watching Martin having sloppy seconds with Emma too. Only in the way that these two were getting it on and enjoying one another, maybe they wouldn't want a man after having a woman. "Won't you join me?" Martin gave Daniel's big bulge a nod. Reluctantly albeit sexually excitedly, Daniel unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. "Allow me," said Martin scooching closer to reach his hand inside of Daniel's underpants while pulling out his cock. To be continued... Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 07 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Emma and Daniel invite Veronica and Martin over for some sexy fun. Daniel and Martin have bi-sexual sex while watching their wives having lesbian sex "Won't you join me?" Directing his conversation to his cock, Martin gave Daniel's big bulge a raised eyebrow nod, a look of sexual interest, and a smile of encouragement. With their faces buried between one another's legs, he looked over at Emma and Veronica having sex before briefly looking up at Daniel. Martin continued staring down at the impression that Daniel's erection made in his pants before looking up at him with a stare that told him that he was interested in more than just looking. Obviously with Emma and Veronica having lesbian sex on the other side of the room, Martin wanted to have gay sex with Daniel. With a multitude of emotions flooding his mind, Daniel felt sexually excited that Martin had unzipped himself and exposed his cock to him over the pretense of stroking himself while watching Emma and Veronica having lesbian sex. Had it not been for Emma and Veronica both naked across from him, he'd have a difficult time removing his focused stare from Martin's exposed prick. With him no doubt wanting to show him his cock as much as he wanted to see his cock, obviously Martin was just as sexually excited to flash Daniel his cock as he was sexually excited to see his big prick. Fascinated by the sight of Martin's cock, an understatement, the first erected penis he's seen up close but for his own, he had trouble looking away from Martin's prick even with the sexual distraction of Emma and Veronica going at one another in the sixty-nine position. Perhaps, because their wives were putting on such a sexy, lesbian show, they inspired Martin and Daniel to put on a gay show of their own. Now with Martin taking the lead by exposing himself, Daniel was as sexually excited by the thought of exposing himself to Martin too. There was no doubt in Daniel's mind that Martin was as sexually excited to expose his cock to him as he was to see Martin's cock. Yet, even though he was sexually excited over seeing Martin's penis, as if he was a teenage boy masturbating over something or someone he wasn't supposed to see, he felt foolish with the thought of stroking himself in front of another man. Definitely with Daniel thinking about stroking himself while staring at Martin stroking himself, that action would be deemed gay in every definition of the word. Oddly enough and quite extraordinary unbelievable though, both Daniel and Martin seemed more interested in one another than they were in watching Emma and Veronica having lesbian sex. A sexy sight to behold watching Emma eating Veronica and Veronica licking Emma, unbelievably their lesbian love affair was overwhelmed by the sexual interest that Daniel and Martin had for one another. With this officially Daniel's first time watching his wife having lesbian sex with a woman, one would think that he'd be more interested in watching her with her lesbian lover than in the exposed prick of Veronica's husband. Yet, even though he was obviously sexually interested, with this officially Daniel's first bi-sexual experience, he felt as sexually excited as he felt awkwardly nervous. Not wanting to insult his guest, as his pretense and justification to undo himself and free his erect prick from the confines of his underwear, he had no choice but to go along with Martin by undoing his pants. A big step with no turning back, taking his time, reluctantly albeit sexually excitedly, Daniel unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants while watching Martin stroking himself to the sexy sight of Emma and Veronica eating one another. Occasionally staring up at him to give him a sexual look of interest, Martin never removed his eyes from Daniel undressing. While playing Martin's game of voyeurism, Daniel paused as if wanting and expecting encouragement from Martin to continue his little act of gay exhibitionism. Ready to reach his hand inside his underwear, Daniel was ready to cross the hetero/homosexual line and go beyond the point of no return by showing Martin his cock. Only unable to expose himself to Martin while his wife was sexual engaged on the other side of the room with her lesbian lover, what stopped him more was the gay man labeling that he'd have once giving in to his homosexual wants, needs, and desires. If he continued with this homosexual recklessness, he'd be considered a gay man or in the vein of Martin, as a bi-sexual man. Even though no one would know that he had homosexual tendencies, a gay interaction, or bi-sexual sex with Martin but for Emma, Veronica, and Martin, for that matter, he would know. From that point on, he'd forever be deemed as a gay man or as a bi-sexual man. Unable to bear the burden of the sexual orientation of those homosexual defining labels, with him living all of his life as a straight man, he didn't know if he could reconcile himself to live with those who'd pass judgment on him. A straight man having a gay or bi-sexual affair, even if no one else knew but him and those present in the room, he'd carry the stigma and shame of his gay sexual experience for the rest of his life. Yet, with him being no ordinary straight man and with him finally being true to himself by embracing his homosexual side, perhaps being bi-sexual or even gay would make him feel proud to be a cross dresser. Maybe a tragic mistake in being born a man, he's really a woman inside. Already hiding a secret that he's a cross dressing man, he's a man who enjoys dressing as a woman and wearing women's clothes. What's one more secret to carry? What would it matter if he was a gay or bi-sexual cross dressing man so long as his wife was open and agreeable to him being that? No one else needs to know. It's none of anyone's business what he does with his wife behind closed bedroom doors. If he could hide his cross dressing secret from his friends and family for all of these years, he surely could hide the fact that he had sex with a man just the one time. Unless he wanted to confess his experimental sexuality to someone, no one needs to know that he had gay sex with Martin. Maybe at his age he should no longer hide any secrets. Once stepping out of the closet, being true to himself, and embracing who he really is, maybe he was meant to be bi-sexual or gay all along. Maybe he was meant to be born a woman and not a man. Even though she was the one who arranged this sexual foursome get together and even encouraged him to have sex with Martin, he wondered if Emma would lose respect for him if he had a bi-sexual affair with Martin. Certainly after watching her having sex with a woman, he didn't lose respect for her while watching her having lesbian sex with Veronica. If anything watching his wife with a woman has enhanced his sexual relationship with his wife to an even higher level. He couldn't wait to have sex with Veronica himself. He couldn't wait to have sex with Emma later tonight while having pillow talk about how she felt having lesbian sex with Veronica. Moreover, taking a lesson learned from them, with Martin and Veronica both bi-sexual, Veronica seemingly hasn't lost respect for her husband. Idyllically, with them having an open marriage and with both of them being bi-sexual, she's as sexually free to do whatever and whomever she wants and Martin is as sexually free to do whatever and whomever he wants. Yet, nonetheless his willingness to take on another secret that he was a bi-sexual or even a gay man, the weight of his secret life as a cross dresser already weighed heavily upon his shoulders, his head, and his heart. As far as he knew, only his wife knew his secret. No matter, he wished he didn't have to keep the secret of being a cross dresser. He wished he could walk in public dressed as a woman and feel proud of who he is as a man dressed as a woman. He wondered how his new friends, Veronica and Martin would react to him being a cross dresser. He wondered what they'd say and what they'd think of him if they only knew that he enjoyed wearing women's clothes. If he continued in exposing his cock to Martin and only God knows what else, not only would he a cross dresser but also he'd be a bi-sexual man or even a gay man. No longer checking the heterosexual box, he could no longer state that he's never had a gay, sexual experience. He could no longer say that he's never been with a man. Forgetting the fact that he's a cross dresser too, a big step to take, he wondered what all of his friends and relatives would think of him if they knew that he was sitting next to a man masturbating over their wives having lesbian sex. Wow! Too sexually provocative for his stuff shirt friends to understand their personal, sexual peccadilloes, he wondered what all of his friends and relatives would think of him masturbating himself with Martin. If only they knew what gay thoughts he was thinking, none of his friends and relatives would approve. Then, as if pushing him off of a cliff and literally forcing his hand, Martin did something totally unexpected. Martin took it upon himself to make Daniel's decision for him. * * * * * "Allow me," said Martin scooching over closer to him on the couch to reach his hand inside of Daniel's underpants while pulling out his cock. 'Oh my God,' thought Daniel. 'Are you kidding me?' Daniel stared at Martin before staring down at his hand. He couldn't believe it when Martin stuck his hand in his underwear, wrapped his fingers around his erection, and pulled out his prick. Shocked, surprised, and sexually excited, as if he was dreaming or sexually fantasizing, he stared at Martin's hand holding his cock. Martin had his cock in his hand. A first time for everything, even a man holding his cock in his hand, Daniel couldn't believe that Martin was holding his cock. Shocked, surprised, and sexually excited, with Martin now holding two cocks, his own erect prick and Daniel's erect prick, he stared at Martin's two hands before looking up at him with impassioned sexual excitement. Shocked, surprised, and sexually excited, he couldn't believe it when Martin gently ran his fingertip over the head of his cock while looking up at him as if he wanted to kiss him. Feeling it while fondling it in his hand, as if rubbing his belly in one direction with one hand and rubbing his head in a different direction with his other hand, Martin showed his ambidexterity by not only stroking his cock but also stroking his own cock as well. With a firmer grasp than Emma had on his cock, Martin began slowly stroking him. Unable to gather his thoughts to say anything, he just stared from Martin's hand stroking him to Martin's face staring at him. Daniel would be lying if he didn't say that Martin's impromptu hand job didn't feel good when it did. His longtime sexual fantasy come true, he was finally going to experience having sex with a man. "Other than Emma and the women I've been with before marrying Emma while remaining faithful to her, I never had a man touch my cock before," said Daniel. He only removed his eyes from staring at his cock in Martin's hand to look up at his face. "How does it feel?" Martin continued slowly stroking him. "It feels good, very good," said Daniel closing his eyes. "If I close my eyes and didn't know you were a man, I'd think that a woman was holding my cock. When I close my eyes, I'm able to imagine Veronica holding my prick." "Interesting," said Martin looking from Daniel to look at his wife having sex with Daniel's wife. "That's an interesting concept. Maybe you should keep your eyes shut and pretend that I'm a woman or that I'm my wife while stroking you," said Martin returning his focus back to Daniel. "Okay," said Daniel. Martin remained silent while slowly stroking Daniel's engorged prick. Then, breaking his silence, he said what Daniel feared he'd say. "Just so that I could experience the same sensation of pretending that a woman or, more specifically, your beautiful wife, Emma, was holding my cock instead of you, a man, was holding my cock," he said with a pause. "Would you mind terribly holding my cock in your hand while I close my eyes and pretend that Emma is masturbating me?" Daniel looked at Martin as if he was nuts before looking at him with increased sexual excitement. Obviously Martin wanted Daniel to hold his cock in the way that Martin was holding his cock. Obviously Martin wanted him to stroke his cock in the way that he was stroking his cock. Even though he saw through his obvious pretense of closing his eyes while pretending that a woman or, more specifically, Emma was holding his cock, accommodating him, Daniel surprised even himself when he reached out his arm to take Martin's cock in hand. Holding Martin's erect prick as if he was holding something delicate and breakable, he didn't move his hand in the way that Martin continued slowly moving his hand up and down while masturbating him. As if afraid to enjoy the sensation of holding Martin's cock, he didn't explore Martin's stiff prick with his fingers in the way that Martin did with his cock. Having never touched a man's penis before but for his own, he couldn't believe he was sitting on the couch across from his wife having sex with another woman while he held the prick of another man and while another man masturbated him. As if Emma and Veronica weren't even in the same room, he more focused his attention on Martin's stiff prick than he did on the two naked women sexually going at one another. "How's that? Did it feel like Emma was holding you instead of me?" Daniel stared down at Martin's cock before staring up at him. "It was fine until you asked me how it was," said Martin with a laugh. "Let's try this again, shall we? Only, this time, when I close my eyes, stroke me without talking. Okay? Maybe I'll pretend you're Brad Pitt instead of pretending that you're Emma," he said with a laugh. With so very much happening so very fast, this was getting serious now with Martin wanting Daniel to masturbate him in the way that he was masturbating Daniel. "Okay," said Daniel looking for an excuse to stop stroking Martin and quickly finding one. Daniel continued stroking Martin with his eyes wide open while Martin continued stroking him with his eyes closes. "Yes, that feels nice," said Martin. "That feels so good. I'm surprised I never tried this before with someone else. Having my eyes closed while being masturbated is a new sensation for me." When Martin verbally said aloud that Daniel was masturbating him, as if he was hit with a sudden jolt of electricity, a slap across the face, or a glass of cold water, Daniel was shocked back from a gay man's sexual fantasy to a straight man's reality. Now uncomfortable holding Martin's cock in his hand while Martin held his cock in his hand within sight of their wives, maybe he'd feel differently if their wives weren't there in the same room. Maybe he'd feel differently if he was alone with Martin. Maybe he'd feel differently if this was kismet, just happened out of the blue, and hadn't been arranged by Emma. Even though he was sexually excited, he was uncomfortable that he was holding Martin's cock instead of holding Veronica's tits while fingering her pussy. What was he doing? What was he thinking? What excited him more before about this foursome, having sex with Veronica, suddenly changed when it was apparent that he'd be having sex with Martin instead. Yet, even though he still wanted to experience Veronica sexually, he was more excited to have sex with Martin than he was to have sex with Martin's wife. "Only, if you don't mind, I'd rather watch our wives having sixty-nine sex," said Daniel using that as his excuse to remove his hand from Martin's prick. Not wanting to put the kibosh to this first time bi-sexual encounter before it even began, he stopped short of saying that he'd rather watch their wives having sixty-nine sex than stroking Martin's cock. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to stroke Martin when he did. Only, a little too fast too soon, perhaps if Martin had started with kissing him first he'd be more sexually ready to stroke his cock. Martin closed his eyes and Daniel slowly stroked him while Martin slowly stroked Daniel. Now both men were masturbating one another again. "I'd like to watch our wives too," said Martin. "Yet if it's okay with you, while we watch our wives having fun, I don't mind stroking you, if you don't mind stroking me too." Daniel wondered if he'd be considered gay by allowing a man to stroke his cock. He wondered if he'd be considered gay by stroking another man's cock. With Martin already stroking him and lowering his resistance to return the favor, he stared down at Martin's hand stroking his cock before staring over at Martin's cock and looking up at Martin. "I can do that," said Daniel with his sexual attraction to Martin overwhelming his straight man's resistance to stroking another man's cock. While watching Emma licking and fingering Veronica and Veronica eating and fingering Emma, Martin stroked Daniel and Daniel stroked Martin. Matching their strokes with one another, they quickened their strokes while watching their wives having lesbian sex with one another. Then, in a moment of heighten, sexual passion, Martin looked him in the eyes in the way that Emma looked him in the eyes whenever she wanted to be kissed. As if he was on a first date with a woman and sitting in his car instead of on his couch, Martin leaned to the side, put his left hand behind Daniel's neck, pulled him closer, and kissed him. As if he had kissed him before and certainly he had in his dreams and in his sexual fantasies of this very moment, Daniel submitted his tongue to him. He was French kissing Martin. He couldn't believe he was French kissing a man. Kissing and kissing one another, both men kissed as if they were sitting in a darkened car at a drive-in movie. When Martin released him, Daniel was dizzy with sexual arousal. In the way he felt now after Martin kissed him, he'd suck Martin, he would. "You have a beautiful cock Daniel," said Martin stroking him faster while staring down at Daniel's erect prick before looking up at him. "It's so hard and quite large, bigger than average." Breathing more through his mouth than through his nose, Daniel's jaw dropped in his sexual excitement. He couldn't believe that he just French kissed a man. He couldn't believe that Martin just kissed him while stroking him. Martin made out with him while masturbating him. His first kiss from a man, it was like nothing he had ever imagined. Figuring that the kiss would be hard, quick, and scratchy, it was soft, long lasting, and sweet. Better than he thought it would be, if their first kiss was this good, he wouldn't mind kissing Martin again and again. "I swear, if you keep that up Martin, you're going to make me cum," said Daniel looking at Martin to give him a look that told him that he wanted to cum. A first time for everything, Daniel couldn't believe that he wanted another man to make him cum. Taking his hint and ready to accommodate him, Martin gave him a sexy look that reminded him of the sexy look that Emma usually gives him. This was it. This was really going to happen. Daniel was about to officially have gay sex with Martin by allowing him to masturbate him to ejaculation while kissing and kissing him. "I don't mind you cumming all over my hand Daniel," said Martin with a measured pause. "Yet, rather than making a mess of my clothes and possibly this couch, I'd much rather you cum in my mouth." What? Martin wants him to cum in his mouth. Seriously? He couldn't believe it. This man wants to suck him. This man wants him to cum in his mouth. The words echoed through his straight man, cross dressing brain as if he was dreaming this or sexually fantasizing this while masturbating himself. Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 07 There was a long moment where Daniel looked at Martin and Martin stared back at him. This was it. This was really it. He's already crossed the line with Martin stroking his cock and him stroking Martin's cock before making out with him and French kissing him. Now with Martin offering to suck him and with the thoughts of him cumming in his mouth, that certainly would be the absolute point of no return. If he allowed Martin to suck him, if he ejaculated cum in Martin's willing mouth, he'd no longer be a straight man but a bi-sexual man and possibly even a gay man. Everything from that moment on would change forever. Finally freeing his inner self, he'd no longer be the same person. As if telling Martin with his eyes that it was okay for him to suck him, he didn't say no that it wasn't. With that silent homosexual agreement that as a straight man he couldn't utter, Martin leaned to the side and took Daniel in his mouth. Sucking him while stroking him, Martin was giving Daniel an amazing blowjob. When Daniel looked down at the top of Martin's head, Martin turned to look up at Daniel with his big, blue eyes and with his hard, hairy cock in his mouth. Daniel loved it when Emma looked up at him while she was sucking him and now he equally enjoyed it when Martin looked up at him while he sucked him. Something he always wanted to try but didn't know how to go about it until Emma arranged for all of this, he was glad that he agreed to meet them Martin and Veronica. He was thrilled, an understatement, that Martin was sucking him while their wives were still eating one another. He ran his hand through Martin's hair while he sucked him in the way that he ran his hand through Emma's hair when she sucked him. "Oh my God, Martin," whispered Daniel in breathless sexual excitement. "What are you doing?" Acting so innocent as if Martin was forcing himself on him, he looked over at their wives. With their shapely thighs blocking their peripheral vision and their views of their husbands, they were too busy eating and fingering one another to notice what the men were doing. Daniel stared down at Martin looking up at him with his big, blue eyes that made him unable to look away. In the way that he was always so excited watching Emma sucking him while she stared up at him with her blue eyes, he was now equally as excited watching Martin sucking him while staring up at him with his blue eyes. In the way that Martin suddenly looked so sexy with Daniel's hard, hairy cock in his mouth, he never thought that a man could look sexy to him but he did. At that very moment, Martin looked as sexy as any sexy woman, as sexy as Emma looked when sucking him and as sexy as he imagined Veronica looking when sucking him. Humping his mouth, he so wanted to put a hand to the back of Martin's head and fuck his face. He so wanted to cum in his mouth, only he couldn't. His last entanglements of convention and social responsibilities of living life as a straight man was holding him back and preventing him from enjoying this first time, one time, gay experience. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Martin removed Daniel's cock from his mouth to speak. "I'm sucking you," he said taking him in his mouth again. "You've never been sucked by a man before?" Martin took Daniel's cock in his mouth again. While watching Martin sucking him, it took Daniel a moment to collect himself before he could speak again. With his self-control getting the better of his desire to cum in Martin's mouth, Daniel voiced his resistance to having gay sex with him. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't do it. Stepping away from the cliff, he wasn't ready to cross the point of no return yet. He was ready to put an end to this homosexual affair only and admittedly, he was enjoying Martin sucking him too much and was unable to do that either. "No," said Daniel skirting the real issue. "I've never been sucked by a man before." The thought of him being sucked by a man now, as if given an electrical shock, was his reality check. Obviously next, as the customary reciprocal, sexual favor, Martin would want and fully and deservingly expect him to suck his cock too. Even though he totally enjoyed having Martin suck his cock, he didn't think that he could ever suck Martin's cock. 'No way,' he thought to himself. Even though he wanted to cum in Martin's mouth, he didn't want Martin cumming in his mouth. 'Eww,' he thought while cringing with the idea of his mouth being filled with Martin's cum. 'That's just gross.' He wasn't gay. He wasn't. He really wasn't. He loved his wife and if he wanted to have sex with anyone other than Emma, he wanted to have sex with Veronica. Oh, yeah, he'd let her suck him any time and all the time. Unable to imagine fucking Martin in his ass, he couldn't imagine Martin fucking him in his ass. Definitely he'd more want to fuck a woman before he fucked a man. He'd definitely want to fuck Veronica before he fucked Martin. 'Yuck!' Suddenly the thought of having gay sex with Martin sickened him even though he was doing just that, having sex with him now. Martin smiled up at him with his cock still buried in his mouth before briefly removing Daniel's prick to speak again. "Well now that I'm sucking you, you can't say that you've never been sucked by a man," said Martin with a dirty laugh. He took Daniel's cock in his mouth again. Only Daniel was dizzy as much sexual excitement as he was with confusion. Was he straight or was he gay? Who would he prefer, Martin or Veronica? Maybe after being exposed to bi-sexual sex, in the way that Martin obviously wants him and Emma, Daniel wants both Martin and Veronica too. With Martin blowing him and with him enjoying being sucked by Martin, obviously, if he was anything, he was bi-sexual. With the sexual show of his life happening across the room, how could a man turn him on when his wife was having lesbian sex with a woman? How could Martin remove the sexual interest that he had in Veronica by replacing it for the sexual interest that he now had in her husband? "Stop," said Daniel not making a move to push him away or to remove his cock from his mouth. "You can't. You mustn't. This isn't right. This is so wrong. I'm not gay, really I'm not. If anything, until now, I was bi-sexually curious and now that you satisfied my bi-sexual curiosity, I'd much rather be with your wife than to be with you. I'm sorry but I can't do this," said Daniel not wanting to feel compelled to suck Martin in the way that Martin was blowing him. Ignoring his plea to stop, not paying any attention to him confessing that he wasn't gay, Martin continued stroking him while sucking him. If Daniel didn't want to be with him, his cock wouldn't be as hard as it was. If he wasn't enjoying being sucked by Martin, his cock wouldn't be throbbing and pulsating in his mouth in the way that it was doing now. If Daniel didn't want to be with him, he would have pushed Martin away but he didn't. In the way that Daniel was more focused by Martin sucking him than he was with their wives licking one another, definitely Daniel was gayer than he was straight. "Neither am I," said Martin briefly removing Daniel's cock from his mouth to speak before reinserting it again. "I'm not gay. I'm bi-sexual. Cum for me Daniel. Cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth," said Martin taking Daniel's cock in his mouth yet again. Dizzy with sexual excitement, Daniel watched Martin stroking and sucking him before speaking again. "No, I'm sorry but I can't. Really I can't. I can't do this. I'd rather not. I'd rather save my cum for when Veronica sucks me and when I fuck your wife," he said. Defiantly, he used the same vulgar language that Martin used when referring to wanting to fuck Emma. Pressing the point, obviously this was Daniel's feeble way to show Martin that he was a straight man and not a gay man. Going along with Daniel's sudden change in not wanting to cum in Martin's mouth, he removed Daniel's cock from his mouth and returned his posture to an upright position. "Being that you've never been with a man and seemingly are bi-sexually curious, I just thought that after I sucked you that you'd want to return the favor and suck me," said Martin. There it was. Martin expected to be sucked. No way. He wasn't doing that. Way too gay for him, it was one thing for a man to suck him but quite another thing for him to suck a man. Never would he give any man a blowjob. That will never happen. Even if he was incarcerated in prison, he'd fight to the death before he sucked another man. "Suck you?" Martin looked up at Daniel and smiled. "Yes, blow me," said Martin holding his stiff cock in his hand while waving it at Daniel. Daniel returned Martin's look before staring down at Martin's engorged prick. With his thoughts of kissing him overruling his sudden urge to punch him, suddenly feeling feebly weak with sexual excitement over the thoughts of sucking Martin, Daniel quivered with sexual excitement with the thought of Martin cumming in his mouth. With his thoughts of Emma sucking him replaced by his thoughts of Veronica sucking him, now his thoughts of Veronica sucking him were replaced by the thoughts of Martin sucking him. "I never had a cock in my mouth. I never sucked a man," he said looking from Martin's cock to look in Martin's eyes. "I'd have to be gay to suck you," he said with a pause, "wouldn't I?" Martin gave him an understanding smile. "Would you like to try?" Martin held his cock in his hand while waving it at Daniel. He looked over at Emma and Veronica still eating one another. "Don't worry about them. They're too busy eating one another to notice us sucking one another's cocks. Go ahead. Give it a try. Take me in your mouth just for a few seconds to see if you like it. If you don't like it, you can just stop. You won't know if you enjoy sucking cock until you try sucking a cock. It will be our little secret. No one will know but us," said Martin moving a couch pillow to cover Daniel's head. Daniel stared at Martin's cock in the way that Emma always stared at his cock before sucking him. "Okay, but just for a few seconds," said Daniel slowly leaning to the side to take Martin's cock in his mouth while Martin hid his head with the pillow. As soon as Daniel took Martin's cock in his mouth, Martin ran his fingers over his bald head in the way that Emma ran her fingers through Veronica's lush hair while being licked. After only having Martin's cock in his mouth for just a few seconds, Daniel pulled away and as soon as he did, Martin put a heavy hand to the back of his head and held him in place in the way that both men have, no doubt, done to so many women. Humping his mouth and fucking his face, it didn't take Martin very long to shoot a load of warm, oozy cum in Daniel's mouth. Martin continued holding his head down until Daniel swallowed all of it. "Oh baby," said Martin kissing Daniel on the mouth as soon as he surfaced for air. "You bastard! You forced me to blow you," said Daniel wiping the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe away Martin's kiss. "I did no such thing. You wanted to suck me. I just encouraged you some," he said with a laugh. "You could have pulled away if you wanted. You wanted to suck me as much as I wanted to suck you and as much as I wanted you to suck me." To be continued...