3 comments/ 9134 views/ 0 favorites Fag Hag By: Amanya We as a species have this obsessive need to label things. To separate ourselves and others into these neat elitists little groups. We start in school with the in crowds the out crowds the nerds the geeks and the others. As we start to look outside ourselves and our sphere of self we notice the world and the groups we have set for the outside world. Rather the groups are by color, race, religion, nationality, or even by sexual orientation. There are labels and sub groupings for it and everything around us and we even define ourselves by the labels of others. You can't fill out a form without the inedible questions to group you rather it's by your sex or race or nationality you will be and are grouped. The label that's taking up my focus right now is the one being screamed at me by my boyfriend. I'm 26 years old I live with my roommate and best friend since fifth grade Sebastian. In high school I was the envy of every girl I knew and those I didn't know hell some of the guys as well. I had this 6'5 250 pound dark hunk to call my own. Though he was mines to call my own I wasn't then and never have been his type. I'm not a dog or anything strawberry blond hair that comes to small of my back big blue eyes and a figure that has turned many a guy's head. We make a striking couple when we appear in public together handsome young and beautiful. Unfortunately I lack the equipment he needs in a partner. See I had the misfortune of being born a girl not a guy. Now this still wouldn't have been a problem if he was at least Bi but he wasn't. No Sebastian is 100% homosexual. I was the first person he came out to. It was hard for me to hear. I had been secretly in love with him for two years since the day we met and he saved me from the bullies like a knight in shining armor. He is still my favorite Prince and I'm his one and only princess. Now don't think just because he's gay that makes him a sissy boy. Bastian doesn't have a famine bone in his body as my soon to be ex was discovering the hard way. Bastian and I dated in high school. He wasn't ready to out himself to his family as of yet so it was in part to keep his secret but in truth we really just enjoy each other's company. We have a lot of the same taste we laugh at the same jokes like the same movies and have the same taste in food. We are more comfortable with each other then with anyone else. In truth I think what we have with each other has spoiled us for anyone else maybe that's why neither of us has ever been in a relationship that has lasted. We are married to each other emotionally and mentally in our hearts and souls. We just don't click sexually. In college after a pretty bad breakup with my latest boyfriend, Bastian was holding me as I cried. I asked him if he ever thought about being with a woman. He said yes but he knew that wasn't an option for him if it was he would be with me. That's when he confessed his love for me. He told me that every time some guy ripped my heart out his heart bled as well. He wished things could be different between us. He told me he wished he could be straight if for no other reason then so he could be with me. Then he kissed me. That kiss rocked my world. His lips were so soft and warm. He tasted like heaven to me. I wanted it to never stop. But it did. Then it was I holding Bastion as he cried. He truly loved me, just that as I said he was gay not even a little Bi. I was just born the wrong sex. After that night in my dorm room with Bastion I stopped trying to date. I was open to finding Mr. Right just no longer actively seeking him. Bastion and I soon moved into an apartment together. We been roommates and sexless lovers ever since. At first Bastion tried to have a true relationship with me but it left us both upset and frustrated so finally we just stopped and accepted what we did have together. Barring the no sex thing what we have is much better then what most people in a true relationship have. We truly enjoy each other's company are considerate of each other's feeling. Sex is just sex but we share true intimacy. That's what most people don't get that sex isn't true intimacy. True intimacy is beyond that it's a meeting of two souls on a higher level beyond the flesh. We walk a tight rope a thin line above the heartache, at any moment we could come crashing down. We never lie to each other because that hurts worse than the truth. When I meet a guy that I could fancy or he does. We tell the other. Then our relationship changes for the duration of the affair to just best friends. When the affair runs its course as affairs do they aren't meant to last that's just the nature of affair were there to comfort each other. See by design or chance our affairs happen at or around the same time he will get a new love interest. Start dating then I will or visa versa. The minute one breaks up so does the other. Then it's back to each other's arms till the next time. Each of us living in fears that what if this is the one "Mr. Right". I know for my part I had dated a couple guys that I could have seen myself falling for. Every time it would get to the point that it was getting to serious I would pull back break it off. Bastion would do the same. I told him I wanted him to be happy to find a man to love. His answer: I date men for sex I have you for love. So if we have such an open loving relationship why is Bastion trying to beat the crap out of my latest ex you might ask? And it would be a very good question. The answer, He had just caught Bastion and I on the couch. Bastion and I as I have stated have a very intimate non sex relationship. We had been cuddling together on the couch, now in my Ex defense if I had walked in and caught him holding a girl the way Bastion was holding me I might have flipped a switch myself. Bastion was on his back with my back to his chest his hand was under my shirt. His other hand was caressing my inner thigh. He had just kissed me when my Boyfriend walked in. Now when I tell you none of this was sexually you're not going to believe me but I'm telling you anyway and it's the truth. We weren't making out it's just the way we are with each other when were alone. My Boyfriend took one look at us and called me slut two timing bitch a whore and a liar. Take your pick at which insult to my person that Bastion had taking offence to but he was now holding my Ex by his throat as he walked him to the door. Tossing him out the way he had come in. "You know that Ex of yours is full of shit considering he himself is married very big of him taking offence to your two timing him." He said this all with a smile on his face and in a very dry voice. I couldn't help myself I had to laugh don't know if it was from his twisted sense of humor or the let down of adrenaline but still it felt good. Bastion sat down beside me rubbing my hair as I calmed down from my bout of merit. "Jess neither of us is getting any younger we can't keep going on like this only dating people we know pose no threat to what we have with each other. I love you with all my heart there isn't any room for any other and it's not fair to us or the men we keep dragging into this mess of ours." He looked me dead into my eyes as he went down on one knee. Jessica Wilson will you do me the honor of becoming my wife. I promise to love you forever even after I die I will still love you I have no doubt that you're the other half of my soul. I know I'm gay but I can't do it anymore I can't watch you go off with other men its eating me up inside I want to be everything to you." I was spoke less here he was giving me everything I had ever dreamed of. But I knew I couldn't accept for his sake as well as for my own. "I want to say yes so bad I can taste it but it would be fair to you or to me it would only be half of a marriage. I know you would do everything in your power to make me happy. But there's one thing I want that no matter how hard you try you can't give me. And one day I would come to resent you for it." Tears were freely falling down his face. "Sounds like you already resent me for it I've tried Jess I don't know why I'm impotent around you if you only knew how bad I long to be able to make love to you like you deserve. I never regretted being Gay. But not being able to fully love you makes me hate myself and my being Gay in ways you will never fully know. If you agree to be my wife I promise I will keep you satisfied in every way possible. I'll make do with my hand happily for the rest of lives as long as I know your mines." If I didn't already love him its times like these that these that would make me fall head over heels in love with him he is such a loving compassionate person he just makes you want to love him. He is the kind of person to give his last meal to a beggar only to starve to death himself and he would do it with a smile no regrets. I knew he truly believed what he was saying and I felt like the worse Bitch on earth to have to tell him no. "Bastion you know how that makes me feels when we give into that. I feel like the lowest slut a rapist a pervert like I'm using you like a living sex toy. Told you never again last time I was sick for three days. And you felt guilty as hell for cause me pain. Even with that said that's not the reason I'm saying no. I want kids Bastion I want a baby my baby not some kid we about but my child growing in my womb and that's the one thing you can never give me." Bastion was smiling though his tears."If that's the only reason you're saying no then you better get to planning a wedding. Cause baby I've already thought of that little hiccup myself and my solution is going to rock your world little girl." I looked at him curiously I didn't dare to hope he had solved his impotency problem or that he was suddenly not Gay. So I waited to see how he planned to give me my dreams. "You love me Jess I know you do. What more could a women ask then to have her children fathered by then man she loves. Baby the equipment works just not the way the two of us needs it to. When I'm with a guy there's no impotency when me and Mr. Hand get together I have no problem producing healthy little swimmers." "Lucky for us it doesn't need to work to get you pregnant as evidenced by the little tube sitting on deep freeze just waiting to meet your eggs Honey at the lab. I know it's not the most romantic way to make a baby. But our children will still be conceived in love they will be raised in love you're my soul mate and I'm tried of living without you be my wife Jess. I want your face to be the last I see when I close my eyes at night and the first I see when I wake until the day I breathe my last breathe on this earth. My arms are empty without you in them I want to hold you and never have to let you go. No matter how great all that would be having our child Jess our child in our lives would be the icing on the cake I love you I could only just love or children more please put us both of our misery and say you will have me." After that speech how could I deny him what we both truly wanted? I said yes. I won't bore you with the details we had a lovely wedding and both our families were truly happy my parents were in love with him already. His parents had been ok with him being Gay but still since he was an only child they were happy to see him tie the knot with a "women". We had my required appointment with the Doctor before the wedding. And it bared the fruit I was pregnant with quads. I was a little scared I wanted a baby not four. But all in all we were taking things easy it all seemed so prefect. The wedding was all I dreamed it to be. We honeymooned in the island I had always been interested in voodoo and as a wedding gift to me Bastion had arranged for me to see it firsthand. The islands were beautiful. But the last day of our honeymoon I went for a walk without Bastion. I was walking in a part of Haiti not designed for the tourist I was drawn to a little shop. Inside was a beautiful lady dressed in flowing white and she welcomed me with a smile and these words: You feel you were born in skin not your own and it has kept you from attaining true happiness with the other half of your soul. Things right now are happy and your soul is at peace but a time is coming when you will feel the heart ripped from your chest and when that times comes you Dearie will have to make a choice about what matters most to you in this world and if your love is strong enough to give up all that you know and have in this world forever to correct the mistakes of your birth. Know this everything in life happens for a reason you were born a female for a reason. And you will remain so until the day you die. But Death isn't always an ending it's just the end of one journey and a beginning of another. When the dark days come hold on to this truth and your love and you will find the strength you need to see this though take this everything you need is in here you will know the time to open it. She handed me a small wrapped parcel. I looked down at it when I looked back up to thank her she and the shop was gone. Her words and even more so her words shook me to my core with fear I hurried back to Bastion. We returned home to our new house and lives and in the beginning it was a like a dream I had all I could have ever asked for a rich loving hansom husband I was carrying our children. What more could a body ask for. Then I came home to a scene straight from hell. My nowhere near Bi husband was making love to a woman and loving it. The sight of betrayal pierced me though the heart killing me with the pain of it. I turned to flee the scene but 8 months of pregnant belly unbalanced my agility and I went down hard hitting my stomach on the hard unyielding steps leading down to our skunking living room. No matter how intense the pain that ripped though my swollen belly it could not overcome the pain of my bleeding heart. I could feel my life's blood pouring out of me in gushing waves. I knew I was dying. Around me I could hear Bast calling for help. But I knew it was too late to save me. I told Bast to help me to the bathroom. I had one last task to perform before I breathe my last breath. I knew it was time to open the gift the Lady had giving me not long ago. Bast tried to object saying I shouldn't be moving told him to shut up and carry me that this was to important that I had to be in the bathroom. In the end I think he did it just to feel as if he was helping in any small way. If getting him to take me to the bathroom was hard getting him to leave proved even harder I finally lost my temper and told him I didn't have much time and he was wasting the little I had. He left. I opened the box in there was a note it said: You are dying do as I say as you read you don't have much time. Take the string cover it with your blood. Wrap it around the dolls and say these words. My soul binds to the new body my body isn't my own change the shape of my physical to match the shape of my true destiny as I say so mote it be. So mote it be so mote it be as I said it for the third time everything burst into flames and I breathe my last breathe. Bastion's point of view. The paramedic's had to break through the bathroom door they found Jess laying in a pool of her own blood barely breathing they stabilized her and got her to the hospital I rode in the back of the ambulance with her to the hospital. They rushed her straight to surgery. I had to answer some questions don't know how articulate I was. But it must have been enough because they left me alone to deal with my pain and guilt. How could everything have gone so wrong? I had hired a sex therapist to help me get over my problem so I could be a full husband to my wife. It was suppose to be the ultimate show of love but it had only caused more pain than I could ever with stand. I looked up to see the doctor come into the waiting room. He told me I had four healthy babies that they seemed to have not suffered any ill effects from their premature delivery. Regrettably your wife did not survive I'm so sorry sir. Lucky for me the babies had to stay in the hospital that allowed me to plan my wives' funeral. Watching them lower her into the cold hard ground was the hardest thing I ever had to see. I just wanted her back into my arms I don't know how I was going to live my life without her. I wanted to curl up and die as well but I had to live for our children I was all they had left. I woke up in the morgue naked guts hanging out but strangely I felt no pain. I could see my body but I couldn't feel my body I felt an intense burning throughout my whole being as if I was infused with light. The light blinded me and I couldn't see anything as the light faded I found myself naked and covered in blood laying in a field, I could tell it was night but I had no idea where I was or what time it was I didn't even know what day it was. I slowly began to move my limbs my whole body ache as I took stock in my various pains I started to notice that I was missing some body parts and that others had grown in their place. I looked down at my now flat chest as I raised up I looked down to see a prefect penis nestled between my spread legs. It had worked I was no longer a girl I was a boy. A cold naked boy with no idea of how I was going to get home from here with no clothes or money or with no idea in which direction home even was. I painfully began to make my way I stole some clothes off a clothesline off a house I passed. As I made it to a street I was elated to see that I wasn't far from home. I began to jog in a hurry to get home and see Bast again to see if my Babies had lived. The house was dark no lights. I found the front door unlocked as I entered the house I found the silence eerie and unnerving. I made my way up to Bastion's and my bedroom it was as empty as the rest of the house where could Bastion be? Maybe he was at the hospital. I felt really dirty and grungy so decided to take a shower I reached for my shampoo out of habit but had to laugh at myself as I smelled the very feminine smell of it. I shrugged my shoulders as I used it anyway. I liked the smell. I finished my shower and headed to the bedroom to dress I stopped for a second to take in my new appearance in the mirror I looked like myself only more manly. My hair was still long same Strawberry blond color. My eyes were still blue. I marveled at having an Adams apple and took a second to play with it. I ran my hands down my flat chest it was hairless and smooth. I was still trim at the waist though my hips didn't flare the same way they use to. I turned to look at my butt. I had a nice round bubble butt. I turned back to look at the defining feature of my new manhood my package it was flaccid right now I wondered what size it would be erected. Even flaccid it was pretty impressive. I continued into the bedroom I decided to dress in Bastions clothes. I put on a pair of his form fitting briefs and one of his t-shirts I decided on a pair of my own fuzzy socks for my feet. I headed down to the kitchen to get something to eat. As I was nuking one of my low calorie meals I heard a car pull into the garage. Yes Bastion was home. I ran to the door happy to see him. He looked so tired and sad he didn't get out the car right away he had such an air of sadness about him. It broke my heart to see him in so much pain. I walked to the door and lightly tapped on the window of the car. Bastion looked at me instead of the joy I expected to see on his face his face was infused with angry. I stepped back in fear I couldn't understand why he wasn't happy to see me. "Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house?" That's when it hit me he didn't know who I was or why I was even here. I knew I had to talk fast." The words poured out of my mouth without any conscious thought on my part it was a second before I even knew what I was saying. I was repeating what he had said to me the day he asked me to marry him. Bastion had frozen in place and was just staring at me. I stopped my flow of words and said "Bastion say something it's me Jess I know I look different but it's still me." Fag Hag Sylvester threw his leather jacket across the living room. "Damn it!" Jackie looked up from her book. "What's wrong, bunkie?" Sly sat down heavily on the couch next to his roommate and sighed. "Some of the ass in this town is so fucking far back in the closet that they'd taste like mothballs, even if I could get them out of there." Jackie put her book down. Her gay friend blew up like this pretty much every weekend, after attempting to trawl for some man-love and coming up empty. "This area is so ultra-fundie that I'm more likely to get lynched than laid, Jacks! Why the hell did we move out here?" Sylvester fumed. Well, Jackie had moved to this small town because she had been accepted for a teaching position at the local elementary school. Sly had been rooming with her when she got the assignment, and tagged along. "Sure, let's blow this shithole city," he had said. Sly was a bit of a potty-mouth sometimes, but Jackie loved him. He was her best friend. Some people would call her a "fag hag" for it, but she didn't care. It was like having a girlfriend, except one with a masculine body that she could ogle whenever she wanted. Jackie got up, gave a "stay there" hand signal, and headed to the kitchen. She returned with bottles of rye and cola, and tumblers. "Just what the doctor ordered," she said. Sly accepted the libation with a dour look. "What doctor?" "Why, Doctor Love, of course," replied Jackie. "If you're blitzed out of your mind, you can't feel bad." She thought about it a moment. "Well, until the next morning." Soon the bottle was empty. Jackie was giving Sly a foot rub as he laid back, yammering on about the blonde piece he had chatted up at the bar. "He had a Jude Law thing going on. Slight of build, but lips you could use as a trampoline. God, I'm so fucking horny..." Jackie was pretty much blotto too. HE was horny? She had been so busy with work that she hadn't met anyone even remotely interesting. All the men at work were married, and older than her, besides. She remembered her dildo, waiting for her back in her room, then her eyes fell on Sylvester's crotch. He had a massive bulge in his pants! His eyes were closed, and he was still describing the hottie he had almost hooked up with. Jackie gulped, unable to take her eyes off her gay friend's swelling prominence. "Sly...have you ever...been with a woman?" Jackie asked, continuing the foot rub but not taking her eyes off his crotch. "Oh, fuck no, sweetie. Too...round, and certainly not enough muscles for my liking. Mmm..." He was enjoying the foot rub, eyes still closed, and his bulge got bigger. So did Jackie's eyes. "Wait here..." Jackie took off to her room, leaving Sylvester lying there, too drunk to do much else. A couple minutes later she raced back across the living room into Sly's bedroom, something tucked under her arm. There were sounds of drawers and closets opening and closing. When she returned, Sly was almost asleep. "Hey, man, do I know you?" Sly started awake at hearing the deliberately deep voice. He blinked a couple times, then managed to focus on the figure in front of him. He started to laugh: "Ha ha heeeeh!! What the fuck ya doin', Jacks?" Jackie was dressed in a pair of Sylvester's jeans, t-shirt and boots, her long dirty-blonde hair tucked under a baseball cap. She had used the dimmer on the lights, and that, combined with her athletic form, obtained from daily morning runs and afternoon weight training, allowed her to almost pass for a man. Almost. She had purposely worn one of Sly's baggier t-shirts in order to hide her breasts, which, while not large, would certainly shatter the illusion. "Feel this, cowboy..." Jackie drawled deeply, grabbed Sly's hand and moved it to her crotch. He started, unbelieving, as he felt cock under his fingers. "What the fuck--?" Jackie pushed him back and undid his zipper, still keeping her voice low. "Keep telling me about the guy at the bar." She had his cock out now, and marveled at its size: 8 inches long, and thick; bigger than anything she'd had in a while. "Jacks, I don't think..." "Sshh...the guy..." She engulfed his dick with her mouth. Sylvester lay back and closed his eyes. "Uh...his name was Bill, I think, or was it Bob? Um...he works at the steel mill. He was small, but wiry. Nice definition in his arms." He reached over and felt the muscles in Jackie's arms. She really did have some nice muscle tone. Kind of like a guy... "Ohh...I'm giving you just a half-hour to stop that, shweetie." He slurred and smiled, laying back and continuing to describe his recent would-be-beau, superimposing his form onto his best friend in the dim light and his drunken mind. Jackie's mouth started to get tired. She stood up, and unzipped her borrowed pants. "You want some of this in your ass, cowboy?" Sylvester finally understood: she was wearing a strap-on rubber dildo! He snickered. "Sorry, hon, but I'm the bull, not the bitch. I like giving it, but I do give a 'reacharound' for my pincushion." She pulled down her pants a bit and got on her hands and knees in front of him on the couch. Because she had only pulled the pants down a little, he could only see her shapely ass and not her cunt. The illusion held up. His erection didn't flag at all. "An ass is an ass, right?" She growled. "C'mere, stud..." She wiggled her tush and tossed him a foil-wrapped condom. "Just a sec..." He said, getting up and going over to the light switch, dimming them even more. Now she (he!) really did look like Bob (or was it Barry?) from the bar. He shucked his trousers, put on the lubricated condom and got behind her (him!). He poked his finger at her anus a little. Too tight. "This a virgin hole, hon? I'll be gentle." He stuck his thumb in his mouth, lubing it up as best he could, then pressed the thick digit at her puckered orifice. He could hear her gasp from discomfort as his insistent pushing finally made some headway. Soon his thumb was able to go in and out without too much difficulty. There was not much more he could do. There would have to be some stretching. Luckily there was lubrication on the condom or this would really hurt, he thought. He put the tip of his penis at her asshole, pulled his thumb out and pushed his dick in before it closed up. She gasped in pain at the sudden, larger intrusion. He held himself still, then pushed a little more. Jackie's was still facing away from him, her features pressed into the arm of the couch, but in his mind's eye he could see her face, all scrunched up in pain. He started to lose his erection. The shrinking of his penis actually helped to get more of his cock inside her ass, and she was no longer in so much pain. She looked back at him. "C'mon, man, give it to me," she drawled in that low voice. "And don't forget the reacharound." Heh. He pushed back into her (him!), eventually bottoming out, and he bent over to reach around for the dildo (dick!). It actually felt pretty flesh-like, and the familiar feel brought life back to his stiffy. Jackie's ass felt like it was on fire! She had wanted to help her friend, and maybe find some sort of release for herself, but she was NOT enjoying her first anal penetration -- not at all! She just hoped he would finish soon and she could get some dildo time back in her room. Sylvester continued playing with Jackie's fake strap-on, and as he became more excited his drunken hand movements became more energetic. Due to the angle she had to keep her ass at in order to hide her pussy, the vibrations he was causing went up the shaft of the fake penis and right into her clitoris. It started to feel good! Sly was getting a really good rhythm going when Jackie (Barry! Brad?) started to thrust her pelvis forward to get better stimulation from the shaft of the dildo. He started having trouble keeping the rhythm, and then slipped out. "I got it...I got it..." Jackie reached back underneath her and grabbed his cock. She pushed back, but by reaching down she had adjusted the angle of her pelvis and this time his cock entered her wet cunt. Immediately all the pain in her ass was forgotten. She had a cock in her pussy, finally, and it felt so good! Sly, not realizing the change in venue due to how dark it was, and never having had sex with a woman before, grabbed her hips and started to pound her hard. All Sly knew was that it felt good. He closed his eyes and fantasized about the guy he had almost won over tonight, grunting underneath him. Jackie was grunting hard. Her orgasm was building as she pushed back against her gay lover. Oh fuck, oh yes, fuck me! All of a sudden both of them felt something...change. Their connection felt warmer, with greater friction. It felt ten times better than it had a moment ago, and the sudden difference sent them both over the edge. "Ouhhh! Fuck!!" Sly yelled, as his orgasm exploded behind his eyeballs, then rocketed down his spine to his crotch as his testicles pulled up as tight as they could to his body, giving up their jam-packed contents. He rammed into her hard, again and again, as the sperm-filled semen shot up his dick and out the tip with incredible force. Jackie screamed: "YES! OH FUCK YES! OH GOD! UHHH! AHHHH!" She thrust herself back at him as she felt his dick swell within her. She felt an expanding warmth deep within, and it intensified her orgasm as her insides churned, pulling and sucking on his spurting cock. Finally they were spent. He pulled out of her with a wet sound. Warm liquid started to roll down her leg. "Uh? Sly, what--?" Jackie rolled into a sitting position and felt at her thighs. Semen! Sylvester looked at the remains of the devastated condom barely hanging on to his cock. "Oh, shit. What kind of condom was that, Jacks?" "Ultra-thin. Only kind I use. What the fuck?" "You can't use those for anal sex, girl! You need the extra-thick ones. Well, good thing it was just your ass, huh?" He looked down at the thick white liquid as it dripped out of her vaginal hole. "Uhhhh......HOLY FUCK!" Nine months later she and her new "husband" gave birth to a baby boy, although the two of them had waffled between Billy, Bobby, Barry, and Brad before finally deciding to name the boy Brett. It felt right, Sylvester said. It sure did. Fag Hag "Jess is dead I buried her today I don't know who you are but if you don't leave I'm going to call the cops. I don't know what game your playing young man but I don't find it funny at all it's in very poor taste." I was in shock I didn't know how I was ever going to convince him it was me. I had no choice but to try. "Bast I swear it's me Jess ask me anything and I will prove it to you. I have nowhere else to go this is my home I have returned to you." "Ok you want a question how is my dead wife back from the grave and more over how did she become a he." "I'll tell you but I don't know how much you will believe, it happened to me and I don't know if I believe it myself. But first before we start I have to know the babies are they alright?" "Yes they are I've just come from the hospital sitting with them I should be able to bring them home in a couple of days." "You don't know how happy I am to hear that they are ok thank you. Can we go have a sit in the kitchen I've had a rough couple of days and I'm not at full strength as of yet?" he nodded his consent and we headed to the kitchen where I told him the story of the lady in Haiti's on our honeymoon followed by the spell I did in the bathroom. I told him everything that happened since I woke up finishing with us sitting in the kitchen. He was quiet as a mouse the whole time his face giving away nothing. As I brought my story to a close I waited for his response. He looked me in the eyes "I don't know why I believe you I don't know if it's my desire to have Jess back or what I'm feeling are real but I find myself wanting to believe you're crazy story. I feel your soul Jess I can see you in your eyes" I had my husband back 4 beautifully babies and needless to say my sex life is now great I'm in the body I was meant to be in I'm happy and all is right with the world. ================THE END============== Fag Hags' Outing She was a friend, a good friend and wife of a mate. She had wanted to go out for the night and do ‘something wild’ for absolutely ages and had driven us all mad with her constant whinging about it. Mick her husband wasn’t interested and as my wife was working the 4 to 12 shift, I agreed to take her to a couple of night spots where she’d see some ‘wild’ things. They were gay locals where my wife and I frequently went and where we both enjoyed meeting casual partners as well as many friends. She arrived at our house at 6:30 as arranged, we were to get a taxi into town and my wife would pick us up around 1am from the club, Connies. Dawn was dressed in what Mick called her slut outfit, see-through top, tiny black bra clearly visible, short dress and heels. I made her remove her knickers before we even left the house. “You want to be wild! Get em off.” I commanded. To my surprise she did and so we got into the taxi with this usually quiet married mother of three barely clothed and clearly as randy as anyone I’d met. She kept rubbing against me and whispering sweet nothings and snogging telling me how much she needed something really dirty to satisfy her tonight. I pashed with her a bit and groped her soft tits and long nipples fingered her soaking pussy even before we got to the club. We went to a pub first, a gay pub and had a couple of drinks. Dawn was goggling at the range of gorgeous men and kept saying how she wished they’d just decide to do her for the night. She soon needed a pee and made her way to the toilets. I was approached by a big man with a lovely moustache and began yarning hoping for a quick hard fuck when she returned, flushed and clearly excited. “They were fucking in the toilets.” She blurted out. I almost was I thought. “Who were?” I asked, “Two women, I heard their groans and stood on the loo to look over the partition and one was on her knees sucking the other off!” The hunk I’d been talking too had moved off so we finished our drinks and lead Dawn off to Connies. It’s only a couple of hundred meters from the pub so we walked through the dark gardens my arm around her groping her tits and biting her neck. We got in with no trouble it wasn’t crowded as yet although the smoke machine made it its’ usual gloomy self. I guided her around to the side bar where we could look down on the dance floor from behind a glass brick bar. There were stools there and as it wasn’t too late we found stools to perch on. I bought a couple of ‘red fuckers’ my own invention. Vodka, Bacardi, Gin, Grenadine on ice topped up with lemonade over ice. Sweet and potent. Three of these and Dawn was a mess, she was slurring and mauling me. I had missed out on a number of men as she’d scared them off, so I sent her to the loo when I caught the eye of the next man to show interest. While she was away I got him to come over and explained she was just a drunken fag hag and I needed some action. He smiled and said to get some drinks in and he’d see what he could do. Dawn returned to find another Red Fucker waiting and a man standing close to me. She took her seat and turned to me to see me pulling on a large hard cock. It was really dark in colour and about 9” long, I could barely get my hand around it and it was drooling. She just about screamed but continued to watch as I bent down and licked the head of it. “On your knees slut. Suck me to the balls.” He demanded Dawn groaned or growled I’m not sure which. I slipped off my seat and knelt with my back against the glass brick bar so that he could move in front of me and let me suck him off. Dawn had a perfect view and didn’t take her eyes off the action for the entire time it took for me to deep throat him to orgasm. When he’d cum he pulled out and zipped up as I stood up grinning. Dawn was agog. I leant across and kissed her on the lips, delving deep with my tongue as I groped her sopping pussy and let his cum dribble into her mouth. She seemed in a trance and even though I knew from her husband always complained that she never took cum in her mouth she swallowed. I next deftly undid her bra and removed it before throwing it into the middle of the dance floor. She still just stared at me. I wrenched her top apart sending buttons flying and exposing her slightly saggy tits. Her large almost black areolas and nipples were crinkled up in excitement. I grasped her nipples and she merely groaned when I twisted and pulled on them thrusting them forward to allow me greater access. I kissed her deeply and trailed bites and sucking down her neck and across her tits to her nipples which I bit into hard, pulling back to lift each tit in turn before letting it flop back against her ribs. There were men and women all around us but most just watched the show we provided or continued with their own groups. I leant next to her and told her to stand leaning on the bar pushing her around so that she had her back to me. She did and I lifted her short skirt to reveal her arse and pussy to anyone interested. She arched her hips to give me better access and I looked at her gaping pussy for the first time. Here in a public place surrounded by onlookers Dawn offered herself to me. I was tempted to get someone else to fuck her first but my cock thought for me and I stepped up and pushed my cock straight into her sloppy hole. She groaned and humped back, groaning and cumming within a just few seconds. I ground my cock as deep as I could, but there wasn’t much sensation as she was so wet and open. I pulled out and tucked my cock away. “You stay just like that you little slut.” I said slapped her arse and made my way to the men’s nodding to a couple of men to indicate they could take my place. Inside the loo there was a cue at the urinals with many lovely cocks being displayed. I waited for a few minutes watching the various cocks being displayed then, luckily a booth door opened and I was straight in there. I was really after some cock but needed a piss. Through the glory hole I could see a couple fucking as I had a piss and was enjoying the action when a hand came through the hole in the opposite wall and stroked my thigh. I turned and pushed my cock through to immediately feel a hot mouth suck me down to the balls. I allowed him to suck me for a few minutes before pulling out and taking my aching cock back into the club forced into my trousers but with the fly open. As I approached the bar I saw one of the men I’d nodded to humping behind Dawn. He was clearly enjoying her compliance and as I got along side them I heard him groan and lift her off her feet almost hurling her across the bar as he buried himself in her fully and emptied his balls. Christ he was enormous, I was jealous she’d got it in her instead of me. Dawn was scarlet in the face, panting raggedly and sweat was pouring off her. The man fucking her pulled out and I looked at her exposed arse and fanny to see semen running out of her and down her legs as far as her heels. I pushed four fingers into her pussy and my thumb easily entered into her arse. I knew she’d taken anal years before but wouldn’t let Mick near her arse so was somewhat surprised at her allowing me to doubly invade her. “You have been used haven’t you?” I whispered into her ear. She just nodded. “In all your holes?” I asked She shook her head. What hasn’t been used?” I asked. She turned to face me and opened her mouth poking her tongue out before grabbing me behind my head and kissing me forcibly. She released me and growled, “I haven’t sucked yet! The first raped my arse you bastard and then two fucked my cunt.” “Well you know the position, you watched me swallow. It’s only fair for you to do the same.” She slipped to her knees and pulled out my still hard cock which was straining against the cloth. She just engulfed it in one go. I pushed it down her throat and fucked her as deep as I could. Her head was forced back against the bar and I held her by her ears so she had to take it. She was spluttering and choking but not resisting at all as I fucked her throat, her first deep throat action I believe and she valiantly kept with me until I pumped my load into her gullet. She rose leaving my cock hard a waving in the breeze. “Now I’ve had everything fucked!” she bragged and turned to watch the dance floor once again. We stayed about another half an hour, wanking each other gently until we’d both cum once more before it was time to go. As we walked, well I walked she staggered down the steps out of the place the doorman smiled, “Quite a show you two put on!” We walked around the back of the club via a dark lane to the car park where my wife would be waiting. I almost had to hold Dawn up but we made it to find the car and I pushed Dawn across the back seat. Her skirt rose up and her torn top and love bites clearly showed she’d had her ‘wild time’. “Mick will go mad!” My wife exclaimed. “Well he did say she could have a wild time.” I replied. We dr9ove Dawn home and helped her inside. Mick did not appear impressed as we dropped her across the bed. *** Apparently Mick tore Dawns clothing from her and fucked every orifice she had only stopping when the children woke around six in the morning and began banging on the bedroom door asking why Mummy was moaning. Micks’ fist in her very sore pussy and cock in her arse at the same time was the honest answer but they said she was a little worse for wear. Since that night Mick and Dawn have allowed each other a far more liberal approach to expressing their individual sexuality and Dawn now sucks swallows and takes it up the arse. She just didn’t realise what she was missing.