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Jackie Oh

By: Lola49



Jackie arrived on time to meet her date. She looked chic in her knee length black chiffon dress and five inch Italian stilettos. She wore her hair down unlike the first time they met. She had met Ben at Starbucks, and thought he was cute not knowing the lingo to order her an Iced Quad Venti Non-Fat Caramel Macchiato. Which he offered to replace after knocking hers over reaching for his espresso. She assisted him in ordering the drink and they exchanged numbers.

After weeks of talking on the phone they wanted to take things to the next level so they decided on a formal date. The place of the date was in the restaurant of a five star hotel on the outskirts of town. 

They shared a glass of wine and made small talk at the bar waiting for their table. Jackie tried to ease Ben into an evening of pleasure.

Ben was naturally quiet and having been burned on several online dates was weary; divorced for five years he had difficulty meeting women.

Jackie noticed his shyness and led the conversation. After they shared small talk and a few more glasses of wine at the bar, she thought perhaps skipping dinner and moving on to getting down and dirty in room 416 would be better. They could always order room service later.

It started with soft kisses on the face and lips as their hands explored the contours of each others bodies. 

She pushed him toward the chair next to the window in the room. Then she sat on his lap and pressed her body on top of his. 

As she undulated on his lap she teased him with the warm wetness of her sans panties crotch. Ben feared he would ejaculate there in the chair as the heat of her body seeped through his trousers exciting his throbbing penis. 

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Jackie cooed knowing it had been a while for him. 

He grunted "yes" between kisses.

After a few moments of kissing and grinding Ben stood up lifting Jackie as her legs clasped around his buttocks he carried her to the bed. He undressed her swiftly as she did the same for him.

Once they were naked, Ben grasped her hips and guided himself into position. Then he pinned her to the bed and fucked her hard.

It had been awhile for Jackie too and the pain and pleasure he gave her body was amazing. She moaned as Ben thrust deep inside her.

"Don't rush it." Jackie moaned. 

As she relaxed her body to accept Ben's flesh, her legs trembled and she could feel her nectar ooze onto his penis. She was close to an orgasm, the wild movements of her hips were a telling sign.

Even though Ben knew he made her cum several times; his lust was not satisfied and he was not finished tapping her ass yet. She kept fucking back at him using her pussy muscles to try and milk him dry.

When Jackie had enough she spread her legs wide open inviting him to push deeper and harder inside her; she moved a hand down to his tensed balls and gently caressed them. 

"Cum for me!" Jackie urged softly in his ear. 

The sensations of her oral command brought him to climax, with a stifled gasp. He felt his entire body tighten as his orgasm erupted. He gently nibbled her lower lip, before he slipped his tongue into her mouth. 

As the spasms subsided he rolled off and slowly settled himself back onto the bed holding her in his arms before drifting off to sleep.

Fin

Jackie, Oh!



JACKIE, OH!

"My name's Emmanuel. I'm the crew chief." The bald tough guy said with a Greek accent, chomping an unlit, spittle-stained cheroot, and extending his hand to shake. It felt greasy and sweaty.

"I'm Justin," I said meekly. "Justin Landos." I was sixteen, unwillingly working my first paying job in the summer of 1963 for a friend of my uncle.

"The owner is Mr. Onassis," explained Emmanuel. "But you don't never talk to him directly. He's been known to fire kids on their first day out at sea."

The yacht was like nothing I had ever seen before. Sailboats, catamarans, and cabin cruisers paled in the glow of Ari's yacht, which was more aptly described as a small ocean liner with state rooms, a dining room, upper and lower sun decks, and a swimming pool. 

I joined the rich man's summer cruise in South Norwalk and we would go around Long Island, stopping in the Hamptons, and disembark in Newport after a week.

"We got guests comin'," Emmanuel announced somewhat ominously. "Don't know who yet. It's all hush-hush." 

I just nodded, as the crew chief told his tales. 

"The boss's old girlfriend is the big-nosed opera singer, Maria. Ugly as a goat, but she fucks like a French whore. The old man and her would boink for days on end. I think he lost interest in the diva when she got divorced. Aristotle Onassis enjoys screwin' another man's wife."

Emmanuel showed me the kitchen area where I would be spending half my time, basically washing dishes, busing tables, carrying stuff, and mopping the floors. The other half of my day would be in the mechanic's shed, waiting for something to break and then bringing the toolbox to Emmanuel so that he could fix it. 

Simple job—if I don't get seasick or fall overboard and drown. At the end of the summer, I'll have enough money to buy my first car. I have my eye on a '57 Chevy.

"His current girlfriend is a super cunt." Emmanuel gestured toward the largest state room. "She bangs the old man all night. Then when he goes ashore, she grabs one of the colored boys in my crew." 

Emmanuel made a pumping motion with his fist. 

"She's married to a prince or somethin'. He must be a dickless weakling."

Just as we as we walked past the state room door, it swung open. With a breeze of haughty refinement, a long blonde haired, skeletally thin woman stepped out. She smiled at us, but I saw something scary in her expression.

"Good mornin', Princess Lee," Emmanuel fawned over her, only moments after calling her a dirty slut.

"Good morning, Manny," she spoke in a refined aristocratic accent, a bit like Audrey Hepburn. "And who is this handsome young fellow?" She looked at me and removed her big-eyed sunglasses, as if to see me better. 

"Justin, ma'am," I stammered. I went clammy upon realizing who she was. 

The President's sister extended her hand to me. I let her clutch my hand with her thin fingers. They were bony. She didn't let go for a long few moments. She was the First Lady's sister.

Princess Lee went into the dining room, where she joined the boss, Ari, for breakfast. The Hellenic tycoon was short and unimpressive looking, as far as I was concerned. 

I had already launched my teenaged fantasy, fucking the skinny nympho princess in my head. 

Then Emmanuel put me to work cleaning fish. I had never so much as unwrapped a fresh cut piece of fish from the grocery store let alone cut off the head, scraped the scales, gouged out the guts, and whittled away the bony frame. There was a huge stinking pile of ocean cod in front of me. It took me all day. I swear I'll never eat a fish stick again. 

In the evening, just before dinner, Emmanuel ordered me to go down to the hold, shower, and get cleaned up. I had an hour off before joining the kitchen staff, all of whom were Jamaican and really cool guys. 

We sang together—Jimmy Soul's "If you want to be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife." 

The yacht cast off to Westport and one of the cooks, Leander, said we were going to pick up the surprise guest, probably a movie star. I wondered who it could be, knowing a few celebs lived in Connecticut, like Bette Davis and Paul Newman. We were way off the mark.

First, two Secret Service men in three-piece suits ran a sweep through the boat. Then two more agents, accompanied by a state trooper, started checking everyone's ID. I was nervous, since I didn't even have a driver's license yet. All I had was my work permit, no picture ID, and my Social Security card. 

"I'll be goddamned," swore Leander, who spied her first.

She was wearing a headscarf, bulky knit sweater, and dark glasses even though it was midnight. I lost my breath and my heart stopped beating as the most beautiful woman in the world walked briskly past me, near enough for me to smell her perfume. 

In the wake of the First Lady, the glamorous and brilliant Jacqueline, my knees went limp and my virgin pecker stiffened.

I heard Emmanuel's voice, "Welcome, Mrs. Kennedy. Mr. Onassis and Princess Lee are on the foredeck."

In her soft measured tones, Jackie spoke, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm really rather tired. If you would be so kind as to show me to my cabin..." 

Emmanuel snapped his finger and gestured to me. "Justin, show Mrs. Kennedy to her state room."

I stumbled over my own feet and felt a tug on my arm. 

"Dumbbell, take her bags!" Leander told me and the Secret Service agents showed me two suitcases and a cosmetic case to tote. 

I clambered behind as Manny ushered her into the room, put down the baggage, and caught suspicious glares from the Queen's Guardsmen. 

I said "Goodnight, ma'am" and Jackie replied in kind, but looked right through me. I was crushed as I left the room.

I retired to my bunk below decks not long after. I knew from listening to the news that Jackie had just had a baby who lived only a couple of days. 

On TV we saw the President at the baby's funeral. Jackie was too ill or sad to go, according to my mother and aunts. Jackie had four children and two of them died. I felt badly for her. 

I went to sleep listening to my transistor radio with my earplugs. Candy Girl by the Four Seasons was playing. "Yes, she is so divine." 

The next morning, I watched as the Secret Service creeps positioned themselves around the boat, watching Jackie, but not talking or interacting with her at all. She spent the morning with her sister, Lee, and the old fart, Onassis, joined them for lunch. Next they retired for a siesta and the crew relaxed, looking forward to an easy afternoon. 

I was in the mechanic's shed when Leander poked his head in the doorway. "Psst, Justy!"

"What's up, man?" I asked. 

"Let's do some peepin'," he said, rapidly waving his long-fingered hand.

I followed Leander up to the room next to the captain's state room. It was luxuriously furnished, but unoccupied. There we sat on two chairs facing the wall. He leaned forward and pressed his ear to the wall and squinted with one eye closed. He laughed softly and told me to do the same. 

I found the pinhole and listened. There came the sound of bedposts thumping, bedsprings squeaking, grunting, moaning, and sighing to accompany the sight of short-legged Ari pounding his pork into the princess's vortex, her scrawny legs kicking skyward. It went on and on—an endless fuck.

"If you wanna jerk off, go head," Leander suggested.

"That's okay," I said, even though I wanted to do it. 

I planned on whacking off at bedtime with the radio. The Tymes have a nice rhythm for masturbation, "As we stroll along together, holding hands, walking all alone." 

When Onassis and sister Lee finished fucking, we cleared out of the vacant room next door. Moments later, we were surprised when Jackie appeared on the aft deck wearing a black two-piece bikini. She stretched out on one of the deck chairs and cast her gaze in my direction. She gave me a slight wave and I choked on a lump in my throat.

As I approached, she asked, "Do you think you could get me something to drink, young man?"

"Anything!" I said awkwardly.

"A cola?" she sang in her sweet whisper. 

I ran to the kitchen, opened a bottle of coke, filled a tall glass with ice, poured in the soda, and put it on a silver dinner tray. I spilled half of it on the way back outside. Jackie laughed as she thanked me and opened a pack of cigarettes. The First Lady held a filter-tipped menthol between her lips and looked up at me, not speaking a word.

"Well?" she finally said, pretending annoyance.

"Oh, uh, just a minute," I stuttered and dashed back to the kitchen. 

I found Leander. "I need a match, man." 

He laughed, tore one puny matchstick from a pack, and held it in front of my face. 

"Don't get cute," I complained. "It's for Jackie."

Howling, Leander taunted me. "Oh, it's for Jackie. Well, then, brother, take the whole damn pack."

If I had been wearing swim trunks, the President's wife would have seen my adolescent erection poking from my crotch as I struck the flame, lighted her cigarette, and watched her inhale three deep drags of smoke before letting out a breath. I blew out the match and she looked up at me. She reposed in the chair and squinted from the smoke and sunlight. 

"Tell me your name, young man," she said to my delight.

"Justin Landos," I answered sheepishly.

"Do you like working for Mr. Onassis?"

"I just started," I replied. "It's only a summer job. I go to Staples High School in Westport."

She beckoned me to sit. Jackie was not a typical white lady by any means. She was black haired, tan skinned, and sultry with full lips, arched eyebrows, and high cheekbones. Her breasts were small orbs, but her legs were long and muscular and there was not a stitch of fat on her belly, hips, and thighs. 

JFK, the Caesar of the American empire had a dark goddess sitting alongside him on his throne. 

The last thing I wanted to do was ask Jackie about her lost child, but I couldn't get the little baby off my mind because I knew she was in pain. This vacation was to recuperate. However, as a naïve teenager with no experience in life, there was nothing I could do to help her. 

So, instead, I asked her what she thought about this summer's planned March on Washington.

"I'm so proud of my husband's stand on civil rights." She looked determinedly at me. "But Jack's worried about violence if they go ahead with the march." 

I didn't mean to argue, but nevertheless I countered, "But Dr. King believes in nonviolence."

The President's Lady smiled and gently rebuked me. 

"He's not worried about violence on the part of the marchers, Justin. He's afraid of violence against them, like the Freedom Riders, or on the campus of Old Miss, or turning the fire hoses on the children in Birmingham." 

Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy paused to puff on her cigarette, then continued. "Do you realize my husband, the president, receives death threats every day?" 

"That's scary." I was quite shocked. Who would dare to try to kill the president?

While we chatted I was enraptured with every inch of her femininity as I breathed in her pheromones. I always admired her from afar. Now I fell in love with Jackie in the most corpulent, physical sense. I craved her sexually and I ached inside and out. 

Before long, Emmanuel found me and shooed me off to work. He apologized to Jackie while she bade me a friendly farewell. 

At dinner, I poured water and cleared while Leander served a sumptuous three- course meal that the First Lady just picked at and left mostly untouched. There was a lively banter between Leander and Princess Radziwill, which could only be described as flirting. 

All the while, Jackie smiled and caught my eye every time I gazed at her. Alas, I thought it was just my imagination. 

Jacqueline, Lee, and Ari retired to the aft deck for drinks. That was the first time one of the Secret Service guardians approached Jackie in a frenzy, holding a walkie-talkie sort of device, saying the president was on the line. 

To my shock, I heard an angry version of the Grand Dame's voice snap, "I do not want to speak to him, Mr. Hill."

Below decks, I showered, changed, and made ready to climb into my bunk when Emmanuel bellowed my name over the intercom: "Justin, report to the captain's galley. Justin!"

I pulled on a shirt and slacks and headed to the upper level.

"Mrs. Kennedy needs somethin'." Manny informed me, "She asked for you by name."

Nervous, I hurried to her state room and tapped at the door. She opened it and smiled broadly, showing her deep dimples, brilliant teeth, and beautifully arched brows. 

"Could you do me a favor, Justin?" she asked conspiratorially.

"Anything," I responded haltingly. She was intoxicating me with her aura. She was wearing a plain cloth robe and her usually perfectly done hair was hanging wet and straight at her shoulders.

"Go find some crackers, cookies, and candies from the kitchen," she said with a little girlish giggle. "And pour me another glass of that icy cold cola."

I scurried off and returned with a tray full of snack food for Milady. I knocked, she beckoned, and I opened the door. However, before I could step inside, Mr. Hill and a second gargoyle yanked me by the collar, threw me against the wall, and frisked me. I swear Hill deliberately squeezed my balls. 

I was mum, too frightened to resist, but Jacqueline sighed, "Gentleman, really! He's just a cabin boy."

She was sitting up in bed, still wearing the bathrobe, with the sheets pulled up to her waist. Jackie made a patting gesture with her palms and I placed the tray on the bed. 

She repeated the hand gesture and I understood I was to sit down on the bed. I was too shy to speak, though I reveled in the scent of tobacco, cologne, shampoo, and clean silk bed linens as the world's most famous political wife snarfed saltines, sandwich cookies, chocolate chips, and sugary coke. 

"This is so good," she mumbled with her mouth full. "I'm sick to death of haute cuisine." 

Then she hiccupped, followed by a laugh and a burp with deep vibrato. She threw her head back and roared a louder laugh, then let her hand fall on my leg. She kept it there, no more than an inch from my crotch.

As the noblewoman she was, Jackie directed me to remove the tray, put it on the nightstand, and douse the lights. When I rose to carry out her commands, she took off her robe and held it out for me to take. 

Although she pulled up the sheet and covered her body up to her neckline, I could tell Jackie was naked. I didn't know what to do with the robe. I wanted to sniff it and taste her flavor. 

She told me in a husky whisper, "Just leave it on the floor." Then the woman who accompanied Jack Kennedy to Paris extended her arm from beneath the bed sheet, revealing the dark dot of a nipple, and beckoned me, "Come."

I let her take hold of my hand and pull me toward the bed as she sat upright. I drank in the sheer beauty of her smallish breasts, smooth tummy, and dark triangle of Venus.

She laughed again. "Take off your clothes, silly boy!"

I was shaking with what felt like a terminal case of the jitters, but, by the time I dropped my underpants, my excitation was hard as granite. I tried not to lunge as I planted one knee and then the other on the bed. 

She welcomed me by wrapping her fingers around my penis and purring, "Oh, what a nice, strong, young boy you are."

I was still trembling and my chest heaved like I had just run a fifty-yard dash.

"Don't be nervous." I heard her syrupy sweet voice and felt her hands caressing my boy's tool. 

"I feel bad about the president, your husband," I blurted out. "I really admire him."

"Don't feel guilty about Jack." Another laugh rolled from her elegant throat. "I can play his game. Revenge is best served hot." 

Then she put her luscious lips on the tip of my penis. In response, I spurted white goo all over the bed.

"I'm sorry," I said hoarsely. I was ready to cry till she kissed me softly on the cheek, then roughly on the mouth. Her tongue fluttered delightfully over my lips.

"Are you a virgin, Justin?" she asked, taking my hands and placing one on each of her pointy tipped breasts, pressing the back of my hands to stimulate me to squeeze her pretty tits in rhythm.

"Yes, I mean no." I lied and confessed. 

I had felt up five or six girls, and so I knew they got pleasure from it as well as boys. I fingered one girl a few times and received a blow job from an older teenaged cousin, who was bored and horny and engaged to a guy from Greece she never met and didn't love.

"I don't know how to ... you know ... really do it to a girl." 

"Well, young man," she measured her words playfully. "The first thing is to do it with a girl, not to her." 

Jackie wiggled beneath me and directed my attention below her waist, suggestively spreading her thighs. 

"You have to get acquainted with her before making love to her."

I lowered my head to her wiry bush and began to lick her. I tasted and smelled the goddess, Aphrodite.

Jackie tapped the back of my neck. "Justin, let me teach you how to do this."

For the nth time on this cruise, I almost cried.

"You're licking my hair, not my kitty." 

With a wiggle, she presented her labia to my lips. 

"Give us a kiss ... There, that's it ... Now taste me with your tongue ... Lick up the juice ... Like it? ... Okay, now use your tongue on all the moist and fleshy parts." 

I ate the American beauty's cunt until she tensed and bolted in orgasm. A moment later, Jackie guided me onto my back, gobbled up my rubbery cock, and sucked on it with her head bobbing, holding her shock of flaxen hair aside. 

My sex organ grew longer and thicker than it had ever been in my young lifespan. I was more than ready for the Great Lady to wrap me in her arms, bury my rod in her vagina's garden, and fuck me senseless. As we screwed, Jackie and I kissed furiously, drenched in our own perspiration. 

Mid coitus, I worried aloud, "Shouldn't I be wearing a rubber?"

"My gynecologist put me on the new pill," Jackie chortled. "I called it a 'license to fuck.' He's a Navy doctor and was quite shocked at my language." 

There we were, married mother and eighteen-year-old virgin, fornicating and bantering. A moment later, I came to the full realization that I was drilling the cunt of the most famous woman in the civilized world. 

Moreover, the look of ecstasy in her eyes told me she was enjoying it. When I climaxed at last, I shivered, quivered, and babbled, surrendering my virginity amid the most intense orgasm ever and flooding the President's Lady's tubes with my spawn. 

We lay side by side a long time before Jackie told me, "You should go." I felt a pang, but she soothed it with a sweetly affectionate kiss.

The next day was strange. The old toad, Ari, put ashore on Montaug, Long Island, leaving Princess Lee on her own. Leander delivered her breakfast in bed at ten a.m. and left her room five hours later. 

The Jamaican sailor looked worn and haggard. "I think she sprained my peckerwood, brother."

"How many times you bang her?" Emmanuel asked with sincere interest.

Leander shook his head sadly. "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno. She just kept fuckin' and fuckin' and fuckin'..." 

Manny clapped him on the back. "Go get some rest, my boy."

Jackie sunbathed on the upper deck, smoking, reading, and sipping tall glasses of cola that I made for her. 

Not a soul was around. So Jackie took off her bathing suit and sunned herself in the nude. I admired the elegant perfection of her round buttocks. 

She told me to strip and lay with her. I couldn't help myself. I started to kiss and lick her lovely ass. She enjoyed it, first coming in response to my tongue, and then she asked me to put my dick there. It was delicious.

"I love you, Jackie." This time I really did start to cry.




Jackie, Oh!



"No, you don't ... and don't cry, Justy. You love my body." She kissed me and pronounced, "And you love the idea of me."

Midday, however, trouble began. The Secret Service spooks and their infamous portable telephones reappeared. This time President Jack's voice rang with high-pitched anger through the phone and Jackie hollered back at him. 

"I don't care what it looks like ... I'm recuperating, vacationing ... To hell with the press ... No, Aristotle isn't even here." 

The First Lady listened a moment and then said, "The children are fine. Tell John-John and Caroline I'll be home soon."

By dinnertime, the big yacht was steaming for Newport. The government agents on board took over and barked orders to all hands onboard. Jacqueline was packing up and getting ready to jump ship, shortening the cruise by three days. 

At the mooring in Newport, I was shocked but not surprised to see the boyish figure of the Attorney General on the dock.

Jackie was dressed in a scarf and sweater, just as she had worn when she first arrived. She called ashore, cupping her mouth like a megaphone. "Bobby, I need to finish packing."

RFK yelled, "Hurry, would you? We need to take a copter back to Washington tonight."

She waved and said, "I'll get a cabin boy to help me." She clasped me by the hand and pulled me toward her state room. Inside, I saw she was all packed and ready to go. 

The goddess of the mass popular culture of 1963 dropped to her knees and ordered me to pull down my pants. Jackie's farewell gift was a wet, warm, vigorous cock sucking. I came like thunder from Mount Olympus. The First Lady of the Land swallowed every drop of my semen and kissed the tip of my pecker when she was done.

"Thank you for a very nice time," she said somewhat coyly. "You know we can't see one another anymore?" I nodded. She laughed, "Well, have a nice life, Justin." Then we kissed and I savored her taste of tobacco, cologne, and just a hint of erotic sweat.

She was gone and the rest of the summer was uneventful, except for the return of Maria, the opera singer. She replaced the princess as the billionaire's slut and liberally shared her erotic treasures with Leander and other crew mates. However, I steered clear of the screaming harpy, largely because no mere mortal female could equal the first woman I loved. 

I bought my little car, finished high school, went to college, and became an artist. I worked with Andy Warhol, who was Jackie's neighbor on Long Island, and I married a Mashpee Indian who owns tribal land next to Jackie's estate on Cape Cod, but I never met her again. 

I ended my eighteenth summer on Mr. Onassis's yacht, exercising my newly experienced rod to the sexy songbirds, the Ronnettes:

"O since the day I saw you/I have been waiting for you/You know I will adore you/For eternity."



Jackie Pilgrim



Jackie was born in 1899.....Near Clare in Suffolk

Flo was born in 1901...A Cockney Kentish lass

Jackie was my maternal grandfather

Flo my maternal grandmother

Despite my ignorance of their history, I have nothing but warm and cosy memories of them...Darling buds of May memories...

We would visit as children, three or four of us at the time as I recall...catching the starlight express train from Glasgow Central to the Marylebone in London...our idyllic Summer holiday looming like the sun, tapping tiny, impatient feet.

A 50 year old memory rears like a serpent; emerging from our steam-cased carriage, we stepped out into London with my Mother's guffaws ringing in my ears....I must have been looking out of the carriage window as we sped into the City (a predilection I still indulge to excess, given the opportunity) and my face was covered in soot from the steam engine's backdraught...my Mother curled around the platform, speechless with laughter...my Dad joined in ~~~~ my ignorance of the problem and my indignation at their mirth merely served to feed their appetite.

I really can't remember how we travelled from Marylebone to Bexleyheath ...it would have been the late 1950's and who had a car then? ...but, arrive we would; at a gorgeous little Art Deco bungalow nestled into the top of a hill. 

Quaintly Edwardian, it sported stucco rendering and toothed red-brick surrounds with brick arches to the doors and windows. Baby peg clay tiles on the bonnet-hipped roof, with tiny dormers squatted halfway up its slope. Stunning coloured glass panels were set above the transom of the narrow sash windows. The glossy blue front door boasted 13 panels, 4 of which formed a semi-circle of leaded floral red and yellow glass. Mock Queen Anne chimneys with completely beautiful flower-cut pots stood at either end of the ridges, which themselves were ornamented with cock's comb finials. 

Dark blue morning glory scampered all over a trellis at the portico, wallflowers, London pride and chrysanthemum borders softening the edges with a coppiced archway of fruit trees coaxing and beckoning a visit to the back garden.... Grandma Flo would hug us with jowly arms and kiss our heads and faces and haul our unresisting little bodies into the kitchen. She was plump, blousy and Cockney to the core.

Although a child, I was blessed with a photographic memory and snapshot morsels of my childhood are etched like engravings within my brain...I feel at liberty to confidently express them.

We would traipse through to Grandma's kitchen in a little crocodile, giggling and skipping excitedly through the parlour..."come on me' ducks" she would say as she led us to Nirvana. Jimmy the huge white cat would tag along optimistically - his size entirely due to his capacious appetite - omnivorous as a bear, he would devour anything organic which crossed his path. 

To reach the kitchen you passed through the Parlour with its Oak dado panelling, pictures of Kent & Suffolk life, a brick-built inglenook and an enormous American Oak table. We grew to love this place ...playing card games, Escalado and dominoes in this warm and wonderful space, light years away from our 20th century experimental existence in Glasgow.

Grandma would sit us around the Kitchen table and ply us with Kent's bounty...slices of apple with damsons, black cherries and gooseberries...little trays of beechnuts and blackcurrants...sherry trifle, ginger beer, cider laced with cinnamon, strawberries with saffron ice-cream...faerie cakes, gingerbread men and sugar mice...saccharin-sweet, homemade lemonade ice-lollies ...we were in heaven.

Jackie Pilgrim glowed like a diamond in the rock...dapper, confident and wise, with a stubbly little white beard and moustache, he would join the throng, tossing children around like chaff, blowing raspberries, squeezing cheeks and feigning horror at our resistance, he would scuffle us into the garden...his modest Shangri-La, teasing us in his broad Suffolk twang.

Jackie was a hospital porter by profession and a ducker and diver by inclination...astonishingly, he owned this little house, apparently outwith his means, but his Pa Larkin qualities were obviously sufficient to pay his way - he had 3 daughters - my Mum and her sisters Olive and Violet - and ultimately 12 grandchildren. I latterly discovered that he would pay for these holiday trips himself...in advance - buying the tickets and sending them to my parents to guarantee us all a holiday, they never flinched, they loved these trips as much as us. 

The garden was moist as a jungle; this sub-tropical, orchard paradise clawed 40 metres to the Southern horizon...fertile and prolific, spewing colour, scent and sound across the compass. Walnut, Passion fruit, Apple and Cherry trees canopied the flanks, with an enormous aviary / apiary, overgrown with vines punctuating the Western wall.

The aviary held birds of every hue...budgerigars and canaries, finches, doves and a tame Jackdaw roosted in sublime indifference. Ponds of Koi and Crucian carp with water lilies, bulrush and crocus margins embraced the place like lovers...It has become a benchmark for Eden - I hunger to mimic its perfection. 

Grandad (as we called him - even Grandma called him Grandad) would whistle through his teeth at the birds and they would flutter around and about him like adoring angels...we would share this confident intimacy and feed them seed and mealworms ...they would land on our heads and shoulders and feed quite happily from our tiny outstretched palms. I revelled in this contact - we had no pets at home and I would quiver with delight to be amongst them, it has never left me - to this day my love and protection of birds is secure ...I am certain that Jackie watches and smiles from beyond.

In the evenings, when supper had been cleared and we had exhausted ourselves on tree swing, hopscotch, marbles and penny toss, we would all sit around the table until bedtime playing games...Grandma Flo was no slouch at cards - she taught us Misere, 3 card brag, blackjack, rummy and whist ...we would gamble with a pot of pennies and ha'pennies kept in a jar on the mantel, wager on the Escalado horses ...Grandad had provided us all with those green bookies peaks, so we all looked the part - hilarious in retrospect, we would sit like a scene from "The Sting" serious as you like, talking the talk like veterans - they must have howled with laughter when we had gone to bed as they sat around drinking cider and port, playing whist in peace...

Mum often reinforced my memories many years later, endorsing and confirming those idylls we shared before the world changed...my nostalgia comes in living colour, unblemished by time - I count myself blessed in this respect.

Laplappapillon



Jackie Pt. 01



I watched as my wife entered the house. It was in a poorer section of town than where we lived. As I looked at the drive way I realized the pick up that was parked in the driveway was one I had seen several times before. I had seen it several times leaving my wife's block as I went to meet with her before we were married. 

It was white in color when it was bought new, but when I saw it, it looked mud caked and there was several dents in the side panels. I knew it was a construction truck by the ladder rack that went around the bed and over the roof. The sign proclaiming it belonged to Longs Construction confirmed my suspicion. 

As my wife was pulled into the house I snuck down the breezeway that ran between the house and the one next door. I looked for a window I could see through so I could see what they were up to. I had my suspicions that my wife was cheating on me, but I had hoped and prayed that I was wrong. 

The second window I looked into appeared to be a bedroom window. There was a king size mattress on the floor but little else in the way of furniture. In fact it looked like the guy my wife was seeing couldn't care less about the condition of his room or his clothes for that matter. 

My suspicions were confirmed a few seconds later. I watched as a man well over six feet tall and as wide as a linebacker, pulled my wife into the bedroom. He pushed her down till she was kneeling in front of him. In my horror I watched as she reached up and unbutton his jeans. Within seconds she pulled his long thick cock out of his pants and started sucking on it. As I watched my wife of six months suck on a cock that was almost three times the size of mine. My mind went back to the time I first met her. 

Chapter 1

Seeing I couldn't afford to go to law school after college I went to work for one of the leading law firms in the city. I worked in their research department, which paid me a modest wage. It wasn't a lot but it was enough for me to pay off my school loans and enough left over to live on. 

It was my job to look up cases that could show precedent or have some bearing on one of the cases that the lawyers were working on. The department I worked for had twelve assistant researchers that could assist the twenty-two associate lawyers that were employed at the firm. There were also eight associate researchers that worked for one of the eight junior partners and five senior researchers that worked for one of the five partners. Unfortunately I was one of the twelve assistant researchers, which meant I was at the bottom of the ladder. 

Like I said I had a modest income but if I could become an Associate researcher I could make more money. A Senior Researcher was paid even more. So I worked hard on each of my assignments so it would be noticed. I also needed to play the office politics to get ahead. And this was where I had most of my problems. 

My direct supervisor was a woman in her mid to late fifties who delegated who would work for whom. She didn't care for my long hair even though it was never stipulated. I know it sounds like a small thing to cut it like everyone else's but I didn't want to. 

My father made me cut my hair short when I was growing up and once I went off to college I stopped having it cut. I guess you could blame the highlander series as I became fascinated by the sword play and the long hair that Duncan had. I even had mine tied into a pony tail like his was. I also had both my ears pierced like his was. I only wore a tiny post in each ear at work, but they were still noticeable and Ms. Robertson didn't like them. 

I figured the only way to impress Ms. Robertson with out cutting my hair and removing my earrings was to work harder than everyone else. That was why I was in the law library on that fateful day in mid July, the day that would change my life forever. 

I had been given an assignment late on Friday and told it needed to be completed as soon as possible. After I spent several hours working on the assignment on Friday I decided to come in on Saturday and finish up. I knew I would be alone so there would be no one there to bother me. 

I knew it would be hot in the library as the air conditioning was turned off till late on Sunday. I wore a pair of running shorts a tee shirt and a pair of running shoes. I got to the office at seven as I hoped I could be done by noon. I wanted to get out before it got too hot as the weather report had said it was going into the high nineties. 

I worked in the back of the library, as I was sure the case I was looking for would be back there. I worked diligently till nearly ten when I finally found what I was looking for. As I walked to the front where the copy machine was I tripped over someone and went sprawling to the floor. 

When I turned around to see whom I tripped over I was struck by how beautiful she was. She had reddish-blond hair that some would call strawberry-blond. It hung in ringlets about her head and shoulders. She had piercing blue eyes that looked like they were reflecting the ocean. Her skin was pale as ivory and her face and shoulders where splattered with freckles. 

She was wearing a pair of shorts that looked like they were too small for her and the tank top she was wearing barely covered her breasts. I couldn't be sure but it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were erect and they were trying to poke holes in her shirt. She wasn't wearing any shoes but I'm sure she had worn them in here. 

Her smiled lit up her face as she said with a slight giggle to her voice. "I'm really sorry I shouldn't have been sitting in the walkway. Are you alright?" 

I smiled back as I couldn't have done anything else. Her smile was infectious. "I'm fine but I believe I am at fault as I should have been watching where I was going. I didn't expect anyone else to be here." I told her as I started to get up. 

"Here let me help you pick those up," she told me as she started picking up the books I had dropped during my fall. As she handed them to me she said. "By the way my name's Angie Macdonald." 

"Yes ma'am I know who you are and again I'm sorry for tripping over you. My names Jack Anderson I work here as a researcher." I told her. 

Miss Macdonald was an inch or two taller than my five foot seven inch frame and from what I could see she was quite thin though very well proportioned. Her breast were large almost too large for her tiny waist, though I doubt any man would complain. 

Angie smiled at me and said. "If you ever call me ma'am again I'm going to smack you. You make me feel like I'm old enough to be your mother." 

I could tell she was teasing so I said, "Sorry it's the way I was raised to respect your elders." After all she was older than I was by a few years. 

She gave me a playful smack on my arm and told me I should get back to work but then she said. "Wait a minute what are you doing here I thought you guys had the weekend off? I know you don't get over time when you work over forty hours." 

"Mr. Stanton said he needed this right away seeing I didn't get this done yesterday I figured I'd do it today." I told her. 

"This is on your own time then. That's very conscientious." She told me as she started back toward the row she had been working in. I couldn't help myself as I watched her beautiful bottom wiggle back and forth as she walked back to the stacks. 

As I though of what it would be like to make love to her. I also knew, there wasn't a chance in hell of ever getting anywhere near her. First off, if the rumors I heard were true she didn't like men. I had heard quite often, from other guys she was a lesbian and a man hater. I also knew she was the queen bitch of the firm. She won so many cases she could do anything she wanted. 

The second thing I had going against me was my looks. I was shorter than she was. Not by a lot but still shorter. I was also very skinny. I was one of those people that could eat anything and not gain weight. Believe me I've tried. With a wishful sigh I went to the copier to complete my own work. 

By noon I was done with what I was working on and ready to leave. After putting the books I had used away I walked passed Miss Macdonald again. I could see the heat in the building was getting to her by the amount of sweat that was on her shirt. It looked like someone had hosed her down. 

She really looked like she was totally lost so I asked. "Miss Macdonald is there something I could find for you." 

She smiled her wonderful smile again and said. "I guess I do look lost. I don't know if it's the heat in here or am I completely scattered brained but I can't find what I'm looking for. But I know you're not getting paid to be here so you should finish what you're doing." 

"I'm already done and I really don't have anywhere to go. I really wouldn't mind helping you." I told her. If I had thought of it, the brownie points wouldn't hurt, but truthfully I didn't think of it at the time. 

"I could really use the help if you really don't mind." She told me before she told me what she was looking for. 

After checking the computer and cross-reference what she wanted I was able to find the book in no time. I also gave her three other case-files that she could reference as they pertained to the case she was looking for. By four o'clock she had every thing she needed and we were both finished with our tasks. 

"Thank you so much Mr. Anderson I don't think I could have gotten all of this done if it wasn't for you." She told me as she tucked the papers into her briefcase. 

"You're very welcome and you can call me Jack." I told her as she had been calling me Mr. Anderson all afternoon. 

"Then you can call me Angie from now on. Come on I want to buy you a nice cold beer in payment for helping me." 

"You really don't have to do that." I told her but Angie wasn't having any of it. She took my arm in hers and pulled me out of the library and though the building. We drove in separate cars to a pub she knew of. For the next two hours we sipped glass after glass of beer and chatted on an on. 

I learned a lot about her that night. I learned she had graduated from Harvard four years earlier and she was the youngest person to make junior partner at our firm. I also learned her likes and dislikes in music and movies. 

She learned quite a bit about me. The beer had loosened my tongue enough where I even told her about my fascination with the highlander series. That was something I usually don't go telling anyone. 

After two hours of drinking she said. "You know Jack I think we should get something to eat. I think we should get something in our stomachs before we drive home."

I had to agree with her though I knew I couldn't afford much. We staggered out of the bar we were in and down the street to a restaurant. As we waited for our meals we talked even more and it was at that time Angie started to hold my hand when she was saying something that was important. By the time we were done eating I felt a connection to Angie. After all we had shared some secrets that no one else knew at the firm. 

When we went back to the parking lot behind the bar Angie leaned against her car and I lead against mine as she said. "I want to thank you for the great time. I haven't had this much fun in a very long time." 

"I enjoyed myself too though next time I should pay the bills" I told her. 

"We'll see what happens." She told me before she leaned over and our lips touched. 

It wasn't a passion filled kiss like you see in the movies it was more like two friends kissing, but I did feel something in that kiss. I mean there was definitely a spark there or was it my imagination. On that we parted company and for the rest of that weekend I thought about that kiss often. 

Chapter Two

On the following Monday as I was handing in the assignment I had worked on Saturday Randy Savage came into Ms. Robertson's office and said. "She sent me down could you believe that. The bitch sent me down because I took one weekend off." 

"I know she called me first thing this morning." Ms. Robertson told Randy then to me she said, "Well Jack you're the next one under the gun. Just so you know she asked for you personally this morning but she really didn't have a choice as she had everyone else in this department. See if you could last longer than two weeks with her." 

I didn't have to ask her who we were talking about as I knew Randy had worked for Angie for two weeks before he was sent back. I also knew several others had worked for Angie in the six months I had been at the firm, all were sent back cursing her name.  

It didn't take me long to pack my belongings before I went up to Angie's office. After placing my box of personal items on her conference table I knocked lightly on her office door. After gaining permission to enter I walked in.

Angie's face lit up with her smile the second she saw me. She came around the desk and took my hand as if to shake it before saying. "Good morning Jack I hope you didn't mind me asking for you?" 

"No that's quite alright." I told her thought I didn't tell her I was her only choice. 

While still holding my hand she said. "You do know why I wanted you don't you. I have a feeling you are the one that could become permanent. But of cause the queen bitch is a hard woman to please. Do you think you're up to the task?" 

I had to smile at her reference to being the queen bitch and Angie smiled back before I said. "Yes ma...I mean I would like to try it." 

Angie gripped my hand tightly and said. "I have to tell you this up front Jack. You're on probation for the next three months. If you make it here that long the promotion is permanent and you paycheck will increase accordingly. Of cause it will be retroactive as of today. If you still think you can handle the job, and me, let's get to work." 

We did just that. I quickly found out that Angie not only wanted me to do research for her but I also filled in as secretary and her personal assistant. Each morning I had to reminder her, what appointments she had and where she had to be at what time. I also typed up briefs as well as correspondence between her and her clients. I went to court with her and sat behind the bar waiting to fill any request she had. 

I learned very quickly that Angie was tenacious when it came to the law. She loved going to court as she felt she couldn't lose. I knew more than one lawyer cringed when they found out they were going against the queen bitch as Angie often referred to herself. I over heard one lawyer tell another she had the looks of a French poodle and personality of a pit bull. Angie took it as a compliment. 

The three months of probation went by quickly and except of the rare weekend that we didn't work we were almost inseparable. We usually ate lunch and dinner together, most times at the conference table in her outer office, but often at restaurants, which Angie paid for. 

The kiss we shared on that Saturday was never repeated, though I had often wished it had. As I watched her parade in front of a jury in her three inch heels and her business suit with the modestly short skirt I thought about what it would be like to hold her in my arms and kiss her lips once more. But Angie never seemed at all interested in me that way. 

Oh there were times when she would stand at my side as I showed her different cases I found that would help in her cases. Then she would place her hand on my shoulder and absent mindedly play with my pony tail or run her long fingernails cross my shoulders. That was the only intimacy we shared. 

As I said before the three month probation went by quickly and before I realized, it was late October. Angie came into the office waving a white envelope as if fanning her self with it. She had a smile on her face that was breath taking. 

As she handed me the envelope she said. "If my math is correct this should be good news for you. Hurry and open it." 

Actually I had lost track of time in the last three months and when I opened the envelope I was surprised find it was my letter of congratuations for advancing to Associate Researcher and a check with my retroactive raise. It was a tidy sum and my mind went quickly on how I was going to spend it. 

Angie seemed even more pleased with the news than I was she quickly said. "Congratulation honey. We should go out and celebrate your promotion tonight." 

Angie had been calling me honey almost from the time I first came to work for her. At first I though it might mean something but after a week of hearing it almost constantly I knew it didn't mean as much as I had hoped. 

"Okay but tonight I'm paying seeing you always paid before." I told her. 

Angie smiled and said. "Next time I swear honey but tonight I want to pay to show my appreciation for all the hard work you've done over the last three months." 

I knew arguing with Angie as like beating you head against the wall. In the end she would have her way. I was glad she had insisted, as the restaurant we went to was very expensive. 

When ever Angie was paying for lunch or dinner I tried to go cheap. I picked out meals that were at the bottom of the price range. This time Angie didn't even let me order. She ordered the surf and turf, which was the most expensive meal on the menu. On top of that she ordered a bottle of wine that cost fifty dollars and thought nothing of it. 

Again we talked through out the meal. We did this often when we dine together but this time it was different. When we normally went out after work we talked about work or the case Angie was working on. This time it was personal. This time we talked about our families and our past loves. Angie had quite a few more past loves than I did. In fact compared to her I was a virgin. 

What was really curious was most of the people she talked about had male sounding names. There were a few that could have been female but one was never sure. I thought this was odd if the rumors I had heard were true. Of cause I didn't ask, as that would have been rude. 

When dinner was over and after Angie paid she entwined the arms around my left arm as we walked out to the cars. I was surprised she did this, as it was the first time since we shared that kiss three months ago she showed me any intimacy. 

When we got back to where our cars were parked Angie slid her arms around my shoulders. She stepped closer till her whole body was touching mine and said. "I'm sure glad you worked out. I would have hated to send you back to the library." I was about to tell her I was glad too but before I could get out the words her lips were on mine. 

This time our kiss was passionate. This time her tongue slid past my lips and into my mouth. As our lips caressed each other's lips our tongues played with each other. I don't mind telling you my cock swelled to full erection by the time our lips separated. 

When our lips separated Angie sighed and said. "You are a wonderful kisser and to think I've waited three months to find that out." We then kissed a second time. 

After the second kiss ended she asked. "Would you like to go to a Celtic Festival with me tomorrow? I have two tickets and I really don't want to go alone. I thought since you're fascinated with the Highlander series you would like to go with me." 

"I've never been to a Celtic Festival before what's it like." I asked though I already knew I was going with her. 

"It's where people with Scottish and Irish ancestry celebrate our heritage. Even though you're not Celtic I'm sure you'll have a good time too." She told me. 

At this point I probably would have followed her into hell if she had asked so I said. "Sounds like fun especially if you're going to be there. What should I wear?" 

"Do you have a kilt?" She asked with a smile on her lips. 

I thought she was kidding so I said with a chuckle. "No I'm too much of a man to wear a skirt." 




Jackie Pt. 01



I could see instantly she wasn't kidding about the kilt. Her eyes showed she was slightly put out about my remark. "It takes a real man to wear a kilt in public. I'm sure Sean Connery would tell you as much." She told me. 

"I'm sorry. I was kidding about being to manly. I don't own a kilt." I told her in a way of an apology. 

I saw Angie's eyes sparkle in the streetlight as she said. "Well maybe we should rectify that." 

Before I could object Angie's lips were on mine once more. This time she pulled out all the stops as her tongue slid into my mouth. At the same time her thigh found my erection and I could feel her thigh rub against it. She also rubbed her breasts against my chest and I could almost feel her hard nipples through both our jackets. 

Just when I thought I was about to make a mess in my underwear Angie pulled back and said. "Why don't you come to my house around nine tomorrow and we'll leave from there. We'll stop and have breakfast on the way."

We kissed once more and Angie made sure she rubbed up against me like she had before. Just when I though I was sure to pop my cork Angie stepped back and said. "Until nine tomorrow love and bring your little friend with you." Those words and the smile on her face told me that she not only knew I had a hard on but she had rubbed up against me on purpose. I watched as she got in her car and drove away. 

Chapter Three

Morning couldn't come soon enough as far as I was concerned. It was the first weekend that Angie and I didn't plan on working at least on the Saturday. By eight I was long past ready to leave but I knew it only took me twenty minutes to drive to Angie's house. 

I had been there several times before but it always had to do with work. This would be the first time I would be going to her house as a social call. To say I was excited would be an understatement. The way she kissed me the night before and the way she rubbed up against me told me she was as interested in me as I was in her. That knowledge added fuel to my fire. 

The weather had turned cold in the last few weeks and that morning the temperature hovered in the mid-forties. Thankfully the forecast called for warming temperatures into the sixties by late afternoon. 

Due to the colder temperatures I decide on wearing a pair of black Dockers a wool turtleneck sweater and a jacket. Once the temperatures warmed I could take off the jacket. 

Angie's house was in an affluent subdivision. It was a two story home with four bedrooms and three baths. She had acknowledged the house was more than she really needed but she detested paying rent and the house would sell for more than she paid for it. She considered it a wise investment. 

As I pulled into Angie's driveway at nine o'clock on the dot she stepped out of her door. She was wearing plain brown slip-ons with a flat heel. She wore knee high white socks and an emerald green plaid skirt. A white cable knit sweater and a leather jacket. On her head was a beret made of the same green plaid her skirt was made of. It wasn't until I saw the sporran around her waist that I realized she was wearing a kilt. She actually looked like a school girl, which was pretty hot. 

As I approached Angie her arms went around my waist and her lips sought out my own. We kissed for a few seconds before she said. "God its cold out. Come on lets get in the car and out of the breeze." There was a slight breeze blowing and I could see it puff up Angie's skirt. 

We went to one of those chain restaurants where we had breakfast. On the way into the restaurant Angie held my hand and she left it to me to tell the hostess how many was in our party. Even after we sat down Angie held onto my hand. 

Once our meals had arrived I asked Angie. "This may sound a little weird and if it does you don't have to answer me. I was just wondering why you kissed me last night and why are you so affectionate toward me. I mean we kissed that night after the library and then nothing for the last three months.

Angie squeezed my hand and smiled before saying. "Its not because I didn't want to, but I didn't want my feeling for you to get in the way. If we had become intimate before you got the job permanently, I was afraid you would think it was because we were involved. I wanted you to earn the position as my associate. I was pretty sure you wanted to know you earned it too." She was right I did want to know I earned it. I told her as much which earned me one of her dazzling smiles. 

After the restaurant we went straight to the festival. It was held at the fair grounds and there was a long line of cars waiting to get in. Once we found a parking spot and got out of the car Angie took my arm as we walked to the entrance. 

All around us were men wearing kilts. Not every man there was wearing one but there were quite a few who did. Angie made sure to point out any man that was over six foot tall and broad in the shoulders. She would then ask me if I thought he was any less of a man because he was wearing a kilt. 

Once we were inside the gate we went first to the caber toss. A caber is a long wooden pole that is tossed by men wearing kilts. I wasn't sure why they were doing it except to say it looked like a real man's sport. I'm sure Angie made sure I saw this to strengthen her argument about real men and kilts. 

After the caber toss we watched teenaged girls doing an Irish jig and other Irish dances. Then we went on to a dog show, which Angie watched intently. She also asked me what I thought of dogs and cats. I liked dogs but didn't care for cats. 

After the dog show we started looking at the tents where they sold items that dealt in Irish and Scottish origins. In one of the tents I saw they sold swords. My fascination quickly took over until I found myself buying a five foot broad sword. The steel wasn't the best quality, but it was really a show piece more than something I would actually use. 

As we continued to go though the tents I learned that the color and the pattern of the plaid had significance. Each clan had its own color and pattern that would tell others what clan he or she was a member of. I also realized that the plaid Angie was wearing was the one for her own clan. 

I really should have known where this was all going. Angie would lead you by the nose in her own sweet way till you were doing just what she wanted. It wasn't until we walked into a tent that sold kilts that I realized just where she was leading me. 

Angie started looking though the rack before she said. "You can wear my family colors Jack, if that's okay with you. Exactly what is your waist size?" 

I should have stopped her then but I was infatuated with Angie by this point, but I did question her. "Really Angie I don't think I want a kilt, after all I'm not Irish or Scottish" 

She dropped the kilt she was looking at and said. "You really don't have to be Irish or Scottish to wear a kilt, but if you really don't want one then I'm not going to force you. I just thought you understood it has nothing to do with what you're wearing as to whether you're manly or not." 

"I understand that, it's not something I would wear. I'm not sure I would feel comfortable in one." I told her. 

"I guess you will never know how comfortable you feel in one till you put one on right." She told me, which looking back was another way of getting me to do what she wanted.

"I guess your right." 

Angie took the kilt she had been looking at and said. "Here just try it on and see how you feel about it. If you're too uncomfortable wearing it then you can take it off." Before I could say anything she turned to the sale's clerk and said. "Miss my boyfriend wants to try this one on do you have anywhere he can change?" 

The use of the word boyfriend when she was referring to me surprised me. I had no idea we were that close. Before I could recover from the surprise I was taken back to a makeshift dressing room. 

Once I was inside I figured I might as well put on the kilt then at least I could say I tried it on. I didn't realize how cool it was until I took off my pants. Instantly my skin became like goose flesh as I tried pulling my pants off over my shoes. 

I had just gotten the kilt on and the snaps done up then I heard Angie say. "I have some different socks for you Jack. Can I come in?" 

After telling her she could Angie ducked under the curtain door and came in. She looked me over and said. "Very nice at least you don't have knobby knees like most men do." 

She then stepped closer and said. "Do you know what the best thing about a kilt is?" When I shook my head no she pulled the hem of the kilt up and reached under it and grabbed my manhood through my boxes. With a devilish grin she said. "I can do this a lot easier."

Angie massaged my genitals till I was rock hard. At the same time her lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. It really didn't take that long to get me hard but Angie made the kiss last a few minutes before she said. "Give me your pants and your socks and I'll have the clerk bag them up." 

I knew by this point I was going to wear the kilt, but to save face I said. "I didn't say I was comfortable in it yet." 

"Well of course you're not honey it's something new, you have to wear it a while to really see if it's something you're comfortable with. Now come on out when you're ready." She scooped up my pants and ducked back out of the dressing room. Now I had no choice but to wear the kilt in public. Like I said, when Angie puts her mind to something you might as well go with it. 

It took me about five minutes to get my erection under control and to get my courage up to walk out of the dressing room. I really expected to hear people laughing about the way I was dressed in an emerald green kilt and knee high black socks, but of cause there was none. After all I wasn't dressed any differently than a lot of men at the festival. 

As soon as Angie saw me leave the dressing room her smile once more lit up her face and I swear I could see a sparkle in her eye. She came over and entwined her arm in mine and said. "There's my man come on lets go watch some more of the games." 

After watching some more of the games and the procession of the clans Angie asked. "Well do you feel comfortable in the kilt now?" 

"I guess its okay though it still feels kind of weird. I just wish the wind would stop blowing." I told her. 

Angie giggled and said. "You should be glad you weren't wearing the kilt this morning. I though my bottom would never unthaw." 

At five o'clock the festival came to a close. As we made our way to the parking lot I asked. "Do you want to stop for dinner on the way home?" 

"No I'm going to make you dinner tonight as soon as we get back to my place." She told me as she clung to my arm. 

"Are you sure it pretty late to start something?" I asked. 

"I already have it made; all I have to do is pop it into the oven when we get home." 

Chapter Four

It took us over an hour to get back to Angie's house. Most of that time was sitting in traffic trying to get out of the Fair Grounds. Once we did get back to her house Angie had me sit on her sofa while she put the casserole she made into the oven, When she came back into the living room she was carrying two glasses of wine. She sat on the sofa next to me and handed me one of the glasses. 

I didn't drink much of the wine before Angie took the glass from me. After placing the glass on the glass coffee table she leaned over and kissed me. We were soon kissing deeply as we held each other tight. It was Angie who took my right hand and placed on her left breast giving me the signal it was all right to touch her intimately. 

It was Angie who pulled off her sweater giving me my first glimpse of her white lace bra and the heavenly mounds, which it held. The bra I took off myself after I licked and kissed every inch of her exposed flesh. 

Angie's breasts didn't look like they needed the support of her bra as they held they're shapes nicely once it was removed. What really surprised me was the small nipple ring that were pierced though each nipple. 

"I've heard of having your nipples pierced but I never knew anyone that did it before." I told her before I licked at one of her nipple rings. 

"Mm" She said "I had them put in on a dare when I was in college. They feel so good when someone licks them I hate to have them taken out." 

As I licked at her rings and sucked on her hard nipple Angie moaned sweetly. I was actually surprised by how long her nipples were. They were at least a half inch thick and the end stuck out almost an inch. Her areolas were a dark tan color and they were hard and bumpy a testing to her arousal. 

Angie caressed my head and played with my pony tail as I continued to suck on her nipples and licked the flesh of her breasts. Her breathing quickly became labored; her moans and gasps became more frequent. Before I knew it she started shaking and I heard her tell me not to stop, as she was cuming. I had heard a woman could orgasm from having her nipples sucked, but I never knew one that could. 

Once her breathing had returned to normal and her heart had slowed she pulled my head up to hers and we started kissing once more. At the same time she reached under my kilt and started pulled off my boxers. It was clumsier than it sounds put in short order my boxers were tossed to the side. 

Once my boxers were history Angie took my cock in hand and started stroking it. I realized the advantage of wearing a kilt, there was no zipper to undo or belt to unbuckle. Once my boxers were gone Angie had free access. 

She stroked my cock for a few minutes then she pushed me back till I was almost lying on the sofa. She next flipped up my kilt and leaned over to start licking my cock. 

She didn't take my cock into her mouth immediately instead her tongue swirled around the head like a swab. She then licked up and down my five inch shaft before she started licking my balls. Once my cock was wet with her saliva she took the head into her mouth and started sucking. 

From the way I was laying I could see every thing Angie was doing. I could also see the way she would look up at me while her head moved up and down on my shaft. I really wish I could say it lasted longer but unfortunately she was very good and I was very excited. 

With in minutes I felt my orgasm rear up and I shouted. "God Angie I'm going to cum." 

I said it to give her a warning in case she didn't want me cuming in her mouth. Angie didn't seem to mind as her mouth moved faster and she sucked even harder. Less than a minute later I groaned out as I felt the first load of my semen inject into her mouth. I also felt Angie swallow it down. Several more loads, each of which was also swallowed, followed the first. 

When I was done cuming Angie released my spent organ and crawled up to rest her head on my chest. I didn't even hesitate as I pulled her head up and kissed her on the mouth. When my tongue slid into her mouth I tasted something odd. It only took me a second before I realized I tasted the aftermath of my own ejaculation. 

After we kissed Angie looked down at me and said, "Thank you. You're one of a few guys that didn't treat me like I did something disgusting." 

"What do you mean disgusting? That was wonderful." I asked in disbelief. 

"Most of the guys I sucked off act like their semen is poisonous. They won't kiss me until I rinse out my mouth. That really ticks me off. I mean if they think it's so gross then why is it okay for me to swallow it." 

"I don't know Angie. I'll kiss you anytime you do that to me. Now may I return the favor?" I asked eagerly. 

Angie giggled and said. "Most definitely my love but we'll have to wait till later to continue. Dinner is almost done and I still need to set the table." She told me as she started to get up. 

"Let me help" I said. 

When I tried to get up Angie pushed me back down on to the sofa. She then smoothed out my kilt so I looked decent once more before saying. "No sweetie, this time I'm serving you. Now relax and I'll be right back." 

Angie picked up her bra and sweater and left the room with out putting them back on. About ten minutes later she came back in wearing an emerald green camisole top that seemed to match the kilt she was still wearing. She then helped me to stand as she told me dinner was ready. 

We ate dinner by candle light in her dinning room. Dinner was good though it wasn't anything spectacular. I mean after all she didn't have much time to prepare it. She also had a tort for desert and coffee to follow. We talked about the day and what I like about the festival. At the end of the conversation I admitted that once I had the kilt on it wasn't that bad as long as other men around me were wearing one too. 

When dinner was over I said. "Seeing you cooked I'll do the dishes." 

Angie thought only for a second before saying. "Only because I hate doing dishes I'll let you." She then giggled.

After helping me bring the dirty dishes from the dining room Angie left me to my task. There really wasn't much to cleanup. A dirty casserole pan two plates plus a few glasses and flatware. Instead of using her dish washer I did everything by hand. It would be faster and more economical. 

As I was wiping off her granite counter tops Angie snuck up behind me and slid her arms around my waist from behind. She nuzzled my neck and whispered, "Are you ready for bed?" 

I turned in her arms and saw she had changed from the kilt and camisole to a red satin button down pajama top and a red satin robe. She wasn't wearing any pants or a skirt, from what I could see she might be wearing panties but the robe hid them from my view. "I'm not the least bit sleepy." I told her teasingly. 

She kissed my lips lightly and said in a seductive whisper, "No one said anything about sleeping. In fact if you're lucky you may get to sleep before dawn." I had nothing else to say as she virtually dragged me up to her bedroom.

Her bedroom was beautiful and oh so feminine. Her dressers were painted white, as was her king size bed. Above the bed was a canopy made of white silk with a lace boarder that hung down over the sides. All around the room there were lit candles of every size and shape. I could tell Angie put a lot of thought into this night. 

Once in the room she turned to me and we kissed. As we kissed Angie's hand slid down my back and came to rest on my left ass cheek. It was actually kind of strange to have her hand on my butt but I couldn't say it was unpleasant. When she cupped the cheek in her hand and gave it a squeeze I couldn't stop the moan from leaving my throat. 

We kissed with her groping my ass for a few minutes. When our lips separated it was only long enough for her to pull off my sweater and tee shirt. Our lips made contact again while her hands unsnapped the waist band of the kilt so it too could slip to the floor. 

Once I was standing naked except for my shoes and socks Angie pushed me back toward the bed till I was sitting on it. She then knelt between my legs and removed my shoes and socks. Just when I thought she was going to suck me off again she stood and pulled off her robe and the pajama top as one. She didn't even try to unbutton the top she merely pulled it up over her head. 

As soon as her top and robe were gone I saw Angie had put on panties. They were made of red satin with see through lace on the front panel. They looked so delicate and extremely sexy. I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and grabbing hold of her hips. I then pulled her close and started kissing her hard flat tummy as my hands caressed her satin covered bottom. 

She let me kiss her tummy for a minute or so before she pushed me back till I was lying flat on the bed. She then straddled my hips before lying down on top of me where we started kissing once more.




Jackie Pt. 01



We continued to kiss as my hands moved over her back and ass for about ten minutes. I then rolled her over on to her back and started kissing her face and neck. As I moved further down to her chest Angie moved further up on the bed so her feet weren't touched the floor any longer. 

I then started kissing her beautiful breasts once more. I worshiped her breast for a good ten minutes brining her to another orgasm. She then moved up the bed again so my face was near her tummy. 

I smothered her tummy with kisses and long licks of my tongue and l dug my tongue into her navel like I was digging for gold. I wasn't sure if Angie liked what I was doing but she didn't move up so I kept kissing her tummy. When she did finally move up the bed again her head was now on the pillows and my lips were kissing the lace panel of her panties. 

I could smell her musk though the panties and I could also smell her perfume. I had grow quite accustom to her perfume over last three months and now that I smelt the two together I knew I could never smell that perfume scent and not think of this moment. 

After inhaling deeply of her combined scent I started easing her panties off. Angie helped by raising her bottom enough so they slid off easily. Once her panties were gone I was surprised to see she was completely hairless between her legs. It was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. I had often dreamed of eating a hairless pussy. 

As Angie moved her legs so that I was between them I saw her cunt for the first time. The lips of her vagina looked like the pedals of a flower as they spread to either side. The lips were a dark pink and slightly swollen attesting to her arousal. Her pussy looked so good I just had to kiss it and I did just that. 

Angie's pussy was extremely wet and her flavor was exquisite. There was a slight taste of strawberries, as she must have used a douche in preparation. There was also the stronger flavor of her natural fluids. 

My tongue swabbed around the edges of her opening till none of her fluid remained on the surface. I then stuck my tongue deep into her hole where I found a well full of her secretions. I licked out her hole as best I could, bringing the wetness I found into my mouth. I could have licked out her hole forever but Angie had other ideas. 

Angie grabbed a hold of my head and directed my mouth to her clit while saying, "There baby, lick me there. I need your tongue and lips there." 

I knew what she wanted and I quickly started licking her clit. Angie moaned and arched her back the second my tongue made contact with her hard little nub. I licked her clit hard and then sucked on it. Angie screamed that she was cuming and I noticed her scent became stronger. While Angie was riding out her orgasm, my mouth slipped down so I could drink her fluid. Once she stopped cuming I started on her clit again. 

How long my mouth was on her pussy I couldn't tell you. I also couldn't tell you how many times Angie came. All I know is I could have eaten her all night and it wouldn't have bothered me. Angie seemed quite content to let me have my way for quite some time. 

When she became too sensitive she pulled my head from between her legs so I moved up till our faces were very close. She looked into my eyes and said. "You are wonderful. Now I need you in me, but first let me clean my cream off your face." 

Angie started kissing my face but it wasn't a normal pecking kind of kiss. I could feel her mouth suck slightly as she tried to remove her essence. Her tongue even licked at my cheeks. 

When my face was clean to her satisfaction she gripped my rock hard cock and guided me to her hole. I would like to say she gasped when I entered her but that was not the case. Once I slide into her she looked up at me and said. "Now honey, do me now." 

I started thrusting into Angie with gusto. Her pussy wasn't very tight then again I was not that big, but her pussy was hot and very wet. Thanks to the orgasm I had earlier I was able last a lot longer than I would have. 

From beneath me Angie smiled up at me and she would reach up and kiss me while I slid my cock in and out of her. At the same time she would pinch my nipples ever so lightly and that I learned was quite pleasant. 

It wasn't until I was about ready to come that I realized that Angie wasn't even close to cuming. She had a beautiful smile on her face but she wasn't even breathing hard. At least not until her hand slid down between us, so she could use her finger to rub her clit.

Then she started to breathe harder. Within seconds she was panting and she said, "Oh god baby I'm going to cum. Cum with me love fill me with your cum." 

Even though I knew her orgasm had nothing to do with what I was doing I couldn't stop the enviable. I felt my balls tighten and the next instant I let out a groan as I started filling her with hot cum. 

As soon as I started shooting my load into her Angie cried out, "That's it baby fill me with your cream. Oh god Jack I'm cuming too." 

Angie came hard under me. Her whole body seemed to shake as I felt her pussy clinched tight around my cock. I also felt her wetness seep out of her along with my own sperm. 

I stayed on my knees being supported by my locked arms as my orgasm subsided. Once Angie's orgasm was spent she pulled me down till I was supported only by my elbows, so we could kiss. The love I felt in that kiss was undeniable, but I was still left with a nagging doubt about my performance. When our kiss ended and my shriveled up cock slipped from her grasp I rolled off Angie. She immediately turned over and cuddled up to me as I took her in my arms. 

After a minute or so she kissed my chest and said. "You were wonderful Jack. I really enjoyed what we did." 

Thinking back on what has happen I shouldn't have said what I did at that point, but I couldn't listen to the lie. "Was I really." Even I could hear the disbelief in my voice. 

I felt Angie become tense as she said, "Of cause you were. Is there something wrong? You sound upset." 

I knew this wasn't the place or time to get into this discussion so I said. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said it that way."

"There is obviously a problem and we should talk it out. I really like you a lot and I don't want anything getting in the way of our relationship." She told me as she rose up and looked down at me. 

"Never mind I shouldn't have said what I did. You were wonderful too and I don't want to ruin the moment." I told her with out looking into her face.

Angie pulled my head so I had to look her in the eye before she said. "Listen Jack if there something wrong let's talk it out. I don't want anything coming between us. Now tell me what's bothering you." 

I knew there was no sense denying there was a problem. I knew she would continue to pressure me until I told her what was bothering me so I said. "Well when I was, you know in you, you didn't seem to enjoy it. You weren't all that excited until you used your finger." 

"Oh" she said as she averted my eyes. As her fingers traced patterns on my chest she said, "I've have a problem with intercourse. I usually can't have an orgasm that way. As far as enjoying having your dick in me I really like it. That's not a lie Jack, I like how it feels but no matter how hard or how fast you fuck me I probable won't have an orgasm." 

I could see by the redness of her face and embarrassed way she was talking this was a sensitive subject. I pulled her close and said, "I'm sorry I didn't know. If you don't want to talk about it I'll understand." 

"I'd rather not right now maybe someday once I know I can trust you to keep my secret and I feel you're understanding enough I'll tell you about it." She told me as I felt her tears on my chest. 

I instantly knew there was a problem that was more emotional then physical. And as most emotional problems go it would be hard for her to trust me enough to tell me. I knew I would have to gain her trust over a long period of time. I was willing to do that. 

I pulled her head up for a kiss to let her know I was okay. She warmed to me quickly and soon we were kissing passionately once more. Angie seemed to need some sign from me that I understood her and those kisses did the trick. 

Before our desires got too out of hand Angie stopped me and said. "Honey I want you to make love to me again but one of two things is got to happen. Either we get in the shower and clean up, as I hate feeling all sloppy. Or you do something else I don't think you'll like." 

Seeing she didn't say exactly what the other thing was I had to ask. "What other way is there to get rid of the sloppiness?" 

Angie looked up at me and it seemed like her whole body seemed to blush when she said. "Well a guy I was dating a few years ago did it and I had some of the best orgasm in my life while he was doing it." 

Seeing she still didn't tell me what it was I asked again. So she said, "After we had intercourse he would go down on me again and clean my pussy with his tongue. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I did." She giggled and said, "He called it eating a cream pie." 

Once I heard what this guy had done I gulped hard and said, "Ah maybe we should do the shower then." 

Angie laughed at my nervousness and said. "Maybe we should I wouldn't want you to lick up any of that gross nasty cum you just injected into me." She sure had a way of making me feel petty. 

Angie's bathroom was a thing of beauty. The room was as large as my bedroom and living room combined. It had a large shower and a large whirlpool tub. The counter tops were made of marble and the floors were Italian tiles. 

Angie used a disposable douche to clean out her insides before climbing into the shower with me. The shower felt really good, as there were spray heads that you could move and direct to any part of your body. And the things Angie and I did in the shower felt really good too. 

Once I was clean she went to her knees and sucked my cock back to full hardness. She bought me very close to orgasm but at the last second she stopped short. I wasn't sure if her stopping had to do with me not wanting to clean her pussy like her other boyfriend or because she though I might not get it up again. 

Her next moved surprised me as she lay down on the shower floor and asked me to make love to her. I wanted to eat her sweet pussy again but Angie wanted my cock inside her. I figured this was a good time to show her I understood her problem. As I was thrusting into her I braced myself with on hand and with the other I started to rub her clit with my finger. 

She started cuming very quickly and all told I think she came five or six times before I finally came inside her. Once our breathing was under control she pulled me down so we could kiss. We lay there in the spray of the shower kissing as our bodies recovered for our last coupling. 

After exiting the shower we dried each other off with big fluffy towels. Seeing I didn't have my toiletries with me I used Angie's antiperspirant. It had a flowery scent to it but I really didn't have a choice in the matter. After drying and brushing out my long hair I put back into its pony tail.

As I went back into the bedroom Angie was putting on a pair of black satin and lace panties and a matching camisole top. I picked up my sweater and my tee shirt and asked. "Do you know what happen to my pants?" 

"Oh I think they're still out in my car. Your not planning on leaving are you?" She asked with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I was kind of hoping you would stay the night. I thought we could take a ride tomorrow. 

"Ah sure that sounds like fun. I'll go down and get my boxers to sleep in." I told her. 

Before I could take a step toward the door I heard her say. "Eeew you can't possibly wear those again. You've worn them all day." 

I chuckled and said, "Well it's either that or I sleep in the nude." 

"We can't have that either." She told me as she started looking in her dresser draw. "Here we're about the same size you can wear this to bed tonight." In her hand she was holding something white.

When I took it from her I saw it was a pair of satin panties and a white camisole top. As I tried to give it back to her I said. "I can possibly wear this." 

"Why on earth can't you?" She asked as if I was being ridiculous. 

"Those are your panties and top, I can't wear girl's panties I'm a guy." I told her in almost a shout. 

Angie smiled a knowing smile and said. "Of course you can. No one will ever know except me and I promise I won't tell any one." She then took the panties from me and held them out so I could step into them as she said. "Now come on and put them on, I swear they won't bite your dick off." 

I knew now I should have fought harder but I also know Angie would have gotten her way. So, reluctantly as I could I stepped into the panties. She then slid them up my legs and over my hips. As the soft satin surrounded my cock and balls I noticed a slight stir in my loins. If it hadn't been for the three orgasms I had that day I might have gotten a hard on. 

If Angie noticed the stir she didn't mention it as she helped me on with the camisole. Once it was on she said. "See you didn't die and you're still a man. Now come to bed I want to get an early start tomorrow. 

Angie and I climbed into bed. She rested her head on my chest as I lay on my back. I could feel her hands moving over my satin covered chest and stomach for a few minutes before she said. "I guess you now know the rumor isn't true?" 

"What rumor is that?" I asked, as I couldn't see where this was going. 

She gave my left nipple a slight squeeze before saying, "The rumor that I'm a man-hater." 

"I knew that the day I met you in the library. I knew that wasn't true at all. I didn't know until today the other rumor wasn't true either." I told her as I squeezed her shoulder. 

Angie giggled and said. "You mean the one where I'm a lesbian. Well that one's only half true." 

I just about jumped when she said this so I asked. "What do you mean it's half true?"

"We'll you see lover I like both sexes. I've been with girls and I've enjoyed it very much and I've been with men and with the right man like you I've enjoyed them as well. If I had to make a choice then I would chose a man that is caring and loving and not afraid to show his sensitive side." She told me as if she was telling me a secret. 

My ears picked up when she said she had been with other women sexually. I mean most men are turned on by the image of two women making love. My ears also picked up on the fact that she put me in the same category of men she liked being with so I asked. "You see me as that kind of man. 

"Of course I do honey. You're so sweet and kind and a very gentle lover. But you also have a few faults. Like your obsession with cloths. I mean look, you got so upset about wearing my underwear. They're nothing more than clothe to cover your private parts. They're just like yours only made with different material." 

"I guess your right about that but they were made for girls. I don't want to seem like a pansy with you." I told her.

She kissed my cheek and said. "I'll never think of you as a pansy, so don't feel like you have to get all macho for me. I was attracted to you sensitive side. And to tell you the truth having you wear my panties is turning me on." 

"Really, why would you be turned on by me wearing your panties?" I asked. 

Before answering me she kissed me deeply and passionately. "I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with my desire for girls or because they're my panties, but I know my pussy is leaking right now and it has been since you let me put them on you." 

To demonstrate she wasn't lying Angie took my hand and slid it into her panties. The instant I touched her soft folds I could see she was quite wet. When I felt for her clit, it too was hard. She also gasped when I touched it. Once I started fingering her clit and vaginal lips Angie removed her hand from her panties and her hand went to cover my cock through the panties I was wearing. I was surprised I was already hard. 

She started to stroke my cock through the satin panties while I continued stroke her clit. I'm not sure who was moaning louder but it was Angie who started shaking first. She came quickly on my finger, but I didn't stop at just one. Our moans were only stifled by the short sweet kisses we shared. 

I'm sure I brought Angie to three or four orgasms before I finally succumbed to my own. With Angie's help I erupted in the panties as another orgasm ripped though me. When she finally had me milked out, her hand slowed to a stop. She then pulled my head so we could kiss and I could feel the wetness of my semen on her fingers.

After we share a long deep kiss she said. "See lover wearing panties can be fun. But now you have to get cleaned up and I have to find you a new pair to wear." 

After cleaning myself in the bathroom I came out to find Angie sitting on the side of the bed. In her hand she was holding a pair of yellow satin and lace panties. Where the white ones I wore early were kind of plain and with the exception they were made of satin they didn't look all that feminine. The pair she was holding screamed femininity. They were high cut and the leg openings had a small lace boarder on them. There was a lace panel in front like the pair Angie was wearing. I probable should have put my foot down and I did right into the waist band of the panties. 

Once I was wearing the panties she also changed my camisole to a matching yellow one. She told me they came as a set and I should wear them as such. After blowing out all the candles we climbed back into bed and snuggled up together. A few minutes later I was sleeping peacefully. 

Chapter Five

I woke up to Angie kissing my ear. It was actually a very nice way to wake. Once I was awake we went in and showered together. Unfortunately Angie was in a hurry to get on the road so we didn't do anything sexual. 

To shave that morning I had to use one of her pink disposable razors and a feminine style shave gel. It had a peachy scent to it but what else could I do. I also had to use her shampoo, which had a flowery scent and her antiperspirant. I was sure by that point I smelt like a girl without the heavy scent of perfume. 

For some reason I spent more time in the bathroom than Angie did. When I walked into the bedroom I saw on the bed a pair of black panties and a matching camisole plus a pair of black leather pants and a black wool turtle neck sweater. I had assumed this was for Angie but as you might have guessed it wasn't. 

She came into the bedroom carrying two large mugs of coffee. She was already dressed in a one piece black leather sleeveless jumpsuit. The pants of the jumpsuit were so tight in looked like Angie had been pour into them to get them on. The top was loose enough so she could wear a wool sweater that looked like the one on bed. 

She handed me one of the cups of coffee and said. "Come on and get dressed honey we're burning daylight." She gave me a light pat on my butt to hurry me along. 

I guess you could say I was pretty whipped by this point, as I didn't even question putting on the panties and camisole. The sweater had a definite feminine smell to it that I later learned was a sachet that Angie kept in her draws with her clothes. The sweater was tight on me and it only came down to just below my navel. I realized this was one of the newer style sweaters all the girls were wearing. You know the type that leaves part of a girl's tummy exposed 

After putting on the sweater I took the leather pants and went to put them on. That's when I noticed the zipper and the waist snap was on the side over one of the legs. I realized that the pants were woman's pants and I immediately balked at this. 




Jackie Pt. 02



Chapter Six

Angie woke me at five in the morning. Normally I didn't get up for work until six so I could be at the office by eight. This morning I had to go home and get dressed for work, as I didn't bring anything with me on Saturday. 

After getting out of the shower Angie handed me a pair of white panties and said. "Will you please wear these today? I want to know you pretty dick and balls are being caressed by my satin panties." 

I was a little leery of this so I said. "What if someone sees them, I would be a laughing stock." Even as it came out of my mouth I knew that argument wouldn't hold water. 

"Oh come on Jack how many times has some one at the office seen your underwear. Unless you and a few of the other guys in the library get it on when no one is looking." I couldn't help laughing at her comment. Of cause I put on the panties and a matching camisole. 

I dressed in the clothes I had worn on Saturday, as they were now clean. That is all except for the boxers that miraculously disappeared. I had a feeling Angie threw them out though she wouldn't admit it. 

After getting dressed Angie showed me what she would be wearing under her suit. She had on a lavender bustier and thong style panties of the same color. Tan stockings that were held up by the garter straps on the bustier. The heels she was wearing were three inch tall pumps with a small cutout at the tip of the shoe. I knew I wouldn't stop thinking about her unmentionables all day. 

We kissed good bye by the door before I left for my own drab apartment. When I got there I quickly changed into a suit that I normally wore. I had thought about taking off the panties and camisole but very quickly decided against it. I wasn't worried Angie would check. I just didn't see any reason too. 

Before I left my apartment I ordered a large bouquet of flowers over the Internet. I had them delivered to the office with a card that read, "To the woman who changed my life. All my thanks, Jack." I figured the card was discreet enough where no one would know it wasn't between an employee and his supervisor. After all at work she did change my life. 

I arrived at work at exactly eight o'clock, which was my normal time. Angie always arrived at eight thirty, which was a half hour before the office opened at nine. I arrived first to start the coffee pot in her office and on occasion she would bring in either bagels or croissants. 

When Angie arrived she was carrying donuts something she never brought in before. "Sweets for my sweetie." She told me after looking around to see if anyone was in the office. Then she grabbed a hand full of my right ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. If she was trying to be discrete she was doing a poor job of it I thought. 

At nine o'clock we got down to business. We really didn't have a hard day, as most of the cases Angie was assigned to where either in negotiations or waiting to go to court. And our next court date wasn't till after the Thanksgiving holiday. She still had other cases she was working on but nothing that need to be concluded in hurry. 

Angie was off talking to one of the partners when the receptionist walked in carrying the bouquet I had ordered. "Nice touch Jack and congratulations on your promotion." She told me as she handed me the bouquet. Obviously she had read the card. I was glad I didn't put anything too endearing on it. 

When Angie came back and saw the bouquet she said. "Jack you shouldn't have." She went to the bouquet and read the card before coming over to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. She checked again to see if anyone had entered the room which we both knew no one had, "Is this for the promotion or the weekend?" 

"Both though if anyone here asks it's for the promotion. I'm so happy to get this position." I told her. 

Angie took my hand and gave it a squeeze before saying. "I have a few more positions I'd like to see you in." 

"MM sounds like fun may I ask what are they?" I said as quietly as I could. 

She gave my hand another squeeze and said. "You'll have to wait and see love now get back to work." She did give me another peck on the cheek before letting me resume my work. 

At noon Angie had lunch brought in for us then at one she left for an appointment. I wasn't sure what this was about as it wasn't on the calendar I kept for her. This wasn't unusual, as she had done this often in the past. They were usually made by one of the partners during the day in question. She was back by four and went straight to work. 

Angie and I worked until seven that night as she told me she didn't want anything getting in the way for this weekend. She said she had a new lover and she wanted to make sure she had the whole weekend open so she could play. It was strange how she seemed to worry that someone might overhear us. 

We went to dinner at her choice of restaurant, which she also paid for. When I complained that she said the next time out I could pay she said, "You did my love remember breakfast Saturday morning." That's the way she was she would live up to her obligations just not the way I expected. 

After dinner we went back to our cars held each other and kissed for several minutes till I asked. "May I come over tonight?" 

She thought for only a second and said. "No my love, lets wait till this weekend. If we make love tonight it will be hurried and I want our time together to be special. We'll have all weekend to play." 

We kissed for a few minutes more before she said. "I have a present for you." 

She pulled away and opened the trunk to her car. Inside I saw a box wrapped with pink paper and a big satin and lace ribbon and bow. It looked quite feminine and if any one at work saw me getting it I would be very embarrassed. I guess that why she waited till after dinner to give it to me. 

"Go on honey take it.' She said pointing toward the box. 

The box was fairly big, at least two feet long a foot wide and eighteen inches tall. When I pick up the box it was not that heavy, but there was some weight to it. As I picked it up I asked. "What's this for." 

"Because I care for you very, very much and because you gave me flowers. I don't get flowers very often." She told me as she helped me open my trunk. When I asked what was in it she said. "When you get home you can look in it, not before. I'm sure once you look in it you'll know exactly what it is and what its for." We then kissed good night for several minutes before finally going our separate ways. 

When I got home I set the box on the floor by my sofa before getting myself something to drink. I changed into a pair of sweat pants but decided to leave the panties and the cami on till I took my shower. I mean it still felt nice wearing it. 

I sat on the sofa and pulled the satin and lace bow until it came free. I opened the box and found a jewelry box. Inside the box were six sets of cufflinks. I though this was odd as all my shirts had buttons on the cuffs. 

Under the jewelry box was a layer of tissue paper. When I pulled it away I understood why she gave me the cufflinks. Under the tissue paper were ten new white shirts. They were very expensively made twill shirts. 

Under the shirts was another layer of tissue paper. Under that was what I had expected. There were twelve panty and cami sets in just about ever color imaginable. At first I thought I couldn't possible wear some of them as they would show right though my shirts, but then I remember the shirts Angie had given me. They were thick enough where nothing at all would show beneath them. Obviously Angie had thought this out. 

Under the fourth layer of tissue paper I found twelve short nightgowns with matching panties. They were just like the ones I had worn on Sunday night. Under that layer was another layer of something I hadn't worn before. There were twelve garter belts that matched the panty and camisole sets I had seen earlier. There were also twelve pairs of stockings. She hadn't asked me to wear those yet but I was sure it was only a matter of time. 

I put all the clothes back in the box and thought about the situation. No longer was I wearing Angie's clothes for Angie to turn her on. Now I had my own lingerie that she wanted me to wear. Oh sure Angie bought them but knowing her they were mine now. This changed every thing. 

Before my thoughts could get too organized the phone rang. I knew it was Angie before I even picked up the phone. "Hi love did you like the present." 

"Yes it was very thoughtful of you but I have a question." Angie didn't interrupt as I continued. "I thought I was wearing your panties and camisoles for you because it turned you on." 

"Oh you were sweetie." She said, "But I saw how much you enjoyed them so I got you your own wardrobe to wear. Besides we went through so many sets this weekend I have to wash almost everything I own. This way you won't have to wait for me to give you a set to wear you can pick out what you like." 

"But does that still turn you on?" I asked. 

"Of course it does sweetie just thinking of you sitting in your room wearing sexy lingerie has got me positively dripping." She told me breathlessly. When she continued she whispered like she was afraid some one would hear, "In fact I was going to diddle myself, but I want to save it for when were together. Will you save yourself for me too love?" 

After I told her I would she said. "Now remember if and when you wear the stockings and garters you should wear your panties over the garters. This way you'll be able to take them off when you have to go potty." 

By the time we said good bye I was once more convinced I was wearing the lingerie for Angie even though they were actually my own. After taking a shower I slipped on one of the new night gowns and panty sets before climbing into bed. It wasn't until then I realized how lonely my life was without Angie in bed with me. 

When I woke the following morning I dug into the box for a panty and cami set to wear that day. I also pulled out one of the new shirts and a pair of cufflinks. When I came home that night I would have to find a place in my dresser for these new cloths.

I choice a beige colored set with red roses and green leaves. I hoped and prayed the shirt hid what I was wearing. After putting on the new shirt I looked myself over. Thankfully the shirt did just as I had hoped. You couldn't see a hint of the cami under it. 

I looked at the stockings and garter sets and thought about putting them on. They intrigued me, but at the last second I decided against it. I guess you could say I chicken out. 

When I got to the office that day Angie asked me in a whisper what I decided to wear. I told her also in a whisper what I had on. She seemed disappointed I didn't wear the stockings and matching garter belt. The next day I wore the stocking and garters, which Angie was quite thrilled over. 

The week went very slowly. We really didn't have much to do in the office so mostly it was make work. Still we worked till seven before going to dinner together. Then we would kiss in the parking lot till neither one of us could stand it any longer. We parted ways two very excited people. 

Thursday while we waited for our dinner to come and while Angie popped the garters that lay under my pant leg, something she had grown to love doing she said. "When you come over tomorrow don't forget to bring a suit to wear on Monday. This way you won't have to go home before going to work." 

"I guess I should bring plenty of lingerie too. I'll have to wash some tonight when I get home." I told her. 

"Definitely wash them but you don't have to bring any with you. I bought you a second set to wear when you at my house. No sense carrying them from one place to the other all the time." She told me just before our meals arrived. 

After the waitress left I asked. "You bought me a second set?" 

"Yes and I bought quite a few for myself. I also bought you a few dresses and some pretty skirts and tops to wear. After all you can't live in your lingerie all the time. Now please love lets discuss this tomorrow where no one else can hear, unless you want other people knowing what you are wearing." 

That shut me up pretty quickly. I didn't get to ask her anything after dinner either as we spent most of our time making out in the parking lot until we were both shivering from the cold. I went home that night wondering how this weekend was going to turn out. 

Standing outside the asshole's window while my wife was sucking his big cock I remembered that was the first time I saw his truck. It didn't look as bad as it did the day I followed my wife to his house but it was already showing signs of wear. Of cause I didn't pay it any attention that day. Kind of like the mile makers you see on the highway. You know they're there but unless you looking for it you don't see it. I remembered that it was coming toward me as I was driving to Angie house. The truck was coming up the road I had to take to get to her subdivision. 

Chapter Seven

On Friday Angie had an appointment at one down at the courthouse. Seeing it was more or less a social call she left me at the office. She told me I could leave at five and come right over. She knew I already had my suit in the car for Monday. 

Believe me five o'clock couldn't come soon enough but of course the afternoon dragged on and on. I though about leaving early but that would have put me at Angie's house early, and if she wasn't at home I would have to wait outside. I'm sure that would have made me look desperate. So at exactly five o'clock I made a mad dash to my car.

When I pulled into her drive way Angie's car was already there. After getting my suit I walked up to the door and rang the door bell. I waited patently but there was no answer. After a few minutes I rang the door bell a second time. A minute or so later Angie opened the door. 

She looked disheveled. Her hair was wild looking, like she had not brushed it all day. Her makeup was streaked and her lipstick was smudged. Even the robe she was wearing looked like she had thrown it on in haste. 

"Sorry Jack I got home early and decided to take a nap. Please come in." She told me as she stepped aside to let me in. 

As soon as I walked in the door Angie hugged me tight as if she was afraid of something. She also seemed like she was getting her bearings. After hanging on to me for a minute or so she said. "Let me pop dinner into the oven and we'll go up stairs." Still slightly out of it Angie staggered toward the kitchen. A few minutes later Angie came back in to the hall and led me up the stairs by wrapping her arm around my waist. 

When we entered the bedroom I saw the room looked a mess. The bed spread was thrown on the floor and the sheets on bed were all bunched up. The top mattress was slightly askew. Before I could take in the rest of the room Angie started stripping off my suit. 

When she pealed off my shirt her hands were all over me. She rubbed her hands over the red satin cami I was wearing making sure to rub the material over my chest and she playfully pinched my nipples. When she unbuckled my trouser and let them fall to the floor she rubbed her hand over my panty covered bottom while she kissed me passionately. 

When she pulled her lips from mine she said. "You look so sexy in your lingerie I hate to take it all off, but we must get you in the shower as I'm sure you need your legs shaved." She reluctantly finished undressing me then took me in to the bathroom.  

On the bathroom vanity I saw an empty disposable douche like the one she used last Sunday after we made love. I couldn't imagine it had been there that long so I assumed she had used it recently. Before I could noticed anything else about the bathroom Angie pulled me into the shower.

In the shower we kissed and washed each other. I made sure to get all the smeared makeup off Angie's face. We also made sure our private places were very, very clean. That was the first time Angie ever touched my ass hole. She rubbed the soapy washcloth over it for several minutes while she kissed me deeply. I can't say that wasn't pleasant though I wondered why it felt so good. I mean a straight guy isn't supposed to like that sort of thing. 

After we were as clean as we could get Angie grabbed the pink disposable razor and her shave gel and went to her knees in front of me. After pulling me out of the direct spray of the shower head she applied shaving gel to my left leg before she slowly shaved my leg with long strokes. It was quite erotic to watch and it felt really good too. I could honestly say I could've gotten a hard on from it, but I had gotten hard on the drive over and my erection had not gone down since. 

After the fronts of my legs were done she went after my genitals. At first she shaved the pubic bone area before she started on my balls. I don't mind saying having the razor that close to my scrotum was nerve racking, but Angie shaved me without nicking me in the slightest. She even had me raise my one leg so she could shave the area between my scrotum and my asshole. 

Once my front was done Angie turned me around and started on the back of my legs. She even covered my butt with shave gel and shaved it as well. I had expected this but what she did next surprised me completely. 

Once she was done shaving my bottom half Angie put down the razor and started kissing my ass cheeks. Her lips moved over both cheeks and I even felt her lick each cheek several times. What really shocked me was when I felt her tongue slip between my cheeks. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my lips, which told Angie I liked how her tongue felt. 

She didn't stop there either. Once she saw I like her tongue between my cheeks she went deeper and soon she was running her tongue over my anus. That felt wonderful and confusing at the same time. I was confused because I wasn't gay but was moaning as her tongue licked at my hole. God it felt so good and yet so wrong. 

Angie kept up her assault on my anus as I moaned and yes even a squeal leaped from my lips. It felt so good I nearly melted from the pleasure her tongue was giving me. That was until I felt her tongue trying to pierce my hole. 

When I felt her tongue try to push its way into my hole I clamped my anus shut to keep her out. That was just wrong, she shouldn't do that. Angie was persistent. After trying to push her tongue into me and finding no success she took my balls in hand and started playing with them. This caused me to relax enough to let her tongue slide into me. I can't tell you how good that felt and I squealed like a girl as her tongue pumped in and out of me. 

When I thought I couldn't take any more and I was going to pop Angie pulled her tongue from my ass and spun me around. This time there was no licking of my balls or my shaft. This time Angie took my cock straight into her mouth and started sucking like there was no tomorrow. Her mouth moved like lighting as her left hand caressed my balls. 

Her right hand, which had stayed on my ass cheek, slowly started sliding over toward the crack between my cheeks. Less than a second later her finger were touching my anus in a very sensuous way. I could actually feel my anus start to open for her finger. 

When I felt her finger pierce my opening I groaned out as my orgasm hit me. Instantly I was pumping squirt after squirt into Angie mouth. She in turn started fucking my ass with her finger before adding a second one. I swear it was the strongest orgasm I ever had. It felt like I squirted a quart of semen into her mouth. 

Before I could completely recover from my orgasm Angie was kissing me. When her tongue slid into my mouth the sperm load I had just pumped into her mouth flowed into mine. I guess I didn't cum a quart like I thought but it was a very generous amount. 




Jackie Pt. 02



Once we had swallowed my sperm Angie pulled her lips from mine and said. "I see you enjoyed have your ass played with. I think we should explore that in greater detail. Don't you honey?" 

As she turned off the water to the shower and started pulling me out I said, "I don't think that's a good idea." 

"Why on earth not baby. I could tell you liked it. I never heard you squeal before like you did in there. Surely you must have loved having my tongue and finger in your bottom?" 

How could I possibly tell her I didn't like it when every thing point toward the fact I did? With no other argument I went for the logical argument. "It felt good but it's a gay thing. Only gay men find that kind of stimulation pleasurable." 

Angie giggled as we toweled each other off. She then smiled down at me and said. "Honestly you say the funniest things. Do you actually believe a straight man's anatomy is any different than a gay man's anatomy?" 

"Well I guess not but gay men are different." I told her even though I knew I was losing this argument.

"Of cause they're not honey. What a gay man finds pleasurable a straight man should also find pleasurable. It just depends on who they're seeking that pleasure from. Now please shave extra close so I don't feel any stubble. Mean while I'll get your clothes ready." 

It took me about ten minutes to shave and dry my hair. In that time Angie not only got the clothes out she wanted me to wear but she also striped and remade the bed and got dressed herself. 

When I came into the bedroom she was wearing a silk black dress that was extremely short. It had a loose fitting skirt and a plunging neck line that showed a lot of cleavage. She had on three inch stiletto heeled sandals. Her hair was brushed out like it normally is with plenty of curls cascading down her back. She was sitting at her makeup table making up her face. 

When she noticed me in the room she said. "Have a seat on the bed love and I'll be with you in a few minutes. I need to take dinner out of the oven and let it cool then I'll be back to help you dress." 

I sat on the bed like I was told and looked around to see what clothes she had in mind. As far as I could see there wasn't anything out that I could wear. But Angie didn't give me much time as she came back in only a few minutes carrying two glasses of wine. 

After handing me a glass of wine she went to her makeup table and picked up something before coming back to sit on the bed next to me. She took my hand in her and said. "Jack honey I have a confession to make. As I told you before I like both sexes. As far as men are concerned I could take them or leave them. 

"I don't like the way they always think they can tell me what to do or how to act. I like being the one in charge and most men can't handle that. Women on the other hand are different. They usually don't mind following my lead. Besides that, they are more fun to be around. I guess that's why I haven't married yet. I can't find the kind of man I'm looking for. The kind that has all the qualities I look for in a woman yet is still a man." 

When Angie stopped talking I thought this was the brush off. I had seen it before and I knew she was telling me it was over. I didn't say anything, as I was afraid she would end it right then. 

Angie was silent for a minute or two before she said. "What I'm trying to say is I like you a lot and I would like to continue our relationship. I think you could be just what I'm looking for in a man and girl. You very smart and you don't mind taking orders from me. You don't mind when I decided where we should eat or where we should go. You seem quite happy letting me lead you." 

I saw this as an opening so I said. "I don't mind you telling me what to do or where we should go. I really like you to and I would hate if we ended our relationship."

She squeezed my hand and said, "I would hate it to love, but there are a few things I think you have a problem with. Like who pays for what. You always complain when I pay for dinner, when we both know you can't possible afford the restaurant we go to."  

I was about to tell her I could live with that but she silenced me with her finger to my lips and said. "Also your reluctance to do things we both know you like because you think they're gay. Sweetheart I know you not gay and so do you but if you enjoy something and it doesn't hurt you, you should do it. Like earlier in the shower we both knew you loved having my tongue on your pretty asshole and you loved having me finger fuck you back there. But you had to say you're not gay and it spoiled the moment for me." 

"I'm sorry I didn't want you thinking I was weird." I told her. 

Angie giggled and said. "Honey if I thought that was weird I wouldn't have done it. I enjoy giving you pleasure as I know you enjoy giving me pleasure. You know I get turned on when you put on sexy girl's clothes for me, which was why you started wearing them. Now I'm sure you also like wearing them. Do you?" 

This would be the first time I had to admit I like wearing them so I said. "I like wearing the lingerie you gave me. They feel good but I really like it that you want me to wear them." 

Angie leaned over and kissed me for a second or two before she continued. "I know you do love now if we continue this relationship I want you to be as much a girlfriend as a boyfriend. That means when I want my girlfriend I want her every bit a girl. That means you have to do your nails, fingers as well as toes. Your face has to be made up like I make up my face. You also must act like a girl so no one can tell you're not a real girl. 

"When I want a boyfriend then you must act like the man you are. If it bothers you I pay for our meals or what ever else we buy then I'll give you the money to pay but no more questioning who pays for what. Of cause you will do everything I tell you and at least try every thing I want you to try. That means no more telling me you're not gay, as I know you not. Doing things you think only a gay man would like, can be very pleasurable. Is this agreeable to you?" 

I probable should have walked out at that point or at least told her no way do I agree with her. To prove how whipped I was I said. "I think I would like that." 

Angie smiled her warm wonderful smile and said. "I was pretty sure you would love so let's get you dressed and then I'll teach you how to put on make up and do your nails" 

Angie took my hand and pulled me gently to one of her dressers and said. "This dresser belongs to you. In it I have put all kinds of lingerie that you can wear. From this moment on you will only wear lingerie even under you male clothes." 

She went though the draws showing me everything she had bought. There were panties galore, well over thirty pairs of them. There were camisoles and teddies as well as garter belts and stockings. There were also corsets bras and bustier. I wasn't sure about those, as I didn't have any breasts. Everything in the dresser was made of either satin lace or silk or a combination there of. 

When she was done going though the draws she took me into a walk in closet. In there she showed me dresses skirts and tops to go with the skirts. There were a few jackets as well as a few coats. There were at least ten pairs of heels on the floor and she told me that the number of pairs of heels would grow once she learned my perfect size. Through all this I didn't see a single thing a man could wear. Obviously Angie was ready for this. "We will get to you male attire in due time I wanted my girlfriend to come first. You'll find that you will be my girlfriend far more than my boyfriend." 

Angie picked out a red silk dress and a pair of two-inch heels and said. "Come along Jackie. Let's get you dressed for dinner. Oh by the way you girl name will be Jacqueline or Jackie for short. I think that will be easy to remember don't you?" Of cause I agreed with her how could I possible say no. 

After laying the dress on the bed and the shoes on the floor she went over to the dresser, or should I say my dresser. She pulled out a pair of panties, stockings a bra and a waist cincher with garters attached.

She handed me the stockings and said. "You know how to put these on by now don't you." Of course she knew I did. 

While I put on the stockings she went over to her dresser and pulled out a box plus a white tube. When I had the stocking on she said. "You don't have to glue these on all the time, but when you're going to be a girl for a few days I want you to glue them in place. Now watch what I do." 

She opened the box and pulled out what looked like a breast. It had the same shape as a breast and there was even a nipple and an areola that was darker then the rest of the breast. She told me it was a breast form for women that lost their breast from cancer. 

I watched as she applied glue to the back of the breast form before placing it on my chest. The glue was cold and so was the breast form but I was told that it should warm up with my body heat. 

Once she had the first breast form where she wanted it she told me to hold it in place while the glue cured. She then applied the second form to my chest. While I held the breasts in place she wrapped the waist cincher around my middle and zipped up the front. She then went around back and started pulling on the laces till the cincher was quite tight. 

Once she had the cincher as tight as she could make it she said. "That will pull you sides in and give you the hourglass figure all us girls want. I bought you several and I think you should wear one all the time, even at work. They will train you body to give you the shape without it, at least for a while." 

By the time she had the waist cincher tighten the glue that held the breast forms in place was dried so I was able to attach my stockings to the garters. The panties came next and then she gave me the bra.

Seeing I never worn a bra before I wasn't sure on how to put it on. It looked simple enough but I couldn't get the clasps to connect with my arms bent around behind me. Angie giggled for a minute or two before showing me the easy way to put one on. Once she showed me to put it on backwards then once the clasps are connected turn it around and slide you arms though the straps it made more sense and it was a hell of a lot easier.

Once the bra was in place Angie put her hand on the satin covered breast forms and said, "MM very nice, they look so real once you're wearing your bra. I thought the B cup size would be too small, but on you they're just right. They're big enough to give you a womanly shape but not too big to draw unwanted attention to them." 

After Angie massaged my breast for a minute or two she handed me my dress. I was going to pull it over my head like a shirt but Angie stopped me and told me a real girl would step into it so she didn't mess up her hair, as most all girls would have her make up and hair done before putting on her dress. 

I put the dress on as instructed and Angie helped zipping up the zipper. The dress was rather short but no shorter then Angie's was. Instead of the plunging neckline like Angie's dress the front of mine came up and wrapped around my neck like a collar. Angie told me it hid my Adams apple that girls don't have. It actually felt extremely comfortable and I kind of liked it.

As I was putting on the heels Angie said. "We'll start you off with two inch heels until you get use to them. Then you can graduate to a three inch and then a four inch. I want you in heels for the next day or so and the rest of the week you should wear them when you at home. By next weekend I would like to see you parading around in heels like you've worn them your whole life." 

The heels weren't that bad as I took my first steps. The wide heel gave plenty of support and seeing they really weren't that high I found walking in the rather easy. Of cause I took too long of a step and Angie quickly corrected me. Girls don't walk like truck drivers she said. 

We went down stairs to eat dinner. Even though the lasagna had been out of the oven for almost an hour it was still quite warm. Angie said it was the perfect food to teach me how a girl should eat. She cautioned me to take tiny bites of food and to keep my napkin handy at all times. I never noticed how differently a girl eats compared to a guy. Even drinking a glass of wine was different from the way you held a glass to the way you sipped from it. 

Seeing Angie had a glass top table she was able to see how I sat and she was constantly telling me to keep my legs together. I found this really difficult, as I never had to worry about it before. 

After dinner I did the dishes while Angie watched. I guess she wanted to make sure I did them the way a girl would but I really didn't think there was a difference. That was until I bent over to put a pan away and found out a girl bends at the knee not at the waist. 

Once I was done with the dishes Angie took me upstairs where she went to work on my hair. She told me everything she was doing so I could repeat it the next time. She then sat on my lap and started on my makeup. This she did with out me being able to see what she was doing. 

First she took a pair of tweezers and started plucking my eye brows. She told me seeing I had blond hair no one would notice the new shape. This took quite some time before she picked up an eyebrow pencil to darken my eyebrows. 

She put mascara on my eyelashes and then used eye shadow above my eyes. She applied a crème to my face and smoothed it on my cheeks and chin. She used rouge to highlight my cheek bones that I didn't have and ruby red lipstick on my lips. 

Once my face was made up she took my hands and glued on press on nails. After shaping them she started applying nail polish. This I watched as I was sure I would have to do it again myself. This took quite some time, as we had to wait for the coats to dry before she put on another coat. 

As a final touch Angie took out my small gold post and put in large hoop earrings in my ears. It was the heaviest thing I ever had in my ears and it felt like my earlobes were being pulled down by the weight. 

When she was finally done she looked me over and said. "I knew you would be pretty. I knew it when I first saw you."

Before I could ask what she meant she took me over to a full length mirror. What I saw staring back at me actually surprised me. I had thought I would look the same as I did before just with make up. But what I saw staring back at me was quite pretty. My face looked so much different then it did without the makeup. It actually looked very feminine. I was sure somebody could tell I wasn't a real girl but I sure couldn't. 

"Well what do you think Jackie?" Angie asked after I stared at myself for a while. 

"I think you did a wonderful job I didn't think I could look this good." I told her unable to take my eyes off the mirror. 

Angie slid her arm around my waist and said as she pulled me closer. "You look very pretty and I doubt anyone could tell you're not really a girl. But the real question is how do you feel about wearing a dress? If you're not comfortable in it I'm sure you'll give yourself away." 

I looked at myself in the mirror once more. I couldn't get over how feminine I looked. Not only that but I felt really comfortable dressed. It was odd how natural it all felt. It all felt some how right. 

"I know this is going to sound weird but I like how the dress feels on me. I like how I look and for some reason it feels right to me." I told her though I couldn't look her in the eye when I said it. 

Angie pulled my chin up and said. "Sweet love I knew you would feel this way. That's why I was so attracted to you." Before she continued we started to kiss me. 

We kissed for a long, long time and I was sure the lipstick we had on our lips was gone by the time our lips separated. As soon as Angie saw my lips needed repairing I was take back to the makeup table and shown how to put on lips stick. 

After my makeup was repaired Angie gave me lessons in deportment. I was taught how to stand several different ways from demure and innocent to provocative and alluring. I was also taught how to sit and where I should put my hands. I even worked on my voice till my female voice sounded sexy and slightly smoky. 

Through out the evening we kissed constantly and each time we were done kissing I had to repair my makeup. Not only my lips but also my eyes had to be redone, as did my cheeks 

Now you might think this would have been tedious, but it wasn't anything of the sort. I had fun dong it and it seemed like Angie was enjoying herself as well. Before either of us knew it, it was nearly three in the morning. 

Angie stretched and said with a slight yawn. "I guess it's bed time we can practice more tomorrow." 

Going to bed didn't mean we were going to sleep. After changing into nightgowns we lay on the bed together and were kissing almost instantly. Angie was in charge as she guided me into what she wanted. 

I made love to her breasts bring her to several orgasms with my lips and my tongue. She then had me go lower till I was licking her pussy and clit like it was my last meal. She even had me use my fingers to finger fuck her as I licked her clit to another orgasm. 

After Angie had cum on my tongue several times she looked down at me and said. "Honey do you remember what I did in the shower to your bottom. I would really like it if you would do me the same way." 

I was not surprised by her request. I would have bet money the moment she licked my ass I would be licking hers. To tell the truth I was looking forward to it as I had often thought her bottom looked so good and I had often thought it was made for kissing. Without the slightest hesitation I rolled Angie over on to her tummy and started kissing her perfect bottom. 

Her ass cheeks were as smooth as, well as smooth as a baby's bottom and her skin felt as soft as velvet. Kissing and licking her sweet cheeks wasn't what I would call a chore and in minutes I had covered her bottom in kisses and licks.

After her cheeks were thoroughly licked and kissed I went after the crack between her cheeks. As soon as my tongue made contact with her butt cleavage Angie moaned so sweetly I just had to continue. My tongue slid from the bottom near her wet pussy to the top where her cheeks came together. On each pass Angie would moan and I would go a little deeper. 

I thought her anus would have a foul odor but I was determined to give her the same pleasure she gave me. When my tongue touched her anal star for the first time I was surprised that it didn't have an odor of any sort. In fact it smelt and tasted slightly sweet like she had coated it with honey. 

As soon as my tongue touched her anus Angie pushed back with her hips and said. "Oh god yes Jackie lick my hole, fuck my hole with your sweet tongue." 

I really didn't think about putting my tongue inside her hole but I really didn't have much of a choice. As I was licking her tender opening it opened and practically swallowed my tongue. My tongue started going in and out of Angie's asshole while she squealed in delight and her finger danced on her clit. 

It wasn't long before Angie was gasping as another orgasm racked her body. I didn't stop my tongue's assault on her rear entrance as she humped my face with her sweet ass. 

Angie's orgasms seemed to hit her one right after the other for a good ten minutes while my tongue drilled into her hole. Finally she pulled off my face and begged. "Now Jackie give me your clit. Fuck my pussy with that sweet clit of yours." 

With Angie kneeling on the bed and her bottom staring me in the face I could only imagine she wanted it from the rear. I knelt behind her and pulled down the panties I was wearing enough to get my dick out. A second or two later I slid my manhood into her and she gasped for the first time. Her pussy was hotter then I ever felt it and her juices were running like a river. At the same time her hand reached back and started rubbing her clit as if it was on fire. 




Jackie Pt. 02



I didn't last long as I stared down at Angie's beautiful bottom. With in a minute or two as my mind thought on how I would love to fuck her bottom I shot my load into her sweet pussy. With the aid of her fingers Angie came as well with an ear splitting squeal that seemed to shake the windows in the room. 

Before my cock even started to soften Angie pulled off and fell flat on the bed. I stayed on my knees and watched as Angie came down from her orgasmic high. Her body shook and as it did so tiny little squeals would exited her lips. 

When I had thought she had passed out she rolled onto her back and said. "Please Jackie lick me clean like you did last Sunday. I love it when you clean me." How could I possibly resist her pleas? 

I cleaned out her pussy of the mixture of our love making. Each time my tongue entered her I felt her squeeze her muscles so another globule of pearly white cream would slide onto my tongue. This time Angie was far too exhausted to roll us over so she could sit on my face, I did my best to clean her love nest. 

After cleaning her pussy to her satisfaction she pulled on my head till I crawled up and we kissed. When she broke the kiss she said. "You are wonderful I'm so lucky to have found my perfect lover." I can't tell you how proud I felt at that point. We kissed for a few minutes longer before we fell a sleep in each other's arms 

The next morning I knew I should have showered before going to sleep. When I woke up my face felt like it had been coated in glue and allowed to dry. Also the odor of old sex seemed to be everywhere. 

As I tried getting out of bed Angie woke with the movements of the bed. She pulled me close to her and we kissed before she said. "God we need a shower don't we?" 

I laughed and told her that was where I was going. She said it was a good idea and she would join me. A few seconds later we were standing in front of the sink brushing our teeth. After that we jumped into the shower together and scrubbed each other clean with some sensuous play mixed in. 

While I shaved and dried my hair Angie went into the bedroom to get dressed. When I came into the bedroom she was sitting at her makeup table brushing out her hair. She still had not gotten dressed but I could see she had already done her makeup. 

"Just give me a few seconds love," She told me as she looked over her shoulder at me. "I'll be done in a second and the makeup will be all yours. While your waiting pick out something to wear." 

I was really at a loss on what to do. I was sure she wanted me to dress in girl's clothes but how. Did she want me to dress up like she did the night before or just in lingerie like we did last weekend? 

Angie could see my confusion and said. "That's okay honey you're still new at this, I'll get you something to wear. Here paint your toenails while you're waiting." She handed me the bottle of nail polish she had used on my fingernails the night before.

While I had watched Angie applying the nail polish to my fingers the night before I thought it was an easy task. I quickly found out that it wasn't as easy as it appeared. On my big toe I put it on way to heavy and it looked all streaky. I cleaned that off and tried to redo it. By the time I had the first coat done on all my toenails I probably did fifty or more nails. 

By this time Angie had finished with her make up and was starting to get dressed. She put on a pair of white lace and satin panties a matching bra and a pair of white athletic socks. She then slid on a pair of khaki pants and a V-neck cashmere sweater. 

By the time Angie was dressed I had two coats of nail polish on my toes to which Angie told me that was plenty and I should start on my makeup. She then started going through my dresser and pulled out what I was going to wear. 

It took me quite a while to get my makeup to where I thought it looked as good as it did the night before. My hair took me even longer. By the time I was done Angie had left the bedroom saying she was going to make coffee. As I turned to see what Angie had picked out for me I could see though she would be causal I would be far more restrictive in dress.

Instead of pants and a sweater I was given a skirt and a turtle neck sweater. Also there was my lingerie, a pair of panties bustier and stockings. The bustier would pull in my sides and give me the hourglass figure. There were garter straps hanging from the bustier to hold up my stockings. 

When I pulled on my skirt I saw it wasn't as short as the dress I wore the night before but it was still an inch or too above the knee. The sweater clung tightly to my torso, which showed off my fake breasts nicely. Once I had the sweater on I knew I would have to redo my hair and some of my makeup. 

Just as I was putting on the two-inch heels with the wide heel Angie came into the bedroom and said. "Oh good you're dressed. If you would please help me with the bed before we have breakfast." 

As we stripped the bed I asked with much good humor in my voice. "How come you get to wear pants and I have to wear a skirt?" 

Angie giggled and said, "For one thing you've only been a girl for a day I've been one all my life. I think it would be good for you to wear skirts as often as possible. This will strengthen your feminine side and repress you masculine side while dressed as a girl. The second reason is because I say so. Remember you agreed, I would lead and you will follow. What I say goes right?" 

I knew she had me by the short hairs; that's if I still had sort hairs. I also knew I didn't really care. I was starting to like the clothes I was wearing. After a week in lingerie I was quite comfortable in it. Now that I was wearing dresses and skirts I felt complete. 

When we were finished with the bed and had all the clothes picked up and put away Angie took my hand and we walked down the stairs together. As we started to descend the stairs she asked. "Did you enjoy using your tongue on my bottom last night? I know I enjoyed it very much."

"Yes I did." I told her quickly. 

Angie giggled and said in a whisper. "Did you also think about putting your pretty clit in my bottom too?" 

I was confused by this question. Sure she called my cock a clit the night before and it didn't affect me but now it bothered me. The night before I was aroused and so was she. If she had called it a pimple it wouldn't have bothered me. But now in the light of day and the fact I wasn't aroused any longer it bothered me. 

"Why are you calling my cock a clit?" I asked. 

Angie griped my hand and said. "Jackie sweetie if you're my girlfriend, how could you have a dick. Only boys have dicks us girls have clits. Isn't that right." 

"I guess so," I said though I wasn't sure I meant it. 

Angie smiled and said sweetly. "Would you like to answer my question now?" 

"Of course I would like to do your bottom. I mean who wouldn't." I told her. 

As we stopped at the bottom of the stairs she turned to me and said. "So your saying you would like to do my bottom with your clit, is that right?"

I realized she wanted me to call my cock a clit. I guessed it was another way of strengthening my feminine side so I said. "Yes I would like to do you bottom with my clit." 

I could almost see Angie jump for joy when the words came out of my mouth but she quickly said. "I would love that too honey. I love having clits and cocks and dick in my bottom. But I must ask, have you ever put your clit in someone's bottom before?" 

I almost said I had but I knew it would have been a lie. I also knew Angie would have known I was lying. Don't ask me why but I knew if I ever lied to Angie she would know I was lying. So I said. "No I haven't but I promise to be very gentle." 

Angie caressed my face with the tips of her fingers and said. "I know you would try honey but seeing you have no experience in that form of love making you won't know if you're hurting me until it's too late. No I think it's better if I show you what is like to be on the receiving end before I let you into the driver's seat." 

My feelings went from shear joy to sadness to out right shock in a matter of seconds. First I was going to fuck her in the ass and before I knew it she was going to do me that way. Then it dawned on me she couldn't possible do that. I mean she didn't have a cock or a clit big enough how could she fuck me that way. 

I realized she must have been joking with me and I quickly smiled and said. "I can't see how that's possible." 

Angie smiled her wonderful dazzling smile and said. "Oh anything is possible my love, but enough of taking about sex lets go and have breakfast." There was something in the way she said this that started me wondering just how she could bring this to pass. 

I didn't have much time to think this over as we quickly started making breakfast. While we ate I had to concentrate on what I was doing so I did everything the way a girl would do it. By the end of the meal I was quite proud of myself, as Angie didn't tell me once I did something wrong. The smile on her face also told she was pleased with me. 

"I see my girlfriend is coming along nicely. Your makeup is very good and considering you've only worn makeup for one day. I'd say you've done a splendid job with it. You also have your mannerisms down fairly well. I think it's time to step up you training. I think it's time to give you a little exposure." 

All of a sudden I didn't feel so proud. "What do you mean by exposure?" I asked and I'm sure she could hear the trepidation in my voice. 

"I think we should do what most girlfriends do together. I think we should do some shopping." She told me as she stood to take her dish to the dishwasher. 

"Wait you want me to go out like this? I mean where people can see me?" I asked once I picked my jaw off the floor. 

Angie giggled and said. "Of course I do love. That's what girlfriends do together. They go shopping to the movies and even to clubs for some dancing. I like you a lot Jackie but I don't want to spend every weekend I don't have to work cooped up in the house with you. Now come along put your dishes in the dishwasher so we can get our coats." 

I thought about saying no. I really did but I somehow knew that would be the wrong thing to do at this juncture. I was sure Angie was trying to push the limits to see how far she could push me. I also didn't want to take the chance she might decide I wasn't what she was looking for. I had grown quite fond of her and I might even say I was falling in love with her. I also knew I didn't want to jeopardize this relationship in anyway. With a slight smile on my lips I put my dishes in the dishwasher like I was told. 

We then went up stairs where I was give a leather coat to wear and a hand bag to put my belongings in. I switched my money driver's license and credit card to a woman's style wallet and put it into the purse. I also put in a compact and a tube of the lipstick I was wearing. Once we were ready to leave we went down and out to her car. 

I really hoped she would say she was kidding and she just wanted to see if I would go through with her idea but after we got in the car I knew this wasn't a joke. She really wanted to take me to a store. 

As she drove I could feel myself start to panic. It was like I had tunnel vision and all I could see was what was directly in front of me. Angie talked on and on about what she was hoping to find in the store but I couldn't hear her as my ears were ringing. 

How long it took us to get to the mall I couldn't tell you. It seemed to take forever, but at the same time it didn't take long enough. In fact I didn't even know we stopped till my door open and I heard Angie say. "Come on Jackie you can't stay in the car all day." 

As I stepped out of her car I felt my knees give way and only by Angie's help I didn't fall flat on my face. She wrapped her arm in mine and guided me toward the entrance to the mall. All around us there were kids yelling and girls giggling but it wasn't directed at me. In fact no one seemed to give me the slightest look. 

I really expected someone to shout out I was a guy dressed like a girl. I kept waiting to hear it but it never came. Even when we walked in the mall and started toward the back very few people gave us the slightest glance. 

As we walked down the walkway we looked in just about every store without actually going in. Angie rattled on and on about what looked good and what would go with what. I realized she saw I wasn't all there and she was trying to bring me around. Finally I started to listen to what she was saying and at the same time I could feel my racing heart slow to a steady beat. 

When I started answering her questions she said. "Are you okay now? I really thought you were going to hyperventilate on me." 

"I'm sorry I guess I was out of it for a while." I told her. 

"I'd say it was more of a panic attack. Now stop looking around like you've done something wrong. I swear you look like we're shoplifting. Act like you've done this your whole life and no one will even look at you twice. Well except all the guys that have been looking at us since we walked into the place." 

I looked around quickly as I asked. "What guys?" 

Angie stifled a giggle and said. "Just about every warm blooded straight male we past along the way. Now stop jerking your head around like that." I quickly calmed down enough where Angie thought we could go into a store together. 

She decided on one of the big named department stores that anchored the mall. As we entered the store she grabbed one of the shopping baskets and handed one to me. She then went straight to the lingerie department.

As a guy if I paid ten bucks for a three pack of boxers I would have felt like I was being ripped off. When it came to panties, at least the ones Angie was looking at twenty dollar a pair wasn't unreasonable. When you bought them as a set with the bra and garter belt you could pay three times that price. I wasn't sure if Angie even noticed the prices as she picked set after set and dropped them into my basket or hers. 

Once she had her fill of lingerie she went to the dress department and as always I was right behind. She quickly went through the racks picking out different dresses before asking me what I thought. She even held them up to me to see what I would look like in it. After she had a dozen dresses, five for her and seven for me we made our way to the dressing room. 

I had thought that trying on dresses would be a pain in the butt, but I actually started enjoying myself. I was actually disappointed when we ran out of dresses to try on. 

Two of the dresses Angie decided to keep I thought were too tight. There was a lump where no girl should have one. Angie told me not to worry, with the right undergarment I could easily hide what I shouldn't have. We left the dressing room with five dresses, two for Angie and three for me. We then made our way to the check out. 

I had thought our shopping was done but Angie informed me we still had to buy shoes and cosmetics. Plus there were still other stores we could look into. By the time we walked out of the mall it was five hours later. I was the proud owner of five new dresses twelve pairs of heels that none of which had a heel shorter than three inches. I also had a bag of cosmetics that weight almost twenty pounds by it self. I also had several new pairs of earrings, a ladies watch two bracelets and a bottle of perfume that cost forty five dollars an ounce. 

When we got back to the car Angie asked. "Well did you like shopping as a girl? I told you no one would realize you weren't a real girl." 

"It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it. But I do think you spent way too much money." I told her as we started out of the parking lot. 

Angie giggled and said. "It was quite a bit but I can afford it. Besides my girlfriend needed a new wardrobe and seeing I talked her into being a girl I should pay of it. Now remember what our agreement is. Don't worry, I'll probable never spend that much on you again, at least not at one time. Now I have two more stops to make before we go home." 

Angie next pulled her car into a parking lot behind a row of buildings. The building she went into had a name over the door but from where I was sitting I couldn't quite see it. She only spent a few minutes in the store before coming out with a small brown paper bag. Her next stop was to a Chinese restaurant to get take out. 

We went back to Angie's house and had dinner together before going to her bedroom where we put away the clothes we had just bought. Once everything was put away she took me in her arms and kissed me deeply before saying. "You were wonderful today. I was so proud of you once you realized no one could tell what you really are. I was wondering if you would like to go to a club with me." 

"What kind of a club?" I asked but I already knew I was going.

"The kind that has dancing. Girls dance together all the time right." She told me as she started taking off her clothes. There really wasn't any reason to discuss this as we both knew where she lead I would follow. 

After we were undressed we went into the bathroom together. She picked up a new disposable douche before saying. "You know as girls we have to clean out our pussy's on a regular basis or we could get infections. I think seeing you're a girl too you should have to do the same." 

I chuckled and said. "Angie no mater how much I look like a woman the one thing I would never have is a pussy. So what am I going to use that douche on?" 

The second Angie's hand touched my ass cheeks I knew what she was going to say next. "Well you have sort of a pussy already and I think you should clean it out too. I mean I would like it clean when I tongue fuck you again. I know how much you loved it when I did you yesterday." 

She was right I did love it and I would like her to do it again. So I asked. "You want me to use a douche on my bottom then." 

Angie knew she had me. She giggled and said. "It's called an enema but yes I want you to use one." 

Before I could answer Angie pulled out a plastic bag with a long tube attached. I knew what it was as soon as I saw it. She filled the bag with warm water and a few drops of soap. Before having me bend over the counter. 

I was probably more scared than I should have been. I really thought it would hurt when she pushed the nozzle into me. Surprisingly there was very little pain. When the water started entering my bowels I was overcome with a sense of euphoria. I thought if it felt that good I could handle it. 

The euphoric sensation didn't last all that long as a few minutes later my insides started to cramp. When I complained about the cramping Angie said I should be glad it wasn't menstruation cramps as they hurt worse and lasted a lot longer. 

I kept my silence from that point on till the bag finally emptied. Angie then helped me to the commode where I was allowed to remove the nozzle and let the enema vacate my body. At first I was relived it was over but that was short lived, as Angie informed me we would have to do it again. 

After three enemas Angie informed me I was finally clean. We then went into the shower were we washed up and Angie once more licked out my asshole now that I was properly clean. If that wasn't a good enough reason to get an enema nothing was. 

After both of us had explosive orgasms we stepped out and dried each other off. We then used a powder puff to powder our skin before Angie left the bathroom. I stayed behind to shave my face as close as I could with out nicking myself. 

When I came out of the bathroom Angie was just finishing up her makeup and started on her hair. She turned to me and said. "I have something for you that I think will help hide your clit so you can wear that black knit dress we bought today."




Jackie Pt. 03



Monday was a very depressing day. I knew I wouldn't be spending the night with Angie till the following weekend if we had it free. We had agreed it was just too time consuming for me to come over and still have to work the next morning. That morning I almost cried while I removed my press on nails. Angie consoled me by telling me the weekend was only five days away. 

Over the next few weeks we had developed a game plan. During the week we would go out to dinner each night and after the first week Angie gave me a credit card with my name on it so I could pay for our meals. She told me she didn't want anyone thinking I was a kept man. 

On the weekend I was always her girlfriend. We would shop together, go out to dinner and the movies together and often we would go out dancing together. The weekends were great and I basically survived the work week till I could put on a dress for Angie. 

Thanksgiving was wonderful as we had off from five o'clock the Tuesday before till nine o'clock on the following Monday. I spent the entire week end as Jackie. We fixed Thanksgiving dinner together and celebrated the holiday like we were family. When Monday came I was totally depressed and I think Angie was too but she never said anything.

Seeing the office would be closed for almost two weeks over the Christmas and New Year holidays Angie had decided to go away for that time. She had made her plans the previous June and of course her plans didn't include me seeing we weren't working together at the time. 

Angie told me she wasn't going with out me, but she had problems getting me on a flight. It wasn't until two days before her flight was to leave before she finally got me a seat. We had to scrabble to get packed in time, as we really didn't think we were going. 

For ten days I was Angie's boyfriend on a tropical island in the Caribbean. She wanted me as her girlfriend a few days but that wasn't possible as we couldn't explain where I came from. We were sure some one would have noticed the resemblance. 

Our last day on the island we were sitting having dinner on our patio when Angie took my hand and said. "Jack honey I think its time we start telling people at work we're dating. When we get back I'm going to tell my managing partner that we are a couple."

We had talked about this a few times over the last two months. I for one wasn't sure how it would be received. There was usually an unwritten rule that couples couldn't work together, but I never heard of it at our firm. I really thought Angie was taking a chance with her career. 

"I know I am sweetheart," She told me after I voiced my concerns. "But I want them to know about it before I ask you to move in with me. I don't want any surprises. Besides if they don't like it I'm more than willing to strike out on my own." 

I was completely stunned by her statement. Not so much about her striking out on her own, but that was surprising in and of it self. I was even more stunned by her statement about asking me to move in with her. I had hoped we would but I also thought that was wishful thinking. I never knew she entertained the thought too.

I was so stunned I didn't say anything for a few seconds so Angie asked, "What's the matter sweetheart don't you think I could make it on my own?" 

"Of course I do. You would be a success in no time." I told her before I asked, "Were you really going to ask me to move in with you?" 

"I've thought about it quite a bit these last couple of weeks." She told me as she squeezed my hand tighter. "I know you're very depressed when we have to go back to work on Mondays and I'll tell you I hate Mondays as much as you do. I think its time we live together. It really makes sense don't you think?" 

"Of course I think it makes sense but I'm pretty partial." I told her in jest. 

Angie laughed and said. "I am too my love. I'm partial to having you and Jackie around me all the time. I think you should move in next weekend though I want you to take the money you were paying for rent and put it toward your school loans. I can't see you paying all that interest when you don't have too." I couldn't have agreed with her more. 

The first day back in the office Angie went to her managing partner and told him we were seeing each other. Angie told me the partner couldn't have been happier and there was no reason to break us up. Word spread quickly through the firm that I had tamed the queen bitch, but of course it was she that tamed me. 

The following weekend I moved into Angie's house. I really didn't have all that much to move. Of course I had my clothes most of which Angie bought for me. Except for a few personal belongings everything else I either gave to some one else in my apartment building or just threw away. Angie hired a service to clean the apartment so I could get my deposit back. 

Two weeks after I moved in I found myself at home alone. It was a Saturday afternoon and Angie had a very important meeting with the partner from the firm. Every one at the firm knew it was the day they divided the spoils from the previous year and handed out bonuses to all the partners, junior partners included. 

Seeing I was home alone and would be most of the day I decided it was a good day to clean. The house wasn't that dirty but it needed a good dusting and vacuuming. I finished the down stairs in no time so I went upstairs to clean the bedrooms. 

As I was vacuuming the floor I found a pair of Angie's heels under the bed so I went to put them in her closet. As I walked it I realized it was the first time I had ever been in her closet. It was a large walk in closet with room to hang things on both sides of the door. In the back of the closet there were shelves for putting folded articles on. 

After putting the shoes where they belonged, my eyes drifted to the shelves. On one of the shelves I saw Angie's strap on harness and her cock. There were three other dildos on the shelf that I hadn't seen before. There was also a pair of fur lined handcuffs and several magazines. 

I picked up one of the magazines and noticed it dealt with cross dressing. I saw on the cover there were articles about make up tips for men. I figured this was where Angie had gotten all her information. I grabbed a few of the magazines and went back to the bedroom to look them over. I figured I might learn a thing or too. 

The first two magazines were very informative though I already knew most of what was written. The third magazine was informative as well though not in the same sense as the first two. The third magazine was called Sissy World and it told how to turn a man in to a sniveling sissy. 

The magazine had more pictures in it than actual words. In the pictures I saw men dressed in girls cloths some of which were very sluty looking. These men were being forced to do things with other men and their own women or mistresses as the called them in the magazine. These mistresses would fuck their sissies and make them have sex with other men. The mistress even had sex with other men while they berated their sissies, telling them they were worthless men. 

It was all pretty demeaning toward the sissy and I could see myself in their shoes or should I say heels. After all wasn't Angie doing much the same to me? Wasn't she turning me into a sissy? 

What was really odd was the fact that while I was disgusted with the pictures I was also turned on by them. From the moment I opened the magazine and saw the bound up sissy my cock became hard. My hands were also shaking each time I turned the page to a new set of pictures. That was how Angie found me.

I hadn't heard her come in to the house as I was on the second floor. She told me she tip toed up the stairs in case I had lain down for a nap. She found me lying on the bed still dressed in my short A-line skirt and crop top cashmere sweater. 

Before I even knew she was in the room she said. "Hi love, what do you have there?" 

She was standing next to the bed looking down at me. I closed the cover of the magazine and said with as much distaste as I could muster in my voice. "I guess it's your training manual." I saw recognition in her eyes the moment she saw the front cover. 

Most people would have denied knowing what the magazine contained. Others would have accused me of snooping into their personal belongings. Angie wasn't like most people she simply sat on the bed and picked the magazine. 

I watched as Angie went over her answer in her head. After a minute she said. "I'm sorry you found this. I really should have tossed it out the day I bought it." She pointed to the other magazines on the bed and said, "I thought it was like those, you know something to help with your girly side. I didn't know it was a sex magazine." 

Her reason sounded plausible and to tell the truth I wanted to believe her. I couldn't imagine the woman I love doing something like that to me. "You mean you don't want to do those things to me?" I asked hoping she would say no. 

"Oh no baby I would never do these kind of things to you." She told me. She then flipped open the book and pointed to a picture. The picture showed a sissy bound and gagged on his knees. The mistress was standing over him with a riding crop posed to strike his ass. You could see he had been hit several times already by the red streaks crisscrossing his ass. 

"Look baby," She said pointing to the sissy on the page. "Have I ever done anything like that to you?" Of course I had to shake my head no. "Don't you think I would have done it sometime in the last three months? Have I ever made you feel bad about wearing clothes I bought you and picked out for you?" Again I had to shake my head no. "Of course I haven't, I am so lucky you do this for me. I know you like it too but really you would never have started it if I didn't want you too." 

When I thought about it I could see she was right so I said, "I'm sorry Angie I guess I let my imagination run a way with me. You've never done any of those things to me and I'm sure you would have by now. I'm sorry I doubted you." 

"I'm sorry I kept this thing, tonight after we get back we'll burn it in the fire place together." She told me as she gave me a hug. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. 

"I'm taking you out to dinner tonight. I have some really good news and I want to celebrate" 

When I asked what the news was she wouldn't answer so I asked, "Where are we going and how should I dress?" 

By this time I was picking out my own cloths but I still had to ask how I should dress. Angie knew I was asking if I was going as Jack or Jackie. Even though she would always say it was my decision she would make her preference known. 

"As you know love I am as happy to be in Jack's company as I am in Jackie's but tonight I would like Jack to accompany me. This news concerns him as well." She told me with a kiss to my cheek. 

It took me a while to get ready. First I had to remove all my makeup and the nail polish I had put on the day before. My own nails had grown out and now I didn't have a need for the press on type unless I wanted really long nails. I also had to use the solvent to remove my breast forms. Of course I had to take a shower.

The clothes I wore now were so different from the ones I wore when I met Angie. The suit I was wearing cost three times what I would have paid for a suit. Angie insisted my suits be of high quality. I also wore high quality shirts but that was to hide the lingerie I wore underneath. My ties were made from silk instead of the polyester ties I wore before. In my ears instead of the gold start posts I wore before I now wore diamond studs that Angie gave me for a Christmas present. 

The pant legs of my suite were two inches too long but that was so they would hide the fact my shoes had a three-inch heel. That was so I was the same height Angie was when she wore heels. Angie wasn't bothered by my slightly shorter height but she said it would look better if we were the same height to others around us. 

Angie had also showered and changed for dinner. She wore a burgundy knit dress that stopped five inches sort of her knees. It had a plunging neck line and left the insides of her breast exposed for the entire world to see and it was tight enough to show off her figure to perfection. Around her neck she wore a gold heart shape locket that held my picture. The locket was a Christmas present from me. For shoes she wore a pair of burgundy pumps that had a three inch heel that was so thin you had to wonder how it could possible support her.

As always Angie drove her car to the restaurant, she loved driving and she would never give up the driver seat to anyone. I for one didn't mind as it gave me the chance to look at her while she drove. I know most guys would bristle at this but they weren't looking at what I was. 

The restaurant we went to was one of Angie's favorites. We were well known as we went to the restaurant once or twice a week for the last three months. Jackie had never been to the restaurant as I always showed up as Jack.

After checking our coats at the door Angie took my arm and we followed the mater'd to our table. A long the way she whispered, "Jack honey, order a bottle of Dom Perignon once we're seated." 

This surprised me. Normally Angie didn't drink champagne. She said it was for special occasions. Also she didn't order a Dom Perignon at the drop of the hat. This must have been a very special occasion. When I told the mater'd I wanted the bottle of champagne even he seemed surprised as it was the first time we ever ordered it. 

Once the wine was poured and our dinner orders were taken Angie picked up her glass and said. "Congratulations Jack you have been promoted to Senior Research Assistant." 

For a second I was taken aback. I had been promoted with out even knowing it. Then I realized by taking the position I would be going to work for one of the full partners instead of Angie who was a junior partner.

Angie saw my reluctance to pick up my glass so she asked. "What's the matter love don't you want the promotion?" 

"Not really, if it means I won't be working for you any longer." I told her. 

Angie smiled her warn dazzling smile and said. "I told them you wouldn't take the promotion and leave me so they told me I had to take my promotion too. I am now a full partner at Allen, Allen and Rogers." 

I was stunned by this news and said. "That's great Angie I so happy for you." 

"I'm happy for the both of us sweet heart and apparently I owe my promotion to you." She told me as she took a sip of the wine before continuing. "Apparently they were ready to have their first woman partner but not a lesbian. Once I told them we were seeing each other and we were living together they figure I really wasn't a lesbian and it was okay to promote me. As you can see if you hadn't come to work for me I wouldn't have made partner." I was sure that wasn't completely true but I really couldn't argue with her. We merely toasted to our mutual success. 

After a very enjoyable dinner we went dancing for an hour or two. After dancing we went home and made love like two teenagers who just figured out what sex was. We were still going at it when the sun started to rise in the east. By then we were so exhausted neither one of us had the energy to shower so we passed out as we were, covered with sweat and cum.

Two weeks later was Valentines Day. Seeing it was on a Saturday I thought I would do something special for Angie. I had an idea to dress up as a French maid and be her servant all day. Actually I got the idea from the Sissy world magazine. I remember seeing a picture of a sissy dress as a maid in the book. 

I really didn't know where I could find a maid's uniform but I had thought I could go to the store where Angie bought the gaff from. She had gone back a few times to buy more gaffs and she told me they had a large selection of clothing including costumes. 

I had procrastinated for so long, as I was nervous about buying a maid's uniform that I didn't get to the store till the day before Valentines Day. I can't tell you how nervous I was entering the store. In fact I sat in my car for about a half hour to work up the nerve to go in. After all, the store was supposed to cater to men that dressed up like women. I mean, what would I do if they realized the uniform was for me. I was planning on telling them it was for my girlfriend. 

After finally getting up the nerve to go in I walked into the store. The first thing to hit me was the smell. There was the pungent aroma of leather and the tangy scent of latex. Under those two scents was the smell of lavender and cinnamon. 

The part of the store I walked into was the back of the store where the sexual paraphernalia was on display. There were several strap-on harnesses on display each with a large dildo fully engaged. There were also a variety of dildoes and vibrators on display. 

As I walked further into the store I could see Angie was right the store was filled with all kinds of clothing. There also shoes that looked too big and too wide for women's feet but they did look like women's shoes. 

As I looked around for where the costumes could be I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to jump. When I turned around a very tall middle age woman was standing in front of me. She was well over six feet tall, with the heels she was wearing I say she was six three or four. She had beautiful long blond hair, pale skin, blue eyes and cherry red lips. Her smile was quite warm. 

I'm sure she saw the surprised look on my face as she said. "I'm sorry to startle you honey. There is nothing to be scare of in here, we don't bite I promises. My name is Anna is there something I could show you," She asked as she held out her hand for me to shake. 

"I was looking for um... a maid's uniform for um... my girlfriend." I told her haltingly. 

Anna's smile lit up her face as she said. "Mm you would look wonderful in a maid's uniform, French no" 

"No, I mean yes a French maid's uniform, but it's for my girlfriend not me." I told her nervously. 

Anna's right hand came up and she touched my left earring and said. "Of course it's for you girlfriend sweetie. Please follow me and I'll show you what I have." 

Anna walked past me and I step in behind her. She had an exaggerated wiggle to her walk that seemed to really get her hips moving. From the view I had she had a really nice bottom and with her long legs, it was an excellent view to follow. 

After we passed the leather section we walked into a section that had a wide selection of maid's uniforms. Anna stopped turned toward me and said, "As you can see we have an extensive selection of maid's uniforms. Now do you happen to know what size you, I mean your girlfriend wears?" 

"Yes she wears a size five in most things." I told her, which was the size I wore. 

Anna smiled and said, "Are you the same height." I nodded my head. "Was there any special style you were looking for or is this for Valentines Day." 

"It's for Valentine's Day. I doubt she'll ever wear it again." I told her. 

"That's sweet honey, I just happen to have a pretty little thing that was just perfect for Valentines Day." Anna looked through the rack of uniforms and finally pulled one out before saying. "Here it is and a size five just like you wanted." 

The uniform was made of cherry red satin. There was a heart shaped apron made from white lace. There was also lace around the collar and the cuff on the short sleeves. The skirt was positively micro in length and there was an underskirt made of several layer of stiff crinoline. It looked quite sexy and I quickly said I'd take it.

Anna smiled again and said. "I knew you would love it. Now would you like to try it on, Oh that's right it's for your girlfriend? You have to pardon me I am so use to men coming in and buying pretty things for themselves. You do know we cater to cross dressers don't you?" 




Jackie Pt. 03



"I've heard that, but I'm not one of them." I told her though I was starting to think she already knew the uniform was for me. 

She smiled knowingly and said. "Of course you're not sweetie." She then looked at the uniform and said. "I'll tell you one thing before I'd paid a hundred and twenty dollars for a dress I would want to try it on. I mean what could be worse then to plan a surprise for Valentines Day and the outfit not fitting. That would just ruin the day wouldn't it?" 

Of course she was right I would hate to get home and find I couldn't surprise Angie because the uniform didn't fit. I cussed myself for waiting too long. If I had come in a few days earlier I could tried it on at home and known if it fit or not. Of course I didn't say any of this to Anna. 

As if it just came to her Anna said, "I'll bet you and your girlfriend are the same size. I get a lot of fellows in here and I'm pretty good at sizing them up and I'll bet you and your girlfriend could wear the same size clothes. Have you ever put her jeans on thinking they were yours?" 

I quickly latched on to this as a way of trying on the uniform. "Oh I've done it a few times." I told her. 

Her smile broadened before she said. "And I'll bet they fit pretty good before you realized they were the wrong style?" After nodding my head she said, "Great why don't you take the uniform into the dressing room and try it on. If it fits you I'm sure it'll fit her." 

"I don't know, what if some one sees me," I asked trying to sound unsure, but inside I was more that willing to agree. 

Anna handed me the uniform and said. "I really think you should try it on. In fact I won't sell it to you until you do." After I took the uniform from her she practically shoved me toward the dressing room door. "Now you go in the dressing room and try it on, no one can see you. If you're not sure about the fit call and I'll give you my opinion." I was sure that wasn't going to happen. 

The door to the dressing room had a lock on it and I quickly locked the door. The room itself was fairly large for a dressing room. It was six foot by six foot and there was a large mirror on the wall to the left of the door. 

I looked around to see if there were any hidden cameras or peep holes someone could use to look in on me. I know I was being paranoid, but I never changed from a suit to a dress in a changing room before. Once I was confidant I wasn't being spied on I started removing my suit. 

I was already wearing stockings a garter belt, panties and a cami. In fact I've worn this almost since Angie and I started dating. So once I slipped on the maid's uniform I would know basically what it would look like. I knew I would probably wear a corset under it but that would change it very little. 

Once I slipped on the dress and got it zipped I could see it would fit me perfectly. It was a little loose in the chest but my B cup breast forms would fill that part nicely. As I had thought the skirt was extremely short, in fact I could see the tops of my stockings peeking out below the skirt. The crinoline made the skirt stand out almost horizontally though that added to the sexiness of the uniform. I could see the uniform was well made telling me it wasn't a costume but something that was meant to be worn often. Yes, I thought to myself, this is just what I wanted. I sure hope Angie liked me in it. 

After taking off the uniform and putting it back on the hanger I put my suit on. It was at that point, I heard Anna ask if everything was all right. I open the door before telling her everything was just fine. 

She took me back to the check out counter where I saw a corset in the same color red as the uniform. There was also a pair of red stockings and what looked like white lace cup. 

Anna picked up the lace cup and said, "This is the hat that goes with uniform. Under it I thought you might want to buy the corset and stockings that go with the uniform. As for a bra I don't know her cup size and I also don't know if you prefer French cut or thong style panties." 

For some reason I could feel myself start to blush as I said. "They're not for me." 

Anna chuckled and said, "Of course there for you. I don't know a single girl that wants a French maid uniform on Valentines Day. She wants candy jewelry or flowers. If you want her to wear this I suggest you get all three."

I realize what she meant and said. "The flowers should be delivered tomorrow and I already have a large heart shaped box of candy at home. I'm picking up a tennis bracelet after I leave here." 

"That's what I call the perfect man. Now will it be thong or French?" She asked as she showed me a pair of each. 

I really didn't need the corset panties or the bra but their color matched the uniform perfectly I just had to have them. I told her I want the French cut panties, as those were my favorite. She rang up the purchase after I told her my bra size then she put every thing in a gift box and tied it with a red ribbon. 

Once she had it packed up and she was handing me the box she said. "I hope you both enjoy it but don't be surprised if she tries to get you to wear it for her. Cross dressing can be quite fun for both parties." I thanked for her help and quickly left. 

I still had to stop at the jewelry store on my way home and I was already running late, though that wasn't a problem with Angie. After picking up the bracelet I drove home. When I got home Angie was in our bedroom so I was able to bring up the box with my maid's uniform and put it into the spare bedroom before she had a chance to see the box. 

When I walked into the bedroom Angie was sitting at her makeup table brushing her hair. When she saw me she asked. "There you are love did you get every thing taken care of?" 

I went to her kissed her lightly on the lips before saying. "All done do you want to go out to eat tonight?" 

"How about we order in. I thing I just want to relax in front of the TV with my favorite girlfriend." She told me as her hand came up and caressed my butt cheek. That is just what we did. 

As soon as I woke up Valentines Day morning I went to get out of bed but Angie stopped me and pulled me into her arms. We wished each other Happy Valentines Day, which we had done several times the night before just after midnight. Believe me I wasn't complaining and from what I could see neither was Angie. 

After we hugged and kissed for several minutes I eased myself out of her arms and said. "I have a surprise for you so don't get out of bed till I come back." 

"Okay sweetie but how long are you going to be. Mother Nature is calling?" She asked as I got off the bed. 

"It may take awhile probable forty five minutes to an hour." I told her. 

Angie looked at me as if I had lost my mind then said. "I hope you don't mind if I pee. I doubt I can last that long." I told her to go ahead but please get back into bed before I come back. I heard Angie giggle as I left the room. 

I had planed this out all week. I had put some makeup in the spare bedroom to use and the night before I put in a pair of red stiletto heeled sling backs. I had every thing I needed to transform myself into the perfect French maid. 

I had glued on my breast forms the night before and I had also put on press on nails so I could have really long finger nails. I had painted my nails a bright red that I had hoped would go with the red maid's uniform. My toenails were also painted the same bright red as I knew she would be able to see my toes through the stockings and the heels. 

It took me five minutes in the shower plus five minutes giving myself an enema. It took me another five minutes with my makeup and about ten minutes to get dressed. I had to take the corset off twice and retighten the laces before it was tight enough. Once I was dressed I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I was really hot. I looked good in the store but now I had makeup on and my breasts were in place I looked perfect. 

Once I had check myself out in the mirror I put the little cap on my head and grabbed the case with the tennis bracelet before leaving the room to go downstairs. It took me about twenty minutes to make Angie's breakfast and while I was cooking I also munched on this and that. 

It had taken me about an hour between the time I left the bedroom and when I walked back in carrying the tray with Angie's breakfast. A small brass bell and the case with the bracelet were also on the tray. As I came in carrying the tray the look on Angie's face was priceless. Her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth hung open like she was trying to catch flies. 

I tried faking a French accent as I said, "Good morning Madam I hoped you slept well. Your breakfast is ready."

I could see not only did Angie pee but she also showered and put on makeup. She was now wearing a new red nightgown that was so see through it left very little to the imagination. She sat on the bed and watched my every move in stunned silence as I placed the tray over her lap. 

When Angie could find her tongue she said. "My god Jackie you look fantastic. Where did you get that outfit?" 

I stepped back and did a pirouette and said, "Do you like my new uniform? Mister Jack bought it for me and said I am to wear it all day and be at you beck and call. He also bought you a present to honor this wonderful day." I told her as I pointed to the velvet covered box on the tray. 

Angie picked up the box and opened it. I could see she was quite happy with the bracelet and she said. "Mister Jack is a wonderful man. He's given me two wonderful presents. A French maid and a beautiful bracelet, to bad he isn't here to receive his present." 

"Mister Jack said he will be back on Monday but I am to keep you company until his return." I told her with a curtsey. 

Angie giggled at my curtsey before saying. "Well I'm going to make sure I give Mister Jack a very big present when he returns." 

"I'm sure that is not necessary, for Mister Jack loves you very much and your love is all he asks of you. Now please eat as it will turn cold." I told her. The love I saw in Angie's eye was more than I would ever need. 

While Angie ate her breakfast I went around the room picking up any loose items that needed to be put away. I also picked any clothes and put then in the hamper. I would wash them later when I had time. 

While I cleaned up I could feel Angie's eye on me the whole time. Each time I looked back at her she was looking at me as if her gaze never wavered. Seeing she was watching me so intently I made sure to do things that she could watch. I made sure to bend in such away that the tops of my stockings and at times my panties could be seen. 

When the bedroom was clean I went into the bathroom. I was only in it for a few seconds when I heard the small bell give a small ring. I quickly ran on tip toes back to the bedroom. I curtsied and asked. "Does Madam wish something of me?" 

Angie looked surprised and quickly put the bell back on the breakfast tray and said. "I'm sorry I was just wondering what the bell was for." 

"The bell is to summon me Madam. Just give it a gentle ring and I will come quickly. Is madam done with breakfast?" I asked. 

"Not yet sweetie." Angie told me as she picked up her toast. I went back into the bathroom and started cleaning. 

I had just about had the bathroom cleaned when I heard the bell ring once more before I heard it hit the tray. Again I ran on tip toes into the bedroom. I curtsied and asked. "Yes Madam what is it you wish?" 

"Um you can take the tray now." She told me. 

As I reached to take the tray her hands came up in a flash and she snatched the velvet box and the bell off the tray. When she had the box and the bell clutched to her chest she looked like a little girl who was ready to scream "Mine". The velvet box really didn't mean that much as the bracelet was all ready on her wrist. The bell I would learn she would cherish. 

Once I had the tray in hand I asked. "Does Madam wish for me to draw her a bubble bath?" 

"No I think I'll change and go down and read the paper." She told me. I place the tray on the floor and helped Angie to stand. She then went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of burgundy pajamas. I guess she figured the see through nightgown was wasted on a French maid.

Angie went into her closet to change, which was unusual for her, as she never thought twice about changing in front of me. While she was in her closet I stripped and remade the bed. I then got the heart shaped box of candy from my closet and placed it on the center of the bed near the pillows. 

Just as I placed the candy box on the bed Angie came out of her closet. She spotted the box instantly and went to the bed and picked it up. "Jack you are a wonderful man. How did I get so lucky in finding you?" She said to herself as if I wasn't in the room.

Angie took the box of candy and turned toward me and said. "I'll be in the living room, when you're finished in here, I think that room could use a good cleaning." She sounded stern but the smile on her lips told me she was playing her part. 

I was pretty much finished in the bedroom except for picking up the dirty bed linen and putting it down the laundry chute. I then took the breakfast tray down to the kitchen and cleaned up in there before going into the living room where Angie was waiting for me. 

When I entered the room Angie was sitting on the sofa and she was reading the morning news paper. This was something she did every Saturday morning when we were at home. Now that she was a full partner she said we would have a lot more free weekends. She now had three associate lawyers to do the work she and I did. 

On the coffee table near the part of the news paper Angie wasn't reading was a feather duster. I never seen it before and didn't even know there was one in the house. 

Angie nodded her head toward the duster and said. "I think this room could use a good dusting." 

I picked up the duster and started dusting the tables. After I had dusted all the tables I was working on a shelving unit when I saw a flash of light out of the side of my eye. When I turned toward the source of the light a second light flashed before my eyes. 

The flash came from a camera Angie was holding. She giggled and said, "I just had to record this honey. I may never have a French maid again and I want to save a small part of it." 

For the next half hour Angie took picture after picture of me in my maid's uniform. She had me pose in different ways that would show my face or my stockings or my panties. I could tell she was quite excited. 

Just when Angie decided she had enough pictures the door bell rang. I looked at Angie, as I didn't want to answer it in the outfit I was wearing. But Angie smiled her wicked smile and said. "What are you waiting for, answer the door." 

"What if it's someone we know," I asked in a whine. 

We both knew there was a slim chance seeing we very rarely get company. So Angie said. "You wanted to be the pretty French maid and the maid answer the door. But look though the peephole first and if it's some one that might recognize you then tell me and I'll answer it." She had cut me some slack but not as much as I had hoped. 

When I got to the door and looked out the peephole I saw it was the flower delivery man holding a large bouquet of red roses. Definitely not someone we knew or someone who could recognize me. I knew I had little choice but to open the door. 

When I open the door I saw there was a second bouquet sitting on the ground in front of the door. When the man saw me his smile went from ear to ear. "You sure did it up right lady. No wonder your man bought you so many flowers." He told me with a leering look in his eyes." He handed me a clip board and told me to sign on two lines. 

After taking back his clip board he handed me the bouquet he was holding and then picked up the second bouquet and handed that one to me as he said. "If I could get my old lady to dress like you I'd buy her a couple dozen roses too." I though if he wasn't such a jerk she just might. Of course I didn't voice my opinion 

After closing the door with my heel, as my arms held both bouquets I wonder whom the other one was from. I know I had ordered the one with twenty four long stem red roses. The other bouquet also contained twenty four long stem roses but in different colors. It was really quite beautiful and I don't mind saying I was jealous someone would send flowers to Angie on Valentines Day. 

As I walked into the living room with the flowers Angie stood and said. "What beautiful flowers I wonder who they're from and who they're for." 

As I set the flowers down on the coffee table Angie took the card from the one with the red roses and read it a loud. "To the love of my life and the woman that changed my world. Angie I love you with all my heart, Love Jack." 

I could see a tear come to Angie's eye as she read the card. She blinked it away and said. "Jack is such a wonderful man. He has given me four wonderful presents for Valentine's Day. A beautiful diamond bracelet a huge box of chocolates two dozen long stem red roses and my very own French maid for the day. How can you not love a man like Jack? You know I may have to ask him to marry one day. If I don't someone might steal him away from me." 

I was shocked she would mention marriage. The subject had never been discussed. Oh I've thought about it often but I was afraid to bring it up, as I feared it would push Angie away. I was quite content to live together until she tired of me. 

Keeping with the scenario I had started earlier in the day I said. "I don't think Mister Jack could be stolen from you Madam. I believe he will love you always." 

"I hope your right Jackie I truly hope you are right. Now let's see who these other flowers are for." She told me as she reached for the card on the other bouquet. Angie opened the card and said, "They're for you honey." She said before she read the card. "To my very best girlfriend on her first Valentine's Day as a girl. With all my love Angie." 

I was actually quite thrill to get flowers from Angie. "Thank you so much Madam I loved them" I told her as I went to hug her. 

Angie put up her hands to stop me and said. "For a maid you are getting too familiar, I think it's time you returned to your duties. Please take the flowers and put them on the dinning room table then go start the laundry. I will ring if I need you. You're dismissed." 

I felt rejected being dismissed like that but that was the role I was playing wasn't it. I took the flowers into the dinning room and place them neatly on the table. I then went into the laundry and started a load of towels. Just as I got the washer going I heard the bell give a ring. 

As I had been doing, I ran on tip toes back to the living room. I curtsied and asked what Madam wished. Without taking her eyes off the paper she pointed toward her cup and asked for a refill. After refilling her coffee cup I went back to my chores. A few minutes later the bell was rung again. She wanted me to polish the furniture as she said she saw finger prints. 

I was starting to think I had created a monster. I was being called back to the living room every few minutes after I left. I was then made to do some task that she wanted. Angie seemed to enjoy this quite a bit. I was sure she was getting a thrill from seeing me curtsey and from making me do things. I was also sure she liked seeing me prance around in my maid's uniform. 

I had made her lunch at one in the after noon and after I had cleared the dishes she rung the bell. When I came in to the living room Angie was standing. She was holding her arms in front of her, as if she was holding her tummy like she was sick but her face didn't show any signs she was ill. In fact what I saw on her face was quite the opposite.




Jackie Pt. 03



After I curtsied and asked what was her wish she said. "I wish to have you kneeing in front of me." I thought this was a little odd but I saw no harm in it so I went to her and knelt down before looking up. 

Angie looked down at me and said. "Yes that's just where I want you." A moment later Angie moved her arms and as if by magic her cock appeared before me. 

Angie had put on her strap on harness when she got changed from the night gown to her pajamas. Once in the living room and when the time was right she put the dildo into its holder and held it close to her tummy to keep it out of sight. When she moved her hands it popped down to a vertical position right in front of my face. At the same time it must have found its way inside Angie as she sighed and shivered slightly.

She next grabbed the dildo in her right hand and my head in her left as she said. "Madam wishes for her French slut maid to suck her fat cock." 

This was an odd request. In the four months Angie and I had been together she had never asked me to suck on her dildo. Looking back I guess it was rather odd I was never in this position before but it really never came up. I can't say I never thought it wouldn't happen seeing the kind of relationship we had but since Angie never asked I didn't bring it up. I really thought since she wouldn't get any pleasure from the act she wasn't interested. 

Before I could react I felt the tip of her dildo on my lips as Angie tried to pull my head closer. Angie was being very gentle with me but there was persistence in the way her hand clasped my head and the way the tip of her dildo pushed at my lips. 

By this point in our relationship I would never refuse Angie anything she wanted, I knew in my heart I wouldn't refuse her this. I opened my lips and the next instant Angie dildo pushed into my mouth. 

The second my lips sealed around her dildo Angie shivered and said in a sigh, "God I've wanted you red lips wrapped around my cock for so long. You look so pretty with my cock sticking out of your mouth." 

I couldn't answer her, as my mouth was quite full. In fact I couldn't see how any one could suck a cock as big as the one I had in my mouth. But for some reason I was getting turned on. My cock started to swell in my panties and thankfully I didn't put on a gaff that day. My cock was able to work its way out from between my legs and swell to its full five inches. 

In a few minutes I started getting use to having her dildo in my mouth and soon I was taking in more of her cock. I started feeling it touch the back of my throat and this caused me to gag slightly. 

Once I got used to the cock I started sucking on my own and often I would look down to see how much I was getting in my mouth. When I did this Angie would say, "Look at me baby let me see your eyes while I fuck you face. I want to see your red lips and pretty blue eyes." 

When I felt I was doing a good job Angie started rocking her hips to my tempo but she also started pushing in more than I was willing to take. Before too long I felt the head of the dildo try to pierce my throat. 

I gagged violently and tried to pull away. Angie grabbed my head and said. "Easy bitch. Just relax and we'll get it all in." 

Angie continued to push at my throat till I felt the head pop in. I gagged again and this time I felt like I was going to vomit. Thankfully Angie back off to let me breathe. But as soon as I got my stomach under control she pushed in again this time even more of the shaft slid into my throat. 

She kept this up till I had the entire dildo in my mouth and throat. Being this close to the butt end of the dildo I could smell Angie's aroma wafting up from her pussy. This told me Angie was very turned on though I wasn't sure why. She couldn't be getting much if any pleasure from what I was doing. 

After she fucked my throat for a good ten minutes or so she pulled her cock from my mouth and said. "Okay bitch on your hands and knees and your pussy up where I can get at it. 

This was not a position I was use to. Angie had fucked me from the back often, in fact several times a week for the last four months. What I wasn't use to was having it happen in the living room. Except for some intimate play in front of the TV in the TV room we usually confined our sexual play to the bedroom. 

I wasn't about to refuse Angie and I had a feeling she would not be denied. I turned away from her and offered up my bottom to her. I felt Angie's hands on my backside as she said. "I can't tell you how pretty you look right now. With your red panties staring me in my face and red garters holding up your red stockings. You were made to dress like this and you were made to fuck."

When she said the word fuck she pushed her cock into me. There was no tongue fucking to get me wet and there was no finger fucking to open me. This time she just pushed the head of her cock into me with out foreplay. 

It was the first time I ever felt any pain. In fact I thought I was lucky it didn't ever hurt me. This time though, it hurt as Angie shoved her cock into me. There was a sharp pain that made me yip as I tried to pull away. 

Angie grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to her cock as she said. "That's what you get for acting like a slut missy."

Angie started fucking me in earnest and at first there was absolutely no pleasure in the act for me. I was barely able to stand the rough treatment as Angie pounded her cock in and out of me over and over again. 

Slowly her cock started feeling better and soon I was moaning like I did whenever Angie rode my ass. As soon as I started moaning Angie started slapping my ass cheeks in time with her trusts. I wasn't too thrilled with that either but even that started to feel good. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying being slapped as I was being fucked. 

As Angie rode my ass she called me names like bitch, whore and slut. She called me a French whore over and over as she pounded her cock into me. She slapped my ass to punctuate every name. 

I know she had several orgasms. By this time I knew went she squealed just so and then she would shake like she was getting shocked she was having an orgasm. She had several while she was fucking me and they seemed more intense that what she normally had. 

After I counted five different orgasms Angie pulled her cock out of me and pushed me which caused me to lose my balanced and land on my side. I was sure she was now going to fuck me in the missionary position so she could stroke my cock and let me cum. At least that's the way we always ended it before.

This time though, she did it differently. She sat back on her heels to catch her breath. As I lay there catching my breath I watched Angie twisted the dildo till it came free of the harness then she tossed it to me and said. "Wash that and bring it back, I'm sure I'll be using it again real soon." 

Angie was right she did use the dildo again and quite often. It seemed like every hour or so I would hear the bell ring. Every other time I would have to give my service either orally or offer my bottom. Orally meant either sucking her cock till I was quite use to it going down my throat or I would have to lick her pussy till my tongue became tired and her clit became sensitive. I even had a hard time getting dinner ready as I was call back three times to give my services. She was positively insatiable.  

You're probably thinking I learned to hate the sound of that bell, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I learned to love the sound as it meant Angie needed or wanted me. I loved her so much that her need for me was all I needed. To feel wanted was all any of us really want. 

But also my need for sexual satisfaction was fueling my desire. My cock had become hard the first time Angie made me suck her cock. Its hardness didn't diminish the rest of that day. By the time dinner was ready my panties were practically dripping wet from all the pre-cum my cock was producing. Having my cock held by the wet slick panties felt good to me. 

I couldn't eat dinner with her as she said the domestic help had no place at the table with they're employers. After dinner Angie took a bubble bath and while she was in the tub I had to wash her body. She even had me rub her pussy till she came. 

At around one in the morning Angie told me she was done with my services. We went upstairs to where I assumed we would be going to bed. Instead Angie walked me down the hall and steered me into the spare bedroom where I had gotten dressed early that morning. 

Once in the room she unzipped my uniform and helped me out of it. When the uniform dress was hanging in the closet she pulled down the covers on the bed and told me to lie down. I had no idea what was coming next. We never made love in any bed other than our bedroom. 

As I had done all day I bowed to her wishes and lay down on the bed. Angie straddled my waist and bent over and kissed me. Her hands took mine and raised them above my head. While her lips continued to kiss me I felt something tighten around my wrist. In an instant I knew she had hand cuffed me to the bed. 

At first I was a little frighten then I reasoned it was Angie and she wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Once my hands were secured above my head Angie got off me and pulled the coverlet up to my chin and said. "Good night honey I've had a wonderful time today. You've made this Valentine's very memorable." She then kissed my forehead and exited the room. Before she did she turned off the lights. 

I lay there in the dark thinking this was a joke. I mean she really didn't intend to leave me all night handcuffed to the bed. What if I had to go to the bathroom or what if there was a fire? 

I lay there for god only knows how long thinking she would be back any second. After what seemed like an eternity I was reasonably sure she wasn't coming back. At least not till morning. 

At first I was scared then I was mad, but mostly I was horny. I mean I had serviced her sexual needs for all most twelve hours and not once did she reciprocate. Not once did she allow me the pleasure of an orgasm. She treated me like a paid whore. 

It took me a while before I came to the conclusion that was exactly what I was. I dressed as a maid, which made me a paid servant. I served her needs. Though they were sexual in nature they were her needs and I did my best to service them. Strangely it all made sense in the wee hours. Then again I could have been delusional. 

Why wouldn't I be delusional, I was exhausted plain and simple. I had worked harder in one day then I had probably worked in the last six months combined. I had been used misused and abused the entire day and for some strange reason I liked it. To top that off I was frustrated sexually. My cock has been hard pretty much the entire day and I've been used sexually like a play toy. 

All these things kept going over in my head for I don't know how long. It could have been an hour or it could have been three hours. I don't know. There was no clock in the room and I couldn't see my watch. I lay in that strange bed still wearing the corset panties and heels I wore all day. But yet I couldn't go to sleep until finally, exhaustion took over. 

When I awoke the light in the room surprised me. I thought I had only closed my eye for a few seconds before I open them again. Day light was streaming into the bedroom from the window. 

I was confused about where I was. It wasn't the bedroom I shared with Angie. When I rolled over toward the closet and I saw the red maid's uniform dress hanging in the closet I remember where I was and how I got there. 

It was at the same time I realized my hands were no longer handcuffed to the bed. When I pulled back the covers I saw that my heels had been removed though I still wore the corset stockings and panties from the day before. 

With an urgent need to pee I when to get up. It seemed like every joint in my body protested the movement. Even my feet ached as I pressed them flat to the floor. 

When I went into the bathroom I saw there was a clean nightgown and matching panties waiting on the bathroom vanity. I quickly realized Angie had come into the room some time earlier and set this all up. 

I pee and in doing so I had hoped my erection would subside. It had been hard for so long it was really painful. Unfortunately it did not subside after emptying my bladder. 

I took a shower and thought for only a second about bringing myself off. Then I thought, surely Angie would be willing to relieve my aroused state. I mean she had never refused before, well until yesterday that is. I was hoping my domestic duties were behind me. 

After putting on the nightgown and the panties I fixed my hair and put on some makeup. I then went down the hall to the bedroom Angie and I shared. When I walked into the bedroom I was taken aback by what I saw.

Angie had closed the heavy drapes we had on our windows. That and with the aid of room darkening shades pretty much shut out all the sunlight that tried to penetrate the room. But the room wasn't completely dark. There were at least thirty lit candles surrounding the bed like a religious shrine. The bed had been made with a red satin comforter and there were rose petals scattered about the surface of the bed. 

As I stood in the doorway admiring the room's romantic beauty I felt Angie's arms encircle my waist. I felt her breasts with her permanently hard nipples pressing into my back. I also felt her lips nibble on my ear before she asked, "Are you mad at me?"  

I turned in her arms and slid my arms around her waist and asked. "How could I possible be mad at you?" 

Angie giggled and said. "Because I sexually abused you for my own pleasure. I treated you like dirt and I hand cuffed you to the bed last night." 

I had been mad at her the night before but now with her arms surrounding me I wasn't even the slightest bit upset with her. "No love I'm not mad or even upset. I became your maid and you treated me like one. As long as you enjoyed the day then I couldn't be happier." I told her. 

Angie kissed me passionately before saying. "You are a wonderful, wonderful lover. I can't tell you how worried I was thinking you were going to be mad at me because I went way over board. I kept waiting for you to say enough but you never did. I think that fuel my lust to push things even further." 

"So you're saying it was all my fault then?" I asked. 

Angie blushed deeply before saying. "Of course it wasn't your fault. I should control myself better but seeing you in that maid's uniform really turned me on. Just thinking about you prancing around in that tiny skirt with the tops of your stockings showing is making my pussy wet." 

We kissed for a few minutes before Angie asked, "Would you like me to make you lunch or should we take care of you other problem? You know the one that has been poking me for the last ten minutes." 

I looked quickly at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was past two in the afternoon. I was very hungry seeing I only munched the entire day before, but my other need far out weighed my need for food. "I think I could wait for lunch till later. Maybe we'll just have dinner instead." I told her. Angie giggled and pulled me over to the bed. 

As she pulled me down on the bed Angie said. "Happy first Valentines Day Jackie." I reminded her that Valentines Day was the day before to which she said, "Mine was yesterday yours is today. I hope I can make yours as wonderful as you've made mine." 

God knows she tried. Angie kissed me all over as she went slowly down my body. She pulled the nightgown up so her lips could kiss and lick the flesh on my tummy. When she pulled my panties down she started licking my scrotum before taking my cock in her mouth. Unfortunately I was far too excited from the previous day's activities and in seconds I came hard in Angie's mouth. 

If she was surprised about this she didn't show it, as she tucked my cock back in the panties before moving up to kiss me. We shared a sperm filled kiss till we had to swallow or loose it. We then continued to kiss gently for a few minutes. 

After a few minutes and between kisses Angie asked. "I know I enjoyed you being my maid for the day but how did you enjoy it. Did you learn to hate it?" 

Lying in bed with her I knew she loved me as her maid. I could tell she loved it by the way she kept bringing it up. I also knew, seeing she liked it I liked it too. Whatever Angie wanted was okay with me. It was hard work and tedious at times but I loved how excited Angie got. 

"I didn't learn to hate it. I was just worried you wouldn't like it. When I found out you did, it made my day." I told her. I could see this really pleased Angie. 

Haltingly she said. "Then maybe you could... you know wear the uniform for me again. I looked it over carefully this morning while you were asleep. It's well made. I mean it doesn't look like a costume at all. It looks like something a person could wear several times a week without wearing it out too easily. If you want I'll wear it too and be your maid." 

I thought about that for a few minutes. To tell the truth I would like to see Angie wearing the uniform, but I also knew she could never get into the part the way I did. She's too bossy and her natural behavior is to be in charge, No I couldn't see her enjoying the role and if I could see she wasn't enjoying the role I doubt I would enjoy it either. 

After I told her all this she said, "Are you sure I could try it for you?" 

I could tell her heart wasn't in it so I said. "No I think I make the better maid besides you know I love to clean." That was true, though I wasn't a neat freak. I liked every thing in its proper place. 

"You do love to keep things neat and tidy honey. I also think you're right you would make a better maid than I would. I'm not one to take orders lightly as you know." She told me once she was convinced I didn't want her as my maid. 

"This is you're day you can decided what we do for the rest of the day. What would you like to do next?" She asked. 

It only took me a second before I said. "I can't think of anything better that to make love to you with my mouth." 

Angie giggled and said, "Honey that's pleasure for me. Today is Jackie's day and I want to pleasure her." 

I kissed her sweetly on the lips and said. "Angie haven't you figured out yet I get my pleasure from pleasuring you. You know how much I love licking your pussy. I could do it all day if you'd let me. So since it's my day I should decide what I want to do and I want to use my mouth and tongue on you." 

"Then by all means seek you pleasure my love. I will not try to stop you again." Angie told me before she kissed me deeply. 

I spent over an hour worshiping her body. That was really the only word I could use to describe what I was doing. In the end I slid my cock into her and came hard while fucking her. After, Angie sat on my face so I could clean out her love nest. 

We stayed in bed till six in the evening by that time it was too late for Angie to cook dinner. We wound up in frontof the TV munching on fresh delivered pizza. While we ate dinner Angie gave me my Valentine's presents. The first was a gold bracelet with a matching ankle bracelet. The next present was a gold chain for my neck and three pairs of earrings, one of which was a diamond pendant style with a half caret diamond suspended on a tiny gold chain. After eating we went back to the bedroom and made love again. 

At ten that night I had to become Jack once more. To start defeminizing my body I removed the breast forms, which took a while. I had to work the solvent in small areas till the form came loose. Then I had to remove my fake fingernails and remove all traces of nail polish from my hands. My toenails stayed polished, as there wasn't much chance of anyone seeing Jack's feet. My makeup I could remove in the morning as it washed off pretty easily. By the time I was done it was time for bed and a peaceful night sleep in Angie's arms. 




Jackie Pt. 04



At the end of February I met Angie's parents for the first time. They seemed overjoyed when they learned there only child was getting married. I think they thought she was gay. I could almost see the relief in her father's face when she introduced me as her fiancé. 

The date of the wedding was set for the end of June. One month short of the day I tripped over Angie as she laid in the walk way of the law library. Those four months were quite hectic but in the end we pulled it off and we were married at her Father's country club on the final Saturday in June. 

There wasn't anything different about our wedding than any normal wedding. I was dressed in a tux and Angie was wearing a beautiful white dress and veil. The only difference was we were both wearing the same lingerie underneath our outer clothes. We both wore white lace corsets with matching bras and panties and white silk stockings. Angie wore two-inch heels and I wore a man's shoe with a three inch heel that brought us to the same height. 

The wedding was beautiful and the honeymoon was wonderful. We spent two weeks in Maui in a secluded bungalow. I spent most nights as Jackie and most days as Jack. Though there were a few days I laid out under the sun in a bikini where no one could see me. 

When we arrived back from our honeymoon my world started to fall apart. Angie and I were told that since we were married I couldn't work for her any longer. I would be moved to another partner and Angie would be given a new research analyst. 

I was willing to go along with it but I wasn't too happy about it. Angie was fit to be tied. First she threatened to quit and strike out on her own. Then she said she wouldn't give me up until she found someone to replace me. The partners knew she would never find some one to replace me unless she wanted it. 

Finally a bargain was reached. I would resign from the firm and become a free lance research analyst. I would still be paid by the firm and I would work for whoever needed my services. Angie in turn would give up her research analyst for a full time secretary. 

Angie wasn't thrilled with this arrangement but she knew it was the best she could get. Besides she had me virtually to herself most of the time as I was used very little by anyone else. 

I was still able to use the law library at the firm's office and I had the Internet, which at times could be troublesome but it was a useful tool. I found I enjoyed the work from home though I missed being with Angie. I still went to court with her and sat behind her as she tried her cases, but those opportunities were not as numerous as I would like. 

At first I would dress as Jack while I worked at home but before long I started dressing as Jackie. It wasn't too long after I started working from home I was dressed as Jackie much more than I was dressed as Jack. I found being dressed in a skirt and blouse to be more comfortable than dressed in slacks and a shirt. Angie liked the idea I was dressed in girl's clothes most of the day. 

Through the next six months we seemed to be getting along wonderfully. As a lover Angie was very attentive and I didn't lack in that department either. Angie and I would make love on an average of three or four times during the week and almost constantly on the weekends. Except of course when Angie had her period, then all love making would stop. 

On an average I would be asked to put on the maids uniform for the day once a month. Usually it was for a Saturday. The night before Angie would place the bell I had given her on the dinning room table. This was to tell me the next morning I was to be her maid. 

For the most part we didn't vary much from the first time I wore the uniform for her. She used me as her play toy all day. When I wasn't being fucked or sucking on her strap on I was cleaning the house like a good little maid. I was not hand cuffed to the bed like the first night but I still had to sleep in the spare bedroom dressed in the corset stockings and panties I wore all day. Of course I was forbidden to relieve my swollen balls till the next morning when Angie took my cock in her mouth. 

We still went out dancing though now we told our dance partners we were married. That didn't seem to phase them in the least when it came to asking us out or trying to get us to go home with them. Angie even told me I should take a guy out to the parking lot so I could give him a blow job. Of course I never did and Angie would never make me do it. This was all said in fun. 

It wasn't until October that I noticed there was a problem brewing. Early in the month Angie had been quite irritable. In fact she would snap at the slightest thing. This wasn't like her, as she was usually even tempered and she would never let anything upset her. Then one day she worked late and the next day she was back to her normal self. 

Around the end of the month the same thing happened. Then after working late she was back to normal. In fact she was more affectionate the following day then she was normally. After it happen two more times I started to suspect there was something going on. 

When these incidents started happening, Angie would come home after working late and go immediately up to our bedroom and jump into the shower. I was usually in the study working when she came in. By the time I got up stairs she would be in the shower as if she couldn't get in there fast enough. 

In late November it happened again. This time I waited in the living room knowing Angie would have to go past me to get to the bedroom. When she came in she didn't look like the same Angie I know. Her hair was disheveled and her make up was completely gone except for around her eyes. Her eye makeup looked like she had been crying. 

When I asked her what was wrong she said she had seen a stray dog hit by a car and it made her cry. I felt sorry for her and took her in my arms. She cried some more before going to the bedroom to shower. When I held her I notice a strange smell to her. I couldn't identify the smell but it wasn't anything I normally smelt on her. 

I followed her to the bedroom and while she was in the shower I picked up her clothes and took then to the hamper. It was then I noticed her panties were frayed and ragged looking. This was unusual, as her lingerie was always perfect. When every they looked the slightest bit worn she would toss them and buy new ones. 

That night we made love as usual and it was wonderful but I couldn't get that nagging thought out of my head that Angie was cheating on me. All the signs pointed to it but in my love for her I couldn't bring myself to admit it. 

At first I thought I could let it go. I didn't want to lose Angie and if she was having an affair I could only hope it was a fling and we could get back to normal once she got it out of her system. 

By the middle of January I couldn't take it any longer. I knew when I saw her irritability again that she would soon be telling me she was working late. This time I planed on following her to see just what was happening. 

It happen the following Friday. She called around noon to tell me she was working late and wouldn't be home till around nine or ten. This was my signal to put my plan into action. 

The first thing I did was change from Jackie and into Jack. For the most part I had already made the change as my breast forms were only sitting in my bra and not firmly glued in place. I still had to remove my nail polish but that took very little time. 

Once I was dressed as Jack I drove my car to a rental agency and rented a car. I didn't want Angie spotting my Lexus as I followed her. The car I got was a plain black Chevy mini van with dark windows. Once I had the van I parked it out side the firm's office building 

I had been sitting in front of the office since four o'clock. I knew Angie hadn't left as her car was still in the parking lot. At exactly five o'clock Angie came out the front door and walked straight to her car. 

She drove right past me and if she noticed me at all she gave no sign of it. I followed her as close as I could but I kept several cars between us whenever it was possible. 

I followed her to a small subdivision of older homes that looked like they were built in the seventies. The area was old but well maintained. You could tell it was a working class neighborhood by all the pickup trucks in the driveways. 

I followed her till she pulled into a driveway then I parked the van a few houses away and quickly turned off my lights. By this time it was dark out and I was sure my van couldn't be seen in the darkness. If Angie worried at all about being seen going into a strange house she didn't show it as she walked straight to the front door without looking back. It only took a few seconds for the door to be answered and instantly she was grabbed by the arm and pulled inside. 

This is where my story began. Where I stood outside his bedroom window as I watched my wife of six months on she knees sucking another man's cock. I couldn't pull myself away as I watched his nine inch cock slid into her mouth. 

I knew what she was feeling. I knew her lips had to get use to his enormous girth. Her jaw had to relax to get his thick meat into her mouth. I had experienced the same feeling when she fucked my mouth with her strap on dildo as I knelt at her feet in my French maid's uniform. 

This guy wasn't as easy on Angie as she had been on me. I watched as Angie kept her hands at her sides while her lover took her head in his hands as he fucked her mouth. It wasn't long before he was shoving his entire cock in her mouth. I could see by the expression on Angie's face she was gagging on his cock and I could see her eyes start to water. 

I could see he was saying something to her as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Due to the closed window I couldn't actually hear what he was saying though I imagine he was telling her what a great cock sucker she was and how good she looked with his rod going in and out of her mouth. Of course I made this all up in my head, as I really couldn't hear what was being said.

How long she sucked his cock I don't know, as time seemed to stand still. I knew she took every inch of his cock into her mouth as I could see her face being pressed up against his hairy pubic mound. For her sake I had hoped he had showered before she arrived. 

After what seemed like an eternity the man pulled his cock from Angie's mouth and a second later she was kneeling on the bed. Her ass was pointed back toward the man. I could see her wiggle her bottom invitingly and I could see she was saying something, but again the words couldn't be heard. 

The man stepped up behind her and slammed his cock into my wife. There was no gentleness to the act. No slow entrance as if he had to be careful. One instant he was parting her sweet vaginal lips with the head of his cock and the next instant his thighs slammed into her ass cheeks. 

Angie looked like she gasped at being taken so suddenly. At the same time I saw a look on her face that told me she had an orgasm. A silent scream erupted from her mouth, as her whole body seemed to shake. This was with out the aid of her finger on her clit. 

Her lover then started fucking her. His thrusts were hard and deep and each one seemed to drive the air from her lungs. I watched her turn her head and say things to him, but I still couldn't hear her. I could only imagine she was begging him to fuck her.

At times he would take a hand full of her curly locks and pull on them as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy. And other times he would slap her ass cheeks so hard I could see her cheeks jiggle with the force of it. In no time her ass cheeks seem to glow a bright red. 

As I watched this man fuck my wife my own cock became hard. I couldn't understand this. A man shouldn't get an erection from watching his wife getting fucked by another man. What did this say about me? 

Through out this fucking I could see Angie had at least three orgasms. I could only imagine this by the amount of liquid that seemed to pour down her legs. This from the woman that told me she couldn't orgasm through intercourse. 

He fucked her for at least twenty minutes though I really didn't time them. When he was done he pulled his cock from her well used pussy and then grabbed a hand full of her hair. He jerked her around and pulled her to her knees in front of him. A few seconds later he started shooting his sperm load onto my wife's face.

Thick pearly white ropes of sperm shot from his cock and landed on Angie's face. The ropes covered both her eyes and nose. Some even landed in her hair. He then used his still hard cock to smear the sperm around Angie's face as if he was painting it with the slimy substance. At the same time I was struck with my own orgasm. The panties I was wearing became wet as my cock started spewing cum. 

As my orgasm subsided I thought they would stop for a break. It was much too early for the night to be over. Angie never came home till well after nine and it was only seven. But I quickly learned I was wrong. 

Instead of stopping the man slid his cock back into Angie's mouth and started fucking her face once more. His cock never went soft and only diminished its firmness slightly. As if he hadn't just pumped a massive load onto her face he started fucking her face with the same aggressiveness he had earlier. 

I couldn't watch any more. I pulled my eyes away from the window and made my way back to the rental van. I knew I had to get the van back to the rental agency and get my own car home before Angie arrived. I didn't want her knowing I had been out. 

As I drove my mind went over what I had just witnessed. The woman I loved more than life itself had given herself to another man. At first I didn't know why she would do this. I did everything she wanted and never questioned her on anything she wanted to do. It wasn't until I remembered how she came the instant his cock penetrated her that I realized why she did it. 

I realized then that I didn't have the equipment to satisfy her. My cock was too small to give her the orgasms she needed. I also realized that Angie never called my cock a cock she always called it a dick or a clit when I was dressed like a girl. 

When I realized this I felt dejected. I was filled with despair over my inadequacies. I also knew I could never look at my wife again in the same way I had before. I could never make love to her knowing I didn't measure up to the other man she had been with. 

I also knew this affair had been going on for a long time. Well before we were engaged. I had seen his truck leave our subdivision many times in the last year and it was always when Angie would have an appointment and we would leave work at different times. He was her appointment and while I worked in the office she had entertained him in our bed.

I knew I couldn't face her again. I knew I would see him fucking her when I looked on her face again. In only a few minutes I knew what I had to do. I had to pack my clothes and leave before she came home. I had to do this not only for my own well being but also for Angie's happiness. Though she cheated on me I still loved her deeply. 

Instead of going back to the rental agency I went straight home. I knew I only had a few hours before Angie came home to pack my bags. I moved as fast as I could, taking only my male clothes. I did take a few pairs of panties because I didn't own any male underwear. I figured I could use those until I could get to a store to buy regular male underwear. 

At nine o'clock I had everything I could put into two suitcases. I had to get going, as I knew Angie would be home soon. I know I didn't get everything but I had to get out before she arrived. I had just made it. As I was leaving the subdivision I spotted Angie's car entering. I was sure she never realized it was me in the black mini van. 

Two hours later, I had dropped off the van at the rental agency and picked up my own car after transferring my bags from one vehicle to the other. I then bought a bottle of scotch to drown my sorrows and found a cheap hotel to spend the night. 

I had money of my own as Angie and I had separate accounts. The money I made went into my account and the money she made went into hers. Granted we used her account exclusively but she always wanted to keep our money separate. 

At first I thought I would only spend one night at the hotel and then look for my own apartment. Unfortunately that is not what happened. Once I moved my belongings in to the room a wave of despair came over me. 

For three days I lay on the bed remembering every minute of what I saw in the window. On top of that I remembered every minute of what Angie's and my life had been like. I loved her so much and the thought of leaving her sent me deeper into despair.

For three days I lay in that bed feeling sorry for myself and hating myself for my inadequacies. I didn't watch TV though it was on and I couldn't eat. I only drank a few glasses of water though even that seemed like a chore. I never even though about opening the bottle of scotch I bought earlier. I didn't shower or even shave for the three days. By Monday afternoon I was seriously contemplating suicide. 

It was Monday night when I heard the knock on my door. At first I ignored it but it persisted. I finally told who ever was there to go away and leave me alone. That only made the person outside my door knock even louder. 

When the knock became a constant pounding I jumped up and flung open the door to tell the person to leave me alone. At least that was what I was going to tell them till I realized Angie was the one doing the knocking. 

She smiled her dazzling smile and instantly my heart went out to her, but my brain and my ego did not. I went to slam the door in her face but Angie caught the door with her hand long enough to slip into the room before letting the door close. 

Angie looked around the room and said. "What's going on Jack are you shacked up with someone?" 

I knew she was teasing but I was in no mood for it. "You're one to talk about shacking up. Why don't you get your trampy ass out of here and back to your boyfriend." I told her angrily. 

I could see Angie was shocked by my words and hurt that I said them to her. Quickly she said, "I was only teasing honey. I was really worried about you. You didn't leave a note or tell anyone where you were." 

"Hell I thought you would be happy I was gone. Now you can bring your lover home any time you like. Hell you can spend the whole weekend together." I told her as I pour the first glass from the bottle of scotch I bought on Friday. 

Angie came over to me and tried to take the glass from my hand as she said. "Baby you're the only lover I have now tell me what is this all about." 

I pulled the glass from her hand and said. "Angie I saw you with him. I followed you on Friday after you left work and you went straight to his house. Hell you were in his bedroom in less than five minutes." 

The look on Angie's face was nothing short of complete surprise. Her secret was out and she knew I knew everything. Angie hugged her purse to her tummy and sat down hard on the bed. Almost instantly tears started to form in her eyes and they slowly started to run down her cheeks. 

Angie wasn't one to shed crocodile tears, as she never used tears as a weapon. In fact except for a very few times I never saw her cry. Each time I did see her cry it was for a real reason. 

Angie tried to wipe the tears away as she said. "I'm sorry you saw that, but no matter what you saw you are my only lover. What you saw me doing had nothing to do with love. In fact I get disgusted with myself every time I give into the craving." 

I had no idea what she was saying so I asked. "What craving is that Angie? You crave a big cock to fuck you with. Why did you ask me to marry you Angie when you had your other lover in the wings the whole time?" 




Jackie Pt. 04: Alternative Ending



(This is a short one-off rewriting of Literotica Author Scribler's ending to his/her four part story Jackie, which in my opinion was horrifyingly mean-spirited, and completely destroyed for me the respect I had for him/her for writing Oasis In The Desert. In Part 4 of Jackie the author ended the story in a repugnant mean-spirited fashion that completely undermines the struggle of a transsexual woman to find herself. So I'm writing my own ending a'la Literotica's chain stories. Being a transgendered intersexed woman I write from experience, and this is how it should have ended. My ending starts from the point where Angie is waiting for Jackie to cave into her emotional blackmail and drink the hormone spiked coffee.) 

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I stood there, still staring at Angie as she pushed the coffee toward me. There were some things I had to accept about myself, some things she was right about. I did feel more right with myself as a woman. And I even enjoyed fucking Dan. It had made me feel more like a woman than I wanted to believe. But even still...

I took the cup of coffee, staring at it. Angie always got her way didn't she? I looked up at her, and she looked so smug as I held the coffee in my hand, thinking her cuckolded little sissy husband Jack would give into her as always. But I realized in that moment she was right. 

Jack was dead. 

Even more than that, Jack had never really existed. In my anger, my burning disgust with her cold manipulations, her shallow attitude, her complete disregard for how I felt about anything, I realized that deep inside, I was always Jackie. If I hadn't been, I would have fought harder. I loved Angie, but love can't change who you truly are inside.

I refused to look at her anymore. I still loved her but I decided then and there that her dead husband Jack may indeed have been a spineless cuckolded sissy, a pussy boy who would whimper and kneel and give in to her every cruel whim.

But I didn't know anyone named Jack. My name was Jaqueline, and I was a strong confidant woman. And Jaqueline bowed to no one.

I drank the coffee and carefully read the forms to make certain the name change was all it entailed. At this point I couldn't just assume Angie had any faith in my legal talents, and I wanted to make certain there were no hidden clauses that would screw me down the road.

I played along as she smugly kissed me and ordered me to cook breakfast. I played nice when Dan came downstairs, woken by the smell of the bacon. I acted every bit the part they expected of me while I carefully mapped out how things would go from this point on. Angie had left me with the illusion of having any control for so long, but now the illusion was hers.

After breakfast I followed them both upstairs and fucked them. I knew if I declined for any reason Angie would get paranoid I was having second thoughts. She really believed she loved me. Of that much I had no doubt. But what she had done to me isn't love. And in hindsight I knew I was wrong about her, she could fake tears very well, as she had that night at the motel.

As she had promised, beyond the namechange, everything else I had to go through to become her little slut wife took only a few weeks. I dutifully played my part, feigning the feelings she expected of me. Once my bank accounts and credit cards were all properly up to date, I put my own plan into action.

First I dug a little deeper into Dan's background, and learned I had him read very wrong. He was a superior court judge. I made a clear mental note of that. Then I took the tape recordings I had begun making the day after Angie's grand revelation to our bosses at the law firm, backed up by every legal precedent I could find on my lunch breaks, and successfully convinced them of everything Angie had done, including illegally spiking my coffee. The senior partners had come to like me and respect my work ethic, and they agreed to take up my proposition.

Angie's number appeared on my celphone several times an hour starting the next morning. Right after reading an article in her morning newspaper about the judge accused of not only cavorting with a married lawyer whose cases he had often presided over, but of helping her manipulate her husband, she found the divorce notice in her mail.

Given all the evidence and legal precedent I had dug up, the divorce was very one-sided. All Angie could do was fume in court. It was only by my kind refusal to press charges that she avoided criminal proceedings for some of the things she had done. I asked in the divorce only for an even split. I wanted only my own money and bank accounts, I didn't want one single thing of hers. 

Anything she bought me she got to keep. The upside of her always doing the spending was that my bank account topped $800'000 US since all my paychecks went into my bank unspent. I bought a small cozy Condo, with very big closets, and bought my own wardrobe. I got my own legal hormone prescriptions. Angie kept her job at the firm, again solely through my kindness, but she was demoted to a lowly legal assistant. For my hard work I was promoted myself to a position as the senior legal secretary while Angie by court order paid my way through law school.

Two years later I was in hospital, recovering nicely from the sex change operation. Angie had also been right about how useless my small cock was. So I was more than happy to be rid of it after two years of therapy to determine my eligibility and hormone therapy. I never needed the implants Angie wanted, proper hormone dosages grew me naturally to a nice c-cup.

As I lay in recovery, I had a visitor.

"Hello.... babycakes," She said. I looked up and smiled.

"I have to admit," I replied, "I did think that was a cute nickname."

"Then why?" she asked, the crocodile tears starting to well up in her eyes. "Why did you throw it all away? Why did you destroy what we had?"

"We never had anything to throw away Angie," I said, still smiling. "Everything we had was a cruel lie to feed your own ego. There was nothing real in our marriage except my love for you. And you destroyed that when you told me what you'd done."

"But I did love you!" she protested in tears.

"No," I said calmly. "You loved the idea of me. The sissy man you thought I was. You knew as little about who I really am as I did. Although for that much I suppose I should thank you. You helped me to realize Jack was a comfortable lie. But when you shattered the lie that day, you let the real Jaquelyn free. The proud woman, the strong woman, the confidant woman. And that woman has no place in her life for a shallow, cruel, manipulative bitch who thinks love means accepting only the parts of her lover she likes and finding someone else for the rest."

"Jackie... please...," she tried to protest, right as Anna walked in with my soup.

"Who's this sweetiebuns?" Anna asked, as Angie's mouth fell in shock.

"The woman from the tranny boutique???" Angie said, aghast.

"Mind your mouth Angie," I said. "Anna helped me realize my true self after I left you behind. And she fell in love with me for me, and accepts me completely as I am. Which is more than you ever did. But again, I do have to thank you Angie. If you hadn't been so shallow about Jack's tiny dick, I might never have woken up and had the chance to realize who Jackie really was. You can leave now."

Angie went to protest but Anna stood between us. Anna wasn't trans like so many assume, she's just tall. But even a tall woman is an imposing figure when she's protecting the love of her life.

Angie quit the firm the next day. Last I heard she was trying to start her own law firm, but the stigma of the Judge Dan scandal followed her wherever she went. That was a year ago. I'm all healed up now, and Anna loves me as I am. Anna never tries to change me, or force me into anything. And we found a boyfriend because it was what we both agreed we wanted, not out of any lies or deceptions as Angie had done.

We got legally married during the brief golden age in California before the bigots who don't think they're bigots railroaded Prop 8 through in California. I'm part of the legal team trying to overturn it. But Anna and I have our legally recognized marriage certificate, and I'm happy with her and Brian.

Part of me still loves Angie. And I do owe her for unintentionally setting me free as she tried to imprison me. But she never loved me. She loved who she wanted me to be while fucking her studs like it was no big deal.

I'm Jackie. Jack never existed. And there can be only one.



Jackie Pt. 04



Angie stood and came over to me. She took the glass from my hand and said. "Please Jack don't call him my lover. I don't feel any love for him what so ever. Whether you want to believe it or not you are my true love, my one and only." She then swallowed the contents of the glass. 

I wanted to laugh but I held it back and said. "I don't see how you could lie to me like this. I saw you on your knees for him. You came when he pushed his cock into you. You told me you couldn't orgasm from intercourse. At least you couldn't with me but I guess I don't measure up to him." 

Angie sat at the small table and poured herself another glass full of scotch before saying. "Actually I told you I couldn't orgasm through intercourse unless it was done a certain way. I don't think you're that insensitive to my feelings. Size has very little to do with it." 

Before I could say anything Angie took a deep swallow of the scotch before continuing, "When I was seventeen Dan and I dated for almost a year. By the way the man you saw me with is Dan. Anyway he treated me like crap the entire time we went out. We never made love we only fucked. I was nothing more than his sperm receptacle for that entire year. He never cared if I had an orgasm or even if I was ready for him. He even fucked me during my period. After he was done using me he made me clean off his cock with my mouth." 

Angie refilled her glass a third time before continuing. "I never learned to enjoy the sex we were having but I did learn to have an orgasm during it. I know that sound pretty sick doesn't it. That's what I meant when I told you I couldn't have an orgasm though intercourse. I can't do it unless I'm treated like a two bit whore. Dan knows this and he loves the fact I want it that way. Even role playing doesn't do it for me. I have to really think you don't care for me at all." 

"If you hate it so badly why do you keep going back to him?" I asked. 

The tears started flowing again and this time there seemed to be no end in sight. "I really don't know," She told me through her sobs. "I've tried but I keep going back. It's like I crave the abuse. I want to be humiliated. You wouldn't believe the things he's made me do for him.

"The first time I went back to him he made me beg him in front of all his buddies in a bar. I had to beg him to fuck me like a whore. He took me into the men's bathroom and made me get on my knees and suck his cock. Then I had to hold onto a urinal while he took me from behind. He made me pierce my nipples for him and I can't ever take them out. He's invited his buddies over to have a turn at me, even strangers off the street." 

Angie took another glass full of scotch before continuing. "I've gone to doctors and none of them are any help. Even the drugs they gave me only made me want the abuse more. Now I'm going to loose you over him." 

Angie started crying harder and her words came out as gibberish. I really felt sorry for her and I took her in my arms and let her cry on my shoulder. She cried for a good half hour before she finally cried herself out. 

When she could speak again she said. "I'm sorry I put you through this. I really wished I could stop these craving I have, but I can't. I could understand why you want to leave me." 

By this point my anger had faded completely and I felt only love for the woman in my arms. "I don't want to leave you I never did. I was giving you your freedom to be with him." 

Angie smiled for what seemed like the first time in hours. She gave me a brief kiss on the lips before saying. "You are the sweetest man I've ever known. You do understand I don't want to be with him. I could never take his abuse on a daily basis again. You were the best thing that has ever happen to me and now I've lost you." She burst into tears once more, which took another ten minutes before they subsided. 

As I rocked her in my arms I thought about what this meant. I came to the concussion that she couldn't control her cravings for the abuse he heap on her. This was definitely a sickness, as no one would want that sort of abuse on purpose. Seeing it was a sickness I really couldn't fault her on it. I mean you don't leave your loved ones when they get cancer do you? 

Once Angie was cried out she stood and said. "I guess I should leave and let you get on with your life." When she turned she staggered and fell into my arms. 

We laughed before I said. "I think I should take you home you're in no condition to drive." 

Angie kissed my cheek and said. "You are a sweet man, don't let any one tell you any different. But I really shouldn't bother you any longer." 

"It's not a bother love I was going that way anyway." I told her as I helped her back to her feet.

Angie looked surprised and said. "Does that mean you coming back to me?"

"It does if you'll have me." I told her as I started getting dressed.

"What about Dan I can't promise I won't go to him again. I've tried and I always go back." She asked desperately. 

"We'll work that out together. If you have to see him again I'll understand I just don't want to know about it." I told her. 

I saw her shoulders slump before she said. "That may not be an option honey. He told me the other day it was time for you to know what a slut your wife really was. I'm sure he'll want you at our next encounter. That's the way he is, he keeps looking for knew ways to humiliate me." 

That was something I hadn't expected, but I quickly said. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." 

We left for home a short time later. We made love that night like we hadn't seen each other in a month. As I licked her pussy I couldn't get the image of Dan cock thrusting into her out of my head. For some reason it made me lick her pussy even harder. 

It took three weeks before I could see the edginess in Angie. I was sure she was trying to suppress the urge but she was loosing the battle. We had talked about this earlier and we had agreed I would be told when she had to make the call. There would be no more clandestine meetings. 

When Angie could stand it no longer she came to me in the study I had turned into a work station and said, "Honey I have to call I really tried but I have to. I'm sorry if this hurts you." 

"Okay love, go ahead and call him." I told her as I pointed to the phone on my work station. 

Angie's head turned from the phone to me several times before she asked. "You want me to call from here. You want to hear what I have to say to him." 

"I told you love no more secrets. If this is part of you life I want to be part of it too." 

Angie swallowed a few times before she picked up the phone and made the call. "Mister Dan this is your slut Angie calling." I heard her say over the phone as she looked over at me. "My cunt is burning to be filled by a real man that knows how to treat a slut like me." Angie's face turned a brilliant shade red as she said this. 

Angie listened for a minute or two before saying. "This slut isn't sure her husband can be there, sir." Even though Angie held he receiver tight to her ear I could heard the man on the other end yelling at her. A moment later she said. "Yes Mister Dan I will tell my husband you demand his presents at your next meeting with your slut. Thank you for your time sir." She told him as she hung up the phone. 

Angie had been quite humiliated having to make the call in front of me, but I needed to know where this was going. I didn't do this for my enjoyment I was kind of hoping that having it out in the open would some how help her over come this. 

After she hung up the phone she said to me. "He will be here tomorrow at seven. He wants you here so he can show you what kind of slut you married. I'm sure I won't be the only one he will be humiliating tomorrow. I hope he isn't too hard on you." Tears started forming in her eyes. 

I took Angie into my arms and kissed away her tears. I made love to Angie that night as gentle as I could. I wanted her to know I loved her regardless of anything else. 

The following day I was nervous like never before. I spent most of the day cleaning the house, as I couldn't sit for very long. When Angie arrived from the office at five we kissed for several minutes before she went up to take a shower. At six thirty she came down completely naked with the exception of makeup which she had put on real heavy. 

When I asked about her nakedness and she shrugged her shoulders and said as a blush came over her. "When I'm at home this is how he wants me to answer the door. If I meet his somewhere else I stay fully clothed except for my panties. Those I have to remove or he'll rip them off me." I took Angie into my arms until the doorbell sounded. 

She told me to wait in the living room while she went to answer the door. I heard the door open and a second or two later Dan came into the living room dragging Angie by her hair. He looked so much taller now than he had the last time I saw him in the bedroom window. He also looked quite menacing. 

With out letting go of Angie's hair he said to me. "So you're the one who married my slut. As I suspected, you're nothing but a wimp. Any man who lets another man fuck his wife is a wimp. Sit over there and watch how a real man takes care of a slut like this." He told me as he pointed toward the love seat. 

After taking the seat I had been told to take Dan pushed Angie to her knees and told her to take off his work boots. Once his work boots were removed he made her take off his socks with her teeth. I was sure the smell wasn't the best, though I was sure Dan couldn't have cared less. 

Once his socks were neatly folded and in his boots Angie removed his pants. Those to where folded neatly and lain on the coffee table. His boxers came next. These Angie had to remove with her teeth working each side down until they finally fell to his feet. Dan took his own shirt off and threw it at Angie to be folded and added to the pile on the coffee table. 

Once he was completely naked I got a good look at his cock. It looked even bigger now than it did the night I saw it through the window. It wasn't completely hard though it was showing signs of steady growth. I was still amazed Angie could handle something that big. 

Dan sat in the armchair and said. "I worked really hard today slut, you can start by licking the sweat off my balls. I'll tell you when you're done."

Angie went right to work licking his hairy balls. I could see her tongue run up and down his scrotum as she knelt between his legs. Dan must have enjoyed this as his cock started to fill till it stood tall and proud. 

After a few minutes Dan turned to me and said. "Wimp make yourself useful, get me a beer. Don't dillydally I don't want you missing anything." I didn't bother answering him I merely got up and went to the kitchen, but before I left the room he said. "Wimp from now on you say yes sir when you're given an order. If you don't I'll start smacking this slut around till you learn your proper place. 

"Yes sir I understand sir." I told him before leaving the room. 

It didn't take me long to get the beer he wanted and I also got a beer glass just in case though I was sure none would be needed. He didn't look like the type to drink beer out of a glass. 

When I brought the beer back into the living room I saw Angie had moved from licking his balls to taking them into her mouth. She had one hairy ball in her mouth already and she was mouthing it like a gum ball. 

Dan took the bottle from my hand and ignored the glass. I went to sit back down on the love seat but Dan stopped me by saying. "Stay here wimpy. I'll need someone to hold my bottle when I need both hands." 

I stood there and watched the love of my life mouth one ball before switching to the other. This didn't last long as Dan took a hand full of Angie's hair and pulled her up till the tip of his cock was poised at her lips. 

Before pushing her mouth down on his cock Dan said. "Okay slut its time to show you wimpy husband what kind of cock sucker you really are. Now don't disappoint me." With that said Dan pushed the head of his cock into Angie's mouth. 

She immediately started sucking like her life depended on. She forced in the first three or four inches of his cock before pulling back a little. Then she forced in more till I heard her gag slightly. That didn't stop her in the least as she pulled back a few inches and then forced in even more. With in a minute she had all nine inches in her mouth and her lips were sealed around the base. She then looked up at Dan with pride in her eyes. 

"See that wimp, all you have to do is train these sluts right and give them incentive and they're putty in your hands." Dan told me as he patted Angie on the head. 

He handed the bottle to me and said as he pulled Angie off his cock by her hair till just the head was still in her mouth. Once she was sucking on the head of his cock he said. "Of course you still have to show them whose boss." With that he pushed her head down till Angie's lips where once more at the base of his cock. 

Dan forced Angie to suck his cock for the next few minutes. When he stopped pushing her head up and down with her hair Angie continued sucking him as if he was still forcing her. Her lips flew up and down as she tried to drive his cock deeper into her throat. 

When Dan had had enough he pulled his cock from her mouth and held her face close as his cock erupted with thick ropes of white goo. The load covered her face from forehead to chin and some even went inside her mouth. Angie looked quite pleased with her self once her face was covered in semen. 

If I thought Dan would give Angie a rest I was mistaken when he pushed his cock back into her mouth and said. "Don't stop now slut we still have two more holes to fill before I go home so keep me hard." 

As Angie's mouth moved up and down Dan's cock trying to keep him hard he said to me. "You see wimp my slut is very compliant though she hasn't always been this way. When I first met her she didn't like sucking cock but look at her now. The bitch can't get enough and she'll suck anyone's cock if I tell her to, won't you slut." Angie looked up at Dan and nodded her head.

Angie didn't look like she was disgusted by what she was doing. In fact she looked quite pleased. She had a twinkle in her eye and her eyes looked like she was smiling. I couldn't see it on her lips, as her mouth was stretched around his hard thick cock. 

As I was looking at Angie I felt someone's hand on my crotch. Dan grabbed my hard on through my pants and said with a chuckle to his voice, "Look at this slut you wimp husband has a little erection from watching you suck a real man's cock. How pathetic is that?" Thankfully Angie didn't answer she merely looked at where Dan's hand was and continued moving her mouth.

"See how well trained she is wimp. Even knowing her husband is excited watching her slut herself she continues to do what I told her." Dan told me as he continued to squeeze my cock in a death like grip. 

When I didn't answer him he squeezed my cock harder till I said almost in a shout, "Yes sir I see how well you've trained her!" 

"That's more like it wimp." He told me as he released the pressure on my cock. "Next time I take the slut over my knee for a good spanking. That will be on your conscience wimp." 

"Yes sir I understand." I told him. 

"Good wimp-boy, as long as you know your place. Just like slut knows her place." He told me, to Angie he said. "Okay slut you can stop sucking now. Instantly Angie pulled his cock from her mouth. 

As Angie sat back on her knees and looked up at Dan waiting for his next command he said. "See those tits wimp-boy. I had her get breast enlargements when she was in college. Her tits were too small before that." To Angie he said. "Slut why did you have your nipples pierced?" 

"Because, you ordered me to have them done." Angie told him with out taking her eyes off Dan. 

"Yes but why did I have you pierced like that?" Dan asked. 

"To show your ownership of me and my body." 

"What do we call your nipple rings slut?" He asked her.

"They are slave rings. They can only be removed by cutting them. When you discard me you will cut the rings off." She told him as her face turned a deep red. 

Dan stood and said, "You've been a good slut so far tonight you may assume the proper position for fucking."

Angie couldn't have looked more pleased about this. She quickly crawled to the arm chair and knelt on the seat with her backside pointing at Dan and her head resting on the back of the chair. Once she was in this position she wiggled her butt seductively and said. "Please Mister Dan please fuck me like the slut I am. My cunt is so hot and wet for your big fat cock." 

"I'll bet it is slut you haven't felt my cock in a few weeks." He told her as he stepped up behind her. 

He then grabbed me by the collar and pulled me so my thighs were touching Angie's and his. I was sure it wasn't by chance that my dick was poking into Angie's thigh. I even felt Angie move slightly so her thigh could rub against my hard on. 

Once I was standing next to them Dan said to me. "Take my cock in your hand and guide it into you wife's cunt."

I couldn't actually believe he was telling me to do this. I couldn't believe he wanted me to touch his cock. In my disbelief I hesitated too long and the next thing I knew his hand came down on Angie's ass with such force he almost knocked her over. 

Angie screamed loud and I saw his hand print on her ass turn red. Dan raised his hand to hit her again and I instinctively grabbed for his cock and tried to push it toward Angie's pussy. 

Dan didn't make it easy for me as he held back and said. "How does it feel having a man size cock in your hand for the first time? I felt your little dick and its nothing compared to the tool I have. Next time you hesitate, wimp I won't stop hitting her till she's crying like a baby. Now get my cock in her cunt." 

I couldn't tell if he was acting or he was really mad but I didn't take any chances. I pushed his cock toward Angie's pussy and this time he didn't try to stop me. The head of his cock slid easily into her hole and then he slammed it home. I barely got my hand out to the way before his thighs crashed into Angie ass cheeks. 

Angie squealed like I never heard her squeal before, I watched as her body shook like a bowl of Jell-O. She gripped the sides of the arm chair tight as she said. "Oh god I'm cuming. I'm cuming so hard Mister Dan." 

Dan chuckled and said to me. "Every time I put the wood to her she pops like a rocket. She's such a hot little slut for big cocks like mine." He pulled out till just the head was left in her and slammed it home once more. This time Angie didn't cum but I could hear the air forced out of her lungs in a deep seductive sigh. 

I stood there watching Dan as he fucked my wife. At first I told myself I was only doing it for Angie's sake. I didn't want Dan hitting her again. But the more I watched the two the more turned on I became. My dick was rock hard from what I was seeing though I could only see Dan's cock going in and out covered with her slick juices. 

As for Angie she seemed beside herself. She was squealing and panting. Her body seemed to shake constantly. Every few seconds she would tell Dan she was cuming and I couldn't see where she was faking it. Her squeals sounded real, as did her claims she was cuming. But she was cuming so much I started to have doubts they were real.

Then as if Dan could read my mind he said. "Wimp-boy lay down on the floor between our legs so you can watch what a real cock looks like when it's fucking your wife." 

This time I didn't hesitate in the least. As Dan slowed to a stop and while Angie whimper for him to fuck her I crawled between their legs and looked up. Dan had me position myself so my face was directly under Angie's pussy to get the best view, or so he said. 




Jackie Pt. 04



Once I was in position Dan placed his feet at my sides so he could feel if I moved in the slightest. I was ordered not to move until I was told I could. He then started fucking Angie again. 

I knew instantly why he had me in this position. When Dan shoved his cock into Angie's pussy her juices literally squirted out around his cock. Mostly they went to the sides and landed on her legs but some of her juices rained down on my face. 

This really didn't bother me, as I loved how Angie's juices tasted. I was also treated to the sight of her pussy being wedged open by Dan's cock. You may think it's perverted of me but I marveled at the sight laid out before me. It was actually quite arousing and if my dick hadn't been already hard I was sure it would have gotten hard in seconds. 

I don't know how long Dan fucked Angie but it was quite some time. As I lay between his legs staring up at Angie's pussy I was given proof she was cuming each time she said she was. Every time she said she was cuming a new flow of her pussy cream would squirt out of her pussy around Dan's cock. If I had known what was going to happen next I wouldn't have enjoyed the view near as much.

I saw Dan's thrusts pick up speed and then I heard his say. "Don't you dare move wimp-boy don't move a muscle." To Angie he said. "I'm going to fill you bitch, I'm going to fill your sluty cunt. 

The next second he stopped moving as his balls pulled up close to him. Then his cock seemed to pulsate and I was sure he started pumping his sperm into Angie's pussy. At the same time Angie squealed she was cuming too and I waited for her juices to start falling once more. 

At first nothing came out of her but then Dan pulled his cock out of her. Then it all came down in a shower of sperm and pussy juice. A large wad of sperm landed on my face with a splat. Before I could think about moving Dan told me not to budge. At the same time Dan shoved his cock into Angie's asshole and started fucking her again. 

I wasn't sure which I had been more amazed of. Dan's ability to keep a hard on for so long or the amount of sperm and girl cream that seemed to pour out of Angie's gapping hole. 

I really couldn't see what was happening as my eyes were closed in fear of then filling with cum. I could only breathe though my mouth as my nose was coated in the stuff. If I did breathe though my nose I would have inhaled sperm with the air. With my mouth open to breathe several drips of sperm laced with Angie's cum fell into my mouth. I thought this was the most disgusting thing I ever done but I would soon learn this was far from the worse that would happen to me. 

As I lay there with my eyes closed I could only hear what was going on. Angie was still cuming as Dan fucked her ass and she seemed to cum more often now then she did with him in her pussy. 

She squealed none stop until I heard Dan tell her, "Okay slut this is all you get, one more load of my special cream till you call me again." I then heard Dan grunt hard and a few seconds later I felt all movement stop. 

After a few seconds I felt him step back and a moment later another load of cum fell on my face. I heard him tell Angie, "Now sit on his face. The only thing he's good for is cleaning up the mess I leave behind. I don't want you getting up till he's licked up every drop." 

Angie didn't hesitate she moved off the chair and sat down on my face. At first I didn't move but I could feel movement on Angie's part. It wasn't like she was grinding her pussy on my face but more like she was doing something. I then remembered she told me she had to clean his cock with her mouth when he was done with her. I figured she was cleaning him off before he left. 

After a few minutes I felt Angie's hand on my head and I heard her whisper. "Jack honey he's in the bathroom. You have to start licking me clean. If he finds out you're not doing it he'll beat me. Please Jack I don't want to get beat. This is almost over if he thinks you're doing what he tells you he'll leave." 

She was right of course. There was no sense in pissing him off now. Besides it's not like I've never licked up cum before though it would be the first time I licked up someone else's sperm. 

I took a tentative lick and found it was quite similar in taste to my own. This some how made it better as far as my psyche was concerned. I started licking as fast as I could so I could get it over with. I heard Angie mew at my effort and soon she was wiggling her bottom, which caused her pussy to slide across my face. She seemed quite turned on by this, which turned me on. 

Once I had her pussy as clean as I could get it Angie sat up and then lowered her bottom on to my mouth. This was a first for me, as she never asked me to clean her bottom after I came inside it. But really it wasn't that big a deal. I've licked her ass hole often in the past and even though it was filled with Dan's sperm I saw no reason to stop now. 

Once her bottom was clean Angie got off my face and lay down next to me on the floor. She kissed me over and over for a very long time and her kisses were filled with passion. 

After what seemed like an hour of solid kissing Angie asked. "Are you okay? He was pretty mean to you. In fact he concentrated more on humiliating you than me." 

"I'm okay; I mean it wasn't that bad really. You're okay though right? I didn't want him hitting you. I really felt bad when he hit you when I didn't grab his cock fast enough." I asked. 

"He slaps my ass some times when he's fucking me that really not to bad but tonight he hurt me. I don't think he's ever hit me that hard before, then again I always done what he told me to do." She told me as she rubbed her bottom where he had hit her. 

Whether she knew it or not she words stung me. I didn't like being the cause of her pain. "I'm sorry I promise next time I'll do what ever he wants me to. I don't want him hitting you like that again." I told her apologetically. 

Angie smiled and asked. "You mean you're not ready to divorce me yet. I thought for sure you would be packing your bags by now." 

"I don't give up that easy, besides it really wasn't that bad. I can handle some humiliation. You've handle it a long time haven't you?" I asked hoping she was okay with me being humiliated. 

Angie giggled and said. "Yes my love I have been quite often. Come on let's go upstairs and get in the shower. You're a mess. You've got cum in your hair on your face, your neck and shirt. Let's not forget about the big stain on your pants. Obviously you had a orgasm in your panties." 

I was surprised she said that, as I didn't remember it happening. I looked down at my tan Dockers and saw she was right. There was a large wet spot near my zipper. "I wonder when that happen?" I asked 

Angie laughed and said "Well don't ask me I was too busy getting fucked. You obviously enjoyed something that happened." 

As we walked up the stairs I asked. "Are you okay? I mean he was pretty rough on you he didn't hurt you did he?" 

Angie blushed and looked toward the floor before saying. "Physically I'm fine I've had rougher times with him. Mentally something is different." When I asked her to elaborate she said. "The sex tonight was different. Normally I feel disgusted with myself but tonight I feel good. Maybe it's because you were there with me but for some reason I enjoyed the sex tonight." 

I really wasn't expecting her to say that but I was happy for her. If it was because I was there with her, that made it better. At least I contributed to making it a pleasurable experience for her. 

After our shower we put on night gowns and climbed into bed together. I really didn't expect to make love to her that night considering what had transpired in the living room earlier, but Angie was of another mind. 

Once in bed Angie started kissing me. After kissing my face and neck she worked down to my chest. Normally I would be wearing the breast forms and Angie would just bypass them, as no matter what she did I would receive very little pleasure through them.  

That night she pulled up my nightie and started kissing my chest. I never knew my nipples where sensitive and when she started to suck on my nipples I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips. Angie saw I liked what she was doing and she decided to spend a long time on my nipples. In the end she stroked my cock through my satin panties and sucked on my nipples till I filled my panties with sperm. 

After I had time to relax she asked. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" 

"It was wonderful I never knew my nipples were so sensitive." I told her.

"Most people's are, I never thought to play with yours before but I'll make a point to do it often from now on." She told me before I got out of bed to wash and change my panties. 

The next day we went clothes shopping, as the new spring line had come out. Besides buying lingerie we bought a few dresses and skirts and plenty of tops. That night we went out to a club for some dancing, before going home so Angie could make love to me with her strap on. 

While Angie was fucking me from behind I couldn't get the image of Dan doing the same thing to Angie out of my head. When I came I imagined it was Dan fucking me instead of Angie. That scared me. I never thought of another man taking Angie's place before. 

Seeing I had to dress up as Jackie to go shopping on Saturday I stay as Jackie the entire week. Then again I dressed more often as Jackie than I did as Jack. On the following Saturday I had to change back into Jack as we had a dinner date with one of the partners at the law office. 

I really didn't want to go, as I had nothing in common with these people. As a spouse I couldn't relate with the other spouses seeing I was male and they were female. If I had dressed as Jackie I probably would have had a better time but of course that wasn't possible. As far as the other males were concerned they all talked shop and I wasn't part of their shop any longer. I usually sat with the wives and smiled. 

While I was dressing to go to the party I happen to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror standing side ways. I noticed something out of the ordinary. As I looked I realized my chest looked different. Normally my chest is very flat and my nipples are unnoticeable. That night it looked like my chest had puffed out and from the side my nipples looked like they were protruding. 

As I looked closer in to the mirror I could see my areolas looked bigger than normal and when I squeezed the flesh around my nipple there was something to grab hold of. I briefly wondered if it had something to do with what Angie had done the previous weekend, but I quickly scoffed at the idea as being ridiculous. I mean no way that could happen that quickly. I finally decided I gained weight and it went to my chest instead of my belly. I never mentioned it to Angie and if she noticed it she didn't say anything about it. 

Three weeks after my first encounter with Dan Angie started acting bitchy again. On Thursday of that week after she snapped at me about something that wasn't my fault. I handed her the phone and said. "I think it's time you called Dan." 

Angie took the phone and said I was right. After dialing the number I heard her say. "Good evening Mister Dan this is your slut Angie." I watched her listen for a few seconds before she hung up the phone. She then turned toward me and said. "He wants you to call. You have to say 'this is your slut Angie's wimpy husband. My sluty wife has a burning wet cunt that needs filling by a real man with a real cock. My little dick is too small to satisfy her." 

I'm sure I looked shocked at what Angie had just said. I couldn't believe I would have to make a phone call and say that to another man. Then again I really shouldn't have been shocked at all. This was the game he played and it was another way to humiliate me. 

Taking the phone from Angie's hand she said, "I'm sorry but I did tell you it could get worse." 

I dialed the number that Angie gave me. Once I heard him say hello I told him exactly what Angie told me to say. I heard Dan laugh on the other end before saying. "I'll bet she does with a dick as small as you have I'm surprised you don't have a live in stud to service her. I'll be arriving tomorrow night at seven. Make sure she's naked and waiting for me by the door. Better yet you wait for me by the door. You can greet me by saying. Please come in sir and show my sluty wife what a real man is like. Of cause I still want the slut naked." Before I could answer he hung up the phone. 

"He'll be here at seven tomorrow." I told Angie as I put the phone back in its cradle. She looked very relieved. 

That night Angie was very aggressive in bed. Normally she only brings out the strap on weekends when she has time to enjoy a nice long session with it. That night she pulled me up to the bedroom once the call was made and threw me down on the bed. Once she had the strap on in place I had to suck her dildo for about twenty minutes then she fucked me for about an hour. I enjoyed getting fucked and sucking on her dildo but the session was too long and the next day my bottom was sore. 

You would think I would be anxious about the evening to come, but really I wasn't. I was a little worried about how far Dan would go in humiliating me but I figured he wouldn't kill me and he wasn't gay. So I was pretty safe as far as that went. I just hoped he wouldn't hurt Angie or I. 

From what she told me the only time he hit her enough to hurt her was when I hesitated about handling his cock. I resolved not to do that again. This time I would do what ever he wanted as quickly as I could. 

I cleaned up the house for most of the day on Friday. I knew making dinner for Angie and I would be a waste, as she wouldn't be able to eat till Saturday morning and seeing it appeared I had gained more weight in my chest I could miss a meal. By two that afternoon I started turning myself back into Jack for the evening ahead. I had just finished when Angie arrived at five thirty. After a few quick kisses we went upstairs to shower and change.

I had already showered a few hours earlier but Angie insisted I shower with her. We went into the bathroom where she gave herself a cleansing enema and she insisted I give myself one as well. I didn't see the need for it but it had become a daily ritual since Angie started using the strap on so what else could I do but go along with her. 

After Angie used a disposable douche we climbed into the shower together. We played around somewhat while we washed each other's bodies but nothing too serious. We then climbed out and dried each other off. 

After I shaved once more at Angie's insistence I went into the bedroom where Angie was already making up her face. On the bed I saw she had laid out my clothes for the evening. 

On the bed was a red and black satin corset plus a pair of black see through seamed silk stockings and a pair of red and black lace panties. There was also a pair of black trousers black silk shirt and socks. 

A year earlier I would have asked Angie if she was sure she wanted me to wear this but by this time I knew better that to ask. She wouldn't have laid it out if she weren't sure. Seeing time was getting short I started putting on the corset. 

The corset was rather tight telling me I was still gaining weight. But the panties and the stockings fit perfectly. It wasn't until I had the lingerie on and was looking at myself in the mirror when I noticed the excess weight I had been gaining had bunched up on my chest. Sticking over the top of my corset was two tiny mounds of flesh that looked just like small breasts. 

I asked Angie to adjust the draw strings on the back of the corset but she quickly said with out looking at me. "I can't right now love, Dan will be here in twenty minutes and we have to get ready. Believe me you don't want to be late." Of course she was right I don't know what he would do if I wasn't at the door when he rang the doorbell. 

At five to seven Angie was in the living room waiting for Dan to come while I was waiting in the hallway by the front door. Angie was naked as Dan demanded and I was fully dressed. When I left Angie to go stand by the door I could tell she was quite nervous as she didn't seem to know what to do with her hands. I had tried to calm her but it did little good. 

At three minutes to seven I heard a car pull in to our driveway. When I looked through the peephole I saw it wasn't the pickup truck that I had expected but a Lincoln Escalated. Though I could see it was Dan who got out of the SUV. I could see Dan must have gone home before coming over. He was dressed in a pair of dress slacks dress shoes a turtle neck shirt and a leather jacket.

Even thought I wanted to open the door before he knocked I waited till he knocked. As I open the door I said. "Please come in sir and show my sluty wife what a real man is like." 

"Why should I have to do that little man?" He asked. 

I really didn't know what to say, as he didn't tell me this conversation would go further. I thought quickly and said, "Because my dick is too small to satisfy my sluty wife." 

"Seeing you put it that way I guess I have no option. After all we can let a perfectly good slut go to waste, not when there's a big cock in my pants waiting to get out. Lead the way little wimp." 

As I walked back toward the living room I guess I didn't walk fast enough as Dan kept stepping on the heels to my shoes. When we entered the living room Angie was kneeling on the floor with her eyes looking at the floor. She looked very submissive and very beautiful. 

We stopped in front of Angie and Dan asked. "What's this wimp-boy?" 

Again I had to think on my feet, as it seemed Dan wanted me to subjugate myself to him totally. "This is my sluty wife Mister Dan. She needs a real man with a real big cock to satisfy her." 

Dan took off his jacket and handed it to me before saying. "She looks quite needy, doesn't she. Go hang up my jacket and get me a beer while I get started." 

I moved as quickly as I could and I figured by the time I got back to the living room Angie should still be undressing him. I was completely wrong on my calculations. Not only was Angie done undressing him, but also she was already between his legs licking his hairy balls. 

Dan took the beer from my hand and took a deep swallow before saying. "You know wimp I don't think its fair the slut and I are naked and you're still dressed. Get out of those clothes." 

To say his statement shocked me would be an understatement. I knew when he saw me in my lingerie he would heap a storm of verbal abuse on me. It was one of my greatest fears. 

Dan saw my hesitation and quickly grabbed a hand full of Angie's hair and yanked her up onto his lap. To stop him I quickly said, "Please sir, don't hit her I'll take my clothes off." I could see the fear in Angie's eyes. 

"Then get started wimp before I start hitting her." Dan said menacingly. 

I was so scared and nervous I could barely get my fingers to undo the buttons on my shirt. I really wanted to turn away, as he seemed to watch me intently. Even Angie was watching, as he still had not let go of her hair. I knew turning away would not be tolerated. Even if I had he would have still seen the back of my corset. 

Undoing the buttons seemed to take forever but I'm sure it didn't take that long at all. Once the buttons were undone I pulled my shirt off my shoulders which brought the corset I was wearing into view. 

"Holy shit, what the hell do you have on?" Dan asked once he could see the corset I was wearing. "Dam I thought you were a wimp but you're really a sissy. Come on lets get your pants off so I can see what you have on underneath those." 

With both Angie and Dan watching me I slipped off the shoes I was wearing and removed my pants and socks. Dan stopped me from removing anything else and said. "Dam you go all out don't you. I haven't seen many girls that dress as sexy as you do. I'll bet you wear makeup too don't you sissy." I was so embarrassed all I could do was nodded my head. "Well then go do up your face and put on a pair of sexy heels. Let's see what kind of sissy slut you look like. Your wife will keep me company until you get back." As I started toward the stairs he told me to put a wiggle in my walk.




Jackie Said What?



Jackie was late to lunch as usual. Cassie could count of a few things in life. Day, Night, Taxes, Tom of course and Jackie being late. When she first started to notice this, she adjusted her schedule 5 minutes or so. But being late, even if you don't care if the other person is, just drove her nuts. So she developed other ways of handling the time at the table alone. She would plan things in her head, her shopping lists, or projects that need to be done at home. But mostly she would just sit there and people watch, making up stories in her head about the different combinations of people around the room. Who was here on business? Was that romance that is flashing between those two over there? The older woman and her daughter... had to be a medical discussion. She would play this game for as long as it took Jackie to finally drag her butt over here.

Why did Jackie want to meet her for lunch? Cassie hadn't thought about that much before agreeing to the time and place, but they had just been to lunch last week and thinking about it, this was a bit unusual. 

Cassie was pondering this question when a whirlwind blew Jackie into her seat, pulling a waiter behind her with menu and water glass in hand. "Hey sweetie!" Jackie had been shopping and set several small bags with handles down on the floor next to her feet. "I got stuck checking out at Saks. Behind some old gray hair who was disputing the way things were ringing up." And with that the old friends fell into their usual pattern of talking about anything and everything.

Jackie had been her best friend since she move to town from college. They met at her first job and Cassie knew within minutes of meeting her that they would be friends forever. They had lived through each others personal and professional successes and failures, horrible boyfriends, bad haircuts and talked each other down from suicide by chocolate. And even though Jackie had enough quirks to drive most people crazy, to her they were just "Jackie" and she loved her all the more for them. It was Cassie who introduced Jackie to Paul. Paul was in town on business with one of Cassie's boyfriends company and she liked him, as it turned out a whole lot more than her old boyfriend. It took some coaxing to make sure Jackie would show up, but when she did and they met Cassie felt the air get sucked out of the room. Six months later Paul moved his business to town, Jackie moved in with him and six months after that Cassie had to wear a horrible coral color dress in the wedding. 

And in a way, it was Jackie who facilitated things to allow Cassie to meet Tom. It was Jackie who told Cassie to get out of the apartment "NOW!" To go someplace, anyplace before the boyfriend got back. Cassie grabbed a handful of things and disappeared, moving with Lois for a day or two. Jackie handled the boyfriend, getting Cassie's stuff, making arrangements for her to miss work for a day or two to avoid a stalker, even arranging an appointment with a lawyer. The lawyer wasn't Tom, although Tom was a lawyer. The lawyer was a female attorney who specialized in domestic violence cases. Cassie couldn't believe that she was in a middle of a domestic violence "situation", although everyone around her kept telling her that she was. After a while, she moved into Jackie and Paul's place until everyone was convinced that it was safe and that the jerk was going to finally leave her alone. 

Jackie was the one who filled up Cassie's days and nights with conversations and plans. Thinking back about it, it had to be a real sacrifice for the relative newlyweds to make for their sad, sorry friend. But Jackie would hear nothing of it when Cassie suggested she get a hotel room while she looked for a new apartment. And Jackie had Paul drive to get Cassie when she thought she saw her old boyfriend's car following her home one night. They were the best friends anyone could ever hope for and she loved them dearly. 

And it was Jackie who insist that Cassie go to the party when Margie invited her. It was some business thing at downtown restuarant. Never mind it was probably a ploy to give the newlyweds an evening of uninhibative sex without Ms. Third Wheel hanging around the apartment. With no joy in her soul, she let Jackie push her out the door and on with her life. And it was at the party where she met Tom. It was actually in his honor, although you couldn't tell by him. He had won a big case and the firm was basking in their portion of a huge settlement. But the lead lawyer on the case kept finding himself drifting further and further from the center of the party. He was out on the patio when he and Cassie met. 

Cassie knew nothing of the firm, the case and the lawyer. She was there because Jackie kicked her out and Margie had dragged her here. But somehow, the two loners started talking. He was different from the other men to that moment. He was nice. He was shy. He wasn't pushy. He listened! He was tall, kind of skinny, looked ackward in his expensive suit. But over time, he became the most beautiful person she had ever met. And of course Jackie like him, which sealed the deal. One year later Jackie had to wear a horrible dark blue dress at Cassie's wedding. 

So there was little that the two women could not talk about. Family? Cassie knew the names, ages, peculiarlities of Jackie's family, most of Paul's and had Jackie's mom's cell phone number on speed dial. Finance? Jackie had a copy of Cassie's lock box key, just in case of emergency. Sex? What each woman knew more about each other and their friends spouses bedroom activities would shock most people. But when two women are so close and share everything else, why not share that also?

"So," Jackie paused to look around, making sure no one was listening, "how's things?"

Cassie smiled. "Things? Things are very good, thank you. And you?"

Jackie laughed. "Well, we had an interesting "thing" happen to us about a month ago. Remember when the four of us went to dinner and the movie?"

"Yeah?"

"It got pretty steamy later that night."

"Oh really?"

"I'll only going tell you if you tell me an equally good story."

"What if my story isn't as good?"

"Yours never are."

"I'll take my chances with Tom, thank you very much."

"Oh I didn't suggest Tom wasn't a good time. I'm suggesting that you leave out all the best stuff!"

"That's not true... OK. Maybe I do, a little bit. Anyway, what about Saturday night?"

"Well, You were wearing that green sweater of yours. And honey, you were showing a bit of cleavage."

"Yeah. You told me to "put those away." And?..."

"And as soon as you leave, Paul starts kissing my neck and rubbing me from behind. Then he starts feeling me up. So I turn around and push him into the bedroom and he practically rips off my clothes and he keeps going back to my tits. So we're doing the deed and I lean up and he kissing and nibbling on my breasts and I said, "So you're thinking of Cassie's tits aren't you". 

"You didn't"

"Like hell I didn't. So he doesn't answer right away, but I can tell he's getting even more excited, so and I hope you don't mind, but I tell him "Oh, you like Cassie's tits don't you. Kiss them. Yeah, you'd like to doing this to Cassie wouldn't you?"

"JACKIE!"

"Well, that set's him off and I was pretty close behind. I tell you it was the ride of my life. He just about blew me off the saddle, so to speak. So we talked afterwards and I wasn't mad or anything, but I asked if he was as turned on as he seemed."

"Do I really want to hear all this?"

"I don't know... do you?"

"Well, you've gone this far... and?"

"So you know how men are, they get all weirded out trying to figure out if something is a trap or not and he starts to give me this mamby pamby answer. So I stop him and I start to tell him that Its OK and I tell him how I could get excited thinking about Tom and taking off his clothes and pulling down his shorts and..."

"OK, now this is getting weird!"

"Now? Honey, we were past weird twenty minutes ago. So I notice as I'm talking, the old soldier is being to respond. So I keep it up, talking about doing stuff and next thing I know he's on top of me and he's taunting me about Tom fucking me and spliting me wide and me begging for it and..."

Cassie was being to feel a bit flushed. They had talked about sex for the last four years and often it was even more descriptive than this, but in her minds eye she could see Paul naked and hard pounding a needy Jackie towards a climax. 

"... and I'm wanting more and more and..." Jackie looked around and then back to her best friend smiling. "God, it was incredible." 

Cassie could imagine that it was. She felt the slight presence of moisture between her legs and the telltale longing to touch herself. "My god," she heard herself say, "that could be pretty hot."

Jackie heard that and instantly relax a bit, as if she wasn't sure how her friend might relax. "Oh, honey. Go home tonight and try it!"

Cassie was affected by Jackie's story all day. She tried to concentrate on other things, but her mind kept going back to a scene where Jackie is taunting Paul. Or was she taunting Paul? "My god, stop it!" she told herself. Somehow she made it through the afternoon and got home a bit before Tom. It was Thursday, which was pizza night, and she called in their order and then call Tom on his cell.

"Hey."

"Hi sweetheart."

"I've called in the za. Hey, why don't you pick up some wine on the way home also?"

"Wine? On a Thursday?"

"I don't know. It just sounds good."

"Will do."

He was home 30 minutes later with a hot pizza and a cool bottle of wine. Fourty five minutes after that the pizza and wine was gone and Cassie suggested that he might want to shower, a code word for possible sex. That's all it took for Tom to head upstairs and get cleaned up. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel to find Cassie in one of her naughtiest nighties standing at the bedroom door.

"I've been thinking about this all day!"

"I am so glad you did."

Cassie was wearing a black bustieree that pushed her breasts up. With this she had on a tiny black g-string, black stockings and fuck me pumps. She was absolutely gorgegous! "Now why don't you give me that towel and come here."

Tom complied. She took the towel and tossed it over the door knob. She took his hand and lead him to the bed, seating him with his feet on the ground. Cassie leaned over rather than kneeling down to take him in her mouth, knowing that the mirror on the dresser was giving him a wonderful view of her ass.

Tom wasn't sure why he was experiencing this good fortune, but he wasn't going to fight it. Cassie was on fire tonight and whatever it was, he was for it. 

"My god, Cass. This is great!"

"So you're wondering why I'm so hot?"

"Baby, you're incredible."

"I had lunch with Jackie today. And she told me a story." Cassie told each line, taking a break to plunge down as far as she could on his pole. "She told me that she and Paul fucked the other night." She knelt down now to improve her angle and as she did, one hand left his shaft and started to fondle his balls. "And that she imagined that she was getting fucked by you!" And with that she stopped talking and went to work. His excitment was palipable. He leaned back on the bed and moaned, thrusting up to meet her as she slid down on him. "Paul was telling her what you would do to her, but she was imagining that it was you.

Tom was excited enough and now Cassie crawled onto the bed pulling herself up the length of her husband. "She saw you naked and you were rock hard." Cassie was now even with Tom, her body barely hovering above him. The lace on her outfit brushed up against his skin. Cassie sat up and pulled the g string over to one side. She positioned herself over her husband, guiding him where she wanted him. "And then she said you entered her hard, but she was ready for you..." she eased her hips down and first the pressure and then the release as she slid down onto him. She had been ready for this all day and now she was getting what she wanted. Cassie started rocking back and forth, up and down. Fucking around the g-string made it seem dirtier and she was finding that she liked it dirty, at least tonight. "And then you fucked her, like you were fucking mad, you fucked my best friend!" Tom was losing it, he rolled his wife over and started going nuts, hips mashing together. "Fuck me like you fucked Jackie!"

"Fuck Jackie!" Tom muttered. He was a man possessed. He wasn't making love, he was ravishing her. And Cassie was enjoying being ravished. 

"Fuck me!" Cassie screamed as she started to come. Tom exploded into her, she could feel the pulse, feel the splash as he did. He kept moving for a minute or so after they both came and he started to kiss her passionately. "My god, Cassie, what has come over you?'

"I thought you might enjoy the story."

"Did you make that up?"

"Oh..." this was her moment to disfuse the situation. She could say yes and then it would be just some sort of role playing game she made up. But she couldn't. "no. It actually happened. Pretty much the way I told you."

"My god, that was hot."

Tom rolled off of his wife and Cassie excused herself a moment to "freshen up". When she came back to the bed room a minute or two later, Tom was laying under the covers watching her. "I love that outfit."

"I know you do."

Tom climbed out of bed to meet her. They kissed. "But I think I'd like to see more of you." He turned her around and started to undo the ties to the top. It fell to the floor. "I definetely like seeing more of you." Tom kissed her neck, his hands messaging her now bare breasts. When his hands left her tits, they moved down pulling the g-string off of her hips and send them falling down her legs towards the floor. She lifted one leg to kick the useless panties off and her ass bumped up against Tom. He was getting hard again. "So quickly?" she thought, but only for a moment before other sensations called for more attention. 

He left the stocking on as he laid her on the bed. He moved between her legs and started to explore her with his tongue. He stopped for a moment and asked "What else did she tell you?"

Cassie was laying there, still a bit bubbly from the last encounter and now Tom was getting her excited again. "Oh, she said that she started teasing Paul."

"Teasing him about what?"

"My tits."

Tom's tongue brushed up the length of her and she shuttered. "ohmygod". 

"Go on," he said, now zeroing in on her button. 

"She asked if he like my tits." She found herself spreading her legs a bit wider for her husband.

"And he said yes." His hands reached around her legs, shifting her butt a bit and making for a better angle for a long deep thrust.

"Oh god, Tom that's so good."

"Does he want to fondle them?"

"Yes. He wants to see them. He wants to suck on them." Tom was working his magic on her now, but in her mind Paul, a man that protected her at one of the darkest times in her life, was sucking on her breasts. "God, that feels good."

"But he wants to do more than suck your tits, doesn't he?"

"Yes, he wants to fuck me." Tom's tongue was going a mile a minute now. She was close. Hell she was coming. "He wants to fuck me!"

"He will. He will soon." Tom didn't stop when he felt his wife's contractions. He didn't even stop when he thought he tasted a bit of himself down there. Cassie was thrashing around on the bed, legs bucking, hips pushing up to meet him.

"God Tom, fuck me now!"

"Tom or Paul?"

"I don't care! Fuck me!"

Tom slid up and entered her. She was ready and pulled him into her. They mashed together for a minute or so and Cassie was getting more and more excited. Her stocking covered legs wrapped around him, locking him into place.

Tom whispered in her ear, "Paul's fucking you right now isn't he?"

"Yes. God, harder!"

"Paul is fucking you and Jackie is watching."

In Cassie mind now Jackie is back there watching. But Cassie didn't care, she wanted to come more than life itself at the moment. 

"Paul is pounding you and you want it."

"Harder!"

"And Jackie is naked and she's next to you."

"HARDER!"

"She's telling Paul to fuck you. And You want her to."

"OHMYGOD! YES! FUCK ME HARD!" Cassie started coming. It was all Tom could do but to hang on. She exploded and when she did she pulled Tom along also. He found himself pumping and pumping and pumping into her. They were more animal than human at that moment. And when it was over, it was almost more like they "came to" from a deep coma. They found themselves giggling about what just happened.

"Hey," Tom said after a couple of minutes. "Tell Jackie thanks for the bedtime story."

Chapter Two

"You tried it, didn't you?" Jackie asked the moment she picked up the phone.

"What?" Cassie tried to play dumb.

"Don't lie to me. I know you better than anyone. So how was it?"

"Interesting."

"Interesting?"

"VERY interesting."

"We need a drinks. Lunch just won't do this."

It took a few days for the two women to find a free night but Cassie found herself in a booth at a bar, waiting for Jackie once again. It was easier watching people at night to figure out what they wanted. Some wanted relief from their jobs and lives. Some wanted companionship. And, she figured, most wanted sex. Cassie found she could spot the men and women who were there because they had a need and no partner. It was too easy figuring out what the men were thinking, so she found herself concentrating on the women, how they identified who they were interested, how they flirted, how they moved things along. The poor guys they picked had no chance.

"Judging people again, aren't you." Jackie slid into the booth on the opposite side, tossing her coat on top of her purse.

"Not judging them. Just watching. Learning."

"Learning how horny people are?"

"I know how horny people are. I'm just trying to figure out why people do what they do?"

"And?"

"I have no idea."

Jackie waved the waitress over and they ordered drinks. They made small talk, about their days, their jobs, for a round of drinks or two. Finally Jackie couldn't stand it any longer. "So wasn't that fun?"

Cassie didn't need any more clues as to what "that" was. Nodding slightly she replied, "Yes. That was a different way of spending some time together."

Cassie was glancing around to make sure that no one was listening in. "We did it again! Saturday night."

6

This didn't surprise Cassie at all. She had thought about trying the talking again with Tom that weekend, but opted to plain old straight forward seduction sex. Cassie didn't want Tom to think she was totally warped. She had wondered though if Tom wasn't trying to emphasize the same things to her. "So similar results?"

Jackie took a large sip of her drink and waved the bartender for a refill. "You know how we bought similar lingerie last summer? Anyway I got dressed up in that black bustiere that you told me you had on and I covered up in a robe and went downstairs. I asked him "do you want to play our game"? and he jumps up ready to go."

"Your "game"?"

"Don't interupt. So I got a bottle of wine out and I pour two big glasses and we drink and then I told him I had a story about you and Tom."

"I should never tell you anything."

"I told him that you and Tom got drunk and that you told him to shower. And then I sent him to shower, but not to touch himself... other than to clean up."

Jackie stopped when she saw the waitress coming with a fresh round of drinks. Cassie realized now that she was on her third drink and was beginning to feel the effects already. Jackie took another long pull on hers before continuing. "So he's in the shower and I take off my robe and stand by the bathroom door and I said "And Cassie was waiting in the bedroom in this!" A minute later the shower shuts off and he comes into the bedroom, his towel pointing straight out and I have candles going and I'm stretched out. Any way I start telling him stuff..."




Jackie Said What?



"Wait a minute, I didn't tell you everything we did."

"Didn't matter. I made a bunch of stuff up."

"OK, what did I do?"

"Well, drink up. You were a very naughty girl."

Tom knew that the girls were going out that night so he worked late at the office catching up on some billing. He told Cassie to call him when she was ready and he'd pick her up. He had a lot to do, so he wasn't particularly watching the clock. But when 9 pm rolled around, he began to think that he might call her. It took her a bit to answer. "Hello?"

"Hi honey. How's it going?"

"Jackie is being evil." He could hear Jackie laughing hysterically in the background.

"I'm about done. You about ready?"

He heard Jackie saying "Tell him to meet us here."

"Tom? Come on over to Kelly's and have a drink with us."

"How can I refuse two lovely and slightly drunk ladies?"

Kelly's had gotten more crowded over time and Tom had to slide around the obsticle course of bodies filling in the space between the door and bar. He found the girls in the booth talking and laughing. He could tell, they were both a bit light headed.  

"Hey good looking! Good thing you're here. We've been turning them away all night!" Jackie practically shouted as he slid in next to Cassie. Cassie smiled and gave him a longer and sloppier kiss than was expected. "Hi honey."

"So," Tom said after ordering a beer, "You guys having fun?"

Jackie blurt out "Not as much as you did," and both women collasped into a spasm of laugher. 

"Yes, it was fun. How was work?" Cassie was trying to gather herself and Tom made light conversation. He was thinking he had to get calmed down a bit and drive them both home sooner, as opposed to later. While he was talking, Cassie hand held his and her leg started rubbing up against his. She scooted just a bit closer. But what was really odd was the way that both women were watching and listening to him. He got the feeling that neither one was really hearing anything he was saying, but were more likely taking mental notes.

"How about we finish these up and I'll drive you guys home?"

"Shit!" Jackie snapped out of her trance. "I drove here."

"We'll leave the car here tonight and Paul and I can pick it up tomorrow morning."

"You don't mind?"

"Honey," Cassie added, "You are in no shape..."

The drive home was kind of funny. The girls both slid into the back seat and Tom imagined this was what parents of pre-teens felt like driving daughters to a junior high dance, if in fact the 8th graders were drunk. After just a bit, the two partiers forgot there was someone up front listening in.

"Will Paul be mad?" Cassie asked Jackie.

"No. I'll be especially nice to him and he'll be OK." The women giggled a bit.

"Be Jackie this time," Cassie added and the giggling started again.

It took fifteen minutes or so to get to Jackie's house. Tom offered to walk her to the door, but Jackie insisted that she was fine and ran ahead. "Tell Paul to call me tomorrow."

"OK" and the door shut behind her.

Cassie had moved to the front seat and leaned over to give Tom a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For picking us up. Taking us home. Being nice."

"No problem."

They headed home and Cassie reached out for his hand. He held hers until he needed to turn left, so he laid it down on the seat. He felt her hand sliding over his leg and coming to rest on his crotch. He responded almost immediately.

Cassie pulled the zipper down and slid her fingers in, rubbing his cock through his briefs. 

"You do know that Jackie is evil, don't you?" Cassie said in the dark.

"Apparently she's rubbing off." Cassie reached over, undoing Tom's belt and unbuttoning his pants. 

"I'll have to tell you later what she told me." Cassie unfastened her seat belt and moved down onto his lap. She tugged on his briefs and Tom had to raise out of the seat a bit. Once he was free, Cassie started to slowly tongue him up and down, one hand hold him one hand fondling his balls.

As difficult as it was to drive like this, Tom tried to keep his composure. Her mouth now found his head and the combination of lips, tongue, hand and fingers was becoming too much.

"Cass, you better stop. I'm close."

"good." She started going faster.

"No really. I'm almost there." No response.

The pressure was building up and yet while driving he was a prisoner of her intentions. 

"My God, Cassie. I'm coming!" He felt the spasm deep in his balls. She felt it too and her hands messaged it along. He erupted into her mouth, spurting two, three, four times. Cassie swallowed twice, licking his head clean as more creeped out.

Pulling into their garage, Tom wanted to attack her right then and there. But Cassie straighten up and smiled, "Nope, not now. Tomorrow night." and hopped out of the car.

Tom had to button and fasten as he tried to catch up to her. "What? What about tomorrow night?" Cassie kicked off her pants in the laundry room, dropped her purse on the kitchen counter and was unbuttoning her blouse as she went up the stairs. She was bumping up against walls, sort of a soft and almost naked pinball, but she stopped at the top of the stairs turned to Tom and said, "You were sweet for taking us home, but I'm too drunk and exhausted tonight." He could tell from her body language that she was just about ready to pass out. "Tomorrow. And Tomorrow I'll tell you what Jackie told me." And with that she went into the bed room. 

Tom picked up the abandoned clothes and closed up the house. He was upstairs within minutes, hoping that she was laying there waiting for him. In a way, she was. She was passed out face down on top of the covers, naked with her butt greeting the world. He smiled. Cassie wasn't a big drinker. This just reminded him of why. He put her to bed properly, getting a moaning sort of response and a "I love you too" when he tucked her in. 

He was wide awake from the unexpected treat in the car, so he went back downstairs to fix himself a scotch. "What was getting in to those two?" He thought, mindlessly going through the mail. Not that he minded too much. The sex lately had been incredible. They had tried things in the last couple of weeks that they had never tried before. Turning on the tv, his mind kept wandering back to Cassie and Jackie. If Cassie is being this wild, what as Jackie like. The four of them had been swimming together and Tom had a pretty good idea of what her body was like. Jackie wasn't as tall as Cassie, but a little rounder. "She does have a nice ass," he thought. His scotch was dry and he stood up to get another when he realized he was getting stiff again. "Well, I'll be damn." He went back to the TV, but he kept thinking about Jackie. She was always a bit wild. If Cassie's giving blow jobs in the car, what was happening to Paul? 

Cassie woke up on Saturday morning feeling like a truck ran her over. She could remember getting home, she knew Tom pick them up and she could remember some of the ride home. But mostly she felt the banging of her brain against her skull. Falling back into bed helped some. Pulling Tom's pillow over her face helped some more. She laid there for several more minutes, letting concousness creep slowly back into her life. After a bit, she felt over and found that Tom wasn't in bed. And possibly more importantly, she really needed to pee. So she pulled herself up and found her way to the bathroom.

Tom heard the toilet flushed and got her cup of coffee ready. He had been awake for over an hour and the house was pretty much in order. He heard her feet plod down the steps as if she was heading to the gallows.

"Morning, my little party animal."

"I think I am going to die."

"We all are sometime. Coffee?"

"You are a saint..." She took the cup and plopped down at the kitchen table. She took several long and deliberate sips, before saying anything else. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Last night. Getting me home."

"I should be thanking you."

"For what?"

"You don't remember what you did in the car?"

"The car?"

Tom laughed hard. "Cassie, remember our vacation down Highway One in California?"

"Yeah?" And slowly the memory of that trip filtered into her thoughts. "Oh yeah. I really did that last night didn't I."

"I think I'd have to say you definetly did."

She took another long drink. "I should never drink again." 

"Oh I think I beg to differ. You were... really into it. And if alcohol does that to you..."

"So if I was so drunk, how come you didn't try..."

"You told me not to."

"Man, I must have really been plastered. I was thinking about sex all day long. Well, thank you for being such a gentleman."

Tom placed a plate of toast in front of her and gave her the paper. She was reading the paper and he was cleaning up the counter when the phone rang.

Thankfully for Cassie's head, Tom got it on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hey Tom. Paul."

"How's Jackie?"

"Moaning in bed... with a hangover! Man, I don't know about Cass but Jackie was plastered."

"Yeah, they were feeling no pain last night."

"Today I want to DIE!" Cassie added from the table.

"I think Jackie would agree."

When he hung up, Tom asked Cassie if she'd be ok while he and Paul got Jackie's car. 

"I'll be fine. Nothing that a long hot shower and total darkness won't fix."

She was in the shower when the phone rang again. Dripping wet, wrapped in a towel she made it to the phone before the fourth ring. 

"Cass?"

"Hi Jackie. How are you feeling?"

"Like crap."

"A whole lot of that going around. Tom been by yet?"

"He just picked up Paul. I called as soon as they left."

"What's up?"

"How much of what we talked about did you tell Tom?"

"I don't think I told him anything. Although I was pretty drunk, I don't remember a whole lot after the bar."

"Well, how about we leave out some details. OK?"

"OH! Those details. I'm good with that. You haven't told Paul have you?"

"Well..."

"Thanks for bring my little lush home last night."

"No problem. They were both a bit lit up weren't they?"

"Man, what has gotten into them lately? Everytime Jackie comes home from visiting with Cassie... well"

Tom laughed. "Yeah. They're feeding off each other, that's for sure." He felt just a bit uncomfortable having this conversation with Paul.

They were quiet for a moment, then Paul spoke. "Are you guys OK with what Jackie's been telling Cassie lately?"

"Well, yeah. I mean anything that results in, well results like that is a good thing... mostly."

Paul nodded. "And you don't mind that Cassie is telling Jackie things?"

As long as she's not exaggerating by too much of too little, I guess so." He sipped his coffee. "It is kind of hot though, isn't it?"

Paul nodded. "Yes, it is." 

That night the sex was incredible. Cassie was a tiger, making love by attacking Tom, pawing his clothes off, aggressively taking what she wanted. She moved Tom where she wanted him and didn't wait for him find his way, but instead guided herself to the part of him she wanted. And when, after an exhaustive and very active tour around their king size bed Cassie refused to tell him "what Jackie told her", Tom decided that although he was curious as hell he would drop it. Beside as the week went on they were having some great sex all on their own. Sunday night (yes two nights in a row!) she was the one that put the "amatuers" dvd on. Tuesday night, cuddling lead to spooning which lead to doggy. Thursday night she left the bathroom door open while she was showering and shaving, supposedly by accident but Tom had his doubts. Thursday, Cassie also asked if he would like to go out to dinner with Jackie and Paul on Friday. Although his mind was racing with all kinds of questions, he said he thought that sounded like fun.

They met Jackie and Paul at the restaurant. Jackie waved from across the room as soon as she saw Cassie and Tom. Making their way across to the table Cassie noticed the cocktail dress that Jackie was wearing was the one that they bought prior to a cruise she and Paul went on several months ago. Cassie also noticed how much cleavage the dress was offering to the world and she was sure that Tom was aware of it too. 

"Hi," Jackie stood up when they got close and gave Cassie a big hug. Tom and Paul shook hands, like they had many times before. Over dinner the conversations were all on the safe subjects, work, families, sports. It was obvious to Tom that everyone was trying to act normally, but there was a tension there that hung over the table. It was Jackie who suggested that they stop at Kelly's for a drink.

"OK. One one... I'm still feeling the effects of last time."

"You pussy."

Things loosen up a bit after they had a beer. 

"OK." Jackie was building up to something, but she wasn't too sure how to proceed. "Paul and I have something we'd like to talk to you about."

Paul was looking like he wanted to bolt, but Jackie sat on the outside and blocked him. 

"You guys have been our best friends for what seems like forever. Cassie, you know me better than my own sister. So, oh shit..."

She hesitated and Paul stepped in. "Ah, you know those "games" we've been playing lately?"

Both Cassie and Tom nodded, as to not to slow down the conversation.

"Well, I don't mind telling you that Jackie and I have been having way too much fun lately playing and it's actually kind of started some conversations."

Jackie couldn't stand it and cut in. "It's been the best it's been for a long time. Hasn't it?" The question was directed to Paul, but again Cassie and Tom found themselves nodding, also in agreement. 

"Cass, I'm going to ask you, because, no offense Tom, men are like leg sniffing dogs. I mean we were joking about it last week, but you know we were drunk and all, but have you guys ever thought about... you know, changing things up?"

"Changing things up? You mean, swapping?"

Tom was in a sort of shock. He couldn't believe that they were having this conversation. He couldn't believe that their best friends were interested in becoming "friends with benefits." He was shocked to find himself getting very, very hard at the thought. But mostly he couldn't believe the way Cassie said "swapping?" wasn't filled with horror, but had an accepting "tone" to it. Jackie sensed it too and you could see the tension just flowing from her face. 

"Well, yeah. But that does sound kind of dirty, now doesn't it?"

"Well, I don't know. We've never really talked about it, have we?" Cassie had taken Tom's hand under the table and there was a million little messages being communicated via tiny muscle movements and nerves firing. By just holding on to each other, they were trying to "feel" just how the other was reacting. And with her hand in his lap, she felt Tom's other problem.

"Paul and I were, well you know, the other night and while we were, well you know, I asked if he would like to "be with" you. And you know, I was thinking, it would be OK. I wouldn't mind it if it was you, god knows we've shared so many other things."

The four giggled, partially at the joke, but also to release some of the tension. 

"Afterwards, I asked Paul what he'd think if Tom and I were together."

Paul piped in. "I told her that I thought Tom was a great guy and I know he really loves you Cass, but I thought it would be kind of neat to see her fantasy come true."

Jackie cut back in. "I know, I know. This is the weirdest conversation that we've ever had. The most important thing is that our friendship has to come first. This is Paul and my fantasy. We don't expect it to also be yours. But if it weirds you guys out, just tell us and this will be the last time EVER we bring it up."

They sat there in silence for a few seconds. Cassie finally smiled and said, "Well, Tom we've got a lot to talk about tonight, don't we?" 

They didn't say anything for the first couple of minutes on the drive home. Both were a bit afraid to bring it up first. Finally, Tom said "Interesting dinner, don't you think?"

"MY GOD! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?"

"I never in a million years thought we be ask to..."

"I mean, my god Jackie!"

It took several blocks before the conversation didn't include God. 

"I never thought we'd be asked. I mean, not really asked." Cassie shook her head. "Well?"

"Oh no. I'm not falling into that trap!"

"Well, that means "Sure, why not, where's the orgy?""

"It does not. I'm just not the one to say, that's all."

"Why not? You'd be just as much involved as I would."

"So you're thinking about it?"

"Oh my, I must be... I mean, no. No, we can't."

"OK then. I can tell Paul."

A few more blocks. 

"I mean, we couldn't."

"I mean, if anyone found out!"

"It's my best friend's husband!"

They got home and Tom thought that Cassie was still standing by her "no". She headed up stair and he went around turning everything off again.

Tom brushed his teeth in the downstairs bathroom. Looking himself in the mirror he shook his head. He was thinking about fucking Jackie. She was naked underneath him, her wide hips surrounding him, pulling him into her. His dick began to strain against his boxers and he had to adjust himself. "My, my, my... that image will stay in my head for a while." 

He turned off the bathroom light and headed up the dark stairway. He stripped and climbed into bed. Cassie was in the bathroom, he assumed cleaning off her make up.

"And you could do Jackie?"

"I thought we said "no"?'

"I mean, could you?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it." That was a lie. The image of Jackie's bare breasts made him instantly hard again. Then he added, "Could you?"

There was silence for several seconds. Tom heard her brushing her teeth and then spitting into the sink.

"You mean, could I have sex with Paul? I don't know." 

The bathroom light went dark and Tom could see Cassie's silouette come into the bedroom. She pulled back the covers and climbed in. Tom felt her naked body as she cuddled into his side. Her breasts, her soft patch, her firm belly all pressing into him. Putting her arm around his waist, he felt her laughing. "My goodness, what did we get ourselves into?"

"I don't know babe. I don't know."

They laid that way for a minute or so. Cassie's hand rubbed Tom's belly, but it edged down a bit and his penis met her halfway. A couple of strokes and he rolled over to face her. 

"I love you," he said kissing her while wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

She responded with a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining, each of them becoming more and more needy. Tom started to kiss her neck, nibbling on her ears and felt a familiar response.

"Yes... oh, yes." 

He found himself now suckling on her breasts, playing with each, kissing one, kneeding and coveting the other. Cassie was laying back in the bed now, letting his attention wash over her senses. She was letting him know just how much she was enjoying this. He was playing with her nipples, kissing, sucking, rolling each one in his mouth, his saliva making her mounds as wet as she was feeling elsewhere.

"Yes, god yes, there!" she moaned as he headed down her belly and to her snatch. She spread herself out and his tongue found the spot. He licked her length and she separated her lips, allowing him to find more of her. Tom didn't disappoint. His tongue slowly pushed it's way deeper, finding an already swollen clit waiting. 

All the role playing, all the teasing and all the talk had it's affect. "Do you want Paul to do this to you?"

Cassie continued to moan. Tom started to suck and gently nibble on this area now, his tongue continuing to communicate his lust. "You're naked on his bed and he's eatting you out."

"my god." She lifted her groin up into Tom's mouth. He put an arm under her leg, lifting her butt a bit and holding her in position. He was going faster and faster.




Jackie Said What?



"My god you're wet. He's making you come and you can't stop him."

"my god, yes. Eat me!"

One of his fingers started rubbing around her pussy and he felt her gasp just a bit. She was soaking wet right now. Tom slowly pressing and Cassie relaxed and accepted. The finger slid in and found itself welcomed. 

"shit! God I'm close."

Tom's tongue and finger were busy. Cassie was completely into it. She wanted to be fucked in the worst way. She was fucking his finger as hard as he was giving it to her.

"Who are you fucking?"

"god, I'm close!"

"Paul wants you."

"I know! I know!"

"He wants you to come!" He crooked his finger, finding her g-spot. That and the attention her clit was getting set her off. He felt the contractions. Cassie's hips were buckling and she ground herself onto Tom's mouth. 

"OHMYGOD, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

She was still coming when she screamed, "Get up here and fuck me!"

Tom didn't wait a second. Cassie spread her hips and angled for him as he slid up and entered her easily. 

"Yessssss. Hard!"

Their bodies meshed together. Tom slid up and down, Cassie rising to meet him at the apex of his thrust. 

"What do you think Jackie and Paul are doing right now?"

If he was shocked by the question, he didn't let it distract him for his present responsibilities.

"They're fucking in their own bed."

The odd question slowed them both down a bit, which neither of them minded.

"Jackie is on top. She likes to be on top."

"Paul is playing with her tits, then. He's a tit man."

"She wants to fuck you, you know that?"

Tom didn't know how to respond.

"She as much told me so the night we were drinking."

"She told you that." 

"She said she thought you'd be a good fuck." With the word "fuck" Cassie pushed a bit harder, mashing her pubic bone up against Tom's. 

"She said she thought you'd look good naked." Cassie's hands rubbed Tom's ass and she pulled him into her harder.

"What about you? You're wondering what Paul feels like. Is he as long as I am?" Tom was playing this game now too. He pushed as deep as he could at "long".

"I bet he likes doggy." Tom stopped and pulled out. Cassie felt a sudden cool and realized what Tom wanted. She rolled onto her knees, laid her head on the pillow and made herself available. Tom climb up, positioning his dick, finding the welcoming spot and pushing his hips forward.

"God yes, I love doggy." With her head in the pillow, she closed her eyes. She could see Jackie and Paul, both naked fucking like teenagers. Tom's thrust got her attention, but now it was Paul who was inside her. She gasped, then yelled, "God yes. More!"

Tom was working it, hard and harder. Cassie was underneath, begging for him to pound harder. And then, it came to him. The thing that she wouldn't share from the night of drinking. The drunken girl talk that Cassie avoided sharing. "You want to fuck Paul, don't you?"

"Fuck me!"

"You told Jackie that you wanted Paul to split you wide open!"

"GOD TOM!"

"You and Jackie talked about fucking each other's husband, didn't you! And you liked it!"

"YES! I WANT PAUL TO FUCK ME! I WANT YOU TO FUCK JACKIE!"

Tom was imagining Jackie bent over, her bigger butt bouncing with each thrust. His balls slapped against Cassie ass and she could feel Paul leaning into her. "SHIT! We going to do this aren't we? Yes! I'm fucking Jackie and Paul's fucking you!"

"GIVE IT TO ME!"

The came within seconds of each other. Tom practically pushed Cassie into the headboard, but she held her own pushing back with as much need as he had. She felt him ozzing into her, three, four, five contractions. She loved each wave of sensation as it washed over her. Tom slowed down and Cassie pushed back into him, rocking her hips back and forth.

"Well, I guess we have a decision." 

Chapter Three:

When Cassie had called Jackie to tell her their "decision", Jackie was beside herself. Cassie knew that Jackie had gone out on a major limb to even approach them about this and when she found out that her best friend didn't think she was a slut, the tension, or more accurately, some tension evaporated immediately. "Let me guess," Jackie asked after she stopped screaming, "you decided over sex?"

"Of course we did. Had we decided over doing the dishes, you'd be out of luck girlie."

"OK. what do we do? Dinner? The Pool?"

"I don't know, I've never done this before. Whatever, make sure we have plenty of wine."

"Oh honey, that was never an option. I'll tell you what, leave the rest up to me."

"I was afraid of that.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"Well, maybe... I don't know. How about you?"

"It is entirely your call."

"God, don't put it on me! Why do I have to decide?"

"Because I'm a leg sniffing dog, remember?" This made Cassie laugh and the tension eased considerably. 

"Yeah, just don't go smelling anyone's butt." 

Tom sat on the bed, fully dressed. He wanted to go into the closet and comfort her, but he wasn't sure what to do. "You know, I can call them up and cancel. If you want, I'll tell them it was me."

"Is it?"

"Oh, you're good." 

"Well?" Cassie came out buttoning up the last button on her silk shirt. "She looked wonderful," Tom thought. But it was the look on his face that confused him. Was she mad, excited or what? Looking into his wife's eyes he thought he saw someone struggling to know what to think. 

"OK. Cards on the table time. Anything we say from now on can not be used against us at a future date. OK?"

"Yeah, I think we're to that stage of the conversation."

Taking a deep breath, Tom started. "You know that you really are the love of my life. The luckiest day of my existance was that party that you crashed."

"I didn't crash it. I was invited by Margie."

"To which I owe my enternal gratitude to. I would never, ever, EVER do anything that would hurt my chances to spend every day of my life with you."

"OK. I get it... but?"

"Well, aren't you just a bit curious?"

She laughed. "I have given it a bit of thought."

"So should I get jeolous and worry about losing you?"

She sat next to him on the bed and took his hand. "Damn, you're a good lawyer. No, you're stuck with me buddy."

"OK. We're settled on that point. Now Jackie and Paul have been teasing this along for quite awhile now, I would say ever for at least a month now."

"I would say even a bit before then."

"Really? I didn't notice anything."

"Jackie was over here one Saturday and I was folding laundry while we were talking. She picked up your briefs, put them up to her face, sniffed and commented about how they were still "warm". I didn't think much about it then, but now..."

"That sounds like Jackie. OK. Maybe longer. But they have obviously been thinking about this longer than we have, wouldn't you agree?"

Cassie nodded in agreement.

"Now I've always like the playfulness of flirting in our little group. And Paul seems to like flirting with you too."

"Yeah, but I never dreamed that..."

"I know. Neither did I. So anyway. They're ready for this. The question is "are we"?"

They sat there for several seconds, neither one saying anything. It was Cassie who looked over at her husband first. "You would get to see Jackie's boobs. I've seen them already. They're not too shabby."

"Well, I can't testify as to the quality of Paul's... particulars. "

"Don't make fun of me, OK?"

"I won't."

"I guess what scares me most, other than you getting mad and leaving me, is what if I'm not... sexy."

This made Tom laugh and he hugged his wife, pulling her on top of him as he laid back. "My God! You are the hottest woman I have ever known. I get hard at the thought of you. You haunt my dreams. And you've got a great ass, woman!" 

"But what if Jackie's like... you know, really kinky? And she does stuff that I won't do?"

"Well, if she's too kinky, she'll do stuff that I won't do either."

They laid there kissing for a moment. Cassie pushed off. "God, don't wrinkle the blouse. OK. We'll go, but if either one of us get freaked out... we're gone!"

"Fair enough. Do you want a "safe" signal?"

"Yeah, how about "Let's go home."

"How about your mother's dog, Otis?

"Why Otis?"

"Because I can practically guarantee that his name won't come up in conversation by accident."

"Otis My Man." Cassie laughed channeling Animal House.

Now driving over to their house, Cassie wished she had a drink with her. Tom would glance over and she was picking at her fingernails. 

"What if," she would start and then stop.

"Do you want me to turn around?"

"No. I guess not. Go on." And then she'd start in on the fingernails again.

Lucky for her manicure that the trip wasn't that far. Tom pulled up in the driveway, grabbed the wine from the back seat and went around to get Cassie out of the car.

"Remember. Otis and we're going home."

"Otis. Right. Sleep in our own bed."

Jackie met them at the door, giving Cassie a big hug and kissing Tom on the cheek. Nobody really heard what anyone else was saying, it was all "hi, how are you? Here, let me take that..." sorts of noise that filled up the room while people got acclaimated. Paul was working on the fire in the fireplace, trying to get it going and Tom was thankful for something to talk about. Cassie followed behind Jackie, helping getting the food ready, talking about their families and work. 

"Can you open the wine?" Jackie asked and she and Cassie had a glass in the kitchen. "to best friends." 

Paul heard the glasses clink and shouted, "OK, bars open!" He explained that Jackie wouldn't let him have a beer until later and how now must be "later".

"I didn't want him silly until later." Jackie knowingly told Cassie quietly.

"God, I don't blame him. I am nervous wreck."

"Well, then," Jackie raising her glass for another secret toast, "To four nervous wrecks."

Paul got Tom a beer and the two men sat in the living room by the fire talking sports, comparing stereo systems and small talk about work. Tom wondered if Jackie and Paul were as nervous and conflicted by all this as they were. Paul certainly acted as if nothing was different from any other time the four of them got together, but Tom noticed a nervousness to his laugh, a bit of obsessive fussing with the fire and one or two more glances into the kitchen where the women were. 

When the women came into the room, the men stood up... polite to be sure, but something that didn't happen often between them in similar situations. The women took the sofa and Paul the chair next to the fire. Tom sat on the floor, leaning his back against the recliner within easy reach of his beer on the coffee table. The food and drink helped to faciliate conversations and the four friends talked about anything and everything, except sex. 

It was about an hour when Cassie noticed that the original wine bottle was done and she and Jackie were half way through another. She didn't feel particularly light headed, but she did notice the laughter was louder and the jokes sillier. And the inuendos were beginning to creep into the conversation. 

"Cass. Help me clear these dishes out." 

"No, no. You girls relax. I'll get that." Tom stood up and started to pick up the empty plates.

"No. You won't know where to put them." Jackie protested.

"Well, you can show me." Tom said as he headed into the kitchen with an armful of china. Jackie just smirked and followed behind with her wine glass swaying off the the side.

Cassie leaned her head back onto the sofa. Paul turned to poke at the fire. With her slight wine buzz she watched her friend, backlit by the fire. He was looking good... but something was different. What was it? She realized "it" was that fact that she was looking at him in "that" way tonight, something she had never done before. She was looking at his butt, the bulge in his jeans, the tightness of his abs...

Paul turned around and Cassie changed her focus quickly and pretended to be looking at the drapes. "Are these new?" 

Jackie responded from the kitchen. "What?"

"The drapes?"

"What?"

"The drapes?"

"What about them. Yes, they match the carpet."

The laughter exploded. Cassie who had taken a sip of wine, nearly felt it go out her nose. Tom's laugh could be heard from deep in the kitchen. Paul laughed and said, "Hell, I could have told you that!"

"Thanks Jackie." Cassie was still laughing, "TMI"

A few minutes later Jackie came out, carrying yet another bottle of wine. She plopped down next to Cassie and gave her a funny smile. "You ready?"

"I don't know?"

Tom came back from the kitchen, bringing Paul another beer. He took up his spot on the floor across the coffee table from the girls. 

"OK." Jackie sat up a bit straighter. "I know everyone is a bit nervous. Lord knows I am. So I thought we'd play a bit of a game first."

"Oh god," Cassie moaned. "I've read stories like these."

"Oh really? Can I read them?" Jackie patted Cassie leg. "No, no. Instead of "Truth or Dare" we're going to play "Truth". I've got questions here on these cards that I wrote up and we're just going to answer them."

"And what if I don't want to tell you the truth?"

"We'll know. We'll know." Jackie put the cards on the table and said, "Since I'm the hostess and everyone else is scared shitless, I'll go first."

She picked up a card. "How old were you when you got your first "specialty" under garmet?"

"Specialty under garment?"

"When I wrote I had to consider... you know, the guys too. You know, like a jock strap?"

Paul spoke up, "That's easy. Junior high. Six grade. Didn't know what to do with them?"

"Hey! Wait your turn!" Jackie threw a pillow at Paul and then said, "I was in fifth grade. I didn't need it, but I begged my mom to buy a bra for me. I wore that thing for two years before I grew into it."

"And I'm glad you did."

"Shut up Paul. OK. We heard from Paul already, Tom?"

Tom look around a bit. "I really can't remember. I guess it was a jock strap, but I remember when I was in fifth grade on the swim team, we all had to have the same swim trunks. Our was some kind of red speedo type trunks."

"My god," Cassie and Jackie were laughing. "I never knew that. And your mom hasn't shown me the pictures?"

"I think I went back and got rid of most of them. Any way there were more than a few embarrassing momemnts."

"Cass, your turn."

Cassie took a sip of wine. This wasn't too bad, she thought. "I was kind of a late bloomer. I was still wearing tee shirts in the seventh grade. But that summer something happened."

"I bet it did." The second pillow smacked Paul in the head.

"When we went clothes shopping for the fall, nothing of mine could fit and I had to buy several bras."

Tom was sipping on his beer, "You didn't wear one over the summer."

"I wore tee shirts all summer long. No one noticed."

"I bet the boys noticed!" Jackie pushed the deck over to Paul. "Next question."

Paul pulled the card off the top. "How many people of the opposite sex have you kissed? NO RELATIVES! well, that rules out most of mine. OK, let me think..." Paul half closed his eyes and his fingers jutted out as he mentally went through his list. "57."

"Liar"

"How do you know?"

"You don't kiss like someone who had that much practice."

"OK. I think eight."

Jackie cocked her head towards Paul. "Really?"

"Really honey. I wasn't all that active... at least, not as active as I would have like to be."

Jackie nodded her head, as if understanding something for the first time. "OK. Tom?"

"That's easy. I counted this up when I first met Cassie. 12. I told her I kissed 12 women before you, but I knew the moment I kissed her I'd never need to kiss anyone else."

"Ahhhhhhhh." Jackie laid her head on Cassie's shoulder. "That sweet. But 12? And how old are you?"

"Well, I've forgiven him..." Cassie pushed Jackie's head away. "I've kissed 3 boys in High school, 6 in college, 6 idiots after college and Tom. So 15 I guess."

"See," Tom sat up, "12 isn't so bad."

"Man, where did I go wrong with 8? OK, honey. How many?"

"Next card?"

"Jackie?"

"I kind of thought the numbers might be a bit higher. 33."

"Oh my god! 33!"

The other three were convulsing with laughter. "Wait!! Wait! I can explain it." It took her several minutes to go through all the situations where she HAD to kiss this boy and that, she was in a play, she was at a party with a kissing game, her sorority had a fund raiser.

"I don't know, it still seems to me that you like kissing." Cassie caught her breath long enough to take another sip of wine.

"Well, yeah! Who doesn't? Tom, pick a card."

Tom took a hit off his beer and picked up a card. "What was the worst drug or alcohol that you've done?" Tom looked around the room, "You do know that there is a statute of limitations on these sorts of things?"

"Shut up druggie, so?" Jackie filled her glass again. Cassie was curious. This wasn't something that they talked about before.

"In college. Several of us law students used to smoke some pot. Not a lot. Usually after some stressful time like finals. Cassie?"

As curious as she was about Tom's answer, Cassie was not looking forward to answering this question. It brought back a not so great time in her life. "Cass?" Jackie was looking over, " Do you want me to go first?"

"No, no. It's OK. I did some coke when I was with the Bastard. I didn't really want to, but he, well he kind of made me."

Tom leaned back on his arms. "That's not so bad. Hell the President did coke."

Paul was finishing up his beer when he said, "And look what a waste of space he turned out to be." 

Jackie took a deep breath and said, "Extasy. Once. I went out with a bunch of friends and they gave me some. I was weirded out all night. Pretty lights."

Paul stood up, "Beer?"

Tom looked up incredulously, "Beer? That's the worst?"

"Oh no! Do you want another beer? Hell, I smoked a ton of pot in Florida. Did a bit of coke. Couldn't afford it, so I stuck with pot." Paul headed out to the kitchen to get a fresh set of drinks.

"See," Jackie leaned into Cass. "Everyone has a past." Her voice raised a bit "Cassie's question."

Cassie picked up a card. "Who was you first lover?" JACKIE!"

"Honest answer. I know this one."

"How?"

"You told me."

"When?"

"When were were drunk together..."

Cassie wasn't sure she had told Jackie, and besides it was all just a game. "OK. Larry, the captain of the soccer team in high school."

"Details girl."

"Jackie."

"It's OK honey. Can't be worst than my first."

"Nothing special about it. Prom. Post Prom. Back seat of car. Ackward. I told you nothing special."

Paul came back passing out more drinks. "Sounds like it."

"Mine was also in high school. Drew. We were at a swimming party..."

"Swimming party, kissing party... I'm beginning to see a trend here?" 

"Paul! I'm sure your's is just as bad. We kind of broke away from the rest of the kids and... It was kinda fun."

"Mine was Patty Kolowski. I worked hard for it, five dates. Finally after a movie, we go back to her house and her parents were asleep. You know, as important as it was a the time. I really can't remember too much about what actually happened."

They all nodded. Tom added, "You're right about that. As much pressure as there was to lose it, I'm not sure any of us really enjoyed it. Oh, Betty Anderson. Junior year of college. A long night of drinking, only ones left. She passed out afterwards." 

"Really?" Jackie was curious.

"Yeah, she was that drunk."

"No, I mean college?"

"Yep. Remember I used to be a nerd."

Cassie laughed, "What do you mean, used to be? Jackie, your turn." The game wasn't that bad, Cassie thought. It was nothing but some relatively harmless stories. She could do this.




Jackie Said What?



Tom was watching what was going on. "I wonder what she has in mind?" he thought about Jackie. 

Jackie picked up a card and promptly put it back in the deck. 

"HEY! You can't do that!" Cassie protested.

"Honey. You don't want that card, yet."

Paul reached in and pulled out the card. Reading it, he slid it back into the pile. "She's right."

Jackie pulled another off the top. "How many times in one day?"

They all laughed at that one. Jackie smiled and shot a glance over at Paul, "Well, do you want to answer that one, wonder boy?"

"Six... at least for me."

"No shit?" Tom found himself saying his thought out loud. 

"Yep." Jackie slid the card back into the pile. "Minimum six. That was a pretty good day... Cassie?"

"Well," she looked at Tom. They never really kept track of that sort of thing. "Maybe Jamaica." Tom nodded, "That would probably be a good start."

Cassie was thinking, "In the morning when we got to the hotel, afternoon back from the beach, after dancing twice. OH! and in the morning. Five!"

"In the morning is the next day. The question was in one day."

Tom spoke up, "OK, your honor. New years eve, this year. Four times."

"Cassie?"

Cassie was thinking, "Yeah. I think it was four times."

Jackie looked over to Paul. "We won that one!"

"Quality over quantity."

"Oh, honey. It was quality. Trust me."

By now it was almost ten and everyone was a bit drunk. Jackie picked up the cards and started to go through them. "Let's make this a bit more interesting."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting rid of the silly ones."

Cassie thought about it. "How much worst can these be?"

Jackie announced. "OK. First round is over. Now the questions are harder."

Paul was reclining on the floor, resting on his elbows. "OK,honey. Pull a card for me."

Jackie picked up the next card "What is your favorite porn movie?"

Cassie giggled. She was ashamed but she knew this one. Jackie had told her it was "Naughty Neighbors". That was an interesting night of drinking.

"I've never watched a Pornographic Video Presentation. OK. Cumming Out Party."

"Paul! I thought it was Naughty Neighbors?"

"Oh, that one is good too."

Tom took a deep breath and looked over at Cassie. "I guess my favorite is Voyeuristic Vacations. Cass?"

"Wait. I'm not sure I believe you." Jackie was looking hard at Tom. "Is that true Cassie?"

Cassie tried to lie. "I think it is. I mean we don't always watch it together..."

"I know that's not it now. Cassie, tell me."

Cassie started to blush. "His favorite video is one we made."

"OH MY GOD! That is HOT!" Paul sat up now.

"Really? Oh my." Jackie was looking between Tom and Cassie, who was now a bright red.

"It's true," Tom added. "It was my idea. We propped a camera on the dresser one night. It was a good night."

Jackie was laughing. "Cassie, you little porno star! I'd love to see it." Jackie spread her legs and waved a napkin back and forth as to fan herself. Despite the laughter, Cassie couldn't decide if she was serious or not.

"Like hell you will."

"We'll show you ours if you show us yours."

"Paul!"

"Jackie! I should have known."

"Next question. Tom?"

Tom picked up a card. "Have you ever been with someone of the same sex?" That's easy. No."

Cassie was relieved for an easy question. "No."

But the pause that Jackie took caught everyone's attention. "What if I don't want to answer that one?"

"I guess we know the answer already," Paul said.

"I don't want to say anything else about... that."

Tom said, "you could do a dare?"

Cassie, thinking about what else might be in the card said, "No dares. Something simple."

Paul looked at his wife, "OK. No answer. One piece of clothing."

Jackie thought for a moment and said, "OK." She kicked off her socks.

"Oh no! For a question like that, clothing has to be pants or top!"

"Socks are clothing."

Paul looked sternly at his wife, "Pants or top."

Jackie finished off her wine. "Fine." and she unbuttoned her blouse. Taking it off, she was wearing a black push up bra. Jackie tossed her top at her husband. Both Cassie and Tom couldn't help but stare at Jackie. True, the black bra was substantial and both of them had seen Jackie in a bikini before, but this was definitely underwear that she was displaying. Her breasts were large and filled the cups. The bra pushed her up and out, shoving Jackie's cleavage into the three on-lookers faces. It suddenly got very hot in there for Cassie and she glimpsed over at the men, both of them were shifting around trying to reposition themselves. 

"There, you happy?" Jackie said with an air of defiance.

"Very." Paul was smiling while shaking his head. Cassie noticed a bulge growing in his pants. She found herself quite comfortable with Jackie's brief attire, but Paul's erection was sending her mind all over the place. She was trying not to look at it, but her eyes kept going back to his groin. She was snapped back to the moment when she felt Jackie's elbow and heard her voice. Jackie was looking at her husband, "Well, have you ever been...?"

Paul smiled and without even hesitating, pulled off his shirt, tossing it to Jackie. His bare chest was covered in dark curly hair, but Cassie could see he did his sit ups, his ab were well defined. 

"Paul, you never told me?" Again, Cassie and Tom reaction was to stare at their hosts. Cassie was more shocked by the immediacy of Paul's action to the question. Zero time had elasped and off came the shirt.

"I didn't say that I did. I just didn't want to answer. Besides, I can't have you getting all naked alone. Cassie new card please." 

Cassie caught herself staring at her best friend's husband. She leaned over and took a sip of wine, she glanced over at Tom, who was looking back and forth from Paul to Jackie and then her eyes drifted back to Paul's body. "Why are you doing that?" she scolded herself. "Stop that." Taking off the shirt seemed to relax Paul a bit. The raging hard on that was just below the surface of his jeans seemed to have shrunk a bit and he was smiling and laughing. But Cassie kept sneaking glances at his abs and the tufts of hair coming out of the tops of his jeans.

After the shock of the last minute, Tom was sitting back watching and thinking. "I see what she's doing," he thought of Jackie. "She's guiding down the path of her choosing. First to take off something. First to admit an embarrassment. Trying to make Cass loosen up and get comfortable."

"What is your favorite sexual position?" Jackie asked a question to Cassie.

"What?"

"You heard me, you're turn to answer the question. What is your favorite sexual position?"

She surprised herself by answering quickly and decisively. "I like to be on top."

Tom smiled to himself, "yeah, she's getting more comfortable with this." 

"Oh, yeah. I like that too." Jackie body started to relax a bit now. She wasn't sitting up so straight and she was getting back to the gregarious Jackie that they both knew. She was laughing and touching Cassie on the arm and leg showing her agreement. "I like it on top, but my favorite way is from behind. Paul, I know you're answer."

"Woof woof." The four laughed. 

"Down boy," Tom added from the floor.

"Tom?" 

Tom was beginning to project where this was going. Little by little Jackie was egging them on, getting them to talk about the things they liked and in the process, get a little excited by all this sex talk. 

"I like them all."

"Come on! Don't be so lame." Cassie surprised herself by butting in, but she didn't stop. "He likes to be on top. He likes to be in charge."

After a bit of pause, Jackie added, "Nothing wrong with controlling things. I'm kind of like that too. My turn." She picked up a card and smiled. "What is the naughtiest, dirtiest sex act you have ever done? And with whom?"

With that question, she didn't even pause. She stood up and undid the buttons on her jeans. Stepping out of her pants, showing off to everyone the tiny black matching panties. Tom thought "OK, this is her plan. I bet Paul follow's suit."

"Paul?"

Paul smiled and stood up, undid his belt and pulled down his jeans. He was wearing black silk boxers punctuated with a huge hard on tenting out the front.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying the game," Jackie said back on the couch. Tom was watching Cassie's expression. She wasn't oogling Paul or glancing at her nearly naked friend next to her. She was deep in thought, probably he figured, wrestling with telling the truth or taking off her top. "Jackie has her right where she wants her..." 

"Tom?"

Tom popped back into the moment. "Yeah, the question." What was the most naughtiest, dirtiest sex act he was involved in? His mind didn't have to go too deep to remember and he was embarrassed by the thought. He didn't really want to tell them about what he did to that girl the night she passed out. It had been so long ago and he was so drunk. She seemed so willing to do anything earlier and he was so frustrated when she passed out. The woman didn't even remember it or at least acted like she didn't. He was actually very ashamed that he had his way with this woman, especially in that way. "Well, Jackie will get her wish..." He couldn't tell them, so he pulled off his shirt, folding it up and laying it on the chair next to him.

Cassie was watching him, but he could tell she was more concerned about her response. She saw her husband strip off his shirt, but it barely registered. 

Jackie spoke up, "Tom, that was a two part question."

"What do you mean?"

"Answer one half or take off another item."

"Technically, both you and Paul only took off..." but he didn't want to get in an argument now. Thinking to himself he said, "She's good. She wants to accelerate this evening along." Tom stood up and started to undo his belt buckle. Tom standing up snapped Cassie back from her thoughts. Seeing him unbutton his waistband, Cassie wondered what underwear he had on tonight. He had gotten dressed while she was putting on her makeup, so she wasn't sure. He bent over, dropping the pants down to step out of them. He had on his blue bikini briefs, one of her favorites. Boxers might have been a safer choice tonight, but Tom was showing off a bit more than his clean underwear. Cassie, hell Jackie and Paul for that matter, saw he was as hard as a rock and in these briefs there was no where to hide it. The mushroom like head of his penis was straining to pop out the top and he adjusted the waist band a bit before he sat back down.

"Reminds me of swim team," Jackie said not hiding the fact that she was staring at the bulge. Watching her husband strip was surreal, but seeing her friend drink in the image of her husband's hard on was... well, it was like a weird dream and... 

"Cassie. Care to join us?"

Now all eyes turned to Cassie. Tom could tell that she was very nervous. "I wonder what the worst she's done..."

Cassie didn't want to mention the horrible act that her old boyfriend strong armed her into doing. It was a period of her life she wished she could just black out. Her boyfriend was a heavy drug user and he had some definite "odd" sexual predilictions. The longer they dated, the more he tried, sometimes forcefully. She knew exactly the act and she knew she wasn't going to tell her friends about it, hell she hadn't even told Tom about it. As far as "with whom?" she was sure everyone could figure that one out, but it wasn't "the bastard". No, she couldn't tell them about it. And the other three were standing there in their under items. And beside, she had on...

In fact all three were sitting there watching her, but they were deep in their own thoughts. Tom glanced around. Jackie was smiling, knowing that Cassie was about to commit fully to the game. Paul was nearly expressionless, except for a sense of anticipation in his eyes. And for his part, he found himself silently hoping that his wife would follow their lead. 

"Oh fuck it." Cassie stood up and undid her slacks. Stepping out of them her silk blouse fell down covering most of her ass. She folded her pants and handed them to Tom. Taking a deep breath, she undid the buttons on her top one at a time. She could feel every eye on her and she stared straight ahead to avoid them. As she undid her front, Tom could see the bra, but didn't recognize it. It was one, as far as he knew, that she hadn't worn before. It was a pale, off white push up bra and had it pushed Cassie's breasts up and together. The material had a bit of a pattern in it but it was practically see through. "My god," Tom thought to himself, "you can see her tits!" 

But it was when Cassie slid the shirt off her shoulders and everyone saw the matching panties she had on that the heat in the room shot up. They were tiny and lacy, made of the same pale silky material as the bra. They rode low on her hips and barely covered her ass, or at least that was the impression Tom got in the brief period where she spun around to drape her silk shirt over the back of the couch. 

"There." She said, completing coming back around and hoping that people would get their fill and be done. Tom was smiling. Paul's mouth hung open. All four of the friends were sitting in the family room in their underwear. What was odd to Cassie was that she didn't mind it when she was standing there. This wasn't that much different from when they would come over to use Jackie and Paul's pool. OK, it was different. A lot different. But Cassie found that in fact she was a little excited to be showing off like this. "This was the reason they got together tonight, wasn't it?" It felt funny to finally admit to herself what she had been feeling all night. But it was the reason and they were past the fail safe point. The sexual tension was getting to her, she felt nerves firing all over her body. Her nipples were straining against the thin materials and she felt an urging between her legs, a hint of moisture and wanting. 

"I hope Jackie's happy..." Cassie said trying to sit back down demurely, without the panties shifting in the wrong direction.

"I don't know about Jackie," Paul spoke up, "but I'm thrilled to death!"

Jackie took Cassie's hand and gave it a gentle tug. "Good job honey. I love it!" She poured some more wine into their glasses and made another toast. "To drinking in your underwear!" 

All four drinks were quickly empty and back down on the coffee tabe. Paul leaned forward, appraising the lack of drink. "I think we need something more refreshment." He stood up and his boxers tented way out in front and Tom was definetely "packing" as Jackie might put it. 

"I think we need some music." Tom stood up, his erection still stretching the front of his bikini briefs. He headed to the other end of the room to the stereo, bending down at the knees to figure out the controls. Jackie and Cassie sat on the couch, taking all this in. "I take it, you went shopping?" Jackie looked over and down at the bra.

"You like it?" Cassie subconsoiusly pushed her chest out just a bit. "I bought it last weekend," turning to Jackie to add "I didn't know what to wear to something like this." Jackie reached out and the girls hugged. 

Tom had changed the satelite radio from soft rock to jazz and turned off the lights. Standing up, he looked back at the girls. From his vantage point, he noticed a spot on Jackie's panties were moist, although he couldn't be sure in the low light. The hug confused him. The women had hugged everytime they met or left, so that shouldn't have caught his attention. But the site of these two, in bra and panties, pressing into each other caught him off guard. Although he didn't think it was possible, his erection got even harder and he quietly shifted it back down into his pants. 

Jackie broke the hug first and stood up. "While the boys get us something more to drink, come here. I need to freshen up." She didn't give Cassie a choice, she took her hand and lead her down the hallway to the bedroom. Tom was almost glad when they left the room, because he had to do some serious shifting around. 

Once in the room, with the door shut, Jackie gave Cassie another hug. "How are you doing?"

Cassie smiled, "I think OK. I mean, I don't know. But this has been... fun!"

"I know, isn't it. I've been thinking about how to do this all week. I've got to tell you, I'm a nervous wreck!"

"Why? Isn't this how you thought it would go?"

"Well, yes. But I was afraid we would scare you guys off." 

"I'm not sure what I was planning on doing before," Cassie said sitting on the side of the bed, "but I think we're OK with this." 

"God!" Jackie sat down next to Cassie. "I am so... ready! I mean when Tom took off his pants! I didn't realize he was so... well, so nice."

Cassie laughed. She had known enough men to realize that Tom was slightly longer than many, but she never paid as much attention to it as Jackie had in her brief introduction to "Mr. Johnson". "Yes, he is nice. I hope you didn't mind me kind of staring at..."

"Paul? Goodness no! It probably only made him harder." Jackie gaze dropped from Cassie's face to her attire. "Turn around, I want to get a good look at that... without the two penis heads salivating all over you."

Cassie felt a bit self conscoius, but she stood up and turned around, this time just for Jackie. But Jackie was almost as uncovered and showing no embarrassment. "Man, that rocks. Shows just enough to tease them into a coma, doesn't it."

"I almost didn't buy it... Hell, I almost didn't wear it."

Jackie was admiring the material and the fit, giving it an approving tug here and there. "Honey, it would have been a crime if you didn't. Man, if I was a guy, you wouldn't be wearing that any longer than was absolutely necessary."

Cassie took a long look at her best friend seated on the bed in nothing but bra and panties. It was funny, but right now it didn't seem so odd. Cassie could tell it was a new "special" set, something Jackie had thought long and hard about. It accented her tits, pushing them up and out. The panties hugged her ass, showing it off nicely. 

"You look Great! Tom's been checking you out." 

"I know. No offense but I was hoping so." Jackie fell back on the bed and shook her head. "I think things better speed up now. I know I'm ready."

Cassie looked down on her friend, laying there nearly naked. "Jackie? How does this work?"

Jackie laughed, "I don't know Hun. From here, I'm making this all up as we go along."

Paul's boner had gone down a bit when he brought out the beer. Tom was in better shape than before, but in his briefs weren't doing too much to hide anything. 

"Cheers" Paul said tapping Tom's bottle. 

Laughing at their situation, Tom said, "I believe this just might happen."

"I know! I mean I've dreamt about it and all, but..."

"What was that one card?"

"Dude, you'll know it when we get to it. Hey! Where are the women!"

"Hold on to yourselves. We're coming."

For some strange reason, the men stood when the women came back into the room. Cassie came up and gave Tom a kiss. "Man she's looking great!" he thought as he watched her walk in. The panties weren't too risque in the back, but the whole package was dynamite. Instead of taking up the spot on the couch where she had been, Cassie sat down on the floor next to Tom. Jackie sat down next to Paul, leaning over a giving him a kiss. Paul's hand came up to her arm and both Cassie and Tom notice when he brushed up against Jackie's tit. 

Jackie broke off the kiss and took the freshly filled wine glass. "Cassie, I think the boys are trying to get us drunk," taking a big swig immediately afterwards.

"Whatever for?" Cassie asked, while she leaned over the table to take her glass. Paul's eyes were locked on her cleavage as it hung down over the coffee table. Cassie lingered just a bit as she found her glass and leaned back into Tom. Cassie took Tom's hand in hers and leaned on his shoulder. He noticed that Cassie's hand was now resting on his lap and she had to feel the swelling. She made eye contact with her husband. Was she drunk, horny or what? Tom wasn't sure, but she sure looked wonderful. He leaned over and kissed her. It started as a quick peck of affection, but when Cassie leaned into him it became a passionate moment between them. It ended too quickly for both of them, but Cassie leaned back as if nothing had just happened and commented on Jackie's change. "We're just not those types of girls." 




Jackie Said What?



Jackie reached out to the deck, "Shall we continue? Whose turn was it? Oh, fuck it." She picked up the card "Oral or Anal?"

Four of the quickest "orals" ever were recorded, although Cassie noticed a bit of a sparkle in Paul's eye when he looked at Jackie.

Jackie started to pick up the next card, but stopped. "Who are we kidding?" Tossing it aside, she went through the deck for the earlier card. "I think I'd like to try this one." She handed it to Cassie. It said "Switch Partners!"

Cassie was surprised just how into this she was getting. "Just like that?"

"I mean..." she stood up and reached for Tom's hand, "to dance." 

Tom looked up at Jackie, her nipples poking through the thin black material. "Well played Jackie," he thought for a second before realizing that her crotch was right at eye level. The panties were tiny in front, so much so that he could see that she shaved recently and there was a bit of moisture showing.

"I'd love to," he said, standing up "I mean, dance." 

Cassie too got a good view of Jackie's pleasure box, on some level finding all this unreal and on others exciting. She felt Paul's hand touching hers. Paul had already come across the room and took Cassie's hand while the slow music that had been in the background all night, now filled their senses. 

Before they knew it, the two couples started swaying in each other's arms to the music. They started out inocently enough, Cassie hand on Paul's shoulder, his hand on her hip. But slowly the bodies began to press together. The silky material of her bra slid across his chest, His hips trying to grind into hers. She was definetely ready for something. She felt herself becoming very moist. She felt him becoming very hard. Cassie wanted to create some separation, especially from Paul's hard on pressing against her, but then it also felt so nice. His hands found her breasts, her's his ass. 

The song ended and in the brief bit between tracks, Jackie said "switch". Before he knew it, Jackie had cut in and Cassie was wandering over to Tom, holding his hand.

"Hi, good looking."

They danced close together. Cassie had no problem pressing into Tom's granite phallus. His hand moved directly to her ass cheek and she responded by moaning softly. "God! I'm about ready to burst!"

"I know what you mean," he whispered back. "Is our friend Otis near by?"

Cassie smiled and laugh softly, "No, no. I don't hear Otis calling yet."

They concentrated on each other, kissing while dancing. Rubbing up hard against each other. Tom's hand sliding inside the back of Cassie's panties and rubbing what little ass that wasn't exposed. She was needing something, really soon. The tension of the evening was becoming too much and she was needing release. Feeling Tom so close was just what she need. She almost lost herself and pulled him to the floor, but she didn't.

Cassie glanced over and Jackie and Paul were practically dry humping. He was messaging her breast through the bra and she was grinding her groin up against him. Cassie found herself very interested in what the other couple was doing. She was imaging what Jackie was feeling, the hands on her breasts, the prick rubbing her groin and belly. She would have watch some more but the song came to an end again. 

"switch..." a nearly breathless Jackie exhaled, clearly getting frustrated. They changed partners again and this time neither couple was shy about sliding in tight with their new partners. Cassie was thinking about taking the next step when Jackie spoke up. "Everyone takes off one more item." 

Jackie didn't give anyone any time to argue. She knelt down immediately and began to pull down Tom's shorts. Tom didn't have time to react and his hard on flop out, nearly bopping Jackie on the head as it sprung free. But Jackie had expected this and she guided it to the side as she helped him stepped out of the his briefs. When Jackie stood up smiling, Tom returned the favor by unlatching the hook on the front of the bra. It fell off, releasing rather than exposing Jackie's large white breasts. As much of her as he saw through the thin material, in the firelight and up close she was magnificient. His hand instinctively reached out and felt her lovely tits for the first time.

They were past the point where rational thought mattered. When Jackie spoke up, Cassie didn't even think about it, she stepped back a bit and undid the font clasp on her bra. She didn't notice Tom, and later she realized that she had forgotten all about Tom for that moment. She wanted Paul to have her breasts. Tossing her bra onto the sofa and Cassie stood before Paul bare chested and anxious for his touch. Paul's mouth immediately went straight to her chest. His tongue rolled over and around her nipples. His lips took as much of her as he could. Her head went back, enjoying the wet attention and as she did, she caught a sight of Tom's dick pressing up against Jackie stomach and her bare breasts pressed into Tom's chest. His hand was rubbing Jackie's ass. It was so surreal. It was like she was watching some sort of familiar porno; two actors she was familiar with performing just for her. Jackie and Tom looked like they were puzzle pieces, trying to fit together. It was so natural to see them naked and about to make love. "But that was my husband. And my best friend. And my god my tits love what Paul is doing to them." She lost her train of thought when Paul leanned back up and they kissed. Lost in her thoughts, she felt Paul's penis rubbing up against her. He had stepped out of his boxers and was now stepping into her to kiss her. She turned into him and their mouths met. Her hands found his penis and she felt herself stroking him. His hands were on her breast and rubbing her ass. She lifted a leg up and leaned more into him. She needed to feel this. And she felt like she really wanted to...

A unfamiliar hand touched her on the shoulder. "Let's take this down the hall." Jackie had Tom by the hand. "Cassie, you take Paul into the Master bedroom. We all meet back here in twenty minutes. We'll tell each other everything in twenty minutes. Cassie, I expect some interesting stories... for once." Cassie smiled and grabbed Paul's hand and they followed Jackie and Tom down the hallway. When they got to the guest room door, Jackie stopped, kissed Paul and said "Love you." Then she moved in and gave Cassie a big hug. Cassie felt Jackie's warm breast press into hers. "Have fun and don't worry." And with that, Jackie lead Tom into the guest room and shut the door.

All of the sudden, Cassie felt ackward. Here she was half naked, holding hands with her best friend's husband who was totally naked and with whom she was about to have sex with. But before she could think too much about it, Paul opened the door to the Master bedroom and guided her in. Closing the door behind them, Paul leaned down and kissed her. Tentatively at first, she kissed back. Closing her eyes, she smelled the colonge that she used to smell around the apartment. Her breast pressed into his hairy chest and his calloused hand rubbed up and down the soft smooth skin of her back. She relaxed and the kiss became more passionate. His hand fell to her ass, cupping on cheek as he urged her into him. 

"Cassie, I've dreamt about this for a long time." As she thought about it, she had too. Flashes of memories about the nights she heard Paul and Jackie in the next room, trying to be quiet. She remembered her hand sliding down between her legs. She would remember looking in their bedroom in the morning and imaging the way the bed sheets got so rumpled and thinking about how nice it must be to be making love to a great guy like Paul. She mastibated many nights, thinking about the two of them making love. "I know. Me too."

Paul's penis was pressing into her crotch. It felt so soft and yet it was a hard as she could imagine a man being. She wanted him, but she wanted this to last. Cassie turned away from his lips and kissed down his chest. Her hands began to caress him and within seconds she found herself kneeling before him. Up close, the veins stood out and Cassie's tongue licked the length of him, following the path to the head. 

"Did Jackie tell you I like to give head?"

"Yeah. Yeah she did." 

Cassie kissed around the head some, engulfing the top in her mouth for a bit before going back to licking the underside of his penis. "Tom loves it when I suck him off." What was she doing? "My god," she thought, "I'm instigating this!" She reached one hand back behind Paul landing on his ass. Her other hand started pumping up and down on the staff in front of her. She took him in her mouth and started to work up and down, her one hand supporting the base of Paul's penis, her other hand pulling his ass forward. Paul didn't need any encouragement. "SHIT! Cassie, that's great!" 

She could tell he was enjoying himself. Cassie could feel his dick twitch when she would do something new to it. Her right hand slid down; messaging, rolling, and fondling his balls. Paul widen his stance just a bit to steady himself and Cassie let him go for a second, guiding him to the side of the bed and sitting him down on the edge. Feeling particularly evil, Cassie leaned a bit lower and began licking and sucking Paul's balls. 

"Fuck Cassie! You better stop that or I'll blow soon!" Cassie smiled to herself. Tom loved it when she did this, squirming and moaning. Once he even lost it, shooting cum all over her hair and back. This was the first time in a while that she thought of Tom.

"What do you think Tom is doing to Jackie?"

Paul moaned.

"I think he's fucking her." The vision of the other two naked and humping away popped into her head. She found herself excited by the thought. "She was ready to be fucked, she told me herself. He pushed her down on the bed and pushed his way in..." Cassie stood up while she was telling Paul this. He laid back in the bed and pulled Cassie down to him. "By now, she has her legs wrapped around him and they're..."

Paul pulled her into him and kissed her hard. His hand found her panties and yanked them down. She helped my moving her legs and soon the expensive panties were lying in a moist heap at the foot of the bed. They kissed again before he moved down to her breasts. "GOD. I remember the time the three of us went to the beach, you had on that green patterned bikini?" He didn't wait for her to respond, he slid further down kissing her belly button on the way. "You looked so hot. You're breasts were just pushed out there and I got so horny, I had to go swimming." He was now between her legs, his tongue licking the length of her labia. "Jackie knew I was horny and she came out to the water with me. She beat me off under water. I told her it was her, but I was thinking about fucking your tits."

He stopped telling his story when his tongue parted her. It felt so good, she was so worked up from all evening, hell from the last couple of months. She lost herself on his tongue and finger. Wave, after wave of sensations washed over her building up and up and up until. "SHITTTTTTTTTT!" Paul sensed it almost before she did and he increased the speed and pressure of his minstrations. The pressure of his thick finger and his soft tongue was just too much and Cassie came violently. She found herself biting her tongue, trying to keep quiet but a loud "FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!" did escape her lips.

"Paul, come here." She clawing at him to climb up.

"Hold on," Paul opened the nightstand, pulling out a condom. "Jackie made me promise."

Cassie had thought of that, but smiled that Jackie had made sure that there would be no surprises.

Paul was fumbling with the packaging. He was anxious to continue, but was having a bit of a issue opening the envelope. Cassie sat up and took it from him. She had it open in a second and was rolling it down the length of his penis. She realized how badly she wanted him to fuck her. She laid back and he kneeled into her. She positioned him where she needed him and he gently pushed through. And at last, they merged into each other. It felt so good, the pressure, the aquience and acceptance. She felt the fullness of having someone enter her and she relaxed and got excited. Every nerve ending was firing and she was getting lost in the sliding in and out, back and forth. Paul wasn't as long as Tom, but it was just what she needed right now.

"I hear them." Paul was whispering in her ear.

Cassie regained enough composure to listen. The bed in the next room was squeaking. Cassie could hear Jackie's low moans.

"She's going to get louder. She screams when she comes." Paul was getting excited by the thought and his hips started going a bit faster now.

"I know." Cassie answered, matching Paul's rocking with her own. "I used to hear you two every night." That seemed to get his attention again. Cassie found herself saying this for her excitement as much as his. "I used to beat off listening to you two and when Jackie would come, I tried to come."

Paul was pistoning now. He was enjoying this. 

"I imagined you and Jackie fucking... and now I'm fucking you!" 

As if on cue Jackie yelled, "FUCK ME HARDER! GODDDDDD!" That was all Paul could take. Cassie felt his ass tighten and his dick spasm. "Godddddd," he hissed and he increased his pace. Cassie hadn't thought she was close, until he came. The moment caught her and she relaxed into a beautifully complete orgasm. She felt herself falling into it and she started giggling, enjoying it and riding each sensation up and down. 

"Paul," she said kissing him as he slowed down, "thank you sooo much for everything!"

From the next room the squeaking bed sounded like an orchestra of crickets. 

"That's it, that it! Now! NOW! NOW! Come with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Cassie and Paul laid there, still combined, laughing quietly. The noise slowed down until it stopped. 

"MY GOD, CASSIE! He's GOOD!"

The house got quiet for a moment and then Cassie shouted back, "I could have told you that!".

After the laughter died down a bit, Jackie shouted back "You did, Remember!" 

Chapter Four:

Paul kissed Cassie one more time before rolling off. "Thank you." Cassie smiled and kissed him back "You're welcomed." Paul got off the bed and was tying up the condom when there was a knock on the door. It opened a crack and Jackie poked her head in, "Can we come in?" She didn't wait for an answer. She came in followed by a wide eyed Tom. Jackie made a bee line to Paul and they kissed.

"Hi good looking," Cassie said pulling a sheet over her.

Tom sat on the bed next to his wife and leaned down to kiss her, his dick soften but still swollen and hanging straight down. "Sounds like you had fun." 

The glint in Tom's eyes told her he was excited to see her, but was also not sure what to expect from her. Cassie smile, trying to put him at ease and kissed him again, this time to reinforce how much she loved him. What started out as a innocent welcoming kiss sparked something in each of them. Cassie reached up and wrapped her arms around her husband and he leaned down holding her face as he kissed her harder and harder.

"Do you hate me?" She didn't know why she said this, the question just popped into her mind. His answers were muffled by his passion. "God no! I love you so much!" She could tell in his voice that he meant it. She could also tell by the pressure further south that he was still very interested in her. 

"Hey you two! Get a room." Jackie had hopped on the bed and leaned her face down to be next to Cassie. "Hi!"

Cassie started to giggle, which made Tom break up laughing. He sat up and Cassie whopped her friend on the arm. "Hi!" 

"I don't know about you, but I'd like to take a break for a bit before... you know."

Cassie looked at Tom. Sure they had just had sex with other people, but multiple times in an evening? He gave a neutral glance to her, meaning for her to decide. "Yeah, ok."

"I don't know about you," Jackie said to Cassie, "but I need to go to the bathroom. Cassie?"

Cassie needed to go to the bathroom and she was curious as to "what now", but Jackie's request caught her a bit off guard. She rolled out of bed, gave Tom a small kiss and headed towards the bathroom across the hall. She opened the door on Jackie sitting on the toilet.

"Get in and shut the door!" 

Cassie heard the stream of pee slashing. There was no place for her to sit, so she stood there.

"Well?" Jackie looked up, shaking her head, "My god, can you believe this?"

"I can't believe we did this." Cassie was standing next to the sink while Jackie sat peeing. Later on she would laugh at the thought of two naked women in one bathroom having this conversation. The sound of Jackie peeing was making her need much worse.

"Are you doing OK?"

"I think so. Why does everyone think I'm the one who's going to have a problem with what we just did?"

"Well, maybe because I was being stuffed from behind by your husband?"

"While your's was riding me... God Jackie, are we sluts or what?"

Jackie patted herself and stood up, "Next!" Cassie ducked around her friend and sat right down. The splashing a second later proved that it was just in time. 

"So, You OK?"

Cassie had to think a minute. "Yeah, yeah. I think so. How's Tom?"

"Tom was... oh, I think he's a bit worried about you."

"Really?"

"Well, yes he is. But it didn't stop him."

"I heard."

"FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!?"

"Oh yeah. I guess it didn't stop me either."

"I mean Cassie, I never thought you'd go through with this." Cassie looked up at her friend. Jackie leaning back on the sit looked so natural and relaxed. So what if her tits bounced in front of her as she laughed, her pussy only a few feet away and their husbands in the next room thinking about what was going to happen next! 

"Are you sorry for what happened?" Jackie asked.

"I don't think so. I mean, we knew what was supposed to happen. Are you sorry?"

Jackie thought for a minute. "God no. This has been a fantasy of Paul and me for a long time... probably more mine than Paul's." 

Thinking about what Paul had said earlier, Cassie butted in, "I'm pretty sure Paul shared it with you."

"Honey, I love you more than my own sister. I would never want to hurt you. But the last year or so, I've been thinking about what it would be like..."

"It does kind of get into your head, doesn't it?"

"And when I suggested it to Paul, man he went wild? He got so into the role playing that... man, let's just say I was worried that the bed would fall apart. But I never really thought it get much past our imagination. Do you guys want to go home?"

"Are you and Paul wanting some privacy?" Cassie dried herself and flushed the toilet. She and Jackie then turned and washed their hands.

Looking at her friend in the eyes via the mirror Jackie said, "No, no... I mean, if you want to I'll make some excuse."

Cassie thought about this out, but she didn't hate herself for what just happened. She enjoyed herself. She thought Tom enjoyed himself also. "You know, I can't speak for Tom but this was not something I ever considered before you brought it up. I mean, it sounds very "icky", doesn't it. But, I mean, with you and Paul... we're like best friends anyway aren't we?"

The statement hung there for a second and then Cassie announced "We'll stay for a while longer."

Jackie reached over and took Cassie by the shoulder. "Thank you!" and kissed her. Not the quiet thank you kiss of a friend, but the lustful release of pent up passion. Cassie was shocked at first, but Jackie's kiss was so nice, so wanting, her breast warm and soft, that Cassie soon melted into her. In some ways, Cassie thought about it later, she was so overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts and mores and stereotypes that her brain shut down the logic center and she went with her raw feeling. If it felt good, she told herself, go ahead and try it. This kiss felt good. Jackie's breasts felt good. Her ass felt good. Her pussy rubbing Jackie's felt...




Jackie: Taking It Further



This is a continuation of my wife's journey into exhibitionism. Our first experience is recorded in "In The Garage." 

*

A week after my busty wife, Jackie, exposed herself totally in naked in the garage, we were out driving around on a leisurely Sunday afternoon. While the sex following her exposure was hot, neither of us had actually mentioned her showing herself to the neighborhood. 

For me, I think it was because I still couldn't really believe it...and it had been so damn exciting. I didn't want to spoil it...I also hoped for more.

But, there's a time and place for everything, I thought, noticing that the top three buttons on Jackie's thin, white blouse were undone, revealing a goodly amount of her ample cleavage.

"So, the garage thing made you pretty hot huh?" I opened the conversation, eyeing her cleavage again.

Turning to face me, Jackie smiled. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving thin strands around her face that framed her hazel eyes.

"Well," she started, "actually, that wasn't the first time...I mean, sometimes, I go out in the garage naked to get the laundry...but never with the garage door open...although I've often thought about it."

I was silent a moment, picturing it in my mind...my cock saw it too.

"You've thought about going out there with the garage door open?" I asked a bit incredulous, but excited.

"Yeah," she said, fiddling with the fourth button on her blouse, "in fact, sometimes, I masturbate out there, pretending that it's open, and people can see me...." 

My cocked jumped in my pants at the picture of my beautiful, big-titted wife, masturbating naked in the garage, exposed to the neighborhood.

Despite our several years of marriage, this was a side that my wife hadn't shown me before. It made me hot as hell, and I wanted to pursue it.

"Have you ever thought about actually doing it?" I pressed, "showing yourself to other people?" My cock was already hard, becoming uncomfortable in my jeans.

"A lot of times," she answered with a wicked grin. "But I've never actually had the courage to follow through with it...until the other day that is, when you were with me." 

I know my wife....and could see that she was putting the ball in my court.

"How did it make you feel?" I asked with my own wicked grin.

"God," she answered quickly, breathing out, "it was so hot." 

That's all I needed to know. Apparently, my wife was a closet exhibitionist...and I was ready to help her come out. The throbbing lump in the front of my jeans confirmed it.

"How did it make you feel?" she asked coyly, with a sideways glance down at my crotch. "Did it turn you on?"

"Hell yes," I said low, remembering how I'd pounded her naked body on the table in the dining room that evening.

"Wanna see more?" 

Turning towards me again in her seat, Jackie flicked two more buttons on her blouse, undoing them. Her blouse fell open slightly, exposing most of her huge cleavage and the tops of her pink aureole, under her lacy, white bra. 

I swallowed hard, remembering to keep the car on the road. She'd chosen to wear her daisy-duke style cut off shorts that day, and my eyes gobbled her delicious bared thighs, all the way up to her butt cheeks.

She licked her lips, waiting for my response.

My cock ached.

"Uhm.." I stuttered, trying to concentrate on driving. Spying a park, I made a quick left and pulled into the parking lot with a naughty idea.

Jackie giggled.

"Take off your blouse," I said, grinning at her.

"Right here?" she asked in feigned shock.

Leaning forward, she unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it slowly down her shoulders. Turning to face me again, she stopped midway. "Are you sure?" she asked, smiling, exposing her bra covered breasts and bare midsection.

I nodded.

Pulling her blouse the rest of the way off, she tossed it in the back seat. My gorgeous wife now sat in the car seat in her bra, shorts and tennis shoes.

Opening my car door, I stepped out. "Let's take walk," I said.

Jackie glanced around, scanning the parking lot. Other than a few empty cars scattered here and there, there were no signs of life.

She pushed her door open, and stepped out, straightening up slowly.

Locking the car, I came around to her side and took her hand. 

"Ready?" I smiled.

She nodded, somewhat pensively, but placed her hand in mine, and we set off down the paved path through the park.

The park was dotted with a few people here and there in the distance but nobody seemed to really take undue notice of the gorgeous, busty woman walking along in jeans shorts and a bra. Besides, from a distance, the bra could have looked like a bikini top. Jackie's heavy breasts, packed into the white bra swayed and bounced lightly with her pace, making my cock swell again to full potential.

"How does it feel?" I asked. I knew there was a big difference between the safety of home and the open park. 

"I'm okay," Jackie smiled, "it's kinda hot."

I grinned inwardly as the first real test came. 

A couple approached from the opposite direction about 15 yards to our right. I felt Jackie's hand stiffen in mine momentarily...then relax. Stealing a sideways glance, I saw that she was determined.

The couple went by in silence with quizzical expressions at the woman wearing a bra. Jackie simply smiled at them. As they passed, the man twisted his head around for a final look.

"That was so hot," she giggled, with an emphasis on the word "hot" when they were safely out of earshot. Two hard bumps at the front of her bra confirmed it. She was excited.

We'd gone a good distance when I noticed a solitary bench under a weeping willow, partially hidden by a handful of bushes off to our left. "Let's take a break," I smiled, pulling her towards it. 

Taking a seat side by side, I placed a hand on her bare thigh, rubbing it lovingly. "Are you ready for the next step?" I asked gently.

At that point, my wife took stock, scanning the park. With an exhale, she nodded.

"Okay," I said, "take off your shorts."

Standing, she unbuttoned her daisy-dukes, bent over, and slid them down, over her hips and past her knees. Her lacy underwear came into view. Standing straight again, her shorts dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving them on the grass in front of us.

Now wearing her panties, bra, and tennis shoes, she sat down again. I noticed her breathing had increased...her large breasts rose and fell faster in her bra. 

"One more thing" I said, and pulled off both of her shoes, setting them on the bench. "Ready?" I asked.

A wet spot appeared on the front of her panties.

Standing, we took hands again, and set off towards the path, leaving her shorts and shoes at the bench.

Now wearing just her bra and panties, Jackie seemed a bit more nervous; yet, it was obviously turning her on. 

"God, I feel so naked," she said. 

As we got further into the park, people were beginning to notice, turning their heads to gawk at the hot woman in her underwear. We passed a group of college-aged people sitting on a bench, who fell silent and stared at Jackie as she went by. Jackie continued to smile at everyone, and even said hello to a few.

We reached the other end of the park without incident. Before turning to head back, I rolled the waistband of her panties down, exposing half of her luscious ass and just the top of her shaven mound...then loosening her bra straps...I pushed them down around her arms. The front of her bra slid down a bit, bringing the tops of her swollen aureole into view.

Hand in hand again, we walked the path back towards the car...Jackie's panties worked down a bit further as she walked, and my cock pounded in my pants at the idea that my hot, busty wife might soon be bottomless in public.

We passed many of the same people again, who now stopped and openly stared at her. Her panties had ridden down far enough to reveal most of her naked ass and the top half of her sweet, bald pussy. The bra wasn't fairing much better...all but her nipples were now exposed to the world.

"Oh god," she moaned low...everyone's looking at me."

I lightly rubbed her bare ass cheeks as we walked along, making her even hotter.

By the time we passed the bench, her panties had fallen to her knees. 

To our left, a group of guys playing football stopped in mid-play and stared, calling out and pointing at her. Wolf whistles followed.

My wife was nearly naked in front of them.

Just then, her panties fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving them behind us on the path.

"HOLY SHIT!" One of the football players yelled "LOOK AT THAT CHICK!"

Jackie was trembling with excitement. One hand went to her sopping pussy...lightly rubbing herself as we walked. My cock was so hard it hurt...my wife was now starting to actually masturbate in public.

Stopping a moment, I unhooked her bra, pulled it off of her and tossed it into the grass.

Jackie gasped.

She was now completely and utterly, stark naked in public.

Her swollen areola was flushed red, and her nipples pointed straight out...her pussy dripped with excitement. A few drops hit the pavement at her bare feet.

Taking her hand, I pulled her along, finally reaching the parking lot. 

"Oh damn, I'm so turned on, I can't breathe" she said, leaning on the car and sliding a two fingers into her naked pussy. "I've never been naked in public like this before...it's so hot..." She jammed her hand into her wetness against the car, lifting herself to her toes. Her huge, bare tits heaved and jiggled as she masturbated herself in the parking lot.

Without warning, a car door opened two spaces over, and young man got out. Instantly, he caught sight of my naked, busty wife, furiously rubbing her clit out in the open. 

His jaw dropped.

Not caring, Jackie rubbed herself wildly, shaking her naked tits and moaning loudly as the young man watched in disbelief.

Suddenly, a low, animal-like growl started at the bottom of her throat. The young man came closer, until he was standing just a few feet from her.

"Oh yeah.." she moaned, low at first, then building in intensity. "Oh yeah...oh god...OH.....GOD!" She yelled, cumming hard.

Turning her fingers over inside of herself, she pressed on her g-spot. Her back arched, and she rocked up and back on the balls of her bare feet in orgasm. Her hand flew at her pussy as she squirted her orgasm out in front of her in three separate jets of hot juice, moaning loudly with each one...barely missing the young man's leg and soaking the ground at his feet.

My cock begged for release, and I found it hard to breathe. The young man looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. 

Slumping over, Jackie crashed to her knees next to the car, rubbing out the last of her orgasm on the pavement. Running over to her, I scooped her up and piled her into the passenger's seat. Smiling at the stunned young man, I climbed in, started the engine and backed out.

Jackie sat with her head back and eyes closed, her naked tits still heaving as she recovered from her crazy orgasm.

My cock pounded, throbbed, and hurt like hell...but pulling out onto the road in the direction of home, I knew that would come later. 



Jackie: Tennis Shoes



"I'm ready babe," my wife, Jackie called from the bedroom. 

Pulling on my shoes, I looked up from the chair as she entered the dining room.

She was completely nude.

"Wow, babe, you're going like that?" I smiled. 

Recently, Jackie's exhibitionistic adventures were taking us farther and farther...she'd come a long way in a short time from her humble beginnings by parading around naked in the garage. And with her progression into full public nakedness...of course, the after-sex for us both was incredible. 

But this was the first time she'd actually wanted to leave the house entirely naked.

"Well," she smiled, playing lightly at a quickly swelling nipple, "I've always fantasized about it...leaving home totally nude with no way to cover up. In other words, no matter what happens, I have to be naked."

Watching her talk was like watching my favorite fantasy come to life. 

There, before me, stood my beautiful naked wife: her large breasts rose and fell with her breathing, which came increasingly faster as she described her fantasy. 

Her dollar-sized aureole were already swollen outward from her breasts...and I noticed just a hint of wetness beginning to seep onto her inner thighs as she teased a long strand of her dark tresses with her fingers, pulling to her shoulder...she always does that when she's horny.

Cocking her head sideways at me with a sexy smile from under bangs, she stuck her tongue out.

"Don't you agree babe?" she said sweetly.

"Huh?" I stammered, breaking from the reverie that her naked body always seemed to induce.

Chuckling at my state, she jiggled her breasts...teasing my cock hard.

"I said that when we go out on our adventures, you're the only cover I need."

My heart leapt in my chest.

I love my Jackie for so many reasons it's ridiculous...and she'd just given me another one.

I've never understood how such a gorgeous, intelligent and sexually uninhibited woman like her could care so much about a lump like me. I'm nothing special...but to be honest, I've long stopped trying to figure it out, and count myself blessed to be a part of her life...especially a part of her newly found exhibitionist life.

"Babe," she said seriously, "do you think I shouldn't? I mean, do you think leaving the house naked is going too far?"

Too far?

And this is exactly what tugs at me when it comes to Jackie. 

When she sets her mind to something, there's no stopping her. She carries out what she wants to the letter...and nobody can tell her otherwise.

Except of course, when it comes to me. 

What I have to say means so much to her...sometimes, she's almost like a little girl seeking reassurance.

It just melts me.

"Listen babe," I said gently, smiling at my beautiful wife. "Too far is up to you. I'm with you no matter what and always will be, whether you leave the house covered from head to toe or whether you go out without a stitch....but, if it makes you feel more secure, we can bring some clothes and keep them in the car."

Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she mulled on it, as I gobbled her sweet, shaved mound with my eyes.

"No, wait!" she said suddenly, bolting into the bedroom.

I wondered what she could be up to as I finished tying the last loop.

A moment later, she reappeared wearing a pair of white tennis shoes without socks.

"There...now I'm not completely naked..." she joked, smiling at me again.

The laugh that welled in my gut was uncontainable as it spilled over...turning into a long guffaw.

"No..babe..." I managed between giggles, wiping my at eyes, "I suppose you're not totally naked now..."

Jackie grinned wickedly at the joke, and shook her huge naked tits at me again. 

"Ready?" 

"I'm ready babe," I said, standing. The laughter had subsided into occasional bumps as we went through the front door.

The day was in full swing. 

It was a weekday, so most of the neighbors were at work as we walked from the front porch to the car parked at the curb. It was the first time that Jackie had actually walked naked in broad daylight right out in front of the house, and I could see the effect it was having on her.

Her pink nipples were hard and swollen, like small pebbles pointing the way. 

Her breasts swayed heavily in front of her with her movements. Following the logical path, my eyes trailed her bare midsection, taking in her smooth mound and protruding pussy lips...already swollen and moist with the excitement of exhibiting herself to the neighborhood.

The muscles danced tantalizingly under the creamy skin of her bared thighs...and her naked ass pulled my cock to the front of my jeans as I watched it move. No matter how many times I see my beautiful wife reveal herself in public, it never fails to make hot enough to fry an egg on my forehead. 

Totally naked on the sidewalk, save for the tennis shoes of course, she looked like sex on fucking stick. 

And I hoped she would be later.

Opening the car door for her as she slid in, I took stock of the neighborhood again. The surrounding driveways were empty. It didn't look like anyone had seen her.

"You know babe," I said, starting the engine a moment later, "I'm not sure what to say if the neighbors see you naked on the sidewalk."

"Oh, I'm not naked remember?" Jackie chuckled at me. "I'm wearing tennis shoes."

"Of course," I laughed loudly again at the joke. "How could I forget?"

She smiled that wicked little smile of hers once more from underneath her bangs, and ran the seatbelt between her bare melons...clicking it into place.

The thin, black belt divided her breasts lewdly, making them look even bigger. Against her skin, the contrast was stark...pronouncing the fact that she was nude in the car seat.

God she was hot.

God my dick hurt.

Swallowing hard, I dropped the car into gear. 

"So babe, where we headed today?" I asked, clear of the neighborhood.

Recently, she'd begun to surprise me, as was the case with our last adventure at the home improvement center, where she'd masturbated to a squirting orgasm, totally naked in the parking lot in front of another couple. 

"Well the car's dirty," she stated flatly...teasing a nipple again.

It was true. The car did need a wash.

"I was thinking maybe we could wash it," she smiled.

"You want to go to the drive-through carwash?" I asked...knowing better.

"Well, I thought we could go to one of those do-it-yourself places," Jackie answered quickly. I noticed the hand in her lap creep closer to her crotch.

"Carwash it is then," I agreed as we slowed, stopping at a major intersection.

On our right, a car containing two young men rolled to a stop. Noticing Jackie, the driver jerked his neck in her direction, before nudging his buddy to do the same.

From the level of the passenger's door, I knew that they couldn't see that Jackie was completely naked...still the swell of her large breasts over the edge of the window gave them a pretty good indication that her breasts were bare.

Rolling her window down, Jackie yelled at them.

"Hi guys!" she waved.

"Are you...naked?" The driver asked wide-eyed.

"No, I'm wearing tennis shoes..." Jackie laughed, heartily, just as the light changed. 

I pulled off, leaving the boys gawking after us. As they caught up with us, Jackie waved at them again, turning both of their heads as they passed.

I slowed and turned into the carwash on the left.

The place was pretty crowed; the single open space was on the far end, and I pulled into it and shut the engine off.

"Okay, babe," I said, pushing the door open, "I'll get some change."

"K," she smiled back, naked from the passenger's seat.

No matter how many times we did this, I still couldn't believe it at times. 

My cock throbbed in my jeans as I fed the bills into the machine for tokens.

When I got back to the stall, my jaw hit my chest, and my cock swelled hard.

My beautiful Jackie was standing by the driver's door in her tennis shoes, spray gun in hand, conversing with a youngish man dressed in jeans and a work shirt.

"Hey babe," she smiled at me, "this is Chris." 

"Hi Chris," I said, offering a hand, which he took.

"Chris is in the next stall over," Jackie giggled, holding the spray gun across her breasts, pushing them together with her arms.

Looking a bit embarrassed at my arrival, but polite nonetheless, Chris smiled. "I was going to get some tokens," he began, sounding a bit shy, "and, well...I saw your wife there...." 

His voice trailed off.

"He's been a perfect gentleman, haven't you Chris?" Jackie giggled again, coming to his rescue. 

Twirling a strand of dark hair in her fingers while she spoke, she pulled it down to her bare shoulder. Her nipples were swollen hard, jutting straight out.

Watching my wife tease had my cock pounding in my jeans, begging for release. A quick, stolen glance at the front of Chris's jeans revealed the same.

Dropping the tokens into the timer, I stood back as the spray gun came to life in Jackie's hands. She walked around the car, her big naked tits swinging in front of her as went about spraying, as if there was nothing at all unusual about it.

"Does your wife always go naked in public?" Chris asked, sounding somewhat awed, devouring Jackie with his eyes.

"I'm not naked Chris," Jackie answered for me...holding up one foot for his benefit. "See? I'm wearing tennis shoes." 

By now, her body was wet from the spray, making it shine and glisten in the stall. Her dark hair stuck to her skin in strings, and her entire aureole was swollen hard with the excitement of showing herself to a stranger. 

We watched in silence, as she bent forward, sticking her bare ass out at us...periodically laying on the hood, mashing her gorgeous breasts into it.

I want so badly to touch myself.

It was obvious that Chris felt the same, as he rested one hand, seeming unconsciously, close to his crotch.

Far too soon, the timer chimed, protesting the lack of tokens and jerking me back to reality. Finished, Jackie holstered the spray gun on the wall, and faced us, smiling.

"That was hot..." she said, her breath coming quicker. Her breasts rose and fell with her excitement.

Suddenly, a car appeared behind us, lining up to use the stall. In it, sat a couple, a man and woman. Their eyes went big and their mouths dropped at the sight of Jackie, standing there in the stall, wet and naked, right in front of them.

"What the hell?" the woman said, shocked, from the passenger window.

Realizing the potential danger of the situation, I figured we better leave. There were people everywhere.

Jackie waved at the couple and smiled.

Opening the car door, the woman got out. Ignoring us, she went right to Jackie, as the man watched, stunned from the driver's seat.

"Why are you naked?" she demanded, stopping a few feet from my wife.

Smiling, Jackie pointed at her shoes.

"I'm not naked," she said matter-of-factly, "I'm wearing shoes," stopping the woman in her tracks.

"Babe," I started, wanting to diffuse what seemed like a growing confrontation... I was getting worried now.

Jackie's nipples pointed straight at the woman. She was breathing hard, and her naked pussy lips swelled purplish. In spite of the situation, she was very excited.

Gaping at her nudeness, the woman fell silent. 

Jackie stood before her, growing more excited by the moment.

Suddenly, the woman laughed.

"You're wearing shoes..." she said simply.

"Yup," Jackie retorted, smiling. Performing a small twist, she shook her breasts and returned the woman's laugh.

Softening, the woman smiled. "Do you always go naked outside?" she asked, finally.

"Well, "Jackie began, running a slow hand over her bare mid-section, "I've recently just started."

"Why?" the woman pressed quickly, sounding genuinely interested.

This was too much. My cock threatened to burst from my jeans. Glancing at Chris, he looked equally incredulous, and smiled.

"Mike," the woman called to the man in the car, "come see this," she said, motioning at him.

Exiting the car, the man called Mike approached, and stood by Chris and me.

"Hi," Mike said meekly to the group, eating Jackie's pussy with his eyes.

"She goes naked in public..." the woman told him, incredulous.

My wife was visibly trembling from the sudden attention. 

Her upper body was flushed red as one hand went to a nipple and tugged at it; the other continued its journey across her mid-section, slowly diverting towards her now dripping snatch. Her cunt lips were dark, and swollen, as her clitoris protruded slightly between them.

"God that's hot..." Mike stammered.

"So you like being seen huh?" the woman pressed again. "You like being naked while other people watch you?"

"Yeah..." Jackie breathed, pulling harder at her nipple in front of us.

I noticed the woman's own nipples protruding from her t-shirt as she watched Jackie.

"Aren't you afraid of being arrested?" Mike asked Jackie's tits.

"I...," my wife was having trouble getting her words out now, as her fingers reached the outer edges of her wet cunt.

"Wow," the woman said, now sounding a bit stunned, "she's playing with herself."

Spreading her legs slightly, Jackie parted her outer pussy lips with her fingers, and hefted her big, naked tits higher, with her arm underneath them, lifting them.

Stepping in, I stood next to my wife for support.

"Babe," I whispered, "you okay?"

Turning her head, she looked at me with glazed eyes, as she slid two fingers into her hot box, and smiled. 

This was one of her biggest fantasies and I knew it. As long as the situation remained safe, I was going to let it happen. 

Taking stock of the group, I saw that Chris and Mike were lost...totally engrossed in watching my hot, naked wife masturbate, out in a public place, right in front of them. As for the woman, whose name I did not know, and was not offered, she stared at Jackie, unable to tear her eyes from Jackie's fingers now moving inside of her exposed, bald pussy. Her own nipples pointed lewdly from her t-shirt. Jackie's effect was more than obvious on everyone.

"That's it babe," I said, encouraging my wife.

Reaching behind her, I gently rubbed her bare ass cheeks, as she fingered herself in front of us.

"Oh god," Jackie breathed, "look at me..."

We were.

Rubbing her ass harder, I felt her skin warming to my touch. Grabbing one bare cheek in my fist, I squeezed, shaking it lightly.

"Look at you sweetheart," I teased into her ear. "Look at you all naked in front of everyone; playing with yourself...everyone's watching you...we can all see you jamming your fingers into your naked cunt..."

Jackie moaned and pressed her palm into her mound, spreading her legs wider.

All around us, the sounds of a normal, busy carwash in the middle of the day were taking place.

"Oh wait," I said. Bending over in front of Jackie, I gently tugged at her left shoe, removing it for her as she stepped out of it, and then did the same for her right one.

"Now, you're totally nude babe," I whispered again, handing her shoes to Chris.

Looking down at herself, Jackie made a strange sound from the back of her throat.

Rubbing at herself hard, she lifted her eyes, looking at each one of us in turn. The light of her situation crossed her face, and she moaned...closing her eyes, unashamedlynfingering herself and pinching at her throbbing, swelled clitoris as we watched.

Leaning back, she rested against the car and spread her legs wide...standing on the balls of her bare feet. 

The group closed in, forming a semi-circle around her...shielding her from view between the car and the other end of the stall.

In that moment, I realized that what had started out as shock and awe had grown into something more intimate. Jackie was the only one naked in the group, out in public, and we were all a part of her fantasy as she fucked herself against the car...living it out right in front of us.

By forming the semi-circle around her, the group was protecting her, allowing her to continue...we all wanted to see her make herself cum.

"Oh jeezus...yes..." she moaned loudly, grabbing at her the soaked spot between her legs.

Using her knuckles on her clit, Jackie pressed hard into clit, rubbing up and down over it. With her free hand, she lifted a heavy tit to her mouth and licked and sucked at a nipple...pulling it hard and clamping it between her teeth.

"Fuck..." Chris said.

Mike was speechless.

"Oh my fucking god..." the woman stammered.

"That's it babe," I said, standing next to my bare wife. Pushing her hips forward, she stuck her pussy out at the group and slapped at it...filling the stall with sounds of her masturbating.

Mike's hand was at the front of his crotch, slowly squeezing along the length of his obviously hard cock as he watched.

My own cock throbbed and jumped in my jeans.

Chris was breathing hard.

"God you're so hot," the woman said to Jackie, "I can't believe you're doing this..." 

Jackie's moans grew louder as she masturbated fast and hard in front of us. Jamming her hand into her cunt, she bent forward slightly, making her tits hang like pendulums in front of her...they shook wildly with her movements.

Bucking her hips, she closed her eyes and fucked herself as her cunt ate her fingers...swallowing and releasing them over again.

"Oh god....fuck....look at me...watch m...me..." she stammered, lost in ecstasy as she hammered herself fast and hard.

No longer able to help myself, I looked at the woman with Mike and grabbed my crotch, squeezing and pulling at it. 

She smiled lewdly, and reached between her own legs.

Suddenly, Jackie's eyes flew open and she dropped. Squatting, she spread her knees wide. Rocking back on her bare heels, she thrust her hips, jamming her burning box into her fingers, moaning loud and long.

"I'm...oh god, "I'm...I'm gonna...cum..." she breathed hard, stammering and stuttering to get the words out.

Her tits hung, swinging in front of her.

"Cum...." The woman hissed hotly, "make yourself cum for us...cum right in front of us..."

At her words, Jackie's head rolled back on her shoulders and she bit into her lip hard enough to draw blood.

My own hand was inside my pants, openly stoking my cock. A glance at Mike and Chris confirmed the same.

As Jackie's orgasm began, she rocked forward. Reaching out I grabbed her hand, to keep her from falling.

With her knees spread as far apart as she could get them, she turned her fingers underneath herself, jamming them hard and fast between her thighs, up into herself...as she held onto my hand.

Suddenly, she yelled, and came...hard.

"OH...GOD!..FUCK! I'M...CUMM...ING...!" she practically screamed in the stall.

Turning her fingers over in her cunt, she pressed upwards. 

Suddenly, great, long streams of cum-juice erupted from her crotch, jetting far out in front of her, landing at Chris's feet and wetting the ground in front of them.

Over and over, she squirted her orgasm out in front of us, rubbing her soaked pussy furiously and moaning loud. 

"OH GOD...OH GOD..." she cried out..."LOOK AT ME...I'M CUMMING..." 

With one hand in my pants, and the other holding on to my wife, I came hard...spraying the insides of my underwear and soaking the front of my jeans. Rocking back on my heels, I moaned, hanging onto my Jackie for dear life, I closed my eyes, riding out my own orgasm.

All around me, I heard the sounds of moaning, both male and female, as the group jettisoned into their own orgasms.

Finally, after a moment, I opened my eyes.

Still holding my hand, Jackie knelt, head down in the water on the floor, naked and spent. Her tits hung, heaving in front of her as she tried to breathe.

Chris and Mike, both, leaned back against the stall, with stained jeans.




Jackie: Tennis Shoes



The woman, stood, open-mouthed at Jackie...slowly pulling her hand from her pants. Her nipples were still hard, poking through the front of her shirt.

We all stood silent, looking at each other.

Coming to my senses, I lifted my Jackie's limp body gently into my arms and carried her around to the passenger's side. Piling her in tenderly, I kissed her on the cheek.

A crowd was slowly gathering outside of the stall behind Mike's car, gawking at the naked woman.

It was time to go.

Retrieving her shoes from Chris, I smiled at the group as I opened the driver's door.

"Wait," Chris said, "will we see you again?"

I smiled.

"You never know," I chuckled.

Climbing in, I rolled the window down and leaned out.

"Thanks guys," I said. I meant it.

"Thanks for helping to make my wife's fantasy come to life."

Everyone smiled.

Starting the engine, I dropped the car into gear and drove out of the other end of the stall, wondering what Jackie could possibly come up with next.



Jackie the Landlord



Jackie was my landlord. I moved into the two story unit next to hers a week after she bought the duplex. 

She was a very nice woman who had only hang up. Her age. 

Jackie was forty five but looked thirty. She told people she was thirty two and no one ever questioned her. She had three kids but she would not allow them to call her mother. Jackie did not want anyone to know she had a twenty three year old son.

She was five-four and had thick, honey blond hair that hung down around her shoulders. Her eyes were bluish green, her small nose was straight and pointed and her lips were wide and full. She was slender, almost skinny, but she did not starve herself. She had large, full, straight breasts, narrow hips and a small, tight ass. Her legs were slender and shapely.

As I was unlocking my front door, Jackie opened her door, "Good evening, Kyle," she said, "You look exceptionally handsome tonight." I was wearing my best suit, white on white shirt and a striped tie.

"Evening Jackie," I answered, "Thanks for noticing."

"You're home early," she said, "its only eight thirty. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I told her, "just my whole life got flushed down the drain."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jackie asked, concern in her voice. Without waiting for me to answer, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her apartment. "Just come in. we'll have coffee, or something stronger, and we can talk."

Jackie got us each a beer and, sitting at the kitchen table, I told her about my night.

I had made reservations at "La Petite France" six months ago. It was the best restaurant in town and reservations were almost impossible to get, especially on Valentine's Day. 

I had the entire night planned. After dinner, I had arranged to be picked up by a horse drawn carriage and driven around the park. That was when I was going to ask Mandy, the girl I had been dating for two and a half years, to marry me.

We never made it out of Mandy's apartment. I showed up, dressed to the nines, with a box of chocolates and two dozen roses. Mandy was wearing a red sweater and levis. She told me that she no longer wanted to see me. She had met someone else and she and I were through.

After a brief, but futile, argument, I left her apartment, drove around while I digested what had just happened and came home.

"The silly little bitch," Jackie said, "She broke up with you, on Valentine's Day."

"You got it," I said. I took the ring out of my pocket and dropped it on the table. "Want a ring?"

Jackie inspected the ring and said, "Nice."

"But useless," I told her.

"There will be other girls," Jackie said.

"Not for a while," I told her.

Jackie got up to get more beer. It would be number four for both of us. We were just a little buzzed.

She had on a light blue, turtle neck sweater that clung to her, showing the shape and size of her breasts. Her levis were molded to her hips, ass and thighs. She was wearing blue, high heeled shoes. She always wore high heeled shoes.

As I watched her walk across the room I was struck by the urge to take her in my arms and kiss her, touch her. It was not the first time I felt that way. I wondered what she would do, how she would react, if I did it.

Jackie came back to the table. She stood next to my chair and put her hand on my shoulder. Then she bent forward and moved her arm around my shoulders. "I'm really sorry it happened to you," Jackie said, "especially on Valentine's Day." 

She moved her face closer, to kiss my cheek. Without thinking about it, I turned my face towards hers and our lips pressed together. At the same time, I put my arm around her back. Her face pulled away in surprise and she stared at me, a puzzled expression on her lovely face. "What the hell," she muttered, returning her lips to mine.

As we kissed, I turned her body so that she ended up sitting on my lap. Our kiss had become passionate, our tongues deep inside each other's mouth. I was sure she could feel my hard-on pressing up against her ass.

My hand moved to caress her breasts and I felt her muscles stiffen. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," I told her, squeezing the mound of firm, pliant flesh, "Do you like it?"

"Of course I like it," she answered, "but we shouldn't be doing it."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked as I rubbed and squeezed her breasts.

"If I say yes, will you stop?" Jackie wanted to know.

"Of course I will," I promised, keeping my hand on her breasts but not moving it. "I'm not a rapist."

Jackie looked at me a few seconds longer. Finally, she smiled, put both arms around my neck and said, "Don't stop. " She moved her face close to mine and just before our lips touched, she said, "Play with my nipples." I moved my hand under her sweater and squeezed her nipples through her bra. "I want to suck them," I told her, "Let me suck your tits."

"Lets go in the bedroom," Jackie said.

I followed her into her bedroom. She turned on the lamp next to the bed. It cast a dim light over the room. As I watched her, Jackie crossed her arms in front of her body and pulled her sweater up and off. Her lacy bra was flesh colored and barely contained her bulging breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled them down below her hips. She was wearing a green thong which pulled halfway down with her jeans. Jackie removed her jeans and thong, exposing her hairless mound.

She reached up, behind her back, and stopped. "Aren't you going to take your clothes off?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, snapping out of the trance I was in.

I pulled my clothes off but kept my eyes on Jackie as she removed her bra. Her breasts hung down but did not sag. The nipple were long and thick and surrounded by large, dark aureoles. "You are gorgeous," I told her.

"And you're really slow," she said. I had left my suit coat in the kitchen. Jackie was naked and I had just gotten my tie off and my shirt unbuttoned. 

She stood in front of me and unbuckled my belt. Staring at my face, as I got my shirt off, Jackie opened my trousers then knelt down and pulled them off my legs. 

Her fingers hooked the waistband of my briefs but before she pulled them down, she pressed her lips against the cloth that covered my bulging hard-on. Slowly, as though teasing herself, she pulled the waistband down until finally my cock popped free. She looked up at me and smiled. "Oh, baby," she groaned, "its been a long time."

Jackie gripped the base and licked the crown, licked it then kissed it and rubbed her lips on it. Her lips moved down the sides, sliding back and forth, wetting the shaft. Finally, after kissing and licking the entire length of my cock, she let the crown slip between her lips, into her mouth and deep into her throat.

After several minutes of being kissed, licked, sucked and deep throated, I made Jackie stop. We got on the bed and I began kissing her lips, then her face, her neck, her shoulders and her breasts. "That's so good," Jackie moaned as I sucked on her nipples, "I love that so much." I continued down her stomach and belly, finally reaching her mound. 

Jackie groaned as I separated her legs, and she gasped as my tongue touched her clitoris. She groaned and gasped as I licked and sucked the tender flesh of her pussy.

"Fuck me, baby," she pleaded, "Put your big, beautiful dick in my hot, wet pussy. "

I got between Jackie's legs and felt her hand guiding me into her. She was hot and wet and tight. The walls of her vagina gripped my cock. As I pumped my hips it felt almost as though her cunt was sucking me.

Jackie was gasping and moaning as I fucked her. "Oh, god, its happening," she cried, "its happening---I'm going to cum---yes--yes---yes--oh god-- I'm going to cum--- OH--SHIT--I'M CUMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!!!" A sudden flood of wet warmth enveloped my cock as Jackie's legs encircled me. I thrust into her, as hard and as deep as I could,

Jackie's face showed a looked of contentment I had never seen before. "I haven't cum like that in---maybe forever," she said dreamily, "Did you cum?"

"No," I told her, "but I'm ready."

"Do it between my tits," Jackie said, "I want to see you cum."

I moved up to straddle Jackie's chest, with my cock between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts together, engulfing my cock with warm, pliant flesh. 

I leaned forward on stiff arms as I slid my cock back and forth between the firm mounds. Jackie put her chin down so that the head of my cock slipped between her lips each time I thrust forward. The pressure built and a bolt of electricity shot through me as streams of hot, thick cum spurted onto Jackie's chest and neck. 

Wearing my T shirt, trousers and shoes, I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jackie was still naked but covered by a sheet. "What happened tonight can not ever happen again. Right?"

"If you say so," I told her.

"And, we will never speak of it, even to each other," Jackie said.

"Don't worry," I said, "My lips are forever sealed."

"Then lean over here and kiss your mother good night."

I leaned down and kissed Jackie on the mouth. As I did, I slipped my hand under the sheet and onto her breasts. "Happy St. Valentine's Day," I said as I pulled the sheet away, lowered my head to her breasts and sucked my mother's nipple into my mouth. 



Jackie the Ripper



Jacquelyn Beauchamp sat at the table by the window. She watched as hundreds, thousands of people passed by on the street outside. In her hand, she held the leather bound journal that had brought her thousands of miles from her home in New Orleans. It had belonged to her great-great-great-uncle Henri. Its tale was the ultimate story of privilege, debauchery, mental illness...and horror. Horror the likes of which still made headlines over a century after it began. 

Jackie's own life had mirrored that of her distant relative. Like the man, she had grown up the youngest child of wealthy and educated parents. He is Calais, France and she in New Orleans. Both had been popular among their crowd of young deviants. Jackie had like her Uncle Henri terrorized her social circle with her angry outbursts and alternately intrigued them with her intense intelligence. She had always considered herself above them all. They were merely chattel to do her bidding as politically incorrect as that was to consider. 

And like her uncle, all of this was merely a mask to hide the madness that festered inside of her. But unlike the man, who was not diagnosed with his illness until late in life, Jackie knew of her burden from an early age. Although the labels seemed to change with each new specialist her parents sent her to. As a child, it was ADHD, then Oppositional Deviant Disorder. As a teen, it was Bi-Polar, but was that one or two, she could never remember. The latest labels were paranoid schizophrenia and Borderline Personality Disorder.

All of it meant nothing to her. Not like this book. This book gave her the answers. The answers that she had been searching for since she was a girl of five, playing in courtyard of the ancestral home in the French Quarter. A man had come up to her. His dark eyes had seen into her very soul. He knew things about her, things that no one else knew. He knew what had really happened to the doll that her grandmother had given her. He knew that she had cut off all its hair, taken sticks and stabbed its eyes out and torn it limb from limb, before burying it among the rose bushes there in the courtyard. 

But rather than threaten to tell her parents, he had understood. He had become her friend. Her one true friend. And her co-conspirator. That day he had encouraged her to capture her cousin's cat, Jingles. She had tempted the feline with bits of her tuna sandwich, then she had pulled its tail until it hissed and scratched at it. That was not the response she wanted, so she released its tail, instead finding sticks and rocks to throw at the poor animal, pelting it until it slunk away from its tuna prize to lick its injuries. 

The cat was not her favorite victim though. Her goody two-shoes cousin Raquel was that. The girl was two years younger than Jackie. And would become the brunt of all her cruelest jokes. It culminated the summer that she turned twenty. Jackie had been dating a young man from the wrong side of the tracks as the Southern saying goes. He was in his mid-twenties with a meanness that nearly matched her own. He had already done time in state prison for a bar fight that left a man paralyzed, for taking his seat on the bus. 

Jackie's parents and her aunt and uncle were going away for the weekend. While the girls were to stay with their grandmother, the woman was too old to properly care for and supervise them. Jackie convinced Raquel that they should sneak out on Saturday night. She knew a party where they could have some real fun. At barely eighteen, the girl was to start college soon. She wanted to become a doctor and help the poor. It was enough to turn Jackie's stomach. Which was why she had other plans. 

Rather than the fraternity party that she had promised, Jackie took her to an abandoned house outside the city. Her friend was waiting there. They had bound the girl, her friend had raped her, taking her virginity in the process. Jackie herself had used an old bottle to violate the girl and had put out her cigarettes on her ass. 

But it was not enough. He wanted her dead. Not her friend, no, he had balked at the idea. Said that he was not murdering for any whore. Instead he had threatened Raquel, told her that if she told anyone, they would come back, kill her next time. 

The whole thing had left Jackie frustrated, incomplete as he sing-singed in her head about not having the guts to actually do it. His voice had gone on and on, when she was awake, in her dreams, it never stopped. Of course, by now, Jackie was old enough to know that the man, whom she had met in the courtyard was not real. A figment of her imagination. A symptom of her disease. But he was real, real to her. And she wanted him to shut the fuck up. 

He had to, once she killed her friend. It had been so easy. The man for all his bluster and machismo was a switch. He might enjoy dominating and breaking Raquel, but not half as much as he enjoyed being dominated by her. He thought nothing of it when she cuffed his large frame to the pipes in the basement of that abandoned house. It was just another of their sex games. She walked around him, flashing her whip and demeaning his manhood. Except this time, she did not stop when he safe-worded. She put cigarette butts out on his balls, raped his ass as she had her cousin and when it was said and done she had driven a knife through his heart. 

Nothing had ever felt so good. She washed in the blood as he praised her. Told that she was his child. His true child at long last. Worthy of his name and his heritage. He had gifted her then with something special: the journal. He had told her where it was to be found, behind a loose brick in the courtyard law. And when she finally held in it, read its words, she knew that she belonged. That another person understood her, her needs. He got her. Her Uncle Henri. 

His story filled the pages of this journal and what a story it was too. A story that would have fetched a handsome sum too. It was the story of a young French aristocrat, who had been forced to flee the comfort of his life and family after the brutal beating and rape of a young girl in their village. His family would send him to stay with his older brother in New Orleans, to work in their shipping business. But first they had sent him to England. 

He had not wanted to go to America. He wanted to stay in Europe. If not France, Italy, Spain or perhaps Austria. He had disembarked from the ship in Dover, made his way to London where he soon squandered the funds they had given him to start afresh. He had gambled and taken up with prostitutes. But nothing had felt as good as that what he had done to that girl. Rape was so much better than paying for your pleasure. 

That summer and fall, without the watchful eyes of his family, he had found himself, discovered the person he was inside. And in the process, he had changed history. Her Uncle Henri, the man that had eventually been committed to the very best asylum in New Orleans Parrish was known by another name. Jack-the-Ripper. 

And this book held his tales. His journeys. His crimes. Jackie could make millions by selling it, but what would that accomplish? She had money enough, her parents made certain of that, as long as she stayed far from them anyway. 

No, Jackie had another idea. It had begun that summer as she snuck back to that abandoned house to read her infamous uncles tales and watch her former lover decompose. Jackie would repeat Uncle Henri's feat. With his help, she would rape and murder five men. Leaving their bodies at the original locations. And it began tonight...August 31st. She looked around the Indian restaurant that had once been the Frying Pan Public House, the last place that Mary Nichols had been seen alive. 

Her uncle might have chosen easy targets, women that no one would miss, but Jackie was going to show the man how it was done. She would not settle for such worthless chattel, not she wanted a higher caliber victim and she had the looks to get them. At twenty-three, her body was at its prime. She spent hours in the gym, each day. Not only to look good though, but to give her the physical prowess she would need to fulfill her mission. Her long black hair fell in gentle waves about her face, not only was the style luring but it offered a degree of camouflage as well. Few people here would remember details of her face, other than perhaps to remark on her beauty. 

She knew it was him, the moment he walked in. The man wore a custom-made suit. His Italian loafers clicked across the wooden floors with authority. Authority that he wore like a second skin. He placed his order, take-away, but she would find a way to change that. She got up slowly. She headed towards the bathrooms, but stopped when she pumped into him. His parcel landed on the floor, spilling its contents over those expensive shoes. 

"Look where you're going, you stupid fuck," he said as he knelt to brush the curry off. 

"I'm so sorry," Jackie batted her dark eyes at the man.

At her low sexy voice, he stood and stared at her. She smiled as she watched the anger drain from him, replaced as she knew it would be by sexual desire. Desire that would be his undoing. "I really should watch where I'm going. My apologies. Please let me buy you dinner."

The man sighed, "As much as I'd love that, I really should be heading home. My wife is craving Indian tonight. She's pregnant so nothing would do but this place." He shook his head, looking around, "Although I have no idea why."

"Well, at least sit with me and have a drink while they replace your order, my treat." She watched indecision play across his face, it would only make the ultimate victory sweeter. 'Take that, Uncle Henri. You killed a worthless whore. I'm going for a rich, family man. With a pregnant wife,' she taunted the ever present voice in her head. 

"Please, it's the least I can do. Besides I need to give you my details. I insist you send me the cleaning bills for your suit and shoes. Oh dear, I do hope the stains come out." Curry would be the least of the stains on his suit and shoes this night, she thought.

He nodded, "I suppose that would be polite thing to do. Paul. Paul Whittington."

She smiled and took his hand, feeling herself one step closer to her victory. She walked to the counter, spoke to the man in a low voice, promising a huge tip if they delayed the order for as long a possible. He nodded and looked at the man. She smiled through her long hair that shadowed her face. Then she returned to her table with two glasses of wine. 

They sipped the wine and chatted. She gave the man a factious name and hotel. Told him that she was here on business, looking to purchase a painting for a client. He told her that he was a banker. That his wife was nearly due. Their first, a son. The conversation followed with a second glass of wine. The waiter explained that his order would take just a couple more minutes. They had a big take-out order ahead of his. He nodded and texted his wife to explain.

Jackie smiled as he looked up from his phone. "You know this is really weird. But I have this fantasy. A sick fascination I guess you would say. I probably shouldn't say anything more," her voice trailed off as she dropped her eyes to her half empty glass of wine. 

He shook his head, "No, it's fine. Fantasy, did you say? You have me curious about what a beautiful American fantasizes about."

She smiled, "No, really, most people would think it was sick."

He chuckled, "Provincial Americans. Don't you know we Brits are a bit more kinky with our interests?"

She bit her lip and gave him an intense gaze, "Since I was a little girl, I have been fascinated with mysteries. Then as a teenager I got hooked on the whole Jack the Ripper thing." She watched him, gauged his reaction before continuing, "When I learned of this trip to London, well, I got the crazy idea that I wanted to combine my fetish for outdoor sex and my lover of Ripper lore. My goal while I'm here is to have sex at each of the murder sites. And well," she stopped.

He stared at her for a log moment. "Are you trying to hook up with me? I'm flattered, honest I am, but I really need to be getting back to my wife."

She reached across the table, her hand caressed his. "I'm sorry if I offended you. I really didn't mean to. I just sort of assumed that if your wife was pregnant," she added a blush for good measure. Perhaps if things had been different, she might have been an actress. "I thought perhaps you might not be getting enough sex. That a quick blow job in the alley behind the Tube station where that first murder happened might be as kinky a thrill for you as it would be for me. I'm sorry if I was wrong."

She watched him fidget on the chair, recognized as his attempt to hide the erection that her bold words had caused. "No, no. You didn't offend me. It would take much more than such a kind offer from a beautiful woman to do that."

She looked up and saw that her time was up, the waiter approached with another large plastic bag loaded down with his wife's dinner. "Is there any chance I could convince you to help this provincial American as you called me? I would really like it to be you. From the moment you walked in you caught my eye," for once honesty suited her purposes. "A quickie. A blow job. Nothing more. According to my former President that isn't even sex."

He smiled at her and nodded. "You do have a point. Perhaps," he stood and waited as she grabbed her coat off of the back of the chair and put it on.

"I see you are learning about the British summer already," he teased as she tossed bills on the table.

He followed her through the dark streets to the empty alleyway behind the station. There were cars parked where Mary Nichols body had been found. Trees grew right behind them, Jackie had done her research, visiting the site earlier in the day. She smiled as she grabbed his hand and led him into them. 

She wasted no time, dropping to her knees and opening the front of his trousers. She took his half hard cock into her mouth and sucked. Within two strokes he was fully hard. She watched as his hands clinched at his side. The action lifted and lowered the bag of take-out as she licked and sucked harder. She heard him moan softly in the back of his throat, felt his body tremble as she opened her mouth wide and swallowed his cock to the very back of her throat. She felt him erupt as she reached inside the pocket of the trench coat she wore. 

Her fingers wrapped around the cool metal of the knife's handle. She slid slowly up his satisfied body. She had to work fast, this orgasm induced blur would not last long. She drew the blade out of her pocket as she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy," she whispered. His eyes were still closed in post-coital bliss as she quickly and efficiently ran the sharp blade across his neck. The cut was deep and deadly. He did not manage even a gurgle...just as her Uncle Henri assured her they never could when the blade was applied properly. 

She watched his eyes spring open wide as the pain and realization dawned upon him. The bag of food dropped quietly to the ground. She used her own weight to soften his drop to the ground. Then she went to work. A single slash was all it took for his insides to burst forth. But unlike her uncle who had waited and grown bolder, she claimed her ultimate prize from the start. Another quick slash and the man's penis came off in her bloody hand. 

She stepped back and peaked out of the trees. No one was about. Quickly she took off the coat, wiping most of the blood on it, she fished the packet of wipes out of the same pocket that had held the knife. A couple of moments later, she pushed them inside the coat pocket and wrapped it into a tight bundle. She stopped in front of one of the cars. The street lamp provided enough light in its reflection for a quick inspection. She smiled as she walked back down the alley to the station. 'One down...five to go, Uncle Henri. I'll be even more famous than you were. Jackie-the-Ripper.' 



Jackie Tries A New Way



"You understand that this is a one time deal? No matter how things turn out, good or bad, you aren't going to be entitled to future privileges."

I was sitting in my living room talking to Peter on the phone. Peter and I had been friends for years. We respected each other and had one of those rare friendships that allowed honesty and candor without diminishing the mutual high opinion. We were both professionals, he an attorney and I in sales. Peter was married to a great gal, Jana, who I had known since they meet eight years earlier. His wife and I enjoyed a good friendship and while it wasn't on the same level as what Peter and I shared it was valuable to me. 

"Look, are you sure that Jana is alright with this, I don't want her looking daggers at me every time we see each other."

"Well hold on just a second and I'll let her tell you in person," came the unexpected reply.

"Jackie, hi honey. Peter has told me all about the plans you have and I just want you to know that I am excited for you. I really hope it all works out perfectly. Don't worry about me, you have my full support. I can still remember my first time, I envy you."

I didn't know what to say, and before my mind could come up with more the just a grunt she had Peter back on the line.

"Everything ok now?" he asked.

The only way I knew to cope with this situation was to treat it like any other negotiated deal I had made in the past. In my best professional voice I replied, "Yeah it all seems to be taken care of so why don't you email me all the particulars and we can go ahead. I guess I will meet with you Friday night."

We talked a couple of more minutes and then I was left waiting for the promised email. I expected to see it in very short order, but was disappointed and taught my first lesson. When an email arrived a hour later all it said was, "All instructions will be sent Friday afternoon." It was signed "Sir".

The next two days passed with agonizing slowness. I understood why he had not sent the plan to me, my mind spent the intervening time creating dozens of scenarios of its own. Had I seen the true plan I would have spent the time picking it apart, finding fault and emailing back corrections or changes. This didn't allow me that option. This made me wait. 

I swore myself to abstinence during the wait. Actually Peter had suggested it but added that since I lived alone it shouldn't be a problem. I don't think he realized how big a problem it became during those few days. I really wanted to give this every chance of being a success and hoped that the heightened state would help me achieve that. 

Early Friday afternoon the anticipated message was in my mailbox. Despite the frustrating wait, despite my eagerness to read the instructions the message contained I hesitated to open it. My belly trembled and my hands shook as I stared at the screen. 

The message began;

"You know where you are going and why, dress appropriately. 

Arrive at the Downtown Hyatt at 6 PM.

Lock your purse in the trunk of your car and use the Valet service. 

Ask the desk clerk for my room.

Knock and wait.

Leave your inhibitions and reservations at home.

Remember the things we have discussed and your responsibilities. 

Sir"

I read it twice more, then again. I had expected more, expected details, specifics. This left a lot up to me. Needless to say my afternoon at work was shot. Three o'clock was the longest I could wait and making my excuses I headed home.

I started with a long bath, soaking until the water cooled, then shaving my legs and underarms. Finally squeaky clean and hair shampooed I rose from the tub and began fixing my hair and makeup. I poured a drink to calm me, limiting myself to the one. I was nervous but wanted to be fully aware. 

I had bought a new lace bra and panty set. Black lace demi-cups and high thigh cuts made the set look very sexy. Thigh high stockings slipped up my legs and felt especially sensuous tonight. At 5'2" they came very high on my legs, reaching almost to the top of my thighs. 

I picked out a pair of black heels and slipped into them then grabbed the skirt I had picked for this night. It was a simple pleated flare, black and reaching to just below mid-thigh. The blouse was equally simple, a white nylon button up with short sleeves and a large collar. Tucked into the skirt top it fitted my form nicely. The light nylon did little to hide my black bra and the outline was clearly visible.

I knew better than to wear my usual jewelry, and chose only a pair of hoop earrings. 

My timing was perfect, just enough time to make to the hotel and the long awaited meeting. 

When I pulled into the valet parking area I stepped out very conscious of the rise of my skirt as I did. I placed my purse in the trunk, deliberately leaving behind my credit cards, cash, and most important tonight, any identification connecting me to my normal life. 

I crossed the lobby trying my best not to look around to see if anyone was watching me. I felt as if there were a big sign on my back declaring my intentions and guilt. 

The desk clerk was polite, but I detected a condescending tone in his voice as I asked him for the room. He called upstairs and as he talked he cast glances at me as if watching to make sure I didn't take a pen or something off the counter. At last he gave me the room number, then in a sly voice wished me a good night. 

It had been embarrassing asking the clerk for the room, but the walk back across the lobby and the ride in the elevator was terrifying. I wasn't sure about this at all and knew that I only had a short ride to the 12th floor to change my mind. 

Once the elevator doors opened I stood there trying to gather my nerve and steel myself for the planned events ahead. Just as the door began its slide closed I popped out. 

I stood in front of his door, breathing hard, shaking, and raised my hand to knock. 

A second later the door opened, good sign, he was waiting for me eagerly I thought. 

In my best attempt at bravado I smiled and greeted him, "Hi Pete!"

"When you learn some manners knock again!" he said and closed the door. 

"What.....!" I though as I stood there dumbfounded. "Peter, open the door!" I called to him. 

"Manners? What the hell does he mean?" my brain stumbled over a solution, then finally a light went on. 

I knocked again. 

The door opened again.

"Hello Sir." I said not looking directly at him. 

"Much better," he told me but did not move from the doorway to allow me inside. 

"Much better, but your rudeness has to be corrected even at this early stage of the game. Give me your blouse."

"What!" 

The door closed. 

"Peter, please let me in," I begged. "Oh shit", I mumbled "did it again." Sir, please let me in I'm sorry, I'll do what you ask."

I saw the light through the peep hole change and knew he was watching me. I knocked again and stood waiting, expecting him to open the door on my promise to be good. It didn't move.

I called again, "Sir, please let me in, I really want this to work."

The light moved in the peep hole again. The door still did not move. 

Gradually I realized what I had to do. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, looking around and nervous that someone would walk up on me. I slipped it off and knocked again. This time the door did open but again he blocked my way. 

"You are a willful one aren't you?" 

"Please Sir let me in, someone might come any minute," I asked as politely and pleadingly as I could as I held out the blouse to him.

"The skirt."

I stood. I froze. I stammered but could not say anything. His hand reach for the door knob and I rushed out a "Yes, yes, wait, I will."

Standing in the hallway where at any second a room door could open, a tenant could walk out, or a maid could come along I reached to my waist and freed the skirt. I knew that if he closed that door again I would be left there in my bra. 

I stepped out of the skirt and held it to him. His lip curved in a small smile of victory as he stood there a little longer. Finally he moved aside and I scooted into the room. 

In thigh highs, heels, bra and panties I stood in front of him and he surveyed me. I had never felt so on display. He asked me to turn for him and I did. His eyes measured me and I know he saw the tremors running through my body. I shook with fear, excitement and a new feeling for me, abandon. 

"Walk to the bed and stand beside it facing the bed," he told me. 

Looking at him I did as I was told. When I got to the bed he told me to bend over it and reach across the mattress. As I did he walked around the bed. 

"Give me your hand," he said.

I stretched my right hand out to him and he used a scarf that was somehow attached under the bed to tie it.

"The other one."

I extended that arm too.

I was tied across the bed face down from the waist up. My legs dangled off one side. He walked around the bed again and stopped just behind me.

"Spread your legs."

I did.

"More, open them wide for me."

I strained to open my legs as far as I could. The high heels made it difficult.

His voice was smooth, slow and controlled as he talked to me. 

"This is your first time so I will only introduce you to the pleasure that you seek. Any time you can stop if you like. Your safe word is redlight. Use it and everything stops immediately. You can then dress and go home, the adventure will be over. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I replied in a weak voice. 

He continued, "I have not blindfolded you, I don't think that would be wise on the first night. I have not tied your legs. That is a test of your commitment. I have not gagged you. You can scream if you like but remember where you are. Unless you scream your safeword I will leave you tied and uncovered so that anyone responding to your scream will find you like this. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Yes what?" he asked in a soft tone.

"Yes Sir," I replied and suddenly felt the sting of his hand on my backside. 

"Yes Sir," I almost screamed.

Again, the flat crack of his bare hand on my almost bare butt. 

Again, on the other side bringing a moan from me. 

Then a soft caress, a slow circle of his large hand over my flesh, across the lace of my panties. 

Another crack, another moan. Now tears were streaking my face as I writhed about. 

"Be still."

"Yes Sir," I got out just before the next bare handed slap hit me. 

I jerked.

He rubbed and caressed.

I felt his hand on my thighs, then moving over my lower backside then across my reddened ass. 

"Do you think these panties are appropriate for this?" he asked

"No Sir," I replied through trembling lips. 

He reached to the night stand and took up a pair of scissors. Someplace in my mind I registered that if he had them there he knew what was going to happen. He knew he would need them. 

I felt the lightest touch of them as he slipped the shears between my flesh and the offending material. Each thigh was cut and the panties slipped to the floor. 

"And is this bra appropriate?"

"No Sir," I said as I thought about how much I had paid just a couple of days ago for it. 

The back strap was quickly cut, then each shoulder strap. Roughly he jerked it out from under me. The fabric pulled across my nipples and shot quick pains through them. I realized then just how hard they were. 

His hand was back on my now bare butt. Smack! Rub. Smack! Caress.

His other hand lay on my back and gently rubbed it, massaged it, caressed it from neck to tailbone. It was such a contrast to the firmer hand on my tender rear. 

"Please, no more. Please stop," I cried as I bit my lip to prevent the scream that wanted to eject from my body. 

Then I felt both of his hands on my inflamed flesh. It was so soothing, so sensual, so thrilling to feel his soft touch. They slipped under me, to touch and part me. I was wet with need. 

I felt his body move against me and he was naked and hard. When he had removed his pants I have no idea, but here he was, his shaft pressing against my hot flesh. 

Then he moved again and he entered me with no resistance at all. He slipped inside and it was the ultimate counter sensation to the pain of moments before. 

I bucked against him. He pressed into me. I moaned and cried. I cried the tears of joy and pleasure and they mixed with the ones of pain and humiliation still on my cheeks. 

He pumped in me and I tried to open farther, to take more of him, to let him have more of me. 

His hands reached under me and cupped my breasts. A thumb and finger grasped each nipple and slowly he began to apply pressure to them, squeezing them. 

The pain began to mingle with the pleasure of him inside me. With each hard stroke he pushed my body forward and that made my breasts tug at the fingers holding me. I was lost in the feeling of him hard and long and deep in me, each stroke sending waves of pleasure, followed by shocks of pain through my body. 

Soon I sought the jerks of pain, letting him force me farther with each stroke. His belly bumped my tender rear renewing the burning as his hands brought waves of sharp ache as he tugged and crushed my nipples. 

"Please, please, please," I groaned and muttered

Then I felt him stiffen against me and my body began to shudder. I felt him jerk and for the first time I lifted my legs. I forced myself against him, ground into him as my climax washed through me. I bit the bed covers to keep from screaming as I pulled against the restraints and tried to lock him inside me. 

Finally I collapsed, spent and fulfilled. 

Pete crawled up the bed and cuddled to me. I was still tied, still spread legged and could feel his seed sliding from me and trickling down my inner thighs. In that small part of my mind that still retained sanity I could see myself there, see what I must look like as if I were a spectator at my own ravishment. 

He caressed my shoulders, back and hair and his soft touch brought comfort to me as I eased back from the edge of oblivion. Finally, after what could have been minutes or hours he freed my hands from the bindings. 

I started to leave the room but his firm voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Where are you going!"

"To clean up a little," I replied softly, unsure of what was happening now. 

"Did I give you permission to leave my presence? Did I tell you to go? Did I tell you game over, Jackie?"

"No Sir, I'm sorry sir," I mumbled.

"Kneel," He commanded in a firm but not loud voice.

My quizzical look must have been funny and bought me a little leniency from him.

"Kneel where you are, I think it's time I taught you the proper way to present yourself to me."

I eased myself to my knees and for the next few minutes Pete worked on getting me in the perfect position in front of him. He had me lean back on my high heels, open my thighs, pull my shoulders back and use my upper arms to compress my breasts to display them for him. I placed my palms on the top of my thighs and lowered my eyes to the floor. 

When I had repeated the position several times he seemed pleased with it and told me to remain there until he released me from the waiting position. He left the room and I could hear him using the toilet. 

"Get up and get dressed," he said when he returned to the room. 

Glad to be released from what was becoming an uncomfortable pose I quickly rose to my feet. I wanted to go clean up, but I didn't want to ask permission so instead I moved to my clothes. Only then did I remember that half of what I had been wearing was now destroyed and unusable. 

"I'm getting hungry and thought we would go get something to eat," He said. 

In horror I picked up my blouse. I draped it over my hand and stared at the clear outline of my fingers under it. The same thin nylon that had flaunted my fine lacy bra earlier in the evening would now reveal my bare breasts. 

The skirt was short and flouncy, but with a little care I could manage to get away with no panties under it. The top of my left stocking was wet and my thigh was sticky and I knew that I smelled of sex, but I could get by with that too. The blouse was another story.

"Well?" came the question from Him.

I stammered and felt tears run as I focused my eyes on his chest, unable and unwilling to look into his eyes. 

"I can't go out in this, I would be almost topless!" I cried.

"Kneel for me," he said softly. He didn't seem angry or disappointed. 

I did as he said. 

"This is your first experience so let me explain your choices now," He began. "You have three actually. You can do as I ask, get dressed and go out with me as my girl. You can refuse and accept whatever punishment I choose as a result of your disobedience. Last, you can use your safeword and we can go home." 

"Just so that you will understand everything I will tell you this one time what the punishment will be if you refuse to obey. I am hungry so I will order room service and we will stay here. After I call them I will tie you back to the bed just like you were, adding a few more welts to your beautiful ass as I wait. When the meal arrives I will let them in and let them serve me while you are tied there naked."

"Go home?" It occurred to me that sooner or later I was going to end up wearing that blouse to go home! 

But I couldn't now, not right now. 

The image that had played in my mind earlier returned. The remote view of myself tied over the bed an object of sex, a toy. The feeling of his hand on my bare butt returned and I could feel my backside tingle with the heat still in the fingerprints he had left. I could feel the stickiness between my legs, the sweat under my breasts, the tangle of hair on my head. I could feel! 

I walked to the bed and bent over it, opened my legs and reached out across the mattress for my future.



Jackie Ventures Out



This is my wife Jackie's third exhibitionist experience; beginning with the time she initially exposed herself in the garage, and after that, the park. Those experiences can be found in My Wife Jackie: In The Garage, and Jackie: Taking It Further. The stories are not numbered in chapters because, well, I never know what or when Jackie's going to do.

My wife, Jackie, and I sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee the week following her exposure in the park. 

Since then, our sex had been more than dynamite...I couldn't stop picturing my incredible, hot, sexy, wife, standing totally naked against the car...her huge, bare tits swinging as she fingered herself to a squirting orgasm right out in public, in front of a complete stranger...not caring who might see her.

It made my cock swell like hot iron every time I thought about it. 

As for Jackie, she said it had been the hottest experience of her life. She'd cum so incredibly hard, squirting her orgasm out all over the ground in front of her, as the young man stood a few feet from her, watching with his jaw against his chest.

She said that nothing in her life had ever turned her on more...it made her pussy gush just to think about it, and she had masturbated to it every day since.

Sipping my coffee across from her, I traced the swell of one massive breast peeking out of the top of her slightly opened robe with my eyes, feeling my cock rise. I knew her nipples were hardening.

"What's next?" I smiled, half-jokingly over the rim of my cup. 

Jackie's mouth turned up into that wicked little smile that always manages to stop my heart for a second.

"I've been thinking..." she mused, playing lightly at the edge of her robe and cocking her head to look at me from beneath her bangs, "I wonder if I have the courage though..."

"Courage?" I said leaning forward...totally intrigued. "Courage for what babe?"

Her deep, hazel eyes were far away, watching something only she could see, as she twirled her index finger through a strand of dark hair, pulling it down to her shoulder with her thumb and forefinger.

"Let me show you," she smiled, suddenly, releasing her hair and coming back to the present time.

Standing, the top of her robe fell open to the belt, exposing the insides of her large, luscious cleavage, and most of her breasts. My cock pressed against the front of my jeans. 

As she went to the bedroom, I sat wondering what she had in store. 

Jackie is pretty creative, especially when she's passionate about something. And lately, it seemed that she'd been very passionate about showing her totally nude body, and even masturbating in public.

I wondered how fate could have smiled on me like that.

A moment later, she returned, standing in front of me in what could only be described as the tinniest, almost non-existent, micro-bikini I had ever seen. It made her wicked weasel look like a beach towel. 

Not only was it tiny, but for all intents and purposes, the wispy thin, white material made it nearly transparent.

Two spaghetti-thin straps ran up her shoulders, and around her neck, attached to two strips of material in the front that barely covered her nipples, and left all of her pink aureole exposed. A single strip tied it in the back. 

That was it.

As for the bottoms, they consisted of really nothing more than three strings...one around her waist, and one that ran down the front, before expanding into a tiny half-triangle that didn't quite reach the outside edges of her sweet pussy lips, hugging them tightly into a swollen camel toe.

Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was plainly visible underneath it. One string in the back disappeared between her totally bare butt cheeks, covering nothing at all.

The bikini was indecent to say the least.

"if I wore this?" My wife's sweet voice interrupted my reverie. 

I looked up dumbly from my seat at her. My cock pounded and throbbed in my pants as I watched her breasts rise and fall.

"Huh?" I said, trying to come back to reality.

"I said," Jackie began, smiling at my condition, "what if I wore this?"

I swallowed hard. 

To say that she was actually "wearing" something was pushing it. But the thought of her actually going out in public like that had my hands trembling with excitement.

Jackie's dollar-sized aureole were already swollen out from her breasts.

"Uh, okay," I stuttered. What else should I have said? I couldn't tear my eyes from my wife's hot, horny body, much less the mental picture of her going out in public in such a lewd state of near nudity.

Giggling, she twirled a finger through her hair again, causing her mostly naked tits to shake slightly in front of me. 

My cock hurt.

"Well..." she said, sliding into her sandals, "let's go."

Not one to argue with my sex-goddess wife when she's set on a roll, I picked up one of my long sleeve, button-up shirts from the back of the living room chair and handed it to her. 

She slid into it. 

The hem of the shirt reached just below the swell of her sweet ass cheeks, but didn't quite cover them completely. 

She buttoned the front to just under her breasts, leaving most of her cleavage, and awesome tits bared to the world. It was evident that there was no way she could have closed the shirt over them anyway. 

"Now you're decent," I joked. 

She clearly wasn't.

Nodding, she played along. "We'll have to change that," she winked naughtily at me. Instinctively, my cock jumped and I grabbed at it to adjust myself.

Jackie smiled again at the predicament she was causing.

With me walking beside my scantily clad wife, we made our way to the car in broad daylight...Jackie's tits swaying heavily, threatening to burst free from the ridiculously tiny material that didn't really contain them at all.

We set off for a destination that Jackie had in mind, but that I was as of yet not privy to.

A few miles later, she pointed to the local home improvement center. 

"There," she said, smiling that wicked smile again that drives me crazy.

Pulling into the parking lot, I observed that it wasn't too full. 

It was a weekday, and I figured that the store would be populated mostly by construction contractors and the like. In other words, there was a good chance that Jackie would be seen by more than a few men.

Stopping the engine, I turned to my wife.

She seemed excited, yet somehow apprehensive as well. 

"You okay?" I asked, concerned. 

Placing my hand gently on her warm thigh, I said, "You don't have to do this babe," offering her the chance to turn back. "I don't want you to do anything that you're not really comfortable with sweetheart."

Jackie took my hand. 

"No," she said, smiling, "ever since the park, I've been fantasizing about this. I want to do it. I want to...expose myself. It's just that...the reality of what I'm about to do is exciting...but kind of scary too...before, it was kind of a spontaneous thing, I hadn't actually planned it out. I just let it happen..."

I nodded...listening.

"But after being naked and masturbating myself in the parking lot of the park in front of a stranger, I should be able to do anything."

She paused a moment. 

"Right?" she asked, finally.

I saw her nipples harden into stiff points under the micro-top. 

"Well babe," I said, trying to reassure her, "it's totally up to you...but know that I am by your side and always will be whether you decide to continue these adventures or not. The main thing is for you to have fun and enjoy living out your fantasies...even if you choose for them to remain fantasies...and I'll never push you past any line you don't want to cross."

She smiled, hopefully, at me...looking somewhat like a little girl in need of reassurance. My heart melted.

"You don't think I'm...you know, weird or crazy, do you?"

I chuckled gently. 

"No babe, not at all...the truth is that I think you are the hottest damn woman I've ever met, and I admire your courage and bravery. So many people long to live out their fantasies, but never do, because they're afraid. Seeing you do this makes me hot as hell. Especially, when other men see you...I'm totally in awe of you babe...and consider myself lucky to be included in your fantasies...but more than that, I'm privileged to be your husband. I've always felt that way. I support whatever you choose, babe."

Jackie squeezed my hand hard. Her eyes were on fire. She was horny.

"Let's do this!" she said, excited, opening the car door.

The walk through the parking lot was uneventful. 

There were a few people, mostly working guys, heading to their cars and trucks with carts of materials and such. But most of them were too far away, and too busy in their own worlds to notice the beautiful, nearly naked woman walking beside me. 

Looking down at Jackie's bare legs and butt cheeks playing peek-a-boo from under the hem of my shirt, I realized that from a distance, it would be quite conceivable that she would appear to be bottomless.

From the front of course...it was sheer lewdness. 

Her giant boobs jiggled and swayed with her walking, hanging out from the shirt. Her thinly covered nipples and exposed aureole were swollen and hard with excitement. 

My cock swelled, jamming into the front of my jeans.

"How does it feel babe?" I asked, leaning into her.

"Oh god," she said, nearly breathless, squeezing my hand hard again. "I'm so turned on..."

The first test came as we entered the door. A youngish female employee dressed in an orange apron breezed past with an armful of garden supplies, intent on her mission. As she passed, a few feet from us, she did a double-take at Jackie...stopping in her tracks.

"Hello," Jackie said...squeezing my hand.

The girl stood motionless for a moment, obviously processing Jackie's state of undress. Her eyes widened, dropping to my wife's huge, nearly-exposed breasts, swinging free from the shirt.

"Uhm...hi," she said quickly, taking in Jackie's bared thighs, before darting off quickly in the direction she was headed.

Reaching behind her, I gently rubbed my wife's ass cheeks under the shirt.

Jackie's nipples were hard nubs, jutting straight out, straining the thin material of her micro-top...her aureole was swollen red. I noticed her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. 

She was becoming more excited by the moment.

She spun her head, trying to see everywhere at once.

"I'm so wet..." she whispered, as I squeezed first one bare butt cheek, then the other.

"Did you see her reaction?" I whispered back, running my fingers lightly between her butt-cheeks as a middle-aged man passed us, turning his head to stare at Jackie.

"Oh my god, I know...she was in total shock..." my wife breathed low and heavy.

Taking my hand again, we stepped forward, heading down the nearest aisle.

All around us, the sights and sounds of a normal business day in the home improvement center whirred as Jackie sauntered down the plumbing aisle. Her butt cheeks disappeared and reappeared from beneath the hem of my shirt...teasing my cock into a full state of hard, painful erection.

Suddenly, two men appeared from around the end of the aisle, some distance from us.

Jackie squeezed my hand and walked on, smiling as we neared them.

The men, dressed in jeans and works shirts, stopped what they were doing and goggled in shock and disbelief at my wife.

"Hello gentlemen," she said teasingly as we passed.

"Hi," the younger one managed...barely.

The other one just stared on, unblinking. Neither could tear their eyes from Jackie's heavy, swaying breasts as she passed within a foot of them.

Finally, the older man looked at me as we passed as if for confirmation of what he was seeing. I simply smiled, and nodded in greeting. Once they were behind us, I stole a backwards glance to see them both still staring gape-mouthed at Jackie's bare ass cheeks under the shirt.

"Jeezus-fuck..." my wife whispered, "I almost came on myself..."

Leaning in, I tongued her ear teasingly.

She moaned.

I quickly tweaked a nipple. Her upper chest was flushed pink.

Upping the ante a bit, I reached over and flicked open two buttons on the front of the shirt, exposing her upper mid-section.

"Oh god..." she breathed in response, looking down at herself, watching her own tits move as she walked.

"Are you stripping me? Right here in the store?" she said, staring straight ahead.

"Not a bad idea, huh?" I joked beside her...before releasing her hand to rub and squeeze her butt-cheeks again as we went.

I could see that my wife was seriously struggling now...and I wondered how long it would be until she lost total control.

I opened one more button.

Jackie's front side was now exposed to just above her belly button as we reached the end of the aisle, and entered the kitchen sales area.

A kindly, older gentleman spotted us from behind the center counter and smiled. 

"Can I help you folks?" he asked warmly, eyeing Jackie hungrily.

"Well," I said, pretending, "actually, we're looking for a dishwasher." 

The man gobbled Jackie's body with his stare.

I felt her shiver slightly.

He took us over to the dishwashers and pointed out a few models that we might be interested in, never taking his eyes of Jackie's exposed aureole and hardened nipples which stretched the thin material that barely covered them.

At the second dishwasher, Jackie opened the door and bent over to look inside, causing the shirt to ride up to her waist. 

Protected only by the single string that disappeared between her cheeks, her totally bare ass was on full display to the entire store.

The man literally gasped as he watched, standing behind her.

As Jackie pretended to look inside of the dishwasher, she wiggled her rear slightly, causing her bare butt cheeks to jiggle a bit, teasing the man.

I noticed a tent in the front of his pants as he wiped at his brow, visibly flustered.

My own cock throbbed in my pants.

Finally, Jackie stood up and closed the door.

"Tell me more about this one," she said, smiling at the man.

As he struggled to remain professional, Jackie leaned on top of the machine, crossing her arms in front of her, resting her tits on them.

The man's eye nearly flew from his sockets as she pushed her bare cleavage up and out towards him, threatening to completely expose her nipples.

While I had seen her masturbate, totally naked in front of a stranger...this was somewhat different. The stranger had stumbled on Jackie, taking her by surprise.

This time, she was intentionally teasing the hell out of this guy with her practically naked body, and I discovered that it turned me on to the point that I found it difficult to breathe.

Jackie's eyes were on fire, as she causally pretended to listen, pushing her tits farther and farther out towards the man...purposely teasing him harder than should be allowed.

Finally, as he continued, she reached under herself, and opened the last two buttons on the shirt. As she straightened to stand, the front of it fell open to her sides, revealing her entire front-side to the man.

Jackie was breathing harder now. Her tits rose and fell faster, and she was wet...causing the tiny strip of material covering her crotch to become nearly transparent. Her swollen cunt lips and pubic hair were plainly visible.

The man immediately dropped his gaze greedily between her legs, and stumbled over his tongue.

"God, it's warm in here..." she pretended to complain, fanning at herself.

"Babe, do you mind holding my shirt?" she asked sweetly at me. I was as stunned as the older man and nodded.

Pulling it down slowly, revealing her bare shoulders, my wife handed it to me. I took it with slightly shaking hands.

She now stood in front of us, in the store, wearing only the micro-bikini. Her aureole and ass were fully exposed, and her dripping pussy was all but plainly visible to the man. You might as well say that she was naked.

As I watched, Jackie's wetness began to reach her inner thighs. The scent of her excitement filled the air around us.

The sexual tension was thick enough to taste.

The man had long since stopped talking and his cock strained hard in an obvious lump at the front of his pants.

We stood for a moment, in silence, before he tried once more to compose himself. 

I admired him for that.

Taking my wife by the hand, I thanked him, telling him that we would back when we were ready to purchase.

Dumbfounded, he watched Jackie's backside as we headed back down the aisle from which we came.

Jackie's legs were slightly unsteady as I guided her down the aisle and she leaned into me for support.

Reaching down, I gently pushed at the string around her waist, making her bottoms ride down slightly as she walked.

"Oh god, babe," she whispered, leaning into me, "make me naked...right here..."

As we walked through the thankfully empty aisle, her bottoms rode further down, exposing the top of her dripping snatch to the store. Up ahead, the checkout counters buzzed, oblivious to the fact that at any moment, they were going to fall off and bare her steaming cunt to anyone who happened to look our way.

By the time we reached mid-way, they were around her knees. It was now or never.

"Are you ready for this babe?" I asked, with a kiss on the cheek.

My wife just moaned, pulling lightly at her left nipple.

Stopping, I bent in front of her and pulled her bottoms to her ankles. Jackie held on to my shoulders as she stepped out of them.

My beautiful wife was now stood bottomless in the store just as a young couple appeared at the other end of the aisle.

Standing behind me, Jackie was still shielded from their view. She moaned again, low, in my ear.

Stuffing her bottoms in my pocket, I leaned into her. 

"You okay?" I whispered.

"Oh god...I can't breathe," she said. "They're gonna see me..."

Jackie's nipples pressed into my chest. Stepping back, I saw that her inner thighs were soaked, and slickened with her juices.

Taking her hand again, we continued in the direction of the couple. There was nowhere to hide. 

The woman was the first to spot Jackie. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Jerking her husband by the arm, he spun and stood in equal shock at the sight of the bottomless woman in the aisle.

Jackie squeezed my hand hard, looking straight ahead. She never flinched.

"Oh my god..." the woman managed, finally, incredulous.

"What are you doing?"

Stopping in front of them, I smiled.

"She's living out a fantasy," I said simply.

The man's eyes bulged from their sockets at Jackie's nakedness.

"Right here in the store?" the woman asked in disbelief.

"God that's hot," the man said, finding his voice.

"I love being naked in public..." Jackie said, smiling, albeit a bit unsteady, squeezing my hand hard. Her legs trembled, and her nipples were like darts.

"Holy fuck..." the man said, his voice catching in his throat.

Reaching behind my wife, I gently squeezed her bare ass cheeks, kneading them softly again, right in front of the couple. 

Jackie struggled to keep what was left of her composure...breathing rapidly. Her big tits heaved and lolled as they watched, stunned by what they were seeing.

Unable to help herself, Jackie snaked a hand slowly down her bare belly towards the wet area between her thighs, as the couple watched in silence...following it with their eyes.

Closing her own eyes, Jackie rubbed herself lightly, playing over her mound with her fingers.

The woman's nipples stiffened visibly through her shirt as she watched. 

"That's so fucking insane..." the man whispered, finally, taking his wife's hand.

As we stood in front of each other in the aisle, Jackie fingered herself gently, teasing the top of her mound while we watched. Her thighs were soaked and shiny with excitement. Her nipples were hard and swollen, jutting out at the couple through the useless micro top.




Jackie Ventures Out



As Jackie played with herself, I rubbed her ass gently. Reaching behind her once more with the other hand, I pulled at the thin string, loosening it. 

Her top slid down slowly, revealing the tops of her nipples. Her huge tits moved and swayed, lolling heavily with her own self-teasing.

The woman watched Jackie's top ride lower and lower, as if waiting for the inevitable conclusion, which came a moment later. 

Jackie shrugged, and it fell off...leaving her totally nude.

I retrieved it and stuffed it into my pocket with the bottoms.

Taking Jackie by the hand again, I led her, still playing with herself, towards the door. The couple followed, walking behind us. 

As we reached the door, a female employee spotted us from behind a cash register. She yanked her head around and stared in shock at the group: two men and two women...one completely naked...walking through the store. 

I waved at her as we exited.

Once in the parking lot, we stopped.

"Give me your sandals babe," I said.

Holding on to me for support, Jackie leaned forwards, stepping out of them. 

Her bared tits hung heavily in front of her as she leaned over. The other couple simply watched, still in disbelief...though it was more than obvious that they were both turned on.

I picked up her sandals and held them, along with the shirt, as my hot wife walked totally naked and barefoot through the parking lot in broad daylight.

Her breasts swayed from side to side, and her luscious bare ass moved teasingly as she went.

My cock felt harder than it had ever been, and I feared that I would cum in my pants at the sight of her.

Several cars passed in front of the store behind us, but Jackie never hesitated, walking on bravely towards the car.

When we reached it, she could take no more.

Standing between our car and the one next to it, my wife dropped into a squatting position, spreading her knees wide.

With one hand, she reached between her legs and fingered her dripping, horny cunt, fast and hard, while tugging and pulling at her engorged nipples with the other.

The three of us stood in front of her, as she masturbated, totally nude in the parking lot.

"Oh god...jeezus fuck," she moaned loudly, slapping at her clit and pulling hard on one hanging breast, twisting and pinching it.

"Yeah," the woman said, fascinated, "play with yourself..." 

"I'm naked..." Jackie moaned, "I'm totally naked..." as she crouched in front of us, sliding three fingers quickly in and out of her hot, wet, box.

"Yes you are," the woman said again, her own breathing coming noticeable faster. "You're totally naked, right here where everyone can see you..."

Jackie's tits shook wildly as she fucked herself with her hand, spreading her knees as far apart as she could get them. She moaned loudly, not caring that she was in the middle of a parking lot. 

The man was totally mesmerized, as his wife's hand gently rubbed at his outer thigh through his jeans.

"Oh god....oh god, I'm gonna cum..." Jackie said, moaning and rubbing herself furiously, after only a few moments of masturbating.

With one hand she reached between her knees and held her swollen cunt lips open. With the other, she pinched and pulled at her clit, tugging herself towards orgasm.

Unable to help myself, I reached down and squeezed along the length of the outline of my cock at the front of my jeans. I could hardly breathe, and I felt like I was going to explode.

Turning her face up to me, Jackie licked her lips and spread her legs lewdly at me while slapping at her clit and jamming her hand into herself. Her tits hung like pendulums, swinging in front of her.

Suddenly, she, jerked, moaning loudly. Pressing her palm into her mound, she bucked her hips against it, fucking herself, and came...hard and loud...moaning as if she were alone at home.

"OH GOD!" she yelled loud enough to be heard across the parking lot.

As the couple watched, Jackie slid two fingers into her horny cunt, and turned them over, pressing upwards into her g-spot, squirting hot, cum-juice a couple of feet out in front of her from between her knees.

She bit into her lip and pressed harder, squirting again and again, long jets of hot juice, whimpering and shaking in pure, naked ecstasy. 

A car passed in front of us, and stopped, but nobody noticed or cared, as my nude Jackie fucked herself to the heights of orgasm.

I came, squeezing at myself through my jeans, filling my shorts with hot cum...a wet spot formed at my crotch, and my jeans stuck to my right leg.

The couple watched, glued to Jackie as she soaked the ground in front of her. The woman's hand squeezed her husband's cock through his jeans. His head was back, eyes closed, and he moaned softly.

Finally, Jackie was finished. She fell back against the car, exhausted and breathing hard. 

Coming to her rescue, I helped her to her feet and kissed her, holding her up a moment, for the entire parking lot to see.

I noticed a man sitting in the car in front of us, staring dumbfounded at what he saw, before dropping it into gear and driving off.

Opening the passenger door, I piled my naked, exhausted Jackie gently into the seat and kissed her...tossing the shirt and sandals into the backseat.

Turning to the couple I smiled.

It was obvious that the man had come in his jeans as well, and was recovering. The woman had a strange, wild look in her eyes, as she tugged at his arm, urging him to leave.

I waved at them as they left in a different direction and climbed in next to Jackie.

She lay back against the seat with her eyes closed, still naked, trying to catch her breath as I backed out and pointed the car towards home.

"That was incredible babe," I smiled, placing my hand gently on her bare thigh.

The feel of her soft, hot flesh was exciting, and soon my cock was climbing again. I couldn't wait to get her home, and imagined pounding her naked ass on the dining room table.

She'd given it everything she had this time...and I couldn't help wondering if there would be more...and if so, I also wondered how far she would take it.