1 comments/ 21572 views/ 17 favorites CD Fun By: 62_goo I was lying on our marital bed blindfolded with my hands cuffed to the bedhead, wearing a pair of sheer black knickers. I was waiting for my beautiful wife to come home from her date with Antwan, her big black lover. I thought back to how this all began. Caz and I met when we were both studying at the State University. I was doing an MBA having completed my degree in Business. She was finishing her degree in International Finance. She was the most beautiful woman I had seen and I thought I had no chance with her. She was the life of any gathering, the centre of attention wherever she went. I, on the other hand, was quiet and shy, preferring to sit back and watch things happen. One night I was quietly sipping a beer at the bar next to our campus that we frequented. Caz was, as usual, right in the thick of the noisy College crowd, doing shots. She was at the bar ordering more drinks when she tripped and accidently knocked my beer over. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry, here let me clean that up for you." "No matter, nothing much went on me anyway. There's no problem." "Aren't you sweet. Thank you for saying that. Most men would go ape shit if I did that to them. Have a good night." "Thanks, you too." "Maybe I'll see you again," she said, as I got up to leave. I smiled at her as I turned to leave. I didn't see her to speak to for another week. She was leaving the bar as I was walking past. "Hey," she called. "Wait up." I looked around and realised she was talking to me. "Oh, hi, how are you going?" I asked. "Good, hey listen, do you want to have a beer? I still feel awful about the other night." "Um, yeah, OK." We spent about five hours drinking and talking that night. Caz never once joined her friends, nor was she in the middle of any mayhem that was going on. We went out together again the next night and again two days after that. We were inseparable for the rest of our time at College. We graduated together and were fortunate enough to find jobs in the same city. It was then that I asked her to marry me. She said yes and we set the date for a year later. Our engagement was one of huge workloads and a busy working life. But it was also one of plenty of quiet, intimate times. We lived together for about six months before the wedding. It was a wonderful time in our lives. The wedding went off without a hitch and we spent a great two weeks in Hawaii for our honeymoon. Life was bliss. There was only one time that we had a little spat in Hawaii. Caz asked me one night if I would like to go out to a steakhouse for dinner or get some pizzas delivered to our room. I didn't particularly care and told her that. She blew up. "For God's sake make a decision, please." And she stormed off. I found her an hour later in the bar, back in the middle of a group of people dancing, laughing and doing shots. I went up to her and said, "Let's go to the steakhouse." "Well, it's about fucking time you made a decision. Let's go. I'm famished." It was such a small incident that I took no notice of her reaction or of what she had said about me not making a decision. Over the next few months our life together was great. Plenty of good sex and we seemed to understand each other's needs really well. The only time we argued was when Caz cracked it when I allowed her to make decisions. Whenever there was a decision to be made that affected us both I allowed her to choose. She actually called me a wimp one time because I couldn't choose between a PlayStation and an Xbox. It didn't help that she towered over me. We were the same height, 5-7, but she loved to wear heels, usually 4-inch heels, so she was much taller than me most of the time. Caz calling me a wimp surprised me but that night our sex was better than ever. Afterwards Caz mentioned it. She said, "Hey, did you like it when I called you a wimp? You've never fucked me like that before. For a wimp you fuck me really well." I was immediately hard again. Caz kept up her verbal barrage while she played with my cock. "Such a wimp. Can you even fuck me again? Maybe you need to wear my knickers you're such a wimp." That last statement made me cum so hard I nearly passed out. "Ooh, so wearing my knickers excites you? Maybe I need to find myself a real stud if you are going to be a knickers-wearing wimp." "No, Caz, please, I love you so much. Please don't do that." My cock was getting hard again, even though I'd just cum for the second time. "Seems like you keep saying that but your little fella here is telling me different. I might just have to explore this side of you some more." Over the next month or so Caz kept on taunting me in a similar fashion. She would call me a wimp and threaten me with wearing her knickers. At the same time we fucked like rabbits. Only now she would have me go down on her after I came inside her. "You love it don't you, wimp, cleaning me of all your sticky cum." "No!" "Yes you do. Don't deny it." "No!" "You do so. You are just a cum loving wimp." "No!" "Stop saying no. I know you love tasting your cum, don't you?" "Yes." "What did you say?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, I love it." "Yes, you love what?" "Yes, I love the taste of my cum." "Oh, that makes me hot. Maybe you'd like more?" With that Caz went down on me. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. I never stood a chance. I came quickly and with force. She caught it all in her mouth and then, with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her face, she raised her face to my level, grabbed my head in both her hands and gave me a sloppy kiss. She kissed me hard and swirled her tongue around in my mouth. In doing so she transferred most of my cum into my mouth. She didn't say anything, just got up, went into the bathroom and got into the shower. After her shower she climbed back into our bed, hugged me and said, "That was soo hot. " I silently agreed but didn't say anything. I was still in shock; not only at what happened, but that I loved it so much. The next day she sprung a surprise on me. "I think you loved it so much that you would happily clean my pussy of another man's cum." I was stunned. I had never even considered that Caz would even think of cheating, much less talk about it with me. But my little fella downstairs had other ideas. I was immediately as hard as a rock. "I can see by your reaction that you'd like that," she said as she stared at my hard-on. "Caz, I..." "I know dear, you don't know, how could I even think it, I'd break your heart. Yes, I know what you will say. But your cock speaks differently. You'd love it. I know it, and you know it, even if you can't say it." I was shocked but deep down I knew she was right. I'd love it. She went on, "So this is how it's going to be. There is a guy at work who has made it pretty clear he wants to fuck me. Don't look at me like that. You're such a wimp you probably won't stop me anyway. So I am going to get together with him after work tonight and you're going to wait up for me to get home. If you're lucky I'll have a present for you." I watched her, as she got ready. She showered and then walked into our bedroom. She went to her lingerie drawer. She pulled a few things out and threw them onto the bed. They were black and sheer. She grabbed a garter belt, wrapped it around her waist and hooked it on. Then she took picked up a stocking. She sat on the bed and slowly rolled it up her freshly shaved leg. Then she grabbed the other one and repeated the process. I was really hard. "Are you enjoying this, Michael?" I nodded, unable to speak, as my mouth was too dry. She hooked her stockings onto the garter belt. She then picked up her bra. It was very pretty, sheer with flower patterns on it. Caz hooked it on and adjusted it so her beautiful breasts fit snugly. She walked to her wardrobe, opened the door and picked out a black pencil skirt. She put it on. A satiny black shirt was next. It was a snug fit as she did up the bottom three buttons. Her breasts stood out and she was showing as much cleavage as I had ever seen her show. Then she did them all up. "This is the look for work. I'll undo the buttons afterwards." She sat down at her vanity and picked up something. "First, concealer. A little on my fingers and dab it under my eyes and around my nose. This helps cover any dark rings under my eyes." Then she picked up a large brush. She opened her foundation and started brushing it onto her face. "Foundation and then highlighter. You see, first you flatten everything out with foundation and then use the highlighter to show depth." She contoured under her cheekbones and in the hollows of her cheeks. "Next comes blush, not too much, but enough to look natural." "Eyebrows come next, the same colour as my hair. After that I prime my eyelids. Dab it on with my fingers and brush it from my eyelashes to the top of my lids. Now we are ready for eye shadow. I am going with dark and smoky. Not too high on the lids, but darker as we get lower until they are nearly black at my lashes. Black eyeliner is next. This will help my baby blues stand out. Mascara next, two coats on my top lashes and a light coat on my bottom lashes. This makes my lids look darker but really enhances my eyes." She looked over at me and saw how hard I was. "You like?" "Oh, yeah." "Now for my lips. I think bubble gum pink tonight. Flirty, sexy, but not screaming, 'Fuck me.' A sealer first, then liner, then lipstick." She had a quick look, turned to me and said, "And all done. Now I'm ready for anything." She wiped the pink lipstick off and went for a dark red for work, as she said. "And the pink is for after work." It was almost midnight when she got home. I had spent the day thinking about what she might be doing. My imagination wasn't even close. She walked into our bedroom and kissed me passionately. Then she pushed me down onto the bed, lifted her skirt and said, "Eat me, baby, make me cum with your tongue." With that she smothered my mouth with her pussy. I licked and licked. It didn't take too long before she was screaming in joy, cumming all over my face. "How did you like that, babe," she said? "It was fantastic. You must have been really horny to cum so quickly." "Yeah, well, you know what I'm like just after I've been fucked. I can't get enough. And, yes, I've been fucked; so many times I lost count. I'm full of Antwan's sperm. Well, not now, you just cleaned me up." I was already hard but when Caz said that I think I was harder than I've ever been. She noticed. "Ohh, so you like that I've just been fucked?" "Um, ah..." "That's OK, wimp, you don't need to say anything. Your little fella tells me all I need to know. It makes me hot knowing that you like me being fucked by Antwan's big cock. Do you know, when I told him I was going to see him after work, he grabbed my hand and took me to an unused storeroom. He tore my knickers off and fucked me there and then. That was at ten o'clock this morning. He fucked me three more times before we finished work. After work he took me to his apartment and made love to me all night. During the day it was raw fucking but at his place it was tender and loving." I was almost bursting at this stage. Caz began stroking my cock. We were lying on the bed together while she gave me a hand job. She rolled me onto my back and suddenly, without much warning, I came. She pointed my cock towards my head. I didn't quite cum on my face but Caz made sure she wiped it all off my stomach and chest and fed it to me with her fingers. "We're going to do this again, wimp." This went on every couple of days for a few weeks. Caz would arrive home really late, usually around midnight. She would sit on my face and get me to clean her up. Then she would make me cum and clean up again. Sometimes I fucked her but mostly she gave me a hand job. Once she gave me a blowjob and kissed me with a mouthful of cum. It was a strange time but we were both happy. One day Caz decided that I was such a wimp that I should wear her knickers. "I never wear any since Antwan ripped mine that first time. I just thought it would be a waste of money. He likes it like that. So you get to wear them while you wait for me to get home. Tonight I want you to wait laying on the bed with these on." With that she pulled out a pair of frilly red knickers. I showed surprise to Caz but secretly I couldn't wait. That night when I got home I stripped and put them on. I wore them while I ate dinner and kept them on as I lay down on the bed. When Caz came home at about ten o'clock I was waiting on the bed for her, as she wanted. "Good little wimp. Don't you look sweet?" She walked over to the bed, took off her skirt and proceeded to get me to clean her up. I was tenting my knickers with my hard on. She grabbed me through the material and wanked me until I came. She rolled the knickers off me and stuffed them in my mouth. "Clean your knickers like a good little wimp." When this had been going on for a few months, Caz came home from work one evening, "Hey, wimp, got something new to try tonight. Are you wearing the black knickers I bought for you?" I took off my trousers to reveal a pair of sheer black knickers. "OK, good little wimp. Go to the bedroom and lie on the bed. Then I want you to grab the rail at the top of the bedhead for me." I did as she asked. She came into the room carrying a bag. "Close your eyes" I did as she asked and felt her putting a blindfold on. It was a good one, too. I couldn't see a thing. Then I heard the bag rustling and a funny clinking sound. Then Caz Grabbed one of my wrists and I felt something furry around it. She grabbed the other wrist and I felt the same thing. I realised she had handcuffed me to the bed. "Tonight, my little wimp, Antwan has invited a few of his friends around. He wanted you to know that they were all going to fuck me and was worried that you might not cope so he suggested I cuff you to the bed. Don't worry; I've put the key on the bedside table so I don't leave it at his place by mistake. See ya later, wimp" I was hard while she was talking to me and I remained hard while she was gone. The sensory deprivation was extreme. My mind was imagining all sorts of things. How many men were going to fuck my beautiful wife tonight? Just after midnight the front door opened and I heard Caz's heels clicking their way to the bedroom. She grabbed my face and kissed me. Her mouth was full of cum. "Antwan drove me home and I sucked his dick in our driveway. This cum is fresh from his cock." I just about burst my knickers. "You like, huh?" she asked. "Uh, huh," I replied. She planted her pussy over my mouth. She was full of cum. "How would you like it straight from the source?" "I, uh, I don't know, Caz, that seems a pretty big step." "Well, after tonight, Antwan and his friends want to meet you and we thought that you like cum so much you might like to get some straight from the source." "Honey, I don't know..." She shifted positions so her little pink anus was over my mouth. She dropped down and said, "Can you clean me here too tonight? There are a few loads there too." I stuck my tongue into her ass and licked like my life depended on it. It was amazing. Caz leant forward and began sucking my cock. "It would be really hot to see you with a big, black cock in your mouth. I think you'd love it as much as I do. Maybe they would like your ass too." "What? My ass?" I cried. "Don't worry, wimp. Antwan gave me a present so you can practice." With that she whipped out a huge black dildo in a harness. She strapped it on and made me go down on her. "Oh, that looks so hot. Look up at me." I looked up at her with my mouth wrapped around the rubber dick. "Oh, yeah, you look like a natural. Make sure you get it plenty wet." I wasn't game to ask why. Somehow the idea of Caz fucking me with that monster was really hot. I couldn't wait. She made me stop sucking and get on my hands and knees. "Now, honey, just relax. It's just like taking a huge dump, just it reverse. If you push while I do it'll be much easier." I felt the head of the cock at my hole. I clenched in anticipation. "Relax," she said. "I'm not stopping so it's gonna hurt like hell if you don't relax." So I tried to relax. As the head entered my ass the pain was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I had tears running down my cheeks. "Honey, it hurts. Please stop, please." "Not gonna happen. Relax and push like you're taking a dump." It couldn't have been any worse so I tried. As I strained Caz pushed. The next thing I knew she was balls deep in my ass. I could feel her plastic balls against my real ones. "See, I knew you could do it," Caz said. "Now you'd better get used to this because we'll be practicing all week." "Oh, babe, I'm so full. It feels amazing. Why haven't we done this earlier? Now I know why you like it so much. Fuck me, please." She pounded me for all she was worth. Her little grunting sounds got louder and louder. "Oh, babe, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, butt fucking you. Ooohhhh, yeah, oohhh, oohhh, oohhh, yes, I'm cumming, aarghhh." With that, she orgasmed and collapsed onto my back. The rubber cock plopped out of me as she collapsed. I looked her in the eye and said, "We've gotta do that again." "We sure do, babe. Oh, look, you came too." There was a pool of cum beneath where I had been on my knees. "Lick it all up, wimp. I don't want a wet patch on the bed." Caz went out with Antwan again the next night. When she came home, after I had cleaned her out she sat me down and looked at me seriously. "There's something we need to discuss. Antwan is all man, so are all of his friends. None of them are gay. So if you want to get cum from the source, and I know you do, you're gonna have to dress like a girl. No arguments, no crying. Either you dress like me or the whole thing isn't gonna happen." I know she was expecting an argument from me but I was secretly really happy. I had long admired my beautiful wife and the way she dressed. She was beautiful and she had great dress sense. Her business dress was attractive; sexy without being slutty. Usually she wore a skirt and jacket. The skirt generally reached down to mid thigh, although she had some shorter ones. Her evening wear was something else. She always looked as if she wanted every man in the venue to desire her. She always wore heels, usually 4-inch. She had heaps of pairs; I'd lost count of how many she had. There were at least as many shoes as she had outfits. She also had a great sense of make-up. She rarely looked as if she was wearing any, but I know it took her a long time to achieve this look. It was always well worth it. In business mode, she looked professional, but all woman. In her job in international finance she was not averse to using her sexuality to close a deal. She mainly dealt with middle-aged men. They didn't stand a chance. Once again she stepped it up a notch whenever we went out. She always looked ready for sex. These thoughts flew through my mind. "If I can look half as good as you, dear, I'll be happy," I said. "So you'll do it?" I nodded. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. I knew I could count on you. I love you so much. Thank you." She went into business mode. "Now, we're gonna have to practice so you will be perfect. We can start now." "Caz, it's past midnight. We'll start tomorrow." "OK but you can wear one of my sexy négligées to sleep in." She went to her cupboard and found a sexy black number, with pink ribbon under the bust. It was sheer, and it was beautiful. I hardly slept that night I was so excited for what would happen the next day. CD Fun Ch. 02 Caz and I had been living in tour new home for about two months. Our life is wonderful. We loved each other more deeply every day. Caz enjoyed her new job and she was really good at it. She was a beautiful, sexy woman and in the field of international finance surrounded by mainly middle-aged men she had the advantage and wasn't ashamed to use it to further her cause. Her company was making record profits and she had already had a pay rise. She was also in line to get a huge bonus at the end of the financial year to recognise the great job she was doing. I had my own financial planning business that I ran from home. To my clients I was Mikki, a financial wizard who helped every client she had in all sorts of ways. To Caz she was Mikki who used to be known as Michael. He was her husband but Mikki was her cross-dressing slut lover. They had shared many male lovers and were both hoping for that to continue. Because they moved to a new town for Caz's job they were being really careful about how they went about finding someone new. One morning I had an appointment with a new client. When the client arrived I was surprised to find two extremely large, extremely handsome black men. They introduced themselves as Jamaal and Ishmael. They were part of a male stripping group whose career had taken off really quickly. They needed someone to help them with their increased income and to ensure that they weren't being ripped off. They also wanted to ensure they had money saved. They made plenty and wanted to ensure their futures were secure. I was happy to help and over the course of the morning I outlined a number of ideas I had to help them achieve their goals. The boys were impressed. I told them that I would need to meet with the entire group to get signatures and discuss any personal preferences they may have. They organised a time in the next week for me to meet with them. When they left I was immediately on the phone to Caz. "Caz, I've just met the answer to our prayers," I exclaimed. "What are you talking about, Mikki?" "I've just met two members of an all-male strip group. They are gorgeous and they might be exactly what we are looking for in the bedroom." Caz said, "Sounds intriguing. I can't wait to meet them." "I've arranged to meet with the entire group next Friday evening. Maybe you can take an early mark and be here too." "Maybe I will," said Caz. And so it was organised. I confirmed the meeting with the strippers for the following Friday afternoon and Caz organised to leave work early to be there too. Over the next week our excitement levels rose and rose. We knew that these men might not even want what we wanted but if they did it was going to be great. That's why we were excited. It was the possibility of getting back to what we had been doing before we moved. Our sex that week was amazing. We were all over each other. We knew that we loved each other unconditionally but we were excited for the variety of new sexual partners would bring. Caz had her large dildo out permanently now and used it often on my ass. We decided that we would both dress sexily, but not slutty, to meet the strippers. We both got out sexy lingerie. I wore a shelf bra and matching knickers and suspender belt under a sheer cream blouse and short black skirt. I put on nude coloured stockings and wore black 4-inch stiletto heels. Caz put on a pretty blue bra and knickers that she wore under a white blouse and short, tight blue skirt. She wore blue stockings and blue stilettos. We took our time with our make up. I was now quite good at doing my own so we sat side by side in front of our vanity mirror in our bedroom. Together we made up our faces. I finished off with a dark red lipstick with dark, smoky eyes. Caz went for a sparkly blue on her eyes and bright pink lips. We both looked good and felt good too. I had on my honey coloured wig. Caz and I both put our hair up into a casual bun and held it together with a clip. It was a simple way to put hair up but looked really good. It would be really easy to let down if the situation warranted it. We were excited as the appointment time grew near. Then, suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a group of twelve gorgeous black men waiting to come in. I recognised Jamaal and Ishmael and they greeted me like a long lost friend. We went into the office where Caz sat casually on a lounge. I introduced her as my wife. Jamaal looked surprised and said, "But that's not even legal." I simply replied, "It's a little more involved than it looks, Jamaal." "That sounds like a story, right there, Mikki." "Yes, but not for now. We need to get down to business. Caz can help because she knows the industry really well," I said. We introduced ourselves to the rest of the group and spent the next hour or so discussing various options. We decided that I would put together a package and each of the guys could add or take away elements as they chose. There were a couple of elements that were for the entire group, which were agreed upon but individually they had many, more options. As business was coming to an end Caz offered the guys a drink in our living room. Unfortunately eight of them had to go to a performance so couldn't stay but four could. Jamaal and Ishmael both stayed, and so did Tony and James. They were lovely men and Caz and I flirted mercilessly with them. They loved it. As men who were used to female attention they were quite relaxed about the whole thing. Then Caz took Jamaal into the kitchen for a drink. A minute or so later I got up to see what was going on. Sure enough Caz and Jamaal were all over each other. They were swapping saliva and their hands roamed everywhere. I heard Caz say, "Jamaal, this can turn into something fun for all of us but I need to invite Mikki to join in and I would like the other guys to join in as well." Jamaal said okay and went in to tell the others what was going on. I walked to Caz, kissed her passionately and said, "I think this might be what we're looking for, Caz." She agreed and we went back into the living room. The guys had huge grins on their faces. "Now, guys. You know how we said that our marriage was a little complicated? Well, that's because Mikki here is really a male dressed up as a sexy woman." "What? No way," said Ishmael. "I know some trannies and Mikki is nothing like them." With that I began to strip. I took off my blouse and skirt. That was when the guys saw what was down below. I was hard as a rock. "I don't want to fuck any of you guys," I said. "But I want you to fuck me." Caz was also taking her clothes off. So did the guys. Before long, we were both on our knees with a delicious long black cock in our mouths. We both got onto all fours and invited the others to fuck us. Caz has Jamaal in her mouth and Tony fucking her. I was blowing Ishmael and James was up my ass. It was heavenly. Caz and I had really missed live cocks fucking us. We sucked and fucked until all four guys had both fucked us and been blown by us. They had all cum more than once, and so had Caz. We were into our recovery when the guys said that they had a late performance to go to. So they left Caz and me by ourselves. We had both thoroughly enjoyed our evening and fell into each other's arms. Caz mounted my mouth so I could clean out her cunt. She came again while I did so. Then she squirmed her way down my body until my cock was inside her. We made slow, tender love while kissing each other. I couldn't last very long but as we made our way to bed I said, "I hope you're ready to keep going because I don't intend to sleep tonight. I'm going to fuck you all night long." She just looked at me and said, "Bring it on, baby, bring it on." We eventually expanded our little group to include the other strippers from the 'Man Oh Man' strippers. In between sex we organised their personal financial packages. They made lots of money and Caz and I invested it for them. We made a lot of money too but more importantly we loved getting together with any or all of them for a night of amazing sex. Caz and I grew more deeply in love over this time. She had some ideas for Mikki but she kept me in the dark. I hoped it included becoming more feminine in the shape of my body. Eventually we acted upon some of her ideas, but that's another story. CD Fun Ch. 03 "Mikki," Caz asked? "Yeah, babe?" "I've been thinking." "Always a dangerous thing," I said, cheekily. "Yeah, whatever. Seriously, I've been thinking about what happens next." "What do you mean, what happens next?" "Well, you are really beautiful but I was thinking of stepping it up a notch." My wife Caz is the most beautiful woman I know. I love her with all my heart. She is sexually voracious. We played a little game a while ago. She saw how turned on I got when she treated me like a bitch so we decided that I would become hers, bitch, that is. She took on a lover and had me clean her out afterwards. Then she got him and his friends to fuck me too. That was when I first transformed from Michael into Mikki. You see, they weren't gay so I needed to dress as a woman to enjoy their services. Her lover Antwan got a little too possessive of Caz so we moved. She got a promotion at work and I started my own business and we decided to live together as women. Caz was definitely all woman but I was a cross dresser. Since we moved we found a new group of guys to fuck and suck together. I am a financial planner and we met a group of male strippers, Man Oh Man. There are twelve guys and all of them have fucked us both. So when Caz talked about stepping it up a notch I was nervous and excited at the same time. She said, "We look almost like sisters in both size and shape in all areas except one. I have boobs and you don't. I think you should get some." "What, go on hormones and grow some? I dunno about that Caz. I happen to like fucking you." We had a great sex life away from all the guys and I really did like to fuck her. "No, silly, I'm not prepared to give up your cock just yet. I mean implants. They can do really good ones now and you can't really tell the difference any more." "I dunno, babe. It seems like a really big step." "Yeah, but what a step, Mikki. Just imagine yourself with tits. The guys will go mental." "Yeah, they will won't they." "At least think seriously about it, Mikki," Caz implored. "Oh, I'll definitely think about it babe. I probably won't be able to think about anything else!" About a week later, I told Caz that I wanted the implants. She was overjoyed. "I know a doctor who will do them without asking too many questions, straight away. I'll make an appointment today." Meanwhile our sex life was great. Jamaal had taken a real shine to Caz. He had asked her out and they had a great time. I always got the whole story from Caz when she got home, while I cleaned Jamaal's cum from her freshly fucked pussy. We had sessions with some of the Man Oh Man dancers, and we had one memorable session with all twelve of them. We were full of cum that night and spent hours afterwards cleaning each other up. The day came when I was scheduled for my 'breast augmentation' surgery, my boob job. I was so excited I hardly slept the night before. Caz was the same. She was so looking forward to her husband being one step closer to her lesbian lover. The procedure was short. The doctor went in through the crease of my underarms so the scars wouldn't be noticeable. I emerged from surgery with a beautiful pair of C-cup breasts. I was ecstatic and when I showed them to Caz for the first time, Caz was ecstatic too. "How long until we can play with them," Caz asked? "The doc said a week to ten days, but sooner than that if we're careful." I was home the next day and spent my day looking at my new breasts. I was falling in love with them. Caz was too. A couple of days later while they were in bed, Caz cuddled up to Me and reached around to feel her new breasts. "That feels wonderful," I murmured. "Feels pretty good to me too," replied Caz. I rolled over to lie on my back. Immediately Caz leant in and kissed my new boobs. I let out a contented sigh. My cock was swelling too. Caz saw this and leaned down to grab it. She started to massage it while sucking on my nipples, first one, then the other. Her other hand went to her pussy. She found her clit and rubbed it. Both felt the pressure of orgasm building up. Caz sent herself over the edge and I came almost immediately. I spurted over my new tits. Caz took great delight in licking them clean. It wasn't long before the boys came over to play. Jamaal, Ishmael, Tony and James arrived. Caz and I had dressed up for them. Caz was wearing pink bra and panties, with the same coloured stockings and suspender belt. I went for black. I wore a demi bra to show off my new tits, matching suspender belt, knickers and stockings. Both wore stiletto heels, Caz in pink and me in black. Our make-up matched our outfits. Caz went for soft pastel colours whereas I went for dramatic red lips with dark eyes. The boys were impressed. It wasn't long before Caz had mounted Jamaal's cock and I had Tony up my ass. We both had a cock in our mouths. Such was our skill; Ishmael and James came first, blowing their loads into two wet, willing mouths. While the other two continued fucking them, Caz and I shared the cum in our mouths with a passionate kiss. This was too much for Jamaal and Tony. They both came within half a minute of each other. Both of us came as well. We then cleaned each other up with our tongues. This went on for hours. Caz and I had all four boys fuck us and were blown by us more than once. Finally, sometime after midnight, they were spent. Caz and I went to bed arm in arm. Sometime during the night the boys let themselves out and went home. The following day Tony rang me. He asked me out to dinner. This was the first time any of the men they had fucked had asked me out alone. They usually wanted to be seen with Caz and just fuck me. I was almost overcome with joy as she accepted Tony's invitation. Dinner was to be on the following Saturday, three days away. I was so excited while I planned my outfit. I knew it wouldn't be just dinner but some raw sex afterwards too. I tried to get Caz involved in choosing my wardrobe but she didn't really want to help. Saturday came and I got myself ready. I was really careful with my make-up. I decided to try the pastel colours that Caz looked so good in. So I went for soft purple and pink eyes, pink blush and bright pink lips. My outfit was a light purple pencil skirt and top, both of which were quite tight and showed my figure off. My underwear consisted of a pink push up bra, pink boy panties, and pink garter belt and stockings. I had pink stilettos on too. I emerged from the bedroom to show off to Caz. "How do I look, babe," I asked? Caz hardly looked at me. "You look fine. I'm sure Tony will love it." It was a nice thing to say but something troubled me about her tone. "You OK babe," I asked? "I'm fine," she replied. With that she went into the bedroom. I followed her. "Wait up for me," I asked? "I'm pretty tired, Mikki. I might be asleep." That seemed strange. Every time she had been out on a date and fucked someone I had waited up for her and cleaned her out while she told me all about it. It was a really important part of the whole 'outside the marriage' sex thing. I was too excited to worry too much about it though. Moments later Tony arrived. He kissed me firmly when I opened the door and we left. We went to a really nice steak restaurant but there was a sexual undercurrent between us. We ate quickly, skipped dessert, paid for the meal and left. Tony took me back to his place. When we walked in the door, Tony kissed me hard on the mouth, our tongues entwining. He undid my skirt and took it off. Then he unbuttoned my top and it fell to the ground. I undid hid pants and let them fall to the ground too. He kicked them off. His shirt soon followed. We held each other just in our underwear. Tony removed my bra and sighed. "They're beautiful, Mikki, just like you." He laid me down on his bed and kissed and sucked my nipples for ages. While he did that he grabbed my cock and played with it. I grabbed his too and played with it. Eventually I wormed my way down to his crotch and I took his beautiful 9 inched into my mouth. Surprisingly, he took my cock into his mouth too. I'd never had that happen before with any of the guys we had fucked. It was exquisite. He really knew what he was doing. It didn't take long for my first orgasm to mount. Tony kept on sucking and eventually drank down all of my cum. Not long after I did the same for him. We took a short break and just lay there in each other's arms. It felt really good. After a while Tony rolled me onto my stomach and got me ready for a good fucking. He lubed his cock and my ass and then entered me with tenderness. It felt amazing. He fucked me slowly and lovingly. His cock massaged my prostate and I was really hard. We fucked for a little while like this then Tony started speeding up and humping me harder and harder. I was on the verge of cumming when he let out a roar. The feeling of his cum in my ass pushed me over the edge and I came all over the bed. We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. I think I slept for a while. I woke and was laying with his arms around me, spooning me. He was awake too. "I should get home, Tony. Caz is expecting me." I really didn't want to move but knew I should. Tony didn't want to either but he respected Caz and me too much to argue the point. "OK beautiful, let's get you home." It was about twelve thirty when I arrived home. After kissing Tony goodbye I went inside. There weren't any lights on. I went to our bedroom. Caz was asleep. I sat on the bed and gently shook her by the shoulder. "Babe, are you awake?" "Not now," she replied. "Sorry, babe but I've just gotten home and wanted to tell you all about it straight away." "Mikki, I was sleeping. Can't it wait until the morning?" "Oh...OK...umm...I'll just go have a shower then." I was crying by the time I got to the bathroom. I removed my make-up, not an easy task while crying, I can tell you. Then I showered making sure my ass was especially clean. Caz obviously didn't want to go there. I went back into the bedroom. Caz was fast asleep. I crawled into bed and closed my eyes. Sleep wouldn't come. I was upset with Caz. She didn't react the way I thought she would, either tonight, or while I was getting ready. She was acting really strangely. I slept poorly for most of the night and as a result didn't get out of bed until about midday. "I was wondering when I'd see you," Caz remarked. "I didn't sleep too well, Caz." "I wonder why," she said. "Caz, what's wrong? You've been in a funny mood all week." "Nothing." "Yeah, right, nothing's wrong. You weren't at all excited for me when Tony asked me out. You didn't really care what I wore, and you didn't stay up until I got home last night." "It was late and I was tired." "OK but what about before. You hardly spoke to me before last night. What's going on?" "Nothing's going on, Mikki." "Bullshit, Caz, I know you too well. Come on, talk to me. What is it?" "I was jealous, OK. I know I had no right to be but I was. There, are you happy now?" "No I'm not happy. Caz, why didn't you say something? I had no idea." "Because it was stupid. I had no right to be jealous after what you've let me do. But I really was. I love you so much Mikki and I couldn't stand you being alone with someone else." "Caz, I love you too, really love you. You know, our situation, our life, is because I love you so much. You wanted to try all of this and I was happy to try it too. I love it, and I love being Mikki. But if you said to me right now that you want to stop and that you want Michael back, I'd give it up straight away. I'd have more surgery to get rid of these boobs, give you all of my clothes and become Michael again. I love you Caz and I'll do anything to make you happy. If that means no more one on one dates, then so be it. I'll be happy for you to keep going out if that is what you want. It's all for you, Caz, because I love you." Caz had tears rolling down her face. "Really? You'd really give all this up if I asked you to? Oh, Mikki, I've been such a bitch. I'm sorry, my love, I'm so sorry. No, I don't want to change anything. I love you, Mikki. If you want more dates then I'll just have to deal with it." "Caz I don't want to hurt you." "I know Mikki. Now, take me to bed and hurt me in a good way." CD Fun Saturday arrived and I woke with a huge erection. I knew what was going to happen today and I couldn't wait. My beautiful wife had some distinctly sexy clothes and hopefully I would get to try them all on. I thought I knew what agony was but until that day I was deluding myself. We started after breakfast. Caz laid out some of her lingerie on the bed. She picked up each item and showed me how she put it on. Then she explained what it was called. Obviously bras and knickers were easy. I knew stockings and suspender belts too. I had seen her in a corset on more than one occasion. But things like bustiers, basques and torsolettes I had only vague notions of. She had teddies, slips and babydolls. She had demi bras, shelf bras, half cup, front opening and many more. She had bikinis, briefs, shorties and hip huggers, thongs and v-strings as well as cheekies and cheekinis. She explained them all and said that I would try them all. She threatened that if I stained anything I would be in trouble. That's what I meant by agony – all day I tried these beautiful things on but wasn't allowed any relief. Absolute agony!! That night Caz got me naked in the bathroom. She had some hair removal cream in her hand. "Now, spread this all over, wherever there is hair. I don't want to see any hair below your head by the time you finish." Fortunately I wasn't too hairy anyway. Whatever hair I had on my arms, legs and chest was quite light coloured and very fine. It wasn't long before I could shower the cream off. Caz had gotten dressed up while I was covered in cream. She inspected me closely, especially around my cock and balls. "Completely hairless," she exclaimed! "According to the packet you won't need to worry about anything growing for at least a month. Now, you just put your negligee on and hop into bed. I'm off to see Antwan. Goodnight, honey. I'll see you in a few hours." She arrived home just after midnight. Again she got me to clean her freshly fucked cunt. It was full. "Not just Antwan tonight but three of his friends too." She turned to play with my cock. I came before she did. She got me hard again. I ate her to orgasm then she sat on my cock and rode me until she came again. The next morning I spent trying on her dresses and skirts. She had a terrific variety. Most were work clothes, what I called 'professional dress.' They were sexy but in an understated way. It was more about how she carried herself as to whether some outfits were sexy or not. At work she was all professional, but outside she was a man-eater! We found that I was almost exactly the same size as her. She was bigger in the bust (surprise, surprise) so some of her dresses didn't suit me. She had plenty of skirts and tops that would be fine. I was really horny trying on all of her beautiful clothes. We stopped with the clothes after an hour or so and fucked like rabbits for the rest of the morning. After lunch Caz said it was time to try on make-up. "Do you remember me telling you about how to apply make-up, Michael?" "Yeah, I do." "Cool. I'll start and you can help at any stage." I sat at her vanity and we went through the process she had described to me that time she first went out with Antwan. "Face first. Concealer, foundation, highlighter and blush." She applied all of these. "Now, eyes. Eyebrows, eyelids, eyelashes. We'll go with the smoky, dark look I like. So sexy." I had to agree. She was as sexy as hell when she was all made up. "Now, lips. We'll go all out with the 'my lips were made to suck cock' red. I think it will suit you." I had my back to the mirror on her vanity. She told me to turn around. I was stunned. I looked gorgeous. "Caz, you are a miracle worker. I look beautiful." "I got you a present, too," she added, as she dashed out to her car. "Close your eyes, honey," she called. "OK they're closed." I heard her come back into the bedroom and open what sounded like a box. "OK you can open them, babe." I opened my eyes. Caz was holding a beautiful, honey-blonde coloured wig. It looked like the hair would go down to the middle of my back, just like hers. In fact it looked to be styled like her hair. We would have the same hairstyle, me as a honey-blonde and Caz with her almost black hair. Caz brought out a hair net. "This is a wig fastener. You wear it beneath your wig," she explained. She put it on and then followed with the wig itself. She fastened it to my head. I looked in the mirror again. I really looked like a woman. "Wow, just wow," I said. "I can't believe how beautiful you've made me. Do you think Antwan will be impressed?" "You little cock-slut. You've been thinking of him all day, haven't you?" "Not all day. Just most of it," I replied with a grin. "Well, I think he'll be happy. Now, the best part is that I've organised for him and a few friends to come to our place on Friday night. I think you might need to take the day off. I will too, so we can get you ready for your big night as a sissy, girly cock sucking cumslut. I've decided that I will call you Mikki." "Ooh, I like that, thank you," I said. We found that we were almost the same shoe size, too. In fact I was half a size smaller than her. She said that I would need to put some tissues into the toes of her shoes so I wouldn't slip around too much. "It's gonna be hard enough for you walking around in 4 inch heels without slipping around inside the shoes." She instructed me to practice putting her lingerie on, which was no great hardship. She also got me to choose some outfits to wear around the house each night. She helped me with the make-up. Each night that week, I was transformed into Mikki. When I was transformed, she got her dildo out and proceeded to fuck me like the slut I was. She really pounded me. I loved it! The week seemed to go forever but finally Friday arrived. We woke up and made beautiful love before we did anything else. "I love you, Michael, I really do love you." "I love you too, Caz." We spent the day getting ready. I think I changed my mind every five minutes about what I was going to wear. I just couldn't decide. "Hey, wimp, make a decision," Caz said finally. So I did. All black lingerie; black bra, garter belt, sheer stockings and full knickers to keep my cock in. Then a red pencil skirt with a black shirt. We did my make up and put on my wig and I was Mikki. Caz went for the same lingerie but in red although she wore a thong instead of full knickers like me. She also put on a short red dress that looked like it was painted on. With her make-up she looked stunning. We both put on 4-inch heels, black for me and red for Caz. When I told her so she said, "No less stunning than you." I think I blushed. We opened a bottle of wine to calm the nerves. I felt like a teenager again, waiting for my first date. Finally, the doorbell chimed. Caz got up to answer it and I followed behind her. She opened the door and there stood an absolute mountain of a man. "Antwan," was all Caz said, but there were a few statements in that one word. He leaned down and kissed her with real passion. When they came up for air, she grabbed his hand, turned to me and said, "Antwan, this is Mikki, who I've been telling you about." "Well, aren't you gorgeous, Mikki," Antwan said in a deep, bass voice. "I'm very pleased to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you." With that he grasped my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. What a gentleman! "Pleased to finally meet you too, Antwan. Caz never told me how handsome you are." He was possibly the most handsome black man I had ever seen. We moved away from the door and Antwan was followed by a number of his friends, all huge and mostly quite handsome. I sidled over to Caz. "Do you know all of these guys? "Of course, Mikki. I've fucked them all," she said with a smile. I lost count of how many there were but there was about a dozen. Caz said to them to help themselves to a beer from the refrigerator if they wanted one. With that, Antwan came over to me, put his arms around my waist and said, "I've been waiting a while to fuck you Mikki. This is going to be fun tonight. He pushed me by my shoulders so I was kneeling in front of his crotch. I fumbled for his zipper, pulled it down and reached in for his cock. It was huge. While I marvelled at its size, he got rid of the rest of his clothes. I didn't even notice. I was mesmerised by its size and how it felt. Then, just as I was thinking that I was about to suck my first real cock, he thrust forward. I opened my mouth and welcomed it happily. He kept thrusting. I gagged a little but then remembered all that practice with Caz and her dildo. I swallowed a few times and this magnificent black cock slid down my throat. I felt my knickers being pulled down and fingers exploring my ass. Then I felt the coldness of the lube as it was squeezed into me. Fingers kept massaging my sphincter. Then a cock head was pressing on my hole. It split me open and I was being fucked up the ass. It felt amazing. I remember the joy coursing through me. I hadn't noticed but one of the other men lay on the floor next to me. Caz had mounted him and was moaning in ecstasy. Then another began fucking her ass too. She was being double-teamed! And another cock lined up at her mouth. She opened wide and accepted it with glee. Caz had three cocks in her while I had two in me. The thrusting became more urgent and suddenly I felt Antwan tense up and then shoot his load deep into my rectum. He groaned as he came and then pulled out. Straight away he was replaced with another cock. Then the cock in my mouth started spewing cum down my throat. I accepted it happily and then kept on sucking to make sure I got it all. Another cock presented itself to my mouth. I opened up and took it in. Caz was doing the same next to me. As one would finish the next would begin. The cock in my mouth took less time to cum. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and aimed it at my face. I copped a face full of cum, which dripped down onto my chest. I put the cockhead back into my mouth to make sure no cum was wasted. This went on until all of the men had cum at least once. Caz suggested we take a break. She was covered in cum too. We looked at each other. I leaned over and kissed her passionately. I proceeded to clean up the cum from her face and then onto her tits. She did the same. "I love you, Mikki," she said. "And I love you, Caz. Thank you soo much for organising tonight. I think we're gonna have some more fun before it's over." The night went by in a bit of a blur after that. All of the men had cum more than once and all had fucked both Caz and me, or been blown by us. What a night. After they left, at about one in the morning, Caz and I showered together. We didn't say much but just made sure we were as clean as we could be. Caz helped me clean up what was left of my make up. We went to bed and both fell to sleep almost straight away. The next morning we had a leisurely brunch at our local café. After that we went home again. Caz said, "How are you feeling?" "Great. I loved every minute of it. What about you?" "Fantastic. I loved it too." She seemed to hesitate for a bit. Then she looked at me and said, "It's all happened really quickly, hasn't it? I mean, it was only a couple of months ago that we were a happily married, monogamous couple. Now we're fucking guys by the dozen." "Yeah," I replied. "I thought about that too. Honestly," I said as I gazed into her eyes, "if we hadn't done it this quickly I may never have agreed. But I'm glad we did. I love being Mikki, and I love fucking and sucking." Caz took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom. She undressed me and then took her clothes off too. Then she lay down on the bed. "Love me, Michael, slowly and tenderly, love me." I was happy to oblige. I kissed and caressed her all over, paying special attention to her nipples. Then I kissed my way down to her pussy and licked, bit and sucked that until she was on the verge of orgasm. Then I stopped. "Don't stop, you bastard, I'm so close." I kissed my way back to her mouth. As we kissed I guided my cock into her dripping pussy and made sweet love to her. She came like a train and so did I. As we lay there she started to weep. "Don't cry baby. Everything's fine." "I'm so happy, Michael. You love me like that and all I do is go out and fuck other men. I don't deserve you." "Hey, don't say that. If I didn't like what you are doing I would have said something. But there's something inside me that needs you to do the things you do. And there's something inside me that makes me want to be Mikki, for you, but for me too." She hugged me with love. We dozed off and didn't get back out of bed until mid-afternoon. This became our life and for about three months everything was perfect. Caz kept going out every couple of days and on the weekends Antwan and his friends would come over and fuck Caz and Mikki. Mikki was becoming a bigger part of my life. Caz and I discussed it and decided that perhaps I could quit my job and start my own Financial Advisor business from home. Actually, Mikki could start the business. That was I could be Mikki more or less permanently. I needed time to think this one through. Then we stopped seeing Antwan and his friends each weekend. I knew there was something going on because Caz was coming home from her dates earlier than usual. Most of the time it was well after midnight but for the last few weeks it was ten o'clock or earlier. She told me that Antwan wanted to take her away for the weekend, next weekend. I asked her if that's what she wanted. "Yeah, I guess so." "Not exactly a ringing endorsement," I said. "I know, but I'm not sure if I want to. Half the fun of going out with him is coming home to you. For two nights I won't be doing that. I think it's a really big step." She looked to the ground, as if unsure of what to say next. "Michael, for the last few weeks, Antwan hasn't invited any of his friends. It's just been him. I'm not sure if it means anything but I know that he hasn't seen both of us for a month or more. I'm a bit worried about what this weekend is going to be about." "You'll work it out, Caz. Go with him. If it feels wrong, come home. It's probably nothing anyway." So she went. Her last words were, "You know I love you, both Michael and Mikki, don't you?" That left me wondering about what was going on in her head. I spent an awful weekend alone. I couldn't sleep and when I was Mikki my hair and make-up was a mess. Sunday finally arrived. I had no idea when Caz would be home so I made myself get dressed as Mikki. I put on sexy lingerie, a short skirt and sheer top and did my make-up with more care than ever before. I was ready for Caz to come home by lunchtime. Have you ever noticed how slowly time goes when you are waiting for something? I logically knew Caz wouldn't be home until late afternoon or early evening but I still hoped it might be earlier. By six o'clock I felt that I had spent about three years waiting. Then seven o'clock, then eight. Every hour felt like a month. Finally at about nine thirty I heard a car in the driveway and the front door opened. There she was, my beautiful wife, standing there, looking gorgeous. "Caz," I said. "Babe," she said. "Let me shower. We need to talk." "Fuck," I thought. That was not what I expected. No hello, no hug, no kiss, not even an invitation to clean her pussy. What the hell was going on? About half an hour later she came out of the shower. "Mikki, do you remember the last thing I said when I left on Friday?" "Yeah, you said you loved both me and Michael." She held out her left hand. "Antwan has asked me to marry him." My jaw dropped. I looked at her hand. No wedding ring, no engagement ring from me. Only an obscenely large green rock surrounded by about six diamonds. I was speechless, my mouth open wide in shock. When I finally found my voice I said, "So your statement last Friday was a lie?" "No Mikki, no. I love you, only you. He made me take off my rings and put this one on. I've just spent the last half an hour trying to get this stupid thing off. It's too small." "So what are you saying?" "I'm saying I love you, and you alone, and we won't be seeing Antwan again. The stupid prick thought that his cock was enough. I'm not denying it's good but the man himself? Antwan loves Antwan and there's no love left for anyone else. There's no way in the known universe that I'd give up the love I have for you, and I know you have for me, for that self-centred jerk." That's when the tears started. They fell in rivers down my face, my mascara running with them. "I knew he was up to something. We hardly fucked all weekend. I thought I'd never get out of bed but we had what he called a 'romantic' get away. The man has no idea. He took me to places he likes, nightclubs and strip clubs. Nothing that I like and he thought he could woo me and marry me." "So how did he react when you said no?" "Well, that's the problem. I didn't. I said I'd need to speak to you about it. You know what he said? He said, 'Hey babe, we can keep Mikki around as a fuck toy, but Michael can fuck off.' Can you believe that?" "When will you tell him?" "Tomorrow at work when there's plenty of people around. I don't think he'd hurt me but I don't want to take the chance." Apparently he wasn't happy when Caz spoke to him the next day. She told me that because of her position in her company she could make life really difficult for him so he backed off. The good news? I have started my own business, and Caz has changed jobs too. Her company needed a new General Manager of operations in their head office interstate which she applied for and was given. We moved a short time later and arrived in our new condo (provided by her company) as two women in a loving and committed relationship. Mikki runs her business from home and loves it. The business gets bigger every day. Caz loves her new job. We are both on the lookout for a third party. Mikki hasn't tasted anyone else's cum for ages and misses it!