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Tim, Callie, Dave and Beth

By: komrad1156



Some time ago, I wrote a story called The Agreement in which my first, former, and only wife came home one day and discovered I liked to wear her clothes. The long and the short of it was that she saw this as her opportunity to act on her own fantasies of being with other men by appealing to me to act on mine—which was...to be with a man—something I had never done. We went on our first and only double date which ended rather nicely for both of us but as it turns out, that was the beginning of the end for our marriage. It wasn't my crossdressing that ended it nor was the fact my ex-wife readily admitted I looked as good as she did when I was in drag. Both of us just came to the realization that we weren't enough for one another, and the marriage ended rather amicably.

I'd been an avid weight lifter from high school on and a pretty decent distance runner. I still run several times a week, but I've quit lifting entirely because muscles don't add to one's ability to pass in public. By the way, I've written some other stories which predate my crossdressing days you might enjoy. One is about my high school English teacher and another is about a lonely, neglected Mormon wife. I had affairs with both of them when I was a senior in high school and at the top of my lifting game and after getting my braces off. When I later realized how much I loved dressing up, the lifting had to go. When I first started getting into crossdressing, I still had some hard muscle tone as you may be be able to see in the standing blonde pic, but that's all gone now. I've also since had some work done on my nose and eyes. I kind of regret the nose job because while it looks just fine now, it was actually pretty cute and feminine before. Oh, well. As they say, that ship has sailed. I'm obviously a few years older and about 15 lbs lighter mostly due to muscle loss. (Big sigh on the age thing.) C'est la vie, no?

I've dated both men and women but I prefer dating men by far. Women are nice and we fit together perfectly, anatomically speaking. I just can't deal with all of the compromises women expect. I understand them and they make perfect sense. I just don't feel like putting up with all that so I tend to stick to dating men during my time as Callie. 

I've had several private emailers ask me why I don't transition and go full time. The answer is simple: I like being a man and can't imagine that ever changing. Being a woman is a lot of very hard work. I agreed to go on a cruise with one of my boyfriends a few years back and spent the entire time as a woman. The first day was utterly thrilling! The hair, makeup, jewelry, pretty clothes, etc. Yummy! The second day was still pretty great. But by the third day, I was sick and tired of having to sit up straight, keep my legs crossed, smile at everyone all the time, and use my feminine voice. I couldn't wait to get home and change into some shorts and a t-shirt and slouch all the hell over my couch, drink beer, and belch out loud. No, I'm not kidding. Being a girl is fun, but only if it's part time and when I feel like it. So no transitioning for home boy who still works as an engineer at a Navy base. (And no, I am not on active duty as others have asked. I could never deal with those six-month deployments. God bless the folks who can but I'm not cut out for that.)

I also wrote about a great experience I had with a neighbor woman named Shada and her husband. That was simply awesome and the three of us got together one other time after that. But a couple of weeks ago, I had THE best, most fun experience to date. I'm still dating "Tim" so who knows what the future may hold. I'm not sure how to top this one because I'd never do something crazy dangerous like an impersonal orgy or a bukakke party. Okay, I might be willing to try three or four guys but only if I knew them all and trusted each one completely. That's not likely to happen, though, because meeting men who admire girls like me in my female persona is easy. Meeting guys I'm both attracted to and can trust is not. And all the fantasy stuff aside, trust is essential because no one wants an STD or to end up dead from an encounter with a handsome guy who's really a "fag-hating" sicko. So I pick and choose very, very carefully and I only agreed to do this because I trusted Tim completely. 

Once we got um, better acquainted, he suggested meeting his best friend from college and his wife. As it turns out, his friend, Dave, was also fascinated by girls like me and his wife, Beth, was also extremely curious. I trusted Tim and he trusted them so I was willing to meet them for dinner. Dinner led to...well...read the story and find out, okay? I'll just say it was an absolutely amazing encounter I hope to repeat again—soon! 

I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed living it. Lastly, I've had other emails (I get a LOT of them) who say I spend too much time "bragging" about how I look en femme. I'm not bragging. I just write about my experiences and that includes what people tell me. I won't apologize for writing what others say about me. I obviously can't recall every comment word for word, but I do my level best to report them as closely as I remember them. If it sounds like I'm tooting my own horn, that's something you'd have to take up with those who are so very generous with their kinds words. 

As you might suspect, I've changed everyone else's name except my own which, of course, isn't my own—except when I'm being Callie.

Cheers, 

Callie Lynn Coe

I met Tim at a drag show called Screaming Queens earlier this year. I rarely attend events or go places designed for the transgendered but I'd heard this show was really good so I decided to go see for myself. 

One of the performers saw me in the audience and made such a fuss over me that I ended up going on stage with her after she kept egging me on. I tried to say "no" several times but she was having none of it. By that point, every person in the room was staring at me and egging me on get up on go on stage. For the most part, she was very gracious but like most drag queens, she was also one foul-mouthed, caustic bitch! She went on and on about me and how I bet I thought I was "all that" and she shredded me for my hair and my nails and my fake boobs and...well, pretty much everything to include things no lady should talk about. Well, at least not in public!

After a lot of laughs—mostly at my expense, I went back to my table where I'd been sitting with a couple of other girls who sadly, couldn't pass in public. A few minutes later, the girls on stage took a break and that's when I noticed THE most gorgeous man smiling at me. I'm not shy about flirting, but this guy took my breath away. I remember thinking he looked like a cross between Tom Brady and Matt Bomer from the TV show White Collar. (Tim looks a LOT like Matt. Yum!)

Only this guy wasn't gay. Okay, let's put it this way. He'd never been with anyone but a woman in his entire life, but he'd developed an enduring fantasy about meeting a girl like me which finally drove him to act on it. For a couple of years, he indulged his fantasy by watching on-line porn and makeover/transition videos but eventually, that wasn't enough. A website called TV Bunni was his favorite but even that wasn't sufficient when he ultimately realized he wanted to experience the real thing.

He finally decided to take the first steps to try and meet either a transsexual woman or a very passable crossdresser. He told me he'd been to several clubs looking but had only found two other "girls" he found reasonably attractive. He introduced himself and chatted them up only to learn that both of them were absolutely straight—which is the case with most crossdressers, btw. He was beginning to think he'd gone on an impossible mission and then...he found me. 

He's told me several times how lucky he felt, but I'm actually the lucky one. He is so very—delicious looking!! (I was flattered when he had to ask me whether or not I was TS. In fact, he said that had I not been up on stage and shown my silicon breast forms he wouldn't have know I wasn't a GG—genetic girl.) 

Now that the stage (pun intended) is set, this is how our most excellent adventure began.

"So thank you all and especially thank you, Miss Callie Coe for being such a good sport—bitch!" Roars of laughter. "Okay, ladies—and admirers—how about a nice round of applause for the bitch—I mean—the belle of the ball?" Once the applause died down, she announced, "We'll be right back folks after a short break. My girdle is KILLING me!"

"Callie? That guy over there has been staring at you since you sat back down," the girl next to me said. She'd introduced herself to me as Kristina and we'd made small talk off and on for the last hour or so.

I turned over and saw him looking at me. I thought for a moment I was dreaming or watching a New England Patriots game on TIVO. This guy was so hot I could feel fire spreading from my rosy cheeks to the man-gina between my legs. His smile made my legs weak and I was hoping against hope he wasn't gay in the traditional sense and that he was indeed smiling at me. I decided to smile back and to my great delight he stood up and walked over to my table.

"Oh, my God! He's coming over here!" Kristina said.

"I hope so," I told her without taking my gaze off of this absolute hunk of a man. 

My heart was pounding furiously in my chest as he stood next to me and said, "Hi. I'm Tim. Nice performance up there."

I smiled and thanked him. He asked if I'd mind if he sat down and I told him, "Not at all. I'd like that. My name's Callie."

"So I heard," he teased. He took a seat next to me and said, "Nice to meet you, Callie. If this sounds cliche I'm sorry, but you are an incredibly beautiful woman."

"Cliche or not, I'll take it. Thank you!" I said sincerely. "That's so sweet of you."

The club had some dance music blaring and Tim didn't feel like talking over it so he leaned toward me and said, "It's really loud in here and I'd like the opportunity to talk with you if you wouldn't mind. It's a whole lot quieter in the lobby." He nodded in that direction and I was more than ready to spend some time alone with him.

I turned to Kristina and said, "I had a lovely time chatting with you, Kristina. You take care, okay?"

"Same to you, Callie," she said in a distinctively masculine voice. Then she leaned closer and said, "Be careful, okay?"

"Definitely and thank you, hon!"

Tim stood up and pulled back my chair. I was impressed. Looks and manners. Wow!

He offered me his arm which I took as he escorted me out of the noisy showroom and into the lobby. "Would you like something to drink, Callie? Some wine possibly?"

"That would be lovely as long as you're having a glass, too," I told him.

He caught a server's attention and ordered two glasses of Zinfandel. There were several tables and a few benches in the lobby and Tim suggested we have a seat where we could talk more privately. Again, he pulled back my chair to seat me and I thanked him. As he took his seat our drinks arrived and he offered a toast: "To the possibility of a new friendship?" I repeated the phrase, touched my glass to his, and we each took a small sip. 

"I'm rarely at a loss for words," he began. "But I have to tell you this is completely new territory for me. In fact, I'm not really sure how to even say this. It's just that, well...I'm pretty sure you're the kind of girl I've been wanting to meet for the longest time so..."

I smiled and pretended I wasn't sure what he meant. I said, "What kind of girl are you trying to meet, Tim?" I raised my head slightly as though I was anxiously anticipating his reply—which I actually was, by the way.

"Well, this is where my inexperience in this area is a real handicap because I'm not sure how to put this but here goes." He looked uncomfortable and I sensed that was something he was used to when it came to meeting women. He looked down, took another drink of wine, then said, "I'm a totally straight guy." He stopped, looked at me, then seemed even more flustered.

"Go on. You're totally straight and..." I tipped my ever so slightly to one side to again indicate I was paying very close attention to every word.

"Well, at least I think I am. Or at least I always have been. It's just that for the last couple of years or so I've had this...this...interest in meeting a girl who's well..."

I interrupted him by saying, "Like me?"

"I beg your pardon?" he said. He looked confused.

"You've been wanting to meet a 'girl' like...me. In other words, you're confused about your sexuality because although I look like a girl, you're interested in meeting one who has um...something...special...that other girls don't have. Am I correct?" I teased.

Tim smiled that killer smile and said, "That's exactly what I meant to say but didn't know how to say it. So thank you for putting it so well. I've only shared this new um...interest of mine...with my best friend from college and he warned me that most girls like...well, like you...are completely straight. Straight as in they only date women. So before I stick my foot any deeper into my already wide-open mouth, I guess I should ask whether or not you...you know...date..."

Again I finished his sentence. "Guys like you?" 

Tim laughed and looked relieved as he said, "Okay. Yes. Guys like me."

I took another sip then smiled at him. "That depends."

He looked crestfallen as he said, "On?"

"Well, it depends on whether or not this is purely hypothetical or whether you're actually asking me out on a real date."

He looked relieved as he smiled and said, "I would love to go out with you sometime, Callie." He got very serious and then asked, "Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me one evening very soon?"

"Yes. I would love to, Tim. So in your case, yes, I do date guys like you." I smiled broadly then asked him for his cell phone so I could enter my contact information. I have a "burner" phone I use only for whatever guy I happen to be dating. When the relationship ends, the phone gets tossed for privacy reasons.

He looked at the info I'd provided and thanked me. "Callie? I just wanted to say again that you are incredibly attractive."

"Thank you. That's very kind of you to say. It takes a lot of work to get Callie ready for a night on the town."

"Well, she certainly does a fantastic job. I've dated some really attractive women before, but you're as pretty as any of them. You're...gorgeous." He hesitated then quickly added, "And that's not a line. It's the God's honest truth. You are really beautiful."

I cocked my head again and Tim said sincerely, "No. Really. I'm not just saying that. You look sensational." He paused for a moment then said, "Again, I'm totally new to this so I have no idea what's appropriate to say so if I say the wrong thing, please forgive me. It's just that I've been looking for a few months and I haven't seen anyone...and I mean not anyone...who looks like you." He hesitated for another moment then said, "Well, that's not completely true. I did meet two different TG girls who were attractive but neither was in your league. And neither of them um...dated guys like...me."

I thanked him again for the compliments then said, "I'm not new to this but I am very, very careful about whom I date. Let me just say that all I expect early on is complete honesty and to be treated exactly like any other woman. To address your um...fantasy concerns...yes, I do indeed have the something...extra...I believe you're looking for, but let me say this up front right here and now. That body part is completely off limits to all men." Then I paused for effect before saying, "Assuming of course we have dinner, we still like one another, and we get past a goodnight kiss. I keep that restriction in place so I can feel like a woman when I'm out as Callie. I like to try and do that twice a week but more often than not it's one night a week but... Anyway, a part of that—for me at least—is feeling like a woman in every way possible. So touching that part of the anatomy would make me feel like I'm a man with a man and for whatever reason, my brain isn't wired that way. Does that make sense?" I plowed ahead and added, "I'm not homophobic by any means. It's just that my male persona has zero interest in men and for whatever reason, that has to be a limit that is completely respected when I'm out as Callie who most definitely does have an interest in...some...men."

Tim seemed completely understanding and told me, "That does make sense. I mean, I've never thought about that but hearing you say it, it makes perfect sense. I have to tell you I'm really grateful for your honesty and I will be completely honest with you, too." I could see a look of...distress, maybe?...on his handsome face.

"What's wrong, Tim? Please feel free to ask me or tell me anything. I'm a big girl. I can ...take it." I emphasized the words "take it" and I saw Tim close his eyes.

"No, nothing's wrong. It's just that...you're so amazing. I feel like I'm in junior high school asking my first crush out on a date. I don't want to say or do anything to mess this up. I feel like I'm in the middle of the best dream ever and that I'm going to wake up and realize you weren't actually real."

"I'm very real," I assured him. "And for the record, I'm enjoying the view from over here very much myself." 

Tim smiled again before saying, "Listen, I know a great place in the District if you'd like to have dinner with me this weekend," he said.

"I'd love to!" I assured him. "How formal is it?"

"It's not formal in the sense of black tie or anything. I'm suggesting it because it's a really nice, very upscale place and I definitely want to make a good impression on you. And even though I don't think anyone would ever guess you're a...special kind of woman...I don't want to go to my normal places where people know me. It's just that..."

I cut in and said, "I get it. That makes perfect sense. Friends want to be introduced and they ask a lot of questions and at this point you don't need to be doing a lot of explaining. So no worries, okay? In fact, I might think you're somewhat reckless if you didn't have those kinds of concerns. So no offense taken. I was mainly interested in knowing how formal it is so I can dress accordingly."

"Well, you look great dressed just like that. I mean, it's a really soft, feminine look and it...it really suits you."

It was the middle of summer in Northern Virginia so it was still very warm and humid. I was wearing a dark yellow, sleeveless, rib-knit top with a skirt that matched the color of my top and that had a thin black belt. That allowed me to wear a pair of open-toed, black sandals with three-inch heels and suntan colored stockings. In terms of jewelry, I chose gold earrings (I've had pierced ears for several years) and a matching necklace along with a gold watch and one gold ring I wear on my right ring finger. A cardigan sweater which I carried and a black purse completed my ensemble. 

"I love everything feminine, Tim, but I adore sweaters and knit tops more than anything. I always have and over the years, that's never changed. Not sweaters in the sense of the heavy, bulky, baggy, grandmother type sweaters one stereotypically thinks of but rather the form-fitting, very dressy kind. Is that okay with you?" I inquired.

"Yes. Very okay. You'd be beautiful in anything you wore so as long as you're comfortable, I'm very happy with whatever you choose."

"Wow! Good looking, well-mannered, and not controlling! I think I like you, Tim," I said playfully.

"I'm very sure I like you, Callie." He paused and then looked down at his very expensive watch before saying, "I'm sorry but it's after midnight and I have to get up very early tomorrow as I have a deposition at 8am."


Tim, Callie, Dave and Beth



"You're an attorney? Or are you the one in trouble?" I said jokingly.

"The former. Guilty as charged. But please don't hold my profession against me, okay?"

I thought about telling a lawyer joke but minded my manners. Besides, he probably knew more of them off the top of his head than I'd ever heard.

"No jokes. I'm an engineer, by the way," I said.

Tim's eyes opened wide before he said, "Get out of here! Really? You're an engineer?"

"Total honesty, right?" I reminded him. "I have degrees in both mechanical and aerospace engineering and I work on the F-18 Super Hornet and hope to soon be transitioning to the F-35."

"Jesus! Beautiful and smart. I gotta tell you, Callie. I'm truly impressed. I feel like I won the lottery and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible."

I thanked him again as he began excusing himself. "I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed meeting you, Callie. And I look forward to seeing you this weekend. Is Saturday at say 8 o'clock good for you? Oh, and shall I pick you up or would you prefer to meet me there?"

"You are a smart man!" I said with a smile. "I never ride with anyone until I know I can trust them so I'll meet you there. Eight sounds fine. You have my number if you need to call or text me, okay?"

Tim came around to my side and once again pulled back my chair. I stood up and he handed me both my purse and my sweater. "Thank you! It's been a pleasure meeting you, too."

"Well, good night, Callie." I could tell he wanted to kiss me goodnight and also that he wasn't sure whether or not he should. There was no way I was letting this gorgeous man leave with doing just that. Rather than take any chances, I made eye contact with him then leaned slightly toward him and began closing my eyes ever so slightly. To my very pleasant surprise, he leaned in and kissed me full of the mouth. It wasn't a long kiss but it wasn't a peck, either. It was a kind of Goldilocks first kiss. It was just right. As he pressed his lips against mine I put my hand behind his head and slipped just the tiniest bit of the tip of my tongue against his before pulling back and saying, "Mmmm. That was very nice. Thank you. And it was wonderful meeting you. See you Saturday then?"

"Definitely," he said. We smiled at one another again as he turned and headed out the door. I sat back down and finished my glass of wine as I imagined what our first date might look like and more importantly, how it might end.

Like most girls, I LOVE to shop for new clothes. Because I live alone and have a decent income, I can spoil myself when it comes to finding things to wear. I spent most of the day Saturday looking for the perfect outfit but after going the Fair Oaks Mall and to the Tyson's Corner Mall, I was about ready to give up. I'd looked at literally hundreds of dresses and dozens of blouses, knit tops, and skirts but nothing grabbed me. 

I should have started where I ended up—at Tyson's Galleria—which is the upscale mall in the area—but for some reason spent way too much time elsewhere. I browsed around Neiman Markus and Ralph Lauren and saw some really nice things, but I hit the jackpot at Saks!

I immediately fell in love with this gorgeous black and off-white, A-line dress by Phillip Lim. It had a low neckline which might have been a concern, but I'd become very skillful at using makeup to shade around my breast forms to create an almost perfect illusion of cleavage (please see my pic above) so that didn't scare me at all. It had thin straps which was also fine as I found the perfect the perfect black sweater/shrug to go with it. What surprised me the most was that this beautiful dress was less than $200! The shrug alone cost almost that much and let's not talk about the black and white heels and matching bag I bought, okay? 

Once I had my outfit, I needed to accessorize and I was really excited about picking out the perfect set of earrings and matching necklace. I got lucky again as I passed the jewelry counter and found a gorgeous pair of Adriana Orsini hoop earrings that were black and silver. Right next to them was a beautiful chunky link necklace that went perfectly with the earrings! Okay, yes! I couldn't resist the Adriana bangle bracelet that went with both so I picked that up, too. I felt myself actually getting hard thinking about putting together such a classy look and how Tim might react to it. 

I finished shopping by three o'clock which let me get to my appointment for a full-body wax by three-thirty and I was home by four-thirty. I carefully removed all of the tags and laid everything out on the bed. I shaved my face very close (I'm really fortunate to have a light beard as covering it can be a real bitch for a lot of girls), showered, and toweled off. I had plenty of time to set my hair in rollers then blow dry it leaving some very soft, full waves which was exactly what I was looking for. Once my hair was perfect, all I needed to do was put on my makeup and paint my nails. 

I've gotten very good at makeup application over the last several years and I was very pleased with my final look! The eyebrows were perfect and the blend of grays and purples in my eye shadow was exactly what I was hoping for. I then got dressed and as always, when I put on the last item of clothing and looked in the mirror, I got that feeling that everyone who crossdresses craves. It's a kind of rush of endorphins that just sends you off to that special place. I loved being a woman! Part-time, anyway. :-) 

I carefully brushed in the half-moon circles around the area where my boobs were, being extremely careful not to get anything on my new dress. This skill that had initially been SO hard to learn was now second nature to me. A few swirls and some light blending and I had "cleavage!" I then put on a coat of my favorite dark red lipstick that was very shiny and glossy before putting on my new jewelry. The black and silver was just perfect! The last thing to do was sitting down and very carefully painting my nails before leaving. I used to have to do that first because I would mess it up several times and you only have to spill nail polish remover on something nice once to learn your lesson! Right, girls?

By 7:15, my nails were dry and as I held them up near my lips, I could see they were a perfect match. I loved the way the jewelry all worked so well together and I just adored the cute little 3/4-length sleeved shrug that covered my bare shoulders and back. If fit very nicely. Not too tight but not at all baggy. I took one last look in the full-length mirror then grabbed my car keys, drivers license, and the few makeup items I'd need along with a tiny little handkerchief and headed out.

Traffic was typically bad for the area and there's always some new construction in the District that wasn't there the last time but I did get to the restaurant by 8:05. The valet parked my car and as I went to open the door, I saw an arm in a dark suit shoot past the doorman's arm and open it for me. 

"Hi, Callie!" I heard Tim say as I stepped inside. "Any problems with traffic?"

I'd switched to my feminine voice on the way there to make sure I didn't have a slip up the first time I spoke in public. I had a couple of voice lessons back in 2010 which is where I met the guy who was my first boyfriend whom I wrote about in The Agreement. I picked things up very quickly and the voice coach told me she frankly didn't have much else to offer, so that was that. "Not really," I replied. "Pretty typical for a Saturday evening."

"I'm glad," Tim said. "Let me take a good look at you, okay?" He stepped back then twirled his hand indicating he wanted me to turn around for him. I smiled and did just that.

"Oh, my God! You look unbelievable. I'm speechless." 

Tim looked amazing himself. He was wearing a dark charcoal-colored suit with a light blue shirt and a dark blue tie. "Thank you very much," I told him. "And you look very handsome yourself, sir!"

"I don't want to mess up your makeup but I'm dying to kiss you hello. Do you mind?" he asked.

"I can always stop by the ladies' room so I'd only mind if you didn't," I said softly to him.

Tim put his hands on my shoulders and bent down to kiss me on the lips. I'm 5'8" making me 5'11" in heels. Tim is 6'1" which keeps me from standing out due to my height when I'm with him in heels. I'm not exactly tall for a man and to my benefit, it's not all that rare to see a GG (genetic girl) who's taller than that in heels. It's just that height, like so many other subtle clues, can serve to be yet another giveaway when people start staring. Most don't care but some—especially—certain women—have the tendency to look and look and then stare as they look for any tiny detail that might get you clocked (show you're a man in women's clothes.) That can just making passing all that much more challenging. Fortunately, I've never been "read" in public but I was still paranoid about every detail. I melted into him as he kissed me softly. This time, our tongues gently danced for a second or two before it ended. 

"Wow," I murmured. "That was worth any need to touch up." I stopped in the ladies' room on the way inside and found that although my lipstick was smudged a bit, it wasn't all over my lips. A quick re-application and I was all set. There was another woman doing the same thing and she didn't bat an eye at my presence. I didn't expect that she would but that always serves to increase my confidence even more.

Tim was waiting for me outside and he handed me a drink as soon as I stepped out. "Single-malt Scotch. It's my favorite. I hope you don't mind."

I took it from him and thanked him. "Not at all. I love having a man order for me so thank you." I took a small sip and said, "Oh, my! That is really good. Someone has great taste!" 

Tim placed his hand in the small of my back as we were led to our table. It was very busy and every table was full except, of course, for ours."

"I was really lucky to get reservations with just three days notice," he said as he helped me take my seat.

"It's very nice," told him. "Have you been here before?"

"Yes. Just once. One of the senior partners invited me to join him here for dinner after we won a big case we'd worked on together. I was still an associate and he was very appreciative of all the work I did on the case."

"So you were an associate?" I inquired.

"I was. I've been a junior partner for six years now and like all junior partners, hoping to become a senior partner in the not-too-distant future."

I learned that Tim was a trial lawyer and that he'd been with the firm for 12 years. I had no frame of reference for knowing how long it took to make partner—junior or senior—but it seemed to me he was right on track to make his career goals. I won't give his (or my) exact age, but he is more than several years older than me which is perfect!

We made small talk for a few minutes and sipped our Scotch until the waiter came to take our orders. I was thrilled when Tim ordered for me without even asking what I liked. He was sitting next to me rather than across the table so when he finished ordering I smiled and said to him, "Thank you, honey! That was very nice of you."

His eyes were fixed on mine and I could already sense the sexual tension between us. He leaned over and brushed my hair back and said, "You're welcome...sweetheart. I hope you like it."

I assured him I would and in fact, everything was delicious. I had a scrumptious piece of Alaskan-baked salmon on a bed of rice with fresh asparagus and creme brûlée with black coffee for dessert.

"Wow! You really know how to treat a lady right," I said to him. "Tim, that was wonderful. Everything was perfect and I also enjoyed the conversation very much."

"Me, too, Callie," he replied. "Say, they have a piano bar just over there and I'd very much like the opportunity to dance with you this evening. Would you care to join me?" he asked.

"I would indeed!" I assured him. I finish the last of my coffee then excused myself to use the restroom before going dancing. The last thing I wanted was to have something stuck in my teeth and I definitely needed to reapply my lipstick.

"Okay! All set!" I announced as I exited the restroom again.

Tim took my hand and led us to a modest-sized area with a few tables that surrounded an open area which was obviously a dance floor. The piano player was on his first set as we took our seats and Tim asked if I might like another drink. "Sure! That sounds nice," I told him. He ordered two more single-malt Scotches as we chatted some more about his work. One of the things I loved about being a woman was playing the role of a more traditional woman. I loved listening to my date talk about himself and his work and all I had to do was occasionally tell him, "That's so interesting" or say, "Really? That's so amazing!" and the conversation just flowed. 

After a few minutes, the piano player began playing a familiar slow song and Tim asked me to dance. He stood up, offered me his hand, and helped me to my feet. He held it until we got out on the floor then held his left hand out for me hold as he took the lead. There was no one else on the floor yet and that was just fine. I immediately let go of his hand and put in on his shoulder. Tim pulled me in closer and I instinctively did the same. I held my face against his as his arms slipped around my waist. I raised mine and put both of the around his neck.

"Are you having a nice time, Callie?" he asked quietly.

"Mmmm," I murmured. "Very nice, thank you."

As the song ended, Tim held onto me and waited for me to look into his eyes. He didn't speak this time. He just closed his eyes and kissed me. It was our longest kiss yet and I loved the feel of his tongue on mine. I push my body closer to his and as I pushed my hips against him, I felt his cock. It was definitely stiff but not fully hard. He flinched almost reflexively and said, "Sorry about that," he said.

"Don't be," I whispered. "It feels wonderful." I moaned softly as he pushed against me letting me get a feel for how big he was. I couldn't be sure but it seemed like I wouldn't be disappointed. Quite honestly, I didn't care how big he was. I only knew that he was incredibly handsome and very nice to me. I whispered into his ear again, "You don't have to work so hard, sweetheart. I'm a sure thing, okay?"

Tim pulled back and smiled at me before he kissed me again. "Would you like to get out of here, Callie?" he asked.

"Mmmm. Very much."

The valet brought our cars around and Tim asked me to follow him back to his place. I had a small amount of apprehension about going home with him on a first date but I felt comfortable enough with him that I agreed. He gave me the address in case we got separated in traffic.

He lived just into Maryland about 15 miles away. He had a very nice home in a well-maintained suburb. I pulled into the spare space in his garage as he closed the door behind us. 

We got out of our cars and Tim opened the door for me. I stepped inside and found myself in a beautiful kitchen with gorgeous, custom-made cabinets, marble countertops, and all stainless steel appliances. The floor was a rich hardwood and the home was very tastefully decorated. Too tastefully...

"So you live here alone, Tim?" I asked.

"Well, that's what I'd like to talk about with you," he said as he led me into the living room.

"You're married, aren't you?" I said without judgment.

"Yes, I am and I meant to tell you...I really wanted to say something...I just..."

"What happened to total honesty?" I asked.

"Callie, I am being honest with you. I wasn't fully open about this when we met but I am being honest with you. You can ask me anything."

"Are you in love with your wife?"

Tim looked down and then right at me. "No. I love her but I'm no longer in love with her. I haven't been for quite some time."

"Tell me why," I said directly.

"We argue constantly. Or at least we did." Tim sat there for a moment before saying, "She's always wanted children and...I don't. We've been married just over five years and this last year it's gotten so bad we no longer even sleep together. We also fight constantly about sex. I'm an every-day kind of guy and she's an every-month kind of girl. She's at her parents' home in Virginia this weekend and I'm pretty sure she won't be coming back except to pick up her things. I know that women typically get the home that's jointly owned but Amanda's parents are loaded. They'll buy her a house near them after reminding her—again—she could have and should have done better than me."

"Are you okay with that? With her not coming back?" I asked as I needed to know.

"I am," Tim said. "This is a deal-breaker issue for both of us. She knew going in I did not want kids—ever. She was sure I'd change, but I haven't." He paused and said, "And she and I both know I won't change so..."

I noticed a picture of them in a built-in. "Is that her?" I asked. I walked over to get a closer look as Tim told me it was. "She's very pretty. May I ask you something personal?"

"Of course, Callie. Anything. Anything at all."

I turned to face him and said directly, "When is the last time you had sex with your wife and...when is the last time you've had sex with anyone?"

Tim walked over to me and took my hands in his. "I haven't had sex with anyone but my wife since I married her and the last time we had sex was Labor Day last year. So just over a year. That's the God's truth."

"Is there anything else you've forgotten to tell me?" 

"I went on a date with one of the legal secretaries at work last month. Nothing happened other than a goodnight kiss. Other than that, I've been completely faithful to my wife." I didn't respond and then he stood closer to me and said, "May I be completely honest with you?"

"That would be nice," I told him.

"I'd like that to change, Callie. I'd like that to change tonight. Here. With you."

"Let's sit down," I said. After we both sat down on his couch I told him about my ex-wife and my crossdressing, our double date, her need for other men, and our divorce. "So I'm no prude about divorce. I've also dated married men before. In some ways, it's easier with them. But I have to be sure I'm not going to be the cause of ruining your marriage."

Tim got up and went to another room then returned with a large folder. He handed it to me and when I opened it up, I saw that it was a petition for divorce. "I haven't told my wife—her name is Amanda, by the way—yet, but I plan on filing this as soon as she comes home or tells me she's not—and I tell her how I feel."

I handed it back to him and said, "Okay. I believe you. Now what?"

Tim sat down next to me and took my hand. "Callie, I want to make love to you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. If you're not ready, I understand. I can wait. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

I slid my hand over onto his leg and ran it up toward his crotch. "I already know how you feel, Tim. Remember?" I said playfully. Then I ran the back of my hand over his cock and said, "You feel very, very good."

I felt him growing hard in just those few moments so I kept stroking his cock through his pants. I leaned in and put my lips on his ear as I whispered, "But if you want to fuck me, you'll need to get out of those clothes."

Tim stood up and took my hand and led to his bedroom. "I need to pee, but I'll right back, okay?" he said as he pulled me close and kissed me warmly. 

"I'll be right here waiting for you, honey," I whispered. "But before you go, can you help me out of my dress, please?"

I turned my back toward my lover as he slid the little sweater off of me then began slowly unzipping my dress. I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I turned around to face him wearing only my black lacy bra and black padded hip garment, stockings and heels and jewelry. "When you come back, my underwear will be gone. Do you remember my one and only rule?" I asked.




Tim, Callie, Dave and Beth



"Of course I do." He was staring at me up and down. "My God you're beautiful, Callie. You have no idea how badly I want you."

I moved closer and put my arms around him and said, "Don't forget. I'm not actually a girl. I like sex as much as you do and I want you just as much as you want me." I kissed him then pushed him away and said, "Come back naked and fuck me, okay?"

I could hear Tim taking off his clothes followed by the sound of a loud, long stream of urine. I slipped out of the padded underwear I always wore to give my male, runner's body the curves it didn't have on its own, then pulled the little sweater back on as I loved seeing the ribbing on the sleeves as I held a man's cock in my hand. My own sex was now fully showing between the black garter belt and the barely-black stockings I was wearing. I was no longer fully flaccid and knew that condition would only 'grow' worse. 

I sat down on the bed as I heard the light in the bathroom click off. My heartbeat quickened as I saw Tim enter the bedroom, his cock already partially erect. He was so beautiful! His body was as gorgeous as his face. He was a fairly large man but the nicest surprise was how his body was ripped and cut. His abs were amazing! 

I put my hands over my mouth as my eyes opened wide. "Oh, my GOD! You are so beautiful!" I told him.

He walked over to me and I immediately reached out and grabbed his hard shaft with my left hand. He was well-endowed but not so big it was going to literally "tear me a new one" when he fucked me. 

"Sit down," I ordered him. I loved the control women had over men in the bedroom. I knelt down between his legs and took his cock in my hands. I absolutely loved seeing my dark red nails wrapped around it. 

"Do you like it, sweetheart?" he asked as I stroked it gently.

"Mmmm. It's beautiful, honey. I love it!" I placed one hand under his balls and began gently massaging them as I lowered my head toward the tip of his beautiful cock. I licked it from the bottom to the top. "Mmmm. I love your cock, honey. It's so pretty." I continued licking. "Does that feel good?" I teased.

"God, yes!" he moaned. "Don't stop, Callie. I just want to watch you. You're so beautiful."

I kept my eyes on his as I opened my mouth and lowered it around the tip of his penis. I stopped and sucked on the head of it for several seconds while using my tongue to lick the bottom where it's the most sensitive.

"F...f...fuck that feels so good," Tim groaned.

I took a little more of him inside my mouth all the while using my tongue to hit all the right places I knew from personal experience felt so damn good. I wasn't able to take it all the way to the hilt but I got very close. I bobbed up and down over and over until he was in ecstasy. Then I began to get more intense.

I gagged slightly leaving long streams of saliva as I lifted up. I spit on his cock then took it again as far as I could and held it there. I loved having the tip of a man's cock at the back of my throat. I held again until I started to gag then pulled back gulping for air. "Mmmm. My God! I love your cock, sweetheart!" I said gulping for air.

"Come here, Callie," he demanded. I gave Tim my hand and he pulled me up onto his lap. I reached down and continued stroking his cock as he kissed me hard and his hands began exploring my body. I gasped when he cupped my breasts. Just the thought of a man wanting me like that felt so wonderful even though there was nothing there anatomically to actually cup.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked.

"Yes," I whimpered. "I love that." By now my own phallus was fully erect and touching Tim's. 

He knew I was uncomfortable with that so he lifted me up and turned me over. In a moment, his tongue was exploring the round, open button in my backside. I'd become very adept at ensuring that part of anatomy was absolutely as squeaky clean as humanly possible. I gasped. I was getting very wet from all of the saliva from his mouth. I froze when I felt his thumb penetrate me. I gasped again and Tim said, "Are you okay, sweetheart?" 

I moaned and murmured, "Very okay. That feels SO good, baby!" 

His thumb probed deeper and deeper preparing me for two and then three fingers. I loved being prepared like this and I alternated between sighs of pleasure and gasps of pleasant pain. "I want you inside me, sweetheart," I begged.

Tim got on his knees to take me doggy style but I said, "Uh, uh. I want to see your face when you enter me." I lay down and rolled over on my back and spread my legs wide as I lifted them high for my beautiful lover.

"Tell me if this hurts, okay, sweetie?" he said.

"Come here," I begged. 

Tim laid on top of me and we kissed passionately. "I want your beautiful cock inside of me SO bad, Tim. Please fuck me. Please?"

He raised up and arched his back. I felt his shaft probing until the alignment was perfect. "Mmmm. Right there, baby," I moaned. I felt the now-familiar pressure as the tip of his cock began spitting me open. "Mmmmm. Put it to me!"

I felt Tim push and in a moment, the head of his cock popped inside of me. "Oh, GOD that feels so GOOD!" I softly screamed.

Tim was very careful. He went in ever so slightly. Deeper. Then back. Deeper and out again.

"You okay, beautiful?" he asked me.

"Very okay. I love the way you're fucking me," I whimpered. "Your cock feels so wonderful inside me."

I was now very well lubricated and Tim was able to fuck me with a very nice rhythm that felt amazing. "Yes! Just like that. Oh, my God, baby. That feels so fucking good. Mmmmm. I love it. Keep fucking me, please!" I begged him.

I pulled Tim's muscular body as close to me as I could. I could tell he was getting ready to cum. "Kiss me, honey. Please." 

Our lips met with a passionate fury as his cock pounded me over and over and over. I felt him flex and then pull out. He kneeled between me and used his hand to finish himself off. "Cum all over my face—please!" I begged again.

In seconds, I was treated to several long, hot streams of Tim's beautiful cum which landed on my face, in my hair, and on my pretty new sweater. He collapsed on top of me and said, "I have never made love to anyone like that. Ever. Jesus. That was...amazing...Callie."

He raised up and kissed me. "Is it too weird to say 'thank you'?," he asked.

"Not at all," I said still panting. "Now I have to ask. How is it a man as good-looking as you has never done anything like that before?" I asked him.

He stroked my hair and kissed me again. "I wasn't that popular in high school and I only dated two girls in college. I was always studying school and by the time I'd met Amanda, I'd only been with four girls. None of them ever talked to me like you did and none of them ever let me..."

"Cum all over them?" I teased as I smiled at him.

"Well, yes. Truth be told, Amanda is fine with once a month and all she ever seems to want is missionary-position sex." He caught himself and said, "Is that TMI?"

"No, not at all," I said. "It's...total honesty and that's all that matters to me."

We held one another for awhile before I said, "Let me clean up and go pee myself and if you're um...up for it...you can fuck me again—if you'd like." I smiled wickedly at him and bit his lower lip as we kissed.

I came back out all cleaned up with a fresh coat of lipstick on before I laid down next to Tim. "Callie? Would it be too weird to ask you to wear something for me?"

I smiled at him and said, "I've been known to take requests. What do you have in mind?"

Tim sat up and said, "I bought something for you. There's a box just inside the walk-in closet over there." 

I brought the box out once I'd finished in the bathroom and sat it on the bed. "Victoria's Secret. Nice!" I said as I removed the ribbon and bow and lifted off the lid. Inside was a beautiful black satin negligee with a gorgeous black, knife-pleated robe to wear over it. I held it up to my body and raised my eyebrows. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Tim!"

"Put it on," Tim said.

I removed the shrug and slipped into the nightie and then put on the robe. I took a step back and modeled it for Tim who said, "Do you like it?"

"I love it!" I replied. "Thank you so much!" I moved closer to the bed and French kissed him long and slow. "It's beautiful, sweetheart," I whispered.

Tim said, "Wow. You look amazing."

I looked at him and said, "Well, that's a shame."

Tim was confused. "Why is that? I thought you liked it?"

"Oh, I do! I love it. But you're just going to have to take it off of me if you want to fuck me again." I let the robe fall to my feet as I joined him on the bed and immediately mounted his cock. I was still pretty much gaped and knew he would slide in much easier this time. I reached back and lined him up exactly where he needed to be. I lowered myself down as he slid right back inside of me.

"Do you like me top?" I said as I lifted up and slid back down over and over.

"God, yes," he grunted. "Oh, fuck, that feels good."

I bent over and kissed him and said, "Then shut up and fuck me again, okay? And really hard this time!"

Tim obliged me to the point where I was walking very gingerly on my way out to the car an hour later.

"Good night, Callie. I had an amazing time. May I see you again soon?"

I kissed him softly on the mouth and said, "Yes, you may. And very soon, please."

Tim and I texted and chatted on the phone the next few days as neither one us could find time to get away until Wednesday. Neither of us had seen Jurassic World yet so I agreed to meet him at a theater in near Tyson's Corner for an 8 o'clock showing.

It was still very warm during the day and the evenings were often muggy and just kind of funky. I spent quite a bit of time deciding what to wear because overdressing is another huge red flag. No woman wears a dress to the movies and it's rare to even see a skirt. I finally settled on a pair of skinny jeans and a white, sleeveless, rib-knit top with a jewel neckline. I wore a pair of flat sandals and carried a black baggy purse. I never leave the house without makeup, jewelry, and my nails done however, no matter where I'm going. I chose a pair of pretty silver earrings, a simple silver sausage-link necklace and a white Swatch. Wearing too much makeup is another big no-no but no girl like me is going to go out without makeup. It's just never gonna happen. I toned it down a notch by not wearing false eyelashes but otherwise wore what I normally wear. Lastly, I carried a matching cardigan on my arm just in case it got chilly inside.

Tim looked fantastic in a pair of Levis, a henley three-button shirt, and some casual shoes. He was waiting for me just outside the ticket area. He saw me first and quietly called out my name to catch my attention. I'd almost walked right past him!

"Tim! Hi!" I said as I stopped and moved toward him. 

He held out his arms for me and I put mine around his neck as he kissed me hello. "Hi, Callie. I am SO glad to see you!"

"Mmmm. Me, too," I said after our kiss while my arms were still around him. "I've missed you."

"Same here," Tim said. "Wow. You look as amazing in casual attire as you do in semi-formal." He stepped and said, "Let me get a look at you."

I smiled letting him know I appreciated the attention. "You look pretty good yourself, counselor," I told him.

We kissed again and then Tim suggested we get our tickets and go inside. The movie had been out for a few weeks so it was surprisingly empty inside. There were maybe 30 people total and we were able to get decent seats in the middle and toward the back. I loved holding hands and having Tim put his arm around me. Occasionally he would pull me close to get my attention and then kiss me softly. We managed to avoid the temptation to make out like teenagers but I did let my hand wander often throughout the movie. Scary moments were a great excuse to grab hold of what I'd been gently stroking during the calm parts! 

When the movie ended, Tim asked me to have coffee with him at a local shop. It was a nice neighborhood and I agreed to ride with him. I ordered decaf as I didn't want to be up all night and for the next half hour we sipped our drinks and chatted. 

"This is really nice," I told him.

"Yes, it is. I can't believe how easy you are to talk to and..."

"How easy I am?" I said with a smile and a quiet laugh.

"Your words, not mine, Callie," Tim said sweetly. "I know we both have to be up early tomorrow. I just wish we could..."

"No worries," I said interrupting him. "I'm definitely going to take care of you before I let you go home."

As we returned to the theater I said, "If you can find a nice, private place to park, that would be very nice." I already had my hand on his crotch and I squeezed his cock as I said the word "nice." Tim groaned quietly as he pulled into an isolated spot at the far end of the lot.

He left the engine running to the AC would stay on. "Um, how about we move to the back so I don't have to fight this stick to get to the one I want?" I said pointing to the gear shift. We both got out and re-entered through the back door.

We slid toward the middle and Tim pulled me close. "God, I've wanted you SO bad tonight, Callie."

"Then get your gorgeous cock out so I can give you what you want, okay?" I said stroking his growing erection through the denim material. 

Tim leaned back and I unbuckled his jeans and pulled open the buttons. He raised up and helped me pull them and his underwear down revealing a rock-hard erection.

"Oh, my! Someone is very glad to see me!" I teased. I kissed him passionately as I stroked his dick with one hand. "Mmmm. I love your cock, sweetheart," I whispered.

"Oh, Jesus, Callie. That feels SO fucking good."

"It's about to get a whole lot better," I whispered as I lowered my head and placed my full lips around the head of his shaft. I stayed there for a long time just sucking and licking the mushroom before going down all the way on him. Tim's sighs and moans of pleasures told me he was getting exactly what he wanted and needed so badly. So was I!

I alternated between sucking his cock hard and fast and long and oh-so-slow. I brought him to near orgasm over and over each time telling him, "Don't you dare cum until I give you permission."

"I won't," he moaned. "I'll be a good boy. I pr...promise. Oh, fuck, that feels good!"

I paused for a moment and said, "I have a surprise for you tonight, honey," before bobbing up and down again.

"What could be better than this, Callie?" he panted.

"I'm want to swallow your cum." As I said that, I very gently massaged his balls near the asshole and took him very deep. I felt him spasm so I made sure to use my tongue as I went back up and down waiting for his explosion. When the pre-cum came, I stopped bobbing and just sucked the tip until his hot load began streaming into my mouth. I took every drop and never let him slip out no matter how hard he bucked. When he could no longer stand to be touched, raised my head and smiled showing him all of his white goo in my mouth. I stuck my tongue out as I stroked his face with my hand. "Mmmm," I murmured as I swallowed his entire load. "That was yummy!" I told him. "Did you like that?"

Tim was still panting and trying to catch his breathe. "Fuck me!" he said. 

"Not tonight," I teased.

"No. I mean...that was THE best blow job I've ever had in my life. Fuck that was nice!" he said still puffing heavily. 

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then, okay?" I said still smiling. 

We French kissed some more before Time said, "Callie? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I said as I sat back. I had one hand on his chest as I suggested he might want to pull his pants back up before the little security vehicle drove by and shined its line inside the car.

"Oh, right. Good idea," he said as he put his now soft penis back inside his underwear and then pulled up his 501s.

"So what's on your mind tonight, handsome?" I asked. 

Tim pulled me next to him and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Remember me mentioning my best friend when you asked who knew about my um...interest in girls like you?"

"From college, right? Sure, I remember."

He stroked my shoulder-length hair as he said, "I hope you don't mind but I told him about you. About us. I just had to talk to someone and I trust him with my life. Is that okay?"

I kept my hand on his chest as I looked up and said, "Of course. I'm glad you have someone you're so close with like that. What did he say when you told him about me?"

"Well, this is where I'm hoping that total honesty is what matters the most."

"That sounds ominous," I said. "Go on."

"His name is Dave, by the way. He asked if he could tell Beth—his wife—about you and I told him I thought that would be okay. I've know her almost as long as Dave and I trust her just as much."

"That seems fine. My only concern is if she mentions something to Amanda. Is that something you'd be worried about?"

"Definitely not. Amanda has never liked Dave and she can't stand Beth. We used to get together pretty often but their was an...incident a couple of years ago and since then, she won't even talk to Beth. And no, it didn't involve her and me. So no, that's just not gonna happen."

"Then that shouldn't be an issue. How did they react when you told them?"

"They're both very open-minded people so I expected they would be at least sympathetic. Their reaction was even more enthusiastic than that and well, frankly, they'd love to have us join them for drinks and/or dinner this weekend."

"Really? Wow! That IS amazing. May I ask whether this is out of some kind of sexual curiosity or is this legitimate?"

"Oh, it's totally legitimate. They're both really, really happy for me. I've never talked about anyone the way I talked to Dave about you. Is there some element of curiosity there? Sure. I mean, neither one of them have ever met a...a girl like you before, but they're also both well-educated attorneys so it's not like this a trailer-park kind of thing."

"In that case, I'd love to," I said. "Please tell them we'd love to get together with them. Just let me know how to dress and I'll be happy to meet them."

Tim pulled me closer and said, "You are simply amazing, Miss Callie Coe. Did you know that?"

I snuggled up and kissed him and said playfully, "Yeah, I pretty much knew that already. What took you so long to figure that out?" We both laughed and kissed for a while longer before saying goodnight. 

"I'll text you with the details, okay?" Tim said as I touched up my lipstick. 

"Sounds perfect and thank you for a very nice evening, Tim." We hugged and then he went around and opened my door for me. I stood up and said, "Thank you, sweetheart," I said.

"Did you know I love it when you call me that?" Tim told me as he took me in his arms. He kissed me again then said, "Good night, honey."

"And I love it when you call me—that. Good night, Tim."

I was incredibly busy at work the next two days but I did make time to respond to Tim's texts as soon as I had a free moment. I occasionally get some grief for having two cell phones but no one can really figure out why I have the second phone. "It's not like you're married and having an affair so what the hell? Why do you need a second phone?" 

Most of the time I just smile and say something like, "One for each hand. Any other questions?" That leaves the other guy laughing or just shaking his head. I'm good at my job so no one actually cares.

The first text was all about our date and how much Tim enjoyed it. "Me, too!" I answered back. The next one told me we needed to decide whether we wanted to eat or just have drinks. I told him I didn't care and would let him decide for us. Tim liked that and said he'd sign us up for both. That way, he said, we'd have more time to get to know them and enjoy each other's company.




Tim, Callie, Dave and Beth



Like most men, I had to remind him I needed to know how to dress. He apologized for forgetting and said he'd have Dave check with Beth and get back to me. A few hours later he texted me that it would be "casual plus." He explained that meant nothing formal but no jeans, t-shirts, or anything with flowers on it. Okay, that made me laugh. I asked him what he planned to wear and he replied with a question: What would you like me to wear? I told him he wasn't doing a very good of leading in this relationship to which he replied: True, but am I doing a good job in bed? (Smiley face, smiley face.) I texted back, "Okay, I'll give you credit there for doing a GREAT job but I like men who are decisive and take charge." Seconds later I got a text that read: Dark grey button-down shirt, black Dockers, comfortable shoes. Good enough? (Smiley face.) Me: Finally! Yes, good enough. See you at 8pm? Him: Nope. Make it 7:30. And don't be late. Decisive enough for you? Me: Gettin' there. Keep at it. I'll make a real man out of you yet! Him: Mmmm. Promise? (Smiley face.) Me: Promise. See you then!

I knew exactly what I wanted to wear. In fact, I almost bought it when I was out shopping for the dress I wore to dinner. I hoped it was still there and in my size. I've been able to fit nicely into a size 10 or a medium top for about four years. Prior to that, I had to wear a 12 or a large. 

I left work and headed straight for the Fair Oaks Mall and directly to the shop where I'd seen it. The display had migrated from the front of the store to the back but to my delight, it was indeed still there. The top was the cutest black, rib-knit sweater with thin straps with a straight neck. It had a matching cardigan as part of the sweater set and was paired with a very cute gold-colored skirt that had a split in back and that came to about four inches above the knee. 

I didn't need another pair of shoes. I just couldn't think of a reason not to buy this awesome pair of Sam Edelman Ankle-Strap sandals with 4-inch heels that I saw! They were to-die-for cute so they came home with me, too. Okay, I didn't need more jewelry, either, but that wasn't going to stop me from looking! I cruised several counters until I saw exactly what I was looking for! A pair of black spinel curved earrings in 14k gold over black onyx. And right next to it was the prettiest necklace! It was a gold rope that fit snugly around my neck with black epoxy stones, one of which was connected to necklace but sat just below the necklace itself. Lastly, I bought a Kate Spade "Brass and Black" hinged bracelet. How I loved dressing up as a woman!

I didn't really need another waxing after just one week but chose to go anyway. I also had a friend who worked as a stylist named Trisha who knew my "secret" and who loved doing my hair for me. The first time I saw her, I went in in my male attire and asked to talk to her privately and told her what I wanted to do. She was a little apprehensive and asked me to come in as her last appointment of the day. She knew I'd be in drag but she had no idea how I dressed or what I'd look like, so that seemed entirely reasonable. I showed up about 15 minutes early and she said, "Oh, I'm sorry, hon. I have one appointment left at 7 o'clock and it's already taken. Can I possibly fit you in another day?" 

I walked over closer and said, "Trisha? It's me. Callie."

She was at the cash register and when it well—registered with her who I was she said, "Oh, my God. Get out of here! Are you kidding me?" There was one other girl still there and she was getting ready to leave. Trish said to me, "Hold on, okay?" Then she called to the other girl and said, "Before you go home, I want you to meet a new customer." The girl came over and Trisha introduced us. "This is Callie. She's a first-time customer." We shook hands and I said hello and the girl said she was in a real hurry and had to run. Trish said, "Remember I told you who my last customer was going to be today?" The other girl's jaw dropped as she looked at Trish and then back at me. She put her hands over her mouth and said, "Oh, my God! Are you kidding me? This is her?" She put her hands down and then said again, "Oh...my...God! Would you mind? I mean, could I take a picture with you?" Trisha told her not to do that but I said it would be fine. We posed and Trisha used her phone to take a couple of pics and the girl told me, "I would never have guessed. You look very...believable. Wow! I can't wait to show the other girls tomorrow!" She told Trisha she wanted some "after" pics once my hair was done. Trisha looked at me and I nodded letting her know that would be okay. She was heading out the door when she said, "No one's gonna believe me! This is just so cool!" 

Trisha and I both laughed as she said, "She's right, you know. You like more like a girl than a lot of girls do." 

I had a 5:30pm appointment with her so I had to be completely dressed and ready to go other than my hair which I pulled back into a ponytail. There were a couple of customers waiting and Trish and that same girl were there as was a third girl I hadn't met. The "other" girl (I finally learned her name was Joan) saw me and did a double take then waved at me. "Trish? You're 5:30 is here," she said. I saw her lean over and say something to the third girl who stopped what she was doing to take a peek my way. Her eyes opened wide and I heard her say, "No way! You weren't kidding, were you?" I just smiled and waited my turn.

By 6:30, my hair was very soft, silky, and wavy. Not curly, just some nice, soft waves with some wispy bangs in front. "That's perfect, Trisha!" I said as she turned me around to inspect her work.

"Big date tonight, Callie?" she asked as she rang me up.

"Yes, indeed!" I told her. "We're having dinner with another couple. His best friend from college and his wife."

"Well, I hope you have a wonderful time. You look beautiful, btw. You have such a sense of style about you. I hope your man appreciates that."

"I believe he does," I said as I smiled and got ready to leave. 

Before I left she said, "Oh, before I forget, do you mind if I take a couple of pics to keep Joan happy?" I told her that was fine by me.

I thanked her again and got ready for the alway-crazy, unpredictable drive around the beltway to take me into Maryland to Tim's house where we'd have a drink before heading over to meet Dave and Beth. On the way there I got flipped off by one angry old man and a rather cute black guy who passed me slowed back down and motioned for me to roll down my window. Traffic was very heavy and we were only doing about 25mph so I decided to play along. He looked over and said, "Hey, baby. What's goin' on? You wanna get yourself some of this?" He smiled as he used one hand to emphasize his body as the "this" I could get. I wasn't about to yell because that's something I can't do in a feminine voice. I just smiled and shook my head and mouthed, "No thank you." As my window was rolling up I heard the words, "Then fuck you—bitch!" as he darted in and out of several lanes. Never a dull moment on I-495.

I pulled into Tim's place at 7:28 according to my car's digital clock. I got out of my car and headed to the sidewalk when I heard a a man's voice call out, "Hey, Amanda! Haven't you seen you in a while. How are thi..." The voice cut off in mid-sentence once I looked directly at its source. "Oh, um...sorry. I thought you were Tim's wife. I...um..." I kept walking, smiled, and noticed the man just turned around and busied himself with something.

I didn't ring the doorbell but just walked in and began looking for Tim. I made it all the way to the bedroom before I found him and since I didn't announce myself, I definitely surprised him. "Jesus, Callie! You just scared the shit out of me. Don't you knock?" he said.

"Not in my own home," I said playfully. I moved closer to him and said, "This is my home, isn't it? I mean, didn't you make love to me right there in that very bed?"

Tim hadn't finished dressing and I watched as his cock literally grew erect right before my very eyes. "Hmmm. I think someone is glad to see me." I stepped closer, reached out and pulled his cock out of his boxers and stroked it. "Mmmm. Is this mine, too?" I teased.

"Oh, God..." Tim murmured.

I sat down my purse and sweater on the bed then pushed him onto it. I knelt down and took him deep into my mouth. "Oh, fuck! Oh, my...God. Callie, we're gonna be la...Oh, shit!"

I was staring at Tim while I blew him. I came up for air and said, "Don't worry. This is just your warm up, okay? Don't hold back this time. Cum whenever you're ready. But this time don't you dare get one drop on me, understand?" Tim just nodded his head as I went right back to work skillfully using my hands, lips, and tongue until Tim exploded in my mouth. I hungrily swallowed every bit then licked and sucked him clean.

"Jesus, Callie. Fuck me!" Tim said trying to catch his breath.

"Hello to you to, too, sweetheart," I teased. "You better clean yourself up and get dressed. We don't want to be late, do we?"

I went into the bathroom to reapply my lipstick while Tim finished putting on his clothes. I came out and told him, "You look a little flushed, counselor. Is everything okay?"

As we walked outside, Tim's neighbor was still there. He saw us together and I whispered, "He thought I was Amanda when he saw me come in."

"Oh, great," Tim said quietly before calling out, "Hey, Herb! Good to see you. Say hello to Marg for me, okay?"

"Uh, sure thing, Tim. Take care."

As we got into Tim's car I asked, "Is your neighbor a concern?"

"No. Yes. Well, maybe. I mean, he's a senior partner at another firm. His wife and Amanda have spent some time together so it may somehow get back to Amanda I'm already dating and..."

"And possibly someone could learn you're dating a girl like me?" I offered.

"Yeah, but you know what? I don't care anymore. What I do on my time and with whom I do it is my fucking business. She called me yesterday to tell me she's not coming back and this morning I filed the divorce petition with the court."

I laughed and said, "Wow! That was fast. Speaking of 'fucking business'—well, judging by this week, what you do with me is all about the business of fucking so..."

Tim and I arrived at Dave and Beth's about 20 minutes later. They, too, had a beautiful home in the suburbs of Maryland. But then, both of them were successful attorneys so no surprise there.

Tim rang the doorbell and a very attractive, maybe early 30s-something woman opened the door. "Tim! Hi! Come in!" As he passed by she kissed him on the cheek then turned to me and said, "You must be Callie. I'm Beth. It is so nice to meet you!" She held out her arms and did the same.

"Hi, Beth. It's wonderful to meet you, too. Thank you for having us!"

"Our pleasure!" she said as she led us toward the kitchen where a very nice-looking man was setting up champagne flutes on the granite countertop.

"Honey? Tim and Callie are here."

The man stopped what he was doing and came around the island and grabbed Tim's hand. "Hey, dude! It's great to see you. You're looking good!" Then he looked over at me and said, "Okay, Tim told us you were good looking but man-oh-man was that an understatement! Hi, Callie. I'm Dave. It's so good to finally meet you." He put one hand on my upper arm and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you, Dave. It's nice to meet you, too. You guys have such a beautiful home!" I said.

Beth replied by saying, "Thank you, Callie. Let me just say that Dave is absolutely right. You look just...incredible!"

"Well, coming from someone who looks like a prettier version of the actress Leslie Bibb, I'll take that as a real compliment!" Beth's hair was pulled back in a bun and she was wearing a sleeveless black, rib-knit sweater with white linen pants. 

"Well then, let me thank you! I love Leslie Bibb!" Beth said. "I used to watch her in the TV show Popular many years ago when I was in college." Beth looked at Dave then back at me and said, "You're not the first person who's said I look like her, btw, so again, thank you, Callie!"

Dave spoke up and said, "Tim, ladies. We have champagne. Can I pour everyone a glass?"

"Honey, would like some champagne?" Tim asked me. 

"Yes, thank you, sweetheart," I replied.

"Oh, my God! You two make the sweetest couple ever!" Beth said. She turned toward Dave and said, "So why don't you ever talk to me like that, David?" 

Dave finished pouring the first two glasses and handed them to Dave and me as he said, "Well, if you looked like Callie, maybe I would."

Tim and I just looked at one another and he saw the look of horror on my face then the three of them all started laughing. "Callie, these two are stone cold in love with each other and that's just the kind of thing they say all the time. They're just kidding around."

"Except for the part about you looking amazing, Callie," Dave chirped.

"He's right about that," Beth said. "I wouldn't mind looking like you at all!" 

I said, "If good taste in clothes counts, then you look sensational Beth," I said honestly. "I absolutely love your outfit!" She was wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck that was ribbed so I was definitely digging her top. She had very tiny, maybe large A or small B-cup boobs which was also a turn-on for me in guy mode. And I have to admit I was deeply envying the very expensive white linen pants she was wearing. I would most definitely wear exactly what she had on it. I found myself getting hard just thinking about it—and her. That was very unusual (but not unheard of) for me in girl mode but as they say, it is what it is, right?

She took her glass then said, "Why don't you two love birds come in and have a seat in the family room so we can talk before dinner—which will be ready in about 15 minutes, btw."

Beth put her arm in mine and said, "Come on, Callie. Let's sit down and chat, okay?"

Dave and Tim were right behind us and I heard Dave say quietly to Tim, "Jesus, man. You weren't kidding. She really is smoking hot. Damn, dude!" I heard what sounded like a clap on Tim's back but I pretended to be unaware.

"Let's sit down here together and that way the guys can sit and talk about work or football or whatever it is guys talk about. I want to know all about you!"

I sat down next to her on the couch as Tim and Dave sat on a matching sofa a few feet across from us. "So Callie. Where are you from, what do you do, hobbies—whatever."

"Well," I began.

"Oh, before I forget, I love your outfit! It is just so cute and sexy! Where did you get it if you don't mind me asking?"

"Thank you, Beth, and not at all. I found it at the Fair Oaks Mall a few days ago when I was shopping for a dress to wear on our first date. I ended up at the Galleria but made a note to go back and buy this if I got the chance and when Tim asked me to come over tonight, well..."

"Well, it's perfect. It's so cute. It seems we may have similar tastes when it comes to clothes. Maybe we could go shopping together sometime," she suggested. I told her I'd love to as she said, "Okay, sorry for the sidebar. I tend to rabbit trail a lot. I am just so excited about meeting you! So again, please tell me about yourself."

I spent the next few minutes giving Beth the short version of my life from growing up overweight and with terribly bucked teeth to my 'transition' in high school when I got the braces off and started weight lifting. I told her about going to the University of Washington or "The U Dub" as we all called it, my marriage, divorce, my job and meeting Tim. Just enough detail to satisfy her but nothing about why I love crossdressing or how that impacted my previous marriage. I didn't have to as Beth had plenty of questions about those things.

I did my best to answer each one of them honestly and as completely as I could without getting personal about the details of "the double date" or how Tim and I spent our time alone.

"I am just so fascinated, Callie. I've never even met someone who's transgendered let alone spoken with them and you are just such a perfect role model for your community!"

"Well, thank you," I said. "I don't actually look at myself as either a role model or part of a 'community' but I know just what you mean and that's very kind of you."

Beth was suddenly horrified. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry! Oh, Callie! That must have sounded so awful. I didn't mean it like that at all. Oh, my God! Please forgive me."

I smiled and put my hand on her arm and said, "There's nothing to apologize for, Beth. I not only didn't take offense, I truly appreciated what you said. It was clearly heartfelt and that meant a lot to me so please, please don't feel bad, okay?"

Beth sat down her glass and slide over and hugged me. "Thank you. I would be positively sick had I offended you. Thank you for being so understanding. It's just that well, Amanda and I didn't exactly hit it off so well and I really want us to be good friends."

Out of the blue Dave said, "Uh, Beth? We don't really need to go into our relationship with Amanda, do we?"

Beth shot him a look then said, "She's just such a...prude. And who stops being friends just for suggesting we all..."

"Honey! Let's please find something else to talk about, okay?" Dave said with a polite but terse smile.

Tim jumped in changed the subject. "Beth. I felt exactly the same way the first time I spoke to Callie. I had so many things I wanted to say and so many questions to ask but I was paralyzed with fear because I did NOT want to mess up any chance I might have to get to know her. This is all just very new territory for the three of us and while I don't presume to speak for Callie, I think she fully understands that." He took a breath then looked at me and asked, "Am I doing okay here, honey?"

I smiled and said, "I couldn't have said it better myself, sweetie. That was perfect. After all, I am a...um...well...a unique kind of girl."

Everyone laughed which broke whatever tension may have been building over mentioning Amanda. Dave stood up and said, "Well, with that understanding, how about we have some dinner." He moved over toward Beth and held out his hand for her and said, "Sweetheart?" 

Beth smiled, took his hand and replied with, "Well, it's nice to see you two are having a positive effect on my husband. I was beginning to wonder if he'd forgotten there was another woman in the room." 

Everyone laughed politely again and we moved to the dining room where Beth proceeded to serve us all an amazing dinner of what may be the best coc au vin I've ever eaten. The chardonnay that accompanied the meal was also superb as was the conversation which trended heavily toward various legal cases they'd won or lost since their last get together. I was happy to smile a lot, nod my head, and say deep things, "Oh, really?" and, "That's amazing!" 

After dinner, everyone returned to the family room with a full glass of wine. Counting the champagne before dinner, this would be everyone's fourth glass. I was definitely feeling the effects and I knew Beth had to be even more tipsy than me. She was maybe 5'6" and couldn't weigh more than 110 pounds, if that. The result was a turn in the conversation to areas no one had yet touched but which seemed inevitable.

"So I understand you actually filed for divorce this week. Is that true, Tim?" Dave said as he took another sip of his wine.

"It is. Amanda called me and said she was planning to stay at her parents home and told me she wanted a divorce. I didn't tell her I'd already had the petition drawn up but I did file it with the court the next morning."

"Well, good riddance, as far I'm concerned," Beth said caustically. "You deserve so much better, Tim. My God, no girl in her right mind would ever say 'no' to a guy as good looking as you. But getting sex from Amanda was like pulling teeth. I mean, if you'd have agreed to have a kid, she'd have used that as excuse to reduce once a month to once a year. Bitch." She paused for a moment then put her hand on my arm and said, "We hear that isn't an issue with you two!"




Tim, Callie, Dave and Beth



Dave groaned while Tim just smiled. "Hon-ney!" Dave said. 

"No, it's okay!" I said. "I don't know how much Tim's told you but I can confirm there is no teeth pulling involved in our relationship."

"Oh, I knew it!" Beth exclaimed. "Oh, no. I don't mean it like that. Tim's been a perfect gentleman. No details of any kind and believe me, I've tried to get them! All he's said is that you are just the most amazing woman he's ever been with."

"And that's the truth!" Tim said. "Callie is amazing. She's everything I've been wanting in a woman for a very long time."

"Everything and a little bit...more?" I teased. Dave and Beth roared!

"Okay. So, Callie. I'm dying to know. Do you only date guys or...?"

"Well," I began. "I only date one person at a time so let's be very clear about that, shall we?" More laughter. "Let me put it this way. Callie dates only men although she could easily find herself becoming interested in a beautiful woman under the right circumstances while her alter ego, Cal, only and always dates women. Does that answer your question?"

Beth took another drink then said, "Well, kind of. I have another question."

"Don't you dare!" Dave said. "Beth..."

"Oh, hush! Callie's a grown woman. She can answer for herself or tell me to go fuck off." Beth turned back toward me then said, "So, Callie. Let's say you knew another couple that thought you were really, really attractive and they really, really wanted to um...you know, get to know you better."

"Oh, my God!" Dave said. "This is exactly how things went south with Amanda. Can you just give it a rest? Please?"

Tim seemed rather amused by all this when I glanced over at him. He threw up his hands and said, "Sorry, honey. There's no stopping the freight train known as Beth. Just please keep an open mind, okay?" he pleaded.

"O...kaaay," I said. "Should I be worried here?" I said with a smile.

Dave shook his head, Tim shrugged and Beth said, "Not at all! I'm just curious to know if you might be interested in...if you'd consider...you know, getting to a know a couple better."

I smiled and said, "Oh. A couple. As in a couple that might be named Beth and Dave? That kind of a couple?" I teased.

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact," she said excitedly. "We're both very open-minded, very progressive people and we enjoy trying um...you know...new things. And well, we'd really hoped Amanda might be as open-minded as we are so..."

Tim and Dave both snorted loudly at the same time. The "jinx" situation caused both of them to howl with laughter. "Amanda? Open-minded? Yeah, right!" Dave said. "Ha! Open-minded like a steel trap that's rusted shut." Another snort.

I was sure that this topic would not have come up were everyone stone-cold sober. But after several drinks and a lot of very pleasant conservation, it really didn't seem that strange. And being the um...special kind of woman I am, I was most definitely interested. I just wasn't sure Tim felt the same way so I looked over at him and nodded toward the kitchen. He got up and walked there with me.

"This wasn't my idea, Callie. I swear! This isn't a setup. This wasn't planned. It's just..."

"It's okay, Tim. I believe you. The question is this: do you want to do this or not?"

"Callie, I'm here with you. You'e the only woman I want to be with. I don't need...that," he said as he nodded toward Dave and Beth.

"Yeah, but Beth is really pretty. Are you sure you don't have any interest there? And Dave must have some feelings about his best friend fucking his wife. I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know what's really going on here," I told him.

Tim took a deep breath and said, "Here's the deal. Dave is the one who's REALLY um...interested in you, Callie. And Beth's had a thing for me since, well, shit...since the thing with Amanda. When she found out things were really bad at home, she made it pretty clear she was available but also that she'd never hurt Dave. Nor would I for that matter. It'd have to be something we all agreed on. And at one point, Dave agreed to a threesome but it felt like it was more out of pity for his best friend than out of any desire to share his wife with another guy. So I just couldn't do it. It would really make things weird after that."

"And this wouldn't?" I asked. Tim didn't respond so I kept talking. "Look, I'm here with you. I like you. But you know you can't marry me or anything, right? So if this is something you really want—if you want to finally be with Beth—and if this is the only way you can do that, then, well, why not? I mean, Dave is really cute. He's not you, but he is very handsome. You and Beth could—you know, and Dave and I could well... He is interested in me, right?" Tim nodded. I continued. "So just tell me what you want, okay? And before you do, please keep in mind I'm not really a girl with feelings like women have. You won't be hurting me if you want to have sex with Beth and you can still fuck me after this—I promise!" I smiled and put my arms around him and said, "I think it's pretty clear that you've got the hots for Leslie Bibb as much as you do for a 'girl like me.' So why don't you indulge your fantasy and have your cake and um...eat it...and...fuck it...too. Let's just let nature its course and see where this goes."

"You are really amazing, Miss Callie Coe. Are you sure you're okay with this?" he said as he put his arms around me.

"Absolutely. Let's do this!"

When we walked back into the room I sat back down next to Beth, looked at the guys then back at her and said, "So...don't the girls usually get this kind of thing started?"

Beth brushed my hair back and said, "I hope so. I've been dying to kiss you all night." She leaned over and our glossy lips met and slipped and slid around as our tongues playfully probed one another's mouths. 

I reached behind Beth and undid the scrunchy that held her hair in a bun and let it fall loosely around her shoulders. She ran her hair through to give it body and shook it out then laid back on the sofa while taking my hand and pulling me on top of her. I noticed the guys get up and move closer as I followed Beth down on the sofa and kissed her again softly. She reached for my hand and the site of her red nails with my own thrilled me. I told her how beautiful she was then slid my hand down her sweater and massaged her breast. Beth gasped and kissed me harder and more passionately.

"Can we please have some cock over here, boys?" Beth moaned. 

Dave was closer to her and as soon as his pants were off Beth reached out and grabbed his growing shaft. "Closer, honey," Beth said in between kisses. Dave stood against the couch as Beth stroked his cock. She pulled him directly in front of my face and said softly, "Here, Callie. My gift to you." I raised my head and took Dave's thick cock into my mouth. As I did, he raised me up off of Beth who sat up on that end of the couch. I turned Dave around and pushed him onto the couch then went down on my knees between his legs as Tim stood in front of Beth who greedily took his huge dick into her warm mouth. "I've wanted this for SO long. Oh, my God, Tim. Your cock is so amazing!"

"Callie, you are so beautiful," Dave gasped. "My God, that feels amazing."

"Is Callie a good cocksucker, sweetheart?" Beth asked as she slurped Tim's cock.

"God yes!" he said. Dave was holding my head down which I loved and I held his cock in my mouth as deeply as I could for as long as I could. When I began to retch he let up on the pressure leaving huge streams of saliva behind. I caught my breath and went back down for more. 

I could hear Beth doing the same thing with my boyfriend's cock and the sound of it turned me on immensely. 

"Let's move this to the bedroom," Dave said. In less than 30 seconds everyone was their huge, King-sized bed with the girls' mouths filled with hot, stiff cocks. The sounds of slurping and the heads of cocks popping out of our mouths was heavenly.

"Fuck me, Tim," Beth begged. "Please don't make me keep waiting." Tim slid off Beth's soft, white pants and white panties and mounted her immediately. I watched him slide deep inside her pussy as she gasped and moaned.

"Feel good, baby?" Dave asked.

"Oh, my GOD!" Beth screamed. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh, God. Fuck me!"

Dave lifted up his head and said, "Callie, I want to make love to you so bad." 

I quickly unzipped my skirt and removed my padded undergarment and panties. I said Dave, "I have only one restriction. My very large clit is off limits. Anything else goes, okay?"

Dave opened a drawer on the nightstand and took out a tube of KY jelly. "Will this work okay? he asked.

"Perfect!" I said. "Do you have protection?"

"Right here," he said as he produced a ribbed Trojan from the same drawer.

"Then fuck away," I said as we kissed.

Dave wasn't as big as Tim but he was more than adequate. He took his time entering me and then picked up the pace. I loved when his cock hit my prostate gland. I loved holding a man tight when that happened but I wanted Dave to be in complete control this time so I took whatever he gave me. And oh, my did he ever give!

Several minutes later I heard Beth moaning loudly. Her breathing was fast and hard and I knew she was getting ready to cum. "Fuck her good, honey," I said even as Dave's balls were slapping hard against my ass. The moment Beth began to cum, Dave exploded inside me filling the condom full of hot, sticky goo. Spent, he withdrew and stood up to remove the condom as did Tim. That left me laying next to Beth who said, "Come here sexy girl."

I slid over and kissed her and began diddling her clit. "Oh, fuck!" she groaned. "That feels so good, sweetie!"

"Does your restriction apply to me, Callie?" Beth whispered. 

"No," I said softly. 

Beth rolled me over on my back and got on top of me. She reached out her hand asking Dave for another condom which she opened to place on my hardening shaft. "Holy fuck! You have the biggest...I've ever seen! Look you two!" Beth said. 

I heard the guys laugh as Dave said, "Uh, yeah. We've noticed."

Beth covered me then slid down on my own shaft. "Do you like me being on top, baby?" Beth asked.

"Yes. Very much," I said truthfully. "Mmmm. I love when you take control," I told her.

Beth was grinding hard on my cock as she kissed me and cupped my boobs. "God, they feel SO real. This is so exciting, Callie. Are you having fun too, baby?" she asked me.

"Mmmm, yessss!" I moaned. "You're an amazing lover, Beth."

Beth rocked and slid up and down pulling on my shoulders until she couldn't take any more. "Oh, God. I'm gonna cum again. Oh God, oh God, oh...fuuuuck!" she screamed.

Just then I released a massive load of cum into the condom inside her pussy. We lay there panting and kissing one another softly for a minute and thanking each other for being such a great lay.

The guys were sitting on the bed watching us and as we both orgasmed, we noticed both of them were getting hard again. "Callie, look! Someone was enjoying the show." I looked up and saw two very large dicks pointing my way.

"It wouldn't be very nice of us to leave our men in that kind of condition, would it, Beth?" I said.

"No, indeed. That would be very wrong of us. We're going to have to take action to reduce that swelling. And by the looks of things, immediate action!"

"Why don't you take care of my husband again, Callie? I don't think he can get enough of you."

"I'd love to!" I said. "Dave? Can you bring your big cock over here so I can address this swelling issue?" 

Dave slid along the sheets on his knees toward me as he said to Tim, "Looks like you're going to get some more intensive care from Beth. You're in good hands, my friend."

Beth's blow job lasted less than 30 seconds before she begged Tim to fuck her again. I noticed that this time he didn't bother wearing a condom which made no difference to me. I just hoped it would be okay with Dave. Then again, he was far too busy shoving his fat cock into my mouth to notice or care. I was again completely turned on by the sound of a man's balls slapping against a woman's pussy mingled with the sounds of me mouth fucking this handsome man.

"Callie?" Dave grunted. "Can I please fuck you again?"

I let his cock pop out of my mouth and as I gasped for air, I said, "Of course you can."

This time I got on my knees so that Dave could take my ass from behind. Beth begged me to move closer so we could kiss while Tim fucked her. Her head and entire body were being violently shaken up and down making it hard to lock my lips on hers. I did my best while Dave lubed up his hard cock after putting on another condom so that he could enter me. I wasn't sure whether or not I was still gaped but I didn't care. I wanted him back inside of me SO bad I could feel his cock inside me before he entered my waiting hole.

Beth was literally screaming as Tim fucked her with furious abandonment. I watched her body freeze as every muscles tensed in anticipation of another orgasm. "Oh, my...fucking...GOD!" Beth screamed. "Yes! Yes! Oh, YES!!" Tim didn't withdraw which meant he was filling Beth's pussy with his hot cum. She was still whimpering as Tim shuddered then collapsed on her.

"Baby, you look so hot fucking Callie," Beth said. She reached out and took my hand. "Callie, is there any way you might consider a one-time exception to your rule? For me? Please?"

I was on the verge of cumming again myself just from having my prostate stimulated so much. Add to the that the sheer excitement of all of the sex and pleasure going on and it was just overwhelming.

"Do you want to fuck me again, sweetie?" I asked as Dave kept hammering me.

"I'd love that but I want let my husband do something he's fantasized about for a very long time."

Dave stopped fucking and said, "Beth. It's okay. This is fine."

"What is it you want to see, Bethie?" I asked as I gasped for breath.

"I've wanted to watch my husband take a man's cock in his mouth forever and he told me he'd do it for me and that he even gets off sometimes thinking about it."

I looked over at Tim who said, "It's been a free-for-all night so if you've okay with it, so am I."

I rolled over on my back and said to Dave, "Get your mouth down here you dirty little cocksucker." Dave looked wildly excited and embarrassed. I was hoping he'd enjoy the humiliation but had no way of knowing. 

I thought I was right when Beth joined in. "Oh, look who's going to suck a cock in front of his wife and his best friend!" Dave was now between my legs and Beth reached over and grabbed my cock.

"Is this what you want little cocksucker?"

"Yes," Dave said.

Beth waived it in front of his face and said, "Then you'll have to prove you really want it. Let us hear you beg for Callie's cock. Come on, be a good little wanna-be cocksucker and beg for it."

Dave looked at Beth and said, "May I please suck Callie's cock?"

Beth mocked him and said, "Oh, listen to him beg! But it isn't MY cock. Shouldn't you be begging Callie to suck it?"

Dave looked at me and said, "Callie. May I please, please suck your cock?"

"Yes you may, David. Go ahead. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it. But Dave? If you do, you have to swallow every drop of my cum. Can you be a good little cocksucker AND a cum swallower on your first try?"

"Yes," Dave said. He was desperate.

"Then go ahead. Take me into your mouth." Dave lowered his head and began giving me an amazing blow job.

"Oh, look, Tim! Your best friend likes sucking cocks. Isn't that sweet?"

"Hey, maybe we should dress him up in a bra and panties, too!" Tim said. 

"I'll do his makeup for him," I purred. Dave was actually doing a great job and I was very close to cumming again. Beth was rubbing my balls as her husband sucked me off. 

"Oh, that's a good boy, David," Beth said. "Look at you being such a sweet little cocksucker! I think you've found your calling in life."

"Oh, fuuuuck!" I said. 

"Don't you miss one little drop, David. You hear me?" Beth ordered.

Dave tried to nod his head as I blew my load into his mouth. He held on for dear life and did indeed take in every drop. "Let us see you swallow it!" Beth teased. Dave opened his mouth showing us my cum and then swallowed it all in one big gulp.

Beth curled up next to me and kissed me. "Thank you for that, Callie. That really meant a lot to Dave—and to me. Thank you so much!" We kissed again for a short while before Beth suggested we start cleaning up some of the mess we'd made.

It wasn't long before everyone was dressed and back out in the living room. "More wine or has everyone had enough?" Dave asked.

"I can't speak for anyone else, but it seems like you got enough a few minutes ago, good buddy," Tim teased. "You know I'm only gonna bring this up every time I see you from now on, right? 

Dave laughed. "I have no doubt you will, my friend, but you know what? That experience was worth taking a battleship full of your shit!" He then turned to me and said, "Again. Thank you, Callie. That was really amazing."

"You're welcome. And I have to say I enjoyed it—and being fucked by you—and Beth—very much." I paused for a moment and then said, "The only person I haven't been able to fuck tonight is my boyfriend."

Tim put his arm around me and said, "Well, you did tell me the blow job before we came here was just a warm up, right honey?"

I kissed him and said, "I did indeed say that. So do you want to take me home and fuck me?" I asked playfully.

"Absolutely!" he said.

"Well then, I think we'd better be going," I said to Beth and Dave. "Thank you both for a truly amazing night and if you'd ever care to do this again, I can assure you I'll be up for it." 

Dave and Beth were holding hands and we all laughed as we said our goodbyes.