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Caught! By Jerri Lea When that feeling comes over me, I know I'm going to dress up and go as far as possible. Last night I went further than I had ever gone before. My wife works nights, so I have a fair idea of what time she'll get home, but it can vary an hour or more. The thought of getting caught adds to the spice. So last night I decided to push getting caught as far as possible. Knowing that there would be no way to explain a hairless body, I shaved everything. The feeling of smooth legs was incredible, as was the cool feel of air all over my body. Then I glued on long fingernails and painted them bright red. I also painted my toenails. I knew I was going to be found out. I slipped out of my robe and found that the long nails were going to make getting dressed more time consuming. Wearing a wig makes the illusion of being a woman visually real for me, so I always put that on first, then I get dressed. I love to have to watch my hair so that it doesn't get caught in my bra strap or dress as I'm getting ready. My wife has a long wig that matches my hair color closely and that's my favorite. I like to toss my long hair around front and let the soft curls cover one breast as I put on my makeup. Next I put on the pantyhose. I like dark colors. They look slutty and cheap, like the way I want to feel when I dress. If I concentrate, I can get the pantyhose on and up over my hips before my erection is uncontrollable. Then I tuck it down into the pantyhose and slip into a high cut pair of black panties. That way I get a very feminine mound. I like to wear high cut panties with prominent elastic, so that the line of my panties shows through a very tight and very short skirt or dress. Last night I also added a pair of high heels with ankle straps. The high heels were open toed, so my painted nails would show a little through the pantyhose. Fastening the straps tightly around my ankles reinforced that fact that tonight I was going to do everything possible to make it hard to get undressed quickly. That way if I heard her key in the lock, I wouldn't be able to do much more than unzip my dress before she found me. If she saw me standing there with my dress unzipped and pulled down to expose my bra, she might think for just a minute that I was some slut who had just had sex with her husband. My hands were trembling very hard now, and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I had that flush in my face and my breath was coming hard. I have a little bit of a chest, so a bra looks like it belongs on me. My favorite bra has cups that part in just the right place to give the illusion of cleavage. The black lace against my skin looks so inviting and sensuous. I expertly fastened the bra and then turned the clasp around to the back. The feel of bra straps biting into my shoulders always makes me feel so feminine. This bra is a 38D, so it's impossible to wear it without the feeling of large breasts straining at my clothes. I always pull the straps halfway up between my neck and shoulders, so that I can feel them dig deliciously into my soft flesh. I like to give a little glimpse of lacy strap inside my blouse or dress. The silk and satin of the cups caress my chest as I rub my hands slowly over them. The long red nails add to the illusion of a woman arousing herself. I rescued a pair of cups from a padded swimsuit that she threw away, and they fill out my bra beautifully. I added large fake nipples, and they show through the thin fabric of my bra and most blouses or dresses that I wear, so it looks like I am very sexually aroused. They also feel real when you hold them, or brush against something. To enhance the movement, I put small balloons full of water between my chest and the cups. This gives just the right bounce. I want all eyes to be on me when I am seen. Next I went into the bathroom and started my makeup. Time was getting short now, but the illusion was getting better, so I forced myself to slow down. If she came in now, I would be so engrossed in putting on my makeup that I might not even notice her. I slowly gathered my long hair and brought it around over one shoulder and let it fall softly over my left breast. The foundation and blush brought out the feminine glow of my skin. I curled my lashes and used the mascara to make them as long as possible. I shaved and trimmed my eyebrows. The eyeliner I use is dark and really brings out my eyes. They look wide and innocent when I'm finished. And that's the only part of me that I want to look innocent. Finally I put on the lipstick. The feel of the lipstick glossing my lips always completes the impression of a sensuous, desirable woman. I use a bright red that makes my lips look pouty. I put it on extra thick, both for gloss, and to make it harder to take off. If she came in now it would be impossible to hide the transformation. The woman in the mirror is a combination of innocence and lust. As she breathes, she pushes out her breasts to call attention to them. Her hips sway suggestively as she turns for a profile view of herself. The high heels push her rear-end up and out and her breasts bounce invitingly. The nipples beg for lips to suck on them. Her lips are parted and inviting. She looks like she has had sex and wants more of it. She looks like a woman that you would be tempted to offer money to so you could demand any sex act imaginable and she wouldn't be able to refuse. She looks like a woman that likes to be forced into sex, and one that can't get enough of it. If you were her husband, you would worry about her fucking someone else an hour after you left for work. And now, the last step of my plan for tonight. I pick out a very short dress from the closet. It's the kind of dress that a waitress would wear in a cheap roadside cafe. It zips up the back, so it's going to take extra time to get on and off. I push her other dresses to each side of the closet, and leave the empty hanger prominently displayed in the middle. I slip it over my head and put my arms through to pull it down over my breasts and hips. It takes me quite a while to work the zipper up and fasten it completely. The sound of the zipper coming ever closer to the top of the dress reminds me of how complete the transformation is going to be and how high the risk is. This dress is the shortest and most revealing that my wife has. I'm just a little taller than she is, so I know it will really draw attention on me. The dress is high necked, but it has a long slit between my breasts, so if you watch as I move you can get a glimpse of my bra and breasts. There is no button to keep it closed. The dress itself is stretchy and tight. The fabric is worn soft from many washings, so it shows the lines of my bra and panties. The hem of the dress is so short that it's almost impossible to walk without the dark part of the pantyhose showing. My hands can feel the smooth pantyhose below the tight hem of my dress. If I raise my arms high as I would do if I was working, you might even see my panties. When I turn for a side view in the mirror, I can see that the dress stands out invitingly in back, and there is even a slit back there too. I know that out in public, both men and women will be looking at both slits to see how much of me is exposed. No matter what I do, they will be able to get a glimpse of my bra or panties. The women will think I'm a whore, out to steal their man. The men will want to take me to a cheap motel and not tell their wives. Now I put on earrings, bracelets, and a couple of rings. The tinkle of the jewelry reminds me with every move that I enjoy dressing as and want to be a woman. I pick up an empty purse and put some cosmetics into it. The thought of touching up my makeup in the women's room brings another rush. Finally, a spray of perfume assures that I will have even more trouble hiding my allure. It's a brand of perfume that has female sex hormones in it to arouse men. Every movement creates a sensuous rustle of underwear and dress. My hands tremble as I also pick up my ring of keys. As I walk down the hall to the front door, I think about how impossible it would be now to keep from getting caught. My hand is trembling as it reaches for the door handle. I turn it and open the door to the night. The cool breeze sweeps under my dress and sends delicious shivers down my legs. I step out onto the porch and close the door behind me. I pause there to enjoy the effect of being a woman. Now that I know I'm going to be seen in public as a woman, I make one more step. With trembling hands I reach into my purse and take out the keys. I open the door and put them on the table inside the door. Then I lock the door from the inside and pull it almost shut. Once I make this move, there is no turning back. I will have to come home and face my wife dressed as a woman. I will have to explain to her how I feel as I sit in front of her in complete makeup and a sexy, revealing dress. She will probably ask me if I want to stay this way. Because all my clothes are inside the house, she could kick me out permanently dressed as a woman. I might have to find work and an apartment posing as a woman. I could be forced into staying a woman full-time. She might insist that I see a doctor about a sex change. They will want to know if I've had sex as a female. I pull the door shut and the lock clicks home. I've done it! I'm outside dressed completely as a woman. I have no access to any other clothes, and no way to get back in my house to change. My body is completely hairless, and I have permanent long nails. I did not put the glue remover into my purse. As I look down I see the ankle straps around the pantyhose covered legs. The legs go up to an impossibly short hem on a very tight dress. The nipples of my breasts poke out through the fabric of my bra and dress, asking for attention from anyone who will pass by. My hair caresses my cheeks as a gentle breeze blows by. I want to be seen and desired! A few short steps and I'm off the porch. I decide to slowly walk around the block. Maybe a neighbor will see me all dressed up. Maybe they will even recognize me. If asked, I will have to give my female name. It's a dark night out, but I will have to walk under the streetlights. My high heels keep me from going very fast and the click of the heels should be able to be heard inside the houses I will have to pass. I feel totally feminine, sexy, and vulnerable. A car is coming up behind me, so I put as much wiggle into my rear as is possible. I want to look like a streetwalker. Even though it's night, I hope that the driver can see the line of my panties through the sheer dress. That fact is also accented by the fact that my dress is light and my bra and panties are black. The car slows and pulls over. It's a couple and they ask for directions. I slowly walk over and I'm so glad that I've practiced talking in a feminine voice. Because I'm standing on a little rise, I have to bend over to see in the window. I turn so that the man driving can certainly see inside the slit of my dress. I see his eyes trace the black lace of my bra. I see his eyes focus on my aroused nipples. I innocently put my hands to the front hem of my dress and pull it up a little so that the dark tops of my stockings are visible. I see his eyes follow the line of my hem and I know he's wondering how much of me is exposed from behind. He's wondering what I would feel like lying underneath him in bed and moaning his name. The woman on the passenger side is giving me a dirty look. She knows what I'm doing. After I give them directions, the man asks if they can give me a lift. I tell them no thanks; I'm just on my way home from work. He asks where I work and on a whim I give him the name of a nude bar on the highway. I tell him I'm a dancer there and that he should come and see my show. He hands me his business card and asks me if I do private shows for bachelor parties and those types of things. I tell him I do and turn a little bit to give him a better view down the front of my dress. His wife is furious now and she has him drive off. I walk slowly back to the sidewalk and notice a couple of neighbors watching me from parted curtains. Now people I don't know have heard me say that I'm a young woman who will perform sexual acts for money. They heard me say that I take off all my clothes on stage and dance nude in front of anyone who wants to see my body. I know that the people watching me are wondering how much it costs to have sex with me. They are wondering how many men and women I have slept with. I walk slowly and revel in the click of the high heels. I know that with each step the slit in the back of my dress is flashing a view of panties and hose. My breasts are bouncing and swaying deliciously. I wish that I could go braless right now. I would stop under a street lamp, slowly unzip my dress and take off my bra. I would do it slowly, like I was on stage and getting paid for exposing my sex. Because I am now so aroused, I do stop and pull the hem of my dress up to my waist. I make a big scene of pulling up and smoothing my pantyhose and panties and then pull my dress back down. I did it in the shadows, but I had the impression of being watched. Maybe they've called the police about a prostitute in the area. I found that after a few blocks I was in front of the mall. It was still open. Do I dare go inside? Being outside in the dark is one thing, but inside I will have to be even more convincing. Dressed as I am, every eye will be on me. I look at the woman's watch on my wrist and I know that my wife is home now and has probably found my keys. I remember that I left the closet door open and that she will certainly notice that her wig is missing from its' stand. She will notice which dress is missing from the closet. She may even lock the door and come looking for me to expose me in public. I take a breath and walk towards the mall. I'm walking into one of the most public places in town wearing pantyhose, panties, bra, dress, high heels and makeup. I'm walking along with other women and men and they turn to see where the click of high heels is coming from. My hand with long red nails reaches out for the door and I walk inside a public and well-lit place for the first time dressed as a woman. Once inside the feeling is incredible. Men are looking at my legs and breasts and I can tell that they are mentally undressing me. In their imagination they are unzipping my dress and holding my breasts in their hands. They are pressing their erect penis into the soft mound between my legs. I walk slowly and sensuously for their enjoyment. I look at my reflection in the store windows and I know that I'm advertising for sex. I go into a jewelry store and get my ears pierced for the first time. I insist on two large hoop earrings that jangle with every movement. As I sit there getting my ears pierced, I notice a man outside the store is looking up my short skirt and also into the slit that exposes my bra. I cross my legs even higher so that he can see all the way to the elastic of my panties. My dress is so short that I'm actually not sitting on it. I made sure I pulled it up a little before I sat down. In the mirrors on the side walls of the shop I can see a line of my pantyhose and panties underneath the hem of my dress and the line goes all the way to the back of the chair. I give him a seductive smile then lower my lashes. I lift the hem of my skirt for just a moment so he can get a better view. He walks off trying to hide his bulge. I imagine his hand on the inside of my thigh, traveling along smooth hose on shaved legs and heading for the panties under my dress. I see myself uncrossing and parting my legs for him. I imagine his other hand under my dress and behind me. His hand is on my panties and he is pulling my rear forward to meet his advancing hand. I willingly move forward for him. I imagine his fingers pulling the elastic of my panties to one side and then caressing my slit. I lift off the chair for a moment so he can pull the panties completely to one side. My hose covered lips ache for his fingers. I gaze into his eyes with lust and part my lips. I imagine him pulling me all the way to the front of the chair so he can force my legs further apart. I imagine his fingers ripping my pantyhose and he is entering me. I imagine that a crowd has gathered and is watching me let him stimulate my clit. I orgasm in front of the crowd and grab his hand to push it further up into me. I scream and throw my head back in ecstasy. I come back to reality and notice the young girl that is doing my ears has been looking down my dress at my bra. I return the favor by gazing at her pert breasts. She smiles and blushes prettily. We know that we both look incredibly hot. We talk about how much fun it is to tease men with a flash of skin and lace. I tell her that I like to do women as well and we exchange phone numbers. We make plans to meet at her apartment tomorrow night. Now I'm walking again and I enjoying it even more. The jangle of the earrings is so sexy and the knowledge that I now have pierced ears is arousing. I've just made my first contact for lesbian sex. I'm passing so well and feeling so at home being a sexy woman. The short hem of the dress flicks against the back of my legs with each step, reminding me just how very short it is. I find the store I'm looking for and go in. Among other things, I know they sell breast prosthesis. I buy a pair along with some blending makeup and tell the saleslady I want to put them on in the dressing room. On purpose I bought a pair of 40D breasts. I know that they will strain against the fabric of my dress and they will pull the slit even wider. But this time there will be no bra to block the view and there will be no way to hide the fact that I'm asking to be looked at. The adhesive will hold for a couple of weeks, according to the label. It takes just a minute and the breasts are now permanently attached! I use the blending makeup and even looking closely in the mirror they look absolutely real. The nipples are huge and the breasts are heavy. I add a little bit of rouge to my nipples so that they will show even more through the thin fabric of my dress. On purpose I didn't buy the adhesive remover, so tonight when the mall closes I will be stuck with permanent breasts until I can find a place to buy some. Tonight is Saturday, and they will be closed tomorrow. As I bend over to get my dress I notice that they sway seductively as they hang from my chest. I imagine being mounted from the rear and seeing my breasts sway with each thrust of my lover's thick penis deep inside me. While I give the glue an extra minute to dry I notice that the slit on the back of my dress has a little button. I undo it and it creates an even deeper and higher slit! I slip the dress back on and I can't believe the effect! My breasts are so much larger now that the front slit is forced open almost all the way to my nipples. There is a constant view of full, ripe cleavage all the way from my neck to the soft underside of my breasts. I know that as I walk my breasts will bounce so much that I will constantly have to adjust the fabric at the top of my dress to keep them covered. Everyone will look at me and notice what I'm doing. The dress pushes my breasts together and the dress strains at the sides, making a very obvious and sexy bulge around my breasts. I turn to look behind me and I notice my breasts sway and bounce quite a bit. The slit in the back of my dress is now so high that it comes up almost halfway to my waist. I take my black bra and put it into my purse, but I leave a lacy strap hanging out on purpose. I want everyone to see the lace strap of the bra hanging out of my purse so they will want to catch up to me and look to see if I'm really braless. So much of the strap is hanging out that everyone will know that I've done this on purpose. I step outside the dressing room and walk over to the counter. The saleslady comments that I look very sexy and asks me if I would like to start working for her selling women's clothes and underwear. She tells me I would get a great discount and I would love the clothes, as they specialize in sexy things. She tells me that I would also act as a model when they have shows. I tell her I would be delighted to work there and we settle on Monday as my start date. Now I'm trapped into staying dressed as a woman and I realize I'm going to spend most of my time this way. I'm going to model bras, panties, and nighties right here in the store. When someone asks what a particular item would look like, I can go in the back and put it on and then step outside to be seen, even if it is very skimpy. I can see that there are lots of short skirts and see through blouses in the store. She asks me if I will be comfortable modeling even the underwire styles of bras that leave the nipples of my breasts exposed. I assure her that I want to model those in particular. She teases me about being an exhibitionist. We giggle about being raided for indecent exposure. Then she tells me she has something else to show me. She takes me to the back and pulls out a box. Inside is what appears to be a flesh colored girdle. It looks and feels like skin. She shows me that it has a little pouch behind the opening for the vagina so that I can have sex, and my penis will fit inside another pouch so I must also sit to pee. It will hold me flat so I look like a woman, but if I am penetrated, it will stimulate my penis and my lover can bring me to orgasm. I ask her how she knew I wasn't a woman, and she told me it was only because she saw me on the dressing room camera. With this girdle she says I can also model the crotchless panties, and demonstrate how they work. I buy it along with seamed hose and a garter belt and head back into the changing room. Once the girdle is on, I look complete. My hips are now just a little wider and I have a very feminine tummy where my ovaries should be. I slip a finger inside my vagina and it feels very realistic. A testicle fits on each side of the vagina, giving me a feminine mound. Watching myself in the mirror is incredible. Here is a nude attractive woman masturbating in a store changing room. I wonder if the camera is getting an eyeful now. I put on the panties and the hose and fasten the garter belt. As I slip my dress back on, I find that the padding of the girdle makes the dress much tighter and shorter. Now the tops of my stockings are always visible. I can see in the mirror that from behind there is a permanent glimpse of high cut panties, skin, garters, and hose from the slit that is forced open. The seams in the hose look like what a prostitute would wear. The panties are very high cut and in the front they cup my nude vagina, showing details of the parted lips. Without the pantyhose, there is only the thin material of the panties to cover my sex. I imagine how it will feel to sit down on the cold leather of a barstool with only a thin strip of material between my exposed thighs. I slide the panties off and suck the crotch into my mouth. I want the material to be wet so it looks like my juices are running out of me and that I have stained them. I pull the panties back on and you can make out every detail of my vaginal folds. I pull my dress down. As I walk out of the dressing room I feel very complete and aroused. My new friend, Linda, offers me a pair of heels at reduced cost in celebration. They are even higher and they have the straps that I so enjoy. As I stand up in them I see that my legs look even longer and my breasts bounce even more as I walk. I pull my dress up just a little to see if the bottom of my cheeks can be seen. As I walk, I do give a flash of my bare bottom encased in black lacy panties. I also notice the wet stain in the front of my panties. I thank Linda and tell her I have to go walk the mall a little. She smiles and tells me to be ready to be picked up! I tell her I am so ready! Now as I walk I have two shopping bags and a purse to handle, so if my breasts pop out of my dress, I will have to set everything down to fix my top. I walk slowly along the windows enjoying my reflection and see someone follow me out of the corner of my eye. As I pause before one of the window displays, I see that one of my nipples has popped out of my dress! Almost my entire breast is exposed. I look around and catch the same man who was looking up my dress and he is now staring at my bare breast. I blow him a kiss and he blushes and walks away. I slowly and reluctantly cover back up and head out of the mall. As I walk now, I can feel the fabric of my dress caresses the bare skin between the tops of my hose and the high cut of my panties. My thin dress is clinging suggestively to every curve of my body as I pass through the door and into the night. Because my hips are now a little rounder, the panties have ridden up very high on my cheeks. It's now time to face my wife. I'm now so aroused that I want this to happen. I want her to see me fully dressed and I want her to force me to stay this way. She may even invite some of our friends over to see me. The desire to be seen is so overwhelming that on the way home I find a dark street to fulfill my earlier fantasy. I stop and set down my purse and bags. I start to sway seductively and to contract my hips like I'm having sex. I slowly unzip my dress and let it fall to expose my braless breasts. I work it over my rounded hips, step out of it and walk away from it. I'm now six feet or more from my dress. My bare breasts sway and bounce with my movements. My hips rotate in a slow orgasmic pattern. I unhook the garter and toss in onto my dress. I hook my fingers into the elastic of my panties and suggestively pull them down to fully expose my vagina. I let my panties seductively slide down my long legs and then I toss them aside as well. I dance slowly for awhile on my high heels and touch my nipples and clit. My jewelry and earrings tinkle to bring attention to me. If a car passed by now, their headlights would catch me naked and rubbing my clit. There is no place to hide. Finally I reluctantly slip back into my dress and panties. As I slowly finish zipping up my dress, I notice a curtain fall back into place. Someone was watching me and they saw a young woman strip and masturbate for them! It's such a rush to know that I've exposed my sexuality to a complete stranger and that a man or woman that I don't know is probably masturbating right now because of me. I think about how exciting it would be to enter my house with sperm staining the inside of my hose or drops of come on my bare breasts or in my hair! I wish they had invited me in to take advantage of me! Finally I get to my house. My hand trembles on the knob, but I find it's unlocked. I enter the house, which is dark except for soft light coming from the bedroom. I hear and smell sex in the air. As my heels click down the hall, I can tell they can't hear me, as the bedsprings continue to squeak and the moans are just as loud. I push open the door to our bedroom and there on the bed is my wife and another man. He has mounted her and is balls deep inside of her. I can see the pink lips of her pussy clinging around his thick cock as he saws in and out of her body. Her legs are parted and wrapped high around his waist in complete surrender. He has a hand on her breast and another under her rear. They both turn to look at me but they are too close to orgasm to stop. I tell them not to stop, I'm just a friend from work who stopped by, but I'd like to watch them have sex. I see a glimmer of recognition in my wife's eyes. He resumes his deep pumping into her. She is moaning and humping into him. She looks at me and then into his eyes and tells him she wants his sperm in her belly. They both start to come. She reaches down and pulls him deep into her cunt. She is screaming in ecstasy and he is grunting with lust. He comes so much that some of it leaks out of her pink lips. The thought of him coming so deep inside her and filling her with so much sperm excites me to an even higher level of arousal. He held her so close when his final loads shot into her that it looked like his balls were almost inside her. I know that the vision of my nude wife underneath him and the sight of my exposed cleavage and legs must have intensified his orgasm. And her orgasm was intensified both by seeing me dressed as a woman and knowing it was me and by being caught in an orgasm with this man. He rolls off of her and they both watch me as they try to catch their breath. I can see his sperm leaking out of her well-fucked pussy. It's thick and creamy and I think about how much must be covering the walls of my wife's sex. I slowly unzip my dress and let it fall. I gaze at his penis and lick my lips. My wife's eyes grow very large as she sees my large permanent breasts and hairless body. She notices my pierced ears and makeup. Her lover's eyes are locked on my breasts and lips. His eyes also follow down my hips to the mound that will soon be his. I can see his penis starting to swell again and know that there is a sweet treat for me inside his hairy balls. I want him to mount me like he did my wife. I want him to penetrate me and fill me with his hot sperm. I want to be his willing and receptive female. I want to feel his hands on my breasts and his penis deep inside my cunt. I want to suck his beautiful penis until it fills my mouth with salty sperm. I want him to tell his friends about me and how good I was. I want him to watch me get dressed in the morning after sleeping with him and for the neighbors to see us together on the porch in the morning. Then every night for a week I want them to see a different man come in with me at night and not leave until morning. I move between my wife's legs and start to tongue her deeply. I open her up and I can see the rivulets of come puddle inside her vagina. The thought that she has just had sexual intercourse with another man in front of me twists my emotions with betrayal and lust. I push my tongue into her and force some of his sperm even further into her and lick some of it up. I work slowly around her clit and as she moves, she is pushing her lover's sperm into my mouth. I drink it all in as her next orgasm builds. He is rubbing his hands over her breasts and mine, and over my panty-clad rear. He moves his body close to ours and I feel a drop of come leak out of his growing erection and onto my cheek. I moan with my mouth full of my wife's cunt. She starts to come hard and arches her back. Her hands clutch the sheets as his lips close over her nipple. We both suck hard on her as her orgasm builds. Even more of her juices and his sperm flood my throat and I hungrily swallow it all. His erection is very large now and partially in my hair. He is slowly humping her leg and my hair. I feel another drop of come on my temple. She finally collapses like a rag doll and I turn my attention to him. Now I'm going to steal a lover from another woman and have sex with him. I'm going to prove my femininity and that I'm a slut. And another woman is going to see me actually having sex with her lover. She watches me as I wrap my fingers and long red nails around his penis. I guide it into my mouth and suck him all the way into my throat. His penis is thick and I wish I could see my red lips stretching over his erection. I take my tongue and try to open the slit at the top of his penis. I hear them both moan and I see my wife watching me sucking the penis that just a few minutes ago erupted inside her. I run my tongue down the sensitive shaft and start to apply firm suction with my mouth. I let my lips and the suction make a popping noise as I pull him completely out and then force him back down my throat. I am fucking my mouth with his shaft. She gently pulls my hair back from my face so they can both get a clear view of his penis gliding deep between my glossy red lips. His shaft is disappearing completely inside me. She ties my long hair back with a pink ribbon and ties it in a loose bow so I can easily take it out later. She tells me that's so they can watch. I suck him harder and slower. I'm trying to go slow so I can get him to come from deep inside. She moves around behind me and starts to slowly pull my panties down over my wide hips. She is getting me ready for him. She tells him that. I feel his shaft jump inside my mouth. I slow down a little more but suck harder to raise his desire. She unhooks my garters and slides the hose down over my legs. She describes each piece of clothing that she is removing and how slowly she is stripping me for him. She is telling him about the wide hips and willing pussy that she is preparing for him. I move my legs one at a time so she can draw my panties and hose down off of my body. She wants every inch of my body to be exposed and open to my lover as he takes me. She undoes the straps holding my heels and I feel the last shred of clothing being removed from my body. I am now totally nude, with makeup, jewelry, and newly pierced ears. I am in bed with a naked man and a naked woman and I am having sex with them. Because I have sucked them both they know I am bisexual. The woman has just urged the man to fuck me. His breath is coming raggedly now and I know it won't be long before he comes in my mouth. I can't wait; I am so anxious and hot for him to ejaculate down my throat. I feel him pulse and he starts to shoot warm salty sperm as he clasps my head down onto his massive rod. I revel in the taste and in the fact that I want this so much. I pull him deep into my throat clear down to his balls and increase the suction. I hear and see a flash as my wife takes a Polaroid. I keep sucking him and after awhile I feel him start to get hard again. It has taken a while, but I want him to fuck me, so I have continued to stimulate him. I feel the emotion of being a sexy woman who has just had oral sex with a man. My wife tells him to mount me and fuck me pregnant! Her words turn us both on to an incredible fever pitch. I know that he wants me and he will have me now. His erection is now massive and waiting to enter me. He pulls out of my mouth with a pop. His penis is so gorgeous. I feel his strong hands roll me over onto my back and his hands stroke my nipples, breasts, and vagina. I pull the pink ribbon from my hair and shake my curls loose so they spread out over the pillow. I bring my arms up over my head in an act of complete submission. My breasts stand up pert and firm and open to his lust. His hands spread my legs apart so that I am completely open to him. I hear a familiar whir and notice that my wife has started our movie camera. She is filming me having sex and losing my viginity for the first time as a woman. She knows this is what I want. He says that he thinks my hairless cunt is very sexy and he can't wait to penetrate its' soft folds. I look down at his penis and I see the red smears of lipstick on the shaft. It looks like he has taken a virgin and her blood is on his cock. I feel her emotion as my wife realizes that her lover is going to have sex with another woman right in front of her. She is wondering if he will prefer me and want me again while rejecting her. I feel his weight on me and I spread my legs open even further as I pull them up to my hips so he can enter me more easily. I want to be mounted, penetrated, and fucked. I'm going to wrap my legs around his waist and hold him just like my wife did. The sheets under us are damp with sex and the smell of sperm and feminine fluids. I am shaking with lust and arousal. He is getting ready to fuck his second willing woman of the night. He has already come in my mouth. I can feel that my lips and throat have been stretched and I can still taste his sperm. He knows he can do me anyway he wants to and I will willingly comply for him. He pulls a pillow down and lifts me easily as he slides it under my rear. I know he wants to get as far inside me as possible. He wants to fuck me like he is trying to get me pregnant - just like my wife asked. He tells me that this is what he is going to do to me. My wife catches her breath with the emotion of the moment. He is determined to leave his come deep inside me like he has just done to my wife. I know that in just a few minutes I am going to orgasm as a woman and that a man is going to ejaculate his sperm deep into my cervix. We are going to have unprotected sex and as far as he knows, I could be fertile. I want him to think that, so that's what I tell him. He groans and tells me to get ready to get pregnant. His weight lowers onto me, pinning me to the bed. I can feel the head of his penis at the entrance to my vagina, and he pushes slowly but firmly into me. I know I will want to replay this part of the tape over and over. I'm losing my virginity. My wife tells us how sexy it looks as the head parts my lips but I can hear in her voice that she feels vulnerable and betrayed. Deep down she is both enjoying and fearing the emotion of seeing her lover cheating on her with another woman. I feel the head of his penis pass the entrance to my vagina. He works his rod into me a little at a time and I'm moaning and humping back up to him. We are both so excited and aroused that nothing can stop us. Now I have my hands around the back of his head and one of his hands is on my breast. Now he is pulling his penis all the way out and then firmly shoving it all the way back into me, so I can enjoy the feeling of being entered repeatedly and penetrated all the way to the bottom of his shaft. The slick head of his penis parts my willing vaginal walls easily, but I can tell that I am tight for him. When he penetrates me to the full extent, I can feel the fuzz of his balls against my naked ass. The feeling is incredible and I know what it is to be a woman. My desire for sex is consuming. I can hear our moans and the squeaking of the bed. I look down between us and watch his shaft sawing in and out of me. It is so long and hard. I want him to fuck me all night long. I know that no matter what else happens, I want to have a man fuck me every night of my life. I know that my wife is filming all of this so she can show her next lover an amateur sex video tomorrow night. She will make me be there too so that this new man will see what I have done and maybe he will want to fuck me. Every part of my body is naked and exposed to the camera. The camera is recording his beautiful penis entering my vagina. I can now feel him completely inside of me and I look up into his eyes and smile. I tell him to fuck me and to not pull out. I tell him to shoot his sperm deep inside of me and fill me to overflowing. I tell him to take my virginity. He grins and starts to fuck me deeply and firmly. My wife is asking him if he really wants to get me pregnant. We both yell out "Yes" at the same time. My orgasm is starting to build and my voice is getting higher and louder. My wife opens the window and whispers in my ear this is so the neighbors can hear you being fucked. In a high voice I yell for him to fuck me, that I'm a whore and a slut. I tell him that he can fuck me anytime he wants, as long as he tells his friends that he has fucked me, especially when introducing me. We both start to come and he pushes as far as possible inside of me. I'm making high mewling noises and straining my hips up as hard as possible to meet his thrusts. I am a young female in heat. I can feel hot spurts of come shooting deep inside my passageway looking for something to impregnate. I've just made a man come inside of me. We both wrap our arms around each other and try to bring our bodies as close together as possible. Now he is really coming hard and he is furiously pumping his penis deep inside me. I feel like his penis is so far up inside me that I can taste him. My lips and cheeks still feel stretched from sucking him. He thrusts his tongue deep inside my mouth and I suck him hungrily. My orgasm hits and I spasm over and over. The spasms contract the girdle so it acts just like a vagina clamping down on his penis. He knows that he has made me come. I reach down and pull him deeper into me as he comes even more. I'm milking every drop from my man. His balls are pumping every seed deep inside me. Because I am so small and he has come so much, I feel his warm sperm running out my slit and down the crack of my ass. My wife is filming a close up of his come running out of me. It's positive proof that he has fucked me. I reach around a scoop up a large glob and suck it into my mouth. I'm so totally satisfied and completely fucked. He finally collapses on top of me and my wife asks him how her little slut girlfriend was in bed. He laughs and says we were both very good but he's got to go get some sleep now. He says he wants to come fuck us again soon though. We watch as he gets dressed and leaves us both. Before he leaves I stand up and put my arms around him. I feel the roughness of his clothes against my nude body. His hands rest on my hips and he grinds me roughly into his erection. I kiss him deeply and tell him I love him. I tell him I hope I'm carrying his child. Then my wife does the same thing. Her and I realize that she may well be pregnant after tonight's sex. But he just wanted us for sex and he has had us both. My wife takes a nude Polaroid of me on the bed and gives it to him so he can show his friends. I tell him to be sure and tell them how tight I was and how deeply I sucked his cock. I realize I don't even know his name. After he leaves my wife turns to me as says that it looks like we both got caught and that we are now going to be two women sharing a house and men. I laugh and agree, but remind her that I want to have lesbian sex as well. We also agree to get into a swapper's club as stand in wives for married men. She also knows a sex site where she can show the film of me losing my virginity. Next I'm going to start taking female hormones. If it feels this incredible playing at being a woman, I can't wait for the real thing. And I'm going to get a second job as a stripper. As much as I like sexy clothes, I'm going to need a lot of money. We fall asleep in each other's arms, planning tomorrow night's sex and stroking each other's breasts. The End