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DISCLAIMER: This story is rated X for strong sexual content. If you are under eighteen (18) years of age or in an area where this type of material is prohibited, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. If you are of legal age eighteen (18) or older and are located in areas where this is legal, and not offensive to you, please continue. The characters and locations in this story are fictional and any resemblance to any actual living person or place, either in person or name, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. THIRD TIME'S A CHARM by: Brenda Jean Prolog: I got caught by my mother in a girls dress when I was fourteen. After a little talk, where I convinced her I was just playing around and it wouldn't happen again, the incident was forgotten. And I became much more careful. Two years before being caught by my mother, I had made the most astonishing discovery of my life. I discovered my sister's lingerie. And, I discovered my feminine side. At that time it was just so thrilling to wear girl's underwear I didn't comprehend the true meaning of my discovery. At least until five years later when, in high school, I did research on guys like me. It seems that a lot of perfectly normal heterosexual men like to wear woman's clothes and it boils down to the act of letting the 'Girl' in us get out. They, whoever 'They' are, say that all men have a feminine side but something in the genes decides which side, the feminine or masculine side, is going to be more dominate. I enjoy being a man as well as a woman so I must score right in the middle. When I'm a man, I'm all man. I like looking at women, undressing them with my eyes, wondering what their like in bed and all the usual man stuff. I never look at men with other than causal man type interest. When I'm in my female persona I'm all woman. I like looking at men, undressing them with my eyes, wondering what their like in bed and all the usual female stuff. Although I have a little something extra, I still feel like a woman, not only in my dress, the way I walk and my mannerisms, but also in my mind. I never told my wife about this side of me before we were married and sure enough, she caught me also. Oh, I never thought it would happen but it did. Jennifer had left for a business trip in another city but on her arrival she found out the main player at the planned meetings was in the hospital with gall stones. With nothing keeping her there, she caught the next plane home. Wanting to surprise me, she called a friend to pick her up and bring her home. She waited until her friend left then stripped naked on the porch before coming in. She really wanted to surprise me. I was in my slut mode that afternoon so I was dressed the part. I was wearing a tight red halter-top filled with my silicone breast forms and a black leather mini skirt that stopped two inches above the tops of my stockings. Of course, I was fully made up to look like a whore and had on red pumps with five inch heels. I don't care what Tina Turner says, five inch heels are a bitch to walk in. Jennifer, to get the full effect of the surprise, came into the house very quietly. Yes, I was surprised but the real surprise was on her. She didn't recognize me and thought I had a woman at the house in her absence. She got so mad that she ran out of the house forgetting she was naked. Our front porch is secluded from the neighbors but after the porch, the seclusion is gone. She made it to the street. Chasing after her, I got just off the porch when I came to my senses. Opps. Three of our neighbors, two men and a woman, talking on the lawn across the street were so shocked they just stood there and gawked at her. I was lucky that her surprise included her being naked because no one noticed me and I was able to get back in the house undetected. I was almost caught big time. The biggest surprise of all was after she was back in the house and found out there was another woman but that woman was me. She looked at me for the longest time before finally saying, "Sweetheart, you really do need help with your makeup." That fateful day the neighbors got a thrill and I got a new girlfriend to play with. To my surprise, she embraced the idea of my dressing with much enthusiasm and today we spend almost as much time as girlfriends as we do man and wife. She taught me mannerisms, the correct way to apply makeup, do my hair, walk, stand, sit, and the multitude of other things that make women unique. There's a lot of effort to being a woman but I'm not complaining. I'm no raving beauty but am passable in most circumstances. I only venture out with Jennifer and then only to far off places. We travel to a nearby large city to go to movies, shop and just spend time together but never with anyone else. I have a good female voice but Jennifer does most of the talking. Her only fear, and mine also, is that some of our friends will find out. She caught me so, perceivably, someone else could. That was two years ago and now at twenty six years old, I dress at home or when Jennifer and I travel out of our town. I have my own wardrobe, makeup, jewelry, shoes and tons of lingerie but no pants. Nope, no pants for this girl. At five feet eight inches and 155 lbs., with fair skin and shoulder length blond hair, I can make a pretty good transformation. 1. Caught Again It was a beautiful warm day as I was sitting on the patio writing a story to post on Fictionmania. It's a website I discovered with stories about crossdressing and I so enjoyed the stories that I decided to become a contributor. My wife was gone for a week, visiting her sister in another state, so as usual when home, I left the man and became the woman. Sitting back with my eyes closed, I could feel the warm breeze wafting through my legs, caressing my nylons and stirring the skirt I am wearing. The sensations of the clothes I have on, the tightness of the red lace bra, matching garters and panties, the silkiness of the white satin blouse, the breeze fluttering my black skirt, and the faint smell of my perfume all combine to give me a warm glow that fills me completely. The breeze whispering through my hair, I contemplated getting back to the story or enjoying the moment. The story won because it was adding to the excitement of the day. Really into the good part of the story, I was concentrating so hard I became aware only of my laptop and the story unfolding before me. "Excuse me, Miss, is Chris and Jennifer home?" a deep male voice asked. This was a voice I knew. It's amazing how fast panic can set in. I froze at the sound of the voice behind me. I had my back to the side gate, the direction he had come from. Oh Shit! Oh Fuck!! God, I can't believe this. My heart was trip-hammering as my mind worked overtime for a solution to get me out of this with any semblance of pride left. What do I do? Run into the house? He's going to see me anyway. Face him and take what comes? Shit! Shit! I know, tell him to go away without turning around. I did have a fairly believable woman's voice. My best option short of killing him. Stay cool girl. I could hear him moving closer so I blurted out, "I'm sorry but they're not here. Now would you please just leave the way you came." That stopped him. "Uh.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I don't think we've met. My names Steve and I'm looking for Chris. Do you know when he'll be back?" Damm. This wasn't working, he was going to persist. I can't carry on a conversation with my back to him, he will advance to see me. In a shaky voice I said, "No I don't, now please just leave." He said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you say just who your are." "Just a friend, now please go." Cleaver as my ploy seemed, it didn't work. Again moving he stepped around to my side so he could see my face. Much to my amazement, he said. "My name's Steve and you are?" He didn't recognize me! This won't last long. Get him out of here. But how? In an even voice that I was surprised to find I could muster I said, "Hello Steve, I'm Christine. I don't mean to sound rude but I'm working here and you startled me. I really would like it if you would just go." That's it be forceful. Didn't work. He now stepped around to face me. I kept my head bowed as if trying to concentrate on my work. Shaking, I prayed he didn't notice. "Look at me," he said. "Please leave me alone." "I said look at me." I raised my head slightly and met his eyes with mine. "Hello Christine, nice to meet you." He still didn't recognize me! Maybe there's hope of getting out of this after all. I relaxed a little and gave him a warm smile. He smiled back and........ Wait, I don't like that look. Recognition washed over his face. He stuttered, "Chris? Is that you Chris? It is you!! Holy shit, you look great!" Great? Did he say 'great'? I look great? Well why not? I though I did, having spent so much time on my makeup this morning. The cat's outta the bag. "Hi Steve. God, this is so embarrassing. I don't know what to say." "What's to be embarrassed about? I think you look totally hot and if I wouldn't have been so curious as to the way you were acting I might have left and missed this. How long have you been wearing woman's clothes? You look like you have experience at it." Maybe an explanation would help so I gave him an abbreviated history of my crossdressing, being very clear that no one knows about it and wanting to keep it that way. He had so many questions written on his face but held them knowing that they would be answered with time. He wasn't leaving just yet. "Now Steve, I think you should leave." "Why?" "Why? Because you just should, that's why." Sitting down in a chair across the table he said, "Not a good reason. I've seen you now and know who you are. What's the big deal?" "The big deal is that I'm a man sitting here in woman's clothes and some people might consider it a little bit odd, don't you think?" It occurred to me that I was still using my feminine voice. "Well I'm one of the people that don't think that way. I find this fascinating." "Fascinating? You mean like 'man what a freak'". "Christine,..... may I call you Christine?" "I guess." "Christine, it's not like that at all. I know your secret so I'll tell you one of mine and then you'll understand why I'm not looking at you as a freak. You see, one of my greatest sexual fantasies is to be with someone like you. You've got it all wrapped up on one package." "Steve,......" "You're interrupting." "Sorry." "I've never been with a man but I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual. For as long as I can remember, I've had this fantasy about men in woman's clothing. I never had a desire to wear woman's clothes but there's something that draws me to the thought of making it with a woman like you. I guess it's the fact that I could be seen with a woman and no one would know about the little extra she has that I alone knew about and got to play with. Now you fit the bill just fine, so I'm fascinated." Should I tell him about my fantasy? I wanted to very much. I never mentioned it to Karen because I felt I was lucky with her reaction to my dressing but didn't want to push that luck. For the past few years, I had fantasized about being with a man. I'm not gay and don't believe that I'm bisexual because, as I said earlier, when I'm in my female persona I'm all woman. I am a woman with an extra added attraction. I fit the bill. He said so. Somewhat relaxed now I asked, "Are you hitting on me?". "I'm not hitting on you but there isn't anything stopping me is there?" "What do you mean by that?" "Well you've got a secret you don't want to get out, don't you?" My face went white. He was going to blackmail me. Noticing the change on my face he quickly said, "Wait, I'm sorry. I was just playing with you. I would never force you to do anything like that. Hell, you know me. And, I swear I will take your secret to the grave." I told him about my fantasy. I tried to convince myself that I had no idea why I was telling him but I knew why. I have long ago resolved myself to the fact that I would never be with a man when dressed as a woman and especially never in a situation like this. But now I was. I wanted him to hit on me. "Still want me to leave?" he asked. "No," I answered. What am I thinking!!!! I know very well what I'm thinking. He's going to take that as an invitation to come on to me! Oh I do hope so. My fantasies about men really turned me on but never having been with a man, I didn't know if real life would be the same but I sure wanted to find out. "Let me see," he said. "See what?" "You. Stand up and walk around." "Steve." "What? I'm in the presence of a very sexy lady and I want a look. Come on, stand up and do a twirl." What the hell, I did want him to see me so I stood and walked over to the edge of the patio. Turning to face him, I saw his beaming smile, telling me that he liked what he saw. I started back toward him, walking very slowly. With my four-inch heels clicking on the cement, I put a little extra sway into my walk trying to look as sexy as I could. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Putting myself on display for a man. Stay cool girl. It's what we girls do when we're interested, isn't it? Yes it is. I stopped a few steps short of him and he stood up. "I'm sorry but I just can't help it," he said. "Help what?" "This," he said as he pulled me into his arms, bringing his mouth to mine. I know he felt me tense but he held me tightly anyway. As his lips caressed mine there was no question about wanting this. The tension fell away and I melted into him, opening my mouth to accept his tongue. Locked in a deep French kiss, I was experiencing so many new and different feelings. I suspect the same any girl feels when she's kissed for the first time. Wonderful feelings. Breaking the kiss he breathed, "Baby, you do get my blood boiling." Feeling him grow hard between us, I giggled, "So I can feel." Wait. I can't do this. This guy is a friend of mine. I'll never be able to face him again. Do I care? This is a moment I never thought I would experience but I did know that I didn't want it to end. The conflicts raged within me. Get a grip. "Steve," I whispered, "I don't think this is a good idea. I'm gonna have a hard enough time facing you again as Chris and if we go any farther....well I just don't know." "Chris doesn't have any thing to do with this. This, Christine, is between you and me." "Are you sure?" I had to ask. "Absolutely and when I see Chris I won't say a word. It'll be our little secret." The excitement I was feeling was so new and wonderful. The fear I was also feeling somehow added to the excitement. Can I do this? Fantasies are one thing but this is the real thing standing here in front of me. What would Jennifer think? Hummm ... she's not here. Let's see, I wonder how many more years it would be before I was again in a situation like this. Fifty? One hundred? Two hundred? Probably never. Decision time. Girl, it's time to get laid or stay out of the bedroom! 2. A fantasy Come True I took Steve's hand and led him through the house to the bedroom. I stopped next to the bed and turned to face him. Snaking my arms up around his neck, I brought my lips to his. Our mouths met in a deep sensuous kiss. Mixed emotions were running through me over what I was doing, standing here kissing a man, about to do who knows what. The woman in me was screaming for this not to stop but there was that distant voice of the owner of this body saying something about not doing this. I'm sorry, what did you say? I can't quite hear you. Dressed as I was, completely immersed in the woman I am, with all these new and wonderful feelings I was experiencing, the owner's voice faded to black. I am going to carry this through! I needed to carry this through!! Now nibbling on Steve's earlobe I whispered the word that until this day I had only dreamed of saying, "Lover, I want to suck your cock." "Baby, I can't think of anything better I'd like than having your mouth wrapped around my dick!" The woman in me, now in complete control, breathed, "Oooo, Lover, that does sound good," as I sank to my knees. I reached out and caressed his cock through his pants. Little tingles ran through me as I touched "it" for the first time. Going as slow as my impatience would permit I unbuckled his belt and after unzipping his fly, pulled his pants down to the floor. He pulled his shirt off while kicking off his sandals and pants. Standing before me in just his underpants, looking down into my eyes, he smiled a reassuring smile. Returning his gaze, I reached out and caressed his throbbing cock through his shorts. Yes, I wanted this. There was doubt before but no longer. I really do want this. Not being able to wait another second, I pulled his underpants down exposing his member. Holy shit! There it was only inches from my face!! It looked magnificent....... and BIG. I have what I think is a normal six-inch long penis. His cock looked to be at least eight inches long and so thick! God sent me a porn star! Thanks God. Reaching out I wrapped both hands around this hard throbbing manhood that stood so proudly in front of me. I caressed it gently, feeling the texture and hard ridges of the veined shaft. A drop of pre-cum formed on the perfectly shaped head of this circumcised exhibit of manhood. I leaned in and sticking my tongue out, licked the drop off. My tongue contacting his cock sent a shiver of excitement through me. I can't believe I'm doing this. Believe it girl, and enjoy it. Oh yes, I am enjoying it. The excitement of the real thing has put my fantasies to shame. To experience this is to know what a woman feels while pleasing her man. And what a wonderful feeling it is! The taste was not what I expected. It was actually sweet. Looking up into his intently watching eyes, I pursed my lips and kissed the head. His cock jerked slightly and he pushed forward. The head penetrated into my receptive mouth and I accepted it willingly. Feeling it throb in my mouth I could only think about the intimacy of our act. I had his cock in my mouth. I was a cocksucker and loved it. I sucked his shaft as he moved deeper into my mouth. I wanted to take him all but was realistic enough to know that it wasn't going to happen. Steve started a fucking motion that was so delightful, going in and out gently at first and then deeper as I could take more. Taking him about three quarters of the way into my mouth I was overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure I was getting from servicing this cock. Steve moved his hands to my head and caressing my hair moaned, "That's it Bitch, suck my cock! I'm gonna fill you up." Thinking he was talking about cuming, I was already mentally prepared to take all his sperm. But he wasn't talking about cuming. Holding my head firmly, he rammed his cock deep into my mouth until my nose was in his pubic hair. It happened so fast I didn't have time to react. His cock was in my throat. When I fully comprehended what happened he started to slowly withdraw. Feeling his shaft sliding out of my throat sent shudders through my body. With just the head still in my mouth he thrust again only this time I was ready and came down on him savoring every delicious inch as it slid into my throat. He was now fucking my face. As he worked his shaft in and out of my throat, I savored the musky taste of his cock, the flavor of his pre-cum, the feel of his thrusting member and especially the intimate contact we are having. "Damm, Christine, you do know how to suck cock!" he yelled out. "Mmmmmm," I moaned around his cock. "Man, you are one hot slut. That's it Baby, suck my cock! I'm gonna cum so get ready!!!" I didn't want him to cum. Not because I was concerned about the taste but only because I didn't want this to end just yet. But then I did want him to come so I could finally get to drink his sperm. To taste his cum and bask in the essence of satisfying his need. The decision was made. Burying his shaft deep in my throat I felt a strong pulse and could feel the hot cum flowing down my throat. Lifting up, I withdrew him from my throat and held the end of his cock in my mouth, sucking as it pulsed, filling my mouth with his sperm. Swallowing, I could feel the cum travel down my throat to my tummy. The taste of his seed coating my mouth and tongue gave me a sense of complete satisfaction in being able to bring this man off with my mouth. Satisfaction only a woman can feel. As his spurting slowed and stopped, I milked his cock with my lips. Easing it from my mouth I looked into his now glassy eyes and licked up the last drop that leaked out from the head. Now I know why some women like this so much and am totally baffled as to why a woman wouldn't like it. What a reward! His cum was hot, thick and had a bittersweet taste that added to the magic of the moment. How intimate this is to take a mans sperm into my mouth and swallow it all. The pleasure I received from giving him pleasure made me understand how a woman feels when she satisfies her man. Until now, I had only imagined what it would be like to please a man with my mouth but now I did know and it was much better in real life. So very much better. Steve pulled me to my feet and gently kissed me. He said, "That, Girl, was the best blowjob I've ever had. You must have had a lot of practice." "Steve, I told you I've never been with anyone else and that is the truth. This is something that I never thought would happen but when it did....well I just wanted it to be good for both of us." "Was it good for you?" he asked. "Are you kidding, it wasn't just good. It was wonderful. It was so...so erotic. To take you like that made me understand what I'm supposed to feel as a woman. "Well My Sweet, I'll be happy to help you feel like a woman anytime you want. Anyway you want." I got the meaning and blushed. I did so want him to 'do me' but was afraid of getting hurt after seeing the size of him. I said, "I've thought a lot about what it would be like to be taken by a man. You know..... back there. The thought sends shivers up my spine and gets me so excited. It's just that your so big and I'm afraid." Taking my face in his hands he looked deeply into my eyes and said, "Christine, I'm going to take you now. I'll be gentle but it's still going to hurt so if you want me to stop at any time just say so. Do you trust me?" I knew this man and was sure I could trust him. Even after all the fantasizing I have done on this subject I just wasn't sure I could do it. This was all happing so fast and now the time was here. No more fantasy. This was the real deal. Decision time again. "Yes, I trust you." The decision was made. Steve took my mouth in a tender sensuous kiss as he ran his hands down my back. Cupping my ass he breathed in my ear, "This is going to be special, Christine. Remember that and just let yourself go." Steve is a great guy and I now was discovering that he was a special guy also. Somehow I just knew that he was going to be as gentle as possible as he leads me down this path of ecstasy. Oh yes, I did trust him and knew I could just let myself go as he said. His fingers moved to unbutton my blouse as he planted little kisses on my face. He slipped the blouse off my shoulders and undid the belt at my waist. My heart was pounding in anticipation of what was about to happen. All the sensations I was feeling fueled the desire I had for this act now upon me. He lowered my skirt and I was left standing in just my bra, panties, nylons, garters and high heels. He caressed my penis trough my panties as he kissed my neck and breast. I was dizzy with excitement but was determined to let him take the lead. He was, after all, the man. Stepping back he looked at me. All of me. I tensed, worrying that this vision before him would send him running. But it didn't and seeing the smile on his face along with his semi-hard cock twitching and growing, reassured me that he liked what he saw. I bent over and opened the nightstand drawer taking out a tube of K-Y Jelly. Holding it up and giving him my best bedroom eyes look, I whispered in a low sexy voice, "If you're going to fuck me, Stud, you'll be needing this." The look of lust in his eyes told me there is no turning back now. Not that I wanted to. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply as he caressed my back and ass. I could feel his now very hard cock pulsing between our bodies. I just couldn't resist as I said, "Hey Big Boy, is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" Obviously, a Mae West fan he chuckled as he said, "You are one hot woman and I'm damm glad to see you!" The excitement was causing shivers to course through my body as I dropped submissively to my knees and again took his cock in my mouth. This man was turning me on more than I could have ever imagined and I wanted to do nothing more than please him. He let me play with his cock for a few minutes and then lifting me to my feet he turned my around and laid me on the bed face down. Starting at my neck he kissed and caressed his way down my back to my waiting ass. A jolt passed through me as his finger gently probed the object of his desire. Carefully he slipped his finger into my asshole and began to probe. He had put lubricant on his finger and there was no pain, only pleasant sensations as he fingered my very private place. I relaxed and remembering what I had told my wife to do when I took her in the ass, I pushed out. His finger went all the way in sending shudders through me. He now added a second finger and as it entered pain shot through me. Feeling me tense up, he stopped the probing but did not withdraw. I am going to do this. I forced myself to relax again and pushed harder against his invading fingers. This helped the pain subsided to a bearable level. I moaned into the pillow and taking that as encouragement, he pushed deeper. I whimpered, "Honey, that really hurts." "It'll be OK," he assured me. "Just relax and it will get better, I promise." "Alright, go ahead but I'm not sure this is gong to work," I sniffled. After only a few minutes, the pain, while still there, was now being overshadowed by the erotic vision I had of what we were doing. Small waves of pleasure washed over me causing me to push harder against his fingers as they probed, preparing me for the anal assault still to come. "You're ready, Baby," he whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you now. I want you to get on top, that way you can control the action. I think it will be easier for you." He lay on his back with his massive cock standing at full attention. I straddled his legs and picking up the lubricant coated his shaft with it. Every nerve in my body was tingling with the excitement of anticipation. I wanted to hold this moment forever but just knew better things were still to come. I moved up his legs and placed his throbbing cock at the entrance to my asshole. Now feeling the head of his cock pushing at the threshold to my core, I became dizzy with passion. Lowering myself, I felt the bulbous head pushing in as I pushed out to open up. With a pop, the head went in sending a blinding flash of pain through me. I froze and willed myself to relax but oh how it hurt. I stayed like that, with the head of his shaft inside me, for a full minute waiting for the pain to diminish. As the pain ebbed I could feel the head of his cock pulsing with blood and again pictured this erotic scene that I was the star of. I wished we were doing this in front of a mirror, or better yet a video camera. The pain was now almost gone so I slowly lowered myself, feeling his shaft go deeper. When he was what I guessed about half way in I stopped and gazed into his eyes. He was smiling a warm smile and I could tell that he knew I was going to be all right. I leaned down to kiss him and as my lips caressed his, I lowered myself down, relishing the feel of his cock going up inside me. All the way inside me. When he was fully in with my ass resting on him, I held still and marveled at the feeling of his huge manhood buried deep in my ass. I could feel it throbbing and gently squeezed my asshole to answer his lust. Lifting up ever so slowly I wanted to feel every inch of him as he slid outward. Reaching the top, I went back down, savoring the sensation of him penetrating me as the feeling washed the little remaining pain away. Moving in a slow but steady rhythm up and down on his shaft, waves of pleasure ran through my body. I was a receptacle for his lust but I was using him for my lust too. A woman's lust. After about ten minutes of riding up and down on his shaft he pulled me down to lie flat on his chest and, without removing his cock, rolled us over so he was now on top. With my help he got two pillows under my ass and, supporting himself on his arms, began to fuck me as a woman should be fucked. My now willing ass was raising to meet his thrusts as I moaned in joy. Wrapping my legs around his, I hung on as he took me harder and harder. The pleasure that I was feeling as his hard, hot cock pistoned into me was so different from any I have ever experienced. My hard cock was pinned between us and the bonus of that stimulation was adding to the already overwhelming pleasure I was feeling. On every thrust, I could feel him hitting something inside me that seemed to cause little explosions of pleasure. These sensations were mounting within me and soon I realized that I was going to orgasm. This was like no beginning to an orgasm I had ever experienced. It started as a warm glow inside my ass and grew in intensity as it flowed through me. Steve was thrusting hard and deep and I could feel his cock swelling. I knew he was close so I let go. I erupted in orgasm as waves of erotic pleasure tore through me. As my asshole spasmed, clenching tightly on his cock, I felt his shaft start to pulse widely, delivering his hot seed deep in my ass. Finally slowing his thrusts to a stop he laid on me with his cock still buried deep in my ass. As he held me tight to him I felt his cock begin to soften. Not wanting him to leave my body just yet, I milked his cock with my ass. He had cum twice in the last hour but again began to stiffen. This was too much to hope for. "I can't get over what your doing to me you wanton slut," he stammered. "I think it's what you're doing to me, Stud. You've created a monster." "A cock hungry monster," he laughed. His cock grew hard and he began a slow deep thrusting into me again. The afterglow I had been feeling now blossomed into renewed passion. He lifted up on to his knees pulling me tight to him and started fucking me with renewed vigor. He took my nylon encased legs and lifted them over his shoulders giving him full and deep access to me. Now in complete control, he fucked me slow and deep then fast and hard, constantly changing the pace. I returned his thrust, savoring the pleasure I was feeling while being taken like this. We were connected in the most intimate way. He fucked me for the longest time, finally filling my ass once again with his essence. I loved every minute of this act, every inch of him thrusting into me. Feeling the heat of his cum as it flowed deep into my asshole gave me the ultimate satisfaction of a woman pleasuring a man. Looking into his eyes and seeing the fulfillment, I now understood the power a woman has over a man. It's a good power and when used wisely brings a woman great pleasure in both passion and satisfaction. Enjoying the afterglow while laying in his arms, an odd thought ran through my mind. This was the third time I have been caught while crossdressing. As the saying goes, "Third time's a charm". Epilog: My wife and I made a promise to each other when she caught me crossdressing that there would be no more secrets, so upon her return I confessed my affair with Steve. This was the real acid test to our marriage and I was again surprised that she was not upset or angry and even more surprised that she got excited as I told her in detail what had happened. Steve got the really big surprise when I invited him over one night, letting him think that I was alone, and he was serviced by two women. I must tell you that being fucked in the ass by my lover while I was doing the same to my wife was the ultimate fantasy come true.