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A Little More Spice By Donna Williams "I'm almost ready. You know guys think women are always late, so why disappoint them?" I asked. I was in no real hurry, anyway. "I know," replied Susan, "but the parking lot at the club gets full early on Saturday nights. I don't know about you, but I don't want to have to walk three blocks in these heels." "OK, ok, I think I'm ready," I said, going downstairs. "Tell me how I look." "Fabulous, we should have done this earlier. I think you'll enjoy having a boyfriend to take you out and spend money on you. I always have." "Well, me having a boyfriend is your idea, not mine, and I know what they expect when they do spend money on a woman," I replied. "It wasn't THAT long ago I was spending my money courting you." "And did you always get what you expected?" she asked. "Just because he might expect something in return, you're not a whore." "You keep saying that, but I'm new to this. You want me to have a boyfriend, but if I don't show the right amount of appreciation, he may not want to be my boyfriend," I said, thinking that wouldn't be a bad thing. My wife would probably set me up with some other guy, and as guys go, Bill wasn't so bad. He was handsome (had I really thought that) at 6'2" (I was only 5'10"), well built, kept his chest and back hair free and polite. "You only need to be nice and lady like, although I think you might enjoy his attention after last night," she laughed. "How had I got here?" I thoughtfully reminisced. When Susan and I were dating, I brought up the subject of habits, fetishes and fantasies, early on in our relationship. I loved the feel of panties on my cock, and was always honest about this with the women I'd dated. Ever since I first found out how they felt, when I was about 12- 13 years old, and during the following years, I knew I could never give it up. I tried once, when I joined the army, but when I would come home on leave, one of the first things I'd do would be look for one of my sister's lacy, nylon panties and masturbate with them. I figured it was better to be up front about it, before the relationship got to the bedroom. I guess I didn't really care if they told anyone else, lots of guys do what I did. Susan had said she really didn't have any habits, and hadn't thought about fetishes. She had normal fantasies many girls thought about, but nothing kinky. After I told her of my habit/fetish she said she was really glad I was honest with her, and she didn't think she'd have a problem with it. One day, after we had been married for a few months, while she lay back enjoying the fruits and labor of my tongue, out of the blue, she said, "Stop a second. I want you to try something for me." "Sure, anything you want," I responded, thinking she wanted me to try a different technique. "I want you to put on a pair of those panties you use when I'm not around." "Wait a minute, now, I've never worn them." "So? I want to see if we can't spice things up a bit if you do." "I don't even know if they'll fit." "Go on and try, I'm just getting hornier thinking about it." I went over to bottom drawers of my dresser and pulled out the top pair, pink nylon with lace in a heart shape over the crotch, and a little lace around the leg holes. I pulled them up my legs, and they barely fit over my thighs. Once I got past my thighs they just barely fit around my butt. "Maybe I'll try another pair," I said starting to pull those down. "NO! I like the look. Come back over here and finish what you started, only turn around so I can play with your butt and cock through the nylon," she ordered. She had three orgasms as she played with me through the nylon, keeping me aroused but unsatisfied. I had to admit, the feeling was great and I told her so. "You think that felt good? Turn around and rub your cock on my clit through your panties. I've heard lesbians love the feel," she said. She climaxed twice more, and the second time I did too. "Ohhh, that was sooo good. How was it for you?" she breathlessly asked. "I really enjoyed it when you played with me through the panties, and when I finally came, it seemed more powerful," I replied. "However, the tightness around the legs is starting to hurt a little." "Well then, we can go shopping tomorrow and find something more your size!" she said excitedly. The next day found me standing in the lingerie section of Hechts. They had rows and rows of panties, but we were only interested in the more feminine ones. Susan began gathering some that came in set of threes and then some that were single items. "Why so many?" I asked. "Well, I think I may have developed a fetish similar to yours," she responded. "Only mine is having you wear these all the time. That way I can cop a feel whenever I want to feel them on your sexy butt." When we got home, she had me change into a yellow pair that ruffled lace hanging from the waist and similar lace around the leg holes. Very feminine. She walked up behind me and started rubbing my ass with her crotch and reached around with her hands to rub the already erect dick that caused an unfeminine bulge in the panties. I leaned back into her and just said, "Mmmmm." "You like, eh? Good, now put your pants back on. You need to get used to wearing them without getting an erection, because I want you to wear them all the time. I'll be checking too." I put my pants back on and went into the living room to watch a little television with Susan. I kept trying to get her back into the bedroom, but she wouldn't have any of it. Later she suggested we go out to eat. I was a little embarrassed, thinking that anyone could see the panty lines, but after a while I settled down and didn't think about them anymore. Susan could tell I was feeling more comfortable as the evening progressed, and made no move to change that. When we got home, it was near bedtime so we went into the bedroom to get ready. I pulled my shoes and socks off, then the shirt, followed by the pants. "Get on the bed, slut!" she ordered as she stripped out of her clothes. "I want some of what you got, and I need some more of that tongue. You make me so hot." A few weeks later, as I pulled on a mint green pair of panties and as Susan watched, she asked, "What's wrong love? You don't seem to enjoy the panties as much." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "I still love wearing them." "You don't get a hard on like you used to when you pull them on," she replied. "I guess the excitement has worn off some, but I still love the feel of them." Nothing more was said for a couple of days, but that Friday night, as I was getting undressed, Susan said, "Close your eyes, turn around and lift your arms slightly." I felt her slide something up my arms. I knew it had to be a bra, but I kept my eyes closed, even as my dick started to swell. "OK, open them!" she said after moving me in front of the mirror. I slowly took in the picture before me and turned a little to the left and right. Susan, however, looked to my crotch and saw the bulge that divulged my excitement. "I thought we needed to do something to add a little more spice to the panties," she said, "so I got you some bras that match several of your more feminine panties. I also picked up matching sets of camisoles and tap pants." "What are they?" I asked. "You'll see," she said, "but right now I see something that needs taken care of." That night she taught me what it felt like to have my nipples played with through a bra and to have them sucked afterwards. She had me go down on her pussy, however, before she let me cum. After she was satisfied, she had me lay beside her. She started rubbing my nipples again through the bra and then she started rubbing my cock through the panties. Soon she had my cock free of the panties and her hand wrapped around it pumping away. I closed my eyes and lay back, when she lifted the bra over the nipple and started sucking it. The nerves there were quite sensitive and before I knew it I was cumming in torrents. This orgasm was different, I felt in my stomach too, and it almost gave me a cramp, it was so powerful. I knew I was hooked. When we woke the next morning, Susan requested that I leave the bra and panties on, since we had no plans to go anywhere. "I want you to get used to the tightness around your chest," she said. So I slipped a white t-shirt on and a pair of khaki shorts, while she slipped into a little sundress. We went in and had breakfast before tackling some of the chores neglected during the week. Every once in awhile, she would sneak up behind me, reach around and grab my boobs, keeping me teased. That night, she had me put on a yellow panty and bra set after exiting the shower. She then held up a little yellow babydoll nighty for me to put on. She saw me baulk at this. "Come on, you've enjoyed the other feminine garments, besides it hides that hairy chest," she said. "I don't know, maybe I should shave my chest?" "Maybe you should, it'll keep the hair out my mouth as I suck your nipples. You do like being sucked, don't you? However, that can wait until tomorrow, I want your tongue now, and I want you to wear this." Reluctantly, I put on the nighty. It wasn't so much the thought of wearing it, but of knowing I'd love it and get hooked on it also. "Oh well," I thought, "can't see the harm in getting hooked on something new. I'm already hooked on the panties and bras." My climax was just as powerful that night as the previous night. Yep, hooked again. The next morning, Susan was true to her word and had me shave my chest, but she didn't stop there; I had to shave my legs, arms, underarms and she shaved my back, not that there was much hair there. Exiting the shower we dried each other off and rubbed moisturizing lotion on each other. Strange thing was I wasn't hard, and Susan noticed. "I guess you need your pretty frillies to get aroused now?" she asked. "No, I don't think so, I was a little lost in thought that's all. I was thinking about having to explain the hairless legs and arms to my friends." "Just tell them I like you this way," she said. "There's no need to explain further. You're doing it for me and that's all that matters, right?" "You're right honey," I replied. "Once they get over the initial shock I'm sure they'll get over it without calling me names, like sissy. I'll even suggest that they shave to see how good it feels." "That's my sissy," she giggled. "Why you..." I responded, as I chased her through the house, naked, but definitely aroused when I caught her. "Oooh, you like being called a sissy, eh?" she giggled again. "Well, carry me back to bed, and I'll take care of that little problem with your swollen clittie ... sissy." I laughed, and carried her back to bed as instructed. When we got up again, that afternoon, she said, "I have something different for you to wear," she said, as I started putting on my panties. "You remember the camisole and tap pants I mentioned a while back, and you didn't know what they were? I want you to put these on." She handed me the set and they were exquisite. Bright pink with white lace in all the right places. I slipped into them, luxuriating at the feel of the satin sliding over my now hairless body. "Mmmm," I moaned. "Being hairless has its advantages, but I don't think I'll tell the guys this part." Susan slipped into a peignoir set and we stayed in all day, enjoying the feel of each other and our clothes as we watched television. We were watching one movie in particular, "Clue", that got me aroused a bit, and Susan took notice of the tent in my tap pants. "Are you exited by the pretty maid, or her outfit?" she asked. "The outfit," I said, "definitely the outfit. Quite sexy, don't you think?" *** A few months passed and Susan hadn't surprised me with any new feminine garments. She had also started at a new position at work, so had been working late recently. When she'd come home I'd try and initiate a little sex play, but she complained she was too tired. I was back to masturbation. One day she called me at work and said she had a surprise for me that night. I couldn't wait to get home. I knew it had to be something sexy and that would lead to us having a night of passionate love. I got home before she did, so I took a quick shower and made sure my body was smooth. She came into the bedroom all smiles as I exited the bathroom, my cock leading the way. "Happy to see me, I see," she said, "Or are you thinking of the present I brought you?" "Both," I said, diplomatically. She handed me a box wrapped with a pink ribbon, and I opened it to find a black corset. As I held it up, Susan said, "Wait, this is special, let me get a camera and take some photos to remember it by." She came back with the camera, and took a picture of me holding the corset up, smiling. "Wait a second honey," I said, "I don't want someone else to see me like this. How are you going to get the film developed?" "Don't worry dear, it's a digital camera," she replied. "We can see them on our computer. Now put it on and I'll tighten the laces. My sissy should have an hour glass figure when I'm done." Next she had me put on the black seamed stockings I found in the box, while she photographed me rolling them up my smooth legs and attaching them to the garters. "It's a good thing this has a steady shot feature," she laughed. "It's funny watching you try to do the back garters." I finally got the stockings attached and she handed me another box to open. In it was a pair of ruffled white panties and a short white petticoat, which I proceeded to put on, and under it was a black French maid's outfit. My wife took pictures each step of the way. "Don't you like it?" she asked with a pout. "Yes, of course, thank you dear," I responded. "Good, it's like the one we saw in that movie a few months back, remember? Oh, here is another present to go with it." she said, handing me another box to open. In it were an apron, a maid's cap and a pair of black stilettos. "Put those on and sit at the vanity so I can fix your makeup." "Makeup, I've never worn makeup before!" "You've never been a ladies maid before either! You must look proper when in uniform," she said. "I'm glad you shaved earlier," she said, as she put foundation on my face, followed by a powder to make it appear more natural. She then lined my eyes in black and applied mascara to my lashes. She followed that with some eye liner and a coral pink lipstick. Then she took my hands and applied matching coral pink gloss to my nails. I sat there stunned looking at the results of my transformation. "I can't believe that's really me," I whispered. "You can thank me by kneeling and attending my pussy with your pretty mouth and proficient little tongue, sissy!" she ordered. Obliging her I knelt and pulled her sopping panties off. "You're really wet tonight," I remarked. Does this turn you on that much?" "Yes," she replied, as I proceeded to stick my tongue in her pussy as far as it would go, she tasted a little different, but I passed that off as not having done this in a while. "Among other things," she said, but I didn't hear this remark. Her orgasm was something to see. "I guess she does like me this way," I thought, as she leaned on my shoulders until she could stand straight again. She stood and pulled her panties back up and her dress back down, informing me that she had to go back to work now. "I just had to bring your present home, because I couldn't wait to get you in it after you'd put up with my late nights. Now, to show your proper gratitude, I expect the weekend chores to be done by the time I get home. That way we'll have more time to play tomorrow." "OK, dear, but..." "No buts! I haven't asked for much, so you will do this, won't you?" "Of course, dear... " "Oh, and by the way, remember when we first started dating and you asked if I had any fetishes? Well, seeing you like this, I believe I do. A dominant one. So from now on, when your in uniform you'll address me as Mistress. Understand?" "Yes Mistress," I replied, throwing in a curtsey for good measure to show her I could play the game. Only I'd find out it wasn't a game. With a wide smile, she said, "Yes, I think this will work out fine. I'll call before I come home so you can wait for me by the door on your knees. Don't touch yourself before then. I'll be able to tell. We'll take care of your relief when I get back." With that she went back to work and I started on the chores. I worked feverishly to complete all that we usually do on Saturday and Sunday, and managed to finish before Susan, I mean, my Mistress called. "How are you fairing Marsha?" she asked. "I've just finished Mistress," I replied. "Uh, are we on the speaker phone, Mistress?" "Yes, but don't worry, there's nobody listening," she lied. "I'll be home shortly, so wait for me like I instructed." "Yes, of course Mistress," I replied, as she hung up. Coming home, she found me on my knees by the door as instructed. "Kiss my feet Marsha!" she ordered. "Take my briefcase to the den, turn on the computer, go the kitchen, fix me a drink and bring it to me in the den." By the time I got back to the den with her drink, the computer had booted up, and on the screen was a web page showing my transformation from Mike to Marsha. "I've composed an email to go out to your friends and family giving them the address to this web page," she said. "It is a timed email, and can only be stopped if I stop it manually. From this day forward, when I give a command, I expect you to follow it without question. Any rebellion from you an I will let the email send itself to the addressees. Understand?" she asked. "I understand, Mistress, but I have been doing as you say. Why the blackmail?" "You balked a while back when I asked you to put the little yellow babydoll nighty on for me. Then tonight you questioned me when I wanted to makeup your face. Now, if I want to add a little more spice to our life, and ask you to do something, which is the same as an order, you'll do it, right? "Yes Mistress," I murmured. "Good," she said, while shutting down the computer. "I'm horny again, kneel here and take care of it for me, won't you!?" "Yes Mistress," I said as I complied with her request. She tasted the same as earlier, so I thought nothing more about it. I thought she was going to break the chair as she thrashed in an extremely violent orgasm. I knew now she was really into her new role. She then took me to bed and let me rub my panty cover cock on her panty covered clit until we both came. We then slept fitfully. "Morning Marsha," she said when she saw my eyes flutter open. They felt sticky, and I pulled at the lashes to loosen them. "You need to learn to take your makeup off before sleeping. We'll get into that later this morning as we go through some of your training." I got up and went in to take a shower and shave, washing the makeup off. Susan handed me a bottle of her hair conditioning lotion and told me to follow the directions on it. After I got out of the shower and dried off, Susan handed me a light chiffon robe saying, "Put this on over your lingerie, it'll make you feel better as we start with teaching you to do your hair in a feminine style." We spent the better part of the morning trying different styles and with me redoing what she taught me until I could do it quickly and do it right. After lunch she taught me how to obtain different looks with the makeup for each hair style and which look best suited a particular hair style. Satisfied with my progress, she told me to go change so we could go out to dinner. "What should I wear?" I nervously asked. "I don't have anything to go with this look." She laughed, "Dress as Mike, not Marsha. I didn't say anything about taking you out as Marsha did I?" So, we changed and went out for a nice quiet dinner. No more was said about my being her maid. *** The next Friday morning, however, Susan told me I was to change into her sissy maid when I got home from work. Then I was to prepare dinner and do the weekend chores so Saturday could be used for something else. I got home around 5:30 washed my hair and shaved my face before putting on the maid's uniform. It was hard to tighten the laces of the corset, but I tied them to the door knob and leaned forward until they tightened up. I then sat at the mirror putting on my makeup. I chose a hair style to go with the makeup, once I got dinner started. I stood and went to the full length mirror behind the door to make sure my seams were straight. Satisfied, I then proceeded to take care of my chores. I knew I wouldn't be able to finish them before Susan got home, but I could finish them after dinner. Around 8 o'clock she called saying, "I'm on my way home, you know where to be when I get there, right?" "Yes Mistress," I replied. *** We followed this routine for about a month. Then, one evening, she brought her boss home with her. I was stunned. "Quit staring, and get up Marsha! I want you to meet my boss, Kurt." I managed somehow to get to my feet, "Pleased to meet you, Sir," I said with a proper curtsy. I was stunned but not so much as I would forget about the web page. "Is dinner ready?" she asked. "I hope so, we worked up quite an appetite at work." "I-I'll check Mistress, would you like a drink in the meantime?" I asked. "Why thank you Marsha, I think we would. What'll you have Kurt?" she asked, as they headed into the dining room. Speaking directly to me, "A rum and coke would be nice, Marsha," he said. "Yes Sir," I replied with a curtsy as I left to check on dinner and fix their drinks. "She seems to be well trained in such a short time Susan," I heard Kurt say. "It's only been a little over a month, hasn't it?" "Yes, but he, I mean, she learns fast," replied Susan. I brought them their drinks, with proper curtsies, and let them know dinner would be served in two minutes. "I just put the rolls in the steamer to warm up," I informed them. They ate together and I had mine in the kitchen. I made sure to return to the dining room frequently, to see if they needed anything else. I didn't eat much, not the way my stomach was feeling. After dinner, they retired to the living room to relax to the television, as I cleaned off the table and cleaned the kitchen. Once that was done, I started on the rest of my chores. Around midnight, Kurt said he had to go, and kissed Susan good night. "Good night Marsha, that was a fine dinner," he said. I couldn't help but smile, "Thank you Sir," I said with a curtsy. Turning to Susan, he said, "She'll make someone a fine wife sometime." After he left I wanted so bad to say something to Susan, but knew I couldn't. However, she explained things to me anyway. "You may not realize it, but you make a fine lesbian lover but a poor male lover. You haven't fucked me in nearly a year! When Kurt was transferred here, he immediately promoted me and started having me work late to catch him up on things. As you saw, he is quite handsome, and authoritative. After a few days working side by side, I was taken with him. One thing led to another which led to things becoming sexual. We made love for the first time the same day I first dressed you as my maid." she said, pausing to let that sink in. "Yes, that's right," she said as the look on my face belied my understanding of what she just said. "You ate his cum from my pussy. And that wasn't the last time either." "I know," I replied with tears forming in my eyes. "Don't cry, sissy! You'll ruin your makeup, and it looks so nice tonight," she said. "It's your own fault, you know. Always waiting for ME to come up with something to spice up our love life. I felt you were being a little selfish, and started resenting it. It just got to the point where I found myself becoming more dominant, and you more submissive. I found that I liked being dominant, as it excited me so. My inviting Kurt here tonight has excited me quite a bit too. Now, let's go get dressed for bed, I have another of Kurt's loads for you." As I was buried between Susan's thighs she told me, "Tomorrow, we will need to go girl shopping. I know you fear going out dressed, but we need to get you a few clothes and an LBD." "An LBD, what's that?" is managed to ask. "Don't stop and ask questions, that was feeling so good," she responded. "A little black dress, silly. Kurt has four tickets to a show at one of the clubs this weekend, and invited me and Bill to go, leaving him with one to spare. You remember Bill don't you? I'm sure you do. Anyway, I told him I'd get you to go with Bill, but he didn't believe me. That's when I invited him here tonight, so he could see what a pretty sissy you are. Uhhhh, so good," she said reaching her first orgasm of the night. "Just the thought of you having a boyfriend really turns me on. Now, put a robe on and go out to the car, I brought you another present." I came back with the box, and opened it with Susan watching. Inside was a light blue blouse and a denim mini skirt. "You'll need to wear that tomorrow when we go shopping. I know you love your French maid uniform, but that wouldn't be proper attire for the mall." I then held up another smaller box. "That is a special present for my little sissy. Since you've been so good and submissive lately, I decided you should feel a little more like a woman. Go on and open it," she said. I gasped after looking inside the box. "It's a strap-on," I said, barely above a whisper. "Yes dear Marsha, and some KY to go with it," she said. "Now put the dildo in its place and fit it around my waist. Now, while your down there, give it a kiss, and say 'Hello Bill'." I looked up imploringly, and then said, "Hello, Bill. I'm happy to make your acquaintance." "Very nice sissy. Now take it in your mouth and put that talented tongue to use around its head. Take it deeper, and don't stop until I feel your nose in my hair," she instructed. I finally got passed my gag reflexes and managed to take it all in my throat. She then said, "Now, lube it with the KY, lay down, raise your knees and spread your legs. I would take you from behind, but I want to watch your face as I take your virginity." She placed the head of the dildo against my a-hole turned pussy and leaned forward. "You better relax, or it will hurt." She grabbed my ankles and put them on her shoulder, then leaned in further. The head of the dildo popped in and her weight pushed it about four inches further. "Oh God, that hurts!" I screamed. "You'll get used to it in a minute," she responded. She then pulled back a little and pushed forward again, with a little more force. Rocking back and forth, soon all 7" were embedded in my rear, and I heard myself begging to be fucked harder. "Oh God, fuck me Bill!" I screamed. "Harder, make me a woman." Susan pumped until I finally came from the anal stimulation. I know I felt her trembling a few times too. As she pulled out, she said, "Grab you knees and hold your legs up, I need to insert a tampon so you won't feel so empty. In the morning, just pull the string and I'll come right out. Now you are a woman ready for your first boyfriend." "Ding-Dong," went the doorbell bringing me out of my revelry. "Get the door Marsha," my wife said, and followed me to the door. As I opened it, Susan went to Kurt and gave him a big hello kiss, then turned to Bill, "Bill, this is Marsha, Marsha, this is Bill." "Nice to meet you again," I said. "I don't think I've had the pleasure," replied Bill, taking my hand. Susan interrupted, "Yes, you met early last year. Marsha looked quite a bit different then though." "She must have gotten prettier," replied Bill with a grin, "or I would have remembered her, for sure. Shall we go?" I trembled as we headed out, hand-in-hand to Kurt's car. "What's wrong?" Bill asked. "N-nothing," I replied. Susan cut in, "I think she's a little nervous, being with such a handsome guy, right Marsha?" "That could be it," I nervously replied. "Why don't you two sit close together and Bill can hold you in his arms to see if he can get you calm down before we get to the club?" she suggested. "You don't want to be drinking on a nervous stomach." "I think that's a good idea," Bill put in. So we sat in the back seat with Bill holding me close in his arms, and I did finally settle down, relaxed a bit and rested my head on his shoulders. I managed to enjoy the show along with the others. Once the show ended there was music and dancing. I found myself dancing close to Bill the rest of the night, and with the help of a few drinks even let him kiss me. Susan was watching with a smile as she saw me put my arms around Bill's neck in response to one particularly long kiss. As the night was coming to an end, I felt comfortable in Bill's arms, and when Kurt drove us home, Bill and I engaged in a few more long kisses. Before either of us knew it, we were home and Susan laughed, "Break it up you two or I'll have to get the hose out!" Embarrassed, Bill and I walked to the door holding hands, as did Kurt and Susan. I watched as Kurt started giving Susan a goodnight kiss, and I turned to Bill and did the same. Susan was surprised when she heard me ask, "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" "Sounds good," responded Bill. "Me too," said Kurt. Once inside Susan got me alone to make the drinks, "What are you doing?" she asked. "You know what guys expect when asked in!" "I'm sorry, I just forgot. I'm so confused." "Well you got yourself in this pickle," she laughed. Carrying the drinks back into the living room, Susan sat beside Kurt on the couch and handed him his drink. Bill was in the only other chair, so he pulled me into his lap and then took his drink from me. "Well Kurt, did you think Marsha would fall for Bill like this?" Susan teased. "After what has occurred in the last few months with Marsha, I don't think anything would surprise me now," Kurt responded. "But Bill may be surprised later." I sat there and blushed in response to their banter. "What's all the veiled talk over there?" asked Bill. "What has Marsha been doing that is so secretive?" "You explain it to him Marsha. Take your time and start from the beginning," said Susan, and added with a giggle. "Kurt and I are going to the bedroom." Kurt added, "If we're not interrupted by you, Bill, we'll assume you've worked things out, and will be spending the night in Marsha's bed." Fearfully, I explained how I came to be in the position I was in, and Bill quietly asked me to explain the part about the dildo again. "So she had you call it Bill, uh?" he asked. "Let's go to your room and reenact that part again, only Bill won't be fake." I was relieved he hadn't gotten angry. "Susan and Kurt are in there," I said, trying to put off what was occurring. "You have a spare bedroom don't you?" asked Bill, more of a statement that a question. Unable to delay the inevitable any longer, I led Bill to the spare room. Turning on the light I found Susan had put my yellow babydoll nighty and matching lingerie on the bed. Embarrassed, I excused myself to the bathroom so I could change. When I returned, Bill was under the sheet, his cock imitating a long tent pole. I slowly eased myself onto the bed, as Bill remarked, "You look cute in that, now show me how talented your tongue really is." I pulled the sheet back and exclaimed, "Oh God, it's bigger than the dildo!" "You'll get used to it, and after tonight you'll not be satisfied with any other guy's cock," remarked Bill. He then ordered, "Now get down there a worship it!" I knew I had to get it moist to slide in my mouth, so I began licking it all over, especially around the head. Bill lay back moaning with pleasure. Once it was wet enough, I slowly inserted it past my lips. "Ohh, you're so tight," moaned Bill. "Don't stop until your nose touches my hair!" I bobbed up and down, trying to get him wetter so that it would slide into my throat easier. After about 15 minutes of this, I finally succeeded in taking him all the way. I would then bob up and down with a few quick strokes, pause to breath, and then bob up and down again. "You really know how to tease a guy," Bill said. Once he came, I made sure the head of his cock was in my mouth. I didn't want to smother with him in my throat. I managed to swallow most of it. "That was great," he said. "Keep licking so I can remain hard enough to take your pussy." In a few minutes he said he was ready, but I started begging off, "I don't think I'm ready for you there. I could barely get it in my mouth." "Just make sure you lube it with plenty of the KY," he said. "It's in the other bedroom," I responded. "Well, go get it, and hurry, or you'll have to use that mouth to make me hard again," he ordered. I went to the door of the other bedroom, realizing I had to knock to enter my own room. Knock-Knock "Who's there?" asked Susan. "Marsha," I replied. "Marsha, who," laughed Susan. Pausing a second, I responded, "Marsha the sissy!" Laughing harder, she said, "Come in!" As I entered, she asked Kurt, "Doesn't she look cute? I see by your attire you and Bill made it to the other bedroom. What is it you wanted?" Blushing, I responded, "I need the KY? Bill is gigantic, and well, I need it." "OK, sissy, get it and run along back to your boyfriend. You can tell me all about it tomorrow," she replied. Returning to the other bedroom, I could see Bill was flaccid again, so I kneeled between his legs and used my mouth to get him hard. Once he was fairly hard I took the KY and thickly coated his cock I then asked him to put some in my ass. Once we were properly, I hoped, lubed, Bill said, with some apparent sympathy, "OK Marsha, this is going to hurt more than that dildo did, so you'll need to squat over the tip." "Can't I just get on my knees instead of squatting?" I asked. "No, you'll see why in a minute or so. Turn around facing my feet. Now, ease down while I line everything up. Ease down some more." "Ohhh, God, you were right. I feel like your splitting me in two!" I moaned, and eased down some more. Just then the head pooped through, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I'm losing my balance!" I yelled, as I fell, impaling myself on his spear. Bill grabbed my waist, as I started squirming, preventing me from getting up again. "Just rest there a few minutes and get used to it," said Bill, as tears ran down my cheeks and I was biting my lower lip trying to keep from passing out. "I knew you wouldn't be able to ease down on it all the way if you were on your knees. You'd have kept hesitating and raising back up, so I had you squat instead." A couple of minutes later Bill instructed, "Now lean forward so you can get on your hands and knees so I get on my knees. Doggie style always gets the best penetration you know." Getting into position, Bill reached around and played with my sensitive nipples through the bra as he began to stroke in and out, in and out ..."Oh baby, you are one tight bitch." Soon, he let go of my nipples and raised upright, grasped my waist and started pumping my ass faster, "Oh yea, oh yea, you are sooo tight!" he stated. "Squeeze them muscles and tighten up some more!" "I can't," I moaned. "You've stretched me too far!" About ten minutes later, Bill stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked, "Don't stop, it was just started to hurt so good." "I, we, need to change positions again. When I pull out I want you to roll over on your back, raise your legs straight up and spread them into a wide V. OK, now!" I quickly turned around onto my back and spread my legs as instructed; and Bill turned in synchronization with me and leaned between my legs inserting his dick back into my ass. The position change was fast enough that my hole had not closed (as if it could now) and there was no pain as he entered me again. He continued to fuck me in this position, stopping occasionally to lean down so we could French kiss. At one point he slammed into me with such force I pumped my head on the headboard, and I knew he was starting to cum. Then I felt his powerful squirts of semen deep in my bowels, as I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him to me as tight as possible. Collapsing on me, he started to roll off, but I held him tight, "You can let go now," he whispered in my ear. "But I don't want you to stop, I need you to keep going. I haven't climaxed yet! Please?" I begged. I then reached up and grabbed the sides of his head and pulled his lips to mine. Eagerly trying to get him aroused again, I started kissing and sucking on his tongue. "Please don't leave me hanging like this," I begged some more. He started to respond by moving his crotch against mine as we continued to kiss. His partially deflated cock again became hard as he continued to grind his crotch on mine. With a low guttural moan, I felt the build up in my stomach as I finally came; and again wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, and my arms tightly around his neck as I kissed him passionately. "Oh, god, that was great! Thank you (kiss), thank you (kiss)." "It's not over yet," Bill whispered in my ear. "I believe that I need to get off again, but I don't think you can handle more fucking. You'll need to use your talented mouth again." I looked deep into his eyes and somewhat reluctantly said, "If that's what you want." I was hoping he would change his mind by the look in my eyes, but it was not to be. He lifted off me and rolled over so my mouth could have access to his dick. I surprised myself by wondering how men could be so passionate and yet so selfish at the same time. As I sucked him off a second time, I wondered what my wife would say to me tomorrow when we talked about all that had gone between me and my boyfriend. I guess I was totally exhausted from the night's activities because I didn't wake up until it was nearly noon. I hadn't heard Bill get up and leave with Kurt. I waddled into the bathroom and did my business, the three S's, and even inserted a tampon because of the empty feeling in my rear. As I emerged, Susan told me to dress as Marsha again today, so we could have that talk over coffee. "I figured you'd be more comfortable talking about you and your boyfriend if you were dressed this way," Susan remarked as I gingerly sat down to the coffee. "Quite a day for you yesterday, wasn't it? OK, tell me, how was he in bed?" I found myself falling into my role as Marsha and related to Susan how I felt. Especially my nervousness when the evening started, then how I had begun to relax in my new role while in Bill's arms, all that had occurred in bed last night and how I felt about having a boyfriend such as Bill. Susan continued to smile as we talked like two girlfriends, instead of husband and wife. Finally, Susan said, "I know you have some questions about where we go from here, so let me talk. I can tell you have developed real feelings for Bill, however, you must not forget that we are married. Bill probably didn't tell you, but he is bi-sexual, so he will probably continue to see other women. Of course you may want to ask him about that. Anyway, I don't want you dating him during the week, because you will be required to act as a husband should with his wife, and not as a gay lover to Bill. There will be no dressing as Marsha until the weekend, except for your lingerie of course. On Fridays, you will come home from work and slip into your maid's uniform so you can continue with your chores. I am SO glad to have a maid now. If Bill calls and asks me if you are available, I will make the decision as to whether he can see you or not. You'll have no say in the matter. Bill will be your weekend boyfriend until I decide otherwise, or until he no longer fancies you. You will always come home from your dates with Bill, and if your chores haven't been completed, you will dress as my maid until they are. Once they are complete, I may let you wear what you like, but no promises. Have you any questions?" Pausing a few seconds to take in all of what she said, I simply replied, "No Mistress." "Good!," she responded. "Now understand that I've found that I get quite turned on by putting you in embarrassing situations. So there will be times that I'll do things you won't like at first or may not like at all. I may tell you about them early in the week, or keep them to myself, but just thinking about them will most likely lead to my getting fucked by Kurt again before coming home to put your tongue to good use." As I wondered what she could possibly do to further humiliate me, she added. "For example, this weekend ..." She left me hanging. "What?" I asked. "I've invited another couple over for diner Saturday night." "So...?" I asked. "Well, they'll be having diner with me and Kurt. You, of course will act the proper maid and greet them at the door and serve the meal you've prepared." "That doesn't sound so hard," I replied with a slight smile, thinking how could that embarrass me, because, when I'm dressed as Marsha, all traces of Mike disappear. "No?" she responded. "You wouldn't feel so smug if you knew who it was I've invited?" Who did she invite? One of Mike's friends? A relative maybe? Or was it his boss? THE END?