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Society Wedding ? Part 2
By Alice Barry
When we left our lovebirds, Alvi and Jeff had just been wed
in a huge country club wedding. Alvi or Alice as he is
called when 'dressed' was resplendent in her white satins
and veil. Jeff was a knockout in his tuxedo. Their parents
were ecstatic that the boys had finally found their true
loves.
Mother
I was surprised that my Mother had become so accepting of
my relationship with Jeff. It was like she decided that if
her son was going to dress as a woman, she would behave
like she had a daughter.
Our relationship was getting along splendidly when Jeff and
I invited Mom to dinner shortly after our honeymoon.
The Business
It was the first time that I was invited to a board meeting
of the Wadsworth Company. The folks wanted to divvy up
jobs, appoint Jeff as the Chairman-in training and decide
future direction.
Because any relationship, no matter how strong at the
outset, might be severed later; Jeff and I had signed
mutual pre-nuptial agreements. Part of that played into the
direction of the Wadsworth Company.
"I call this meeting to order," sounded Bill Wadsworth in
an exceptionally business-like tone, "Is the secretary of
the corporation ready to take notes?"
"Dad, just get on with it, everybody knows why we are here,
everything is being recorded for transcription tomorrow,"
urged Jeff as he drummed the table.
"Okay, family, we are here to formally determine family
representation on the board for the next two generations.
"Jeff, you will become Chairman of the company when I
retire in 5 years. Mark will succeed you, unless you have
natural children of mature age by the time you retire. If
you do not have children, Mark's children will succeed him.
It is up to the generations after that to decide further
succession plans."
I piped up, "Jeff and I are trying very hard to have
children. Perhaps my husband needs more time off to work on
it."
"Alice, if you can find a way to get pregnant, I promise
that your children will eventually be leaders of the
company," Bill answered with a chuckle.
Jeff gave me a look like, 'why me?' but I continued.
"So, if Jeff and I were to adopt a child, it might reap the
benefits of the company but could not succeed into the
leadership?"
"That is exactly the point of this meeting."
"Jeff, as soon as this meeting is over, we need to work on
getting me pregnant. Maybe there is something wrong with
you?"
Jeff shook his head and simply said, "Let's talk about this
at home. The rest of the meeting is serious stuff."
Bill cleared his throat and continued, "While Alvi and Jeff
'try to make babies,' the rest of us will continue. Alvi's
pre-nuptial sets down the requirements for him to inherit
chunks of the company. If there is a breakup in the first
five years, Alvi walks away with personal gifts, $100
thousand, his car, and minor trinkets. If Jeff dies
naturally in that time; say from too much sex, Alvi is his
sole heir. After five years, the amount increases by $1
million per year until the fifteenth year. Then he is the
sole heir and entitled to a seat on the board to protect
his interests. Are there questions?"
"Too much sex is a natural death?" inquired Mark, "don't
tell my wife!"
Marilyn Wadsworth spoke up for the first time, "all sex
aside, we just want to be sure that everyone is on the same
page and there is no animosity later over the secession
plans."
"Mother, you know us better than that," argued Mark, "have
we ever fought over anything important."
"No, you haven't. Not like some families, we just want to
get it all down on paper so we are covered later."
The meeting was adjourned soon after and we departed for
home.
Bedroom Talk
"What the hell were you thinking in that meeting," demanded
Jeff as we got home, "perhaps you want to tell them our
favorite positions too?"
"Your dad started it with that crack about 'natural'
children. Why can't a child that we adopt become an officer
of the company? Sounds like discrimination to me! I was
just trying to add a little levity. They were all so
serious."
"The family business is serious business. Maybe you should
not worry your little head and go be a nice wife. Get
gussied up for me before you come to bed!"
"So you can fuck my brains out while we are trying to make
babies?"
"Alvi, sometimes I wonder if you are not just a dumb, big-
boobed blond."
"You will pay for that remark," I giggled, "I got the boobs
naturally. I told you that the gynecomastia [? see author's
note at the end] was a side effect of a depression drug I
took in college;" as I crawled under the covers.
"I would pay to have them removed if you wanted."
"I like them now. Either you like them or now; they are
part of the package."
In moments, my ankles were wrapped around Jeff's shoulders
and he was poised to enter my rosy little hole. We always
called this position, 'making babies' and it was my
favorite. Jeff knew instinctively what would set me off and
went right for the magic button. A few hits against my
prostate, and I was screaming for more.
It is so satisfying to wake up with your husband still
buried in your ass, his hands still cupping your boobs;
ready to begin the day with a good fuck.
Family Duty
It was pre-ordained that I would enter the business in some
capacity. I had had a career, albeit not a very glamorous
one, but I had been out in the world. The big decision was
whether I would have to work as a man or woman.
Once I had been introduced as Jeff's wife; the boss' wife,
I had to maintain that role. This led to my first shopping
expedition with my mother as two women together.
Have you ever had a really, really awkward telephone
conversation?
"Ring ring?" went the phone.
"Hi mom, would you like to go shopping with me?"
"Oh, Alvi, I haven't taken you shopping since you were
around ten. What is the occasion?"
"Mom, um, well um"
"What is it? Tell me, now!"
"Well, I am going to work at Wadsworth Company and I need
proper work clothes."
"And you want me to help you find just the right suit? Is
that it?"
"Yeah, Mom, that's right. I've never bought a ladies suit
before."
"You, you, YOU, want ME to help you dress up in drag so you
can please your boyfriend? Are you out of your flipping
mind?"
"I knew this was a waste of time. I just thought we would
spend a little time together."
"You are crazy. Me, take MY SON to buy a dress? Can you
imagine my embarrassment when you go in a fitting room?"
"Calm down, Mom. I just went through a full round of
wedding parties. We have entertained at home and we went to
the symphony last week. No one has even hinted that they
thought I was not a real and complete woman."
"Even if I was to agree to do this with you, why me? Why
now?"
"Because I am scared and want my mommy to help me. We never
did these things before and I don't understand colors and
fabrics and textures. I don't have a 'woman's touch'."
"Why not take your friends that got you into this?"
"Well, push comes to shove, they wear scrubs all day. They
don't look much like professional women. Amanda does not
look like the image I have of Jeff's wife. I want to look
elegantly professional. Not sexy and not sloppy. Kind of
like YOU dress for work."
I was appealing to her vanity and it was beginning to work.
"And Mom, I thought I would rather shop with you than with
Marilyn Wadsworth. You, after all; have seen me naked. I
thought it would be a fun thing to do together."
"I'm not really sure that I like this, but I'll try it
once."
Shopping With Mom
Remember shopping with Mom as a child? How she would mess
with your inseam right in the middle of the store? Mom
wanted to dress you in the most unstylish things
imaginable. Remember when you were the last kid in white
strap loafers?
Shopping for a dress with my Mom was not like that. After
she got over the initial shock, we had a great time. We
were like two old friends shopping. It was not a Mother/Son
expedition. We went in Nordstrom's and she insisted that I
get a professional bra fitting. Even when I protested that
I *knew* my size, that was not good enough. Instead of
playing with my inseam, she messed around with my bra
straps. I don't know which is worse.
I bought a lot of beautiful things that day. I had noticed
one of the women in the office wearing a silk suit and
decided that was exactly what I had to have. And I needed
all the accoutrements to pull off the look.
Taking Mom was a great idea. First, she got to see that I
was not an embarrassment, second, she has a great eye for
color, and last she did not want me in something that did
not match my age.
I came out with a gorgeous light grey silk suit with a
white shell. The skirt comes an inch above my knee;
conservative but not terribly so. Mom insisted that a lacy,
ecru bra underneath would emphasize my femininity; just a
peek of lace showing through. I was a knockout. A few basic
skirts and sweaters rounded out the day.
"Now Alice, if you buy all these outfits, you're going to
need matching shoes."
"But Mom, I'm tired."
"No buts, young lady, you are the one who wanted to shop.
Shoes, NOW!"
'Wait a minute,' I thought, 'she called me young lady.
Should I mention it?' I let the moment pass; I was having
fun with Mom.
I found out that I could be such a tease. All the nice
young men in the ladies shoe department seemed to enjoy
their job for one reason. They got to try to peek up so
many skirts. Okay, so I may have opened my legs a bit too
far a few times; innocently mind you. They don't need to
know that I am sporting a dick and balls; perhaps bigger
than theirs, and not a pussy.
Mom caught that, "honey, it is not nice to tease the boys.
They are just trying to make a living. They are probably in
the storeroom relieving themselves."
"I'm not used to keeping my knees together."
"Am I going to have to tell Jeff to keep you locked in the
house?"
"Oh, I am having too much fun shopping with you. I'll be
good. We should have done this long ago."
We ate a light lunch; a girl has to watch her figure after
all. Mom commented on my measurements, "Does Jeff know he
has a runway model. What was that measurement, 36-28-35?
How did you get to this?"
"Frankly, Mother; I did nothing. Jeff and I jog all the
time. Remind me to get another sports bra. And I watch what
I eat and exercise; lots of bend over and touch the toes
stuff."
"I understand where the boobs came from, I remember when
you came home from school because you had been teased, and
the little waist; what about your butt?"
"Amy thinks it came from the combination of exercises I do.
Or maybe I just had a predisposition for a bubble butt. I
don't remember that much about Dad's physique."
"Your Dad did have something to hold onto, but nothing like
yours," I saw a twinkle as she reminisced.
"Well, Jeff is happy with it. I found that between high
heels and all, I have a nice walk. Jeff calls it 'that
practiced walk;' like some of the girls we knew in school."
I loaded up the car and took her home. I was never so glad
to get home and take off my shoes.
Fashion Show
When Jeff came home from the office, I wanted to show him
everything I had bought.
"Eh, Alvi, you are not going all girlie on me, are you?"
Jeff asked as I showed off the silk suit.
"I just want you to see that I am trying to make the right
impression. You'll tell me when I go over the top."
"Go shop all you want. Glad things are smoothing out with
your Mom."
"I think next time; I will ask your Mom to shop with me."
"I don't think I can afford the two of you with a charge
card."
"I'll be good. Just want your mother to think of me as a
daughter-in-law and not the queer that stole her son."
"Now that that is settled, let's cut out the show and go to
bed. I am anxious to prove to Dad that we CAN make a baby,
if we screw enough."
Beddy Bye Time
I had one last item I wanted to show Jeff that night. I
don't why I did it, but I bought a lovely, pink baby doll
gown. Lying on the bed, with my legs spread to receive him,
I looked like any uptown housewife.
Jeff was not pleased, "so you are going totally femme on
me? What happened to the guy I married? I like guys! I like
the hard bodies and hard dicks."
"I still have the dick. It is still all yours. Just thought
I would liven things up a little bit."
"Maybe I will just rip the gown off of you and screw your
brains out."
"Yum, screw my brains, big boy!"
Jeff has an outstanding dick and balls. Even flaccid, it is
at least six inches and hangs with a slight downturn. The
balls are like golf balls. Just writing about them makes me
excited. I could nurse on that dick all day and frequently
have.
Jeff straddled my chest and presented his dick for my
enjoyment. I began by swirling my tongue all around the
head, nibbled down the sides, before taking one ball then
the other inside my gaping mouth. I worked my way up to the
bulbous head. I took it into my mouth as the pee slit
parted with a tiny drop. I quickly deep throated the entire
length even as I felt it begin to grow even larger.
I was having trouble breathing until he began to stroke in
and out. He was massaging my nipples and hefting my tit. He
let out a sigh and thrust forward, trying to get it all in
my mouth.
I chewed a little and applied my vacuum. It did not take
much and he began to cum buckets. I swallowed quickly and
would not let go until it was scrubbed clean and went limp.
I still wanted to get fucked, "Jeff, please put it in the
other hole."
"Not until you take off that silly nightgown."
"Why don't you take it off me? It won't bite."
"It's bad enough that you have to be dressed like a woman
at work. I don't want to see it in my bedroom. And when are
you going to do something about those boobs?"
"You mean OUR bedroom," I sighed as I began pulling the
gown over my head, "First of all, if I am going to present
myself as a woman in public, why would I want to get rid of
my boobs? Just so I could wear prosthetics? Second, you
know they grew naturally. I have explained over and over
about gynecomastia. Lots of guys have it in some form; mine
is just more pronounced. You seem to get some pleasure
playing with my nipples when we make love. Why don't you
read up about it on the 'net and leave me alone?
"I will be all man in here. Jeff, turn over; it's your turn
to get screwed."
He does not present his ass for my enjoyment very often,
Jeff is the consummate 'top man,' but when he does, it is
my big day.
I could not get enough of Jeff's body. His square, angled
features contrasted so much to my feminine soft features.
His butt is small; the shoulders are large and broad. The
small waist is evidence of his workouts and our running
routine.
Jeff lay down spread-eagle on the bed. I began by licking
his butt hole, quickly darting my tongue deep inside. Each
time, he let out a little whimper. Once he was at a fever
pitch, I lowered my dick into his rosy pink bud. He winched
and told me to press forward.
After feeding the whole thing in, I thrust over and over
again. I came in a monumental orgasm and flooded his bowels
with my essence. Jeff seized up, grabbing my dick in his
vise-like ass as he came from both ends.
We fell asleep, connected as only two lovers can.
Mother Wadsworth
"Ring ring. Ring ring," I heard as I rushed to get the
phone, Jeff was out with his dad for their weekly Saturday
golf game.
"Hello, Wadsworth residence, how may I help you?"
"Alvi, is that you? This is Marilyn Wadsworth. How is my
favorite daughter-in-law?"
I thought, 'my God, I must be in trouble now, or Mark's
wife was in deeper shit.' "Hi, Mom, Jeff is not home,
something I can do for you?"
"Actually, I was calling for you. Did you hear about the
charity dance at the Zoo to dedicate the new Rhino House we
sponsored?"
Tentatively I said, "Yes, I assumed we were going to the
dance."
"Donna and I were going shopping for something spectacular
to wear to the dance and I thought you might like to join
us."
Donna is Mark's wife. She knows about my little masquerade
and is openly hostile toward me.
"And why did you want me to go shopping with the two of
you? I don't think Donna likes me."
Marilyn answered in a mischievous tone, "that is exactly
what I would like to change. I never had any daughters to
go shopping with and thought I would like to start with my
two daughters-in-law."
"Why now?" I asked.
"I wanted the three of us in coordinating outfits. Let
everyone be painfully aware that now there are three
Wadsworth women for the city to watch out for."
"When are you going? I need a few minutes to get
presentable."
"How about we pick you up in an hour; we will get something
to eat, and then go spend, spend, spend!"
Shopping
"Donna dear, look at Alice; you could pick up a few fashion
tips from her. See how her legs look in those three-inch
pumps?" whined Marilyn over her watercress salad.
"Mother Wadsworth, I don't know why I am here. Alice is not
a woman and is never going to be, as does not want to be.
And Alice does not have two screaming children to chase.
She can turn off the woman when 'she' wants to," sneered
Donna with all the venom she could muster.
"Oh, dear! I so hoped that the two of you would get along.
I won't be here forever to keep the family in the
limelight."
"Why don't I just get a cab and go home? I can see where I
am not wanted," I interjected.
"No, Alice. Donna is going to apologize and behave like an
adult."
"Oh, what the fuck! You have Jeff, Mark, and Bill on your
side. I'm just the caretaker for the next generation."
Marilyn exasperatedly replied, "at least watch your
language and keep your voice down. Next time I want to shop
I'll just call Alice. You can wear a burlap sack if you
wish!"
Things got less bad after that. Actually, I had fun
shopping with those two. Donna started to tolerate me a
little more. She said I was a better mirror that the one on
the wall. I did not hesitate to tell her what looked bad on
her.
Donna was actually quite beautiful and had a good figure,
especially for a 35-year old mother of two. When I saw her
in the fitting room, I could not stop myself from
complimenting her on her shape.
"How do you do it? You chase kids all day long. Mark is
always working. Yet here you stand looking like you spend
hours at the gym. Do you have a secret potion?"
"Secret potion? Nah, chasing the kids, I never have time to
eat. All those loads of laundry; running up and down the
stairs, do wonders for the legs."
"Why don't you get help? You can surely afford it," I
suggested.
"Haven't you heard how cheap Mark is? If I had help, he
would probably expect me to go to work to pay for it."
After that, Donna and I started to get along pretty okay.
We could commiserate about our husbands and she could
forget about my sex. Once we were trying on gowns in the
same fitting room, the differences did not seem to matter.
Marilyn observed our conversation, "I see you girls have
found something in common. You can complain about my boys."
"I was noticing that Alice and I are virtually the same
size. Next time she can come shop for both of us."
"But if I do, will Mark want to pay for the trip?"
We decided rather than look all alike; we bought almost the
same gown in three colors. Mine was chiffon yellow; my
favorite color. Donna went for the aqua and Marilyn
demanded white. The lady is white is always the center of
attention. I saw a woman in the mall wearing Lucite high
heels, it looks like she was walking on air and knew I had
to have the same thing. Donna liked the idea so much, she
got the same ones. Marilyn insisted that a woman of her
stature had to have white patent pumps.
All in all, it was not a bad shopping expedition. I proved
to Donna that I am not a parody of a lady; and I saw that
there is a person under her gruff exterior.
The Rhino Dance
Fortunately, the night of the dance at the zoo was not
steamy hot. In fact, there was a slight chill being the
middle of fall. I draped a long shawl over my shoulders and
held Jeff's tuxedo clad arm.
Did I mention how I was dressed? The yellow gown I chose
was backless and almost front-less. From tiny straps, it
plunged halfway to my navel. No bra was possible, just a
little cantilevering inside the dress. I emphasized my
cleavage with sparkly eye shadow between my boobs.
Donna was particularly ravishing in almost the same dress.
Mark could not take his eyes off of her.
Donna whispered to me in a conspiratorial tone, "Remind me
to go shopping with you more often. Mark has not looked at
me like this in years."
"I told you it takes a man, to know what men like!"
"I take back all the crap I laid on you. Let's let bygones
be yada yada yada. What are you doing tomorrow, I was
thinking of going to a movie and shopping?"
"I was thinking something sexy for the bedroom," I piped
up, "something to keep the boys at home."
"Girlfriend, I like your thinking. Should we tell Marilyn
we are talking or let her think she has to take us shopping
so we will talk?"
"I think we can get one more expedition out of her before
she catches on."
Jeff and I were dancing chin to chin when he complimented
my dress, "are you trying to give some of the old men heart
failure? Shouldn't you have dressed more modestly?"
"Are you saying you don't like it or do you? Do you see how
your brother is ogling his wife?"
"Oh, I love it. I'm just uncomfortable how it looks on my
boyfriend."
"I can announce to the crowd that I am a man and take off
the dress. You can tell all your friends and the media that
you are really gay. I have no shame in MY body."
"Keep you pants on! I love your dress. You look lovely
tonight in it. Everyone is envious of me and my beautiful,
loving wife."
I teased, "That's better. You can tear it off of me in a
few hours and see how loving your wife can be."
The dance went off spectacularly and I guess they raised
plenty of money for some needy rhinoceros. I danced with
Jeff, Mark, and some bank president that seemed to think he
was seeing the mother lode when he looked down. I felt his
'father lode' against my belly the entire time. Wouldn't he
have been surprised? I giggled about it all the way home.
We have come to the end of chapter 2. In chapter 3,
somebody will impregnate either Cindy or Fran. Jeff and
Alvi will have some steamy sex and Alice will have more
adventures in CD.
Cast of Characters:
Alvin/Alice...................Me the Narrator
Amanda "Amy"..................Good friend and Matchmaker
Fran..........................Friend
Cindy.........................Fran's lesbian 'wife'
Jeff..........................My husband
Mark..........................Jeff's younger brother
Donna.........................Mark's wife
Bill & Marilyn Wadsworth......Jeff & Mark's parents
Rosalie Bairdron..............My mother
Author's note: Want to know more about Gynecomastia, or
male breast growth; go to www.gynecomastia.org. Your author
has had it since his early twenties and is now a natural
40C.
© 2003 Alice Barry
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