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First of all, thanks for all of the positive feedback ? I was rather nervous as "Gotcha" was my 1st attempt at writing, so it means a lot to me that my work has been well received. I've tried to take some of your comments on board whilst writing part II ? I hope you all enjoy it! Gotcha part II I awoke with the sun streaming in through the bedroom windows. As I struggled to slough off the foggy-headed, semi-conscious feeling that one has upon awakening, my hand brushed against my chest and I felt the satin of my camisole. All of a sudden, my memories came flooding back to me. The previous day, my wife Natasha had discovered my secret ? that I had been cross-dressing at every available opportunity, whenever she was out, basically, and I'd never been caught. Until now, that is. The thought of yesterday woke me fully. I was still half-dressed in lingerie, a black satin camisole with matching black stockings and suspender belt (the French knickers having gone missing at some point the previous day!). I rolled over to speak to Natasha, but she was nowhere to be seen. I suddenly felt quite alarmed. Had I dreamed it all? Or had she woken up and realised that she'd made a huge mistake and decided to leave me (the biggest factor in my deciding not to tell her about my clandestine cross-dressing)? Thankfully, my rampant paranoia was unnecessary, as Natasha entered the bedroom just as I was getting out of bed. "Morning, sleepy head", she said. "And what sort of time do you call this?" "I was...erm...well, I..." I stammered. "Don't worry, sweetie, I was only teasing. You looked so cute laying there that I wanted to leave you peacefully while I had a shower. You look very sweet in satin, you know." I actually felt a little uncomfortable standing there, semi-clad in lingerie, in front of her. In spite of the fact that my secret was now out in the open, I still hadn't fully got my head around someone else knowing about me. Even though we had shared a wonderful, passionate encounter, I was still a little embarrassed. Natasha seemed to sense my discomfort. She stepped toward me and put her arms around me. Looking deep into my eyes, she pulled me closer to her and kissed me. "I don't want you to feel awkward, Steve," she said, "because, as I said yesterday, deep down I've known for a long time so I've completely come to terms with it. So stop being so bashful, you can't pull it off wearing that ensemble!" I smiled when she said that ? somehow, she seemed to know exactly what to say to put my mind at ease. "Anyway," Natasha continued, "we don't have time to be awkward. We've got a busy day ahead of us." "But it's the weekend," I protested. "What's so busy that it can't wait?" "Oh, you'll see," Natasha said with a gleam in her eye. "First of all, we've got to go shopping." "We went shopping just the other day," I said. "We're fully stocked up; the fridge is filled to bursting." "We're not going shopping for food, silly!" Natasha laughed. "I want to get you in some new outfits ? a girl isn't going to pass up an opportunity like this to hit the shops! Since you were wearing only lingerie when I discovered you yesterday, can I assume that you don't have any outer clothes to compliment your underwear?" She was absolutely right ? I had always been so into the sensations that I received when I wore my underwear that I'd never even bothered with any other female clothing. "Well, I couldn't really see the point of getting dresses or anything like that ? I mean it's not like I'm planning on going out dressed up, is it?" "Well, you might not feel like that now, but I'd love to see you fully transformed ? I always said you had great cheekbones, so now there's no reason not to find out just how great they are", said Natasha. "Besides," she said, gently running a finger up and down my cock, "it could be a lot of fun for both of us." It didn't take much to persuade me! I felt myself stiffen and closed my eyes, but abruptly, Natasha stopped caressing me. I opened my eyes and looked at her, questioningly. "Save it for later, honey, you're going to need all of your energy!" she said, giggling at my disappointed expression. "Right, you go and get yourself showered, let's not waste the weekend." I duly trotted off to the bathroom. Just as I was about to get into the shower, Natasha popped into the bathroom behind me. "One thing, darling," she said. "Since we're trying to go for a full transformation, would you mind shaving for me?" "Of course," I replied, "I've got a bit of a shadow so I was planning to do so anyway." "Not your face, Steve, I meant your legs. Imagine how nice those stockings will feel against your smooth, hairless skin." "You must be joking!" I said. "What about when I go to the gym, everyone will notice." "Well, you could either wear tracksuit bottoms, or just front it out ? most people wouldn't question it and for those that do, just make something up. Tell them it's to make you more streamlined when you swim or something, I don't know. All I know is that I want those sexy legs of yours to be hair free by the time you get out of the shower. Now do it. Make sure you do your bikini line while you're at it." Natasha's voice had a firmness, an authority to it that I hadn't heard before. Meekly, I replied "Okay" and reached for the soap and razor. Ten minutes later, I emerged from the shower, with my legs hairless for the first time since I was a young child. As I walked back into the bedroom, Natasha looked me up and down and smiled. "Mmm, that's the look I was after. Did you moisturise your legs after you shaved them?" she asked. "Erm, no babe, I didn't know I was supposed to," I said. "Well, you don't have to; it'll just soothe them and make them feel nicer. Here, I'll put some on for you." She kneeled in front of me and applied the moisturiser to my legs, slowly running her hands up and down my calves and my thighs. I have to admit, it did feel very sensual. "There you go," she said, "and very nice you look too. Right, I'll be waiting for you downstairs, don't be long." I quickly put a pair of jeans and a T-shirt on, pulled a pair of socks on and I was ready to go within 5 minutes. My jeans felt very strange over my hairless legs, and I have to say, I was eagerly anticipating how they would feel when I was pulling up my nylons over them. All in good time, I said to myself! We arrived at our local shopping centre at 10.30 a.m., and headed straight for the department store. Natasha took my arm and said in a low voice, "Now, don't be nervous. Anyone who sees you will assume that we're buying for me, not you. Just act like you do this all of the time." I was feeling a little nervous, as the only female clothing that I'd bought before had been via mail order. I'd never actually gone into a shop to buy some. "What about when we pay for it?" I said. "How do we explain the fact that it's in my size, not yours?" I am much broader than Natasha, and at least 6" taller. "How do we explain it? We don't. I guarantee you that the people who work here won't bat an eyelid. They probably won't even look to see what size it is, and if they do, they are paid not to comment upon it." She squeezed my hand. "Don't worry, babe, if anyone does say anything, I'll deal with it. Okay?" Natasha smiled at me. "Okay, I'll take your word for it," I replied. "Just don't ask me to try anything on while we're here!" I said jokingly, to try to ease my nerves. Well, Natasha said we were going to shop, and shop we did! We started off in the lingerie department, getting a couple of satin camisole/French knicker sets, one in black and one in white, as Natasha said that the outfit that I'd been wearing the day before was looking rather worn (not surprisingly, really, as it was the only matching set that I had and I had worn it regularly). Next, we selected a bra and panties set in cream, offset with very delicate lace ("Perfect for your transformation!" Natasha said), followed by a full-length white silky nightie with matching negligee, again trimmed with lace. A black lace basque was added, then a beautiful satin teddy and finally, we selected several pairs of stockings and matching suspender belts and just for good measure, Natasha picked up a cream satin and lace waist cincher with detachable suspenders. "Just to make sure you have that girlish waist, honey!" she said, "After all, if we're going to do this, we might as well do it properly." I nodded and smiled ? how strange the way things change, I thought. Only yesterday, I was a furtive cross- dresser, terrified that my secret would be discovered. A day later and here I am, buying lingerie in public with my wife! We made our way to the till and paid for my new underwear. As Natasha had predicted, the shop assistant didn't even check the sizes, all she did was scan the barcodes and give us the total. I handed her my card, signed the receipt and that was it ? almost too easy in fact. I'd always avoided shopping in public, imagining worst case scenarios where I had to explain who the lingerie was for, or getting disgusted knowing looks from the salesgirl. As I said previously, my imagination does run away with me a little sometimes! Now that we'd done the hard part, we moved on to our next port of call. Natasha led me by the arm to the ladieswear dept. "So, what sort of dress would you like, Steve?" Natasha asked. "Something demure and staid, perhaps?" She stopped in front of a mannequin that was wearing exactly what she was describing. "I hear that the Dr Ruth look is coming back into fashion," she said, laughing. "I'd sooner wear something that feels nice as well as looks nice. Something soft and silky, you know what I like." I said, growing in confidence. Natasha found a beautiful black satin dress which she held up in front of me. "What do you think of this one, Steve? Is this more your style? Classy but slightly slutty, if you ask me ? it should suit you to a tee." It was very nice, and I couldn't wait to try it on. "It's wonderful, Natasha. Let's get it!" I said, my heart racing. "Well, before we do, I want to get you something a little more practical. You know, for when you're doing the housework or cooking, that sort of thing." Natasha picked up a white satin blouse and a black knee-length skirt. "This ought to do." Then she stopped and put the blouse and skirt back. "Actually, no. Don't worry about it; I have another idea." I asked her what her idea was, but she remained tight- lipped. "I'll have to go to another shop. Let's pay for your dress and we'll move on." We made our way to the till and paid, before leaving the store. "You go back to the car with the bags," said Natasha, "and I'll be along shortly. See you soon, honey." She kissed me deeply, then turned and walked off. I took a slow walk to my car, wondering what Natasha had planned for me. Natasha returned to the car about 25 minutes after me. She opened the back door of the car and put a bag in, but I couldn't see what was in it, or even where she had been. As Natasha got into the car, she pretended to scold me for peeking. "You're just going to have to wait, be patient. Don't make me put you over my knee when we get home!" Natasha said, adding. "Unless you want me to, of course." I looked at her and smiled. "Maybe, if I misbehave, it might be necessary." "Well," said Natasha, "naughty girls have to be disciplined, so we'll have to keep an eye on your conduct, young lady." It really turned me on to be talking like this ? in the past, any sexy talk would be confined strictly to the bedroom. Things were definitely warming up! We arrived back home around 20 minutes later. I found it very difficult to concentrate on the journey, as I was both very excited and also very curious about what the rest of the day had to offer. Just the thought of all of my new clothes was enough to get me aroused, and to add to my difficulties, Natasha spent the entire journey with her hand rubbing up and down my inner thigh, telling me how much she was looking forward to dressing me up in satin and lace. Luckily, the roads were fairly quiet and I managed to get home without veering off of the road, somehow. As soon as we entered the house, Natasha instructed me to go to the bedroom and remove all of my clothes. I did so quickly, eagerly awaiting the chance to dress up. Natasha entered the room just as I was pulling off my socks. She looked me up and down, before saying, "Actually, Steve, I think we're going to have to go further if we're going to make you look convincing. You're going to have to shave your arms and your chest, I think." I must have looked worried, because Natasha walked up to me, took hold of my cock and started gently squeezing it. "Don't worry about what anyone else thinks. Who else are you going to be naked in front of, eh? Nobody, that's who. If anyone should notice your arms, just tell them that that's the way I like you, if it really embarrasses you. And to be honest," she said, caressing my balls with her other hand while she stroked my cock, "it would turn me on to see your chest totally hairless, as well as making it easier for me to suck on your nipples." I moaned as she caressed me; it felt fantastic, but I didn't want to come too soon ? at least, not before I'd had the chance to try my new clothes on. I extricated myself from her grasp and made my way to the bathroom, turned on the shower and grabbed my razor. Within 10 minutes, my chest and arms were totally smooth and clean. I dried myself off and went back to the bedroom, picking up the moisturiser and pouring a generous amount into my palm. I rubbed it into my chest and arms, until it was fully absorbed, then stood before Natasha, awaiting inspection. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked me over. I can honestly say that I've never seen her quite so excited ? her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was shallow and she was trembling ever so slightly. Quickly, she snapped out of her reverie and strode toward the bed where she had laid out my underwear. "I thought you could start with the bra and panties, first. Have you worn a bra before, Steve?" she asked. "No, I've only ever worn loose fitting camisole tops, Natasha, but I've watched you getting dressed and undressed so many times that I'm sure that I know what to do." I picked up the bra and, for a first attempt, swiftly fastened it around myself. The satin felt very sexy on my hairless chest, even more so when Natasha started rubbing my nipples through the material. She relented after a few seconds and handed me my panties. They were elasticated satin and they fitted very snugly around my cock ? not too loose, but not too tight either. I was very aroused and Natasha giggled at the tent-pole I was making in my panties. Next, with Natasha's help, I fastened the waist cincher into place and threaded each suspender through my panties, just in case I needed to get them off in a hurry! Finally, I unwrapped a new pair of 7 denier stockings and sat down on the bed to put them on. As I slipped the first one up my leg, I couldn't believe the sensation on my hairless skin. "Why didn't I do this sooner?" I said, thinking out loud. "You had your reasons, Steve," said Natasha, "but I'm sure that we'll make up for lost time. Your stockings feel nice then, honey?" "They feel incredible, so, so sexy." I replied. "Well, you seemed to enjoy our stockings rubbing together last night. It should feel even better now." "Can I put my dress on now, please?" I asked. I'd wanted to try it on ever since I picked it out in the store, and I was filled with expectation. "Of course you can, darling. Just slip it over your head and I'll zip you into it." As it slid down my body, I shivered at the sensation. It felt absolutely gorgeous over my undies, more so than I'd even imagined. I walked to and fro and felt the satin swish against my stockinged legs, delighting at the feeling. "So," I said, "I'm all done then. Is this what you were looking for?" Natasha looked me in the eye. "No, not quite, Steve. I did say that we were going for a full transformation, didn't I? You're not going to look like much of a woman without any make-up, are you?" I'd never even considered wearing make- up as well, and I was a little unsure. "Won't it make me look a bit, y'know, girly?" I asked. Natasha burst out laughing. "Well, of course it will, that's surely the whole point of it. Also, I must say that it's a little bit rich, don't you think? You're standing there in a satin dress and lingerie and you're concerned that make-up will make you look effeminate?" I saw the funny side and started laughing too. I suppose it was a bit late to start clinging to my masculinity! "Okay babe, but I don't have any of my own. And I'm not really dressed for another visit to the store!" "That's not a problem, Steve, you can share some of mine," said Natasha. "Now, which look would you prefer, subtle or slutty?" This wasn't really a question, as Natasha had already selected a deep red lipstick for me. "Okay, Steve, just sit still and listen, I'll tell you what to do while I make you up. Then you can do your own next time. I don't want you to watch in the mirror, as I'd sooner you get the full effect when I've finished." For the next 20 minutes or so, I sat patiently as Natasha expertly applied my make-up, talking me through every step. I tried to absorb everything she said, so I didn't really notice the time going. After my make-up was completed, Natasha instructed me to wait while she got something. It was then that I got another big surprise, for Natasha had bought me a wig to totally complete my transformation. It was a beautiful shade of brown and came to just past my shoulders. I tossed my head and felt it flick around my face. Natasha looked at me and grinned broadly. "There," she said, "pretty as a picture. Take a look in the mirror, sweetie." I walked over to the full-length mirror and closed my eyes. Although I felt fantastic, every time I'd seen myself dressed in the past I'd felt disappointed, so I was reluctant to look in case I spoiled the illusion. Steeling myself, I opened my eyes. There, before my eyes, was a beautiful, sexy woman. Even though I say so myself, I looked stunning. "Well," said Natasha, "do you like it?" I couldn't contain myself any more. "I love it! I can't believe how good I look, this is incredible. Thank you, thank you so much, it's more than I ever imagined." I had to stop talking as I was starting to feel overwhelmed and I knew that if I carried on, I'd start crying and my mascara would run. "You're welcome, Steve. Actually, calling you Steve doesn't feel right when you look like that. Do you mind if I call you Stephanie while you're en femme?" "The way I feel, you can call me whatever you like, honey," I replied, still awestruck by my reflection. "Good. So, do I get a kiss from my gorgeous girlfriend?" said Natasha. I snapped out of my trance, and turned to face her. We held each other and kissed, tenderly. With both of us wearing lipstick, this was another new experience ? it felt divine, very feminine and very, very sexy. Eventually, Natasha broke our kiss. She looked deep into my eyes and smiled at me. "Right, Stephanie, after all of my hard work, a cup of tea would be nice. I think I've earned one, don't you?" I was on cloud nine, so it seemed like a small price to pay. As I turned to go to the kitchen, Natasha patted me on the bottom and said, "There's a good girl. Maybe I won't have to discipline you after all!" The rest of the day was spent lounging around, basically acting like girlfriends. We watched a movie together, then talked about the events of the last 24 hours and how far we'd come. As I got up to make another drink, Natasha stopped me. "You really need to work on your walk, you know, Stephanie. You look every inch the woman, but you still walk like a man. I haven't had time to get you any heels yet, and they will help, but you need to put more of a wiggle into your walk. Hang on, I have an idea." Natasha went upstairs and came down carrying a butt plug. It was big, 5 inches from top to bottom and it must have been 2 inches across. "Hitch up your dress, Stephanie, pull your panties down and bend over." I did as I was asked, exposing my puckered hole to Natasha. She smeared some lubricant over the plug and rubbed a little bit around the edge of my hole, then put the plug against my opening. She pushed it gently, twisting it as it went in. I groaned as it entered me, feeling it fill me. Within seconds, the whole thing was inside me, except for the flared end. Natasha pulled my panties up, then helped me stand upright and straightened my dress out. "Now, Stephanie, try walking across the room again." I walked, but there was no way I could walk the way I usually did, not with the butt plug in place. I sashayed from side to side, my hips swaying as I moved. Natasha was very happy with my progress. "That was fabulous, darling. Watching you wiggle across the room is so sexy." Natasha looked at her watch and stood up. "Well, it's early, but I reckon it's about time we made our way up to bed. What do you think, Stephanie?" Like I needed asking! I took her hand and she led me upstairs to the bedroom. As soon as we arrived, Natasha quickly stripped off her dress and bra, leaving on just her black satin panties and matching stockings and suspender belt. She looked absolutely ravishing. She turned to me and kissed me, gently at first, but progressively more passionately. We tumbled onto the bed, our hands all over each others bodies. I caressed her gorgeous breasts, far more gently than I usually did in my ?male' role. I seemed to intuitively understand what she wanted from me. I bent my head down and kissed her nipple, every now and again just suckling it softly while I ran my fingers over her neck, stomach, shoulders and thighs. Natasha moaned in appreciation, all the while stroking my back and chest through my satin dress. I moved my hand down her stomach to the edge of her panties and ran my finger all the way around the slight bulge of her mons pubis, pleased to hear her gasp with pleasure. I let my finger slide down to her labia, stroking it through her panties, still kissing and sucking her nipple. As I fondled her damp lips, I started kissing down her chest, over her stomach, past her suspender belt and eventually reaching her panties. I breathed deeply and I could smell her scent, impregnated into the satin. I gripped her panties by either side and quickly pulled them down, allowing me access to her heavenly quim. Not wanting to rush anything, I continued stroking her moist lips while I kissed the tops of her thighs, which were already glistening with her juice. I licked all the way around her labia, teasing her as she moaned helplessly, before I finally put my tongue on her hot clit. It was as hard as I'd ever seen it, bright pink and engorged, so I made sure that I went slowly, licking all around it and from side to side, which always sends Natasha wild, and alternately pushing my tongue into her sopping hole. She groaned and grabbed hold of the back of my head, forcing my face into her sex. I took her clit between my lips and gently sucked it into my mouth, delicately flicking it with my tongue. Natasha started bucking into my face, so I increased the pressure and sped up my licking. That was enough to send her over the edge. With a scream, she held my head with both of her hands and started thrashing around, moaning loudly and tossing her head from side to side. Eventually, after what seemed to be an age, her breathing started to slow down and she loosened her grip on me. She opened her eyes and looked down at me, and smiled, her face flushed. "That was incredible," she said, "one of the best orgasms I've ever had. You were amazing, Stephanie. Now, I think you deserve a reward for that." Natasha pulled herself up and told me to take off my dress. I was quite reluctant to take it off, but Natasha correctly pointed out that it was too nice to risk tearing, so I complied. As I sat back down on the bed in my bra, panties, waist cincher and stockings, she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. "Right, I just want to get a couple of things straight, Stephanie," said Natasha. "While you and I are together," ? she fondled my crotch ? "this is your clit and," ? she ran a finger down to my butt ? "this is your pussy. Do you understand?" "Yes, Natasha," I said in my best girlish voice. "My clit and my pussy." "Also," continued Natasha, "from now on, if you have any fantasies or desires, you tell me immediately. I don't ever want you to think that you have to hide anything from me. I'm your wife, and you're my...well, at the moment, you're my wife too!" We laughed, and Natasha looked deeply into my eyes. "Anyway, let's not lose the moment. I believe I promised you a reward. Close your eyes, Stephanie." I closed my eyes and Natasha leaned forward and kissed my neck, nuzzling me around the back of my ear and licking my earlobe. I shivered in response; it felt like her tongue was carrying an electric charge. Natasha swung her leg over so she could change position, then she licked and kissed down towards my chest, at the same time stroking my stocking-clad legs. When she reached the edge of my bra, she pulled it down slightly and then took my left nipple into her mouth, running her tongue all around it. She then took it between her teeth, gently nibbling upon it, which made me gasp in pleasure. Natasha kissed her way across my chest and then sucked on my other nipple, harder this time, and simultaneously moved her hand up from my stockings to my inner thighs. Instinctively, I spread my legs. Natasha released my nipple from her mouth, and then carried on kissing downwards, towards my crotch. She planted delicate little kisses all around my waist and sides, and at the same time, started running her hand over the front of my panties. She stroked my clit through the satin, making it even harder than it already was. Natasha lifted the waistband of my panties and released the head of my clit. Still stroking me through the panties, Natasha took the head of my clit into her mouth and ran her tongue all over it, forcing a groan from between my lips. "Is that nice, Stephanie? Do you like it when I suck your clit?" Natasha asked, "Yes, I love it when you suck my clit, please don't stop, Natasha." I replied. Natasha took my clit into her mouth again, sucking harder, increasing the pressure with her tongue. I groaned again, knowing that my orgasm was close. Natasha sensed this, and took my clit out of her mouth. I felt her pull my panties down to my stocking tops and then straddle me again. "Open your eyes, Stephanie, I want you to watch this," said Natasha. As I opened my eyes, Natasha took my clit in her hand and rubbed it against her sopping cunt, the juices immediately coating my clit. With her other hand, she reached down and started rubbing her own clit, masturbating while she rubbed my clit against her pussy. I reached up and held her breast, softly thumbing her nipple, which made her toss her head back in delight. This was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen and I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. Just as I had that thought, Natasha put the head of my clit between her moist lips and sank down upon it, taking me inside of her. Still furiously rubbing her clit, she rose up and down upon me. "That's it, Stephanie, you like me fucking you, don't you?" Natasha said. "I want to see you touch yourself, play with your tits for me." I let go of Natasha's breast and brought my hands up to my chest, stroking my nipples through the satin of my bra. I cupped my breasts with both hands and squeezed them, then pinched my nipples and twisted them slightly. I was moaning rapidly, I couldn't take any more of this, and Natasha knew this as well. "You're so sexy, you little slut. Tell me how much you like being fucked, Stephanie." "I love being fucked, Natasha, fuck me, fuck me harder," I cried. "Ok, Stephanie, I'm going to come and I want you to come with me. Come on, you dirty little slut, come with me, give me everything you've got, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!" I closed my eyes and screamed in passion as we came together, Natasha still riding up and down on my pulsating clit. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, every spasm feeling like a mini-orgasm in itself. Eventually, the roller-coaster seemed to stop and I slowly opened my eyes. Natasha was looking down on me, her face red and her breathing heavy. She smiled at me. "That wasn't too bad, was it, Stephanie?" she said. I grinned back at her. "It was okay, I suppose. ?Beats sitting in front of the telly!" We both laughed and Natasha leaned forward and kissed me, a gentle, loving kiss, while she stroked my neck and I tenderly tickled her back. We stayed in this position for a couple of minutes and, as I was still inside of Natasha's wet pussy, I could feel her muscles contracting around my clit. She squeezed me, then released, then squeezed again, still kissing me and tickling around my ear. I felt myself getting aroused again, as did Natasha. She kissed me one last time, then lifted herself off of me. At first, I moaned in disappointment, for I thought that our session had ended. However, Natasha went to her lingerie drawer and took something out. It was a twin strap-on dildo, with a cock at each end. She stepped into the harness and inserted her half of the dildo into her hot, wet cunt. She looked me in the eye and said, "I think you know what's next. Get on your knees, Stephanie." Natasha stood in front of me, wearing just black stockings, suspenders and an 8" strap-on dildo. She poured a bit of lube into the palm of her hand and worked it into the dildo. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights, totally mesmerised. "Didn't you hear me, Stephanie? I said get on your knees. Maybe you do need to be disciplined after all!" I gathered my thoughts and hurriedly turned around, arching my back upwards. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Natasha advancing on me, and as I did so, I caught the reflection of us in the full-length mirror. There I was, in full make- up, wig, bra, stockings and suspenders with my panties around my ankles, with Natasha standing behind me, also in stockings and sussies but with a huge cock protruding from her crotch. Natasha saw what I was looking at and smiled. "If you think that looks good now, wait until you're full of cock, Stephanie. Make sure you turn your head towards the mirror while I fuck you, I want to see the expression on your pretty little face." Natasha poured some lube into the palm of her left hand, then lubed up the fingers of her right hand. She removed the butt plug from my pussy, and then pushed a finger into my opening, twisting it around inside of me. I let out a low moan, it felt fantastic. Natasha pulled out her finger, and then put it back in again, this time with another finger beside it. She was stretching my tight little opening, gently at first, then more vigorously. I groaned with pleasure, and as I did so, Natasha pulled out her two fingers then bunched up all four fingers and pushed them into my pussy. I thought I was going to be split in half! She poured some more lubricant into my crack, then carried on pushing, again and again, fucking my tight pussy with her fingers. I had never felt anything like this, and I was panting heavily. Natasha slowed down the tempo, and then started to withdraw her fingers. "Hold your pussy open," Natasha commanded me. I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks wide as Natasha pulled her fingers from me. I had the same feeling of emptiness that I'd had the day before, and I pushed my pussy back towards her, desperately wanting it to be filled. I looked into the mirror just as Natasha placed the head of the dildo against my tight pussy. I closed my eyes, waiting for the feeling of fullness. Natasha pushed the head of the rubber cock into me, making me sigh. She paused for a second, long enough for me to start pushing back onto the cock. Still Natasha didn't move though. "What is it that you want, Stephanie?" she asked. "I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard." I replied. "Where do you want it?" I heard her say. "In my pussy, honey," I said. "Please, stick your hard cock into my pussy, fill me up and fuck me, I can't stand it, please fuck me, Natasha." "Okay then, I like a girl who knows how to ask nicely. Are you ready, Stephanie?" I pushed back against her, straining to get more of her cock inside of me. "Yes, I'm ready, now please, fuck me." Natasha pushed her cock into me, slowly but surely until eventually, all 8" of it was buried inside of me. She leaned over me and whispered, "Here we go." Natasha started working the dildo in and out of me, building up a rhythm. I was focusing on her thrusts, trying to match her tempo and push back when she pushed forward, when all of a sudden I felt a buzzing in my pussy. I didn't realise, but Natasha had bought a strap- on with a built in vibrator. She looked at my face in the mirror and grinned. "I thought you'd like that. That's only half speed though, now I'll turn it up." Natasha carried on thrusting in and out of me, but all of a sudden the vibrations increased in intensity. I could hear Natasha moaning while she fucked me, so I knew it was having the same effect on her. She ploughed the dildo in and out of my hole, each thrust seemingly going deeper and deeper. "Are you nearly ready to come, Stephanie?" she asked, in between groans. "Ohhh, yes, I, aahhh, am, Natasha, fuck me harder." I moaned. The speed of Natasha's thrusts increased and she slapped me hard on my butt cheek. "That's it, you cock-hungry little slut, take my big cock in your pussy, you love being fucked, don't you? Tell me how much you want to come." "Please, Natasha, I want to come, I can't take it any more, it's too much, I love you fucking me, please let me come." I felt Natasha's hand on my clit and she stroked it rhythmically. "Okay Stephanie, you slut, I'm gonna come, I want you to come with me. Oh, yeah, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!" Natasha plunged her cock right into me and I came, shooting out spurt after spurt of come from my clit. I thought the feeling would never end; it just kept on going and going. Finally, Natasha fell forward on top of me, completely spent. The dildo was still buzzing away in my pussy, until I felt her withdraw it slowly. She slipped out of the harness and put it on the dresser, then told me to get undressed. I stripped off my lingerie and Natasha handed me my silky nightie. I stood up and slipped it over my head, enjoying the feeling of the cool silk cascading over my body. I got back into bed and Natasha lay facing me, her arm over my hip whilst she ran a stockinged toe up and down my smooth legs. We embraced and held each other tightly. "Thank you so much, darling," she said. I looked at her quizzically. "Surely I should be thanking you?" I said. "Well, by all means do, but that doesn't mean that I don't have to say thank you myself," said Natasha. "The last two days have been wonderful. I've felt closer to you than I have in 5 years of marriage, and the sex has been absolutely out of this world. I never realised that we could be like this, and it's made me really happy, so that's why I'm saying thank you." I looked into her eyes, smiling. "You've made me happier than I ever thought possible," I said, "and if there's anything I can do by way of appreciation, please ask." Natasha looked at me and grinned. "Well, I have been wondering if you could do a bit more around the house, just to give me a break from time to time. Will that be ok?" "Well, of course," I said, wondering what she was grinning about. Natasha got up from the bed and went to the dresser, opened up her lingerie drawer and pulled out a bag. In the heat of the moment, I'd forgotten all about the mysterious bag that she wouldn't let me see, assuming that the wig was the only thing that she had hidden from me. She reached into it and said, "Close your eyes, Miss!" After a couple of seconds, Natasha told me to open them. When I did, I found Natasha holding a black satin Maid's outfit, complete with apron, hat, black seamed stockings and suspender belt. "Well, aren't you going to say thank you?" said Natasha. "Erm, thank you, Natasha." "You're more than welcome. I've always wanted a maid of my own to help around the house and wait on me, hand and foot. You start tomorrow. Breakfast at 8 a.m., please, Stephanie." Natasha got into bed, cuddled up to me and turned the light off. She caressed me through my nightie and I shut my eyes and within seconds I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. What would tomorrow hold, I wondered? Well, if it's as much fun as today, I can't wait!