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Dear patient readers. After all your helpful and intelligent comments on Chapter 1, I read it over again to myself and blushed with embarrassment at my indulgence. My only sissy excuse is that I thought I'd try to set the tone by trying to describe what we all do when we're doing the ironing, and that's just think about anything that comes into our silly heads. Silly me! This Chapter takes the poor husband yet further down the path towards Evil Elizabeth's goal; BUT, there is more or less proper grammar, proper punctuation, more discoveries, more breakfast in bed, and a revelation. The Lovely Lizzie (if you prefer) has set herself a difficult task hasn't she? Do please tell me if I am going too fast ... I wish I could write with Jennifer Madison's delicious pacing, but I'm afraid I get a little... um ... over-excited. Enjoy. Chapter 2. In which our husband purchases a shed. "Darling." It was tomorrow already, and after a happily undisturbed sleep, Lizzie had risen, slipped quietly downstairs and prepared his favourite breakfast. He came into consciousness, smiling, and was presented with the tray on his lap. "Well well! What did I do to deserve this?" "Oh, I don't know.....maybe I teased you too much last night, and I'm feeling guilty? Maybe I shouldn't have - you know.... I'm really sorry. Really." "Shouldn't what? Make love with me? Get me all hard and have fun together? What!!???" "I made you eat your sperm. I am feeling very bad - probably all that champagne. I'm very sorry darling." "So let me get this straight, I eat my own sperm, and the next morning I get breakfast in bed like this? .... It wasn't that bad you know, and anyway, there was barely enough to taste it." "Now you're teasing me." And she blushed and conjured up a little tear. "I'll never ever do that again, I promise. It was a disgusting thing to do to someone I love so much. Please don't let me drink so much champagne again". "Hey! Don't be crying like that, I love you too remember? We didn't do anything 'disgusting' last night. It was different darling, true, but hardly disgusting. And besides, I'm serious ? I really do like breakfast in bed like this". And he winked impishly at her. She pecked at his toast and shared his bacon, and kissed the corner of his mouth. ...... And allowed her pretty pink nipples to engorge with lust at her own growing evil. The breakfast tray was now on the floor beside the bed, and she was on her knees with his cock in her throat, and her index finger on her G spot. She sucked him dry and swallowed every drop, and lay there bringing herself closer and closer to gentle completion while she listened to his heart beating under her ear. She shuddered inside as the thought of him and his future started to gel. "Pinch my nipple darling, please! That teeny little bit of pain is so delicious isn't it. Did you like it last night when I pinched yours? You seemed to come a lot I must say. More than normal I reckon." And she came heavily thinking about him twitching at the mention of the plumber peeping up her skirt. She stretched upwards, knowing he too was thinking of that fragmentary tease, that plumber on his back half under the sink feasting on her stockings, and kissed him deeply. Knowing equally well that the scent of sperm remained in her mouth. But not actual sperm. Not yet anyway....... And that he could detect it. Feeling his tongue inside her. She had swirled a few spurts all around, so she knew there was no avoiding the aftertaste. She said nothing. Except this. "Darling, you have the most amazing mouth ever. Of all the men I've known, you are definitely the best kisser of all of them. Such soft lips. Almost like a girl's lips. I love kissing you. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with you. The way you kiss me." And she sighed and snuggled up to him. Smiling that smile. So. Shower, Saturday, coffee, lovely day, housework (together), 4 year old hungry, adorable teenager still asleep ? everything normal and predictable and good. Except not, she thought. Well good, yes, but not predictable any more. Oh no. Not predictable. And she smiled.... "Um, honey, I know here must be a reason ... perhaps you forgot to tell me .. but this here boiler, it's still dripping. Look. See? I wonder what that um I wonder what happened?" "What do you mean you wonder what happened?" And it dawned on her that he couldn't bring himself to say the word 'plumber'. "You mean what really happened with the plumber?" He actually blushed. "Oh you mean with the boiler! You're blushing darling. Why are you blushing? Hmmmm? Are you blushing because your pretty wife flashed her stocking tops at the plumber? Hmmm? Or that he was so otherwise occupied that he didn't have time for the boiler? I know you like it when we go out and I dress like that. You know - attractively ? I do it for you because I know you like it. Because you tell me you do. Are you saying you like it when other men look at me? You know, like that? Like you do? Do you?" "Look I'm sure it was all an accident, or a misunderstanding, a misinterpretation, he probably had his head stuck under the sink, not um ... looking up your skirt like you said he was". "I'm sure he would have though darling. If he'd actually been there. The reason the boiler's still leaking is that the plumber never came. Of course he didn't come........ But unless I've made a blunder, he's definitely going to come on Monday. That's the day after tomorrow darling. Like we arranged ? remember?" "Oh! Yes! Of course. But.. what about las.. " "But what darling? You mean last night? I was just teasing you a teeny weeny little bit ? a bit like that teeny weeny cock you've got when it's just cum. My little teeny weeny darli. ..... Oh my!!! Mira querida....It's all big and hard and manly now it isn't it. How utterly yummy you are - giving me lovely fat cocks to dream about and stroke. I do dream when you're away at the office darling". She was stroking him through the denim with the lightest touch of her finger nails. "I think it's nice that other men look at me. It makes me feel sooo sexy when I catch them. Looking at a married woman. Your wife. Men don't care do they?". She could feel him grow rock hard, so she stopped and kissed him deeply on the mouth. "They just take what they can get don't they. There's a married woman, who cares?, I want her. Very primal isn't it. Seems to me you quite like it too don't you. You know, them wanting me and all that. I know you don't go around lusting after strange women like they do after me... do you???". He was pushing his groin at her as she backed imperceptibly away. "At least you don't seem to mind too much. Right now. Would you like me to toss you off you horny old bugger? Like a teenager behind the bicycle shed? While I tell you what I'm going to wear for the plumber on Monday? Hmmmmm? No no no, let's save it up for later when we've got some of this work done. Come on silly, I'm only teasing you again. I'll just be in my usual jeans and comfy jumper. Unless you tell me otherwise." "But I'm bursting. You've gone and got me all excited and now I've got to move boxes and empty closets and wot-not. You're a beast." "I'm a beast? I'm a beast?!!!!! You're the one who's all excited about me showing myself to other men. You're the one who's got a giant erection from hearing about his wife displaying herself.. Giving them erections too I'll be bound. You're all the same you men," she said admonishingly and smiling at him, "not that I DO display myself sweetheart. It's all for you. Although I would if you'd like me too." And here the fluttering eyelashes came into play again. A long squeeze of the still hard cock, a peck on the lips of the man all trembling with want. And gone. Gone to attend the 4 year old with a wink and a kiss over her shoulder. "Maybe later huh? Behind the bike shed?" she said saucily. "We don't HAVE a bike shed...... how about the garden shed?" "WHAT?!!!! And haven't I been banging on about a garden shed for a year or more?" This in her native Irish brogue seldom used except for the odd occasion. She had turned back and stood there glaring in mock anger with her fists on her hips. "Jaysuz, and if I'd known that all it took was the promise of a knee trembler, we'd have had a shed last January twelve month. You're all eejits, and that's a fact." It was true, and more to the point, they needed one. "Guess I'd better get one big enough to hide behind huh?" "Or big enough to lock you in while I flirt with the plumber!" And she scooted quickly away from his flailing spanking hand. Laughing. Very happy. Not evil. Well, not very. So now, there was the shed. Pretty big too. They'd gone straight out, right there and then, down to B&Q, with her (dressed in a slightly shorter skirt than normal he thought to himself), and with comments along the lines of "How much he obviously needed 'relief' from the day to day hum drum life he was leading". And, "Maybe I need to keep you bottled up some more.... I could do with a new outfit for next Saturday. For the party darling. Your boss's party? Remember?" The shed boy was not overly attentive, not much really. But he still gasped a bit when Lizzie sat down on one of the low deck-chairs and watched as her skirt flew up her thighs ? to the barely covert delight of the young man. Maybe it was that which procured the discount she negotiated. Or the promise of a few beers if he came to help erect it. "It would help us hugely if you could come after work and help us get it up, um, Peter. You know, help with the erection." She said looking at his name tag quickly. "My husband is hopeless like that." On the way home. "I'm not hopeless like that Lizzie. You know I'm not. I can fix anything." "Oh baby, are we being all pouty? Because I got a young man to do what I wanted? Hmm? But you're right I suppose. Instead of getting him to come, and help, I should have told you to hump those heavy panels instead. From the front of the house down the narrow alley way, tripping over the small person's tricycle, the watering cans, the dustbins, the garden tools, and the laundry baskets. And then holding it in place while you screwed it all up. All together I mean. Of course you fix everything. You're very clever like that, and you know it. But a man your age needs to have younger men do things for him now and then. It's true isn't it? Or more practical anyway. I mean I know I'm right, I'd much rather have a younger man to do things for me like that. Because it means there's more of you later.... So stop your sulking or you won't get your reward." So, there it was. The 4 year old was ecstatic . Adorable teenager already planning parties. With tiny little windows for light, and a locking door with a big sliding bolt and padlock. Perfect. "You don't think you were a little um, over the top with Peter do you?" This very nervously, very diffidently. "I mean, you know, teasing him like that. Might give him the wrong message don't you think?" "Teasing him? I wasn't teasing him. How do you mean teasing him?" She had been very helpful with cool beers (it was a lovely warm summery evening) and handing him his tools, and making a few sandwiches. Inviting him to sit with them on the new deck chairs (yes, they'd bought the deck chairs too). Peter had been unable to keep his eyes away from her long hairless legs. "You know what I mean. The way your skirt kept so high. And that top. That blouse". "I wasn't teasing him darling, I was teasing you you silly. I would never do anything like that. Well not unless you asked me to. Did you mind? Your trousers didn't seem to mind I must say. Or at least whatever was in there looking like a sausage. Peter too I think...... It was big wasn't it." "What do you mean? Big. What was ..... "His hammer silly! What on earth did you think I meant? Goodness me, what a dirty mind you have ? accusing your wife of looking at a man's penis growing all fat because I'm showing him a bit of leg. His hammer was enormous. Much bigger than yours. Knew how to use it too. Those nails went in in three blows. Very impressive. I bet he's a carpenter by trade. These chairs aren't big enough for two people are they. Tell you what, why don't you come over here and sit on the cushion at my feet? And I can stroke your hair." "Oh wait, please sweety, can you get me another glass of wine? Pretty please?" This said as she pulled the hem of her skirt a little higher up her thighs. "I bet Peter would like to have seen what's up here hmmmm? But he didn't darling, because it's all for you. ..... At least I don't think he did..." And she lay back in the deck chair and smiled and got quite warm all over. Was this getting too easy? Why wasn't he commenting on her increasingly outrageous behaviour? She decided to ask him. More dominant that way. (And she blushed for admitting it again). Take control. Well, take more control anyway. Oh my god, she was almost flooding. "Darling, I made up my mind about something the other day, and I'm feeling a bit bad that I didn't discuss it with you". His bottom on the cushion, his back against the chair, her legs spread wide to accommodate him as he lay back against her. "Tell me now then." "Well, and not that there's anything wrong, really, but I decided to make sure that our love life never went lame, so I am going to stop wearing dowdy clothes all the time and try every day to make our lives more sparky. You don't mind do you?" "Aha!! I see. So that's where all the cheeky nonsense about plumbers and carpenters came from huh? No, why should I mind? I like the idea of my wife already planning for my ennui bedraggled future. But I'd hardly call the way you dress as dowdy darling. I bet Julia doesn't think so anyway!" "So you didn't mind that Peter was um looking at me then? I mean did you like Peter looking at me as much as you ... appeared to like it? Hmmm? Because if you didn't like it, I shall stop immediately. I must say I do get kind of a kick out of thinking how much he actually did see. All safe in the environment of our back garden. With you there watching me and keeping me safe. Wondering if he touched himself on the way home in the private darkness of his B&Q van. You liked watching me didn't you? Were you wondering how far I'd go perhaps?" She was rubbing his very hard cock with her bare toes now, and quite roughly raking her finger nails through his scalp. "I do so LOVE turning you on Mr. Man. I am aren't I. Turning you on? I can feel it. It feels nice under my foot like that. By the way, did you mean what you said when you told me your spunk didn't taste all that bad? That you'd like breakfast in bed again..... tomorrow perhaps?" "I um I well, I... I.... I "It really got me wet watching you lick it off your lips darling. So dirty aren't you? Like me really. Why don't you turn round, yeah, like that ? on your knees ? my lovely submissive husband." "Alright alright, submissive LOOKING then. There on your knees waiting for me to tell you what I want you to do. But you already know don't you darling? Would you like to see what Peter probably didn't see? Not quite, anyway. I hope." And she opened her legs even further as she pulled the hem of her skirt up around her waist. No underwear. Nothing. Naked. She heard him gasp, and her toes felt the cock twitch and lurch. Felt it hump against her foot. "Lick me honey, like you do so well. Suck that little clitoris bud.... And please don't be angry that Peter may have had a little extra peek. While you went for more beers, I think I should have asked him to adjust the height of the deck chair, but I did it and got in a bit of a tangle. I ended up in a heap on the floor I'm afraid. Ooooo that is soooo good......But it was nearly dusk. I don't think he could have seen much. Not really. Not that OH!! Not that much. God I like this". His cock was like steel. She was sure if she rubbed her foot fast enough he'd come inside his trousers. But she wanted that for later. A long slow orgasm came upon her, and she relaxed as his mouth gently licked and kissed away the juices she had made for him. "My my darling, I rather think you like it when I flirt a little and tease you with stories like this. They're just stories you know. I wouldn't dream of hurting you by doing this for real. You do understand that don't you. You don't mind , do you darling?" There he was, bursting with sperm, hard as a rock, craving release.... What could he say? "Why should I mind Lizzie? You're not going to run off with the plumber are you? And Peter might be just a little too young I think" (Don't you believe it honey). "So you're saying you like me being like this then?" (As she rubbed him through his jeans, with his face still close enough to her cunt to smell the heat and sex of it all). "With other men. You like me being in charge like this. A little bit? Showing off a bit. I'd love it if you said yes darling. It gets me so dreadfully excited thinking about teasing you. In front of you. You know, with other men. In fact I really really need a good fucking now I think about it like that.. Come on, bring that thing upstairs and fill me up. Right Now!" Half way up the stairs, she bent over in front of him and flipped her skirt up. "Kiss me darling, please. Please just kiss me". And she spread her still incredibly juvenile arse cheeks open for him. And waited. "Please???" And he did. Right there, right where she wanted it. On the sweet rose bud between her cheeks. (Just you wait sweet man, you haven't seen anything yet). "Come on you, I'll show you how a woman rewards a man who worships her like you do. You do worship me don't you darling?" What could he say? And springing up the remaining steps and into the bathroom she whispered to him to "Get naked, quickly," and was gone to wash and brush her teeth. "Hey! You! Uh uh uhhhhh... you know the rules ... no touching 'till I say so. Please.... I'm going to have to punish you for being greedy now. What shall it be hmm? Five swipes with my hair brush across that naughty bottom? No? Okay, I have better idea. Here, take the brush, stand behind me, and brush my hair. Simple huh? Here. Fifty strokes... slowly." And she sat at her vanity and watched him as he drew the expensive natural bristles through her utterly lovely red mane. Now this really was luxury. She looked at his reflection and saw that he wasn't actually looking at her. Well, not at her face anyway. His whole focus was on her hair, and she could see his other hand smoothing it down after each brush stroke. And feel it too. He looked so pretty standing there, not a big manly man. Well muscled, yes, but slim and nicely proportioned. Not tooo much ghastly hair. ..... BAM!!!!!!!!!! And she almost jumped out of her skin. "What?!! What did I do? Did I pull a hair? What happened?" He looked terrified, worried. (Oh my God, if you only knew). Her heart was in her mouth but she had to say something. Right this minute, while he was caught like a rabbit in the headlights. "No nothing darling, it just feels so nice ? so relaxing, I think I must have dozed off for a merest moment and just woke up all suddenly. Like a cat. But here's the strangest thing, no don't stop, please it's lovely. Please, Where was I? Oh yes. You know how you seem to be able to dream a whole dream in about 10 seconds? Well you know they say you do, well I just did. It was sooo weird. Well not so much weird, as delicious". And she reached up and cupped her breasts and gently squeezed her pretty nipples. Her right hand dropped behind her and began to caress his calf muscle. Lightly. Starting to creep higher. (Please please let my flexibility from the yoga class allow this - please). Now the back of his knee, the inside of his thigh. "Well tell me then. It obviously got you pretty warmed up. What was so delicious about it? Tell me." (Are you sure you want to know? Poor man). "Well, I think I must have closed my eyes ? you know because it's so nice having a lovely worshippy husband brushing your hair like this, only I suddenly found myself thinking about the olden days when real ladies had real chamber maids who came and attended to their needs. You know like brushing their hair and unlacing their corsets. That sort of thing. Attending to them. Waiting on them. It must have been lovely don't you think? And no nasty hairy men around, very private. I wonder if any of them ever had affairs with their pretty little maids? And anyway, sorry, I got a bit distracted then didn't I. It was then, or rather, just then so to speak, it was as if Julia was brushing my hair".. His balls now, the erection very evident against the skin of her naked back. Twitching as he pictured a semi clad (he'd never seen her naked of course) Julia brushing his wife's hair. Yes, thank God, no cramp (bless you yogi ji ). Her nipples very hard now, she was pinching them, and watching through slitted eyes as he looked at her left hand pulling and nipping. Hard. (Yes, you man. Look. Learn). "And then, inexplicably, it was you again. Only you looked not like you... I knew it was you, but it looked too feminine. Like a woman, only I knew it was you". She was pulling gently at his balls because she knew he liked it. (Why didn't I understand this before?) "Darling! " And caught him looking up guiltily from her savage fingers, she had seen the look of awe on his face. "Darling" Much more softly, much much more softly, and supplicantly. God she hoped she could get this right. "I expect you'll laugh and tell me I'm being a silly woman, but will you do something very special for me? Well, weird anyway." Almost gasping. "Yes Lizzie, what do you need? A glass of wine? Don't worry about your little dream, I'm not upset. I've always known you actually quite fancy Julia. It doesn't worry me. Really" (But why aren't you like other men? Hmm? Why don't you bang on about wanting to get her into bed with us? That's what normal men do isn't it? Have fantasies about their girlfriends' girlfriends? Especially if the girlfriend is an out and out lesbian who actually fancies your wife!!!!) "Well actually, it was the other part" (And why didn't he comment on that???!!!) If I asked you very sweetly, my dearest love, would you be Julia for a few minutes while you finish brushing my hair? Please?" "What? (Not angry anyway!!! In fact he laughed!!) Don't be daft. How can I be Julia? I can't grow breasts suddenly, or get rid of this". He said pushing his hard prick into the small of her back. "No, you're right . I'm sorry". She let go of his balls, and her breast, and looked dejected. "Stupid thought, I'm sorry. What on earth was I thinking? Insulting you like that?" "Look, I wasn't insulted. And if I could, I would. In fact I was quite complimented. Imagine my hair brushing skills being so good you think I'm your fancy woman." "You don't mind? Really? You're not cross with me? You wouldn't mind being Julia for a few minutes? Okay, look please, just this once, go over to my closet and put on my long pink satin evening gown ? the one that opens down the front with the belt. No, bring it over here, and let me put it on you. No no no! I'll close my eyes, you put it on, and then come over here and carry on brushing my hair. Please?" "Don't forget to put a pretty bow in the sash darling........ Julia. Look I've got my eyes tight closed. Don't be too embarrassed". I didn't of course. I had them just cracked open sufficiently to see him not move a muscle. Not a tremor. For a full fifteen seconds. A life time. I whispered "Can't you find it darling? You're being very quiet....... It's over there on the left hand side I think." Oh my God! He's moving. He's putting the hairbrush down on the bed- spread. He's walking towards the closet. I can just hear the door opening (He really can fix things). I see him move to the left, his fingers running over the clothes hanging like sensuous bats. Like Vampire bats waiting to bite him, and suck him. He slips the pink dream off the hanger, oh sweet Jesus, he's really going to do this for me. He's holding it by the collar in his left hand and he hesitates before sliding his right hand into the silken folds of pink. It's on his right shoulder. The right hand comes over and lifts the left collar, in goes the whole left arm. Oh my God, he's wearing it! The bench beneath me is soaked. I want to shove something in myself. I want a man in me while I watch this. I didn't say that, I really didn't. I didn't. I didn't... I did, didn't I. I watch him bring the wide sash round and tie a proper bow; and then he's walking the few short steps towards me. But not before I see something else. And this really is a shock. He looks at himself in the long mirror. Yes, and he adjusts the material so it sits better. And then, oh then, I see him glance in my direction - at my 'tight shut' eyes, and he touches himself. He's touching his cock through the silky encasement of the gown. Feeling what it feels like. Or does he already know? No he's not. He's caressing himself. He can't see me looking at him in the reflection of the mirror. And he's looking at himself dressed as 'Julia'. Softly, very softly, "Darling, it isn't that difficult to put on. Don't you want to please me just this little bit?" Like he's been struck by a lightning bolt. His lovely lovely erection, his give-away lovely erection bobbles towards me, and he picks up the hairbrush, and starts all over again. "Fifty strokes sweetheart.... Please count them Julia." I can feel the swish of the silky satin against my back, his cock pushing the material against my skin. I'm on fire with desire and lust. And power. Once again my left hand goes to my breast, my fingers urgently twisting and nipping. My right hand now caressing his legs through the soft material. (Oh I do believe I've got you you man. For now.....) The fifty strokes are completed, the tension in the bed room is like an electrical storm, my vanity bench is soaked, and I can feel the damp patch from his leaking oozing cock. I have been very gently touching it. But now my arm really is cramping, and I need to stop. The look on his face is a joy. (I am still pretending to have my eyes closed). It's a mixture of fear and ecstasy, and with his long slow heaving movements against my hand and my back, it's a wonder he's still standing upright. "That was sooo lovely darling, thank you. Why haven't we done anything like this before?" I kiss him. (Her? Stop it! Don't rush things too fast!) And he kisses me back. This man is so very very trapped now. I push him firmly back towards the bed, and his knees give up as I help him fall backwards on to the covers. I was right, I can see a huge smeary patch of moisture where he has leaked out of himself. Just like a girl...... I whisper in to his ear. "You like this don't you. Me being in charge a bit? Me taking the lead a little? You don't mind do you?" I'm holding his whole cock in my hands wrapped in silk. And I'm wanking him. He's almost there, just a little further Elizabeth. "Tell me you like this sweetheart. I can stop if you want. Like this." And I stop. I take my hands off his cock, I unwrap him, and there he is, all straining and leaping in mid air. From everything to nothing. All stimulation removed. Utter deprivation at the worst possible moment. Pathetic. Utterly lovely. I'm leaning on his arms. He can't do anything. "Well darling? Will you tell me what you'd like? What would you like me to do now? Hmmm? Tell me. I bet I know what Julia would like right now. And don't you dare even think about touching yourself." "Please Lizzie, can you let me come now? I'm aching. Please?" (LET you come? That's interesting). "What, just wank you off darling? Masturbate you with the pink silk? Wouldn't you like me to fuck you instead? Suck you off? Or do you need me to caress you in the pink satin? Which one my love?" He can't answer. He's gulping like a fish. Aha..."So I rather think we know the answer don't we darling. But you can't say it can you? You'd like Elizabeth to wank you off in the silky satin wouldn't you. Hmmm? Here, does this feel nice?" As I gently lower one side of the gown over his inner thigh. "Does this? " As I stroke the other thigh with the other side of the same gown. He could stop me now, I'm not holding his arms down. Both sides now being drawn up between his legs as I kneel between them. Caressing his inner thighs and up beside his little balls. His cock is jumping like a wounded animal. "How about this?" As I wrap the two single layers round it. "Tell me if you like this Julia". I'm not moving. I want an answer. "Do you like the feel of the satin on your skin darling? Hmmm?" "Yes Lizzie, yes I do... it's am.. "ELIZABETH! ....Please! If you want to be Julia, you must call me Elizabeth. Is that clear?" And I squeeze him very hard. "Is...that... clear?" (God I hope I haven't gone too far). "Yes Elizabeth, yes. Please, you're hurting me." "That's a good girl. Here, just relax now. Here's what you want". And I slowly slowly masturbate the poor man until he's actually squeaking. It's quite quite lovely. I've never had this effect on anyone. "Faster, please faster. Please Lizzie. Elizabeth. Please." "What about breakfast tomorrow sweetness?" "PLEASE, just let me come!!!" I catch it all in my left hand. Well, nearly all. There's pints of it it seems. It's trickling through my fingers and on to the night gown. What a sticky mess. It's all over the place actually. His eyes are closed and he's heaving like a whale on the beach - poor desperate creatures. My heart goes out to him. "Just kiss me darling. Just kiss me my love." And taking a great load of it from my hand into my mouth, I close my lips over his, and let the whole lot descend into his throat. Over his tongue, under his tongue, between his teeth, and down his throat. Right down his throat. I can feel him swallowing. Swallowing and sucking at my tongue. I imagine he wants the super deluxe breakfast special, don't you? With a side of hash browns? And don't you love the way those Americans only make you pay for the first cup of coffee. The fingers of my left hand are in both our mouths. Then his alone. I'm watching him suck his cum off my fingers. It is such a lovely sight. I'm pushing my cummy wet fingers in and out of his lovely pretty mouth, like I'm fucking it, and I want to put lipstick on it. The most amazing sight ever. I kiss his eyelids one by one. Over and over. Backwards and forwards as he licks my palm and in between the finger crotches. He's moaning and squeaking and shivering and I tell him "Shush honey, shush. There. Shush. It's alright. You are the most adorable man in the world." "You're not mad with me?" "Whatever for darling?" "Wearing your night gown,..... being a girl, ...................sucking up my sperm...." He's whispering ? barely audible. "Oh you are a silly. I told you, remember? It wasn't you doing that, it was Julia, because I told her to. I told her I wanted her to brush my pretty hair while a big strong manly man fucked me senseless. I told her I'd met a drop dead gorgeous plumber, and that he'd looked up my skirt at the stockings she craves to caress. And I told her I was going to fuck the living daylights out of him on Monday. And that I wanted cock right now. A man's cock. Not some silly lesbian nonsense. I mean girls are so soft and feminine aren't they darling? But a woman needs a cock between her legs to make her feel like a woman right? And I told you if you loved me you'd take the icky sticky stuff and help me eat it all up. Because you wanted breakfast in bed again right? And you shall sweet man. Every day you want it. You do want it don't you? Every day? All this lovely soft silky satin all over you? Girls wear it because it makes them feel so feminine, and sexy. And wanted. Real men love their girls all silky and ready. Don't you agree? No, shush, there's nothing to say because I see you're all hard again, and beJaysus isn't that the luckiest thing now? Because look down here, and Jesus Mary and Joseph if there isn't a pretty pink cunt there that needs fillin' right up!" And the fire hot Irish woman engulfed the lucky man in her beautiful slippery slit and proceeded to pinch his nipples till he came. And she came too. And later. "Oh you man. I do so love you. So big and hard one minute. And then so tiny and pathetic the next. So tasty and little. I love it in my mouth like this. All tasting of woman like a little clitoris. Not that I've ever tasted a woman you understand. Well no other women anyway." "Hmmm?" He was virtually asleep. He'd come twice in less than an hour (for the second night in a row!!!), done all the normal stuff, put up a shed, drunk too many beers, well, not TOO many, eaten well (!!) and he was slipping away from her. "You're asleep aren't you", she whispered softly. The very gentlest relaxation of breath. Yes, he was away. "Are you asleep darling? I wonder if you can hear any of this? They say you can hear in your sleep, but that you don't know the next morning whether it's a dream, so you forget it. Do you want to know what's happening my love? Shall I tell you? It's simple really, although I don't think it's going to be easy. Okay? I just want to see how far I can take you. I was a bit surprised at how you caressed yourself in my night gown by the way, yes, I saw you. So maybe that part will be easy. Getting you into my clothes. .... And then into your own. Little pretty panties. And making you smooth and soft all over. Like a proper girly girl. And stockings. Like Lizzie wears for you ? you'll be able to wear them for her! Won't that be so much fun? Well, easier than the next phase anyway. The next phase sweetheart? Well, and really I can hardly say this, I find it very difficult because you might take it the wrong way. So I'll just say it. I think I'd like another man. Men actually. I'm going to have to cuckold you. Not that that part's difficult darling, obviously. I could find a man anywhere, I'm pretty sure about that. No, the basic problem, the problem we're going to have to address together darling delicious girly husband of mine .... is this - I want you to enjoy it. I want you to watch me. Even to serve me. Serve us. And it's not that I find you inadequate. Quite the reverse in fact. You're everything I need. So why am I doing this you might reasonably ask.... Well, I guess that's a good question. So here's the answer. You are my canvas darling, and I'm planning to paint a picture such as you have never seen. Never even conceived of..... except you WERE caressing yourself through that silk weren't you.... Maybe I'm just really helping you hmmm? Am I? The last phase? Well maybe we'd better get through the first two before we all get too humiliated don't you think? Well okay fair enough, you anyway. I mean I'm not going to be humiliated. The thing is that it's going to be such hard work isn't it? All the social problems of you with smooth legs at the beach......say. Or wearing the stockings you so love me in (and you'd better believe I like to touch them too honey ? that's what they're for). Well, that and to encourage men to look at you........ But hard work for me too you know! Teaching you how to walk in heels, being patient when you squeak at having your eye brows plucked, all that dreary woman stuff. And although I can see that you're beginning to like sperm, there might be some resistance to physically taking it from the source so to speak. Although there again I can think of um intermediary sources....But no, the real problem through all of this ? yes, there's a problem even you haven't thought of ... is making you understand that I shall always love you, and that I need your love too. My Achilles heel really..... You see what I think I want.. okay what I know I want, is for you to love me unconditionally. Even when you're watching me ? or better still helping me (!) ? put some lovely fat cock deep in my cunt. So, night night sweet satin girl of my dreams... I adore you anyway. Just imagine how exciting all this is going to be for you... But hang on a minute - I don't think there can be two Julias in my life. I'll have to think of another name for you won't I. I mean, let's face it, Julia would no more eat a man's sperm than well, what? A real man would? Right darling? My little sissy man. Maybe you'd choose your new name. If I tell you to. Or maybe I'll just tell you who you are now. I wonder if you're Angela?" And she covered him in the night gown, and they slept.