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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 28, Honey - Try To Understand!) ********************************************************************* This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ********************************************************************* Readers who have been following this story have noted that I said the story was currently twenty-six chapters long and that I suggested reading previous chapters before proceeding. I was quite aware that, as I did re-writes of Chapters One through Twenty-six, I was still formulating a suitable conclusion to the story. That's why I used the word, "currently". The reason for the lengthy delay in posting additional chapters has been due to a combination of real life work obligations keeping me from writing and my re-working the ending and drafting what I consider to be a suitable conclusion. I am now ready to bring this to a conclusion, so thank you for your patience as I worked this out in my mind. ********************************************************************* Chapter Twenty-eight - Honey - Try To Understand! I'd been sleeping fitfully at best. I was fairly certain I'd heard laughter downstairs. I listened closely. I definitely was hearing voices. Debbie and her parents were home. Whatever was going on, it was apparent that they were enjoying themselves. If I had to guess, I would have said they were drunk. 'Damn it!' I thought. 'This sucked so much!' I hated the fact that I was stuck in Mimi's bed while my wife had been out with another man. And to make matters worse, because her parents thought I was the maid, I couldn't join her in our bed when she came upstairs. As I listened to their voices, I tried to make out what they were saying. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps on the stairs. It sounded as though they were all coming up together. I could hear the unmistakable sound of high heels as well as the dull thud of men's shoes. They were whispering and giggling, as they got closer to my room. From among the sounds, I was able to make out the unmistakable sound of Debbie's voice. "Ssshhhsss," she whispered as she giggled. "Stop it!" she said to someone. "I don't want to wake up Mimi. Goodnight Mommy. Goodnight Daddy. I had a blast tonight. I'm so glad you came. Sleep as late as you want. Mimi will make breakfast." Her mother whispered back, "Okay honey. We had fun. We'll see you in the morning. Come on Kyle," I heard her say seductively. "I want you!" The guest room door closed. Within seconds, Debbie closed the door to our room and I heard a loud bump. Her shrill laughter rang out as she screeched, "What are you doing? Hey! Slow down! We've got all night!" I bolted upright in bed. 'What the hell?!' Debbie wasn't alone in our bedroom! And that could only mean one thing. 'Fuck!' She was letting Chad spend the night. And obviously with the full knowledge and approval of her parents. 'Damn! Damn! Damn!' I was furious and every other emotion rolled into one. I felt so utterly helpless. Anything I did was sure to cause a scene that would ultimately lead to Debbie's parents finding out I had been turned into a fucking she- male. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 2:30 a.m. I'd barely slept an hour. I wouldn't be sleeping anymore either. No way I was going to sleep wondering what Chad and Debbie were doing in our bedroom. Actually, that wasn't quite correct. I knew what they would be doing. I just didn't know the precise variations and positions they'd be in while doing it. Debbie and I hadn't been home from our vacation forty- eight hours and already she'd secretly (she thought at least) been fucked by Mimi and now was sneaking (she thought at least) Chad into our bedroom. I didn't think this bode well for the rest of our marriage. Is this what I was going to have to tolerate as the price for permitting myself to be so thoroughly feminized? This was the last straw I decided. When this episode was concluded, Debbie and I were going to have a serious heart-to-heart. For now though, all I could do was sit in bed, a prisoner in Mimi's room - a prisoner in my own home. I continued to listen for any sounds or noises coming from Debbie's and my bedroom. They were being careful to be quiet, but my imagination filled in the details. I pictured Chad positioned behind Debbie, doggy-style, driving his enormous cock into her pussy, Debbie moaning and begging him to fuck her harder and harder. She'd become so utterly insatiable where sex was concerned. Debbie had hinted over the past few weeks that she might require an "actual man" from time to time, all the while professing her complete devotion to and love for me. But, if this is what she meant, I didn't think I would be able to take it. The minutes and hours until dawn dragged agonizingly along. I was a wreck. I'd gotten no quality sleep at all. When the sun began showing, I decided I may as well get up. Like it or not, I still had to carry out the charade for the rest of the day. I needed to prepare for breakfast. The thought that I'd have to cheerfully serve breakfast to Chad after he'd had his way with my wife right under my nose just pissed me off more. But I had to do it or else risk exposure to Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. I took off Mimi's nightie and carefully folded it and returned it to her bureau. I then went into her bathroom, turned on the hot water, and stepped into the shower. The steamy hot water eased some of my tension. It always did. After spending quite a while in the shower, I stepped out and dried off. I turned to the task of fixing my makeup, carefully applying eyeliner and mascara, then eye shadow and blush. I suspected that I had a while until everyone woke up, so I decided to paint my nails a different color. I chose one of my favorites - 'I'm Not Really A Waitress' red. When my nails dried, I applied a matching red lipstick and then went to Mimi's closet to select a dress. She had a pink satin maid's dress with a black petticoat. I'd seen her wear it on St. Thomas and liked it, so I decided to wear it today. Fishnet stockings and four-inch spikes set the outfit off perfectly. I looked good. I smiled. It was no wonder Mr. Jackson couldn't keep his eyes off of me. After a final check in the floor to ceiling mirror, I carefully opened my door and exited to face a day I had no desire to live through. When I reached the landing at the top of the stairs, I stood silently outside of Debbie's bedroom door. I listened closely, but heard nothing. I started to go downstairs, but then stopped. My better judgment was frantically telling me not to do what I was contemplating. But, when had I exercised good judgment lately? I had to peek inside. I had to visually verify what I already knew to be true. Trying in vain to justify my actions, I thought, 'What if you were wrong in what you thought you heard? Just one look.' And so, turning back to Debbie's door, I placed my hand carefully on the knob. Pausing, I listened for any sound. Nothing. Slowly, I turned the knob, making sure not to let the sound of the latch click. I then opened the door just a crack - barely enough to see inside. I immediately regretted my decision to snoop. I wanted to cry. There was my beautiful wife, nude, laying next to a very handsome man - Chad Spencer - an amazing specimen of a man. She had one leg draped over him, her face nestled into his neck, and her delicate hand wrapped around his thick cock. Even asleep, my wife was maintaining her connection with the object of her desire. Frozen, I stood silently looking at them until I couldn't take anymore. I carefully closed the door. I immediately went downstairs before I burst into tears right there. As soon as I was in the kitchen I collapsed into a chair and began bawling. I hated myself. 'Why? Oh why had I let this happen?' I wanted my old life back. I couldn't have it though. There had to be some resolution to the conflict I was experiencing. But what? What happy solution could there be to this mess I found myself in? I sat at the kitchen table simmering in self-pity for a while. Finally, I decided to get moving. I hoped that if I just did something - anything - that maybe I could find a way. I began to work on breakfast. I set four places at the table on the patio; trying to ignore the fact that one of the places was for my wife's lover - my first man. I then went into the kitchen to prep things for cooking once everyone awoke. I set the coffee pot to start, and then cleaned and sliced some mushrooms and peppers for omelettes. I set bacon out on the griddle so I'd only need to turn it on to begin cooking. I then mixed up a batch of Belgium waffle mix. Satisfied that the breakfast prepping was complete, I made myself a cup of tea and sat down to wait for everyone to wake up. My mind was flooded with so many conflicting and confusing thoughts that I couldn't make sense of anything. I was becoming a wreck. Before long, I heard soft footsteps. It was Mrs. Jackson. She was barefoot and wearing a white terry clothe bathrobe. She'd obviously just gotten out of bed. I don't think she'd even washed her face. And yet, she looked pretty. I stood to greet her. "Good morning Mrs. Jackson," I said cheerily. "Good morning Mimi," she smiled. "How are you today?" "I'm fine ma'am," I replied. "Would you like some coffee? I have a pot ready to start." "Yes dear," she said gratefully. "That would be lovely. In fact, I could really use a cup. Mm! Mm! Mm!" she sighed as she shook her head. Pursuing my curiosity, I jumped at the opening she'd given. "Rough night ma'am?" Laughing, she replied, "I'll say. That daughter of mine! I had no idea! She's a bit of a wild woman. She was never like that growing up. To tell the truth, I think this thing with the breakup of her marriage has affected her somehow." "Really?" I asked. "How do you mean ma'am?" Mrs. Jackson looked at me funny. She hesitated, and then continued. "Oh, I don't know Mimi. Debbie and her husband, Lee, were both very much the classic small town kids. Neither of them ever dated anyone else. After they married and he ended up getting a job out here following law school, I worried how Debbie would make out. We didn't hear from her often. And now, we show up unexpectedly and find out Lee has run off with his secretary. To tell you the truth, I didn't think Lee had that in him. To me, he always seemed rather shy and unconfident where women were concerned. And I was certain that he was devoted to Debbie. Frankly, I'm shocked to hear that he'd do anything to hurt her. But I guess it just goes to show - you never know. I just hope she gets over it soon. I hate seeing her seem so, well, unlike herself." I stood there, listening pensively to Mrs. Jackson, intrigued to hear her insights into Debbie and me. She really knew us. She definitely knew me anyway. "Mimi?" she asked. "Are you okay dear?" "Er, yes ma'am. I'm fine," I answered. "Ah! I think the coffee's ready. Let me pour you a cup." I served Mrs. Jackson her coffee and asked if she'd like to sit out by the pool. "Yes Mimi," she said. "That would be nice. I think I'll wait for the others before eating though." "Yes ma'am," I said, curtsying. "Let me know if I can do anything for you." I busied myself in the kitchen, making last minute preparations for breakfast. Within a few minutes, Mr. Jackson came down. He was wearing swim trunks and a loose Hawaiian shirt. He really was a handsome man. I greeted him warily, "Good morning Mr. Jackson. Would you like some coffee?" "Yeah Mimi. That'd be swell. Say, have you seen my wife?" "Yes sir," I answered. "She's sitting out by the pool." He looked out the window and saw that she was seated on a lounge chair, back to us, sipping her coffee. As he turned back to me, I handed him a mug of fresh, hot coffee. He took it, placed the cup to his lips, and slurped a swallow. He then looked me over and said, "Mmm, mmm, mmm! Hot! That's all I have to say. You - are - hot!" I was startled that he'd be so blatant in his lust. Up till now, he'd only cast wanting glances. This was different. I was afraid he was about to put a move on me. Just as he stepped closer, a noise from the stairs drew his attention. Thank goodness! It was Debbie. She was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini and matching wrap. As she entered the room, a sensation that something inappropriate was taking place swept over the three of us. She looked first at me, and then back toward her father, but only said, "Good morning Daddy!" as she hugged him. Addressing me, she said, "Good morning Mimi. How are you doing on getting breakfast ready dear?" Gathering myself, I answered, "Everything is ready Mistress Debbie. I was only waiting for everyone to wake up. I've set things up on the patio." She glanced out back and then said, "Oh yes! That will be lovely. It's going to be such a great day." Speaking to her father, she said, "Daddy? Why don't you join Mommy? I need to discuss something with Mimi." "Sure honey," he replied, giving me one last, lust-laden once over, before he departed. It was obvious that her father's desire for me was not lost on Debbie. She looked at him with a bewildered expression. Quickly turning her attention to me, she asked, "So, how are you, honey?" I hesitated. Did she know I was aware that Chad spent the night? Where was he? Was he planning on sneaking out while the others ate breakfast? "I guess I'm alright. Why?" "Just checking honey," she said. "I know this hasn't been easy. And, ah, well, there's one more thing." She seemed nervous about what she wanted to say. I didn't really want to help her, as I suspected what it was. "Yes? What is it?" Continuing, she said, "Well, last night, when we got home, somehow, ah, well, Chad managed to work it so he spent the night," she spit out the last few words and then looked for my reaction. Knowing what was coming, I was able to ready myself. I gave her no reaction whatsoever. "Really?" I asked. "So, is he still here?" "Yes," she replied. "He is. He'll be down in a minute. Do you mind if he stays for breakfast?" Oddly, I was enjoying this moment where I seemed to have the upper hand on Debbie. I answered, "Do I really have a choice Mistress? I mean, I don't tell you what to do." She looked at me quizzically. She must have expected a different response to her news that she'd had Chad in our bed last night. "Right," she said, her lips curled into a slight grin. "You don't. But, somehow, I thought you'd feel different about this." "Actually," I replied. "You're right. I do feel different about this. But I don't think now is the time to address it. Still, I've already set a place for him. I figured if you'd fuck him in our bed while I was just down the hall, you'd expect me to serve him breakfast as well." My revelation that I knew Chad had spent the night left her a bit perplexed. She eyed me up and down and then, as if she'd made a decision, said, "Well! I'm glad we've got this out in the open. I guess we should to set some ground rules about that. But that can wait until later. For now, why don't you go ahead and start cooking breakfast. Chad will be down in a moment and I'm famished." She abruptly turned and walked out to join her parents. When Chad walked in, he paused awkwardly before saying, "Good morning." He was obviously looking for a reaction from me. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure. "Good morning Chad," I said coolly. "The others are on the patio. Breakfast will be served in a few minutes." Smiling, as he looked me up and down, he said, "Great! I'm starved!" He walked out back to join the others. Watching him approach Debbie out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean over and give her a possessive kiss on the cheek. I didn't know what felt worse - the knowing that he'd had my wife last night in my own bed - or that he was acting like he owned her right in front of me - or that I knew this wouldn't be the last time she'd flaunt another man in my face. Debbie and I were most definitely going to have to work a few details out after everyone left today. I set about preparing and serving breakfast. Once I'd served everyone, I went inside to clean up. Keeping busy was the only way I was going to survive the day. In a little while, Debbie came inside to check on me. "Breakfast was delicious sweetie," she complimented me. "I'm glad you enjoyed it Mistress," I answered, continuing with my chores. "Honey?" she said. I didn't like her tone. With my back to her as I washed dishes, I replied, "Yes?" "Can you stop what you're doing for a minute? Come into the living room with me. We need to talk." Dropping the dishtowel, I rinsed my hands and turned to follow her into the living room. Debbie sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit beside her. She took my hands into hers, looked me in the eye and began telling me something that even I, in my worst nightmares, couldn't have dreamt up. When she'd finished, she looked to me for my reaction. Once again, as with everything that had happened to me lately, I was faced with choices that were really no choice at all. There was no way that I wanted to reveal the truth about me to Debbie's parents. Not only did I not know how'd I face my in-laws once they knew I'd been feminized, I was also concerned about what my own parents might eventually find out. Debbie's parents and mine had long socialized together back in our little town. No. I definitely had to do whatever was necessary to maintain my secret until I could figure out another way to approach the problem. "I suppose you already have a plan formulated for how to do this," I said. "For example, what will Mimi do?" Satisfied that I'd already worked out my submission in my head, Debbie said, "I'm quite certain that there are no issues which we can't handle. I figure Regina Rae will be happy to let Mimi stay with her this week. And as for your job, well, honey, you are a partner after all. I think you should simply call in the morning and tell them that some things have come up and you need another week before starting back. I'm sure they'll understand. Besides, what are they going to say?" She made it sound so simple. I'd just have to continue posing as her maid for another week. You see, her parents had just told her that they wanted to spend more time with her, to help her adjust to Lee leaving her. Debbie claimed to me that she tried to assure them she was fine, but they wouldn't hear it and insisted. With each new setback I seemed to accept the inevitable more easily. Deciding to address the one subject that continued to eat at me, I asked, "And what about Chad? Will he be staying as well?" "Of course not!" she exclaimed, nonplused that I'd suggest such a thing. "I have no intention of letting Chad spend every night here with us. I don't want my parents to think I'm a wanton slut! However, on the subject of Chad, I think we do need to clarify something sweetie." "Oh?" I asked. "And what is that?" "Honey," she intoned. "Try to understand! Our relationship is never going to be what it once was. It is clearly different now that you are mostly girl. I mean, I thought we kind of understood that each of us might have other lovers from time to time. You may even find yourself drawn to male suitors. And if you do, I want you to feel free to be with them. And I expect the same consideration from you. As for Chad, I have no intention to engage in anything too intense with him. He was simply convenient last night. Shoot! For all I care, you could go out with Chad. I don't think he'll mind sharing us. And he does serve a useful purpose, if you know what I mean. Do you understand?" she asked. As she'd been talking, I was processing what she was saying. This was not exactly how I'd envisioned things. The problem was that I was in no position to do much about it. I had dirty little secrets between my legs and on my chest, depending upon how you looked at me. If I was seen as a woman, my cock prevented me from being fully woman. My boobs were a constant reminder that I wasn't really a man anymore. If I wanted to remain as I was, I needed to be with Debbie, since she was willing to accept me as I was - with conditions of course. "Okay," I said. "I guess that's that then. I'll try to adjust. So, what are the plans for the rest of the day?" "Mommy and Daddy just want to relax by the pool. I'm fine with that. I'm exhausted from last night." When I looked at her funny as she said that, thinking she meant from fucking Chad all night, she said, "Oh stop it! I meant from dancing!" Continuing, she added, "Plus, I have to call Regina Rae and explain to her what's going on. Since we had such a late breakfast, we're going to skip lunch. Can you find something to fix for dinner?" "I think so," I answered. "If not, I'll just run to the store." Debbie stood, pulling me up with her. Staring deep within my eyes, she smiled and whispered, "I love you so much honey. I'm really sorry that your first weekend home hasn't been what you hoped it would be. But it really is out of our control. Thanks so much for being so great. You know?" she declared, her beautiful green eyes sparkling, "You really are a wonderful maid." I was putty in Debbie's hands. All she had to do was smile and I'd do anything she wanted me to. I blushed and said, "Thank you. And, don't worry about me. I'll be fine." She then kissed me softly on my right cheek and whispered, "I know you will. And I'll always be here for you." She then went to rejoin her parents and Chad. I stood alone in the living room for a few minutes. Summoning all of the resolve I could muster, I made my mind up to do whatever was necessary to get through the week. The rest of Sunday passed uneventfully. I was the maid. Debbie was the Mistress. And the others were house guests who I waited upon, as any other servant would be expected to do. Debbie had pity on me and made sure that Chad did not spend the night. Before bed, I called Mr. Garfield to explain that I wouldn't be able to make it in for another week. When he asked why not, I told him that there were a few details relating to my appearance at the office that I needed to attend to in order for the transition to go more smoothly. Thankfully, he didn't press me on just what I meant, since I had no idea what I would have said. Ultimately, he simply said that it was all right and that he'd explain to the others that I would be in the following Monday. The rest of the week was a blur. Each morning I would wake up, get dressed, and then go down to fix breakfast. Debbie and her parents went out sightseeing everyday, leaving me to clean rooms and make sure everything was running smoothly. I did laundry for Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, as well as other chores around the house. I'd have dinner waiting for them each night. Debbie seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her time with her parents and, oddly, I was happy for her, even though it meant I had to repress my feelings for her and keep such a distance. Debbie's parents were due to leave Saturday. And although I'd adapted to the situation extremely well, I was looking forward to returning to being Lee Anne. On Thursday evening, however, as I served dinner, Debbie's mother brought up a subject that caused me to get a queasy feeling in my tummy. "Debbie," her mother began. "You know dear, we've been here for a week now and haven't had a chance to meet any of you friends, other than Chad. Would it be possible for us to get together with some of them before we have to leave?" Debbie had no opportunity to get my approval. She was sort of stuck. She replied that she didn't see any reason why not. Addressing me, she asked, "Mimi dear? Do you think you could help us organize a little cocktail party tomorrow evening?" What was I going to say? The only answer a maid ever gives her Mistress is 'Yes ma'am.' So, that's what I said. Debbie immediately got into the idea. She excused herself from the table and went to make some calls. She called Regina Rae and invited her, along with Carla, Candy and Mimi, to come over. Regina Rae had no problem with Chad being invited. But that was the extent of the invitation list. So, at least it would be intimate. After clearing the dinner dishes, I set about planning a menu of hors d'oeuvres for the next night. Once everything was sufficiently organized, I went to bed. Spending each day as a maid caused me to be quite tired at night. In a way, it was actually kind of nice, as it made sleep come easier. Consequently, I didn't lie awake worrying each night. The next morning, after fixing breakfast, I worked hard to make sure the house was spotless. Debbie and her parents lounged by the pool. Regina Rae and the others were supposed to be stopping by around sevenish. The attire was to be dressy casual, which could have meant just about anything for this crew of women. I looked forward to seeing everyone, even if I would be constrained due to my role as maid. I hadn't seen them since we arrived home from St. Thomas. I expected they'd all get a hoot out of me performing as Debbie's maid. I mentally prepared myself for that. Regina Rae and her entourage arrived before Debbie and her parents came down, so I had a chance to greet them privately. When I opened the door, they all jumped me and hugged me, asking how I'd been doing this week. I was so happy to see them and assured them all that I'd managed fine, but was ready for it to be over. I told Candy and Mimi that I really appreciated what they did now. As I'd expected, they all looked great. Regina Rae wore the cutest white cotton, knee-length peasant skirt dress with a sweetheart neckline with ruching. Held up by spaghetti straps, there was eyelet trim throughout the dress. Her long hair was braided at the front and hung down her back. She wore white leather sandal heels. Candy looked adorable in a black, silk chiffon Rebecca Taylor swing dress. She wore matching black heels, her long black hair pulled into a bun. Mimi, who'd received the best end of the bargain so far, having had the entire week off to play with Regina Rae, Carla and Candy, looked amazing. She wore a lovely black and white cocktail dress by Betsey Johnson. Spaghetti straps held up an otherwise traditional little black dress with a sweetheart neckline and cinched waist. White satin swirls formed an abstract butterfly and floral pattern on the dress. Mimi let her beautiful, thick hair fall off of her shoulders. She looked so graceful in five-inch black heels. And Carla! Oh wow! My secretary nearly made me faint. She was so ... classical, Carla. She wore an absolutely stunning Tracy Reese black, damask cocktail dress. The top was a fitted silhouette, racer back style, with a high V neckline. The skirt was an A-line mini-skirt with a creamy colored frilled hemline. Fitting tightly across her chest, her D-cup breasts were severely accentuated. Her long tan legs stretched forever to a pair of cream-colored four-inch heels. Her blonde hair was as wavy as I'd ever seen it. It crossed my mind that Debbie's father was going to be in hot chick sensory overload tonight. After greeting everyone, I invited them inside and fixed them each a cocktail. As they chatted amongst themselves, Debbie and her parents came down. Debbie looked great. She wore a light tan, silk dress from Laundry by Shelli Segal. The dress was sexy, and yet, so simple. It had a scoop neckline and hung to just below her panties. In other words, it was very short. It almost looked like a baby-doll nightie. Matching three-inch heels made her look like a cute, but oh so sexy, little schoolgirl. Her mother also looked stunning. She wore a burnt orange, silk chiffon cocktail dress with a delicate V-neck, a deep V- back and embroidered trim around the entire neckline. The empire waist had matching embroidery as well. The skirt was a flared and knee-length. She looked extremely classy. Mr. Jackson looked, well, he looked like a guy. That was one of the things I wouldn't miss about being a man. Their clothes were just so blah. He wore khaki pants, a plaid shirt, and loafers. Boring!!!!! Debbie did introductions while I fixed drinks for her and her parents, and then set about making sure everyone was looked after. Chad was late arriving, but when he did arrive, everyone made a fuss of greeting him. He seemed to have accepted his fate with Regina Rae rather well. Perhaps their divorce would end up being a good thing for all involved. After a few drinks, everyone was having a grand time. I got a kick out of listening to the girls tell about their trip to St. Thomas without mentioning me. I would have had difficulty leaving such details out. As the evening neared the end, I thought forward to the next day when I'd be free to resume my life. My feet were killing me from wearing heels all of the time. I couldn't wait to relax by the pool tomorrow. I didn't want to do a thing! I was in the kitchen washing dishes when Mr. Jackson came in, supposedly to see how I was doing. He walked up behind me and stood close. "Hey cutie," he said. "I bet your feet are tired," he said leaning in close to my neck, his warm breath caressing me. Trying to play him off and survive the last night he'd be here, I replied, "Oh, I'm okay Mr. Jackson." "You're more than okay Mimi. You know that. You're hot. And I have to tell, you, I'd love to get you off your feet for a while, if you know what I mean," he whispered, his lips so close to my neck that they caused me to have goose pimples. I said nothing. I wished he'd just go away. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me tighter, and said, "You do know what I mean. Don't you?" "Please Mr. Jackson. I don't think Mistress Debbie would be pleased if she came in here right now." "Ah, don't worry about her. She and her girlfriends are too caught up yakking in there. We're safe here. And all alone. Come on. You're interested. Aren't you?" I was panicked. I had to figure out a way to get him to stop. "Please Mr. Jackson," I begged. "Call me Kyle," he insisted. "Please Kyle," I implored. "I just can't do this. It wouldn't be right." If he only knew how wrong it would be. "Oh no sweetie," he continued. "It'd be perfect." With his other hand, he began pulling up my skirt and petticoats, and trying to force his hand under my dress. I slapped his hand away. "Stop it!" I declared forcefully. "You can't do that!" All of a sudden, something seemed to click and his demeanor shifted. He grabbed my wrist and forcibly turned me around. Mashing his lips to mine, he began kissing me. As he did, he tried again to lift my skirt. I was trying my best to get him to stop. But he wouldn't. I couldn't scream for help. The last thing I wanted was a scene. The next thing I knew, he was unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. I had to do something, and fast, before he discovered my secret. I tried a new tact. "Please Kyle," I asked. "Not here. Let's go into the laundry room." He seemed fine with that and dragged me behind him toward the laundry room. When he got me there, I tried to take some control over the situation. I wrapped my arms around his neck and said, "Look Kyle, I have to tell you, it's just not a good time for me, if you know what I mean," implying that I was on the rag. He grinned at me and said, "Then you know what you have to do. Because I'm not walking out of here without getting some satisfaction. So, you better make up your mind sweetie. What's it gonna be?" Men were so easy. All they really cared about was getting their rocks off. I'd sucked too many dicks by this point to worry about one more. I figured if I could get him to leave me alone just like that, then I'd do it. "Okay," I said. "I suppose I can do that." I reached down and felt his penis. He was already hard. Not too big either. Not too small though. I'd say it was just right. But, I wanted better access. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down as I went to my knees. I studied his equipment for a moment. Then, and I don't know exactly why women like to do this to men, I looked up to see his face right before I went to work. He was watching me intently, eager for me to begin pleasuring him. I started out slowly, kissing and licking him. And even though I initially resisted, now that I was involved, I became fully involved. I loved sucking cocks, and this one was no different, even if it did belong to my father-in- law. He'd never know that though. I had a momentary thought that I'd always have that as a source of perverse amusement in the future. Opening my mouth wide, I slid his entire phallus down my throat. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Kyle exclaimed. "That feels so good. You've done this before. I can tell. You are a pro! Oh yeah! That feels soooo good." He clasped his hands around the back of my head and pulled me further down his rod. Then, the anticipated rocking motion began, as he began fucking my mouth. I loved the rhythm of a cock being driven gently in and out of my mouth. I began looking forward to his sperm. I wondered what he'd taste like. I worked harder, worrying that I was taking too long. I didn't want to get caught. Kyle was getting more and more turned on. "Oh yeah! You're a slut! Aren't you bitch?" I nodded. Of course, he was right. When it came to sucking dick, I was slut. Kyle was bucking more and more forcefully into my mouth. "Here it comes slut," he announced. "Get ready!" As I prepared to take his load, I saw movement from the corner of my eye. "Daddy!!" Debbie screamed from the kitchen, horrified at what she was witnessing. "Oh my God!! Daddy!!" She turned and ran before either of us could say anything. I tried to pull off of Mr. Jackson, but he wouldn't have it. He began spewing his load into my mouth. I tried to swallow it, but the interruption from Debbie catching us distracted me. I wasn't concentrating well enough to make sure I caught it all. It dribbled down my chin. Then, demonstrating what a complete fucker he really was, Mr. Jackson pulled out and began jacking off on my face. When he was finished, he grinned at me, pulled up his trousers, tucked his pecker back inside, and said, "Thanks Mimi. I've wanted you all week. You were damned good. Now, I've got to go make sure my little girl is all right." And just like that, he was gone, leaving me on my knees in the laundry room, sperm dripping down my face. A few seconds later, I heard Mrs. Jackson's voice. "What have you done Kyle?" she demanded. "Why is Debbie upstairs crying? What happened in here?" In typical male fashion, he began backpedaling. "Hey, it was nothing but a little fun with the maid. That's all." "You didn't do anything to that maid did you? I know you didn't do something that stupid Kyle," she chastised him. He laughed. "Just a little BJ was all." "Damn you Kyle! Don't you get enough of that at home? How stupid can you be? You better go check on your daughter. I think you owe her an apology. I'll go check on Mimi. Now, go on!" she ordered him. "All right," he said petulantly. "I was already on my way." I was so embarrassed. I kept getting myself into the worst situations. I was frantically trying to clean the semen off of my face. When Mrs. Jackson walked in, I was licking a large dollop off my finger. She rushed to my side to see if I was okay. Stooping down to my level, she had a look of true compassion in her eyes. "Are you okay sweetie?" she asked tenderly. I didn't know what to say. So, guess what I did? What any self- respecting woman who'd just been caught in a situation like the one I found myself in. I broke down in tears. Mrs. Jackson, no regard for her beautiful dress, pulled my cum-covered face to her bosom and gently consoled me. "There, there dear. It's going to be all right. I'm so sorry this happened. He is so incorrigible sometime! I can't even explain it. I'm just so sorry." After a few minutes, I calmed down, my crying reduced to sniffles. "Are you going to be okay Lee?" she asked. I nodded my head in response to her question before it hit me. Debbie's mother had just called me Lee. I slowly pulled away from her chest, my face contorted in shocked surprise. Mrs. Jackson was smiling understandingly at me. "Yes Lee," she said. "I know it's you. I knew it almost right away. I just didn't let on. I figured if you and Debbie had wanted us to know, you'd have told us. Plus, in time we'd have found out eventually. You couldn't keep those a secret forever," she said, pointing at my DD's. "But how?" I asked. "Honey, you aren't woman enough yet to understand. And I'm not just any woman either. I'm Debbie's mother. I've known you both all of your lives. There is a light in your eyes Lee that can never be changed, no matter what else you do to your body. Plus, I just knew you'd never really do anything to hurt Debbie." After pausing for a moment, she asked, "So, when did this happen?" Before I could respond, another voice interrupted. "About a month ago. Debbie and I had a feeling that it was something that Lee Anne would respond well to." "Lee Anne?!" Mrs. Jackson exclaimed, making the connection to my old name. "Hmmm. I like that. It works. Go on," she told Regina Rae, clearly interested in hearing the story. "Well, it's a long story really. Much too long to tell now. But, to make a long story short, I met Debbie a while back at a luncheon. As we got to know each other, we shared some secrets. Then, from things that Debbie told me, I got to thinking that maybe Lee was susceptible to being feminized. I told Debbie what I was thinking and she was interested. As it turns out, I was right. Although, she hasn't completely come to terms with it just yet." "Really?" Mrs. Jackson said thoughtfully. "Well, as it turns out, that's more true than any of you even know. I think we need to have a little family meeting tonight. But for now, I need to go see about Debbie. I know she has to be furious and hurt. Her father doesn't even know what she thinks he's done, although it would be bad enough even if it only appeared as it seems." She patted me softly on the cheek as she rose. "Don't worry honey. Everything is going to be just fine. You're going to be alright." Mrs. Jackson then rose and went to find Debbie and her father. Regina Rae, Carla, Candy and Mimi were all standing by, looking pityingly at me. Regina Rae shook her head and smiled ruefully. "You really are something Lee Anne. How do you always manage to wind up with a dick in your mouth?" We all started laughing at her crack because she was, after all, as usual, right. "Hey!" Carla exclaimed. "Now that Lee Anne has been outed by Debbie's mom, she can join our party!" "That's right!" Candy joined in. "Let's go get our girl a drink. She looks like she could use a stiff one. Drink, I mean." Laughing at Candy's pun, we went together into the living room and they all attended to me, doing their best to make me feel better. It didn't actually take long before I was felling better. Regina Rae made me a champagne cocktail, which I guzzled, and then she made me another. After a while, Debbie came downstairs with her parents. When they joined us, it was obvious that Mr. Jackson had been appropriately chastised. It also appeared that he and Debbie had a better appreciation of what had happened. Mr. Jackson approached me, took my hands in his and said, "Lee, I mean, Lee Anne, I am so sorry. I honestly had no idea who you were. I hope you will accept my apology." What could I say? He seemed sincere. And though what he did was awful, even if he thought I was only Debbie's maid, I couldn't be harsh in return. It simply wasn't part of my nature. "It's okay Kyle. I forgive you." Mrs. Jackson took control of things at that point. "All right," she began. "I think that with everything that has happened this week and tonight, we need to have a little discussion." Addressing Debbie, she asked, "Honey, I understand these girls are your accomplices in transforming Lee Anne? As such, I suppose you don't mind if we share some family secrets with them. Is that a fair assumption?" Debbie looked around anxiously at each of us. She then responded hesitantly, "I suppose so." "Good!" Mrs. Jackson declared. "Because, if they're your good friends, they need to know this as well. Do you want me to tell them Kyle?" "Sure baby," he answered meekly. "All right. If you feel the need to add anything, just jump right in." Turning to the rest of us, who were absolutely bursting with curiosity, she began. "How do I start? How about this? Now that I know what happened to Lee Anne, I'm going to say that I'm not surprised. How about that?" she asked, looking in our faces for our reaction. "Now, let me tell you why. The first thing that my darling daughter and her sweet, shy husband need to know is that, everything was not as it seemed in the quiet little town they grew up in. Sure, everyone seemed very respectable and proper, went to church and all of that. But, there was something else going on that many of the townspeople were involved in and that we successfully concealed. Only a select membership was involved, because we carefully screened anyone who expressed interest to ensure that they could scrupulously keep confidences. Given what I've been able to discern about your little group, I assume you're all familiar with the phrase, 'Swingers'?" she asked. Carla sucked in her breath and gasped, "Oh my God!" Mrs. Jackson looked at her and said, "That's right dearie! Debbie's father and I are Swingers, as they say, and have been for most of Debbie's life." Debbie's expression was priceless. It was almost as if she'd just learned that she was adopted. Avoiding direct eye contact with her daughter, Mrs. Jackson continued, "Shortly after her birth, when we'd decided we didn't want any more children, I had a hysterectomy. Kyle and I had always been sexually erotic. We found, in chatting with a couple we were particularly close with, that they were interested in wife swapping. We discussed it and decided that so long as we each went in with our eyes wide open, it wouldn't hurt to experiment. Well, once we tried it, we loved it. We found it kept our own sexual relationship fully charged. As time went on, we began adding couples to our group, until we suddenly found that we had a full-scale Swinger's club in our quiet little town. So, Kyle and I accept the idea that we each may take different lovers. That he wanted to get a little sex from a cute maid like Mimi, er, Lee Anne, doesn't bother me in the least - under normal conditions. As long as he loves me and gives me the same freedom of adventure, there is no problem." Pausing, she looked around our circle to gauge our reaction to her revelation. We were mesmerized to learn that Debbie's parents were so sexually progressive. Apparently satisfied that we seemed to be accepting her tale so far, she continued. "But there is something else." Looking directly at me, she said, "One of the couples that belong to our clandestine club are Lee Anne's parents." My hand shot to my mouth in astonishment. I couldn't believe it. But so far, Mrs. Jackson hadn't done or said anything to make me think she was not telling the truth. So, as shocked as I was, I believed her. Continuing, she said, "And there is a bit more to it than that. The idea behind a Swinger's Club is that the members can pursue their deepest, darkest fantasies, whatever they may be. No one judges. And no one tells. What goes on at the club stays at the club. It has always been that way and we've never had a single transgression. Which is why it works. And that leads me to this: Lee Anne's father is, among our members, a cross dresser." Once again, she looked for my reaction. I was more than shocked at this point. "That's right Lee Anne," Mrs. Jackson emphasized, her eyes filled with concern and compassion for me as she revealed this detail about my father that I could never have imagined. "It appears the old adage, 'like father - like son', is true in this case. Your father has the same tendencies that you appear to have." I couldn't speak. I was listening intently. I wanted to know more about my father. And I wondered about my mother as well. I suppose it is natural for children to see their parents a certain way, but I was having difficulty picturing my dad dressed as a woman. Or, for that matter, my mother endorsing it. Somehow though, what Regina Rae, Carla and Debbie had done to me had been more easily accomplished because I apparently already had some latent tendencies. Mrs. Jackson continued, "And Lee Anne's father wasn't just some guy who put on a dress and a wig. When he transformed himself, he became a woman as sexy and desirable as any of the natural women in our club. He's quite popular, by the way, with everyone. In other words, he's bi-sexual. In fact, he and Kyle have had a thing going for quite some time." Debbie's dad grinned sheepishly as everyone turned to stare at him. It was obvious what everyone was thinking. As of tonight, Lee Anne and Lee Anne's father had sucked Kyle's cock. I wondered whether he'd fucked my dad. I had to assume he had. If it weren't for the fact that this entire revelation was making me feel a little better about what had happened to me, I'd have thought it was sheer madness. "So," Mrs. Jackson concluded, "Lee Anne is very much like her own father. Only she has had a little more, er, augmentation." We all laughed at her quip. "And here's the best part girls," she added. "Now that we all know the truth, it shouldn't be too hard to reveal this to Lee Anne's parents. I'm certain they'll understand, given their own proclivities. In other words, Lee Anne's new orientation doesn't have to be a secret." Regina Rae jumped in. "That's right! This is awesome! Do you realize what this means Lee Anne?" Looking confused, I answered, "Er, not exactly. What does it mean?" "It means you and Debbie really can live happily ever after as wife and wife. You don't have to pretend anymore. I even think that another wedding might be in order. You know, the two of you could renew your vows. I know you'd look beautiful in white." Leave it to Regina Rae to take something and try to make it bigger than it has to be. I looked around the circle of eyes watching for my reaction to Regina Rae's suggestion. Each pair of eyes seemed anxious to see how I'd respond. When I got to Debbie, she was smiling lovingly toward me. I blushed as I realized that they all apparently thought the idea had merit. I didn't know what to say. Finally, I said, "You know, this is all hitting me kind of hard. I mean, do any of you have any idea what this last month has been like for me? So much has happened and it seems like each thing that takes place sneaks up on me, like I have no control. Now, I find out that my dad and I are both masquerading as women. It's a little much. I think I need time to adjust. Can we just let this lie for now?" Debbie spoke next. "Of course we can sweetie. You have been through a lot. So have I. It hasn't been a piece of cake for me either, watching you seem to take to being feminized so readily, even if I was in on it. But I have to tell you Lee Anne. The idea of you being my bride is one I find tantalizing. So I hope you'll at least think about it. Okay?" As usual, when Debbie spoke to me in that way, I melted. I loved her so much. That she seemed committed to us, even now, made me love her even more. I momentarily imagined us together on an altar, renewing our vows, as bride and bride. It was a pleasant picture. "Okay honey," I replied meekly. "I'll think about it. But for now, I think I'd like another glass of champagne." Chad fetched the bottle and poured me another glass. In fact, everyone refreshed his or her drink and we settled in for the rest of the evening. At one point, Debbie's father pulled me to the side. He began a bit uncomfortably, but managed to tell me how sorry he was for what he made me do earlier. He emphasized that if he'd had any idea that I was who I was, he would never have done it. I pointed out to him that, even if that was so, it wasn't very nice to take advantage of someone in the position he thought I held as a maid. He sheepishly agreed, but then went on to say that he was unable to resist because I was so damn hot! I couldn't believe it! Mr. Jackson was flirting with me! He wasn't just apologizing. He was still coming on to me. And, although I was flattered in a perverse way, I couldn't accept it. I'd just learned that my father-in-law had been involved sexually with my father for years and he'd had his way (to some extent) with me already tonight. I was uncomfortable with this situation and tried to play it off by telling him that I appreciated the fact that he thought I was pretty, and that I forgave him for earlier. At that point, Carla walked over to join us. "So, Lee Anne," she began. "Will you be coming in to the office Monday? I've missed you this past week." Kyle interrupted. "So! Carla. You're Lee Anne's secretary?" "Yep!" she grinned. "I'm her secretary. And I was really mad at you and Mrs. Jackson for dropping in like you did and keeping her away from me this week. You are a naughty man!" she teased him. Raising no defense, Mr. Jackson replied, "I suppose I am. But, to tell it like it is, I find most women like me that way," he chuckled. "I bet!" Carla laughed. "But I don't like the way you took advantage of my boss tonight. She's new at all of this. I intend to look out for her. So you better be careful buster," she joked. "Hey!" Mr. Jackson responded, hands in the air. "I'll be a perfect gentleman from here on out. I don't want any trouble." "That's good to hear," Carla said. Turning to me she said, "I think it so neat that you don't have to hide anymore Lee Anne. Now that it's out in the open, you and Debbie can go on with your lives. I just want to say one thing though. If you do go through with the wedding, I want to be your Maid of Honor and I'm throwing you the best bachelorette party ever!" "Okay," I giggled. "If I go through with it." Regina Rae walked up to Carla, lightly brushed her neck and played with her hair. "Hey baby," she cooed. "It's time for us to be going." Carla smiled sweetly and cooed back, "Mmmm. Sounds like a good idea," as she turned her mouth to Regina Rae's and gave her a full, wet kiss. Smiling at Kyle, and me she said, "Goodnight ya'll. See ya Monday boss. And you remember what I said Kyle. You be nice to her." She gave me an affectionate hug and brief kiss on the lips and then kissed Kyle on the cheek. "It was a pleasure to meet you Kyle. Have a good trip home." We gathered near the front door and said goodnight to everyone. Debbie closed the door and turned to the rest of us - her mom and dad, and me and Mimi. Mr. Jackson said to Mimi, "So! You're the real Mimi, eh?" "Yes Sir," she replied as she curtsied. "And you're really the maid?" he asked. "Yes Sir," she answered. "Hmm! Well, all I have to say is, no matter which one of you is Mimi," as he cast a glance to me, "You're both sexy as hell!" Mimi blushed and said, "Thank you Mr. Jackson." Debbie addressed Mimi. "Mimi dear. Would you please prepare our beds? We'll be right up." Curtsying, Mimi answered, "Yes Mistress." She then went upstairs to attend to her responsibilities. I felt a wave of relief swell over me as I realized that my maid days were over. It had been fun, looking back on it, but I was happy to resume my role as Debbie's spouse. Debbie and I sat with her parents for a while discussing in more detail the revelations Mrs. Jackson had shared earlier. It was difficult for Debbie and me both to comprehend that both sets of our parents had led such secret alternate lifestyles. But, as we talked, we came to understand that, just as we had ventured into uncharted and new territory with my feminization, her parents had done the same in their marriage to keep it vibrant and alive. We were in no position to criticize. Mrs. Jackson yawned, stretched her arms over her head and sighed, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm sleepy. I think I'll turn in. How about you honey?" she asked Mr. Jackson. "You ready?" "Sure," he replied. It was interesting. I was noticing that, although his wife gave Mr. Jackson certain freedoms, she seemed to lead him in most things. He never challenged her on anything. We all headed upstairs to go to bed. After saying goodnight at the top of the stairs, we each went into our respective rooms. As she closed the door, Debbie took me in her arms and hugged me. "Oh Lee Anne," she exclaimed. "I am so relieved to have that out in the open. Aren't you?" Sighing at her touch, I replied, "Yes. I am. It really is a relief." She kissed me softly on the lips and said, "Let's get ready for bed. Okay?" "Sounds good to me," I said. "I didn't like not being with you this past week." We each set about getting ready. I carefully folded Mimi's dress and petticoats and laid them on a chair. I'd return them tomorrow. I then went to my bureau and selected a soft, white baby-doll trimmed with baby blue piping, and matching panties. As I turned around, Debbie was standing next to our bed. She had on a long black peignoir. Her nipples were jutting out from the front. She looked heavenly. We crawled into our bed and cuddled. It felt so nice to be held by Debbie again. I knew then, more than anytime I could remember, just how perfect we were together. I loved her so much. Debbie kissed me and whispered, "Honey?" "Yes?" I replied. "I have a favor to ask you." "Okay," I said. "Whatever you want baby." "A little while ago, when you were talking to Carla and my dad, my mom asked me if I would do something for her and my dad." I was trying to read her eyes as she spoke. This sounded like it was going somewhere I hadn't anticipated when I agreed to do, "anything". "Yes," I urged her to continue. "Well," she went on. "My mother and father were hoping that you might spend the night with them. I'm fine with it, if you are. It would only be this one time. But Mommy seemed really excited about the possibility. I think they've both been lusting for you all week and, well, now that we know about their sexual adventurousness, I kind of understand where they're coming from. What do you think?" I was a bit surprised that Debbie seemed so comfortable with the idea. I mean, sure, we had really pushed the envelope sexually lately. But, these were her parents. On the other hand, I had already sucked her father's cock. What could be the harm in it? It wasn't like everyone didn't know where each other stood. So, I agreed to do it. Debbie thanked me and told me that she really appreciated my willingness to do something that big for her. I lay there beside her for a second or two until she said, "What are you waiting for? I think they're expecting you. Go on," she shooed me out of the bed. "I'll be fine and I'll see you in the morning." She gave me one last kiss goodbye. I walked to our door, turned the knob, and looked back one last time at Debbie. She was smiling lovingly at me as I left, urging me with her hand to go on in. I quietly closed our door and crossed the hall to Debbie's parents' room. I took a deep breath and turned the knob. I couldn't believe that, along with everything I'd done since I met Regina Rae Morris, I was about to spend the night with my in-laws. I wondered how my father would feel when he found out that he and I shared same lover. I swung the door open and stepped inside. There was one small table light on in the corner of the room. Lying in their bed, holding each other closely, were Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, naked and obviously waiting for me. One glance told me that they were eager with anticipation. Mr. Jackson's cock was hard and Mrs. Jackson's nipples were erect. Mrs. Jackson spoke first. "Hi Lee Anne. We were beginning to worry that you might not want to do this. We're glad you decided to though. Come on in," she beckoned. "We're waiting." I crawled up onto their bed and, with some trepidation, kneeled beside them. As I did, Mrs. Jackson rose to her knees as well. She took charge. She slipped a hand under my baby-doll and lightly grazed my right breast. "Oh! That's nice Lee Anne. Your father is going to be soooo jealous!" she teased. I smiled nervously. With her other hand, she softly scratched along the front of my panties, tracing the outline of my stiff clitty. "Oh my! That's nice too! Here," she said, as she pulled my panties down. "Let's get these off so I can have a closer look." When Mrs. Jackson got my panties off of me, she exclaimed, "Oh - my - God! You're not going to believe this honey," she said to Mr. Jackson. "But you are going to like it!" With ravenous eyes, Mrs. Jackson stared at my clitty, softly fondling it with her slender fingers. She drew my face close to hers and kissed me tenderly. Her tongue glanced across my lips, licking me, tantalizingly teasing me with her soft, velvety mouth. As she kissed me, continuing to massage my cock, Mr. Jackson rose behind her on the bed. Reaching in front of his wife, he cupped a handful of one of her full, firm mammaries. With the other hand, he grabbed one of mine. They had only begun with me and I was already approaching sensory overload. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson were skilled in the m?nage a trois. I could have kissed Debbie's mother all night long. She kissed that good. I permitted myself a moment to imagine her soft lips wrapped around my cock. Mrs. Jackson broke her kiss and leaned to the side, permitting access to my mouth by Mr. Jackson. I was nervous about my first kiss with him. Seeming to sense my wariness, Mr. Jackson touched my lips with his finger and whispered, "It's okay Lee Anne. You're not a man. You're a woman. Kiss me as if I were any other male lover you've had. Or will have." Looking into his eyes, he conveyed a loving and trusting heart. As our lips came into contact, mine quivered at the touch. After a moment of soft contact, he slid his tongue inside of me. I met his tongue with mine. Our wet flesh intertwined, his delving deep within my mouth. Mrs. Jackson pressed the back of my head toward Mr. Jackson, forcing a more firm connection. She leaned in to share our kiss. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson kissed each other and then alternately kissed me, all the while, massaging my breasts and cock. Mrs. Jackson directed my free hand to Mr. Jackson's dick. He was sooooo hard. I wanted to suck him again, but this time voluntarily. While Mr. Jackson was kissing me and fondling my titties, Mrs. Jackson went down between my thighs. 'Oh yes!' I thought. I couldn't wait to feel her mouth wrapped around my clitty. She licked the entire length with her wet tongue. She swirled her tongue around my ball sack, and then sucked first one, and then the other, into her mouth. She tenderly held them inside of her mouth, allowing her saliva to coat them, tickling me with her active tongue. I was torn between the erotic sensation of having my balls sucked by Mrs. Jackson and the sensuous kiss I was receiving from Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson broke his kiss for a moment. He smiled lovingly at me as he proceeded to join his wife at my crotch. I tensed as I anticipated what was about to happen. Sure enough, Mr. Jackson went right to my clitty. He briefly kissed the tip right before swallowing me whole. He slid his wet mouth up and down my member. I fought against ejaculation as my in-laws jointly held my cock and balls in their mouths. I let them know how good it felt. "Oh! Oh!! Oh!!! That feels so good! I've never felt anything like that! But I'm going to cum if you don't stop." Mrs. Jackson immediately released my balls and rose to my eye level. "Don't you dare cum yet!" she chastised me. "I'll let you know when you can cum. Do you understand?" Her tone implied that I should not argue. Nor did I want to. I wanted to enjoy every second of the experience at the hands of these two Swingers. "Yes Mrs. Jackson," I answered. "Call me Christine," she directed me. "Call him Kyle." I smiled. "Yes ma'am, er, Christine." "That's better. Now, lay on your back honey." I complied. Christine straddled my face, her thick tuft of pubic hair just above my mouth. She grinned seductively. "Let's see what kind of pussy licker you are Lee Anne. Take your time. I like having my pussy sucked." Oh God! She looked amazing! I couldn't wait to get my tongue inside of her. She settled lower until I could barely touch the smooth, fleshy folds of her vulva. I was so intent upon eating Christine out that I didn't pay attention to the movements of Kyle. Suddenly, he appeared over my face from the other direction. He pointed his stiff pole toward Christine's cunt and began rubbing it around just above my mouth. The two of them, in subtle, but alternating motions, rocked back and forth. With each transition, my mouth was able to make firm contact with Christine's pussy and then Kyle's cock. The net result was that I was able to service them simultaneously. The sensation of sucking a cock and eating a cunt was unreal. I would have continued for as long as they wanted. As I was engrossed in the pleasure of the moment, Kyle rammed his cock inside of Christine's cunt. The result was that his ball sack was directly over my mouth. Instinctively, I swallowed them into my mouth and began sucking them while Kyle fucked his wife just above my mouth. I was moaning like crazy, as was Christine. Kyle was grunting as he drove his pole into Christine. I sensed that the first expulsion of cream was about to occur. And I wasn't wrong. With his balls in my mouth, I could feel the liquid as it was pumped from his sack, into his cock, and then into Christine's love hole. It was one of the most amazing sensations I'd experienced since becoming feminized. As Kyle pumped sperm into his wife, I marveled at the sensation of each blast being pulled from his ball sack. He must have had a lot of cum as he emitted his cream for quite a while. When he finally withdrew from Christine's pussy, he laid his cum covered cock across my lips. Without any prompting, I took him in my mouth and sucked him clean, sucking the remnants of cum flavored pussy juice from his cock as I did so. As Christine sat up on top of my mouth again, I stuck my tongue inside of her and licked a huge mouthful of jizz out of her. There was so much cream! I willingly ate it all. Apparently satisfied with my performance, Christine began sliding her sloppy wet, cum-slickened cunt back and forth across my mouth. She was grinding her muff firmly upon me. She was having an extended and intense orgasm. "Oh yes! Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Lee Anne! Our daughter is a lucky girl! God! You suck pussy better than anyone who's ever done me. Oh God! Don't stop!! Don't stop!! I'm cumming. I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And she was. She began secreting an amazing flood of girl jizz all over my face and into my mouth. I loved her taste. 'Like mother like daughter,' I thought. Right after cumming all over my face, Christine exclaimed, "Whew! That was incredible Lee Anne! Mmmmm! Thank you so much. Kyle," she said to her husband. "She is such an awesome pussy eater honey. I think she may rival her father." Kyle was watching us intently. "Really?" he replied. "That's pretty hard to believe. Samuel is one of the best pussy eaters in our club." Christine had settled her muff onto my mouth, making it somewhat difficult to breathe. But she smelled and tasted so good that I didn't care how long she sat there. At that moment I was so enthralled with Christine that I didn't give a thought to the fact that she was my mother-in-law. As I savored the aftertaste of Christine's orgasm, Kyle managed to slith