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ARIZONA SECRET SOCIETY CHAPTER 2 Before my windfall gain, marriage, and move to Arizona, I'd never thought that body swapping was real. It was the stuff of sci fi movies and stories, but now I was living it, it was real. Marisol had taken a liking to Emily and I had taken a liking to being Marisol. Her latin beauty was something to admire and enjoy. After our trip to Vegas, Marisol and I had swapped more than once since, and three months later, I was back in her petite, sensual body. Waking up to find strong arms around me was a lot more normal. With her husbands chest and cock against my smooth back and cute ass, I smiled and brushed back against him, making his cock stir as I whimpered softly. Marisol and I had agreed to swap for two weeks this time and had promised to sell my paintings at a showing of them. I considered myself a good artist, but if she sold some, then great. As I tried to get up, I felt her husbands arms pin me against her, then his cock parting my thighs to get to my tingling pussy. Whimpering and sighing again, I parted them and let him slide into me from behind. Moaning in her sexy latin accent, I let him take me as the crumpled silk sheets covered us. As he guided his cock deep into me, he got on top of me and had me get up onto my knees, where he could slam into me, sending waves of pleasure through me as I gripped the bed sheets and moaned in sweet pleasure and extasy. I found myself thrusting back against him and milking his cock as I had instinctual control of her inner muscles. It didn't take long for him to come deep inside me, then stroke my clit for me to orgasm with him. As usual, I bucked and cried out as my orgasm went through me, again and again as I shook underneath him. He let me come down from my orgasmic high, then slowly slid out of me. As he got in front of me, I smiled and accepted his glistening cock into my mouth. Licking and suckling gently on it, I cleaned it with my lips and pink tongue as he moaned in pleasure. For some reason, I didn't feel embarrassed doing this. Maybe the headbands made the transition easy by melding my memories and feelings with the new bodies brain chemistry and how it was wired. Men's and women's brains are wired differently. I guess it all harkens back to caveman times, where men did the hunting and women did other tasks. Men had to be able to hit that sabre tooth tiger or woolly mammoth with one spear throw, if they didn't, then the family would starve, and women had to deal with tasks inside the cave, making sure nothing burnt over the fire, ensuring that the kids didn't wander off and get eaten by something, ensuring that no caveman times bear or sabre tooth tiger slipped into the cave. So, that's why men cant deal with more than one task at a time, and why women cant parallel park or follow maps. As he slid his cock out of my mouth, he helped me to my feet and guided me into the ensuite bathroom. Standing us under the water, he turned it on and lathered up my back and arms, washing them and giving my skin that lavender smell that Marisol always smelled of. Then it was my firm breasts and belly, which he took extra time with, then my hips, thighs, all over. I felt horny and aroused again, Marisol had very soft, sensitive skin. Then it was my turn to wash him. As Marisol was very petite, I had to go up on tiptoes to reach his shoulders, but I managed. I gasped as my nipples brushed against his back, then his chest as I kissed him and clensed him of sweat and the scent of our coupling. As we got out, he dried me off with her thick towel and had me dry him off. Slipping into one of her silk robes, I tied the sash around my slender waist and walked down to the kitchen, where their housekeeper was preparing breakfast. The scent of fresh eggs, toast and bacon reached my nostrils, making my mouth water. I accepted a mug of coffee, a colombian blend, and smiled as I liked it. I had Marisol's tastes and sat down at the dining table. Crossing my long legs under the table, I saw that her infant son was being taken care of by one of her nannies. Marisol had ensured that before the swap, but I still had to take care of her while she was in my own male body. Truth to tell, I enjoyed holding him and caring for him. Thanking the housekeeper as she put my plate in front of me, I started on the eggs as I glanced down at my breasts straining under my robe, my long slender fingers and fingernails, idle strands of hair next to my eyes, even my lavender scent. I was comfortable in Marisol's petite body and had nearly finished as I heard her husband come down, fully dressed and ready for a day of work. He ran more than one company and worked quite a bit, but he always made time for his family. Taking Marisol's son from the nanny, I carried him into the lounge room and sat down on the leather sofa. Loosening my robe, I uncovered my right breast and whimpered softly as his lips closed around the nipple and began to suckle on it. Marisol was still lactating and had asked me to continue to breast feed him. I talked softly to him as he fed from me. The changes in me since I became her were incredible, all her feelings, hormones, everything was changing me as I held her son. When he stopped, I gently patted his back and held him as my husband quickly kissed me on the cheek and left the house. Emily and Marisol were spending a week in the Sonoran Desert national park, so I could go back home if I truly wanted to. I knew my wife well enough to know that she wouldn't want the swap between Marisol and I to be permanent. When her son was fast asleep in my arms, I gently carried him up to his room and placed him in his crib. I watched him for about 10 minutes then walked into my bedroom to get changed. opening up her walk in wardrobe, I was still amazed at her selection. She had outfits for every occasion, evening gowns, cocktail dresses, jeans, athletic gear, designer prada and Gucci gear, Prada heels, boots, pumps, sandals, all designed to show off her body in all its glory and beauty. Slipping out of my robe, I posed in front of the mirror, In awe of the sexy latino vision that I had become. Cupping my firm breasts, I rubbed my nipples between my thumb and forefingers, and as they hardened, I moaned deep in my throat. Part of me wanted to stop, but not the majority part of me. Opening up a box in the wardrobe, I took out a vibrating egg and giggled soflty to myself as I closed and locked the bedroom door, then laid back on the bed. Easing the egg inside my bald pussy, I flicked the switch on the remote to activate it, then arched my back as the first waves of pleasure hit me. She had told me about her toys, and told me to enjoy them, I was doing that and then some. Moaning and quivering on the bed, I kept my thighs parted as one hand found my clit and stroked it. My nail coaxed it out from under its protective hood, and I was soon writhing in extasy on the bed. Tossing my head back and forth, I bit my lip as my first orgasm hit me. Panting and whimpering in shock and pleasure, I let it run and let it bring me to a second shuddering orgasm barely 10 minutes later. I had to force myself to ease the egg out and clean it up, along with my pussy and the sheets. Putting the egg back in its box, I nibbled on my finger as I remembered only too well how good it made me feel. Opening up her dresser, I took out a lacy g string and matching black and grey lacy corset. Sliding the g string up my long silky legs, I settled it in place, then slipped the corset around me. I was glad for the support of the underwire cups of it as I laced it up behind me, bringing my waist in and giving me more of a sexy hourglass figure. Taking out a hangar with a sexy black leather skirt on it, I stepped into it and slid it up over my hips and zipped it up behind me. Turning in front of the mirror, I smiled at the sexy vision in black that I was fast becoming. The corset went well with the skirt so I didn't reach for a top to cover it up, but took down a thin black leather jacket and slipped into that as well. Flipping my long hair over the jacket, I slipped my feet into a pair of 3in black sling backs and applied a light coat of make up. Knowing how Marisol did hers, I copied it as best I could, foundation, some blush, lipstick, eyeliner and eye shadow. After putting a pair of white gold stud earrings through my earlobes and a matching necklace around my slender neck, I returned to the bathroom and used her curling iron on my long tresses. It didn't take long for me to have her hair in silky, bouncy curls on either side of my neck. Proud of my efforts, I twirled in my heels and picked up my bag from the dresser and walked downstairs to meet some of the other wives for lunch. Marisol had put every lunch and social occasion she went to in her organiser, which I had read and followed. Walking through to the garage, I unlocked her red Lamborghini Murcielaga coupe and slipped into the drivers seat. Starting it up, I sat still and listed to its engine, when I got my male body back, I was going to buy one of these, I had decided. I had to be carefull not to step too hard on the accelerator, as it didn't take much to get it burning up the road. I savored its speed and smooth sailing as it drove into Phoenix and parked it in front of the restaurant that Marisol and the other wives met for lunch at every Monday and Thursday. Letting valet parking take my car, I swung my long, sexy legs from the car first, giving the valet a good look at my breasts straining under the cups of my corset. Thanking him as he gave me a ticket, I put it in my ladies wallet and strode into the restaurant to be taken to our table. Smiling as I was lead there, I sat down and gave the other wives perfect air kisses, a girl has to keep her make up unmarred after all. "So, you're her again, motherhood must agree with you," one of them asked me as I ordered and sipped from the glass of water in front of me. "Well, I did like her and, I think she likes me," I answered as they all gazed at me. "Plus, it's practice for when I have kids of my own, chemical warfare every few hours," I added as they laughed. They were all part of the swapping group, and one of them, a petite brunette called Connie, was really her husband. The other three women were who they said they were, not all of them swapped with their husbands, making it hard to keep track sometimes of who was really who. "Well, you've settled in nicely to the group, you did a good job on her make up and clothes, you nearly put me to shame," one of the wives, Anna, told me as we waited for our main meals. "Our husbands do have nights where they go to one of the strip clubs here, we'll have to surprise them by being the girls on stage, would you want to be in on us with that, I know Emily would get a kick out of seeing herself up there swaying and dancing to the music," Connie asked me as I thought about it. When lunch was brought to us, we continued to talk, talking about anything, ordinary gossip, our husbands and wives, sex, what their kids were doing and how they were progressing in school, a lot of things. I followed it and contributed when I could. "So if you had to choose someone to stay in, it would be Marisol, or Emily," Connie asked me as I drank from my water glass. "I do like being me, but, Marisol is especially beautiful, world class tits, and the sex, the sex is incredible," I told them as they laughed at my comments. People in the surrounding tables were starting to listen in without knowing what we were talking about. I ignored them and continued gossiping with the women. Leaving briefly to use the restroom, I checked on my make up without realising I was doing it. Things like that were becoming more commonplace while I was in Mariol's body. I felt pride when I drew mens attention, happiness when I was admired and looked my best. I was settling into her body nicely. Returning to the table, we finished our drinks, then parted company. Anna invited myself and my husband to her house tomorrow night for a dinner. On the way back to my home, I leaned back and glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror, my now sexy, alluring eyes, centrefold face and body, my long, dark hair. Parking her car in the garage, I swung my legs out and walked through the garage to the expansive home. The constant rising of my breasts and the click of my heels on the floor were all reminders of who I was now. As I walked up the stairs, I thought about what they had said and knew that I would be in with them when they went to the strip club. I had been in enough of them to know the basic set up, and it wouldn't take much cash to get the owner to let us perform on stage. Marisol had an extensive lingerie collection, as well as several themed outfits, a sexy schoolgirl one, a French maid one, and a nurse one. Quickly slipping out of my jacket, skirt and corset, I took out the hangar with the schoolgirl outfit on it and took my time changing into it. First was a short pleated tartan skirt, then the white, short sleeved blouse, tight enough to emphasise my firm breasts. Next was the white knee high socks and 2in heeled mary janes. Putting my long hair into two ponytails in either side of my head, I giggled and posed in front of the mirror. While I was inside her, I lived and breathed Marisol. Nothing I did felt out of place or weird. Next came the French maid outfit, that took a bit longer to change into. The dress had a built in corset, which I laced up after I had slipped into it. The corset cups supported and showed off my breasts oh so nicely and the short, flared skirt showed off my panties as I twirled around. Sitting down, I rolled the fishnet thigh high stockings up my long, toned calves and thighs, then slipped my cute feet into a pair of patent leather 5in stiletto heels. As the staff were only there at certain times, I opened the bedroom door and slowly walked out. The clicking of my stilettos echoed as I walked downstairs and entered the kitchen. As I thought about cooking in here and making a meal for Marisol's husband, my pussy tingled, and before I knew it, my fingers had slid under my skirt to rub over my panties. With one hand on the bench, my other one teased and gently rubbed over my satin panties. Closing my eyes as my hips quivered and bucked in my throes of extasy, I moaned louder and louder as my fingers slid under my panties and rubbed my swollen pussy lips. Moaning and panting louder, I shook and collapsed as I orgasmed and slid against the benches to the floor. Keeping my eyes closed, I quivered all over as my fingers continued to rub my swollen, moist pussy lips. If I had to stay in any female body, Marisol's would definitely be one of the top ones I would choose. As I slowly got back to my feet, I settled down and smiled as I knew what I would do tonight for my husband. When the housekeeper came back an hour after my orgasm in the kitchen, I gave her the night off. I didn't need to say why, she knew that I had something special planned for my husband and was happy to spend tonight with her own family. None of the staff in the houses here knew of the society, if they had, would they have wanted in, or just not cared. Following a detailed receipe, I had dinner prepared and ready when my husband came home at precisely 6pm, the time he came home every night. The sight of me in one of Marisol's sexiest black lace bustiers and matching lace trimmed French cut panties, combined with thigh high fishnet stockings and 5in pumps, brought an immediate smile to his face. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I went up on tiptoes and kissed him as he took in my perfume and freshly washed hair. He easily lifted me up and kept his hands on my firm ass cheeks while my thighs wrapped around his waist. When we finally came up for air, he smiled back at me and put me down onto my feet again. "You look beautiful Marisol, if you dressed like that every time I came home, I wouldn't leave the house at all," he said to me as I blushed and smiled automatically, the reaction that any woman would get when complimented by her husband. "Well, I did cook you dinner, and I felt.. Frisky and in the mood my love, now lets eat," I told him as I lead him into the kitchen and showed him what I had cooked. All through dinner, he could barely concentrate on it, and who could blame him, with my breasts proudly shown off and my scent reaching his nostrils. As I finished our wine bottle and went for another, he reached for me and pulled me onto his lap. Giggling as his arms wrapped around my slender waist, he kissed over my cleavage and up along my slender neck. "I should have Marisol do this every night, or ask for the swap to be permanent," he added as we kissed passionately and deeply. As I heard that, I pulled back and looked down at him. "That's one thing ive always wondered, I'm sure couples have wanted to stay as others, what happens to those that want to stay in other bodies, and what if someone runs off in the borrowed body of someones husband or wife," I asked him as we kissed again. "It has happened, not a lot, but, a few times. Both partners are locked out of the group, but only if the other partner agrees to it, otherwise the swap is undone, and as to people running off in someone elses body, well, theyre found and brought back here. They are usually very sorry and never do it again," he told me as I felt fear for the first time. Sensing that, he held me tighter and tugged at the straps of my bustier top and softly suckled on my left nipple. "Sssshh, don't worry about a thing, its ok, that's rare though," he told me as he lifted me up onto the table and tugged at the waistband of my lacy panties. Lifting my hips up, I let him slide them down my hips and thighs, showing off my bald pussy. Lightly chewing on one of my fingers, I parted my thighs widely for him as he leaned in and softly kissed my quivering pussy lips, sending shocks through my petite body. Closing my eyes as he softly licked and teased my pussy, he stopped just as I began to shake, then let me recover, only to begin again. When my moans got louder and louder, he lifted me up and undid his pants. Slipping out of them along with his boxers, he guided my slender fingers to his cock and smiled as I caressed and slid them back and forth until he was hard and ready for me. Moving his hands to my hips, he slid forward and thrust deep into my glistening pussy, making me gasp and shudder against his muscular body. As he lifted me up, my thighs went around his body and my arms around his neck. As he held me with his hands on my firm ass cheeks and thrust into me, I glimpsed ourselves in a mirror. Staring back at Marisol's beautiful latin face, I kissed and bit down on his shoulder as he pinned me against the wall and thrust deeper into me, making me grip his cock and milk it almost instinctively. Wanting more and more, I lost myself in the waves of pleasure going through me and urged him on. The more intense it got, the more I wanted and the longer I wanted to stay as Marisol. Holding onto him tightly as he carried me around, I continued to ride his cock as he carried me through the house, then cried out as my first orgasm hit me. Gripping him tightly with my thighs and arms, I quivered as I bucked in extasy and pure pleasure. Still thrusting into me, he eased me down onto the stairs and continued to slam into me. Digging my feet into his back, I spurred him on with my stiletto heels as he pinned me down, then felt him cum and spurt his cum deep into me, shocking me as my orgasm was still going through me. Keeping my thighs and arms around him as he continued to thrust, I soon felt him slow down and relax against me. Softly kissing my cheeks, he slid out of my soaked pussy and helped me to my feet. Still whimpering from my orgasm, he kept his arm around my slender waist and helped me up the stairs as I wobbled a bit in my heels. He helped me onto the bed, then collapsed next to me and fell asleep in minutes. I was unwilling to wake him up and lay still until I was sure he was deep asleep. Only then did I slip out from under his arm and go into the bathroom to have a warm shower. As I stood under the water, I lathered my long dark hair and wondered if I/marisol was pregnant, or if they wanted more kids. If I was to stay as her, it would be something id have to think about. She did have the sexiest latin beauty I'd ever seen, with a voice to match. After cupping and caressing my sensitive breasts, I rubbed my nipples until they stood out, then let my fingers slide down to my bald pussy and lightly caressed it. A lot of people, mainly men, have fantasised about what they would do if they woke up with a pussy. Shoot a ping pong ball 20 feet, if that was indeed possible, go for an exam and have it filmed, and my fav, squat down and wish for breasts too. Well, I had the complete package and was making the most of it. Recovering from one of Marisol's usual explosive orgasms, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, it was hard to imagine that inside this latin beauty was a normal, married, hetero guy. Wrapping myself in a silk robe and my long hair into a towel as id seen so many women do, I walked downstairs and cleaned up the dinner dishes. Just as id finished, I heard the phone ring, it was Anna, asking me if she could bring Marisol's son over now. Giggling softly, I told her to and thanked her for looking after him. 20 minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring. As I let her in, I thanked her and picked up my son. Leading her into the lounge room, I carried my son upstairs to his room. It was easier to think of him as mine, as long as I was in his mothers body. As I made a coffee for both of us, we talked and caught up on things. When I told her what I had worn for him, she gasped and of course asked to borrow it to wear for her own husband. "I'd be happy to lend it to you, your similar enough to my size. We had barely finished dinner before he was on me, he could barely contain himself. I guess in his place, id have done the same thing," I told her as we sat on the white leather couch and chatted. "I've done that enough times myself, being male, so much is hardwired into them, so when I see or hear something, I respond as a male would," she responded as I curled my legs underneath me and sipped my coffee. "Whenever we can arrange the strip club night, im happy to do it. Emily has a body built for sin, and as my dad always told me, use your assets," I said as I glanced down at my breasts, slowly rising and falling under my robe. "I never thought I would become a yummy mummy Anna, but I think I carry it off well. No ones suspected a thing, not the staff, not any of Marisol's friends outside of the society, no one, how can something like this go unnoticed by the world," I asked her as I savored my coffee. "Its been going unnoticed since the headbands were found, people believe what they see and hear, what the eyes see and ears hear, the mind believes, besides, no one here wants this to end, I like swapping with my husband, and he likes swapping with me, it's the variety that makes this enjoyable, as your finding out. Maybe next time you can swap with me," she asked me as I finished my coffee and thought about it. While I walked her to the door, she hugged me and nibbled softly on my ear, sending shivers through me, then left. Smiling to myself, I locked the door and returned to bed. Taking off the towel and silk robe, I slipped into bed with my husband and let his arms slip around me. The next night we went to dinner at Anna's house, more a mansion than a house. They had made their fortune in the dot com era, and cashed out before things went downhill. They had added to their fortune and enjoyed the finer things in life. Wearing a white brocade corset, matching skirt, choker and 3in pumps, we made the short walk to their house. He kept his arm around my slender waist as we walked. The laced corset around my waist and the tapping of my heels all added to make me feel petite and sexy at the same time. I wasn't sure what to expect but Anna had to have some other reason to invite us over apart from just dinner. Welcoming us in, I smiled as I saw what she had on, a very sexy black satin and lace bustier, matching skirt and 5in pumps, she lightly kissed both of us while her husband looked in from the billiards room, where I heard more than one male voice. "Come in, come in, dinner will be ready soon, until then, make yourselves at home. Kurt, you can go in there and show off your skills to my husband, and as for you Marisol, follow me," she said to us as he softly kissed me, then walked towards the billiards room. More curious than ever now, I followed her to the end of the hallway, then down a doorway leading to the basement. It seemed that every house in america had basements. Houses in Australia don't have them, it only adds to the cost of building a house. Once I saw how it was set up, I now wished I had lived in a house with a basement. Part of it was devoted to storage, wine racks, the usual, the other half was something else. The other half consisted of a well set up boudoir. A king size bed with red satin sheets, 4 poster canopy style of course. Dressers, a wardrobe just out of range of the web cams set up with an uninterrupted view of the bed. "What is this Anna, is this where you relax after a long night out," I asked her as I wrapped my arms in front of me. Id found that my nipples felt the cold first, and did what most other women did when they got cold. "No, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to become the latest wife to become part of lonely housewives.com," she replied as I looked from her to the bed. "No way, your part of it, but no one knows their identities, they wear new Orleans masquerade style masks," I said as I slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on it. "I am, so are a few of the other wives, it makes us feel hot and sexy, reaching out to men?.and women who wouldn't know us if they walked by us. It also brings in extra income, pocket change compared to what we have already, but its some fun, so what do you say," she asked as I thought about it. "Come on, it'll be fun," she cooed to me as she slipped down next to me and slowly ran her arm up my corset, over my breasts and softly blew into my ear while nibbling on it. Closing my eyes, I meekly nodded my head to answer her as my breathing increased. As I trembled in arousal, she guided my hands to her own breasts. Unzipping the side zip on her bustier, I tugged at the strap and pulled it aside to nibble and suckle on her nipple, which soon swelled up in my mouth. Guiding her down onto the bed, I tugged gently on it as she lay there and moaned in pleasure. Just as we had passionately kissed, we heard a knock on the door, "Anna, dinners ready, come on up," we heard her husband call through the door. Sighing as I knew that she was as aroused as I was, I helped her up and put her bustier back on, then zipped it back up. "Ok Anna, I'll do it, I don't imagine that Marisol will say no to this when she finds out, when are you putting on a performance," I asked her as I helped her to her feet. "In two nights time, so make an excuse and be here at 8pm. Peter will be away, so we will have the place to ourselves," she told me as we walked back upstairs and to the dining room, where 6 other couples where already seated and waiting for us. Parting from Anna, I softly kissed Kurt as I sat down next to him. Crossing my long legs automatically, we ate and chatted. We talked about anything but business and politics. We talked about friends, new trips, new shop openings, anything but serious stuff. I soon got into it and reluctantly stopped after two drinks of a very good red wine. Two nights later, I told Kurt that Anna and I were going out to Tuscon. Before I left I let him watch me get changed. showing off my poise and grace in Marisol's sensual body, I got changed into an ultra sexy striped confection bustier that had to have come from wicked temptations. I made Kurt sit and watch as I changed into it. It had very sexy off the shoulder sheer sleeves, padded underwire cups and built in boning down the bodice. It showed off my cleavage nicely as I laced it up, then changed into the thong panties, sheer stay up thigh high stockings and tricot elbow length gloves. Slowly twirling around for him, I again ordered him to sit and watch as I added a short satin skirt to complete the look. Slipping my cute feet into a pair of matching 4in strappy heels, I expertly applied make up and put my hair into ponytails on either side of my head. As I stood up, I felt his strong arms wrap around me, then his lips against the skin just under my jaw. "Mmmm, you look very sexy and hot my love, stay, wherever your going, it cant be as good as the night we'll have here," he asked me, nearly pleading as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. "No, I promised Anna, but if your good, I'll tell you all about it when I come back," I told him as I slipped out of his grip and got up on tiptoes to kiss him. Slowly backing away from him, I picked up a bag that matched my outfit and walked downstairs. I knew he would take care of my son, or Marisol's son, depending on how you looked at it. I left and made the short walk to her home. Almost as soon as I walked through the door, she was on me. "There you are, your audience is going to love you, they'll want to track you down and keep you for themselves," she told me as I softly giggled and let her lead me into the basement again, which was now warmed up nicely. Putting on the black masquerade style mask that she gave me, I sat on the edge of the bed as she turned on a laptop and entered a site, I guess it was lonely housewives.coms site, then signed on. As I glanced around, I noticed three red lights around our half of the basement. When I asked her about them, she told me they were the three web cams set up to show every performance. "Ok Marisol, our audience is online and once I click on the start button, they start showing. They vote on what they want to see the most, and we do it, its fun and your going to want to come back for more," she told me as I got closer to get a look at the screen. I watched as various requests and items to be used lit up, girl on girl kissing, various dildoes and toys that could be used, and presumably were in the drawers here, outfits, more requests. Noting that 44% of our audience wanted us to kiss, I leaned closer to Anna as her lips met mine. Closing my eyes, I moaned softly as our soft lips pressed against each other, then her tongue slipped past my lips and touched mine. Taking in her sweet scent, we kissed passionately and deeply. As we kissed, I felt the female equivelent of a warm fuzzy feeling. Her lips moved away from mine and it took several seconds for me to realise that we were no longer kissing. Opening my eyes again, I caught my breath and saw the eager look on her face. "Our new girl likes that, and so does our audience. Now, what else do they really want us to do," she asked as she leaned closer to the screen. "Oh, they want me to take you with my favourite strap on," she said to me, then moved off the bed to the drawer, swaying her hips sensuously as she walked. Returning with the strap on, she had me help her out of her own skirt. She had cheekily worn it without panties and showed it off to the web cams as she strapped it in place over her pussy. Smiling a mischievous smile to the cams, I unzipped the back of my own skirt and let it pool around my ankles. My thong panties soon followed them, then she gently guided me to kneel on the bed. Gripping the sheets as I raised my firm ass up, she rubbed the head of her strap on over my pussy to lubricate it with my own pussy juices, then slowly guided it into me. I squirmed and gasped as she slowly slid it back and forth into me, gently and lovingly as I squirmed in pleasure. Moaning louder, I looked up at the laptop and noticed the number of viewers increase. Quivering and shaking in extasy, I pushed back against her as she held onto my hips and filled me with the dildo. I had used Marisol's toys in my time as her, but to have another woman use one on me was something else. I felt more feminine as I heard her moans as well, clearly the strap on had something underneath it that was stroking her pussy or clit, or both if she was a lucky girl. My moans got louder and filled the room as I shook in extasy. Thrusting back against her, I screamed and shuddered as she guided me to my first orgasm. My orgasm went through me as her strap on continued to slide back and forth into me, making it last as I craved more and more of it. If this was what it was like to be claimed by another woman, I wanted more of it. When I had settled down, she slowly slid out of me and moved in front of me. The glistening dildo gently swayed in front of me as she lifted my head up by my cheeks and softly told me to clean it with my tongue. Smiling lustfully up at her, my soft pink tongue circled around the tip, then swirled around its length. I took my time as she presented it to me and caressed her firm, heaving breasts. "Now you take me with it, its what the majority of our viewers want now," she told me as she unstrapped it and helped me to strap it around my own hips. Kneeling up, I smiled as my slender fingers slid back and forth along the dildo, then got behind her as she knelt down and presented me with her own pussy. Tracing my fingernails along her firm ass cheeks, I lightly spanked her, then teased her pussy with the strap on. Glancing at the web cams and blowing them a kiss, I lowered down and thrust into her, eliciting a scream from her as I held onto her hips and filled her. Thrusting back and forth against her, I rode her as she cried and moaned loudly in pleasure. Lightly spanking her as I claimed her, I tugged at the straps of her top and cupped her breasts. Rubbing her sensitive nipples, I thrust into her as I pulled her up and slid deeper into her swollen, moist pussy. I thrust back and forth again and again, riding her as our viewers eagerly watched. I wanted to make her cum as I had, and held her against me as she shook and screamed in extasy as I had. Caressing her as she savored her own explosive orgasm and squirmed against me, I turned her head to one side and passionately kissed her. We completely lost track of time down here in her basement. We did whatever the majority of viewers wanted. Since they had a platinum membership and paid well for shows like this, the women did most of what they wanted, depending on their likes. We took each other with various strap ons, lapped up each others pussy juices with our tongues, suckled on each others nipples hungrily and spooned on the bed. As I was grinding my sweet, bald pussy against Anna's, I glanced up at the clock and saw that 3 hours had passed, its amazing how time flies when your having fun. At the 11.30pm mark, Anna moved away from me and rested on her knees on the bed. "Thank you all for watching boys.. And girls, stay tuned for this weekend, when we may put on another show, depending on what you, the audience wants, until then, good night, and very sweet dreams," she said to the web cams, then clicked a button on the screen which turned the web cams off. Moving back to me, she kissed me passionately again. Gazing back into her intense blue eyes, I held her and returned her kiss. "Thank you marisol, thank you, I'll tell you tomorrow just how popular you were and, give you your share of tonight's show when it comes to me," she told me as she helped me back into my skirt. As I got my balance in my heels, she twirled my panties around her finger and stated her intent to keep them for next time. "By all means, if I was liked, I'll be back this weekend," I told her as I kissed her again, then walked with her up the stairs to the ground floor. I expected her to lead me to the front door, but instead, she lead me up to the bathroom and proceeded to give me a very soft, loving wash down, paying close attention to my thighs and soft pussy. I whimpered and shook as the soft loofa caressed my soft, sensitive skin. "This is so that Kurt wont suspect anything, unless he sees you undressing, im sure you;ll think of something if he does," she told me as she kissed me again, then helped me to dress again. Rubbing up against her as we kissed, my fingers found her nipples and rubbed them, making them swell up against my own breasts. If I hadn't had a husband waiting for me, I probably wouldn't have left at all, but I knew I had to and made the short walk back to Marisol's home. As I unlocked the front door and walked in, I took off my heels and softly padded into the kitchen to make a coffee. Just as I was about to taste it, I felt a pair of familiar strong arms around my slender waist, then smelt a familiar aftershave. "Well, I trust you enjoyed your trip to.. Tuscon," he softly said into my ear as I smiled and pushed back against him. "Yes, I did, we did,, a lot, most of it would bore you, so I wont tell you," I responded as his hands found my skirt and raised it up over my hips. Shaking as his fingers found my thong panties missing, I blushed and tried to push my skirt back down. "Well well, what do we have here, you left here with panties on, but you've come back without them, what happened between then and now," he asked me as he spun me around and lifted me up onto the bench. ":Nothing, as I said, we did a lot, now, its late, and I don't think you need to know," I said as he took in my scent and thrust out breasts. "No, your up to something, I know it, come clean, confess," he responded as I bit my lip and thought fast. "Very well, I confess, its my intention to leave you for Anna, we're going to run away together, be lesbian lovers and forgo men completely, I feel better now that I've confessed," I said as he shook his head and without any warning, lifted me over his shoulder and carried me across the kitchen and living room to the stairs leading up to the bedroom. "Oh no you're not, I have plenty of things that Anna doesn't, and im going to show you," he said as he easily carried me and lightly swatted my firm ass, making me giggle and squeal in mock panic and fear. As I squirmed on his shoulder, he again swatted me and dropped me down onto the bed. Getting up on my hands and knees, I tried to crawl away, but he pulled me back by my ankles and slid my skirt back up again. "Im going to show you why Marisol married me, why im better than anything another woman has," he stated as he pinned me down and kissed me. As we kissed, my mock struggles ceased. While I lay there, he loosened my corset and helped me out of it, then cupped my firm breasts and gently played with them, sending pleasure through me as he knew my female body so very well. As he held me down, he slipped out of his pj pants and rubbed his cock against my still sensitive pussy. While I had enjoyed Anna's strap ons, there was nothing like the real thing. My thighs parted almost automatically as he kissed along my cheeks, neck, then along my shoulder. I arched my back and moaned as he kissed my most sensitive parts, then gently slid his cock past my outer pussy lips and deep inside me. Writhing and gasping underneath him, I wrapped my toned thighs around him and dug my heels into his back. Shaking as my pussy milked and worked on his cock, he turned around so that I was on top. Bringing his hands up to my heaving breasts, I writhed as he caressed and tugged on my nipples, bringing me down to him for another kiss. With the real thing buried deep inside me, I orgasmed and came within 10 minutes. He was ever the consumate lover and thrust into me to make things more intense before he orgasmed, spurting his cum deep inside me. As he came, I felt a warmth go through my body, there was no feeling like the one when a man cums deep inside a woman, of being held, filled. Barely a minute later, he slid out of me and the sound of his soft snoring filled the bedroom. Sighing as even I did that after sex as a man, I sat up and padded naked into the bathroom to wash myself. As I stood in front of the mirror, I wondered who I was, was I Marisol or Scott, was I married to Emily or Kurt. The more I spent as Marisol, the more blurred the line got. I loved Emily, I loved her and couldn't wait to be with her again, but the feelings going through me were making me doubt myself. I resolved to think about it more in the morning and returned to bed. I knew for sure I would want to do another web cam performance and was even more happy that I had come here to live. End of part two. I hope you like. I'll take ideas for future chapters as per usual. On another note, I'll be away in the US from the 4th of july to the 3rd of august. If your in new york, miami, new Orleans or Washington dc, like my stories and want to meet me, email me at [email protected] and let me know what city your in.