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CHAPTER ONE She had taken the girls to school and herself to teach there. I was supposed to be looking for work online, and I was, but not the way she expected. As soon as they were gone, I took out the stash of special things from my car's hidden pouch. A quick, tight face shave, some clumsy make-up (more for the feel than the look) and then I dress out in some lacy thigh-highs, a thong-like panty, some tight strappy heels, a borrowed bra (from wife, no she doesn't know) stuffed with hand towels (DD, omigod!), and a short slip to feel silky. I love the feel of women's clothing and have since that first time wearing mom's pantyhose when I was in junior high. Wearing hers or my younger sister's things became a regular practice until I grew too tall to fit into their things anymore. Getting married helped stop the urges for awhile, but I always return to dressing. I log onto Fictionmania to get in the mood. I have been secretly doing things like this for years, but accelerated my fetishes since finding web sites like this one. A few quick scans to find some kinky photos, and I have trouble keeping little George down. I print off some sexy shemale pix and put on some dance music. I imagine myself performing for my shemale lovers and soon find myself in the bedroom. I position a banana carefully into my waiting anus, hugging my pillow-made lover. This was my recurring fetish and I was enjoying myself. Just as I was filling the condom and the orgasm made my eyes glaze over, I heard the door open downstairs. Panic made me soft immediately! Who was here that had a key? I had not even logged off, yet, not to mention my current state of dress! Yes, she had forgotten something and had returned to get it. Apparently I wasn't paying attention to the cell phone enough when she called, so she came back for it. One look at the screen and she screamed! Calling my name, she came upstairs where she found me trying desperately to undress and hide evidence. Without a word (but with a look of shock toward me and disgust at the banana covered with shit), she turned around and started out. "I won't be back." She called as she slammed the door. I heard her leave and figured she would end up at her mother's house. I should have been upset, but felt some relief. I had to be careful before, but now could go all out to pursue my fetish dream job. I cleaned up and went shopping. Stopping by Wal-mart for some of the items, and a sex shop for others, I acquired a full range of items for my transformation. She might have left me, but she left the credit card. I had played online with making slut my occupation and had some contacts to make this a career choice. Being drug-free meant I could keep all my earnings, so I planned carefully. A full bath with baby oils added to soften my skin was followed with my first full shave. Arms, back of hands, underarms, chest, back, butt, legs and genitalia were all smooth now. I often thought of this procedure, but was afraid to have to explain the smoothness to my wife who often told me she liked me hairy. If she liked it so much, why wouldn't she lick my nipples or balls, like I asked? No matter now. The hair was gone, especially around the genitals. I covered myself with vanilla scented lotion to further soften my skin. A few more months of this special treatment and I would be transformed for sure. I added some of my wife's vanilla-scented body spray to further the mood. I had already been doing some eyebrow maintenance on the sly, just some thinning now and then. Today I went all out in front of the mirror and gave myself a delicate, feminine look. I pulled back my hair and started my make-up. From many web sites and from practice, I knew what I wanted to do. I put on just the right amount of foundation, carefully covering up the beard area. Some work on the eyes to make the gorgeous appearance I was after. A little blush to highlight my naturally high cheekbones and some flashy, wet look lipstick finished the look. I carefully applied the nail polish to my toes and new false fingernails. I had never done this to myself before, so took care to get it right. Of course, the color matched my lips, a shockingly bright red. A cute auburn wig topped my look after the polish dried. I carefully prepared to go out with my newly purchased ensemble. My panties were lacy, but tight to hold in my package. A corset styled brassiere with garter attached made me feel hot. Slipping the stockings up my smooth legs felt amazing. Why had I not done this before? Filling the cups with water balloons made me start to change in my mind. A tight white blouse opened to there and a short leather mini made me tingle with excitement. My toes showed through deliciously with my black four-inch heels. It took a while to lace the straps around my calves several times before tying them at the top. When done, I was a vision of sluttiness. To complete the illusion, I wanted to be ready for sex. I flushed out with a couple of douches, being careful not to soil my clothes. Using a "patented" method, I re-used one of the douches to insert KY into my sex box. I used a butt plug to keep things inside, and touched up my make up after I straightened my clothes. A few condoms in my bra and I was ready for the night! I had to jack off awhile to soften my manhood, so it would fit into a tuck. I live close to a red-light district, so could have walked there, but decided to take the car, in case I needed a quick get-away. I parked out of the way, and began my walk to work. I sauntered around a particular corner for awhile, watching the cars that went by. I even got spotted by a cop, and thought I should make tracks before I got picked up by him. A night in jail dressed like this did NOT appeal to my new freedom! Just as I was about to leave, a car pulled up and a fantastic looking Hispanic man rolled down the window. "Looking for some fun?" "What did you have in mind?" I answered in my practiced, sexy voice of a hooker. "Let's party. Are you a cop?" We exchanged a few niceties while I jumped into his BMW, making sure he saw my stocking tops. Being convinced that neither of us was the police, I asked him what he was up to. "My name is Diane. Go ahead, tell me your fantasy." "Well, Diane (my femme name), I really was hoping for something else tonight. I mean, you look hot and all, but I really want to do it with another guy." I couldn't believe my luck! Here was a well-off john who WANTED to fuck someone like me! "I can fulfill your deepest fantasy. Trust me on this, Lover." I gave him directions to my house, which was probably a mistake, but I was getting hot with lust watching his pants bulge. We went into the downstairs bedroom and I showed him I was indeed his dream girl. Juan almost came right there when he saw my girl-cock! I began a list of firsts: my first kiss from a guy, my first blowjob I gave (though he-shes have given to me before!), and my anal virginity was given over to Juan. He offered me $200 in cash and wanted to return. I gave him a rim job to seal the deal, just as the wife made her next surprise visit of the day. Apparently she wanted to see if we could patch things up after the heat of the day had died down, but she caught me in full drag with another man's dick ramming my butt. I'm pretty sure the marriage is over, but I'm also pretty sure my new career has begun. I fell asleep after satisfying my latin lover. CHAPTER TWO In the shower in the morning, my lover still asleep, I cleaned off my make-up and shaved all over. I tingled with the smoothness of my new hooker body and thought about what the next step of my new life. I couldn't stay here in the house I had shared with my family. The memories of my life as a boring man were too strong here. Even though I wanted to start new, I quietly wondered if I could ever act out like a man again, while the water ran over my shaved, sexy body. "Diane, come here, por favor. I have a surprise for you!" Juan, my lover from last night, had awakened. I wasn't in the mood for more ass pounding from him. My ass was still sore from him popping my cherry last night. He wasn't much on foreplay, either, and came too quickly. His only redeeming qualities as a lover was his quick recovery time. I didn't bother to put my falsies back on or even to put on any underwear. Completely nude and still a little wet from the shower (though I was surprised how quickly I dried without any body hair), I went into the bedroom for a shock from my Juan. There he was on all fours on the bed, dressed in my stockings and bra, with his naked, hairy ass up in the air. "Fuck my ass, lover. This is the last part of my fantasy. Do me like your beech, Diane!" At first I was repulsed by his hairiness and upset that he was about to run my hose, but I really wanted to fuck that tight ass. I had tasted his hole earlier, but wanted to fulfill Juan's fantasy and make him my bitch like he did to me. I lubed his hole and worked a few fingers into him while he tried to mimic a girl moan. He had not prepped his cavity like I did for him. I felt some shit just at the end of my finger, but I was going to fuck him anyway! I started carefully (his ass was as virgin as mine had been!), but soon I was riding his hairy butt like a pro. My smooth shaved balls rubbed against his fuzzy ones and I thought I would loose it right there, but I wanted to keep the experience going and to put it up another notch. I hugged Juan from behind and grabbed his rock-hard manhood. I measured it with my fingers and mentally noted it to be a little more than eight inches! Huge compared to my six and a half, but he seemed to be enjoying us together. I pumped his ass and cock in time until we both came. It almost felt like I was jacking off, but much more satisfying. I probably could have done with some more of that, but Juan soon rolled over and came up with a plan for our Saturday adventure. "Why don't you get cleaned up and get dressed really pretty. I'll get a shower and we'll go out to get you some things and I have a plan for you, if you would like to hear it." "Anything for you, my Love." "Well, I want to keep you near for rendevous on a regular basis. I won't make you my slave or prisoner, but I would like to take care of you, so you could be my regular fucker. Would you like that?" I had thought about doing some more hooking, but didn't like the thought of the police and the other girls roughing me up, but I knew I couldn't stay here. "What exactly are you talking about, Juan?" "We will take you to get some more clothes and I will find you a place to stay. I will pay your bills and get you what you need to be pretty for me. I won't be able to see you every night: I have a family I must take care of. But I want to see you on weekends like this. We can go out, if you want, then we can fuck each other for awhile. Please, let me make you my mistress, Diane!" Wow! What a deal! I wasn't sure if I was getting myself in for a bad ride, but his BMW was good, his money was good, and his cock was oh so good. "Sure, Lover, when do we start?" "Right now, today. . . get yourself together again and we can take care of it today." I hurried to prepare while he took a shower. I had already shaved, so just washed the shit off my dick, put some lotion and perfume on, and arranged my bra and panties. I got a pair of pantyhose from my wife's drawer, since Juan had ruined my stockings. I also found an old dress of hers that hadn't fit since before she got fat from the kids. It was a little tight, but it was a little more presentable for daylight walking. No other shoes would fit, so I put my hooker ones back on and my auburn wig. I tried my hand at a more demure look with the makeup. I had to redo my nails, since our lovemaking had torn off the cheap press-on nails from yesterday. I looked almost like a housewife ready to shop. "Ready?" "Yes, Juan. Where are we going?" "Away from here forever. Welcome to your new life, Diane. Come with me, Lover." I took his hand and started out the door to his car. Looking back at the house, I briefly felt a tinge of regret, then I felt the swish of my smoothness encased in hose and the ache in my butt from the plug and smiling hurried to the BMW. CHAPTER THREE Juan took me to Wal-mart and he did what he said. We got some things I would need: stockings, panties, low-heeled pumps, a couple of dresses (in bright pastels), and even some lingerie (real silk!) and a terry cloth robe. I also got some things I wanted: another douche, some razors, perfume, lotion, more makeup (especially lipstick). Juan also surprised me with a new watch (very feminine looking), a bracelet, and a purse. I thought someone might notice us and make me for a man, but everyone seemed to be interested in their own things and ignored us. I felt tingling to be shopping with a man that I had been fucking just a little while ago. To have him pushing the cart and walking alongside of me dressed en femme made me feel excited. Eventually these feelings might be normal, but they were all new to me now, and I liked them. We made our way through the check-out line and to Juan's car. He drove to a hotel in a nearby town and he carried my things to my room. "I hope you like this place. Here's some more cash, in case you need anything else before Monday. By the way, I'll send one of my people by on Monday to take you shopping for some more things you want. Don't be shy: whatever you want to make you pretty is fine to get. Just relax here and make yourself at home. I'll be back on Friday and we can go out to eat some place if you like. Is that ok, Diane?" I looked at my Juan and felt warm and squishy. He had to leave, but I wanted him to stay. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, our tongues wrestling in each others mouths. I pulled us back on to the bed behind me and we made out for several minutes. Juan rolled me over on my belly and pulled up my too-tight dress (the "borrowed" one). He ripped my pantyhose and pulled my panties down and spread my legs. Yep, no idea of foreplay with my Juan! The butt plug had kept some of the lube and his semen from before inside me, so I didn't need more moistening this time. Good thing, too, because Juan didn't slow down at all! He was on me, in me, and started pumping away. He came before I had a chance to even get hard, and then he wiped his cock on my dress. "Thanks, Lover, but I really have to go now." He left without a kiss and I barely heard him call out "see you Friday" as the door closed. I stripped and cleaned up some. I put on my new robe and turned on the TV to see what was on. I found a porno and relieved myself after awhile. I ordered room service, since I realized I was hungry. My sexy voice came naturally now. I relaxed and got ready for my new life of leisure as a mistress. Wow! what a weekend! Can't wait for Monday! CHAPTER FOUR Most of the rest of the day and all day on Sunday I spent watching TV, lying around in lingerie, and practicing my makeup. I didn't bother tucking in or putting on my wig: just didn't see the point. I took several soaking baths with oils and then coated myself with lotion. I tried several different scents of perfume. I also jacked off a LOT! Couldn't believe that all this was happening. Monday morning I overslept and was awakened by a phone call just before 8:00. "This is Randi. I will be by at 9:30 to take you out for the day of shopping per Mr. Torres." Oh! I had to get ready quickly. His voice sounded deep and smooth. I wondered what he looked like and how I should dress for him. I even wondered how tall he was. Juan was about 5'10", so in my heels I towered over him when we walked together. Don't know why I was thinking about him, but I was nervous while getting ready to meet the mystery man. I decided that the best choice would be classic, less sexy. I could always upgrade later if necessary. I did a close shave after a fast shower. Still felt exciting to shave everything. I especially tingled when shaving my crotch. Had to jack off once, just to get the old boy to tuck in properly. White cotton panties and a simple summer dress in pastel completed my demure look. The same water balloons went into my matching white bra. I had the makeup done properly and even did my nails differently. They no longer matched my toenails, but I wore my closed toe shoes that Juan bought me, so I was ready. Wig in place and smile on my face, I answered the door when Randi knocked. Oh my god! What a man! I didn't dream I would ever lust so much over another man, but here was a dream I never imagined. Standing before me was a 6'7" massive display of manliness in chocolate. Randi was an immense black man, tall and muscular, clad in a black business suit that tailor fit him well. His head was shaved and he wore dark shades. My knees felt rubbery and I thought I would soon have trouble with my tuck. "Good morning. I'm Randi spelled with an 'I'. Are you ready to shop, Diane?" His voice was even better than on the phone: smooth and sexy, deep but not gravelly or rough. "Let's see what you have already and then we'll know what else you need." I momentarily snapped out of my stare to show Randi what Juan and I had purchased previously. He looked over my clothes and lingerie I laid out on the bed. He wanted to see my underwear collection and my makeup. I showed him my shoes, too, though I only had the two pair. I offered to show him the underwear I was wearing, but he stopped me short of any plans I might have for the day. "Sorry, Diane, but there are two reasons we won't go there. First one is that Mr. Torres trusts me with everything he has, so our relationship must remain professional. Second, and here is why Mr. Torres trusts me with his girl, I don't like women. I'm gay, so I won't be tempted by your body. Though you are very attractive. Mr. Torres has good taste in women. My gayness is exactly why Mr. Torres choose me for this job: I won't mess with his lady and I might be able to help you 'get pretty' as he says." So that was it from the beginning. This positively gorgeous man was off-limits. So be it. We went out to the BMW (yes, the same one), and went off on our shopping trip. "Okay, Diane, it looks like you need lots of things. Where would you like to start?" "I only have a little cash with me, so I don't know if we'll get real far." Randi laughed a little under his breath. "Don't worry, girlfriend. Mr. Torres has given me instructions to get whatever you need. I have authority to sign for him on his card. You keep the money, all of this is on Mr. Torres. I guess we'll start at the ground floor and build up from there." We went first to a shoe store. This was not Wal-mart or Payless. We shopped at several upscale stores in the local mall and a couple that looked expensive from the outside even. We must have gotten twenty different styles and pairs of shoes, everything from heels to tennis shoes. Randi even insisted I buy a pair of lace-up ballet slippers. ("For something special I have in mind later" he said). Next we went to get some lingerie and underwear. When we finished I had almost enough of the stuff to fill three dresser drawers. Randi only let me buy the "good stuff": all satin and silk, everything lacey. I asked if I shouldn't have some cotton mixed in, but Randi insisted. "You can buy that stuff yourself later, or you can just enjoy what you have. Once you get used to the feel of real quality, you'll never go back." He even got me several pairs of stockings, again real silk and lacey tops. "Oh, Randi, you're going to spoil me for sure!" "No, Mr. Torres is spoiling you. He is just using me to do it." We went to lunch afterwards at a nice restaurant. I happened to see the bill and almost fainted. $75! I never paid that much before for lunch in my life. Randi was upset that I saw the amount, but he left a good tip and we went on to shop some more. I was feeling antsy to wear some of the clothes, so we went to a fancy dress shop to get me a few dresses and some blouses and skirts. I even got a nice shorts set. Then I excused myself in the ladies changing room to change. I went to the car and brought in some of my underwear and a pair of shoes I really liked. I made my change and touched up my makeup. I even brought my razor to tighten my shave job -- how I hated my beard! I changed my underwear to a lacey bra with thong panty and white stockings. Closed-toe white wedges with around the calf laces showed off my smooth legs. A light green scalloped spring dress over it all topped it all off perfectly. Randi actually took off his shades when I presented myself fresh from the change room. I liked the way he oogled me with wide eyes. I also noticed his beautiful eyelashes. His eyes were just amazing. I really wanted this man, but reminded myself of his speech earlier, so restrained myself. "Do you like, Randi?" "Sure! I mean, umm; yes." Randi returned his glasses and retained his composure. "Let's get on with some more shopping." Gay, indeed! We'll see about that. We finished the day, and Randi even bought me a ballet outfit for a surprise, like he promised. It was pink with a frilly tutu attached. I loved trying it on and couldn't wait to play in it. "Why did you buy this, Randi?" "I promised you a surprise, and sometimes you just want to play pretend. If you want some other fantasy clothes later, let me know." I was really falling in love with this man! It was like he could read my CD mind. He offered to take me out for dinner, but I didn't think I could handle too much more time with him without being able to carry out my fantasies with him. He took me back to my room and unloaded the car onto the bed. All this stuff! And all for me! "Is there anything else I can get for you, Diane?" That melodious voice and that delicious looking man. I reached up to hug him and laid a good kiss right on his full lips. What a feeling! Randi returned the hug and lifted me slightly off the floor. My leg rubbed against his crotch (by accident) and I felt him harden. He was huge! The electric feeling ended quickly when Randi let me go and stammered that he had to go. I was let down, but excited that I could get Randi worked up like that. His cock felt so big, I knew I wouldn't be able to take him inside me. I probably wouldn't get a chance anyway, but my hormones were working overtime. I watched leave in Mr. Torres' car. I should be hungry, but was more hungry for cock. I left my purchases on the bed and headed out for a sex shop I spotted down the street. Randi had already left, so I thought I would just walk there quickly. I wanted to buy a large, long dildo to work inside my butt and think of Randi. I must have attracted some more attention because two guys at the shop kept looking over the shelves at me. I might have liked the attention earlier, but I was thinking of Randi and wasn't interested in two guys that looked kind of creepy. Feeling weird under their stares, I didn't get anything at the store, but headed back to the hotel. On the way, I noticed that the two guys were following me. I tried to hurry without running, but the wedges weren't the easiest shoes to move in. They caught up to me in the parking lot and started to grab at me, touching my breasts and tearing at my dress. "Come on, baby, don't make this hard! We just want to par. . . " My left water balloon popped under the pressure of one of my attackers and the other found my penis when he lifted my dress. These surprises were enough to stop him mid-sentence. I took this opportunity to swing with my purse, but the hit was not enough to stop them. "Oh, a fag-hag. Great! We'll just have to see what we can do now, bitch!" They started to hit me and strip me. I tried to scream, but one of them had my mouth covered. I saw a shadow rush over and then, seconds later, my attackers were on the pavement, not moving. "Are you all right, Diane?" It was Randi. I was so relieved, but embarassed, too. My wig was half off, showing my long but boyish haircut with gray flecks. My clothes were torn and my male breasts and penis was exposed through the tears. Randi removed his coat and wrapped it and his arms around me. We left my attackers lying on the pavement. "Come with me. Let's get you back to your room." He said nothing else except to allow me to return to the bathroom to clean up. I heard him on his cell, apparently to Juan. "Yes sir, . . . no, she can't stay here alone, it's just not safe. . . yes sir, I will take care of everything. Yes, she will be safe. Yes, I know she is your putita, I understand. All will be well. I will take care of everything for you, sir." Putita? I knew a little Spanish and knew that puta was "whore", but putita? Little whore? Was this supposed to be a term of endearment? I was pissed off, but hurting from my beating. Randi had rescued me and was right there sitting on the bed. I returned to the room with my wig in place and makeup arranged. I had my nightie on, but no breasts in. "I want to thank you for all you've done for me, Randi." He started to protest, but quickly allowed me to kiss him. We made out for a while and I worked my fingers to open his shirt. I rubbed his smooth head and found his chest just as smooth. I explored his mouth with my tongue and his nipples with my fingertips. His initial resistance was gone and Randi returned my tongue attentions while rubbing my back and stroking my ass through the silky material. I decided to go for broke and worked my mouth down his muscular chest while I undid his pants, belt first. By the time I had his cock out in full, my mouth was there waiting. He lay back across some of the boxes and moaned slightly while I gently licked his rigid penis. Trying to measure this massive rod with my hands was difficult, but I guessed it to be at least 12 inches. I kissed and licked Randi on his cock and balls. I liked the fact that this area was also smooth. Apparently Randi shaved everything, even his legs. I played with his sack and started sucking his penis. I couldn't take it all, but pushed myself to take more each time I went down. Somehow my bottom ended up at Randi's face and he accommodated himself with my maleness and licked off my asshole while he was down there. It took quite awhile, but I was finally able to make Randi cum. I must have cum three times in the meanwhile. Randi didn't seem to mind, since he shouted my name while he squirted down my throat. We nestled in each others arms for several minutes, just enjoying the feel of new love. Randi finally broke the spell. "I promised Mr. Torres I would take care of you. We really should leave. He has a new place for you to stay and I am to escort you there. Please get dressed and ready." I did as my lover asked. Looking at the clock, I was surprised that two hours had passed. I hurriedly shaved, and re-did my makeup. My wig was on, my outfit was ready: the shorts set. I didn't feel real sexy after the fight, but wanted to have Randi make me sexy for him later. I didn't bother with hose or fancy lingerie. Just bra and panties (light blue this time, hip huggers) underneath, but tennis shoes to help me move to my new place. I used some rolled up socks to fill the cups. We loaded the BMW quickly. Randi and I hurried to fill the trunk and back seat with everything. The last stack of boxes I went to get, apparently Randi thought he should carry, so he picked me up with the boxes and carried us all to the car. I felt so womanly just then. I wanted to make love to him right then, but was content with a quick peck on his lips just before he set me down at the car. Now loaded, we jumped in and sped off into the night. Twice in one week my life was starting over with a new place to live. CHAPTER FIVE We drove for awhile and finally arrived at a condo unit. Randi insisted on carrying me up to the room on the third floor. The apartment was number Q, which I found interesting. Randi put me down with instructions to wait and put things away while he brought them up. He unloaded the car and I wandered through the place and put my things away. The receiving room was large with a couch and two chairs already there. The bedroom was nice with a canopy bed and two bureaus. There was also a dressing table with a lighted mirror, all done in dark cherry wood. There was a nice kitchen and dining room. No TV, but I could put my own touches on the place later. Randi had finished the unloading and I was almost done with the unpacking. We both looked at each other awkwardly. What do you say to a man that you have sucked off? Randi broke the silence. "You surprised me, Diane. I was taken by you from the first moment I saw you. I told myself that you were not available to me, but I still felt attracted to you all day today." "Me, too, Randi. I wanted to taste you, uhh. . . sorry, that came out wrong." I was horrified at my truthful slip. "It's okay, Baby. I have a confession, too. I told you I was gay and didn't like women. That's not completely true. I am technically bi, since I am insanely desirous of she-males. I love the softness and smell of a woman, but like to get fucked, too. Let's ease up and start over, shall we? I want to show you a better way to tuck." Randi led me to the king-sized bed in the other room. We kissed, Randi being gentle and making me want him more with his reservation. He slowly undressed me, leaving my bra on. He placed me on my back, knees bent, cock up and ready. I wanted to feel his mouth on my dick again, but he only caressed me on the legs and lightly brushed my penis. I lay back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations. "What's this scar from?" "That's my circumcision scar, Darling." "Not that scar, silly," Randi ran a fingertip just under my tip, tracing the cutting. "I was talking about this one here." I inhaled sharply as his finger ran down my ball sack. "Oh, that scar. That is from my vasectomy." I thought he was supposed to be showing me a better way to tuck, but here he was bringing me to the brink of orgasm and letting me come back from the edge. "Good, I don't want to get pregnant, but I really want to feel this meat in my ass, please." Randi had undressed himself somehow along the way, and now rolled onto the floor, landing on all fours. He dug out a small tube from his pants pocket and squirted a dollop of goo on his finger. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but he put the goo on and in his asshole. Immediately his hole dilated and made ready for me. "Okay, Diane. I'm ready for you to ride my butt, now." I joined my lover on the floor and slide my pole into his waiting orafice. The tube substance made his anus slick, so I was able to slide in and out easily. the goo also made my cock tingle and feel warm. There was no fudge packing here: clean fuck. I alternated my motion and frequency. Randi was active, too, matching my motions and joining me in a sexual dance on the floor. I rubbed his back, reached around to play with his nipples, and even squeezed his nut sack, all while riding him like a horny bitch with a dick. I was enjoying this fuck so much that I actually cried when I came in him. I didn't want it to end. I shuddered with the orgasm and felt my head swim a little. Was this a thrill, or just lack of food? "Now it's your turn, Baby. Hope I can return the favor of the thrill you've given me." Randi lifted my spent body back onto the bed in my original position on my back. I wanted to fuck, but would be happy for a blow job. He surprised me by working some of his magic lotion in my ass hole. I felt a slight burn and noticed an rush of air up my butt as I too dilated. Randi's enourmous penis was rigid and I wondered how much it would hurt. I admired my skewer and touched his uncut manhood lovingly. He slowly lowered himself on top of me and inched his meat into my ass. My body welcomed his length as he worked gently up in me. After a few minutes I realized he was all in me and that felt amazing. I saw stars and felt his warmth filling me. I was transported to a different plane of ecstacy. I couldn't control myself. I scratched at Randi's back, my legs wrapped around him in a hug, and I bit his nipples. He didn't cry out at all, but just pushed in me deeper and fucked me faster. I have no idea how long we made love, but we were exhausted at the end and collapsed into a long, sweaty hug. I thought I was falling in love. CHAPTER SIX Waking up fully dressed out en femme was getting to be normal for me, but here was a new feeling: an enormous penis sticking out from between my legs, underneath my own. I quickly remembered my night of ecstasy and snuggled back against Randi. He woke up gently and hugged me from behind. I wanted sex, but my body craved food. "I'm hungry, Randi. Could we eat something?" "Sure, Diane. I'll go see what's in the kitchen. Stay here, Love." I lay in my warm bed, wallowing in the sticky fluids of us both on the sheets. Randi returned soon with some cereal and bowls on a tray. "Sorry, Love. Nothing here but dry cereal. Let's eat and get cleaned up, then we can go shopping for some food and some more things for you." "Don't you have to go to work today?" "Actually, Mr. Torres has instructed me to take care of you and set you up here. I get paid a salary for whatever he wants me to do. Would you like to eat, or should I feed you?" "I can eat fine, but you promised to show me how to tuck, remember?" "Oh, yes. I forgot in the excitement. After breakfast I promise to help you dress before we go out for the day." We ate and did some small-talk, mostly about his past and last night. I asked too many questions, but he was patient with me throughout the meal. "Are you done, Diane?" Randi moved my dishes beside the bed we had been sitting in. He pulled back the covers and carried me to the bathroom. I wasn't sure what was coming next, but being carried by this naked god of a man still turned me on. I nuzzled against his cheek, embarrassed about my stubble. Somehow Randi was still smooth, even on his face. He set me down by the tub that he had already filled (apparently while getting breakfast). He lowered me gently into the water after he had stripped my clothes. Being washed by Randi only made my excitement heighten. I was cleaned up and horny as ever. Randi let me shave in peace, but asked me not to shave my genitalia or face. I thought this was an unusual request, but I complied. He returned to towel me dry. He hungrily took my penis in his mouth and sucked me to completion. Drying off my limp cock, he pushed my balls up inside me, then he pulled my dick back to my anus. So far this was not much different than my method. Randi used his own special technique next. He drew two flaps of skin from the outer edges of my ball sack and overlapped them in the middle. A few pieces of surgical tape strategically placed to hold it all in finished the package. Then Randi pulled up a pair of panties he had chosen for me, securing them in place. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn there was a pussy down there! I finished dressing myself while Randi got himself ready. I choose a summer dress to go shopping, and some pretty pumps, white fishnet stockings (just a little naughty), a fresh touch-up on my nails and a conservative make-up job topped my look. Randi wore his same black suit, explaining that he was still at work. "So, Lover, where to first?" I asked, while batting my eyes and swishing my dress enough to flash Randi. I so enjoyed making him loose his composure! "Uhh, umm. Oh, yeah. First, some food, then a few surprises for you." "Surprises? You mean there's more surprises?" I grabbed my man's crotch and butt simultaneously. "Ooo. . . Of, course, Love. Let's get started before we end up here all day in bed." He smacked me playfully on the ass and we were off. CHAPTER SEVEN Randi opened the door of that black, hot car for me. (I just loved this BMW!) When I tried to rub his leg, he gently pushed my hand away. "No time for that now, Diane. I promise we'll spend more time together tonight, but we have a lot to get done today. In fact, I think it would be much quicker if I dropped you off at one place and did some of the running myself. That okay for you?" "Not really." I pouted. "I don't want to be away from you. Where will you leave me?" "I plan to leave you in the hands of some pros I know at a spa. They will give you some special treatments to further beautify you. Don't worry; they don't ask questions about your secret. They also may hurt you some. Let me explain: to achieve true beauty some pain is involved. You need to have your ears pierced." "That's all right with me. Can I get them doubled, like yours?" Randi had these beautiful diamond studs, two in each ear. I wanted to match this beauty beside me. My crotch was also itchy with the stubble down there and the tape pulling. "Whatever you want, my Love. Remember, beauty means some pain, but the pleasure follows. I see you squirming. Itchy? Sorry, I will fix that later tonight, too." Ooo, now I was really squirmy! Randi brought me into the spa and explained the situation to the ladies at the desk. I was brought to a private area and told to change into one of their terry-cloth robes. Throughout the morning these pros pampered me, fixed my ears with new studs (two in each ear), and then worked over my face with a laser. Yes, they removed my facial hair with a laser. I found out I would need at least four more sessions to completely remove it all and then they would work on the rest of me. Oh, joy; now I would be permanently hairfree! The only drawback was that they didn't do the genital area. Somehow Randi said he would take care of this for me later. Some massage therapy, lotions and oils, and then Randi returned. Good thing, too, for I was enjoying the special treatment but was getting hungry. "Ready to go, Love?" I just love to hear that deep voice of his. "Ready for you." I had been waiting in the lobby, freshly primped and my makeup redone by the pros. Got a few tips from them, too. "Good. Time for lunch." I tried to greet my lover with a kiss, but he gently rebuffed me, whispering "not now" under his breath. In the car, he explained that the people there knew him and would report any affair to Mr. Torres. For now I would try to restrain myself in public. We arrived at the restaurant, and Randi continued to be a gentleman by opening my door and walking me in. I didn't even hold his hand, but really wanted to jump his bone. No matter, there were several packages in the car and I was sure more in the trunk. I looked forward to eating and then spending time with Randi and opening all my surprises, both boxed and dressed. My eyes followed Randi's every move, but I also enjoyed looking at my French-manicured hands. Randi ordered for us, so we ate an elaborate salad. I had learned that Randi was a vegetarian. I had always enjoyed eating meat, but for now eating Randi's meat would be enough for me. He didn't insist on my conversion, but it was probably good for me. I enjoyed the meal and even liked the water! After the meal, Randi took me back to my place. He showed me all the outfits he had bought for me, then he put away the food while I dressed and showed off for him. Having a fashion show for such an appreciative audience was a real turn-on. I so wanted to fuck him! He showed me some DVD's he bought and told me that a wide screen TV would be delivered later with a player. I now had some pilates instruction videos and some dance videos. There were also some pornos there: she- males primarily, but also some "instructional" ones about blow-jobs and stripping. My man thought of everything! I dressed in my ballerina outfit, per Randi's request, and joined him in the main room. He was an expert dance instructor and began my lessons. I was very much out of shape, but Randi didn't chastise me at all. He carefully put me into positon to stretch and worked with me to get my body ready for the next level. At the end of the lesson, Randi put some music on and did a slow dance with me to show me what we were working for. Of course, the end of that was a make-out session and a sixty-nine right there on the floor. The pent-up sexual emotions of the day released as we both came together in each other's mouths. A quick clean-up, then I went to change as Randi started our supper. Yes, he could also cook. I came out in a slightly formal evening dress and saw a louscious candlelight dinner complete with wine. Randi pulled out my chair and seated me with a peck on the mouth. We ate together and talked about the day. When I remembered Randi's promise of earlier, he motioned for my hand and led me into the bathroom. Yes, Randi was to "take care" of my itchy groin. He warmed up some wax and showed my how to apply this by putting it on himself. After a few minutes, he instructed me to pull the sheet off him. I felt bad to hurt him, but he seemed that he was used to it. He next moved to remedy my situation. Carefully exposing the area, he applied the hot wax and the strips. I wasn't sure about the pain, but Randi locked lips with me just before he pulled the first one off. I wanted to scream, but his mouth covered mine. He continued to gently hurt me until my genitalia was all smooth and puffy and red. Some soothing oil rubbed in helped but I was so sore I felt like crying. Randi told me we would only need to do this every other week now, but I didn't want to have him touch me there. Not knowing what to do next, I held onto Randi and wept. He returned the hug and carried me to the bedroom. I really didn't want any activity down there right now. Randi sensed my thoughts and laid me in the bed, covered my aching, stretched-out body, and retired from me. I lay there and wondered what was next. Randi had warned me that there would be pain to achieve beauty, but to feel it was entirely different. Soon, my thoughtful lover returned with a mug of hot herbal tea, chamomille, to ease my ache. We lay there together and talked for a long time as I sipped my tea. We finished the evening with a mutual fuck session taken gently to minimize the pain we both felt around our dicks. CHAPTER EIGHT I awoke to an empty bed and panicked. Then I smelled something delicious coming from the other room. I jumped up and threw my robe on (the silk one) and joined my expert chef in the kitchen. We enjoyed an rushed breakfast, since he had to go to the office today. The TV would be delivered before noon. He promised to return by supper and he had more surprises for me. I love this guy! A long, passionate good-bye kiss at the door almost ruined his plans for work, but he finally pulled away. I patted his ass as he left me, and I giggled at his surprised "wooo". I bathed and soaked in some bath oils for awhile. I would need to shave my face in a few days, but delighted in not shaving there today. It felt delicious not to shave my crotch, but instead to brush against the glorious smoothness with my manicured hand. I made myself cum in the tub, and then shaved the rest of my body. Towelling off, I practiced my new tucking and pulled up some new satin thong panties, light green to match my wig. I put on some silk stockings (white with lace patterns). I also put on a bra, but Randi had told me I would find something special in the boxes under our bed. In just the barest of lingerie, I explored underneath our love nest and easily found several boxes there. I opened them to discover falsies: many different cup sizes and instructions written out by Randi. I could try different sizes over several days until I felt comfortable with them. I glued on some DD ones and was surprised at the weight I felt. I might try some smaller ones later. Not really wanting to dress yet, I left the bra on and covered myself with the robe. I went to see what videos I had to peruse once the TV came. I liked the pornos, especially. One called "How to please your lover anally" caught my eye. The pictures on the cover showed both men and women in various positions, and I wanted so badly to learn how to better please my man. The doorbell rang. It was the delivery guys. Still in my robe (but tucked). I answered the door. I had my wig on, but no makeup, so I was a little nervous that they would know my secret. They were courteous and professional and set up everything for me. I did notice that one of them was staring at my legs while the other was explaining how to use the system. If he knew what he was checking out, he would probably want to kill himself! They finished their work and made sure they showed me how to use the system properly. Just to watch his reaction, I made sure to flash a little leg for my friend with the roving eye. I giggled at his stammering, but let them both go without another word. I wanted to watch some porn. My selection for today's class was more than I expected. Almost to the point of a boring class, the video went into details about proper lubrication, how to squeeze back into your lover, and even how to do exercises called reverse keegels to keep the anal muscles tight. To prevent tedium, there were numerous demonstrations throughout to keep the lessons interesting. After more than an hour of watching, I was much better educated on butt sex and very horny! I found a large dildo collection with the other things Randi had bought for me. I lubed my ass that was naked now, and inserted a fake dick that was slightly smaller than Randi, but bigger than Juan. With my silk robe brushing against my smooth stockinged legs and my chest weighted down, I groaned as I impaled myself to the music videos I put on. This dildo had the added feature of being a vibrator, I discovered by accident when I bumped the on button. In time to the song, I came on the carpet and lay in my cream panting with the phallus still in me humming away. I longed to have Randi hold me as I came down from my orgasm, but that was good practice for now. I think I passed out from the release, but managed to get the thing turned off just before. I slowly came around to full consciousness eventually, and cleaned up, re-dressed in a casual house dress that would pass on the outside. I put on my makeup and then realized I was hungry. I made myself a simple salad, and checked out some more videos. Nothing too thrilling, but I did have some trouble with my tucking. The more I became a woman, the more I found myself attracted to men. In the videos, seeing women fuck, I looked at their form for ideas on pleasing Randi. Seeing the men in the porn made me drool. My favorite ones, though, were the she-males: "the best of both worlds". I needed a real cock pretty badly, but it was hours until my lover would be home. I tried some of the dance videos, but became bored and started doodling. Among the other scribbles, I started decorating the different numbers in sexual ways. One was easy, a big dick like Randi's. Three was some ass cheeks, getting fucked, of course. I managed to get all the way to nine and was about to work on zero as a butthole after sex, when my darling came through the door. "Oh, honey, you're home! I missed you so much today." We kissed, I showed him my doodling, he seemed to appreciate my attempts (at least I got a rise out of his cock!), then we went to the kitchen and I assisted him in getting dinner ready. I knew how to cook with meat, but needed to learn his vegetarian ways. CHAPTER NINE Friday was a strange day for both of us. Randi checked in at the office, then came home early. He had been teaching me more ballet and ballroom dancing in the evenings, but today was different. Today he would help me get ready for my weekly date with Juan, our boss. I had started with a long soak in the tub while Randi went to the office. I was just getting out when he returned. I had started to tuck, but he warned me to wait on that: it would be hours until my date, and he didn't want me sore. Besides, he felt the urge to milk some cum from me before we started! I was only too happy to oblige and then return the favor. Randi began with my hair. Even though it would be under a wig, he wanted me to feel like a woman all over. I wouldn't let me see, but I could feel he was making some cuts here and there and pulling on my hair some. When he was done, he showed me the beautiful results. He had taken my shaggy, boyish hair and dyed it the same color as my auburn wig, cut it gently to bring out my face more femininely, and presented me to myself in the mirror. I liked the new look a lot. Too bad it would be under a wig. No matter my Randi would see me with my new do. Randi touched up my nails and worked on my feet some. He fussed over my makeup and then began work on my feminine form. It felt funny to be made up by one man for the pleasure of another, but that was life for us now, so we went with it. I decided on a C cup for tonight, since the DD's from the other day had given me a back ache and the next days try of B had left me feeling less than a woman. A snug corset-like garment was needed to cinch up my waist. A good tight tuck under a black thong with seamed stockings completed my under things. Since I was cinched, the dress for tonight fit me much nicer, hugging my body suggestively, showing just a hint of lucious leg though the slit in the side. Heels, of course, rounded out the ensemble, but classic-looking, not so slutty. Juan was taking me to a nice restaurant, so I had to look the part. My wig was in place and my make-up touched up. I was ready, but didn't want to go. "Randi, I wish I could stay here with you tonight. Let's make love together, right now." and I started toward him. "No, Diane. I'm sorry, but you are for Mr. Torres tonight. Besides, I won't be here, just in case you two want some privacy after dinner. I'll be taking care of some things the entire weekend, and I'll see you Monday morning on my way to work." Monday?! I couldn't believe it! I started to cry. "Don't cry, baby. I'll be missing you terribly, too, but you'll ruin your face if you cry. Come on now, it's just a few days, and you won't be alone." I cleaned up and agreed with him. I kissed him quickly at the door as he left and waited nervously for my date. Mr. Torres arrived and came to the door. He greeted me with a quick peck on the mouth and then we walked together to the BMW. I guess that Randi had driven it to him and then they had switched cars or something. Anyway, Jose held the door for me and a entered the car as femininely as possible. I really wanted Randi, but I still enjoyed being a woman going out on a date. I was not disappointed in his choice of restaurant. I asked Juan to order for me, but only asked for a salad. He ordered a salad, potato, and a steak. In my mind, abstaining from meat helped me think of Randi. Mr. Torres was talking to me and explaining that he really liked the way I looked tonight. He wanted to know if I could do him a favor. "Will you do something for me, . . . under the table?" I figured out with his head motions and crooked smile that he wanted me to suck him off right there! What an asshole! What's a girl to do? I mean, what's a girl to do that depends on a man to pay for her bills and food? I slid alongside Juan and scooted under the table before the waiter returned. I hoped the dickhead would come quick like he always did. I undid his zipper and tried to suck his cock without hitting my head. I managed to gag him down. Not smooth and clean like Randi. Not as big as him, either. Yes, he came fast and I swallowed every drop. I even licked up the after drips, so there would be less mess. As I seated myself beside my satisfied date, the waiter came with our salads. He didn't seem to notice my slightly dishevelled look or Juan's contented smile. We ate the salads in silence and I was glad for the roughage to wash out the funky taste of a meat-eaters meat. I excused myself to the restroom to freshen up and re-arrange myself. Hesitating for a moment at the door, I went quickly into the ladies room, hoping I wouldn't get arrested. Dressed as I was, I could get into trouble either way. In the stall, I made sure everything was properly tucked and arranged. At the mirror, I touched up my face and re-did my lips. Ready again, I returned to the table. Juan was half done devouring his steak, not waiting for me at all. I sat beside him and waited for him to finish, refusing his request that I at least taste this. When dessert came, I participated in indulging. What woman could turn down chocolate?! When we were done, Juan surprised me by getting down on one knee! He pulled out a small box and presented me with a beautiful diamond ring. I was speechless. "I can't ask you to marry me, because I am still married, but will you be for me? I ask you to be mine and to become the woman of my dreams. If things change with me, I would gladly marry you. Will you be mine?" I smiled, and through my tears I nodded yes. My head was spinning. What was I doing? I wanted Randi, but had just accepted Juan. Was I a slut now or just a busy woman? "Let's get out of here and 'seal the deal,' okay?" We left and Juan took me to my apartment. I really didn't want to do Juan on the bed shared by me and Randi, so I kissed Juan deeply as we came in the door. By attacking him sexually, I convinced him to fuck me on the couch. I lay over the arm with my ass up, pushing against Juan's dick in me. He was grunting and cursing my name, but I was looking at my ring on my left hand and thinking of Randi. Randi was a much better lover, but Juan paid the bills, so I had to please Juan. He took a little longer to come this time, but he still passed out right after, leaving me unfulfilled. I let him rest and then got into some sexy lingerie. When he woke up, he was ready to fuck some more and, of course, wanted me to fuck him. He slept on the floor by the couch while I napped nearby on the couch. Early Saturday, he got up and thanked me, left some cash, and left. Randi wasn't due back until Monday, and I was alone. Would Juan return later, or were we done for the weekend again? I took a bath, and contemplated my empty apartment. CHAPTER TEN I woke up feeling weird. My stomach was churning in a strange way and I headed to the bathroom. I barely made it in time before I unloaded in the toilet. I felt sick and had the "squirts". There was a little blood in my stool, but not enough to worry about. Mostly I felt sick and alone. The apartment was empty, I was engaged to Juan, I missed Randi (and was mad at him, too), and I felt alone. After cleaning myself up, I shaved and threw on my robe. I wasn't in the mood for dressing up or even acting fem. I felt lousy. I didn't even want to watch TV or any of the sex videos Randi got for me. I tried to eat, but ran to the bathroom again. I wasn't throwing up as much as I had diarrhea. It took awhile for me to remember the symptoms, but it finally dawned on me. Ever since I met my wife, I found I developed a unique problem: once a month I got sick when she went on the rag. Yes, I suffered her period with her. I must still be on that cycle. I was having my period, or at least the only way I could have such a thing. I was moody, not interested in sex or food, and had some blood in a loose stool. What made it worse for me was that I was alone and going through this. Off and on like this for the rest of the weekend. Randi finally showed on Sunday night. I didn't feel like talking to him or even looking at him. "What's wrong, Baby?" "I don't feel well, and you weren't here for me!" I whined. "Hey; I'm sorry you feel bad, but Mr. Torres told me to stay away until Sunday. He said he might want more time with you. Why; when did he leave?" "I've been here alone since Saturday morning. I feel sick to my stomach. Excuse me; I have to poop!" "Sorry about the alone time, but we know we both have to follow orders. What feels sick? Is there anything I can do to help you?" "Don't know. I know we both are 'owned' by that man. I got this, by the way." I flashed my new ring at Randi. Without hardly looking at it, he told me he knew about the ring. A few more questions about how I was sick. Randi was more surprised by my symptoms than the ring. "You say you get sick like this regularly? About once a month? Is there ever any blood involved?" "Sometimes. Only when it hits me hard like now." "Baby-girl, they should have told you in school about this problem. You're just on your monthly cycle!" "That's impossible. You know I'm not really a. . . ." "I know it sounds impossible, but you are so close mentallly and emotionally to being female that I find it alluring." "Just leave me alone, okay? I feel strange now and don't want to be touched." "Not a problem. Have you eaten, yet? Let me fix us a snack." Randi was the perfect partner. After taking care of my snack, he sat with me on the couch and watched some inane movie with me. We talked a lot, not really paying attention to the film. He told me that our boss had informed him of the engagement, but not to worry: Mr. Torres was married already and only gave me the ring to "guard his turf." Again, I felt like property instead of a person to him, but being close to Randi made me feel better. After we talked for several hours, I was even starting to get over my mad, though I still felt queasy and had to go to the bathroom some more. Later, when it was time for bed, Randi offered to sleep in the other room, but I told him it was all right to stay together; I just didn't want to do anything sexual that night. I did surprise him, though, with an early-hours blow job. CHAPTER ELEVEN By Wednesday morning, I was feeling myself again. I had gotten over my anger at Randi, and we had talked quite a bit in those days when I was feeling out of sorts. He told me that Juan was married, so the ring was really just a way for him to keep me to himself for the weekends. He did not intend to leave his wife, because he needed to keep up appearances for the circles he ran in. Juan had told Randi the details of our "contract" together. I would be available for him every Friday night for our rendezvous, and through the weekend if he wanted. I also would be allowed to further "beatify" myself at his expense, if I wanted to. That involved the continued treatments at the spa, particularly the hair removal. It also involved surgery, if I wanted it. Randi asked if I wanted a boob job, plastic surgery to my face, and even a full-out gender reassignment! Randi and I talked long and hard about these offers. I agreed with him that the spa treatments were a definite go. I was enjoying getting hair-free and smooth. The breast implants also appealed to us both. I would love to go nude and still have boobs for my man to play with. The SRS, however, gave us both squeamish feelings. I would become a full-on woman, but that is NOT what Randi wanted from me. He could have any woman he wanted, but he wanted me, as I was, with all my plumbing. Next, Randi surprised me with his announcement that he was taking the day off to get ready for our night out. I didn't completely understand why he needed the entire day, but that fact was soon clear to me. We were going to a "fashion show", of sorts, at the local gay club. Once a month, they put on a show for all the femmes to show off. Randi had won several times and wanted to go again and take me with him. He said that the order of the day was to be outlandishly femme and campy. I didn't really feel like doing all that, so I just prepped as if I was going out for a nice dinner: short black dress with heels, my hair left naturally (no wig), and my makeup rather conservative. When Randi came out and was ready to go, I almost fell over. He was wearing a tight, green micro-mini with yellow fishnets. His shoes were at least five inch heels with platforms at the toe. He had on a platinum blonde wig that curled down onto his back. And he was wearing bright yellow nail polish on both fingers and toes. His make-up was just as excentric, and definitely made a statement about his sexual preference. When we got to the club, I noticed several others that were dressed out similar to Randi. Suddenly I felt out of place. I really felt strange when a tall he-she at the door blocked me from entering and told me that only femmes were allowed in, no women allowed. "It's okay. She's with me." My man stood up for me and we were escorted in quickly. That one comment made me feel so feminine. My Randi claimed me in front of others. "She's with me," and I felt like giving myself to him all over again. Randi didn't participate fully that night, preferring to stay with me. He said that some of the girls there might take offence to me. Apparently my appearance was more feminine than I thought. Randi and I ate dinner, then we danced some. I really wanted to get him home and bone him, and I think he sensed that. We left after a few hours and before the festivities got started. When we got back to the apartment, I was ready to strip Randi out of his femme clothes and jump into bed, but he insisted on going to the bathroom. He removed all evidence of his femme self: make up, wig, even clothes. Naked, he joined me in the bedroom, where I waited, still fully dressed. I was excited as he took me in his strong arms and kissed me. I wondered why he insisted on changing, but right now I only felt his body holding me. Randi lifted me to the bed and moved between my legs, stocking-clad still. He pulled my thong down and off, but stared intently into my eyes. He was making it hard to breathe, just by his silence. Gently he untucked me, pulling the tape from my genitals and freeing my less-than-feminine parts. With my arms supporting me, my dress up around my waist, my knees in the air, my heels on the bed, Randi began to do what my wife never would: yes, he was tenderly kissing my balls. And not just kissing them, he was sucking on them, taking them into his mouth one at a time, then both at the same time. Randi got more into his oral pleasuring and began to salivate on my sex, licking and sucking up his drool as quickly as he could. I could feel my butt hole getting wet from his spit and from my excitement. He would alternate kissing my balls, licking my asshole, and sucking my girl-cock. When he deep-throated my dick with my balls together in one giant suck, I came down his throat. He finished me off, then smiled as he kissed my rapidly shrinking penis. "Now for my turn." My lover stood up and carefully positioned himself over me. I was in such a state of euphoria, I only moaned my consent. He inserted easily into my moistened area and filled me with his manhood. I jumped with desire on him, still stocking-clad. I wrapped my legs and arms around his body and let him carry my weight while I rode him like a bucking pony. Or was that a fucking pony? Either way, Randi came soon after, then lay face down on the bed, sexually spent. Fortunately for both of us, I was now hard again, so I took another turn at his back side. We see-sawed like that for a few hours until we both collapsed, nude, in bed and slept like lovers should: in each others' arms. CHAPTER TWELVE Our lives settled into a routine. Randi and I were together every day. He went to work in the mornings and came home in the evenings. Some nights we wor