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Chapter 2 - Is it a Dream?
I had just heard Sam call for me again from downstairs. Just yesterday I
was Sam. My mind seemed scrambled and light headed. Memories of Sam and
Katrina all mixed together. It was a dream, only a very real dream I kept
telling myself. His voice echoed again, this time a bit more demanding.
"Come on down Katrina. Honey, you know it's your turn," Sam chuckled to
himself. "It's your turn to play out my fantasies. Now get down here!"
"Uh ... uh .. give me a minute." I hesitated to say, my knew voice
startling me. It was Katrina's voice I spoke in. God this is an odd dream
I thought to myself. As I stood my image reflected in the mirror. Yet the
image was not me, but my wife Katrina. I was supposed to be Sam. Sam's
clothes from last night were piled on the floor at the end of the bed.
"Katrina!!" Sam yelled.
"OK! OK! I am coming." I scrambled to the door, stopping for a moment.
Naked except for the thong, I then grabbed Sam's shirt from the floor.
Picking up the simple white dress shirt I slid it over my shoulders,
rolling up the arms and then buttoned a couple middle buttons. A shirt
which had fit me perfectly just last night, was now terribly oversized.
Though, as I looked in the mirror, I looked sexy. My long legs exposed,
the shirt draped to my mid thighs, my cleavage on display, as I shifted
the shirt opened with a teasing view of the thong I wore. I stood for a
moment admiring myself.
"Katrina, come down her now!" Sam urged.
"Yes, honey. I am coming!" I yelled back. Beginning to walk, my walk was
lighter than what I was used to. As I moved the shirt teased my ass and
nipples, both sensations I was not used to. Though the feel, somewhat
turned me on, a warm feeling building in my stomach. Descending the
stairs, Sam appeared. Looking as I had planned for Katrina's first
fantasy. Wearing the shorts I knew would display my excitement for today.
I was supposed to be standing where Sam was, soon to have Katrina
kneeling taking my cock between her lips, sucking it till I shot my load
in her mouth. Though, now seeing him there, his cock hard, I could feel
moisture between my own legs.
"Well you look very sexy, Kat. This will be a mind blowing experience for
both of us. Now you do know what your first task is, don't you Kat?" Sam
spoke.
Walking toward him, stopping just before him, I kneeled down. My shirt
opening as I kneeled. My thong on display as the shirt tails opened. Sam
looked down at me kneeling in front of his cock. This was a dream. It
would be ok for me to suck a cock in a dream. In this dream I was a woman
sucking a man's cock. I tried to reassure myself it was only a dream. Sam
moved forward presenting himself. I unzipped his shorts, his cock easily
coming free from inside his underwear, springing into my hand.
My lips parted invitingly. Soon his cock was in my mouth, the feel so
real. It then occurred to me he had never asked me or told me to give him
a blow job. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling me deep onto his rod.
My own excitement growing as I performed for him. I knew what his wish
was for me. It was something Katrina had never done. He was going to cum
in my mouth, Katrina had never allowed this. As I bobbed on his cock,
with each retraction, I now gently touched his cock with my teeth.
Something I loved when I was Sam, yet Katrina never did. As I did that, I
heard him moan. Soon his cock was pulsing as his grip grew firmer on my
head. I knew what was coming, my own desires wanting to satisfy him, I
was almost unaware, my right hand was inside my shirt, caressing my own
breasts. The thong now hugged my soaking desiring pussy.
His cock throbbed, he moaned, pulling my head onto his cock, his cock
almost gagging me. I could feel the pulse and hot rush of semen filling
my throat. He then pulled back as his cock continued to pump. His cum now
filling my mouth with the taste of his salty hot fluid. His moans
quieted, and then he retracted, a sticky string hanging onto his cock as
he did. My tongue reached to cut the string as I looked up at him. My
body craved more, my desire growing.
"Oh Katrina, baby. It is like you knew what I wanted." Sam smiled as he
spoke. "That was fucking great. This is going to be a fun week to see how
far I can take you. Now go take a shower."
I looked up at him for a moment. It was then I realized my submissive
position. Obediently I stood and began to ascend the stairs to go take a
shower, smiling to myself, about how real this dream seemed.
The water was finally hot as I waited to enter the shower. I almost felt
voyeuristic as I removed my shirt, exposing the body that was my wife's
less than twenty-four hours ago. Before I allowed my hands to wander, I
next pulled the thong down and then gawked at my reflection in the
mirror. My pussy was clean shaven, something Katrina had always refused
to do. Never before had I realized how sexy her body was, her breasts,
not large but pert and perfect. My hands now began exploring my new
female body. The sensation of my breasts surprised me a bit, as I fondled
my breasts my desires for something grew.
The shower was steamy hot as I parted the shower curtain. The water
caused me to pull away till my level of tolerance increased. As I washed
my body I began to explore myself more and more. It was like the first
time I had touched a woman, only this time, my body reacted to my touch.
The soft skin, the toned legs, physically fit body, soft but firm breasts
and the water cascading trough my long hair. I reached slowly to where my
cock should have been, as my finger pushed in I moaned. "Oh God, that
feels good" I told myself in Katrina's soft whisper.
I continued to explore my own pussy. At times I had been close to climax,
only to fumble as I could not seem to satisfy myself. As I looked up I
realized Sam had been watching me. He now stood naked before me. How long
he had been there, I did not know.
"Here Trina, I know just what your body needs." He spoke softly yet
direct.
I should have been upset, though I loved the name Trina, my wife hated me
to call her that. Without another word, he stepped close kissing me.
Returning his kiss, his hands were now wandering my body and then he slid
one hand between my thighs. My legs parted, almosst instinctively to
allow him easy access. As his finger plunged into me, I moaned deeply.
"Ohhhh....yessss...."
My leg now wrapped around him then the other, as he pushed me into the
corner of the shower. His fingers caressing my pussy as my body began to
feel the climax growing. As he pushed his fingers into me I moaned. I
wanted to feel this, experience what a woman felt. I pulled away from his
kiss, so I could utter my emotions.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck me Sam!!!" I screamed unable to stop myself "God,
what is happening, fuck me Sam!"
I had never felt like this before, the orgasm started building slowly in
my stomach, than as if my entire body was to be part of the orgasm, my
pussy and breasts tingled. Sam plunged his fingers, deep into me, one
last time as I moaned loudly. My body gripped his tightly as the first
wave came and then hung. Unlike a quick male orgasm, this female orgasm
lasted. It receded slightly then another wave hit me.
"ohhhhh....ohhhhhh!" I squealed, grasping Sam tightly, my finger nails
digging into his shoulder. The orgasm seemed to last forever. I had not
even realized that Sam had set me down and left the shower.
The warm water of the shower cascaded down my body. The pleasure of the
orgasm still warming my soul, as I swallowed the salty taste reminded me
what I had done shortly before. This cannot be a dream I told myself,
knowing deep down it was not.
Though the events had piqued my curiosity as to how it would feel in this
body to be taken by a man.
Chapter 3 - His/Her First!
Gentle reminders of my first orgasm continued, until the shower water was
no longer warm. It seemed like I had been there for an hour. As I looked
down again, the female body I saw was not what I had hoped for. My cock
was not there, I was in her body, the body of Katrina, my wife. What had
happened to me, was Katrina in my manly body, I was unsure. If so she
had not let on it was her doing this to me. Maybe it was an odd twist of
fate hopefully it was just a really strange dream. I hoped it was a only
dream, though my recent experience told me it was more than a simple
dream.
I emerged from the shower, drying myself, touching my female form.
Katrina had a terrific body. Her body was petite with small perky b-sized
breasts. Exercise was in her daily regimen and her body reflected this by
its firmness. Less than 24-hours ago I was Sam, her husband, a man's man,
that is what I had been. Now I was in Katrina's body. Not only in was I
now in her body, but in her body for her week of submitting to Sam's
desires. That had been the game we had planned to spice things up. This
was the week I was supposed to be the one playing with her, not the one
played with by Sam.
"Oh my!" I thought to myself knowing the things I had planned for her.
"Oh fuck!" I whispered as I thought of the deep dark fantasies I had
thought of yet would never have done to her.
Finally I finished drying my new female form, rolling my hair into the
towel like I had seen Katrina do so many times. Instinctively I grabbed
a t-shirt from Sam's dresser, sliding it over my head. The t-shirt fit
like a very loose mini dress, cascading to my upper thighs. My breasts,
chilled by the air caused my nipples to poke out. The t-shirt was so
oversized for my small body, it hung off my shoulder. Maybe, I thought if
I just went to sleep, I would awake as Sam.
I could feel a gentle kiss on my cheek. "Wake up, honey. We have a
dinner reservation at 6:30 tonight," Sam's voice whispered.
"Huh." I sounded stunned and unfortunately like Katrina. As I lay on my
side, my hand was between my thighs. I eased my hand into my crotch and
found nothing. I was still in Katrina's body. Then to assure my discovery
my other hand went to my breast, discovering again my b-sized female
breasts, startling myself at my own pleasurable touch. Katrina had never
let on the pleasure her body felt to be touched as I was touching my new
body at this moment.
Sam reached down pulling the covers back. "My Katrina, you look so
fuckable. Maybe I should do that right now, after all it is my week for
you to fulfill my fantasies, babe." With a short pause, he walked to the
dressing table across the room. "I picked something for you, now get
dressed and meet me downstairs."
Easing from the bed I thought of what I had planned for Katrina. Sam
would not make me do those things would he, I wondered to myself. My
memories where now crossed between mine and Katrina's. I new things about
her I had never known before. Walking lightly toward the dressing table I
spotted the dress. It was a black halter style mini dress, a dress that I
had bought for her to wear on cruise last winter. Shoes sat nearby on the
floor, what the fuck I thought, looking at the strappy 4" heels. On the
table was a folded thong, no bra, which after looking at the dress I
realized would not work as the low cut v-front would reveal it.
I brushed my long brunette hair, struggling with what to do with my
womanly hair. I decided to pull it into a simple pony tail. Even this
simple task took me 20-minutes to get it just right. Makeup had been laid
out. I applied the make up lightly and somewhat successful. As I sat, I
pulled the thong up my legs. The tight fit seemed almost comforting as I
pulled it past my hips, shimmying a bit for the thong to find its place
between the cheeks of my ass. The odd lingerie was strangely
comfortable.
Next I put on the heels. I could never wear those I thought to myself.
There must have been something better in the closet. The discovery made
me cringe at what I saw. The only clothes in the closet where things I
had purchased for Katrina or had encouraged her to buy. Needless to say,
none of clothing was remotely conservative. Finally I sat back down
sliding my small feet into the heels. My feet arched as I did, nearly
point my toes down. I buckled the straps securely, and then stood,
holding onto the chair. I took my first step cautiously and successful.
Still standing I placed the dangly diamond earrings on the lobe of each
ear, next the pendant necklace.
Turning toward the mirror I was stunned at what I saw. The seductive
woman in the mirror would turn any man on. The halter dress was open
three inches below my breasts, the pendant necklace looking as an open
invitation to look at my cleavage. A hint of each breast was visible on
each side of the halter top. The hem of the mini dress was exposed most
of my thigh. The heels displayed my toned legs exquisitely. If I were
still Sam, I would have loved for Katrina to dress like this. Yet now as
Katrina I felt exposed and vulnerable
"Hey Trina, we're going to be late," Sam yelled from downstairs.
"Um, just a minute honey .... You should know now not to rush me," I
bellowed out in my new feminine voice.
"Yes I understand Trina, but still hurry up," Sam reminded me.
I brushed the dress down, walking on the edge of the room to assure I did
not fall in the heels, fortunately walking in heels came more natural
than I had imagined. Easing from the carpeted floors to the wood floor of
the hallway, I noticed the clicking of my heels. This was a sound that as
a man always turned my head. Now I was the one making the mating call
with my heels. I held tightly to the railing as I descended the stairs,
smiling nervously as I spotted Sam, I paused at the bottom stair.
He rushed to me, picking me up easily, pulling me close he kissed me.
Surprisingly I returned the kiss, though still amazed at how easily he
lifted me. Still hugging me he let me down. "Well Katrina, if I may say
you look a bit slutty as I imagined you would. But I will say I like it,
I guess one should be careful what one wishes for, don't you think
Trina?"
I felt his hand on my ass now as he urged me to the door. "Don't forget
your purse honey," he reminded me, before escorting me to the car. Sam
opened the car door for me, I hesitated, for a moment unsure how to sit
down. I turned to sit on the seat first, and then eased each leg into the
car. Success, I smiled to myself, then felt the warm sun drenched leather
on my exposed back and thighs.
We made small talk on the way, Sam hinted to me of all the things he had
planned for me, though he added, I may have a good idea of what some are.
Good idea, heck those were my ideas. Oh my God, I thought, almost
hyperventilating, these where my ideas. Did whoever was in Sam now Know,
or was Sam still Sam, or was it Katrina in Sam's body. If so she was
playing it much better than I was in hers. Though in all honesty I had
no firm idea if Sam was more than just my former self Sam. Even so I
cringed at the thought of him knowing my plans for the female body I now
occupied. Whom ever it was probably knew of my plans causing me to
crossed my legs tightly knowing what some of those plans entailed.
"Wow, how romantic honey," I whispered as we stopped at the valet. The
hotel was where we had spent our wedding night. The restaurant was
someplace Katrina had always wanted to go. The valet opened my door and
helped me out.
"Your purse, miss," the valet said, as I looked confused at him. "You
left your purse on the seat."
Smiling at him, I leaned forward from my waist as Sam walked around the
front of the car, I heard him laugh. I stood back up, and then he grabbed
my hand pulling me close as he tipped the valet. Then we walked inside.
"I will say your ass looks lovely and I do believe the valet would agree.
Next time you may want to bend at your knees," Sam smiled. "Unless Trina,
you like flashing your ass to strangers. I did enjoy your little display
and do like the way you are playing along. showing him your thronged ass.
A bit slutty though, maybe it shows your true desires." Sam winked.
As we walked I countered his comment. "So you like your wife looking like
this? You like the idea of men gawking and wanting her? You like the idea
of her flashing strangers? Your wife, looking like a slut?"
Sam grabbed my arm, pulling me into an alcove. "I would have never
imagined before today how much of that is a turn on to myself." He pulled
me close. I could feel his erection against me. "I want to take and fuck
you right now, yet tonight will be like your first time and I want it to
be memorable."
I was stunned at his words. The sexual urges in my body were bursting. I
wanted it too, to experience sex as a woman. He took my hand again and
escorted me to the restaurant, where we were seated promptly. Dinner went
on without much excitement. We made small talk along the way. There were
subtle hints that my wife now was in Sam's body. Even so, I was afraid to
ask him outright. The only incident is when I needed to use the restroom
and entered the men's room. I smiled and without a word exited.
After desert he handed me a room key. "It's for the honeymoon suite. Go
up there and get ready and I will be up in a bit," Sam urged me.
I leaned over and kissed him, leaving without saying a word. I knew I
would be having sex tonight as a woman and that there was nothing I could
do to stop it. The thought of my orgasm earlier in the day exited me and
furthered my curiosity as to what the experience would be like.
Just before I exited the restaurant I looked back and smiled at Sam. As I
did, I noticed a few other men looking in my direction. The thought of
men looking at me surprised me a bit. I pushed the button for the
elevator, thankful no one else was around, then the doors retracted
allowing a young couple to enter. The couple was dressed casually, though
I could see from the reflection he was looking at me, admiring me.
Honestly it was a bit of a thrill.
The suite was lovely and had been updated since our wedding night. The
curtains were pulled wide open. The view was beautiful, yet made me
shutter as I read the note Sam had left on the credenza.
"Dear Kat,
We are in for a week of adventure. We will start mildly as tonight you
are still virgin. Yet throughout the week you will be fulfilling 'your'
wildest, kinkiest and sluttiest fantasies. I will push you as far as you
have imagined, yet would never have done to me.
Love, Sam
P.S. The outfit you are to wear is on the bed."
I stood, for a moment, before entering the bedroom. The moonlight
glistened off Katrina's wedding dress laid delicately on the bed, along
side to lingerie, stockings and heels. Only the heels were different that
our wedding night, though I had urged her to were heels.
I unclasped the halter dress from my neck, and then removed the heels and
thong. The curtains were still open, I knew Sam had would have wanted the
curtains that way. The ornate detail of the dress and lingerie is
something I had never noticed till now. The thong, had a button on each
side allowing for me to take it off without having to remove the garter
and stockings. The bustier was so tight and form fitting, I could hardly
breath. When I did breath my breasts raised teasingly. The dress was
heavier than I imagined, I struggled to button the back. Next the
stockings, I laughed knowing now I should have put the stockings and
heels on before the dress. Yet, I was not about to remove the dress after
a long struggle to put it on. The sating stockings rolled easily onto my
legs, though I fumbled with the garters. The heels went on easily, with
only a buckle strap to adjust around each ankle. Finally I pulled my hair
up into an up do, almost as if I knew what I was doing.
The room was silent. I could have turned on music, yet I wanted to hear
the sounds of the heels and fabric as I walked. The heels echoed on the
tile as I moved. The fabric shushed. I was surprised by the delightful
feelings, the feelings of being bound in the bustier, restricting my
breaths, the satin dress caressing my thronged ass with each step, the
stockings caressing my thighs as I walked and the moistness of the thong
soaked with my juices. Walking to the window I stopped, turning and
waiting for Sam to take me. The room was silent except for my breaths.
On occasion I could hear someone in the hall. Each time my heart raced,
then I calmed myself when I realized it was not Sam. As I waited, I
wondered what he knew, did he know about my desire to see my wife gang
banged. My breaths were short at the thought, as I was now the wife who
would be gang banged if that were to happen. Even with that thought my
pussy grew hotter desiring an experience as the woman for the first time.
As if to relieve me from my new thoughts and fears, I heard the door
open. I held my breath in anticipation, wondering if he was alone. As he
walked around the corner I saw a red rose in his hand. My heart melted, I
wanted to run to him, but I stood as if on display in the window. His
lust for me was visible in his eyes. My arms reached for him as he came
close, he then pulled me kissing me on the lips, neck and shoulder.
"Katrina you are so beautiful, I want you," Sam whispered.
"Sam I want you to make love to me, to fuck me, like you have always
imagined," Katrina whispered back. My hand had already unzipped his
pants, his cock feeling the caresses of my fingers. He pushed me back
against the window, his hands lifting my dress. As his hand neared my
thong I felt him tug, suddenly the thong was loose, I heard the buttons
hit the floor. With a mild tug he pulled the petite panty from my body.
"Oh my God, oh my God, I want this so bad!" I said, still surprised at
Katrina's voice coming from my lips. He lifted me, sliding his hands
under my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He dropped me down,
"Ohhhhhhhhh" I moaned as I felt for the first time, a cock inside me. The
feeling of having cock now inside my very own pussy excited me. We
continued for a short time, each time he dropped me further onto his
cock, stretching my tender virgin pussy.
After sometime he set me down. He urged me to face the window. Again he
lifted my dress and pulled my hips back to him, causing me to lean
forward, my face and breasts on the glass. His cock was warm as it
touched against my ass, he lifted me slightly as I stuck my ass and pussy
back to him again.
"Ohhhhh .... yessssssss!" I screamed as again he filled my pussy. Now I
bucked back onto him. Sam started to unbutton my dress, soon the top fell
down as he stepped away he pushed the dress past my hips, the dress fell
onto the floor and then lifted me. He then set me down and again took me
from behind, my chest and face pushed against the window. Unlike Katrina
who was silent during sex, I moaned and screamed as he took my virginity.
Deep down I knew it would turn Sam on. Finally it was too much. I knew he
had pushed me to climax, my body tensed, before the climax began. I could
feel him push me into the window, as he did my bustier fell from by
breasts, my breasts now pushed flat against the cool window.
I was exhausted from the sex. My body was limp as he carried me to the
bed. "Wow, Trina, you seem to have enjoyed our first night of fantasies.
You appear to have enjoyed that much more than I would have imagined." He
kissed me as I fell asleep.
When I awoke, I reached over, the bed was empty. Thank God, the dream is
over. As I stretched, I was againl wearing the bustier, stockings and
heels. I reached down, feeling nothing but my own cum soaked pussy. I
realized this was no longer a dream, and that I would be fulfilling my
own fantasies. Yet I would not be Sam playing the fantasies on his
lovely wife, yet the now I was the innocent woman fulfilling the
fantasies of her male lover. Fantasies which had been my thoughts, until
a day ago.
As I sat up there was a suitcase on the desk, with a note on top.
"Trina,
I will meet me in the lobby for breakfast. As you walk across the lobby
think of all the men desiring you. Maybe one will get lucky. I know that
is something I have fantasized about. The idea of my wife fucking
another man. I guess we should be careful what we wish for honey, for
your wish may come true.
Sam"
I showered quick and found the outfit he had packed for me. What a prick
I thought as I pulled out the short denim skirt and cropped t-shirt. Well
at least this time I get to wear a bra. If his thought was to make me
look like a slut this outfit would accomplish that. Then I thought to
myself, it is how I would have dressed Katrina if I were still Sam.
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