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Turned into a Slut - Or More Likely I Have Always Been One By: Veronica Eggert ([email protected]) Prelude It is hard to tell this story in the first person, since it's still not clear to me what that means in my current situation. I am standing here in the anteroom of the Church in a white wedding gown with pre-wedding jitters that spur on my pacing. I am feeling extremely sexy as the fabric of the dress rubs against my nylon encased legs but I can't stop my mind from racing and wondering how this is even possible. "I can't believe that I am actually getting married." Now this isn't the first time I've been married but it is the first time I am doing it as the bride and in the traditional sense, in that by the end of the day I will have lost my virginity to my new husband. The whole concept has me confused, excited and horny. Chapter 1: The Cuckold Experience So how did I get to this point? It all started 18 months ago when my wife and I went out to our local watering hole for dinner and drinks. The small seating area was full so we grabbed our usual corner at the bar and ordered some drinks. A second round of drinks came before we even got around to ordering food, which then brought on the third round of drinks. The tensions of the week were washed away by the alcohol and we were relaxing, knowing that we had nothing on tap for the rest of the weekend. After our meal I got into a conversation with the gentleman next to me about why I thought Mayor Daley was nothing more than a dictator who raped the city coffers, while Sarah my wife, engaged her neighbor in the trials and tribulations of selling corporate jets in a recession. Eventually our conversation partners moved on and Sarah and I ordered more drinks and talked about national politics and our differing views on how to prevent future financial collapses like the one experienced in 2008. A tall gentleman sat down next to Sarah and started to engage us with his views about the financial collapse. As the evening progressed the three of us remained locked in conversation becoming more convinced that we had all the answers-the product of too much alcohol. During the process we got to know more about our "bar neighbor." Like Sarah and I, he also had his MBA from Stanford but he was about ten years older and had recently relocated his business to Chicago to take advantage of its proximity to his suppliers. He was truly engaging and had become very successful since leaving business school. His success, looks, and apparent intellect were all traits that Sarah loved in men, so without even being aware of it she became more and more flirtatious as we continued to drink and solve the worlds problems. As the bar started to become less and less populated we all knew the evening was coming to an end. Richard, our mysterious conversation partner, tried to head-off what seemed inevitable by inviting us back to his place for one more bottle of wine. Sarah and I were at that point with food and alcohol where we didn't even question the offer, excited to keep our buzz on and see the house that Richard had described. Fifteen minutes later we were walking up the front steps of Richard's Lincoln Park home. It was huge by city standards, sitting on a double lot, but not out of place among the other mini mansions on the block. Just the glance between Sarah and I communicated everything- we dreamed of having a house like this someday but that level of success was seeming more and more elusive a the years ticked by. Once inside we oohed and awed at his home and congregated in the kitchen to open more wine. As we continued to drink everyone became more flirtatious and sexual innuendo abounded. Sarah was sitting on the countertop as Richard went over to her to top off her glass. He reached down and started to caress her calf. When she didn't object he gently moved his hand up towards her knee and under her skirt. She clearly appreciated the attention but sought out my eyes to gauge my reaction. I gave her a role of my eyes that told her it was all in her control. We had been faithful to each other for 10 years but in theory I had always wanted us to be more sexual adventuresome. In the past I had joked that if she ever slept with someone else she just needed to video tape it, so I could also enjoy it later. However, now I was confronted with a real event, not just a fifteen minute porn fantasy. I wasn't sure what path I wanted to take as I watched this event unfold in front of me but I was turned on by the imagery and in a blink of an eye, I decided to go with it. I've thought a lot about this moment in the night, as it marked a turning point in my life. Maybe I should have stopped it or done something different but I didn't and as a result I began down the "road less travelled." Richard's hand was still caressing Sarah's knee as he leaned in to whisper to her; in fact the whisper turned into a little ear nibble that repositioned his body to justify reaching that much further up her skirt. Sensing no resistance from her or myself, he kept his hand there. He then turned to catch my eye to confirm that I was okay with his attentions on Sarah and was met by me smiling and noticeably getting turned on. Now with a sense of permission, he repositioned himself in front of Sarah pushing her skirt up allowing her legs to wrap around his torso. He then grabbed both sides of her face and pulled it towards his until their lips met. Instinctively I could see Sarah's legs squeeze and pull him closer as their kiss turned more and more passionate; their tongues quickly explored each other's mouths. Richard's hands dropped from Sarah's face as they continued to kiss and he reached up under her skirt with both hands grabbing her hips and pulling them tightly to his body. I could feel my own body temperature rise and breathing quicken and I was just watching this scene. Richard and Sarah's bodies said everything about what they were feeling as they continued to look for leverage to press their bodies even closer and closer to each other. Without breaking his embrace or even trying to make eye contact, Richard beaconed me with his right hand to come to his side. As if in a trance I crossed over to the counter top were my wife was embracing our new acquaintance. As I got close enough to see how flush my wife was with passion, Richard's lips broke off his kiss and he broke the silence and with a deep and commanding voice and said, "Kiss you wife." I leaned in and met my wife's extremely wet lips and engaged her in a passionate kiss. It had been a long time since we kissed in a way that lit up all of your nerve endings but there was no denying that this was one of those kisses. As our tongues explored each other's mouths with increasing energy, I saw Richard pulling off my wife's pantyhose and panties. Clearly Sarah was putting up no resistance, or even pretence, to escalating this encounter. I felt Sarah's breathing shorten, and her kissing less focused, as Richard leaned back towards her to kiss her neck. Out of the corner of my eye I realized that it wasn't the attention of two men kissing her that had caused the change but that Richard had struck pay dirt with his other hand and was caressing Sarah's clit. It didn't take long for Sarah to start vocalizing her heightened aroused state. Deep guttural moans began to emanate from her as her body had small convulsions which pushed her hips harder into Richard's caressing hand. Richard removed his hand that caused a small sigh of disappointment from Sarah, as she broke her lip embrace with me to reengage Richard's lips and encourage him to keep up the passion. Richard used the opportunity of having two free hands to drop his pants and underwear to the floor. Again Richard broke the silence in a very commanding and sure voice, "Put me in her." I wasn't exactly sure I had heard him correctly but as I looked down and saw his massive erection between my wife's legs I knew that I had heard him correctly. Richard saw my hesitation, and in a more compassionate yet firm tone he said, "Don't stop now, let's enjoy this...let her enjoy this.....but only if you do it." In my mind I had not committed to doing what he had requested but I started to reach down to grab his cock anyway. At that moment I saw my wife push her butt out to the end of the countertop, making herself fully accessible, and I recognized that this was something she wanted to do and with her acquiescence there was no reason not to. I grabbed Richard's cock, the first time I ever touched another man's cock, and I guided to the entrance of my wife's pussy. I too was caught up in the moment and used the end of his head to tease my wife's clit allowing the tension to build up in both of them. Then in a moment that is hard to describe, because I felt extremely excited for reasons still unknown, I pushed Richard's head into my wife's pussy. Richard's reflexive hip muscles quickly took over and he buried his shaft deep inside my wife. For the next ten minutes Richard and my wife rode each other. Throughout the process I both watched and engaged Sarah by kissing her neck and lips. Then in all too familiar flurry the pace picked up and I knew Richard was about to cum. I watched as both of their bodies tensed up and Richard's breathing suddenly slowed. He pulled out of my wife and stepped to one side exposing my wife's spread legs and swollen pussy. After a deep and final kiss with my wife, he turned towards me with a big smile on his face. "I don't think I got her to her full climax so I think it's your turn to help her out," he said. As I approached my wife sitting on the counter-top, Richard stepped behind me and put gentle pressure on my shoulders. I put up no resistance and sunk to my knees putting me face to face with my wife's moist, swollen and leaking pussy. Before I even had a chance to contemplate what was going on, my wife grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy. I started to tentatively lick her clit but her excitement turned up my interest and I quickly lost my inhibitions and went full force on licking her pussy. I tried not to think about it but I readily lapped up the globs of cum that were mixed in her juices as I brought her to a climax. As my lips broke away and I stood up, I felt proud that I had been able to finish my wife off and accept my first creampie. I had unresolved feelings about the latter but deep down I knew I wanted to do it again. Without commenting on the activities that just occurred in his kitchen, Richard led us to a spare bedroom and bid us good night. We tightly spooned each other and quickly fell asleep. I awoke the next morning very hung-over and a little dazed as to my surroundings. I quickly pieced together the prior evening's activities and I am sure I began to blush. My mouth felt like cotton and I could taste the musky remnants from going down on my wife's used pussy. My body betrayed any repulsion I felt by sporting a massive hard-on that throbbed with every detail I recalled. The fact that I hadn't gotten a release during the evening made me even hornier as I replayed the events in my head. As I became more awake and gathered more energy I sought out my clothes strewn on the floor, got dressed and went in search of my wife. It didn't take long to find either my wife or our host as I heard conversation and soft laughter coming from the kitchen. As I entered I saw the two of them sitting around his breakfast nook eating some toast and drinking coffee. As I walked over, my wife held out her hand containing two aspirin, saying, "I think you'll need some of this too." I nodded in agreement and helped myself to a cup of coffee. The morning then took a very unexpected turn, when Richard's first words to me were to ask me how long I had been cross-dressing. I shot a pained look at my wife, which I didn't let linger for fear of giving away more information than I wanted to expose to our host. I had been cross- dressing ever since I was a teenager and like other CD's at different times felt more compelled than others to indulge in my guilty pleasure. My wife had known of my fetish since we started dating and at times during our relationship even liked the ability to borrow a cute skirt or a piece of jewelry from my collection. However, it wasn't her kink and at most she tolerated it when my feminine urges boiled over. I made all attempts to only indulge myself when I was alone but it became one of those secrets married couples keep with the two of us having our own key words and private jokes about my alternate personality. However, over our 10 years together it had remained a secret between us, so I wasn't sure how to react to her spilling the beans to Richard. I tired to maintain a stoic appearance but my heart raced knowing that one of my most intimate secrets was out in the open. I wasn't sure if I felt betrayed by my wife or just scared to let someone other than her know the true me. I tried to answer Richard in a nonchalant manner, so as not to highlight that this was a potentially touchy subject for me. I told him I had started in High School and done it on or off ever since. He smiled and put some of my anxiety at ease by stating that he admired the fact that I could escape and explore a different personality. I was hoping that the discussion topic was over and was to be forgotten along with our prior evening's fun- instead it was just the beginning. Richard proceeded to confront our evening sexcapades, stating that he greatly enjoyed the scene we played out and would like to do it again in the near future. In a very straightforward and commanding tone he said he'd like to make our fucking and associated games a regular thing. Before either my wife or I could react to his no-nonsense proposal he continued: Now I don't want to break-up any marriages or even cause them strain because I understand that it's the danger and the newness that is the most exciting part. At the end of the day I believe that it is all about the release of chemicals in the brain and not what they have come to be associated with, such as love or emotional bonding. I am not looking for any of that. I'm just looking for hedonistic fun. So here are my ground rules. We only get together again if we all agree its totally superficial and fun, and second to ensure that everyone is acquiescing Vince has to, at all times we are at my house, be in his femme persona; that way I know he is okay with me fucking Sarah and that I know he is engaged in the play. Neither my wife nor I responded right away other than nodding in acknowledgement that we had heard Richard's proposal. Then as quickly as Richard's bombshell had been explained he ushered us out into the mid- morning daylight so that he could make his morning meeting. My wife and I then shared in silence our walk-of-shame down the street to locate our parked car. Chapter 2: All Dressed Up We didn't talk much about our weekend adventures, except our sex that week was reminiscent of when we first met. I had basically forgotten about Richard's offer, relishing in my wife's new sex drive. What I didn't know was that part of my wife's heat had been stoked by a barrage of sexy emails and texts that she had been trading with Richard during the week. On Wednesday night after fucking her and getting her off by paying oral homage to her clit, she matter-of-factly informed me that we were having dinner at Richard's tomorrow, so that I should pick out something sexy to wear. She only responded with an evil grin at the shocked look I gave her, as she rolled over to go to sleep. Whereas I could tell she quickly fell into a deep sleep, my heart was racing at the bombshell she had just dropped on me. I had never gone out in public as Veronica but had always wanted to expand my feminine horizons-but now that I was being confronted with the opportunity I was awash with mixed emotions and adrenaline. When I awoke, Sarah had already left for work. But just to ensure that I hadn't dreamt the whole thing, she left a note on the bathroom vanity suggesting that I get a professional manicure before our dinner. My heart began racing again at the prospect that Veronica might actually unveil herself. I had the luxury of working from home, so I knew that my entire Thursday was going to be wasted getting ready and fretting about our evening dinner. In order to overcome my nerves, I just set about the tasks of my metamorphous in a very detached manner. In hindsight I am amazed out how self-centered and focused I was on being Veronica and not the fact that my wife was clearly going to be fucked again (and again) by Richard. I had scoffed in my mind about Sarah's suggestion that I get a professional manicure. I would be too embarrassed and self-conscious to do something like that. However, after my long bath to remove all of my hair, and laying out my wardrobe for the evening, I realized that I had a lot of time until dinner. So in an almost zombie state, I resigned myself to the path that the day was projected to take and I steeled the courage to go down the street, in my male clothes, to get my nails done. I walked into the local nail shop, and much to my relief was the only customer at that hour. I was warmly greeted by one of the Vietnamese women who motioned me over to her table. Although my nerves were running on overdrive, I calmly said that I was going to a costume party that night and my wife had suggested that I get my nails done. I felt better involving my wife as the instigator but I am sure it was meaningless to the woman across from me since all she wanted to do was up-sell me into a pedicure as well. My heart remained elevated throughout the process but no more so than when I saw the first coat of deep red being put on the nail extensions that she had applied. The emerging feminine look of my hand looked out of place with the rest of my male body but it did bring a smile to my face. Forty-five minutes later I as a walked home I was giddy and nervous that my nails were a red beacon yelling out to anyone who passed that I was a sissy. Of course no one looked at my hands as I walked home but the adrenaline remained as I began the rest of my transformation. When Sarah came home from work, Veronica greeted her. I had put on a knee length flouncy leather skirt, with a safari shirt and a big black leather belt with silver rings. Underneath, I had forced a feminine form with a tightly laced Axford satin corset and black sheer panty hose. I wore a large silver loop necklace, and matching earrings, all topped off (or bottomed off) with a sexy pair of Jimmy Cho Gladiator heels-an indulgent purchase I relished the chance to actually wear outside. When Sarah saw me a Cheshire grin came across her face as she came up and softly kissed my cheek so as not to mess up my makeup. She quickly changed into a pink silk sheath dress and heels and firmly grabbed my wrist and led me outside to our car. I am not sure who was more excited as we headed out on our adventure. Five minutes later we were driving around the block looking for a parking spot near Richard's house. On Thursday night in Lincoln Park finding parking wasn't easy but finally we found a spot that to my chagrin was three blocks from his house. Seeing people walking around on the brightly lit streets caused my heart to accelerate but before I could even formulate an objection Sarah was out of the car and starting her walk. I sucked up my fear and joined her for the slow walk to our host's house. Even though fear and nervousness coursed through me, I couldn't help but relish in the feel of the night on my nylon encased legs and the sexy click of stilettos on the sidewalk. Before I knew it we stood in front of Richard's door waiting for him to answer the door. A lot of metaphors could be used about the opening of the door but this was only going to be the first of many such thresholds I was going to cross. Richard opened the door and smiled at his two dinner guests. He ushered us in the house, leaning into kiss me on the cheek and kissing Sarah on the lips. "What a sexy pair of women. The beautiful wife and her sexy sluty sissy husband," he said. I recoiled at being called a sissy but knew that the description fit. We started to walk down the hallway towards Richard's kitchen when in an authoritative tone, he instructed Sarah to bend over and put her hands on the back of the hallway chair. "I thought we'd have a little appetizer in the fun department before you enjoy the dinner and wine I've prepared for us. Now sexy...sissy Veronica, I want you to go over and flip the hem of Sarah's dress on her back and see if she is excited to be here tonight." I was excited about the scene quickly about to unfold and as a result all of my nerves seemed to melt away. My shoes clicked on his hardwood floors as I approached my wife who had assume the position bent over the chair. I lifted her dress and placed the extra material on her back exposing her panty-less bottom. Without further instruction, I reached down with my womanly manicured hands and massaged her pussy. I quickly came to realize that she was already extremely wet as she started to buck her hips into my palm. After only less than a minute, Richard moved closer to the action and put his hand on my shoulder causing me to turn towards him. "Now I need you to undo my belt and pants and tease Sarah's pussy with my cock until she truly begs to have me fuck her here in the hallway." I turned my attention to Richard's belt and pants. They quickly dropped to the floor leaving only his tented boxers. I found myself excited seeing my fingers with dark red nails reach under the band of his boxers and stretching them out to free his straining cock. He then stepped up behind my wife with barely a centimeter between his cock and her now dripping pussy. He then pointed at his cock and I grabbed it at its base and pushing its tip to my wife's pussy. As instructed, and as I had frequently done with my own cock, I teased the outer folds of Sarah's pussy with the tip of Richard's cock. The moment wasn't lost on me that I was holding this man's cock and using it to please my wife instead of using my own, but instead of any repulsion I was getting turned on by all the sexual tension and energy. I focused my approach on dragging the head of Richard's cock across Sarah's clit and around the surrounding hood. I varied the tempo so as to keep her off balance and every now and then pushed his bulbous head into her to increase her anticipation. Sarah had clearly had a small climax and was building towards another as her breathing and hip movement accelerated. Richard was smiling as the tempo built. "Now Sarah," he said, "I want you to tell your beautiful sissy husband that he's 'a beautiful sissy slut and that she needs to please you by putting my cock into your pussy'.". Her retort, was less directed by saying "oh yes fuck me" "No," Richard said. "You need to tell Veronica that she is a beautiful sissy slut and that she needs to please you by putting my cock into your pussy'" "Oh...fuck me......please fuck me....... Veronica you sissy put his cock into me, NOW" Although the words weren't exact Richard nodded at me and I slowly pushed his cock into Sarah's pussy, trapping my hand between them. Richard slowly pulled out as my hand directed his cock to push back in. This routine went on for a few strokes until Richard told me to stand behind him and massage his balls while he took over. I didn't hesitate. Although up until a week prior I had never touched another man's cock, here I was dressed up in my feminine persona, teetering on my 5" heels, eagerly massaging Richard's balls as he pumped his cock into my wife. It didn't take long before I could feel Richard's tempo pick-up and his balls tighten in my hand. With one final thrust I could tell that the contents of his sac were emptying into Sarah. Richard quickly backed away from Sarah flipping her dress back down, and headed towards the kitchen saying "Time for some wine." I moved forward to help Sarah stand up and steady herself as she straightened her dress. Our lips locked in a short and intense kiss before we headed off to find Richard in the kitchen. We started walking down the hallway to the kitchen when after only a few steps, Sarah stopped and lifted up her dress. She looked down at her crotch and I could see the problem, Richard's cum was starting to leak out of her threatening to ruin her dress. I knew one of us would be heading to the bathroom to clean up so I dropped to my knees and started licking the juices from her thigh. I felt Sarah's hands on the back of my head and knew that my attentions were being appreciated. I then turned my attention to her swollen pussy. I quickly licked her outer lips and then placed my mouth over her mound and sucked as hard as I could. I could feel a mixture of runny and thick juices enter my throat as maintained my suction. Then when I thought I had gotten most of my cream-pie appetizer I gently licked her outer lips and stood up. She straightened her dress and headed to the kitchen without another word as I headed to the hallway bathroom to clean up my juice-laden face. When I returned to the kitchen I was greeted with a glass of wine and the three of us embarked upon an esoteric conversation about something that we had all heard earlier in the day on NPR. Every now and then I felt how surreal this evening was with me standing in this man's kitchen, in drag, having a seemingly normal and fun evening. A smile came across my face as I looked down at my stiletto encased feet and I replayed our earlier hallway escapade. I began to relax and enjoy what I knew was a unique and once and a lifetime experience. Dinner was great. The conversation wrapped its way around a variety of topics and we were all engrossed with each other's company. As we moved on to dessert, Richard suggested we move into his media room and that he would pour us all a nice after-dinner Scotch. Richard returned with three single malts on the rocks and he sat between Sarah and myself on his leather couch. He found some movie on cable and we settled in. Within minutes of sitting down Richard was leaning over to nibble on Sarah's neck. And then with what sent shock waves through my body he simultaneously started caressing my nylon encased knee. I couldn't believe the wonderful feeling of having a hand touching my leg. I wasn't sure how to react other than sit there and enjoy the sensations. My moment of reflection was broken when Richard broke the silence by stating in a whispering tone, that the best thing to go with Scotch was cock. Before any reaction could even be registered on anyone's face he took Sarah and my hands and pushed them under the waistband of his pants. Again I had this man's rock hard cock in my hand and instinctively Sarah and I began to caresses it, playing with each other's fingers as well. Richard then proceeded to pull his pants and underwear off as we continued to stimulate his large member. He leaned into Sarah and whispered to her after which she repositioned her self on the couch and began gently licking his cock. I had altered my caressing to his balls so as not to interfere with Sarah's efforts when Richard turned to me and said, "Join her, and learn to take cum from its source." I was shocked at the forthright nature of Richard's comment but my shock didn't stop me from joining Sarah in licking the shaft of Richard's cock. As my tongue made its first lick from his base to his tip, my eyes met Sarah's. I want to be able to say I understood what she was thinking but my own emotions, ranging from disgust to excitement, clouded any recognition of Sarah's emotions at this moment; here her husband was, dressed as a woman licking another mans's cock alongside her. We continued to play with Richard's cock, our tongues sometimes meeting and playing with each other. Richard then encouraged Sarah to sit up where they began embracing in a passionate kiss. That left me all alone to orally stimulate Richard's cock. I knew my role as I brought his cock tip to my lips and let it slip inside my mouth. I began in earnest to give him a blowjob. Time went on forever as my wife and Richard increased their passionate make out session as I put all my effort into my first blowjob. Then I could feel Richard's hips starting to tense and buck and I knew he was getting close to a climax. I heard him whispering and giggling with Sarah as my pace quickened. Then Sarah said in a quasi- stern voice, "A good sissy slut has to swallow all of her creamy reward..... enjoy the life of a cum slut". As if on cue, while Sarah's words were ringing in my ear, Richard exploded in my mouth sending torrents of hot cum down into my throat and mouth. I was about to starting swallowing it down when Richard said, "Hold it in your mouth until we tell you to swallow." I did as instructed, which meant that a bunch of cum was now dripping out of my mouth and down my cheek. I sat up and showed Richard and my wife the large creamy load sitting in my mouth. Then Sarah, not Richard, with an evil smile on her face said, "swallow it and smile like a good cum dump". I complied and knew before the cum had hit my stomach that this was not going to be the last time that I gave a man head. "See a slut is born. By just a simple change of her clothes and the two of you now have more in common than ever before...you both enjoy having my cum inside of you." Richard said. I smiled back at the two of them, which became more and more genuine as I realized how much fun I had just had fulfilling what to this point had been merely a jerk-off fantasy. But this wasn't a fantasy, here I was wearing clothes I loved just having given my first blowjob with the encouragement of my wife. There were a few more rounds of sex between Sarah and Richard but for me they were a blur as I soaked in how events had transpired regarding my quick slide into slutdom. As our evening came to an end, I relished the walk back to the car listening to my heels click on the sidewalk and the feel of the night air encircling my nylon-clad legs. Unlike the walk hours before, I felt proud of my femininity, or at least my willingness to play the role, which added a slight strut to my walk. When Sarah and I arrived home we attacked each other like teenagers. Our hands exploring every part of each other with the wonderful taste of our lipsticks mixing in our mouths. We went at each other until sunrise until out of mere exhaustion we ended up clumped around a pillow in the middle of our living room floor. Sarah had to call in sick for the day, whereas my home-office work allowed me the flexibility to stayed curled up with Sarah and recover from our evening adventures. By noon we were starting to clean ourselves up but I giggled to myself every time I saw Sarah react to the soreness emanating from her crotch. Chapter 3: The Walk of Shame Our friendship with Richard grew. At least three nights a week we would go over to his house to enjoy our conversations and sexapades. It quickly felt normal for me to feminize myself for our evenings and I began to daydream about how to give Richard better blowjobs. Only on a rare evening would we crash at Richard's house, otherwise we would usually end our evenings with a short round of passionate love making back at our house. In fact the whole scene now seemed almost routine and matter-of- fact. However the routine was to be broken. It was a Tuesday night and we were heading over to Richard's house. I was wearing a steel-grey short pleated silk skirt and a funky sweater with a lot of zippers along with some simple "fuck-me" pumps." As we let ourselves in the front door I immediately felt my adrenaline kick-in as the normal silence of Richard's house had been replaced with a cacophony of different voices. Before I could turn around to leave Richard greeted us. "Welcome my two favorite women and cum sluts. Everyone else beat you here and they are already on their second glass of wine." "Who is everyone?" I replied. "Oh, I thought Sarah told you. I invited a bunch of friends over for dinner tonight as a networking opportunity for Sarah. They are all high net-worth individuals and might be interested in the private aviation services she brokers." Seeing what could only be described as terror in my face at exposing Veronica to a wider audience, Richard boldly stated, "Don't worry, I told them that you were a sissy slut and that I was sleeping with your wife and they are eager to meet you." Instead of allying my fears, my mind and heart raced with too many thoughts to catalog. My flight instinct started to kick-in as I looked towards the front door but I was thwarted by the firm grip of my wife who led me down the hallway to the kitchen. I felt nauseous and light-headed as I walked into the kitchen and was introduced to Richard's guests. There were two couples along with two other male friends of Richard's whom I had a hard time making eye contact with as the obligatory handshaking occurred. Sarah whispered in my ear to "just breathe" as she recognized that I was having trouble coping with the surprise. I gulped down my first glass of wine which didn't slow my heart down but did start to take the edge off of my nervousness. Eventually I steeled myself to the situation and tried to engage in the polite banter and conversations. By the time we all sat down to dinner I was feeling better, everyone had been polite to me and like an actor I fell into the role. I was shaken back to an uncomfortable reality when Steve, one of Richard's male guests, ask me "if I really sucked Richard's cock and watched as he fucked my wife?" The whole table got silent as they awaited my answer. I knew I wanted to answer differently, because the question seemed to shine a bright light of reality on my situation, but I nodded and said, "yes." Of course the conversation now turned to the nature of the relationship the three of us were having. To my surprise an hour went by, during which time we as a group explored why the fun, danger, and the desire to be someone different all played into the strange mix we found ourselves in. To my surprise, there was no judgment on the part of Richard's guests and the conversation was actually enjoyable, since it allowed, Richard, my wife and I to articulate what was going on and to get feedback from others. As a result, sometime before desert, I felt totally at ease with the group and felt truly comfortable with being Veronica in front of them. As the evening began to break-up I actually regretted that there wouldn't be more time to hang out with Richard's friends- what a quick turn around from where I started the evening. There were no sexapades that night, as we left with Richard's other guests. My wife's only comment about the evening occurred as we walked back to the car and she indicated that she was "proud of how I handled my self" and apologized for ambushing me but that she knew I'd never have gone if she had warned me in advance. Chapter 4: Learning Veronica's Role A few nights later our routine continued, as my wife and I dolled ourselves up and went over to Richard's. I decided to go simple, wearing a red suede mini skirt with black tights, black pumps and a black body suit (very urban looking). Not unlike our last visit we were greeted with other voices as we entered Richard's house. I didn't panic and was glad to see that the only other person with Richard was his friend Steve whom we had met at the dinner party. Since there was no longer an "elephant" in the room we quickly got to pulling out the wine and cheese. Wine continued to pour and we settled down as a group in Richard's den to watch a movie. As to prove his point in front of his friend, and his power position, Richard was very amorous and all over Sarah, caressing her inner thigh and kissing her neck and ear. Clearly Sarah was getting turned on as she began to squirm at Richard's continued touching. He whispered something into her ear and then Sarah announced that she and Richard were going upstairs to "fuck" and that we should enjoy the movie. Richard leaned in and whispered something else into her ear. Then Sarah smiled and said, "Steve, Sissy Veronica is your hostess while we are gone she'll get you what ever you need." With that the she giggled and turned around leaving the room with Richard's hand on her ass. I could tell Steve wasn't quite sure how to react watching his friend lead my wife out of the room but he turned to me and poured me some more wine and joined me on the couch to continue watching the movie. We made some idle chitchat about the film and then he asked me if I liked sucking cock. I reiterated some of my statements from our dinner party; that I was attracted to women and femininity and that I liked playing that role- and that through our relationship with Richard, I discovered that I was very submissive and enjoyed that role too. Steve smiled back with what appeared to be some understanding of what I was trying to say, even though I couldn't articulate it. Then, maybe because of his smile, the wine, or just the fact I felt sexy in my mini, I reached over and messaged his crotch. He was already partially hard which brought a smile to my face, and he grew very hard after just a few rubs. How strange that I was turned on by his response to me but It made me feel that much more sexy and now exceedingly horny. It didn't take very long before Steve undid his pants and underwear and gave my hands free access to his cock. It was bigger than Richards in both length and girth and I was memorized by it. I then bent down and licked the pre-cum off of his tip and began to tease his shaft with my tongue- techniques my wife had taught me to use on Richard. With my hands caressing his balls I took the entire length of his cock into my mouth. This is where Steve's bigger size could be felt. My mouth felt like it was being stretched like never before as the tip of his cock reached the back of my throat and there was plenty more to go. I gave it all I could, taking him into my throat between breaths and varying up the rhythm and pace to keep him off-balance. Then I almost came in my panties as I felt his balls tighten and warm cum began shooting in my mouth. It felt like bucket loads as I swallowed to keep up, leaving the last blast in my mouth. As I pulled up I smiled at Steve, showing him the load in my mouth before I closed my lips and swallowed it down with the rest. As I sat back up on the couch, I was surprised and pleased that Steve put his arm around me and drew me closer. Then with out warning he began to kiss me until our lips met and we went at it like teenagers in the back seat of a car. Within a few minutes I saw that Steve's cock was starting to grow again and I started to bend down to give him a follow-up blow job. However, Steve stopped me and said, "I didn't need to do it again and that he wanted me to get pleasure too." I smiled back at him, thanking him with my eyes for the polite gesture and then without thinking about it, but saying it from deep within my brain, I said, "This is what gives me pleasure." And with that I proceed to give Steve a long and slow blowjob, taking him deeper and deeper in my throat the more I tried. A few hours later we heard Richard and Sarah walking down the stairs as Steve hurriedly put his pants back on. When Sarah reached the den she said, "Veronica it's time to go home, it's a school night." With that announcement I slipped off the couch to meet her at the room's threshold. As we began to walk out she stared at me as a grin came across her face and asked if I had a good time. I responded that the movie was rather predictable but her smile became larger as she patted me on the breast and said, "you better wash that out when you get home so it doesn't stain." I looked down and saw that she had pointed out a large cum stain left behind from the multiple loads I extracted from Steve. At the realization that Sarah knew what I had been doing I turned deep red as I a felt both embarrassed and pleased with myself. To be continued..........