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I could not take my eyes off her legs.
Sarah was wearing a tight navy blue skirt that came to just above her
knees.
As always, she wore pantyhose with her skirt. This pair happened to be a
nude color.
Finishing it off were a pair of just right, but sexy black heels.
She had long straight sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect makeup and a
perfect 28 inch waist..some would say the ideal trophy wife.
Unfortunatley, she was just my co-worker.
I was a happily married man, but Sarah was absolutely gorgeous. She knew
it.
Yet, since the last Christmas party she had hit it off with my wife fairly
well.
They even talked over the phone a couple times exchanging recipes.
Her desk was right in front of mine at the marketing firm.
I think she knew that I stared at her in her sexy outfits day after day,
but she never said a word.
Sometimes she would swivel around in her chair, cross her legs in front of
me and smile.
We would chat about daily events,news, sports, weather.. whatever. I
never commented on how good she looked,
but she knew that I noticed. She was married, but her husband was a
contractor that was rarely home. Lately, she had seemed a little
distraught
when people would ask about him.
Our job was a daily 8 to 5, that sometimes came with an occasional late
meeting with clients.
Today this late meeting would change my life forever.
The meeting spot for a client was only about a mile from the office, so
Sarah and I decided to carpool over together.
I entered the passanger side of her car as quickly as I could so I could
watch her silky covered legs.
I could never touch, but I could at least enjoy the view. As we started
to pull out, she realized that she had left her portfolio at home.
Her home was only a few miles away, so we headed there to pick it up. We
pulled up to a large brick home. She told me to come in.
We had a little time before the meeting, so there was no need to rush.
Just as we entered her house, her cell phone rang. It was the client
rescheduling the meeting for the next day.
As I started to leave, she insisted that we never get to talk and get to
know each other outside of work. We had time since my wife wouldn't
expect me for awhile.
I started to get up to leave, only to have her push me back down and sit
on me..my hands fell automatically to her smooth legs.
Tom, you look at me every day at work, don't you want to taste what it's
like? She kissed me. I didn't stop her.
I couldn't. It was true, I wanted her. I knew better, but I couldn't
stop. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
This would be my only chance to feel her. She kissed my neck as she
unzipped her skirt in back. She slid the skirt down and off with her
heels still on.
She unzipped my pants and pulled them down. Then pulling me up and over
onto the floor on top of her. I kissed her neck. I opened her shirt to
reveal her lace bra.
I was so hard. So ready for this, for her. Then... Okay, Tom, stop..
that's enough.. stop.. I've got enough.
I was confused. Got enough what? She went over to a shelf in the library
where we had been playing and revealed the hidden camera.
Turning on the televison she was able to show me the tape of us rolling
around on the floor. She had gotten a good shot of my face before pulling
me to the floor.
I asked her what this was about. She wanted me to do something for her.
She said I had the right build to pull it off, plus she knew that she
could blackmail me into it.
With the right persuasion of course. She informed me that the film had
already been forwarded to her email account and she could forward it to my
wife at any time.
So, if I wanted to keep my marriage, I would do whatever she said.
She apparently had come across some information about her husband through
a private eye that had followed him for her, but she didn't give me any
other details.
Only that I was going to help her with the situation. She told me that
she had set the whole thing up with the client tonight to get me to her
place.
I was informed that there would be another client meeting tomorrow and I
was to drive to her place for instructions. She then drove me back to my
car and instructed me to get out.
I was nervous as I went home that night. I came home, kissed my wife on
the cheek, and had dinner just as always.
I'm sure my wife noticed that I was distracted. All I could think about
was that I could never let her find out what had happened just a few hours
earlier.
I would do anything Sarah asked to prevent that.
I showed up as commanded the next day. She lead me to her master bathroom
and commanded me to strip naked. She guided me in the shower, handed me
different clippers, shavers and shaving cream.
I was told to shave all my body hair. I started to protest, I didn't know
how I could hide shaving like this from my wife, but I did as I was told.
She gave me some ladies lavender shower gel and other feminine washing
items.
I smelled very fruity when I finished showering. I toweled off and
wrapped the towel around my waist. Sarah called me into her bedroom.
Laid out on the bed were a pair of silk black panties with pink bows, a
Black Bra and a new package of "suntan" colored pantyhose. At first I
start to protest and am reminded of the video of my infidelity.
I ask why she wants me to do this. She tells me that I have the perfect
feminine features to pull this off and the right body to look like a
woman.
She tells me that her private investigator came home with pictures of her
husband going into a drag bar. This has happened on several occasions.
She tells me that she has now told her husband that she knows,
but she wants him to follow through with his fantasy so he can get it out
of his system and things can get back to normal between them.
I tell her there is no way I can do this.. I am not gay.. I don't like
guys. I've never wanted to be dressed up like this.
She reminds me again about the video and tells me I will be convincing or
she will email it to my wife. I'm already unsure how I'm going to explain
being completly bare shaven.
I pick up the panties and slide them up my legs. She puts the bra on me
and fastens it. She ads false breasts. Then she shows me how to put on
the pantyhose so I don't tear them. I do it as directed.
Unbelievably, it is kind of a turn on to slide them up my legs, but
quickly fades back to humiliation. She sets me down at her vanity table.
She begins applying makeup to my face.. foundation, powder, eye liner,
mascara, blush, eyeshadow..
it is her makeup, so I even kind of look like her. She finishes with a
very wet look pink lipstick.
I look in the mirror at myself, I am completely defeated and humiliated,
but the worst is yet to come.
She pulls an A-Line black dress out of her closet. It is her dress, I've
seen her wear this at parties before. I love how she looks in it.
She unzips it and holds it out for me to step into. I step into it and
feel it become tight as she zips it up the back.
She clips the little silver belt in the front. She puts a silver necklace
around my neck and a couple of dangling silver bracelets. She clips on
silver ear clips that appear to be hoops.
Then she produces a long sandy blond wig from a shelf in her closet. She
has me sit back down at the vanity and puts the wig on me.
She hasn't done any styling yet and amazingly I see a woman in the mirror.
Something strange is happening to my mind. I see a beautiful woman.
One I would like to.. but.. it was me. Sarah commanded me to stand. She
brought out a shoebox and presented me with a pair of very sexy black
pumps.
She told me that she had bought them especially for me only the day
before. I slid them onto my feet. As strange as the whole experience had
been to this point, I believe the strangest to this point..
was sliding my pantyhosed feet into high heels. It just felt so very
different from mens shoes.. it felt.. humiliating and somehow exhilirating
to see a sexy woman with sexy legs in the mirror.
How could I even thin that.. I didn't want this... I hated it, but I had
no choice. Sarah sprayed perfume on my chest and my arms. She walked to
the other side of the room and instructed me to walk to her.
I nearly fell as I tried to walk in the uncomfortable heels. She made me
walk back and forth across the room over and over again explaining to me
how I needed to keep my feet one in front of the other to look more
feminine.
My feet were aching after only one time across the carpet. She smiled
widely and told me that I was ready. She took my wallet out of my pants
that were still laying on the bed and emptied the contents into a little
black purse and handed it to me.
She told me we were ready to go. I stopped as we came to the front door.
I protested that I couldn't go outside dressed like this. She once again
reminded me of my predicament... holding up her smartphone she indicated
the email button to me.
I left the house. I felt the brisk air hit my exposed legs. It is a
feeling that is not possible for a man, it makes one realize why women
always complain that they are cold.
The outfit made me feel more exposed, humiliated and degraded than I had
ever felt in my life, but the worst was yet to come. We got into the car
and she drove me to an office building that was obviously closed.
She told me that she had arranged for her husband to be in his office 20
minutes from now. She was going to go inside and hide so that she could
watch and make sure I followed her instructions.
She told me where his office was in the building and that I was to wait 10
minutes and enter his office to wait for him. I was to sit on the front
of his desk. I was given a script to remember. I was to tell him that,
"Your wife sent me for your Birthday." I was to do whatever he asked from
there.
I watched her enter the building. I waited and left the car. Click,
click, click.. you can't be stealthy when you are wearing heels. The
whole neighborhood must be looking at me now.
I entered the building and slid open the double doors that led to her
husbands office. I waited at his desk as I had been instructed. There
were no windows to this office or doors I could escape out of even if I
wanted to.
I was stuck here waiting.. to entertain a man. My only hope might be that
he would not like what he saw. Sarah was nowhere to be seen, if she was
hiding.. she was doing it well. A few minutes later, the sliding doors
open and Jerry, her husband stood in front of me.
"Your wife sent me for your Birthday." He looked shocked at first.. then
his expression changed..he slid the doors shut behind him. He turned
around and smiled at me.. he told me to turn around slowly. I did as I
was told. He was drooling. He started towards me.
I found myself unintentionally falling back onto the desk as I found his
legs in between mine. He put his hand on my leg and ran his hands up
raising up my dress. I stood up to pull the dress back down, but found
him grabbing me instead and forcing a kiss onto my mouth.
His tongue was in my mouth before I knew what had happened and I kissed
back knowing what could happen if I did not do as he wanted. I hated
feeling the stubble against my face...it was so manly and stern. He
pushed me down to my knees...and I knew what was coming.
I tried to choke back a tear. I knew I could not get out of it...then I
quickly realized if I didn't act like I was enjoying it, Sarah could be
watching..so I moaned with fake pleasure...
I went down to my knees, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and
pulled them down. I pulled out his dick and started to stroke it.. he
said what I was afraid of.. suck it.. I did as I was told. I put his
disgusting dick in my mouth and moaned even more with fake pleasure..
He grunted his approval.. "That's it, baby.." Oh, you are so good at
this. I am? I thought. I kept sucking and sucking.. it began to taste
less disgusting, but still humiliating and wrong... He started saying
don't stop, don't stop.. which really made me want to stop because I knew
what was coming.
I wasn't sure how to respond.. at the same moment I felt his cum filling
my mouth.. I heard the office doors sliding open and a loud "Surprise!"
Jerry immediately pulled his dick out of my mouth before he had shot his
entire load..what didn't go in my mouth shot across the side of my face.
Not entirely by choice, I swallowed the cum that was in my mouth as I
looked up to see a birthday cake, a group of bewildered and silent people,
Sarah, and my wife with tears welling in her eyes. Everyone seemed
completely dazed except Sarah.
She walked over to her husband and pulled out an envelope handing it to
her husband. She told him she was not going to put up with a man doing
things behind her back and told him here was a copy of the divorce papers
that would be officially delivered.
My wife turned and ran out of the office... I tried to run after her only
to twist my ankle as I tried to stand up. I heard the people I didn't
know snickering and laughing. I could feel them watching as I clicked my
heels on the pavement and found my wife standing outside. She looked at
me and told me Sarah told her I had been cheating on her..
and that she would have to see it for herself. Of all things.. she told
me.. she never would have thought that I was gay.. I tried to explain, but
she told me she couldn't talk to me like this.. that I looked ridiculous.
She got in her car and left.
Sarah approached me from behind.. she told me how she had always hated how
I constantly stare at her legs.. now, everyone can stare at you. She
pointed back to the building where all of Jerry's coworkers were taking
videos with their phones of me standing here in a dress.
She told me she would make sure the whole thing would end up on the
internet. I had the unfortunate opportunity to get to walk home that
way.. I chose to leave the wig on so as not to attract any more attention
than necessary. I wish that this nightmare ended there, but it did not.
There was more humiliation that would come before I would get home to find
that Sarah had not given me the keys to my house and my wife had locked me
out. The strange thing is after having to be dressed as a woman for so
long with no choice.. I think I may have started to like how it felt a
little.
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