Unexpected Consequences 3 free porn video

I felt I was in Heaven, immersed in my fantasies which had suddenly become my reality! My wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous wife was encouraging all my cross-dressing needs to the full. Every chance we had she made sure I was corseted and wearing the most feminine clothing we had bought. Either my new red heels or my sexy white stiletto boots adorned my feet any time I was dressed in the clothes of our choice - unless we were in bed in our satin gowns! Even then, there was one night when Claire insisted I didn't remove my boots! And our love-life just got more and more intense. I'd always loved servicing Claire with my tongue but once I was dressed as Diane she insisted on longer and longer sessions. She'd always been multi-orgasmic and now one orgasm flowed into the next as she hugged my lip-sticked mouth into her sweet pussy. Eventually, seemingly more tired than over- satisfied she would push my head away and draw me up to kiss and cuddle and murmur our love for each other, always using my feminine name. Often she would reverse our positions and she would suck and lick my "pussy and clit" until I climaxed into her willing mouth. Other times she would mount me and ride me to mutual orgasm. On Thursday night when I tried to take the initiative in the on-top position she crossed her legs and told me "Oh no, Girlfriend! You are my fuck-toy and I will play with you my way only!" That was a shock to my ego but, surprisingly, it also aroused me to a high level. It made me realise I truly did love her dominance. "Did I scare you, Diane?" she asked with an uncertain smile of concern as I mulled over those thoughts. I shook my head then told her how aroused it had made me and that I loved her being in control. Her smile grew to a beam and she grabbed me in her arms. "Don't hold back on telling me how you feel, Honey. I need to know so we do what is right for both of us. But............ now you have learnt and accepted you are my fuck-toy, lay on your back in the middle of the bed." I did as Claire ordered and watched her reach down to her bedside cabinet. She stood up brandishing two new leather cuffs. "Let's see what I can do with my sexy little fuck-toy right now. Give me your hands, Diane." I hesitated for a second then reached both hands towards her and watched with growing excitement as she buckled each cuff around my wrists. Attached to the cuffs were short lengths of light but strong chain and she wrapped the one on my left arm around the corner post of the bed-head and snapped a small padlock through two links. Claire walked around the bed to pull my right arm up and outwards then similarly locked it in place. The feeling of total helplessness was unbelievably arousing and my penis had never been as hard as I pulled on the chains and found I couldn't escape. I looked down my body to see my erection framed between the bra cups supporting my breast-forms, seeming to rise up from the base of my corset. It was so rigid it almost hurt. Meanwhile Claire had taken two more cuffs and was buckling them tightly around my stockinged ankles. She tugged on the two attached chains and locked them together to the middle of the foot-board. She smiled down at me then slipped off the almost see-through baby-doll she was wearing. "Now I get to play with my girly-boy toy just how I want to and she can't stop me doing anything I want! You better get used to being helpless because it is going to happen lots more from now on." Her words, softened by the amazing love that shone in her eyes, had me almost fainting with need for her. I watched - almost forgetting to breathe - as she slowly knelt on the bed then straddled my hips. Moving even slower she guided the head of my penis into her pussy and slowly sank down to full penetration. That she was so wet told me how much this domination was proving a major turn-on for her. Claire captured my eyes with hers yet I was still aware of her quivering lips as she tried to get her passion under control. Minutes passed without any movement from her yet still she held my eyes and I felt more submissive with each passing second. At last she spoke in her throaty, sexiest voice. "You have fallen in love with being Diane, haven't you Dave? You cannot wait to become her as soon as you get home in the evenings. Nor can you hide the sorrow in your eyes when you dress in Dave's clothes in the morning despite wearing your new sexy panties underneath." Her hands reached up to cup and stroke my breasts. "I watch you walking round the house, your shoulders back as you push out these beauties and try to get every glimpse of yourself in any mirror. It doesn't even worry you that I have been lacing your corset quite tightly, you still hate to take it off. I think you'd like to become Diane full time, wouldn't you?" She waited for my answer. Despite that we were joined, Claire's musings became more important than movement. I smiled as best as I could under the intense sexual needs and tried to put my thoughts into words. "Oh Claire, through your love I feel every day is Christmas! I have never felt so thrilled as when I am Diane but it also makes me feel calm and complete. She is who I'm sure I was meant to be! "At first, I was Dave who loved playing at being Diane. Now I am Diane who hates having to be Dave, no matter for how short a time. That you created Diane, that you let me be her makes me love you beyond anything I ever imagined possible. And I want you all the time, I need you and I need to love you so much. Even making love with you, as Diane, is far more intense and special than it is as Dave. Somehow you've turned your boring old husband into a raving lesbian nymphomaniac! "However, I know it is just a fantasy so I just have to accept I must become Dave whenever necessary but it seems harder to do so each time. You have been teaching me to do everything in the most feminine manner and it has become so natural that I have to force myself not to be Diane when I'm dressed as a man! I even find myself checking my face in the mirror when I'm driving, forgetting I'm no longer wearing cosmetics!" Claire stroked her fingers across my cheek then leaned forward to brush my lips with hers. "It seems we really let the Genie out of the bottle and now she won't go back inside! So let me ask you something: if you could change into woman, would you?" I thought for a moment then told her, "No. If I did you could no longer be my wife and I love and need you too much for anything to put that at risk!" "Oh thank you for that Darling!" she smiled. "I love having you as my cross-dressed lesbian lover too but I was suddenly scared you'd want reassignment surgery - and I love and need the part of you that is inside me now!" With that she did her magic trick and twitched her internal muscles momentarily and I gasped. "OK. So if you could live all the time as Diane would you do so?" No hesitation there. "Oh Yes, Claire! I cannot think of anything more perfect - but only if we are together. I cannot live without you, sweet angel." Our locked eyes spoke volumes of love that were beyond words. Her hands cupped my breasts once more. "If you could stay as Diane would you want your own breasts?" she slid her fingers beneath the breast-forms and lightly rolled my nipples between forefingers and thumbs. I groaned in pleasure for she had been doing that to me more and more for the last several days and it was becoming more arousing every time. "Yes I would! It is a very exciting fantasy to think of my nipples sliding sensuously inside the cups of a satin bra. You've told me that excites you and I'd love to know that feeling. I'd love to have you play and tease my breasts as I do with yours but, as it can't happen, I'll have to make the best of my forms." Claire returned my smile and moved her hips for the first time, although very slowly. "Right, Diane, my tied-up-tight little fuck-toy, my sexy, slutty, girly-boy, now it is time for you to be well and truly fucked!" Her hips rose and fell faster with her words and her fingers gripped and squeezed my nipples much firmer. In spite of my bondage I couldn't help but thrust my hips in counterpoint to Claire's movements which brought a groan from her lips. "I want you to have firm, full breasts, Diane, with big girly nipples that I can tease and suck until they are rigid with passion. I want to make you weak-kneed when I caress them and lick them!" With that she yanked out my left breast-form and sucked and chewed on my nipple, continuing her assault with her fingers on my other one. It was such a surprise but so erotic that it took me completely over the edge. I screamed out in the beautiful agony of ecstasy as wave after wave pounded through me, spurting my seed deep into my fantastic lover. I bucked my hips and struggled and squirmed in my bondage which only heightened the excitement and climax. Exhausted, I collapsed totally limp and stared up in wonder at this incredible woman had done to me. She had lovingly yet almost violently fucked both my body my mind! I struggled for words; I wanted to tell her so much. All I could manage was "Thank You!" and I burst into tears. If it had been the other way around I would have worried for Claire but her woman's intuition told her I was crying in intense happiness and she just held me tight and stroked my face, murmuring her love for me. It was a moment I didn't want to end. However, whilst I had come so needily, Claire's needs were unquenched. When she thought I had recovered enough she dragged her body slowly up mine, holding my eyes with hers. I couldn't tear my gaze from those wondrous blue-grey orbs yet was aware of her knees settling in the spaces between my head and my bound arms. Slowly she brought her hips forward and pressed her pussy down to my waiting lips and thrusting tongue. She groaned as it brushed her clit and I watched as she cupped her own breasts and tweaked her nipples. Claire's pussy lips were hugely swollen with her arousal and I was swamped with her wetness and the first traces of what I had just pumped into her. My tongue sought and found her prominent clit and I was easily able to suck it between my teeth whilst battering it with my tongue. She cried out above me as I did that and began tugging and stretching her nipples quite hard. Only moments later Claire was the one screaming out her passion before collapsing on me. I started to panic as I couldn't breathe but she slowly moved to allow me air. To my surprise that single, intense orgasm satisfied Claire and she reversed her position to lay full length upon me. She kissed me slowly and lovingly and I was in heaven. At last she lifted her head to smile. "I hope you are feeling used and abused and very well fucked, my sexy girlfriend?" All I could do was groan and nod. "One of the things we are going to get with your bonus is a strap-on dildo. And then I am really going to make you feel well-fucked! I cannot tell you how good it feels when your body is still deliciously tender for hours afterwards, then you know you've been properly ravished. Imagine how helpless you'll feel tied up so tightly and watching me come closer with a thick firm dildo jutting from my hips and knowing you can't stop me from taking your cherry!" Oh God! The picture her words were painting in my mind was so overpowering I groaned and twitched and both of us realised I was erecting again! "Mmm! I wondered if that scenario would interest you but I don't need your answer now, do I, my slut?" Both of us knew that things had changed; it was clear that Claire had sealed her dominant role and me my submissive one. At that moment I knew I couldn't fight it - and I also knew I didn't want to. It felt so right to cede that power to her. I stared up into her eyes and wondered what else her naughty mind might be contemplating - then the words slipped out with ease. "Claire, I love you more than life. I promised not to hide anything from you ever again and what you just said is frightening - but it also turns me on like crazy. You just keep finding buttons I didn't know were there and pressing them! I really do feel helpless to stop you from doing anything you want with me - and I love it. Thank you so much for tonight as well! Since you spoke of it I wondered how it would feel to be tied up and unable to escape - and it's been fantastic! I cannot thank you enough." I was rewarded by another of her killer-smiles, a gentle kiss and her reaching into her bedside drawer for the padlock keys. After a few minutes I was free and stretching a slight stiffness from my shoulders. I wrapped my arms about my wonderful lover and hugged her to me. Claire unlaced my corset and I undressed to join her in the shower. With plenty of touching and teasing and whispering we finally dried off, slipped into our night-gowns and snuggled together beneath the duvet. Sleep came quickly. The following morning over breakfast Claire said "When you get home this afternoon I want you to have a long bubble-bath. Make sure you have no body hair and then moisturise your whole body. By that time I should be home too and I'll help you dress - I have an idea for an interesting evening." I tried to get her to tell me more but no amount of wheedling worked. Instead she kissed me sweetly on the lips and left the house. Even though Fridays were short work-days for me and I would be home mid- afternoon, the minutes dragged by. Wondering what Claire had planned inevitably made me think of last night's activity and I spent the whole day feeling horny. Finally it was time to leave and I drove home in a rising level of excitement. How releasing it had become to get out of my suit and shirt and slip into my pink satin robe to put my things away! Then it was into the bathroom to coat my legs, arms and body with the depilatory lotion Claire had got for me. It was a gentle one and fortunately my skin had no bad reaction to using it twice a week. While that worked I cleaned my teeth, shaved my face then did it again to make certain my face was smooth. I only have a light beard-growth so it hadn't been a problem. My skin was just starting to tingle so I stepped into the shower to scrub off all the lotion. I happily ran the prescribed bubble bath and luxuriated in its silky touch on my submerged skin and its delicate fragrance. Whilst so rejuvenating, it also nearly made me doze in its aqueous caress. Towelling dry left my skin feeling so alive and rubbing in the strongly- scented moisturiser made me feel especially pampered and feminine. I slipped the robe back on, added my freshly laundered panty-girdle, slid my feet into my pink 3-inch heeled house shoes and went to the kitchen to make coffee for when Claire arrived home. Just as I started skimming through the latest Cosmo I heard Claire drive into the garage so I went to meet her. She dropped her briefcase when she saw me and our arms were wrapped around each other in a sensuous, hungry kiss. We chatted about our days and the usual stuff over coffee, sitting in the kitchen and holding hands. I reflected again how much more we touched each other since just two weeks ago. I offered to run a bath for Claire and she accepted with a smile. When it was ready, filled with the same bubbles I had used, I turned to call her but found her leaning in the doorway watching me. "You have become so feminine, dear Diane, I love having you around and doing all these little things for me. Before you help me undress let's get you into your corset. I love the way that puts you into a much more submissive frame of mind!" That was news to me but I made no comment for I craved the intimate embrace and the fabulous shape it gave me. I took the shiny satin creation with its strong boning and wrapped it around my body so I could do up the busk front. Claire stepped behind me and began the lacing as Sue had taught her and I soon felt its firmness around my lower chest and hips, then the squeeze on my waist as it was firmly pulled in. A pink lacy bra and my forms were soon added and, after a soft kiss, I began undressing Claire. Pulling the nylon panties off her hips and down her legs, I knelt down and leaned forward to lightly kiss her shaved and smooth pussy. Once Claire had removed my body hair the first time, almost a fortnight ago, she had decided to shave her pubis - or rather she had me shave her. It was a task I loved and did it almost daily for her. As I leaned back from the kiss Claire giggled and gave me her hand to help me back to my feet. "I love that touch, Diane. It was almost as if you were worshiping my pussy!" "No, my darling wife," I replied. "I wasn't worshiping your pussy - I was worshiping you!" My words brought a blush to her cheeks and a smile to her eyes. Gently biting her lower lip she turned to go into the bathroom and I watched her beautiful body sink beneath the waiting bubbles. I cleared away her clothes, went to the kitchen to wash our cups then returned to the bathroom, collecting her lavender silk robe on the way. When she saw me she stood up in the bath so I collected her razor and gel then sank to my knees on the bath-mat before her. I spread the gel over her mound and she raised one foot to the edge of the bath to give me better access. Then came the wondrous honour of carefully and gently removing every trace of hair. Finished, she sank into the bath again then stepped out for me to begin towelling her dry. Next came the same moisturiser I had used and I rubbed it into every inch of her skin in firm sensuous strokes of my hands. Her breathing first told me I was arousing her and as I knelt down to do her thighs and legs I saw the confirming glisten of wetness in her swelling pussy lips. I couldn't help myself from leaning forward again and curling my tongue into the bottom of her pussy and bringing it up between her lips and over her clit, collecting her dew on the way. Her gasp above me gave me all the permission I needed to repeat it harder and faster and I was rewarded with instant wetness against my lips, Claire widening her stance and her soft hands gently holding the sides of my face. I licked and sucked exactly how I know she needs. It didn't take long before her fingers held me tighter and she thrust her hips forward as her climax hit. Claire took a step back, her flushed face smiling down at me. "Wow! That was beautiful, Diane!" I smiled back and answered "That time I was worshiping your pussy as well as you, dear Claire." She wrapped her arms around my head and pressed my cheek against her firm flat stomach and held me there. "I have always loved you, Honey, almost from the first time we met. I just accepted your loving nature as being a very important part of you. This last week or so I have seen it in a different light and I love it even more. It is the feminine side of you that is now becoming so much stronger and it is so beautiful. You never did quite so much for me in your previous life and I think I now love Diane more than I did Dave. I just can't get enough of Diane or her love for me. "I think you better go rinse your face and I'll help you do your make- up, darling girl," she said releasing my head. We smiled as she helped me to my feet once more. Back at our dressing table, Claire had put on her own bra, panties and full slip in white satin. She opened my drawer and took out the nail-set we'd bought last weekend. Soon the adhesive was attaching them firmly to my own nails. Two coats of deep pink varnish made them look so elegant and a top coat of clear lacquer had them gleaming. As I held them out to dry fully, Claire smoothed foundation into my face and neck. Whilst I was learning how to do my own make-up I was far from proficient as yet and loved Claire's help. With rising excitement I watched in the mirror as Claire matched Tammy's skills to make the sensuous Diane slowly appear. Strong eyeliner and heavy mascara on false lashes made sure my eyes stood out. With a final coat of lip gloss she said "There you go, you sexy slut! Go and put your wig on." I crossed to my closet and took the honey wig from its form and settled it carefully into place then combed a few stray strands into place. I loved the head staring back at me and felt the inner-peace that accompanied the external change. Despite all the paint on my face and the artificial hair............. I was looking at the real me! I caught the pack of tan stockings that Claire tossed to me and sat on the edge of the bed to draw the shiny nylon up my legs. As I had become more familiar with being corseted I seemed to be able to bend more comfortably to reach my feet but the restrictively stiff boning still prevented me doing up the back suspender tabs. Fortunately help was at hand, as always. From her own drawer, Claire took a beautiful pink satin waist-slip and passed it to me. I put it on and caressed its slippery surface whilst watching her move to her closet and riffle through her dress rack. She made her choice and returned to me with a white cotton dress with a bright pink and yellow abstract print. Unzipping the back she held it for me to step into and I was surprised when she zipped it up that it fitted adequately across the shoulders. The neck-line wasn't very revealing, the sleeves finished just below my elbows and the hem of the full skirt stopped a couple of inches above my knees. I looked in the mirror and saw a smart but casually dressed young woman with a glowing smile on her slightly over-made-up face! The dress looked lovely. I sat carefully on the edge of the bed so I didn't crease the dress and laced on my white patent boots, as Claire suggested, while she dressed in a soft, light blue blouse and a navy skirt to which she added casual wedges with a two inch heel. Although she looked very smart she still managed a casual air. She sat and did her make-up and hair while I tidied up in the bathroom and hung up our robes. She was finished in the same time and she was searching through her jewellery boxes. A couple of bright bangles were added to our wrists and a lady's silver watch was also added to mine. Again I looked in the full-length mirror, loving the image of casual sexiness and feeling complete. "When you've finished admiring yourself, slut, why don't you go downstairs and open a bottle of white wine. I think a sun-downer to celebrate the start of the weekend is called for. I'll be down in a few minutes, there's a phone call I want to make." As I left the room I began to sink fully into 'Diane-mode.' My shoulder drew back to make me straighter and show my bust at its best, my steps in the stilettos became shorter with my feet being placed on an imaginary straight line, my hips began to sway and my hands and arms were held as Claire had taught me. Soon I had selected the wine for the occasion - a Chardonnay which I knew Claire loved. It was nicely chilled and I de-corked it and put it on the kitchen table with two glasses. Then came some nuts, raisins and other nibbles. When Claire joined me I poured the wine and we sat at adjacent sides of the table, holding hands and sharing the events of the day, we had sipped our wine and I got a thrill from the deep pink lipstick print I'd made on my glass. Suddenly we were interrupted by a knock at the back door. It immediately opened and in strode Zoe. "Hi Claire! So what is it you want to show me?" she asked in her exuberant way, while I froze! "Oh sorry - I didn't realise you had company." Turning to me she smiled brightly and added "I'm Zoe, Claire and I are neighbours." Still frozen with shock I couldn't move or say anything in response and watched as Zoe's smile faded at my reaction - or lack of it. "Sorry Zoe," said Claire into the pregnant silence. "I'd like to introduce you to Diane but she seems a bit taken aback, for some reason." "Sorry if I surprised you, Diane," said Zoe. Her smile returned and she thrust out her hand towards me. "It's nice to meet you Diane and I love your dress." I tried to smile and managed to take Zoe's outstretched hand in my own shaking one. In for a penny, in for a pound! The old phrase centred in my mind as I watched the smile fade again from our neighbour's pretty face. "And it is lovely to meet you again, Zoe," I replied in the slightly higher, breathy voice I had been secretly practicing. Zoe frowned. "We've met before? I'm afraid I don't remember, "she said apologetically. "Yes we did, Zoe! Just two weeks ago you came in here and felt my bra strap!" Her eyes went wide. "Dave? It can't be! You look so beautiful! Stand up, I want to see you properly," she demanded and, recovering now, I did so and walked around the table then around the kitchen in my best feminine walk. She was obviously still stunned and shook her head in amazement and said "I just cannot believe it!" I took over by putting an arm around her shoulders then told her "I'm so sorry for my rudeness when you came in but Claire hadn't warned me you were coming. When I saw you in the doorway it was with the same fear as last time, which was pretty silly of me." Zoe shrugged out of my arm and smiled at me then, looking me up and down twice more said "But you are so pretty!" "So show your manners and get Zoe some wine, Diane," ordered Claire then turned to Zoe and said "Sit down, Pilgrim, You look like you've seen a ghost!" When I'd poured the wine and sat down again, Claire resumed. "Sorry to both of you for the surprise - shock even - but I did it for very good reasons: if I had warned Diane she would have been nervous and if I had warned you, she never would have believed that someone who knew her old self wouldn't recognise her in her new image. I hope you will understand and forgive me. "There was another reason I wanted you to come over, Zoe. What you inadvertently started two weeks ago has done wonders to our marriage and we both need to thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We've never been as close as we are now and it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't spotted this ninny with his secretive dressing. Both Diane and I want her to now stay dressed as she should be and with you and Brian and the two of us having the two houses at the bottom of our cul-de-sac, you'd have seen her sooner or later. I felt we should also be honest enough with you as we know our secrets are safe. "You told me Brian is away tonight so there is an additional reason I wanted to see you. I'm taking my girlfriend here to a restaurant tonight and we'd love you to come too so we can say thank you for making it possible. Will you please come with us? I've booked a table for 7.30?" Zoe looked at her watch, saw it was almost 6 and said with a conspirital smile "You bet your life I'm coming! And over dinner I want all the details, too." She sat back and took a large sip of wine, looked at me again and shook her head. "I'm going to need time to get dressed and do my make-up. There is no way I'm not going to try to look as sexy as Diane, here - or you Claire," she added with a smile. "Great!" said Claire. "We'll pick you up just after 7. And Yes, we'll give you most of the details but certainly not others!" and we all giggled as the ice had been well-broken. After taking another sip of wine Zoe asked me "Stand up again please, Diane, I'm still trying to come to terms with your gorgeous figure." I did as she asked and turned to give her the full effect. "Amazing! I wish Brian could look as good as that? She blushed a bright crimson as so many blondes do. ?Oh! I?m sorry! I never should have said that, it wasn?t fair to you or Brian.? I took her hand and said ?There have been a lot of shocks in the last few minutes so don?t apologise, please Zoe. You know your secrets are perfectly safe with us.? Claire took her other hand and added ?You told me Dave?s feminine side had empathy and you were right and I love it.? She smiled her reassurance to Zoe who?s blush was retreating now. Zoe finished her wine and stood up. ?If I?m going to keep up with you two I?ve got to go this minute and put on some pretty!? What a joke, for she was a natural blonde beauty with a wonderful personality but her words gave me even more confidence in my new looks. Once she had left Claire said ?I really meant my apology for the shock, Honey but I felt it was the only way.? Seeing her nervousness I gathered her in my arms and held her tightly. ?It was done with the best intentions and, once I thought about it, I couldn?t see how it could have been bettered. At least I don?t have to keep away from the windows or make sure the curtains are closed before I turn on the lights at night anymore! And anyway, thank you for the surprise dinner tonight and I?m really looking forward to Zoe?s company.? Claire hugged me back. When we picked up Zoe she looked stunning in a red dress which clung to her slim body. Matching heels complemented the tight-fitting dress. She had piled her long blonde hair on top of her head in a way that high- lighted her slender neck, bright blue eyes and alabaster skin. We chatted on the way to the restaurant but it was not about the bomb-shell Claire had dropped. I felt that subject was ready to explode later. We were seated immediately and the restaurant wasn?t too busy that early in the evening so we were able to talk without having to compete with crowded tables. Quiet background classical music provided a pleasant atmosphere. Claire had chosen well. We ordered wine and pored over the excellent menu and each seemed delighted with our choices. With our orders taken and the wine poured Zoe leaned forward and demanded ?Right! Give me the details ? and don?t leave out the juicy bits!? We both laughed at her intensity and Claire took up the story. She told how Zoe?s information had allowed us to learn about each other. She recounted my background, our first shopping trip and then our meeting Sue. She had to stop when our starters arrived then continued with shoe shopping as we waited for the main courses. All of us declined deserts, settling instead for coffee and brandy and by then we were as thick as thieves together. As the restaurant had gradually filled we had leaned in towards the centre of the table so we didn?t have to raise our voices. It seemed incredibly intimate and, not having spent much time with Zoe before, I found her a truly charming companion. She was bubbly yet sincere and she treated me without fear or favour and I realised I was just ?one of the girls!? She asked me how I endured the corset and heels, wanted to know what make-up I was using and so many questions. I realised this was ?girl-talk? and I loved it. I was also aware of the many glances out table received and commented on it. ?Get used to it, Diane,? responded Zoe. ? It is the one bane of good looks so rather learn to enjoy it as a compliment!? I took the opening at one point to say ?One problem with Claire?s surprise earlier was that you, Zoe, have a problem telling Brian what you did tonight with whom and why. I don?t want to put any pressure on you, especially after you, in a way, started our wonderful new life. So, if I am going to be Diane whenever I can, I think you have to tell Brian about Claire and me. I don?t know him very well but if he is wise enough to marry such a special person as you, then I think it is best if he knows. I?ll leave how and when you tell him up to you but I?d like him to keep it discreet, obviously.? She didn?t reply. Claire went on to tell her we both wanted me to be a full-time girl, which came as a shock to me, for I had thought that just to be a fantasy. However, Claire was obviously serious. At that point we couldn?t eat or drink anything further so we paid the bill and reluctantly made our way back to the car. On the short drive home Zoe said ?Girls, thank you for tonight, I have had so much fun sharing your joys. And to think I was just planning a TV dinner and an early night.? It was probably the wine which made me comment ?But with me there, it was a TV dinner!? That brought raucous laughter all round which ended when Zoe commented ?TV?s are guys! You girl, are way too feminine to be a guy!? Before I could thank her for the compliment we pulled into our cul-de-sac and she added ?You girls are coming in for a night-cap!? Those two settled for some creamy liqueur and I asked for a brandy. When it came Zoe had been very generous! I sipped it and looked over Brian?s huge array of running medals then we all settled in their snug conversation pit. Zoe had been pensive whilst pouring our drinks. Now she seemed to make a decision and suddenly asked ?Please may I ask a personal question, Diane? To go from a very shy closet cross-dresser to someone who wants to live as a girl in less than two weeks seems an incredible step. How can you be so sure - and is it really what you want?? I knew by now that Zoe was a friend so decided to be totally honest. ?It was only last night that Claire broached the subject, yet when she did I knew that I was only truly alive and living when I was Diane. Life as Dave was good and acceptable but only until Diane was born. I cannot think of any evening before tonight which has just been so much casual fun and it happened so naturally. You accepted me as me, we shared our thoughts and feelings yet there I was cross-dressed but it didn?t matter! I feel free and content and so incredibly happy as one of the girls.? Definitely it was the liquor loosening my tongue, for I went on to say ?We have also realised and accepted that Claire is more dominant than me.? I saw my wife jerk at this confession but decided to finish what I had started. ?That makes me submissive to her and I have never been happier than I am right now, nor have I known Claire to be so excited and fulfilled. It just works for us.? A surprised Zoe then turned to my wife and blurted out ?Then I need your help, Claire! Brian is too stubborn to let me take the upper hand on those times when he needs it. He has a very feminine side but he?s way too macho to just let go???????..and I see him hurting inside and feel his pain! I love him so much but I just cannot break through that stupid male shell!? Her voice broke in the last sentence and Claire was out of her chair and hugging Zoe before she had finished. Claire looked quizzically at me and I nodded my agreement. ?Zoe, when I learnt of Dave?s needs I knew enough that that is what they were: needs. I knew he didn?t just say to himself one day ?Oh, I think I?ll yearn to dress in girl?s clothes!? I?ve been studying this and learnt that the more intelligent a man the more likely he is to be saddled with one or more fetishes and - to us women who don?t seem to suffer in the same way ? they may seem stupid or ugly or whatever. The problem is men are too programmed to just accept their problems and never share it with those they love; they think they will be laughed into oblivion! ?Take this ninny I married for example. He is one of the most intelligent men I?ve ever known and one of the top consultants in the country ? yet he tried to hide his inner NEEDS from me, his wife! Even when it was out in the open between us, he had suppressed his fantasies so much that he didn?t even know what he wanted. I have had to work very hard to even begin to unravel his needs. It wasn?t until I?d cornered him into wearing a corset that he knew he needed it. And now it?s almost impossible to get it off him. The same with high heels: I had to force him into the shop but you?ve seen him tonight strutting his stuff and loving every sexy step of the way. ?We?ve been lucky because, although I didn?t know it, I have a suppressed dominant streak. I?m actually having so much fun working out what Diane needs and forcing her to accept it. It is such a turn-on for both of us that I hope our screams of passion haven?t embarrassed you!? Zoe?s half ?smile and dropped eyes spoke volumes. I determined to close our windows in future. ?I don?t know Brian very well, either,? continued Claire, ?but if you want my initial thoughts, Zoe, get yourself into a really dominant frame of mind and force him to explore and recognise what he needs.? I hung on every word Claire uttered, surprised and amazed at her incredible insights. I had always known she was a bright cookie but this intense nurturing ability blew me away. However, it also explained so much of how she had played me like a well-worn violin and been able to almost predict my thoughts and actions. That gave me the confidence to confess to Zoe ?Claire is absolutely right. I honestly have not recognised my needs for so much that we have done in the past couple of weeks ? yet in hindsight I can see how predictable ? even inevitable - they were. If my wonderful wife hadn?t been so astute and aggressive I think they might have stayed forever hidden ? or maybe denied - in the back of my mind. For example, Claire asked me what I thought about leather and latex and I didn?t know what to say. I have been thinking lots about it since and realise it excites me beyond expectations, yet I didn?t know before she asked! ?We men are thinking animals, Zoe. You incredible wives are feeling, emotional beings who in so many ways are much wiser than us. I share Claire?s recommendation: take the reins and do what feels right to be done! But don?t give Brian many choices; just make it this or that and force a decision. And once one choice is made the next becomes so much easier, not only for you but for him as well. I speak from experience and I am learning fast!? Claire smiled her satisfaction at my words then dropped her voice to scarcely above a whisper and added ?Don?t accept just Brian?s words, dear Zoe. Make sure you know what his penis tells you too. It doesn?t lie!? ?Gosh!? said Zoe, rising from the chair and gathering our glasses for refills. ?What an incredible night this has turned out to be. I didn?t intend to get so intimately involved but you two are so obviously in love ? and even more now ? I just felt cheated that Brian and I couldn?t be like you. I shouldn?t have been so nosy, but I?m so glad now that I was. ?You?ve both given me so much to think about but, frankly, I need to do something or Brian is going to do something stupid. Thank you but isn?t it amazing how we have helped each other? I was going to pour more drinks but, if you don?t mind, I?m going to go to bed and try to sort the myriad things that are buzzing through my mind?? I think Claire shared my relief at no more booze! We homed in on Zoe and hugged her at the same time. We shared kisses at the door and drove the few yards to our garage. We were both deep in our own thoughts that were triggered by the evening?s conversations, yet didn?t feel uncomfortable with the silence while we got ready for bed. Finally we snuggled together under the duvet and told each other again of our love. I was almost asleep a while later when her final words were ?So you get excited by rubber and leather, do you Honey? Lots of fun times ahead!? Sleep then took a while to arrive.