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Chapter Thirty-three The next morning when I awoke, I wondered if things were going to seem strange, each of us knowing what we were intending to do. Grace, for her part, seemed fine. In fact, I'd say that there was an extra bounce in her step. She woke up before me and made coffee, serving me a cup as I was getting out of bed. "Good morning!" she greeted me cheerfully as she gave me a sweet kiss on my mouth. "Did you sleep well?" In fact, I had. I felt rested. "Yes," I answered. "Good! Me too! Why don't you get your shower? I'll pick you out something to wear today." I knew what she meant. Lingerie. Grace enjoyed selecting the clothes I wore that the world did not see, although who knew who suspected it of me now, after the wedding and all. I showered and shaved closely. All over. Upon entering the room, I saw that Grace had chosen a very sexy lingerie set for me to wear. Lying on the bed was a pink open-bottom girdle, edged in red lace banding, a matching pair of French cut panties, and a pink camisole. Black silk stockings. Grace was in her closet, dressing for work. I began putting on the underwear she'd chosen for me when she entered the room wearing only her lingerie. Grace was wearing similar undergarments, so we each stood there in our sexy undies, looking at each other. Even after all of this time dressing this way for Grace, I still felt a bit embarrassed when she saw me only partially feminized, a man, but dressed in women's underwear. As if sensing my discomfort, she approached me and placed her hands upon my nearly bare shoulders. She looked lovingly into my eyes, and as she did, her fingers wandered, caressing me possessively, slowly outlining my girdle and camisole. "Danni," she spoke evenly, but quietly. "I meant what I said. I love you unconditionally. And I will love you forever. What you said you'd do for me means more than I could ever express. But if you find that you cannot follow through, I want you to know that I will try to understand. But I have to tell you the truth. Now that you've brought it up, I am so very excited. I am looking forward to Saturday night. I hope you won't mind me if I seem too eager. It's just, well, I don't know how to say it. I thought that I might never, ah...oh shoot! I just want to say thank you. That's all. Thank you baby." She leaned in and kissed me on my lips. Softly at first. Then, her tongue separated them and she kissed me sensuously, delivering a deep and passionate kiss. I simply submitted and returned her love. No words were necessary from me. If I had doubts about the upcoming Saturday, Grace had just given me permission to change my mind. And yet, she'd also let me know how much it meant to her that I was agreeing to do this thing. Silently, we finished getting dressed, and left for our respective jobs. I was still settling in after being gone for so long, so my days were full and busy. For the most part, I didn't think about the end of the week and what awaited me, but every now and then, a fleeting synapse would flicker through my consciousness, and I'd have a vision of how things would go. Sometimes, the vision would be Grace, lying on her back, in our bed, her legs spread open with a man between her, driving into her, my bride's facial expression revealing her utter joy. Other times, though, the vision would be of me, upon my knees before Grace's chosen man, his cock bobbing in front of my lipstick painted mouth, waiting to see if I was going to carry through, Grace watching me expectantly from the side. That night, in bed, Grace directed me down to her pussy. I pleasured her with my mouth, bringing her to multiple orgasms. We fell asleep in each other's arms. The remainder of the week fell into a similar rhythm. Each morning Grace awoke in a jubilant mood, taking extra time, it seemed, in selecting my daily lingerie. And each night, in bed, I would pleasure her orally. I understood better than to hope for release from my chastity device. Somehow, I knew that would not occur until after Saturday night. I was happy to see Grace in such a good mood, and tried not to dwell too much on the fact that it was largely because she was anticipating sex with a man who had a large cock. Or so I assumed, since she had someone specific in mind. I doubted she would waste such an opportunity on someone else with a small cock. On Friday evening, Grace invited me to meet her for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant in Georgetown, just up the street from our apartment. When I arrived she had already ordered a bottle of wine. She greeted me enthusiastically with a hug and a long, public kiss. Grace was in a fantastic mood. Was it all due to the anticipation of the next night? Or, had my offer truly meant something special to Grace? She insisted that Saturday night, whatever it ended up involving, was to be about us. Had I so touched her with my willingness to sacrifice for her? I wanted to think that was it. And so I tried to let that be my take on her demeanor. We had a marvelous meal. And a splendid evening. We discussed our return to work, the conversations we'd had with friends and colleagues since our return, and discussed local and national affairs. Just like you might expect a married couple to do. After dinner we walked together down Wisconsin Avenue, holding hands, enjoying the evening. Grace cuddled closely to me as we strolled, telegraphing to everyone who saw us that she was mine. I felt so wonderful! It was all that I could hope for from my wife. We were in love. And as we meandered along, I resolved in my mind that no matter how difficult it might be for me to do, I was going to carry through with my offer and try my utmost to make the next night all that Grace could hope for. We returned home and dressed for bed, each wearing sexy babydolls. Cuddling, it wasn't long before I was between Grace's thighs, sucking and licking her full and hairy mound. Several orgasms later, we were asleep in each other's arms. When I awoke the next morning, Grace was already up and dressed. She handed me a cup of coffee, greeting me with a kiss. "Are you going out?" I asked. "Yes," she answered. "I have a few errands to run." "Will you be long? Would you like me to tag along?" I asked hopefully. "Er, ah, actually, I was thinking maybe Sissy could clean up? You know, do laundry, ah, change the sheets for tonight?" So that was how she wanted it. Okay. I could do that. "Sure," I agreed. "That's fine." She bent over and kissed me again, this time long and slow, with a lot of tongue. Grace was feeling erotically charged and I was the benefactor, at least for the time being. She said goodbye after kissing me and left me in bed with my coffee. I tried to relax, enjoying my morning, but I found that I was anxious as well. I had things to do now. Without regard to what the ultimate outcome of our evening would be, we were having a guest to dinner, and I was responsible for the meal. Plus, the apartment did need cleaning. So I decided to get busy. I showered and got dressed in one of my maid uniforms, of course. After stripping our bed, I loaded the sheets in the washer and then gathered our lingerie to be hand-washed. I let our intimates soak while I vacuumed everywhere. I'd noticed that Grace had a set of red satin sheets in her linen closet. Hoping she would approve, I fitted them onto our bed. I then turned my attention to our panties and other finery. Taking care with each item, I washed, rinsed and then hung everything to dry. While the lingerie was drying, I decided on dinner. I wanted it to be easy, as I assumed, (though I don't know why - I had no earthly idea how a conversation with a man invited over to fuck my wife would go) that we would want to discuss things over dinner. As it turned out, this was an uninformed assumption. I removed a chicken from the freezer and placed it in the microwave to defrost, peeled some small red potatoes, cleaned some carrots, and skinned some onions. I loaded everything into a slow cooker, set it for the rest of the afternoon, and then went to fold our undies. Grace had reorganized her dresser and where she kept everything to accommodate me moving in. She had two dressers, each with parallel drawers. We shared dressers, with Grace's things located in whatever corresponding drawer of hers next to mine. So, her panties were in one drawer, on the left, and the one to the right of hers is where mine were kept. So, I folded everything, hers and mine, and neatly placed each item in the appropriate drawer. Just as I was finishing up, Grace returned. She was all happy and flirty and passing out compliments to me for my housecleaning. I was glad that she seemed to be in such a good mood. In her arms were a few packages, so I was able to surmise that she'd been shopping. "What did you buy?" I asked. She smiled and said, "Just a few things. For tonight," she added, as if I would understand. Apparently, this was a bigger event for her than I'd fully realized, and she was treating it as such. She dropped everything and gave me a warm hug accompanied by a nice long kiss. It was the kind of kiss where, if I were not locked in chastity, one thing likely would have led to another. Instead, it was followed by her request that I come into our bedroom with her. Grace told me that our mystery guest was due to arrive around eight o'clock, which gave us just over three hours to get ready for him. I had no idea then what "getting ready" for him would entail. But Grace, in her own way, showed me. To begin, she wanted to take a bath. And by "take a bath," she meant that she wanted me to bathe her. Included in the process was washing her hair. Apparently Grace wanted to be as perfect as she could be for the event. She had me shave her legs and underarms. When I completed that task, she asked, "Would you mind doing one more little area for me Danni?" I looked at her confused. "Huh?" I asked. "Well, I was thinking, um, well, this guy who's coming over? Once he told me he, ah, he, shoot Danni! He likes it trimmed down there!" she blurted out. Down there?! Her pussy? She wanted me to shave her pussy for her? She was watching my reaction. "Do you mean, your, ah, vagina? You want me to shave your, ah, you know?" I asked her, my tone incredulous. She nodded, almost shyly, as if even she was embarrassed to be asking. "I know," she went on. "It seems silly. But I just thought it might be a nice gesture for him. You know? To help him feel at ease. He once told me he liked them, ah, not quite so bushy as mine is. I'd like to surprise him," she added. Fuck! This was going to be more difficult for me than I'd thought. My wife was really going all ought for this man, like it was a date or something. Which was bad enough, except that she wanted me to help her. But I'd gone this far. Was now the time to put the brakes on? "So, what were you thinking of?" I sought some guidance. Grace smiled her smile. The one where she knows she's going to get what she wants from me. "Have you ever heard of a 'landing strip?'" she asked. Sadly, I had. I once heard some of my colleagues discussing women they'd had, and one guy described his girlfriend's 'landing strip.' The other guys thought that it was hilarious that she shaved it all except that one little bit. "Uh, yes," I admitted embarrassedly. "Really?!" Grace exclaimed, surprised to hear it. "So, then, you don't mind?" "I suppose, if you want it. But, are you sure you want me to do it? I mean, what if I, ah, I don't want to hurt you." "No. I really want you to do it, if you don't mind. You'll be careful. And I'll tell you how you're doing. Okay?" she asked hopefully. Fuck! I really didn't want to do this. I just felt so strange about it. But I didn't see how I could get around it. Grace was all gung ho. "Okay," I agreed. "Where?" "How about I sit on the edge of the tub? You could get to me there. Don't you think?" "I guess so." "Great! Oh boy! This is going to be so hot! Watching you pretty up my coochie!" Fuck! She couldn't leave it be. She had to make it worse by getting all giddy about it. Grace scooted herself up to the edge of her tub, opening her thighs to provide full access for me to perform the, ah, trim. Her full bush was glistening wet from the water in the tub. She wrapped a towel around her chest to keep warm while I worked. As I picked up her shave cream, my hands were visibly shaking. I released a palm full of the thick white cream into my free hand, and then carefully coated her pubic hair. I could feel Grace's watchful eyes upon me as I began. "Careful now," she cautioned. "I'm hoping to be sore tonight, but not from a razor cut," she joked, although I failed to see the humor. Nonetheless, I was careful. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally cut my wife. She told me where to leave a strip in place, just pointing toward the top of her slit. She even explained why it was called a 'landing strip,' given where it led to. Slowly, yet surely, I removed in layers, her full, dark pubic mound, leaving only a thin strip almost as an ornamental accent. Grace sighed and moaned as I worked, and I could sense her excitement at having the trim done to her. I washed off the excess shaving cream and said, " Well, that's it. What do you think?" She smiled lasciviously and said, "I think I like it. But that isn't what matters tonight," she let the statement trail off, leaving her meaning abundantly plain. "Nice job Danni," she complimented me. "Now, let's do my nails and then my hair." Grace slipped into the tub to rinse once more. I handed her a fresh towel to dry off with and we went to her vanity. She had me remove the polish she was wearing, file her nails, and then paint them a deep red. I also painted her toenails. While her nails dried, I went to work on her hair, blow-drying it in waves until it was full and sexy looking. I stepped back as Grace admired herself in the mirror. I could see that she was wondering how she would be viewed this evening, although not how I would see her. "Would you mind doing my makeup for me baby? I'd like to look sexy tonight. You know?" "Uh, okay," I replied. I surveyed her cosmetics, and then went to work. Eyeliner and shadow, in dark shades, always brought out the sexy in Grace, so I went in that direction. I applied a deep, red rose blush onto her cheeks, and heavy, thickening eyelash mascara to her lashes. For lipstick, I chose a wet looking red that matched her nails. When I finished Grace whistled and said, "Wow! Danni! You have gotten so good at doing makeup sweetie. I should have you do mine all of the time!" Great! I was good at makeup. Wonderful! Just what I wanted to excel at as a husband. Grace pointed to the bags she set on our bed. "Would you mind emptying the bags Danni? I bought us a few things to wear tonight?" I quickly looked at her, thinking I understood her meaning, but not 100% certain. "Us?" I asked, seeking clarification. "Uh huh," she nodded. "We want to look our best. Don't we?" That was the word - "we." She meant for us to both be dressed up tonight. Seeing my near panic, Grace cut in, "Surely you didn't expect to participate with this experience dressed as a man? Did you Danni? Wouldn't that seem rather, uh, gay? What man would feel comfortable with that? No. We each have to be pretty, even if I'm the only one he's going to fu, ah, er, well, you know." Had I deceived myself? Did I not know, on a certain level, that this was what had to be? I wasn't gay. That much I was sure about. I had no desire to be with a man. And, I surely did not want to be seen as such. So, in a way, it made sense that, dressed as a woman, I would not be seen in that light by Grace's guest. "Uh, okay," I answered hesitantly, feeling we'd gone too far at this point. Grace would be seriously disappointed in me if I backed out now. "I suppose I can do that." Grace simply smiled at my response. I went to the bed to remove what she'd bought at her lingerie store. There were two sets of undergarments in the bag, each equally sexy, one in black, trimmed with red, and the other pink, with frilly lace. Grace did not need to explain which set was purchased for me. "Why don't you remove the tags sweetie? And then you can change out of your work clothes and take a shower. You should shave fresh also. Don't you think?" I retrieved a pair of scissors from the vanity and began clipping off the price tags from the lingerie. The first pair of panties I picked up, Grace's, cost nearly $50.00! Her bra was over $100.00! Then, I saw that my panties cost $60.00 and my bra was $200.00! I could not believe how expensive the lingerie she'd purchased was. "Grace!" I exclaimed. "You've spent a small fortune here!" "Well," she replied nonchalantly, "I thought the idea was to look desirable Danni. I mean, men like women dressed in sexy underwear. It makes them want to take it off of us." I shook my head as I finished removing the tags from the other items from the bag. Grace told me then I should hurry and get my shower. We would finish dressing each other when I was done. I went to the closet and removed my French maid's dress and the lingerie I wore, hanging the dress in the closet and putting the lingerie into the hamper. I then went into the bathroom and stepped into the steamy shower. After I washed, I shaved my legs and underarms nice and smooth, as Grace had asked me to do. I rinsed and turned off the water, and was stepping out to dry when Grace walked into the bathroom wearing only a sheer robe. She held her hand up signaling me to stop where I was. "Hold it baby," she ordered me. "I want to do something." "What?" I asked. "Just stand there for a minute. I have an idea." I watched her pick up her razor from the edge of the tub and walk over to me with the razor and a can of shave cream in her hands. 'What was my wife up to now?' I wondered. She came to the shower and kneeled in front of me. Grasping my sheathed penis, she applied shave cream to my already shaved balls, and then to the remaining tuft of pubic hair above my penis. "Grace?!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?" I asked feeling a wave of panic wash over me. "Just trimming you up baby. Like me," she added, as if it was only natural for her to do so. "Like you?" "Yeah! I thought I'd give you a strip too. We'd be like twins," she giggled, clearly enjoying herself, although I definitely was not. "Grace! Please?" I whined. "Do you have too?" She paused and looked up at me. "I suppose I don't have to. No. But I want to. What's the big deal? It'll grow back if you don't like it." Fuck! She had an answer for everything. "Go ahead," I gave in, resignation settling in. So, as careful as I was with her, Grace shaved me smooth all over in that region, leaving only a narrow strip of pubic hair directly above, and pointing to, my chastity caged penis. The smoothness didn't really bother me. That felt kind of good. But I felt ridiculous. I rinsed again and then dried off. Grace was waiting for me in the bedroom, ready to give me a manicure and a pedicure. She painted my nails a bright shade of pink. She then sat me to the vanity and applied my makeup, selecting pink color combinations for everything. Before we put on our lingerie, Grace insisted that I lie on the bed so that she could glue my breast forms on for the evening. She explained that the dress she'd bought for me to wear was strapless. That's right! The dress she'd bought for me to wear. She'd bought each of us new everything for the night. Once my forms were secure and in place, I helped her put on her lingerie, and then she helped me with mine. Other than color, the only other difference was in the style of bra she'd purchased for each of us to wear. While mine was a full cup strapless bra, better able to contain my breast forms, hers was a strapless shelf bra that lifted her breasts and left her nipples exposed. Grace walked to her closet, shifting her sexy ass from side to side as she walked. She was so hot! Whoever she had invited over tonight was going to feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I just wish she hadn't gone to so much trouble. I was really feeling overwhelmed by the production. Grace returned with two dresses, and I knew immediately which one I would be wearing. For herself, she'd bought a red, nylon sheath dress that hugged her curves, and through which her uncovered nipples poked suggestively. I helped her wriggle into it, and zipped it up the back. She then nodded for me to help her step into her spike high heels, also red. Then she picked up the other dress from the bed and held it out for me to step into. It was another Jessica McClintock, but it was like a dance party dress. The skirt was made of layer upon layer of pink chiffon material that nearly looked as though it could pass as a petticoat for a French maid's dress. The top was shiny pink nylon that was like a body wrap in 2-inch bands. After I stepped into the dress, Grace pulled it up, helping me force my boobs into the dress bra cups, before zipping it firmly behind me. To complete the outfit she'd bought me a pair of pink paten leather heels, with at least 6-inch spikes. Grace walked me over to the mirror and asked me what I thought. What I thought was that I looked like a sissy, especially without a wig on. "Pretty. Huh?" she commented. "Uh, Grace?" I asked. "Yeah baby?" "Are you going to, I mean, am I going to, ah, wear a, you know, a wig?" "Oh! You want to?" she asked in feigned surprise. "I don't want to spend the evening like this," I said waving my hand at my reflection in the mirror. "Oh? No?" she teased me. "Okay then. Let me pick out a wig for you." When Grace returned from her closet, she was carrying a new wig. It was a medium length blonde wig with bangs. She fitted it onto my head and secured it with bobby pins. She then turned me to the mirror for another look. This time, I looked different. The addition of the wig made all of the difference in the world, and boosted my confidence that I could get through the evening. "Do you like it?" Grace asked. "Yes," I admitted. "I think it looks nice. Thank you." "You're welcome baby," she answered. "Hold still," she told me. "I want to try something." She went to the vanity and returned with a hairbrush. She brushed the hair until it was fluffy, and then gathered a bunch of the hair into her fist and secured it into a ponytail with a rubber band. She repeated the maneuver on the other side. So now, I was blonde, with bangs, and two perky looking ponytails. From somewhere, pink ribbon appeared in Grace's hand and she tied a large pink bow onto each ponytail. I was now completely outfitted in pink and, strangely, I thought that I looked rather sexy, and yet, cute. Grace was very pleased. She then clipped on pearl dangling earrings and hooked a strand of pearls around my neck. Grace then held up a necklace for me to fasten around her neck. Hers was the pearl necklace she wore at our wedding, and on which the key to my chastity cage was attached. I wondered if that were intentional on her part. "Danni," Grace said after we were completely dressed. "You look amazing baby!" "Uh, thank you," I said. "And you do too. Really beautiful." "My only worry is that our date will choose you over me, you are so delicious looking." "Grace! That is not going to happen! And you know it!" And why did she have to refer to him as "our date?" "I don't knowwww," she teased. "He might want you. We'll have to see." "Grace!" I said emphatically. "Stop it right now! Don't say that!" "Okay! Okay! Relax already! Come on," she said, changing the subject. "Let's go fix some drinks and wait for him on the balcony." I poured myself a glass of white wine, but made Grace a Cosmopolitan. We were sipping our drinks quietly together, each lost in our own thoughts about the rest of the evening. Grace turned to me and held her glass to mine. "Thank you Danielle," she began, referring to me with the formal feminine version of name. How many names did I answer to now? "Thank you for this gift of love you're giving. I hope you know how much I appreciate what you are doing for me. I love you to the end of time baby. To us!" she concluded and then we clinked glasses. Just then the elevator door rang, indicating that our guest had arrived. "I'll go greet him," Grace advised me. Thank God! "Wait here!" she said, her voice filled with anticipation. Grace walked quickly to welcome the man she'd invited to dinner, her ass swaying sexily in her tight red dress as her spiked heels click clacked along the hard wood floor. The man stepping off of the elevator was a tall man. As he turned toward the sound of Grace's approaching heels, I recognized him. He is the man I passed in the lobby that Sunday evening that Grace hurried me home. The one I wondered about whether he was going to visit Grace. I remembered that I'd actually been talking to Grace on the phone that night. While he was here in her apartment. Probably while he was fucking her. Grace gave him a warm - maybe too warm - and familiar hug, his hand naturally drifting to her ass, cupping her with his large palm. She then kissed him one time, but softly, and intimately. Was it for my benefit, I wondered? To establish immediately how the evening would be? She then took him by the hand and led him to the balcony where I waited, anxiety ripping through my body. Would he immediately make me as a man? "Honey," Grace spoke to me as they walked onto the balcony. "I'd like to introduce you to Tom Roberts. Tom," she said to him, "This is my husband, Danni." I don't know if Tom heard Grace refer to me as her husband, but I sure did. So, right off the bat, she was telling him what was up. Instinctively I held my hand out to shake his hand, but he did not accept it as he would a man's hand. No. He received my hand into his as a gentleman would take a woman's hand, and before I realized what was happening, he lifted it to his lips and kissed me softly on the back of my hand. "So pleased to meet you Danni," he said. "You are quite a lovely creature." Did he not hear Grace? He was treating me like I was a woman. "Nice to meet you too," I whispered softly, my voice tremorring. "Congratulations on your marriage," he said next. So! He did hear Grace! He knew I was her husband, and yet, he did not even blink an eye at me. "Danni dear?" Grace addressed me. "Why don't you offer Tom a drink?" Trying to keep my wits, but not doing so well as the understanding that "our date" knew I was Grace's husband and appeared unaffected by the knowledge, sank in, I stuttered, "Yes ma'am," accidentally falling into my sissy maid mode. "What can I get for you Tom?" I asked, my voice coming out a bit lilty and weak. "How about a scotch on the rocks?" he suggested. "And why don't you freshen ours while you're there baby?" "Sure thing," I replied. "I'll be right back." I felt very self-conscious as I walked toward the bar. I could feel Grace's and Tom's eyes tracking me as I walked carefully in the six- inch high heels, my puffy skirt swishing loudly due to the layers of lace. I poured Tom a shot of Maker's Mark into a cordial and added a few hunks of ice. I mixed another Cosmo for Grace and refilled my wine glass with some Chardonnay. I arranged everything onto a tray to carry to the balcony. As I walked out Grace was standing close to Tom, touching his cheek, just breaking from a kiss. He had one hand possessively on her rump. I tried to ignore what they were doing as I approached with their drinks. Grace accepted her Cosmo from me, saying "Thank you sweetie," and leaning away from Tom, though he maintained contact with her, she kissed me sweetly and tenderly on my mouth. I found myself submitting to her, allowing her tongue inside of my mouth as I slid mine into hers. I was, for the moment, oblivious to Tom's watchful eyes. When we parted, and Tom caught my eye, I dipped my face away, feeling embarrassed at what I'd just done in front of him. My penis was throbbing madly against the confines of my chastity cage. Grace was really working her magic on me. Probably on Tom as well. We sipped our drinks and made small talk. Tom, it turns out, worked in the office of one of the Congressmen that Rex routinely lobbied on behalf of his gas & oil clients. They didn't say so, but I surmised that Grace had known Tom for a while, but their relationship had always been primarily professional, and sometimes a matter of convenience. Other than some light touching by Grace, of each of us, there was no more physical interaction of a sexual nature. Grace seemed relaxed, and yet in a heightened state of anticipation. I wondered if Tom knew precisely what Grace had in mind when she'd invited him over. He had to be wondering what was up though, having been introduced to me as her husband while dressed in a very feminine manner. As we were nearing the bottom of our glasses, Grace suggested that it would be a good time to serve dinner. I took that as my cue to go to the kitchen to get things ready. Once again, feeling them watch me walking away, I felt heat envelop me due to embarrassment. By the time I returned to the dining room with plates of food for everyone, Grace and Tom were seated across from each other, leaving a seat for me between them, so to speak. Tom poured wine for everyone and raised his glass to propose a toast, "To two beautiful ladies! And to whatever you have in mind for the rest of the evening," he said smiling wishfully. "I'll drink to that!" Grace replied as she took a gulp of her wine. I was speechless. Had Grace not told him why she invited him over? Tom sliced into his chicken and took a bite. "Mmmmm! This is delicious! Grace?" Declining any credit, she responded, "Oh no! Danni is the cook!" Tom spoke to me, "Danni! This is scrumptious. You can have me over for dinner any time," he added. I could only hope not was all I could think. "Thank you," I said instead. We chatted during dinner about politics and the state of our national economy. We all were in agreement that the bloated federal budget and irresponsible spending had to end soon, or we'd end up like Greece. Tom also talked sports for a few minutes. When we'd finished eating, Grace cut me a look, indicating I should clear the dishes. As I did that, she invited Tom to join her in the living room. I scraped the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher, then went to the living room. Grace was sitting beside Tom on the couch, her hand slowly stroking the outside of his trousers. I felt awkward, and out of place, almost as though I was invading their privacy, which felt even weirder because we were in my home. I sat down on a chair just to the side of them, careful not to show my panties as I did so. Such a task was made more difficult by my short and flirty skirt. It seemed I was not the only one feeling awkward, as Tom did not seem to know how to interpret what was going on. My wife was sitting beside him, touching him teasingly, while I, her husband, sat beside them acting as though I had no objection to my wife's behavior. Which was not precisely accurate. However, under the circumstances, I did not know how to express my true feelings. All I knew was that my tummy was aflutter from the uncertainty and anticipation I felt. We sat silently for several minutes, sipping our wine. Then, as if the silence was killing him, Tom cleared his throat and said, "Well, ah, ladies, this has been very nice. I appreciate the dinner invite. You are an excellent cook Danni," he said to me. "Grace is a lucky girl." Grace added, "I sure am." Then, to me she said, " Do you have something you want to say Danni?" I was confused. "Uh, thank you," I said to Tom for his compliment. "No silly," she cooed. "Don't you have something you want to say? About tonight?" she seemed to be hinting at something. I must have seemed daft to her, for I was struck dumb. "About why you wanted me to invite Tom over?" she gave me a hint. I felt a veritable avalanche of panic rumble through my psyche. Grace expected me to take the lead. She wanted me to explain to Tom why he was here. She hadn't told him. He only knew he was invited to dinner. And the expression on his face told me that he was completely befuddled about the true purpose behind the invite. He was, in light of Grace's remarks, looking expectantly in my direction, as if I were going to clear everything up. In my speechless state, Grace nudged me along. "Danni love," she spoke sweetly. "Go on. Tell Tom your idea. He won't mind. I promise," she added with emphasis. She was probably right about that. I'd seen already how he responded to her touching throughout the evening. So this was where we were. Grace was going to make me ask Tom to have sex with her. "Well," I began, not knowing what words to choose. "We were talking the other night. Gr, Grace and me. And we,..." Grace interrupted me, "We?" "Uh, well, I thought, or, ah..." Fuck! This was tough! How could I put this? I regretted ever bringing this up to Grace. What was I thinking? But for now, Grace and Tom were waiting expectantly for me to say what I had to say. "I was wondering if, ah, would you like to have sex with Grace?" I asked, finally choking the words out into the room. Tom had a perplexed and bemused grin as he listened to me stutter and stammer my way through my explanation for his dinner invitation. He glanced at Grace, who smiled warmly at him. Then, turning to me, he said, "You want me to fuck your wife?" Grace giggled at his bluntness. I looked down in shame. I couldn't believe what I'd done. I had, in fact, just asked Tom to do what he'd not so eloquently rephrased. I nodded my head and squeaked, "Yes." "Wow!" he blurted out. "Wow!" he repeated. To Grace he said, "Is this for real Grace?" She continued to smile. "Yes. It was Danni's idea." "Fuck! Well, okay then. Sure! What's the catch? Do you want to watch or something?" he asked me, hinting that he figured I must have some strange voyeur kink. I was a mess inside at this point. I didn't know how to respond, especially not being entirely certain how Grace wanted to do this. Grace stepped in to my rescue. I think. "Actually," she explained. "There is more to it than that. I told Danni I would do it, but only if he participated." Tom considered her words. "You want him to fuck you too?" he asked, as if the idea that me fucking Grace, dressed as I was, was almost laughable. Grace laughed. "No. Not at all. Danni wants, ah, we want, Danni to help, you know, ah, get you ready? Right Danni?" she asked me for confirmation. Throughout this exchange, my penis was throbbing uncontrollably and within its confinement. Why?! "Danni?" Grace's plaintive voice interrupted my distanced thoughts. "Uh, yes, that's right," I spoke the words that could not be retracted. Tom kept repeating the word, "wow," over and over. It was settling upon him that he was being invited to be the prop in what could only have seemed to him like some kinky married couple's game. And being a man, he would not be able to say no. "So, how do we do this?" he asked, seeking guidance from one of us, his acceptance of Grace's proposal tacit. Grace looked at me and then glanced toward the bedroom. I stood up, unsteady on my feet, and reached out to Tom, beckoning for his hand. He offered his hand to me and let me guide him up from the couch. He then reached down to Grace and took her hand into his free one. Together, we walked toward our bedroom. When we entered, Grace said, "Tom? Why don't you have a seat on the sofa? While Danni and I get ready?" Tom sat as instructed. Grace faced me and kissed me. Leaning in to my ear, she whispered, "Undress me for him." I reached behind her and tugged at her tight zipper. With her back facing Tom, I was able to wheedle it down her back, knowing I was revealing her sexy black lingerie to him in the process. Glancing over Grace's shoulder, I could see that Tom was watching our show intently. I had to stoop to work the tight dress all of the way over her butt. When it was free, and fell into a puddle at her feet, Grace deftly stepped out of it. She was glowing with sexual energy. I could almost feel the fire escaping her skin. Grace then turned my back to Tom and slipped her arm over my shoulder, grasping the zipper of my dress. I froze! Grace intended to undress me as well! Fuck! My first thought was that Tom would see my chastity cage. I actually forgot momentarily that I was about to allow another man to have sex with my wife. I was more worried that he'd see my little penis inside of its plastic cage. But Grace was in charge now. Was I ever? She tugged until the zipper was down all of the way. She worked the waistband down, over my hips, and freed the skirt so she could remove it. Slithering down in a sexy feminine move, Grace helped me step out of the billowy layers of lace. Tom appeared mesmerized at what was unfolding before him. Grace and I were standing before him wearing only our lingerie, me in pink, Grace in sexy black trimmed in red, still wearing our high heels. Grace kissed me tenderly, and let her fingers graze my body. I submitted to her control over the situation. I wondered how Tom was going to figure into her plan. But for now, I was enjoying her attention upon me. I returned her kisses and stroked her smooth skin. I became lost in loving Grace. We kissed, touched, and petted for several minutes. I kissed her exposed nipples, lifted by the sexy shelf bra she was wearing. They became excited and grew to points upon her chest. Then Grace beckoned Tom to stand up and to come stand beside us. He did not hesitate. He moved to where we were standing and Grace gave him a soft kiss on the lips, right in front of me. She began unbuttoning his shirt and directed my hands to his belt, indicating what she wanted me to do. My fingers were shaking. But I unbuckled his belt and then fumbled with his trouser button. I slid his zipper down. Already I could sense that Tom was aroused. By then Grace had unbuttoned his shirt and was removing it. She tossed it onto the floor. Then, assisting me, we pulled his pants to the floor. Tom's boxer shorts were tented from his erection fighting for release. Grace looked at him and licked her lips lustfully. Then, she pulled them down and a cock such as I'd never imagined sprang to life, or at least, bounced free. So there stood the three of us; Tom naked, and my wife and I wearing sexy and very feminine lingerie. Grace kissed me again. Then she kissed Tom. She stroked his cock with her fingers. So much was being spoken without words. We all knew what was going on. And we each had entirely different perspectives. Tom was, more or less, the lucky man, drawn in because he possessed the one thing Grace needed, and that I could not provide - a big, manly cock. Grace was excited about what she was about to enjoy, namely, the big, manly cock. But she was also drawing me, her sissy husband in as well, coaxing me to participate in a way I had not entirely considered when I made my offer to Grace last weekend. And then there was me. I wasn't merely letting my wife be fucked by a man. I was right there with her. Seeing his cock. Seeing her working herself up to a state of readiness. Watching her savor the moment, drawing it out with foreplay. "Would you like to see something Tom?" Grace teased Tom. "Sure," he replied eagerly. "Danni, want to show him your handiwork baby?" she cooed to me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "What?" She glanced down to her crotch. "You know! What you did for Tom?" Oh! The landing strip! She wanted me to show him? "Go on," she encouraged me. Grace was requiring me to remove her panties. I had to stoop down to do so. As I did, facing my wife's pelvis, I could see Tom's cock bobbing right next to my head. It was massive. And very alive! Grasping the waistband of Grace's panties, I tugged, and she shimmied, and I pulled them to the floor. Tom must have been watching because as her pussy was revealed, he gasped, "Fuck! You shaved it Grace!" "No," she corrected him. "Danni shaved it. For you." Tom muttered, "That is so hot! Thanks Danni!" What was I supposed to say to that? Some guy thanking me for shaving my wife's pussy? "Yo, you're welcome," I whispered, my voice unable to achieve any volume. I moved to stand up, but Grace placed her hand on top of my head, and held me down. "No baby. Not yet. Would you mind, you know, getting me ready?" She nudged me ever so slightly toward her mound. And so, while my wife and Tom stood over me, I kissed her on her freshly shaven, smooth slit. She was already glistening with dampness. The landing strip, created for the benefit of Tom's sexual excitement, pointed the way for me, as surely as it would lead him into her soon. Grace opened her legs just slightly, to allow me better access. From the corner of my eye I could see her hand wrapped around Tom's organ, fondling him as they watched me prepare Grace for him. I slid my tongue inside of her, savoring her feminine arousal, momentarily forgetting that it was another man who would soon be providing her the male pleasure she so desperately craved. Grace was groaning, and I could sense that she was reaching a peak. Just then she stopped me. "Wait! I almost forgot Danni!" she exclaimed. "I want to do something for you." I looked up, confusion and uncertainty in my eyes. "Tom dear," she said. "Would you help me please? Unfasten my necklace." Tom began fumbling with the clasp. "What is the key for Grace?" he asked. I was numb. She wasn't going to show him! 'Please?' I begged Grace silently. "I'll show you," was her response. Then she said, "Stand up Danni." Reluctantly, I did so. Grace then stooped down and removed my panties, revealing my caged penis to Tom. I was filled with shame for him to see me like this. I know, that is a crazy sentiment. I'd spent the evening with this man dressed as the most sissy looking feminized man I could have imagined, but I was filled with shame for him to see that my wife kept me locked up in a chastity cage. Grace placed the key into the lock and unclicked it. Then, slowly, she removed the plastic pieces that prevented me from having an erection. As she released me, however, I felt the relief of freedom sweep over me, and my penis, almost against its will, began to grow. Grace kissed it and then sucked it into her mouth. Oh my! Suddenly, my embarrassment was tolerable! I looked down at my wife, on her knees, sucking me in front of Tom, although his menacing member was right there in our line of sight. Grace was sucking me effortlessly into her mouth. Then, she pulled Tom closer and she switched from me to him. Taking him into her mouth was an entirely different matter. That much was immediately obvious. But she did it. She began switching back and forth from one to the other. After a few minutes of teasing by Grace, she stood up and kissed us alternately. In the close proximity that we were to each other, I continually felt Tom's cock brushing against my hip. Then, Grace directed me back to my knees and toward her mound. I resumed pleasuring her, always aware of Tom nearby, Grace possessively keeping him within her grasp. "Oh baby," she moaned. "That feels so good! I think I'm ready." "Ready?" I asked. "Yes baby," she replied. "It's time. Time to get Tom ready." I know it had been my suggestion. And I know that I agreed to her terms. But this moment was the moment I had dreaded. And it seemed that no matter how I begged her with my eyes not to make me do it, Grace was not backing off. "Tell him Danni," she said, almost an order. I turned my focus to Tom, who was looking down at me. "May I help you get ready to have sex with my wife?" I asked. "You mean to fuck your wife?" he restated the question for me in male terms. "Y, yes," I acknowledged. "You want to suck my cock?" he clarified for me. I could only nod my agreement as I was utterly unable to verbalize that he was correct. "Okay," he said simply. "I'm okay with that." And he turned to face me directly, letting his cock dangle before me, waiting to see how I would approach the task. Grace was there to provide direction. "Touch it baby," she said. I reached out and touched it. I'd touched a cock before. Mine. I knew what a living cock felt like. But this was different. Was it because it wasn't mine? Or, was it because of its size? Tom was not only long, but his girth was massive. I could barely wrap my fingers around it. The disconnect of seeing my manicured fingers grasping another man's cock was disorienting. Holding him so close to my face, seeing his large hairy balls swinging slowly, back and forth hypnotically, all while my wife watched and provided counsel to me, was like some strange out of body experience. Could I do this for Grace? "Kiss it," her words came down from above me. Slowly, but surely, I drew Tom closer until his bulbous helmet was against my lips. I kissed him. I kissed him again. Moving down his cock, I kissed him repeatedly, over and over, kissing my way down his shaft, and then returning to the tip. "Lick it," Grace spoke. I let my tongue dart out of my mouth and I licked it. Once. Twice. Three times. And then, all over. Repeatedly. Moistening his shaft. Feeling him respond. A male response. The response to what was normally done by a woman. But was being performed by me. A sissy. I was. What else could you call me at this moment? I was licking the cock of a man about to fuck my wife. "Lick his balls," Grace said as I neared the base of his shaft. And I did. "Suck him Danni! Take him into your mouth baby," I could sense Grace's arousal and excitement as she watched me. Her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy as she became turned on by watching me, encouraging me to suck her lover's cock. I opened my mouth and, for the first time, let a man stick his dick into my mouth. Tom was a very willing participant by now. He pressed forward, driving deeper into my mouth. My jaws were stretched beyond what I'd thought they were capable of by his throbbing spear. "Yes baby!" Grace cried out in her excitement. "That's a good girl!" Tom pressed more firmly and went in deeper. In that moment, Mandy's instruction inexplicably entered my consciousness, and I tilted my head back and let him take me. Tom drove his entire length into and beyond the back of my throat. His astonishment could not be contained. "Fuck! She is a mean cocksucker Grace!" he shouted. "I know!" she said in agreement, as the two of them witnessed me submitting to a man in the most feminine of ways. Tom began rhythmically stroking in and out of my mouth. I did not want to admit to myself what I was feeling. This was, however, in no way shape or form, the same as sucking on a dildo. Feeling a living, pulsing, fleshy cock inside of my mouth was not a bad thing after all. And suddenly, I did not want him to stop. I began, not simply having my mouth fucked, but sucking Tom's cock. And almost no sooner than I began to accept, and even appreciate what I was doing, than Grace brought it to a screeching halt. "Okay baby!" she exclaimed. "That's enough! He's ready! Come put him in me." Grace moved away from us and I heard her climb onto our bed. Tom pulled out of my mouth and followed her, leaving me on my knees, my mouth suddenly empty. "Hurry Sissy!" Grace cried out. She'd called me 'Sissy!' "Hurry! I want you to put him in me," she snapped in an impatient tone. I rose from the floor and approached them on the bed. Grace was on her back, her legs open and ready, her high heels in the air, wantonly presenting herself to Tom. Tom was between her legs, looking at me, comprehending that Grace wanted her husband to be the one to put his cock inside of her pussy. I reached forward and held him in my hand. Again. He was still wet from my mouth. I positioned his now even bigger, because I'd made him so, cock, at the opening of my wife's wet, shaved slit. Together we pushed him into her. I held him for as long as I could as he invaded her cunt, deeper and deeper. Grace was watching every move, and sighing as he penetrated her in a way I never had, nor would ever be able to. All of my past suspicions were erased. I now knew, first hand, that my penis would never satisfy Grace. What I was witnessing was how a man pleases a woman with his cock. When Tom was fully impaled within Grace, her now shaved and exposed pussy lips clearly showed just how widely stretched she was. And yet, it appeared to me as though there was no cock too big for her to accommodate. I couldn't imagine a bigger cock though. "Okay baby," Grace addressed me through her clinched teeth. "Enough. Thank you sweetie. Thank you so much. Sit there," she directed me to a chair next to our bed. She expected me to watch Tom fuck her, and I was provided a ringside seat. Tom moved slowly at first. He seemed to have forgotten that I was even in the room. But Grace did not forget. She turned her eyes to me and looked directly at me. Without words she was conveying to me how much pleasure Tom was giving to her. However, she was not content to communicate wordlessly. Grace provided a narrative to aid my understanding. "Fuck! He is so big baby! So, so big! You made him huge for me! Thank you so much! I love you!" This was not what I'd anticipated during my many internal reflections this past week. I had pictured the act in my mind. But never in my wildest imaginings could I have painted the scene I was watching in my own bed. "Touch it," Grace broke me out of my daydream. "Go on! Touch it! I want to watch you Sissy," she said, meaning she wanted me to masturbate for her. Inexplicably, my penis was hard. In fact, it was perhaps more hard than it had ever been. Holding it in my fingers, I began stroking my penis for Grace. "Yes! That's it baby. Stroke it! Does it feel so good?" I grunted my response, "Uh huh." "Good girl!" she said. "Slowly now," she instructed. "Don't release until I say so. Okay?" I nodded my head. Meanwhile, Tom was fucking Grace relentlessly. Grace turned her attention to Tom, encouraging him to fuck her harder. "Oh Tom! That feels sooooo good. I've missed this sooooo much. Fuck me! Fuck me harder Tom! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Yeeessssssssss! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmminnnnnnngggggg!" she screamed into our room. Tom was grunting and groaning as he responded to Grace's urgings. I could sense that he was reaching that moment as well. He was fucking her so hard that her breasts were bouncing madly back and forth upon her chest. It was almost a violent act his motion was so primordial. "Cum in me Tom!" Grace encouraged him. "Fill my pussy! I want to feel your heat inside of me!" she begged with an almost agitated need. I was stroking my penis furiously at this point and did not know how much longer I could last. Just then, Tom shouted, "I'm gonna cum Grace! I'm gonna cum!" And that is when Grace shouted, "Now! Now Sissy! Squirt!" And simultaneously, Tom began ejaculating inside of Grace, filling her with load after load of his sperm, while I spewed my own cum all over my hand, a generous load coating my now spent penis. It was one of the most incredible sexual moments I'd ever experienced. Grace was panting under Tom, worn out from the sexual energy and explosion that had taken place in our marital bedroom. Tom collapsed onto Grace's heaving chest. "Fuck!" he muttered repeatedly, as if he, as well, could not believe what he'd just been a part of. Then, Grace spoke, "No Tom. You can't fall asleep. You have to go." Dumbfounded, Tom asked, "You don't want me to spend the night?" as if that was what he fully expected. "Not tonight," Grace explained gently. "Not this time. You have to leave now." Clearly confused, Tom replied, "Well, okay then." He pushed up from her, and said, "You were great." Smiling sweetly at her lover, Grace responded, "And so were you." Tom got out of our bed, glancing quickly at me sitting in the chair with my shriveled and now small penis in my manicured fingers. "Thanks Danni. It was great." "You're welcome," I said, myself confused by the suddenness of the ending. Tom quickly put his clothes on and went to the door. "I can let myself out. Goodnight," he said as he closed the door behind him. I turned to see Grace looking at me. Her expression was soft and loving. She possessed an almost admiring countenance. "Thank you sweetie," she whispered. "Thank you." I smiled back at her, happy to see the joy and appreciation, the complete sense of satisfaction that enveloped her. "You're welcome." "Come here," she beckoned me with her finger. "Come to bed." I stood and crawled up beside her. We cuddled and kissed. Then, Grace put her hand on my head and gave the slightest of nudges. She wanted me to go down on her. Now. After Tom. I resisted. I did not think this was part of the deal. Sensing my hesitancy, Grace said, "You promised. Whenever. You said you always would." "I th, thought you meant, ah, me. Whenever I did it?" "No. We never agreed to that. You said you would always do it. Please don't disappoint me Sissy," she finished with the word that sealed my fate. I scooched down until I was face-to-face with Grace's freshly fucked pussy. This time, when I sucked her, I would know precisely what I was doing. I was about to clean Tom's sperm out of her. She was already drooling and oozing his cream out of her slit. It was thick and milky. My tongue gingerly tasted the semen dribbling from Grace's inflamed, still excited pussy. As I licked her Grace sighed. I licked her again, the flow remaining steady. "Oh yes baby! Yes! Suck him out of me! Does he taste so good?" I groaned in response. He did taste good. I could not deny it. I sucked her, sliding my tongue into her, fucking her with my tongue, his sperm coating me as I delved deeper and deeper. There was so much of it! This guy must have injected several ounces of his seed into Grace's pussy. I sucked and sucked until eventually there was no more. And then, and only then, did Grace tell me to stop. I crawled back into her arms and fell into a deep sleep, not the slightest bit tormented about what had happened during our date.