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My Husband, My Weekend Lesbian Lover By: Zylux Chapter 1 It is said that all the good men are taken. That is usually true, but once in a great while, one of the good ones comes around without being noticed. Just being in the right place at the right time is not enough, a woman also has to be smart enough to spot him and act before the competition catches on. Such an event happened to me. It happened at work. I was in my cubical next to document control where a small drama was being acted out. It seems that a young engineer had been stood up on a date by one of the secretaries. This woman apparently had no intention of keeping the date when she made it and wanted to make sure he wouldn't keep asking her out. Their paths had come together in document control and she took the opportunity to lash into him with a verbal assault saying, amongst other things, that she had no interest in a geek like him. She walked off having a laugh at his expense. Everyone around him was shocked that she was capable of such viciousness. He didn't deserve the treatment he got as he was a nice guy. You know the type, steady, quite, a gentleman, but not appearing to be very exciting or adventurous. The gals in document control tried to console him. "That was a terrible thing for her to say, are you all right?" "Yeah I'm okay. Probably for the best anyway, as she most likely sensed that I wouldn't be much fun on a date and even less in bed and I doubt if she would want to take the time and effort needed to change that." "Why do you say that you're not much in bed?" "Because I don't have much experience in that department and I'm still trying to figure out how to recognize and take care of a woman's needs." "So, just how few women have you slept with?" "Sue! How could you ask him something like that?" "It's okay, it doesn't bother me. Actually, I haven't, yet." My instincts kicked in and before I knew what I was doing, I had propelled myself from my chair with such force that I could have leapt over the partition wall. Staring over the wall, I pointed at him and loudly laid claim. "MINE! Hi, I'm Sharon." That took everyone by surprise, including me. Protests and cry's of "I saw him first!" started to emanate from the two single women in the group and from a couple of married ones as well. But it didn't matter, I had already called it, and besides, he didn't seem to have eyes for anyone else. He seemed to like my shoulder length auburn hair, passing up on a couple of long haired blonds that were trying to attract his attention. So much for the adage that gentlemen prefer blonds. As he approached me, I took the chance to look him over. He was roughly my height and of a slim build with a smallish waist. His face was soft and not very masculine. I was beginning to wonder just why I had claimed him. And yet, there was something about him that stirred up feelings within me, but not enough for me to get a handle on. For some reason, I couldn't help but gave him a more than friendly smile as he came up to me. He smiled back and with a nod of his head, introduced himself as Robert and, in an Old World gentlemanly manner, asked me out to dinner. Never before had I been asked out in such an elegant and classy manner. I knew I had stumbled upon a diamond in the rough, just waiting for the right woman to shape into a priceless gem. I decided right then and there that I was going to make him mine before any other woman could discover this overlooked gem and try and make him hers. It was a feeling that was constantly reinforced as our dating progressed, with each date being better than the one before. Unlike every other man I have known, Robert had no problem admitting that he didn't know everything about dating or women. He was open to suggestions and would even ask me what he should do in situations he was unfamiliar with. I could mold him into the perfect date, and did. It was then time to turn him into my lover. Of course thinking about Robert in bed and getting him into bed were two different things. I guess he was either enjoying being with me too much to risk scaring me off by his lack of experience in bed, or (more likely) he was intimidated by my open sexual nature and wanted to make sure I was committed to the relationship and would be there for the long haul. I figured I had two options. I could talk to him, reassuring him that his lack of experience was in no way going to affect our relationship and coax him into the bedroom, or I could trick him into sleeping with me, drag him off to the sacrificial bed and take his virginity. I chose the latter, it being more in line with my mischievous and uninhibited personality. As fate would have it, the perfect opportunity to form and spring a trap was occurring at that very same time. The restoration of an old downtown move theater, built back in Hollywood's glory days of movie making, had at long last been completed. The project heads had decided to kick off the grand opening with a classic '40s romantic drama that was a favorite of mine. There was one scene that if I could somehow get Robert to copy, he would then be mine for the taking with no way for him to back out. It took no small amount of sweet talking, but I managed to get him to take me to the opening night showing. Robert, all on his own, suggested we first dine at an upscale restaurant within walking distance of the theater. It was the perfect excuse for me to dress to the nines and arouse his desire for me. In the days leading up to our date, I prepared for battle. I drew inspiration from the classic movie "Sabrina". I had my hair cut short and styled very similar to the way Sabrina had her hair when she returned home from France. As for my dress, since the affair reeked of a long past formality and elegance, a retro black dress of the late '40s - early '50s was the logical choice. Of course, that didn't mean I couldn't spice things up a bit by selecting a very tight and shiny, satin wiggle dress, sleeveless, and with a front and back that, from just under the arms, tapered up to a wide collar around the neck. I considered a very sexy strapless and totally backless design, but my plan of attack based on the movie scene, required a much longer back zipper, one that would be "difficult" for me to reach. The hip-hugging skirt portion would taper to my ankles with a walking vent in back. Matching elbow length gloves, black pumps with four inch spiked heels and a short, single strand, pearl necklace with matching earrings and bracelet would complete the look, one that was sexy, with no bones about it. I would give no quarter and take but one prisoner. My wardrobe didn't have a dress that matched my vision, giving me the perfect excuse to go shopping. I knew it would be a tough find and I spent almost the entire day looking through dozens and dozens and dozens of dresses in shop after shop after shop until late in the day I found a dress that was a near perfect match to the one in my vision. The only thing left to do was to wait for the day that promised to dramatically change my relationship with Robert. On that fateful night, I started preparations earlier than normal. I took extra care with my hair, makeup, and getting dressed. I finished up just as Robert came to pick me up at the appointed hour. When I opened the door I nearly gasped in surprise. He stood before me wearing a brand new tux with the look and feel of an older time, the perfect match to my dress. Robert looked so handsome, so desirable, and so sexy, that I came unbelievable close to grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him inside, throwing him onto the couch, and taking him. Looking back, I think that the only reason I didn't, was the possibility of my aggressiveness scaring him away from me. But then again, there was also the possibility that he might have gone for it, as his other option was to sit through a boring "chick flick" after plopping down no small amount of money at a high end restaurant. It was a tough decision for me, but in the end, I choose to stick to the plan. After we exchanged admirations for each other and other pleasantries, Robert extended his arm to me. I placed my arm in his and let him lead me to his car. He opened the door, and assisted my getting into the car. He closed the door, hurried around to the driver's side and got in. We were soon underway. The trip downtown was uneventful but long with the usual early evening traffic. We arrived at the restaurant with little time to spare and Robert pulled into a pay parking lot located between the restaurant and the theater. Valets opened our doors for us and while I took my time exiting the car, Robert got out quickly and hurried around to meet me. I took his arm and he escorted me to the restaurant. The restaurant was a swanky place with an art deco look, and we seemed to fit right in with the formal atmosphere of a time gone by. We evidently made a favorable impression on the ma?tre d' as he led us thru the main dining room to an ornate wrought iron staircase that led to the more upscale second floor and on to one of the better tables in front of a window that looked out upon the downtown night life. It was the perfect start to a romantic dinner with the top notch cuisine, a fine wine, and my Robert looking so incredibly handsome, making for one of the most memorable evenings I have ever had. After dinner, we walked to the theater with my arm in his. We entered the lobby and were instantly transported back in time, for it had a look of an era when going to the theater was an event, and people dressed in their best formal wear. We again made a favorable impression as we were greeted by a swarm of ushers in vintage uniforms, each vying for the privilege to show us to our seats. I choose an especially energetic young man. Robert showed him our tickets and he proudly led us into the theater and down to the row our seats were in, pointing them out with his flashlight. Robert slipped the usher a tip and then escorted me to our seats. It wasn't long after being seated when the project heads came up on stage to address the audience. After a few speeches and many thanks to all of the sponsors and donors, the move was allowed to run. It had a slow build before the plot took over, but by that time, poor Robert had lost interest and was becoming increasingly bored. As the movie progressed, I became more and more engrossed in it. Robert had totally tuned out and was struggling to remain awake, and loosing. It would have been a kindness to let him drift into a light sleep, but that scene I wanted him to watch was fast approaching. I snuggled up against him as it came to make certain he was awake. In the scene, the leading lady, dressed in a magnificent full skirted, with multiple petticoats, ankle length ball gown of an era of glamour that only exists in daydreams today, informs the leading man that she wished to slip into something more comfortable and as she turns her back to him, asks if he would unzip her. I squeezed Roberts arm and gave a slight sigh as if I was engrossed in the moment. Of course I was really trying to get him to pay attention to what the leading man was doing, and more importantly, saying, to the point that he would imitate the man when I would present him with a similar situation later that night. A good plan if Robert didn't know what the couple was really saying to each other. Anyway, the leading man obliges, takes hold of the zipper, and utters the phrase "Say when". The woman teases the man a bit as she holds off saying "When" until the zipper fell just below her waist. I again squeezed Roberts arm, then left him alone for the rest of the movie. At the end of the movie Robert took me home, parking on the street in front of my house. He got out of the car and quickly came around to open the car door for me. He escorted me to the front door and appeared to make ready to leave once I was safely inside. That was not going to happen. For him, escape was not possible. I unlocked the door and slightly pushed it open. But instead of entering my house, I turned to Robert and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him to me as if to kiss him. I knew he wouldn't go for it as Robert is very shy about public displays of affection. "Whoa, wait, someone might be watching." "Then I guess you will have to come inside, for a minute." Not wanting to give him a chance to decline, I pushed the door open with a thrust of my hips, interlocked my fingers behind his neck and "encouraged" him to come inside. Robert hesitantly came along and closed the door behind him. "It was so sweet of you to suffer through a "chick flick" for me. Come on over to the couch and I will show you how much I appreciate it." "As much as I would like that, it's really late and I had better get home while I can stay awake long enough to get there." "You can spend the night here, with me." "Um, not yet. I, um ..." "What, you don't want to sleep with me? You don't find me desirable?" "Of course I do. I have never desired a woman more than I desire you. It's just that I haven't been with a woman and..." "Hey, it's okay. I would love to be the one to educate you in bed." "It's not that, it's just that I would like for us to have a more memorable evening before we, um, spend the night together." "That's so sweet, but we just had the best evening I have ever experienced and I don't want it to end just yet." "Yeah, um, I sort of don't remember half of it and I would prefer to wait for..." "Oh, I see. Well, I can understand your wanting your first time to be a memorable experience. But the thing is, our relationship has progressed well and has reached a point where I feel that it's time to take it to a higher level." "Yeah, I know. I feel it too. I just need an evening in which I've participated a little more in. Okay?" "Well, alright, but before you go, will you do something for me? Would you unzip me?" Releasing my hold on him I turned around giving Robert access to the zipper of my dress. He reached up to seize the zipper pull and started to pull it down. "Say when." There it was, the words I so wanted to hear him say. Whither Robert knew it or not, the zipper rule was now in effect. I wanted to shout "YES!" in victory for the whole world to hear as he was now mine for the taking. But of course I didn't, I just bit my lower lip and waited for him to completely unzip me. And it was an agonizingly long wait. It was as if time had slowed down to the point where I swear I could feel each and every tooth of the zipper grudgingly release its grip with its opposing neighbors. When Robert had completely opened the zipper, I turned to face him with a look of pure seduction. I took hold of his tie and gently pulled him toward the hall that led to my bedroom. "Ummm, wait a minute..." "Shhhh, zipper rule." "Zipper rule, what's that?" "You asked me for sex, and I said yes." "WHAT? WHEN?" "Less than a minute ago." "But the only thing I said was 'Say when.' and you didn't say anything." "Exactly, for you see, in a cultured society, a woman curious about where her date's interest in her lay, will ask him 'Would you unzip me?' and his answer reflects his desires. The response of 'Say when.' is a polite way for him to ask her if she would have sex with him. If she says 'when' before the zipper reaches bottom, then her answer is 'no, not yet'. If she says nothing, or says 'when' after the zipper bottoms out, then her answer is 'yes'. Now, as you can see, you have asked and I have consented, under the zipper rule we HAVE to have sex." "Oh come on now, surely you can't expect me to know that what with my lack of experience with women. I thought that was what a man was supposed to say. I didn't know about any zipper rule, and that's assuming there IS a zipper rule, which I'm not entirely buying. But even if there is one, surely you can't hold me to it if I don't know about it." "There is, I can, and I am. So, come along to bed my love." Robert stared at me in shock with his mouth slightly open as if to utter some last ditch protest but let it die with a slight sigh. He nervously came along as I led him by his tie to my bedroom. I pulled him inside by his tie with one hand and closed the door with the other. And as I put my arms up around his neck and lean in to kiss him, we shall, as in the movies of old, fade to black. Morning came bright and early. I woke before Robert but instead of getting up, I lay there and reflected on the nights activities. It wasn't the best sex I'd had by any means, but the potential was definitely there. Robert is the only man I have ever been with, or even heard of, who could be directed in bed. It was a refreshing difference that didn't change as he gained experience and confidence in the nights we spent together that followed. And, as his trust in me grew, he became more willing to try just about anything, even some of the, shall we say, more exotic sexual practices. That continued after we were eventually married. It was then that I was able to introduce him to fantasies and role playing with wondrous results for he had come to trust me completely, and I made sure that I never asked anything of him, or did anything to him, that would endanger that trust. And it wasn't one way either as I have entertained a couple of his fantasies. One fantasy of my Robert's came about after we watched a TV commercial for yogurt. In it a man and woman were in a dining room. The woman, dressed in a French maid's uniform, was sitting on what turns out to be her husband's lap and she was spoon feeding him yogurt, while talking to him with a French accent. It was a week later that I found myself in our dining room, sitting on my husband's lap, dressed in a skimpy French maid's uniform he had bought for me. I was spoon feeding him yogurt, all the while cooing and making baby talk with sexual overtones in a heavy French accent, working him into a sexual arousal, culminating in his taking me while bent over the dining room table. It was very sexist and demeaning and I swore to him that I would get even ... someday. Actually, I enjoyed it, and every once in a while, on a night when I had made it home from work before him (we were no longer working at the same company due to my Robert being laid off after a business downturn), I would greet him at the door dressed in the uniform ready to pamper and seduce him. I also figured I could use it as leverage in the future for some fantasy of mine that he would balk at. It turned out to be a good move as it wasn't long after that a burnt out desire from my youth was unexpectedly rekindled and it would take a lot of effort, and calling in favors, to get my Robert to help me experience it. The reigniting of my desires occurred one night with us sitting on the sofa watching TV. We had both worked late and neither of us felt like fixing dinner or even changing out of our work clothes. My Robert had on his black suit with a stiff, white, short sleeve shirt. I was wearing my short (but not mini) black, straight, skirt suit with a long sleeve, white satin blouse. Both of us had taken off our jackets and had draped them over the back of the sofa on our way to the kitchen to scrounge through the leftovers for something to eat. Having found something adequate, we returned to the living room to eat in front of the TV. The only thing on that was of any interest was some imported British game show. The premise was to see what embarrassing thing people would do and for how little money they would do it for. One stunt caught my full interest. In it, a young couple had been brought out on stage and was standing with the host in back of a bed. The host offered the couple some money if they would get into the bed and try to exchange clothes in less than a minute. After a brief pause filled with some bashful glances at each other, they agreed. This I had to see, and to make sure my Robert was watching I snuggled up to him. As the couple got into bed, a disclaimer rolled across the bottom of the screen. They had already exchanged underwear. That would make it fairly easy, and also meant that they had agreed to do it before coming on stage. The hesitation and whatnot was just an act. I felt cheated, but watched anyway. Of course they pulled it off and hopped out of bed to prove to the world that they had. Her, I don't remember so much, but I do remember him. He was fair of face and slim of build. He also looked pretty good in his girlfriend's mini skirt. With his short, unisex cut, blond hair, he reminded me of someone back in collage I had interest in and had rather unusual feelings for, feelings that I suddenly wanted to act upon. Of course, being married, I couldn't run out and find someone who matched the person I knew in collage and hop into bed. I may be sexually open, but I wasn't about to do anything that would jeopardize my marriage to my Robert. So with a sigh, I turned to my loving husband, and that was when I was struck with the thought that my Robert, who was still as slim and somewhat fair of face as the day I met him, might be a suitable stand-in. I just had to see if he would be up for it, but I knew that I couldn't straight out ask him. No, he would have to be conditioned first, and the perfect lead in had just presented its self. I jumped up from the couch, took my Robert by the hand and tried to pull him up off the sofa. "Come on, let's try that." "Try what? You mean what that couple just did, exchange clothes in bed? I don't know about this." "Oh come on, it looks like it could be fun. I'll tell you what, how about we leave out the part about exchanging underwear." "Well, ummm." "Great, let's go." My Robert, with my unceasing "encouragement", got up from the sofa and I wasted no time in pulling him to our bedroom. Letting go of him at the bed, I took hold of the bedspread and pulled it off, working my way around to my side of the bed in the process. I peeled back the covers, slipped off my shoes and got into bed. My Robert just stood there looking down at me. I looked back at him seductively, and then patted his side of the bed with my hand. It was obvious that he didn't want to do it, but he also didn't want to disappoint me. He slowly took off his shoes and then got into bed. As we pulled up the covers, I leaned over to him and kissed him hard. He embraced me but I broke it off. "Later my love, now wait for the clock to turn ... and ... go!" We quickly tried to strip off our outer clothing and hand each piece off to the other. It wasn't as easy as I had previously thought by any means. Trying to remove clothes while laying on them is difficult enough, having the covers press down and interfere with our arms and legs really made it much harder. We squirmed and wiggled around with such abandon that the bed groaned in protest more than when we made love. Surprisingly, given the trouble we were having, we came close to pulling it off. I finished before the minute was up, but my poor Robert, perhaps not being familiar with the odd placement of the fasteners on my clothes, didn't quite make it. He seemed disappointed and became apologetic. Perfect, I could probably sweet talk him into doing it again until we succeeded. But first, there was one little thing to do. "Come on, up and out of bed." "What, um, I'd rather not." "Oh come on, what's the matter? So you're wearing my clothes, what's the big deal? It's not like anyone is going to see you. Look around, see, no audience. Come on, let's see how you did." "Promise me that you're not going to laugh." "I promise, now come on." I rolled away from him and on out of bed. Standing up facing the bed, I straightened myself out and looked over at my Robert. He was slowly poking his legs out from the covers and placing his feet on the floor. He took his ever loving sweet time extracting the rest of him. I didn't say a word figuring that it would be better to let him take his time and come to accept his wearing my clothes in the process. He eventually came to stand before me looking a bit sheepish. Words of encouragement were definitely in order. Of course, the mischievous girl in me couldn't resist a little teasing as well. "Hey, you did really well. Your blouse could be tucked in better here and there, but that's easily fixed. Just hike up your skirt until you've exposed the blouse tails and pull them down, working all the way around until it's smooth and tight to your body." "Forget that, the only thing I'm doing is taking this off." Robert wasted no time taking off my clothes and tossing them across the bed to me. I did the same with his clothes. We both got dressed, but before Robert could wonder off, I quickly pulled back the bed covers and hopped in. He looked down at me in surprise. I in turn looked up at him with a look of seduction and patted his side of the bed with my hand as before. "Oh no, forget it. I've already done it and have no desire to do it again." "But we haven't done it successfully yet. Look, I'll make a deal with you, we'll stop after we have matched what that couple on TV did, and the faster we do, the faster we can engage in other activities suitable for the bed, agreed?" The thought of sex got him back into bed. As soon as I gave the signal we quickly stripped and wiggled into the others clothes. This time we beat the clock and I hopped out of bed in triumph. My Robert also got out of bed much quicker than before. He had also done a far better job of tucking in the blouse and seemed to be a little proud of himself. I smiled and nodded my approval, then started to undress as before. My Robert undressed as well, taking off everything including his shorts. He stood facing the bed completely naked leering at me in anticipation of the promised sex. I leered back at him with a big grin, reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. Crossing my arms across my chest, I took hold of the bra straps and slowly slid them teasingly down my arms. My Robert was becoming visibly aroused. I took the bra and tossed it to him, aiming for his chest. He caught it by reflex action and looked back at me in surprise. "Go ahead, put it on and get dressed. Here ... my panties too. Come on, we haven't matched what the couple did yet." "I am NOT putting these on. Besides, we have accomplished what that couple did." "No, we have not. Remember, they had exchanged underwear before attempting to swap clothes." "And you said we would leave out that part." "AND, you agreed just a couple of minutes ago, to continue until we had matched what the couple on TV had done, and they had exchanged underwear. So pick up your shorts and toss them to me. Oh, and you might find it easier to put the bra on backwards, hooking it in front, and then working it back around into place. You can then slip your arms into the straps and work them up onto your shoulders." My Robert reluctantly did as suggested, although he turned away from me before putting on the bra and hurriedly put his shirt on over it. It was a similar story with the panties and his pants. We completed getting dressed, got into bed, and feverishly exchanged clothes for the third time. Success was ours and we proved it to the world by jumping out of bed, taking a position facing the bed and each other. Once again, my Robert looked good standing there in my skirt and blouse, but something was missing. It was the jacket. I had left it in the living room. I thought about retrieving it, but quickly dismissed the idea as my Robert was starting to make motions toward undressing. Instead, I climbed onto the bed on all fours and looked up at him with pure lust written across my face. He looked down at me and grinned, then joined me, trying to take a position that would enable him to maneuver me onto my back with him on top of me. But I would have none of that. Instead I twisted us around and it was he who fell down onto the bed upon his back, staring up at me with a surprised look on his face. But before he could recover his senses, I grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the bed just slightly above his head. Stretching out, I lowered my full weight down onto him, pinning him to the bed. It was a clear message that I was going to have my way with him. Of course, my Robert is stronger than me and would not have much trouble extracting his self from my control if so inclined. But he sensed that I wanted to do something new and trusted me enough to play along. As my Robert lay there, making with some weak efforts to free himself, I attacked by kissing him deeply and aggressively until he totally surrendered to me. I then began to caress his body with my hands, and in the process, silently reminded him of just whose clothes he was wearing. He seemed to enjoy the sensation more and more, lying there, like a submissive girl. That's when I decided to deprive him of his pleasures by undressing him in a rough, lust filled manner. Then, having stripped him naked, I rose up over him and crudely stripped off the clothes of his I was wearing. With an aggressive, lust filled leer, I crashed back down upon him, and took him. It was a very different and most satisfying love making session for both of us and we drifted off to sleep with me cuddling up to him from behind, holding him to me with one arm wrapped over him, just as he has done with me on many a night. In the morning, we awoke together and lay in bed for a while talking about the nights activities, discussing what we each liked about it and what my Robert didn't (I enjoyed all of it). In the end, we mutually decided to add it to our repertoire. And while he didn't come out and agree to wear my clothes again, he didn't close the door on it either. That pleased me greatly and my mind filled with ideas of how to escalate our play and bring him to my goal. Chapter 2 The opportunity to continue leading my Robert into helping me live out my old collage desires wasn't long in coming. It happened one Friday night after dinner. My Robert was on the sofa watching TV while I was on the computer looking through my e-mail. A friend, who knew me well back in my high school days, had sent me a link to a video on a certain armature video site she knew I would find fascinating. I quickly clicked on the link and was greeted by a video of a man applying makeup to his face, slowly changing his appearance to that of a woman. I was absolutely mesmerized and with good reason, for in my late teens, I had done considerable research and practice on makeup artistry and its applications to modeling, movie stars, and high society. I had honed my skills on my girlfriends who were more than happy to sit for me until I lost interest and moved on to pursue other things girls that age were interested in. Anyway, the idea of transforming a man into a woman, albeit temporarily, intrigued me, and I had the perfect subject to work on, my Robert. I called my husband to come see. He was engrossed in his program so waited until a commercial interruption before coming to join me. He pulled a nearby chair over and sat down next to me. I started the video as soon as his attention was focused on the screen. We watched the video together in silence, with me becoming even more fascinated than with my first viewing. I could only hope my Robert was just as fascinated. There was only one way to find out. "Wow, can you believe that? If I hadn't watched the transformation I would swear he was a she. Did you ever think that a man could pass as a woman?" "Not without plastic surgery. Hey, it's an internet video; it's got to be some kind of trick." "What trick? You saw it happen for yourself." "Yeah, I know, but just makeup? I'm not buying it, after all a woman's facial structure is narrower with less prominent features. Changing a woman to look like a man, easy, just add some putty here and there to beef up the face. But to change a man to a woman requires subtracting and you can't do that without surgery." "Actually you can do it without surgery to some extent. It's all about altering features by changing the way light reflects off the face. Did you notice the different shades of foundation makeup used and how it seemed to change the shape of the face? Then accentuating the emerging feminine form by use of bright highlights to distract the eye? That's where the real genius is. The rest was just normal makeup preformed by nearly every woman out there in preparation for a night out." "What, so now you're an expert on makeup? You think you can match what we saw in the video, assuming it's real?" "I don't think I can, I know I can. Come on, I'll prove it ... on you!" "Pass!" "Hey, you challenged me and I have accepted said challenge, so let's go." "Forget that." My Robert got up and headed back to the sofa, closing the door on our little battle. He picked up the remote and started to flip through the channels when, by sheer luck, a new version of his favorite yogurt commercial filled the screen. It was the one with the wife dressed as a French maid sitting on her husband's lap. I left the computer to come stand behind him as if to continue our argument, but I had something else in mind and I knew he would give me the chance to spring it. Sure enough, my Robert became fidgety, and as the commercial ended, turned to look up at me. He made with an inquisitive look and gave a slight nod towards the TV. I put both hands on my waist with both elbows sticking straight out to the side and stared down at him as if I were recalling what happened after we had watched the original version of that commercial. That memory, as well as my telling him that I would get even, someday, had filled my mind the moment this new commercial had started to play. "Hey, I already entertained that demeaning, sexist fantasy of yours and you know something, you still owe me for that. Come, the time for you to pay up has arrived." "Don't give me that sexist crap. You enjoyed it, just look at all the times you've greeted me at the door wearing that uniform." "Ah, but I did so on my terms, not yours. Now get up and come with me, unless you want to sleep here on the sofa tonight." My visibly nervous husband reluctantly got up and followed me back to our bedroom. I went straight for the entrance to the master bath, but didn't enter. Instead, I turned to my husband and reached up to caress his cheek and chin with my hand. "Oooh, you need to shave, off you go. Oh, and skip the aftershave." "Oh no, I'm not going to let you do to me what that guy did in the video. Besides, what you are asking me to do is far more demeaning than you acting out as a sex crazed French maid." "You think so? All right then, tell you what, I'll give you a choice. You can either let me make you up as a woman, or YOU can put on the French maid's uniform, sit on MY lap, spoon feed ME yogurt, making with the baby talk until I become so sexually aroused that I drag you off to the bedroom. There I will entertain a new fantasy. I will tie you spread eagle to the bed. Then I will get my camera and photograph you from all kinds of angles until I become so aroused by your predicament that I drop the camera, pull up your skirt and petticoat, tear off your panties and ride you without mercy until you are limp and drained of every last drop..." "Okay, I get the picture, so to speak. I guess I can tolerate your testing your makeup skills on me." "Oh, too bad, I kind of liked the idea of you dressed in a maid's uniform. I think you would look rather cute. And the pictures would give me leverage for even ..." My Robert put up his hand as if to say "Enough already, you win." and headed for the bathroom mumbling something under his breath. I smiled at him with a bit of a triumphant air as I watched him disappear into the bathroom. Soon there came the sound of an electric razor signaling my reluctant husband's compliance. My Robert soon opened the door and started to emerge from the bathroom, but I stopped him by placing both of my hands on his chest and gently pushing him back into the bathroom. I indicated for him to have a seat on the toilet (the cover was down as I was the last person to use it). I took a position in front of my Robert and beside my half of the vanity, savoring the moment for a bit before getting to work. Opening the top drawer of the end cabinet, I reached into its darkest regions to retrieve bottles that hadn't seen the light of day in a decade. I chose a bottle of a heavy foundation makeup that best matched my Robert's skin color and would cover over blemishes and marks that come with doing things that men do in the course of a day. This was applied to his entire face and down onto his neck, feathering it onto his shoulders and chest. The effect was subtle, but startling none the less. I motioned my Robert to come have a look in the mirror. He got up with a bit of a scowl and moved just far enough to stare into the mirror, but not for long. Instead he turned back to me, shrugged his shoulders, and gave me a look that said he couldn't see any difference as he returned to take his seat. That was alright as he soon would see more than a difference, for it was time for the real magic to begin. First, I had to hide his masculine features, and then reshape his face to be more female in structure using both lighter and darker foundation shades. It was not an easy thing to do by any means and my skills were taxed to their limits, and with my being something of a perfectionist, I ended up redoing key areas over and over again. My Robert grew more and more tired of my antics, but fortunately, I finished up just as he started to squirm around. I again motioned him to the mirror. He again got up with a scowl but that instantly changed upon reaching the mirror. The look of astonishment on his face was priceless. The image that looked back at him was clearly different to the point that he could easily be mistaken for a younger woman with a change of hairstyle, and I had a way of doing just that. As my Robert stared at the image in the mirror, I quickly left the bathroom headed for my bedroom closet, pulled open the bi-fold doors, and retrieved a round box from the upper shelf. I pulled off the lid, tossing it onto the bed, and took out the object within. I dropped the box on the bed as I returned to the bathroom. I hid the object as I snuck up behind my unsuspecting husband who was still captivated by the image in the mirror. In one quick smooth movement, I fitted in place upon my Robert's head, a golden blond wig styled in a pixy cut; a remnant from a past costume party. He started to fight back but instantly stopped when he caught sight of his image in the mirror. The image that looked back at both of us was clearly that of a woman and would stand up to anything less than a close examination, and there was a way of preventing that, by distracting the eye, giving it something more to look at. But first I wanted to gloat over my victory. I snuggled up behind him wrapping my arms around his waist and placing my head near his ear. "You look pretty good, but now I will show you, with nothing more than the same makeup that every woman out there uses every day, just how convincing a woman you can be." As I released him, my Robert turned to face me and then backed up to retake his seat on the toilet with a posture that said he was ready for more. I smiled down at him playfully before getting down to work. From my half of the long cabinet above the vanity and under the wall mirror, I selected what I would need to complete my husband's transformation. His eyes were the first area to be enhanced. I cleaned up the shagginess of his eyebrows with a small amount of tweezing and trimming (which he surprisingly sat still for), and then gave them a flowing, tapering look with a dark pencil. The lashes received a light application of mascara. Eye shadow was subdued and natural looking. His lips were given a coat of lipstick that had just enough color to make them ever so slightly standout and was applied slightly outside his natural lines here and there to give a more feminine shape. A light brushing of rouge to his cheeks completed my work. He moved to the mirror all on his own and stared. "So, you still think the video was a fake?" "Wow, I'd have to say, that possibility is fast disappearing. This is, well, I just don't seem to have the words for it. It's..." "Do you like what you see?" "I don't know just how to answer that." "Try yes or no." "Come on, you know that any answer I give, you are going to jump on and twist in to something you can use to coerce me into doing more than this." "I'm going to do that anyway. I just thought that you should be honest with yourself so that you can enjoy the ride you are on." "The ride is over. You have proven that the video is real. Now, let's get this stuff off." "Nothing doing, I haven't taken you as far as the man in the video went, and that was our deal. So sit back down and relax as I transform you from a nice, ordinary woman, to a stunning, sexy, free spirit girl that will fill a man's head with desire." "Hey, I got limits as to what I'll put up with and you know it. You're getting a little too wrapped up in this. This is good enough for whatever games you have in your twisted mind." I smiled reassuringly at my Robert, but that quickly turned into a leer accompanied by a shaking of my head no. I knew what I wanted and I was going to have it. My husband became visibly apprehensive, but before he could utter any protests, I gave him a little push in the direction of the toilet, and as he sat down, I reached for makeup suitable for a night out clubbing. Eyeliner was applied just above the upper lashes and drawn out to a little beyond the eyes, followed by the same to the lower lashes, drawing it out to meet the upper line. Eye shadow was next and was bold in color and application, really drawing one's attention. The overall effect was riveting but lacked the degree of femininity I desired. After some intense thought, I determined that it was the eyelashes that were at fault and easily fixed with an eyelash curler. I retrieved mine from the vanity drawer and displayed them before my Robert. He looked at the tool in my hand and made ready to protest, but a stern look of warning from me cut him off. He wasn't happy, but allowed me to use the tool to work its magic. It was just the touch that was needed and a heavy application of mascara intensified the look. With the eyes at the level wanted, it was then time to work on the lips. The lipstick I had applied earlier was wiped off and one of a bright red color was applied, outlined with a dark pencil, and then covered in lip gloss. I looked over my work and gave a slight affirmative nod of my head, and then gave a definite nod toward the mirror. My Robert took the hint, and once again moved to stand in front of the mirror. The look of surprise that swept over his face said it all. "So, what do you think?" "Where did I go?" "What do you mean where did you go? You're standing in front of the mirror." "Yeah I know, but I don't see me IN the mirror. I see an unknown woman that's mimicking my every move and dressed in my clothes." "I see what you mean. Fortunately, all of that is easily fixed. First, we'll take care of the unknown by giving HER a name." "Whoa, let's not go there. I'm on the verge of freaking out already. It's time for ME to return to..." "Nothing doing. I've put too much time and effort into this transformation to just wipe it off and toss it into the waste basket. Besides, when I entertained your little French maid fantasy, I ended up dressing the part for the entire evening. So, fair being fair, you are going to spend the rest of the evening made up as a woman. And as I recall, you also gave me a French name, so it's only fitting that I get to name you, and I have decided that this new version of you, shall be known as Leigh." Leigh was a young woman I had come across at a frat party who had a free spirit sexuality that reached out and grabbed me. She instantly became the one I wanted to experience my then new found desire to explore lesbian sex with. But that sexuality also attracted the jocks that she was hanging around. They were all trying to impress her with their virility, while she was hinting that she wanted to dance. There was only one thing that the jocks wanted to do with a girl like her and it wasn't dance. Seeing a possible opening, I approached her and tried to get her to dance with me. She politely fended me off and refocused her attentions on the jocks. I made some attempts to change her mind adding some obvious sexual flirts, but to no avail. It was a clear message that she didn't have any interests, or even a curiosity, in a lesbian encounter. I was filled with a feeling of being totally shot down, and for the most part, forgot about exploring my curiosity in sex with a woman. "That's kind of a strange name, why Leigh?" "Don't ask things that you really don't want to know just yet. Now, Leigh, we can't have you spending the evening in my husband's clothes, so accompany me to my closet where I'm sure we can find something that is much more appropriate for the way you look." My poor husband was either too shocked to move or simply refused to. It didn't matter, as it wasn't going to stop me from dressing him in my clothes. I left the bathroom without him, reached my closet and opened up the doors. I looked over my evening dresses and selected the shortest dress I had, a light weight, black, fit and flare with the hem a good five inches above the knee and with the bodice covered in black sequins. It was attention grabbing, sexy, and feminine to the extreme. I returned to the bathroom doorway and held the dress up in front of me for my Robert's approval. "Oh no, I am NOT wearing such a frilly dress, nor any other dress for that matter." "Why not? You've worn my clothes before." "But that was your skirt and was only for several minutes, not..." "Alright, you can wear a skirt then." My Robert was about to protest but I cut him off. "Hey, I wasn't given the choice of uniforms to wear and that means I can force you to put on this dress. However, if you are willing to pay up without ANY more protests, then I will agree to your preference for wearing a skirt. If that's agreeable, then you can come back into the bedroom and start taking of your clothes ... ALL your clothes." I briefly leered at my Robert before returning to my closet where I returned the dress to its place with no small amount of disappointment. A brief moment of hope came with the thought that my Robert might stubbornly hold his position giving me the opportunity to force him to wear the dress I had selected. But it was not to be, as a covert glance at the bathroom entrance caught my Robert emerging and headed for the bed where he started to undress, tossing his clothes onto the bed. It was a clear sign that he had agreed to my terms. Oh well, if my Robert wants to wear a skirt, then a skirt he shall wear. An appropriate outfit quickly came to mind. A suitable skirt was located, pulled out, and presented to my Robert. He in turn stopped undressing and stared disapprovingly at the pink, above the knee, hip huger skirt. I smiled at him with a hint of triumph before removing the skirt from its hanger and tossing it at him. Instead of catching it, my Robert deflected it with the back of his hand and forearm onto the bed. As my Robert resumed undressing, I refocused my attentions on finding just the right top to go with the skirt. It wasn't long before I was holding a fuzzy pink, round neck, cashmere sweater in front of my now naked husband. Instead of tossing it at him, I sashayed up to him dangling the sweater from one finger. As I passed him, I draped the sweater over his shoulder. My Robert grabbed it and flung it towards the bed with it landing on top of the skirt, as I continued on to my dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, I retrieved a matched, pink lacy bra and panty set. I teasingly displayed them in front of him before neatly laying them out on the bed next to the piled up sweater and skirt. A glance at my Robert caught him staring down at the lingerie with a look that said he was not happy about having to wear my frilly undergarments. It was also clear that he wanted to protest, but knew he couldn't. The mischievous girl in me took the opportunity to have a little fun at his expense. "I will leave you to get dressed. Putting on the sweater will muss your hair. You can use my hair brush to smooth it back in place. It's in my drawer in the vanity. Oh, and you should check yourself out in my full length mirror when you're finished getting ready. When you get your fill of posing, you can come out and join me on the sofa." That last sentence was going to be my Robert's undoing. He already had to dress per our agreement, but now he had to do it as fast as he could or give me ammunition to make claims that he liked looking and dressing as a girl and just loved to pose in front of a mirror. He could deny until he was blue in the face, but it would be to no avail as he couldn't prove he didn't do what I could claim. Perhaps my Robert came to the same conclusion, for he came out of the bedroom to join me in the living room faster than I would have imagined, fully dressed, and without a single strand of hair out of place. I looked up at him from my spot on the living room couch with an appreciative look. The mischievous girl in me saw another chance to have some fun. "I'm impressed. I would never have thought that you could get dressed in such unfamiliar clothing so fast. But wait, a thought occurs to me. Maybe my clothes are not as unfamiliar to you as I might think. Perhaps you enjoyed our past clothing swap more than you have let on to and have been playing dress up when I've been away for the day. This is a side of you I simply have not expected and would love to explore to all its extremes with you." "Stop that crap right now or I'm going back to the bedroom and get out of this getup. Screw the agreement." "Oh, what's this, a threat, instead of an action? That tells me that you really like looking and dressing as a woman or you wouldn't be giving me a chance to smooth your ruffled feathers. Very well then, come, join me here on the sofa and we will explore something new." "Hey, I do NOT like doing this, but I'm man enough to pay up any imaginary debts that you feel that you incurred when you submitted to my harmless fantasy." "Imaginary debts? Harmless? Do you even remember what you had me do and all of the teasing that came with it? And let us not forget how I ended up bent over the dining room table with you standing behind me with your pants and shorts down around your ankles, holding me firmly by my waist with both of your hands. And do you remember WHAT you were doing to me from behind? Ah, I can see that you do remember. Well, now it's my turn and we shall see if you 'enjoy' entertaining MY fantasy as much as I 'enjoyed' entertaining YOUR fantasy. Come Leigh, join me." My Robert mumbled something under his breath (spiced with a few four letter words), but came and sat down beside me in a less than ladylike manner. I made note to change that. For the most part we watched TV, but it wasn't long before I started to put the moves on Leigh. It was my Robert that responded to my advances which was not what I wanted. It took seemingly forever to change that, but eventually, by use of verbal and physical "suggestions", my Robert changed his reactions to be more along those a girl would make. And with each change he made, I became more and more turned on, which triggered more girl-like behavior in my Robert, causing him to slip deeper into the role of Leigh. The continuing suppression of my Robert combined with the beginning emergence of Leigh, encouraged me on, until we soon ended up in a full blown, passionate, quasi girl on girl make out session that escalated to my wanting sex. While French kissing Leigh, I got up off the sofa and started to pull away from her. Leigh tried to maintain the kiss by first stretching out her neck and then body, and finally rising up off the sofa. I broke off the kiss and with a shy grin, started to back towards the bedroom. Leigh smiled back at me and then brought her hand up to cover her mouth. I let go with a little giggle then turned away and quickened my pace to the bedroom with Leigh hot on my heels. We entered the bedroom, embraced, and resumed our passion. It wasn't long before we were stripping off our clothes. That is when my Robert surfaced and made ready to remove his wig, but I stopped him with a negative shake of my head and a sly grin. He appeared to be unsure as to what I wanted, but slipped back into being Leigh anyway. We pulled back the bed covers and climbed onto the bed with me more than ready to explore this new experience ... but not yet ready to share the sorted details as Leigh is rather shy about our intimate moments. What I can do, is sum things up by saying that it wasn't all lesbian sex, and understandably so. In spite of appearing to be a very desirable woman, my Robert wasn't equipped as one where it counted. Still, it was a very satisfying beginning that I wanted to expand on. The big question was would my Robert? The answer would have to wait until morning as that is when we talked about anything new that one of us had introduced in the nights lovemaking. We drifted off to sleep snuggled up to each other. In the morning, I awoke before my Robert and while waiting for him to awaken, formed an idea as how to get him to discuss the night's activities as well as extend this new experience a little longer. At that point, my Robert finally awoke (with a little "encouragement" from me). "Morning, my 'new' love." "What? New love? Oh right, cute. You know, that has got to be the strangest evening ... and night ... that you've sprung on me since we married. And just where did that come from?" "Oh, it's just a little something from my college days that I um ..." "Whoa, wait a minute. You mean to tell me that you were a lesbian or bisexual back then?" "Not exactly. Back then I was beginning to open up sexually and I wanted to explore as much as I could. Sleeping with a girl was part of it. But it just didn't come to pass and was soon forgotten." "So, now you are saying that you were straight?" "Yeah, but curious, and I still am." "That's mildly disturbing, but even more disturbing is last night's activities. For the most part, you treated me as a woman even though I'm not one." "But you definitely passed as one in looks and eventually in action. How else would you expect me to react to you?" "Ah, but all of that was your doing. You knew I wasn't a woman as it was YOU who change my appearance to that of a woman, YOU who dressed me as a woman and YOU who coached me to act as a woman. How can you block all that out? I don't believe that to be possible." "Come, I will show you just how easy it was. Come on, get out of bed. Come into the bathroom." My Robert reluctantly got out of bed and followed me to the bathroom. I intentionally moved down to my half of the vanity, forcing my Robert to stand before his half where he was used to seeing himself in the mirror. "Now have a look in the mirror." "What the ..." "See? Even after all of our passionate lovemaking, you are still Leigh!" "This can't be. Just what kind of makeup did you use on me? Oh we have to get this stuff off, now." "Nothing doing, Leigh! I'm going to remove the makeup around your mouth so you can address some facial hair you seem to be cursed with. I will then leave you to freshen up, so to speak. When you are finished, I will come back to touch up your makeup. After I've freshened up, I will join you in the bedroom. We are then going to put on a couple of my Robert's long, men's dress shirts, followed by going to the kitchen for breakfast. And don't even think of protesting girl." Surprisingly, my Robert went along with this new directive, perhaps he enjoyed being Leigh more than he was willing to let on to. That was something I wanted to discuss over breakfast. Things proceeded as I had directed, and with his makeup repaired, my Robert slipped back into the persona of Leigh and moved into the bedroom to await me. I soon emerged from the bathroom and together we headed for my husband's bedroom closet, pausing only to locate and put on our panties. I opened up my husband's closet and we each selected and put on a one of his dress shirts and headed for the kitchen. As we entered the kitchen, I directed Leigh to have a seat on one of the bar stool at the raised side of the central island, while I headed for the refrigerator to retrieve the fixings for a girls breakfast, that is to say, an omelet, a croissant, a small bowl of assorted berries, and a cup of Caf? Mocha latte. During the preparations, I engaged Leigh in girl talk and occasionally brought up some of the nights more pleasurable experiences. Leigh was initially shy in talking about girl on girl sex, but soon opened up as I served breakfast and joined her on an adjacent bar stool. Encouraged by this, I quickly steered the conversation to getting Leigh to admit that she liked the night's events, but Robert, perhaps sensing a trap, rose up and shut the door on that line of discussion. Breakfast also came to an end, signaling that it was time for my Robert to reemerge, but I still wanted to see if he enjoyed being Leigh and to what degree. Subterfuge, in the form of some carefully chosen words spoken in a soft, casual manner was in order. "Well, your debt has been paid in full and as they say, all good things must come to an end. Of course, you can spend the rest of the day as you are, if you like." "I can't, I have too much to do around the house today." "Sooo, you DO like dressing up as Leigh!" "What, um, just where did you get that from?" "You just said 'I can't.' instead of 'No way!'. Admit it, you enjoyed being Leigh." "I'm admitting nothing. You are reading too much into a casual remark." "Alright then, have it your way. So, shall we at least add last night to our repertoire?" "Aaaaa, well, ummmm, I suppose we can, maybe on one of your special days, like your birthday, or..." "I'm thinking something much more frequent." "More frequent? What, like, maaaaaay beeeeee ... once a month?" "That's a good start, but hey, we can always adjust the schedule as you come to admit that you enjoy slipping into an alter ego, even if it is a female one." My Robert didn't verbally respond, but his body language said that he could be coaxed into the persona of Leigh more than once a month without much effort on my part. We retreated back to our master bath where my Robert took a seat upon the toilet. As I made to remove his wig, my thoughts drifted to the real Leigh and how she had her hair. The wig my Robert was wearing wasn't right, neither in color nor the style. I made a mental note to pick up a more suitable wig. Finally, as I removed the last of the previous night's efforts from his face, I thought about a more complete lesbian experience, and that meant a strapon for me to wear, and use. Now, a strapon was something I knew my Robert would never submit to, and would probably leave me if pressed. No, I had to find an alternative, something he would enjoy in conjunction with our normal lovemaking and could later be adapted for use as a strapon for my lesbian needs. And if anyone knew of such a device, it would be Carla at work. This was one time when I simply could not wait for Monday to come. With the weekend still to go, that wait became more and more unbearable. Chapter 3 Monday morning finally decided to put in an appearance, I pounced on the moment and wasted no time prepping and getting to work and then seeking out Carla. I found her just as she was entering her cubical next to marketing. "Morning Carla." "Sharon, it's been awhile since you've ventured into these parts. So, what brings you around this time: business or pleasure?" Hopefully pleasure, specifically in the bedroom. As good as my husband is in bed, he's more concerned with my pleasures than his own. That's great for me, but I fear that he isn't getting enough out of sex to satisfy his needs. Do you know of some toy that would cause him to get more out of our love making?" "Hummmmm, I believe you seek a prostrate stimulator. You stick one of those in his bum and his every little movement will cause it to rub against his prostate, sending waves of sexual stimulus through him ending with a more intense orgasm than normal. And that brings up a caution, during intercourse with the device installed, as he approaches his climax, he could lose control over his actions to the point of becoming rather aggressive, if you know what I mean." "That could workout to my advantage as there have been times when I've wanted him to be much more, aggressive, in his love making. We've talked about it and he has made attempts, but he always comes up short of what I want, fearing he might hurt me. I can't convince him that he's experienced enough that he probably won't cause any serious pain. It sound like with the device, he won't have any choice but to give me what I want. So then, all we have to do is insert the device just before he does me. Perfect." "You don't have to wait until intercourse to use it. If it's in place at the start of your love making, then there is a good chance that it can work its magic all through foreplay, making him a more aggressive, and in charge, lover. And in some men it can even trigger an internal orgasm." "Internal? You mean something along the lines of a woman's orgasm?" "I guess you could call it that. But more accurately, he sort of comes but doesn't ejaculate, so he's still good to go with intercourse." "Wow, it sounds like a prostrate stimulator could add a whole new dimension to our sex life. Thanks! Um, do you happen to know where the best place to find one of these little wonder toys is?" "Sure do. Here, I'll write down the name, address, and the nearest cross streets." I couldn't believe it, there actually was a device that I might be able to adapt for use in lesbian sex with my Robert that he just might accept and even enjoy. I made a mental note to stop at the shop on the way home. "Thanks Carla." "My pleasure. Hey, let me know how things turnout with Robert. Wink wink, nudge nudge, know what I mean?" I started to laugh, and then started to feel a little embarrassed, causing me to bring my hand up to cover my mouth. As I turned away, I uncovered my mouth and while trying to suppress a big grin by tightly pressing my lips together, waved my hand back and forth as if to say "not going to happen". I returned to my cubical in a rather giddy mood and filled with thoughts of what I would find at the sex shop, but that only caused the rest of the work day to move at a snail's pace. Quitting time finally rolled around and I headed out of the company towards a new and unknown adventure. On the way, my thoughts came to dwell on the likelihood of having to deal with a man at the store. For some reason, that caused me a small degree of anxiety, odd, given my open sexuality. The sex shop was easy to find, although it turned out to be on the outskirts of a rather sleazy part of town. Fortunately none of the local denizens were about. I guess there was still too much sunshine left in the day to risk venturing out from under whatever cover they were holed up in. I parked in front of the shop and not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, quickly exited my car and entered the shop hoping to make my visit a short one. I was greeted by a whole host of sex paraphernalia as well as the stares of a bohemian looking woman behind the sales counter, a bit of luck there. Still wanting to keep my visit short, I decided to forgo a search through the shop and just ask the saleswoman where what I wanted was. She didn't answer, but motioned me