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At first I didn't quite believe it. My wife, Marla, was going to spend a whole month or more with her mother in Wisconsin. She was having work done on her house, so Marla was going to help with the contractors and while the work was being done, they would go to the lake house. Marla could then run back and forth to be sure work was being done right, but still have a vacation. Since her dad passed away, she had done much more with her mom, well as much as she could, given how far we lived from her. But she had never stayed this long. Our girls were long gone, through college and on their own, so that left me in the house alone. Not that I was complaining, more like I couldn't quite believe my good fortune. I am a cross-dresser, but don't do it in front of my wife. She knew I dabbled in 'dress-up' as she called it, when we started dating. But she had never shown an interest in it, and I felt odd even thinking about being in women's clothes around her. I kept my clothes hidden and to be honest, I think she believed I had not done it since we married. I did love to dress up and more. When I had the opportunity, I went all out. I loved having my nails polished, wearing makeup, and curling my long hair. After I retired, I let my hair grow to about my shoulders. Normally I wore it in a ponytail, but when I could, I styled it. For me, getting to sleep in a cute baby-doll nightgown with curlers in my hair was the epitome of femininity. I played around the first few days, until I settled on a couple of hair styles, depending on how I rolled my hair. This time I had also taken a step I had never made before. I shaved myself completely, even my pubic hair, leaving just a small strip above my cock. When my body was totally smooth, I glued on my pair of expensive breast forms. In a bra or nightgown, they looked real, the nipples poking through the fabric. It had been 10 days and I was in heaven. Our place is at the back of a subdivision of houses with large lots, some bordering on small gentlemen's farms. So it was very private, with our closest neighbors about a quarter mile away. I could go for days without seeing someone, except the mailman or paper guy. That allowed me to be in women's clothes constantly. I had brought them out, hung the dresses and skirts in my closet and replaced my male clothes with female ones in my dresser. The only time I was without nail polish, makeup, styled hair, and my breast forms was my weekly trip to town to buy food or household items. I even wore women's short-shorts when I rode my mower to cut the grass. My wife had planned to have a little work done on our rear deck, add some lighting to make it useable at night, but our regular handyman always called a day or so before he would start a job. That would allow me plenty of time to resume my male identity while he was here; the good thing was the work would only take a couple of days. So I had settled in to a lovely routine. I would roll my hair each evening before going to bed. If I needed to, I would also change my nail color; I had to admit I loved matching my outfits, including polish, clothes and makeup as much as I could. In the morning, I would get up, put on a short, sometimes sheer robe, over my nightie, get the paper, and have a cup or two of coffee while I read the paper on our screened-in porch adjacent to the deck. Then I would get dressed for the day and piddle around the house, thoroughly enjoying my femininity. This morning was much like the others, only I had woken earlier and gotten the paper just after it was delivered while it was still dark. Seeing as it was too dark yet to read on the porch, I decided to make up my face first rather than after I read the paper. I had gotten quite good at it, so today I applied my normal foundation with a peach blush on my cheeks. I used a matched palate of peach and brown eye shadows, heavy mascara with lash extenders, eye liner, and a light brown brow color to highlight my eyes. I finished it off with a coral lipstick that matched my nail polish. Later I would change from my light blue, lace baby-doll, with matching G-string panty, into a blue print dress to do housework and later change into a coral eyelet dress and matching sandals for the evening. Once I was dressed, I would comb and spray my hair so it looked darling. When I finished my face, I decided not to wear the matching robe but did slip on my bedroom slippers, white with a flirty bow across the vamp and 4 inch heels. My hair was still in the plastic rollers that gave me the curly hair I wanted for my outfit, covered by a light blue lace hair bonnet. Seeing as I was going to roll my hair every night, I had bought several lacy head-wraps, one to match each of my nightgowns. As I said, I loved to match as much as I could. Grabbing the paper and a cup of coffee, I went out the French doors to the porch. I had just stepped outside and was walking toward my favorite wicker chair, eyes focused on the headlines when I heard him. "Good morning, aren't you looking darling today." I froze almost in mid-step and glanced toward the deck where the voice had come from. Standing there was Carl our handyman. He was wearing a flannel work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a paint-splattered, torn pair of jeans, work boots, and a leather tool belt around his waist. He was tall, probably 6'2" with a solid body, tanned and toned from years of manual labor. He kept his hair, light brown with a touch of gray, cut short and had a thick mustache. His face often had a heavy five- o'clock shadow, and his forearms were very hairy, suggesting he had a lot of body hair. He was quite a contrast to me, especially now. Even when I had my light blonde body hair, I was not hairy. I had fair skin, not tanned at all, with a slight frame proportional to my short 5'7" height. My face was dominated by my large, light blue eyes, small nose, and rather plump lips. With my face made-up, my feminine features were really highlighted. As I stood there, my heart seemed to stop and I was in a panic. I could feel the cool air across my bare butt; the rounded cheeks which I knew were girly in appearance, trembling a bit from fear. My cock, small like my hands and feet, was tucked away. I had been tucking it back, my balls pushed inside me, since Marla went to Wisconsin, so it had shrunk to almost nothing unless I played with it. So it didn't show at all, despite how small the sheer thong was; only my delicate little landing strip showed in front. I didn't know what to do or say. I knew I looked totally feminine, but recognizable to Carl, as he had met me many times. I just couldn't understand how this had happened, so I blurted it out. "What are you doing here? You were supposed to call first." He chuckled, obviously enjoying finding me in this predicament. He took a step toward the screen door, which was latched with only a small hook. "I smelled your coffee and was going to see if I could get a cup. I called your wife's cell phone yesterday, as my schedule opened up, to see if I could fit your job in today. She said you were here, and to just go ahead and do the work. You know Marla normally arranges all my jobs for you guys." He stood there, just staring at me, making me more and more nervous. My mind was racing, trying to judge the impact of him finding me like this. I knew he did a lot of work in our area, and in our small town almost everyone knew him. I had no idea what he thought of seeing me like this, but I doubted he would understand. Frozen in fear, I stood there trying to decide how to explain my appearance or even what to say next. "Why don't you unlatch the door, I want to come in." Carl spoke not like he was asking, but more like an order. Or at least it seemed that way to me. Knowing he had the advantage, I quickly decide to be amiable and then try to explain or at least get him to keep this quiet. I couldn't think of anything else in such short order, so I put my coffee and paper on the side table, and stepped to unlatch the door. He swung the screen door out and stepped into the screen porch. This put him in close proximity to me and I saw him scan me up and down, his eyes squinted just a bit but his mouth still in a wide grin. I felt like I was going to throw up. "Now how about you get me a cup of coffee, honey, black will do just fine." Again, he had a note of command in his voice, and not knowing what else to do, I retreated into the house and the kitchen. I momentarily was tempted to flee. To go upstairs and shed my feminine trappings, but I realized it would do no good. He had seen me and to change now, at least in this manner, wouldn't help. I did decide that after I gave him his coffee, I would go change. No way did I want to remain dressed this way, half-naked with him around. So I poured him a cup, and by habitat put it on a saucer. My hands were trembling and I had to walk slowly in the heels to keep from spilling it. Finally I made it out again to the porch. He was sprawled back in one of the wicker chairs. His arms resting on the sides and his long legs stretched out spread widely apart. He reached up, took the coffee from me, and took a quick sip. "Very nice, that must be one of those high-priced seasonal blends, isn't it?" "Yes, yes it is. It's called Sweet Summer Roast, and is supposed to have a light, but rich flavor." "Well it does taste good, not like that burnt taste of the convenience store coffee. That's one bad thing about a small town, not many choices. I'll have to remember this; maybe I could swing by and get a cup to start the day." With that he laughed, letting me know he was kidding. I was trying to decide how to proceed next. I mean he hadn't acted hateful or seemed offended my appearance. In some ways, he acted as if this looked normal. But he did subtly remind me of the small town we lived in. I think it was to reinforce how vulnerable I was. He took another sip of the coffee, looked at the saucer and slowly shook his head. I don't know why I had chosen to use our china, it was a light flowery design that my wife loved. I loved it too when I was dressed femininely as it fit in with my image. But I should have given him a mug; we had some with an earth-tone color that wouldn't have looked so delicate. He glanced back up at me just as I was going to tell him I would be back after I got dressed. "Why don't you kneel down here for me princess?" I didn't know what he meant, or didn't want to understand. A puzzled look filled my face, but inside I was getting really nervous now. Seeing my confusion, he continued. "Down here, between my legs. You're too pretty to just stand there. I like that nightie, very sexy. I guess I never realized how cute and round your ass is. Better than a lot of girls in town. I can see why you like showing it off in those tiny panties. Better yet, you look like you have a pussy in front. A sheer outfit like that doesn't hide much, and it seems you have little to hide." "Well I was just getting ready to head upstairs to change. I mean I should get dressed, and then we can go over your plans for the deck." "Oh you don't need to change; you look good to me just like this. Reminds me a lot of my ex-wife, she loved to wear little sexy things like that. Did her hair up in curlers too. I hadn't seen that look in a couple of years since she left me. Didn't realize how much I missed it. So just kneel right here while I sip my coffee. The work won't take long, so we have time to spare." My stomach started to knot up and I felt my face flush. But I did as he asked and settled in on my knees, just outside his spread legs. I wanted to keep my distance if possible. "Come closer, I won't bite. One reason I missed this look, is what it reminds me of. When we were married, I'd wake up every day with a morning woody, my cock hard as mahogany. Back then, she loved me and took care of me. She'd roll over, or get out of the bed and kneel in front of me and suck me off. That was a great way to start the day. I loved feeling her head, hair wrapped up in curlers, as she went up and down on me, kissing, licking, and eating me up. I never lasted long in the morning. I'd fill her mouth up in no time. That's something else I missed seeing, her smiling at me and swallowing my cum. No it's not been the same since she left. Now I just go to work, not at all satisfying like before." Staring at me, he spread his legs a bit further apart and with his free hand he waved me toward him. I was in a full panic now. I could feel a bead of sweat run down the side of my face from the temple and my pulse was racing. This was a nightmare. But I did as he wanted, and slowly inched forward on my knees. As I got closer, he put his hand on my shoulder and forcefully pulled me toward him until I was right next to him, within inches of the fly of his jeans. With me so close, he took his hand off my shoulder and dropped it down, leaning forward some to reach around me. I felt him grab my ass, softly squeezing the flesh. Instinctively, I looked over my shoulder. His large hand fully cupped my left cheek and he stroked it lightly. I heard him chuckle again and I turned to face him. "Marla told me she had been gone for a while and wouldn't return for at least three weeks. So while she's been gone, you've taken over the role of woman of the house? I guess you've been prettying yourself up for some time. I mean if I didn't know you were her husband, I'd assume you were a real woman. Must say, you've got the face and body for it. Nice ass and big full lips, just the kind of woman I go for. I'd bet she doesn't even know about this pretty little princess in her house, does she?" I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry. So rather than squeak out an answer, I just shook my head no. "And I know no one in town has seen such a cutie, or it would be the hot gossip. I guess you want to keep it that way? Keep it just our little secret?" Again not trusting my voice, I nodded in agreement. Carl was a smart man. I understood the implications of what he was saying. I would need to do as he asked, if I wanted to keep Marla and the rest of the town from knowing about me and my secret feminine identity. As I agreed with him, he took a small sip of coffee and smiled. "Good, I'm glad to see you're being smart about this. But tell me, what I should I call you pretty thing? Gene doesn't sound right to me, seeing as you look so sexy." I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth trying to get it wet enough to talk. I felt horrible, trapped with no way out. I looked up at him and spoke softly, my voice trembling as I answered. "I don't really have a name like that. I mean I never thought of one." "Well in that case, why don't I call you Stacy? That is my ex-wife's name and given how much you dress like her, it seems right. I liked it too, a real sexy name. So you okay if I call you Stacy?" "Sure if you want, that would be okay." "Fine, now that we have that settled, why don't we see if you can please me like Stacy did? I don't quite have a morning wood, but I'm sure I'll rise up to the occasion. Just go ahead and take care of it, like you do it all the time. I'm sure you know what to do, right? Marla must give you head when you want it, right? Do your best and Marla and everyone else won't know about you, okay?" I knew it was coming, but hearing him say it made me light headed. It took a second before I realized that he was through talking and that I needed to start. I took a deep breath and reached out slowly with my right hand. I lightly took the zipper of his jeans and tried to pull it down. It seemed stuck, so I brought my left hand in to hold the top while I pulled. It went down then, but didn't provide much of an opening. I reached up, undid his work belt and unsnapped his jeans. He shifted slightly allowing me to spread open his fly so I could see his underwear, a gray pair of Calvin Klein's. I noticed immediately the bulge in the front of his shorts. Despite my fear, I reached out to touch them, but wasn't quite sure how to go about it. I heard him chuckle a bit and I looked at his face. "Might work better if you just pull down the front, Stacy; I want you to enjoy the whole package. My ex- always licked my balls when she got it started." I nodded my head as if I saw his point, but hearing him describe it, made me shutter. I reached up, grabbing his briefs on either side of his waist and pulled down. He lifted off the chair as I pulled, and both his drawers and pants moved down to his thighs. As they did so, his cock and balls came free, surrounded by a thick bush of hair that continued up to his stomach. I was struck by the size and girth of his cock. It was not fully hard, lying across his sack with just a bit of firmness. But already he was far beyond the size of my cock even when it was rock hard. I didn't want to, but knew it was inevitable so I lightly grasped his shaft with my right hand. The warmth and softness of the skin to my touch made it real for me. My touch must have felt good to him, because it immediately began to harden. A rush of blood engorging it and expanding its length, but even more so its girth. As I held it in my hand the increased blood flow made it warmer to hold and I hesitated a second, wanting to cry. As I knelt there staring at him, I felt him place his hand on my head, right on top of a couple of my curlers. I recognized this unspoken signal, so closing my eyes I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. The first one was with my lips only partially open, but I followed it quickly with a full French kiss, taking about half of the head between my lips and moving my tongue over the tip. He reacted with a low groan, and said that-a-girl, Stacy. I spread my lips apart and took the full head inside my mouth. This was almost enough to make me throw up, as I could start to taste him now. I had to swallow to keep from gagging. Closing my lips behind the head, but being sure to keep my teeth off his skin, I began to lightly suck him. The sucking seemed to stimulate me, and I could feel saliva returning to my mouth. It also strangely alleviated my desire to throw up. By now he was fully erect, standing up from his crotch. I tried to move down the shaft a little after sucking the head for a minute, but as I did so, his girth stretched out my mouth. He was just so big. I decided to lick it from the outside a minute, so I released him and lightly kissed, then licked his shaft, working my way down toward the base. Carl continued to make low moans and pleased comments, a sort of running commentary on my effort. As I got to the bottom of the shaft, I remembered his comment about his balls. I looked at them; they were as equally big as his cock, bulging in the sack, covered with hair. I could smell him at this point, a strong musky odor with a hint of sweat smell. It struck me as smelling like his cock had tasted. By now, I had decided to press on, that holding back trying to think of a way to make it stop was futile. My quickest way out of this mess, was to make him cum, as disgusting as that sounded. My mind was racing, trying to remember the last time that Marla had gone down on me; it was when we were dating. I vaguely remembered some of the things she had done for me, so try to replicate those for him. Knowing he liked it, I moved to take one of his balls into my mouth, lightly sucking it in. the hair almost made me gag again, but I just held it there becoming comfortable with the hairy feel. I switched out and repeated the process on the other one; I thought of trying to get both in at once, but they were just too big. Hoping this was enough, I began to kiss and lick his shaft moving to the head. By now I could see a drop of pre-cum glistening in the slit. It repulsed me, but I knew I had no options so I licked it off and then put the head back into my mouth. As I took his cock in again, I wrapped my left hand around the shaft and cupped his balls with my right. I caressed them both, using the wetness from my salvia to make my fingers slide over the skin. I couldn't help but see the polished nails as they worked to please him. I leaned over to try to slide down his massive cock again. This time it went a little easier, again the lubrication from my first attempt helped. I surprised myself by how far I could go down his shaft, and it seemed like this time I had almost half of him in me. I could feel his cock pulse as my lips moved over his skin and my tongue worked inside my mouth. I also began to taste him more strongly, an indication that he was leaking more pre-cum. As I worked up and down his cock, Carl moaned louder indicating what I was doing was pleasing. Just as I was setting up a rhythm of going up and down, I felt him place his hands on my head again. He tightly grabbed my curlers with a hand on each side of my head. With sudden pressure he pushed me down as I slid down the shaft, forcing me beyond my previous max point. I felt a momentary gag reflex, but luckily he had begun to pull me up again. He now established the rhythm that worked for him, but each time down he pushed me slightly beyond what I had taken before. I was amazed I hadn't fully gagged yet, but it seemed with him in control I was avoiding it. Once he had me used to going further down his shaft, he moved his left hand to the top of my head, squarely on two curlers. The push down was about the same, and he released the pressure to let me know to come up. I had just completed such a down and up move, when I heard him. "Look up at me Stacy, smile and show me how much you love sucking my dick." I did as he asked, tilting my head back a bit so I could see his face. My mouth was still stretched out around his shaft with the head sitting on my tongue. As I looked up, I tried to smile, but it wasn't much because my lips had little room to move. When I did, I heard a click and saw him holding his phone in his right hand. After the click, he looked at the screen, smiled broadly, and winked at me. "Nice photo, you look really happy, like you were made to suck men off. Now finish me." I had been scared, worried, and nervous before, but now I felt sick and helpless. While I had been going up and down, I tried to plan out what would happen next. How I would keep him quiet and not have to repeat this scene. But with a photo, it was clear he would be in total command. I would have to do whatever he wanted; maybe I could pay him to erase it. I mean, he worked small jobs, so I could give him a big payoff for it. With that in mind, I refocused my efforts on his cock. He began to moan more as I worked my tongue and sucked him as best as I could. He resumed pushing me further and further down his shaft, until amazingly my nose and lips rested against his hairy body. Somehow I had managed to swallow him all without throwing up. Hoping this might be what triggered him, I looked up at him again and moaned softly as if I was excited too. His eyes were closed, but he smiled. Finally I sensed him quicken the pace, and his body stiffened a bit. When I slid up his shaft this time, he held me in place, so that the head of his cock was just inside my lips. I went for it, and circled my tongue over the head and I felt it. His first shot landed on my tongue and he followed with three more, each seemingly large in amount of ejaculate. My mouth was awash with the taste of him, salty, tart, musky, and foreign as if I knew it didn't belong there. After the last pulse, he spoke again. "Let me see; open your mouth." I looked at him, and slowly pulled back letting his cock spring from my mouth, a trail of cum dripping on my chin. With him gone from my mouth, I felt my lips burn from being stretched out for so long. The cum had puddled up in the front of my mouth, covering my tongue and rising to the level of my lower lip. I desperately wanted to spit, but knew I couldn't. So I opened my mouth and as expected I heard the click of his phone, another photo of my debasement. He quickly checked the screen to be sure the photo looked okay. Satisfied, he looked down at me again. "Okay Stacy you can swallow it for me, I know you love doing it." I obeyed, and nearly threw up. The slimy, foul-tasting slug of cum seemed to stick as it went down, so I gulped a couple of times. Then I heard the command. "Open your mouth again, I want to be sure you got it all. This time smile, she always smiled." I spread my lips in a big smile, forced, unnatural looking, but a smile and opened my mouth. The click of the phone and a check of the screen, just like before. This time he laid back and seemed to relax. I rocked back a bit too, my knees hurting from kneeling so long on the porch decking. The burning in my lips had subsided, but my face now flamed red. The humiliation of what I had just done and the knowledge that he had photos of it all were overwhelming. "God that was good. I hadn't realized how much I missed it. You were terrific. My ex- was never able to take me all in like that. You looked perfect too, smiled just like she did after swallowing my cum. I'm glad you seemed to like it too, I heard that moan. That is the sound of an excited woman; I missed hearing that too. You know given my size, once my ex- left me I expected to get lots of women. But in a small town like ours, there aren't many single women or ones that don't want to be married. This was just what I had wanted. But as great as that was, I should get started on your deck. Marla told me what all to do, so I can get going. By the looks of things, you were going to get dolled up. Is that true?" I looked up at him and nodded yes. I wasn't able to talk yet, still in shock from what had happened. He pulled his pants and underwear up and began fastening everything back. "Good, I'd love to see how you look. Go ahead and dress like you were planning. I'll do some work, and then maybe you can make me some lunch. I didn't pack anything today. That way, I can get a good look at you. Just be sure to wear a dress and heels, that look is always hot. Here let me help you up." He stood up and then reached out with his right hand. He almost lifted me up completely on his own, showing me how strong he was. I wobbled a little in my heels, as my legs were a bit numb from kneeling so long. As I stood there, he reached forward with his left hand forcing it between my legs and stroking my cock tucked back in my thong. He caressed it, running his fingers over it, until he seemed to be satisfied. He tweaked it one last time and pulled his hand out, smiling. "Just wanted to see if you were really a guy, you're so small down there. You're not like anything I've seen before, unless it was a baby boy. I like that; it felt more like a pussy than anything. Does Marla seem satisfied by that? I can't imagine that it would feel like much in her." I had to clear my throat to answer, the cum still seemed to be sticking everything together. My voice came out soft, weak, a tone or two higher than when I spoke normally. "Well she's never complained, but I also try to lick her too. She really likes that, comes almost every time." "Well that explains it. I figured you had to be a pussy licker given your puny cock and how well you sucked me. You're more of a natural than my ex- was." With that he stepped back, picked up the coffee cup and saucer and handed them to me. Opening the screen door to step out, he turned. "Thanks for the coffee and I'll see you at lunch." He then went out, headed to his truck. I stood there holding the dishes as if in a trance, not quite believing what all had just occurred. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run upstairs and hide in my bed. I wanted to go take a shower and try to wash off this whole thing. It had been the most demeaning, humiliating, and horrible thing that had ever happened to me. And the worse part wasn't the blow job; it was how he described my penis - "felt more like a pussy". I knew I was small but no one had ever been so direct, so cruel about it. The worst part was I knew it was true. Before now, I had even been happy because I was small. Marla didn't seem to mind and it made my panties fit better. But as I stood there, reality returned. Carl was expecting me to appear fully dressed for him and I wanted to brush this horrible taste out of my mouth. So I went inside, first to the kitchen, and then upstairs to my bathroom. The click of my bedroom heels, which I had always thought sounded so feminine, rang in my ears as I went up the wooden steps, confirming my status as un-manly. Upstairs, I went right to the mirror in my bath. I was a bit surprised by my face. Of course all my lipstick was gone, and there was the dribble of cum on my chin, but the rest looked okay. I quickly wiped off the cum, and the smeared remains of lipstick around my mouth, and then brushed my teeth, twice. I guess it was psychological, but the taste remained. I then repaired my makeup, hesitating a second over my lips, but finally relenting and applying both the lipstick and the shiny gloss to make them look like I preferred. I then went to the closet to choose my outfit. I looked at the dress I had planned on wearing, a simple shirtdress, in white with a blue print, but wavered a minute. Should I go with something more dramatic, something more feminine, or even something plainer? I wanted to try to talk to Carl, and wasn't sure if looking more or less like a female was better. Finally, I just stuck with what I was going to wear. Today was a housework day; I had laundry, dusting, and some vacuuming planned. With that decided, I laid it on the bed, and went to my dresser to select my underwear. I normally wore pretty but often utilitarian lingerie during the day. As with the dress, I stayed with my original plans, grabbing a white lace bikini panty, matching (of course) lace bra, silky taupe pantyhose, and a beige long-leg panty girdle. I know most women didn't wear them anymore, but I loved how they felt. The tight feel around my butt, thighs, waist, and my trapped cock was reassuring to me. I slipped off my baby-doll, dropping it in the laundry basket so I could hand wash it later. I peeled off the little thong too, looking down between my legs as I did. My balls were nowhere to be seen; they had remained up inside me the past few days, adjusting to my placing them there constantly and under the control provided by my tight underwear. My penis, small and shriveled, lay back still pressed against my crotch. I knew if I spread my legs and shook a bit, it would drop down. But given my disappointment in it, I preferred it stay where it was. I pulled on my panty, adjusting it over my buns and using my left hand to softly press my cock up and backwards. That had become an almost automatic movement; something I did whenever I pulled panties up. Before I had loved how I did look like I had a pussy there, rather than just a small cock, but now the look was bittersweet. I placed the bra around my chest, hooking it behind me before I leaned forward so my attached breast forms could fall into the lace cups. I placed my hands over them to adjust everything so that the forms were centered in the cups, their nipples making a prominent bump through the thin fabric. Pantyhose were next. I worked them carefully up my legs. I had become well aware how fragile they were, after just a few wearing's they would develop a run if mishandled. So despite how nervous and worried I was, I took my time. With the stockings stretched taut on my legs and the panty pulled tight, I slipped on my girdle, the firm feeling reassuring me about my situation; an odd feeling but true, as if with a girdle on, I would be safe from unwanted attention. With my underwear in place, I picked up my dress. I remembered when I bought it; I loved the small flower print, the cut of the dress and its' simplicity. It seemed the perfect dress to do housework or putter around in. I especially liked the small coral center to the flowers, coral being one of my favorite colors, especially for makeup. I unbuttoned the front, stepped into it, and adjusted it over my shoulders and bust before closing it. The skirt came down to the top of my knees, with just a bit of flare to emphasize the hips. Its V-neck was cut to show some but not much cleavage, but the thin nylon fabric did allow someone to see both the lace bra and the nipple points of my forms. I always thought it looked classy but a bit sexy. I slipped on the light blue pumps, just a shade lighter than the blue of the print. Now that I was dressed, I went to my vanity and began to remove my hair curlers. I preferred old-fashioned clip rollers, even though they were a pain to sleep in. As I unrolled each one, I was left with a tight curl that stretched down toward my shoulders. With the curler out of my hair, the curl would gradually relax and becoming bigger. With my side part, I would wind up with a loose-curl style that sexily framed my face and bounced when I walked or moved my head. It was one of my favorite styles, although today I wished I had picked something a little plainer. I arranged the curls a little with my fingers and then used some aerosol hair spray to give it the light control needed to keep the curls from just disappearing. With my hair done, I lightly sprayed some of my perfume and headed toward the laundry. I had to start some, despite my horrible encounter with Carl, as I was out of bath towels. As I entered the room, I saw the white bib apron hanging next to the door. I always wore an apron when I did any housework. This one was perfect with my dress; it featured a wavy ruffle around the hem and straps, trimmed in light blue flowers. So I put it on; I guess I was doing what I always did when I dressed, so at least that would seem normal. I started a load of towels and spent about an hour hand washing my lingerie, hose, and a few silk blouses. By then the washer was done, so I put the load in the dryer and started another washer load, this time putting in my clothes from the previous week. Then I went downstairs. I could see Carl working on the deck. He had removed his shirt, showing a thick layer of hair across his chest and stomach. I blanched for a minute when I saw him and remembered what I had done earlier for him. I guess it would always be in my mind. But I had thought and planned what I would say at lunch. I would make him an offer for the photos and his silence that he couldn't refuse. Now I just needed to figure out what to feed him. I had some left-over beef stew, rich with vegetables from our garden and large chunks of steak. That would be good with a salad, or better yet, a thick sandwich. I had roast beef, ham, and turkey, so I could basically make anything. Since I wanted him to appreciate me when I made my proposal, I decided to ask what kind he preferred. It would be hard to talk with him, but I needed to get comfortable speaking with him, if I was to convince him to take my offer. I walked to the back door of the kitchen which opened onto the deck. He was kneeling next to the railing, installing a light. I could see he had already put in four of them, which would create the subtle lighting Marla had wanted. I opened the door, and he turned to look. "My you look beautiful. I love how great your legs look in those heels. I always thought Marla was pretty, but you're cute enough to pass for her sister." I blushed as he complimented me. As a cross-dresser I had hoped to be passable and his comments made me feel good, at least briefly. But I needed to ask him what he wanted. "Thank you Carl that is very sweet, even though we both know Marla is far prettier than me. But I wanted to see if you were about ready for lunch. Are you hungry yet?" "I am, but let me finish with this light installation. Then I'll just need to run the power to them to be done. How about giving me 15 more minutes?" "Sure that would be fine. I was going to make you a sandwich, do you have any preferences? I have beef, ham and turkey." "Turkey would be good. You have Swiss cheese to go with it?" "Yes I do. I can put it all on wheat bread with lettuce and tomato, if you like that?" "Deal, be inside in a few minutes." I shut the door and went to make the meal. I wasn't hungry at all and decided I would talk while he ate, that way I could present my offer without any interruption. The stew was warm in a couple of minutes and I had his sandwich all done. I set a place at our kitchen table and checked to see what I could offer him to drink. I had just put it all on the table when he knocked, and then came in the house. I was at the refrigerator, and held up a local beer. He nodded his head and I brought it to him along with a glass of tea for me. He sat down, took a long swig of beer and began to eat, complimenting me on each item as he tasted it. I sat down across from him, sipped my tea until he was about halfway through the meal. "Carl, I want to talk with you a second. We need to talk about what happened earlier. You've worked for Marla and me for some time now and you've been really great. Skilled, fair priced, and dependable, we really value your work. I need you to show some of that character about how I looked this morning and even what I did for you. I know you realize that you could put me in a very uncomfortable position or even ruin me in this town. It would be devastating to Marla as well. She really has no idea I dress and I have never done anything like this morning, so it wouldn't surprise me if she left me if she found out. So I want you to understand how important it is that this whole thing stays between you and me. I really need to get those pictures you took as well. I couldn't go on if I knew they were out there. Given how valuable they are, as well as how important your silence would be, I am prepared to make you an extremely generous offer. A large sum of money that would make your life so much better and allow me to resume mine as it was. Carl, I'm willing to deposit..." At this point he put his hand up to indicate I was to stop and interjected. "Stacy, that is sweet but to be honest, I've never been about money. I don't think you could offer me enough to forget about his morning. I'll never forget it and as far as the pictures, let's just say they would stay mine as long as you're good. Marla won't have to know, the town won't have to know, the only ones who will know are you and me. What you gave me this morning can't really be bought or replaced and I want to keep it. So just drop it. I'd rather come by again tomorrow morning for more of the same than take any money, okay honey?" He finished eating the sandwich around the last two sentences and stood up, coming over to my side of the table. I was distraught that my plan, my escape, my salvation had not worked, so slumped in my seat. He stood next to me and reaching down lifted me up to stand next to him. I was trembling, scared, disappointed, and unsure of what was going to happen next. He wrapped his arms around me to pull me close to him. I was limp, offering no resistance. Seeing my despair as submission to his plan, Carl leaned over and kissed me deeply. I was totally surprised by this move, but his lips were on mine before I had time to react. The kiss was soft, sensual, and as his tongue probed my mouth, I melted. I was totally spent from the events of the day. His hand lightly gripped my waist and then moved to caress my left breast as if it were real. Pulling back, he whispered that he was done on the deck for today, but would return at 8 am tomorrow. I was to be on the porch, with his coffee waiting for him, dressed like I was this morning. Do that, and all would be okay. With his message delivered, he let me go, went out the back and to his truck. The crunch of his tires on the gravel sounded like my life crumbling. I didn't know what else to do, but cry. Later in bed after doing all my chores, I cried again. But I had rolled my hair, and dressed in a long, sheer nightgown. It was pink with two side slits in front, that went up as high as the small ruffled panty. It took me a long time to fall asleep, not only because of what had happened today, what was going to happen tomorrow, but because the large rollers made laying my head down on the pillow painful. I had decided the pain was justified, for all my sins and stupidity. The next morning, I was awake and had the coffee ready. I had gone down the lane to get my paper, wearing a matching ruffled robe wrapped around me and flat sandals. Back inside, I exchanged my flats for a pair of pink satin slides with 4.5" heels. They were really impractical, almost impossible to walk more than 10 feet in, but they made my legs look killer. I had made my face up again, choosing pinks and rose colors to match my lingerie. Although I had everything ready, I was sort of surprised and disappointed when I heard Carl's truck pull up my drive. I had been secretly hoping he would change his mind, or something, anything so this would stop. But here he came, around back up the deck and into the screened-in porch. This time the door was unlatched, and I was sitting on the other side with a small carafe of coffee and a large mug for him. It was a mug Marla had gotten for me, but in my hands it just seemed too large and I was never comfortable holding it. I reasoned it would suit Carl just fine. "Good morning Stacy, I like that gown. Your legs look totally hot, so long, smooth and sexy. You are a fine piece of ass. Got my coffee ready?" "Morning Carl, I do have your coffee, just the way you like it." I stood up and walked to him, taking small steps because of the heels, but allowing my legs to flash through the side slits with each step. He had sat down in the same chair as yesterday. I handed him the mug and filled it from the carafe. I turned, walked back to place the carafe on the tray next to the couch, trying to wiggle my ass. I could feel the back of the gown twitch against my legs as I moved. If I was going to do him again, I wanted him hot and ready, whatever I could do to make it quicker and faster. My return walk was similar, but I pulled my shoulders back, projecting the attached breast forms forward to highlight them, the eraser-like nipples poking out the sheer fabric. This time I didn't hesitate but sank to my knees directly in front of him, right between his outstretched legs, adjusting the gown so the side slits allowed my legs out. I reached for the belt, and soon had his pants and underwear, this time a navy blue, down to just above his knees. I could tell something was working; either his anticipation or my sultry walk, as he was stiffer than yesterday to begin, and stood almost straight up. I wasted no time but immediately kissed the head, ran my tongue around the rim several times, and licked up and down the bottom and top of his shaft. I wanted him wet as to speed up the action. Moving down, I inhaled each ball, one at a time, toying with it while it was in mouth with the tip of my tongue. All of my moves were paying off, as he groaned right away and gently put his hands on my head, even putting a couple of fingers in one of the large rollers. This time, I moaned too, and whispered, as if to myself, how big and beautiful it was, the biggest I had ever seen, a true wonder. I knew he could hear me. I wanted him to think this was good for me too, anything to speed him to his climax. With him prepped, I began to go down on him, trying to get as much of the shaft in my mouth as soon as possible. My hands played with his balls; I ran the tips of my fingernails lightly over his sack, providing additional stimulation. By now I had gone down his cock about half way and I felt him pressure me with his hands. Like yesterday, he was beginning to establish the rhythm he wanted. The blow job moved quickly and I was able to once again swallow all of him, prompting a loud moan from Carl. This time I wasn't surprised when I heard the click of his phone, or afterward when he blew his load and took my photos again. I wasn't as worried about these as I had been about the first set, because I was expecting them. When I was done, I rocked back and he looked at me, smiled, and kissed my forehead telling me ii was the best he'd ever had. From that point on, he came over every morning and often told me to make lunch for him, if he was working in the area. He loved seeing me dressed both in my morning attire, or more complete feminine outfits. He had taken to kissing me after lunch, and once made he sit on his lap as he kissed me and fingered my 'pussy' through my panties. Despite the outrageousness of the whole scene, I had settled into it, knowing it could only last a few more weeks and would stop with Marla's return. However, I had no more become accustomed to doing him this way, than he jolted my world again. I was kneeling, still between his knees, as he buckled his pants. He looked down at me, obviously content. From his behavior I half expected him to tell me he would be back for lunch, but it was not that. "Tracy, I need to get on to my next job. I'm doing some shingling for the Johnsons. It will be a long day, but I should be finished before dark. I'm coming back; expect me for dinner around 8:30. Also, I'm spending the night. I want one of those truly morning wood blow jobs, like I used to get. So dress pretty for me." "But Carl, you can't spend the night! I mean, isn't what we've been doing good enough?" "Ha, little Tracy, it will be fine. I do love you getting coffee for me, but I want you to suck me in bed. Besides this way we can have more time together. I love your cooking and seeing you in your aprons and heels is a real turn-on. So no more arguing, I expect you to do as I tell you, is that clear?" I was in total shock, as this was so unexpected. I felt trapped again, like the first day when I saw him standing on my deck. I was so numb that I merely shook my head to let him know I would do as he said. Seeing my acknowledgment of his order, he smiled, patted my head, and then left, calling out to me to have a good day. I knelt there a moment to get my bearings. My life was spinning out of control in so many ways it almost made me dizzy. But as I thought about it, I just had to put it in perspective. I mean, Marla's return would still end this daily torment. So if I had to endure Carl being in my house overnight occasionally, then I would just have to adjust. With my mind providing an acceptable rationale for why I could handle it, I began to examine the details of what needed to be done. Unfortunately, I quickly saw that I didn't really have enough food to provide a good dinner, so I would need to shower, wash my hair, and get dressed as a man so I could go to town for supplies. I also needed to do a fair amount of housework, as I wanted clean bed linens if he was going to sleep in my bed. It probably would be a good idea to clean the bath as well. I certainly didn't want him thinking I was a shoddy housekeeper. So with all this to do, I got started right away. After my shower, I got dressed in slacks and a plaid shirt, looking much like any suburban man running errands, although I looked totally strange to myself in this getup. The trip to town went smoothly, as I had worried that maybe Carl had bragged about us, but everyone treated me normally, asking about Marla and kidding me about being a hermit. I did pick up extra items at the grocery; fueled up my car at the filling station; and went by the hardware store to get some oil for my mower and some extra bulbs for the deck lights. Generally when I dressed as a man for a trip to town, I went several places so the locals would see me. It was if I needed to be seen so they would not be suspicious about my long absences around town. Once all my errands were filled, I returned home. Even with all my running around, I still had lots of time to get dressed as Stacy, do my housework, and prepare supper. I used my hot rollers to give myself a loose wavy hair style, made my face up in the coral colors, and put on the coral eyelet dress. It was a bit fancy for housework, but with an apron, I could keep it clean. I did everything I wanted to make my house look good for Carl and had the chicken dinner baking in the oven, by the time he came back from his job. This time when he came up the back steps to the deck, he was carrying a large duffle bag in one hand and an old suitcase in the other. I was surprised by the size of the bags, which I worried meant he was planning to stay more than a night or two. As he entered the kitchen, he dropped the bags, and looked at me smiling, before coming over to give me a light hug and kiss. It always seemed so strange to kiss another man, but I just closed my eyes and imagined I was a real woman; that made it a little easier. Stepping back, he looked at me. "God, every time I see you, you look prettier and sexier. And dinner smells great. I do want to get changed out of these dirty work clothes. Do I have time for a quick shower before supper?" "Yes, I can hold it for a while I thought you might want a beer or a drink first." "Great, I'll take my bags up to our bedroom. You can put my stuff away later. Most of it is work or casual clothes, although I do have a few dress pants and shirts. You don't know how much I'm looking forward to this. I've really missed being close with a woman." He picked up the bags and started upstairs. Since he had worked on most of our house, he knew the layout. I was a surprised by how casual he was about this. His reference to it as 'our' bedroom was an eye opener for me. Also I could see he'd expect me to do more stuff for him than I had anticipated. I had naively hoped it might be just a day or so stay, but from the look of things he might actually stay here until Marla returned. I bit my lower lip and just told myself that I could make it till then. Once in the bedroom, Carl wasted little time in starting the shower, and peeling out of his clothes. I tried to look away, but he came to me for another kiss. His body was indeed sculpted with toned muscle and minimal fat, but mostly hidden by a thick layer of hair. What struck me was how casual he was being nude in front of me. I suspected he was proud of his body and liked to showoff for his partner. This could be a lot more awkward than I expected. Once he was in the shower, I unzipped his bags and began to see what he had packed. Like he said, most of it was work clothes; I assumed the worn jeans, flannel shirts, or paint/stained long-sleeve t-shirts were for work. The cleaner, more comfortable looking sweats, newer tees, and such were casuals for around the house. He did have more dress clothes than I expected, with khakis, newer jeans, polo shirts and long-sleeve dress shirts in the suitcase. He even had a suit with a couple of ties. Looking at the pile of socks and underwear, I got the same feel about how long he was planning on staying. Either that or he had brought all the clothes he had. Shoes were much more limited, one dress pair of oxfords, a pair of work boots, and two pair of sneakers. I put everything in piles on the bed, so I could sort out where to store it all. Because I had put so much of my female clothes in my dresser drawers, there wasn't much room there and Marla's tall chest was still full. The same way with our closet, between Marla and my girl clothes and my male clothes it was pretty full, even though Carl had expanded it once for us. I was standing there looking at it, when he came out of the shower. Smiling he went to a pile of casual clothes, and got a pair of basketball shorts. He put that and a tee on, which surprised me. "Carl, I have your underwear over here if you're looking for them." "No, that's fine. I only use underwear outside; I like the freedom at home, that's one reason I sleep in the nude. I found with my ex- that if I kept everything out where she could get to it, it made it a lot easier for her to please me, if you know what I mean. How about you get me a beer? You can come back up and put this stuff away after dinner." "Okay, I just wasn't sure where it could go. I mean I didn't expect so much and between Marla and me, most of our space for clothes is taken." "That's easy. You won't need any of your guy clothes while I'm around. Just move that stuff to your spare bedroom. I think the extra shelves I put in there would be perfect. No reason to confuse the issue in our bedroom. That way, all the man's stuff will be mine. You girls can have the rest." With that somewhat insulting decision, he smacked my ass and took my hand to lead me downstairs. I was already feeling that he was going to assume a head of the household role. This whole situation was turning out entirely different than I had hoped and I could see no way to turn it around. I followed him down the stairs; he went and plopped down in the den, switching on the TV, while I brought him a beer. I tried to head back to the kitchen, but he took my hand to pull me next to him on the sofa. He wrapped his arm around me to pull me close, kissed me again, and whispered that this was just what he needed. We stayed that way until he checked the baseball scores and finished his beer. He loved dinner, complimenting me several times while he wolfed it down. I could tell that I would need to increase the serving sizes, as he obviously worked up a real appetite at work. When he finished, he came around to kiss me again, sliding his hand down to grope my ass as he did. After the kiss, he winked and told me to bring him another beer. I found myself first cleaning up from dinner and then putting his clothes away while he sat drinking and watching sports. It pained me to move my modest collection of male clothes to the spare room and replace them with his stuff. When I finished, I could see three distinct areas of the closet, Marla's, mine, and the man of the house. It was pretty clear. His clothes were manly, both in style and color. Functional for man's work, designed to be easy to wear, and present a rugged image. My clothes were now all female. Even compared to Marla's area, mine were extremely feminine. Almost everything I owned were pastel, or bright colors with interesting details, like lace, ruffles, glitter, or beads. I had only two pairs of pants, a tight pair of jean leggings and white stretch capris. Both lacked a front fly and pockets, being as feminine as pants could be. The rest of my clothes were now dresses or skirts and blouses. At least I could retreat to my male clothes in the spare room if needed, but it made me feel as if I had ceded my role as a man in my own home. Which as I thought about it, I already had; I mean given the sexual role I had taken on for Carl, there was no other conclusion. After getting everything squared away, I joined him downstairs where he insisted I sit next to him while he watched a pre- season NFL game. The whole time, his hands roamed my body and he would intermittently kiss my neck, cheek or nibble my ear. As it got toward the end of the game, he suggested I go on and get ready for bed. He would join me shortly. I knew what he wanted. Upstairs, I undressed feeling distinctly uncomfortable knowing Carl was downstairs. I hurriedly slipped on a white lace halter nightgown and matching panty. Although I usually didn't keep them on, I left my breast forms attached, so Carl would see me as more feminine. I knew he wanted me in curlers, but I wasn't sure how he would feel seeing me without makeup, but I knew it needed to come off. I decided I was just going to do my normal routine, so I removed my makeup, washing my face after using make-up remover wipes, and then applied my facial moisturizer. I didn't want to wash my hair, so I just sprayed it with setting gel, and rolled it in large rollers. I had just finished with the last one, when he came upstairs. He quickly peeled off his clothes, leaving them on the floor, and slid in behind me kissing my neck and fondling my chest. I squirmed a bit, as I was becoming weary of his unwanted attention. But Carl knew what he wanted and turned me around to kiss me deeply, and sliding his hands to my butt. I hadn't thought about how being around him constantly would always put me in such awkward positions, but now feeling his cock pressed against my thigh while he forced his tongue down my throat reinforced the total helplessness that I felt. Finally he released me and moved to the bed, but not before suggesting I keep some lipstick next to the bed, a subtle reminder that he expected me to pleasure him first thing when he woke. Sleep came fitfully for me, but he dropped off right away. After being alone in my bed for so long, it was difficult adjusting to someone next to me, especially a large hairy man. I did sleep but it seemed far too early the next morning when I heard his watch chime and then felt him roll over next to me, his large cock fully erect. I shook off my cobwebs, applied a light coat of lip gloss, and then got on all fours, kneeling over him in the bed. I plunged right in, knowing that I had to comply. It was a bit different for me being over him, rather than kneeling, and I could only get about half of his cock length in my mouth and throat. But I could tell he was also going to come easier and after about 5 minutes of oral play, he came, again filling my mouth. This time I didn't hesitate but swallowed it right away. I did make sure to lick all of it off his cock head and the smile on his face signaled his pleasure. "Tracy that was fantastic. I so missed that, starting my day this way; I love it. I can tell you're getting hooked on it too. The soft little moans and slurps you make when your sucking me lets me know it's good for you too. But I need to get going. Now that you've had your breakfast, I want you to go down and cook one for me; eggs and bacon will do, just make enough to keep me going. The good thing is I only have about 6 hours of work today, so I can come home early. I'll pick up some steaks to cook on the grill. Just make us something to go with it. I want to give us plenty of time together. I've been dying to tap that sweet ass of yours; I still say it's one of the sexiest in town. I know you prefer pantyhose, but you got any stockings to wear?" I was still processing what Carl had just told me he wanted to do, so it took me a second to reply. I rarely wore stockings, as I didn't like the feel of the elastic-top thigh-high styles, and I only had a few garments with garters. But I did have some. "Yes, I do. Why do you ask?" "Well pick out some sexy ones, maybe with a cute thong; something where I can get to those sweet cheeks. I'd also suggest you get yourself ready down there too, if you know what I mean. I saw a bulb with a nozzle in the vanity when I was looking for towels. Use that and be sure to lube up. I've always wanted to try anal, but my ex- wouldn't go for it and no other women wanted to let me try it because I'm so big. I figure you'd be up for it, to give you a chance to feel what it would be like to have a real pussy. That will give you something to dream about while, I'm gone." With that he stroked me between my legs, roughly fingering my tucked cock, and got out of the bed to get ready for work. I was numb at what he had just told me, but went on as if I was okay. I slipped on some heels and went down to cook his breakfast. I had just finished the bacon and started the eggs, when he came down. I poured him a cup of coffee and he sat at the table. He wolfed down the food, again telling me what a good cook I was. Ready to leave, he came over to me, gave me a big hug and long kiss and then left. This time he exited the front door. It was a subtle sign, but one I caught immediately. He felt like he was at home and wasn't sneaking in or out like earlier. The sudden change in my life over the past 24 hours had me reeling. I had to sit at the table a few minutes to try to process them all. It seems odd now, but I had adjusted to the routine of him coming over each morning for me to suck him. It seemed like a payment, a kind of bribe or payoff of his blackmailing me for his silence. But the situation now seemed more pervasive. He had entered my whole life. I was now serving him almost constantly. Lying in bed last night, hearing his soft snore and feeling his hairy body pressed against mine reminded me that I had been moved from the male role to the female role in my own home. I was no longer the man of the house, at least temporarily. It was as if my entire role playing earlier when I was alone was just preparation for when a true masculine presence would exert his dominance over the household. The last pronouncement, that I needed to "get yourself ready down there", was just the culmination of my forfeiture of my male role in my home. I sat there shaking my head and staring at my polished nails peeking out of my heels. It wasn't hard to determine how I got here, but it was hard to accept it. But I had no choice, at least not yet. So I steeled myself and immersed into the chores of the day. Keeping busy, I avoided thinking about what would happen in the afternoon. I made some side dishes for dinner, cleaned the kitchen, and finally despite my trepidation about his return, prepared for Carl. The first thing I did was put fresh sheets on the bed; I hadn't used these since Marla went to her mom's, but they seemed appropriate now. Silky soft satin, light pink with a dark rose trim, they were a sign I used to let her know I wanted to have a sexy night of lovemaking. I made sure there were lots of candles to reinforce the mood. Then I got ready. I shaved myself all over, being sure that my ass had no trace of hair. I then used Marla's personal hygiene bulb to cleanse it inside, doing it several times till I felt empty. Once I was clean, I applied a sex lube, making sure to coat as far in as I could. I was nervous about Carl; his size was intimidating visually and I knew how he stretched out my mouth, I could hardly imagine him fitting inside me easily. Once I had my opening, my 'pussy' ready, I dressed as he had requested. I choose a tight waist cincher, black satin with four long garters. I had bought it for Marla but she had never even worn it once. She said it made her feel like an object. It was a bit tight on me, but it worked for how I felt. A push-up bra and thong in sheer black lace went with it well enough, and gave me some cleavage and still hid my cock. Lace top stockings in black with a seam up the back completed my bed-ready lingerie. Checking out my look, I felt sexy and feminine. Feelings I knew I would need to be able to submit this way to Carl. I went casual for my clothes, a simple sheer red and navy print blouse and flared navy skirt that just barely covered my stocking tops. I knew he would be able to see my garters as I moved and had decided I wanted him hot and horny as soon as possible, hoping that might make him come quickly. I did my makeup and hair, a bit more dramatically than usual, with smoky eye shadows, deep red lipstick and nail polish, and false eyelashes. I then put on my finishing touch, red platform pumps with five-inch heels. I had everything ready and had just sprayed myself with perfume when I heard the crunch of his tires on the gravel driveway. Carl parked right in front, just outside the detached garage, rather than around the back of the house like he had done previously. Again a sign that this was his place now; his truck would be there visible from the road all night long. Like a bear marking his territory, Carl was letting others know this place and I were both his. I feared how I would feel more once we were in bed. He entered the house and called out my feminine name. I met him in the hall, just outside the kitchen. He was carrying a bag with two of the largest steaks I had ever seen. After a quick kiss, the usual squeeze of my butt cheek, and some compliments on my appearance, he gave me the steaks and told me to wait for him in the kitchen while he changed from his dirty work clothes to something casual. He returned shortly, smiling and giving me another kiss. It was obvious he was excited about his plans for the rest of