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Devious Wife Gill and I had been married for less than a year when we moved into our first house. Our new neighbours asked us round for a drink and we hit it off immediately, even though they were some seven years older than us at thirty two. Within a few months Gill and Sally had become firm friends. Mike and myself got on well, but he played a lot of sport in his spare time, whereas I was a keen amateur painter. Our wives did most of the arrangements for supper parties and outings. One event we went to was a big fancy dress charity ball with a theme of public service. The women organised our costumes and all four of us went as doctors and nurses as Gill's older sister was a doctor and she could borrow scrubs, stethoscopes and all the other odds and ends which made us look really authentic. We won a prize as the best group and had a great night out. The whole fancy dress idea hit a chord with us and Sally suggested we have a supper party in fancy dress every couple of months, just the four of us. It seemed like a good idea and once again Mike and I left it to the girls to organise. The first couple of those evenings were fun, but nothing untoward happened, other than a bit of flirting with the lights down low. One night, after one of those suppers, Gill and I were in bed laughing at some of the things that had happened. She started to play with me, trying to get me hard, but alcohol had taken it's toll on me. She started to rub a pair of her silk panties over my cock and balls. When I reacted positively, she whispered in my ear. "Feels nice doesn't it Richard. It always feels good when I'm wearing them too." I mumbled in agreement, now hard, but half asleep. Gill disappeared under the bedsheets to engulf me in her mouth and with the feel of her silk panties rubbing over my balls and her expert mouth on my cock, I came in no time at all. I knew what was coming next. Her mouth met mine in a passionate kiss and I was taking my own cum from her tongue. It had been one of the things she had insisted on after a blowjob, that I share the experience. It was only fair, as when I'd gone down on her I had always wanted to kiss her with my mouth still wet from her juices. This had become a common feature of our sex life, sharing the taste of each other from mouths and fingers. A week later Gill told me that she and Sally had agreed the next fancy dress theme, it was going to be a crossdress night. I wasn't entirely sure about it. Although I had quite a slight physique and reckoned I might carry it off, Mike was all muscle and over six feet tall, he was going to look weird. But I didn't protest as I it sounded fun. Mike and Sally were away on holiday for the two weeks before the next party, so it was to be held at our house. Gill suggested that I take the week off before the night in question. I'd been stressed at work and needed a break, so agreed. A week or so before the event Gill told me that she'd arranged a session for me at one of her beauty salons. Gill now owned three salons and was beginning to build up quite a business empire. I asked why and she said that she hated the idea of me wearing a dress and having hairy legs. She had booked me in for a waxing. I protested that it wasn't necessary, I'd heard how painful waxing could be and insisted I could just shave my legs. Gill pressed, and I knew not to argue with her for long as she always won. "But it hurts doesn't it?" "Don't be such a baby Richard. Anyway, I had a word with Sarah and she's given me some relaxants for you. They won't make the experience painless, but she said they would help a lot." Sarah was her older sister, the doctor who had arranged the costumes for that first ball. She had always scared me a little, being ten years older than Gill, super intelligent and rather dominant. Monday morning came and I nervously went with Gill to her main salon. She introduced me to Peggy, who was going to be in charge of me. Gill went off to her office to deal with some admin. Peggy was in her forties and I felt quite relaxed, the two tablets Gill had made me take must have been kicking in. I stripped as instructed, lay on a bench bed with a small towel over me and Peggy chatted while she prepared everything. That first strip coming off my chest was not comfortable, but she worked quickly and efficiently. I can't say that I got used to the pain, but I was in some sort of trance from the drugs and Peggy worked her way all over my body and legs. When I say all over, I mean everywhere. When she announced the last strip of wax was done, she rubbed a soothing cream into my skin. I was a bit concerned that when she got there, I would get an rather embarrassing erection, but the tablets must have put paid to that too. I got dressed again and went to find Gill, who suggested I got a cab home as she had a lot of work. I confess that in the afternoon the effect of the tablets was wearing off and I couldn't resist stripping off in bedroom and masturbating while rubbing a pair of Gill's panties over my balls. I came all over my tummy and, out of habit, licked my fingers clean then scooped the cum from my tummy and ate that too. I fell asleep like that and only woke when Gill came into the bedroom. She told me that I had another appointment with Peggy on Wednesday, but tomorrow I ought to try walking in heels as it might take a few days to master the technique. She held up a bag saying that she'd chosen a pair in my size. I wondered how Mike was preparing, whether their holiday resort had similar facilities or was he going to be let off by just shaving his legs. Gill went off to work and I tried on the shoes, using some stocking socks that Gill had left tucked into them. I knew I must look odd in my normal jeans and high heels, so made sure to slip them off when answering the door to the postman. He'd brought two packages, both addressed to Gill. On Wednesday I turned up at the salon, Gill insisted that I take those tablets every day in order to get a really restful week. I rather liked the sensation they induced and put up no protest. She had told me not to drive and that she'd put the cab fares against the business. It was the same woman driver who had brought me home previously. At the salon Peggy took me to a private room. She gave me a facial while another girl was doing something with my nails. I couldn't see because my eyes were covered with some cool pads. It was kind of nice being pampered in that way. Peggy gave the face pack an hour, chatting with me and telling me all about her escapades with boyfriends. When it was removed I saw that I now had false nails, bright red false nails. It was still three days before the party, why had Gill arranged this so early. I was confused, but the tablets had left me in a sort of mental limbo where I didn't really care that much. Peggy started to work on my eyebrows. I had enough sense to protest that plucking them seemed a bit permanent, but she said she was just thinning them a bit and nobody would really notice. Gill came into the room and complimented me on my complexion and my nails and saying that we were going to outshine Sally and Mike by a mile. She said I should think up a new name for the party night. These fancy dress evening had become somewhat competitive as to who had the best costumes. All very much in the sense of fun, but definitely competitive. I was told that I had another appointment the next day and sent home in the same cab. I didn't do a repeat performance like after the waxing, I just didn't feel like it. I pottered about the house in my heels, in which I was getting quite adept, and watched a film on tv. That night Gill sprung another surprise on me. We were changing for bed and she said how sexy my body looked completely hairless. With very little persuading I put on a pair of her panties, but still didn't get very hard, even though they felt great. I went down on her and she came violently and noisily. We kissed afterwards, our mouths wet with her excitement. "So what's your name going to be for the party?" "Rachel," I replied, having thought about earlier. It felt really nice being trapped in silk panties and I wore them all night. In the morning I woke with Gill taking me in her mouth; the effect of the relaxants must have worn off. I came with her caressing my balls through the panties and I eagerly accepted my cum afterwards. Gill gave me a lift to the salon that Thursday and once again left me with Peggy, who had some wigs for me to try out. We agreed on a shoulder length brunette bob with a straight fringe that reached my eyebrows and was flicked under where it reached my shoulders. To my surprise she suggested shaving my head so that the wig wasn't too hot and could be secured with tape so that it wouldn't shift around. I kept my hair fairly short anyway so it wasn't a big ask, it would grow back in a week or two. That accomplished, she he put the wig to one side and said we had some fun stuff now, asking me to strip off once again and lie on the waxing table. I put a little towel across my lap because I was still a bit shy in front of Peggy. Being hairless everywhere, and naked, was a vey odd feeling, like I'd been stripped down to the basic me in order to be rebuilt. The first thing she did was to clean my chest with some sort of spirit which made me quite heady, Peggy was wearing a gauze face mask and I wondered why I wasn't. After a few moments I was half asleep, aware and interested in what was happening, but with no will power. The spirit must have had some local anaesthetic property because when she pierced my nipples I didn't feel very much at all. She inserted tiny rings into them, so small that they hardly showed. From a glossy cardboard box she produced a pair of false breasts which were laid on my chest. It was fascinating to watch her connect something at the back of each breast onto the rings in my nipples. Peggy applied some sort of glue and smoothed the edges of the breast into position, applying pressure to make sure they were properly stuck. She made me lay still until the glue dried and I think I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, the clock showed a couple of hours had passed. Gill was there with Peggy, complementing her on her work. "They look real Peggy, quite amazing." "They do Mrs Latham, but I haven't tested them yet as I thought you might like to do that." I had no idea what they meant by 'testing them', but when Gill sat on edge of the bed and palmed one of the fake nipples, my own nipple got a little electric shock through it. "Oh fuck, what the hell is that?" I panicked. "It's okay," Gill spoke softly. "They're supposed to do that. They have little batteries in them. They don't show and can't be felt, but the nipples on the breasts act as little sensitive switches and give you a feeling of reality on your own nipples when they're tripped." She took both the fake breast nipples between fingers and thumbs and massaged them. A little whimper escaped my throat and Gill smiled, pleased at the result. "You're the first person these have been tried on and they seem to work rather well. Do you like the sensation?" When I didn't respond immediately Gill palmed both nipples and squeezed. I thought I was going to orgasm if she kept doing that, even though my cock didn't appear to be responding much. "I'll take that reaction as a 'yes' shall I?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Gill helped me to my feet and the towel fell to the floor. I went to cover myself and discovered that one hand was quite sufficient, my cock was suffering as it would have done in cold water and my balls were small and hard. "Now, what are you going to wear to get home?" Gill pondered. "I don't think those beautiful B cup breasts are compatible with the T-shirt you were wearing when you arrived." I looked down at my chest and couldn't believe how realistic they looked. While still mesmerised by them, Gill helped me into a pair of silk panties, fastened a bra round me and then slipped a simple black dress over my head. It had short sleeves and a V-neck that showed off my cleavage. It was a perfect fit and I guessed that it had been in one those large parcels that came the day before. She had also brought the pair of high heels that I had been practicing in. "You look amazing Rachel," Peggy said. I was surprised that Gill had shared my party name with Peggy, but then of course she must have given the staff some explanation for this transformation. With the wig firmly in place, Gill led me out to the main room of the salon where one of the girls appeared with a makeup box. "Oh my goodness you're so pretty," she said as she studied my face. "We just have to accentuate the eyes and choose a lip colour of course, maybe a little foundation." I travelled home in the cab as Rachel. The same driver I had before didn't bat an eyelid. I had an hour or so before Gill would be back and went upstairs to study myself in a full-length mirror. I looked hot, I would have fucked me given a chance, so I was pretty sure we would win on Friday night. I reminded myself that this was what the whole charade was about. I wondered how Gill was going to dress, maybe a three-piece suit and fake moustache. When she got back from work I was sipping a gin and tonic, watching a rom-com on tv. "Hi darling," I called. "What was your day at work like?" "You won't believe this amazing girl that was in the salon today, her name was Rachel." We both laughed and I said that Mike and Sally stood no chance of outdoing us. "By the way, what are you wearing tomorrow night?" "You'll just have to wait. It's a surprise." Before we went to bed that night Gill gave me a box that contained a deep purple silk nightdress. It had little spaghetti straps and only reached mid thigh. I thought it looked amazing, but thankfully it was for Gill's eyes only, not for the party. We cuddled that night, but I didn't get an erection and Gill straddled my face instead, her juices flooding into my mouth. She moaned as she came, and called me her cute little bitch. I felt the vaguest stirring down below when Gill slid down my body and kissed my wet mouth, but I still wasn't getting properly hard. I assumed it was the relaxants, which Gill had me taking twice a day now. She said to be careful how I slept and helped me pin my hair so that it wouldn't get mussed up. The next morning I rose late, Gill was already downstairs on the phone. She came back up and told me that Mike and Sally got back last night and that they'd be round at eight o'clock. She told me I looked really cute and helped me brush out my hair before putting a shower cap over it to protect it. While I was in the shower the shower she laid out an outfit for me on the bed; a short skirt, loose top with a scalloped neckline, fairly simple underwear and a pair of flat shoes. She called through the door before disappearing downstairs. "Best not wear heels through the day honey, or your feet will hurt terribly by the end of the evening - and we may be dancing of course." I was looking forward to seeing Mike and Sally, knowing that my outfit would blow away anything Mike tried. The evening would be so much fun. Gill had organised a meal that was fairly straightforward to serve and we spent the day preparing food and setting the table, just like two women might do. We both went up to change about an hour before they were due to arrive. Gill helped me get ready first, doing my makeup for me, making sure my hair was perfect and then helping me dress. She produced some very sexy lacy underwear including a suspender belt, sheer stockings and another new dress. This one was in midnight blue, sleeveless and with a deep V- neck. The bottom part of the dress flared out. It hung mid thigh and looked incredibly sexy when I checked in the mirror. Gill kissed my cheek and told me to go down and fix some drinks ready for when Sally and Mike arrived. I put some music on and dreamily danced by myself in the middle of the room, feeling my dress flow out with every turn I made. The doorbell rang before Gill had come down from dressing. "Do you want to get that," Gill called. I'd taken some more tablets that afternoon, which normally kept me very relaxed, but answering the door was scary. I called up to Gill saying I wasn't sure, but she said it would only be Mike and Sally. I cleared my throat and checked myself in the hall mirror before opening the door. Sally was there in a man's suit, she'd had her hair cut short and somehow had acquired sideburns. She looked quite realistic as a guy and I wondered what Mike would look like, he was nowhere to be seen. "Mike's just popped back for the wine. We forgot to pick it up. Aren't you going to invite me in pretty lady." I apologized and moved to one side to allow Sally to pass, leaving the door on the latch for Mike. We went into the lounge and I poured drinks for Sally and myself, both gin and tonics. "Don't I get one," asked Gill, having made an appearance in the door. She was in one of her sexiest short skirts, beige suede with a zipper running down the side from top to bottom. Coupled with a deep grey off the shoulder top she looked more like a hooker than a wife, the five inch stilettos adding to that effect. I hesitated, assuming that she would be dressed as a guy, just as Sally was. "Drink?" she reminded me. "A gin and tonic would be good." "Wow honey you look good enough to eat," Sally breathed in a fake gruff voice. "Make one for me too?" It was Mike. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt. I wasn't sure what the plan was, but it was obviously that Gill and Sally had planned it this way. Mike also seemed to be in on the act as he took everything in his stride, including patting me on the ass as he passed me. With a couple of drinks inside me I was feeling less panicky and the dinner conversation consisted of a fair number of lewd innuendos, but all in good fun. Sally had adopted the name 'Sam' and they all referred to me as Rachel. When I got up to help clear the plates I was a little wobbly on my high heels. Mike was sat next to me and put a hand out to steady me. His hand lingered a little longer than was strictly necessary. Sally helped clear table and came up behind me in the kitchen, She stood close and put her arms round me. "I just have to feel those beautiful tits that Gill told me about." Her palms covered my nipples and even through the dress they triggered that amazing sensation in my own nipples. The breast forms felt part of me and I shuddered with pleasure at her touch. Her body was so close to me that I was sure I could feel a hard shape in her trousers, exactly like a cock. She wriggled against my ass and it lined up vertically. I'd always sort of fancied Sally, but she was an inch or two taller than me and she slightly intimidated me with her athletic build. Thankfully she let go of my breasts, patted me on the ass and went back to join the others in the lounge. I took a moment to compose myself before joining them, assuming that Sally I might be getting together later. Gill had put some moody music on and turned the light low, she was dancing with Mike, not exactly suggestive, but quite intimate. I sat on the unoccupied sofa. Sally was engrossed in the floorshow and decided it was her turn. She stood up moved towards Mike and Gill, who were now dancing very close. "I think I'm going to cut in if that's okay," she said to Mike. "No problem," he replied and moved away to let her dance with Gill, before joining me on the sofa. "They make a sexy couple don't they?" Mike said, his arm resting along the back of the sofa behind me. I watched as Sally and Gill danced closer and slower, their backs slightly arched and Gill's pelvis thrust against Sally's. Then they kissed. Softly at first, little more than a brush of lips, before Sally's mouth locked onto Gill's. Sally was about six inches taller than Gill and looked every part the good looking guy smooching with his girlfriend. I got to up refresh my drink, not sure whether this had been part of their plan all along and feeling vulnerable and in need of some Dutch courage. Mike appeared beside me, holding his glass out for a refill. I turned to see what the girls were doing and saw that Sally had sat on our other sofa with Gill kneeling astride her lap. "They do look hot don't they?' Mike said from behind me. "Sally's always been a little bit bi you know, and she took a fancy to Gill the first day we all met." I was completely confused by the scene in front of me. Had Sally and Gill worked all this out beforehand and how did I fit into the plan? Mike's breath was on my neck and his hand curled round my body to cup a breast. "And I always thought you'd make a cute girl." He kissed my neck at the same time as he tweaked my nipple. Watching Sally and Gill, that wonderful sexy feeling in my nipple, the tablets that sapped my will power and Mike's strong presence behind was too much to resist. I angled my head to let him kiss my neck again. He took the chance to softly bite my flesh. Both his hands were on my breasts and I could now feel that he was hard too. He was pressing against my ass. While he continued to kiss me and fondle my breasts I watched Gill reach down and unzip Sally's flies, a huge pink cock escape its prison. Sally put her fingers in Gill's mouth so that she could lubricate the strap-on with her spit. Gill's skirt fell away when Sally undid its zip and Gill raised herself on her knees so that that the huge pink strap-on could be positioned perfectly. As Gill sunk onto it, letting out an animal-like moan, Mike tilted my head back and towards him. He kissed me tentatively at first, but his tongue soon pushed between my parted lips and filled my mouth. I was confused. Dressing like this for the last few days had been thrilling and I'd felt more relaxed than ever before in my life. Was I really supposed to have been a girl? I'd always admired Mike's physique, but did I really fancy him? Why had I come to like the taste of my own cum so much, was it my destiny to be a cocksucker and I'd always denied it? These thoughts were running round in my head, but my body was more certain of what it wanted. I was pushing my ass back against Mike, willing him to play with my breasts again. I wanted that tingle, that sense of electricity running through my body. Everything about the way the way I was dressed screamed that I was a woman. My nails, my hair, my smooth body and even my unresponsive cock, everything appeared to be in accord. When Mike turned me towards him my arms curled around his neck. Our kiss deepened and I felt the weight come off my feet as he held me with one hand on the small of my back and the other under my ass. Even the act of my body shaping itself against his made my nipples tingle. The bulge in his trousers confirmed how he felt about me. I'd never before lusted after a man, it had never even crossed my mind, but now I wanted Mike to desire me as a woman. The way he was acting suggested that he wanted the same. He took my hand and led me from the room, pausing in the hall to kiss me again. Mike whispered in my ear. "I think we ought to go back to my place and let the girls have some privacy." I nodded and we left the house with his arm round my waist. I wondered whether anyone else in our street would notice us, but as my hair was the same colour as Sally's, they probably wouldn't have thought twice about it. Mike unlocked the door while I stood meekly beside him and once inside he scooped me up in his arms. I had one arm languorously draped around his neck. Mike carried me into their lounge and sank back onto the sofa with me sat across his lap. He was kissing me again and his hand was on my thigh, running up under my dress, his fingers curling under my ass. Through my dress I could feel his cock twitch every time my tongue delved into his mouth. I knew he would be uncomfortable and would need to be released soon. We broke our kiss again and I slid down between his legs, his hands caressing my hair. I kept looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes as I undid his belt and eased down his zip. He lifted his hips slightly so that I could pull his slacks down and away from his boxer shorts. It struck me that this might be considered as the point of no return, but I'd probably passed that when I agreed to have my whole body waxed days ago. Somewhere deep inside I think I knew where all that preparation might be leading. He gasped when my hand insinuated itself into the waistband of his boxers and, as soon as it was freed, his cock stood straight and hard. It was somewhat larger than mine and cut. I put my palm flat against it, feeling its warmth and power, then curled my fingers round the shaft. It stiffened even more in response to my touch. Mike's hand was on the back of my head, not forcing me to do anything, but encouraging me to draw nearer. I looked at his cock and knew that he was more of a man than I'd ever been. Mike was my destiny and his cock was my right of passage. I licked it from the base to the tip, then my head dipped so that I could let my lips take in the first inch or so. It seemed huge in my mouth. I'd never realised what it felt like for a woman to take a cock into her mouth. I tried to take more, but not even half of it was in my mouth before I gagged. I had to pull away and coughed out some spit, which lubricated his cock even more. Mike soothed me. "Take your time Rachael. We have lots of time." Over the next ten minutes I became slightly more adept at knowing just how much I could take, but my jaw was aching with the effort. Mike must have sensed as much because he pulled me back up to kiss my wet mouth with relish. I was now kneeling astride his body, very much like Gill had been kneeling astride Sally. I wanted Mike to make me a complete woman, but I was also scared of how much it might hurt. His hands were on my breasts, the sensation was driving me crazy because they felt so real. One hand slid inside my dress as we kissed and Mike said how real they felt. I was knelt over his naked, hard cock, feeling the heat of it through my panties. "Make me a woman," I breathed when our mouths separated for a moment. Mike didn't need a second invitation. He reached over to table next to the sofa and grabbed a tube of gel. I realised just how much this had been planned, but I didn't care. I raised myself up, he pulled my panties to one side and applied the gel quite liberally to my ass and, I presume, to his cock. It was cool and soothing. His cock now nestled easily in my crack, I could feel it pressing against my rosebud as we moved sensuously against each other. "Are you ready for this Rachael?" "Never been so ready in my life." Mike held my hips and began to apply pressure. When it broke through my ring I let out something between a gasp and a little scream. It sounded so girly. He paused, waiting for me to get used to the intrusion. It was painful in that I was stretched so much, worried he was going to tear me open. As I relaxed the pain subsided, but he still felt huge. I moved down onto it and the wonderful sensation of his cock sliding into me outweighed the discomfort. His hands returned to my breasts as I took over the rhythm of riding his cock. The tingling of my nipples, the sense of accommodating his cock and his tongue filling my mouth was all a girl could hope for. Now I wanted him to have his pleasure. I didn't have long to wait. Once he was sure I was okay, Mike started to fuck me harder. His pace increased, driving so deep in me that the whole of my insides were feeling the pounding of his cock. My heart was racing and my breath ragged. With one huge thrust his body froze for a moment. I knew what was coming next. I felt his cock pulse rather than actually feel his cum shoot into me. Several times he did the same massive thrust, slight pause and his cock throbbed in me. We stayed in the same position after he'd finished, kissing a little and Mike's hands still roaming softly over my body. "You are one hell of a woman Rachael," he whispered and kissed my ear. "And you have one hell of a beautiful cock." Gradually his cock deflated and I felt it slip out of me. I was sorry to feel it leave, I was empty without it. Mike shifted me round so that I was sat across his lap with my arms round his neck. He carried me to the bedroom like that. We kissed before he put me down. "I have to go to the bathroom Mike," I said quietly, wanting to sound as feminine as possible. I'd cum in my panties without realising. There wasn't a lot, but I rinsed them in the sink and put them over the edge of the bath. I removed my suspender belt and stockings but didn't want Mike to see my cock, even though it looked pathetically small compared to his, so I kept my dress on. He was already in bed and laid out on the covers was an identical nightdress to the one I'd worn last night. I eased the dress off my shoulders and undid the bra. My breasts hung free and Mike said they looked beautiful. I let the nightdress fall over my head and down my body before the dress fell to the floor. Sliding into bed beside Mike was wonderful. We kissed a little and then he turned me to face away from him a we spooned until I fell asleep, I was so aware of his cock against my ass. That was how we woke in the morning, except his cock was back to the proportions of the previous night and his hand was once again playing with one of my nipples. I knew I was going to enjoy it even more this time.