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My Downfall I had just finished my orgasm after a rather long session with Beverly. As I rested in the afterglow, a slight sweat on my brow, Beverly lay in the crook of my arm, playing with my now soft cock. She had worn me out. It was mid-afternoon and Beverley, my assistant, was in bed with me. I had been married to Tracy a few years now but we had been together a few years before that. Tracy was on a business trip, due back later tonight. Beverly had dropped off some papers that I had to see before I came into office the next day. I was a VP of Sales for a fast growing households product company. I had been having an occasional fling with Beverly who didn't seem to mind at all. It all started at a convention with some mindless banter. Lots of drinking and then inevitably, the hotel bedroom. In fact it was she who had suggested coming over with the papers as I was working from home today. Beverly was trying to bring my cock back to life again and had slid down the bed and was slowly sucking me hard. She had a moist, warm mouth and lips that seemed to be able to give life to the dead. I felt my 'little guy' slowly recovering and rising to the task. Just as I felt this, my cell phone rang. I sometimes worked from home and so always had my cell near. It was Tracy. "Hi, honey, how you are?" she asked enthusiastically. "Did you miss me?" Tracy was a fantastic lady with the looks, curves and brains. She had a bubbling personality. "Hey," I said a little uneasily. "What time are you due in? Of course I missed you." Beverly heard that and sucked even harder. It was hard to concentrate on this conversation. "Well, the meetings finished early so I got an earlier flight. We just landed so I'll be home in an hour or so," she said. "An hour?" I gasped as Beverly attacked my cock even more at this news. "Great, see you soon," I said hurriedly. Beverly started to suck on my cock like a Dyson vacuum and soon I was gushing out into her waiting mouth. "Gotta rush, she'll be here soon," I said and scrambled out of bed. I straightened up the bed as best I could, picked up my clothes and headed for the shower. Beverly was getting her skirt back on. I rushed into the shower, thanking my lucky stars that Tracy had called and not tried to surprise me. That would have been hell of a surprise. After a quick shower, I tidied up as best I could and checked the other rooms. Tracy had been gone just two days but it was enough to cause chaos. I had just checked through everything when I heard the front door open and Tracy walked in with her roll on. I rushed to her, gave her a big hug and a lingering kiss. "Your hair is still wet," she said. "Did you wait till just now to shower?" "Well I was working and not expecting you home so early. Anyway, good to see you babe," I said and hugged her tight. She responded, "I didn't cook anything since I thought you'd be late," I said. "We can go out or we can do a takeout." "Well, honey, can we do a takeout? I am bushed and don't feel like dressing up again. I'll take a shower whilst you pick something up." "No problem," I said. "Why don't I go pick something up and a bottle of wine and we can hunker down all evening." Tracy went to the bedroom and I grabbed my wallet and car keys and left the house. There was a nice Italian not far away I would order the food and pick up the wine whilst the order was being prepared. I came back with the food and lid the table. I could hear Tracy in the bedroom. I yelled I was back and set about opening the wine and getting china and cutlery. Kelly entered the dining room, wrapped in a robe, a towel wrapped around her hair. She was looking thoughtful. I served her the food, poured out a glass of wine and clinked glasses with her. "Welcome back," I said. "I missed you." "Really?" she asked and went about eating her pasta. We had dinner in silence and I thought she was just tired. In a way I was glad of that as I didn't think I could cum again tonight. I cleared away the table and asked, "What's wrong, Trace? You look bushed." She nodded and looked at me quietly. "Yes, I am tired but I am also quite mad." Her voice was cold; the mood had changed in an instant. "Mad?" I asked laughingly. "What about? If it's the house I'll straighten it out. Just relax in bed and I'll get this cleaned up." "Well, I think you should have cleaned up before I got back," she said softly looking directly at me. "Come with me." She went to the bedroom and to the bed. She pulled back the covers exposing the pillows. "See anything wrong?" she asked. I looked but nothing looked wrong. Pillows a little wrinkled but nothing obvious. "Look closer," she said and pushed me to the pillows. "What honey, I don't see anything." "You bastard," she shouted at me. "Take a closer look. What's this, huh? Huh?" She pointed to a faint trace of lipstick and a few blonde hairs. "Who the hell have you been fucking in our bed?" she shouted. "Who is she, you lying bastard." I saw the evidence of Beverly's hair and faint traces of a bright red lipstick. Oh shit, I thought to myself. How do I explain this? My own hair was short and dark and Tracy's was black. How to explain the few blonde hairs. My mind went off at lightning speed. "Trace, I can explain," I stuttered. "You got the wrong idea." "Wrong idea? Which blonde have you been fucking in our bed?" Her voice was loud and firm. "How can you deny this, you lying son-of-a-bitch." Tracy never used language like that. I was trapped. How could I have been so damn careless? "Well, go on, I am waiting for an explanation." She was smiling wickedly. She knew she had me. How the hell could I explain this? "Well, Trace, this is not easy to expl..." I started. "I bet," she shouted. "I am waiting and it had better be good. Tell me a lie and you'll be even sorrier than you are now." She folded her arms across her chest and was looking at me directly. Her interruptions had given me a chance to create. As a sales guy, I was used to creating stories on the fly. I was thinking on the go... "Well," I started. "Those..those things are... mine..." "Yours, you lying piece of shit. What do you mean yours? Since when do you wear lipstick or have blonde hair?" I looked at the growing anger and knew this was make or break. I had to make it look plausible. "Trace, I am ssss sorry I didn't tell you before, but I like to dress up..." "What the hell do you mean by that?" She was boiling now. "You see, right from the time I was in college, I have been dressing up... You know... in women's stuff." I sniffled waiting for a reaction but none came. "Go on." "You see one Halloween at college my then girlfriend at college got me to dress up for Halloween. She went all out and got me stuff and made me up. We went out partying and had a great time. Ever since then I have been hooked and do it whenever I have the chance." "You lying bastard," she spat. "OK, if you dress up, where are your things? Make up? I want to see them - now!" I stammered, "I keep them in a locker in a storage area. I couldn't keep them in the house." "I don't believe you," she said firmly. "You mean to tell me that you go to this locker and bring your clothes here, dress up and then take them back?" Her anger had turned to cold mistrust. She knew I was probably lying. "So, when I am away, you get your stuff, get dolled up and then what do you do? Gou out and chase men? Suck their cocks? Get fucked? What kind of pervert are you?" "No, Trace, no," I said. "I have never been out. I just like the look and feel of the clothes. I just stay here in the house." "But you did go out at Halloween, right? Did you have fun? The truth." "Yes, we did go out, but we were in a group. With Kelly's help I was reasonably passable, so we had fun." "OK, in that case, assuming you are telling the truth, how come there are lipstick marks and hairs in our bed? So you think I am a fool?" The hole was getting deeper but I had to cover up as best I could. "Trace...when I finish my session, I feel a strong urge for sex... I finish myself off." "So you are trying to tell me that you get turned on so much by dressing that you masturbate at the end? That those blonde hairs are yours? And the lipstick too? You sick pig." "Yes..." I muttered with downcast eyes. Her voice was lower. May be this was working "Well, you can stay in this bed with your hair and lipstick. I am sleeping in the guest room tonight. I have a lot to think about." She slammed the door behind her. I wasn't sure if she believed me or not. It seemed she was a little quieter at the end. I think she bought my story. I was relieved she didn't kick me out. Perhaps it would be OK. I had a bad night and thought that perhaps we would have a more reasonable discussion in the morning. My story had been so outrageous that she didn't know whether to believe me or not. I had to stop these affairs. Sooner or later it would be trouble. I was, on the whole, quite proud of my creativity and planting doubt in Tracy's mind. I rolled out of bed early the next morning, made coffee and waited for Tracy. She had left early it seems as there was a note on the table. She would call me later. Seemed normal so I headed for my shower and meetings. I told Beverly what had happened and we both had a giggle. It seemed like it would blow over after a few days. Phew, I breathed a sigh of relief. Later that morning, Beverly buzzed me. Tracy was on the line. I closed my office door and took the call. "Tom," Tracy started. "I had a bad night and was thinking about everything. Perhaps I was unfair. I would like to work this out so that I can fully put this behind me." I breathed a sigh of relief. Damn, I had been good. Tracy continued. "But in order to do that, I would like to see you fully dressed and made up. We can go out or you can make dinner at home. I will be home by 7 o'clock. Or we can meet somewhere where you are comfortable." I was thinking fast, a sinking feeling coming over me. Oh shit! "I am not sure that's a good idea Trace. I will never do this again." I tried to sound trite. "Sorry, Tommy, I need to see you dressed so that I can put the thought that you deceived me out of my head. Why don't we plan to meet at the Tavern on the Park at 7? I promise I won't shout or make a scene. OK?" "O..OK," I said. "You're sure you want this?" "Absolutely," she said and hung up. I was fucked. How do I pull this one off? I called Beverly in and explained. I was totally screwed. Even with my quick thinking, I really didn't have much of a chance to pull this off. Beverly laughed at my predicament but complimented me on my creativity. "OK," Beverly said. "Let me make some calls. Sit tight and try to clear your calendar for the rest of the day." It was now around 11 am. How the hell would I get out of this? I looked at my diary and tried to clear my day. Thankfully, there was nothing very critical and I was down to just a couple of necessary phone calls. Beverly knocked on my door and rushed in. "OK, I think we may have something here. Go to Trixie right now. She runs some kind of dressing service for transvestites. She appears to have a lot of stuff and also a free calendar. Get over there immediately and call me later. Not a cheap service for what I requested but a lot cheaper than divorce. I will try to come and help too." She was all business as if this was just a normal appointment with my barber or tailor. She had completely forgotten with whom I had been in bed and whose blonde hair was on the pillow. "Go!" she said. I looked the address which appeared to be in a residential area. I entered it into my GPS and drove on. A sinking feeling was beginning to take over. I found the house, parked and looked around. It was a dingle story house in a quiet neighborhood. There was a small, neat lawn and it seemed to be just a normal suburban home. I pressed the bell and waited. Trixie West opened the door with a smile and invited me in. "Come on in," she said and pointed to her living room. It was comfortable with a large sofa and some easy chairs. I was nervous, not sure what Beverly had explained to her. "So, Beverly tells me you lost a bet and want to surprise your wife tonight. Coffee or water?" "Water, thanks. Something like that," I said. How could I explain this? "Have you dressed before?" It was a simple question. "Sorry, no. No experience at all." She nodded and placed a cold glass of water on the coffee table. "Well, we haven't much time to get you ready and prepared. All set?" I gulped down the water and stood up. "Follow me," she said and led the way through the kitchen to the garage. This has been converted to a comfortable room. It was neat but had large mirrors and table with a ton of makeup. Two shelves held a large assortment of wigs in various styles and colors. "Restroom and showers over there," she pointed to a door. "Strip completely and apply this all over your body. It's hair remover so follow the directions. If you need help let me know. Don't be shy. I have seen the male body in all shapes and sizes. Meanwhile, I'll sort some stuff out for you. When you're done, there's a robe behind the door." I rubbed the cream all over, being careful to avoid my pubic region, waited the ten minutes and stepped under the shower. I saw all my hair disappear. After I toweled myself off, I could feel the difference the lack of hair made. I wasn't so hirsute in the first place. Explaining all of this to Tracy would be difficult. I wore the robe and went back to the salon. Trixie had grabbed some stuff. "OK," she said. "Need to ask some questions. What image are you trying to project? I mean a demure housewife? A glamor doll? A hooker? You know, need to dress the part." "Well, I am not sure," I said. "Did you discuss with Bev? I have never done this before. But I do need to be a blonde tonight." "Hmmm, ok. I think we can manage that. Bev says to dress for a night out. Is that right?" I nodded, not sure what the difference was. "Nothing outrageous," I said. I was getting more nervous at what I had committed to. "Sit here, please." Trixie pointed at the chair. She had some jelly like objects in her hand which she positioned over my nipples. She tried a different size. "Don't want them too big but most trannys want a bigger than normal bust," she said to herself. She applied some glue to the objects and placed them over my nipples, positioning them carefully and pressing down the edges. "Hold them for a moment." I grabbed both breasts and held them. They seemed to warm up and looked quite natural. She rubbed some makeup round the edges and it was hard even for me to tell if my breasts were natural or not. "Are they easy to come off?" I asked hesitantly. This was going further than I wanted. "There is a simple solvent that will remove them easily." Trixie was all business. Trixie then put my hands through a black demi-bra and hooked them in the back. After adjusting the straps I felt the weight distributed and they felt quite comfortable. "Stand." I stood d up and she wrapped this thing around my waist and pulled the laces tight. My waist shrank, and after tightening it some more, she tied the ends at the back. There was a gentle knock and Bev entered. She smiled at my predicament. "Well, now, I wish I had your figure." Bev was not slim, but quite well proportioned. Trixie wrapped a garter belt around my waist and I could see the tabs hanging waiting for stockings I guessed. She rolled on some nude colored stocking up my shaven legs and attached them to the tabs. They felt great. I must have looked a little odd to be in corset and garters, a big pair of breasts and a dick between my legs. "Hmmm, we have a small problem here," Trixie said. "Your little guy needs to be flat so as not to show a dent in your dress. Perhaps you can take care of it whilst I make some tea." She smiled and left Bev and me in the room. "Look at you, Tom. You're going to be a real doll. Maybe I have to become bi." Bev smiled at me in my underwear. "Look at the little guy. He seems excited by all of this." Indeed my dick was at half-mast and growing. "Want help with that?" Bev smiled and grabbed my cock. "Mmmm who knows when I'll get to taste this again?" She licked the head and swallowed it whole. I thrust deep and it didn't take long for me to erupt in her mouth. She swallowed all and licked at the tip making sure all cum was gone. She patted it. "Lie still buddy," she said and stood up. My cock hung flaccid. Her timing was good as Trixie returned with a tray of tea. She looked at us and smiled. I assume she knew what had happened. But, the effect was there: a flaccid penis. She poured tea calmly and brought out another garment. "Step into this and it will enhance your shape. But it'll be tough to pull it up." She held out the garment and I struggled to settle is down over my hips. She went behind me and inserted some pads into the back that gave me a pronounced booty. My little guy could hardly be seen even without panties. I could feel the female shape: the big bosom encased in the demi bra. Concealing makeup masked the edges and you couldn't tell these were not natural breasts. The cincher had reduced my waist. The girdle with padded buttocks gave me the ultimate female figure - very pronounced and very feminine. "Stockings next." She rolled up some nude stockings up my legs and attached them to the tabs hanging from the cincher. A cotton panty came next with a small pouch for my little guy. "It's called a gaffe," Trixie explained. "We really should do more down here to keep it flat but I think this'll work for today. Next time, we can do better. I have to warn you though. With all of this and fingernails, using the boy's room or ladies room may be a challenge." She smiled at my discomfort but it was a wise warning Next time? If I survived tonight, I would be lucky. But didn't think there'd be a next time but I didn't want to disillusion Trixie. "We have a choice now." Trixie held out three dresses; bright red, a heavy blue and black. All were low cut in front and appeared to be mid- calf length. They appeared certain to draw attention to the person wearing it - male or female. Bev felt them all and decided. "OK, I think the red goes best with the blonde hair. I look great in red." She shook her head and held the dress to herself. It surely looked good. "Or the black as second choice - a nice contrast." "I think you should try both on," Trixie said. "We can check the fit and then decide. This first." She held out the black dress and I pulled my arms through it and pulled the dress over my head. Trixie fussed with it and settled it over my bust. Long sleeved with the straight neckline ended just above my cleavage. Elegant and with a great figure. The unmade up face and short were a little off putting. But from the neck down it was dynamite. "Demure, elegant even," Bev said. "Let's try the other." Off with the black and I had to step into the sleeveless red dress. This was a bright organza material with spaghetti straps. Like the black dress it showed the cleft and the bosom below. It was certainly a glam look. Decent but with attitude. Who did I want to be? "Red," Bev said. "No doubt." Trixie nodded. "I agree," Trixie said. "Shows some spirit and will get you noticed for sure. But so will the black, so don't fret. Both would look good on you." She tugged the dress down, which ended just above mid-calf. "Only problem is that we must change bras. Can't have black bra straps showing against the red spaghetti straps." She sorted out a strapless bra. We removed the old bra and tightened the hooks on the strapless. It settled well sitting at the top edge of the corset. The nipples were prominent. She pulled the red dress on me once more and adjusted the length. The red straps now were the threads by which my dress hung. It was so tight that it couldn't fall and also held my breasts in place. "Now for the makeup. Sit in that chair and relax." Trixie went to work with a wet towel moisturizing my face. Some foam and a cutthroat which she used quite dexterously and I was given a close shave. Another moist towel and plenty of moisturizer was used. I felt many sponges, brushes pads on my face. I opened and closed my eyelids as she worked. Bev was working on my hands applying some artificial nails. She glued them down and applied a bright red polish which matched the color of my dress. Cotton wool balls separated my fingers. I felt the weight of some fine false eyelashes. I blinked as I opened my eyes and could see the curling tips. Lots of mascara and eyeliner. I felt a few hairs been tweezed out and a pencil accent the eyebrows. I wondered how women spent their time before a date. More brushes, rouge I guessed. My lips were outlined in pencil and then filled. I was asked to blot my lips and more coats were applied. Finally, several layers of gloss. "That should hold even if you plan on some heavy kissing tonight," Trixie smiled. "I Know, I know...." She & Bev had selected a blonde, page boy like wig. Bev was brushing it out vigorously. It seemed to match her hair color quite closely. That was the whole point of this charade. Trixie placed a wig cap on my head and placed the wig and tugged it into place. I felt her attach some pins to the wig cap and it was a snug fit. "Not quite done yet," she said. Some large flat red earrings were clipped on. She placed some rings on my fingers. They certainly looked very elegant. "Shoes." She bent down and placed some heels on my foot, also in matching red color. I felt her buckle them so they couldn't slip off. They were quite comfortable, but I wasn't standing yet. "Almost there," Trixie said. "Stand up gently and find your balance." She removed the cape. Bev took one arm and Trixie the other. I stood up after almost 90 minutes in that chair. I felt my weight fall on those spikes and would probably have fallen if the ladies hadn't held me. "Slowly now. One foot in front of the other," Trixie advised. I found my feet and took some tentative steps. Thank God she hadn't put on very high heels. These were probably 3". I soon found my balance and because of all the padding etc found a wiggle in my walk. It seemed I was now a 38-30-32. Not bad. I hadn't seen myself yet as the mirrors were covered. "OK, now look," they both said and drew the mirror drapes. There stood a gorgeous creature, right out cosmopolitan or some such magazine. Was that really me? I couldn't believe this. Gave new meaning to the phrase 'buxom blonde.' "Honey, I could turn bi," Bev said with a smile. "How do you feel?" "I don't know what to say," I stammered. "This is amazing. Trace will be bowled over. Do you think I can carry this off?" I asked no one in particular. "No problem, babe," Bev said. "You may have to watch out for those lechers that may have plans for you - till they find out what's underneath." Bev winked at me. She was enjoying this and my discomfort. My big mouth. On the other hand, if I could pull this off, both Tracy and Bev would still be part of my life. I smiled inwardly. I certainly would have chatted me up hoping for something more. I couldn't get over Trixie's magic. Trixie held out something. A small purse. She put in a small compact, lipstick, mascara and some tissues. "OK, now grab this purse and walk around the room, we want to see you wiggle your butt sexily. Be confident, walk upright - don't slouch- and remember, one foot in front of the other. Remember to put your driving license and money in there later. Your wallet is too big for this dainty purse." I walked around the room holding the purse at my side, wiggling my hips as best I could. As I walked, I felt more comfortable and confident on the heels. This was all a daze, I couldn't still believe how I looked. I wondered what Tracy would think. I had to pull this off. There was too much at stake. "Trixie, thank you so very much. I really can't believe you're magic. What time is it?" I asked "Almost 6.15," Bev said. "What time are you meeting?" "Around 7 at the tavern," I said. "Great, I'll buy both you guys a drink," Bev said gathering her bag. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You want me to go to a bar?" "Duh," Bev smiled. "Aren't you going to strut your stuff at a bar later? Might as well get some practice." "There's a small bar a few minutes away," Trixie said. "I'll get a bag with all your things and you can bring them back or keep them if you wish. I have your credit card." She was all smiles. She probably had charged me a lot for this makeover but it was a really small price to pay. We went to our cars. I was nervous about driving in heels. Bev and Trixie followed. They put my bags in the trunk. "Now, sit sideways and pull your legs in," Trixie advised. Don't jump in like a male. Remember, you're a lady." "Tina, that's it, she's a Tina," Bev shouted. Trixie nodded. "Let's get Tina a drink," Trixie said and went to her car. We all drove off separately. The bar was literally a few minutes away and we arrived. Driving in heels took a little adjusting but I was gaining confidence by the minute. The bar was small and just had a few customers. Bev bought us all some white wine. We clinked and drank. "To Tina," Bev said. "May she come out alive?" We sipped the wine and were soon chatting as old friends. I was conscious that my bosom was prominent, my fingers holding the glass had red tips, and I could see a slight smudge of my lipstick on the glass. "Time to go," I said quietly. We finished our drinks and went back to the cars. Trixie took my purse and reapplied the lipstick and gloss. "Touch it up after dinner etc." she said. "You look really hot. Go dazzle them." She kissed my cheek and left. "Be good," Bev said as she hugged me. She felt my crotch. There was no bulge. "Is the little guy asleep? Stay out of trouble tonight and call if you need anything. I'll see you tomorrow. But will it be Tina or Tom?" She kissed my cheek careful not to spoil my makeup and left. I drove to the Tavern. I was right on time. I parked and looked at the mirror. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I certainly looked the part but could I carry it off? I swung my legs out as instructed and exited the car. I brushed down my dress and grabbed the small purse and walked to the entrance. I had been here before and was quite familiar with the bar area and the restaurant to the side. How could I have agreed to this I thought? But too late. I entered the bar area and looked around. I saw Tracy at a table with a drink. She was smoking a cigarette. I had never seen her smoke before so wondered what this was all about. I waited a moment to gather strength. I saw eyes watching me but it seems Tracy had not noticed the figure at the entrance. I strode up to her quietly. "May I sit down?" Tracy looked at me through the smoke of the cigarette. "Sor...sor.. Tom?" she asked looking at me intently. "Is that you?" "Yes," I said quietly. "I am Tina tonight. Can I have a drink too?" Tracy just kept looking at me speechless. "Is that really you?" she asked again and took a deep drag of her cigarette. She coughed, not used to smoking and stubbed it out. She waived the waiter over and ordered a white wine." "Since when did you start smoking? I never saw you before," I said. I found that interesting. She had her secrets too. "Only from this afternoon. You put me under a lot of stress," she answered. "I only puffed a cigarette at college," she said. "Until now, that is." I was responsible for that too it seemed. We sat there silently until the drinks arrived. We clicked glasses. Tracy continued to stare at my face, bosom, legs and every part of me. "So, Tina, tell me all about you and when this all began. I really can't get over this. You look terrific." She took out another cigarette and lit it. "I'm waiting." My mind raced furiously. I couldn't afford a mis-step. "You remember that I had once dressed up for Halloween with Kelly. Well that night ended in a wild sex romp. We were both hooked. Once or twice a month, Kelly would dress me up and make me up. The sex was amazing," I looked at Kelly watching me closely, taking an occasional drag, but she couldn't take her eyes off me. I continued. "Anyway, after that it was a little easier as Kelly and I were about the same size. I didn't really care how it looked, just loved the look and feel of it. After we broke up, I moved into my own apartment and started to acquire my own wardrobe. I also visited some services that helped me with the makeup and figure etc. I spent all afternoon getting ready. Tracy, I am really sorry. I promise you, I'll stop this and get rid of all my stuff." Tracy looked at me. "No you won't - not yet anyway. Continue the story. I want all the details. Did you go out, who you met and did you have more ... fun, was it?" I stared back at her, took another sip of wine, trying to create the story. "Well, of course the more I practiced the better I got at looking like a female. I tried makeup and wigs and had fun dressing up in different outfits etc. I did go to some clubs and had a few drinks, met with some more gurls, but didn't like that so much. The men there just, you know, only wanted one thing. So usually I left after one or two glasses of wine. I danced once or twice but not easy in heels as you know." "You're sure you didn't have a date with a guy? Are you sure? The way you look, I am sure they were lining up to get into your ...pants. If you wanted fun, you had plenty of opportunity. Tell me." This was getting me into a deeper hole but where could I go from here. "I did meet guys, of course, but I never did more than have a drink or a dance. Trace, it has been six or seven years since that Halloween and I swear I never was intimate with a man." This was true of course. She didn't ask about women. Kelly was pensive. Not sure if she believed me or not, but certainly there was no shouting. She was listening carefully. I needed to make sure I didn't go too far and screw up my story. "Then some years ago I met you and fell in love. You were so beautiful, sweet and I wanted you. How could I tell you about this side of me without losing you? You can understand that, can't you?" "So lying to me was the best way to have an enduring partnership? I am not sure how I would have reacted. I am not sure how I feel about you dressing. I am more upset that you couldn't share this with me and lied to me. How many more lies have you told? She was on fire now. "N..nothing," I said slowly. "It is really hard for me to tell you this but you have to believe me." I felt all of this falling apart. "I am not sure, Tom, I mean Tina was it? This is all too much. I trusted you implicitly." She looked around the bar looking to see if we were getting anyone's attention. "I Know," I started. "But can you imagine my fear in losing you? Trace, I know you and know how you think and react. I thought this would freak you out - and it did. Right?" "Well, yes, but it was the way I discovered it. If you had sat me down and tried to explain this to me, perhaps I could have accepted that more. I see a great looking woman - yes I said it - great looking woman and I can't believe that you haven't had a man approach you. It's hard to believe." She was almost shaking as she took a sip of her wine. She took out another cigarette and sought her lighter. A lighter flickered magically and she inhaled looking at the man. "Tracy? Tracy Whitman? I would recognize you anywhere." The man was well dressed in a suit & tie, neat hair and shiny shoes. "D.. Dave?" Tracy asked. "How are you, Tracy? Who's your friend? Sorry, were we interrupting something?" Tracy looked at me for a long moment, then at them. She took a drag. "No, it's OK Dave. We were just catching up. This is Tina." "Hi, Tina, I'm Dave and this is Jack. How are you?" They shook my hand and I took it softly like a lady would. No questions asked, they dragged up chairs and we were now a foursome. 'Trouble', I thought. This didn't look good, could only lead to trouble. What was Tracy thinking? She still looked nervous and uncertain. Dave was leader of the pack. He ordered champagne and wanted to celebrate. He ordered some tapas for which I was grateful. I couldn't drink more without getting smashed. I needed to keep my wits and my head before this. I was trying to make eye contact with Tracy but she seemed distracted. This is not what I had imagined. "I need the restroom," I said. "Please excuse me." The men stood up as I grabbed my purse and pulled my dress down. I started for the restroom. "Hold up, Tina," Tracy finally said. "I need to go to." She followed me to the ladies. We walked the few paces in silence and I entered the ladies restroom. The first time in my life. It was midsized, squeaky clean. "Sorry, Trace, but I can't do this. I know they are your friends but I have to go. We can talk tomorrow." "No Tina, I'm sorry. I am confused, upset and ..." She started to cry. I hugged her and she hugged back. Our bosoms mashed each other as we squashed our bodies trying to avoid messing our makeup. "It's ok," I said. "Just get rid of them." "Not so easy," Tracy said. "Dave is the senior partner's son. I don't want to go into any explanation but you know partner's meeting is coming soon. Let's just have a drink and he'll leave trying to sew his oats elsewhere. OK?" What could I say? I nodded. I looked at my face in the mirror. Just the lips but otherwise it was all holding together. "I need to use the facilities. Will you wait for me?" Tracy nodded. "I have to go too," I entered a toilet and wriggled to get my panties and gaff down. My little guy was quiet and I sat down and did my thing. My nails were a problem. I was careful not to break one. I managed although it took some time, I managed to straighten myself. Tracy was already done and touching up her lips. I took out the tube that Trixie had provided and tried to do this as professionally as possible. Tracy was watching carefully as I colored my lips, rubbed them together and then applied the gloss. "Let's get back and knock them out." Tracy linked arms and we returned to our guys. The tapas were laid out and tasted a few bites. The tight corset didn't allow anything more. I saw Tracy have a few bites too. The music had started and some couples were dancing. I looked at Tracy and hoped that the guys would wander off. She looked at me with that peculiar look. Something between I'm sorry and please try to humor them... I don't know but felt I was getting deeper into a hole. Dave asked me to dance. I didn't know what to do. A look from Tracy decided for me. I wasn't to let her down but to let Dave drag me to the small floor was a challenge. Jack followed suite with Tracy and soon all four of us were on the floor. It was soft music and not much movement for which I was grateful. I was not used to the heels but dancing had not been on my agenda. However, the slow music also meant closer dancing and Dave crushed me to him. He was kissing my ear and whispering how beautiful I was. If only he knew. It seemed like Jack was doing the same to Tracy. I didn't know where this was going to end, but I was sure it wouldn't be good. I just let Dave hold me and we just swayed to the music. We went back to our seats. Jack had his arm around Tracy's waist and was holding her close. We sipped our drinks and Dave suggested we go to a club. "Sorry, Dave, got to work tomorrow. A lot on my plate as you may know." Tracy tried to make excuses. "Hey don't be a party pooper," Dave said. "My Dad will be happy we all bonded." He nodded at Jack. "He doesn't want this party to end either by the looks of things." Jack was sitting very close to Tracy holding her hand and nuzzling her ear. "Tina, how about you?" Dave turned to me. "Are you a party pooper too? It's only 10." "Well, no," I replied. "But tomorrow is a working day for me too." I was getting restless. I looked at Tracy who seemed preoccupied with her cigarette and wouldn't look me in the eye. I was thinking furiously how to get us out of this nightmare. "Well then, we'll get a nightcap at the bar and have one last drink. OK?" Dave posed the question to Tracy and me. "OK," Tracy said softly and I nodded. "White wine please." Dave & Jack left to get the drinks and I stared at Tracy. She was obviously unhappy but dressed as I was I saw no way to get her out of this predicament. "Sorry T..Tina. Please come back to the house we can talk more there. OK? Sorry." Tracy was pleading with me. "Sure," I said. Where else could I go? Dave & Jack returned with our drinks and we took some big sips. I hadn't eaten much and had 3 glasses of wine. Wasn't sure how that would work with the cops. And I certainly didn't want to be stopped tonight. We finished our drinks and grabbed our purses. It was time to head off home. I stood up and straightened out my dress. Tracy too. "Where is your car?" she asked. "At the back." I had seen Tracy's car a couple of cars down from mine. "Why don't I drop you back home and I can drive you over here in the morning." I was trying to get companionship on the way back. "OK," Tracy said. "Maybe a good idea." "Jack, lets walk the ladies to the car," Dave said. "The car park is not too well lit." Jack grabbed Tracy at the waist again. She didn't resist as he was kissing her cheek. Dave took the chance to grab me by the waist as we headed out. Dave was muttering about what a lucky coincidence it was that we met and that we should try to hook up again. Friday, was a good day he suggested. He knew Tracy was married but didn't seem to care that much. We walked to the car along a small pathway. Jack and Tracy ahead, Dave and I just behind. Just like any two couples out for the night. Jack stooped and planted a long kiss on Tracy. She was either unable or unwilling to resist and gave in. Dave saw that as his opportunity and before I knew it, his lips were on mine, his tongue poking into me. 'What the hell,' I thought. What do I do now? I let him kiss me and we walked to the car. As we reached my car, Tracy went to the passenger side. I opened the central locking. Jack took this opportunity to grab her in another hug and was kissing her deeply. Before I could show any reaction. Dave was all over me. His tongue in my mouth. His tight hug crushed my breasts and I was afraid my wig might come off. How would I explain that? I didn't want him feeling me and discover my silicone breasts or that thing between my legs. I needed to distract him. I kissed him back and then groped for his crotch. It seemed like he had a bulge down there that was due to me. Wow. Under any other circumstances I would have been flattered. But now? He was loosening his belt. More trouble but he let go off my neck and head so at least he would move my wig. His pants were loose and he was forcing my hand inside his pants. I broke his kiss to see Tracy and it seemed she was in a similar position. Oh God, what was I to do to get out of this? I was lent against the driver door. I broke his kiss for a moment. "Let me," I said as I had my left hand down his boxers, holding his cock and with the other hand I opened the driver door. As the door opened the interior light went on. I sat sideways in the driver seat, one hand on his cock and tried to switch off the interior light. Tracy noticed this too and opened her door. She was in a similar position I guessed. But her risk was less than mine. Her parts were all natural. I found the light and switched it off. It was dark in that area and nobody else in that moment. Would Dave be happy with a hand job, I thought. As I sat there, I lowered his pants and boxers, and grabbed his cock with both hands. I stroked him slowly as I had done myself. I didn't realize this was a bad move until I felt Dave's hands on my head pushing me toward his cock. What the hell was I supposed to do now? He wanted to put it in my lipsticked mouth. If I resisted, the wig may move and I would be discovered. I assumed Tracy was in a similar position but I couldn't see her. We had our backs to each other. When there are no choices, decisions are easy. I moved my mouth toward his penis and gave it a little peck. I was stroking him furiously but he didn't appear close. I felt the inevitable. I heard slurping sounds behind me and imagined that Tracy was already having a mouthful. I wanted this finished fast so I could put it behind me. I opened my mouth and took it in slowly, salivating furiously to ease the passage down my throat. As I took him in deeper. Dave's hands wandered to my silicone breasts. Perhaps it was the passion or the drink or whatever, but he seemed quite happy to squeeze and pinch my nipples as if they were real. I tried to take him in deeper but it was big. I stroked him hard and soon felt his sac tightening. My lips were stretched and thank God for the lipstick, it provided a lubricant. Moments later I felt his thrust got more intensive as he tried to choke me with his cock. I kept up the rhythm, felt him tensing and soon had a sticky substance filling my mouth. I sucked him harder and had it not been so firmly attached to his body, I am sure it would have torn away. His thrusts eased and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. It seemed that Tracy too had done her job. I had seen her blowing Jack earlier and she was now sitting quietly. Dave was tucking in his boxers and pants. He bent down, looked me in the eye and kissed me. He didn't seems to care that I still had his taste in my mouth and some of it may have passed to him. "That was amazing, babe," he said for all to hear. How was Tracy going to ever understand this? I had done it for her? He kissed me again, not at all put off by his cum on my lips. "Good night," he said. "I'll see you Friday." He closed the car door. I sat there staring ahead, hands on the wheel thinking of how it had all gone so wrong. Tracy sat there too quietly. "I'm sorry, Tina, really I am. I never imagined this would happen. Will you forgive me?" I sat there quiet for a moment. I had done what she had accused me off. That's what started this whole thing. I turned to her. "Trace, I am sorry too that you had to see that. I didn't know what to do. I just..." Tracy put her finger to my lips. "Shhh." She said, lent forward and kissed me hungrily on the lips. It was awkward in the car but our pent up desires took over. Our lips crushed each other's. We were both so turned on. "Tina, I was so turned on by that..that thing in your mouth. Was that wrong?" Tracy was almost in tears. "Tina had a lot of new experiences today, Trace," I said. "I did that without thinking to get us out of a worse jam. But the truth is that as Tina I didn't find it so bad. Not sure why I wasn't revolted by it. I know how you sometimes want to suck me, and well." "Tom... I mean Tina," Tracy interrupted... "Stop, enough! I don't know how to thank you for tonight. It was important to keep Dave happy but I didn't imagine it'd go this far. And it seems he was judging by the smile on his face. You did well for your ........first time." Was she being sincere? There was a small smile. "I have a favor to ask - even though I owe you big time," Tracy continued. "No problems Trace. I hope we can get back to normal again." I kissed her lightly on the lips. "I want that more than anything." I took a breath. "What favor," I asked. "Anything, you know I'll do anything for you." "Good," said Tracy. "Well,.... will you... will you remain Tina for me a little while longer? Maybe you can get to play dress up openly so you need not hide it any longer. We can even go out. God, you look soooo hot." She attacked my lips again. There I was with my mind racing. Better shut up. My big mouth had got me into a lot of trouble but it seemed that the same mouth had managed to get me out of it.