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The Beard
by MadQuill
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It was another cool morning and I was running along the towpath with my
work buddy Sean. We had been running together for a little over three
months and I felt great about the nearly daily training. The fresh air
and exercise brought a calm to me. The affect was I was now near skinny.
Sean had posed an idea three weeks ago.
"Let's do the upcoming sprint triathlon race," he suggested. I figure it
was the next step and would focus my workouts. We had been riding and
training in the local pool for almost a week now.
I had decided to try the shorten version of the typically grueling race
but my wife of ten years wasn't happy with the additional time
commitment.
She had told me when I suggested the race, "Teddy I have supported all
of the running and we both know you are healthier today for it but,"
She stopped short of asking me to skip the tri. Our world hadn't
included children. Samantha loved her work and stayed healthy and fit.
Over the past three years I had allowed my belly to grow and now I had
exercised and lost that flab. We got to spend sometime together each day
and the weekends but each week I wondered if there could be something
new. The triathlon seemed like a good focus for me but she seemed
distance as she stopped talking of the race five week ahead.
There was more to our marriage then sex but we made love less frequently
since I had begun to run in earnest. I loved Sam deeply and had thought
of her paused statement a lot since then. A comfortable home and good
jobs though didn't fulfill me. I wasn't an adventurous person but I had
time on my hands and when I began the jogging I never thought of a
competitive event. Now I was sweaty and needed to relax and enjoy the
weekend.
I came back from the pool on Saturday morning and while showering I
decided to shave my legs since the other triathlon swimmers had smooth
skin. I wasn't furry but I felt strange around the smoothly groomed
swimmers. When I had finished I looked in the mirror and saw my modest
beard and got out a new razor and shaved the friend from my face.
I had worn the beard for over eleven years but it wasn't long or thick
as I kept it trimmed. Back when I started to wear a beard it had taken
me almost three months of growth to even look like I just hadn't skipped
a few days of shaving. Now I was surprised how I looked thinner with the
beard gone. I smiled and headed to the Kitchen.
Samantha was shocked when I came downstairs and turned the corner.
She kissed me after laughing at my naked face, "and the legs too Ted?"
I was wearing my bike shorts and now I felt the cool morning air without
the facial hair. I tried to explain about the leg hair and the guys in
the pool this morning.
Samantha smiled as said, "That's kind of a surprise, the leg thing I
mean, but the smooth face means I won't be using my spare time to find
another lover."
She then told me that she really liked the smooth kiss, "I would have
gone looking, for a woman though, and I am not kidding. This morning as
I played with myself, you weren't around to get me off nor were you in
my imagination. I thought of taking Tara up on her pass."
She explained about her girlfriend's intimate suggestion earlier in the
week.
"Several days ago I ran into her at the Mall, she was dressed to the
nines. I must have been excited, maybe flushed a little and she felt my
attraction. I mean she look great and I was," she paused a moment and
turned to look at me.
"She had done her hair and face, she was wearing sexy heels and the
dress was just," Samantha rolled her eyes upward and told me how even
Tara's legs seemed to shimmer.
"Her sexy outfit, I was, I was annoyed Teddy. I was wearing just, it
doesn't really matter but she looked gorgeous and I wasn't. I mean I
just felt so ordinary."
I hoped that Samantha didn't notice that I was getting stiff in my
shorts as she talked about her Tara. She had been living with a
girlfriend right out of college but years before we had started dating.
"We stopped for a coffee and when I sat next to her she tried to kiss
me," I saw her rouge cheeks. She was either excited or embarrassed.
I remained quiet listening to her story, but was anxious hearing of the
other day.
"When I looked down to escape her kiss I saw through the glass tabletop
that her dress had shifted and I could see that she was wear hose',
garters, so sexy, I ahh, almost. I was quite excited but I stood up and
said goodbye."
The idea that she was sharing this near intimate affair caused me to re-
focus. As she continued to reveal her sexual excitement of that day I
almost kicked myself. I would abandon the race. I was losing her.
As she poured a cup of coffee I considered my running and the time I had
been devoting to myself as she spoke about this woman. My wife was
lonely or just in need of something else other then me? But then she
surprised me out of my contemplation.
"But Teddy, with that ugly beard gone I have plans for that smooth
chin," she had put down the cup and came to my side. Her fingers came to
my face and parted in a 'V' as she caressed the smooth skin above my
mouth. I was now quite hard as she pulled me upstairs to the bedroom. I
immediately dropped to my knees as she pushed her house pants down to
her knees. She hadn't worn a panty.
"Oh yes baby, I have waited years for my smooth faced lover to arrive,"
Samantha moaned.
I let it pass, her remark, but considered the two thoughts together as I
focused on her pleasure; her talk of the lesbian pass from Tara and my
naked face. I had always loved to bring her to orgasm with my tongue and
lips.
Within a few minutes of my kissing and licking her moist pussy Samantha
climaxed loudly.
"God yes, so, so, ah, Ahh," she screamed.
I held my tongue still on her hood as she shook. A moment later she
said, "Enough, oh wow lover."
After her peak she laid down on her back and I mounted the bed beside
her on my hip. She had her eyes closed but said, "I really do mean it
Teddy. The 'beard' will never again be in bed with me."
I wondered about the reference but decided to not get into a fight as
she was glowing.
She told me how much time she had to think about it, "I have wanted a
woman to kiss me there like that Ted. The hirsute hubby must never
return. I miss having a smooth faced pussy eater."
I told her I was fine with that, "I won't allow it to grow back Sam,"
but she spoke over me.
"No mister, you need to listen more carefully. Teddy I have needs and
they could include you but,"
She rolled to look out the window, "it's like you became someone new
just now. I now realize that I haven't ever seen you without some level
of facial hair."
I had started to let my scruffy face hair grow before we met over eleven
years ago. She was working as a bank examiner and was all business with
her short haircut and business pantsuits. We were married within nine
month. She was thirty-two and I was just thirty.
"Back then the rough beard was kind of the rage. Pitt was wearing one
too," she said remembering the wedding images.
She talked of her changing feelings and I was quite sad listening. She
spoke of her consulting work and how she met many successful women;
several others had made passes over the last year.
"I can't suggest that Tara is at the root of my new desires but seeing
her and now your clean sexy face I," she paused.
We lay there for ten minutes not saying anything. Then she sat up.
"How committed are you to keeping us together?"
She was looking carefully at me and had moved so that our hips were
touching. She was still a little flushed and looked great with her hair
rumpled from lying down. She smiled and took my chin and moved my head
slowly from side to side. Her long fingers glided across my high cheeks.
"It is crazy that I have never seen this before, I mean you without a
beard Teddy, and you have my scent on you."
She kissed me sensually as her hand came to my bottom. It was wonderful
to feel her passion and our kiss continued for nearly a minute.
"Wow, so smooth," as whispered as she got up from the bed, "I'll get the
lunch ready. I would like you to re-consider the triathlon. I need you
here a lot more."
When I came downstairs for lunch fifteen minutes later I saw that she
had the CPU open next to my plate. She was cleaning a pan in the sink
and was not looking my way as I sat and saw the article:
"My Husband has become my Wife"
I quietly read the short first paragraphs and got up and went back
upstairs. I didn't comprehend her intent and needed to think.
A while later Samantha came into the bedroom and opened her drawer and
she pulled out several undergarments. These were lacy stuff that I had
never seen her wear. There were store tags on the bra and there was a
panty too. Both were a soft pink, maybe rose in color.
"I bought these," she sighed, "for you the other day," and she tossed
them to the bed as I looked over and took in her thought. She didn't
push any harder and something just clicked in my head. She kept looking
at me without speaking nor changing her expression. I knew I needed to
do something. We had somehow arrived at a crisis of our identity as
lovers. I sensed that I would see her leave if I did something stupid. I
wanted her still and in fact I was a little unsure that this was the
right move.
I stood and walked the few steps to where these intimate pieces lay on
the bed. I picked each up slowly reviewing them.
"Is it really that clear to you Theodore?" she almost never called me
Theodore.
She was several feet away as I held the panty in my hand. I was
considering the on-line article as well as her beauty so near and yet
she seemed to be asking rather than demanding my action.
"Or should we agree Isadore is better?"
I quietly chuckled, "that's the masculine, Isadora might work,"
I looked up as she came to my side. How would I adjust to her curious
new desire? Could I walk away from nearly twelve years of being
together? I realized I was trembling slightly.
"It is a lot to ask," she said, "but it is in your hands, lets try this
okay Issy?"
The nickname was her trying to soft the conflict in my head. She had
never said a thing about the fine lingerie now wrapped about my fingers.
The quick look to her face was reassuring but she remained still and
quiet.
I wondered how this could be happening so quickly, Issy? It seemed like
I was learning slowly what might have to occur.
Now Samantha moved to sit on the bed as I stood near, "It has been in my
head since Tara's pass but when you presented your smooth body to me I
knew I had to make you aware. I do not want to end our marriage," her
voice quivered softly as her hand came to touch my hip.
She then lightly, tentatively kissed my cheek as I sat beside her, "So
let us try and embrace,"
She didn't complete the thought but pulled me into a hug and we kissed.
Over the years in the bedroom she led our lovemaking. Now she wanted me
to submit to her will on this exploration. This would not have been
possible for the hairy dude I was earlier today. I considered how long I
had been considering changing myself. The running initially was Sean's
suggestion but I was more than twenty-five pounds over weight. At five-
seven and a half I now weighted only eight pounds more then Samantha.
She was just shorter than me. One hundred forty pounds had been a goal
in my head, but why?
"Lets try these on," she slipped to her knees and pulled my bike shorts
off with some effort. I had dropped the flimsy panty to help get my legs
out of the tight restrictive fabric. Now she held the tiny panty as I
lifted my smooth right and then the left leg. There was no resistance in
me at that moment. Now as I removed the shirt she saw that my chest was
smooth too but did not voice a sound.
"Now the bra Issy," she showed me that this one had a clasp in the
front.
As she went her drawer I closed my eyes and considered bolting or
yelling but there was something in how she was acting. I looked at sexy
ass as she bent slightly at her hips.
I saw her picked up a box, "I had these from the Gala two years ago. I
needed a bit more breast to fill the cups of the gown I wore," she held
the box out to me. It was from Victoria's Secret, shaping inserts the
cover said.
"Let me help you Issy," but she did not wait for my nod and I felt her
warm hand slip one of the soft forms into the bra cup. I immediately
felt the subtle weight. With both in place Samantha handed me a rose
colored slip. She quietly moved backward to look at me.
"You might step into this," she offered as she came close to helped me
with a slip.
I wanted to pause but something else took over my mind; she was going to
allow me to decide but it was a path she was piloting along on now. I
had to get off or follow her lead. We had never discussed doing any
gender related stuff but today we were going there and I had better
understand that her will would not relent.
"Samantha, we are going someplace I can't quite fathom," a said in a
near whisper.
She stepped back, "That won't do Issy, the panty looks silly," she
didn't acknowledge my statement.
She bent to her knees again as she reached into the panty and shifted my
semi-hard penis backward and settled the panty again about my hips.
As she back away again I could she still wasn't happy, "I have a control
panty. That will work."
A minute later she moved us to the mirror and I saw something I had
never imagined.
She hugged me, "Now I can see the, well there is a feminine you Issy.
Teddy is not with us now is he?"
As she looked again at the reflection she returned to her drawers.
Digging in the bottom of the lower one she pulled out another garment.
"Drop the slip from your shoulders," I did so as she came about me with
her girdle like thing.
"No Issy, this is a corset. I haven't worn it in over three years. It
might help define your shape a bit."
A few minutes later she smiled. The slip was covering the taut garment
that she had pulled tight about me.
"There, see your waist honey?" again she walked away, leaving the room.
I stood still and knew I was heading over a cliff. Samantha was dressing
me and my dick was still semi-hard even bent and held tight by her
panty.
I heard her saying something from the other room, "I think that wig from
the theater company play is in the upper storage," I heard her getting a
stool and the squeak of the door opening, then the shuffling of boxes.
As she came back I saw her remove the dust from the box cover, "They
required me to purchase this when I had that supporting role in "The
Secret Garden". I didn't ever see how I would want to be a brown-haired
girl again, but, let me settle it."
She pushed the wig cap over my medium length wavy blonde head.
As she brushed out the shape she paused to look at me, "I think we are
getting somewhere. You are getting a bit large down there."
But my penis was still held back by her tight panty girdle.
She smiled as she dropped to knees and touched me, "Maybe its my turn to
lick you Issy?"
She somehow pulled and pushed the panties and got my semi-hard penis
loose. Her light kisses stirred me and then she opened her lips and drew
me into the warmth.
"Oh Samantha, can you," but she shooed me to be quiet.
She withdrew me from between her lips and sighed, "Enjoy me loving your
body Isadora."
I watched her licking and sucking, her tongue and hand loving my hard
dick. She would close her eyes and focused but then open them and smile
up at me. She had never seemed to enjoy giving me oral. I saw the subtle
rose chemise I was wearing move as she pumped my moist member. I felt
the tight grasp of her corset as well as her hand wrapped about my
penis.
A moment later I came into her mouth and she looked up and smiled again.
I saw my semen ooze from her lips. She licked and played with my cock as
I was still stiff. She looked magnificent with my cream covering her
lips.
"This could be the best day we have shared Isadora. I want to be with
you and we have all day."
Afterward we got under the covers and napped. I awoke to see her back.
She was wearing a black dress and heels. She was looking into the mirror
on her bureau and doing something to her right eye. I could smell her
No. Five scent. She glanced towards me with the reflection of the
mirror.
"Mascara, I have had a shower. The wig has slipped Issy but you still
have me excited. I will do your face after we find a dress for you."
She put down the wand and went to her closet.
"This red one might fit, only with the corset though," she turned and
held it against her body, "A little shorter than mine. See how the waist
is drawn in here?"
An hour later she had applied a set of false nails to my fingers and
full lashes onto my eyes. The red dress had required her to pull the
strings tighter but only a little.
Before she had zipped the dress into place I had tried on seven pairs of
her heels to find a pair that were a reasonable fit.
"Those I bought for dancing but I have never worn them. See the heel
isn't too tiny nor tall, black patent leather Issy."
The dress had a concealed zipper and once Samantha had re-tightened the
corset a second time the zip glided closed. I had to breath carefully as
I became accustom to the outfit. I looked at my reflection but a saw a
woman there. The visage I saw startled me.
"Let me help you with the heels," she bent down and slipped my hose'
covered feet into the shoes. As she started to raise her hand softly
glided up my smooth nylon covered leg. She continued to my groin and
patted my semi-stiff penis covered in the two panties.
"Lets look how we have done Isadora," as she rose and came to my side to
look in the tall full mirror.
"I think we need a picture !" she declared and she left my side. I had a
tripod in the other room.
I tried to smile and noticed the difference. I didn't look like a he at
all. She had transformed me in a matter of hours. It no longer
frightened me. She had assured me that it was a Saturday and we could
play and tomorrow was another day. We were both going on this adventure,
maybe we would be wife and wife but she wasn't going anywhere.
I stood looking at my image, the subtle Linen scent met my nose and the
benefit to the structured garment was evident.
"You can't share my Five Issy," she had said as she applied the perfume
wand to my neck.
Even with the small false breasts my profile was clearly feminine. I
couldn't yet understand how she had taken us on this journey it was only
two-thirty in the afternoon and we had already had sex twice.
She returned with her camera attached and composed the shot using me
standing in front of the mirror, "Let me sync this to the CPU Isadora."
After getting the link set she quickly made a few shots. When she
reviewed them she paused.
"I need you to 'feel' how you look Isadora, that means relax and smile,"
she made several more shots and slowly I started to follow her
direction.
"Isadora, you have me creaming my thong. I'm so hot !" But she was
still working the camera and occasionally showing me how an image
looked. I was smiling in all of them because I could see her joy as she
pushed me to try again.
"Poise is something that will require time Isadora but, there, a perfect
shot !"
With me finally comfortable in the dress and heels she set up the timer
and began to shot us together. First we simply stood, then held hands
and finally she began to make out with me.
"Let's review them together Issy."
I saw the simplified name as endearing; she seemed to only use Isadora
when she was aroused.
Several of the images were remarkable. She looked radiant as her hands
touched my body. In each she was a little taller but her heels were over
three inches tall. When she shot the second set she became frisky and
released her dress to show her lingerie. For the third set she was
exposing her beautiful breasts.
"I would love one where we are on the bed and your lovely panty covered
bottom is at the center of the shot."
She had always loved to make pictures but she said the two of us looked
like we were lovers in a lesbian photoset.
"Issy we can stop now for my pussy is so hot."
I saw her remove her bra and panty but she left her hose' and heels on
as I started to undress.
"Ah dear Isadora, you will remain just as you are. I will get your
cockette free when necessary. I want to enjoy our hard work by fucking
my new girlfriend."
First she moved over me and we kissed passionately, I felt her free
breasts touching my tiny bumps. She had released the zip of the red
dress and somehow we managed to get it off and over my head without
upsetting the wig.
"I want to ride your cock reverse Isadora," as she positioned my penis
and she slid down onto my thighs I felt her wetness as her hand reached
and rubbed my tip along her soaking slit. I wanted to help her but she
seemed to want to handle the penetration as she continued to rub my
penis helmet about her wet vulva. A moment later I knew I was positioned
at her lovely pussy and she slid down onto me. Starting slowly Samantha
rolled and moved atop me, moving upward, allowing me to feel the air
near the end of my dick; I almost slipped out. Then slowly she came down
to my hips again. I closed my eyes a moment to enjoy the patience she
used to impale herself atop of my hard cock. Her hand played with her
free breasts. Then she looked over her shoulder and smiled as she
started to bounce and her moans filled the room. I wanted her to climax
first and since she had popped me earlier I could maintain my erection
as she fucked us. At the point when she was close she turned about and
reinserted my penis.
"I want to watch your face Isadora as we fuck this first time to orgasm.
We will be doing more of this right honey?"
As she sat atop me I reached up to play with her fat nipples and smiled
at her joyful face. She closed her eyes as her thighs began to tremble.
She was close.
"Fuck my hot tight pussy Isadora. Fuck me, god I love you Isadora. Fuck
me, yes, ohh," she moaned loudly.
I felt the grip of her pussy squeeze me as she peaked to the thrusts and
bounce of our bodies. She fell atop of me and kissed me as she sensed my
orgasm begin.
"Yes Isadora, I fucked you, I fucked my lover," I closed my eyes as she
whispered into my ear.
"I want to be with Isadora again and again," then her lips met mine and
we kissed with my dick still inside of her.
The camera never stopped. She had set the timer to fire every minute or
so. The digital images almost looked like a badly lite porn movie but
she had captured us in a way I would never have imagined before today.
I somehow got downstairs wearing her silk robe over the chemise and
lingerie and found some chilled champagne. Walking on the stairs in
heels was difficult but she shouted her encouragement to me. Wandering
about dressed as I was I glimpsed a woman in the various mirrors we had,
even in the glazing and other shiny surfaces. I smiled to myself
thinking of what the neighbor who regularly looked at our home from hers
across the street.
"Click, click, I hear you on the kitchen tile Issy."
As I came back into the bedroom I saw Samantha had removed her heels but
still wore her lingerie, "I think Ms. Curious might have seen me just a
moment ago," I said.
Samantha moved to look out the window, "Well she is at the window Issy,
so what though."
My brown toned wig was definitely darker that Sam's blonde locks.
When we were settled on the bedroom sofa she moved to kiss me, "Issy we
have spent the entire day together making love. I can love this. I found
something to cause my body to relish yours. Can your will allow it to be
so Isadora?"
I told her that this day had been surprising at every moment and that of
course I loved today.
"I hope you can love me Samantha. I am so happy I shaved this morning !"
She smiled and snuggled against me. Her legs were draped over mine,
"Then we will schedule the first electrolysis appointment for Monday
evening Issy?"
I agreed but wondered about the pain. Samantha had used the salon
several years ago, "Well sure Issy but it is a short pain and time
consuming. There may be alternatives but that might involve drugs, you
know, hormones."
We were relaxed when she brought up Tara, "I was very close to having an
affair with her."
I just remained quiet and listened, "It has been over fifteen years
since I had been with a woman and she just aroused me. Much like seeing
you in the red dress did today. The nature of my sexual arousal had
become muted a little as you began to run more. An indifference to us
having sex, making love, was both your issue and mine. I'm not excusing
my reduced interest in making love though, but women tend to cheat
driven by loneliness. I crave intimacy Issy; like this right here, now.
I needed something new and Tara was almost too near."
She continued, "And monogamy, my possible infidelity, has nothing to do
with love. Today we experienced frisson from the erotic nature of your
dressing. It was absolutely a thrill, we are still here and so is the
shiver, that excitement as I feel the soft satin and the sexy hose' on
your body Isadora. I think it was a European writer that said 'our
imagination is responsible for love'."
I had read Proust and though it was years ago I recalled the statement.
She looked at me, "I was close to the ultimate betrayal Issy and 'Ted'
would have been right to leave me. I believe today we have avoided a
trauma because we both changed and dressed for each other. We did this
to protect each other and now we have a new romantic ideal. I can see
many days spent together like we our now."
I didn't say it but thought 'WOW' how did these events coincide today
and thank god they did. She was going to call Tara this morning and plan
an interlude and my shaving left her with an alternative.
Samantha was explaining much more to me than I was prepared for this
morning, "I'm not a person who wanted to hurt you though. I believe my
halted affair would have destroyed both of us but I was acting, gazing
her way, because of me, what I had become. I had become lazy and
unimaginative; Isadora has changed all of that."
She slipped off the sofa to her knees and pushed aside the panties
concealing my penis, "I'm so alive Isadora," and she took me into her
mouth.
I looked at her and saw her raw desire as she licked and suckled me. To
think that with me in a dress we had avoided destruction. She had not
betrayed her vows nor me. The Beard was some kind of cover for sure and
it been scraped away and allowed the two of us to re-play our desire for
each other. This was more than unconventional but the alternative was
disaster.
I now had a dual nature because Samantha led me to understand something
we both had not seen before this morning.
As she stroked me she said, "I have a new lover Isadora, I have found
her toy to be just right."
I was getting near.
"I want to be inside you," she said, "I want to fuck you Isadora."
I focused to hold off the eruption of my body into her hand as she
paused and moved to straddle my hips. I shifted my chemise away and was
breathing deeply as she slid my cockhead around her pussy lips. I saw
her eyes looking into mine as she giggled softly and played with my tip,
inserting about an inch but then withdrawing. She was teasing me and I
squinted to stop my orgasm. As she moaned she lowered her pussy atop my
hard penis while intently looking into my eyes and she whispered.
"I marry you, I marry you, I marry you Isadora."
I began to climax on the fifth drop of her hot pussy to my hips. The
penetration felt unreal for we had known each other but this was a new
us. I trembled as I filled my lover's body and she moaned. She had again
filled my heart, with desire, with love, with tomorrow.
The End
This story may not be continued, like "Lenia's Return" or "Staying with
Him"
These two characters together have disallowed their perdition
by MadQuill
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