The new Mrs Harris Part 3
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A couple of weeks later I lying on a sun lounger in Florida. Allen and
I had come here on vacation here, and whilst he had gone to play golf,
I had chosen to go lie at our hotel's private beach. It had been a
difficult choice, as it meant wearing a bikini, a modest bikini, but a
bikini all the same. It was navy blue with white polka dots and a
frilly trim, which of course did nothing to hide my muffin top but
that didn't seemed to deter any of the other middle-aged women down
here.
I was so glad to be away from home. I needed a break from the
monotonous drudgery of housework and, besides, living next door to my
old house I was constantly reminded of my old life. I had actually
spoken to Melissa last week. She had called by my parents house whilst
Mrs. Harris was out just as I arrived home from the supermarket.
Melissa had helped me carry my bags in and then stayed to chat for an
hour. It was torture. I desperately wanted to tell her who I really
was but managed to resist.
Now I lay on the sun lounger sipping pina colada through a straw and
watching a group of girls lie on the public part of the beach from
behind my Jackie Onassis sun glasses. God they were hot, especially
the dark haired one in the tiny white bikini. I felt the now familiar
aching longing begin in my crotch and so tore my attention away to a
nearby group of college guys playing volleyball. That's what I would
have been doing, had I not been saddled with this plump middle-aged
woman's body. I tried to imagine myself going down to play with them
and let out a short humourless laugh that disturbed my neighbour.
Ordering another pi?a colada, I watched the young people play, feeling
like a disparate voyeur. Shaking my head at the predictability as one
of the guys asked the girls to join in, an obvious play, which worked
all the same. The girls giggled and jumped around, boobs bouncing in
their tiny bikinis and the guys tried to outdo each other to impress
them. Before long they quit playing and went back to the beach, the
girls moving their stuff over to the boys, each choosing a guy to sit
next to. My raven haired beauty chose an athletic guy with short brown
hair. Lucky bastard.
If it wasn't for that spell, I could have been on the beach with my
buddies....or Melissa. Horrible self-pity washed over me and as usual
I found myself blindly groping for my cigarettes. Thank god you could
smoke on the private beach. The flight down had been horrendous, and
really brought home just how addicted Mrs Harris's body was to the
horrible things. I had been desperate by the time I got out the
airport.
Lighting up, I pulled hard on the menthol cigarette and thought back
to my first realization that Mrs. Harris's body came with this
addiction.
I still hated the horrible things but they were as much a part of my
new life as drinking or eating and now I couldn't imagine going more
than a few hours without one. Alcohol and coffee made the addiction
worse. I always found myself disparate for a cigarette after meals,
when I was stuck in traffic or on the telephone, and after sex of
course. But stress was the main trigger I simply couldn't ignore.
Exhaling, I held the cigarette between two fingers topped with long
red nails and I looked down over my huge heaving breasts to my middle-
aged female body. Thinking back to my old athletic young male body I
whispered the litany.
"I am Janice Harris. A 48 year old housewife with a loving husband."
Back at the hotel room i lay on the bed makes, waiting for Allen to
finish in the batherom. "Oh yes, oh god yes" I whispered as the raven
haired beauty from earlier licked me out "don't stop, please don't
stop"
Of course this was just a fantasy I ran through as I lay there,
desperately trying to pleasure myself with my fingers. I had been so
horny from my voyeurism that I had no choice but to try and satisfy
myself. In my fantasy, the raven-haired girl had come to me at the bar
and told me she had been watching me from the beach. She thought I
looked sexy lying there in my bikini, smoking and sipping pi?a colada.
We had gone back to my room and she kissed me, fondling my tits.
However, like all my previous times trying to masterbate in this body,
all i had done was make myself hornier.
As the weeks had gone by, I found it hard to fantasize as my old self
anymore and all the fantasies I played out in my head involved me in
Mrs. Harris's middle-aged body, which seemed frankly ridiculous.
Sighing I got off the. bed as i heard Allen come in. He was drying off
and smiled at my nakedness, and kissed me gently on the lips.
Right now, I was as desperate as I had ever been for sex though, my
mind still full of thoughts of the girl on the beach. Allen didn't
seem to notice though and I reached down to his cock to try and get
him in the mood.
"Princess, please," he protested, I just got out the tub and don't
want get sweaty again." However, that didn't stop him cupping my
breasts, causing my sensitive nipples to instantly stiffen.
"But that's ok honey, there's no need for us to get sweaty," he
continued, gently pushed down on my shoulders as I looked back
confused.
"Come on Janice, what's the problem?" He frowned. "You used to blow me
every couple of days and now I've had nothing for months, not even
after going down in you. Is there a problem? Have I upset you?"
Oh god no. The horrible realization of what he wanted set in.
"No.... I mean.... Oh," I stuttered.
"Well that's ok then" he smiled "come in now, you know you want to."
I didn't, but I resigned myself to my fate and eased myself onto my
knees, bringing my face in line with Allen's erection. I gently held
the base of his tool, my long bright red painted nails mocking me with
their femininity. I gave the head an experimental lick and heard Allen
gasp above me. I thought back to the pornos I had seen and started to
give the shaft long licks before swirling my tongue around the head.
Finally I took him in my mouth, rhythmically sucking and licking as my
lips slid back and forth across his penis. Just behind Allen was a
mirror in which I could watch myself, trapped in Mrs. Harris body,
giving her husband head. This is not how I had imagined my first blow
job would be!
Tears were in danger of welling up as the taste if his cock filled my
mouth. Why did this have to happen to me! I thought as I sucked and
slurped on his hot rigid penis. It went in for ages, my mouth and jaw
were aching from constant sucking. Allen entwined his hands in my
shoulder length blonde hair, before he gently held the back of my head
and set a faster pace. I obliged and was rewarded by a sudden spasm
that took me by surprise, the hot salty load hitting me in the back of
the mouth causing me to gasp and the penis to pop out. The second load
hit me in the face and splattered down over my chin to drip onto my
huge creamy breasts. Without thinking I popped the head back between
my lips to contain the flow and felt my mouth fill with cum. Finally
spent, Allen withdrew from my mouth and I was left staring at my
reflection, of Mrs. Harris with cum splattered across her face and
dripping from her chin onto her tits. I realized that this was my
punishment for messing with powers I didn't understand and taking Mrs.
Harris from her family. Her body would be my prison and her life would
be my sentence.
I grimaced and swallowed the slimy load in my mouth.
"God damn Janice, don't tease me like that again" Allen laughed as he
collapsed into the bed "you are far too good at that to keep it from
me!"
"No honey, I won't," I replied humbly and got to my feet, staggering
with tears in my eyes to the bathroom.
Later that evening we sat at an outside table at a restaurant not far
from the hotel. I had just finished my dessert, a delicious lemon
souffl?.
"Mmm that was good," I commented, smiling at my husband. I picked up
my cigarettes, fished one out with my long nails, put it in my mouth
and leaned forward so Allen could light it for me.
"Thank you darling," I said exhaling.
"God you look sexy."
I laughed and looked back coyly. I was wearing a white dress with blue
patterns traced across it, which was low cut and combined with the
lacy push-up bra I wore beneath, made my large breasts look even
bigger. My face was heavily made up and two large earrings dangled
from my ears. i had pinned my hair up, whilst on my feet I wore a pair
of white open toed pumps with a 5 inch heel and a slight platform at
the toe. They were the most difficult shoes to walk in that I had worn
and I had to hold onto Allen's arm for support most of the time.
I was so horny I had deliberately dressed up as sexy as possible,
which was the exact opposite of how I wanted to look in public, I
wanted to appear as sexy as I could for Allen, I needed him to fuck me
badly, I was so in need of sexual relief i could think of nothing else
. I didn't want people to notice me dressed as a woman, but I was a
woman now. A woman going to dinner with her husband, who would want to
look good for him. And I did look good. If my old friends had seen me
they would have called me a milf.
Under the table I ran the platform toe of my shoe seductively down
Allen's leg.
"I can't wait to get you in bed," I purred, inwardly fighting a
cringe. This was close to my limit. But right at that moment there was
very little I wouldn't have said or done to get the relief this body
so badly craved.
The following morning we woke still wrapped in each others arms after
the previous nights love making. Allen had managed to make me cum
again and again, and I fell asleep, exhausted and sexually satisfied.
Allen went to the bathroom and I got out of bed, and stared at my
nakedness in the mirror, my blonde hair looked bedraggled, and my
enormous breasts took up most of my torso. Although I wasn't fat, I
had a little muffin top which annoyed me a little, as all my life I
had been slim and athletic, and being out of shape and a smoker didn't
sit well with me, especially as I had also aged 32 years! I decided I
owed it to myself to try and give up smoking and get this body in
better shape. Coming out of the bathroom and noticing me looking at
myself, Allen came up behind me and started to message my breasts with
both of his hands, I then started to moan lightly. "Come on, let's
take a shower sexy," he said whispering into my ears while kissing my
neck.
With a little smile, I nodded and the two of us went into the
bathroom, and turned the water on. Stepping in, Alan continued to
message my breasts which in turn made me mad with lust, all I could do
was imagine Melissa doing it instead, taking her delicate hands and
fondling my breasts, while I put a kiss on her silky smooth lips. Oh
how I longed for her, I thought, as I felt Allen stick his member into
me. I moaned with pleasure, how I wished and wished to be together
with Melissa, but how could I? I was now married, not only that but
there is a more than thirty year difference in age between us and to
make it even more complicated I was a woman. No I couldn't think of
such ludicrous ideas, I am a loving middle aged housewife with a
wonderful husband and two daughters I thought while Alan climaxed
inside of me, filling me with his seed as I let out a long moan of
pleasure.
We got dressed, and Allen mentioned that one of the guys who he had
played golf with the day before wanted to know if we would like to
play him and his wife in a friendly game of tennis later that day. I
loved playing tennis in my previous life, and had played for the
school right up until I had gone through the body swap, however,
playing tennis when you're a 6ft 2 inch lean fit male is one thing,
but as a short, busty out of shape female, it would be another thing
entirely. But remembering my earlier promise to myself to get in shape
I reluctantly agreed, but I would have to get some sneakers, as I had
only taken heels and flip flops with me, and besides, I didn't even
own a pair of sneakers. We found a sports store, and Allen bought me a
pair of sneakers, in a garish green and pink colour. they were
hideous, but when i had tried them on, they felt like heaven on my
feet. I had spent the last few months mincing about almost exclusively
in heels, and this sneakers, oh my God, they were so comfortable. I
had taken comfortable footwear for granted as a guy, but I would never
do that again.
I reluctantly took the sneakers off to pay for the them, slipping my
feet into my 4 inch teal coloured heels, immediately feeling my calves
tighten, a feeling that I had unfortunately grown used to. I bought a
pair of pink knee length shorts and a white t-shirt, and we headed
back to the hotel. At the hotel I started ready to go and play tennis
with my husband, and then had a bit of panic. Very early on in my time
as a woman, I realised I owned two very different types of bra.
Practical ones, that held my huge tits in place and at least reduced
their bounce and sway, and fashionable bras, which looked better but
often lacked the necessary support, but were fine to wear if I wasn't
doing anything too strenuous. But for our holidays, I had only packed
bras I thought I looked good in, mainly for the purpose of hoping
Allen found me sexy in them and they would encourage him to want to
have sex with me. It was difficult for me to get my head around, but I
had now started dressing in clothing not because I thought I looked
good, or even because they were comfortable, but because I hoped Allen
would find me attractive. The only bra I had with me that at least
offered a little support was a red lace one, and when I put it on, I
quickly realised the back strap was easily visible through my white t-
shirt. But what choice would I have. At least it matched my nails, I
thought sarcastically.
Allen and I walked down to the tennis courts together, and he insisted
on holding my hand as we did, which embarrassed me greatly. I felt
tiny next to him without heels on, and it was weird walking around
outside without the click clack sound of my high heels, which had been
a pretty constant sound that followed me everywhere I went over the
past few months. But my sneakers, as garish as they looked, were so
comfortable, it felt like heaven walking in them! Allen got the
rackets and balls from the hire shop beside the courts and we walked
onto the courts to have a little practice before the other couple
arrived. The first problem I encountered was that with my nails being
so long, I wasn't really able to grip the racket properly, and also
being used to playing tennis as a 6ft 2 inch male, my timings were all
off and the ball was hitting the frame of the racket or I was missing
it altogether!
Allen didn't seem to mind though, and clearly his expectation of me
being any good were quite low, which annoyed me even more, denting my
competitive male pride which still burned fiercely inside me despite
my overtly feminine outward appearance. But my huge breasts were
casing me all sorts of issues. The other couple arrived about 10
minutes later, and they looked like a similar age to me, well, Mrs
Harris, and Allen. Allen introduced me to them, Tom and Claire
Gilmore. Claire was a very slim woman with an incredibly flat chest,
and was a little taller than me, while Tom a short balding man with a
little pot belly. The game was friendly enough, but it was clear that
Allen and Claire were the good players, Tom was even worse than I was,
but at least I had an excuse.
My breasts, in their inadequate bra, bounced about chaotically under
my t-shirt. When I tried to move quickly, they got left behind, my
breasts just weren't on board in the same way my mind was. When I was
moving down, they stayed up. If I turned sharply, they'd reluctantly
follow. On a sudden stop, were like the crash-test dummies that keep
moving out through the windshield. It was impossible to play to any
sort of standard, and my mood and confidence weren't helped when a few
teenage boys decided to stop and watch, and I was even sure they were
laughing at me. I felt like screaming at them that I was just like
them, I too was a teenage boy, except I was cursed with this awful
body. When it came to my turn to serve, I wasn't even able to toss the
ball up properly as my arm kept bumping the side of my boob! We played
for almost an hour, by which time I was completely exhausted, and my
t-shirt had become almost see through with sweat. I was so unfit! I
just wanted to go back to the hotel room and hide from the world!
Suddenly spending my holiday lying on the beach in a bikini getting a
tan didn't seem all that bad after all!
The rest of the holiday passed off relatively quietly, and I finished
our ten day stay with a nice tan, complete with bikini tan lines, and
soon I was back into my mundane routine of being a housewife. I found
it increasing difficult to find excitement in my life, I was used to
hanging out with my school friends, playing sports and trying to get
the attention of Melissa at school. Now my days were filled up with
cleaning and cooking, and practicing my makeup and hair styling skills
by watching youtube videos. I didn't particularly want to do this, I
hated having to do my hair and put makeup on every day, but I had
learned over the past few months a few uncomfortable home truths.
Firstly, my sex drive as Mrs Harris was far higher than that of
Allens, and the better I looked for him, the more chance I stood of
getting some sexual relief. Even if I went a night without sex, I
spent the entire next day being so horny I could think of virtually
nothing else but getting some relief, and although I knew that Allen
adored his wife, he worked hard all day and was often so tired he
would be asleep within seconds of him going to bed. He also sometimes,
through the nature of his job, work away from home for a few days at a
time, which i found almost unbearable. not because I missed Allen, but
by the time he returned home, I would be absolutely gagging for a
fuck! I also learned through trial and error the sort of looks and
clothing that turned Allen on, and so I ended up dressing in ways that
I hated or didn't find comfortable, solely for the purpose of trying
to turn my husbands on. Allen seemed to be much more interested in
getting me in bed if I had nice makeup on, had a skirt or dress on
along with heels, and preferably showing a lot of cleavage. As far as
I could make out, Allen wanted me to be a princess in public and a
whore in the bedroom. The only real break from my mundane routine I
had was my one day a week at my receptionists job. I got on well with
Molly who I spent most of my day working with with, and although she
was a lot younger than Mrs Harris, she was in reality at 23 only 7
years older than I really was. The work was easy too, answering calls
and inputing data into a spreadsheet was as difficult as it got,
although there were times I had to make coffee for visitors which I
always found a little demeaning.
When I went to my job for the first time after our vacation, Molly was
very complimentary about how nice I looked with my tan, but she didn't
seem her normal cheery self. Eventually she mentioned how she had been
dumped by her boyfriend, and although they had only been together
about 6 weeks, she was clearly upset. I minced over to her and gave
her a big hug, her sweet perfume filling my nostrils, and found myself
immediately turned on.
"You know what will cheer me up Janice? A bit of retail therapy. Why
don't we both take an extended lunch hour and go shopping. Theres a
few sales on at the new retail park and I could do with some new
clothes."
I had yet to buy any new clothes for myself since the swap, other than
my tennis outfit in Florida, and I although I was now more than
capable of selecting nice outfits from Mrs Harris's vast wardrobe and
getting dressed up, the thought of going shopping for clothes filled
me dread. But I reluctantly agreed, and at lunch time, Molly drove us
across town to go the shops. We parked up, and walked across to the
shops, my high heels click clacking, while Mollys lower thicker heels
making a duller clunk on the pavements. We went into a store called
Cagney's, which had huge "Sale On" signs plastered all over the
window. We both walked in and were met by a young sales assistant, but
thankfully Molly managed to get rid of her by telling her we were only
browsing. I went through the motions of looking through the endless
rails of clothing that filled the store, when Molly came over with
another sales assistant.
"Hey Janice, they've offering a free professional bra measuring and
fitting service in here today, will you come with ace and we can get
both get it done?" she asked cheerily.
"What?" I replied, "I know what size I am already, do you not?" I
asked slightly puzzled by the question.
At this point the sales assistant chipped in and said that three
quarters of women were wearing the wrong bra size, and it was
important to get measured frequently to make sure we had the right
size, and besides it was free.
"Come on Janice, lets go get the girls measured!" said Molly grabbing
my hand and striding off, leaving me with no time to respond, and
having to take quick small steps in an attempt to keep up, as my skirt
restricted my stride. I found myself in a large room with the sales
assistant, Molly, and a gorgeous red haired lady of about 30, who was
stood in the corner with a clipboard and a tailors measuring tape.
"Hi ladies, my name is Rachel and i will be measuring you today, who
would like to go first?" she asked cheerily as she walked towards us.
"I will," said Molly as she unbuttoned her crisp white blouse,
revealing a lacy white satin bra, with thin straps.
"What size do you normally wear?" asked Rachel, as she started
measuring Molly's bust.
"I've been wearing a 34B for years," replied Molly, as Rachel finished
her measurements.
"Well, you should be wearing a 32C," replied Rachel. "Why don't you
take off that bra and I will go and get some for you to try on."
Molly nodded her agreement as Rachel turned her attention to me.
"Take of your blouse and I will get you measured up," said Rachel. I
mumbled and "OK," and started unbuttoning my blouse, feeling nothing
but embarrassment and shame, as I took my blouse off, feelings that
were made more intense as my blouse came off to reveal an old bra that
was once white, but had been washed so much it was not a dull grey
colour, and was fraying where the straps attached to the cups and had
a small rip on the side of the cup on my left breast. It was old and
tatty, but it was the most comfortable bra I owned. I bristled with
embarrassment as the though of me, a 16 year old boy had a favourite
bra to wear, and felt my face burning red with shame.
"And what size do you normally wear?" asked Rachel as she measured me
round the fullest part of my bust, and then at both the top and under
it.
"36F," I mumbled, with my head bowed, too ashamed to look up and make
eye contact with either Rachel or Molly, instead staring intently on
my huge rack.
"I think you are actually wearing the correct size," said Rachel, "you
are a very full F Cup but i don't think you are quite a G, but why
don't you take your old bra off and I will go fetch you some new ones
to try on, we have some brand new beautiful styles in, and as you know
getting pretty bra's in your size can be difficult."
Before i could even think what to say in response to that, Rachel
hurried off out of the fitting room, leaving me to shift my weight
from one uncomfortable stiletto heel to the other. I looked up to see
Molly sliding her bra off, and she stood topless in the room next to
me. Her beautiful pert breasts stood out and looking at them I
immediately felt my pussy get wet as the sight of them.
Nervously I reached behind my back and unhooked my old tatty washed
out bra, slowing bringing the straps down my arms and revealing the
ultra feminine tan lines from my holidays, but then holding the bra
tightly across my tits in a futile attempt to protect what was left of
my dignity.
"Never thought of you as the shy type, Janice," said Molly glancing
over at me as i held the unattached bra across my chest. "You have a
wonderful figure for your age and great tits if you don't mind me
saying"
I cringed at the phrase "for your age" but new Molly meant it as a
compliment.
"I wish mine were a little bigger though," she continued as she thrust
her chest out in front of the mirror, and in doing so turning me on
even more.
"I'd happily swap with you," I replied and Molly giggled. "God Janice,
I said a little bigger, I don't want massive ones."
I felt my face flush red as I laughed along with Molly, but inside I
felt like crying.
Rachel came back a couple of minutes later with an armful of bras for
us to try on. She left a small pile of delicate pretty bras on a chair
side Molly that were clearly for her, before turning her attention to
me.
"Come on, don't be shy," she chided me, as she took the bra I had
clutched across my chest away. "We will try this one first, it's from
our new balcony bra range," as she slid the pink straps up my arms,
and asked me to lean forward as my breasts swung out and into the
cups, before Rachel hooked it at the back. She then reached into the
lacy cups and adjusted my breasts as they filled the new bra
perfectly. I pulled the straps on to my shoulders and looked in the
mirror to see the bra had lifted and pushed together my mammoth
mammaries into a huge and deep cleavage, my already oversized boobs
now looking even more pronounced.
"Wow!" exclaimed Molly as she looked over at me. "Janice you have to
buy that, your tits look fantastic, your Allen wont be able to keep
his hands off you in that," she exclaimed. I had to reluctantly admit
that it did make my tits look amazing, but I wasn't really able to
appreciate it due to the overwhelming feeling of shame I felt. I was a
16 year old boy, trapped in a womans body, standing half naked in a
room with two women for a bra fitting. Even after 3 months in this
life, my male mind still could not recognise the body I was in as
mine. It still felt alien to me. Rachel had me try on six bras in
total, and I ended up agreeing to buy four, two of them were the
pushup balcony kind, the pink one and a satin black one, and two white
ones with a lot of underwear and support, which held my boobs more
firmly and felt quite comfortable, well, as comfortable as any bra
could feel, and I could wear as everyday bras. The main reason was not
because I particularly wanted to buy them, but I felt that if I bought
them I could get out of there quicker and end this humiliation. Never
in my wildest dreams or worst nightmare did I ever think I would spend
my lunch break from a job as a receptionist buying myself balcony bras
to make my tits look nice for my husband!
After the trauma of the bra fitting, Molly bought herself a new
blouse, and in a bid to try and appear like a normal woman, I bought
myself a blue denim knee length skirt, that Molly assured me looked
really nice on me and didn't make my ass look too big. With that done
we grabbed a quick lunch, in a little cafe, which we ate outside where
we could have a cigarette. As I sat after my post lunch cigarette
reapplying me light red lipstick that had rubbed off as I ate my
lunch, I found my mind having the appalling thought of modelling my
new bras tonight for Allen and hoping he would fuck me to help ease
the horniness that had been building relentlessly as I kept picturing
Molly standing topless in the changing room of the shop. I pursed my
lips together, feeling the freshly applied lipstick slide over them
and then checked in my compact to make sure I had not made a mess of
applying it or got any on my teeth, wishing that I could use my
freshly painted lips to kiss Molly, but ultimately knowing that I
wouldn't be kissing girls in that way ever again, and anyway I no
longer possessed the necessary equipment to make a woman happy, and it
was a mans cock I really craved to relieve this frustration. A reality
that both disgusted me and thrilled me.
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