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Tug of War
By Cassandra Morgan
Abby Butler was yesterday's gossip. By now, everyone had pointed at her
and laughed. Everyone had tittered when she walked past. Everyone had
flipped their wrists and made fun of her, exaggerating the way she
minced across a room.
She was old news. Everyone had rolled their eyes when she started to
wear dresses Everyone had shook their heads at someone who actually
chose life as a domestic. They had joked about her budding breasts, or
the ridiculous outfits she wore to the grocers. She was a woman's wife,
and wasn't that a hoot?
The community had had its laughs at her expense. It was hardly funny
anymore. She was just a curiosity these days. The woman who used to be a
man. The guy who volunteered to be a maid. Good old Lipstick Abby.
Everyone knew her. Everyone had made sport of her.
These days, she was just the woman in the maid's dress.
And who hasn't seen one of those?
Or two?
The fact was, no one much made fun of Abby these days. She had worn down
her neighbors. These days, they gossiped about Amanda Walker, the wife
of the councilman who was having an affair with Mary Sue Morgan. They
made fun of Jesse Holder, who was the most flamboyant gay man you could
imagine. For the gossipers, these were the fresh meat of the scandals.
Abby? She was the woman who gave out Snickers at Halloween, and who
could beat that? She was the woman who shared the flowers she grew. She
was the woman who volunteered for blood drives, or for charity auctions,
or for the community watch program. She wasn't normal, not really, but
she was close enough for the people who knew her.
Abby and her wife, Melissa Butler, lived in the yellow house on the
corner. Mellissa was a dentist in town. Abby was a homemaker.
Oh, the most stubborn of people still rolled their eyes from time to
time. Abby was a sissy, and there was some kind of law that required
the vanillas to make fun of her. But, damn it, she was a good person. If
you knew her, you liked her. She had a sweet laugh and a gentle nature.
She liked cats. Who doesn't like cats?
So it was that on a peaceful Wednesday night in the fall, Melissa came
home early. She had declared an armistice with tooth decay. She wanted a
drink and dinner. And a little conversation with the Mrs.
She entered her living room and tossed her keys on the table next to the
door. She exhaled loudly.
"That you, honey?" a voice from the kitchen came.
"That's Mistress Honey to you, lady," Melissa said.
"Oh, yes, my Goddess of the Milky Way. Forgive me and let me kiss your
feet. Would you like to walk around in the mud first?"
"Well, it does ooze very nicely between my toes," Melissa said.
She laughed. Abby, bringing her a screwdriver, also laughed. There was
an ease that came from their years together, and they had eleven of them
now.
Abby smiled when she saw Melissa. She always did. Abby was dressed in
her yellow maid's outfit, her curly brown hair draping her shoulders..
Melissa had told her years ago that she didn't really have to wear a
uniform, but to Abby, it seemed proper. She and Melissa were comfortable
now, but there was still a protocol.
They had met in college, in a psych class. He was tiny but cute. She
was tall but sweet. They started hanging out at the library, which
progressed to coffee, which progressed to swapping spit at an alarming
rate. One night, Melissa had decided she wanted to paint Andy's
fingernails, and Andy had loved the way her hand looked on Melissa's
naked back.
Melissa applied lipstick a couple of nights later, as they shared a
bath. Then it was eye makeup. then it was a nightgown.
Who knows what chemistry appeals to people. Melissa liked that she could
exert her will over Andy. He liked the sensual feel of her clothing, and
the strong feel of Melissa's leadership.
They moved in together, and Andy became Abby. She started doing the
household chores, and Melissa started referring to her as the maid.
Then, one day, Abby stopped by the uniform store and of her own mind she
bought a maid's outfit. She was wearing it when Melissa came home.
Oh, they were animals in those early days, Melissa pushing her back and
mounting her. They bought toys -- a butt plug, a chastity belt, a dildo,
handcuffs. They were a typical man and wife -- except that they didn't
need a man. They had each other.
It was enough.
* *
In the dim light of the bar, a figure moved slowly.
He was a tall man, muscular, but he moved like a cat through the crowd.
If anyone recognized him, they didn't say anything. Then again, it had
been years since he attended UC. No one was going to pay attention to a
soldier in the dark.
He slid into a stool at the bar. "Beer," he told the bartender.
He sipped, and he looked around the room. Fletcher's hadn't changed much
since he was in college. Same posters on the wall. Same pinball
machines. Same drunks.
He turned to the guy next to him and raised his glass in salute. The guy
stared at him.
"I'm looking for someone," the man said. "You ever hear of Melissa
Butler?"
"I think I divorced her," the drunk said.
"Nah, you wouldn't divorce this one. You'd put her on a pedestal. How
about Andy Reynolds?"
"Did he invent Reynolds Wrap?"
"Never hear of either one of them?"
The drunk was watching the television now. Chuck Norris was selling
trucks.
"So what do you need with Ms. Butler?" the bartender asked.
"Old friend," the man replied. "We used to date. Andy was my best
friend. I've been home in a few years. I thought it would be nice to see
them."
The bartender started. "Special forces?"
The man nodded, just a bit.
"I think the Butlers live on Elm Street still," the bartender said. "I'm
not sure where the girl lives."
He shrugged. "She's probably got a husband and four kids by now," he
said.
"Maybe she has a kid and four husbands," the bartender said.
The man smiled. "I'm not sure four would be enough," he said.
"You sound smitten," the bartender said.
"I haven't seen her in, what, eight years. T'd just like to reconnect."
"Well, I shouldn't have said anything. But her mom lives on Elm and
about...22nd street.."
"I'll find her," the man said, sliding off of the stool.
"And who should I say is asking?" the bartender said. He figured he
should get some information in return.
"I'm Dalton," he said. "But she wouldn't be in a dump like this. Too
classy."
The bartender shrugged. "The beer is cold," he said.
"Thanks, man," Dalton said. He left quietly as he came.
The small brick house on Elm was circled by flowers when Dalton walked
up the drive. He was wearing a t-shirt and khakis and a pair of Army-
issued sunglasses. He knocked gently at the door.
A woman in her mid-50s answered the door. She looked, frankly, like
Beaver Cleaver's mom.
"Can I help you?" she said. "I'm afraid I'm not buying anything today."
"Mrs Butler?" he said. "Mrs. Butler, I don't know if you remember me,
but ..."
"Colton?" she said.
"Dalton," he corrected her.
She threw her arms around him them. Some women are just huggers.
"Dalton, it's been years. What are you doing now?"
"I'm ... in the Army," he said.
"Well, God, it's good to see you. Have you seen Melissa yet?"
"No ma'am," he said. "I was trying to locate her."
"Well, she and ... she lives on the West side."
"Great. Can I get an address?"
"Um, Dalton? She's with someone."
"I understand," he said. "No hassles, ma'am. I really wanted to see her.
And Andy if I could. I can't find a trace of Andy."
"Oh," she said.
"Is there a problem, Mrs. Butler?" he said.
"Come in. You need to sit for this."
Dalton entered the tidy home. He sat on the couch.
"Dalton, what do you know about ... alternative lifestyles?"
"Excuse me?"
"My!" Mrs. Butler said. "Okay. Melissa is married ... to a woman. Well,
sort of a woman."
Dalton nodded. He had been around. He wasn't shocked.
"Dalton, she's married to Abby. Abby used be Andy a long time ago. He's,
um, well, he's a sissy. A girly-boy, I think the soldiers call them."
"A ladyboy?"
"That's it. They're each other's wives, Dalton. They're very happy.
Please don't intrude on that relationship, okay? I know Melissa cared
very much for you when you guys were in college. But she loves Abby. We
all love Abby."
Dalton's head was spinning. Andy was Abby? Abby was Melissa's wife? Abby
was a sissy? And Melissa liked that sort of stuff? Maybe he should just
disappear again. He had done that in college. He really didn't want to
barge in on anyone's happiness. He just wanted to see old friends before
another deployment.
"Mrs. Butler, Andy was my best friend. Melissa and I dated for a while.
I would never intrude of them. But do you think they would meet me for
dinner?"
Mrs. Butler nodded. "Let me call Melissa," she said. "I'll talk to her."
* *
Melissa never got over the way Abby looked in a nightgown. She was
short, but she was pretty, and her breasts had responded very nicely to
the hormone treatments.
Abby slid in to the bed, and Melissa scooted over until they were
sharing half of the bed. She cupped Abby's breast and kissed her.
"Love you," Abby said.
"You better," Melissa said. "You're mine."
Mellissa reached down and lifted Abby's nightie. "Are you ready to be
released," she asked.
"You want me to beg?" Abby said.
"Actually, I do, sissy girl," Melissa said. "Sing "Unchain my Heart" for
me."
"Ahem. It isn't my heart that needs unchaining."
Melissa laughed. She got her key from the night table. She reached down
and tweaked the metal and plastic contraption that covered her wife's
genitalia. She tapped on the tube. Then she unlocked it, and the
chastity belt fell away.
Twice a week, she unlocked Abby. There were none of these threats to
leave her trapped for months a time. Hell, she loved Abby, and she loved
Abby's little dick. It wasn't as good as when Abby went down on her, but
Abby enjoyed it.
Melissa fondled her wife for a moment. And it just took a moment until
there was good all over her hand. She giggled. Abby never took very
long. She lifted her palm to Abby's mouth, and Abby licked her residue
off of her hand.
Melissa turned then, and rose to her knees in the bed. She reached into
the nightstand and pulled out her strap on -- Lancelot, she called it.
She rubbed it over Abby's back, over her buttocks. "Beg me," she said.
"Please, Mistress."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
"With this? There?"
"Yes, baby. There."
Melissa smiled. She kissed Abby's neck. And she took over.
When it was done -- and pegging always took longer than masturbation --
they lay together, cuddling, touching, kissing.
"Do you like this?" Melissa asked.
"I've told you a thousand times that I do. I'm your girl, Melissa. I'll
always be your girl."
"You're my sissy."
"Yes. If you want to get technical. I've been in dresses a decade now. I
don't think I'll outgrow it."
"Abby...can I tell you something?"
"Anything, love."
"He's back," she whispered.
"Who's back?" Abby asked.
"Him. Dalton. He came to see my mother today."
Abby stiffened. The years seem to strip away until they were crazy
college kids again, drinking beer at the lake. She was Andy then. It was
before the transition, before the wedding, before the playtimes. She'd
always thought Dalton and Melissa would end up together.
"And?" Abby said.
"And nothing. He wants to have dinner, the three of us. Jesus, Abby. He
was your best friend. You had a family sized crush on him. Can't you eat
a salad and catch up?"
"I guess," Abby said. "But could we try not to blow him in the
restaurant?"
"I figured we'd go to the mall for that," Melissa said, giggling.
"Maybe in the Macy's display window?"
"Maybe in the food court. You could get a Diet Coke while you watched."
"Oh, my God. Dalton doesn't know I have tits now."
Melissa laughed. "He probably won't notice. He'll be looking at your
dress instead."
"Oh, God! A dress."
"Abby, we don't hide from anyone. Remember? This is who we are. If you
don't like us, you can move along."
"Even Dalton?"
"Even Dalton," she said.
* *
They had had other lovers. They were young and healthy and adventurous.
Of course they had had other lovers.
Early in their marriage, they had shared a bed with another man. Then
came their adventures in cuckolding. No one ever understood that it
wasn't from weakness. It was from trust. It was from anticipation. It
was from voyeurism. Abby never felt a thrill that compared with watching
her wife make love with a man, or a woman. Abby would sit in a chair by
the bed and watch, and her body would fill with energy.
Melissa made such sweet love. It was natural to Abby to want to see her
happy.
But Dalton was different. He had connected with both of them at such a
young age.
Melissa was right. Over the years, Abby had realized that she had a
crush on Dalton all along. She had never had gay sex at the time. But
being with Dalton had made her feminine side go front-and-center. She
might have made a pass at him ... if not for Melissa.
Dalton was Melissa's first love, and her first sex. Both of them would
confide in Andy and tell them what they were feeling and how much they
cared for each other. But Andy had a crush on Melissa, too. So he had
played the role of best friend to them both. Then Dalton was gone one
day, and Melissa needed comfort.
Andy had seen him naked, of course. In the showers after tennis
practice. When they would spend the night at each other's houses.
Dalton, like a lot of teenage boys, liked to walk around without
clothes. It drove Andy crazy. Should a boy stare at another boy's dick
the way he did? Should he dream about taking it into his lips?
Those were the first gay feelings for Andy. Later, when he was Abby,
he'd enjoy their threesome with Mal. She enjoyed sucking his dick and
the anal sex that followed. Melissa kidded Abby about being a cumslut --
her word -- for guys, but she observed that the gay side of her
bisexuality was very strong indeed.
And now Dalton was back.
Could Melissa keep this platonic? Could Abby? Did either one of them
want to?
*
Dalton was punctual. You'd have to give him that. He said he would be
there at 7 p.m., and sure enough, there he was.
Abby answered the door in her black uniform, the one with all the
petticoats. She was wearing a simple pair of black of heels and red
lipstick.
"Ah, Dalton," she said. "Do come in, won't you? Madam is expecting you."
Dalton smiled at what he saw. Heck, he had figured all along that Andy
was gay, and it didn't bother him. He'd certainly caught him looking gay
enough. But he'd never expected him to have the air, the makeup, the
maid's dress, the heels.
He followed Abby into the living room. There, in all her glory, was
Melissa. She was wearing a flowing black dress. Her hair was in an
elegant up-do.
"Mistress? Dalton is here."
She stood, imperious, and she and Dalton embraced. Dalton kissed her on
the cheek.
Then he turned. "I never did get a hug from Abby," he said.
Awkwardly, Abby stepped into him. She felt the muscles on his shoulders
when she embraced Dalton. She glanced at the floor and stepped back.
They had a lemon chicken that Abby made for the three of them. It was
perfect, moist inside, crispy on top. They had kale and small potatoes.
"God, it's good seeing you two again," Dalton said. "My parents died
after I joined the Army, and I've felt adrift for years. I was stupid. I
just wanted to withdraw from the world."
"Is there a Mrs. Dalton?" Melissa asked.
"No, there isn't. Too much travel for that. It wouldn't be fair to
anyone."
"Well, it's good to see you haven't changed."
"Well, Abby has. So is this new?"
"It's been a few years," she said. "I don't get embarrassed anymore."
"You shouldn't. You're still the same soul. But tell me: when do you
call Melissa Mistress?"
Abby smiled. She looked at Melissa. Melissa nodded.
"It's...context," she said. "If were in a for,al setting, she's always
my Mistress. But if we're watching TV, we can clown around."
"Yes, it's like having children. They all get early bedtimes, and a Mama
might spank."
Dalton laughed. "I'd love to see that. Are you a fair Mistress?"
"Maybe women don't want fair," Melissa said. "Women want love. I mean, I
could use a little love. How about you?"
Oh lord. Melissa was openly flirting with Dalton.This was how the
cuckolding had worked. She would find someone she was interested in, and
Abby would be pushed into the background, and the sex would ensue.
"Sissy," Melissa said. "Could you get Dalton and me some more wine?"
That settled it for Abby. She was only "sissy" when Melissa was taking
over. That's when their roles became more defined. Suddenly, Abby was
the domestic and Melissa was the Mistress. Melissa would then begin to
remind Abby of her chores.
Sure enough, it wasn't two minutes later that Melissa reminded Abby that
she had ironing to complete. So Abby cursed and left the room, leaving
the two of them alone. She felt like a schoolgirl writing notes to her
boyfriend in English class. All of the old feelings about Dalton
resurfaced, and she had to force them back down.
She went to their bedroom. She slipped a butt plug into her rear and
began to work at the laundry. She felt a tear fall onto her cheek.
There is nothing more hollow that being a third wheel unless it's being
one for a decade. But the life of a sissy is to compartmentalize. Abby
reduced her world to the size of the chore in front of her. Nothing else
mattered.
Not even those fleeting thoughts of what Dalton and Melissa might be
doing downstairs.
* *
It might have pleased Abby to know that nothing was going on downstairs.
Hell, Melissa was a dentist. She wasn't going to jump the first soldier
boy to wander past.
But the two of them did play a lot of remember-the-time.
There was the time her mother caught them in bed together. There was the
time they got into her father's liquor cabinet. There was the time she
had given him a blow job in a movie theatre. They had been young, and
they thought they were bulletproof.
"And now Andy is a sissy?" Dalton asked.
"My sissy," Melissa said. "She's sweet."
"How did that happen?"
"In stages," she said. "Makeup. Then lingerie. Then she's blowing
football players under the stands."
"No!"
She smiled. "No, that never happened. But if Abby had the right push,
she might be a guy's wife instead of mine."
"Would she be happy being gay?"
Melissa grinned. "Would you?"
"Oh, stop it," Dalton said. "I just always liked Andy. He helped me with
my homework, and he was great at video games. But he was never a girl
back then."
"Did you know he loved you?"
"Stop it."
"I'm serious."
"I can't help that. I've always liked Andy. He was my best friend. But
that's all it was."
"Abby."
"What?"
"You said Andy. Andy doesn't live here anymore."
"I realize that," he said.
"Do you? She's pretty. She likes you. Maybe you should give her a
whirl."
"Maybe I should give a whirl?"
"Yeah. We could go whirling all over the world."
He stood. "It's getting late," Dalton said. "I'd love to see you again."
"Both of us?"
"Both of you," he nodded.
"Then how about Saturday night. We could go dancing."
"If that's what you want," Dalton said.
"We'll get to what I want," Melissa said. "We'll start with dancing."
* *
Dalton was in his hotel room the next morning, watching TV, when Abby
came by.
"Sir," she said.
"Don't sir me," he said. "I'm not an officer."
"I wanted to talk to you if I could," she said.
"Shoot," he said. "Sit. Speak."
Abby sat down. She wasn't used to being in a man's hotel room.
"Did I take you by surprise?" she said.
"Oh, yes," he said. "You don't expect your best friend to have ... to be
a chick."
Abby smiled. "Are you offended?"
"God no," he said. "You're gorgeous. Melissa is a lucky woman."
"I think she might get luckier," Abby said.
"Excuse me?"
Abby looked out the window. "I give you my blessing," she said.
"What are you talking about?"
"With Melissa. I know she still cares about you. If you two have sex,
well, I understand. I've seen her have sex with men before."
"Where is this coming from, Abby?"
"The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I love Melissa. I
... I'm very fond of you. So I think it's okay if you two want to be
together. It won't break us up. Well, I hope it won't break us up,
anyway."
"Abby, it's not like that. We never..."
"I'm not saying you did. But I know my wife as well as anyone. She likes
you. Still. I don't want you two to sneak around. Sex is just sex. I've
been a cuckold before. I can be again."
"Abby. I never knew."
"What?"
"I never knew you were attracted to me."
"Everyone knew, Dalton. I used to get beat up twice a week before the
rednecks thought we were dating. You know, I never told anyone any
different. It was better to get punched in the face and have people
think you loved me."
"I'm sorry," he said.
Abby hugged him. It was chaste and platonic, but she needed to be held.
He leaned down and kissed her. He felt soft and gentle, and Abby wanted
it to last forever. But she pulled away.
"You and Melissa," she said. "Think about it. I don't have to be a part
of it. But she's a good woman, and you're a good man. You'd be good
together ... no matter what."
She turned. She left while she still had the strength to go.
* *
It was later that day, only a few hours later, when Dalton met Melissa
at the coffee shop. Abby's pronouncement was still fresh in his mind.
Would it really work with Melissa? Would be different this time?
"Hi there," he said, sliding into a booth.
"Hi. yourself," Melissa said. "You been visiting with other old flames?"
"You know better," he said.
"Do I?" she grinned.
He sipped his coffee. It smelled strong and hot. So did he.
"I want to apologize," she said softly.
"For what?"
"Hell, you know for what? I came on like the horniest hooker at the
brothel. I snapped at Abby. I was a queen bitch."
He smiled. "I thought you were charming."
"Liar."
He laughed. "Seriously. It wasn't as bad as you're making out. Remember,
Abby craves discipline. Being upstairs, wondering what we were doing and
powerless to do anything about it? I bet she was erect the whole time."
Melissa smiled at the thought. "Maybe I should spank her." she said.
"Lucky sissy. Every day is her birthday."
"Do you think so? Did you get a present?"
"Excuse me?"
"I think you should give her a present. Something that, oh, about yay
long. And about so thick. And is made out of skin."
"I'm lost," he said.
"I think you should fuck her, dimwit," Melissa said. "She wants it. I
kind of think you want it."
He blinked. "This morning, Abby came to see me. She thought you and I
have should have sex."
"Well, that's silly," she said.
"Nonetheless," he said.
"She's loved you all of her life, Dalton. She's wanted you. She's very
good sexually. I've pegged her. You'll have a good time."
"Do I get a say in this?"
"I'm not sure you do," Melissa said. "It hit me last night that the best
gift she could get would be to have you between the sheets. We've played
before, Dalton. Back when we first got married. I liked it, but she
loved it. And she'll love sex with you, too."
"Why are you crazy ladies forcing each other on me?" Dalton said. "Why
can't you worry about your own fun and make fun of each other's shoes?"
Melissa laughed. "It seems like the right thing to do," she said.
"Let me think about it."
* *
They dined, and they drank, and they danced on Saturday night at the
Riverside Club. Abby was out of her maid's uniform for a night; she wore
a skink red dress with her hair cascading around her face. She was
lovely.
Melissa was in a black dress that left no imagination about her
cleavage. She could make a grown man whimper.
Dalton enjoyed them both. He danced first with a very reluctant Abby.
Then he moved across the floor with Melissa. And if the men's tongues
weren't hanging out already, Melissa and Abby then slow danced.
"I know what you did," Melissa whispered.
"I know what you did," Abby said.
"Thank you, but he's yours."
"I was going to say the same thing."
"This is silly," Melissa said.
"Absurd," Abby said.
"Ludicrous," Melissa said.
"Preposterous," Abby said.
"Look, you've loved him forever."
"You've got a vagina."
"So what?"
"So your equipped for him. I've got my little jellybean in the way."
"I'll lock it up," Melissa said.
"Too late," Abby said.
"You know, it could be worse. We could be fighting over him instead of
fighting to see who gets him."
"Who wants him?"
"You do."
"You, too."
We laughed.
"I love you," Abby said.
"I love you more," Melissa said.
They walked back to the table. Dalton was grinning as he watched. "I
think the temperature went up 20 degrees," he said.
"Only 20?" Abby said.
"We were shooting for 40," Melissa said.
"I've been thinking," Dalton said.
"Did it hurt?" Melissa said.
"Is there scar tissue?" Abby said.
"Oh, be quiet," Dalton said. "I've been thinking that we all care about
each other. I've been thinking that I'd love to go to bed with Melissa
and wake up with Abby. I've been thinking that I don't want to choose
either one of you, because that would leave out the other one."
"You guys have told me you had a three-way once. Well, why not have
another one? I love Abby. I have ever since she was that nerdy little
kid who ogled my dick. I love Melissa. I have ever since she took my
virginity.
"So why not have some sort of polygamist kind of relationship. I dream
about Abby taking my penis in her mouth. I dream about mounting Melissa.
I want to do everything to both of you, and I can't figure out why it
wouldn't work."
"Because you wont sleep in the middle," Abby said.
"And you snore."
"And you steal the blankets."
"And because I'm the only sissy who gets to wear a nightgown..."
"...no matter how much Dalton begs."
Abby leaned over and kissed Dalton. She turned to Melissa, who also
kissed him. Then they kissed. After that, it was a blur of clothes and
flesh. Dalton was tying up Melissa, and Abby was sucking his dick, and
Melissa was biting his shoulder. Everyone fit. Everyone laughed.
Everyone moaned.
The world suddenly made sense. Love is inclusive, not exclusive. They
had enough time, and enough love, to make it work.
The wife.
And the wife.
And the new husband.
(C) copyright 2019 Cassandra Morgan
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