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Nathalie's Make Over Where to start? My name is Nathan and I am a married man, wed to my beautiful wife Vivian for three years. I work as a software engineer for a local manufacturing plant. Vivian works as an office administrator at a local paint distributor and in a word she hates it. Vivian has always been obsessed with fashion and everything there is to do with it. All she ever wanted was to be a beautician. Unfortunately that opportunity was stolen from her by circumstance. When she was still at school, she got pregnant and had to drop out. She was only sixteen at the time. School rules were stricter at that time than they are now and the moment she started to show she was forced to home school. It caused such an enormous strain on her family that the schooling aspect never really happened. Her boyfriend turned out to be a real arsehole. He left her to front up to her parents and then dropped her like a hot potato. Vivian had no choice but to drop out of school because she couldn't keep up with the program she was given. She was left to struggle through her pregnancy by herself, she had to live at home with her parents. Her world came crashing down around her when she miscarried. The mental anguish from it left her feeling empty and lost. Eventually she was able to put it behind her, but it took time, lots of time. She got a job as a checkout girl at the local supermarket, but really struggled. Her relationship with her father had collapsed when she got pregnant and although he didn't disown her he was old school and they argued all the time. She took the checkout job just to get away from home. We met years later through friends. I won't bore you with the details of our courtship, but we were married within the year and happily living together. Viv is the outgoing gregarious go getter where as I am the quiet achiever. In many ways we were the perfect couple we each brought something different to the table. Our life was simple but Viv wanted more than anything to move back into the field of beauty and fashion. We couldn't afford for her to give up work altogether so she started studying online to become a beautician. She loved it. She wasn't happy to just study, she wanted to be the best and really threw herself into it. Evenings at our home became a procession of her female friends coming around for haircuts and makeovers. Viv developed a reputation for being the go to person amongst her friends and they loved the fact they were getting free quality haircuts, styles and makeovers. They got to use all the latest products. She was so popular she managed to turn it into a little money making opportunity. She specialised in doing makeup for her friends and colleagues who were going out on the town. Part of her diploma required her to complete set projects. She then had to photograph the before and after photos as she finished projects and send them in to her tutor for appraisal. That meant her friends got cheap makeovers and Viv got free models for her class projects. We set up a small salon in our basement. We did a pretty good job of the salon set up and managed to make it bright and warm. Viv was making more money from her little side-line than she was from her day job. I wasn't complaining because the consequence of her business was this stream of pretty sexy women constantly coming and going. Some of her friends were bloody hot. Because of Viv's love for fashion her clients would often use her for checking out their choices for dates and balls. She did their makeovers and then they got to get all dolled up. Viv would add or change accessories for them. Sometimes they brought lots of different outfits and tried on several different ones. Depending on who it was, I would make up some fictitious reason to hang around the little salon hoping to get a glimpse of her friends changing. Viv picked up on my little ruse early on and made me suffer. I am sure she shared my secret with some of her friends because she would call me in and ask my opinion as the girls tried on different dresses or whatever. She always made them model and pose. A couple of her friends really enjoyed it and they tortured me showing glimpses of panties. Carol who is a gorgeous little pocket battleship is busty, bright and bubbly was the worst offender. She took a lot of satisfaction in making me feel horny and uncomfortable. She didn't even bother using the changing room. She quite happily changed in front of me and teased me. She always made a big deal of making sure I turned facing the other way as she changed but she knew damned well I was peeking in the mirror. Fuck, she was sex on two legs. Together they teased the shit out of me. It didn't do our love life any harm though. It always made me as horny as hell watching. Viv always seemed to appreciate the extra steel in my weaponry after Carol had been around. Some of the tease became part of our foreplay. Viv took great pleasure in making sure I was aroused. Carol was the worst because she knew, some of the others I don't think knew, but Viv didn't chase me away when they were here, she was just sneakier. Life was good and going smoothly, Viv was getting good grades and comments from her tutors. She was making extra money from all of the makeovers and her photographic skills were growing. Every other day she would grab one of her friends and used them for her projects as allocated by her tutor. That was all good, until she ran out of friends. I suppose it was bound to happen at some point. One evening she had been on the phone for hours ringing around her friends frantically trying to find someone who was free. I could hear her curses and moans as each one turned her down. She was trapped she needed to have her latest project finished and filmed and sent back before the next day. She was paying the price for being a bit lazy during the week and leaving it to the last minute. I knew I was in trouble when she sidled up to me as I watched TV. She walked over standing right in front of me. She reached down and moved my face from side to side and lifted my head back as she murmured, "Hmmm." She got a big grin on her face walked away muttering under her breath but returned with a fresh beer for me. She snuggled up beside me on the sofa and grabbed the lobe of my ear with her teeth. Her roaming hands slid across my chest and then slunk further south down over my abdomen, caressing and massaging as they went. Her lips slid over the bare exposed skin of my neck as she draped her leg across over mine, "Would you do something for me baby?" "Yeah, sure if I can bub. What is it you need?" "Well," she giggled, "I need a model." "What sort of model?" "Full makeover," she whispered. "So what do you want me to do about it?" "Well......." She paused for what seemed an eternity. "I want you to be my model." The look of confusion on my face egged her on. "Darling I have rung everyone I can think of. I can't think of anyone else to try everyone is busy." Through tightly clenched teeth I mutter. "So what do you want from me?" She giggled, "I need you to let me give you a little makeover." With her hot breath blowing in my ear it was hard to focus. I chuckled, "Blimmin heck bubs please tell me this is just going to be a men's haircut?" She shook her head in the negative. I was worried now. "Well what the hell are you talking about?" "I am going to turn you into a very sexy little babe." I laughed out loud as I tried to swallow my nervousness. "You're taking the piss, surely? I am not making a fool of myself Viv. Flaming hell everybody would laugh their bloody heads off." She held on tightly to my arm. "No honey, I can make you look completely different, no one will even know it's you. Not even your mum would recognise you." "You're joking right?" Initially I thought she was joking. "Bub I am not going to let you make me up as a girl." "Nate, nobody will know. Please babe let me try. Look if it doesn't work then I won't take any photos. Nobody would even know. If it's that bad I will just have to tell a little lie to my tutor. I will say that I have been ill or something. Please darling. It will be just between you and me." I tried to make light of it. "Bub this is just silly, Blimmin heck look at me, I would make one butt ugly girl. If you're going to lie to her why not do it now and get it over and done with?" She laughed, "Don't be so sure about what you will look like. I might surprise you. I think you might actually look hot. I promise that no one will ever know." Her hands had drifted further south and she was now caressing the hardening steel bar hiding in my underpants. "So this will be just between the two of us?" I asked hesitantly. She giggled, "Honey no one will know, plus I will promise to make it worth your while." I saw the look in her eye she wasn't going to be discouraged. I figured I would force the issue a little. "OK, then you better make me an offer I can't refuse if you are serious." She cackled a little. "So what do you want? Name your price." Wow that startled me. "Ummm OK I want you as my sex slave for the weekend. No limits and you aren't allowed to say no." That got her attention. She hesitated for a few moments. She bit down hard on my ear lobe. "OK Mr., I will agree to be your dirty little sex slave, but there will definitely be limits. You have to stay away from my bum." Now that made me laugh. That had always been of limits and I wasn't even contemplating that. "Deal." She smiled broadly. "OK then, lets go and get started." She dragged me into the bathroom on the way and shaved me taking a lot of time to make it as close as possible. But scarily she didn't stop at my face she shaved my chest and upper arms. When I asked, why she explained that the head shot had to show from the shoulder up. She kept the beers flowing ensuring that I kept my buzz going. We descended down into the salon. Once she had me seated in her chair she opened up her laptop and started to scroll through makeup tips for feminising the male face. Then started in earnest. As she washed my face she ran her hands all over and gave my cheeks a pinch. "Wow hon I didn't realise it but you have really feminine features." I was a little put out. "Hey piss off." She giggled. "No I am serious you are going to look cute." After she gave my face a thorough wash she started with a foundation and concealer. Then she started on my nose and then eyebrows. I did freak out when she started plucking away at my eyebrows. I snatched her hands away. "Hey cut it out. I have to go to work tomorrow." She frowned. "Do you want a sex slave or not?" She went back to work but conceded. "I will only trim them, nobody will even notice." It made me nervous I must admit. I work in a mostly male dominated workplace and I would get no end of shit thrown at me if this got out. We were working on a new software upgrade for a multinational corporation. It was a big team and I was just one of the guys but I knew if any of them even got a whiff of this it would be the end of my credibility. Viv just kept working away. She had covered the mirror so I couldn't see what she was doing. When she got to my lips she commented, "Wow I have never really looked at your face like this but babe your lips are bloody amazing. For a guy they are incredibly full, I had never noticed that before. God they are going to be awesome. You are going to look gorgeous honey." I just rolled my eye, "Yeah whatever!" I didn't believe her for a single minute that I was going to look like anything other than a bloke in drag. I just knew I would look ridiculous. As she was applying the false eye lashes I again got twitchy. "Do you have to do that? I mean it's going to be ridiculous anyway." "Just relax hon, it's going to be amazing. I can't wait to see the finished product." She was busily toiling away and I was getting a little turned on. The aroma of her scent was making me aroused. Viv was leaning over me and she was so close. I was starting to feel overwhelmed and my senses were in overload. I am sure she was rubbing her nipples all over me as she worked. Her commission brief was a night at the opera look. By the time she pulled a blonde wig up over my head I was starting to get anxious. I was at least interested in the result. She stood up and leaned back taking in the completed look. She was just shaking her head but she had a big smile on her face. I was confused she was smiling but shaking her head. "WHAT," I cried. "What is the problem? Is it that bad?" She put her hands on her hips. "Darling you are done and I mean I am looking right at you and I just can't believe it." She reached over and pulled the cover off the mirror. Oh my god! I was blown away. I was speechless my mouth was dry. "Well," she smiled, "What do you think?" "Flaming hell bub, I can't believe it. You were right about one thing. I don't recognise myself." She snuck up behind me as I admired myself in the mirror. She spun the chair around and sat on my knee. Before I could say anything she slipped her arms around my neck and her lips locked onto mine. Her tongue glided in to tango with mine and the little kiss became a torrid passionate toe curling kiss. She moaned into my mouth as she was held me tight. I had never experienced a heat or hunger like this with Viv. "So what do you think? I bet you would bang her wouldn't you?" She smiled. I was struggling for breath after the kiss, but as I looked in the mirror, yes she was right I would definitely fuck her. As we recovered a little she giggled. "Oh my god honey I have always wanted to kiss a girl. That was amazing." She quickly fixed up the smudged lipstick and took some photos for her assignment. This was the bit that I was nervous about. "Babe who exactly is going to see these pictures?" She sniggered, "Only my tutor and well...... I guess it depends on whether you behave." I grabbed her arm. "OK, please promise me that regardless of what happens you will not show these to anyone else." She laughed loudly. "If you are nice to me I might keep them in my folder, but if you are nasty then they will come out just when you least want them to." After she posted the pictures she dragged me upstairs. In bed she was impatient and stripped of my clothes and ravished me. We had never kissed this much in our lives. She loved it and for that matter so did I. God I was as hard as a carbon steel rod. As we were lying together snogging she placed her hands on my head and pushed me down until my mouth was hovering over her pussy. "Don't hold back hon, please I want to feel those lipstick covered lips on me." I might be slow but I can take a hint. I buried my tongue deep into her heaving snatch. I licked the length of her swollen slit. I kissed, I licked and sucked her outer lips and she responded like I had never seen. Her body quivered and trembled. As I slipped a couple of fingers into her I felt her pussy walls clench my fingers tightly and her hips started to gyrate and thrust back at my marauding fingers. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh God." she moaned over and over. "Oh my fucking god. Fuck that is so good, oh fuck." Normally, Viv is sort of quiet not reserved just quiet but tonight she was on fire. Usually she was never into oral, she had complained many times that she didn't like it, but tonight, tonight she was so into it. Her hands were tangled tightly in my hair and she crushed her pussy onto my face and she fucked me, we weren't so much making love as she was fucking me, just using me for her pleasure. Her hips lifted right off the bed and her body was like a tightly strung wire. "Fuck hon, I am coming. Fuck oh fuuuucccckkkk......." she screamed. As I collapsed beside her she rolled over and kissed me but burst out in laughter. I looked at her. "What didn't you like it?" She shook her head. "No it was incredible, but next time we need to find a makeup that won't smudge so easily." She reached over to the bedside cabinet and lifted over a mirror. I saw straight away what she was laughing at. My face was covered in lipstick and smudged makeup. Then the coin dropped. "Next time!" She smiled wickedly. "Hell yes darling that was amazing. We are definitely doing that again." The scary thing was when I dragged my arse down out of bed in the morning she was pouring over the photos from the previous night. She gave me a quick kiss and made me a cuppa. As we munched through our morning toast she was in a really bubbly mood. "Honey these photos are really great. I still can't believe it's you. You should have been a girl you know that don't you." I blushed bright red as she leaned across the table for a steamy morning kiss. I raced off to work wanting to get in early for our new project. The lead engineer was a big burly woolly haired barrel chested Frenchman named Yves. He was a monster of a man but a real character. We had been working pretty closely together on this project and although he was a character he liked things done the right way. He disliked tardiness. The last month or so had been really tough and we were under the pump. The day was long and hard and it was another late finish. As we were getting ready to leave, he was heading back to his hotel. During the day I had heard him complaining that he was sick of hotel food so trying to curry a little favour, I invited him round to our place for dinner. He was pretty keen He had been staying at the hotel for weeks and was well sick of it. Viv was a bit gutted when I turned up unannounced with a guest but she got over it as Yves worked his charm on her. I didn't realise what a charmer he was. With his cheesy French accent and his charm he soon had her eating out of his hand. Over the next few weeks she had me invite him back regularly for dinner. I noticed she went to a lot of extra trouble on her appearance when he was around. She had been pestering me relentlessly to model for her again. But I had been holding her at bay I was uneasy about the whole thing. I felt uneasy because well to be honest I liked it. I liked it a lot but I was feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed. I come from a very staid straight background. Dressing up in and wearing makeup wasn't something I had ever considered. I was nervous about what Viv would really think. Did she think I was some sort of fucking weirdo? Viv though, is not a quitter and kept at me until I folded and she managed to get her way again. The reality of course is I wasn't fighting her off that hard. The emotions that she uncovered in me were real and I was inexplicably drawn to it. The bonus was the sex. It had been amazing the first time. This time she started the same way as last time but as she started to shave me she begged me to let her go further. I put up a valiant fight. I fought her off bravely although she dropped her bottom lip and got a bit sulky. Again we went through the makeup routine but this time I was shocked by how pretty she made me look. I was truly amazed at the transformation and I felt so sexy. She had to disappear to answer the phone while I was sitting in the chair staring into the mirror. I mean there staring back at me was a very sexy woman. Fuck I was amazed at how I looked. If I didn't know it was me I would have been thinking, how the girl staring back at me from the mirror was totally fuckable. The moment she walked back in she busted me staring into the mirror. She laughed. "Yeah love I would fuck her as well and believe me I am going to." I felt completely embarrassed and tried to play it down but she pulled me into another of those sexy kisses. God there is no arguing with her when she gets her mind set on something. The night ended the same way as the first with us making love long into the night. It may have even been hotter than the first. The dress up game stayed dormant for a few weeks just because work for both of us was so busy. She had some serious assignments to complete and our project was full on. I had been working late most nights. Our sex life had never been better. The dress up game had definitely raised the stakes. She was more vocal and had developed a love for me going down on her. Previously, although she enjoyed it, she always seemed to be holding back, not letting go. That was not the case now. I mean blimey now she couldn't wait and was eager and had no qualms about pushing my head down and she wasn't holding back verbally either. Now she wanted to talk about things that historically had been uncomfortable taboos. We often discussed her biggest fantasy which was having sex with another woman and our dress up game had made it seem so real for her. It was a couple of weeks before she convinced me to dress up again. This time it started the same way it had previously with her giving me a close shave but she didn't want to stop with my face she wanted to go further and as she shaved my chest she slipped further and further down my torso. I slipped my hand under her chin and lifted her head so we were looking in each other's eyes. "Hon, what the hell are you doing?" I asked. She did her silly little girly giggle. "Well I just thought you looked so nice, wouldn't it be nice if you were smooth all over." "All over." I was a little stunned. "Come on hon, it's not lie anyone else will see you. I explained my fantasy and I would love to really explore this a little more." I looked down into her gorgeous eyes. "What do you mean all over Viv?" "Pretty self-explanatory isn't it. I want you to be completely smooth and hairless." She could see the uncertainty in me I guess, so she leaned in close and kissed me sweetly. "I will make you a deal. If you let me shave you I will let you shave me." Wow I had always wanted her to shave her pussy but she always refused. She stood up and grabbed my hand and led me over to the shower. She turned it on ripped of my remaining clothes and sweetened the pot by stripping herself and diving in with me. She soaped up my body immediately taking lots of care with my dick which by now was standing out like a Kevlar fishing rod. She stroked my cock, and then she started to shave my whole body. I couldn't argue she wouldn't let me. Every time I tried to put up a fight she wrapped those sexy pouty little lips around my cock and sucked me deep into her mouth and sucked the nervousness and hesitancy right out of me. An hour later I was hairless in Birmingham. She handed me the razor. "OK babe your turn." I took the razor and soap and knelt down in front of her and soaped up her snatch until she was covered in suds. She giggled as I started to glide the razor over her. She moved her legs apart allowing me to shave her. I kissed her pouty engorged lips as the razor slid around her pussy. Her groans and whimpers filled my ears. I slipped a finger into her soapy hole and slid them back and forth along her slit. "Fuck you little tease." She groaned. "You are a bastard." Once we had towelled and rubbed each other down she covered us both in sweet smelling talcum powder. We moved back into the salon where she once again applied the makeup. I watched attentively in the mirror as she transformed me from an ordinary looking bloke into a pretty attractive woman. When she was finished I shook my head in amazement. She had done it again. Staring back at me from inside the mirror was this cute woman. Viv led me by the hand up to our bedroom. She held up a filmy little negligee. I shook my head no but she was insistent and pushed me back until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Please babe don't play hard to get. I promise it will be all worth it." She did eventually convince me to go along with her. The selling point was her sexy little hand slowly stroking my cock as she asked. She slipped one of her little bras over my shoulders and pulled on the negligee. She giggled and purred like a sex mad kitten. This was a new side to her that I had never seen before. Teasing and Flirtatious it is impossible to argue with her. She has these great big azure baby blue eyes. She had me dressed in her skimpy bra and negligee. She ran around with her camera taking photo after photo. She captured every angle. She pleaded and begged, encouraging me to vamp it up, with all her cooing and coercion. I was in the mood, she had me worked up so put on a little show for her. She got pretty kinky and kept the camera in her hand as she knelt down in front of me and pulled my cock out and hungrily wrapped her lips around the head. Sucking and licking until my member was wet and slippery covered in her saliva. Her hand stroked and mauled my poor bruised and twisted manhood. She even captured the moment my balls were emptied by her boiling suctioning mouth. It was so intense I screamed. I screamed like I had never screamed before. Every fibre of my body was being sucked through the eye of my throbbing cock. As I fell into a heap on the floor she smiled at me and all I could say was. "Fucking hell Viv." Over the weekend she really put the pressure on and she dressed us both in lingerie and lace. God it was fucking amazing. We spent the entire weekend playing and dressed. For the first time she made me keep the makeup on the whole time. I say forced, well she didn't have to try too hard, my mind had been opened to a whole new world, and secretly I loved it. This whole thing had me worked up to such an extreme level that I would probably have done whatever she asked. It was amazing and incredible. Over the next week she spent a lot of time pleading with me to let her redo the scene from the weekend. By Wednesday night she had her way. She lubricated my reticence with liquor, teasing coercion and of course sex. She left my cock bald and proud standing out of the bathwater like a periscope. She had her own personal little sex doll and she loved it. She got her fantasy lesbian fuck with me dressed in stockings and suspenders. That night I slathered her pussy with bright red lipstick which I applied liberally with my lips as I licked her hot little snatch from orgasm to orgasm. The only nights I wasn't dressed in her lingerie was nights when Yves came around home for dinner. I liked it when he was there because it gave me a little respite. The only problem with his visits was, he was starting to piss me off. He was flirting wickedly with Viv and what made it worse was she was leading him on and that was pissing me off even more. After a couple of visits where the flirting was way out of control I bailed Viv up after Yves left. "Viv all this flirting is aggravating me. That sort of behaviour is totally unacceptable. For fuck sake you may as well have asked him to fuck you." She laughed it off as just some innocent flirting. She tried to make light of it and giggled. "Jealous because you wanted him yourself aye hon." I think she saw the horrified look on my face and quickly defused my anger by dragging me into the bedroom and fucking my brains out. At work the next day I had a similar discussion with Yves which was scary because he is a man mountain. He isn't a muscle bound gym going pretty boy, he is just huge. He is unkempt with long shaggy hair and a bristly beard. His features were very Gallic actually. He was a bit taken back but he apologised and agreed that he had overstepped the mark. I stopped inviting him around for a while because things were tense and I didn't want the tension to flow over into our work relationship. I punished Viv by not playing her dress up game and it pissed her off no end. After a couple of weeks she asked me. "How come Yves doesn't come around anymore. I miss the big lug." I groaned. "Well your flirting pissed me off so much I decided not to invite him round anymore." She looked a little stunned. "Oh you have got to be bloody joking, come on love it was just a bit of fun." "No Viv it was more than that and it pissed me off and it was completely disrespectful." When we were in bed one night she whispered in my ear while we were making love. "Why is it so bad that Yves wants to fuck me?" I just about choked on my tongue as I hurried to complain. "Because you are my wife that's why." If I hadn't been buried balls deep in her sizzling hot pussy I would have kicked her out of bed. She slipped into her teasing mode as I was racing towards my cum. "Fuck Nate, imagine how big his cock must be." She chose her moment well as I was just at that moment filling her to overflow with a jet stream of my sperm. As we recovered I moaned. "What the fuck was all that stuff about Yves?" She kissed my shoulder as she snuggled up beside me. "I was just teasing Nate. I thought it was fun, that's all." As the project wound down Yves was spending less and less time in our UK office. He worked mostly from his home in Paris. That meant there was more opportunity for Viv to press her claims for me to play her dress up games. I guess I was getting sucked into the whole scenario and I was spending a lot of time in Viv's lingerie. She was having a ball making me over and she took so many photos, it was unreal. The unnerving thing was Viv was changing. Her normally bubbly friendly demeanour was slipping to be replaced by this insistent and bossy harridan. The dress up had changed as well. She had this stupid fantasy about us going out together with me dressed up. She wanted us to be like girlfriends. It was just too weird and scared the shit out of me. That was where I drew the line. There was nothing she could do to convince me. Of course she got a little surly and churlish. She stopped asking for me to dress and the playful teasing came to a stop. I guess she had come to realise that I enjoyed the dressing up and it was her way of punishing me. Round about that time we did get some bad news Viv's mum had been rushed to hospital she had an accident and broke her hip. Because she had nobody else to look after her it meant Viv had to spend a lot of time away at her mums place looking after her and she lived a couple of hours away. The public health supplied a nurse for week days but the family had to cover weekends. She lived alone and Viv's sister had emigrated years ago. That left Viv to carry the load. It meant Viv drove up to her mums place on Friday nights and back early Monday morning. I was left to my own devices for the whole weekend. Well you know what they say about idle hands. I had been trying to down play my interest in the crossdressing. Viv and I were playing power games, she wanted to punish me by not playing dress up and I was trying to prove I didn't care so we were stuck at an impasse. I felt uncomfortable and a little embarrassed that Viv might know how excited that the dress up made me. It sensations aroused actually scared me they were so powerful, they awakened such deep and powerful emotions in me. I was both aroused and ashamed, the feelings of shame seemed to make the whole thing more exciting. It was like I was having an affair. Viv was gone most weekends and while she was away I played. I started wearing her clothes just at bedtime. I love getting dolled up in her lingerie. It was as sexy as hell. At night I lay in our big bed wearing all her lingerie, especially pantyhose. God I loved stroking my cock through the thin nylon gauze. Rubbing my nylon encased cock, it felt so sensual and invigorating, my orgasms were so intense and I dragged them out for ages torturing myself waiting for the end, it was almost tantric I prolonged the agony of release so long it was painful. But the longer she was away the further I took it. By the third weekend I was dressed the whole time she was away. Her clothes were a bit tight as I am slightly bigger but beggars can't be choosers. It was amazing how worked up it got me. I spent hours masturbating while I was prancing around in her panties and lingerie. Viv was so preoccupied with helping her mum that she didn't seem to notice. I always made sure her things were freshly laundered and put back where I found them before her return. That was the order of the day for a couple of months. The good news was our relationship seemed to have settled down. Although she wasn't pestering me to play dress up she had softened and our love life was back to its former intensity. Things were comfortable I was fulfilling my desires for the dress up on weekends and I was comfortable with that because Viv didn't see how excited I was by it. Things came to a head as it was always going to I suppose. One day Viv came down to catch up with me at work for an impromptu lunch date. We hadn't seen much of each other for the last week or so and she just wanted to catch up. It turned out to be a fun lunch date. When I got home that night Viv was in a tizzy and didn't waste any time she grabbed me the moment I walked in the door explaining she had fallen behind in a couple of projects and needed me to model for her. She left me no room to argue. It was happening full stop. She popped a couple of beers and we went straight to the salon where she got straight to work. I had never seen her so focused she was like a tornado working frenetically. If she wasn't working on my makeup she was running off to get me more beer. She seemed to be having a blast and I wasn't arguing. It was nice to see some of the old Viv back on deck. She surprised me when she went up to grab more beer. She returned with a collection of her clothes. She didn't give me a chance to argue she stripped me off and helped me slip into her dress and lingerie. It didn't take long before she had me fully dressed in a complete outfit. I was bedecked in stockings and heels with a knee length dress. She used a blonde wig that covered some of my face with long stringy bangs. When I looked in the mirror I was impressed with the sultry sexy look she had managed to achieve. The blonde wig was the killer, I am dark haired so the transformation was amazing, it looked nothing like me. As we finished Viv toasted me by clinking bottles. "Fuck baby you look really cute." I was admiring my reflection in the mirror while Viv sipped her beer smiling coquettishly at me when I got the fright of my life. I couldn't believe it I heard Yves voice ring out. "Hello, Vivian, Nathan are you home?" I stared at Viv with an uncomprehending angry glare. She smiled apologetically. "Oops sorry darling I forgot about that. When I was at your office today I bumped into Yves and invited him over for dinner. Completely skipped my mind." Fuck that was OK for her but I was dressed in her fucking clothes. She smiled at me and gave me a comforting pat as she called out. "I am down in the salon with a client." I stared at her with bulging eyes and a pounding heart. I went to jump up and find somewhere to hide but she pushed down on my shoulders holding me down in the chair. "Calm down he will never recognise you." Before I could say anything there he was standing beside us. He gave Viv her perfunctory kiss and smiled at me. "Well who do we have here?" Viv chirped excitedly. "This is Nathalie, she is Nathan's twin sister." "Nathalie what a beautiful name for such a gorgeous creature. We know who got all the looks don't we." With that he reached down and picked up my hand and kissed it. He stood staring down lecherously at me. He talked to Viv but he was ogling me. "Where is Nathan?" Viv mumbled. "Sorry Yves I forgot to mention to Nathan that I had invited you. He has gone down the pub with mates." He looked uncertain about what to do. "Well perhaps I should go and see if I can find him." He handed Viv a bottle of champagne. "I will leave this with you." Ignoring my agony or perhaps because she recognized it she smiled sexily at him. "No need to rush off. Stay and have a drink with us. Nathalie is helping me with an assignment." Viv dragged out another couple of glasses and passed them to Yves who poured us all a glass. They both laughed and Yves clinked glasses with us. I was mortified and all I could think about was keeping my head turned and my mouth shut. I was so scared that he would twig that it was me. Yves tried and tried to engage me in conversation but I managed to rebuff all his advances. Viv on the other hand was playing up to him flirting and giggling like a love-struck teenager. As much as her flirting pissed me off at least he was focusing mostly on her. I was trapped unable to say anything without exposing myself and she knew it. I think she was challenging me as much as she was teasing him. I was flustered and unable to find an escape. Then I got a brain wave I excused myself and went to the bathroom and as I sat there on my throne I sent Yves a text message. 'Hey Yves I am at the Old Grey Nag. Come down for a beer.' When I went back to the salon he was finishing his drink before giving Viv a lingering kiss goodbye. He tried to kiss me as well but I turned my head away quickly. As he left she punched me on the arm. "That was mean. I was enjoying that." I hissed harshly. "Yeah so I fucking noticed." She grabbed my arms and pulled me into a deep sensuous kiss. "Don't be jealous darling. It was just a bit of fun." "Fun for you maybe." I barked. "Fuck I was shit scared. If he recognised me my career would be over you know that don't you?" She shook me by the shoulders. "But he didn't did he? That's the important bit. See babe I have been trying to tell you. No one would bloody know. If we bought you your own clothes even I wouldn't recognise you." I shook my head. "You did that on purpose Viv. You arranged that whole fucking thing." "I just wanted to prove to you that no one will recognise you when you are Nathalie." "Fucking hell Viv you could have destroyed my career in that one stupid moment. Fuck I am really pissed off with you at the moment." She walked away sulking. "Sorry I thought you might like it." She disappeared and I heard her banging around in the kitchen as she tried to appease me by cooking a bang up dinner. While she was up there I had a little play posing in her mirror before stripping off the outfit and pulling on my old clothes. When she saw me walk in her face dropped and she frowned. "Babe you didn't have to get changed." "Viv if you can't be honest with me I think we should stop all this playing around." She was contrite and begged me to let her do my makeup again. She wanted her female lover back for the night. As angry as I was I was also strangely aroused and excited, so it didn't take long before she had me down in the salon again. When we made love that night she was like a wanton sex machine. She left my suspender belt and stockings on. Not that I was complaining I love the feel of her stocking clad legs sliding and embracing mine. We were snogging on the bed when she pushed my head down between her legs. "Come on you dirty little girl I need my pussy licked badly." She is just lucky that I love licking her juicy little snatch. I worked my tongue into her pulsating wet hole. "Oh fuck yes, come on girl lick that pussy. Make me cum." I had never heard her like this. Normally she is maybe not reserved but in control. Tonight she completely let herself go and was moaning like a bitch on heat and I loved it. I slammed a couple of fingers into her fiery inferno and slid them in and out slowly and deeply. My mouth locked on her clit. "Oh fuck yes you dirty bitch lick me, fuck me with that hot little tongue. I gladly obliged pumping her harder and harder, with my fingers disappearing right up to my knuckles. Her orgasm was announced to the world as she cried like a banshee. The rest of the night was like we were on repeat. I don't know how many times she came but what I can say is my tongue ached like a bastard. I loved having the weekends to myself and releasing my dirty little secret. It was fast becoming an obsession and it was slowly consuming me from within. I called it my dirty secret because every time I dressed I was overcome by those old feelings of shame. But I couldn't help it. I was overwhelmed and it invaded my thoughts the moment I walked in on Friday nights. The times I tried to fight off the urge I got so eaten up I eventually succumbed. I was getting really good at doing my own makeup. I spent literally hours in front of her mirror adding different touches and trying different looks. Without blowing my own trumpet I looked pretty good. At work Yves took every opportunity to ask about my sister and where she lived, whether she had a boyfriend. I snapped angrily at him that it was none of his business. He was taken aback by my hostility. Coupled with the fact he was still pissed off about being sent on a wild goose chase looking for me that night meant I got a little reprieve. Yves went back to Paris and Viv went into overdrive trying to convince me to go out with her dressed as Nathalie. As much as I loved the dressing up I was scared of the public humiliation if someone recognised me. That wasn't the only thing that worried me. It was the not so subtle hints about how cute, guys would find me. That scared the shit out of me. Over the weekend Viv was at her mums looking after her again. By Saturday afternoon I was parading around the house dressed in the sexiest of Viv's lingerie and her favourite little black dress. My makeup looking better than ever. I was drinking as I had been since lunch so I was feeling no pain. I had the stereo going and was having a blast. My phone pinged notifying I had a message. It was from Viv. 'GOT A CALL FROM YVES. HE IS COMING AROUND FOR A VISIT WITH YOU THIS ARVO. SHOULD BE THERE ANY MINUTE.' "What." I freaked out. I rang her straight away. "Why is he coming? Why didn't he call me?" I was spraying out words and she was trying to get in a word but couldn't. After several attempts she finally spat out. "I don't know why he called me darling but I said you wouldn't mind. Cor what's the bloody problem anyway. You guys are friends." "Fuck that Viv I haven't been comfortable around him since he saw me dressed." She snickered. "Oh don't be a sook. Have a drink with him. It will be nice for you to have some company while I'm not there and you can reconnect." I laughed. "Fuck that I will just pretend I am not home." She giggled. "That won't work love. I told him where the key is and said if you weren't home to just go in and make himself comfortable while he waited." She was no sooner off the phone than there was a knock on the door. I panicked and froze. Fuck he couldn't help but hear the music. He knew I was home. I raced into the kitchen hoping he wouldn't come in. Nope he just walked straight in as bold as brass like he owned the fucking place. I was fucked. He called out hello several times and I just stayed hidden in the kitchen. After a few moments of wandering around calling my name he walked into the kitchen with a couple of bottles of spirits and plonked them on the bench. The moment he saw me he broke into a wide beaming smile and said in that cheesy accent of his. "Well hello ma Cherie. I was not expecting to find you here." I stuttered, "I was just waiting for Nathan." He walked over and gave me a kiss on each cheek. I had put my hands out to stop him getting to close. He grinned like a Cheshire cat who had just got the cream. "Let's have a drink you magnifique petite cr?ature." He rummaged around and found a couple of glasses. I tried to figure out what I was going to do without actually saying much. He might not recognise me to look at but I was sure he would pick my voice. He poured us both a glass I didn't say no because I was hoping it might still my shaking nerves. As we skulled back our shots his phone went. He was chatting away and laughing and by the conversation I realised he must be talking to Viv. He handed me the phone. "Well, well, well who's a naughty little girl then?" She giggled. "You have got yourself in a right pickle haven't you?" I walked away from Yves and whispered. "What the hell am I going to do?" She just laughed. "You are just going to have to entertain him aren't you." She was laughing so much it pissed me off. I handed him back his phone and he handed me another shot. We walked into the lounge and as I sat on the sofa he sat down beside me. Thankfully he pulled out his laptop apologising he had a few emails to send off. As he did that I raced off to the bathroom to call Viv. As she answered I hissed. "Come on hon, you have to help me." She was still laughing not hysterically this time at least. "What do you want me to do Nathalie?" "Cut it out hon. Look I know I should have told you but please I am begging you. Please help me get rid of him." She quietened down a little. "Honey just have a couple of drinks with him and then tell him you need him to leave. I will ring and see what happens. Just relax have the drink and then you can shoo him away." "Fuck that's easy for you to say, you haven't seen the way he is looking at me." She giggled. "Well you never know you might get lucky." She burst into hysterics as she sung. "Lucky, lucky, lucky." "Not fucking funny Viv!" I hung up, fuck her! When I walked back into the lounge Yves was sitting on the sofa typing on his laptop. His phone up to his ear and he was laughing uproariously. As I approached I noticed that he had another window open which he closed as I sat down. The chairs had laundry on them from where I was folding it up earlier, so I had to sit beside him. We talked a little but it was the speed that the shots were going down that had me worried. I could feel myself getting tipsy. Fuck I had drunk a bottle of wine before he got here. I was feeling it but I didn't realise how much until I stood up to get some snacks. As I stood up I fell sideways and ended up on top of him. He held me in a tight embrace as I wrestled to get out of his grasp. As I wriggled to get free he held me tighter. "Your freedom is going to cost a kiss he whispered." I struggled but I was no match for him. He wasn't only big, he was as strong as a fucking ox and he wasn't letting go. I thought fuck it and went to give him a quick peck on the cheek but he held me tight and as I leaned closer to him and his lips closed on mine. His hand slid around gripping the back of my head and holding me firm. My eyes bulged and my feet kicked but he had me tight and his tongue was relentless in its endeavour to slide past my clamped lips. With my struggles getting more frantic he took sympathy and let me go. Flustered I rebuked him. "I am married you bastard." He shrugged. "Sorry my love but you are far too gorgeous to resist. I apologise if I was to forward." I scowled and went to get the snacks. When I returned he had poured more drinks. Fuck I was already struggling and I could see he was feeling the pinch as well. As I sat down he curled his arm up over my shoulder and he handed me another shot. We clinked glasses and skulled them back. We repeated that frequently over the next hour until the bottle was gone. The whole time I was becoming more and more aware of the heat of his arm which was resting across my shoulders. As we started the second bottle he raised his glass in a toast. As we clinked glasses I felt his arm give me a gentle squeeze. As I put my glass down his arm curled tighter around my neck and he pulled me into another kiss. This time he was not going to be denied and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I was taken completely by surprise but as his tongue slithered and wriggled in my mouth I allowed my own to waltz a little with his. It was making my head spin. The feel of his course skin roughly scratching mine. His tough forceful lips were strong and his mouth seemed so big that there was no escaping. As the intensity of the kiss strengthened my desire to fight was decreasing by the minute and I found myself giving into his advances. I tried to get a grip, find some level of control but it was useless I was under his control. What made me jump was the feel of his hand sliding up my leg. That made me jump. I pulled back quickly and screamed "STOP." The fierceness of my response I think is what made him pull back. "Please Yves, I am married I can't do this. He grabbed my hand and pulled it onto his lap. "Ma Cherie you cannot leave me like this." I could feel his cock throbbing through his trousers. "That wouldn't be fair would it Cherie? "Surely you wouldn't make me leave like this." His lips locked back on mine and that searing passionate kiss continued. His tongue was relentless and so powerful. The kiss had been going on for several moments before I realised my hand was still resting on his cock. No resting wasn't the right description I was unconsciously squeezing his throbbing cock. His hand closed over mine as he pulled down his zipper and pulled out his growing monster. He was looking straight in my eyes as I found my hand clasping for the first time in my entire life another man's hard cock. This thing wasn't just hard it was fucking enormous. Fuck it would put most porn stars to shame. I was shocked at the size of it and our eyes were still locked together. "Hhhhmmmmm, like that do you baby?" I couldn't answer I just wanted him to go. He locked me back into that scintillating kiss. God my heart was thumping so hard my mind was mush. As we kissed I was powerless to stop the caress of his bulging cock. I admit I had penis envy I just couldn't believe how heavy it felt in my hand and it wasn't even properly hard. Fuck maybe it's so big it doesn't get hard? I couldn't remember ever being so aroused, my own cock was hard as steel and it was getting harder as the kiss deepened. I was stroking that huge slab of meat squeezing it and milking it, smearing the precum over the head with my thumb just the way I liked doing with my own. He moaned. "Oh god my darling, that feels so good. Your hand is so soft." His lips were all over my neck and shoulders as he nibbled and kissed, sucked and bit. His hot breath in my ear was making me moan. He sniggered, "Yes you like that, don't you? You like that nice big cock in your hand, you want it don't you? Feel it my darling, stroke it feel it grow for you." I bit my lip unable to answer. Fuck the problem is the answer was yes. It felt incredible and I was under his spell. I stroked him faster and faster. Long smooth strokes, squeezing and kneading the shaft. He gripped my head tightly and we fell back into the kiss. My toes were curling and I trembled uncontrollably. As we separated from the kiss he whispered hoarsely. "Give it a little kiss my sweet, just a kiss to show me you like it." His gaze was so intense and his voice was so commanding I leaned down and placed my lips on the head of that giant snake and gave it what I intended to be a little kiss. He moaned loudly. "Oh fuck, yes baby that's it that is so good." Somehow the sound of his increasing pleasure gave me a thrill and I opened my mouth and slid my tongue all around the knob bathing it wetly. "Yes, yes, yes that is it my god you little minx you crazy sexy little creature." His words gave me the encouragement I didn't really need and I opened my lips even further and invited more of his cock deeper into my salivating mouth. It was wonderful and scary at the same time. I felt this amazing thrill electrifying my whole body. I slid my lips deeper down his shaft then back up and then back down. I was luxuriating in the feel and texture. How could anything be so hard and yet so soft? And the taste, it wasn't in the least what I expected, it was salty but not in a horrible way. Fuck it tasted wonderful. All the time he moaned with desire. "Fuck yes baby, fuck that's it, suck that cock. Yes suck it baby." I bobbed up and down as my hand slithered around in his trousers caressing his balls, squeezing and stroking. "Oh fuck you little slut, fuck that's good. Suck it you bitch fuck I am going to cum." That announcement scared me and I lifted up my head but he wasn't having that. His hand pressed down on the back of my head until he was buried back into my mouth. "Don't stop slut your prize awaits." I was choking on cock, he was pressing so far into my mouth. I slid my mouth back up and then re-found my rhythm sucking that monstrous muscle, sliding my lips up and down fucking him with my mouth. He was in heaven as he cried and moaned. "Oh my god you dirty little slut I am going to fill your mouth, oh fuck I am going to cum." His deep resonant voice egging me on. His fat shaft was filling my mouth as I tried harder and harder to fit more in. I suddenly felt his muscles tighten and his balls swell up in my hands and I knew I was about to get a mouthful and he didn't disappoint. My mouth was flooded with his hot sticky salty goo. Shot after shot spraying my mouth and coating my tongue. I sucked and sucked trying to get it all. "Fuck you gorgeous little slut," he groaned. "God that was delicious. That's was the best blow job I have ever had." Strangely those words made me feel happy as I licked up the last few drops. He lifted up my head and kissed me again his tongue delving deep into my mouth swirling around delighting in the taste of his own juices. Sated and drunk he bid me adieu and I collapsed in a heap on the sofa. I had been lying there for several minutes when I heard my phone ringing. I knew it would be Viv. I was scared to answer. What the fuck was I going to say?? What the fuck had I done? Oh my god, what the fuck have I done!