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Weekend in New Hampshire Part 3
Sam woke up and found that it was still dark. He needed a few minutes to
figure out where he was and what he was doing. The first thing that he
realized was that he wearing a nightie; then, that he was lying in bed
next to his friend; and finally, that his friend had thoroughly fucked
him a few hours ago. He actually thought for a minute that he had had
some sort of dream, but the mild soreness of his asshole convinced him of
the reality of the situation. He laid still for a few minutes,
contemplating the implications of the night's events.
He decided to check his phone for the time, and went to retrieve it.
Thinking it would be rude not to, he decided to return to Bill's bed. He
laid the phone down on the night stand and got back into bed. He started
thinking more about the events of the night, and quickly developed a
hard-on. While he was lost in his reveries, he felt Bill's hand on his
chest. Bill slid over nearer to Sam, and whispered softly into his ear.
"Oh, you're awake too, Samantha," said Bill. "Are you thinking about
last night, like I am? Feel this, it's gotten me hard again."
Bill pulled Sam towards him and gave him a kiss, while grabbing Sam's
hand and placing it on his cock. Sam instinctively curled his hand
around Bill's fat cock. Applying gentle pressure, he began to slide his
hand up and down. Meanwhile, Bill familiarly let his hand go down to
Sam's ass. After fondling the soft globes briefly, he stuck a finger
into the hole. It slid in quite easily, greased by the residuals of the
various fluids that had been deposited in and/or generated there last
night.
Without further ado, Bill laid Sam on his back. He told him to lift his
ass up a bit, and then slid a pillow under it. He quickly got between
Sam's splayed legs. Bill spat into his hand, and then transferred the
glob to the head of his cock. He then lined it up with Sam's asshole,
and with a quick thrust, slid about 3 inches of it into Sam's belly.
"Put your legs around my back, and pull me into you," said Bill, and Sam
readily complied. In a few minutes, the two new lovers were vigorously
working in tandem for another delicious fuck. Bill's deep thrusts were
having a new effect on Sam, as Bill's cock was rubbing up against his
prostrate. Sam didn't care for it at first but quickly adapted to the
sensation. It was now fairly warm in the bedroom, and Bill began to
sweat from his exertions. The sweat began dripping onto Sam, and some of
it went onto his face. Sam opened his mouth a little, and a few drops
went right in, which he quickly swallowed. At the same time, Sam
concentrated on helping Bill slide his fat cock in and out, and getting
it in the right angle to massage his prostrate. Sam's own cock was hard,
and he began feeling a building up, and held his breath in anticipation.
As Bill grunted and released a thick load into Sam's tummy, Sam gave a
little squeak and shot a stream of his own semen into the air.
The two lovers separated after their simultaneous orgasms. Bill then
rolled over onto his back, and In a few minutes, was snoring softly. Sam
pondered his latest experience for a few minutes, while Bill's semen
slowly dribbled out of his asshole. Sam moved out of the wet spot. He
noticed that he was somehow feeling very warm and satisfied, and
recognized that it was the sensation of again being the recipient of a
nice fuck. After a few minutes, he too fell back to sleep.
When next they awoke, daylight was beginning to stream through the
blinds. The friends quickly found themselves in each other's arms, with
their hands roaming freely about each other's body. Bill slid his hand
up under the bottom of Sam's nightie, and began playing with his tits,
hefting the fleshy parts, and gently teasing the erect nipples. He went
in for a kiss. Sam opened his lips and Bill thrust his tongue inside his
friend's mouth. Their cocks were both rock hard again, and Sam began
gently manipulating Bill's balls. As they lay there, lazily sliding
their tongues back and forth against each other, Sam's phone rang. He
reluctantly broke off the kiss, and found that it was his wife Susan
calling.
Hi," she said, "how's everything going?"
Flustered for a second, Sam said, "Oh pretty good, we got a lot done."
"That's good. Hey, did you know you took my suitcase?" she asked.
"Oh yes, I discovered it when we got here. Sorry," said Sam, although he
really didn't feel sorry.
While Sam and his wife were talking, Bill gently pushed Sam onto his side
facing away from him. Bill lifted Sam's leg enough so that he could
place his cock at Sam's asshole. After rubbing his cock back and forth a
few times over Sam's pucker, Bill stopped at the hole, gave a little
shove, and was quickly buried deep in Sam's ass again, causing Sam to let
out a soft "oof."
"What was that?" asked Susan.
"Oh nothing, just a little burp from the beer we had last night."
"Ha ha," said Susan, "sounds like you guys had a little party."
"Yeah, sort of," said Sam, while Bill was chugging steadily in his ass.
"Well, we ahould be there in about an hour and a half or so, and we're
looking forward to some fun times too. See you soon," she said, and hung
up.
Sam let out a little gasp just then as Bill unloaded a fresh batch of
batter in his innards.
"You should have told them not to come," said Bill. "You could have told
them there was a plumbing problem or something."
"They're more than halfway here, and they're really looking forward to
it."
"What were you talking about, saying you discovered it?" asked Bill.
"She said I took her suitcase by mistake and mine was already in the
car."
"Your suitcase has been in the car the entire time? Are you sure you
didn't know that?"
"No, I didn't know it," said Sam, which was only partially true.
Sam found his panties, put them on, and then got up and went into the
bathroom, He began studying his image in the mirror, adjusting the
nightie. Bill came in and started to feel him up from behind, rubbing
his tits and sliding his cock against Sam's panty-covered ass. While
kissing his neck gently, Bill said, "I want to do this again, but just
you and me for the whole weekend."
Sam turned, slid his arms around Bill's neck, and gave him a deep kiss.
He then said, "I want to do it too, and we will. Right now though I've
got to get out of this nightie. Will you go out to the car and get my
suitcase?"
"Nah, I've got to get in the shower. Just run out and get it yourself."
"I can't run outside like this, what if somebody sees me?"
"There's no one around here, don't worry. By the way, put on a pot of
coffee before you go out. And when you get back, change the sheets.
They stink of sex."
Sam put on his wife's sandals, went to the door, and peered out, Seeing
no one outside. he opened the door and went to the car. He opened the
door and got his suitcase and headed back to the house. Just then, he
noticed across the meadow, a man walking his dog. The man had clearly
spotted Sam and was regarding him cooly. Flustered, Sam began running,
which was a mistake as one of his sandals came off, and he had to turn
around and bend over to retrieve it. He thought he heard the faint sound
of a whistle, but couldn't be sure; anyway, it was probably the man
calling his dog. He made it back to the house and put his suitcase in
his own bedroom.
Bill was still enjoying his shower. Sam thought about taking his own
shower, and changing into his clothes, but decided he had better do the
tasks Bill had instructed him to. He put a pot of coffee on, and then
went to change the sheets. He found clean sheets in the closet, and
carefully made the bed, making sure to arrange the pillows nicely. He
put the soiled sheets in the washer and got it started.
As he was finishing up, Bill came out of the shower, wearing a bathrobe.
"Oh good, you've got the bed made. Now how about nipping into the
kitchen and whipping me up some breakfast?"
Sam was still wondering when he would be able to get changed himself, but
decided to do as Bill asked. He went out to the kitchen in his nightie
and sandals, and found some eggs and bacon. As he was heating the frying
pan, Bill came out and took a seat at the table.
"Pour me a coffee, would you?" said Bill (it was not really a request).
Sam obliged Bill and then went back to the stove. He wasn't really much
of a cook, but he was able to acceptably prepare bacon and eggs. He
fixed a plate for Bill, and then returned to the stove. He realized he
had not prepared anything for himself.
Just then, Bill said, "You know, I've got an idea. How about you come
over here, get under the table, and suck my cock while I enjoy my
breakfast?"
Sam said, "I don't know if we have time for that," but he was already
thinking about Bill's cock, and how it would be fun to service a man
under the table while dressed in a sexy nightie.
Bill said, "I don't think it's going to take too long. Seeing you
standing at the stove, showing off that sexy ass, has gotten me hard
already."
Sam said, "Okay, here I come." He walked over to the table, and then got
down on his hands and knees and crawled underneath. He loosened the belt
of Bill's robe, and discovered that true to his word, Bill's cock was
again rock hard. Realizing time was of the essence, Sam only gave the
head a couple of soft kisses and one or two quick licks, before sliding
his lips over the head and halfway down the shaft. He quickly began
happily bobbing his mouth up and down, while swabbing the head of Bill's
cock with his tongue. True to his word, after only a few minutes, Bill
groaned and pumped one final load into Sam's mouth. Sam greedily
swallowed it down, and prepared to lick Bill's cock clean. Just before
he could begin, however, he heard a car door slam, and realized that it
was their wives arriving. Sam started up, and hit his head on the
underside of the table. He scampered out, and ran to the bedroom, again
losing a sandal, He turned and quickly picked it up and made it to the
bedroom, slamming the door and locking it. Bill fixed the towel around
his waist just as the door opened and Susan and Janet came in.
"Hi girls," said Bill. "You just missed it. Sam cooked breakfast."
"Since when does he cook?" asked Susan.
"Oh, he said he wanted to start trying different things,: said Bill.
The breakfast was actually delicious. He's going to make someone a nice
wife someday," said Bill, laughing.
"Ha ha, very funny," laughed Susan.
"You two make a great pair," said Janet.
EPILOGUE--SAM'S STORY
At about three o'clock on a Friday afternoon, I was up in my bathroom. I
had just finished a shower. While in the shower, I had carefully shaved
my balls and trimmed my pubic hair so that there was just a cute little
fuzz patch instead of long stringy hairs. I thinned out the hair on my
chest, arms, and legs. As I was finishing up, I heard the noise of a
car door closing. Peeking out the window, my heart thumping in excited
anticipation, I saw my friend Bill getting out of his car and walking to
the door. My cock began pulsing lightly. I quickly tamped my cock down
as best I could, and got dressed. I put on a t-shirt and jeans I had
bought online (they were women's, but it wasn't really obvious), and went
downstairs. My wife Susan and Bill were talking.
About 3 years earlier, Bill and I had experienced an awakening of sorts
on a trip up to his cabin. There was a suitcase mixup which had resulted
in my wearing my wife's bikini for a dip in the hot tub, and later,
donning more of her clothes. Something about me wearing women's clothing
had triggered a change in our relationship and our behavior. For my
part, I found that wearing feminine clothing was simultaneously relaxing
and exciting, and that I really enjoyed it. I also realized that I
enjoyed wearing pretty clothes and taking care of household chores for a
man. I enjoyed being treated as a sissy by an alpha male: being told
what to do, getting felt up, having my buttocks squeezed as he pulls me
towards him for a kiss. I love the musky smell of his cock and balls,
and the delicious taste of his sweaty cock. And finally, I love getting
properly fucked, either lying on my back with a pillow under my ass or on
my hands and knees, getting plowed roughly from behind until I can feel
his load spurting deep inside me.
After the first weekend together, Bill and I had vowed to repeat it again
as soon as possible, and we hit on the idea of telling our wives that we
had gotten interested in fishing, and were going to go on fishing trips
together. Bill had done a little fishing in the past; I had done even
less (I was mostly interested in fishing his cock out of his pants and
slobbering over it until it shot off in my mouth.) Nevertheless, our
wives bought our story. They never expressed any interest in accompanying
us. Bill would actually go out fishing for a little bit during the day
on our trips. Susan eventually wondered why my fishing equipment looked
unused, so Bill began alternating the equipment.
I put my bag in the car, and we took off. We made a few stops; first, at
a storage facility, then at a drugstore, and finally, a grocery. I keep
my real travel bag at the storage factility. It had soon become
apparent after I began collecting my dressup items that it would be a
problem keeping them hidden in the house, so that's why we (Bill and I
split the cost) had rented the smallest storage factility possible. I've
gradually acquired various items of ladies' apparel which satisfy both my
and Bill's tastes (for the most part), along with a good quality wig in a
nice bob style.
At the drugstore, we pick up a few things, like enemas and whatever
makeup I might need. I go to the self service checkout to avoid any
embarassment. I began experimenting with makeup almost immediately after
our first get together, and with the help of some online tutorials,
quickly got the hang of it. I go for a very tasteful, classy look:
enough foundation to smooth out my face, some eyeliner, eye shadow, and
mascara; and a very thin coat of lipstick in a light pink shade.
With regard to clothes, I discovered that what I really like is a sort of
classic, upscale housewife look; knee length dresses with lace trim, cap
sleeves, modest bodice, etc. Underneath I wear pretty bras and panties,
satin with lace trim (I always make sure that they match), and a full
length satin slip. I had found fairly small breast forms, just enough to
give me a nice looking pair of tits. While on occasion, I will wear a
garter belt (matching my bra and panties, of course) with neutral, or
occasionally white, stockings, what I really like is pantyhose. I feel
so demure and sophisticated carefully rolling the hose up over my legs
and then pulling the panty portion up over my actual panties, smoothing
everything out, and then slipping my feet into pumps with stiletto heels.
I have several pairs in various colors, all with 3 inch heels, because I
find that height both classy and sexy. They make my legs look really
nice but are not too difficult to walk in, which is important because I
spend the whole day on them doing housework and cooking,and even some
ironing. There's nothing that makes me feel more femme than standing at
an ironing board in a pretty dress and high heels, ironing a man's
shirts. Of course, I also have several nice baby doll nighties, which I
wear along with heeled slippers, for romantic evening relaxation and
recreation.
Bill generally approves of my stylish clothes, but he did buy me a
slightly different type of outfit for a fun change of pace; it was a
leopard print blouse, black leather skirt, and lacy black bra, panties,
and garter belt, along with sheer black seamed stockings, and a pair of
black patent leather pumps with four inch stiletto heels. The skirt is
pretty tight, which makes my ass look really good. It comes down to
about midthigh, which means it just barely covers my stocking tops
(sometimes it will ride up enough when I'm sitting on the couch for the
stocking tops and part of the garter to become visible). That does seem
to get Bill particularly excited, for some reason, and then his hands are
all over my legs, caressing them and playing with the stocking tops and
garter straps. Of course, that's fun for me, too, so I'm perfectly happy
to wear the outfit on occasion.
We've been going on our fishing trips every few months, which works
pretty well. On occasion, when the wives have gone out for the day, Bill
will come over for a quickie, and I'll rummage through Susan's lingerie
drawer and pick out something cute (I've been buying her lingerie which
looks good on me, as well as her, although she doesn't realize it).
I've been very happy with Bill as an occasional partner, and really
hadn't thought about any other guys. I do notice an occasional cute guy
at the gym, or in line at the store, but everybody does that, don't they?
However, there's a good looking guy, a salesman named Rick, who has been
coming into the offfice every few weeks. I ran into him at the elevator,
and while waiting, we started talking. After that, he started stopping
by my desk whenever he was making a sales call, and chatting for a few
minutes. I find myself somehow slipping into a gushing sort of
conversational pattern with him, not really very feminine but not really
very masculine either. I found little ways to flatter him during the
conversation, talking about his clothes or shoes, and saying how well
they suit him. I guess I was trying to be a little flirtatious, but not
enough to get into trouble, since I wasn't really sure whether he was
interested in me in that way. or was just a friendly guy.
One evening, I came out to the parking lot and found that I had a flat
tire. I'm perfectly capable of changing a flat, but really didn't feel
like doing so in my work clothes, so I got out my phone to call the auto
club. Just then, Rick came out of the building, having apparently made a
late call, and saw me standing by the car with my phone in my hand.
He said, "I see you're having a problem, can I help?"
I said, "Well, I'm just getting ready to call the auto club."
"No need for that, Rick is here," he said. "Let's get that spare out."
"Oh no, I couldn't ask you to do that."
"You're not asking, I'm volunteering."
Rick quickly got the jack and spare out, and got to work. Meanwhile, I
stood around feeling a little foolish. I couldn't help but notice how
easily he lifted the tires, and jacked the car up, and thought about how
difficult it would have been for me. In about 10 minutes, he had the
tire changed.
"Oh thanks so much," I said, "can I give you something?"
"A gentleman doesn't require payment for an act of chivalry," he said.
"Well, I guess I'm lucky that a gentleman came by," I said. "Can I at
least buy you a drink?"
"A drink sounds perfect," he said.
I called Susan and told her I would be a little bit late as I had gotten
a flat tire. I didn't tell her that a hunky guy had changed it for me
and that we were now going out for a drink.
There was a nice cocktail lounge nearby and we went for a drink. Rick
had a bourbon and coke and I had a white wine spritzer, and we began to
relax and chat. We started talking about relationships. Rick said he
never married and didn't have a girlfriend, as it was hard to find the
"right kind of girl." I told him I was married, but didn't really get
into my own arrangements. One drink led to another, and then another,
but then Rick said he had to leave. We walked out to the parking lot and
I gave him my hand and said, "Thanks again, Rick." I purposely gave him
a very limp handshake, and used a very soft voice.
"Any time, he said, "and I enjoyed the drink and chat. I hope we can do
it again." He looked deeply into my eyes for a minute. I was nervous,
but held his gaze. Then he said "Goodnight," and walked away.
Disappointingly, I didn't see Rick again for a few weeks, but then he
came by my desk on a Thursday afternoon, on his way out after a sales
call. "How are you doing, any more car trouble?" he asked.
"No, but thanks again for your help."
"It was my pleasure. Say, it's almost quitting time, do you have time for
a drink?" he asked.
"I don't, Susan said she needs me home so that we can discuss her
redecorating plans."
"What's the rush?"
"She's going out of town for the weekend and wanted to get a start on
it."
"She's going out of town? What are you going to be doing?
"Um, I'm not sure."
"How about we go out to dinner Saturday? I know a place you'd love.
It's quiet, the tables are very private. It'll be my treat."
Stammering a bit, I managed to say, "Well, I, um, guess so, that sounds
nice. Are you sure you don't want to go Dutch?"
"Oh no, I'd really like to treat you. I really like talking to you at
work, and I think I'd really like to get to know you better. As I said,
it's a nice quiet place, with very private tables, so we can really get a
chance to get to know each other."
So now I have a dinner date for Saturday (I think it's a date). Bill's
going to a boring game, so he wouldn't be expecting to get together
anyway.
Rick asked for my address, and said he would pick me up about 7:00. I'm
very nervous, as I don't know exactly what's going to happen. I'm
probably going to wear a camisole and panties under my guy clothes, just
for the feel of it. When he brings me home, if things go well, I'll
invite him in for a nightcap. If we wind up fooling around and he
discovers what I'm wearing I could probably laugh it off if he doesn't
like it. If he does it could open up a whole new relationship for me.
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