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this is a story i've loved for a long time, from Vicki Tern, about a cheating husband, and how the wife has him find that he isn't really a womanizer after all, but a deep seated desire to prefer being a bottom for more manly men....i would wish that my wife would do this for me....and let me be open about my desire to be with men too...


I suppose it was wicked of me, what I did to him.
But he did so deserve it, and it was such fun setting him up, and I was so
furious that I didn't care about any of the possible consequences, that he might leave me flat, or that he wouldn't be able to return from where I put him, or he wouldn't want to return, or that maybe I wouldn't want him back afterward anyhow.

In a way all of these things happened. We're still living together, but certainly we've turned a corner in our relationship.
We've both learned a few things. He sure did, I saw to that!

He'd been unfaithful before, you know, very often. I always suspected, but I never knew for sure. Women were always coming on to him.
Why not? He's a gorgeous hunk, and hot, and horny.
That's why I married him, he couldn't stay out of my pants, and he
kept coming back for more, and I got to like him that way. So did
other women, I suppose. They'd leave tracks sometimes, makeup or
perfume on his clothes, or a woman's voice unerased on the answerer
asking where is he, why is he late. I'd ask casually, and he'd
always have an innocent explanation.

Well, finally he went too far. I wouldn't have known except for you, Carol. We were out shopping a couple of months ago, you remember? And you made an odd remark. Out of nowhere you said that you didn't understand how I keep my figure, eating all those rich foods the way I do.

Then you said, "Anne, what I mean is, you've been dining out fancy I hear, for two weeks now. Practically every night this week.

And you went on that Tim's partner had been entertaining out-of-town buyers, and that wherever he went he kept running into my Jerry with a beautiful woman who had to be me.

Well, Carol, I got the message, and I may not have been very nice
to you at first. All the while I was thinking, every night this week Jerry phoned me to say he had to work late at the office, while I've been home with the TV and the washing machine.

Well, we both knew that Jerry sat in on Tim's poker game now and
then, so Tim's partner knew him, but he'd never met me. Jerry'd
been getting home way past midnight, trying to get ahead of his
work he told me, so his secretary could burrow in from the moment
she got in, he said.

All through the next week Jerry kept working late at the office and I confirmed that he wasn't there. Nothing to it, really. First a phone call and get only his phone mail service. Then drop by and find the place
empty, but there's his secretary's day book open on the desk.
And there it all was! Full day appointments with some floosie office
manager from some place down south.

Well, maybe you didn't know it, Carol, but last year when I
suspected something I tried to humiliate him. I sent him to his
office Halloween Party dressed up like a chorus girl.
Shaved legs, Cupid bow lips, mascara slathered on for a deep, mysterious look, hot pants, net stockings, long-haired wig --
I even taught him a high kick or two for his grand entrance.

But it didn't work. He didn't behave at all like a chorus girl,
and he wasn't any way embarrassed by his clothes.
He was just himself, cocky, relaxed, grinning.
No, he had much too much confidence in his own manhood.

But now Halloween was coming up again, and I was thinking real hard. How can you humiliate a man's man?
One way for sure.

Anyhow, for the next two weeks I was pleasant enough, and the only
change in our relationship was that I wouldn't allow his penis any
privileges whatsoever.
When he asked me why we weren't making love any more I told him I
thought we were, and that I was very well satisfied with him. When
he said he meant, why I wouldn't let him into me any more, I seemed
to realize for the first time that he hadn't been there lately.

I'd carefully not let him press his dong onto my body, much less into it. "Well, I tell you what. When you've made love to me the way I want, if I'm fully satisfied I'll let you relieve yourself in me if you must."

That night he tried. He was inspired! I got the most stupendous
head work imaginable! But then instead of turning over to go to sleep as usual I seemed to remember something,
so I lay on my back and spread my legs wide.
He clambered up onto me and he was all the way inside me
in a single push.

He'd told me right after Labor Day that his office was
restructuring and retrenching and down sizing -- he was too hot an
account representative to feel threatened, but by October general
office morale had completely collapsed. No one wanted to run their
annual Halloween party this year, he told me, because it seemed
like partying on real people's graves.

When I heard that I went to see Roger, the Senior Partner and
C.E.O. where I work, and suggested that our office institute our
own Halloween costume party. He thought that a great idea, it
would get our whole office staff and all their spouses and
significant others together, get us thinking like one big team
instead of divisions and factions, and so forth.

It would improve everyone's cooperation and efficiency -- maybe we'd work harder. And besides, he liked parties. So he offered us the use of his own home, though he stipulated that I'd have to attend to everything,
getting out the invitations, the refreshments, the entertainment,
everything, and get some house cleaning service to clean up
afterward. The company would pay for all of it, and he proposed a
whopping budget I had to stay within. Fair enough.
All that was exactly what I wanted to hear. I made a number of
phone calls, and I talked to Jerry's secretary for quite a while,
and meanwhile I checked out my Boss's house. I found out that his
wife was on some kind of guided lecture tour of the Nile, along
with Jerry's boss's ex-wife and some other wealthy women, mostly
from the Oak Bluff Country Club -- the old money set. So there'd
be no problem with wives. The place was huge, baronial, fifteen or
twenty bedrooms, you could get lost. I delegated arrangements for
food and music and so on to the younger staff. We decided we'd
each of us come as someone or something we thought we weren't at
all, a real stretch, and the grand prize would go to the person who
turned out to be that person or thing most persuasively, or close
enough to persuade the judges anyhow.

Then I called Jerry's boss -- a large, vigorous man named Ralph,
we'd had him to dinner a few times, he's silver-haired and he's
tough-minded. I told him I heard he was alone these days,
and invited him to join us.

"Why me?" Ralph asked right off.

"Because I think it might do Jerry some good," I said frankly.
"And maybe you too. It might even do me some good."

"Oh?" he said. "Maybe I hear you and maybe I don't. I'll be there."

"Why don't you invite one of your best clients, too?" I suggested.
"Someone who'd really enjoy an all-out bash like this one. Someone who likes parties where people dress up like what they're not, but someone who can remain a gentleman even when there are available
women everywhere.
No real competition for our own unattached staff."

"I hear you, Anne," he said. "Great! I know just the one! Our biggest client! He lives in town and he'll be delighted!"

So it was all set.
Then I told Jerry that we'd been invited to a Halloween Costume
Party at my Boss's House. A lot of the office staff and their
friends would be there. People I knew and people I didn't.
Maybe no one he knew, maybe only a few.
He nodded, not really concerned.
I told him the rules for the grand prize this year, and asked him,
"Any ideas?"

"How about I go as a girl again.
You can go as a guy, so we'll be a couple."

"No," I said. "This time you'd have to be a lot more persuasive.
It would take you too long to learn how a real woman acts and
feels. This year you've got to act the part, convince people
you're really what you seem to be.
Not so incidentally, if we don't go as a couple you'll have a terrific advantage at this party, because no one knows the real you.
You can seem to be anybody or anything if you do it right,
and they'll believe you're the real thing.
And I've got just the part for you to play, something you seem to think
you aren't at all, though I've got my doubts."

"What are you proposing, Anne?"

"I want you to go this time as a man."

He stared at me. "What are you talking about? Are you k**ding?
What's the costume? And how is that something I think I'm not?"

"That's the edge I have in mind. Other people will dress up in
costumes. But this year our costumes aren't going to be just cloth
or makeup. They'll be under our skins, in the way we act, how we
behave. We'll dress appropriately of course, but mainly we'll
create the illusion with our voices, our mannerisms, the ways we
move and relate to other people. You maintain your role perfectly
through the whole evening and maybe we can talk again about what
you are with me in bed, and what you aren't.
Maybe I'll forgive you for that night when you didn't think I was sexy enough, or sexy the right way, or maybe the right sex."

"So what'll I go as?"

"A man."

"You've said that. I can do that."

"A gay man."

"A what!!?"

"You heard me!
A gay man, Jerry!
A homo! A faggot! A fairy! A pansy! A queer!
A feygel! A sissy! An out and out flaming cocksucking male whore!
You know any other names, name them!"
I'd let out some of my real suppressed anger, so I stopped short,
and took some deep breaths, and then continued more calmly.

"You usually behave the way most gay men behave, normal. So that won't do. You'd never be recognized if you acted normal.
So you'll have to pretend. For people to catch on you'll have to
exaggerate some traits, behave like a full-blown stereotype queer.
But nothing excessive. No camping. No burlesquing. No signalling
'I am, but I'm not.'
This time there'll be none of that admiration you got because you had the guts to dress like a girl but were too gutless or unimaginative to act like one. This time you'll need to look and act just like what people think is the real thing, persuasively." I looked at him meaningfully.
"I suspect you have a talent for it, as you know."

He ignored the innuendo.
"And you? What will you go as?"


I smiled and weaved my hips at him a little.
"Oh, you'll like what I'll be. You're always trying to get me to go out dressed like one, and to behave like one. So for once I will."

"What's that?"

"A really promiscuous slut.
A whore who enjoys sex so much she doesn't charge.
I know I haven't been anything like that in the past.
I love sex, but I've never yet once cheated on you, Jerry.
I think you know that. That's why your...inability when I was hot
for you affected me so deeply. If I can play my role the way you
play your role, then maybe when we get back here I'll be able to
reconsider what you really are."

Jerry began thinking. "It would look funny if we arrived at this
party together, a gay man married to a whore."

"That's not so strange a pair. Gays and whores can be on the
lookout for partners for each other. But we won't be married at
all as far as anyone knows. We'll be brother and sister. People at my office know I'm married to someone,
that I'm a responsible executive, not a tramp,
so they'll see my costume in the way I behave.
But no one there knows you at all.
They'll have no reason to think you aren't really my gay brother,
the genuine article, until the time comes for the judging."

"What would I wear?"

"I've thought about that. Not much that's different.
A tight T shirt, or muscle shirt, maybe a loose satin shirt.
Really skin tight jeans, so your buns show -- we may need to pad them.
Maybe made of velvet, so you can stroke yourself and people will
understand why. It's your behavior that'll give you away, mainly.
So you'll have to behave stereotype femme
for your disguise to be identified."
"I'll get you a haircut with little bangs, maybe.
You'll swish a little while walking, not a lot. You'll talk with a slight lilt,
maybe move a little floppy wristed, not a lot.
In fact I think maybe we'll have you talk like a girl.
Most gays don't, but you'd be more persuasive that way.
Let's see -- a single ear ring.
You won't need to get an ear pierced, there are spring-loaded kinds you
can't tell from the real thing from the front. But that's up to you.
If you do get one ear pierced,
I'd recommend you get them both pierced.
I hear a gay man with a steady boy friend changes
which ear has the ear ring, so other men won't hit on him all the time. Like wearing a wedding ring."

"Oh, yes. We won't dance with each other at all.
I'll dance with other men, and so will you.
You'll have to sense which ones are most likely willing,
and which most likely to turn you down.
Check 'em out, the way gay men do. Tune in.
Gays can tell a lot about each other with very few words.
If any man asks you to dance,
you'll look him up and down and then of course you'll accept.
Charmingly. You can walk tight-assed or you can swagger,
which ever you choose. Last year when you were a girl you should have
been modest and tight-assed, but instead you swaggered.
This year you can do it either way."

Jerry thought about it. "You've been thinking I'm a queer, because
I couldn't get it up for you that one night. Now if I can prove to
everyone that's what I am, you'll be persuaded I'm not?
Is that what you're saying? What sense does that make?"

"I'll know that whatever you pretend, it isn't what I know you are,
because I'll see the difference.
And I'll know that you did it
because I wanted you to do it.
And that you're trying hard to do it right. For me."
He thought a moment, still a bit confused. "OK. That's not too
hard. I can do it, for one night. It'll be worth it just to see
you loosen up for once, see you try to act like a loose woman. I don't think you've got any more talent for it than I've got."

I smiled. "Maybe not. We'll see."

I must say, the next two weeks were fun. As soon as Jerry got home
from work I made him get into character -- in fact he had to get
out of the car already behaving a little prim, and walk to the
front door with quick short steps, thighs together and his ass
wiggling slightly, his head held high and his lips pursed. Then he
had to find his keys in his pocket as if he were searching through
a purse, and I made him slide the key into the lock with flair,
like a ballet movement, or a sexual act performed with one arm. At first I made him try to sound like Truman Capote,
but we settled for his sounding just a little bitchy.

It started out as a game for him, to please me, something to master
like a golf stroke or skiing moguls. Obviously he didn't feel
touched deep inside, not obviously. But he soon began to wear the
mannerisms casually, the way he'd worn his chorus girl outfit last
year, un-self-consciously, almost unawares, and that only made him
seem more naturally faggoty, more the way people expect gays to
behave. As he did it better he really got into it.

The weekend before the big event old Mrs. Warren from down the street saw him mincing across the front yard to dig in some bulbs for me, and she jokingly asked him if he'd dig in hers too. Without even thinking
he pushed the air toward her with one hand and then gracefully
withdrew it, and said "Silly! What a naughty thing to say!" with
a smile and a *lisp* of all things, as if she'd made an immoral
suggestion. Mrs. Warren stared at him a moment and continued on
her way without another word. I handed him some more bulbs and
pointed to where I wanted them without another word too.
He didn't even know what he'd done!

It became the way he behaved everywhere except at the office.
I took him shopping to a store that catered to certain ..umm...flamboyant male tastes, to buy himself some velvet pants
while I loitered outside and enjoyed watching him.

The salesman happened to be altogether floppy wristed, a real parody gay man, and waved his arms and bobbed his neck dramatically like some drag queen caricature. They struck it off right away.
The salesman leaned in on Jerry to tug his the pants up, to be sure his ass cheeks would be seen in them to advantage, and he kept patting Jerry's rear, until finally I saw Jerry wag a finger at him.
When Jerry emerged with his package,
I asked what he had said to cool the salesman down.

"I told him I was taken."

"We'll see to it that you're not too taken when you're at the party.
The more your partners paw you,
the more convincing your act will seem.
It *is* still an act, isn't it?"

He just smiled understandingly at me, but the truth was, I was
doing everything I could think of to make him unsure. The most fun
came in bed. Sex between us stopped altogether, of course, because
I didn't want to trigger any masculine feelings if I could help it.

So I went to Victoria's Secret and bought the sexiest lingerie I
could find, crotchless panties, a demi-pushup bra I spilled out of
as soon as I was in it and a black lace teddy that hid nothing
underneath. I decided these would be my slut wear under the little
bolero Jerry had worn last year, and I was pleased to see that the
bolero played peek-a-boo with the dark shadows of my nipples when
I tried it all on. Garter belt and net stockings, naturally.

Then I made up the way Jerry had been made up last year, eyes slathered in black. I lay back on pillows and with one knee raised I invited
Jerry to approach me when he entered the bedroom.
He was already breathing hard and was about to leap me when I flung back a fold in my robe and exposed an enormous black dildo rising high out of my crotch!

"Here, faggoty-boy, this is for you. You remember how I used to do you? Do me! And be persuasive!"

He was shocked, so repelled and resentful he almost refused.
But I glowered at him with all the sexual power I could muster.
"Make love to my cock! Suck my cock, my fairy queen! Now!"

And slowly, he lowered himself to his knees, and he did it!
Twice I had to tell him to put his heart and soul into it,
and I kept him at it at it for over an hour,
until his head and lips seemed tobelong there,
and my cock in his mouth felt as natural to him as his own tongue.

Then for a finale I had him whack off, squirting all over the
dildo, and then lick his cum off it.

"Why all this?" he asked, a little annoyed
"What has this to do with playing the homo at a party?"

I tried to restrain my glee as his tongue chased his own cum around the dildo's shaft, licking it provocatively in the process.

"Don't you know what gay men like to do?
Every moment you're talking with some man, or dancing with one,
and you'd better, I'll want you to be imagining how his cock
would feel in your mouth, how his cum would taste.
You're going to have to try to seduce your partners, if you can find any, and you can't fake a desire to be intimate with someone,
or you won't be convincing to anyone who's watching.
You'll have to seem to mean it!
To want to hold a cock in your mouth as the height of bliss!
Now kiss mine with real affection,
then lick it off me again, and I'll let you get to sleep."
In the morning he had to produce cum for licking twice more, and
that next night the same again. A few days before the party he
could barely cum even once, and I was quite sure he wasn't
rediscovering masculine drives with any of the secretaries at work.
Each evening I reclined back on the bed with my knees parted, and
he flounced to the floor, sucked away on my cock, finally managed
to cum all over it and me, licked it all off, and went to sleep.
It got to be a bedtime routine like brushing his teeth --
except that he brushed beforehand, of course, because I wanted him
sleeping every night with the flavor of cum in his mouth.

The Thursday before Halloween Saturday Night I took Jerry to my
Beauty Salon, got them to put tight waves into his hair like a
marcel, and then to pierce both his ears,
both of them before he had any idea what was happening.
I wanted him to wear little gold hoops in both ears, I told him,
until we found out which meant he was cruising and which that he was taken. Then he could take out one, depending.

He wasn't happy. In fact he was a little angry. "How the hell am
I supposed to go to the office tomorrow looking like this?"

So I sounded even angrier, as if my patience was exhausted.
"Jerry, the same way you always do, only this time, looking the way
you're supposed to look Saturday night."

I stopped him as we were leaving the salon, and I stared him down.

"And you better get into character now, and stay in character all day tomorrow, pansy man, and you'd better not tell anybody at your office what all this is about! I want them to think you're their resident closet queer suddenly blossomed out into daylight. I want you to get used to
different people's reactions. If they make cracks, or insults, no
macho bullshit in return! You can be bitchy if you want, or you
can name call. You can even be aggressively affectionate -- try to
put your hands on them and call them 'dear' if they get too close,
and they'll back off soon enough. Or you can cry and run away."
"Most people will treat you decently enough, at least to your face.
You might try flirting with some of them for practice. Next Monday
I don't care what you tell them. But tomorrow you are a flaming
queer and you'll dress the part -- tight pants, pointy suede shoes
and everything. Maybe a little mascara and pink lipstick also, to
underline the point!"

I knew he'd have a hard day, and he did. That afternoon he
flounced back into the house frowning deeply and muttering to
himself, and at first I wasn't going to ask him why. I assumed
that the girls in the office had figured him for a freak, and his
male ego had cracked under the strain. Or that Ralph, his boss,
had come by and had seen Jerry waving his ass at someone.
Well, good!
But that night when I was in my whore's regalia as usual and
he was kneeling down to suck my cock as usual he suddenly
volunteered what had happened.

"Bastards!" he said. "Out-of-town salesmen, they don't know me!
Three of them figure I'm fair game, grab me when I'm in the third
floor men's room, nowhere near our office, and they haul me into a
booth, and then they take turns holding me down while I blow them,
one after the other. They stank of piss, those goddam cocks. And
their cum was so slimy I could barely get it down without gagging."

Perfect!
"But you did get it down,"
I said to console him, not knowing whether to laugh or feel pity.
"That's a good boy. What did their cocks feel like in your mouth?"

"Rubber," he said. "Like this one of yours, but silky smooth.
Much warmer. I don't want to think about it!”

I was thinking that if all went well, by Monday his ass would be up for grabs. I noticed that he was intensely absorbed, and there were tears in his eyes. Because he still felt furious? Helpless? Anything else?

Anyhow, the big night finally rolled around -- it's hard to
remember now that it was just last weekend, so much has changed!
There was a nip in the air, and unraked autumn leaves everywhere.
Halloween weather!

I made myself ravishing the way I did every night, but this time I put on new black high-heeled thigh-high boots to wear instead of stockings, and my crotchless panties of course, and a black leather micro mini that covered my bare pussy lips only when I stood up straight and still.

Jerry looked great too. A little touch of mascara again, and his hair oiled back, and a chest-tight knit silk muscle shirt together with his purple
velvet pants, and he was fussing around the room without even
thinking about it. We'd had his pants tailored even tighter,
so his balls bulged in front as well as his buns in back,
and he grabbed for them now and then unthinkingly, to relieve the
pressure. Just the right touch of suggestiveness.

Just before we left the house I gave his crotch a squirt of
perfume. He looked startled, and I said playfully,
"Can I help it if my brother is a fag who wears perfume?"
That reminded him, and he minced into the car.

Then as he was starting to back down the driveway, I said to him,
"Just one more thing and you're on your own, brother.
When we make our entrance, walk as if someone's cock was in your ass. If anyone really gay is interested,
we'll want them to know that you're available, so the judges can see for
themselves that even the real thing thinks you're the real thing."

"Anne, just how far do you mean for me to go?
Isn't there any limit to this notion of yours?"

"You just stay in character, and be what you're supposed to be for this one night, and do it right even if that means you have to go a little further than you'd like. It won't be anything men don't do. Then afterward we'll talk. I suspect that after tonight I'll feel satisfied. We'll see."
The mansion was impressive all lit up, as we parked in the space
I'd reserved for me. My boss Roger met us at the door, looking
splendid in a tuxedo with a wing collar, not much of a costume,
but suitable I suppose to his role as a host.

"Welcome, Anne," he said. "You've done wonders with the
decoration, and the food, and the orchestra, everything.
Impressive, and handled with no last-minute flurries!" He looked
a little more closely at Jerry and his mouth opened just a bit.
"And this is...your husband?"

"My brother!" I told Roger, looking him straight in the eye.
"This is my brother Jerry. Same name as my husband's,
no resemblance otherwise.
I'm alone tonight, though I don't expect to stay that way."

"Not in that costume," he said. "You look good enough to eat."

"I hope so," I replied. "I'm looking forward to it."

Roger squared his shoulders and took my arm and led me into the
main hallway, leaving Jerry standing on his own at the door.
"Not a chance it won't happen," he said. "Not a chance.
May I have the first dance?"

He did.
A half hour after we arrived I was in one of the larger bedrooms off the main downstairs hallway, two huge beds with coverlets already drawn down, wiping his cum out of my pussy as best I could, tucking kleenex into my slit to slow the flow, and kissing him on the nose.
"That was marvelous! My husband's been away a long time now.
I'd almost forgotten the moves."

"Oh no," he said. "You do things my wife couldn't possibly do.
That teeny rotating of your twat just about when you started
moaning, it drove me wild!
And I wish I'd known earlier how wonderful you taste."
"Well, you know now," I said.
I just couldn't stop smiling!
I felt so liberated! It was just delicious, being a bona fide slut!
Here in front of me was my first brand new man since my marriage!
A whole new world to explore!
He had a great tongue, really marvelous,
and a short but fat and altogether satisfying cock.
I had no complaint about either of my orgasms.
"I'd better go see how Jerry's doing...he doesn't know anyone here."

"Don't worry, Anne," Roger said. "I suspect he's well tended.
There are a few people here with his... ahh... interests.
I notice that you invited your husband's boss, Ralph. He's an old friend,
we were in the same eating club at Princeton.
I'm glad you asked him, his ex being off with my wife and all,
and Ralph with nothing else planned.
But he's brought someone who'll certainly want to
meet your brother if he hasn't already,
a client of his who is as it happens is also a client of ours too.
If the two of them hit it off, we can all be happy."

He smiled at me, and took me gently by the elbow,
and led me back to the bed.
"Anne, if you don't mind mounting me this time,
I'd love to show your wonderful breasts how profoundly
I can worship them while we fuck again.
My wife's also been away longer than I'd thought."

"That's what I'm here for, Roger....Sluttish is as sluttish does."

His tongue on my nipples felt even better than his cock in my cunt,
and that was ecstasy!. God, I'd waited a long time for a real man!
I smiled as I thought that Jerry'd been one only a few months ago.
I wondered if I could think of him that way ever again.
If he'd ever be one again.


It didn't look that way when I went into the large room we'd turned
into a ballroom, orchestra on one side, all sorts of a****ls and
bunnies and horror film characters swaying and bouncing everywhere.
The orchestra began a slow dance, and the floor quickly filled.
Sure enough, there was my Jerry in a far corner plastered to a
tall, muscular man I didn't know. The man wore a studded motorcyle
jacket, and Jerry was nearly wrapped inside it.

The mutual client, no doubt about it,
and they'd found each other as Roger had predicted.

As I looked closer I saw the client grinding his pelvis into my
Jerry's crotch with each beat, holding Jerry's velvet buns close,
one in each huge hand. Jerry was holding his partner around the
neck, taking the woman's role I noted with satisfaction, his head
on the man's shoulder and turned well away.

There seemed to be a desperate gleam in his eye,
and as I watched I saw why.
T he client let go Jerry's rear end for a moment, and as Jerry turned toward him thinking the dance was finally done,
he took Jerry's head in both hands, leaned over him,
and tenderly but with iron firmness kissed him on the mouth.
The kiss lasted a while.

Jerry's hands fell helplessly to his sides, dangling there.
Then his partner placed them back around his neck
and they resumed their clutched movements, grinding against each other.

"They're getting on very well, wouldn't you say?"

I looked up, and there alongside me was Ralph in a tiger costume of
sorts, also looking at the loving couple.

"I'm glad you invited me to invite him.
His name's Mike, incidentally. I introduced Jerry to him as your brother,
as you'd suggested, and they hit it off right away.
At least Mike did, and Jerry's obviously under strict instructions to go with the flow, to be what he seems to be.
I told him Mike was our best client,
so he should be sure Mike gets whatever he wants.
How did you turn that compulsive stud into such a compliant queer? What kind of a hold have you got on him?"

"The best kind," I replied. "I've got him by the balls!
He still wants to stay married to me for some reason,
and I'm setting conditions. Enlarging his horizons for him."

He looked me over appreciatively.
My face was still flushed from my two fucks, and I was still feeling a little squishy under my short leather skirt. There must have been something in the way I stood, or moved, that told him that too.
"Are you what you seem to be tonight, Anne?"

I took Ralph's arm. "You bet," I said. "Try me."

He wrapped his hand around mine, securing it firmly on his arm.
I was off and running again!
"Tell me, Anne, why are you doing this to him?"

"Payback. He fucked other women and fucked with me once too often.
He thinks if he wins tonight's costume contest I'll forgive him,
and he would've won, too, because he is certainly acting out the
way he looks, and you know that's not the way he started out.
He's absolutely convincing, don't you think?"

The dancing couple dipped deep, and as Mike leaned back holding
Jerry partly between his legs, I realized that if Jerry had a vagina at that moment Mike's prick would have slid all the way into it.

"'He *would've* won' you say?" Ralph asked. "You mean he won't?"


"No," I replied. "It's a shame. He doesn't know it, of course,
but what with all the details setting up this party I seem to have
forgotten to appoint judges. Nobody's watching. Or everybody's
watching, but nobody's judging anybody. Not tonight, anyhow.
Tonight we're whoever we are because that's who we want to be,
never mind why."

"Then shouldn't we be somewhere else, looking for refreshments, or
refreshing ourselves?"

"Yes. Just a moment. All right now. There, see?
It's happening much faster than I'd hoped.
Your Mike has Jerry by the hand and is talking to Roger about something.
Yes, Roger's directing him to that same bedroom just down the hallway.
Let's wait just a moment, and then we'll follow.
I want to see what happens.
Even more, I want Jerry to see what happens. Are you willing?"

"I never refuse a lady," Ralph said with mock gallantry.
"Especially a lady like you! I'd never risk it!"

We stopped to chat with a few people and to sip some of the
excellent champagne Roger had contributed in the name of employee
relations, to give Mike and Jerry a chance to settle in.
Some guys from the office started toward me when they saw my look, then deflected in other directions when they saw my arm wrapped in
Ralph's. Maybe fifteen minutes passed, We drifted down the
hallway, and then into the room.

Jerry and Mike were in full fling.
Neither of them even noticed us as we stepped inside quietly,
and in the dim light sat down on the other bed
to watch the two men thrashing away at each other.

Jerry's purple pants were no where in sight, probably crumpled up
somewhere en route to the bed. There he lay, bare-assed on his
back, his legs high up on Mike's muscular shoulders.
Bare-assed isn't quite the right word, because what I saw was a huge
cock, bigger than any I'd ever seen anywhere,
bigger even than the dildos they display in sex shops,
and it was sliding in and out of Jerry's anus like some gigantic piston pushing and pulling inside its cylinder.

Ralph and I could see it perfectly when it was withdrawn
practically to the head then plunged all the way back in,
Jerry giving a little mewing shriek each time.

I'd wanted Jerry's first ass-fuck to be a wholly new experience,
a discovery he made all on his own, so I hadn't prepared him with dildoes or butt plugs or anything to stretch him out and relax his sphincter.

Now I regretted it. It seemed cruel, what I'd done.
There he was helpless under that gorgeously muscled man,
pinned down like a bug,
and that huge thing was sliding in and out of him mercilessly.
All he could do about it was make those strange high-pitched squeaks.

"Enough," Jerry cried out suddenly. "For God's sake, that's
enough!" He remembered his partner's name. "Mike! It hurts!"

As my eyes got used to the dim light, I could see Jerry's face
streaked with tears, his mascara run a little.
Was it pain or mortification? Probably both.

"It always hurts my partners at first, Jerry honey," Mike said.
"No matter how many partners they've had before,
I'm always a little...stressful for them.
But soon enough they begin to sing that old song,
'Pull it out deeper, it hurts so good!'
Then they can't bear for me to leave them. You'll see, sweet cheeks!"

Even so, Mike slowed down,
and his humping pelvis seemed to thrust more gently.

"You're tight, Jerry. You're sooo tight!
You've had fewer partners than I thought from the way you responded when we were dancing together. You seemed so casual then,
so matter of fact. But now no matter. J
ust lie here under me and get used to feeling a real man inside you,
until you're ready to really enjoy a real man, and you feel like pushing back on me. I can go slow like this for a long time."

Jerry thrashed his head in desperation, and then saw me sitting
there with Ralph, the two of us holding hands. His eyes opened out
wide and then bulged! He stared at his boss, then me, then Ralph
again, and all the while that great beautiful cock of Mike's disappeared
into his anus and then reappeared.

"My GGGoddd!" he said, and then seemed to choke.

Obviously, seeing his boss calmly watching him impaled by Mike's huge prick overloaded him. His focus shifted to my face.
"Anne? Enough!"
he cried, still pinned against the bed like a butterfly,
his legs spread like wings up over his head, his naked ass now nearly empty, now filled to bursting.
"Please, Anne, tell him! I'm not like this!"

My moment had arrived.
"Jerry, you just want to have all the fun!"
I replied, forcing out each single syllable word separately.
"And you've had lots of fun, you have! But I want my fun too!
And I'll have it! Just watch me now!"

He couldn't pull his eyes away, and in the twilit room a fantasy
unfolded that must have seemed to him a nightmare.
I wanted it to seem dreamlike, so I moved slowly.

First I gestured Ralph to rise, and he did with excruciating deliberation -- he'd caught on to my little scenario.

I undid his pants, and sat him down in slow motion,
and knelt and applied my mouth to his cock as if it were a c***d's lollipop. When I glanced up now and then,
Ralph was looking amusedly over at Jerry, his employee folded nearly double, thighs pushed into his chest,
eyes nearly out of his head in horrified bewilderment, going out of his mind. Mike continued his slow pumping, in and out, in and out.

"Take good care of our customer, Jerry," his Boss said to Jerry
mildly. "And I'll take good care of your sister here. I wish I'd
known about your orientation earlier, I would have given you many
more accounts like Mike's to tend to. But it isn't too late.
They're yours now. We'll talk about it Monday. Enjoy yourself!
Mike, you know we both appreciate your business."

"Oh Jerry already appreciates my business, enough for the both of
you," Mike replied. "Don't worry. But if you don't mind, Jerry
seems stressed out now for some reason. We'll just watch you two
if you don't mind, and I'll stay still and give Jerry's asshole a
chance to stretch a little more.
I do want him to enjoy what we're doing."

Jerry was still speechless, his asshole crammed and stuck and
immovable. He tried to wiggle free for a second, but only worked
Mike's cock deeper. So he stayed still, still bug-eyed, his head
turned, apprehensively watching my every move.

As if in his dream I took Ralph's cock head into the back of my
mouth and pushed it into the back of my throat.

"Oooooh!" Jerry groaned, as I turned sideways and looked slyly at
him. Then I closed down on Ralph's cock and forced it into my
gullet, and then slid it up again.

"Beginning to relax, are we?" Mike said to Jerry. "Well, you'll
soon see. I'll soon have you so loose and supple you'll think
we're both swimming in butter."
"AH!" came next out of Jerry's mouth, a high-pitched shriek that
would have been more suitable coming out of my mouth. He'd just
realized that I'd just deep throated his boss. I'd never been able
to do that with him, even when he'd begged me to try -- I'd always
gagged and coughed. But I'd been practicing with my dildo, and now
it seemed simple enough.

"NNGGNGGNNGHH" I let out a deep, contented groan when I next had
Ralph's cock way down in my throat. It sounded muffled and
strained, almost inhuman as that solid meat pressed on my vocal
cords from the inside. But I wanted Jerry to hear that cock's
pressure, to feel it with his ears. He did, and replied with
another cry, even higher pitched.

"You want to suck on my cock too, honey?" Mike asked him.
"Don't worry, you will. We have all night. We're going to know
everything there is to know about each other before morning.

Jerry replied with a squeak, maybe because Mike rubbed in that
promise by withdrawing, then slowly pressing in again until he was
back in all the way again.

"Sure, I know," Mike said tenderly. "It feels good.
You're getting softer, and I'm getting harder.
That's the way it should be."

Jerry couldn't reply, because at that moment I stood up,
still slowly, wiggled my leather-covered ass onto the bed, lay back,
and spread my legs wide.

"Come into me, Ralph. Come into me.
Roger's fucked me twice already, so you'll slide right in with
no problem. I want your cock in me, deep.
I want you to feel some loving wiggles and wriggles no one has ever felt before. Not in me, anyhow."


Jerry watched as his boss mounted me slowly, and saw his long, thin
cock slide on and on and in through my crotchless panties until
finally Ralph's thighs were mashed against my leather mini skirt.
Then out just as slowly. Then in again.

I was beginning to heat up again, but just before I wrapped my arms around Ralph's neck and closed my eyes and began to thrust back with all my heart, soul, and might, I looked over again.

Jerry still stared straight at us amazed,
and I saw that Mike too had picked up the pace again.
I also saw that Jerry was now lifting his ass up slightly but
noticeably on each of Mike's approaches.

Then there was another moment some time later, after I had risen
under Ralph to a glorious orgasm, and a delicious peace flooded me,
lasting for a while before I began to build again.
Again I glanced at the couple in the other bed.

Success!

Jerry was now holding Mike's head in both his hands and kissing him voluptuously, as he'd never kissed me, while Mike just kept stroking in and out of him with long, easy thrusts.

I thought to myself, Jerry must have figured that when your wife's fuck is inevitable, relax and enjoy your own.

Or maybe watching his boss slam raw meat into me has
turned him on, the voyeurism emphasizing his helplessness,
his helplessness emphasizing his humiliation, and he loves all of it.

Or Mike's monster cock had finally found Jerry's point of no
return. Or Jerry always has been a repressed closet queer,
and that's why all the skirt-chasing.
Whatever the reason, he's not repressed any longer!

Then I stopped thinking about it altogether, and concentrated on
the wondrous, glorious, sublime feelings sweet, dear, marvelous
Ralph's long, long cock set glowing in me, then blazing,
then exploding, again and again as the night wore on,
and not one of the
four of us stopped or even slowed down.

God what heavenly fucking we had!


Anyhow, I opened my eyes again when daybreak began to break up the
dark outside the window and I could see shadows of separate trees.
I looked around. Mike and Ralph were both asleep, each spooned
into his lover, each hugging us.
Ralph's hand rested lightly on my breast, and oddly, Mike's hand caressed one of Jerry's nipples even in his sleep.

I vaguely recalled hearing Mike say affectionately
to Jerry as he was falling asleep,
"You're a wonderful girl. I love the feel of your pecs.
Don't go queen on me too soon, and get breast implants or anything like that, Jerry. Not right away.
Promise me. I want to get to know you better as you are."

I listened closely, but all I could hear from Jerry in reply was
"Heeahh!" in a high, soft voice, which I'm sure Mike took for a
'Yes.' But I was thinking as I fell asleep, I hadn't promised Mike
anything myself. Jerry could keep his pecs for the present, maybe,
but this thing was far from over.

I untangled myself from Ralph and stood up, and felt a deep puddle
of his cum suddenly bubble out of my cunt and start to trickle down
my leg. For the moment I ignored it. Should I ask Jerry to....?
No. His face was already crusty enough with Mike's cum.

I crossed over to Jerry. 'C'mon, honey," I whispered to him. Time
to go now. The party's over. Wake up!"
Then I saw he wasn't asleep.
His eyes were still fixed open, a pained, defeated look in them.
Maybe he hadn't slept at all, just watched me and Ralph
as we did things together all night long?
What he must have seen if so!
Maybe he was hoping Mike would wake up
and fuck him true blue one more time?
I'd find out later.

"Never mind how your ass feels now, lover." I said to him.
"Mine feels the same way. You saw!"

I saw in his eyes that he had seen.
My ass had been virginal before tonight.
He'd often wanted in, but I'd always wanted him in
my quim whenever his cock was hard enough to go in anywhere at all.

But Ralph was incredible.
His third fuck had been into my ass,
long and languorous and beyond my ability to describe it.
And then his fourth was back into my cunt again.
And wherever he pushed into me, my whole body rose up and followed delighted, and I came and came, orgasm after orgasm.
So I could hardly complain.

"No, my butt hole is not for you," I said, guessing what might be
on his mind. "You have your ass and I have mine.
Mine will never be yours. Other men's, maybe, but never yours.
Don't even think about it.
You'll find other men who can fit into yours if you feel a craving.
I won't mind. I'll find other men too."

He lay stone still, now looking at me piteously.
There was no doubt that my confident, cock-swinging,
manly husband was way past recovery.


"We're both sore now, but I'm sure when we think about things later,
and remember how it felt, we'll feel very good indeed down there.
And in time we'll both get used to accommodating our lovers down there. You'll have to, I guess,
if your boss gives you all those new accounts he mentioned.
And now I'll want to. I'll surely want to. C'mon now, honey."

I reached out my hand and he took it, detached his chest from
Mike's hand, and carefully, not to wake Mike, swung his legs over
the side of the bed. He sat gingerly for a moment.

But the pressure on his butt must have seemed too great, because he then painstakingly stood up. He tried to walk toward the bathroom, and
managed only his mincing lurch.

I could see cum glistening between his ass cheeks now, and a shiny streak further down the inside of his thigh.

There was a smear of red still visible on one cheek,
not altogether wiped away by the rest of the night's gyrations.
My poor dear had indeed lost his cherry!

When we were in the bathroom and the door was shut, I turned on the
night light. There were his clothes, half soaked in the tub where
Mike had probably tossed them after they'd showered together before
their little tete-a-tete, Jerry then still under duress and Mike
powerfully muscled.

No telling if Jerry resisted, but I doubt if it was more than token.

"Oh dear," I said. "You don't have those pretty purple pants to
wear any more. But there's a dress hanging in the closet over
there. I'll get it for you to wear home, so you can be decent.
Just wait".

This was more than Jerry could handle.

He'd really had a hard night this time. He stared at his drenched fag gear. "You aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?" he said.
"This is just this night, isn't it?"

"It is if you want to quit your job and find another," I said.
"And find another town to live in. Just when you've been given
some of the best accounts in the industry. But that's up to you.
I've gotten my satisfaction now. Roger and Ralph were just lovely.
You were even lovelier, dear. I'll get that engraved for you to
wear, if you'd like. Here, put this on, and we'll leave.

Jerry seemed stunned when he heard that reference to his last
girlfriend's inscription. Maybe the last girlfriend he'll ever
have, I thought gleefully, but I didn't say a thing.

"You knew!" he said. "You knew about Jocelyn the whole time. You've been getting even! But you said that after tonight you'd forgive me.
Now what are you talking about for me?
Is this what you have in mind for me from now on? Dresses?"

"Oh, no, Jerry!" I told him. "It isn't a matter of balances,
you owe me so I pay me, and that way I'm even. I do forgive you.
Last night you did everything I'd hoped and more.
But now we're living in different worlds.
This morning we're both different from when we came here.
And there's no going back. You're set up with
Ralph's special clients now for good it seems, no down sizing ever.
If you stay with Mike's kind you'll be a member of the
mincing-in-tight-pants brigade. You heard him.
No breasts for now. But then there are other clients I'm sure who will prefer a less manly account executive, one who can be a little more
delicate, and gracious, and soft, a little more femme,
more of a temptress, or a coquette.
When you meet with them you'll find
you'll need to choose which way you want to go."


"No, sweetheart, I won't put you into dresses.
But maybe they will. You will, maybe, after talking it over with Ralph. Maybe simply for convenience you'll want your own breasts,
hormonal or implants. That'll be entirely up to you."

"As far as I'm concerned, now that you've been used
like a faggot or a woman, you have to decide which.
Either way you're now like me, a whore available to a variety of men.
And we both know it. Neither of us can ever forget it.
So no, there's no going back, sweetheart.
I myself don't want to, I like this new life,
different cocks hard at work trying to satisfy me each night,
men using themselves up in me while I keep going and going.
I'm satisfied. But are you gay now, Jerry, or are you a girl?
Which?"

He looked up at me, grim and mournful.

"Cheer up, sweetheart!
I myself think you have much more talent toward gay.
Compare this year's great performance with that sorry spectacle last year, when no one thought you were a girl even for a moment.
But now everyone, even your own boss, thinks you're as
queer as a three dollar bill.
And I must admit, I prefer you manly to altogether effeminate,
even if you're some other man's man. I'm not yet through with your cock. I just want to know where it's at from time to time,
who's using it besides me."

"You don't seem at all sorry you fucked both those men last night,
At least I am for what I've done!"
Jerry was feeling for the moral high ground, but there wasn't any!

"That's right, not at all! Tonight I got from other men what you've been getting from other women ever since we got married.
You never felt bound by our marriage, so I see no reason why I should. It's just a matter of my catching up, is all. I mean to try."
As we sneaked through the now pale lit living room
and out to the driveway and our car, I whispered to him.
"That's it, a perfect walk. You've finally mastered it. Still dripping?
I'd carry a tampon from now on if I were you.
You keep swishing your asshole like that,
as if there were still a cock in there, and there soon will be!"

"It's priceless! Now everyone thinks you're really the gay man I
wanted you to become this Halloween. So from now on, honey,
weekdays at least we remain sister and brother.
You'll just have to keep being your new self,
whatever the clothes you actually wear.
No one will believe after last night that you're not what you seem.
And if you claim you're not, when everyone at the party
saw you and Mike together, you'll seem something much worse!"

"On weekends we can make it up. Then if you want to be my great
macho lover again, I'll always welcome you into me.
I don't want you to prefer all men to any woman, after all.
Not to me, anyhow.
We *are* married after all! You *do* have a wonderful cock, and
though Mike isn't inclined to make use of it I certainly am.
Of course whatever happens happens, even on weekends. You do have a darling tush, and I can't fend off the whole world!"

Jerry seemed gloomy as I drove us home, hunched over in his dress
so the early morning traffic wouldn't recognize what he was
wearing. He knew that his days as a Don Juan among women were done
for, and said as much. No way could any woman think of him as a
great lover. Not since his behavior Friday at the office, confirmed
by rumors no doubt already spreading about last night's party.

"Did I at least win that prize you wanted me to win?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered as we approached our old neighborhood.
It too seemed different. "We weren't either of us there for the
judging, were we? We were both busy somewhere else, remember?"
I was feeling quite cheerful.
If Jerry was now a member of the gay community, reluctantly,
I was now also committed to my own new Halloween way of life.

I wondered how long it would be before Jerry wondered why his sister was working late nights on so many week days,
maybe as many as he'd be working with his clients from now on.

I wondered if he had access to Ralph's day book, where his
sister would certainly be mentioned frequently. I knew I'd show up
in Roger's almost as often as I showed up at the office for work.

As I thought about posh dining clubs, I wondered how long it would
be before we ran into each other at one of them, Jerry and me, and
nodded our acquaintance, and Jerry would introduce his sister to
his man for the evening, and I'd introduce mine. Above all I
wondered how under these circumstances I could possibly keep my
figure Maybe it would balance off, I was thinking, because
Roger and Ralph and the other men I mean to enjoy would be giving
me some pretty exhausting workouts. Maybe for a special treat we
could let Jerry and his boyfriends watch, and pick up pointers.