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The Wedding Party By Jeanne Darc I hadn't heard from Jake in over a year. We'd met at the software firm where I worked, and discovered a lot of common interests including the standard painful high school nerd autobiographies. I hadn't completely escaped my past - people still called me na?ve; I preferred devoid of guile. We'd been good friends, becoming best friends, when he dropped off the radar. I'd tried to contact him several times but he sent texts saying he was busy and would get in touch when things settled down. So, when his phone call arrived, it was a shock. "I'm getting married, Sean," he said, without any preamble. "I didn't know you were dating," I said. "When did this happen?" "A year ago. It's why I've been out of touch. I really love this girl." I let a few seconds pass before responding. "Does she have a name?" "Angelika. The name fits. I feel like I've died and gone to heaven." "Well, congratulations. When's the wedding?" "It's in two weeks. On a Friday night." "Oh." Two weeks. Guess I wasn't on the invite list. So much for friendship. I could hear him suck in his breath. "I hate to do this, but I need your help." I didn't say anything so he continued. "One of the wedding party dropped out and I have to get a replacement. Angelika says if I don't have enough guys to balance her girls, she won't get married. Sounded weak to me. "Really, Jake? No woman would back out of a wedding over something as ridiculous as that." "You don't know Angelika. She means what she says. I'm in a bind. I have to deliver or she'll make me wait. I'm desperate. I know you think I've ditched you, but there were reasons. You gotta trust me." "I don't know." I was a bit miffed. First the cold shoulder and now the bum's rush. He could tell I was hesitant. "Listen, meet me at Bilko's tonight at say 7 and I'll explain everything to you." "Well..." I'll buy. You still like their wings, right? Come on. At least hear me out." "All right. 7 PM. And I'll want onion rings, too." "You got it buddy. Thanks." He begged off the call as soon as I agreed. Guess I'd have to wait for a couple hours to find out his story. Bilko's wasn't crowded and I got us a booth towards the back. He arrived at 7:01. That was an improvement. Jake was 15 minutes late for everything. We shook hands, His hair was longer than the last time I'd seen him. It hung down to his shoulders. He'd been dieting as well. He'd never been overweight, 5' 7'' and 155 pounds, but he'd shed at least 30. He looked positively slim. We made small talk and placed our order. I'd let him take the lead. "Listen," he said, after taking a long swallow of his beer, "I'm counting on you. This is the most important event in my life." Before he could explain further, his phone began to ring. "Sorry," he said. "I need to get this." He held the phone to his ear. "Yes dear. I'm working on it. I'm talking to someone right now. Yes dear. Thank you dear. I'm sure he'll help. He's just right for Natasha. Goodbye. I love you. Smooch smooch." It was a bit unsettling. This woman really had him under her thumb. He used to be more self-sufficient. It was hard to square the old Jake with the new one. "That was Angelika," he said. "I told you I had to get this resolved. Man, I'll owe you forever." "Who's Natasha?" I said. "She's your opposite in the bridal party. You'll be paired up with her. She's single and I think you'd like her." He pulled out his phone and showed me a picture. "That's her." "Nice," I said. It seemed odd that he had a picture of his fianc?'s friend on his phone, but she was certainly attractive. A brunette with a classic hourglass shape and a smile that promised interesting times. The opportunity to hook up with Natasha tipped the balance. "Sure. I won't say I'm not bugged that you didn't think to invite me from the beginning, but if you need this, I'm in." "Great. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this." His smile told me he was serious. "No problem. Where do I go to get my tux?" He took out a piece of paper and wrote down an address. "Can you be here tomorrow at 5 PM? I'll meet you there and we can get you fitted." "Where is this?" I asked. "It's at the old Center Street Mall. They have a wedding store there." The after-work traffic was slow and I arrived a few minutes late. The Center Street Mall was one of those old strip malls. There were maybe six stores in the place, all showing their age. One had a sign that read Wedding Belles. This was the place. A woman in her fifties greeted me at the door. "You're in Jake's party?" When I nodded, she told me to follow her. It wasn't a big place, and it only seemed to have dresses. There was a door that led into another room, which was where the tuxes must be. I was ushered to a seat in an area that had a bunch of mirrors and a small raised platform with curtains behind it. I was hardly seated before the curtains parted and Jake came out. I was at a loss for words and could only stare. Jake was fitted out in a white wedding dress. His hair was tied up in ribbons and he was wearing makeup. His face turned red as I stared silently. "What the hell is going on, Jake?" I said after the silence had become too heavy to ignore. "This is me. I'm the bride." He spoke softly, and I had to strain to hear him. "You're kidding, right?" "It's not a joke, Sean. Angelika is the husband in our relationship. She made it clear when we met that this was her lifestyle. I was surprised, but she was amazing and this didn't change how much I loved her. It made me love her more after I got over the initial surprise. She began training me with an eye towards marrying me. Here I am 12 months later." "Training. What's that mean?" "Simple things. Make up - I do my own now. I went on a diet so I'd look good in my wedding gown. I mastered high heels. She educated me about my place and habits of obedience. I can see you're confused. This works for me. I want to be with Angelika and all this is worth it. In fact, I'm sort of liking it. I feel safe in her hands." All I could say was "wow." "I still need you to be in the wedding. I need three guys. The other two are all set. People I met through Angelika. They're my friends now. But I'd be proud to have you with me." I sighed. The world was a strange place. There were stranger things than this. If Jake wanted to be the bride, more power to him. Or should I say Angelika. She seemed to be the one in charge. "Fine. Will there be people there that I know?" "Nobody. I stayed away from the old gang. They wouldn't understand. You're the most open minded of the bunch by far." That at least was true. "Alright. Ummm...nice dress? You look good in it, I guess. Let's get me fitted for my tux." He came down off the platform and took the chair next to me with a rustle of satin. "There's no tux. You're one of my bridesmaids. You'll be wearing a dress, too. A green one, to match the lapels of Natasha's tux. We're kind of swapping roles across the board." It took me at least a minute to stop laughing. "Is this some kind of a prank show? Where're the hidden cameras?" "This is serious. I wouldn't disrespect you by making you the butt of a joke. You're not my maid of honor, but you're just as important. If I don't deliver a full party, I don't get married." He began to cry. "I need you to be with me in this." It was embarrassing to see my sort of friend dressed like this with his makeup beginning to run. The store clerk appeared with a box of tissues. "Don't get any stains on your dress. We can't guarantee to get it all out, dear." She turned to me. "You're Sean? Are you ready to be fitted? You're generally the same build as Tina was, so it shouldn't be hard to make the alterations. I'm glad all you boys aren't the muscley types. I had to decide. Jump up and run for my life, or allow myself to become part of the circus. I decided to run, but the next thing I knew I was standing on a stool in my underwear with a woman tailor slipping a gown over my shoulders. I stood unmoving as the green dress was marked up with chalk and adjustments pinned into place. It would have been embarrassing except that the only one observing this was Jake who was in way deeper than I was. I only hoped Angelika was worth it. And Natasha. "Let's go someplace after this," I said. "I have a million questions." "Let me check," he said. He pulled out the phone from the white lace bag that was part of his ensemble. "Hello, dear? I'm with Sean. Yes, he's being fitted right now. I was right. He looks good. Yes I will, as soon as I hang up. Uh, dear, I was wondering, would it be alright if Sean and I went out after? He wants to talk over arrangements with me. Of course. Yes, I can be home no later than 8. Thank you dear." He put his phone away. "All set. I just have to be home by 8." "Why the curfew?" I said. "Angelika gets concerned if I'm out late by myself. She's very protective." It was more like controlling from what I could see. The tailor was done a few minutes later. "Don't undress yet. I have to take a selfie. Angelika wants to see how you look." I considered arguing, but she was going to see me soon enough in this costume. I grumbled, but let the store clerk take a picture of Jake and I standing next to each other. The clerk gave me a bouquet of silk flowers to hold for the picture. When we were back in our street clothes, we drove over to Bilkos again. It was more croweded this time, but we still got a booth. Jake looked at his watch. "I can't stay for more than 15 minutes." Given the short timeline, I dove right into the heart of the matter as I saw it. "Are you sure you want this? I mean, look at what she's doing to you." He didn't hesitate. "It's what I want. I know you won't understand this, but there is a certain comfort in being taken care of, in being told what to do. It's a peaceful and fulfilling life. We are perfect for each other." "But the dresses, all the rest. Don't you feel like..." I took a deep breath. "Like a sissy?" He smiled. "Not at all. I know what my role in this marriage is. Sure there's a uniform, but lots of other jobs have uniforms. And I'm happy doing all the things that I'm expected to do. It's so much better than having to wrestle with the wolves at work everyday." "How's the sex?" I asked. He blushed. "I'll find out on my wedding night. She wants me to save myself for her. I feel like a little boy going on his first date with the captain of the cheerleaders. It'll be wonderful." "No sex, for a year? Does that include, you know, doing yourself? How does that feel?" "I'm celibate to please her. The anticipation is building up inside me like I'm about to burst. I can't wait. Sometimes it's all I can think of. It makes me want to please her more, so I'll deserve what she finally lets me have." I was going to say how screwed up that sounded when Jake's phone rang. "Hi dear. Yes, I'm just leaving. I'm glad you agree. I'll tell him. Can't wait to see you, too, dear." He stowed his phone and stood up. "Angelika says you look good in your dress. I'm supposed to remind you you'll have to shave your body and put some stuffing in your bra. And since your hair is too short and the wrong color, we'll pick you out a blonde wig. Angelika wants all blondes in the bridal party. I think she likes you. Gotta run. I'll be in touch." He was gone before I could protest. Bra? Shaving my body? Wig? Things were spiraling wildly out of control and I'd lost the option to say no. I was committed. Or maybe I should be committed - to an institution. The sooner this was over, the better. The next week passed quickly. I had to go back to Wedding Belles to confirm the fitting. It was snug and showed off every thing that I might wished to remain hidden. The fitter told me that was the instructions she'd received for the bridal party. I took it home and tried to forget it. On Thursday night before the wedding I shaved my entire body. I felt naked without my body hair. I refused to shave my pubic bush. That was sacrosanct. Jake had called me earlier in the week to say the wig and everything else I needed would be at the suite where the bridal party was getting dressed. All I was supposed to bring was my dress and arrive before 10 AM. A car arrived to take me to the hotel where the reception was being held so I didn't have to fret over transportation. I got there right on time, minus my enthusiasm. I felt like people were staring at me as I slunk to the bridesmaids' suite. I averted my eyes as much as possible. I was met at the door by somebody I'd not seen before. He held out his hand. "I'm Denise. I'm so glad you could come." Denise had his blonde hair up in curlers. "And the other member of the bridal party is Lissa." He waved me in. Lissa also had his hair up in curlers. They didn't have their dresses on yet; they were wearing slinky silk pajamas over their bras and panties. I hung my dress up in the closet. "What do I do now?" "These are for you," Denise said. She handed me some frilly white underthings - a matching bra and panties. "Try them on." Reluctantly I went into the bathroom and got undressed. The panties and bra fit perfectly. When I went back into the room I asked Denise how they got my measurements. "Probably got them from the dress store." He handed me champagne. "Here's to a fun day and an even better night." Lissa came over and stuffed some rubber forms into my bra. "You're a b- cup, honey," she said. "We can't show up the bride." That set the two of them to giggling. Shortly before noon a woman arrived and did my nails and make up. Shoes were brought out. They fit well enough, but I was a little unsteady. Luckily, they only had two-inch heels so if I moved slowly and carefully I wouldn't trip. Both of my peers commented on how hot I looked. I wasn't too comfortable with that kind of talk. "Here's your earrings," Lissa said. She handed me two gold hoops that were about two inches in diameter. I examined them. "How do I put these on? "I'll help. You really are a virgin." She took one of the earrings and brought it to my earlobe. "I don't see a piercing," she said. One look at my face and she exclaimed "You've never had your ears pierced?" I shook my head. "Nobody said anything about that." Denise came and stood beside Lissa. "That's a big problem. We have to match." She flicked one of the hoops she was wearing. "We'll have to pierce his ears." Lissa said. "I've got a sewing kit and some alcohol swabs. We can do it so he doesn't get an infection." She went to her suitcase and began rummaging through the contents. "Wait a minute," I said in a squeaky voice. "Why don't you just take yours off. Then we'll match." Denise draped a towel over my shoulders. "I'm afraid we can't do that. These earrings are the bride's gifts to her bridesmaids. They're gold. We can't just not wear them." She put a piece of ice against my earlobe and had me hold it there. "That's to numb you up. For the pain." Lissa was back, something sharp in her hands. "This will hurt, but a big strong man like you should be able to take it. We didn't whine when we had our ears pierced." "Or any other body part, right girlfriend?" Denise gave her buddy a leer. Lissa made sure she had my full attention. "This will bleed a bit. The towel should keep it from getting on your things. As soon as I pierce an ear, I'll be putting the post of the earring through it. That will hurt a little, too, since I don't have a regular piercing needle to help guide it through. It'll take a while before the bleeding stops. I have some medicine that will help with that, so it won't be too bloody. When you get home tonight, you can take the earrings off and the holes will close up in a few weeks. You'll want to clean the piercings with salt water until it heals. Easy peasy." She waited several minutes, then she rubbed my earlobe with a cotton ball that had been soaked in alcohol. She pressed the cork from a champagne bottle against the back. "Ready? On the count of three. One, two -" "Hey!" I said as my ear barked in distress, "You said on three. You did it on two." "I didn't want you to flinch away. Better to surprise you. That wasn't so bad, was it?" I scowled. "It still hurts." "I'm putting the post in now." I gritted my teeth while she worked the post through the new hole. "There. Now we let the bleeding stop and you'll be good as new." She proceeded to take care of my other ear. "Now nobody can tell us apart. We're sisters." I felt the weight of the hoops tugging at my earlobes. "Why do women wear these things?" I said. "It's sexy. Who knows how or why, but it is," Denise said. "You're with Natsha tonight. She'd agree with me. She appreciates sexy things. Watch out for her. She only has one thing in mind - sex. She'll ruin you and leave you crying at the altar." Again with the giggles. Jake finally came into our room. He was decked out from head to heels. It was an hour before the ceremony was to begin. There was a knock at the door. I answered it. It was a woman dressed in a tux. "Who are you?" I asked. I'm the groom. You're a cutie. I need to see Jaqueline." "Hi, baby. I'm here," Jake said. I moved to block Angelika. "You're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding." Lissa and Denise stepped forward and pulled me back from the door. Jake - sorry, Jacqueline, stood in the middle of the room. "Ready?" Angelika said. He nodded and hiked up the skirt of his wedding dress until it was above his waist. He had on a garter belt and stocking, but no panties. The bridesmaids came forward and Denise produced an electric trimmer. I was directed to take the hem of the dress and keep it up. Jacqueline had trimmed himself in the past and displayed only a landing strip about an inch wide and two inches in length. Angelika took the trimmer and began shaving Jake's pubic hair, continuing until it was completely removed. Lissa placed all the shaved hair into a small glass jar and sealed it. Then Angelika pulled a pair of white silk panties out of her pocket. She held them up for all of us to see. There were words written on the panties. The front said Mrs. Stanhope at last! And the back said It won't spank itself! Lissa helped Jake put on the panties. Jake seemed so pleased. "Thank you, dear. I swear I'll be the perfect wife." "I know you will, darling. See you in a little bit." Then Angelika left. "What was that all about?" I said to Lissa. "That was weird." "It's a tradition," she said. "Those of us who take service must shave off the remnants of our manhood. They're put in a special keepsake container so we can always remember that special moment. It's a sign of devotion." While we were talking, Denise helped Jake put on a garter. That at least was familiar. The bridesmaids did a final check in the mirror. The last thing they did was to help me put on my wig. Then we went downstairs to the chapel and waited for the ceremony to start. The bridesmaid escorts joined us. Natasha was a raven-haired beauty with a mischievous eye. "You look great, Sean. You're as pretty as they said you were. Did you like the panties and bra I picked out for you?" "You picked them out?" I said in surprise. "Of course. Each groomsman is responsible for her bridesmaids lingerie. I can't wait to see you in it later." She leered at me and I blushed. At that point the music began playing and one by one we started down the aisle. Natasha was conscious of my uncertainty in heels so she didn't rush me and kept an arm on me in case I fell. There were perhaps 40 people in the chapel, and I felt like they were all staring at me. Finally the wedding march began and Jake came down the aisle with his head held high and a gleam in his eyes. I stood and listened attentively. The ceremony was pretty standard. The vows were different. Jake promised obedience, total dedication, and gave his body to Angelika for her exclusive use. Angelika promised to guide and discipline her wife and provide for Jaqueline such that he would never want again. The maid of honor handed Angelika a ring. I was shocked when Jake hiked up his dress in front of everyone. Angelika reached into his panties, pulled his penis into view, and snapped the ring around it just behind the head. I heard it click shut as it was fitted into place. It glittered for a moment before Angelika pushed Jake's penis back into his panties. Then Angelika was told to kiss the bride and it was finished. I zoned out at that point. Apparently, there were photos and handfuls of rice and an escape into a limo that had room for the whole bridal party. It was just a blur. We drank champagne and everyone seemed in high spirits. I didn't say anything. Natasha squeezed my knee. "Everything will be fine. You'll have fun at the reception. I hope you like to dance." Normally I did, but I'd make a fool of myself in heels and a dress. There was a reception line. I had to smile through a lot of sweaty- handed guests. My name somehow got transformed into Shawna, so I ended up stuck with that for the rest of the evening. One thing I did learn was that Denise and Lissa were married to their escorts. They both seemed positively giddy. At one point Lissa leaned over to me and whispered "I'm getting lucky tonight." She already had too much alcohol and kept rubbing my shoulders. I was seated at the head table next to Natasha. She made small talk but I responded with as few words as possible. I could feel her knee pressing against mine under the table. I pushed it away several times but somehow it always found its way back. Finally, I said "Do you have a thing for my leg? You keep rubbing up against it." "They're nice legs. Does that bother you?" she said. "It does. I don't know how to read signals here in upside down world. People warned me about you." "What did they say," she said, blasting me with a smile so bright I needed sun glasses. "They said you're just trying to get into my pants." "Well, it's your panties, and they're right. Don't tell me you aren't hoping for a tumble after we're done with all this? I promise you - none of my dates has ever gone away dissatisfied." I didn't know how to respond to that so I drained my champagne glass. It was my third glass. The whole role reversal thing had me a little confused. What was the proper etiquette for a hook up when you're the one wearing the dress? "Do you want me to get you a drink from the bar?" I shrugged. "Surprise me." She returned with something dark in a tumbler. I took a hesitant sip. "This is just coke," I said. "That's right. I don't want you accusing me of taking advantage of you while you were inebriated when we have awesome sex later." I left and got my own drink - bourbon. Denise was at the bar getting drinks for her husband. I drifted over to her and asked a question that had been bugging me for a while. "So tell me, Denise, I'm not sure about what's going on at this wedding. Everybody seems to be very accepting of the gender swap that's on display. Is that normal?" "You're a silly boy," she said, chuckling. "We're all FLR here." "FLR? What's that." "It's Female Led Relationship. It's a realization backed up by a lot of evidence that the female is superior to the male, and that superiority should be reflected in the marriage arrangements. Just because we've gotten it backwards in society doesn't mean we have to be bound by it. There are different flavors. Some insist the male completely accept what people used to call the female role in life, clothes and all. Angelika and Jaqueline are an example of that. Lissa and I are in that kind of FLR. Others don't take it that far. If you look around, the men dressed in more traditional clothing might be in the other version of an FLR. We all get along, accepting that our differences are less important than the many things we agree about." "And you agree with it?" "Listen, Sean, it's the most comfortable relationship I've ever been in in my life. I don't have to go around in a testosterone fueled rage trying to dominate everyone. It feels good to be the subordinate member of the couple. It feels natural. I like knowing that somebody is taking care of me. You should try it." "Probably not," I said. "Which flavor is Natasha?" "She's a traditionalist. Wants a wife that's a wife." I headed back to the table. At least Natasha stopped pressing on me. Dinner was as good as these things can be. I had roast beef. Toasts were made, and a constant drum beat of spoons on glasses ensured that the bride and groom were always kissing. From what I could see, Jake was happy with that. I drank my bourbon and got a second. I was feeling mildly buzzed, which made things a little easier to play along with. I shouldn't have been surprised when they did the flower and garter trick. They called up all the single guys, and Lissa made sure I couldn't duck out. There were three of us. I was the only one in a gown. When the bouquet was thrown it smacked me right in the face and I instinctively grabbed it. Everyone cheered. I felt resigned to another humiliation. What the hell, it was only one night, right? I could always have another drink. Then the groom removed Jake's garter and called out all the single ladies. The only one that lined up was Natasha. I began to suspect this was all a set up. Once Natasha had the garter, I was escorted to a chair in the middle of the room and seated. Then Natasha knelt in front of me with a look that oozed challenge, "Raise your skirt," Lissa shouted from the ring of spectators. Reluctantly I lifted the hem until it was at my knees. "Coward," Natasha whispered. I smiled and nodded. To the music of The Stripper, Natasha slipped the garter up over my shoe and began sliding it up my leg. She halted just below my knee. "Ready?" she said. "Do you worst," I answered. She wasn't going to get me to back down. With a certain hypnotic slowness, she slid the garter under my skirt and up my leg. She guided it farther up my leg than seemed appropriate, then kept her hands on my thighs next to it. She had reached up far enough under my dress that it was forced further up my leg, revealing a lot more flesh than I intended. I gritted my teeth and kept a smile planted on my face for the audience. They began to clap rhythmically. "Go go go," they chanted. Natasha tilted her head. "Are you man enough?" she said. "Are you?" I answered "Oh Shawna, for you I am." Her hands left the garter and slid between my thighs, caressing the front of my panties. I couldn't help it. I got a raging erection. Natasha smiled. "You likey likey?" "When a beautiful woman starts playing with my cock, you're damn right I likey likey,' I said somewhat breathily. She slid her hands inside my panties and began to stroke the shaft. I gasped. "Isn't this a little forward, even for this situation." I was almost too excited to be embarrassed. Involuntarily my legs opened wider. "This crew? Later on Lissa is going to be screwed right on the head table by her husband. No one will bat an eyelid. I can stroke you to orgasm and people might applaud your willingness to participate on a first date, or they might ignore it completely. What do you want, Shawna?" I felt my heart beginning to beat more rapidly. I knew what I wanted, but this wasn't the place nor the time. "What I want is not to make a mess in my panties. Can I have a rain check?" A small groan escaped my lips as little tingles of pleasure began to grow. Natasha withdrew her hand. "What the lady wants, the lady gets." I pushed my dress down, wondering just a little if I should have let her continue. "You're suddenly a gentleman?" I said. "For you. Just for you, darling." She stood up and wandered off to talk with some of her friends. My eyes narrowed just a little. I was going to fuck her lights out later. I headed to the bar and got a glass of wine. I didn't want to get sloppy drunk. I wanted to be reasonably sober when it came time for sex. She had a memorable body, and I wanted to remember it. Dancing began shortly after. I slid out of my heels so I could enjoy the music. I was surprised when Denise immediately asked me to dance. It was a slow dance, and despite feeling a little uncomfortable, we danced with our arms around each other. "I heard Lissa is getting lucky later tonight. Right up on the head table," I said. "No doubt. He's quite the slut when it comes to sex. With his husband only, of course." That's another thing,' I said. "I don't get the pronouns. Sometimes you use her and sometimes him, she and sometimes he." "Well, when we're with our husbands or any other woman, we address ourselves in the feminine. When we're with our boyfriends, like when I'm with Lissa or from now on Jake, we use male pronouns. It's completely situational. We know we're men. The pronouns are more a role designator." "Boyfriends?" Denise laughed. "Not that. Bros, buddies, you know. I wouldn't think of giving myself to anyone but my husband. We're all in. That's the way FLR's work." "It's the same for your partners?" "Our partners are fully committed to keeping us safe and secure, providing for our wants. If they decide to dally with somebody of their own gender, that's perfectly fine. That's the prerogative of the one in the superior role. Now, they'd never have a relationship with another woman's wife. That doesn't happen. But if they could find a willing FLR guy who wasn't attached, there's nothing to say they couldn't take a mistress. I know I'd be jealous, but it would be Felicia's right." "Huh," I said. This was a game stacked in one side's favor, that's for sure. "Which means, you are going to be in real demand tonight. You can expect a steady stream of suitors. You're perfect mistress material. Anyway, the song's ending. Enjoy the rest of the reception. I'll be leaving early. Thanks for helping Jacqueline out." "Why are you leaving?" Denise rolled her eyes. "Why do you think? Lissa isn't the only one getting lucky tonight. My hubby and I just don't like to do it in public. I'll say one thing. Maybe it's the whole FLR arrangement, but it's the best sex I've ever had in my life. I'm addicted to it. Felicia makes sure I'm satisfied. Happy wife, happy life." Denise was right about my popularity. I had a full dance card. It seemed every woman in the place was making a play for me. I heard some pretty filthy propositions. And everybody seemed to think my ass was the place for them to put their paws. It was tiring, and a little frightening. The only opportunity I had to relax was when Natasha danced with me. She was safe and gentle, and respectful. I began to look forward to our dances. By the time two hours had passed, we were dancing exclusively together. She had these bottomless green eyes that I would find myself drowning in. I couldn't take my eyes off of her face, and she seemed to be as entranced with me as I was with her. I felt like I was floating in a cotton ball atmosphere, anchored to the most real thing in the universe. I was constantly erect, and I'm sure she could feel it through my dress when I pressed against her legs. At some point we started kissing, and after that the whole world was centered in her. She was panting when she said "Do you want to get out of here, Shawna?" "Where?" I said. "My place." "What took you so long," I answered. "I've been waiting for an hour for you to ask me." We made our goodbyes. Most of the guests had already left. I heard some grunting and spied Lissa on her back on the head table, her husband straddling her and riding up and down on her cock. Really, she was a slut like Denise said. Natasha came to my side as I was watching Lissa across the room. "They scare me sometimes. They don't understand boundaries. Poor Lissa." "What do you mean?" "Lissa has surgery in a couple weeks. She's getting an orchiectomy." When she saw my blank stare, she said "They're removing her testicles." "What?" I said, shocked. "It's the form of birth control they've decided to pursue. Lissa will still have orgasms, but they'll most likely be dry. Like I said, they go to far. It was fine when Lissa got a boob job. Many subs in an FLR do that. It's a recognition of their role, and a demonstration of their love. But agreeing to mutilate your privates? I would never want that to happen to my wife." I hadn't known that Lissa had had breast augmentation. I wondered if Denise had done it also. They seemed to be pretty close. "Well, that's reassuring," I said. "So if I go to your place nobody is going to come at me with a pair of scissors? Snip snip. Let's go." Natasha was driving a Lexus. I settled into the front seat beside her. She drove us out onto the interstate. "How far are we going?" I said. "Twenty minutes. I live out in the country. I like my privacy. Lots of FLR's do. It avoids a lot of questions and people sticking their nose in where they don't belong." We rode in silence for a few minutes. She turned on the radio and dialed up a playlist. Soft, sleek, sexy jazz filled the interior. A saxophone pulled at my heart. "I think you're a beautiful man, Shawna," she said. "Not exactly what I usually get from members of the opposite sex. Beautiful?" "Since the first moment I saw you I knew you were something special. I've not been able to keep my eyes off of you. You were the center of attraction. Jaqueline was a little unhappy by the attention you were getting. She was probably regretting asking you to be one of her bridesmaids. You're magnetic in an understated manner. Quietly impressive. I usually don't make this kind of connection. Dancing with you was a whole new level of together. That's not me. I'm a one and doner." "Ah, thanks, I think? You're attractive, too." Natasha smiled. "I know." "And a little stuck on herself?" I said. "Confident. A lot of men are afraid of confident women. You're not. That's important to me." "Why should I be afraid of confident women. I find it sexy." "Good." She took an exit ramp and after a few stretches of lightly traveled road we pulled onto a driveway that led back through the trees. The house was a surprise. It was a large Spanish ranch with stucco walls and red tiles on the roof. A circular driveway curved around a fountain. We pulled into a garage that could have held 4 cars. "Home," she announced and shut the car off. She got out and opened my door for me. I gave her a raised eyebrow and she shrugged. I navigated into the kitchen on my heels, then bent over and took them off. "I don't really like wearing these things," I said. She indicated another room. "I'll be right in." There was an impressive 70-inch TV and a leather couch that was a work of art. An abstract painting hung on one wall. I stood in front of it and tried to tease meaning out of it. "Do you like modern art?" she said, appearing at my side. She handed me a flute of champagne. "I don't understand it." I said, taking a sip. "I'll teach you, if you'd like." She picked up a remote and the lights dimmed and the same sultry jazz that she'd played in the car came at me from all four walls and caressed my body. "No foreplay?" I said. "Shawna, I can't speak for you, but the whole night has been foreplay. I can't think straight, the anticipation is so intense. Maybe after we've had sex I'll be able to clear the cobwebs out of my eyes." She took me by the hand and began to lead me to the couch. I stopped. "Don't you have a bedroom? I think we're going to need a lot more space." "I told you you were special," she said, and whisked me down a hall and into the biggest bedroom I'd ever seen, with a bed twice the size of king. She turned the lights to low and invited in the music with another control. She went to the foot of the bed and began undressing. I reached for the zipper that ran down one side of my gown. "Leave it on," she said. I hesitated. "Please. We'll get you out of it later, but I want to start this way." By that time she was nude and all objections I might have had unknotted themselves. If there was such a thing as ideal beauty, this was it. Everything in balance, everything the right size, the right curves, the right shapes. No wonder she was confident. "Do you enjoy oral sex?" she said. "Does spaghetti go with marinara?" I answered. "I love it. Most women are so hesitant to perform it. That's what I heard anyway," I finished lamely. She laughed, a sound like a harp being played. "Not on you, by you. On me. Have you ever given a woman an orgasm with your tongue?" "I..I..no. I wouldn't know what to do. I'd probably frustrate you and feel like a fool because of it." "I'm an excellent teacher. Let me guide you." She laid back on the bed, her hips at the edge. "Get down on your knees here between my legs, on the rug." I hesitated. "Do you trust me?" she said. I nodded and knelt where she'd pointed. She pulled my head close into her thighs and positioned me where she wanted me. "Lick me lightly with your tongue." I did as she directed. "You're really wet down there. Is that a problem?" "That just means I'm turned on, Shawna. See how you affect me? Now use your tongue to trace the geography of my flesh. Feel the folds, the ridges and valleys. Be gentle. You're not excavating for gold." She propped herself up on her forearms. "I want you to keep your eyes on my face the whole time," she said. "That way you can gage how you're doing and adjust your technique." She was right. She gave great instructions. And I was turned on, my cock straining against my panties. "You're doing really well, Shawna. If you want, you can touch yourself. But don't bring yourself to orgasm. Let's save that for later. When you're giving a woman an oral orgasm, you must never cum before she does. It's simple curtesy." I pulled my dress up so I could get to my panties. I slid a hand in and slowly stroked myself. It was astonishing, giving her pleasure with my mouth and teasing myself with my hand. Five minutes after I'd started, her hips began to buck and squeeze my face. "Oh god, oh god, oh god. Shawna, holy shit, don't stop. Faster. Push harder. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Shawna ?" Her whole body spasmed. Her eyes were closed and her mouth kept opening and closing but no words came out. Once, twice, six times her hips quaked. I could feel her pussy throbbing and opening in response to my tongue. I pushed deep into her opening. I licked and probed and tasted the intimate perfume of her orgasm. She ended with a long, low moan. She tapped me on the head and fell back on the bed. I pulled away. I lay down beside her on the bed. My panties were wet from all the precum I'd leaked. Her voice was husky and low and I had to strain to hear her. "I think you're a liar, missy. You're no novice. And you kept your eyes on me the whole time. So many forget to worship with their eyes as well as their tongue. That was...that was the best oral sex I've ever had. I'm still tingling inside. I already want to do it again." "If you want," I said. "I enjoyed it." "We have all night, babe. I think we should see if we can make you happy." I didn't argue. "Should I get undressed?" I asked. "Not yet." She positioned me at the edge of the bed, then got on her knees in front of me. We were essentially switching positions. "I want the pleasure of undressing you, bit by tiny bit." She slowly pulled the hem of my gown up. When it was above my waist, she handed it to me. "Your job is to hold this," she said with a wicked laugh. Then she slowly slid my panties below my knees. Then she unhooked the snaps on my garters and pulled my stockings down. "Your so smooth," she purred, rubbing my thighs and belly. "So taut. You're even more beautiful than I thought." She took my penis in her mouth and began to tease it with her tongue. "Are you supposed to keep your eyes on my face?" I asked. She laughed. "No. I focus on the job at hand. Only one person in the relationship is supposed to make eye contact." "Which one?" "Why the prettiest one, of course, and that's you, you cutey. Now stop talking and let your body respond." I'm sure I made all kinds or ridiculous noises, but I didn't hear myself. All I felt was the growing wave of pleasure that picked me up and knocked me off my feet. I didn't last more than 60 seconds. When I was done ejaculating, she stood up and kissed me. Her tongue probed into my mouth, and when I opened to give her freer access, she let the sperm I'd shot into her spill into me. I was surprised, but didn't stop her. "I didn't expect you to cum so soon. I hardly had to do any work at all," she said. "How long has it been since you had sex?" I pointed at my mouth. "Can't talk because you have a mouthful of cum?" I nodded. "Then you should swallow. Your sperm is your own special treasure, the bounty of your male body. It belongs to you, and you should be the one to keep it." I gritted my teeth, then swallowed. It wasn't so bad. The aftertaste was strong, but not unpleasant. "Six months." I said when I could talk. "Since I last had sex." "Oh, poor baby. That's so sad. Someone like you should be orgasming at least four times a week, if for no reason but your health. Don't you masturbate?" I hung my head. "Too much. I've been trying to stop. It's been a month now." "Among FLR couples, the wife doesn't masturbate She saves herself for the husband. He's the key to her lock. It makes sex more meaningful. You're already half way there." We talked for an hour. I told her about my past, my likes, my dreams. She returned my openness with secrets and confidences. During one of the silences when we just stared into each other's eves, I asked her if I could get out of my clothes now and she said yes. "I'll be glad to be rid of these earrings,' I remarked. "What does that mean?" I told her the story of getting my ears pierced. "You're very brave," she said. "It would be a sin to go through that and then just throw it away. Who knows when you'll need pierced ears again? Anyway, plenty of men, athletes especially, wear earrings. A simple diamond stud through the ear makes them stand out. I don't think you should throw away this opportunity." She went to her dresser and returned with two earrings. "These have gold posts and are subtle. Just a tiny little sapphire to show you're pierced." She held them up against my face. "Blue is a good color for you. What do you think?" I resisted, but she made it sound so rational that I finally said yes. It wasn't comfortable to have the hoops taken out and the sapphire studs put in their place, but I bore the pain without too much distress. "There. You look wonderful. I'm so glad you agreed to keep your piercings." I stripped out of my clothes, then realized I was in a ridiculous position. "I'm a little cold and feeling exposed. You may be enjoying the view," I said in response to her smile, "but I'm not. Do you have anything I can wear? She went to a closet and returned with shimmering satin baby doll and a pair of side tie panties. "That's all you have?" I said. "Are you sure you want to give me something of yours that so intimate?" "Oh, I don't wear things like that. Somebody left them here and they seemed like a fit for you." I felt stupid but she praised and petted me so I didn't feel right objecting. Then she guided me back down between her legs and I brought her to orgasm again. I remembered to keep eye contact. Natasha couldn't get enough of me. I did it five times that night. Every time seemed to shake her tree. She swore I was getting better and better. I did finally penetrate her and have normal sex. Essentially, we spent the entire night having sex. It was the best night of my life. Nothing else had even come close, apologies to Heather Houseman in the 10th grade. We fell into an exhausted sleep and when I awoke, the clock on the bedstand said 1030. I found towels and the shower and cleaned myself up. There was nothing else for me to wear so I put on the panties and the baby doll. I could hear Natasha moving around in another part of the house so I wandered around until I found her. "Good morning, Natasha," I said. "Look at you, babe. All sexy and everything. Are you trying to make me late for my meeting?" I blushed of course. "I'll need a ride home," I said. "Best that you call an uber. I have to run. There's coffee in the pot and help yourself to whatever's in the fridge." "What'll I wear?" I said in alarm. "I don't have anything but the dress I came in." "And you certainly did cum," Natasha laughed. "I have a sweat suit you can borrow. I'll throw it on the bed before I leave." I filled a cup and took a seat at the counter. I couldn't help but smile. Last night the only thing she could find for me to wear was exotic lingerie. This morning she suddenly produces a sweat suit. I'd have to watch out for this one. Natasha seemed lost in her own thoughts so I didn't interrupt her. "I hope you had a good time," she said, breaking the silence. "I did." "Me, too. A little weird, but nice." "I'm glad Lissa and Denise set this up. They're always trying to arrange blind dates for me. Most of them are a bust so I usually beg out of them. Couldn't do that at a wedding, though. I'm happy I didn't." "Lissa and Denise? Jack..Jacqueline called me and said one of bridesmaids had to drop out at the last minute." Natasha laughed. "Well, I guess that's half true. Lissa and Denise heard Jacqueline going on about you and I suppose they did a little snooping. I guess they liked what they saw. They talked the third bridesmaid into dropping out, brought Jacqueline into the cabal, and here you are. Like I said, they're trying to get me to settle down. Looking for the perfect wife for me." "Oh," I said. And stared into my coffee cup. I'd been tricked into coming to the wedding. I didn't appreciate that. People were always taking advantage of my trusting nature. "Anyway, it was a blast. Maybe we'll see each other sometime? Let me have your phone number." I did, but without much enthusiasm. I'd been warned that Natasha was a panther on the prowl for sex. That was true. But how could I complain? She'd been wonderful in bed. I was lucky to have been given the chance to be with her. After Natasha left, I went through the fridge. Figured I might as well end this with a good meal. I made eggs, steak, and home fires. It put the exclamation point on the last 24 hours. I briefly considered just leaving the dishes in the sink, but I couldn't do that. I wasn't that kind of person. I changed into the sweat suit she'd laid out. We were generally the same size; barefoot I might even have been an inch shorter than she was. I was stuck wearing the panties from yesterday, but I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing them. I cleaned up the kitchen, changed the sheets, made the bed, and straightened up around the house. I considered doing a load of laundry but maybe that was going a little too far. I put my wedding clothes into a paper bag, called an uber, and was out the door by noon. I left a note thanking her for an evening I'd never forget. I got back to my apartment and flopped on the couch. I was a little depressed. Natasha had brushed me off without any signs of regret. Just another one-night stand. I'd really liked her. She was funny, smart, a little wicked, supremely confident, beautiful, and a tiger between the sheets. It made sense that she'd sent me off with a kiss on the cheek ? I was none of those things. Why was I selling myself short? I was certainly smart enough, and children didn't run away screaming when they looked at. Someday I'd meet a woman and things would click for the both of us. Last night had been special, an experience like I'd never had before and never would again. Oddly kinky and satisfying, in an embarrassing sort of way. One for the record books. And the next time I talked to Jacqueline...Jack...I'd have some choice words for him. I went into the bathroom to wash my piercings in salt water. I stood staring at them in the mirror. Why was I keeping these things? How would I explain it at work on Monday? It was pointless. Better just to take them out. I was just about to remove the first one when the doorbell rang. When I got to the door, a delivery truck was driving away. There was a stack of boxes on the porch. One was done up in silver wrapping paper with a big blue bow. A note said "open me last." I carried everything into my living room. Three identical boxes yielded a dozen long stem red roses in each. Thirty-six roses. I'd never gotten flowers in my life. It was a bit unsettling, and a bit thrilling. I doubted I even had a vase. Next, I opened an envelope that had a card inside. There was hand-written note. The penmanship was a work of art. Dearest Sean, it read. I wanted to let you know how truly wonderful it was to spend an evening with you. I've never had such a powerful and immediate connection to anyone before. If you're willing, I'd like to take you out tomorrow. I'm on the board of the art museum and I pulled some strings to get us a personal tour of their modern art collection, conducted by Paul Riggs. He's a renowned authority on modern art. You said you didn't understand it. Paul will, I hope, provide you the insight you need to understand an artform that I truly love. We get to start the tour an hour before the museum opens to the public, so there'll be no one to disturb us. Afterwards, I've reserved a table at Le Couturier, a restaurant I've always enjoyed. Yes, I'm trying to impress you. You're someone I want to impress. If you accept my invitation, send a one-word text that says Yes to the number below. I'll finalize everything from there. I'll pick you at your place tomorrow at 1030. I hope you say yes. I want you to say yes. With my deepest affection ? Natasha. I was gob smacked. This was the kind of reaction I was hoping she'd have. My heart was racing. I grabbed my phone and immediately sent a text. I forwarded three words. YES YES YES. I sat for a minute, thinking about the date. It made my legs weak. I grabbed the last item ? the box with the blue bow. I opened it. Inside was a flower print sundress, a pair of sandals, a bra, panties, sunglasses, a straw hat, and a leather purse. I recognized some of the brands ? all high lux items. There was a note in the box. Wear these. What had I gotten myself into now?