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The Slippery Slope Well it was your typical slippery slope really. It was all Annie's fault. The tennis club's vicars and tarts party was coming round again and I was looking forward to seeing Annie and the other hot women dressed in slutty, sexy, revealing outfits. Each year, it was the cause of massive flirting, some questionable behaviour and even the odd separation and divorce. It usually takes some weeks or months for the ripples to subside after the party. This year was going to be different, as far as we were concerned, according to Annie. She said that she was fed up with getting all tarted up so that the same boring people could spend the evening letching and groping her. "It's not as if there are any decent hunks there to be letched by. It is just the same sad boring mob as always." "In what way is it going to be different then?" "I am going to be the vicar and you, Tom, are going to be the tart." Now I am up for as much fun as the next person, but dressing in drag was not one of my ideas of a fun evening. I supposed that I could have a few laughs hamming it up. I could take the rise out of the more uptight club members, but that was about the strength of it. The subject changed, the conversation moved on and I thought no more about it. Come Saturday, we did the shopping first thing then went to the tennis club for a couple of sets. We showered and changed in time for me to catch kick off at the rugby ground and for Annie to return to the shops. It was a good entertaining game and, after a couple of swift pints with my mates, I got home to Annie and dinner. When I got through the door Annie called me from the kitchen. "Right my young tart, time for you to start practicing." "Practicing what?" "Practicing walking." "I may have had a couple of pints, but I think I am still capable of walking. Look, I can even do it in a straight line with my eyes closed." "No, dick head, walking in heels. Unless you have some secrets you have not told me, you have no experience of walking in heels." "Why on earth would I want to walk in heels?" "Because, in three weeks time, you are going to be dressed in heels at a party where there will be much booze and dancing. I do not want you breaking your neck because you have had no practice." "Ah but I don't have any high heels." "Oh yes you do. These are yours, I bought them this afternoon." With that, she rummaged in a bag and produced a pair of what I now know are sandals with a 3" Italian heel and fine ankle strap in a burgundy leather. Then they were just scary shoes. "Get your shoes and socks of and put these short nylons on. You will then be able to fit the sandals." I was a bit in shock and did not protest. The nylon short stockings felt very different to my socks and the shoes were a shock. I am 5 foot 8 inches and with the shoes on I felt as though I was standing on tip toe. I towered over Annie's 5 foot 6. It was strange in the extreme, my balance was thrown forward and it felt as though half the shoe was missing. There was a sole but the upper was only thin straps. "Now do you understand why you need to practice?" "Why can't I wear flat shoes?" "When have you ever seen one of the tarts at the party who was not wearing high heels?" "Let's just forget it and go as normal." "No way, you are going to be the tart this year, I have done it too often." The argument went on for some time but I was rooted to the spot, worried about stumbling and falling. Eventually I gave in, as all surviving husbands do, and agreed to practice. At first Annie held my hand to steady me. I came close to damaging my ankle. Because there was no lateral support, it was all balance. After a while I managed to waddle along on my own, without support. After twenty minutes my ankles and calves were aching. "Ok, that's enough for today, you can take them off now." It was a massive relief to get the shoes off but the ankle tights were quite comfy. We had a long chat about this whole venture and what we were trying to achieve. Annie wanted me to try to be as convincing a tart as I could be. She wanted to stun the boring farts of the tennis club with our originality and panache. In the end she talked me round. I started to quite like the idea of shocking the membership and making a statement about how bold and original we were. We talked through what preparations we would need. Annie started to prepare a "to do" list. 1. Create a waistline. I am slim and fit but a corset was decided as the best option. One built into the outfit as a bustier, was considered best. 2. I needed hips and a bit more bum. Padded pants were the answer to that 3. I needed a bust. The bustier corset would give some impression but this one needed thought 4. I needed a hair style. My hair was fairly long. There were three options. A short female hair style, a wig or hair extensions. 5. I needed a good make up job and my eyebrows tidied. 6. I needed to grow and shape my toe and finger nails 7. I needed to sort out my hairiness 8. I needed tarty clothes "This is too much. It is going to cost an arm and a leg. It also sounds like a lot of effort just for a bit of fun winding up the tennis club bores." "Hold on a minute, I think we can do this for less than ?100 and it will be a hoot. I would like to give it a go and you would have a chance of looking over the fence and seeing how the better half live." We talked on for hours and, inevitably, Annie wore me down. We agreed to search for cheap and easy solutions. Thrift shops and the internet were going to be our source. Annie persuaded me that trendy young men were now wearing ear studs and if I got my ears pierced, then they would have healed sufficiently by the party, for me to wear dangly ear rings. Straight after work, the next day, my ears were duly punched. My mates were mixed in their reaction. Some had one ear pierced, some both and some neither. I was still concerned about the cost, so we had our first search on the internet. I was amazed that we could get a red and black basque in my size for only ?15. There was a pair of padded pants in my size for ?10. I was so surprised by the cost that I did not object when Annie ordered them. Over the next three days Annie had me wear my high heeled sandals for at least 30 minutes while we prepared our evening meal. It was still agony, but I was starting to get the hang of it. My posture was improving and I was managing to be more upright. When I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I could see that the shoes changed the shape of my bum. It stuck out more and was more rounded when I wore the shoes, interesting. Annie had become noticeably more touchy feely. Every time she passed she would give my bum a stroke or a squeeze. Sex was becoming a little more energetic. When the basque and the padded pants arrived, Annie immediately got me to try them on. The basque was made of cheap material and was very scratchy. To protect my skin, Annie gave me one of her camisoles to wear under it. The silkiness was nice on my skin. Annie then started to work on the laces. She had me hang onto the door frame while she tugged and tightened. It was agony, I could not breath. My bottom ribs were being crushed and my stomach was uncomfortably constricted. I am already slim, but my waist reduced by three inches. Ever since I have known Annie she has played with my nipples. She suckles on them often and is forever massaging them. As a result, my nipples have become more and more sensitive. Annie can bring me close to orgasm just with playing with and suckling on my nipples. One interesting side effect is that my nipples have gradually grown in size as well as sensitivity. The scratchiness of the corset, without the camisole was quite unpleasant. The corset pushed what little flesh I had on my chest up into the bra cups, giving me the impression of tiny boobs but with full sized nipples that stiffened with any stimulation. For the first time I tried the heels on without trousers. My legs were a revelation. They actually looked good. The padded pants were awful, a total waste of ?10. Annie said that I should spend at least three hours each evening in the corset so that my body could adjust. So now the routine when I got home was to get undressed, put on a camisole and get laced in to the corset. I then put on some tights to keep warm and my high heeled shoes. Chapter 2 By the end of the week I was getting more comfortable in the corset and the shoes were becoming second nature. Time spent in my strange outfit was longer each day. The weird clothing and odd shoes were making me much more aware of my body. I was thinking about sex much more of the time and Annie was getting a permanent smile on her face with the amount of sex she was getting. Annie was becoming more the initiator and aggressor in our sex. It was strangely different, I was starting to feel like a sex object. It was rather fun. Annie's next brain wave was using a couple of chicken fillet bra fillers in the bottom of the basque's cups and pulling up what little flesh I had above them. It was not satisfactory, but it gave the impression of a small amount of cleavage but the bra cups were still looking empty, apart from the nipples. Each day Annie was tightening the laces and my waist was getting smaller. We had ten days left before the party and we needed to sort out our outfits. The charity shops beckoned. We needed a dark suit for Annie and a black shirt. The suit was easy, it would take a lot of adjusting but it could be perfect. In the end we bought a new shirt in TKMax for next to nothing. My outfit was more problematic. In the end we decided to get a better quality Basque with a slight flare over the hips. It was ?35, but the material was comfortable next to the skin. The waist was very slim but my efforts with the corset were getting me close. The Basque was black with little red ribbons, so we found a short red skater skirt that matched the ribbons. We also purchased a pair of black panties with red trim. Black stockings and long black gloves completed the outfit. The costs for this bit of fun were building, but they had not got silly. When we got home, I tried the new Basque with chicken fillets, and stockings plus my new black panties. The Basque would not quite do up, my meat and two veg dangled in my panties and my hairy legs made the stockings look silly. The skater skirt looked good and the shape of my legs was encouraging. My next treat was when Annie appeared in a Basque matching mine, except hers was red with black trim and a red thong. Any further practice with my movement voice and gestures was instantly forgotten and an exhausting evening was had by all. I had noticed that since I had started wearing the corset and tights or stockings in the evenings along with the heels, Annie had become much more open with me about what she was feeling and thinking. She was also starting to tell me what she wanted and how, when we were having sex. In the morning Annie raised the question of my dangly bits and went on line and ordered a thing called a gaff. Little did I know what that meant. Annie started work on her outfit. She took in the waist and legs of the trousers so that they fitted snug round the waist and bum. The trouser length was such that, if she wore 5" heels, the trouser cuffs were an inch off the ground. The effect was stunning, legs that went on for ever. The suit jacket fitted fairly snugly round her boobs but she put darts into the jacket and made it narrow in the waist and flaring out over her hips. It looked as sexy as hell. We did not get much more done that evening after I had stripped her out of her sexy suit. Annie started discussing hair styles the next day. My hair is longish for a guy and thick. Annie likes it and always makes me use good shampoos and conditioner. She said that wigs looked false unless they were very expensive so they were not an option. She thought that hair extensions would still need styling and thus the cost would be high. She then started showing me women's styles for short hair. She even found a programme where she could upload a photo of me and try different styles. I was not at all keen. Everything we had done so far would not show when I was out with my mates. Eventually Annie came up with a style that with a bit moose and a little work, would look female sexy and brushed differently it could look like a trendy man's cut. I quite liked it. Saturday saw me at the hair stylist, though I was less keen to meet up with my rugby watching mates afterwards. It took a lot of taming before it looked at all butch, especially with the highlights. On Saturday the gaff arrived. Had I known what torture I would have run away screaming. The gaff was like a constricting pair of knickers. Your balls were squeezed back up into the cavities from which they had descended and your old man is tucked back between your legs. It was agony but when I put the Basque on and then my black knickers there was no sign of my meat and two veg. It was a female line. Annie had only got me to agree to the agony by promising to blow my pain away. She was as good as her word and it was the best she had ever done. She made good the promise each day as I put on the gaff. I did not tell her that after a few days, it had become less and less painful. Annie had started to play with my rose bud when she was blowing me. At first I was taken aback but it was the discovery of a new erogenous zone for me. I looked forward to the bit of playtime each day. When I decided to reciprocate with Annie she made her pleasure clear. This whole exercise was opening up a whole new world of experience. The tennis was being overtaken as our way of staying fit. We had a week left to go and I was comfortable wearing the Basque and high heels around the house. We had been practicing with Annie doing male vicar talk and me sexy young vixen talk. We could only do it so long before falling about laughing. I was having great fun being seduced by my sexy vicar. Both Annie and I were disappointed with the flat chested look that I had. We decided to go for broke and get good breast forms. We had invested so much time and effort already that we did not want to spoil the result now. Annie ordered good quality c cup forms. They arrived with surgical adhesive that would fix them securely. When we tried them, they filled the Basque's cups beautifully, with the nipple just about visible at the top of the cup. The skin tone match was good but you could just see the edge of the breast form. Annie came up with the solution. I got a very sheer blouse to wear over the Basque. It gave the impression of still exposing my breasts but was sufficient to hide the join. That night Annie had her wicked way with me whilst I was still wearing the breast forms. I had not been aware of the lack of breast, before, but with the forms filling out the Basque it somehow felt right. When I saw myself in the mirror, I saw a sexy woman. The only disappointment was the fact that I had now lost the fun of my sensitive nipples. All this time Annie had been getting me to moisturise and use good shampoo and conditioner on my hair. Over the last few days I had worn lipstick and mascara in the evenings. A couple of days before the party Annie painted my finger and toe nails. I don't have large hands or feet and the difference was remarkable. They looked very feminine. Annie had been more and more open with me about what she was feeling and thinking. When she wasn't petting me, she was treating me like her best female friend. It was enlightening. She surprised me by asking if we could indulge in lesbian sex for the night. I agreed and had a very instructive evening being guided what to do. Annie clearly loved every second of it. Afterwards she admitted to me that she had had a lesbian period at school and university. She had thought that all that was behind her, but my appearance as an increasingly sexy female, had made her want to scratch an old itch. I was surprised, but I had thoroughly enjoyed a different experience. Chapter 3 The night before the party, we had a dress rehearsal. The gaff was on and the breast forms attached. They would not come off now till after the party. I had shaved arms, legs, pits and my, thankfully light beard. When I dressed and put on the sheer dark stockings, they felt wonderful. Annie did my make up so that it was sexy and sultry. I found the false eye lashes difficult to get used to and the dangly ear rings felt heavy on my ear lobes. Even though my adam's apple does not stick out at all, we decided on a choker neck band. Once rings and bangles had been added the effect was stunning. I was a statuesque, sex goddess. Annie had a wicked grin on her face when she appeared with a bracelet that she said was for my ankle. The chain had two letters dangling from it, H W. I had no idea what it was, Annie said that it was a fashion accessory. I was astounded at the fact that I looked, not only female, but sexy as well. Just looking at myself, was turning me on. It was clear from the look in Annie's eye that she was very turned on as well. I am slim built, but not overly skinny. I looked like an athletic fit woman. Slim hipped and strong built. I would never have thought my face to be pretty, but it was striking. It would take a confident man to take this woman on. "What do you think Tom?" "Wow, I thought that we might get away with me looking just about passable, but this is a bit scary." "Well you certainly look better than passable. Have you ever tried dressing as a woman before?" "No, well other than dressing up as a dame for the youth club pantomime, but that was being done for laughs." "How does it feel to look like a sexually attractive woman?" "A bit worrying and un nerving." "Did you ever experiment sexually with boys or men?" "That is a hell of a thing to ask. No I never did." "Did you ever want to?" "Not that I can remember." "Did it ever cross your mind?" "Of course, every boy thinks about his sexuality when he grows up." "Looking at yourself now, how would you feel if a hunky man made a pass at you?" "I don't know. I think I might be flattered, and confused. I would not know how to respond. If I got angry, I would blow the image that we have worked so hard to create. I really do not know. How would you feel if a man came on to me?" "Really, really turned on. If I saw you in a clinch with a man, I think I would have to go and lie down afterwards. I don't understand why, but I find the idea of you being kissed by a man, really exciting." "I'm afraid that you are in for a disappointment, because that is not going to happen." "Spoilsport, just wait and see." It was great to get the gaff off and show Annie what my sexual preferences were all about. It was well into the night before we fell deeply asleep with big smiles on our faces. The next day was D day. D stood for did I know what I had let myself in for. I had been wearing the forms all the previous day and I was used to the weight and balance. We slobbed around all the day, playing with each other. By the time we were ready to go out in the evening, we were pretty horny. Annie looked so damn sexy in her vicar's outfit that I could have taken her on the spot. Annie drove to the hotel where the party was being held because we did not want to risk being stopped by the police. We arrived when the party was in full swing. There were well over a hundred guests, of which, less than half were tennis club members. By far the majority had made at least some effort to go with the vicar and tart theme. A few had cross dressed, but, as far as I could see, only a couple of other men had made a real effort for authenticity. We went straight to the bar and I had wine and Annie had a whisky and ginger ale. She thought that it was a vicar's sort of drink. We, almost immediately, bumped into old friends and playing partners. Jenny was quick to recognise me, but John took ages trying to work out who I was. He had been talking to my nipples for several minutes before he twigged. He then went as red as a beetroot whilst the three of us took the mick out of him. While we chatted, I started to relax. Very soon the club chairman came over wanting to know who the young lady was and did she play tennis. I introduced myself as a friend of Annie's who had moved into the area and was looking for a club to join. The chairman was very keen to welcome me into the club. All the while he seemed mesmerised by my nipples. I made a big show of thanking him, giving him a hug and kissing him on the cheek. The close proximity of my nipples and the sexy hug were giving him distinct problems in the trouser area. One or two of the women and one of the men, realised who I was straight away. It was fun chatting with the women who treated me as one of their own, insisting that I used the ladies with them. When I returned from the ladies, Annie was nowhere to be seen. I went to look for her and was intercepted by Rick, our only openly gay member of the club. "My god but you look absolutely gorgeous. I always knew you were a looker, but I did not know that you swung this way as well. Let me lead you to the dance floor so that we can discuss your fabulous outfit." He was standing very, very close to me and had me trapped against the wall. Even with my heels, he was bigger and taller than me. I felt threatened in a way that was unusual for me. He was a nice guy, but I was not into gay men. It took a while but I eventually extricated myself, without hurting his feelings. I even gave him a peck on the cheek to show that I still valued our friendship. Interestingly, he was the first male that had looked deep into my eyes and not at my boobs. His attention had been a bit unsettling. I saw Annie deep in conversation with a very attractive lady/tart who I did not know. Annie introduced me to Jackie, who seemed very surprised that I was Annie's husband and even more surprised that she had a husband. Jackie departed in a little confusion. When I questioned Annie about what she had been doing, she answered, with a twinkle in her eye that she was merely looking after her flock. We had agreed that, tonight, we would both be free to flirt and cause mayhem, but we would obviously be going home together. I was a little taken aback that Annie's first bit of flirting had been with a woman. We had another drink and a couple of dances. I told Annie about Rick's approach and her response was to say that I should at least have had a dance with him. We joined up with other female friends from the club and there was much discussion as to who had the tartiest outfits. The general consensus was that it was me. Two of the girls dragged me off onto the dance floor and I must say that we were having fun being outrageous. I saw Annie dancing with the same young lady that I had seen her with before and they danced over and joined our little group. We had a couple more drinks and more dances and my companions were being picked off by men. Soon I had a large, well put together man asking me to dance. What the hell, why not. I was managing to jig about well in my high heels until it came to a slow dance. Before I could react, my partner had gathered me in his arms and we were doing a quick step. I am no dancer but he was good. He guided me and led beautifully. I was so tied into doing the quickstep that I did not register, properly, that I was in the arms of a man. The dance went on for a considerable time and took all my concentration. When the dance finished he asked if I wanted a drink. I certainly needed a rest. I was stuck. I could not let this large man know that he had been dancing with a man at this point, so I agreed to a drink. He was witty and good fun and I relaxed a little with him. Soon the offer was made for another dance, this time a waltz. I could not think of a good excuse so back on the floor we went. His hold got closer over the next two dances and I was totally aware that he was starting to get aroused. Having a man's erection pressed into you, is unsettling. When the dance ended, I used the ladies as an excuse and went to look for help. I found Annie but she was now dancing in a close embrace with a different lady. I was at a loss, until I bumped into Rick. I asked Rick if he would come and claim me as his partner, so that I could extricate myself before my large friend discovered my true sex. Good as his word Rick found me, after I had returned, and claimed me. I thanked my friend profusely for his wonderful dancing and kissed him on the cheek. As we walked away Rick took the liberty of giving my bum a squeeze. He suggested that we disappear from my boyfriend's eyesight, for a while, and walked me out of the ballroom and into one of the quiet annexes. "Now what is my reward for rescuing you?" "Oh come on Rick, you have my undying gratitude, isn't that enough?" "Not in the slightest, a kiss is the absolute minimum, and I mean a proper clinching kiss. I could always go back to your friend and tell him that you are free." "You are an absolute bastard Rick, ok, but no tongues." The next thing I knew, I was swept up in Rick's arms. He is tall and well built and works out. He was stronger than I expected and we were into an immediate clinch. I was so startled that Rick's tongue was in my mouth before I could react. I thought that I better play my part so I returned the kiss. His breath was sweet and it was not at all as unpleasant as I had expected. Having my arms round powerful shoulders and feeling the scratch of stubble on my face, was not an unpleasant feeling. The kiss went on longer than I intended and when we broke, I did not know what to feel. I was in a bit of a daze when Annie came into the room looking for me. When she saw me she came over smiled at Rick and suggested that we go and freshen up. When we got to the ladies and I looked in the mirror, my lipstick was all smeared and it was clear what I had been doing. I went bright red. Annie had a big grin on her face. "Well young lady, it is clear that I am not the only one who has had a snog. How was it? Did the earth move? He is a bit dishy, but I thought that you would go for straight men. Did I intervene too soon? Do you need to get back to him?" Annie peppered me with questions, obviously enjoying herself. I tried to explain what had happened but there was no way that she was going to accept my version. "Ok how many men have you snogged tonight. I had a quick kiss and cuddle with one and two gorgeous ladies?" "It was just Rick." "Honesty time now, was there any pleasure in it? It seemed to go on for a little while." I had to admit to Annie that I had been surprised that it was not an unpleasant experience. She asked whether I had felt any sexual response and I had to admit that I had. She surprised me by suggesting that before the evening was out, that I try kissing a straight man so that I could make the comparison. I had tonight to walk on the wild side, so why not experiment. The idea was intriguing. We went back to the dance and I was relieved to see that my erstwhile partner was now deeply involved with another lady. Annie and I went to the bar and in no time I was approached by a good looking guy who asked me to dance. It was now past ten and the evening was at that very relaxed stage. Annie gave me a shove and I ended up in the guys arms. There was no way that he was an expert dancer, but he was funny and a nice mover. After a couple of dances we had a close slow dance. He smelt nice and had strong arms and a powerful chest. He drew me into him and even with my high heels on I could rest my head on his shoulder. I was dreaming as we danced thinking what a strange situation we were in. As I looked up his lips met mine. It was a surprise, but I thought that it was an opportunity to see what kissing a straight man was like. It was different, it was more dominant, more powerful. I stuck with it evaluating what that difference was. When I came up for air I realised that he was feeling my bum and that too, was not unpleasant. We kissed several times more and I could feel a very sizeable erection. I was flattered by the erection and was fascinated by how the kisses made me feel. I was also enjoying the dry humping he was giving me on the dance floor. It made me wonder what it would be like to let things progress further. We danced and kissed and ground against each other and I could see Rick looking daggers at the two of us. Eventually tired and happy, we went to the seats and my partner, who was called, confusingly, Tom, supplied me with more drink. I had a good buzz on and thought I had misheard him when he asked me if the anklet was real and that I was free as a hotwife for tonight. He had a room in the hotel and we could go now and make good use of it. I had no idea what he was talking about until he explained and then realised Annie had played a wicked trick on me. It did get me thinking about how she knew about hotwives. I had to think quick and said that my partner had given it to me as a present and had not told me what it meant. I was enjoying the flirting but my female partner expected to take me home. Tom was disappointed but gave me his phone number and said that if I ever changed my mind he would be delighted to meet up. With that, we had one more, long kiss and he went his way and I looked for Annie. She wasn't far away. She had been keeping an eye out for me. I was a dazed mess when Annie collected me and got us a taxi home. I was still in a state of shock all the way home. When we got in Annie undressed me and removed the gaff. She massaged my balls back and led me to bed. After a while I started to respond and then the dam broke and I made desperate love to Annie. She then cuddled me as I fell asleep.