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Spicing up the act. Part one; The lingerie. After five years of being together, sex is beginning to turn stale between Annie and Jason. What can they do to spice it up? I'll be honest with you. After five years of being together, the last two years of them married, sex was beginning to turn stale between Annie and I. Don't get me wrong it was still good, but it was becoming more of a routine than the sensual act of carnal pleasure that it should be. It was just something we did at night. Like brushing our teeth. We adopted the missionary position, with me on top and Annie beneath, we went at it and then we went to sleep. It had not been like that at the beginning of our relationship. Back then we would rip each others clothes off and would claw and tear at each other bodies till our skins were marked with scratches and welts. We would kiss each others bodies during foreplay that often lasted hours and was often more pleasurable than the act itself. We would then spend hours bringing each other to earth shattering orgasms over and over again. But that had reached a crescendo about six months ago. Since then, it was pleasurable sure, but it was just something we did instead of something we enjoyed doing. I was worried about how to bring this up with Annie. I had a feeling that, 'Hey Annie, you know I love you but sex is boring these days,' wouldn't work. That approach would surely lead to an argument as opposed to a discussion. And, if truth be told, it sounded like a segment from the Jerry Springer Show. I spent a few worrying weeks trying to bring this up with her because I did not want to hurt her, or damage her self esteem. I certainly did not want her to think this was her fault. There was indifference on both sides to be brutally honest. I also didn't want her thinking that she was unattractive at all. Because she was still a stunning looking woman. She was twenty nine years old, tall and slender. She had long auburn hair with large pert breasts and a very cute bum. She was toned with a flat stomach, maintained through yoga and swimming and actually looked like she had only just turned twenty one instead of pushing thirty. I had just turned thirty two myself and I was no slouch either. I was short for a man, only five foot nine, but I too kept a toned figure through aerobic workouts and regular cycling. I also joined Annie occasionally on her swimming sessions. While I didn't look ten years younger like Annie did, I certainly didn't look like I was past thirty. So I did not really understand why our once volcanic sex life had turned into something that was as routine as filling the kettle, or loading the dishwasher. And while I wanted to bring it up with Annie, I didn't know how to broach the subject. So you can imagine how surprised I was when she brought it up. "Okay Jason, let's talk about the elephant in the room," she said. It was Saturday morning and we had just finished breakfast. I was reading the paper and she had returned to the table after filling our coffee cups. I frowned at her. She had her earnest face on. So judging by that look, the elephant was quite a substantial one. "Okay, what elephant would that be?" She took a deep breath. "Our sex life." Okay, now I was surprised, as well as intrigued. "The elephant in the room being, why has our sex life has gone to pot?" "Exactly," she said, "Don't get me wrong. It's still good but, it's become... bland to be honest with you. Boring, routine even. So, I've been thinking of ways to spice it up a little." The article I had been reading was forgotten in an instant and I laid the paper aside. I was relieved actually. "I'm glad you've been thinking about it. I was worried about how to bring it up with you because I didn't want you to think it was... your fault." "In a way, it was my fault. Well, both our faults. And it wasn't," She frowned and sat back, thinking through her statement, "What I mean to say is that I've gotten used to you and you've gotten used to me. We just need to find some way to make it different, to make it special again." She smiled and leant forward on the table. "I think I've found the way." I smile and leant forward myself, our faces close together. "And what way would that be?" "Do you remember that fancy dress do we went to, the one at my workplace?" "Oh, when you dressed me up as you and you went as me?" I asked "That's the one." Oh I remembered that party. It had been almost a year earlier. She had dressed me in a bra, panties and a garter belt with a pair of seamed dark black stockings, her short pink leather skirt, her white blouse, and pink denim jacket. She had covered my face in heavy, almost drag like make up and propelled me out of the house with her handbag in my hands. She had put her hair up in a short bun and had dressed in one of my work suits. We had looked good, but she had not bound her breasts giving her masculine appearance an impressive bust and though I cut a feminine figure, my drag inspired make up made it clear that I was male, despite the short skirt displaying a fine pair of freshly shaven legs that looked convincingly feminine in the pink high heels I was perched on. Though there were some sexist remarks, such cringe worthy clich?s as 'nice rack darling' and 'give us a kiss beautiful' along with a healthy dose of arse pinching and breast groping, it was light hearted banter due to the fact that I was a man in drag. And while the men had done most of it, a few of the women at the party were also making comments and doing the groping. But eventually the comments had become more positive and the overall consensus was that we looked good and that I in particular, had been very brave to come to the party in drag. And after the novelty had worn off, it was business as usual. One odd thing occurred though. I spent more time with the other woman than I usually did at these parties discussing make up, fashion and the latest reality TV shows while Annie spent her time talking to the other men. Sports, work and DIY. And we fitted right in. I with the other woman and Annie with the men. It was weird, but it also felt natural. When we got home, we could barely keep our hands off each other. We made love like randy teenagers that night. We shagged each other senseless all night long until the morning. And then we made love the next day. All the next day in fact. And we had worn our lingerie though it all. "What's that got to do with... er... our stagnant love life?" Her eyes sparkled. And I got the gist. "Oh. You want me to dress up again?" "I bought some stuff for you. It's on the bed upstairs. Now, I'm not going to push you into this, but if it means..." I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She drew back, a shocked expression on her face. "Give me fifteen minutes," I said. I entered the main bedroom. On the bed was a set of lingerie. Victoria's secret, naturally. A long line bra, a garter belt with six garter tabs and a pair of high waisted panties in a soft blue with a healthy quantity of lace. Next to the lingerie was a fresh pair of black seamed stockings and a pair of blue high heels. I stripped off my male clothes, jeans, a t-shirt, cotton boxers and socks and was soon naked. I reached for the garter belt and placed it around my waist. I hooked it in front of me first and then twisted it so that it faced the front. I then pulled the stockings from the pack and rolled them up my legs. I had a smattering of body hair but I have never been that hairy thank goodness, must have been all the swimming I had done. Then I pulled the panties up and arranged my penis, which was beginning to swell, and my testicles, which were throbbing by now, into the satin gusset. It didn't look too bad. There was no way I was ever going to pass, but I didn't think of this at the time. I placed the bra around my waist and hooked that in front of me, before pulling it around and up into place and placing the straps over my shoulders. I then placed my feet in the high heels and stood up. The unfamiliar feeling of the heels made me stagger a little, but I had walked in high heels before and soon got used to them. Seems that are more things like riding a bike. Once you've done, it, you don't forget it. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost laughed out loud. I didn't like a lingerie model. In fact, the flat chest, the straight hips and the bulge in the panties made it obvious that I was a man, but I didn't look too bad either. In fact, with a bit of make up and a decent wig... Annie's voice from the other side of the door derailed that particular train of thought. "Jason, are you ready?" "Err, yeah, Just give me a minute." I walked to the bed and laid out on it. One hand by my head, the other on my stomach. I was attempting to look sexy, to look raunchy in fact. I suspected I looked stupid, but at that moment, I didn't really care. "Okay, come in." Annie opened the door and entered the room. She had taken off the jeans and the peasant top she had been wearing and was dressed in an almost identical set of lingerie that I was now wearing. Only hers was coral pink. She looked at me and suppressed her laughter. Then she came over to the bed and laid down next to me. She said nothing, but she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. It was strange at first, as if we were practising for something. Slowly she began to stroke my nylon clad legs, as I pulled her into an embrace and caressed her back. Then the kiss became more passionate, more forceful as our tongues began to delve into our mouths. This was definitely better than the last time we had made love, and we hadn't even started yet. Annie broke the kiss and looked at me. "Can I suggest something?" "Of course," I replied. "Can I call you Jade?" This shocked me for a moment. And then I realised that as I was dressed as woman, a woman's name would be more appropriate. And it was just a fantasy after all. "Sure. As long I can call you Candy." She frowned for a moment, and then shook her head. "Makes me sound like a stripper. I know, you can call me Cindy." Like Cindy didn't make her sound like a stripper? I merely shrugged in acquiescence. "Okay, Cindy." She straddled me. Our mouths smushed together, our tongues darting in and out of our mouths. Her hands ran over the lingerie I was wearing, sending my senses into a sensual overload. My hands caressed her satin clad bottom and stocking tops. Slowly her hands began to creep down my belly, and reached my groin which was now throbbing my penis tenting the panties in a very unladylike manner. She reached my penis and began rubbing her palm against the front of the panties, moving the satin fabric against my now erect member. Annie broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Ooh Jade, this isn't supposed to here is it?" "No Cindy," I replied, my voice softer and in a slightly higher tone. I was trying to sound like a woman and missing the mark by a sizeable margin. But judging by the delighted look in Annie's eyes, I had achieved the desired effect. "Oh, Jade, say my name. Say my name in that girly voice." "Take me Cindy," I replied, "take me now. Please." She reached for my panties and began pulling them down. I lifted my bum, allowing her to pull my panties down my legs to puddle around my ankles. She grabbed my cock and began pumping it. Making me shiver with anticipation. She then lowered herself and placed my cock in her mouth. She began sucking on the tip as her lips and tongue massaged the shaft. I gasped and then sighed. She hadn't given me oral for ages and I had forgotten how good she was. I tried to hold it back and she helped. She pulled her mouth free and smiled at me. As soon as I was relaxed a little, she began again. Bringing me to the edge before stopping again. Her smile was wider than ever. She did this a few more times. I could actually hear my balls turning blue. Then she slowly pulled her panties off. "Do you want to come Jade? Do you want to spunk in my mouth like a horny girl?" "Yes," I squealed, "Let me come Cindy, please let me come. I need to come!" She climbed over me and straddled my chest, her legs pinning my arms to the bed, her glistening pussy inches above my mouth. "Make me come first you greedy girl." She promptly sat on my face. I used my tongue to part her labia and reach for her clit. I found it, began sucking and flicking it with my tongue. "Oh yeah baby girl, that's it, that's good. That's... oh that's..." She set up her own rhythm, grinding her pussy on my busy tongue. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and shoved her hand in to stifle her screams, lest we disturb our neighbours. My hands were stroking her nylon clad thighs, as she writhed and moaned above me. She placed her hands on my chest gripped the bra that was wrapped around my chest. She suddenly stood up and then lowered her pussy onto my cock, I felt the grip of her sweet tunnel as my cock pierced her. For a moment she simply lay on top of me. Then she grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed. She began to grind up and down on top of me and I lay there, hands forced to the bed, and just moaned for a while. Then I set up my own rhythm bucking my hips beneath hers as we fucked each other. Suddenly, Annie arched her back and threw her hands up to her head. "Oh Jade, do it, give it to me." I increased my rhythm as she squealed and moaned above me. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, and my gut. I could feel her climax, even as I climaxed myself. I pumped what felt a gallon of sperm into her as she screamed out loud, the neighbours be damned. I screamed myself in a most unladylike voice. She stayed upright for a moment, shuddering as her climax shook her slender frame. And then she dropped forward, her breasts squishing against my chest. Her mouth found mine and we kissed frantically, tongues tangling in our mouths. I forget what happened next. I think I passed out. When I came to, it was to a view of the bedroom ceiling. I looked to my left where I felt a body pressed against mine. Annie was laying there, her head in her hand on a cocked elbow gazing down at me, a relaxed and satisfied smile on her. "Hey," I said, "that was... that was fucking fantastic." "So, dressing you up was a good idea?" she asked. "Oh definitely. It's not been like that for months." "It certainly was different, Beats loading the dishwasher that's for sure." We spent the new moments giggling at this but eventually we settled down "So, are we going to keep doing this?" I asked her. "Oh yes, but sparingly. And only when our love life flags. It's spice, remember? "I get it," I said. Then I ran my hands over the bra and garter belt I was wearing, enjoying the sensations of the fabric on my skin, especially the stockings. Something was bothering me. "It is wrong to admit, that I enjoy wearing this stuff?" Annie shook her head. "Oh, no. There's nothing wrong with a man wanting to dress up as a woman and men do it for all sorts of reasons. And lets face facts, if a woman dressed up as a man no one would care. So why shouldn't a man dress up as a woman," She frowned down at me, "Do you want to dress up more often?" I sighed as I considered the prospect. I paused as a thought popped back into my mind, Seeing myself in the lingerie before Annie had arrived. What I might look like with a bit of make up and a decent wig. What would I look like? "I don't know. I'm jut curious." "Hmm, so am I," Annie said. "Well Jade, are you well rested?" I frowned up at her and found her smiling, felt her hand coming rest on my groin, felt my penis twitch and begin to rise. "Oh yes Cindy, I'm well rested. I'm ready for you." "Oh, I'll bet you are." She leaned forward and kissed me passionately. I responded. And soon, we were screaming again. We must have disturbed the neighbours that second time, but they were an old couple, in their seventies. If they heard us and figured out what was going on, they never mentioned it. That's how our sex life continued for the next few days. We still did at night, with me on top and Annie underneath but it was as if some long extinguished flame had been ignited once more. it was as good as it had been when we were dating. And of course, I became curious. I began looking up Transvestism on the computer. Along with a healthy and not insubstantial amount of porn, there was sites that explained what it was and why men did it. The general consensus of opinion was that there was no real reason why Men did it. And while there was still some stigma attached to the whole thing, it seemed that attitudes towards transvestism, or crossdressing as it was more commonly known, were shifting from the negative to the positive. I read the personal testimonies of other transvestites and learned that crossdressing was a positive thing. That men who wore women's clothing were not gay, or perverts or anything particularly unsavoury. Well, not outside the realms of pornography that was. I had never considered the prospect that I could be a crossdresser. Apart from the party and of course, our incredible sex session on that Saturday. Over the following two weeks, I did more research on how to do it properly. I ordered several items and had them delivered to my work so Annie wouldn't know about my purchases. I had no intention of deceiving her, and indeed doubted that I could. But I wanted it to be a surprise. Then, one Friday I had the day off and Annie was working. So after she had left, I started. First I took a long shower and used the fresh pack of razors I had bought to shave of the remaining body hair I had. It was sparse and thin so that was a quick job. After I had got out of the shower, I dried myself thoroughly and used moisturiser on my hairless skin. This produced a new sensation that I marvelled at. My skin was now hypersensitive. I dug my lingerie from the drawer and laid the items out on the bed. The bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. Next I opened another one of my new purchases. The item inside, looked a small jock strap, but it was called a gaffe. I examined it closely. I knew how to put it on but having never put one on, I really didn't know how I would manage it or how it would feel. So I pulled it up, stuffed my penis into tube in front and then pulled it up further around my hips. I felt my penis, which was beginning to stiffen, flatten out as I pulled the garment up around my hips. I felt my penis being pulled back between my legs and my testicles being pushed back into my body. That was a weird sensation. It was uncomfortable, but I had a feeling I would be able to get used to it. I opened another package. This contained a pair of silicone breast forms. They were a c cup but they were on the generous side. I read the instruction on how to use the adhesive at least three times before I felt confident enough to try it. I spread the required amount of adhesive on the inside the left breast form and pressed it onto my hairless chest. I repeated the procedure with the right form. I examined the result in the mirror. I was pleased with what I saw. Two very realistic looking breasts, that were only given away by the edges. They matched my own skin tone but it was clear where the edges were. I set at Annie's make up table, taking another box and opening it up. A full range of cosmetics. I used foundation to smooth out the edges and voil?. A perfect set of C cup breasts that looked as if they belonged there. I placed the bra back to front around my torso and fastened it. Then I pulled it round and pulled it up over my new breasts and the pulled the straps up over my shoulders. I then took the stockings and rolled them up over my legs. I had liked the feeling before, but now, with shaved legs, the feeling was intensified. My senses reeled as I attached the stockings to the garter tabs. I was going to have to keep my legs shaved if they felt this good. I took the panties and pulled them on. They covered up the gaffe nicely. It was as if It wasn't there. I wanted to check my progress, but I wasn't done yet. I had sat and watched Annie do her make up in the past so I had a fair idea of how to do it. And of course, I had watched a good deal of make up tutorials over the last few days. It still took me about an hour to complete. I took it slowly and carefully and corrected my mistakes as I went along. With the make up finished, I opened the final package. A long blonde wig that would fall to my shoulders. At least I hoped it would. I fitted the small cap first. A sort of hairnet that went over my shortish brown hair, covering it completely. Then I pulled the wig on After I had put it on and pinned it into place, I brushed it out. It fell to my shoulders in golden waves. Then I grabbed the blue high heels and placed my feet into the arched shoes, strapping them around my nylon clad ankles. I opened Annie's wardrobe and contemplated borrowing one of Annie's dresses, or a short skirt and blouse. But I wanted to tell her about this first, see what effect this effort would have upon her, and upon our relationship. I also wanted to see what the overall effect was on me. So instead, I pulled an old robe out of the wardrobe and pulled it around, leaving it open I finally examined my image in the full length wardrobe door mirror. I was surprised by what I saw. I saw a slim looking woman with golden blonde hair that fell around her shoulders. Her frame looked curved and the feminine underwear looked enticing. I cocked my left leg and placed my hands on my hips. Oh yeah, I looked good. I actually looked like a woman. I decided that I needed some pictures. I walked to my small home office and grabbed my camera and tripod. I set my camera up in the spare bedroom and set it to take a picture every thirty seconds. Then I posed in a series of pictures that last for nearly half an hour. I took me an hour transferring the images to the hard drive on my home office computer. I put them in a folder marked correspondence, so Annie wouldn't find them. Of course, I intended to show them to her in due time, but I wanted to be the one who showed them to her. I didn't want her to find them first. I spent the next hour or so wandering around the house, revelling in the images as I passed mirrors, caught my reflection in windows and stood in the kitchen, making myself a cup of tea. At one point, I found myself standing at the back door, my hand on the handle, wondering if I had the courage to step outside. Eventually common sense overrode my curiosity and I stayed inside. After spending three or four hours dressed as Jade, I finally got changed. Placing all my female accoutrements into a small yellow suitcase that I had taken down from the loft before I started, I then put the suitcase back in the loft where Annie and I stored all out excess stuff. Annie rarely went up there and never went up without telling me so I knew my female stuff would be safe for a while. When Annie arrived home, it was to a dinner of Spaghetti Bolognese that I cooked from fresh ingredients. Well, almost fresh ingredients The spaghetti come out of a pack. And while I did know how to make Spaghetti, we didn't have a spaghetti maker. I don't think she suspected anything, "We need to talk, Jade." My head snapped up to look at her. It was Saturday, early afternoon and we were discussing what do for our dinner that evening. It had been nearly three months after we had first made love in matching lingerie. Well, matching apart from the colours. And we had done it a few times since. Our sex life was a damn sight better than it had been for ages. For a moment, I was thinking that she wanted another sex session but she was not smiling. Instead, she had her earnest face on. This put a dampener on proceedings. I didn't know if I was in trouble yet, but it didn't look good. I put a charming smile on my face. At least I hoped it was charming. "What do we need to talk about, Cindy?" She rose from the table and went into the hallway. When she came back, she had the yellow suitcase in her hands. She placed it on the table and sat down, looking at me intently. Of course, there had been a few additions sine the first time. A second wig, this one was jet black. There were two dresses, one an essential 'little black dress' and the second was a knee length summer dress that I had gotten cheap as it was essentially autumn and it had been on sale. I had also added to the underwear. Two sets of Bra, panties with garter belt and several pairs of stockings. "I want to know Jason, why are you doing this?" she asked, slapping the suitcase with the back of her hand. I sighed and considered my response. I opened my mouth to answer her and then shut it again, considering how to answer her. After a moment, I started again. "I was just curious. Curious to see how good I looked, how I felt... how I..." No," Annie said, "you misunderstand me. I mean, why are you doing this behind my back? Why are you keeping it from me?" Oh. Well, I hadn't considered that part of things. I really hadn't thought how hurt she might have been, how deceived she would have felt. But there was one redeeming factor. "I did mean to tell you about this. But I wanted to be... accomplished in my transformation, Before I revealed it to you. I wanted to look natural. I was always going to tell you. I just..." I just what? I couldn't believe what I said next, even as I was saying it. "I just wanted to surprise you." Annie sat back, her arms crossed across her chest. For one horrible moment, I thought that this was relationship was going to end. She was going to leave, and then demand a divorce. That I had taken my life in both hands and thrown it down the toilet. Instead, She pushed the suitcase towards me. "So, go on. Surprise me." Then she surprised me. She leaned forward and she smiled sweetly. "And wear the black wig." I had become quite adept at changing from male to female so it took my slightly over an hour to transform from Jason, to Jade. I began by taking a quick shower, washing myself, washing and conditioning my hair and running a razor over my hairless skin, snagging a few stray hairs, both real and imagined. In the bedroom, I opened the suitcase and selected my most racy underwear A Bra, with panties and garter belt, jet black and with a silver trim. I donned my gaffe, which I had become surprisingly comfortable in, and applied my fake breasts. I put on the lingerie and applied a layer of make up. Subtle, but with smoky eyes, a sultry seductive look. Deep luscious red on the lips with a layer of lip gloss. I tugged my wig into place, and then brushed it out. It was long and shiny and it feel around my shoulders in soft glimmering waves which were held in place by a sparse but efficient layer of hair spray. Then I put on my essential 'Little Black Dress'. It was almost desperately sexy. But it wasn't exactly little. The bodice was was worn high on the torso, with a plunging neckline and sheer lace three quarter length sleeves. The skirt was tight at the waist and reached almost to the floor with a slit that exposed my left leg to the knee. A tapered band of fabric connected the bodice and the skirt at the back of the dress, leaving a layer of flesh bare from just below the bust to just above the swell of my hips and my belly button. Too much? I didn't care any more. I perched myself on another new purchase, a pair of black high heels, They were black, opened toed with a large five inch heel. I momentarily relished the feeling of being over six foot tall. I checked my image in the mirror. Christ, I looked hot. I put my hands on my hips and adopted a cocked leg pose. Christ, even I would date me in this outfit. Then, with a sigh, I wrenched my mind from fantasy. This was real life. I now had to present my feminine persona to Annie. How would she react? The living room was empty when I finally made my way downstairs. So was the kitchen. I was worried before, but now I was scared. Had Annie come to her senses and left me? Had she decided that she didn't want to be married to a crossdresser? A clearing throat from the staircase eased my concerns slightly. I turned and saw Annie enter the room. She looked absolutely stunning. She had applied a stunning layer of make up and her long auburn hair has done up in a bun. She was wearing a long silver halter dress with a daring split up the front. Her legs were cased in black stockings and she was wearing a pair of silver ankle boots. I fought the urge to rush over to her, grab her in my arms and kiss her to death. "Hey Jade. You look... you look fucking fantastic," she said. I blushed a little. "Oh, thank you Ann... Cindy. Err... so do you." Annie smiled sweetly. "Stick to Annie. Sit down, I'll get us some wine." I brushed the skirt under me as I sat down and crossed my legs. This caused a momentary unease in my groin, but I knew it would pass eventually. When Annie, came back she had two glasses and a bottle of wine. She handed me a glass and filled it with chilled white wine. She then poured herself a glass and sat down beside me. We clinked our glasses together and took a sip. "Well Jade, you've certainly surprised me," Annie began. "You look better than I thought you would. So, I can I take it that you're a crossdresser now?" I sighed. I really didn't know how to answer that. I really didn't. But I supposed, that I was. After all, I was sat here in a very sexy dress, a layer of make up, high heels and a pair of fake tits in the bosom of my dress. And supported by a bra no less. "Well, I like the way I'm dressed and I feel... different the way I'm dressed so..." "Different how?" Annie interrupted. I looked up in surprise. "Er... calmer? Happier?" Annie nodded and took a sip of her wine. "So, are you Jade, or Jason?" I considered this. I hadn't really thought about it. "Well, I consider myself as Jason, most of the time. But at the moment, with the way I'm dressed, I guess I'm Jade." I took a sip of my wine as Anne continued to look at me. I felt I had to say something. This wasn't going right and I had to make it right. "Anyway, It won't happen again. And I'm sorry..." Annie held up her hand. "Stop right there Jade." She drained her glass and poured herself another measure. What she said next stunned me. "Listen, this is mostly my fault. I was the one who suggested that you wear the lingerie to bed, and I was the one who gave you your femme name." "Really? "Really, Like I said, there's nothing wrong with a man wanting to dress up as a woman and a lot of men do it. And I don't mind you doing it," The smile dropped from her face, "But what I do mind is your keeping it from me. When were you going to tell me?" "Soon. Very soon. In fact I was going to tell you the next time that you suggested that we... you know?" "Oh? I see." She took a sip of her wine. "Well I guess I can't blame for going all the way. But I will say is that I am very disappointed in you." She leaned back in her seat sipped her wine. I sagged in my seat. For a moment I was overwhelmed with guilt and shame. And then Annie smiled and put down her glass. "So you will have to make it up to me." She took the glass from my hands and placed it on the table next to hers. Then she edged closer to me and snaked her arm around my neck. I was surprised but not so surprised that I was able to respond. Soon our tongues were mingling in our mouths as we kissed in a frantic manner. My hands ran along her bare back and up her nylon clad legs. Her hands were closed on my shoulder and sneaking under my long skirt and stroking my legs. After a few moments, she began caressing the bare skin of my belly. We were both moaning in pleasure. This continued for the longest time. Or so it seemed. In reality, it was no more then a few minutes. Ten, at most Eventually, Annie broke our kiss and looked at me, her face was flushed and she was almost breathless. Her eyes blazed with passion. "I want you Jade, I want you now." With our dresses in a bedraggled heap on the floor, we fell onto the bed. We were a tangled mess of limbs with our lips locked in heated kisses, our hands roaming over each other bodies. Annie eventually broke the kiss pushed me onto my back. She almost tore her panties in pulling them off and clamped her pussy on my mouth. I went to work on her clit and she was soon gasping in pleasure and thumping with wall with her clenched fists. Annie pulled herself free and wrestled my panties to my ankles and then to the floor. She then scrabbled with the gaffe until my throbbing cock sprang up. She turned her attention to it, taking it into her mouth and arranging herself so that her pussy was soon grinding against my skilled tongue once again. We soon came. Annie's body trembling as multiple orgasms struck her. I came up with a massive explosion of passion and energy. Annie gobbled up every drop. I don't fully remember what happened next. I guess I passed out. I woke up to find myself stretched out on the bed with Annie snuggled up besides me. She was snoring softly. I looked around the room and slowly realised that it wasn't a dream. We had spent the better part of the afternoon making love in our lingerie. And it had been both fantastic and beautiful. I simply lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Eventually Annie roused herself and rolled onto her back. She lay there for while and then she clambered on top of me. "Jason, we need to talk." I frowned up at her, "Jason? What happened to Jade?" "Oh she's still here." Her hands traced up to my body, making my shiver. "And I love being with her, but you're still Jason. And I love you too. I guess... I don't know what I'm saying. I'm not confused, I'm honestly not. But..." I tried to comprehend what she was saying, but I also sort of understood it. I lay there for a moment, as I tried to put my muddled thoughts into words. Eventually, I knew what I wanted to say. "Here's how I see it. I'm Jason, your husband and I love you Annie. But," I sighed taking a deep breath, "but I'm also Jade. And I'm Cindy's girlfriend and I love you Cindy, you're my world." Annie's eye widened in shock. "So, we're Jade and Cindy, and we're lesbians?" "Absolutely. It is a fantasy after all." Annie stared at me wide eyed in shock. The shock melted into a wide smile. It was a warm and gentle smile at first. Then it turned mischievous. She then grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed and climbed astride me. "So, Jade, are you ready to go again?" "Oh yes, Cindy." Once we had climbed down from the ecstatic heights of a fantastic afternoon of sex, we spent the remainder of the evening discussing the situation and came to a couple of conclusions. Jade and Jason were to be kept separate, To that end, we moved her clothes into the spare bedroom, which became Jade's room. We also decided to keep Jade out of the main bedroom. We also decided that I could become Jade whenever I wanted. Annie soon became accustomed to her presence and would often become Cindy which would almost always lead to lovemaking in the spare bedroom. Annie also set aside some clothes for Cindy and these were also placed in the spare bedroom. As time went on, our sex life became good once again, not only as Jade and Cindy in the Jade's bedroom but as Jason and Annie in the main bedroom. And that was how, in a few short weeks, Annie and I went from having a stale boring sex life to rutting like a pair of randy rabbits. In fact, it was better now than it had ever been. The once lost spark had not only been reignited, it now burned like a huge bonfire. And of course, it got better.