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Two Weeks Just For You by Sabrina G. Langton "So how about this," said my beautiful wife, Lola, of three years. "Two weeks just for you where we can explore YOUR fantasies. And if things work out we can make it longer. We will have to play it by ear." The wife was always trying to figure out a way to make sex a lot more exciting lately. We seem to be on completely different planets. Everything was fine at the beginning of our marriage but this last year my wife's sexual needs have totally changed. Sex was always fine, but I know, when I'm by myself, with my imagination and desire it was incredible. I also knew that my wife took care of herself plenty of times without needing me at all. My wife's 'new thing' all of a sudden, was big, tall black men. I was 5'8" tall and not black. We bought her an eight-inch black dildo, which she was crazy about. This led to 3 more. The latest being fifteen inches long and very thick. My manhood was tiny compared to her toys so whenever she got me involved I had to wear the eight-inch one as a strap-on. She loved it, I thought it was a lot of work for little enjoyment. She also wanted me to fuck her with it outside on multiple occasions but I was way too nervous for something like that. Having a black penis sticking out of my pants was nerve- wracking enough, without overlooking for passerby's. On the other hand, I was a regular run-of-the-mill crossdresser. I had been 'Sabrina' since I was five years old. I used to wear my three older sisters' clothes, and there were so many of them. It was the trickle- down effect, everything would start with my older sister and slowly work its way down to me. I never ran out of things to wear. I never complained and my Mother never stopped me from wearing anything I liked, even though I did it mostly in private. I have gotten very good at it over the years, though the wife thinks I should be a little sluttier, when she does see me. She would tell me, "You look like that bitchy Real Estate woman who lives next store, and I hate her AND her cat." Personally, I just want to fit in. If I go out shopping I don't want anyone to think I am anything but a 33-year-old woman. Even though Lola wouldn't be caught dead shopping with a crossdresser or someone in Real Estate. I kept myself in shape and a year into our marriage I started taking dance lessons to make me more graceful, it really wasn't working. The woman that teaches me also gives me elocution and voice lessons and also helps me with my makeup. I was mortified when my wife told someone about me, but now Maggie is my best friend. She works at the Salon in town that Lola frequents and has a slight Scottish accent. Sometimes I don't get what she says and I just giggle. She tends to say a line in her natural accent and then become quite suburban L.A. on the next. She is very dainty and proper, I consider her my role model. The first time we met she said, "Whoa, girl ye leuk like a lady already. Dinnae think ye need much help from me. Lola said you need some adjusting, whatever that means." I didn't want to tell her that Lola never really saw me all dressed up. She didn't know how good I was at it already, and I don't think she cared or approved anyway. I feel Lola just wants me busy so she can get on with her life and work, I was becoming nothing more than a distraction. Maggie helping me had nothing to do with dressing and everything to do with keeping me occupied. She comes around a couple of times a week, usually while Lola is out with friends, editing one of her client's books, or still at work. We just dress up together, drink cocktails and chat. It's fun but I wish I could do it more often. So, the wife all of a sudden has a thing for black men, and I love women's clothes, we couldn't be more incompatible in bed. She does love that I am very good at licking her insatiable clit. I used to keep her somewhat happy. She used to try to make ME happy by letting me wear panties to bed, but I wanted to wear it all. I have so many garter belts and stocking sets and teddies and nightgowns, I just want to be a woman in bed, with my hair flowing around me and my long nails waiting to dig into my lover's back. She tells me it turns her off. "I didn't marry a man to end up sleeping with a woman," is her big line. She didn't like to even acknowledge my crossdressing after awhile. I had all my clothes in a back bedroom, and if it wasn't for Maggie coming over, Lola might not even know I was dressing up at all. A typical night of sex for us includes me tucking my penis to look like I have a perfect 'pussy.' I just need a little bit of tape and magic to keep me in place. This is probably the only thing I love about our time together. I then put on the black eight-inch dildo which is attached to a belt around my waist. I put on long colored briefs and the fake cock usually dangles down my left leg. Lola loves to play with it through the cotton of the briefs. She says, "Why couldn't I have married a man with a penis like this. This is man meat, what you have is ridiculous compared to it." I just shrug, I couldn't even answer her. I usually wear a t-shirt and she makes me wear thin black cotton gloves. I guess she likes to imagine a black man is holding onto her hips or breasts during sex. Lola usually wears a terry cloth robe and is always completely naked underneath. I beg her to wear stockings or even just a bra. She always says, "I don't want you too distracted, just get on with it." I said I would wear them and she huffs. "Stop being such a sissy and get on the bed." She tended to always be angry during sex, that's how she was, I was quite used to it. We would then put on a video and she would be playing with herself. Sometimes she sends me out of the room, then calls me in when she's wet. "Okay hurry up and c'mon in, I'm ready." I can't talk during sex, though I have a tendency to grunt as I plow her with the dildo that sticks through the pee hole of my shorts. Lola is always on all fours as I stick the phallus into her. I do most of the work, and I never get hard since I am so tucked in. Ahead of her is usually the TV screen with some hardcore action on it, I try not to focus on it. She sometimes lets me fondle her breasts if I have the cotton gloves on, and makes me pull her hair until she yells. As I push the eight inches into her she always yells at me. "Harder, come on for fucks sake harder, and faster. Just fuck me." I never do it right at first, but after a while, she gets herself into a state of frenzy. It doesn't take her long for her to reach orgasm, screaming the name Terell, or Trey or Darrell or Bill, I never really catch what she says. "It's just role play. Keep pushin' harder," she reminds me. She then falls flat on the bed and is out like a light. Sometimes she makes me wear the dildo all night. I sometimes wake up while she is backing up against it. It soon enters her again, but this time she does most of the work. She has another orgasm, then finally falls asleep for the rest of the night. --------------------------------------------------- Besides sex, things got so much better this winter when I sold some of my stocks that were going for big money. I thought Lola was working too hard and could use a break. We now had plenty of money in the bank and we both didn't have to work as much. I wanted her to have more of her own space and so we bought a bigger house, called a Mother-Daughter. I set up an office and a library in the downstairs apartment, so she could be surrounded by her favorite books. 'To Kill a Mockingbird,' 'The Magus' and even the new edition of 'Dianetics' sat patiently to be read on a shelf next to her desk. Plus there was no computer, Lola was permanently offline. The house itself was far away from everyone, so having sex in the yard was easier for me, but less dangerous for the wife. I could sense she was getting a little tired of my reluctance to play her games and she started staying at work even later. Having more money was having the opposite effect. I didn't mind it myself, it left me more time to become Sabrina. ---------------------------------------------------- One afternoon Lola completely surprised me. "Because you have been so good about MY fantasies, I'm going to let YOU explore yours," Lola told me. She had been teasing me about this for some time now. "You are going to have to do it the way I want to though, and you are going to have to go all the way if you know what I mean," she threatened. "We are going to make this a legitimate crossdressing experience. You are going to become the most perfect sexy housewife Los Angeles has ever seen," Lola said she read up on Transvestism, from books from the library next to her office, and has also read a lot of fiction about it. "That term sounds kinda last century," I said. "We don't call it that anymore." She laughed. "I'm sure the basics have not changed. Just let Maggie... and me take care of everything." She gave me an evil laugh. "You are going to cream your jeans." She decided that I would dress up full-time for a couple of weeks at the beginning of December. My biggest fantasy was always to be a woman and wife for an extended period of time, nothing crazy. I just wanted to dress as I liked, make dinner, clean the house, and have my 'husband' treat me with love and respect. I was way more traditional than Lola, and she was more unconventional. I also didn't think it was such a big deal. I once asked Lola to wear some of my men's clothes while I wore one of my dresses, it would be so much fun, she did and she hated it. She told me. "I hate seeing you like this, you are so fucking dainty. Do real women even walk and sit like that?" She was so mad for weeks. I decided not to bring it up again. I also didn't let her see me completely dressed up again if I could help it. Now I was surprised she was not only playing along, she was initiating it. I never had more than a day or two completely crossdressed, mainly because of work and Lola's objections, so this would be incredible if we could make those two weeks work out. I was creaming my jeans already. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I literally could not wait. I would pose in front of my mirror and take pictures. Loving how my legs looked in stockings and heels. My entire body was shaved, including a little landing strip in my panties, and I had hair removal on my face and chest for years. Having Maggie around for these types of things was incredible. Whatever I needed she was more than happy to help. Lola didn't like that I had no hair on my legs or arms. She said people noticed things like that. I didn't really care, I loved the look of my arms in a sleeveless blouse or my legs in mini skirts and short shorts. I even wore bikinis when I took in the sun, as I hid in the backyard. "You are such a girl," Lola complained one afternoon, catching me after she came home early. I only did this when she wasn't home. "Go put on something more decent, I can see the crack of your ass." I would sulk and change into something a little more sensible, and then hide from her on the other side of the yard. "You better not have any sunburn lines from your bikini." She would check me and get mad when she noticed an outline. I would tell her. "Noone is ever going to see them. "I'm seeing them NOW!" she would huff and go back in the house with one of her books. When home alone I would work on my make-up, which I was very good at. After years of help from Maggie, I was a pro. My face was slightly feminine, and it didn't take too much to turn me into a very attractive female, or at least I hoped. I didn't like to wear too much makeup, but sometimes Maggie would make me more glamourous and we would take pictures. My blonde hair was long, a couple of inches past my collar. I could even wear it up if I liked. I also had three wigs which I wore. I actually rather wear a wig, I liked the feel of my hair all around my face and down to the middle of my back. The wife really didn't like my long hair, she would kiddingly threaten me with an electric shaver. My favorite part of course was the outfits and dresses and heels. God, there were so many favorites. My body wasn't that thin, but I did have curves. The exercises Maggie and I did gave me a nice round butt, flat stomach, and perfect legs. Lola didn't like that it was an easy process for me to turn myself into a woman. "Can you please practice being a supermodel somewhere else?" She would yell, even though she would only hear my heels behind closed doors. ------------------------------------------------------------------- When December finally came around, Lola told me she needed a little more time to get things together. Christmas, Valentine's Day, and then Easter passed, and still no sign of the plan. I was assuming that she was getting bored of the idea, I mean technically I was getting my dream week, but she wasn't really having one of her own. When I innocently brought it up she told me. "Don't worry about me, it is all about you Sabrina, okay? Obviously, it is always all about you. It will all work out fine." I trusted her, but she was starting to get easily aggravated. I waited patiently anyway and stayed far away from her just to be on the safe side. Meanwhile, Lola was spending much more time away from the house, I didn't see her as much as I used to. I slept by myself most of the week, but I never pried or asked her about it, knowing that she had a place to stay near the office. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "I need some pictures," Maggie exclaimed as she made her way into the house. "What kind of pictures?" I asked. "A dinnae know just pictures, show me whit ye have." What I had was insane. I had multiple pictures of every outfit I ever tried on, plus various ones of my hands, legs, and feet. I went looking for something appropriate. "How many do you want?" "Just enough." Well, that would be easy. I gave her about twenty-five pictures, all of which I was very sexy in and very proud of. She told me, "Russell might use them for one of his websites." Russell was her husband and he did catalog shoots. He was always looking for models and she was always trying to help. The wife announced we finally had a date to start my two weeks. It was the Friday before Memorial Day Weekend in May. We had less than a week for preparation and I was ready to do anything she asked. "First let's move all of your fem clothes into the bedroom," she said, "Really?" I was surprised since she didn't like seeing them around. "Yes really, I said we were going to do this right, didn't I. I want everything to be perfect, so get your ass in gear." So we took all of my female clothes, which there was an abundance, from the backroom and replaced hers with mine in the bedroom. "I was wondering, what are we going to do with your clothes?" She pulled out a bunch of suitcases and boxes. "Might as well put everything in these, I will keep out what I need, and put them in your draws. Some I'll just take to the office." She then took all my male clothes and put them in two large green trash bags and I brought them downstairs. More boxes for her makeup and jewelry, and even all her knickknacks. "This is now Sabrina's bedroom, for the next couple of days, I want you to fill it with what you want and need. Make it nice and dainty the way your backroom is, sissy." She laughed as I went to clean out the bathroom of all her items too. She didn't have much in the way of makeup so it was a quick change over. I thought she was going a little overboard but I knew when she did anything it was always OTT. Maggie came over after Lola left, to help me. Maggie made me get dressed to go shopping. I picked out a nice blue sundress and three-inch heels and we made our way to the shopping center. "There is nothin like two hot girls hittin the shops tae turn on the husbands waitin for their wives. Ha." She laughed. Once at The Mall we picked up sheets and curtains and a comforter, everything had flowers and was so feminine, Lola would hate it. I even bought a couple of pictures for the walls. The bedroom was so barren, to begin with, but now it was perfect. The kind of bedroom I always wanted. I even moved my white vanity and stand- alone mirror in the corner removing the wife's exercise machine. Lastly, I changed the rug, curtains, and towels in the master bathroom. It was very big and spacious and it had a huge hot tub. I placed my wicker chair near the tub and put all my toiletries on a shelf. The whole area was now completely mine. Staring at the woman in the mirror made me get so hard, I couldn't wait for this weekend to start. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I owned my own business and was planning on staying home a couple of days prior anyway, to get prepared for the next couple of weeks. Lola had brought a bunch of shopping bags into the house. While she was putting the stuff away she asked Maggie to get me ready. "Remember what we discussed, Maggie." "I do," Maggie said in her light brogue. She first made me change into something to wear to the Salon where she worked. It was only going to be my third time there and my first time as Sabrina. The last time I went the people at the Salon took a hair sample for extensions. I also got my measurements taken. I was very intrigued about what I was in for. I decided to really dress up for this, I wanted to look perfect. This was the start of it, becoming the perfect housewife. Tucking myself in, I gave myself a perfect female outline for my panties. I have been doing this since I was a teenager and can even walk around completely bottomless without anyone knowing my true gender. I slipped on my beige silk panties. They were low cut and slid perfectly over my hips. My matching silky bra was next. I was a B cup and I put my Silicone Gel Invisible Inserts Breast Pads into the cups. They filled me out perfectly and gave me a little bit of cleavage, though no one was going to see it in the dress I chose. Next came my light gray sheer pantyhose. I would usually wear stockings or pantyhose every day to the detriment of the wife. If she saw them when I bent over or if I forgot socks, she would make me take them off. "Wear them on your own time," She would tell me. I just managed to hide them better in the future. Maggie helped me with my makeup. "You don't need much today. The girls are going to change everything anyway," she said. "You will be getting a complete makeover." I was even more excited now. She then helped me with my dress. It was a gray turtle neck midi dress, it came down below my knees. It was very tight and clung to the curves that I had. I slipped into five-inch gold sandals as Maggie brushed out my wig. "Let's wear something short for now." She smiled as she helped me with my wig then clipped on my earrings. "What about my nails?" I asked. "Dinnae worry aboot that beautiful, this is just the start of things. Ye will be quite perfect by the end o today." She laughed in her slight burr. I loved getting all dressed up and going out with Maggie, no one ever gives me a weird look. I do get a lot of admiring glances though, which I love. There is nothing like a man leering at you as you fix your lipstick or brush hair out of your eyes. Once at the salon they brought me into a private room and made me undress and slip on a robe. Three hours later I was completely hair-free except for the triangle in my black panties. I had new D cup boobs attached to my chest and the tightest corset cinching me in. I had hair extensions that came down to the middle of my back, and my hair was dyed a little lighter blonde with darker streaks. Making me look fabulous. The girls also filled in and shaped my eyebrows and added lash extensions. I had my lips plumped and my ears pierced, everything I had wanted to do for years. I can't believe Lola was initiating all of this. My favorite was my nail tips, one of the salon girls gave me long red fingernails to match my lips and then match my toes. The only thing I didn't love was my outfit. It definitely wasn't something Maggie or I would pick for myself. I was wearing black pantyhose and a black lace bra. Over that I wore a long- sleeve bright red turtleneck, that was so tight my boobs looked huge. I also had on a long black leather skirt that came down just below the knee. And last but not least were my knee-high black leather boots with a five-inch heel. They were very tight on my legs and with them and the tight skirt it made me walk very straight. Red lipstick, big round clip- on earrings complimenting my new gold opal studs, and dark glasses. I looked very different, Maggie said I looked like an Italian model. Thank God I didn't look like Linda the real estate agent, Lola would have hated that. I'm sure that's how I looked when I walked in here originally. Maggie dropped me off at the house. "This is yer test run, A think Lola juist wants tae talk. Call me if you need me, I'll be home." Maggie seemed a little apprehensive to leave, but I was interested in what Lola had cooked up. We had two more days left until Friday. I was home alone admiring my new look. I loved the hair, the boobs, and makeup but I still wasn't feeling the outfit. I very rarely wore leather and my skirt was so tight, but my ass looked great. I was in the kitchen and I heard the front door slam shut before I realized Lola was there. I didn't recognize her, she had on a bulky sweater, black jeans, and work boots. I was wondering if this is what I had to get used to for the next couple of weeks, her new look. Her hair wasn't that long to begin with and most of it was piled into a baseball hat. She had on dark sunglasses and took them off as she got close. "Let me see you," she said in a dark gruff voice. I was suddenly nervous. "Okay," I squeaked and turned around so she could see my new outfit. "Good," she told me. "Very good, you look much more like a slut now. I bet you can even walk in those boots, heh." My sweater was very tight showcasing way too much of my boobs and I suddenly felt that Lola wasn't admiring it, I think she was mad at me for looking this good. She grabbed my hair. "This much blonde must of cost a fortune." She threw it back at me with disgust. Something was wrong and I was wishing Maggie was here. "Is everything okay?" I asked. "Why are you dressed like that?" I took a step back and tried to defuse the situation. "Would you like a drink?" She put back on the glasses so I couldn't read her eyes. "I don't care, something strong." Lola wasn't a drinker, unlike Maggie and me, so I didn't know what she meant. I made her a Gin and tonic, taking my time so I didn't have to be in the same room as her for a while to get my bearings. Once I was done she grabbed it from me and drank it in one gulp. "Okay, let's get this over with," she threatened. "Get over here." She then started rubbing my breasts. "These tits are huge, what were you thinking." "Why you don't like them, they are just D cups. The girls at the beauty salon said they went perfectly with my figure," she scoffed. "Your figure, God you are such a sissy." She spun me around harshly and struck me in the ass with a loud smack. "Now come here." She then grabbed my wrist and pulled me into her. I felt my breasts press against her flatter chest. I didn't like this at all, I was a little off- balance. "God you got so much hair. I hate it. I hate living with another woman. I hate smelling that fucking perfume." Lola was shorter than me and with my five-inch heels, I was high above her. The top of her head almost came up to my nose. She then pushed me against the kitchen table. She was always very strong and I felt her hold me down on the table as she roughly rubbed my breasts and she ground her crotch against me. She pulled up my sweater and played with my breasts through the bra. "Of course you had to find the girliest bra in the world." She then backed up and went to her pants zipper. It was then I noticed the outline of her monster cock in her jeans. I was hoping it was only the eight-inch one and not something bigger. She had an evil grin as she started to take the cock out of her pants. It was the one with the belt and not the foot-long one, thank God. "You are going to have to suck this, sweetheart. Wives have to take care of their husbands." I looked at her astonishingly. "You never did that to me." She got madder and pulled me on my feet again. "Get down and suck this cock, I don't want to hear any bullshit." "I don't understand," I said. "Why are you so angry, I thought you were okay with my dressing." Before I got down on my knees I had to unzip my skirt and then I looked at the black cock making its way to my mouth. "Can't we go in the bedroom?" Shaking her head she said, "Bedroom, you take care of your husband where ever he wants you to. c'mon get to it." And I did. It wasn't the first fake cock in my mouth, and it wouldn't be my last, but I didn't enjoy it. She was too rough and she started pulling my hair to take it deeper. "Come on slut, swallow it all." "I can't stop forcing me like this. I know how to suck cock." She laughed. "Of course you do, you have always been a fucking sissy. Always." I then got up and pushed her away. "Get out of here asshole. What is wrong with you tonight? This is not how it was supposed to go." She shook her head. "How what is supposed to go? You wanted to be a woman. This is how some women like to be treated." "They do not," I protested, visibly shaken. She then came very close to me and grabbed my sweater. "THIS is what I like and you never gave it to me. Some women do like this, of course not YOU. Shit! You've always been a little fuckin' girl." She pushed me and then took her hair out of the hat and made a call on her phone. Three minutes later there was a loud car horn, and she was gone. I called Maggie and she came over. I changed and put on a nightgown and robe, thinking how great my hair and breasts looked, by the way. What a way to end such a great day. There was no way I was going through with Lola's plan anymore. Maggie looked more upset than me. "Are ye alricht, what coud o gone wrong?" When I told her she said she wasn't surprised. She told me Lola had been trying to end this for a while. "This is ma fault A wis takin too long. I also think she wis teachin you a lesson. It's no easy bein a woman, ye know?" I put my head on her shoulder and finally cried. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I know." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I didn't hear from Lola by Friday, so I didn't really know what was happening, and frankly, I didn't really care. I still had the next couple of weeks off so I was still going to dress up. Maggie stopped by early to make sure I was alright and to help me dress. "If she comes by, I'm not letting her in," I told Maggie. "I think she went a little crazy, I'm too scared to see her." Maggie silently picked me out a dress. She called from inside the closet. "Dinnae worry aboot her, we wont see her for a long while." Soon I was wearing a short navy blue dress with white polka dots. It was very low cut and it showed off my D cups perfectly. I slipped on five-inch open toe pumps, then she helped me with my hair. "Hou dae ye feel now?" she asked. "So much better," I said. "Thank you." She smiled and brought me into the living room where we had coffee and she painted my nails. "A juist want ye tae know, Lola had very little tae do with whats gonna happen today." I was a little perplexed. "It was my idea, just enjoy yourself, I will call you tomorrow." "Wait." I held her wrist. "What do you mean it was your idea?" She sat back down, "You better get me another coffee." I was a little confused and I couldn't imagine there was something complicated going on. "Well," she said, "remember when Lola originally told you she was setting up a time for you to dress. Well, that's when she started seeing a man from her work. She figured she would keep you busy while she could have her big affair." I remembered seeing less of her, and she was always on edge. Maggie continued. "When A heard whit she wis gonna do, A wis mad, she wantit tae get ye an escort. A telt her A will tak care it. An A did, A juist didnt' think it would tak so long tae find the right person." "So she's been with this guy this whole time?" I asked. "Since last November, she just wanted tae stay wi him. I begged her tae let ye doun easy. Actually A'm glad A wis able tae tell ye myself." I smiled. I loved Maggie more than anyone in this world. We finished our coffee then she kissed me goodbye. I was still confused, but now I couldn't wait to see how this would play out. I was on edge the rest of the day. Maggie texted me and said be ready by six. I cleaned up a little and fixed my hair and makeup, I then turned to some light R&B on the TV. I heard the door as I was putting on a little Chanel No. 5. "Sabrina?" I heard a dark deep voice from the front of the house. My knees buckled a little bit and I held on to the sink. "I'm home, baby. Where are you?" I walked out slowly in my pumps and short dress. I saw him as he was taking off his jacket and tie. He was very tall with a dark complexion, and he had nice strong looking arms. "Ah, there she is," He walked over and handed me a bouquet. "This is for my beautiful wife, and I have to say you look incredible." I smiled, and I was speechless. He towered over me and he bent down to kiss me on the cheek. I went to put the flowers in a vase. I called in from the kitchen with a tremor in my voice. "Would you like a drink?" "Sure," he said. "Anything, you know what I like." I made grapefruit margaritas just to bide my time, while I tried to focus and not remain so nervous. I brought them in on a tray and set them on the coffee table. He took my hand and we sat down on the couch. With drinks in hand, he told me, "I love your hair. Did you do something different with it?" I giggled. Maybe I will enjoy this. "Yes, the girls at the salon made it so much lighter. They also pierced my ears." I drew back my hair and showed him the little quartz studs. He had a big smile on his face as we said 'cheers' and his eyes never left mine. I started looking around the living room and noticed not one picture of Lola was here, and we had a lot of them. She seemed to be erased. There were also things strewn around that I didn't even recognize, they must be my 'new husbands.' I didn't ask any questions I was having a little too much fun. We chilled for a little while listening to music and finishing our drinks, I was enjoying myself being in the arms of a man. He made me lean more into him when I put my glass down. I had my head on his chest and his hand went to my breasts, my new big breasts. "Sabrina you feel wonderful." I was going to tell him the same but I realized I didn't know his name. I didn't know my 'husband's' name. I giggled at that thought and turned to look up at him. He kissed me lightly and I melted into his arms again. After dinner, and after more cuddling on the couch we decided to go into bed. I couldn't imagine sleeping in the same bed with such a large man. I have been sleeping by myself for so long. I put on my new nightie. It was white satin with matching panties and bra. I also slipped on sheer white thigh highs and white high heels. I'm sure my husband will love it. I watched him undress before he went in the shower and he retrieved a couple of items from one of the draws. I was looking forward to the rest of the night, though I was very nervous. I have never been fully with a man before, and I don't really know what to expect. I sat at the vanity and took off my makeup, and waited, I didn't know how he would react without seeing me all glammed up. I was glad I had such long eyelashes and the mascara was still going to be on. So far so good though, I sat and waited. As I looked in the mirror I decided to at least wear some smudge-proof lipstick, so I could keep it on all night. My lips were perfect and purple as I looked towards the door. He was dry and in his briefs as he came out of the bathroom. "Can I see what you have on beautiful?" he asked. I stood up and showed him, spinning as I got closer. He had such a nice smile on his face I knew he was enjoying the view. I took off the nighty and showed him what lurked beneath. The snugness of my silky panties was making me feel so feminine. I posed a little bit and turned around so he could admire my ass. Maggie teases me that it's my best feature. He then sat down and pulled me gently onto his lap. "I can't wait to show you off at the family reunion on Sunday." I was stunned and I felt myself grow even smaller. "Sunday? What are we doing?" He laughed. "You remember at Dockweiler Picnic Area. My brothers do this every year. I can't wait until you meet them, AND my father." I played along, not knowing if this was a real thing or not. "That's right," I cooed. "I have been looking forward to it for months." I kissed him and then he held my chin and slowly started giving me light kisses on my lips, cheeks, and chin. I felt like a porcelain doll. When his tongue entered my mouth I thought I would come right then. I felt the slight roughness of his cheeks as his lips got closer to my ear. "You taste so wonderful Sabrina," he said as I started to gyrate my bottom. I felt his cock start to grow even more. He was moaning as we were kissing. "Ah, Sabrina you always know exactly what I need," I giggled a little and started to play with the hair on his chest. His hands went to my large breasts as I bounced a little more on his cock. He started breathing a little heavily. "Sabrina, you are gonna make me cum moving like that. Baby that feels great." And cum he did I felt my panties get wet from him and I suddenly had an orgasm of my own. I made a tiny yelp as his cum flooded under me. I grabbed him around the neck and pushed my breasts against him. I was not expecting to be this excited, just by being so close to him. My panties were full of cum. We made out some more. I can't believe I just had the best sexual experience of my life, and not one orifice was violated. "Ha, that was wonderful," I cooed into my lover's ear. We laid down in the bed together, I thought it would be uncomfortable but it was the opposite. He laid on his back and he asked me to lean against him. "I want to sleep with my beautiful wife tightly against me. I want you near me all night," I was loving this. I just met this man four hours ago and now I was sleeping with him. And he was enjoying himself. I put one hand on his chest as I drew my silky body against him, putting one of my silky legs over him. He gave me one more kiss and I glided into a fantastic night's sleep. I woke up early, I had been excited all night and my panties were wet with pre-cum. I got up to make sure I looked presentable when 'my husband' awoke. I brushed my teeth and hair, so glad it was extensions, and put on a little more mascara. I tightened my bra to make my boobs a little higher and kissed my image in the mirror. "Sabrina you are one lucky girl," I whispered then I moved back to the bedroom amazed at the sight of the bed. A man under the covers, looking so relaxed and content. I slipped under the sheets and placed myself back on his chest. Twenty minutes later I felt him stir. He looked at me and my big eyes. "Good morning." "Good morning," I smiled back as he kissed me. He was hard most of the night and now he was tenting the sheets. He lay back down and I started playing with his hard cock. When I had morning wood, Lola would always tell me. "You caused that, so take care of it yourself." But I was thinking what a lovely gift to give someone to start their day. "Can I play with this, or is it too early?" I asked. "He smiled and kissed the top of my head again. I eased myself down into position and kissed his hard dick. I licked him from bottom to top as he moaned his approval. His hand played with my hair as I inched my way onto his cock. I loved the feeling of my lips being penetrated and I slowly descended onto his hard member, feeling every inch make its way to the back of my mouth. Up and down I went 'til I knew he couldn't take anymore. "Sabrina, I'm gonna cum, ahh." He then came inside my mouth. Whatever I couldn't catch I licked up when I was done. When he was all clean he pulled me up and gave me another kiss. "That is the best way to start the morning," he said. "Now let me take care of you." I smiled as he made me get on top of him, I was so ready anyway, and I was about to come myself. I felt him getting hard again as he started to rub against my pantyhose and crotch. I was still nicely tucked though I was extremely excited. I bent down to kiss him as our bodies rubbed together. I was loving how he was looking at me, lightly kissing my lips and chin as my hair dangled in his face. He then put his hands on my backside and I felt him push down making me grind on his hardening cock even more. "Look at me, baby," he whispered, "this is my favorite sight in the morning, my beautiful wife inches from me." I sighed as I watched him study me. With his eyes watching my lips, It didn't take long until I too started to cum. I yelped. "Oh my God, I'm cumming too baby... Oh, it feels so good." He laughed as I was breathing harder, obviously enjoying my time against his manhood. He grabbed my waist and we moved together causing friction between our hot bodies. Then when I was almost done I felt his cock start to shoot sperm again. He came so much that it landed on my bra and belly. I laid on him and felt the pulsing of his cock and wetness of his ejaculate on my body. I smiled and cuddled on his chest as our wetness meshed together. I never wanted to get out of our bed. We had breakfast on the back deck, it was beautiful out. I wished there were neighbors to see us together. "He grabbed my hand and made me sit in his lap. "What would you like to do today?" I was thinking I could stay in this position all day. "I would love to see Maggie," I told him. I wanted to talk about this wonderful man. "Okay," he said, "whatever my queen wants." He smiled and kissed me and we stayed like this most of the morning. Maggie and Russell came over about three and I could not wait to ask her about my new husband. When the bell rang I skipped to the door. "So glad you called," Maggie told me as we hugged. "Marc I want you to meet my husband Russell." As the two men shook hands I just realized what my new husband's name was. Oh my God, Marc was a perfect name. I had a deliriously stupid smile the rest of the afternoon. The four of us jumped into Marc's Jeep and we headed into the city. We went out for an early dinner because Marc wanted to get home by seven to get ready for the Family picnic tomorrow. I asked Maggie if that was a real thing. "Of course it is silly, why wouldn't be?" she teased. I just shrugged and we got in the Jeep to come back home. We were on the freeway. The red lights from the cars, the outline of the trees against the sky, it all looked so familiar but I knew it was different. Sitting in the passenger seat, enjoying being driven by a man who made love to me this morning. Maggie and Russell in the back and The Fifth Dimension streaming from the speakers. Once back at the house we all sat on the couch for a drink. Maggie and I excused ourselves to go outside in the back to talk. "Have you consummated your marriage yet?" she teasing asked. I looked at her slightly nervous. "No, not really. Why?" "Why?" she yelped. "Oh ma God, girl A thought ye were ready, are ye no? dae we have tae dae a little cleanse?" And we did. We told the men we were getting my outfit ready for tomorrow and she also showed me how to clean myself from the inside. "Yer'e as ready as ye will iver be. Juist enjoy yourself. Gin ye are havin fun sae will yer partner." She laughed and we went into the living room to finish our drinks. Once Maggie and Russell left, I excused myself to get ready in the bathroom. Marc used the shower in the back of the house. I wanted to showcase my gorgeous boobs. I slipped on crotchless sheer nude pantyhose, and a black cupless bustier, which I made as tight as I could by myself. My breasts looked so sexy. Next, I slipped into a long black silk nightgown. It had spaghetti straps and had a very wide front, showing my tits in all their glory. The long nightgown had two large slits for both my silky legs ending in six-inch black pumps. My toes painted white peaking out. I sat at my vanity brushing my long hair and then lightly powdering my face with a soft brush. I saw Marc through the mirror. He had on a tight tank top tee-shirt and white briefs. My reflection smiled at him as he walked over to me and kissed my neck. I saw him glimpse my cleavage as he looked in the mirror. He smiled. "Wow, that's a nice surprise," he said as his hands cupped my tits, and started rubbing. We continued to look at each other through the mirror. I then gazed at myself and said, "Sabrina it looks like you better take care of your husband." We laughed together as I stood up and thought how much I love tall men. I had to stand on my toes even in my heels to get to his waiting lips. We kissed as we gazed into each other's eyes. He was the first to speak. "You are a gift from heaven little girl." I giggled as he pulled me in closer and our lips touched. I felt like a porn star in my sexy nightgown. Marc's hands were all over me, first on my naked back then my ass. I was loving the feel of me pushing my breasts into him. I felt him get hard through his briefs and he put both his hands on my waist. He smiled at me and we started to dance to the light music that was playing from the living room. "Our first dance," he said. I put one hand on his amazing chest and another cupping his face. I reached up and kissed him. Our tongues danced and I felt him push into me even harder. My silky legs were moving down his hard ones. My long nails were scratching his chest. My breasts were heaving from my heavy breathing and he took hold of them as we kissed. "I want you." He smiled as he turned me around. I felt his hard cock push against my backside as I watched in the mirror. Sabrina was having a great time, I could tell from the smile on her face. I slid down his body and released his hard seven-inch cock, pulling down his briefs. I squatted in my heels 'til his hardness was in my eye-line. I felt myself move a little in my crotch and I repositioned. I slowly took him in my mouth, alternating kissing and sucking. He was so hard I grabbed it with my hand, feeling my fingernails lightly trail on the side of it. My hand looked so feminine holding a real man's cock. "Sabrina, I want to make love to you," I heard him whisper. I stood up and I fell back onto the bed, my legs dangling off. It was Marc's turn on his knees. His face moved up my leg moving the slit as he came close to my 'slit.' I felt him kiss the stockings on my legs, wondering why I waited so long for this. Of course, a real man was going to love me like this. Only a real man would want a woman dressing so sexy and smelling so sweet. Once his face was in my crotch I felt him kiss me and nuzzle the little triangle of hair. He then made his way up the rest of my body, I was so excited, this is what I needed in my life. There was no turning back, Sabrina was here to stay. He kissed my belly through the silk of my nightgown and finally made his way to the breast forms. He took both of them out of the silk and started sucking on my nipples. "I love a woman with beautiful breasts, baby yours are perfect." I was wishing they were real, but he was getting so much joy out of it I didn't really care. Marc got up and made me inch back on the bed. With a little KY, his fingers started to enter me. He kissed my thighs as his fingers played with my 'pussy.' "How does that feel baby girl?" He asked. "So good, baby. I think I'm ready." "Heh, anything for my beautiful wife." He got up and placed a pillow under my bottom and then aimed his cock at my waiting hole. Slowly I felt him tease me. "Put it in baby," I begged. "I need you in me. Please, I'm ready," he chuckled as he started to push inside me. I felt his cock make its way inside me. "How does it feel baby," He asked. "Oh my God Marc, I love it, don't stop," And he didn't. I felt the entire length of his dick fully inside me. I loved having his legs against my thighs knowing that I was able to take all of him. I was officially his woman, I was officially his wife. He started to fuck me more urgently. He took my legs and put them over his shoulders. I loved seeing my heels moving around his face. His cock was then making its way inside me even harder. I couldn't take much of it I thought I would explode. "Baby, you feel so good, I love your cock," He kept on pushing, then before I knew it he started to cum inside me. I felt his sperm hit the walls of my insides. My husband was cumming. "Baby girl, you feel so good, uhh, take all of it. Here it comes." He kept on plowing me until we were both completely drained. He crawled next to me and I felt his cum swim inside me. I had never felt so wonderful. He kissed me once more and we fell asleep totally satiated. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning We started to get ready for the party. I was amazed that the armoire and one of the closets were full of his clothes. He ruffled through the draws looking for something to wear. He just smiled at me and asked if I liked what he picked out. "Perfect of course," I said and started to get ready myself after we kissed. Maggie wanted me to wear something simple and comfortable, even though I was going to wear a corset. I put on dark blue panties. They were sheer in the front and had little bows stitched around the leg and waist. I had on a matching embroidered underwired full cup bra. With the corset and the bra, my bustline looked amazing. I slipped on a Navy blue floral button- up split dress, with a slight slit at the front showing off my legs. The hem came just below my knees and the dress clung to my curves. It was very sexy but also demure. Maggie didn't want me standing out too much at the picnic so I had to wear three-inch cork sandals showing off my pink toenails, which now matched my long pink fingernails. I brushed my long hair and draped it over my left shoulder and was then able to show off my big gold round earrings. My makeup was light too with just a hint of light pink lipstick and slightly dark eyes. Marc had on tan Khakis and a short-sleeved blue striped shirt. We looked perfect together, a perfect couple. I grabbed my matching bag and we headed to the jeep. We got to Dockweiler Picnic Area in LA a little early so we sat in the Jeep and looked out at the ocean. Over one of the areas with picnic tables was a huge sign, 'Rojas Family Picnic.' I pointed. "Is that where the party is going to be?" Marc smiled. "Yes, Mrs. Rojas." "Mrs. Rojas, that was me?" Sabrina Rojas, I loved it. I had a huge smile on my face while we were looking. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. "I love your hands, I love long fingernails and yours looks incredible." He kissed my fingers again. "But why aren't you wearing your wedding ring? People are going to talk." For some reason my heart stopped, I couldn't even answer the question. "I uh, I just forgot," I lied. He grabbed my hand again and slipped a ring on my ring finger. It was a round diamond on a simple gold band. I was dumbfounded and speechless, I never expected something like this, this fantasy was becoming more realistic by the minute. It wasn't even Lola's ring, I have never seen it before but I loved it. "Baby girl," Marc said, "promise you will never take it off again." I looked at the ring and then back at Marc. I kissed him and I felt myself starting to mist up. "I'm sorry. I will never take off my wedding band ever, it will always be on my finger. I'm sorry." We kissed and it was wonderful, I truly felt like a married woman in love. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, especially with my long pink nails, I looked like a perfect Sunday bride. I put my head on his shoulder as we gazed off back to the ocean. "What time is it? Is the party starting soon?" I asked. "No," he told me. "We have time, let's enjoy the view a little while longer. Numerous people were enjoying the sand and beach and some couples enjoying each other. Marc smiled at me and pointed. "Looks like that couple has a very public sex life." We laughed and I told him I knew someone like that. "It is only good if it is done right, both people should be comfortable. Don't you think?" I smiled and agreed. "We can make love too if you want?" I thought he was teasing me so I said, "Take me, right now lover." And I playfully pushed my breasts up for him to grab. "I have an idea," he told me. He made me get out of the Jeep as he slid into the passenger seat. He eyed me lovingly. "Hop on sweetheart," He told me patting his lap. I didn't know what to do but I climbed into the Jeep, on his lap and he shut the door. I inched up as he lifted my dress around me. "Take off your panties, baby," he whispered in my ear. There were a lot of people around and I was nervous. "Don't worry. Trust me," he told me. "Just imagine it's only us, we can stop if you want." I didn't want to stop. As he lifted me off to pull down his pants and underwear I slipped off my panties. I handed him a little KY from my pocketbook that he put on his cock which was already hard. "Okay, I'm going to lift you," He warned. "Hold on to your dress." He lifted me and I held my dress with one hand and my head with the other, almost hitting it on the ceiling of the Jeep. I felt the tip of his dick at the entrance to my 'pussy' and slowly I descended on it. I couldn't believe I was surrounded by people and we were about to make love, I caught eye contact with a couple of people walking by. He let go of my waist once I was completely on his hard member. "How does that feel, baby?" he whispered. "Mmm," was all I could manage, with the anxiousness and excitement taking hold of me. I moved my butt around until I was completely on his lap. We were just a man and wife taking in a day at the park. His cock was totally inside of me. I felt his hardness as I moved and slowly bounced on his cock. "My wife is loving this," he teased. "I want you to feel me." He moved a little more. "How was that my little queen?" he asked. "I loved it, but someone is looking at us and coming our way." "Don't worry he said, I will get rid of them." He kissed my neck and a stranger came up to the Jeep's window. While I was on Marc's lap I was eye to eye with the stranger, while my husband's dick was completely inside me. "Marc you made it." "We did," he said as his hand went through the window in front of me. "I'd like you to finally meet my wife, Sabrina. Sabrina this is Alejandro, my brother." Alejandro bent into the window and kissed me on the cheek. Oh my God, I was so embarrassed, Marc's cock was getting harder by the second as we were talking to his brother. I felt like I was going to pass out I was so excited, I tried to keep a straight face and not make any noise while his brother asked us questions. "Well come on in now, I will get Rita," he said. Marc called through the window, while still working his cock inside me. "Okay, we will meet you let me just close up the Jeep," Alejandro walked off and I was so relieved. "Did you like that baby?" he whispered in my ear. "Yes." I couldn't say much I was too excited, I need to come. He played with my breasts as he kissed my neck and hair. Inching up into my bottom with his manhood. "I can tell you like it," he asked. "I do, you feel so good inside me," I cooed some more as he pistoned again and again. He suddenly hit a spot that I was unfamiliar with and I let out a moan. I then put my hands on his lap and started to move higher and then lower on his cock. Each time I was having spasms in my ass and I was starting to get over-excited. "I think I'm going to cum, Marc. I don't want to get my dress wet." He grabbed some tissues and placed them over me, I wasn't hard but I was definitely going to cum. I suddenly felt his jism shoot up inside me as I started to cum myself. His hands holding in front the big wad of tissues, hidden under my dress. I thought I would faint I was cumming so much. He kissed my neck again as I felt him wipe away some of the cum from my front. Instantly I started coming again, barely Marc made it to clean me with the tissues. He then started coming himself as he buried his face in my hair. "Beautiful Sabrina, I have never come so much in my life. You are the perfect bride." With pride on my face, we slowly disengaged. I had to wipe us both clean, thank God he had hand wipes in the car. I had to lift off his lap and hop out of the jeep to finish cleaning him off. When he was done he took my hand and kissed it. "You know, my father and stepmother are expecting grandchildren soon," He watched my eyes light up as he said that. I then kissed him again. He was pushing all the right buttons literally and figuratively. We walked towards the party with me imagining in nine months I would be fully pregnant with his child. His parents would be so proud of us. When we got to the gate, I was given a name tag that said 'Mrs. Sabrina Rojas', I loved my new name. I didn't even remember my old one as we met relative after relative. I had never been so happy, this is what's been missing in my life, someone who loves me. "Finally," Marc said. "Here comes my father," I looked over and an older version of Marc was coming toward us. I couldn't wait to introduce myself. Just as we got to him a woman came into view his wife. Marc grabbed his father. "Dad, so happy to see you, how was the trip?" Just then I couldn't hear anything. I looked at the woman staring at me with a huge smile on her face. She grabbed my hands. "Sabrina?" I froze. "Mom? I mean, I'm sorry, Mrs. Rojas." She shook her head. The men were talking and she grabbed my hands a little tighter. "Sabrina, finally I get to meet the real you. All of these years, you have always hidden away. You are so beautiful." I couldn't believe it, I felt faint. Here was my Mother. And she now knew of me, Sabrina, all these years keeping her in the dark and now she knows. Everybody knows. She hugged me for a long time. When we finally let go the two men were next to us. My Mother spoke to all of us. "Gentlemen, this is my daughter... And surprisingly enough we have the same name. I met Marc's father, Sam, and we headed into the tent again to meet even more people. When I was alone with my Mother we sat and drank sangria close to the water. "Here's to my fourth daughter." She smiled. I had to ask her. "I haven't seen you in six years where is Dad? What happened in Clearwater?" "Your Dad is still in Florida, where he will stay." She shook her head. "Sam and I left together, we met when I first joined Scientology. Your father became a little too obsessed. I have been living with Sam for some time. We married two years ago." I didn't know what to say. My parents were involved in Scientology and disowned me, they said I was a suppressive person. I haven't spoken to either of them in years. My three sisters were scattered around the US and I rarely speak to any of them either. And now Marc is my Mother's stepson. "I called you several times, Lola would never let me talk to you. I didn't want to surprise you or lay any kind of trip on you," She took my hand and looked at the wedding ring Marc gave me. "It's beautiful, I helped him pick it out you know. He is a wonderful person, Maggie and I knew he would be perfect for you." I was speechless, my Mother had her hand in this too. I asked her, "Do you know Maggie?" "I do. When she told me you were finally getting away from that monster Lola, we decided to get you two together. I have to say you look perfect together," I laughed, I was so confused. I couldn't wait to call Maggie and tell her. We all said goodbye and we vowed to stay in touch. I wanted my mother to come visit when things settled down. When I finally confronted Maggie about everything she said, "Your Mother and I were planning on finding you the perfect husband, little did we know he was closer we thought. like Mother like Daughter. Marc was on board right away but once I sent him your pictures he couldn't wait. He could not believe a beautiful woman like you was single. And you weren't. Ha." We laughed. "And you still aren't." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Needless to say, that two weeks with Marc, has become four months so far. Also, my Mother and Sam moved into the downstairs apartment after I sent all of Lola's items to her new address. I even met Lolas' boyfriend. His name was Devon, or Troy or Tom or something, he had eczema and he wore gloves, those little black cotton ones. The End