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{ASSM} Threesome Part 10/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc.
The sex scenes in this story are raw, cooked, scrambled, and coddled.
No violence or force, but that doesn't necessarily mean the
characters are always nice to each other.
This is a fiction. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead
is purely coincidental. It may not remain that way of course -- life
sometimes imitates art.
If you aren't old enough to read this lawfully, wait. If it's
worth reading it'll still be around. If not, no great loss. Of
course I hope it will still be worth reading, and will appreciate
anyone letting me know what they think: VickieTern@aol.com.
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive.
Threesome 10/13
by Vickie Tern
"That's right!" she said. "Lay on the eye make-up, too! Oh, and
for fun, plan to wear this. You'll feel less inhibited." She held
out a blonde wig, sort of cute in its way, round and curly.
Bubble-headed. Ditzy. "You'll enjoy everything more, if we get
lucky. Pin it so it can't possibly come off. You know the eye
shadow shades that go with this?"
"Yes, of course," I replied, staring at it. "But why the wig?
Francesca's hairdo is still...."
"Because blondes have more fun," she said shortly. Again, she
wasn't prepared to tell me. So be it. Then, "So it'll be quite
impossible for anyone to recognize you."
"I don't mind being recognized, now," I said. "The old Joe is
gone. Now I'm Joy to the world!"
While I was smiling over my pun, Elaine simply said, "Someone might
mind recognizing you, babydoll." Then she disappeared into the
shower herself.
She certainly did mean for me to be a mantrap! When she reappeared
in my room fully dressed I was putting the final strokes onto the
outfit she'd laid out for me. Silver chain necklaces lay across my
upthrust breasts as they bulged out of my leather bustier, and
instead of the white stockings that might have toned down my white
leather outfit I was wearing black with silver-metallic glinting.
Thigh boots as high-heeled as they were long! Talk about sluttish?
Yet she was herself wearing a simple, elegantly tasteful little
black dress of her own, the one with a high black satin collar.
Attractive, but not especially sexy. I raised one of my arched,
overplucked eyebrows. She ignored it.
"That's my girl!" she said with a huge smile. "I knew that
miniskirt would be perfect! Glove leather! Look how softly it
drapes over your crotch, tucking into your pussy! Or it would if
you had one. Which reminds me, are you well-gaffed?"
"Yes," I said. "And I've douched too, the way I've done it for
weeks now when I've expected that men might request certain favors.
No need to ask. Why do you ask?"
"Because tonight, lover, I want you free-swinging. Let your
properties all hang out. Take off the gaff! Take off those french
lace panties too. As I told you, I don't want you feeling
inhibited in any way!"
"This is a very short skirt," I said, doubtful of the proprieties.
"I know!" Elaine replied. "I know! Trust me on this, lover! Oh,
and pop this. Only a mild tranquillizer. Nothing to slow you
down." I did.
As we settled into the car, Elaine driving, she looked me over once
again. I tugged my skirt down to cover the tip of my cock, which
was just barely hinted at the edge of my hem. "Perfect!" she said,
noticing. "I want you a little bit exposed! And those huge eyes
go perfectly with your hair. You look like a woman without a care
in the world or a thought in your head!"
"Thank you," I said, genuinely pleased. "Wherever we're going
tonight, honey, I hope you'll remind me to act like a lady in case
I forget. I still don't know if Miss Caroline took me to a proper
restaurant while I was there, and taught me how to behave,,or if
she only told me that was what she was doing.
"Oh, you'll know what to do tonight," she said. "Not all of the
men who've been in your ass lately have been imaginary!"
Which didn't exactly seem to answer what I had asked her.
We pulled up to the main entrance of the nicest hotel in town, and
when the valet parking attendants saw us they leaped to open our
doors. Elaine gave hers a huge, beaming smile, so I did the same
with mine, but in the special way I'd been taught. He'd been
grinning at me in a welcoming sort of way, almost leering. I swept
my eyes up his body from his knees to his forehead, pausing en
route at his crotch. Then I looked him in the eyes and said,
"Thank you, I always enjoy young men like you," and smiled as
brilliantly as I could. His jaw dropped and his eyes rolled back,
as if he were cumming in his pants. I swept on, my cock and
artificial balls barely covered by my supple white leather skirt.
I wondered if the globes of my ass were visible. When I glanced
back to see who saw, the car valet was still standing there,
staring at my rear, still holding the car door open.
Elaine took due note. "Perfect!" she said with a wide smile, yet
again. "You really did learn a few things, didn't you? I must
remember that one!"
"It' fun!" I agreed, sharing another giggly glance at my new
girlfriend. I loved those moments. "But can we eat? I've had
nothing all day, and I've been on that liquid diet for weeks!"
"Just wait, sweetheart! You'll get your dinner." She was scanning
the lobby. Some kind of convention was taking place, older balding
men standing flat-footed in groups with younger, keen-looking men
on their toes, chatting and eyeing each passing delegate's name
tag. "Welcome Wholesale Druggists" said a banner over the
registration desk.
"Of course! The bar!" she said suddenly.
Opening off the huge lobby's chromium glitz was a woodpaneled
cocktail lounge designed to look like a British Pub. Already
crowded. We approached it, Elaine looked in, then seized my arm
and propelled me through and over to a booth just being vacated.
"There!" she said. "Just in time. Those two guys in the lobby had
gotten tired of trying to look up your skirt and had just decided
to walk over and introduce themselves!"
"I hadn't noticed," I said. "But isn't that why we're here?"
"No," my wife said, seating herself at the booth while I did the
same. "Look straight ahead of you there at those two men leaning
toawrd each other. At the bar. That's why we're here."
I looked. Two stocky, muscular, well-dressed men in easy,
confident conversation, one with his back toward me gesturing as if
selling something to the other man, who glanced at him now and then
and nodded.
"So?" I asked. "What's so special about them? "Steve was better
built. And Brian too!" If there was a Brian, I thought to myself.
A waiter came and took our drink orders. And almost immediately
returned with them. With my tummy empty, one swallow and I got
tipsy all at once.
Elaine returned to the matter at hand. "Think, Joy! A wholesale
druggist's convention! Pharmaceuticals!"
Of course! My lips parted and my eyes opened wide! Now I really
do look like a blonde bimbo, I thought. My eyes opened even wider!
The man at the bar facing me grinned to himself and muttered
something to the other man, who then half-turned to look at our
reflections in the mirror over the bar. I looked at his.
It was Tim all right! The same arrogant posture, leaning way back
and declaring his opinions with broad gestures. To some fool
listening to him.
I looked at Elaine. She was watching me in triumph, eyes
smouldering, delighted with my reaction to her little surprise!
I was amused by her subterfuge. "Is that why we're here, Elaine?
You want to meet up with Miss Rebecca's ex? Take him to bed, now
that he's an ex? And I'm here to take his friend there off your
hands? Is he expecting us?"
"No, honey. He isn't expecting us. And he isn't an ex yet --
that's what they're still negotiating. And I don't mean to take
him to bed, now or ever again. Not Tim, anyway."
"What then?" I tried to sober up, but instead took another swallow
from my glass. "Elaine, this is dangerous! I guess he can't tell
who I am, and he's looking straight at me now, checking me out. I
guess I do look different! Especially with this wig!" Despite my
surprise and tension I smiled at that realization. His companion
of many late night beer and boasting sessions, while our wives were
getting it on together upstairs, no way resembled the doll-faced
blonde he was looking at in the mirror. He thought my smile was
for him and he smiled back at my reflection. My God!
I turned to face Elaine. She still looked like a cat with a canary
in its mouth. "He'll kill you when he recognizes you, Elaine!," I
said, alarmed. "He'll be furious! You're the woman who alienated
his wife's affection, remember? The co-respondent in a
mean-tempered divorce? Let's get out of here!!" I started to
rise.
"Stay where you are!" Tense, hard, ruthless! I was shocked! I
had never heard Elaine use such a tone of voice. Not with me! She
sipped from her own drink. Then she continued more quietly, "No,
I dont think he wants to kill me. We've gotten on pretty well
since he caught us. We have our arrangements!"
I persisted. I was so anxious I had to stop and deliberately call
back my feminine voice -- I'd lost it a moment ago! "Elaine, Tim
never struck me as a good sport! He's hates to lose! Please,
let's leave."
"Joy, listen to me."
"What?!"
"Tim's being here is why we're here!"
"What?"
"It's payback time. Just listen, they'll be here in another minute
or two I'm sure. You wanted to stay with me. To do that you
needed to become a woman. Miss Caroline accomplished that miracle,
and very satisfactorily too. Her services don't come cheap.
Obliging studs like Steve and Duncan are top drawer, expensive to
keep on call. But worth it, didn't you think?"
I smiled despite myself. The feel of those heavy cocks and the
taste of all that cum returned to my memory and my mouth. A faint
pungency in the nose. Yum. Inadvertently my hips wriggled against
the back of the booth. I recalled that Steve once took me in my
ass and brought me off twice without cumming at all. He'd fucked
my brains out so throughly I couldn't see straight when we were
done, so I had to feel my way along the walls as I staggered to
bed, my rear end dripping.
"And Flora may be a registered nurse devoted to serving mankind,
and she is just that, but she's also a high priced call girl. And
she's served you well in both capacities. Hasn't she?"
"Yes," I had to agree. "She taught me a lot about pleasing men.
And women!"
"Well, Joy, it's Rebecca who paid your tuition and board at Miss
Caroline's! And your medical bills. And provided generous tips
for everyone when we left there this morning. Because they did
such a fine job with you."
This was baffling. Rebecca wanted me to succeed, to be
successfully feminized? She'd hoped I'd fail! To be rid of me!
"The boys did a fine job with you too, I noticed!" I said a little
cattily. I wasn't jealous. I liked knowing that my wife enjoyed
herself with other men! I was merely pointing out that the tuition
payments weren't all for my education. Byt my mind was still
whirling! Why would Rebecca do that, pay for me to become the
woman of my wife's dreams? Spite? Revenge? As a gift from her to
my wife?
"Yes, those boys gave me the best fucks I've ever had! You know
that, Joy, you saw! They're tremendous lovers! My regular
boyfriends are nowhere near as dedicated. But remember, they
didn't fuck me for just me. Even then they were fucking me for
you!"
"For me!"
"Poor Joy, you're addled! Yes, to rid you of all your male
exclusive proprietary feelings about me. To rid you of jealousy!
And it worked! I can fuck anyone now, and you don't mind, isn't
that true?"
"Of course I don't mind, Elaine! I love it! I'm happy for you!
You're your own woman. I'm mine."
"Did you feel like that before you saw me getting it on every
morning? Before you also became promiscuous, a girl who also loves
cock?"
"No, of course not. Before Miss Caroline's, the thought of you
with Rebecca roiled my stomach. And when you told me about Gary,
and Michael, and your other partners, I felt depleted. Less than
a man!"
"But now you're not a man. You're a woman like me!"
"Yes." I had to admit the truth of that. I'd seen Elaine in
sublime sexual throes so often, and she'd seen me the same way, all
we could possibly do was wish each other joy with each other's men.
"Those studs liberated us, sweetheart. To become close friends,
the dearest of girlfriends. No longer a husband and a wife but a
loving couple. And I do love you Joy, with all my heart."
I was moved by that. "Me too" I cried in my high pitched voice,
near tears. I reached over and took Elaine's hand and squeezed it.
We were two women offering each other affectionate consolation and
the deepest of heartfelt love.
After a moment Elaine swallowed, and then in a husky voice returned
to her revelation. "Well, Rebecca paid for Miss Caroline's
services for both of us. To rid me of what you were, and to give
you back to me as what you are. For herself too, honey!"
"To give me back to you? I wanted her gone! Away! And that's the
way she wanted me! How for herself?"
"I'll explain later. Can you trust me now?"
She was near tears. So was I, seeing how close she was. "Yes, of
course, darling, with all my heart," I said.
"Joy, we owe her. She made it possible for us to remain together.
There was no other way. And now it's possible for us to repay her.
There's this one last thing you need to do, and then we're together
for the rest of our lives. As man and wife, as lesbian lovers, as
girlfriends together on the town, whatever we wish. It's nothing
you haven't done before. You've now done it often, easily, and
with enormous pleasure. But it might hurt your pride this time,
because this time it's a little different."
"What is? How do we repay her?"
"We're here to pick up Tim so you can have sex with him! You'll
take him to bed. You'll blow him, and let him fuck you! Ass or
tits or both!"
I felt chilled. I hated that man!
"But you won't reveal who you are to him. Or that you still have
male genitals! You'll keep them exposed, but he won't see them
till the last possible moment!"
My stomach turned over. I was silent.
"That's what you'll do, Joy,!" Her voice was level. She smiled at
me, but her words came out like chipped ice. "Do it, and we'll all
live happily ever after. Don't do it, and listen! I'll leave you
right now. You have no money. And I've changed the locks at home,
and there's no key under the mat. Before morning you'll be turning
tricks on skid row for hotel money and your first square meal in a
month! You must be starved now! Eat Tim! Does that make your
decision easier?"
Did she mean it? "I can't," I said. "When he sees what I am he'll
kill me!"
She reached into her purse and handed me what looked like a large,
flesh-colored sanitary napkin covered with adhesive. "No. Trust
me on that. Here. Paste this onto your crotch. It'll hide your
cock and balls for the first unveiling. Take it off as soon as
possible, but when he won't notice." She paused, and in a mocking
voice added, "Not that there's anything much there, Joy! A teeny
clit and fake balls. Girly testicles! My big girly man! You're
a woman now! Well, be a woman, Joey! Seduce him!"
"Elaine!" I cried in an oddly bimbo-like squeak. "He'll know!"
She turned up her eyes disbelievingly, disgusted by such an excuse.
I plowed on. "But even if he doesn't recognize me, he's an
arrogant bastard. I hate to speak for Rebecca, but it's true,
she's well rid of him! Why use me just to get even with him? Why
demean me?"
"Joy, he's taking her for everything! In the divorce settlement,
he's demanded everything from her but the clothes on her back!
Because of me. Because the woman you love loves her too! He's
threatened to name me in court as her partner in adultery. That's
blackmail in a way, but it works! If he does that it'll destroy my
credibility with every respectable firm in town. Yours too, you
know. Maybe our marriage along with it. Who'd hire you, a
laughingstock, a man who suddenly thinks he's a woman and is
married to a dyke, and shares her with another dyke in her own home
and claims she knows nothing about it? Think of the ridicule!
What does that make you?"
It makes me pretty much what I am, I thought. But the world would
think me some kind of idiotic pervert. And here was an argument I
ghad to weigh seriously. Rebecca had yielded to Tim's vindictive
demands partly to protect her old girlfriend and her old
girlfriend's husband.
"I see," I said.
"Rebecca gave in to him for us! Do this thing, Joy! He'll be here
in a moment. Put this room key in your purse. Paste that napkin
on now. When he recognizes me and comes over, take him upstairs
and fuck his brains out. Let him think you're a woman for as long
as you can. That's what you are now, aren't you? Then reveal what
you were! Show him your dick and your bag of balls! Humiliate
him! The room's all arranged, it's all paid for. There'll be no
questions. Have sex with him. Leave a light on by the bed, it'll
seem more romantic."
"How does that punish him?" I asked. "How does she get even?"
"The room is bugged. There are microphones and cameras and video
cameras everwhere. Everything you do will be recorded. The
pictures will show Tim having sex with a man. A shemale, but
still, a man with a cock and balls. That's why we wanted you to
keep your balls, for something like this. Or a semblance of your
balls. I'll turn the tapes and pictures over to Rebecca, and then
if he claims in court that she slept with me, she can show that he
slept with you! That should level the playing field for any final
settlement! Believe me, he isn't man enough to take what his
buddies would dish out, once they saw him fuck a queer!"
I was morose, silent. Where had I heard about level playing fields
before? All this was reminding me of my former life, when I still
thought I was a man. Now I had to play a queer man!
Elaine waited no longer. She wriggled part-way out of the booth
and turned her head toward Tim and his friend. Tim was still
looking me over in the mirror over the bar, an unattached blonde
bimbo. But now, startled, he turned and looked directly at Elaine.
Instant recognition! Elaine smiled and waved a hand at him, then
slid back into the booth and turned back to me.
Her voice grew harder. "Joy. This is what it's all about. This
is what Becky and I have had in mind for you ever since you offered
to move in with us. Prove your loyalty, make us glad we agreed to
take you in. We want you to humiliate Tim beyond recovery by
having sex with him. You're a trained and experienced cock sucker.
Go get your picture taken sucking his cock and getting your ass
fucked. You owe Rebecca! Then she'll have gotten her money's
worth from Miss Caroline's. Maybe more than her money's worth, if
he's really embarrassed. That's not for either of us to say. Do
it and I won't feel I owe her. And you won't need to feel you owe
her either, even though as far as we're concerned, Miss Caroline is
the only reason we're still together. It's Tim or the streets for
you now, lover!"
I stared at her. I saw no way out. I made up my mind. "What if
he's a lousy fuck?" I asked her.
She laughed and relaxed. I'd agreed! "You'll love it, sweetie,"
she said. "He's a big boy. Wait and see!"
I was about to ask her how she knew when a waiter suddenly appeared
with two more drinks for us. Behind him carrying their own drinks,
looking eager and smug, were Tim and the other man. Why not? They
thought they'd secured some great cunt for the night! Tim has for
sure, I thought to myself as I pressed the pink napkin onto my
mound. My clit and dangling implants disappeared under it.
"Ellie!" Tim said in his hearty, polite, deal-closing salesman's
voice. "I was sure it was you! Imagine my surprise! It's been a
while! May we join you?" He slid his bulk in alongside my wife
without awaiting an answer. I looked up and smiled hesitantly at
him, then at the other man, and then slid over. Now I was trapped
in the booth. "This great guy here is Cal! No last names, he's
married!" Tim winked at me. "Are you, Miss? Or as they say,
maybe you're between engagements?" He chuckled. "I'm Tim! I've
known your friend here for ages! She and my almost-ex-wife were
roommates in college."
"I'm Joy, honey," I said, reaching across the table to take his
hand, and then trailing my nails on his palm as I let go. "What a
big hand you have, Tim!"
"Joy," he repeated, distracted but attempting even so to look
intensely into my eyes, as if instantly smitten. Corny? I looked
away with a faint smile. Let him come on to me a while longer!
"Hello, Cal," I added, turning my head and offering him my hand
also.
Tim put his arm around Elaine's shoulders. "Cal, this here is a
wonderful woman! Truly awesome. She lives here in town. My wife
and I used to stay at her house, they knew each other in school.
Well, a year or so ago I leaned on her a little and persuaded her,
and this little lady opened her legs to me like Santa opening a bag
of toys. Then there was no stopping either of us. I'd crawl out
of her crotch whenever her husband came home of course, but not
always even then. My wife knew, but what could she do? Her
husband never caught on, can you imagine? Nice enough guy, we'd
sit and talk when the women went upstairs and did their beauty
things. Then I'd yawn and go to bed, and he'd go to bed, and in a
little while Ellie here would come to my bed, if she wasn't already
there waiting when I arrived! This is one hot woman! When I
wasn't available, would you believe it, she gets it on with my
wife? My wife is up for anything, same as me!"
Despite myself I began to steam. I liked the fact that my wife was
passionate. I didn't really feel jealous that Tim too had fucked
her. That was a kind of compliment, praise from one more former
lover. No, one more sex partner. I was Elaine's girlfriend, not
her husband, and I knew I should feel glad for her. But back then
we were married. I was a man then. We were supposed to be
faithful. This was a triple betrayal -- Tim fucking my own wife,
under my own roof, and now boasting about it to a stranger! Well,
we'd see!
One thing puzzled me. If he and Ellie were fucking each other, why
was he so ticked off when he found out that Rebecca and Ellie were
fucking each other? How could he think he the aggrieved party? I
couldn't think that one through though. I suppose because he's an
egotistical bastard, I decided.
Elaine looked at me with a certain penetrating grimness, a faint
smile on the edges of her mouth. She knew just how I was taking
this new revelation! Tim was now added to the list with Gary and
Michael and who knows how many others?
"You still married to that wimp, Elaine baby? Did that dick of his
ever get stiff enough to reach into you? Or long enough? Did you
ever train him to suck your real men's cum out of your pussy, the
way you said you would?"
She seemed to speak reluctantly. She'd mocked me when they were
together? "Yes," she said slowly. "He's done that. But no, Tim.
He's even smaller now. I haven't seen him for a while. We're
separated."
"You don't say! Then maybe you and I...."
"Who is this man, Ellie?" I broke in. If anyone was going to screw
Tim tonight, it was going to be me! Screw him for good! I wanted
to set him up and trap him the worst way! "He talks good sex! Is
he all talk?"
"There's only one way to find out, Joy," Elaine responded. "Are you
interested?" Her eyes lit up mischievously, as if she were daring
me to enjoy myself.
Tim looked me over a little more closely, and his eyes opened
slightly. He could see "slut" written all over me. I gave him my
bold, challenging look. "Well, Tim," I asked him. "Are you all
talk?" I nudged Cal to let me by. A gentleman, he stood up
instantly and I slid past him, then stood up myself. My teeny
white leather skirt clung to my thighs like satin, twisted across
my crotch, but I didn't want to break concentration to adjust it.
I kept staring into Tim's eyes, challenging him, while he looked me
up and down. My thigh-high boots hinted at more thigh and then
a damp private place where the boots ended. My silver neckace
lay almost flat on the shelf of my upthrust boobs, some of it
partly fallen into the canyon between them.
"Well?" I asked him again. He looked almost overwhelmed as he
stood up, still staring at the white globes visible above my white
bustier. If only I were actually carrying a white leather whip as
part of my outfit! "Well, come on then," I said, and finally broke
off eye contact. I turned to Elaine. "I think you and Cal can
find things to say to each other," I told her. "Maybe things to do
to each other, too! See you when I see you!"
"I'll leave an envelope at the front desk," Ellie managed to say
before I turned on my white high heels and walked toward the pub's
exit, the hotel lobby, and the elevators, Tim following me like an
school boy. She knew I didn't even have money for a taxi. When I
looked back, she had an enormous grin on her face. Pure triumph!
Her Rebecca would be avenged, and Tim's vindictiveness neutralized.
But there was something else there too!
ix.
In fact, Tim wasn't bad at all! His cock wasn't terribly long, but
it was enormously thick, and curved like a crescent moon. When we
got to the room I checked for cameras and sure enough, there was
one in each corner of the room looking like a misplaced smoke
detector, its light winking, and one in the central chandelier
aimed at a huge, overstuffed easy chair. So I played seductress.
I had him stand while I sat perched on the edge of the easy chair.
Then I slowly undid his belt buckle and lowered his pants, then his
boxer shorts, leaving them both draped on his ankles so he'd be
forced to shuffle around the room like a chain gang prisoner. He
looked ridiculous standing there, shirt-tails barely covering his
fully erect fat dick and hairy ass.
"Leave those pants there, baby. And leave your shoes on. You'd
really regret meeting the guy who thinks this is his room, if he
should show up. We'll hope not!"
He nodded, and looked back over his shoulder for a chair to sit in
while I knelt down between his legs to do homage to his cock. I
had other ideas. "No, just stand there, Tim," I said. "A man
stands in the presence of a lady. Your prick already knows that --
you should listen to what it's telling you. Now shuffle over here
and present it to me while I sit here."
end 10/13
VickieTern@AOL.COM
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