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New TG: Cute, 10/10 by Vickie Tern M/F m/F M/m F/F etc. Femdom too.
The sex in this story is sometimes heavy and explicit, though not
cruel, so you may not wish to read it. If you shouldn't
read it because you're underaged or overly judgemental, don't.
All comments welcome: VickieTern@AOL.COM
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be freely reposted, but only on
free archives.
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I sat down in a soft chair nearby to wait until they were finished.
I had to think, anyhow. Clearly, for a full year now I had been
underestimating my darling Laurie. I had been trying to save him
from Vincent. From feeling betrayed by the passion I felt for
Vincent. From being endangered by it. From even coming to know
about it, until it no longer mattered, because he was no longer a
man. So I could fuck Vincent freely, and with Laurie's blessing!
That was what I'd wanted, and that's what I'd accomplished, I'd
thought! I'd made it impossible for Laurie to be a jealous husband,
a potential menace to himself and to the other person who mattered
most to me in the world. Now, I'd thought, when I'm with Vincent my
Laurie at worst will be only envious, an envious girlfriend. A
girlfriend with enough experience of men to understand at first sight
why I must fuck Vincent whenever I see him, and why I so much look
forward to his fucking me whenever we're separated! Even separated
for years!
And if that hadn't worked out, still, my Laurie would be a girl, no
longer a husband. I'd be free to take up with Vincent and marry
him, and live luxuriously as he had offered. But really, I had
wanted it all! I loved both of them, Laurie for being so cute, so
darling, and Vincent for being so manly, for that magnificent body!
For being such a powerful man of affairs, so wealthy! For that
cock!
I had been trying to protect my lovely Laurie from Vincent's
threats for a full year. And everything I had done had brought the
three of us toward this moment. Here we were. It was a moment of
sharing. I hadn't planned it, but now we were two women sharing
this one fabulous lover with each other. Laurie had renegotiated
my arrangement. Clearly, now I would share with Vincent our
passion for each other, and Laurie would share with him his
inclinations toward pussy worship. He'd be a far more satisfactory
lover for both of our ministries, and he'd himself inhabit the best
of both worlds. We would all three of us live happily every after.
Like a mindless puppy, Mac just kept licking Laurie's boot,
apparently unaware of the drama taking place only a little higher
up.
"You knew the whole time, didn't you," I said to Laurie as he stood
there. I knew that by now Vincent wasn't listening. He was lost
somewhere inside Laurie's sex.
"Yes! I did. Yes, sweetheart!"
Who was he calling sweetheart? Did it matter? "When did you find
out?" I asked him. "How?"
"That same summer. Your pussy flavor. All those stains on so many
panties. They weren't my flavor."
Of course! Early on I'd sometimes asked Laurie to lick my pussy
even after he'd cum into me, when I was feeling well-fucked and
languorous, not wanting to bother getting up to cleanse myself but
still wanting one more orgasm. And my sweet Laurie had always
obliged. So he knew what his own cum tasted like! I'd learned
while still in high school that every boy's cum tastes different,
but I'd somehow forgotten. Or chosen not to remember, because I'd
wanted my Laurie to share my passion for Vincent by drinking up the
semen with which Vincent flooded me each day. To fill his tummy
with my lover, for his belly to swell up with my lover's sperm!
But not to know it, that would be my secret! And yet he knew it
the whole time!
"You like tasting my panties? You taste them when I'm not around,
sometimes?"
"Often," Laurie replied.
Now, that was worth stowing away for future reference. I could
always dominate my Vincent's dominatrix with a mouthful of my cummy
panties. Laurie's new, curvacious hips were now rolling
rhythmically, pushing his mound into Vincent's face, and Laurie had
closed his eyes again. They had something wonderful going!
"When you knew I was being unfaithful with Vince," I asked, "why
didn't you confront me?"
"I saw you needed him. You wanted him. You were obsessive! For
weeks, months, all the time. Ooooohhhh! I love you, Angela! I've
always wanted you to have whatever you want. And I know you love
me! I couldn't shame you by telling you I knew. And I couldn't
risk losing you!"
Slowly, Laurie extricated his foot from Mac's ministry, stepped
back still holding Vince's head to his pussy, and sat down in a
soft chair behind him, opposite mine. Now he spread his legs far
wide, and Vincent practically dove deep into the gap revealed. My
Laurie leaned back with booted thighs resting on Vince's shoulders,
and closed them on his ears.
"Now we can talk more privately. Our men don't need to know
everything," he said. A mild smile showed that Vince was still
busy somewhere inside.
"There's Mac. What about him?"
"Mac is mine. His only happiness is in making me happy. He
already knows everything."
"That's how you felt about me that summer when Vince and I were
wrapped up in each other, and couldn't help ourselves, and didn't
want to help ourselves? You knew everything, but your happiness
was in making us happy?"
"That's right. I was yours. That you were happy was enough for
me." Laurie closed his eyes and leaned back. And in a strained
voice came "Oh, ooh, oooooh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Then he relaxed, even
luxuriated!
He hadjust cum, orgasmed around Vince's tongue, bucking and
weaving! I saw in his face that a new orgasm was now gathering
slowly.
"Oh, Angela," he said. "Women's orgasms are so very wonderful!
Thank you!"
I returned to the topic at hand. "You didn't feel humiliated,
Laurie? Less than a man? All that summer, drinking up all that
cum ejaculated into me by a better man than you? A better lover?"
Laurie opened his eyes and just looked at me reproachfully.
"No, not a better lover," I corrected myself. "No one could ever
love me more than you do. A more passionate lover, then? More
ultimately satisfying?"
He seemed satisfied with that.
"Knowing I was in another man's arms every day, sometimes all day
long? That he was inside me all day long? You weren't jealous?"
"Yes, at first. But I found how I could feel happy for you, not
humiliated. Not jealous."
"How?"
"By imagining that I was your girlfriend. By forgetting altogether
that I was a husband," he said.
Katie, this is the heart of it. This is what I've been telling you
all this time. This is what you need to set up with George! But
I'd better finish telling you about Laurie, we'll get to George
later!
"My girlfriend?" I asked him. "Back then?" It came as a surprise!
"Your girlfriend, the way you were his girlfriend. By imagining
that I was pleasing you the way you were pleasing him. The way
girls please each other. By becoming a girl in my own mind."
"That summer you made yourself believe you were a girl, and that
saved you from all those jealous feelings men get? A lesbian
girl?"
"Yes. Sometimes a lesbian. Sometimes a girl who loves men. I
simply imagined it intensely, that that's what I was. And then I
enjoyed what you were doing with your Vincent. I really did!
Ooooooh! You have such a wonderful man here, Angela. We are both
going to enjoy him soooo very much!"
"I think so, sweetheart. And you haven't even seen his prick yet.
You'll love it!"
A new idea occurred to me. "You saw that e-mail he sent me a year
ago, didn't you. The one that put me in such a bind. That made me
so miserable."
"Yes, I did. You left it on the screen that very first day. You
were so shocked that you rushed out of your study looking pale, and
we'd been giggling together only a few minutes earlier. So I went
into your study to see why. That was the same day I'd been having
so much fun being a girl right out there in the open for once, and
you'd been enjoying it, seeing me being a girl. But I couldn't let
you know I'd seen Vincent's e-mail, or I'd have had to explain that
I knew about your affair. And tell you how I knew. And you'd have
felt embarrassed, and remorseful. And sorry for me, and maybe also
ashamed of yourself. Or of me. Maybe you'd have lost all respect
for me, a supposed man who imagines he's a girl, and helps his wife
make love to other men, and knowingly swallows other men's cum! I
didn't want you to feel ashamed. I wanted to help."
"All along, you pretended to be a woman?"
"I often pretended. All that summer I pretended to myself that I
was your helpful girlfriend, not your jealous husband. I didn't
want to be a man that summer! After that it was easy. Sometimes
so easy that I completely persuaded myself, and had to pretend to
be a man! I always tried to be your girlfriend in my own mind.
You never knew, but that day in WalMart I wanted you to know! I
enjoyed it so much!"
"And when you saw how miserable that e-mail had made me, you gave
me those prick panties. So I'd see for myself that making you into
a real girl was a way out? *The* way out. For you too. That was
when you decided to be my girlfriend really? For me? For the love
of me? For both of us? And the whole time, to let me think it was
my idea!"
We were interrupted by Laurie's second cumming. Then he said,
"Ohhhh, God, Angela, is he always this passionate? What a
wonderful man! How can you stand it?"
He stopped to catch his breath. I waited. It was nice, having
Vince available to please either of us. I was happy to share him
with my new girlfriend. But with no one else!
"Yes, with those prick panties I showed you that feminizing me was
the answer, and suggested how to do it, and you figured out the
rest. Carla calls it topping from the bottom. I call it
suggestive submission." Gently, he lifted his legs off Vince's
shoulders. Vince didn't move. He looked down at Vince tenderly.
"He's such a dear!" he said.
"Why didn't you just tell me you wanted to be a woman for me? I'd
have gone along. It would have been a lot easier."
"You were feeling oppressed by your own contradictory desires. For
Vincent and for me. You'd have felt guilty or deprived, either
way. You had to find your own way through it, and make your own
decisions. You did." He gave a little thrust at Vince's face with
his crotch, and it was as if he were shaking Vince awake. Still on
his knees, Vince shook his head, puzzled for the moment to find
himself there.
My heart swelled up so full of love that for the moment I couldn't
speak. My Laurie had given his all for me! Everything! For
himself, but also for me! Just as I'd been trying to do too!
Then it all poured out at once. "You are the dearest darling that
ever was, Laurie. I'll never leave you, never! I'll never divorce
you. You are my only true love. You are the most wonderful girl
in the whole world"
Tears began to form in Laurie's eyes. He said nothing. Then
"Thank you, Angela," quietly. Then silence for a short while.
"Angela, a question?" he asked finally, still a little choked.
I nodded.
"You know that I'm a girl now. A woman. That I'll always be one.
That I want to be one. Inside and outside, from now on. Because
it's so much nicer, just as you were always telling me, and just as
I always knew. But you always call me 'he' and refer to me as
'him.' Why?"
I smiled. "Different reasons. One is, you're still legally a man.
While you remain legally a man, we remain legally married. I like
that. So it keeps you reminded. Also, it reminds me of the man I
married. That the man I married became the woman you are, and all
for my sake, and I never want to forget that."
"I do find it a little humiliating, Angela. Because I'm not a man.
Not any more."
"That's exactly the other reason, sweetheart. Shouldn't you always
feel just a little bit humiliated? Because from one way of
thinking, any man who wants to become a woman is pathetic! A
sissy! To abandon his strength and his responsibilities as a man,
as a protector, to become an imitation of a dependent woman needing
protection? It does please me to think of you that way, as not a
real man, even when you're being a marvelous woman. Vincent here
is my real man. Probably you never were. You're my sissy baby.
Isn't that humiliating? Good! That's how anyone who was born male
should feel when he wears lipstick and a bra!"
My baby looked solemn at that. It was true!
Then I gave him the good news. "But honey, there's also the
opposite way to think! Because look at the real men in this very
room! There's one sitting between your knees looking a little
dazed, and there's another one who wants to get back to licking
your boots. They're marvelous creatures, men, but they're so
easily abased by their own pricks, their erotic needs! They can't
compare with women! No wonder they worship us and resent us at the
same time, and blame us for their own perversions. I respect you
now that we're both women, but you were once a man, and it never
hurts to be reminded now and then."
Laurie nodded.
"May I ask you a question now? How did you dominate Vincent so
swiftly, almost as soon as he shook your hand? Is Carla right that
men crave submission to the idea of the feminine?"
"Yes. They do. Any woman who's gotten herself up to look sexy yet
superior. But they resist, they think it's unmanly. Carla
suggested I keep just a dab of her hypnotropic drug on the end of
this baton. Then when a man can't persuade himself to follow his
own deepest desires, I can tap him lightly, and the teeniest amount
on his skin helps him decide."
"Then may I hold that baton for a moment? You have Mac at your
feet now, and that's quite enough man for now. And you've been
having all the fun. It's my turn."
Laurie leaned over and handed it to me. Then I gently called out,
"Vincent, sweetheart!" And when Vincent turned to look at me I
spread my legs wide. My thighs still felt sticky, and I know his
sperm was still exuding from my pussy lips. He saw what I was
offering, and for the first time ever he came toward me on his
knees. When he arrived I tapped him lightly with the baton, and he
dipped his head into me. Just as Laurie had done for him a few
years earlier, he began to lap up and slurp and swallow everything
he found there!
And since then, Katie, we've been blissfully happy, the three of
us! But do you see my point? That's why I think it's wonderful,
your discovering that your George has this secret vice of his.
That he likes to wear women's clothes and keeps them hidden from
you, and that he hides all those transvestite stories he buys, and
also that he downloads hundreds of stories about sissies from the
net. It's so cute, in a way, your Georgie wanting to think he's a
girl, and ashamed to let you know it! But now you do know. And
that can open up your whole life the same way it opened mine!
Develop him just the right way, and eventually you'll be able to
tell him about your other men I'll bet! Even bring some of them
home while he's home!
Here's what I suggest for now. Don't let him know you know. Just
mention things about women's styles casually to him, but
frequently, as if he were interested. How broomstick skirts are
in, and they're so flattering, and how red colors of lipsticks are
out and berry is in. Ask his advice, what does he think about
these new trends? Exchange girl talk. Then next week mention some
pretty transsexuals you saw on Jerry Springer or somewhere, how
cute a few of them looked, and wonder what sex can be like for
them, fantastic probably. Take your time. Pretty soon you can ask
him to make love to you wearing one of your nighties -- a babydoll
without the panties I should think, if you still have any, Then
never let him come to bed in anything else!
And if he thinks a dress you're wearing is flattering, ask him if
he'd like to try it on, and if he protests, tell him you're
disappointed, that you think it would look really sweet on him.
Then ask him again. Cuddle up and feel hurt, if he keeps refusing.
Then when he's wearing it, pour it on, how darling, how it
transforms him, how much more comfortable you feel when he's
dressed the way you are. No, getting them out of the house is
never a problem. He'll probably be willing to go out to a movie at
night thinking he'll be in the dark the whole time. Then you can
always insist on an ice cream or pizza afterward in a well-lit shop
-- just be sure he remembers to take his purse!
That's right Katie, seduce him to do what he wants to do anyhow.
The way I did with my Laurie. Actually, it was his mother's idea
for me to begin with his hair and see where that would lead, and
she couldn't have been happier when she saw how it had all worked
out. Let George think it's all your idea, and he'll do it for your
sake! No, really, he'll love you for it.
Of course Laurie loves me -- we're both still crazy about each
other! And we both have Vincent to make love to us when he's in
town. You know something, that crazy notion I had when all this
started, that one day I might get to see my Laurie sucking
Vincent's cock? Well, he does, sometimes! To reward Vince for
showing the proper respect. And of course any time they sixty-nine
each other, which is of course any time Laurie wants to. I love to
watch them. They're the two people dearest to me in the whole
world, and I'm so happy they want to make each other happy!
You know something else, Kate? When you think George is ready, let
me know, and we'll arrange a date for him. With Laurie. Yes.
It'll be easy after that. He'll have George eating out of your
hand and loving it in no time. Whatever you want him to eat,
Katie, that's entirely up to you! What would you like to hold in
your hand long enough for him to eat it?
That's what Laurie's law practice is these days! You remember just
last week in Baxter's when you saw him in that gorgeous green
chiffon of his, the one from Magnin's? That's exactly what he was
doing with that investments counsellor he was with, that Scott
somebody who works at Van Wyck Associates, I still can't remember
his last name. Training him. Teaching him to jump through hoops
-- fetching a scarf or licking a pussy is only the beginning!
No Scott isn't his client, Scott's wife is his client. You see,
Scott found out about her other men, and told her he meant to divorce
her without paying her a penny. So she asked Laurie to see to it
that his entire net worth gets cut off. Everything, no matter how
personal. Yes, even those! But that's another story.
End
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be freely reposted, but only on free
archives.
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