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New TG: Cute, 9/10 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.
ix.
A few days before my darling went in for his operation Mac called
and asked if he was free the next night, and Laurie told him that
he was. They agreed to meet for drinks, dinner, and a Broadway
show that had arrived in town on tour. It happens I was home then
-- I had taken two weeks off to be with my lovely hubbie if he
needed me, both before and after his surgery. Laurie arrived home
from work a little early, went upstairs, and an hour later he came
down looking stunning. He'd done up his hair somewhat the way
Rosaline had done it for his big date, and his makeup was perfect,
and he was wearing his finest dress, a black silk with an organza
overlay, and he had teeny rhinestone studs in his ears. An aroma
of jasmine preceded him.
"How do I look," he asked me. "OK?"
"You know you do," I replied. "You're gorgeous now."
"Still," he replied. "A girl never knows for sure!" He picked up
his dress purse. "I'll probably be back late."
"Enjoy yourself, honey!" I told him. This was a clincher, in a
way. No matter what happened when Vincent came down from the
clouds in -- what was it -- eight more weeks, now my marriage to
Laurie was rock-solid. Invincible. It could survive even a hubbie
who strays with other men! We were an altogether different couple
from when I was in the throes of that passionate affair, a wife in
an erotic frenzy and a husband sucking up the residue of his own
betrayal. Vincent could never come between us now.
Laurie came back with the first light of dawn. I threw back the
bedcovers to admit him to my bosom as soon as he'd shed his clothes
and slipped his nightgown over his head. He smelled of sperm. He
stretched, then settled in contented to hug me and fall asleep with
his arms around me, as he almost always did nowadays.
"You seem to have had a good time, honey," I said.
"Yes," he said. "Exhausting though. Men make such extraordinary
demands on a girl. Women are much nicer."
"But they're worth it, aren't they? Men? I've always thought so!"
"O yes!" He smiled a huge smile, his eyes closed. "Oh yes!
Especially if a girl knows how to make extraordinary demands too."
I never asked him what he and Mac did together, but I'm sure Carla
was coaching him. The next day Laurie went out to buy a pair of
imported, open-toed strappy pumps with towering heels, some
lace-topped black hosiery to go with them, and also thigh-high
black leather boots. "Carla says she intends to give Mac to me
once I'm healed," he explained. "As a Welcome to Womanhood gift,
and also to remind me who's in charge when I'm with men, whether
they know it or not. Also, she says, because she appreciates how
nice I've been to her over the years. And simply because as she
says, Mac is marvelous and every girl should have one!"
I didn't ask Laurie what demands she was making nowadays. My
darling girl had his own private life now, and I had to respect it.
I'd created it for him!
The day before the operation Laurie went in for tests and
interviews by the various specialists involved with the protocols
and the actual procedures, anesthesiologists, cardiologists,
hematologists, endocrinologists, psychologists, all sorts of people
careful to keep records and maintain the highest of professional
standards, though there was no sense that they cared personally for
their patients. But Janet cared, because we were old friends, and
that meant that the surgeon who would do the actual cutting and
shaping of Laurie cared. The next morning Laurie walked into the
hospital, undressed in a little booth as a nurse directed him, and
sat comfortably on a gurney, chatting with me until he was told to
lie down, that it was time to put in an IV and put him out. Then
he gave me a reassuring kiss, told me not to worry, and lay down.
I was told to come back in four or five hours.
Katie, I panicked! Right then! I exploded into tears. I told my
lovely Laurie that I had tricked him, that this was all a mistake,
that I wanted him to come home and be a man again, that I couldn't
bear what I was doing to him any longer, that making him a woman
was my own selfish idea to save our marriage, sort of, that we'd
manage somehow. I didn't mention Vincent, but I was distraught!
I loved him, and I couldn't deceive him any longer about something
this important! I went on and on!
"Angela!" he said suddenly, still lying there in his hospital gown
but now leaning on one elbow. "Do be quiet!"
It'd been so long since he'd taken charge of anything that I was
astonished! I closed my mouth!
"I know what you've been doing!" he said. "Of course I know! I've
pretty much known all along! You aren't that subtle, and neither
is Carla. It's all been obvious. Even before my breasts blossomed
out, it was clear that you wanted me to have them. Every morning
you led me in a deposition asking for them. I thought about it,
and decided you must certainly have reasons that you couldn't
reveal. No matter. I decided that if you wanted me to have
breasts, I wanted them. And then one day, there they were. If you
wanted me to look like a woman, and dress like one, and live like
one, then that's what I wanted. And I did want to! And one day,
that's what I was doing all the time, and I loved it! And if you
wanted me to have sex with other men, and with other women, and to
have a vagina, then I would. And I have. And I will! And do you
know why?"
I just shook my head, unable to speak.
"Because I love you. Because I married you for better or for
worse. Because I want to make you happy. Because it makes you
happy. And do you know why else?"
My eyes were so blurred I couldn't see him. I felt him take my
hands in both of his and press them to his soft breasts.
"Because I want to do it too! I've always wanted to do it. That's
why I never objected! I've always envied everything women have.
My mother, my girlfriends, you. Beauty, pretty clothes, attractive
bodies, affectionate feelings! Remember who bought you the penis
panties that first made me feel like a girl? I love being a girl!
I love what you've done to me! You've made me so very happy!"
"Laurie...!" I choked.
A nurse pulled a curtain aside and came in. "I think you'll have
to leave now," she told me kindly.
I bent down to kiss him, and I felt his soft lips kiss mine. Did
he mean it? Was he just trying to make me feel better? I fled
into the waiting room, and from there to the hospital parking
garage. Katie, I knew then that I was never going to leave this
person! Never! Five hours later I returned and when I bent down
to kiss him in the recovery room I again felt his soft lips kiss
mine. But now we were both what we seemed to be. We were two
women deeply in love with each other.
Everyone sent flowers, his best clients, Carla, the girls at work,
his boy friend Mac, Jill, Tina, and during the next few days most
of them managed to visit him in the hospital. He looked so pretty
sitting up in bed, so serenely at peace with himself, using just a
hint of lipstick to make himself presentable. The same during the
next weeks at home.
His recovery went more quickly than anyone expected. Six weeks
later he asked me to dilate him with my penis, and I did, very
gently, and he was delighted to feel something deep inside him. We
both orgasmed. Two weeks after that he returned from a movie date
with Mac to tell me that his new anatomy was no longer virginal.
He couldn't stop smiling.
It was all so new! Remember when we were in high school, Katie?
Remember those days when the boys were feeling us up or fingering
us, and one by one we'd let one special boy put his thing into us,
and then the next day we'd tell everybody everything, I mean
everything, what he wanted, where we put our legs, the size of his
dong, how long he held off, everything! Remember? Because it was
all so new and exciting and delicious?
Well, it was like that for my Laurie all over again. He began
seeing Mac a few times a week, and I noticed that he'd douche or
use a tampon every time he came home. He'd get into bed with me
and we'd talk. He told me all about Mac, his cock, his
forcefulness, his submissiveness, the pleasures of dominating him.
What it's like to have a man lick your toes or your boots, or your
pussy when it's filled with his cum -- I reminded him that I knew
all about that part, and he smiled yet another "we women know
things men don't know" kind of smile. Then we'd fall asleep, and
he'd hug me all through the night, his breasts pillowed on mine.
Sometimes then we'd sixty-nine -- Laurie's new vagina was really
beautiful, his clit now hidden beneath a fold of skin like a
Jack-in-the-Pulpit -- but I knew where to find it, and my tongue
could drive him wild. I didn't mind tasting Mac in him. Sauce for
the goose is sauce for the gander after all! And before long we
resumed out morning titty teasing, sometimes with Laurie underneath
me wearing the prick panties, sometimes me.
One Friday evening we met with Jill and Tina and Tina's regular
girlfriend Chase, intending just drinks and talk. But one thing
led to another, and we had such a good time that we didn't get home
until noon the next day, still giggling, still poking our fingers
into naughty places and making each other squeal when we wriggled
them. Then we slept through to the next morning!
That's why it wasn't till Sunday that I checked my e-mail and
discovered Vincent was arriving Monday, the next day, as long
planned, and that he wanted me to meet him at the airport and then
proceed to take him home. He hoped I'd taken care of my husband by
now, because if I hadn't, then as he'd promised he'd do it for me.
What had seemed catastrophic a year ago was now almost amusing. I
was ready for him. I'd taken care of my husband all right! Now to
take care of Vincent!
I was at the airport waiting when his plane arived, dressed in the
slutwear he favored -- a tight stretch blouse with a low neckline,
a short leather skirt, heels, and no panties. When he came out of
the passageway, looked around, and then fixed me with his eyes, his
eyebrows raised quizzically as always, the years since we'd last
seen each other just melted away! And so did I! I rushed up to
him and we clamped ourselves to each other, crotch to breast to
mouth. "Never mind your luggage now, baby!" I breathed. "I've
taken a room here at the Airport Sheraton! I can't wait to get you
inside me again!"
Fifteen minutes later, that's where he was! And there he remained
there for the next five hours with only a few brief intermissions!
He came over and over in every one of my openings! Nothing had
changed! When finally we felt able to move on, I was leaky and
sticky everywhere with his discharges and my secretions, and it
felt just glorious, and I didn't want to rinse off any of it!
Wonderful! My breath and my body smelled spermy and cunty and it
was like coming home after a long time away! Really, it was just
as if he'd never been away! When I told Vincent that, he said he
felt that way too, because it *was* just that way for him too.
He'd been years in the desert, and now he was home! My body was
where he wanted to live for the rest of his life.
And even though by then we were dressed and in the main corridor,
waiting for the elevator, when we told each other those things we
couldn't help it -- we clinched and then coupled yet again right
there on the carpet next to a potted palm. At least twice, I know,
the elevator dinged and the door opened but no one got off. Seeing
us, they probably decided to come back later. And my screams of
joy when he brought me off must have been audible all through the
hotel. But we were shameless! We didn't care! We had each other
again!
It wasn't until we were in the back of the stretch limousine he'd
hired, drinking champagne to replenish our fluids and driving
toward my house, mine and Laurie's, that we finally felt able to
talk.
"So, I assume you're divorced now from your husband, what was his
name, Laurie?" Vincent said, glancing at me and obviously resisting
the temptation to sweep me up yet again. He settled for taking my
hand and holding it tightly in both of his. Then he looked away
casually. "Did he put up much of a fuss?"
"No fuss at all," I replied primly. This was such fun! I'd waited
a year for this moment! "Because we aren't divorced. We're still
married! And we intend to stay that way!"
He was shocked! He turned toward me, mouth agape. I wanted to
kiss it, push my tongue into it, but first I had to play my cards
out. "Angel!" he said. "How could you do this to him! To us! He
has to find out about us sooner or later!"
"Vince, you're so soft-hearted! 'Sooner or later?' You mean it
won't be the way you told me a year ago? You don't intend to walk
right up to him as soon as we get home and say, 'Mr. Laurie, sir,
your wife and I plan to get married so we can continue our torrid
affair for the rest of our lives, uninterrupted by you. We can't
keep our hands off each other, and we don't want to, and we see no
reason to. So we would both appreciate your moving out to a motel,
now if you can manage it -- but if you have any questions we'll be
in your bedroom for the next few hours fucking our brains out!'
Isn't that what you said you'd do the moment you came back?"
"Yes, of course. I did say that! I confess it. But I didn't mean
it exactly like that! I only wanted to intimidate you just a
little, so you'd initiate your own divorce in order to avoid that
kind of confrontation!"
He turned to look directly into my eyes. Katie, I went swimming in
his! And his voice was so gentle, so understanding! I adored him!
"I knew that you have strong feelings for this man Laurie, your
husband," he said. "You told me many times that you wanted to
shield him from ever finding out about us. That he'd be devastated
if he knew. You wanted to spare him from ever knowing that for
months and months, all that summer, he'd been a cum-sucking cuckold
slurping another man's semen out of his own wife's pussy. That
he'd been your personal douche-bag assisting you in your
infidelities. You didn't want to tell him because it would
humiliate him, of course. But more, it would grieve him. Because
he has feelings for you, too. And you wanted him always to think
well of you."
He grinned at me ruefully. "It didn't work, I see. I should have
known you don't intimidate easily. So, now, on to my
alternatives!"
"Alternatives? Vincent! You don't mean to force a confrontation
after all, do you?" I tried to sound alarmed. But it's hard to
sound frightened when you're enjoying yourself!
"No, Angel, of course not!," he told me. "I don't confront my
opponents, I finesse them! It's easier!" He sighed. "I expected
you to do that too! To play the martyr for a while, find some
pretext to sacrifice your marriage to some higher good. To the
preservation of your husband's peace of mind and well being. And
to the need for you to protect your own reputation too of course!
"
"Oh?" I said. This was just too delicious!
"Yes, 'Oh!' It wouldn't have been that difficult. All you had to
do was tell him that you no longer love him, your marriage is no
longer working, then reluctantly part from him. No need to mention
another man. Make the great renunciation and suffer a few tears.
You knew that when I got back I'd help you forget your grief by
screwing you deaf, dumb, and blind! As I mean to do anyhow!"
"But Vince, I do still love him. And he knows it! I couldn't tell
him that! I didn't even think of it!"
"Well, Angel, I'm sorry you're so honest and sincere. I'd hoped
you'd be a bit more devious."
"Me? Devious? Why what a thought! I've never lied to Laurie! I
don't think I'd know how!"
And you know, Katie, that's true! There's never ever any need to
lie where there's love and trust and a certain amount of tact about
what to say and what to keep to yourself.
Still, now that I'd taken care of our problem with Laurie and he
didn't even know it, I was curious what Vincent had in mind. "What
are you going to do now?" I asked him. "Now that you've found out
that Laurie and I are still married?"
"Now I have several choices. I outlined them to you. I can send
a lawyer to speak to him. Or send an enforcer to threaten him. Or
I can have him removed from further consideration, the way the
people I've been dealing with do it in the Middle East. The local
District Attorney and the local drug lord each have their methods,
and they each owe me." He squeezed my hand between his huge paws.
"But that would distress you, I suspect."
"Yes," I said. If it had come to that, I was thinking, it might
have ruined everything. I couldn't fuck Vince blissfully or
singlemindedly if I knew Laurie was in some jail somewhere, or dead
of a drug overdose somewhere. There'd always be a tinge of regret.
"Or of course I could do what I said I'd do," Vince went on. "Just
walk up to him and tell him openly and honestly what I intend to
do, what we intend, and why. Show him those pictures, if as you
say he's so trusting of you that he'd never believe me without
proof. But from what you say, that would break his spirit and his
heart. He's a nice guy."
He sighed again, now deeply troubled. His brow furrowed. "I hate
to do any of those things, Angel. I'm essentially a kind man. But
I'll have to do one of them! I won't share you with him! I want
all of you!"
I couldn't help it. I sat myself in his lap and began kissing his
face. The smell of our secretions was strong on his face. He'd
cleaned out my pussy before we left the Sharaton, so I wouldn't
leak down my legs when I stood to put that short leather skirt back
on. I'd gone for a washcloth, but he'd gotten there first! And
now I felt his bone grow up against my bare bottom -- I really
should carry a spare pair of panties in my purse for afterward, I
thought to myself.
Then I looked into those dear eyes and said, "Suppose I tell you
that I've made some rearrangements. That the three of us can now
live together, even sleep together, and there's not the slightest
chance that you'll ever have to share me. That I've fixed Laurie.
It took a whole year, but I've done it! That with what I've done,
now if my Laurie accidentally walked into a room and found us
rutting like goats or rabbits, he'd apologize for disturbing us and
walk out again, no fuss! Not give it a second thought. And not
feel the slightest bit bothered. No more sneaking around, lover!
What would you think of that?"
"I don't believe there's a man on the face of the earth who'd do
that where his own wife's concerned, Angela."
"No, there isn't," I agreed with him.
Now he was genuinely puzzled. But he kept talking nevertheless.
"And he loves you, in his simple, direct way! You've told me that
often enough! And you love him, in your fashion! He'd be agonized
by the very idea!"
At that I just smirked. The limousine arrived in our driveway. I
saw that Laurie's car wasn't back yet. That gave us a bit more
time, so I turned to face Vincent fully and I straddled his lap
with my knees, and reached between my legs to unzip his fly. Sure
enough, that enormous tower of meat rose up out of it. With a
great sigh of satisfaction I lowered myself onto it, and when he
was fully inside me, I squeezed my thighs. He groaned. I smiled,
and as always our pelvises began to rotate reciprocally against
each other. We were always in such perfect harmony! The driver
was well trained, sitting absolutely still behind the wheel and
staring straight ahead at our carport door.
Finally, with one last lingering kiss I dismounted from that
gorgeous man, straightened my skirt, and reached for the door
handle. "Time to go inside," I said. "He's late. It'll be more
comfortable waiting for him in our living room. Or in our bedroom.
Leave your fly open. I'm not done."
"This is your show, sweetheart. You have something in mind,
obviously. I'm just going along for the ride. Or to be ridden!"
I unlocked the door and the two of us walked in together, arms
around each other. We just couldn't separate ourselves! Not after
being apart for so very long!
Katie, there in the house was the most amazing sight! I stopped
and stared, and my mouth fell wide open!
Laurie was home after all, and Mac was home with him. Laurie was
standing in the middle of the living room with his hair high up on
his head, his face gorgeous, his huge breasts -- I really did
overdo them, I think -- bursting out of a black satin corset that
was more a bustier, with a wasp waist and nothing restrained above
or below it. Talk about curves? A matching garter belt was
clipped to the lace tops of his stockings, though the stockings
were mostly covered by those thigh-high high-heeled boots. I saw
he wore no panties either -- the top of his pretty new slit was
fully visible, framed like an abstract painting by his corset and
garter straps. I could see that his mound was barely beginning to
grow blonde fuzz to cover it. His pussy lips glistened, they were
wet! Katie, he was the very image of a perfect dominatrix,
carrying a short baton in one hand, with one foot slightly forward.
And there prone on the carpet before him groveled Mac, eagerly
licking the toe of Laurie's forward boot as if it were his last
meal!
My Laurie looked over at the two of us as we came in. "Your limo's
been in the driveway for twenty minutes now!" he said in that
melodic Lauren Bacall voice he uses when he's enjoying himself.
"What kept you, Angela? One last fling before bringing your friend
in? Ah, you with your jaw hanging open, looking so astonished!
You must be the fabulous Vincent! Angela, aren't you going to
introduce us?"
I could barely say the words. I was shocked! Laurie was here?
Expecting us? He knew Vincent's name? What else did he know?
What was happening!? "Vincent, this is Laurie!" I croaked. Then
I thought I'd better say something more. "My husband Laurie."
Vincent pulled himself together, his eyes fastened to Laurie. I
suppose he'd been in the middle-east for a very long time, and the
women there just don't look the way Laurie looked at that moment!
Laurie smiled ever so slightly at the effect he'd created, and
stroked his baton as if it were a penis, and glanced down at Mac,
and then gazed back at Vincent. Mac never looked up once. His red
tongue was wiping the same part of Laurie's boot over and over.
There was a long pause.
"I see," Vincent finally managed to say. "That's Laurie! But I
see he's busy! There's no need for him to get up. I'll wait until
he's finished doing what he's ... doing with that ... boot." What
Vince said didn't make sense! But then it all came clear! "But
who's this lovely lady your Laurie's ... attending?" Vince then
asked, never taking his eyes off my sweet husband. "Won't you
introduce me to her too?"
Laurie smiled now, his eyes never wavering from Vince's face. "How
do you do," he said melodiously. "I'm glad to meet you after all
this time! It's been years, hasn't it?"
And unmoving, Mac still at his feet apparently oblivious to any of
this, Laurie held out his hand. I saw he'd had his nails done in
deep burgundy, extending easily an inch past the tips of his
fingers. They matched the full, pursed bow of his lips. He'd
gotten collagen injected there? He'd deliberately set up this
whole scene, costumes and all, to await our return from the
airport! He kept his hand extended out toward Vincent, waiting.
A moment passed. A burgandy-tipped forefinger beckoned, ever so
slightly.
Utterly confused, Vincent let his reflexes take charge. He stepped
forward and reached out to grasp the lovely lady's hand. Laurie
must have looked to him like some pornographic fantasy he'd had in
mind for years! He seemed dazed!
But just before he reached Laurie's hand Laurie lowered his arm,
enough so Vince had to bend his head and then bow slightly toward
Laurie in order to reach it and grip it. "Yes!" Laurie said. Then
Laurie didn't let go! Instead, he covered Vince's hand with his
other hand, the one still holding the baton, tapping Vince lightly
as if by accident. "Yes!" Laurie said again. And then he just
held Vince's hand down there with his both hands, Vince a bit bowed
down before him!
"No, Vincent," I said, too late. I wasn't sure anyone was
listening. "That's Mac on the floor, not Laurie. Mac is Laurie's
boy friend. This lovely lady is Laurie."
Then I added with a feeling of increasing futility, "My husband
Laurie!" Laurie continued to hold Vince immobile in his posture of
servile greeting, still staring directly into his face while Vince
continued to stare down at his own hand trapped in the red-jeweled
coils of both of Laurie's hands.
Finally Vince looked up, and immediately he was transfixed by
Laurie's gaze. He didn't seem able to look away. He swallowed.
It was a moment before he could speak. He swallowed again.
"Pleased to meet you, Laurie," he finally managed to say.
Even more astonishing, what next happened.
"Then why don't you prove it to me!" Laurie said. He was now
staring directly, steadfastly into Vincent's eyes. "If you're the
gentleman I think you are, I think you'll want to prove it to me!
You do want to, don't you! Like Mac here. Yes!"
And carefully, he disengaged the red talons with the baton from
Vince's hand, and placed that hand on Vince's bowed head. And
gently pressed down. Vince's knees buckled as Laurie pushed him
and pulled him even further down, until their still-clasped hands
were close to his thigh boots, and finally Vince's face was
opposite the V of Laurie's crotch, that new moist slit of Laurie's
not an inch away. Laurie suddenly let go of Vince's other hand and
pushed on the back of Vince's head with both his own as he guided
Vince's nose into his glistening pussy. I saw from a slight squirm
in his hips that Vince's tongue had emerged and found Laurie's new
clit. "Yes!" he said again. He looked benignly at me for a
moment, then closed his eyes. His hips began to roll toward
Vince's mouth, and Vince suddenly reached around to hug Laurie's
soft, round tush, to pull that slit tighter into his face. "Yes!"
Laurie repeated. "This is how a gentleman should greet a lady!
More! Deeper!" And Laurie smiled. Not merely because Vince's
tongue felt good inside his pussy. That was only part of it. He
looked at me again, still smiling, and I looked back at him, still
astonished.
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