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Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 10/17  TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc

This is a tale about a married couple who try to meet each 
other's needs, and also their own.  What they think are each 
other's needs, that is.  What they think are their own.

It includes explicit sex scenes.  Married sex, mostly, gentle, 
loving, and appreciative, mostly.  If by reason of age, 
temperament, or moral principle you shouldn't or don't want 
to read about such things, think hard what to do about it, 
and you'll figure it out I'm sure.








                  Scenes from a Marriage
                      by Vickie Tern
                 
                    (vickietern@aol.com)   




                             10.

They went hand in hand up to their bedroom.  Carol stripped off her
panties as she watched Carl pull his down and step out of them.  His
cock sprang up, huge -- for Carl -- and stiff, and deep purple.  She
stared at it, then suddenly realized he was utterly hairless, legs,
arms, everywhere except for a cute pubic patch with a Bikini trim! 
He really went all the way! she thought.  I bet that smooth skin
will feel nice on mine!  But first, his mouth!

She sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on her elbows, and
spread her legs.  There at last was her pink slit!  Finally!  Fully
visible and accessible!  Was it tumescent, a little swollen?  Carl
couldn't tell any more, it'd been so long! 

"I want you, Coral!" was what Carol then said, and Carl needed no
further invitation.  He fell to his knees between her legs and for
the first time in many weeks he plunged his face into her quim and
began licking her.

Carol leaned back.  Heaven, she was thinking.  This is like my
loveliest dream come true!  "Look up at me, baby," she ordered him. 
Yes, ordered him, that was her tone.  He did it, his huge, shadowed
eyes staring up worriedly into hers, as if concerned that he wasn't
pleasing her enough.  It was strange, seeing that dark-eyed doll
down there looking at her, her mouth and tongue worked furiously
against and into her cunt.  "Her" mouth, Carol realized she'd just
thought. A fantasy come true!  Well, well!  Yes!  But that's all as
it should be, Carol told herself.  Her mouth feels so good!  Not
just because of the pleasure radiating from my pussy, but because
I feel in charge!  If I tell her, lick, she'll do it!  "Wipe my
little button with your nose," she told him.  "And breathe deep. 
Whenever you smell that smell, my smell, I want you to feel so
entranced you'll do anything for me.  Anything I may ask you to
do!"

"Mmmmf!" Carl replied.  He was willing enough!  He was more than
willing, he was ready for anything, now that he was happily back
again in that intimate cleft he loved, tasting and licking his
wife's juices!  He felt transported!  

"More tongue too!" she demanded.  He complied.  

Carol's legs tensed and clamped around his neck, and she soon began
lunging at him, deep, deep into her first orgasm.  Her first in
months!  And as she looked down at the pretty girl between her
legs, her powerful convulsions overwhelmed her!  This was right! 
She'd always felt ambivalent about Carl licking and sucking and
servicing her down there, she knew that now!  Somehow it wasn't
manly.  Her manly dates had never given her oral sex, they'd feel
her and finger-fuck her, then plunge those cocks right in!  She
remembered especially Chuck, one of her first, a hairy, gentle
bruiser whose father was a cop, leaning on his elbows on top of her
and grasping her tits and fucking away like a horse!  Girls suck
cunt, guys don't need to!  

But now her hubby's mouth felt wonderful, because it was right,
appropriate!  He was a girl!  Not Carl but Coral was nibbling and
tongue-stroking her.  Even more wonderful was anticipating her next
move, when she'd sink her cunt onto Coral's cock and writhe
luxuriously on that smooth, hairless body of his, glowing with that
delicate faint flowery scent!

So as her all-embracing orgasm subsided she became almost an
animal.  She had to have it, a penis inside her, feel filled to the
brim!  It had been so long!  "Now lie down!  Quick, Coral honey,
oh, quick!  Yes!"  He did.  She leaped onto him, straddled his
belly, and then with a great sigh lowered herself onto him.  From
under hooded eyes she watch his helpless, then strained, then eager
face change expressions as she plunged and lunged and twisted her
crotch on him, faster and faster, and he rose repeatedly to try to
sink deep into her from underneath.  On and on, until she threw
back her head and surrendered her mind, altogether lost in her
sensations!  Finally Carl came, squirting hot juice into her
exactly as she arrived screaming at her second orgasm.

"Yes! Yes!"  An altogether triumphant experience!

Afterward Carl felt marvelous!  He lay back and looked at
Carol looking down on him, both of them altogether content.  He'd
do anything for this woman!  Whatever she wanted!  He did so love
her!  His penis shrank and slipped out of her.  

"Let me look at my new girlfriend some more," she said.  "Don't you
just love being a girl?"

Carl wasn't sure what she meant, what it was he was supposed to
love, apart from getting royally fucked, but he nodded.

It was time, she thought.  So she said it.  "Isn't this much better
than kleenex?" she asked.  Then just stared at him, mildly but
steadily, so he'd know she knew the remark was significant.

Carl was startled!  She knew!  How!  He felt a guilty pang in his
belly, as if he'd somehow betrayed her and been found out!

Carol stared down and considered again how right Maddy had been,
telling her to take charge of all his climaxes in order to take
charge of him in every other respect.  With just a hint that she
knew all about his masturbating, she'd made guilt was her ally --
he'd do whatever she wanted to make it up to her!

"From now on, you don't touch your weenie unless I tell you I want
you to.  And only when I tell you.  Understood?  Agreed?"

Carl heard her with dismay -- he was being asked to deliver his
primary private pleasure into her hands, his sole pleasure during
all the years of his adolescence.  Because once he agreed, he could
never ever do it again without her consent.  He could never break
a promise to her.  He nodded.  Moreover, here was a new worry.  His
'weenie'?  Is that what she thought of him?

Carol knew better, Carl's size was OK.  But she knew instinctively
that she needed to maintain her advantage over him.  A sense of
inadequacy, of shame that he could only offer her a supposedly
small penis, that was almost as potent a control device as guilt. 

"Agreed?"

Carl wasn't sure to what.  That he wouldn't touch his penis without
her permission, or that it was a weenie.  He stared at her.

"Say it!"

"Agreed!"

"Good!" she said.  

And it was done.  No more secret masturbating of his little weenie. 
No more swimsuit model rivals.  She's be his only fantasy girl. 
And maybe a Cosmo model or two, if he was a good boy.  A good girl. 


She didn't know why she then asked him to do the next thing she
asked him.  To make him an even better girl?  To humiliate the
residual man in him?  Merely because she felt she could, and she
loved feeling in the ascendancy over him?

"Coral, suck my pussy again!"  She spread her legs wider than she'd
known she could, her glistening, slippery thighs formed a phalanx,
virtually a straight line of massive flesh joined in the center by
her oozing pussy slit. 

Carl looked.  He saw her crotch covered with their juices.  A drop
of cloudy cum was suspended over her pink, distended pussy lips. 
She saw it too.

"Lick it off!" she commanded.  "Then suck out all of it.  On your
knees!"

Carl hesitated.  He'd licked himself off her face often enough.
That seemed only fair when he'd been the one who'd sprayed her face
with his slick, salty glop to begin with. But to lick his own spunk
out of her pussy seemed ... different.  Was it somehow ...
demeaning?  It shouldn't be.  He hesitated.

"Carol," he said.

"Do it!  A girl should always welcome any chance to taste sperm! 
You're no exception!"

He did it.  It took him ten minutes of licking and sucking.  If
that was what she wanted.  He didn't welcome it, but he pretended
he was grateful when at last he lifted his head and rested it
against her velvety belly.  She stroked his hair.  'Any chance to
taste sperm' was what she'd said, he was thinking.  Why did that
sound ominous?  

They lay there another minute.  Carol was altogether pleased with
herself.  She loved being in charge!

"Now re-do your face, Coral, it's a mess!  A sweet mess, but still,
every girl needs to look her best.  Don't use water, start with
some of my cleansing cream from the cabinet over the sink. Then
come back here and I'll teach you how to do daytime make-up properly
yourself.  Do you know how to apply a foundation?"

Carl looked baffled.  "No," he said.  "But Carol, why make-up now? 
I don't need to go back to FormFit until tomorrow.  And even there
the women scarcely use any.  Adrienne thought only a little
lipstick now and then would be enough to keep anyone from
suspecting anything.  This hairdo is ample to persuade people
anyhow!  Why?"

"Because if you're going to look like a girl you're going to look
your best!  No more questions now.  I'll show you how to do your
face, and you've got to promise me that when we get you all
prettied up again you'll keep yourself that way all day every day."  

"Carol...!"

"Promise!"  

"Carol, I go out sometimes, I need to meet people now and then.  
What would anyone think when they see a man who wears make-up?" 

"That he's a woman, not a man!  Especially if he's wearing a dress
too!  That's my point!"

The way it works out, Carl was thinking, I've got to look like a
woman anyhow while I'm trapped into this FormFit routine.  And
until my hair grows out.  I can hide from everyone for the next
few months I suppose.  "Oh, all right, I promise.  But Carol ..."

"Sweetheart, no 'buts'!  Maddy's coming over soon, and I want you
presentable when she sees you.  I also want my whole Garden Club to
see what a pretty man I married!  What a lovely girl he is now!  I'm 
so proud of you, Coral!" 

Carl was stunned, his brain utterly addled.  "Maddy?!!  Your
Garden Club?!!  No!!"  He was horrified!

She'd expected this of course, and smiled reassuringly.  Here was
a huge hurdle.  Get him past this and the rest would be easy, only 
a matter of time.  She kissed him, but said nothing.

"Carol, I'll be disgraced!  I'm a man!  I can't be seen looking
like this by anyone who knows me!  What will they think of me?!"

She spoke sternly.  "They'll think you are what you are!  Honey,
first of all, this is your house!  There's nothing disgraceful
about the way you look!  You can be whatever you want to be, and
you can look any way you want to look in your own home!  I really
must insist on this, it's a lesson you've got to learn.  Second, I
want Maddy to see you and be as proud of you as I am.  To see for
herself.  You know she won't be shocked or surprised, you know
she's seen lots of boys dressed like girls.  And she knows that
FormFit is for women, she assumed you'd be willing to change your
appearance to fit in, and you have, so there are no surprises
there!"

Carl just stared.  Carol was delivering an ultimatum, what she
considered unanswerable arguments.  One after another!

"Third, if you need to look like a woman every time you go
there, she's bound to see you this way sooner or later!  Fourth,
you said it yourself, you worry too much that people might 'suspect'
that you aren't a woman.  Well, I mean to nip that in the bud!  No 
whispering, no gossip!  Let them know you're a woman!  It's certain
that others will see you on the street, that there'll be neighbors 
who recognize you.  So we need to end all speculation about who you 
are and what you're doing.  If you need to look like a woman for 
now, let everyone understand it.  They won't need explanations.  
That's that!"

"Carol, can't I just pretend I'm not Carl but someone else?"

You mean pretend you're your sister of something?   It wouldn't
work.  People would find out sooner or later.  You know a few of my
Garden Club friends, and they know you!  Should they think that you
think looking like a woman is so shameful you need to lie about
it?"

Carl reached desperately for an argument, some way to turn this
tide of argument back!  None!  He just stood there, his eyes
fearful.  "I'm not myself right now.  This isn't who I am!" he said
weakly.  

"No, but it's who you'll have to be for a while," Carol replied.
"Just remember, this has all been your choice!  Now be a good
girl!"   She felt so sorry for him!  He was resisting so manfully! 
So inadequately!  "Sweetie, it'll be all right!  Be proud and stand
tall and you'll be fine!  If you must, just tell the girls that
Carl's gone away and Coral has come to keep me company. 
They'll be amused, and it's true enough.  If you must, tell them I
want you to do this, and you want to oblige me.  Though that seems 
to me a little cowardly."

His heart in his stomach, Carl considered his predicament.  Carol
was insistent.  Adamantine!  Well, I don't care what others may 
think of me as long as Carol loves me, he tried to persuade himself.
Guys used to think I was gay, or queer, or something, when I was in 
high school, because I liked being with girls, and I survived that. 
I'll survive this.  Carol wants it, God knows why.  So she gets it. 
It'll be my love-offering to her!  And she's right, it's no one
else's business.  When I'm a little stronger and I can cut back on
the FormFit sessions I'll cut back on this too, gradually, and
eventually people will forget all about it.

Immediately he felt better.  Carol saw, and understood, and was
impressed.  She leaned over and hugged him, just hugged him, for
the longest time.  Then whispered, "We'd best get started, baby. 
This is your grand debut!  Be sure to refresh that lovely perfume
you're wearing.  That alone'll persuade everyone that you mean it!"

Fifteen minutes later Carl's face had been made up completely twice
over, once by Carol to show him how, and once by himself,
adequately, while Carol showed him a few more tricks and praised his
efforts.  She felt curiously aroused as she watched him spread
lipstick over a lower lip still a bit puffed out from its strenuous
stimulating of her pussy.  It surprised her that she was enjoying
this so much!  Was controlling a man that intoxicating? 
It was!  She loved it!  Even if being a woman wasn't what Carl
really wanted in his heart, though it surely was, even if all this
was mere deceit and intimidation and not loving therapy, dominating
Carl, especially emasculating him gave her such a sense of power! 
She understood now why Maddy was addicted to it!  

Without touching herself, Carol actually orgasmed!

Carl noticed her closed eyes and heavy breathing as he re-capped
his lipstick tube.  His lipstick now, she gave him to understand. 
"Never leave home without it!"  Would she get so excited whenever
he put on his make-up?  She was really getting into this!

And she was, too.  As Carl made himself pretty she once again
imagined him down between her legs twiddling her clit with his
agile tongue, and that nearly brought her off yet again!  She did
so love living with curly Coral!  How lucky she was that he really
wanted to be Coral, too, that he was fulfilled by being Coral, that
he was becoming Coral so quickly, with only a little coaxing to
help him overcome his inhibitions.

Carl was just slipping into his short suit jacket when the
doorbell rang.  Carol went down first to answer the door, and he
heard her exulting in a loud voice, "Maddy, how nice!  Just wait
till you see him!  He's really a she!  She's Coral now!  My Coral! 
So very cute!  I'm so proud of her!  Just what we suspected!  My
new lovely hubby!"

'We suspected'?  What does that mean?  Well, no matter, no going
back for now.  I'm Coral, I guess.  As far as Carol's
concerned, and now Maddy.  I don't understand it.  She wants me
to pretend I'm a girl even to Maddy?  But Maddy knows better! 
Maybe pretend that I want to be a girl?  That must be it.  Well,
all right.  I'll pretend whatever Carol wants.  It's harmless
enough I suppose.  But it's certainly odd.  I never knew this about
Carol before!  It's an odd kink.  But she's so affectionate now
that she's come out with it!

He recalled how excited she'd gotten just now making love to him. 
How satisfying it had been for both of them.  How she didn't seem
able to get enough of him this way!  That wasn't a bad thing, not
at all!  Again he considered, what difference did it make what the
neighbors think?  Apart from Maddy, he owed them nothing!  He owed
Carol everything, she'd nursed him through so much recently!  And
he knew what he really was!  That was enough.  He was Carol's lover
and her husband!  And Carol was the best thing in his life, its
fulfillment, more than he'd ever dreamed he'd ever have!  She
wanted this, never mind why!  And that was enough!  He checked his
hair -- quite presentable.  You really can comb these curls with
your fingers the way Bea said, he thought, patting a stray curl
into place.  I guess I do look cute.

So Carl descended the stairs graciously, trying to move like a
lady, nodding agreeably and smiling a dainty, red-lipped smile as
he heard Maddy's joyous outcries when she saw him.  He felt
confident enough.  He knew his hair was once again as well-groomed
as when he'd first emerged from the salon and that his face was now
smooth and delicately tinted.  He could feel his skirt swish
against the fresh nylon pantyhose Carol had loaned him "until you
can buy more of your own."  It felt customary after a few minutes,
even pleasant.  Odd.

There was another oddity.  "We'll share our day wear," she'd said
as she handed him a whole package of three new pantyhose.  "Slips
and things like that.  But you'll want to get your own proper
hosiery and so on for your own special evenings out."  What special
evenings?  He hadn't understood,  He felt disoriented, half-asleep,
his familiar world warped around to an unfamiliar angle. But one
can get accustomed to anything.  So he told himself.  

Maddy hugged his shoulders and pressed her cheek against his in
welcome, affectionately, girl to girl, the way women do when they
don't want to ruin each other's make-up.  "Welcome, you darling!"
she said.  "You're just so courageous, honey!"  

She asked him a few perfunctory questions, where he'd bought that
marvelous suit, it was so becoming, why he'd decided to pierce his
ears, did he feel that sure of himself?  Or did she?  She reassured
him that Carol was correct, he could set his hair to curve instead
of curl any time he wanted to take the trouble.  "I've got a perm,
but my hair looks more straight and springy than curly!" she told
him.  "The perm supports it.  That's what holds it in place under
the sprays!"

It was strange, Carl thought.  He realized that though they'd
always been friendly, now Maddy was assuming a congenial intimacy,
her manner much closer, more relaxed, more friendly.  More woman to
woman, sharing her beauty secrets.  She seemed to take Coral's real
existence for granted as not at all novel.  Coral was
an old friend.  Carl began to take himself as Coral for granted. 
He couldn't help it! 

The three of them sat down to lunch.  Carol made a few small
suggestions, that he remember to sweep his skirt forward underneath
his thighs whenever he sat down in a chair, or that he pat not wipe
his lips with his napkin to preserve his lipstick through dinner
and keep it from staining the napkin.  But otherwise he was one of
them.  One of the girls.  It felt good.  They swapped gossip about
the straying husband of one of their neighbors, and the libidinous
habits of the wife of another, and about Talbot's upcoming annual
sale -- Coral would certainly want to take advantage of that, she
needed everything!  It all seemed very natural and ordinary.  And
familiar, Carl realized, because it was familiar!  But now, instead
of being auxiliary to a gathering of girls who talked about such
things, as in high school, a hanger-on, he was one of them.  He
belonged!  He smiled to himself.  Now he could go to any girl's
pajama party, he realized, and no parent would possibly know or
object!  

When the women of Carol's Garden Club arrived he felt only a twinge
of embarrassment at the way Carol introduced him.  "And this is my
husband Carl," she said.  "But his name now is Coral.  He's being
a woman because he thinks that may be what he is underneath it all.
I think it's wonderful!"   

The women all smiled and nodded, and took Carol's cue, and seemed to find
nothing extraordinary in it.  Carl sat with them, they listened to
the reports they'd met to hear, and they discussed an obscure
policy about the plantings recently recommended for their local
county Park.  He was surprised that they seemed to regard him as
only one more woman, one more of them.  

For example, during their tea break an elderly woman hesitantly
asked him how he spelled his new name, and complimented him on his
blouse, where did he find it?  She seemed satisfied with his
answers, and Carl soon realized that her questions were really only
kindly efforts to get acquainted.  She advised him, since he was so
thin and it was getting on toward summer, he might think about
going sleeveless whenever possible, and also wear the tightest
pants he could find. "Your waistline's so thin," she exclaimed.
"And you have no hips!  You're so lucky!  Do come for coffee some
time this week and tell me how you do it!"  Other women issued other
forms of the same invitation.  The effect was to close off for the 
next week or two what few moments Carl might have found to 
dress as himself. 

To these women, he realized, he was not weird, he was merely a
woman who was living with Carol where her husband had formerly
lived.  Could he shilly-shally back from that, and become a man
again?  Not easily.  And to his surprise, his new identity wasn't
uncomfortable.  In fact it was satisfying, in some ways.  As with
Maddy a new sense of belonging came over him, as if after a
lifetime of feeling isolated.  Boys had never been pals anyhow 
because he'd always played with girls, and girls had always held 
themselves apart subtly, because he was a boy.  He recalled the 
women who'd smiled at him in passing when he was returning home 
from FormFit and his shopping expedition with Bea.  He belonged 
now to the world's largest sisterhood!

Above all though, he knew he'd keep doing it because Carol wanted
him to do it!  Who knows why?  Never mind why!  He loved her!  He'd
do anything for her!  If she wants me to look and live like a
woman, he thought, and obviously that's what she wants, then I
will!  I'll get used to it!  There are worse things in life than
satisfying your wife!

As he nodded and smiled and said goodbye to his new Garden Club
girlfriends -- as Carol referred to them -- and the two of them
began to clear away the tea cups and cake plates and bring them
back to the kitchen, Carol also felt satisfied with the way the day
had gone.  Her curly Carl had made such incredible progress toward
his own self-fulfillment!  In just two days he'd changed his life,
found the courage to live his dream!  Was it only yesterday she'd
lain back in bed in bed watching him pathetically imitate what he
could never become, too ashamed to confess that he wanted a body
shaped like a woman's, that he wanted to live a woman's life?  Now
he was on the way!  And obviously so much happier!  

She was too!  She looked forward to bed-time when once again she
and her new girlfriend could kiss and cuddle and do so much more. 
It was all new and exciting, this sex with her girlfriend Coral! 
Almost like sex with a stranger!  Not like sex with a strange man
of course, sex with a woman.  And all so very proper -- after
all, they were married!

Oddly, the transient idea of sex with a stranger set her tummy
aflutter.  What a wicked thought!  Carl was a sweetheart, a gentle
man.  But for that very reason sex with him had always been a
little like sex with a woman, and now she knew why.  She let her
memory drift toward some of the more athletic men who worked in her
office.  She recalled how they moved and loomed as they passed her
in the corridor, grinned appreciatively at her.  They were always
gentle too, like Carl, but with an implication of muscular force,
of brute male power under their neatly tailored business suits.  As
she and Coral finished loading the dishwasher together, it struck
her forcibly that there would probably be such a man in her future!
Her new Coral was marvelous, but not for everything!  If all this
continues, she reminded herself, Coral will soon lose her ability
to enter me and squirt into me.  Maddy keeps reminding me of that!

She pondered how men love to squirt and women love making them
squirt, and suddenly she realized why it was that Carl was so
willing to play that cum-swallowing cock-sucking game with her. 
Why he'd let her trick him by deliberately withdrawing her mouth
from his cock just as he was starting to spurt.  It was so he could
lick his cum off her face and neck!  Why it was that just earlier
he'd agreed to suck all of his own slippery stuff out of her cunt.
He wanted to!  Of course!  He's always been a girl at heart!  
Like other girls fascinated by cum, that essence of maleness, that
life-force, the stuff that sex with men is all about, finally!  
Girls love to take cum into themselves!  They're born to it!  

And Coral does too!  Of course!  He was born to it!

It was a blinding revelation!  The girl inside Carl really does
love to lick and swallow semen!  To absorb it, to make it part of
herself!  Just as I do!  Astonishing!  Coral wants to feel that
there's semen inside her, she wants to contain male masculine
essence inside her body, just as I do!  Not just in his balls!  In
his tummy!  As if he were making a baby!  Of course! 

Well, Carol thought, tonight my Coral will lick up all the cum Carl
can produce, all her heart desires!  I'll see to it she provides
herself with plenty!  And from now on she'll drink it direct from
my mouth and my pussy, not just lick it from my face!  She'll love
it!  She'll do it and be glad she did it!  

I'd better start thinking about other ways my curly Coral can
satisfy this desire of hers, too.  Her own cum-producing days are
numbered.  Slurp up other men's cum?  She won't want to of course.  
Not at first, anyhow!  But if she loves cum, and she certainly does,
she should have it, even if I have to go out and get it for her 
myself!

I'll have to discuss this with Maddy.


end 10/17

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