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Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 15/17  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)   




                             15.

When she arrived home, Carl was sitting up in bed reading.  He saw
Carol's face flushed and her hair awry, as before.  This time he
saw a gleam in her eye too.  What's that all about, he wondered. 
"Had a good time?"  he asked.  "Out with Maddy's friends again? 
Like the way I've arranged my hair this time?"

"Lie down, honey.  Flat on your back!" she replied.  And pull
up your nightie!"  She'd decided to play at being just a little bit
tipsy, to leave things a teeny bit ambiguous!

He wriggled down, his now plump bottom undulating provocatively. 
She thinks I mean to fuck her, Carol thought.  What a dear!  My
darling girl!  Then she realized that for the first time she was
thinking of Carl as a girl!  Not yet!  I must get him started! 
Well, tomorrow it happens no matter what!  

She sank to her knees and sucked Carl's penis into her mouth, then
began licking and pulling on it with her cheeks and lips and tongue
as if it were a fat noodle.  It didn't stiffen of course, but it
plumped up a little and began to seep.  Carol sucked up the seepage
for a half-hour, keeping it mixed with saliva in her mouth until
finally Carl went tense and out loud said "Ahhhh!"  His prick sort
of spasmed a few times.  A little warm liquid joined the
accumulated fluids in her mouth.  She moved up and kissed him on
his nose, his chin, his brow above and below the hairline, and both
cheeks, each time depositing just a little of his saliva-diluted
cum in each place, until Carl's face was shiny and wet and just the
faintest bit sticky.

"Oh dear, look what I've done," she said.  "I've made a mess of
you!"

"I guess so," Carl replied, wondering where she'd been that she'd
come home feeling such ardor.  Someplace erotically stimulating or
someplace boring?  "But I love it when you kiss me that way!"

"That's good," she said, and immediately stripped off her soaked
panties, mounted him, and collapsed her bottom against his face. 
"Now I'll kiss you this way!  I'm feeling so horny!"  Now maybe
he'll think it's his or mine, she was thinking.  Far-fetched as
that would be.

And cum poured out of her!  All over Carl, into his hair, into his
ears, down his neck!  But mostly into his mouth!  

"Drink me, baby," she crooned. "Drink deep!  Swallow it down, safe
and snug inside your tummy.  Cum, juicy cum, that's what we love! 
Man cum.  Thousands of little baby sperms looking for the one
little baby egg each girl keeps deep down inside her secret place! 
Take good care of all these sperm!  Keep them warm in your belly! 
I know you love it, lick it up the way you always do!  Every drop! 
That's it!  More!  Mmmmm!  Yummmm!"  

She's looped! Carl thought.  But she's having such a good time! 
And she's so wet!  All this can't be what I just squirted and got,
from her mouth, can it?  I bet she went with the girls to one of 
those stud shows with male strippers and got all excited!  She's 
not just oozing, she's pouring!

He licked her and swallowed, and licked some more. He recognized
the flavor of cum.  There was so much of it!.  

Carol writhed her buttocks on his drenched face as soon as he'd
cleaned them, wiping them on his nose and cheeks so he could lick
her bottom clean yet again.  He dipped into her anus with his
tongue.  He inserted it deep into the cleft of her pussy.  She came
a few more times, squeezing out more phlegmy blebs, groaning, her
voice exhausted.  Finally as dawn was breaking there was no more
sticky stuff left.  "That's so soothing!" she said finally,
sleepily.  "I was fucked raw, but your tongue is so soothing!  I do
so love you!  I'm so happy now!  Let's get some sleep."  She rolled
over and was out, still dressed in the clothes she'd worn when she
left the house, except for her cum-drenched panties on the floor. 

Carl had no opportunity to ask her what she meant by 'fucked raw,'
but decided finally that she meant it as a figure of speech.  He
went to sleep himself with the flavor of cum still in his mouth. 
Her cum, he decided, though it tasted a lot the way his once did. 
Now how could that be?  Her body-chemistry was changing?  Whatever,
it tasted nice, because it meant she'd enjoyed herself.

Carl woke up still sticky, Adrian's cum crusted in the interstices
of his ears and in the bed sheets and on the bodice of his
nightgown.  He wondered some more about the previous night's bath
of body juices -- how had Carol managed to secrete so much in only
one evening?  He looked over at her.  She lay relaxed as a baby
beside him, smiling sweetly  in her sleep.  Something in her
dreams?  Something remembered?  She was still wearing her full
makeup, he saw, heavy mascara, the way she'd worn it before they
were married, when they'd gone on a heavy date and she wanted to
impress him, but not since.  No lipstick, all of it wiped off on
that limp noodle of a dick of his?  He looked down below his lacy
hem.  No sign of it.  No matter.  He leaned in to snuggle, and she
suddenly seized him around the neck with an iron grip and began to
kiss him hungrily, passionately, mashing her lips on his!  With her
eyes still closed!  Still asleep?  Her arm eased and he could speak
again.  "Carol?" he asked gently.

"All right, yes, yessss!" she replied, eyes still closed.  "One
more, Adrian!  But be quick this time -- I really must get home, 
Carl will be worried!" 

Now Carl lay there wondering what to think.  All that cum!  Slowly
he extricated himself from Carol's arms and got off the bed.  She
lay there with one leg straight, the other leg crooked high up to
one side, her pussy fully visible.  Its lips were puffed out and
inflamed, its hole gaping, a cloudy trickle still emerging and
running down her leg into the bed sheet.  Not her cum, he thought. 
Not my cum either.  Fucked raw.  What have I swallowed?  What has
she fed me?  He turned and walked softly toward the bathroom to
take his morning shower.

When he left the room, closing the door considerately behind him,
silently, so it barely clicked shut, Carol opened her eyes and
looked where he'd gone.  She felt so terribly sad.  He'd done such
a marvelous job cleaning Adrian's residues from her bum and from
her thighs, and between her legs, his tongue had been so dedicated
that an hour or so earlier she'd had to get up to squirt that 
yogurt mix onto her pussy, so he'd have something suspiciously
confirming to look at when he looked, as she knew he would.  Had he
drawn the right conclusion from what he saw?  She listened to the
sound of the shower.  He was usually quick, in and out, three
minutes, maybe five tops.  Twenty minutes later the water was still
running.  He knew!  It was so sad!  But so necessary!  This was the
hard part, for both of them.  

She creamed her last-night's make-up off her face while waiting for
Carl to finish showering, and planned how she'd greet him at
breakfast.  Cheerily, innocently, lovingly!  She felt so terribly
sorry for her poor darling!  Would he confront her now?  Would he
evade asking, afraid of the answer?  Tonight she'd make it all up
to him, all of it!  And tomorrow he'd understand.  He'd forgive
her!  Tomorrow he'd feel as luxuriously well-fucked, as fully a
woman as she felt right now.  That would be her gift to him.

Remembering last night, her pussy spasmed deliciously!

When she'd showered and perfumed and slipped into a cotton house
dress she'd decided on her approach.  Frontal, and fast.  As she
entered the kitchen she saw Carl sitting in the breakfast nook over
a cup of black coffee, no make-up, his hair brushed back simply,
wearing an old pajama top he'd retrieved from a stack of
men's clothes still in the garage.  His bottom was bare, and his
weenie exposed.  She smiled indulgently.  It really was weenie now.
She recalled Adrian's, and smiled again.  Then she told herself 
that all sorts of good things were in store for him if she could 
bring this off.  She sat, poured herself coffee, held it with both 
hands to sip it, and spoke to him.  

"You didn't use your cologne after your shower this morning," she
observed.  "That fragrance Callista gave you."

"No, I didn't!" Carl said, a little resentfully.  "Carol, we need
to talk!"  He settled his bare bottom more firmly on his little
chair, trying to look grim, preparing to conduct a solemn inquisition. 
But as Carol saw, his tush was so plump, so sweetly rounded, it
perched him so high up, that all he could achieve was a delightfully
sexy wiggle.

"Here're your pills," she said as if she hadn't heard him.  "And
here are mine."

Carl decided that had to be his opening.  Relax, lead her on.  So as
he casually swallowed his in order not to alarm her, he asked,
"Carol, why do you still take those contraceptive pills?  You know
I haven't been able to .... ahh, ... we haven't ....not for months
now!"  He couldn't say it.  It was too painful.

"You haven't been able to fuck me?" Carol asked, brightly.  "Is
that what you mean?  It doesn't matter, honey!  Don't worry a bit! 
Between Mr. Dildo and certain other arrangements I've made, I'm 
satisfied.  And after tonight you will be too."

"What other arrangements?"  Carl felt he was losing the initiative.

"Baby, I want you to see for yourself!  This very evening!  We
have no secrets, remember?  I've forgiven you those bimbo
swimsuit girls you pretended to be in private, now that
you're modeling yourself after self-respecting Cosmo and Glamour
women.  And I've forgiven you those little affairs with Miss
Kleenex you never told me about, now that I'm the one who tells you
when to ask her for a date and when to stand her up. So just wait.
Tonight we'll see if you have the character to find out for yourself 
why I'm still taking these pills."

Somehow, Carol had turned his inquisition, her trial, into his
trial!  Carl waffled for time, feeling for a new foothold.  "What
do you mean?"

"We're going out with Maddy tonight.  She has a new man she wants
us to meet.  It'll be a small group, dinner for six, but not casual
-- the men will be in dinner jackets, black tie.  So we'll need to
dress appropriately, high styled.  Maybe even long gowns.  This is
an occasion for that flowered silk print I got you, that
creamy pastel that hugs you so beautifully, you know?  The one
that's cut so your new breasts look poured into it?  And for our best
jewelry.  And we'll both get our hair set.  We've never been to a
beauty salon together, Carl, do you realize that?  It'll be fun! 
Think about what shoes you can wear with that dress.  I've got just
the purse.  You'll be perfect!"  

Was she avoiding his question?  Distracting him?  It had worked,
Carl now had another question!  "The men?"  

"You know how formal Maddy's dinner arrangements can be.  How proper.
Single women need partners.  She's supplying us.  There's a man
named Adrian who's bringing his 'friend.'  Carol contrived to say the
word with a special innuendo. 

Carl heard it.  "Adrian's 'friend'?  They're gay?"

Carol was thankful he'd phrased it just that way.  He could rest
easy a little longer.  "Adrian's friend is gay, if that's what you're 
asking."  Her tone implied he'd just been politically incorrect.

Carl felt relieved.  Maddy tempted him now and then with some woman 
or other, or some man, testing his fidelity to his wife, trying to 
see if he was as goody two shoes as he seemed.  "I'm happily married
and I don't cheat," he told her repeatedly.  

"Not with women maybe, but now that you're a woman how about with
a real man?" Maddy had asked him, her tone slightly sardonic, as if
she doubted he could attract a real man.  "That wouldn't be cheating."
Carl hadn't condescended to answer her.

"All right," he now told Carol.  He wondered if his plain white
satin heels would go with the formal dress Carol'd proposed.  It
was fascinating, he'd found, to assemble outfits for all sorts 
of occasions.  He'd once given advice to his high school friends about 
dressing with flair, and now he practiced that art on himself!  He was 
a bit uneasy that he enjoyed it so much!  

One last try.  "Carol, about your pills?"

She reached across the table and patted his and.  His manicure
needed repair, she saw.  She'd better phone for the salon 
appointment right away.  "Tonight," she told him.  "Tonight 
will provide all the answers your heart will ever want to hear!
I promise!"

It was delectable!  Tonight her sweet hubby would meet the man
who'd cuckolded him and also the man she hoped would fuck him
into his own womanhood.  Maybe he'd even see himself cuckolded
again, maybe just as Sergei was jetting hot live spunk into his
plump rear end!  No man could survive that kind of double
whammy!  Especially not if he was gasping out loud for joy at that
moment, as he always did these days when Mr. Dildo fucked him.  
Tonight he'd fulfill his suppressed dream.

Again, though, Carol felt a bit sad.  His gain would be her loss. 
He'd never again love her in quite the same way after someone like
Sergei had screwed him.  As a woman she knew that already.  He'd 
never again be quite as dedicated to making her happy.  But
there would always be Adrian for her, and the other men Maddy had
alluded to from time to time.  And a few men in her own office
she'd begun eyeing soon after Carl's cock had gone incapacitated,
before they'd tried Mr.Dildo, when she was beginning to realize
that his tongue wasn't enough.  And especially after they'd tried
Mr. Dildo!  There were compensations.

She returned from the phone while Carl was still sitting over
coffee, still in his pajama top, his rather huge boobs hanging 
over the table.  "Hurry!" she said. We're due there in
a half hour!  And use your cologne.  BethAnne tells me there's a
discount for Callista's clients."  She kissed him full on the
lips, while he looked up wonderingly at her.  "This will be your
first formal date, baby.  Our first double date.  I'm so excited!"

"Our first double date?  What do you mean?"

Big mistake! Carol realized.  Well, after tonight there'll be no 
need for these little deceptions.  We can be absolutely honest 
with each other again after tonight!  

"Two unattached women, and two unattached men!" she said casually.
Mix and match!  Think of the possibilities!"  She grinned, and 
winked at him."

Her little joke, Carl said to himself.  The two men are gay!  He 
went back upstairs silently, spilled some of Callista's
cologne into his palms, then rubbed it onto his breasts and neck
and thighs.  Then he contained his breasts in a bra, as he had to
nowadays, and he slipped into a linen shift.  And matching flats. 
He didn't want to embarrass Carol, after all, by implying to
BethAnne or anyone else that Carol was married to a man who didn't
know how to dress properly. 

BethAnne's salon was different from the one at FormFit.  It was
called a "Transformation Studio" not a salon, because as BethAnne
explained, if they're to change the way a woman looks, they need to
change her self-image too, change even the way she thinks she
looks.  "It does no good to create a graceful swan who still thinks
she's an ugly duckling," BethAnne explained.  "We want you to leave
here convinced that you're a new woman in every way!  We transform
everything!  Would you like some fruit juice?  What we have planned
for you will be pretty thirsty work!  Here!"

She held out a small liqueur glass with a yellow fluid in it.
Chartreuse?  Carl glanced at Carol, who nodded.  Why weren't they
offering one to Carol too?  Ladies first, after all!  No, it isn't
a liqueur, Carl realized as he swallowed it.  It wasn't at all
sweet.  A little bitter in fact.  But as he held the last of it in
his mouth, it began to taste fruity.  It was nice!

Carol went off with her stylist, and then Carl's appeared and
gestured to him.  He went, feeling just a little spaced out, docile,
and sat down in her rather elaborate chair, her "working station"
she called it. It had all sorts of instruments and trays within her
reach, he saw. 

"I'm Dolly," she told him.  "Your friend Carol told me what you
want.  Let's just see!"  She seized his hair and pulled it back,
examining his lean face in the mirror and pulling the mop of curls
from side to side speculatively.  Then she said, "I guess keep it
short, because long hair on a girl who performs oral sex a lot is
messy.  You do go down on girls all the time, don't you, hon?"

"Only Carol," he said, wondering why he was answering such an
intimate question put to him by a complete stranger.

"How about guys?"  She tilted him back and wet his hair down.  He
closed his eyes as she rubbed a cream onto his forehead, and worked
lotion into his scalp.

"Only Mr. Dildo," Carl replied calmly.  He was astonished that he
wasn't at all astonished to be making such a confession!

"Mr. Dildo.  Not much to mess a girl's hair in a dildo, is there. 
Worn by a man or a woman, honey?"

"A woman," Carl replied as if she were asking what he'd had for
breakfast.  "My wife!" he added.

He realized that he'd just told her he was a man down under, if she
hadn't known it earlier.  But he couldn't help it.  It didn't seem
to faze her at all.  "Never gone down on a real man?" she asked.

"Not yet," Carl replied.  Why that?!!

"But pretty soon I guess, is that it?  You just wait till you get
your first real cock in your mouth, then, " she said.  "A man's. 
Think about it.  Imagine it.  Long and thick and heavy-veined, with
a huge soft purple head for you to wrap your lips around.  Leaking
that tasty sticky stuff from its one big eye.  And all yours!"

"Yes," Carl replied.  He could imagine it!  Exciting!

"Think about it a while.  I need to see what else they have
scheduled for you.  While I'm gone, lick it and try to swallow the
whole shaft. It'll be just like Mr. Dildo, except it'll be warm and
it'll throb now and then.  OK?  Be right back."  She disappeared.

"OK," Carl said.  He was entranced by the huge imaginary cock in
front of his eyes, and leaning forward, he found he could indeed
lick it.  So he took it in both hands and positioned his head and
pushed down hard.  It slid into his throat.  He bobbed his head. 
It felt so good, filling his throat!  Better than Mr. Dildo ever felt,
because it was hot-blooded, and lunged back!   He licked and sucked 
and rolled his tongue over it, making little mewing sounds in sheer
pleasure, scarcely noticing that Dolly had returned, wrapped his
hair, curled it, rinsed it, sprayed it, sat him under a dryer, and
combed it out and sprayed it again.  That penis he was sucking was
so delicious!  An hour went by.  Then another!

"There!  I've left two little love handles a man can grab to give
you a little guidance when you're down on him.  But otherwise your 
hair's just like your wife's now, just as she wanted it.  Pale 
blonde she wanted for both of you, with heavy bangs.  Easy to take 
care of, falls into place no matter where your head's been, wash it 
a few times a day if you need to.  That's what she wanted for herself,
so that's you too now.  Like sisters.  She said she wanted anyone who
sees you together to tell at a glance that you're a couple.  That
you like the same things."

"We do," Carl explained.  "She wants what I want, and I want what she 
wants."  

"I certainly hope so," Dolly replied.  "Now for your face.  There 
you'll be different.  She likes an innocent look, and she wants you 
to look a little more daring, more challenging.  'Sly' was what she
said.  'That'd be perfect for him, with what I have in mind!' she
said.  OK?"

That seemed about right.  "OK," Carl said.

Dolly laid out a huge palette of tints and lotions and unguents and
set to work on Carl's face.  He felt somewhere behind her that
another operator was working on his fingertips.  But he had his
eyes closed while she spread something cool and moist on the lids
with a teeny swab of some kind, and gave him some teeny stabs, 
barely perceptible.

"Don't worry about having to match all this make-up at home," Dolly
said.  "What I'm putting on you now is permanent, like tattooing. 
Some of it is tattooing in fact, some of it's dyes, but it all works
together.  It'll last at least a year.  You don't want it for much
longer than that, because fashions do change, shades and tones and
so on.  The 'sly' look will be permanent though.  Your wife thinks
you'll lead a happier life from now on if every man who looks at
you thinks you've already looked him over, measured him from under
these heavy lids of yours to see how he'll fit.  So that's what
you'll do whenever you see a likely looking man, won't you.  Check
him out."

"Yes," Carl said.  "Of course."

"Imagine what his cock would feel like in your mouth."

"Yes."  Carl did.  There was that huge purple-headed cock again. 
He leaned forward to tongue it.

"And up your ass."

He felt a hot slick, rubbery knob poke at his sphincter muscle,
then penetrate him.  Then slide all the way in!  Ecstasy!  It was
like Mr. Dildo, but it throbbed as it slid in and out, filling and
emptying him, making him eager to feel filled again! 

"You remember when all the girls you knew were discovering boys,
what fun it was to do things to boys?  Now you're discovering that
for yourself, aren't you?  Tell them about it!"

Now he was one of his high school girl friends, leaning toward the
other girls and telling them about this huge cock he'd just been
sucking.  He'd never glanced at the boy, didn't even know his
name, he'd just bent down to suck his cock!  The girls all giggled
and offered comments.  One girl seemed disdainful.  "Only one
cock?" she asked. "Is that all?  And you call yourself a girl?"

"Yes, I do!" Carl pouted defensively.  "Because that's what I am!"
The other girls agreed.  "See?" he told that girl triumphantly.

"But you're particular, honey," Dolly told him.  "Not just any man. 
The right ones only.  You love them, love them all, and you're a
beautiful, seductive girl, so you can have any of them.  You have
to choose.  They have to be right for you.  Now, aren't you just
gorgeous?  Look at yourself in the mirror.  What do you see?"

"A gorgeous girl.  Seductive.  Beautiful."  Carl did see her, too! 
There she was!  Was he imagining her?  Who was she?  A blonde with
the cutest short hairdo, wisps covering each ear!  And the slyest,
most teasing expression he'd ever seen on a woman!  Huge eyes, and
the faintest blush of modesty on her cheeks.  Or was it passion?  

"That's you, honey.  That's you now.  That's Coral."

"Oh!"  That was all Carl could say, breathless with adoration!  If
I could still have erections, he was thinking, I'd be bursting
through my panties.  She looked so ... available!

"Just look sideways at the right man, with the slightest little
smile, as if you were waiting for him to make his move and quite
sure that he will.  And you can bet he will!"

Carl turned aside, then did just that.  In the mirror he saw
the effect was devastating!

"You know who the right man is?"

Carl seemed to wake up.  This was a question he couldn't answer. 
He looked at Dolly, his eyes still self-assured, appraising, but
now puzzled.  The right man?  Where was he?  Oh yes, he was now
beautiful, and attractive, blonde like Carol.  And a girl!  Even
though he'd only sucked one cock so far!  Carol and he were like
sisters now.  They'd have such fun!  

"No, I don't."  He felt a little anxious.  How could he tell?

"Carol will tell you.  You'll always know, because Carol will know. 
Just let her know when you see some guy who interests you, and
she'll let you know if you should take it any further.  That sound
like a good plan?  Here, we're finished.  I see your wife waiting
for you up front.  You're a lovely woman, Coral!  Enjoy your life!"

"Thank you, Dolly," Carl said.  "I intend to."  He winked and smiled
sideways at her, ever so slightly.  

She grinned back.  'B'bye, hon!  It's been an interesting day!"


end 15/17

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