by D. L. Savage
Once I’d pulled on the second stocking, I adjusted the tops until they were just so, hugging my thighs tight, and as I gazed down at my newly feminine legs a part of me even wished I didn’t have any leg hair – because the straggly brown hairs beneath the white nylon were the only clue to the truth.
Next I picked up the thong, my hands actually shaking a little as I stepped into it, sliding it up over my thighs and then feeling the stretchy fabric cup my swollen balls. A final tug and the strip at the back slid between my butt cheeks, while the waistband pressed my rock hard cock tight against my belly, the last couple of inches poking up and out from the panties, throbbing hard and hot against my stomach.
Damn. That actually felt really ... good.
It was such a strange sensation, but it got me even hornier, and I quickly snatched up the mini skirt, wanting to feel the stretchy fabric sliding against my bare butt cheeks and hugging my thighs, too. I pulled it eagerly around my waist and adjusted it until it was just perfect, all the while watching myself in the long dress mirror that stood against the far wall – which was tilted at such an angle so that all I could see was my lower half, which now looked truly feminine. (Well, if you ignored the obvious bulge of my straining boner.) But apart from that, my figure was surprisingly good. And my ass in particular looked hot. I got even more turned on as I admired it in the mirror, peeking over my shoulder as I slowly tugged up the skirt, uncovering first my butt cheeks and then a glimpse of the pink panties beneath, with the bulge of my balls just about showing too.
By now I was a total horny mess, my whole body aching for release, and I squatted down and took the dildo raising it to my face, imagining that it was real, that I was some slutty sexy girl just like Lisa and this was the hot throbbing dick of a total stranger.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, sliding the head of the dildo slowly past my lips, feeling it glide against my tongue, my own cock straining in my panties as I wrapped my lips tight around the shaft and began pushing it slowly in and out of my mouth, feeling the waves of pleasure rising up inside me with each thrust of the dildo past my lips, as my mouth filled with the taste of pussy – Lisa’s pussy.
I let out a muffled groan of pleasure, finally giving in to the temptation and pushing my hand beneath my miniskirt, my fingers wrapping eagerly around my rock hard cock.
As I masturbated, I watched myself in the mirror, keeping my eyes focused on the lower half my body, my stockinged thighs spread wide, my mini skirt riding up around my waist, my pink thong hugging my balls, my hand pumping my rock hard cock until I was totally overcome with pleasure, a broken gasp falling from my lips as I came so fucking hard it took me by surprise, my load spurting out in a series of powerful, creamy spurts, spattering onto the bedroom floor in long white dashes.
But as I came back to my senses, I felt a flash of panic, wondering how the hell I’d be able to clean up all this mess, not to mention wondering if perhaps I’d stretched out Lisa’s clothes in the process and when she next came to put them on she’d somehow know what I’d done.
As it turned out though, that was the least of my worries. Because as my eyes drifted upwards in the mirror, I saw a figure standing there behind me in the doorway.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized that sure enough it was Lisa, the nasty smirk on her face telling me that she’d just watched the whole damn thing ...
4
“This isn’t what it looks like,” I croaked pathetically.
“Oh no?” she shot back in a cruel voice, striding confidently into the room. “Because what it looks like is my sister’s husband is actually some kind of sissy faggot.”
Weird as it sounds, the humiliation of hearing her calling me that word – and of her seeing me like that – actually began turning me on again, even though I was still totally mortified at the idea of Joanie finding out what I’d done.
“Don’t worry,” Lisa continued as if able to read my mind, “she can’t hear us. She’s waiting in the cab outside. I realized I’d forgotten my purse ...”
She strode right up to me, snatching her purse from the table near my head.
“But I’m glad I found out the truth about you, Dave. Or should I say Davina?”
“Please don’t tell, Joanie,” I begged, my voice whimpering as I spoke.
“I’ll think about it,” she spat coldly, before turning and leaving the room.
I remained where she’d caught me, knelt down on the floor in front of the mirror, my cum spattered on the carpet, the dildo still shiny with spit, my cock hard again, even though I felt totally humiliated and exposed, and my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest.
What the hell just happened? I thought, still unable to quite believe my whole life had taken such a sharp and strange turn for the worst.
And a moment later, I almost tore the clothes from my body. The only thing that held me back from ripping them was that I didn’t want to piss Lisa off any further.
As soon as I’d undressed, I put everything back where I’d found it then pulled on my own boring boxer shorts, pants and shirt again – my head still spinning in a whirl of guilt and shame and dread at the thought of Lisa telling Joanie just what she’d seen.
I’ll think about it.
That was the only assurance I had. Her cruel voice echoed around my head as I grabbed another can of beer from the fridge and cracked it open, taking a huge desperate gulp, practically draining the whole can in one, then grabbing a second, wanting to just obliterate what had happened from my mind.
It was just a lapse in judgment, I told myself. A total one off. And I swore to myself that from that moment forward, I’d focus all my sexual energy on something healthy.
On Joanie, my wife.
After all, it’d been months since we last had sex. That was probably the whole damn reason I was getting distracted by such weird, horny urges in the first place.
Yes, I told myself. The next time I felt even remotely horny, it would be Joanie I focused on. And as long as Lisa didn’t tell her what she’d seen, I supposed I could live with my sister-in-law thinking I was some kind of sissy.
Feeling a touch better about having settled that in my head, I sat back down on the couch in front of the TV with my beer, and tried to push the whole damn episode from my mind.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch, because the noise of the front door startled me awake. I could hear Joanie and Lisa giggling and whispering in the hall, both obviously a little drunk and I too felt the woozy rush of the six cans of strong craft ale hitting me all at once as I came to my senses again on the couch ,the TV still blaring away.
I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and for a moment the memory of what I’d done just a few hours ago flashed through my head, and I felt a sobering twinge of panic at the idea that Lisa had told Joanie what she’d seen.
But a moment later my thoughts were interrupted by a silhouette in the doorway to the lounge. I knew immediately that it was Joanie, but the way she was dressed – in that borrowed dress of Lisa’s – made her look for a moment like a stranger.
“Hey,” she whispered, a weird excitement in her voice. “You awake honey?”
“Uh huh,” I replied, matching her quiet tone, but not knowing quite why we were whispering in our own house.
Again, I felt panic at the idea that she was about to confront me about dressing up in her sister’s clothes, and I instinctively began to push myself up from the couch, but she quickly took a step toward me, shaking her head.
“No, no,” she whispered, “you stay right there ...”
Before I even knew what was happening, she’d fallen to her knees before me, her eager hands reaching out and beginning to fumble with the buttons to my pants.
I couldn’t quite believe what was happening. It had been so long since we’d done anything sexual, and I’d always been the one to initiate things. But for some reason, Joanie seemed horny in a way I’d never seen before, tugging madly at my
pants and shorts until she’d freed my cock, a moment later taking it in her mouth with a breathy gasp, working her lips up and down my shaft until I’d grown fully hard, my mind spinning at what was happening – almost like I was still part of some crazy dream.
Joanie hadn’t given me a blowjob since way before we were married – and even then only after I’d begged her. She’d sucked my cock once, at my insistence, and when I’d come in her mouth she’d wrinkled her nose in disgust, shaking her head and rushing to the bathroom to spit out my load, insisting later that she had no idea why girls wanted to do something like that.
But right now, it seemed like my wife was a whole different woman, soft muffled sighs of pleasure rushing up from the back of her throat as she went to town on my dick, sucking it like her life depended on it, her hands joining in on the action too – one stroking my shaft in time to her lips while the other teased and kneaded at my balls.
It felt fucking great, and before long, I knew that I was about to come.
“Hey, honey,” I murmured, my voice tight with lust in the dark of the living room as Joanie showed no signs of stopping. “I think I’m about to ...”
She murmured something, her sucking getting even more eager at my words, and with a final gasp I felt myself let go.
Luckily, I’d already cum earlier that evening, so I guessed it wasn’t a huge load, but even so, I felt a flash of worry that she’d do the same thing as last time and spit it out in disgust.
But instead, I heard her gulp in the darkness, and I felt her tongue licking and lapping at my dick eagerly afterwards, bathing my shaft, head and balls in soft sensual kisses.
“What was that for?” I asked, once she’d finished, just as she was pushing herself to her feet again.
“Oh nothing,” she murmured back happily, reaching out and taking my hand, leading me to bed. “Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him once in a while?”
With these words, I felt total relief; it was clear that Lisa had kept what she’d seen to herself.
“Of course she can,” I replied, but as we both head up to our bedroom, I began to wonder once again just what had happened at that ‘ladies only’ night that Lisa had taken her to. What in the world could possibly have happened to turn my normally shy, prudish wife into a total cock-hungry slut?
5
I woke much earlier than the girls the following morning, and headed down to the kitchen to fix some coffee, figuring they’d both probably wake with hangovers and need it. And after my six beers, I needed it too.
As I waited for the machine to brew, my thoughts once again flitted from that mysterious ‘ladies only’ night they’d been to and what the hell had happened there to make Joanie want to suck me like that, then back to my humiliating episode with Lisa – not to mention the sheer pleasure I’d felt dressing up.
Basically, my head was a total fucking mess.
Soon I heard movement from upstairs, and Lisa was the first to make an appearance, her dark hair now mussed from sleep and her slim toned body wrapped in a simple white robe.
The image of her cruel smile as she’d watched me in the mirror hit me with full force the moment I set eyes on her again, and I quickly turned away to face the coffee machine.
“I’m just making some coffee,” I announced, trying to sound for all the world like nothing had happened last night, and just hoping to hell she didn’t bring it up again. “You want some?”
“Sure,” she said quietly, taking a seat at the breakfast bar as I poured us each a cup.
“So, did you have fun at the club?” I said as I set her cup down in front of her.
“A lot of fun,” she replied, smiling as if remembering something that had occurred. And then her big brown eyes flashed up to meet mine and she added, “even more fun than you.”
I felt my cheeks burning again. A part of me had foolishly hoped that she wouldn’t bring up the incident. But she seemed to be clearly enjoying making me squirm now.
“So tell me, Davina,” she added, in a cruel teasing whisper, “what would you do to stop me from telling Joanie about your little play session in my room?”
“Anything,” I blurted out, my heart pounding now. “Please Lisa, please don’t tell her …”
The idea of Joanie knowing about what I’d done was too much to think about. Even as I was speaking, I could hear the creak of the staircase, obviously Joanie coming down to join us.
“Anything, huh?” Lisa said, taking her time, lifting her mug to her big sensuous lips and taking a sip before adding, “in that case, I have a little idea ...”
But before she could say any more, Joanie came strolling into the bright sunlit room, a happy, sleepy smile on her face. She padded over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, slipping her arm around my waist, totally oblivious to what her sister and I had just been discussing.
“I’ve, uh, made some coffee, honey,” I said sheepishly, hoping my blushing cheeks weren’t obvious.
“Oh great!” she said, still total unaware that anything weird was going on.
“Hey Joanie,” Lisa said, a cruel smile on her face and her eyes locked onto mine, “you wanna go back to the club next week?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Joanie said, turning to look at me. “I mean, I had fun, but I don’t want to leave Dave in the house all alone again ...”
“He won’t mind,” Lisa shot back, her eyes still locked onto me. “In fact, he was just telling me that he’d arranged to go out next Friday night with some of his work buddies. Wasn’t that right, Dave?”
“Uh, yeah,” I stammered, just hoping and praying that Lisa would finish her weird cruel game. “That’s right.”
“Well, in that case,” Joanie smiled at her sister, “sure!”
Things returned to normal for the rest of the week – well, as normal as they could, despite my growing sense of unease about what Lisa had in store for me. As usual, Joanie and I went to work, while Lisa just lounged around on the couch, hanging out on her laptop – she claimed she was looking for work, but every time I caught sight of the screen, she seemed to be logged into Facebook.
I tried my hardest to push my all the weird shit that had happened to the back of my mind, and good to my promise to myself, I’d instead focused all my energy on Joanie – trying to make moves and advances on her, hoping that her unprompted blowjob that one time was the start of some new healthy chapter in our sex lives; that from now on, we’d just focus on each other.
But instead, things quickly seemed to go back to the way they were. Joanie shrugged off my moves all week, always just saying she was ‘too tired’ or whatever. And on the Thursday night, things took a turn for the worse. Because a new message notification flashed up on the screen of my cellphone – a message from Lisa.
I knew immediately that this was it – the little game or punishment or whatever it was that she had in store for me.
She and Joanie were lounging on the couch in the living room, while I was back in the kitchen, and I suspected she was taking sadistic pleasure in typing it while sitting right there next to her sister.
Swallowing back my unease, I opened the message and began to read ...
6
Call in sick to work tomorrow. But don’t tell Joanie. Pretend you’re going in as normal, then come back to the house.
That was all the message said, but I just knew Lisa had some kind of devious plan in store for me.
That night I hardly slept, tossing and turning as Joanie lay, sound asleep next to me, my head spinning with a weird mixture of worry and anticipation.
And in the morning, as instructed, I got dressed for work right along with Joanie, both of us going through our normal routines – hopping in and out of the shower, grabbing some breakfast and coffee – before I gave her a ride in the car to her office, secretly wondering what kind of an excuse I’d make up when I called in sick.
There’d been no sign of Lisa that morning in the house, but I pictured her lying in her room, a cruel smile
etched on her pretty face, knowing I was carrying out the first part of her devious plan.
“See you tonight sweetie,” Joanie said as she was getting out of the car to head into work. “Oh, wait, tonight I’m going out with Lisa to the club and you’re having drinks with buddies ... Think I’ll see you for dinner?”
“I’m uh, not sure,” I replied hesitantly, not knowing what to say. “I’ll let you know ...”
“Love you,” she smiled sweetly, leaning in and kissing me.
“Love you too, honey,” I replied, hoping I sounded totally normal, watching as she got out of the car.
And the moment she did, I pulled away from the curb, driving a couple blocks before pulling over again and cutting the engine, then pulling out my cell.
“Hello Paul,” I said once my boss answered, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it in today ...”
Lisa was lounging on the couch when I got home. She was dressed in casual every day clothes, but for her that still meant tight and slutty – a pair of three quarter length black yoga pants and a tight red vest with no bra beneath; I could tell because her nipples were poking out from beneath the stretchy fabric in two prominent points.
“So did you call in sick?” she said in a teasing voice, the moment I’d shut the door behind me.
I nodded, heart pounding.
“Good,” she grinned. “Good little sissy.”
There was that word again. It cut me to my core – as if she could see right into me and knew that I wasn’t quite like the other men: that I secretly yearned for something else; for kinky, sensual pleasures, for slutty girly delights. And the truth was, I did. I could feel that part of me awakening more and more, seemingly with each passing second I spent with Lisa - my cruel new mistress.
