Big Hard Girls

by Nikki Crescent

  All Lacy wanted to talk about was clothes and shoes, but she was worried Boone would mock her. But there was a whole world of fashion and beauty that Lacy had never known about before. She ended up saying, “I wonder if there are any Manolo shoes in the suite.”

  And then Boone replied, “I don’t know. Maybe. What difference does it make?” And Lacy felt strangely rejected, as if her new interests were off-topic and silly. So she kept her mouth shut, and she let Boone go on about his new working fantasies.

  But maybe he didn’t know what else to talk about. Maybe that was just him talking about the things that he thought men talk about. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about the things that he was really interested in because he didn’t want to break character.

  It was only 1:00 PM when the conversation hit a dead end and the couple became silent as they sat on that beach. Lacy tried to think of something to say—anything that would revive the conversation. But nothing came to mind. So she rolled over on top of Boone. “You’re blocking my sun,” Boone said. “I won’t tan evenly.”

  “Boys don’t care about tanning,” Lacy said with a smile. “They just care about tits and pussies. Speaking of which—do you want to see mine?”

  Boone laughed. “I kind of just want to relax,” he said.

  “Well maybe I can help,” Lacy said as she began to grind her bum against his lap. She could feel that flaccid bulge between Boone’s legs. She knew that it would vibrate and get hard with some stimulation—but she wasn’t sure she could make enough stimulation with grinding alone. But she was willing to try.

  “Seriously though—what are you doing?”

  “Just relax,” Lacy said, kissing Boone on the forehead. She kept grinding, and then she could feel the slight vibration. Boone took a deep breath, letting his head settle down on the sand for a moment. He closed his eyes as his cock became bigger, and that base vibrated harder. Lacy tried grinding her bum faster, to make the vibration even more intense. And then a shudder ran through Boone’s body.

  He suddenly looked up and then he looked around. “Someone’s going to see us. This is public indecency. We could be arrested.”

  “This isn’t a public beach. It’s a private resort.”

  “But there are other people here,” Boone said.

  “You aren’t sounding much like a man right now,” Lacy said with a big grin.

  “You aren’t acting much like a proper lady,” Boone replied.

  “I’m not a proper lady. I’m a bad girl,” Lacy said. She reached down and gave Boone’s shorts a tug, making that cock spring out into the open. She held it upright, spat on it, and then she got it snuggled up between her butt cheeks. She had to pull aside her panties so that she could get it against her butthole. She took a deep breath.

  “You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” Boone said.

  “Let’s just be quick, before someone does catch us.” Lacy suddenly sat down, letting that cock into her body for the third time in twenty-four hours. It sunk in deep, without much effort. Her hole was still stretched from the previous fuckings. “God, it feels so good,” she said, letting her head fall back.

  Boone put his hands on Lacy’s hips, holding her firmly in place while that cock sunk in completely. Then, he kept those hands there as lacy started to bounce up and down. Boone’s face was dark red. His eyes were glowing as he looked up at his stunning wife. “You’re so hot,” he said.

  “Thanks,” Lacy said as a warm burst of excitement filled her up. She kept bouncing, massaging that artificial pole with her tight rectum. “Fuck me—it feels so fucking good.” She had the tip of that cock pressing right up against her sweet spot. She could feel the vibrating. She closed her eyes and then she could hear her husband moaning gently as his own orgasm approached. She slammed her butt down against his lap with every penetration. She was loving every second of it. She loved being a little slut more than anything. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this happy.

  And then Boone pulled her down hard, stopping her from bouncing anymore. He yelled out as he came. Lacy felt a warm gush of fluid splash against her crotch—Boone was squirting, for the first time ever. Lacy didn’t even know that Boone was capable of squirting.

  Then, reality returned to the couple. Lacy looked around and then stood up, letting that cock slip out from her fuckhole. She straightened her dress and then she sat down next to her husband. “That was fun,” she said after clearing her throat.

  “Very fun,” Boone said.

  CHAPTER VII

  Lacy took a shower before dinner, as soon as they were back from the beach. It felt strange as the warm water ran over her gaping hole. She was hopeful that it would tighten back up after a few hours of abstinence. She reached out for a bottle of shampoo, but there was none on the little ledge. She looked around, and then she remembered seeing a small bottle in the walk-in closet, next to the pile of towels. So she stepped out from the shower, wrapped a towel around her waist, and then she went to grab that bottle of shampoo.

  That’s when she saw Boone, sitting on the small bench, trying on a pair of black heels. He looked up suddenly and his face became red. “You’re done already?” he said.

  “I was just grabbing some shampoo,” Lacy said.

  Boone quickly stood up and tossed the black heels aside. “Right—of course,” he said. His lips were pressed thin in his moment of embarrassment. Lacy got the bottle of shampoo and then she went to the shower. Then, as she lathered up her hair (her real hair—the wig was hung up in the closet), she felt her heart stutter. The role-playing was fun, but there was something wrong with it: they both knew that it wasn’t real. It was just playing. And sure, Lacy was starting to understand some of her wrongdoings as a man, but what was Boone learning? When he became Lacy again, would he really understand the importance of Boone’s work?

  “Hey Boone! Can you come here for a minute?” Lacy called out. It still seemed silly to call her husband by her own real name.

  Boone came into the bathroom. “What is it?”

  “Come in the shower with me,” Lacy said.

  “I already had a shower earlier.”

  “Have another one. Please?”

  Boone hesitated for a moment, and then he started to undress. He hesitated once he was down to that band and that strap-on.

  “Take it all off,” Lacy said. So Boone unwrapped his tits and took off the strap-on. It was nice to see him the way that he was: with tits and a pussy. “Come in while the water is still hot.”

  Boone stepped in, under the water. He tried to avoid getting his head wet, so he wouldn’t ruin his carefully tied-up hair. But Lacy went ahead and ruined it for him, reaching out and pulling out that elastic band, letting his hair fall down the way it normally was. “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Lose the voice—just for a few minutes. Just be yourself. Be Lacy. Be my wife.”

  She cleared her throat. Now there were two girls named Lacy standing in that shower. “We aren’t supposed to break character.”

  “Look—I’ll keep playing along. I think I’m starting to understand what this is all about. I’m not quite there yet, but it’s starting to sink in. But what are you learning? I don’t think I get it.”

  The real Lacy shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m just doing what they said to do.”

  “Exactly. They want you to be me so that I can learn a lesson. You have no lesson to learn. You’ve been right this whole time. I don’t know if I can quite put it into words, but they’re just using you to get to me—and… I don’t know—I guess it’s working. But since we’re here together, and I don’t really know if I’m going to get you back once this is all over, I want to have you as you—because it might be the last time I get you as you if you’re really thinking of leaving me.”

  “I don’t want to leave you,” she said.

  “Maybe now that we’re on vacation. But are you going to feel the same way when I’m back at work?”

  The real Lacy
was silent. She stared into the dolled-up Lacy’s eyes. “I guess I just don’t know. It depends on whether things go back to the way they were last week or if things go back to the way they were a few years ago.”

  “And I can’t make any promises one way or the other. I want to tell you that I’ll be the old me again, but words are just words. So for right now, I just want to have my wife back.” She put her hands on the real Lacy’s sides. She moved them down and then up, until she was cupping her small breasts. It was nice feeling her perky nipples again, now that they were out from the hold of that tight band. She squeezed, eliciting a soft moan out from the real Lacy’s lips.

  Then she leaned forward and they kissed. Maybe they were breaking the rules—but maybe it didn’t matter. They were closer to being a real couple now than ever before, and isn’t that the only thing that mattered?

  Lacy spun the real Lacy around and then spread her soft butt cheeks apart, exposing that tiny butthole that had never been penetrated before. “Want to know how it feels?”

  “Kind of,” the real Lacy said. “Does it hurt?”

  “A little bit at first. But I think you’ll like it.”

  “Okay. I guess we can try it.”

  Lacy reached a hand forward, to the real Lacy’s lips. “Spit in my hand.” She followed the command. Then, Lacy reached down and rubbed the spit along her erect shaft, getting herself nicely lubricated. “You ready?” she asked.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  So Lacy pressed her cock in. The real Lacy gasped and then perked up. Her butthole clenched Lacy’s cock for a moment, and then she managed to relax, letting her shoulders sink down as she let out a long, elated breath. “Okay, not bad so far,” she said. So Lady sunk in deeper and deeper, stopping occasionally while the real Lacy clenched and groaned. “It’s so big,” she said.

  “You’re taking it well.” She continued to thrust, massaging the real Lacy’s beautiful hole with her long, rugged cock. The real Lacy was lucky though—she was going to get something that the fake Lacy could only dream of: a real, warm anal creampie. And it was close. It was only a minute before the fake Lacy could feel that elation tingling in the tip of her cock. She took a few controlled breaths in. “I’m going to come,” she said after twenty seconds of desperately trying to hold it back.

  “Fucking come in my little asshole,” she replied.

  The fake Lacy dug her nails in deep. She plunged her cock quickly in and out of her wife’s tight butthole, and then she groaned loudly. “Shit!” she yelled. And then she came, filling up her slut wife’s tight hole.

  Her favourite part was when she stumbled back and watched as the thick cum billowed out from that now-stretched hole. The fake Lacy reached out, scooped up the cum, and tried to push it back into the real Lacy’s asshole. The real Lacy giggled. “That feels funny,” she said.

  “You like it.”

  “Maybe I do. But we need to get cleaned up for dinner, or we’re going to be late. You still need to get your makeup done.”

  “Can you help me? I wasn’t really paying attention when the girls showed me how to do it.”

  “Sure. But let’s get moving. I’m getting hungry.”

  CHAPTER VIII

  The next few days were fun. Lacy and Boone stayed in character while out of their suite, impressing the resort staff. Lacy even ended up improving her fake male voice. She almost sounded convincing near the end of the trip, though it would become a wasted talent, seeing as both Lacy and Boone preferred when Lacy was her most feminine. As soon as they got back to their suite each night, that tight flesh-toned band would come off and Boone would enjoy every second of her small, natural titties.

  The feminine skills that the real Boone were developing on the other hand were going to be put to good use in the future. The sight of Boone in a piece of tight lingerie made Lacy’s pussy wet almost instantly. Maybe she had a bit of a lesbian side that she was just discovering—or maybe she just had a thing for boys dressed up like girls. Boone was just happy that he’d found a shortcut into his wife’s panties, and he didn’t even mind that the shortcut involved shaving his whole body and putting on a bit of makeup.

  He actually liked putting the makeup on. He loved how big and flashy his eyes looked with a bit of eyeliner and a bit of mascara. He enjoyed painting his nails, and he was looking forward to getting home so that he could sit next to his wife, so they could paint their nails together.

  Best of all, they were fucking two or three times a day. Sometimes Lacy would fuck Boone with her strap-on, and sometimes the strap-on would come off and Boone would explore one of Lacy’s tight holes until she was screaming out in complete euphoria.

  And then, every night, they would go to sleep together, cuddled close, feeling each other’s warmth like they hadn’t done in so many years. It was on the last night of their trip when Boone thought to himself: ‘I hope it stays like this.’ But he knew that he would have to go right back to work as soon as that plane landed back home. He had so much to do, seeing as he didn’t get anything done at the resort. And would Lacy understand? Or would his absence be enough to push her away again.

  Maybe it wouldn’t be right away, but his work would push her away eventually. He knew it would happen because it had happened before. But he didn’t want to lose her. What other option did he have?

  The final session with Counsellor Andrews went well. Andrews seemed to think that the relationship was saved, though Boone had a hard time paying attention as he was too distracted by his male clothes, which he was wearing for the first time in a week. He also kept reaching up to play with his long blonde hair, but it was gone.

  “Boone?” Counsellor Andrews said.

  “Huh? What?” Boone asked.

  “I just asked, do you think you can maintain this spark once you’re back home?”

  Boone nodded his head. “I hope so,” he said. “I’ll do my best.” But now that he was in his masculine guise, all he could suddenly think about was his work. He reached into his pocket and felt his phone and he started thinking about all of the e-mails he would have to read once he was home. His heart stuttered.

  “Are you okay, babe?” Lacy asked.

  Boone forced a smile and nodded his head. “Totally fine.”

  They went to the airport together. They chatted openly, until they were in reception range. Then, Boone’s phone started buzzing wildly. He pulled it out and started reading all of the messages he’d missed throughout the week from his co-workers and employees and bosses. “Babe?” Lacy said.

  “Yeah—just one second,” Boone said.

  “We’re here. You can get out of the car now.”

  Boone looked up and saw that they were at the airport. “Right.” He hoped out. “I just need to make a call.” He stepped aside and dialled his boss. While the phone was ringing, he looked back and saw his wife staring at him, looking at him with those same disappointed eyes she had when he missed their anniversary.

  “It’s about time you called. Work’s a shit show right now. Can you come in later tonight? We need to do some serious damage control.”

  “I’m supposed to spend the night with my wife,” he said.

  “Didn’t you just spend a whole week with your wife? Don’t be crazy. Come in to work and get things sorted out with me. Then we’ll have a whiskey and I can tell you about what happened with that new girl down in accounting. I’ve got pictures—you’re going to want to see them.”

  “Honey?” Lacy said, standing ten paces back with both suitcases at her side.

  “One sec, babe,” said Boone. He took another step away from his wife. “Listen. I have bad news,” he said to his boss. “I was a demotion. Put me back on the floor.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I want to work on the floor. Preferably the same desk I had two years ago, but I’ll take whatever’s open.”

  “You want to work on the floor? You want to get paid half the amount you’re making now? Are you fucking retarded?”
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br />   “I want fewer hours and less responsibility. I want more time to spend with my wife. I’m sorry if that isn’t ideal.”

  The line went silent.

  “Are you still there?” he asked.

  “You want a demotion? You got it. Have fun working on the floor,” his boss said before hanging up abruptly.

  Boone slowly slipped his phone into his pocket. He was afraid, with an uncertain future ahead of him. He turned around and saw that his wife was now standing right behind him. “Did I hear that correctly?” she asked.

  “I think so,” he said. He could feel that his skin was pale. But he knew he’d done the right thing. His future may have been uncertain, but at least she would be there with him. At least he now knew how to make her happy—and he knew how to make himself happy as well. “We’ve got lots of savings, and it’s not like I was fired. I’ll just be making less money.”

  Lacy smiled. “Maybe we can use some of those savings to buy you a few new outfits?” she said. “While we’re waiting for our plane, we can look into ordering a nice wig. I think you looked really good as a blonde.” She wrapped her arms around Boone and kissed him on the lips. It was the perfect kiss—a kiss he hadn’t gotten in years. And it was that kiss tha assured him that he’d made the right decision.

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