by Mia Moore
Now this was confusing. “Steve… our friends from the club DO know how to fuck… what the hell are you driving at?”
Ignoring her, he continued. “And I didn’t want to go to an online dating site and go through the whole courtship process to meet someone.”
“Courtship.”
“You know what I mean.”
She nodded.
“This escapade’s going to be sort of new, so for now I decided to do it this way.” He sat up. “And besides, honey, between looking after the baby, our families, and both our vanilla and Lifestyle friends, do we really have the time to expand our social circle? When all we’re looking for is shits and giggles anyway?”
Well, he did have a point. She shrugged again in a kinda sorta, I guess so way.
“Now you got me even more curious. What’s so special about this girl anyway? I mean, I assume it’s a woman…”
“Well, she has a nice rack, nice ass… hang on.” He reached over and grabbed his cell phone. He played with it for a moment, and turned back to Tara. “What do you think?”
It was a photo of a beautiful woman, about 30 years old, reclining beside a pool. She had long black hair that fell past her shoulders to her bustline, and wore a black bikini complimenting her dusky skin. She faced the camera, her lips in a half smile. And oh God, they were such luscious lips. Full and rich, with a bright, red gloss. Tara’s belly fluttered thinking of kissing and nibbling on such a succulent mouth.
“What do you think?” Steve asked.
“What’s her name?”
“Coco.”
Hmmm…. Looking at Coco’s almond eyes, the name fit. “She’s gorgeous.” She looked sideways to him. “But I thought we were going to have a guy, why did you change your mind?”
“Let’s just say I’m meeting you half way.”
“What the hell does THAT mean?”
The Cheshire Cat returned. “Don’t anticipate, participate.”
GRRR!
On Saturday night, Grandma was at the house to look after the baby, and they headed downtown. Steve had booked a room at the Marriot Suites and when they entered the room, Tara nodded in approval. It was spacious with a king size bed on the opposite wall by the windows, a dinette table and two chairs, and a sofa. It wasn’t the typical love seat, and probably held a pull out couch as well. Steve stepped over to the bar fridge and loaded it with a couple bottles of wine, a six pack of beer, and some Red Bull.
He took out a few bottles of harder stuff and lined up scotch, rum and vodka on top of the fridge.
Tara eyed him questioningly.
“I don’t know what Coco drinks,” he responded.
“You couldn’t send a text?”
He laughed. “Well, maybe, but what the hell—what we don’t use we’ll either stock at home or donate to the club.” He stood and glanced at his watch. “Well, I think we should start getting ready.”
He had packed all their clothes for the evening, and when he handed Tara her garment bag she was somewhat surprised at the outfit he picked for her. No sexy dress? Instead he packed her black pants-suit from work. What the hell? Removing it from the bag she noticed that he had tried to sex it up a little with the see through camisole, and three inch pumps. Even so, this was the least sexy outfit she had ever worn on a Date Night, let alone a night that had anything to do with the Lifestyle.
Steve was dressed just as conservatively, in his black suit.
Later, when they got into the taxi, Steve leaned over the seat and told the driver their destination in such a quiet voice that she couldn’t overhear it.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Don’t anticipate…” Never, in the history of marriage had a man ever deserved a swat more.
The taxi went deeper downtown, on the lower west side of the city, to the area where the nightlife was the most vibrant. Bars, restaurants and dance clubs lined both sides of the street for a stretch of six blocks. At the end of the strip, there was a nightclub with a blinking marquee named ‘Mary’s Munchies and Booze’. Underneath the blinking lights, in movie house lettering was the message ‘Saturday TGirl Night!’
There was a fenced off patio with about twenty tables, all occupied, so many patrons were forced to stand. When they got out of the cab, Tara could hear pulsing dance music coming through the plate glass windows. Male servers, in tight t-shirts and jeans maneuvered deftly through the crowded patio.
The crowd, including the serving staff, was already knee deep in the hoopla. Peals of laughter bubbled out of the loud drone of so many conversations.
Tara looked the crowd over. TGirl Night, eh?
One woman, who was at least six feet tall, was a perfect copy of Liza Minnelli, from the short bobbed hair style, to the stretch pant leggings. Her makeup was a perfect reproduction of what Liza had worn in Cabaret.
‘Liza’ was chatting with a striking African American woman in a blonde wig that hung straight down to her waist. She was holding a martini glass, and her hand had manicured nails that had to be at least an inch long.
There were men there too, and Steve wasn’t the only guy who was in a jacket and tie.
She peered closely at one man, who was short and slender. She realized his mustache was painted on and it dawned on her that less than half of the people there had actually dressed to their gender.
She shook her head. She had never been to a nightclub like this before. All the people here were having a blast.
“What do you think?” asked Steve. “Care to join the party?”
“Are you kidding? Let’s get in there!” She grabbed his arm and they entered the patio.
“Hang on a second.” Steve took out his phone and tapped out a quick text message. Before he could put it back in his pocket, a reply buzzed in. He read it, and scanned the patio.
“There she is!” he said. “Let’s go and say hi.” Taking Tara by the hand, he snaked their way through the crowd to the far side of the terrace.
She saw Coco sitting at a small table. It was like Scarlett O’Hara in the opening of ‘Gone With The Wind’, with two men sitting close to her, vying for her attention. They were seated opposite her, leaning in.
Coco looked up at Tara, and their gaze fused and sparked--Tara stopped and gasped. She felt Coco’s attention envelop her, like she was reading her mind. Her mouth opened a bit from the impact, and when it did, Coco smiled and licked her lips.
Turning away from Tara, back to her suitors, she said. “Now, I told you both that you are wonderful boys, but my date’s arrived. You know I was holding these seats for them. So why don’t you be gentlemen and scoot, so I can have fun with my friends?”
Like a pair of twelve year olds, the men moaned ‘Awww, c’mon!’ in one voice. Coco held up her hand. “You are gentlemen, are you not?”
With a shuffle and another groan, the men rose from their seats. The taller of the two held his hand out to Steve. “You’re one lucky son of a bitch, man. She’s charming.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “And hot! Have a great time.”
Steve did a fist bump with the guy and they left.
As soon as they departed, Coco stood up. Wearing a blue lamé mini dress, she was as attractive as she had appeared in the photo. Although she was a little taller than Tara, her slight build gave her an impression of being petite.
“I’m so excited to meet you guys!” she said. Her voice had a touch of an Asian accent; Tara wasn’t sure if it was Filipino or Indonesian. Either way, it added to her exotic aura, and fit her almond shaped eyes. She was beautiful. Coco reached out and gave Tara, and then Steve, hugs. They all sat down.
They started chatting as if they’d known each other for years instead of just minutes. Coco was adept at putting them at ease. Tara was surprised that the atmosphere of this meet up was so similar to the ‘meet and greets’ she and Steve had partaken in, since getting into the Lifestyle. It didn’t have the feel of an escort with clients that she assumed would happen.
There was an atmosphe
re of sensuality among the three of them right from the start. There was no question that the three of them were going to play, only a matter of how soon. That difference in timbre of this meet-up added a layer of excitement.
They had two rounds of drinks, and Coco sat back and looked to each of them and asked “Well? Who’s going to dance with me first?”
“Who would you like to dance with first?” Steve smiled.
“Oh that’s easy!” She stood and took Tara’s hand. “Let’s go, honey, I love this song.” Tara didn’t know the song that was playing, but the steady sensual beat was more than enough for her to stand and follow Coco into the nightclub and onto the dance floor.
When they got there, Coco turned and took Tara into her arms, pressing her close. Tara raised her arms encircling Coco’s neck, and Coco nuzzled into the side of her face. Feeling the other woman’s face next to hers was like moth near a candle; Tara felt instant heat rise. As the music took them, they swayed in time to the beat and quickly the dance turned into desire.
Tara arched her neck, pulling her head back just as Coco pulled back as well. Their faces close, Tara stared at Coco’s mouth. What the hell. She leaned in and kissed her.
At the first touch of Coco’s mouth, like a candle doused with gasoline, a swell exploded inside Tara’s head and through her body. When her tongue entered Coco’s mouth, she found a warm welcome as Coco’s tongue undulated under and over hers.
Tara dropped her hands from Coco’s shoulders and stroked, first her back, then lower and lower to her ass. She pulled on her sumptuous roundness, clasping. The women stood still on the dance floor, grinding their bodies against each other, pulsing in time to the music.
As the first song faded and the next song cued up, Tara broke the kiss.
“Whoa… I need some air,” she said.
“I need more than that, sugar,” Coco smiled and took Tara’s hand, leading her back out to the patio where Steve waited.
“Let’s go,” said Tara. The No Sex Diet was so over!
Steve grinned, stood and polished off his drink. He held out his hands and the two ladies, each took one. Tara could see the bulge in Steve’s pants that complimented her own dampness. And he hadn’t even hit the dance floor!
As they left the terrace, Steve’s arms circled the ladies’ waists; his hands, resting at the top of their butts drawing small circles that made Tara shiver. Both she and Coco put their arms around him as they navigated through the crowd and into the street.
They hopped into one of the cabs lined up outside and Steve gave the driver the hotel’s name, asking him to hurry.
“I’ll get you there as quick as I can, mister. You can do whatever you want back there, just don’t stain the seats,” he looked into the rear view mirror and grinned. “I pick up a lot of customers here, if you know what I mean.”
“Then let’s get this party started, baby!” Coco sat between Steve and Tara. She hiked her legs over each of them, and spread wide, skirt pulled up to her waist. Her hand drifted to her crotch. “You two have me sooo hot!” Sensuously and slowly, her fingers danced along her crotch.
When Tara placed her hand on top, Coco slid her hand out, giving Tara full access.
“Oh. My. God!” She had expected to feel Coco’s damp mons through the panties, but instead her fingers fondled a semi rigid cock! Tara leaned forward to look at Steve, her mouth hanging down in shock.
“Surrrprise!” He laughed.
Oh God. She turned back to Coco. “You’re…”
“The best of both worlds honey.” She placed her hands on her chest. “I bought the boobs and kept the tool. I’m all the man and all the woman you guys will need!” Tara’s hand was still on Coco’s crotch. “Now why don’t you keep on getting to know me?” She pushed her hips up gently.
Tara stared at Coco. She hadn’t been able to tell from looking at her that this woman would have a cock. She felt it thicken under her hand. This was going to definitely be a night to remember…
She had fantasized about being with a Transgendered woman… well, a ‘mostly’ transgendered woman, but had never mentioned it to her husband. Up until this moment, she thought such an idea was too far out there for him to handle. And yet, in some way, he had picked up on it.
Or, maybe, even better, it was his own secret he was letting out of the bag.
Still fondling Coco’s cock, she leaned over to Steve. “This… is awesome!”
“Phew. I was hoping you’d dig it, hon; but it was a risk.”
She gave Coco a squeeze. “This’ll just be our little secret then.” She leaned over and kissed her.
Breaking off the kiss, her hand snaked under the fabric of Coco’s panties, and pulled her cock free. She stroked it softly, up and down. It wasn’t a big one; she’d be able to easily get it all down her throat.
“You trying to milk some out, honey?” cooed Coco.
“Yes,” Tara stared down at the cock.
Steve’s hand had slipped into the bodice of Coco’s dress and he kneaded her breasts. Tara looked up to see that the intensity on his face matched her own. This was too fucking hot…
Coco’s arm snaked around Tara, pulling her close. “Oh yeah, girl, play with my meat.” She pushed her hand into Tara’s jacket and squeezed Tara’s breast. “Oh, these are so cute…” she sighed, “and real…”
When the taxi drew to a stop at a red light, Tara glanced into the rear view mirror, and watched the cabbie’s eyes looking back. She licked her lips and slid off her seat onto the floor of the cab. The driver adjusted the mirror to be able to watch them better. Good. She winked at him and turned back to Coco.
Half squatting on the floor of the cab, with Coco’s stiff cock in her hand, she lowered her head to take it into her mouth. But before she did, her gaze flitted to her husband and saw him watching her. Good. Just the way it should be. She blew him a kiss, and then opened her mouth, to take the shaft inside.
She was surprised as her tongue lolled over the skin of his shaft. It tasted almost lemony! Keeping Coco’s cock in her mouth, she looked up, her eyes asking the question.
“That’s right, baby, I taste as sweet as I look,” Coco grinned. “It’s a cucumber and lemon body rub I always put on before a date.”
“I like it,” Tara said, pulling Coco’s cock away for a second. She popped it back into her mouth and rolled her tongue over the head before sucking more of it in.. Just as she thought, she could fit the entire shaft in her throat without having to ease through the gag reflex. She steadied herself with her hands on the seat as the taxi resumed moving.
She heard the whirr of Steve’s fly lowering. Looking up, she saw Coco pull his thick cock out and stroke it. Steve settled back, his hips pulsing into Coco’s hand.
“Okay, you guys, thanks for the show.” The driver pulled up to the curb in front of the hotel. They tucked themselves back in and got out, with Steve paying the fare.
In the elevator they drew into each other, pawing and fondling. They didn’t even look up when the car came to a stop and another guest got on. When they got to their floor, they exited, still clutching at each other and giggling.
As soon as they entered the room, Steve pushed Coco onto the bed mattress, squatted down, and pulled her panties off. He stood and looked down at her.
“Play with yourself, baby.” His voice was a low rumble and he started to stroke himself through his pants.
Lying back on the bed with her legs akimbo, Coco touched her cock, tentatively, teasing at first and then massaging it in her palm.
“You like watching me, honey?” She asked.
“Yeah, I do. You’re our first Transgendered girl.”
Tara clicked a button, and music filled the air. She stepped next to Steve, unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. She rested her head on his chest and stroked him, both of them staring at Coco as she pleasured herself.
“This is so fucking hot, Steve,” Tara purred.
“Yeah.” His hand was on her ass, rubbing it
firmly.
They took off their clothes, tossed them into the corner and naked,, they stepped onto the bed, with Coco between them.
“Let’s get you out of this, honey.” Tara tugged at Coco’s dress, slipped it off and put it on the night table.
Coco stretched out on the bed, writhing in time to the music. Her hands stroked and rubbed her body, squeezing her tits, rubbing her stomach and stroking her stiff cock as they watched. Her breasts were small, perfectly proportioned to her slender frame, her nipples dark and swollen.
Tara wondered if she was on hormones— that nice layer of flesh on her hips.
“My turn.” Steve shifted to lay on Coco and lowered himself onto his elbows. Grabbing her by the back of her head, he lunged for her mouth.
Tara sat back on her heels watching. Their bodies writhed on top of each other, their mouths feeding. Steve’s hips began to grind into Coco’s, and Tara tilted her head, watching their hardening cocks, glide up and down each other, trying to fuck each other’s belly. Tara’s hand found its way to her crotch and she rubbed her clit softly.
Breaking the kiss, Steve swung around so that his head was at Coco’s crotch. Tara watched as her husband popped Coco’s cock into his mouth, and holding a couple of fingers around the base, began to give her head.
Not to be outdone, Coco reached over, looped her arm over Steve’s hips and pulled him closer, to suck cock as well.
Tara watched and felt her first orgasm of the night begin to flutter in her belly.
Steve lifted his leg, straining forward to lick from the tip of the cock, down the thick vein on the underside, to the balls and past to Coco’s asshole. He rimmed Coco’s ass with thick wads of spit.
Oh God… When Steve pushed a finger up inside Coco’s asshole, Tara’s first orgasm flooded through her pussy. She bore down her thumb stroked her clit as she slid two fingers inside her damp hole watching her man finger fuck Coco.
“MMmmhhhh” Her heart hammered in her chest. “Oh yeah…”
Steve was getting close to the edge; Tara saw Coco pull away from his cock and start to pump it. A thick pearl of clear pre cum oozed out, and Coco licked the tip of Steve’s shaft, making him squirm and tremble.
