In the last post, Bobbi Jo and I had placed two ads for me/us online in cross dresser and cheater's sites. on Affair Connect it's Couple4TGCD, and on Cross Dresser dating, it's under DangerGrrl4U, Check them out!
Anyway, the first week saw almost a hundred replies, Wow, I must be popular.
Naturally, many of them are nonsense, people hundreds if not thousands of miles away. to these, I have a standard reply, " YES, Please come right over, I'm waiting". Really. READ the ads, it helps.
One reply in particular stands out, it is coherent, rereasonable, and written by someone that can not only spell, but make sense when writing. Her name is ANNIE.
She lives close to us, just a half-hour away. Annie is a cross dresser, loves to play and is seeking a Dom. type person to compliment her submissive side. Not being one that enjoys endless rambling emails, we converse three times, and set up a meeting, she is to come to our house for a get acquainted meeting and play date if it works out that we all like each other. Annie says that she likes to dress, and will come to us fully en-femme. Great!
Bobbi Jo decides to wear a red and yellow leather flamed design corset and high black boots, she helps me dress for the first time. I pick a red spandex pleated and flared mini skirt , a black satin top and crotchless stockings with knee high black boots. I choose a long, dark brown shag wig, and Bobbi Jo does my makeup. Looking in the mirror, I don't look to bad, but a loss of ten pounds wouldn't hurt anything. I make as commitment to myself to do so for the future.
At precisely 8PM, the bell rings. my date is here, having never seen her I am not sure what to expect. I answer the door and to my surprise, a very cute Grrl is standing there, she is thin, sexy, wearing high black boots, a black wet look mini skirt and white satin top with a studded necklace/collar. Very Nice. My body reacts at once...
We all introduce ourselves and settle in to talk and get to know each other. In about a half hour, we seem to be very comfortable with each other. I ask her if she would like to go upstairs to our playroom. An immediate YES is forthcoming. I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs. by the time we get half way across the room, she is holding onto me and nuzzling close to my body. I am so turned on... When we get to the playroom, I put my arms around her and pull her close to me, the feeling of her body pressed against mine is fantastic. I take her in my arms and we kiss for the first time. Again and again...Bobbi Jo comes into the room to watch, she is letting me have my fun as she takes it all in. She seems excited as well watching me and Annie. The next hour or so is a blurr. Annie and I shared our bodies, our passions and wound up drained of all our energies. Seeing her slide down my body with her hands along my sides as she lifted my skirt and took me into her mouth for the first time was amazing, I still relive the moment. Likewise, i tried my best to reciprocate and provide her with all the pleasures that I could muster. The first time that I took her clitty into my throat was heavenly, the feel of her wet sex drove me to unbelievable heights of lust. It must have worked as we now regularly see each other for very Hot, intense play sessions. The three of us are great together. Bobbi Jo has been taking Annie to the realm of BDSM, using her for pleasures that only she can provide, Annie is learning to be a good slave submissive and serve her masters well. She has learned to take very large cock dildos in her pussy and accept whatever punishments Bobbi Jo decides to administer to her, especially when she is tied, chained, gagged and bound to a whipping bar suspended from our playroom ceiling. On a subsequent date, it was my pleasure to take both Annie and Bobbi Jo,out to dinner at a fancy local restaurant, all of us dressed in fetish attire. The evening was fantastic, seeing both of my ladies so sexily dressed in public, the entire wait staff of the restaurant couldn't be more attentive to us, nor more gracious. Naturally, the culmination of the night was several hours of wet, slippery sex for us all when we got home.
We both hope that Annie will remain one of our family for years to come.
In the past three years, we have progressed in our relationship, my love for Bobbi Jo has grown exponentially greater, something that I have never felt in a prior relationship . From the first steps of our journey into the realm of HotWife play to where we are currently is a quantum leap. Bobbi Jo corresponds daily with her cadre of lovers and the hopeful potential ones. Sadly for them, few make the grade. She is very discriminating in her tastes. She only desires self assured, strong willed men with the ability to control her, use her, and make her want more and more...Don't ask her what she wants, or to establish rules. her ideal man will know what she needs, and give it to her. hers is to serve a man, be his play toy, his source of amusement and pleasure.
Those that fulfill her needs, are rewarded with a fantastic experience ( as many have related to me). She frequently is asked to go away for long weekends to be a live in play toy for her "captor", or to be ordered to a place of rendezvous, blindfolded, tied and bound and used for pure sexual gratification for the entire night, then released to return home to me.
I personally enjoy when she invites a lover to our home for dinner, we all talk and in my mind I know that soon the man I am chatting with will take my wife by the hand upstairs to our own bed and use her for his selfish sexual desires, with me helpless to intervene. More than once, I have been tied to a chair, or tied helplessly on the bed next to her in the bedroom, gagged and made to watch as she is used over and over. How lucky can a guy get!
Therein lies the next chapter in the tale of lust and love.
on one such night, i was bound helpless on the bed next to Bobbi Jo as she was being fucked silly by her lover. Watching her mouth the words " I love you" to me as she was being seduced and raped drove me crazy with lust. My cock was ready to explode. As he finished by filling her with his cum while she was driven to her "Nth" orgasm, he lay next to her and smiled at me. Without saying a word, he slid over and took my cock in his hand and slipped it into his mouth! He closed his lips and started to slide up and down on my shaft. Within minutes, I was moaning like crazy, I was approaching the point of no return. With a loud groan, I let go and came with all my possible force into his mouth. He slid my cock fully into his throat and just stayed there for a minute. He then withdrew and moved further up on my body, he placed his lips on mine and allowed my cum to drain into my mouth. We were snowballing my cum. I swallowed much of it and he continued to kiss me and force two of his fingers deep into my ass. I was instantly hard once again. he kept kissing me and softly massaging my body as we all lay there. Bobbi Jo lay there amazed and quite turned on as well. As the night ended, I was somewhat speechless, what was I to say to her? I certainly didn't do anything to iinstigate this scene, nor had he ever given us any hint that he was Bi.
As we lay in bed, we discussed the events, Bobbi Jo said to me, "Well, as I have been having all the fun, I feel a bit guilty, I think that you should run an ad and find playmates for yourself".I was happy to be sure, and a bit confused. I know that she gets a bit jealous when i am with another girl, especially if she is really sexy and hot looking. That's why I suggested Hotwifing, so that she could be the sexual partner and I would be her Cuckold. "Really?" I asked."You mean that I can find a hottie to play with like DeeDee was?"
"NO, she said, "It made me very excited to see you with him tonight, the two of you were so hot together it really made me hot. So, I want you to advertise for Cross Dressers and Transgenders, I know how much you used to enjoy cross dressing with Erika, and being her "girlfriend" when the two of you used to go out dancing. I think that it would be good for you to once again find playmates that enjoy the same things". she exclaimed. Besides, I like it too and will happily join in with you, if you want, or you can date and play alone, it's your choice." I said that I no longer had any of the outfits, shoes wigs or boots that Erika and I had bought for me and that Erika used to do my hair and makeup before we went out. Bobbi Jo said that she would gladly do it for me, and help me pickout sexy, slutty clothesand shoes to wear on my dates. "If you are going to attract hot CDs to play with, you'll have to look your best, LYNN !" She had remembered my pseudonym that Erika had given to me so many years ago! The next morning, we both sat at the computer and placed two ads for me, and spent the rest of the morning shopping online for my outfits. But that is the next chapter....
About three years ago, Bobbi Jo and I decided to add a bit of something new to our relationship. We always enjoyed BDSM games with others, after all, it's part of the lifestyle. Since sex has nothing to do with "classical" BDSM, I thought it time to step up the games. After many discussions, we came to the realization that in order for this to work, it would be best if we had some rules .
Since I have been a swinger for many years, I knew the pitfalls and pleasures of engaging others in your bed. For Bobbi- Jo however, it was rather new and a bit frightening at first. I assured her that it would not only work, but that she would soon come to love it.
I tend to be a very open, and accepting person about sexual games and relationships, for me sex and love are two absolutely different things. I can have mind blowing sex with a person, and have no emotional entanglements at all. it's just physical excitement, period. But, as i well know, women are the opposite end of the spectrum in most cases. it takes a while for them to be as cavalier as men are. So, in order to make her feel comfortable we agreed that she ONLY could date, I would stay home when she went out. To further insure my fidelity, I was to wear a stainless steel cock tube that locked around my balls, and onto my penis. N
ot only was intercourse impossible, but masturbation was off the menu as well. I could not even get an erection, as the tube was only three inches long. I had to remain flacid or pay the price.
In addition, we had a leather collar made for me, it's pink leather, covered in studs, and with the wording CUCKOLD in chrome letters.The final touch is that it too locks on my neck.
Next, we placed ads on two cheater's sites, Ashley Madison, and Affair Connect.
You can check them out, the title of each is the same," LUSTYROSE4U".
Within 24 hours of placing the ads, we had nearly 100 replies! True, many were stupid, crude and idiotic replies, but many were obviously sincere, real life people. She read and read them and selected a few to reply to. Trepidation was obvious, but my urging her on helped allay her fears.
Then she got replies asking her to meet. With a deep breath, she replied YES. The date was set! The next day, I think that I was more excited than she was. My wife was going to be with another guy, and I knew it. Night came, she picked out one of her sexiest fetish outfits and high boots and with her jewelery and makeup, she looked absolutely fabulous. She's a beautiful girl to begin with, and dressed to kill, she is amazing. She came down the stairs from the bedroom like a princess descending to the ball, "I guess this is it" she said. Time for your part. She placed the cock tube on me, and locked it securely in place, the Cuckold collar went on next. She took the keys and into her bag they went. I walked out to her car with her, she gave me a kiss and said, " Don't wait up for me". I almost exploded! off she drove, her red BMW roared away as I stood there with my cock straining at the tube, trying to rip my balls off. Ouch!
A few hours later, I heard the garage door open, she was home! I turned to look at the clock, it was nearly 1 AM. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the clip clop of high heels come up the stairs. "I'm home lover" she said.
Still dressed in her latex dress and boots, she climbed onto our bed. She pressed her body onto mine and gave me a big wet kiss. "It may be a bit salty, I'm sorry. I just sucked his cock and swallowed every drop of his cum" "He's a really nice guy too", she added. She had my key in her hand, my cock tube came off and within seconds we were fucking like rabbits.
"I think I'm going to like this, a lot" she said."it could be real fun."
The ad replies continued to flood in, and within a week she had a spread sheet to keep up with everyone that wrote. She gave a few select ones our home phone number with the admonition,"if my husband answers, it's OK, just tell him that you are my boyfriend and that you're taking me out on a date"
Wow...
Then, about a week later, she announced that she had a date, a hotel date! With a guy that she had been talking to a lot. She said that he had sent her his photos, that he looked hot, and that he sounded so nice and that she really wanted to see him. I said, "OK, it's your choice."
"Great she said, it's tonight". "You realize that I am going to have sex with him, right?" "yes, " I said, "I hope you really have a fantastic time and get your ass fucked off" "I will, " she smiled and replied. "I will".
As I bid her good by that evening, I again began my waiting, and at 3AM I was rewarded by my beautiful wife coming to our bed, wet, sticky, and so well fucked that her lovers scent was all over her body. " I didn't clean up at the hotel, I knew that you would do it for me." She was right. I did.
Since then, she has made many fine friends, lovers and acquaintances. Many have come to our home not only to pick her up, but to share an evenings fun, share dinner with us and be part of our family. I have become friends with most of them, and it has been a wonderful three years.
After all, who wouldn't like to answer their phone and have the guy on the other end say" Hi, tell Bobbi Jo that I will be there at 9pm to pick her up, I'm really horny, so tell her I intend to fuck her all night long".
That's my girl!
The week crawls along slowly, maybe the calendar is broken? Nah, can't happen, it just seems like that.
The day arrives, my devious mind has been busy at work all week, I have to come up with a super session to impress her.
In our daily many hour long conversations, I learn that she is a latex fetishist, loves dressing in tight latex rubber clothes, Sheer heaven! So am I!
She is a submissive service oriented slave, loves tight inescapable situation bondage, and very tight corsets. She tells me that she loves being pushed to the edge of tolerance and beyond... Then it hits me. A perfect scenario. I have thought about it before, but never had someone that I didn't think would totally freak out during it. That night, I started the planning. my scenario is simple, I am going to tie her to my St Andrew's cross, I am going to tell her that this scene is a flogging scene, nothing too unusual for sure, but it's not...Once I have her naked and securely tied, I am going to tell her the"truth". I am going to place electrodes at critical points on her body, and give her one chance NOT to be electrocuted. She is going to believe that she has come upon a crazy person who is hell bent on snuffing her!
I pick her up at her home, we drive to an industrial park where I have a building, it's late, it's dark, and the entire park is desolate. Not a person to be seen, ideal surroundings for sure.
We enter the building, everything is prepared. We hug and kiss a while, I order her to undress. She does, and without a word. She is wearing a lovely leather corset under her street gear, just right for the scene. I take her into the main room, she sees the cross and becomes excited as there are many more implements of torture there.. my own dungeon.
She backs up to the cross, and I go about attaching her to it. leather cuffs on wrists, ankles, and neck. Each one individually padlocked in place. i tell her that I don't want her to run away. She laughs. Around her mid section, I fasten a wide leather strap to keep her torso from moving , I pull it extra tight. I tell her that I don't want her to yell too much, so a ball gag is in order. She says "Yes sir" and opens her mouth. I fasten the strap around her head and she is ready for step Two.
From nearby, I pull a rolling cart in front of her. a sheet is covering it's contents, which I yank off.
on the cart is a large ominous looking power supply, complete with meters and lights and two controls. Very Frankenstein looking. Several long cables with copper plates are attached, and a
red light bulb build into a fixture on the top of the box.
She looks very puzzled, that's a good thing, I think. I ceremoniously take the cables and unfurl them onto the cart. A tube of lube jell is nearby, I pick it up and apply it to one of the copper electrodes, then I look at her.
"I think that you should know that tonight I am not exactly going to flog you. What I intend to do is electrocute you!. I want to see you squirm, writhe in pain and scream as the current courses through your body. I try to look as ominous as I can possibly pull off, but it's hard not to laugh as I know the truth.
She looks terrified. she tries to pull loose, but that is impossible as the straps are so tight she can barely move anything.
"BUT, I am going to give you ONE chance to survive if you are lucky. I say no more, and go about the ceremonial application of the electrodes, slowly, deliberately, and firmly. one on each ankle, one on each wrist. one on each inner thigh, one on each side of her beautiful neck. One between her legs, firmly against her sex. Her rapid breathing has amazingly calmed down, her mood is almost passive. She however is sweating profusely, and trembling. Good!
Then I strip down to my leather shorts, and put a scary looking black leather bondage hood on myself. She starts to panic again, great!
Then I make a show of turning the power supply on, the red light comes on and she can see that something is happening. I take two cables from the cart and touch them together, I huge spark and SNAP can be heard. her eyes bug out as the panic is really going full bore now. my cock is rock hard and jabbing at my tight shorts.
Then, I tell her of her ONE chance for salvation. I untie her left hand and arm from the cross. I take a rope that is hanging near the cross with a cable and pressure switch attached. I raise her hand and place the switch into it. I tell her that she must not lower her arm as the switch will fall out of it, nor allow the switch to become loose, her grip holds the switch in he "OFF" position.
Should the switch make contact, she will be electrocuted at once. She must hold the switch for FIVE minutes to gain salvation. I point to a large school clock on the wall. I kneel down and tell her that she is going to receive her last oral sex now... I pull close to her and begin to lick her sex. She is so amazingly wet! This scene which she believes is her last moments is turning her on!
She climaxes in minutes with a groan that is audible for miles it seems. Amazing!
"Are you ready, my love?" I ask. She nods Yes. "Hold on to the switch tightly, don't let it loose". She nods again.
I remove my shorts, I am clearly turned on, hard as a rock. I go to the power supply and click on two switches, one, then the other slowly. I stand in front of her and masturbate as she sweats and shakes. As i stand in front of her masturbating, I tell her of how i can't wait to see her shake as the current hits her, how much I want to see her loose bodily control and wet uncontrollably, and what ever else I can think up. After 3 minutes, she becomes very panicky, then like magic, she stops shaking, she is totally calm. She looks at me with what I can only describe as unconditional love and lets go of the switch! A loud automobile horn sounds. It fills the quiet of the building with it's noise. She is shocked, she has no idea of what happened. She is still very much alive and fine. I begin to laugh uncontrollably. I go to her and take the ball gag out of her mouth. WHAT? is the first thing out of her mouth. I explain rapidly and as completely as possible that this is just a joke, the cables go nowhere at all. They are tied in a knot behind the cart. I asked her why she dropped the switch with just two minutes to go. She told me that she loved me so much, that if I wanted to see her expire, it was OK with her, she would give her life for me.
I cut her down, we made love like a wild animal for the rest of the night, we have been together ever since and so very happily married.
It's April 1, yes, April fools day... I am one of the group leaders of Long island leather and roses, a local BDSM group. it's our regular meeting and talk session at a local semi-public spot. As one of the leaders, it's my job to greet newbies that arrive for their first meeting. We're on the second floor of the venue, I turn to see who is the cause of footsteps on the stairs. It's a lovely girl wearing tight leather jeans. This gets my attention, as I am an irreverent leather lover. I walk over to her and introduce myself, and tell her some of the basics of our group meeting and our topics of discussion. Then, it hits me. In Italian, the phrase translates to' " He was hit by a lightning bolt". her blonde hair, her blue eyes, and her smiling face did it.
I was at the meeting with my then current play partner, Erika, but for the last time. After nearly 15 years of play, she was going on to other things, and going to try and be honest with her husband.
As the meeting progressed, I could see the fire in Erika's eyes, she kept looking at the new girl, with daggers shooting out of them.
I had a hard time understanding why, it was to be our last date anyway, and all I did was talk to her, as I had to many , many newbies.
As the meeting was drawing to a close, I looked into the audience, and the new girl was gone. I felt crushed, I didn't even get her name, and I wanted it so badly now.
The next week, all I could do is castigate myself for not getting more information about her, I prayed that she would return the next week for our meeting. Tuesday eve came, and i rushed to the hall to try and talk to her before the meeting started. Nothing...then, feeling crestfallen, she appeared! my heart skipped a beat!. I immediately went to her and did my best to chat her up. Apparently, she had similar feelings about me.. and after some explanation about Erika, she felt better about me. Apparently, Erika's not so subtle desire to rip her eyes out was matched...her name is Bobbi-Jo.
We made a date for later that week, it was like being a teenager, we went to dinner at a nice restaurant, I thought I was being suave and cool, later she told me that I looked scared to death!. go figure.
Well, that was eleven years ago, we have never been apart since. We are now married, and for the first time in my life, i am 100% happy.
After our dinner date, we set a play date to explore our common lust for things kinky. it seems that we were both on the same pages kink-wise and couldn't wait to get our hands on each other.
But, that's another post entirely.
Now that I am back actively posting, I have seen that I left a few loose ends about. On June 03 0f 2010, I wrote about my meeting with a second young lady from my ad. Well, I was not completely truthful about her. For the sake of her anonymity, I mentioned that I didn't know her previously. OK, that's not exactly true. But, since then she has "come out" and said that I am free to post what I want to, as her situation has changed.
The young lady in question was a very close friend and neighbor of mine. She and her husband, along with my ex wife and I were great friends. We rode together many, many times. Weekend rides along the picturesque streets of the Island's North Fork, and exploring back roads on our Harleys was a favorite pastime for us all. I was frequently at their home working on their bike, with the girls standing about talking and watching as we worked.
On many a ride, we swapped riders. My ex would hop on his bike, and I would be lucky enough to have her as my partner for the day. She's one of those girls that due to her diminutive size, always looks like a teenager. barely cresting five feet tall, and small enough to lift with one arm, she easily passed as very young, especially from a few feet away. It always seemed that when we rode together, she made a special effort to dress as risque' as possible. Her long, straight raven hair blew in the wind as she clutched onto my back, nuzzling as close as she could get to me. I must admit that more than once, I had a raging woodie by the time we stopped, as her right hand seemed to somehow slip from my chest and wind up in my lap on more than one occasion. Lisa knew what she was doing, and so did I, but we never spoke of it, she and I just smiled at each other a lot. Sort of like the Cheshire cat with a bird...Even the time that she was more than a bit touchy- feelie and her constant rubbing of my crotch had the desired effect, I blew my load in my shorts at a stop sign. my obvious reaction made her smile and she whispered into my ear "There is more of that whenever you want it, baby". I just nodded and gave her a small kiss.
Being a leather fetishist, my riding gear was normally a pair of black leather skin tight jeans with a snap on Cod-Piece. Underneath, I wore a pair of well lubed latex briefs, or sometimes a studded red leather pouch brief that had been well oiled with Vaseline time and time again. A pair of knee high black leather patrolman's boots and my shirt was a skin tight leather Tee shirt, with a classical Brando style zip up bikers jacket. The finishing touch was a pair of black gauntlet gloves that stopped half way up my lower arm. I always knew that my ex was very hot for Billy,as she too made special efforts to be the hottest looking biker babe she could be when she rode with him. On one of our last rides with them, she wore new pink leather chaps over a pair of black leather micro shorts, a matching pink leather halter top with studs and a studded leather choker with a big "D" ring and matching wrist cuffs. Of course, she always wore over the knee platform boots with a stiletto heel when we rode.
We became separated on a rdie along the way to Amaganset, I guess we stopped at a light that they made and we didn't. It was of no matter, as we all knew where we were going to meet for lunch anyway. Lisa and I rode along, she was more than attentive to me, and we stopped a few times to just talk and steal a few kisses in private. I couldn't take it much more, I was ready to explode from her sensual presence. I took her by the hand and we walked into the brush of the lot that we had stopped at. We stopped walking, I turned and took her into my arms and kissed her like never before. She returned the kiss, and slowly slid down my body to her knees. She unsnapped the Cod-Piece and from under my pouch she freed my rigid and soaking wet cock. She opened her beautiful mouth, and began a mind blowing experience for me. I quickly unloaded my seed, she swallowed it all, and stood up to give me a wonderful, cummy kiss. "Next time, it my turn!" she smiled and said. I knew exactly what she meant.
As we drove off, I was certainly in much better spirits, and so much more peaceful having my pent up passions extinguished by such a sexy lady.
We arrived at the appointed lunch spot, our partners were already there, and waiting for us. My wife looked a bit sheepish, and seemed to avoid eye contact with me, but I didn't think too much about it, as she was Billy's date for the day anyway. Lunch went well, although a bit quiet as the circumstance between Lisa and I had dictated. Afterwards, we swapped back our riders and my wife and I began the ride home. She was very attentive and extremely huggy most of the way back. I surely didn't mind the attention at all.
She asked to stop about half way home, for a rest stop. I did as I needed it too, a few too many things to drink with lunch, you know. As my wife was walking away from the bike, I naturally watched her sexy backside as she strolled away. I seemed that the back of her legs just below the bottoms of her micro shorts were quite shiny and glistened in the sun light as if they were wet.
When she returned, I saw that they were still shiny and wet looking. I mentioned it to her, and her expression changed dramatically. "I guess I was playing a silly game with you, I wanted to leave them like that till we got home if you didn't say anything" she said. "What do you mean?" I asked...
"Well, I might as well tell you now. I was really hot holding on to Billy, he is so sexy. He drove behind a vacant gas station a way from the restaurant, we got off the bike, he bent me over the seat, pulled my shorts down and fucked me bareback. it's his cum on my legs!" she added. "I'm sorry that I did it, but I couldn't resist I was so excited by him."
I was so turned on by her admission that I kissed her like never before, we embraced for a long time, then got back on the bike and rode home to what would be the most intense session of sex we ever had. About an hour into our tryst, she asked me" Well, did you fuck Lisa?" No, "I replied, "but she gave me the best blow job I've ever had" We said no more, we went back to love making and wore each other out till we slept the sleep of lovers.
Since then, Lisa and her husband have broken up, Lisa and I were regular lovers for over three years, including the tryst in the June post. We loved to play dating games, like we just met and hooked up for a night of debauchery.
Life is strange...
Well, I was in between two marriages. my former wife, with whom I had swung, HotWifed and eagerly participated in BDSM,and just about every kinky fetish imaginable literally decided one morning that she was "saved". no more play, no more sex. She said that she still loved me and wanted to stay together, so she had called a mutual girlfriend of ours that we frequently went to the swing clubs with. I was told by my wife that from then on, she was to be my play partner, sex partner and what ever more we wanted. it sounds hard to believe, but it's all true. She had invited her over to our home that Saturday night to"reintroduce us" to each other. Saturday came, my wife cooked a lovely dinner for all of us, she dressed suggestive but not slutty and we awaited the arrival of "Erika", I'll call her to protect her ID. ( She's married, too, but hubby has no idea of her real pass times.)
She arrived on the dot of 8PM. She wore a short bright crimson latex dress with black thigh high boots, a few studded cuffs and a collar with a large "D" ring. Pure unadulterated sex. I opened the door, greeted her, and gave her a small kiss hello. My wife saw us and stopped us, "That's how you great your new lover? Kiss her for real!". I did. We embraced and stayed locked together for minutes.Dinner went well, and afterwards Erika and i were off to the club to party.
That's the background story. time moves forward, our games become more kinky, and our love grows. I can see that this excited my wife, she demands to hear all the details of our dates, and it clearly makes her excited to hear me recount the night's play. Erika gets a key to our house, and can come and go as she sees fit. Middle of the night visits are not uncommon, with her climbing into bed along with us both.
Erika becomes entranced with the idea of water sports, piss play in the vernacular. She enjoys wetting her very tight jeans after a night of dancing and drinking while I place my hand over her crotch to accept the wetting. Then, one hot evening she decides to get onto her knees and allow me to soak her from top to bottom as she kneels in the parking lot of the club. A few nights of this and she says to me," You make me hot, but it would be so much hotter if you wore something sexy instead of your shorts." OK, I answered.
The next week, she arrived at my home with a bag containing a few pairs of brightly colored Victoria's Secret satin panties in Black, Hot Pink, and Red..
"Put one on, baby.. the pink ones " she said. I was both turned on and a bit shy to do so. Guys don't wear satin panties, but the prospect of a hot night, and getting laid won out.
I must admit that I was turned on all evening, they felt great, soft, slippery and tight. When it came time for our goodnight wetting games, she pulled my pants down, saw the panties and went wild. I hadn't peed all night, so the flood was large and wet her from head to toe. As we drove home, she told me that from then on, I would always wear girls panties when we went out. As time progressed, she added stockings and a garter belt to be worn under my clothes. Then, one night she came to the house with a small box. upon opening it, I saw a pair of black leather ankle boots with a 4 inch spike heel. "You're kidding, right?" I asked.
"NO way" she replied. You are already wearing stockings, panties and a garter belt, just slip the shoes on and tie them.
I did, my wife stood by and was visibly attracted to what I was doing. " You're turning him into a girl" she said. "Yes," was the reply "He makes a nice one, don't you think?" "I think so, too" my wife added. I was trying to stand and walk as they talked about me. it turned out to be a snap to wear them, not hard to walk at all.
"Well, she will need a name, what do you think we should call her" Erika asked. A few names were bantered around between them, and they settled on LYNN. So it was to be. "From now on, baby," Erika explained, " you will be LYNN to me, that's what I'll call you no matter where we are!" We went out to dinner, I was very self-conscious, but not uncomfortable. As the night wore on, I got more comfortable with my new identity. Erika told me that my wife knew in advance of what happened, and that she was taking me shopping tomorrow for a bra, falsies, and a wig."From now on, we will be three great girlfriends" she exclaimed. I agreed. that's how I started to cross dress, many years ago.
Not so you think that all I do is be an insatiable slut, I do have my lucid moments. one of them is restoring antique autos. I had built a 1940 FORD street rod a few years ago, pro stick kind of car. I learned quite a bit from it, like never use Mustang ll suspension. Way too over rated, and drives like crap.
SO, here is my latest success. A 1946 FORD business coupe, ( No back seat). I saw it on EBay, listed by a noted dealer of antiques in Texas. great car, mint condition, just restored. blah, blah... WELL, the mint condition was the color...the paint looked like it was shot out of the rear end of a vacuum cleaner. The car was a shit can, lousy work from end to end, barely ran, no brakes, transmission wouldn't stay in any gear, engine sounded like a lawn mower running on diesel oil. I did a 100% tear down, to bare frame rails and started over. rebuilt Flathead with OFFY heads, manifolds,dual 94's, Isky cam. lowered 2 inches, powder disc brakes, Ford 9" rear with 3.25 gears.
When finished an artist friend of mine went crazy with his airbrush and did the detail work. We named it THUNDER ROAD, after my favorite movie. We also have a real Mullins travel trailer to match.
Looking forward to christening the car the right way, with my lady in full latex and thigh high boots the first hot Summer's day.
