Chapter 8 I woke up the next morning and stretched luxuriously under the sheets as the cobwebs in my mind slowly dissipated. As I ran my hand across my chest and felt the prickly stubble of hair, the sexual activities of last night came rushing back across my mind. I remembered the completely erotic emotions of being tied to Gail and hung from my chin up bar, the step by step elimination of freedom of movement by the use of the ropes that Donna had tied us with in strategic places on our bodies, the welts from the riding crop across our buttocks as Donna punished us for our indiscretions at work yesterday, and then finally, the ramming up my rectum of the huge dildo that Donna was wearing. I had let Donna lead me into doing a lot of sexual things that I normally would not have done. The sex was so good and the climaxes so intense that I had offered little resistance to her leadings. But now, as I thought about things, I realized that we were going to have to put the brakes on. Things had gone way too far. I was prancing around in high heels and being used as a woman by another woman. I like sex, but enough is enough. Just as I started to crawl out of bed, Donna stirred. "Why are you getting up so early?" she asked, sleepily. "I've got to get ready for work" I replied, as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. "No you don't, baby, it's Saturday" she purred, sliding over to me and wrapping her arms around me. I realized she was right and told her I would be back to bed after I took a leak. As I passed the bathroom mirror, I caught a glance of a blonde woman with disheveled hair, disarrayed nightie, and smeared makeup, looking back at me. I pulled down the pink panties and sat down to pee. After emptying my bladder, I stood and flushed. Turning to the mirror, I looked at myself. I looked silly. I took the wig off and laid it on the counter. I pulled the pink negligee over my head and laid it there, followed by the garter, nylons, and panties. Picking up a wash rag, I wet it and did my best to remove the leftover makeup from my face. When I finished, I looked in the mirror. I looked like a shaved chest, stubble faced, sleepy eyed man on a Saturday morning who had gotten up a couple of hours too early. I went back to the bedroom and crawled back in bed. Donna snuggled up to me, sleepily and ran her hand across my chest. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Where's my sweet Victoria?" she asked, pouting. "Victoria's on the bathroom counter, honey. Vic's here in bed with you" I asserted. "Mm, ok honey. Let's go back to sleep." I dozed off with Donna snuggled up next to me. Later we both started waking up. I crawled out of bed and opened my dresser drawer. Pushing the panties aside I grabbed a pair of BVD's and went to the bathroom to shower. As I ran the soap across my body, I felt the stubble of hair in the places where it had started to grow back. Darn, that was going to itch, I thought. Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed my razor. Sudsing up, I shaved off all of the stubble, until my skin felt soft and smooth to my touch. There, that was better. I turned off the hot water and stepped out of the tub. As I swooped up the towel from the counter a pair of black lace panties fell to the floor. I reached down and picked them up and laid them back on the counter. Then I realized that my BVD's were not there, neither were the items that I had taken off earlier. Instead, Donna's make up kit was opened in front of the bench. I picked up the panties again. They were so lovely and delicate. Although I didn't intend to wear panties today, I just had to try them on. I leaned over and stepped into them, sliding them deliciously up my freshly shaved legs, settling them onto my freshly shaved crotch and buns. They felt wonderful and looked even better. I watched as my penis started to come alive again. I could hardly believe it, considering the workout it had over the past two days. I felt a flush come over my body and felt my resolve slipping away. I looked at the make up sitting opened on the counter and felt an overwhelming desire to apply some to my face. My penis twitched again and I pulled the bench out and sat down facing the mirror. I lightly applied the foundation, remembering what Donna and Gail had done. Then I worked on my eyes, accenting my shaped brows, coloring my lids, and extending my lashes carefully with the mascara. After my eyes had come femininely alive, I applied blush on my upper cheekbones, and finished with some dark red lipstick. My face was even bolder than when Donna or Gail had applied it. I didn't seem to have the light touch. I sprayed on the body spray that I was beginning to love. I went into the bedroom and there were clothes on the bed and the blonde wig was carefully combed and sitting on a star foam head. I picked up a black lace bra and looked at it. The cups were smaller than on Donna's bras. I slipped my arms into the straps and slid it into place. When I tried to reach behind me I realized that I could not fasten the hooks. Taking it off, I wrapped it around my waist backwards and hooked it. Then, turning it around, I slid it up my smooth chest, slipping my arms into the straps and working it up into place. Everything seemed to fit perfectly. I looked in the mirror at myself standing there in black lace panties and black lace bra, with my face made up. I couldn't stand it. I rushed to the dresser and picked up the blonde wig and gently pulled it onto my head, adjusting the hair around my lovely face and pouting my lips. I shook my head, feeling the hair brush my shoulders and watching if fluff around my face. Smiling at myself, I felt like a hooker propositioning a John. I blew a kiss at myself and went back to the bed. I properly hooked on the garter and positioned it. Rolling the black nylons up, I slid them up my smooth legs and hooked each into place, smoothing them with my hands, sliding my hands up my legs. I noticed the pink polish on my nails and extended my hands to look at them. Turning back to the bed, I picked up the black, satin shirt lying there and slid my arms into it. It fit great and as I went to button it up I found that I was fumbling with the buttons. Then I realized that they were on the opposite side from my shirts. I was putting on a blouse. I got it buttoned and looked in the mirror. It was a great looking blouse, all shiny and form fitting. My breasts jutted out properly in front of me. I picked up the black stone washed jeans and slid into them. They, too, zipped up opposite of my regular jeans. I had to wiggle to get them up into place and jump up and down to settle my buttocks into them. When I tried to zip them up, I had to suck in my stomach. Getting them zipped and snapped, I turned and looked again at myself. The jeans fit like skin. They looked great, but I could hardly move in them. I could see the bulges of the garter clips. On the floor was a pair of black strapped high heels. I sat on the edge of the bed and did my best to get them fastened onto my nyloned feet. It was very difficult with the tight pants. Finishing, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. The pink of my toenails showed slightly through the black of the nylons. The shoes pushed my buttocks up and accented the calves of my legs. I looked great. I looked hot. I couldn't believe I had done this by myself without Donna helping. I walked into the den, my heels clicking on the floor. Donna was sitting on the sofa with the TV on. She was still in her gown. She looked at me. "You look incredible!" she grinned. "Thank you" I replied and did a twirl for her. I had completely forgotten my resolve to end this feminine charade. "Honey, there's a black purse on the table with car keys and money in it. Would you be a sweety and go get us some coffee and donuts?" I stopped in my tracks, stunned. "I can't go out like this" I said. "Like what, honey." "In womans'' clothes, that's what!" She got up off the couch and led me into the bedroom in front of the mirror. "Look at yourself. What do you see?" she asked. "A beautiful blonde woman" I replied, "but I know what is under all of this." "That's ok, honey. No one else does. Just remember how to walk like Jenny showed you and talk in a light falsetto. Your only problem will be dealing with the men who want to hit on you. Now, please, go get me some donuts. I feel like indulging." With that she slapped me on the rump and sent me through the door. I picked up the purse and went out to the car. It felt awkward, managing the pedals with high heels on, but I managed to pull out of the drive. As I did, one of our neighbors looked me over good as I pulled down the street, a puzzled look on his face. I pulled up to the front of the donut shop, turned off the car, opened the door and swung my legs out. Hoisting myself up onto the high heels, I gingerly stepped aside and closed the car door, then walked up to the storefront, remembering my walk. As I walked into the shop, I could feel the eyes of several men, sitting there with their coffee, running over my body. So this is what women deal with, I thought. Walking up to the counter, I allowed myself a little extra sway. Give them something to look at. Placing my order, I could see the nostrils of the teenage boy who was ringing it up flaring, as he took in the feminine odor of my body spray. As he tried to make change, he dropped coins all over the floor. "That's all right, honey" I purred, in my best falsetto voice. "When you get around to picking them up, you just keep them." I picked up the box and cups of coffee and walked sexily out of the shop. Fumbling with the food and my keys, a man who had just gotten out of his car, hurried over and taking the box and cups, said "Here, let me help." I thanked him, opened the door and slid in. He handed me the donuts and coffee. "The pleasure was mine, miss." He grinned as he closed my door. I was starting to understand the power that women have over us men. I thought about what I was thinking, looked in the mirror at myself, and thought again. Well, over men. I got home and took the food into the house, fumbling with packages, keys, and purse, tripping slightly as a heel caught the door jamb. As I rounded the corner of the den, I saw that Donna was watching last nights video and masturbating. When she saw me, she smiled. "Would you finish me off, please, Miss Vicky? I'm almost there. I set the food down and fell to my knees between her legs. 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She knelt beside the sofa, her face buried in my nest, her blonde hair spilling across my stomach, her silky blouse tight against her breasts, her jeans outlining the curve of her luscious buttocks, one knee in the air with the toe of her high heels dug into the carpet, the other knee on the floor, her foot pointed back with sole upward, heel pointing towards the ceiling. I couldn't see her crotch, but could guess what was going on inside those black panties. I could see and feel the wonderful lesbian kiss on my mound and, at the same time, had the knowledge that this was my wonderful husband performing this service to me. I glanced up at the scene on the television, three beautiful women making love while two of them were tied almost impossibly together and hanging from a bar in the doorway. Just as they started climaxing, I climaxed, the strong current rushing through my head, exploding into a gushing waterfall as it hit the top, and running, like warm water, back down across my mind and out to cleanse my body of all tension and strength. I collapsed back onto the sofa as Victoria lovingly lapped up my love juices with her beautiful tongue. I guided her face to mine and deeply kissed her, our lipsticked lips engaging each other, tongues intertwining. I could taste my own juices in her kiss and felt an immediate desire to taste her love potion. Having her stand, I knelt in front of her and unzipped her jeans, rolling them down off of her hips, exposing the lovely black silk panties. Her penis was extended above the top of the panties and I pulled the silky things down below her full testicles and took her into my mouth. I could smell her perfume and feel the smoothness of her shaved stomach. I ran my hand under the garter straps and cupped her hips in my hands. I lowered and lifted my head, sliding up and down on her turgid penis, licking her with my tongue as I sucked on her. She grabbed my head and steadied herself as she almost lost her balance on her heels. I held her tightly to steady her and let the middle finger of my right hand slide into her crack and brush her rose bud. I felt her respond to the stroke and slightly push back onto my finger, her head laid back on her neck, her mouth open, gasping for air. I stroked deeper with my mouth, taking her into my throat while I pushed deeper into her anus with my finger, finding her prostate and massaging it. I felt her start to tremble and then her legs tense as she erupted into my mouth. I moved back a little and sucked and drank her love lotion, relishing the slightly salty taste and holding some in my mouth as I drained her to softness. Pulling her down, I gently but deeply kissed her lovely mouth, sharing her own juices with her. Her eyes opened and she looked at me as I pushed it into her mouth, but she accepted it and swallowed as I tongued her mouth. I pulled her down onto the carpet and we lay side by side, her laying in the crook of my arm as I stroked her nipples through her silky blouse. I would have never dreamed that my Vic could be so sexy and tender and feminine and such a wonderful lover. I was enjoying being the leader in our love making and in stretching Victoria in the area of imagination and feelings. She had only resisted slightly and had taken to the domination and discipline with unexpected acceptance. I could see that Vic was enjoying the abundance of new sensuality as much as I and wondered what kind of things that we could do to extend this pleasure without getting out of control. I did not want to fall into some kind of routine with this play acting because I was sure it would get boring if we did. Nor did I want to get into any kind of abasement of either of us. "Victoria, what kind of things would you like to do to continue this role playing, if you want to?" I asked him. "I was lying here thinking along the same lines." he said. "From some of the e-mails we have gotten, it seems that a lot of guys get a rush dressing in public and shopping for clothes. I know that I've been terrified the times that we were out, but there was a dangerous thrill at the same time." "I was thinking along the same lines, dear. I love the sex, but I think there is more than that to explore the kinkiness of cross dressing. Why don't we plan a shopping trip, maybe on the other side of town." Victoria grinned, her lipstick smeared and her hair mussed up. "I can't believe I am agreeing to do this. I must be out of my mind. But I feel that you've started me on a trip that is going to be hard to return from. I hope you like female companionship, because it is hard to be masculine wearing all this." He nuzzled closer into my arms and gently kissed me, a very feminine and tasty kiss. Chapter Nine