 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
Please note this is the third thread of this story.
First thread: https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1107161
Second thread: https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1109445
The unmistakeable sound of Sue’s voice jolted me from my post-fuck nirvana. My mind snapped back to reality; Sue was here! Fuck, how much had she seen? Fuck, FUCK! I’m dressed in a basque and stockings! My face is covered in slobber and goodness knows what! She must’ve seen me get fucked by Alex and sucking Jake?
A massive wave of panic overwhelmed me! The pit of my stomach growled in apprehension; this was not good. I moved, as if to sit up, but someone gently pushed me back down.
“Stay there dear” she said calmy, stroking my brow once more. “Clara, do you have a towel please?”
I lay down on my back, my eyes not quite focussing as there was so much drool in them. My heart was racing, I was not sure what the fuck was going on. Next thing I felt was someone slowly and gently wiping my face with a nice soft towel. They wiped the drool carefully from my eyes and dabbed my sweaty brow dry.
This gentle clean-up helped me to get control of the panic and my breathing. Slowly my heart rate returned to some sort of normality.
Eventually I opened my eyes, at first focussing on the ceiling. Then Sue’s beautiful face came into view. I expected to see anger, rage, even fury in her eyes but all I saw was kindness, happiness and relief. Her beautiful, full lips had a thin layer of crimson lipstick on and they were smiling.
“There we are, how are you feeling?” she asked tenderly.
I didn’t know what to say. Why was she being so understanding? Confused, I just said “I don’t know?”
“You’ve been a naughty man, haven’t you dear?” she said accusingly.
I just nodded. I had been a very naughty man, I hoped she didn’t know half of it!
Sue stopped wiping my brow and placed the towel in my hand. “I think you’ll need that to catch Alex’s….” she left the word ‘cum’ unspoken.
I looked at her properly now. She was wearing her gym kit, well, the sweater and the jogging pants she wore to and from the gym. But her face was subtly made-up, just a hint of cosmetics to enhance her beautiful features. She didn’t usually wear make-up to the gym. Her hair was flowing and bouncy too, she looked like she was going for a meal, not the gym.
Putting the towel under my red-raw arse, I swung my stockinged legs round and sat on the sofa. Strangely, I wondered where my heels were, only to notice they had been discarded by the sofa. Short pulses of pain stabbed from my rectum as I sat there, mmmm that felt good.
Looking around, I saw the others had left Sue and I alone. I turned to face her, thinking I should apologise first. Opening my mouth, she quickly raised a finger and pressed it to my lips. “Please, let me talk first” she said.
That was fine by me. I closed my mouth and looked into her sparkling, brown eyes.
“I haven’t been totally honest with you” she said, her eyes looking to the floor. “For a long time, I have kept a secret from you, as you have me”.
I tried not to look guilty but then her words sank in. She had not been honest with me? I looked at her quizzically.
“It has been a struggle for me to tell you the truth”, she went on “So I devised a plan that would show you the truth, rather than you just listen to me. I felt that if you experienced it, you would find it easier to acknowledge the truth”.
My quizzical look remained on my face. I had been confused so many times in the last few days, I did not have a clue what she was going on about!
“I don’t….” my words were silenced by her finger on my lips again.
Looking deep into my eyes she said “Since we have met, I have harboured a secret that I should have told you before we first kissed, But I found you so adorable, intelligent, funny and loving that I was afraid you would run a mile if I told you. So, I kept it hidden.”
Still none the wiser, I faintly nodded to show that I was listening and wanted to hear the truth.
“I met Carla, fifteen years ago, when I was assigned as her mentor as she was going through her…. sex reassignment consultations. You see, they give the patient a mentor, someone who has been through the same… process.” Sue stopped talking and observed me with her deep brown eyes.
Slowly, the words sank in. Mentor. Sex reassignment. Same …. Process!
I looked at her. Surely not? She is a stunning, full figured lady! Not a hint of masculinity about her. No, she’s taking the proverbial.
“Really?” I hesitantly asked.
Nodding, not taking her eyes off mine, she said “Yes dear. Eighteen years next month I completed the physical transformation. Yes, I still take hormones, do exercises and have check-ups, but I am almost a complete woman” she confirmed.
It was a bit hard to take in. How was this possible? How could I have not noticed? I had seen it all, and it all looked fine to me. But here was Sue telling me that she used to be a man, impossible!
Then a thought dawned on me, “Laura? How is she your daughter if you can’t conceive?”
“She was Dave’s daughter, not mine. I met her dad when I was going through my sex change. He was wonderfully supportive in the choice I had made and helped me become a woman. We formed a strong bond, but only became lovers shortly before he died.”
Pausing, as the memory of losing him crossed her mind, she rested her impeccably manicured hand on my stockinged thigh.
“Laura had to stay with me, she had no-one else to go to. Dave had made provision in his will to make sure that she was taken care of financially. We had all chatted and agreed that I would look after Laura if….” Again, her voice tailed off.
“So, she’s not your daughter, or even step-daughter?” I queried.
Shaking her head slowly, she said, “I raised her as mine though. We needed each other to get us through the dark times. As you know, she’s a great kid and I love her dearly”.
How could I have not known this? Laura still had her father’s surname, but that was normal, wasn’t it?
“I know this is all difficult to believe, but it’s true” she had a faint pleading look in her eyes, asking me to believe her.
This woman, that I loved, had felt she had to keep this secret from me in case I ran off. I felt sorrow for her, and guilt as she must have had reason to think that.
Raising my hand, I stroked her left cheek. With my other arm, I reached around her shoulders and gave her a hug, pulling her towards me. Our lips met and we shared the most passionate kiss we had ever had. Our tongues wrapped around the others, stroking, probing and tickling. Our arms were around each other, squeezing tightly. I had never been more in love.
Eventually the kissing eased off and we parted slightly. I could see tears in her eyes, as there were in mine.
“So why couldn’t you just tell me? What is it you had to have me experience so that I would believe you?” I invited her to explain.
“I hoped that by you having these sexual experiences, you would know why I had to become a woman. You would understand the yearning for cock, the desire to be feminine, the need to be a lady who pleases.”
I thought about those words. Indeed, yes, I had yearned for cock. I had also had the desire to dress in women’s underwear and yes, I had wanted to please. But did that make me a lady?
Then I thought of the feelings that had stirred in me when I saw Jake. Could she be correct? I felt I would have done anything to please him, and I felt that by being dressed as a woman, he would want me too. It was starting to make sense.
Wanting to know, I asked, “So how did you do it?”
“One day I was having a catch-up with Carla. I had not told you about her as she was part of the thing I was hiding from you. Anyway, I had confided in her that I was struggling to find a way of telling you the truth about me. She knew how much you meant to me, so we devised a plan to break it to you in a fun way.”
“Why has Clara still got a penis?” I interjected, “Did she not go through with it?”
“No, she decided she wanted the best of both worlds. It has worked out well for her, as well you know?” she said, cocking her head to the side.
Once again, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. She knew about me and Clara!
Laughing, she put her hand back on my knee and said, “Don’t worry, it’s fine, honestly.”
“So, Clara knew Jake and we decided it would be an idea for him and Laura to pretend to be an item. Laura obviously knew my dilemma in telling you, so she was keen to help out. Being the highly sexed girl that she is, she enjoyed being Jake’s girlfriend.”
“Jake, being the super-charged sex-god that he is, didn’t need much coaxing to take part.”
This time she blushed. Had she? I bet she had!
Continuing, Sue said “It was pure luck that his firm ended up working with your company on the new project. Fate dealt us a pile of aces there.”
“To be honest dear, we thought it would take you longer to be in the position where we could tell you. But you have responded and shown us that you understand the desire, not just to have cock, but have cock from a woman’s perspective.”
I had to agree with her. Thinking of how I reacted when I saw Alex showed my desire to have cock, how eager I was to please. I still wasn’t sure it made me want to be a woman, but I certainly understood why someone would want to be one.
Feeling a lot better about things, I smiled at her and kissed her again. As much as I had enjoyed kissing Clara and Jake, their kisses meant nothing compared to the ones I shared with Sue.
As we kissed, I felt my cock start to grow. Sue must have noticed it too, as she broke away, looked at my dick, and said, “Oh hello there, I wondered when you were going to make an appearance.”
She stood up and took her gym sweater off. Underneath she was wearing one of her flimsy, for sex only, black lacy bras. Sue then removed her joggers, to reveal the matching suspender belt and panties. Her toned legs were encased in shear, black nylons. I don’t think she had been wearing that outfit in the gym!
Seductively, Sue stepped towards me, standing between my slightly open legs. Gently, she pushed me back on to the sofa and nudged my legs wider open with her knees. She then dropped down on to her knees and grabbed my rock-hard cock with her left hand.
Grinning devilishly, she peered into my face and said, “Time for me to start making it up to you.”
She lowered her warm, wet mouth onto my swollen member. Her tongue flicked my bell-end, teasing under the head and probed at the eye. Applying maximum suction she swallowed the length down, succeeding in getting the whole shaft into her mouth. At the same time she started working my balls with her right hand.
Now, Sue was great at blow-jobs, but with everything that had happened recently, this one felt extra hot! She was devouring my man-meat only half an hour or so after I had been well and truly fucked! She started bobbing up and down on my dick, squeezing and gently twisting my balls as she did so. Her teeth lightly grazing my dick, making me “ooh” and “aaah” quite loudly.
Working like a porn-star, she soon had my balls reacting in that familiar, pre-explosion way.
“I’m going to cum!” I cried.
“Mmmmm… I…. want… it…. baby,” she said, sucking my cock-head hard between each word.
The point of no return was reached very soon after. I lifted my sore arse off the sofa and tried fucking my spunk down her throat. Losing control slightly, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her hard onto me! My body was experiencing minor convulsions as the cum belted from my dick into Sue’s mouth. The orgasm was so intense that little flickers of bright lights seemed to appear in my peripheral vision. I felt lightheaded and all of a sudden, exhausted!
Collapsing back on the sofa, I had presence of mind to release Sue’s head. She looked up and climbed on to me, like a tiger claiming its prey. I saw a wicked glint in her eye just before she kissed me. Opening my mouth to receive her tongue, I got a little more than I expected! Sue swapped my cum from her mouth into mine! Fuck, this was so horny!
We finished kissing and both swallowed my cum. Smiling at me she said, “I’ve always wanted to do that, thank you!”
“I had no bloody choice!” I exclaimed, then laughed with her and gave her another, passionate but cum-free kiss.
A short while afterwards, Jake, Alex and Clara came into the living area to join us. The three of them were grinning from ear to ear! Jake and Alex were still butt-naked. Clara was wearing a one-piece pvc, crotchless cat-suit and heels. Like the two guys, her cock was hanging free.
Jake walked straight to me and gave me a deep kiss. It felt strange to be kissing someone passionately as I sat next to my wife, but it also felt so right.
Jake left me and then kissed Sue, just as passionately. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any jealousy, any anger or any thoughts that this was wrong. I grinned and nodded my head in appreciation at the sight of Sue snogging another man.
Clara came and sat beside me. Her cock looking divine, surrounded by the lovely pvc outfit. She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. “I knew you’d be alright”, she said. “You’re a good guy. Filthy pervert, but a good guy!”
Laughing, I turned to her and gave her a passionate kiss too. As she kissed, she started stroking my limp dick. Astounded, I felt blood rush into it!
I broke from the kiss to look at Sue. She was in the process of swallowing Jakes lovely big cock!
Smiling, I turned back to Clara. Whilst wanking me, she was in the process of trying to swallow Alex’s fat dick!
Laughing, I looked between the two guys, over the living area. There, studying the party on the sofa was Laura, naked.
Her eyes fixed on mine, she gave me a naughty wink and pointed at me. “You’re mine!”
|
