Two twelve inch pizzas and three bottles of wine later, Simon suggested he change the music to his favourite song when he dresses as Simone.
He cued it up and we sat there giggling, wondering how this was going to go when Simone came back through from the bedroom.
As she burst back into the room to the tune of Shania Twain's 'Man, I feel like a woman!' Simone minced and gyrated around the front room owning every inch of her sequinned dress.
Jane was the first to get a glimpse of the size of her wang though... it was a lot longer than mine and very, very thick! She nudged me and winked. I recognised the look in her eye.
"What do you think?" Simone asked as Shania finished her last few notes.
"You look fucking amazing! I'd kill for those heels and that corset! Wow!" Jane squealed.
I wasn't sure what to say as Simone wasn't the most convincing but I could see she loved herself and owned it so I was enjoyed that.
"Do I look convincing?" Simone asked, suddenly looking vulnerable.
Jane looked at me and me at her, neither of us answering directly.
"Look, with a bit of make up I am a total fucking diva... give me a minute and I will go get some."
"No, don't... it's not the image, it's the fucking huge cock swinging between your legs!" Jane chimes, in her usual no-nonsense way.
Simone's shoulders drop. She pulls at the wig and it drops to the floor.
"Don't be like that... how long have you been dressing?" Jane asks.
"It was when I was with Tricia. So probably three years ago."
"Tricia? She was your ex, right?"
"Yeah, went off with a guy at her work."
"Shit, sorry to hear that. So, did she enjoy seeing you dressed?"
"She didn't know a thing... fuck no. She would have had a fit. She already thought I wasn't man enough. This would have sent her over the edge."
"Fuck, really?" Jane asks, opening another bottle of wine and pouring us each a glass. "So she made you feel like you weren't man enough and then you started dressing? Makes sense, I suppose."
"So did you and her, you know, get it on very often?"
"Sex? No. She went off it a few years before we split. I tried my best but it felt like I was pestering her and then after a while I couldn't even get it up."
"It wouldn't get hard?"
"Yeah, I don't know why because it always worked when I played with it, you know, porn and stuff."
"Sounds like she fucked with you head, mate" I replied, knowing how much that shit affects you as a man.
"You think?"
I nod, before getting up and going through to take a piss.
When I come back through the kitchen, I can hear moaning but no chatting.
I fucking knew it.
"What the fuck..." I say as I see Jane on her knees with that huge hogger in her mouth, slurping like a greedy bitch on heat.
Simone turns to look at me, not knowing what to do. Here she is with her cock buried in my wife's face and loving every minute.
I wink at her reassuringly.
"Don't worry, she's a sucker for a thick cock."
Pulling my pants down, I position myself behind Jane and lift her dress up and pull her plain white panties down so Simone can get a good view of her perfect, plump, round arse before I spread her cheeks and slide my cock inside her soaking fuck hole.
She is so ready for fucking. Jane gets so wet, so quick when she is sucking a new cock. Always goes from girl-next-door to super-whore in two seconds flat with some thick cock-meat between her lips.
Between my cock in her whore-hole and Simone's massive she-dong inching down her throat and my fingers rubbing and flicking at her engorged clit, Jane is gagging and bucking with saliva all down her face and her mascara running, every inch the perfect model of the fuck-slut she loves to be.
Simone was the first to pop as the first load went down Jane's throat with the second load streaking across her face. Her orgasm was loud and shrill and it sent me over the edge and my first shot went over arse with my second rope of cum coating her lower back with more still landing on her arse after that. My lady was in slut-heaven as she took both our loads at the same time as her climax started to subside.
As it turned out, after five bottles of wine between the three of us and another round of fucking, this time much less furtive and more relaxed, Simon COULD get a hardon for a woman and didn't need to be Simon to enjoy himself. He just needed to feel masculine and like he owned that thick cock
and was capable of pleasuring a woman just as himself.
Didn't stop the kinky bastard from dressing, of course! But that is just how some people like it!
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