Message-ID: <17948eli$9812110438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: {Vickie Tern} New TG: True Love, 3/3 M/F femdom wife humil Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981210203912.04738.00000694@ng-ce1.aol.com> True Love 3/3 by Vickie Tern Don't read this if you aren't legally entitled to read this. It contains explicit sex. Mostly right at the outset, and mostly gentle, but still, you aren't supposed to know about such things. There are characters who use obscene language too, nothing you haven't heard before, chances are, but nothing you're allowed to read here. Your parents and your legislators want their thoughts about you to remain pure. If the events in this story seems to resemble events in the lives of anyone you know, I'm amazed by the coincidence. I'm also sure they would not appreciate your trumpeting that fact to the world. Vickie Tern's other stories are archived at http://www.fictionmania.com and also http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Vickie_Tern I appreciate all kinds of comment: VickieTern@AOL.COM. iii. The next morning when I pulled into our driveway there was a strange car blocking my way into the garage. Rob's. They'd spent the night fucking each other under my roof? I felt the hood -- the engine was still quite warm. No, they'd been in their hotel room, just as I'd been in mine. I got out of the car and staggered up the walk, not only because of those heels, but because I had to walk spraddle-legged. My God, my asshole was sore! Gail had spent half the night plunging a fat rubber dildo in and out of it, my "boy pussy" she called it, until finally I had come in a very strange way, an incredibly intense seizure of my whole body, ethereal sort of, and then came a release and a trickling of fluids from my penis without it once getting erect! Gail exulted when it happened. "Now you're a woman, honey! And don't let anyone tell you different! That's a woman's orgasm. You can have as many as you want, as often as you want! Now where's that pretty mouth of yours? I want that tongue inside my cunt again NOW!" When she wasn't fucking me Gail wanted me to suck her pussy, to lick it and poke my tongue into it. Then when she'd had enough straight "tonguefucking," as she called it, she wanted me to force it into her anus. "Geoffrey kisses my ass, honey," she said. "You can do better than that! You'll see soon enough! Keep at it!" It finally happened just after dawn. She was sitting on my face with her cheeks spread wide apart when my tongue finally penetrated her rear, and her sphincters clamped down to hold it inside her. The taste was strange, but she treated me with great affection after I pushed in and out and licked her hole clean. It must have felt especially nice to her, because she told me she wanted to see me some more, since I had this talent, if I didn't mind. I didn't answer. My own hole was still drippy from the enema she'd given me to make way for her dildo, and there was nothing I could do about that. It still felt stretched wide open as I waddled into the house. Cynthia and Rob were sitting in the living room when I came in limping and kicked off my heels, and then just stood there looking at first one, then the other of them. They'd been talking together quietly. "Sweetie, you're back!" Cynthia leaped up and ran over and threw her arms around me. "I can't wait to hear all about it! Was it fun? Was it awful? Gail told me she'd clue you in and then break you in, so you'd know why we had to do what we did, why she thinks so, anyhow, why you're really and truly going to become a woman, and she promised she'd give you a little taste of what it's like. Things like that. You'd never have agreed to any of it, I know. But now, doesn't it make sense to you? Doesn't it? I do hope you like getting fucked! Tell me you liked it, honey! Please!" She stood there, looking into my eyes. I looked into hers. She'd betrayed me in so many ways I couldn't begin to count them! But some of it was for my sake. She loved me, no doubt about that. It was all there in her eyes -- her worry, her concern for me, her hopes for our future, and the teeniest delighted gleam at the practical joke she'd played on me, sort of. And above all, her deepest, deepest affection. I could have drowned in that! I kissed her quickly, gently, twice, once on each eyelid. "Oh, sweetheart!" she whispered. "Oh, dearest sweetheart!" And she kissed me full on the mouth. Then she stood back. "I see you've lost your cherry," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "There's a bloodstain on your dress, in back. You shouldn't wear evening gowns when you're making love, or too soon after, honey. Or anything, really, unless you've got a tampon for afterward. The fluids leak. Gail must have gotten a little severe with those tender membranes inside your boy pussy. She did tell me that she likes to fuck her partners hard! Well, strip, and I'll set it to soak before it the stain sets too badly." "Cynthia," I said. "Not now. You have a guest!" I glared at Rob. My rival. He'd been doing to Cynthia what Gail had done to me! What if she'd enjoyed it as much as I did? "Oh, sweetie, Rob isn't a guest. Rob's here to stay! We're engaged! I've been engaged to him in my heart for a long time now, ever since there was only you at home, my lovely husband, my lovely husband who's never been able to provide for my needs, and who gets less able each year! I've sometimes felt we were engaged before we were born! It's a spiritual thing!" I was confused. "You know Rob's not married any more. First he wore his wife out sexually, and then she didn't want him. I heard she'd turned lesbian. Then she threw him out when I started up with him. Was it two years ago? Less? Honey, Rob is all I've ever wanted or needed for sex. I want you because you're so very sweet, and Rob because he can fuck me senseless! And I've been true to the two of you ever since any of us met. It's always been only you two. I've wanted us to live together for so very long! And now we can!" "Because I do love you, Donna precious! Even if I were married to Rob right now, I'd still never want to share you with another woman. Not while you're still a man! I just can't bear the thought of some other woman clamping her hips onto that darling prick of yours, and feeling it move around inside her! It's mine! It's mine till death do us part! That's the way it is!" "That's the way it is right now, anyhow. Gail probably explained it to you, what's going to happen to that dear little thing down there? Pretty soon there'll be no more sex between us, honey. Not when your hormones and your surgery make you more of a woman and no man at all. That's when we'll get divorced, and if things work out I'll marry Rob. But we won't separate, ever, I hope. You'll still live here, sweetheart! We'll still be good friends. Loving friends. Very best girlfriends." "But then there'll be no more sex. You see, I can't do what Gail does. I'm not much for oral sex or dildoes or other girlie things like that, you know that, sweetie. With me it's always been a stiff dick deep in my wazoo, or else someone else's stiff dick stuck deep inside me! I can sit on a cock, and roll around on one, and slide up and down on one all day long! And all night! I've never had enough of it!" "And make no mistake, Rob's is impressive. Not just that it's so huge you really can't not know when it's in you. It's that you can't move at all when it's all the way in you, just grunt! It's that it never seems to need to lie down, and when it does, it wakes up again after hardly any time at all! Rob can fuck four times, six times a day! And cum each time, and then fuck again! And at night the same! And again the next day!" "Donna, how could any girl ever say no to a man like that? I've loved him ever since he came to work for your Company, that first Christmas office party. The bulge in his pants looked like Santa Claus's sack, and he invited me to reach inside to see if there was a present there for me! Was there ever? He's actually too much!" "Anyhow, honeybun, that's why Rob is moving in with us! We need to live together for a while before we get married. You know. Just to make sure. And because I just might want him four, six times a day, now and then!" She smiled at that. "Here, let me take care of your dress, while you two get acquainted all over again. You're Miss Vice President Donna, now, lover! Rob works for you! When he isn't working for me, that is! Rob, Donna is my best friend. Remember that. No more secrets from her. She shares everything with me. Even things that are very precious. Treat her with respect, always." I carefully unsnapped and unzipped and unbuttoned my beaded gown, my bridal gown Gail had called it when we arrived in her suite and it became obvious she meant to deflower me. Cynthia took it and was gone. I turned to Rob and sat down just across from him. He'd been listening to everything Cynthia'd said, looking at me with mild interest. I saw no mockery or scorn in his eyes. "That's a very pretty slip, Donna," he said. "My ex had one just like it! Cynthia was so happy when she found it in Victoria's Secret a week ago, after she'd made her deal with Gail. She said it was a perfect match for the bras and things she'd already bought for you for when the big moment came. As it did last night. Drink?" I shook my head. The elaborate hairdo the salon had pinned up now all tumbled down. Extra hair in it, "falls" and "rats" they called them. I'd prefer a clipped woman's hairstyle, I thought to myself, as I pinned it back up. There are some cute ones. Unless I can find some way out of this. I don't see any, though. "Too early for a drink," I said. "Coffee, then." Rob went into the kitchen and brought back a small tray with coffee, milk, sugar, a spoon, and even a napkin spread across the bottom of the tray. He really was trying to be solicitous! "I don't know yet how you take it," he said quietly. He sat down and continued his narrative. "Donna, Cynthia wasn't just happy when she found that white dress of yours, she was ecstatic! 'It's Don, it really is!' she kept saying. 'It's perfect for him!' She's been so happy, shopping for you, planning all kinds of things for last night, and for when you're eventually a woman! And I can't say she wasn't right about the dress. You know, with your slim hips, you'll be a real knockout when your boobs come in! Like a model!" He meant well, but his encouragement wasn't welcome. "So you were in on this, Rob? From the beginning?" "No. Well, yes, once Cynthia decided that she couldn't live without coming home to my cock every evening, and having it available all day every weekend. But it was all her planning. I only made suggestions. A year ago or so, when the beginnings occurred to her, when she was spreading it around that she was fucking everyone in sight, I helped her make it credible by setting up some stories with a few friends and their wives who were willing to cooperate. They couldn't figure why she wanted that reputation, but they did spread the word. She's got to be a remarkable woman, they'd tell me when I asked for their help. But I guess you already know that." "Yes," I said. I was bewildered again, but I knew that Top Management never lets Junior Management know that. "So she never did sleep around, eh?" "No. Just me. And you, of course. With me on call, why would she ever want anyone else?" "Why'd she want me to believe she was sleeping around?" Rob just looked at me. "Two reasons. One was so you couldn't feel jealous of any one man, and then try to do something stupid about it! Something violent. She wanted to protect me from you. And protect you from yourself, too. She tells me you can be a terror when you're mad, testosterone-driven she calls it, and that's why she wants your balls gone real soon, maybe as early as next week. The way she puts it, when fighting bulls become steers, they're no longer interested in fighting. Anyhow, she wanted you to blame her for whatever infidelities you heard about, not the supposed men involved. And not me. So you'd figure it was all her doing, not mine. She never mentioned me at all until just a few days ago, I'll bet." "Not until yesterday morning, no," I said. "When we were fucking she mentioned it. Not before." It was only yesterday morning? "I never heard about any of the others either. She had to tell me about them. The word never got back to me." Rob grinned. "Well, that's you. Hardworking and trusting, and outside the gossip loop. When you were fucking she told you, eh? I guess with you when she's fucking she can still use her brains. Clever of her. Nobody ever gets mad in the middle of a good fuck, she must have figured. Anyhow, that was the main reason she wanted to seem to be a loose woman." "The other reason was to make it sound credible that she was screwing Geoffrey, for when the word got back to Gail. She had to get Gail's attention, and then stay in her line of sight! She had to seem to be a really serious threat so Gail would be willing to go all out and pay a steep price to stop her! And look at you, Miss Vice President! She sure did!" "She wasn't screwing Geoffrey?" "Of course not. That old fart? Whatever for? She was prepared to do it, if it came to that. But it wasn't necessary. She flirted with Geoffrey once, and then when Gail confronted him about the so-called 'affair' he denied everything, then came apart and admitted everything. Cynthia told Gail particulars of some pretty kinky stuff they'd supposedly done together. Well, Geoffrey's played around with so many secretaries that when Gail described his kinks he got all flustered and confirmed everything his dirty mind had ever done or imagined about any woman, as if it were solid fact. Gail still thinks they spent some time in the sack together?" "Yes. She means to keep him asleep every night, and pretty soon castrate him." "Tough broad. But I guess you know that just from last night!" "I guess," I said, shifting uneasily on my bottom. It still hurt. Probably it was still leaking into my panties. I'd better ask Cynthia to lend me a tampon, I thought. Rob noticed. "No, I don't just mean that she likes to ream ass and call that sex. I mean she emasculates men whenever she can! Look at you, for openers. You're a woman, in only one night. And your balls aren't long for this world either!" I was silent. Was I already mourning their loss? "Who's responsible for that?" I asked. "Was that Cynthia selling my balls to Gail in order to buy my promotion, and my salary package, and a better life for us on my new income?" "In a way." Rob leaned forward, now looking quite serious, ready to talk man to man. "We knew way back that would have to be a price you'd pay when she left you for me. If she had to leave you. Or something like that price. Because she loves you and she doesn't want to hurt you!" "What?" I asked, baffled yet again. "You see, soon after we found each other, when we were head over heels, enraptured, when we couldn't either of us ever get enough of each other, she told me what she wanted to do to you, so that when she finally divorced you and married me, you wouldn't mind." I leaned forward too. "What was that?" "She wanted to change your taste in women into a taste for men. To teach you to enjoy sex with men. So that by the time she left you for me you wouldn't even notice she was gone! So you'd be so happy with your nancy boys you wouldn't even remember to send her a Christmas card! She loves you, remember. She can't stand to see you hurt!" "Is that possible? To make a straight man gay?" "Maybe, if there are already latent tendencies. With different mood altering drugs and hypno-therapy and positive reinforcement, and the right kind of conditioning. She'd already started you on a drug that would keep you from getting erections -- she's been giving you small doses ever since, she tells me, to help keep you from straying. She's feels so very possessive about you! And she'd already lined up a doctor to provide an antidote and some gay guy's rear end simultaneously, so you'd get the notion that only a man's buns would turn you on ever again. That you could only cum again inside some guy's ass, not even in your own hand. Things like that." I wondered if that would be preferable to where I was now, sitting in stretched out pantyhose and a slip and wearing an empty bra, leaking into my panties, new breasts and a vagina already in the offing, talking to my wife's lover. Or else in jail and disgrace, certainly for me, probably for Cynthia too. "Why'd she decide I'd be better off as a woman?" I asked. "Because that's what she is?" "Partly. But it was partly my idea." "Your idea?!" My apparently famous temper began to rise up. My rival had schemed with my wife to get me out of the way by turning me into a woman? It sounded like one of those pornographic fantasies you read on the Net, or hear about on the sleazier talk shows, Geraldo or Jerry Springer. "You son of a bitch!" "Now hold on." Rob remained even-tempered, even equable. "This was some time ago, remember. I was still married. But my wife was already prepared to divorce me, because she'd already taken up with someone else. With the boss's wife! With Gail! That's how I found out that Gail swings both ways. Or really, swings toward women, with gestures toward men!" I was listening. "So a much better idea occurred to us. Make you a woman, and a success at work, and a success in the sack with the boss's wife, and if you work at it, a success in your new gender too. Then you won't have to join a persecuted minority like the gays. You could have a respectable new life, and she wouldn't have to leave you, and you wouldn't ever have to leave her. Well, it took a long while, but the plan all came together. The payoff was just last night. With no effort needed on your part at all, I have to point out, and with only the barest cooperation! Cynthia did it all herself, all for you! She's quite a woman, your wife!" "And yes, she thinks she's giving you a tremendous gift. It's a lot of fun, being a woman. She'd certainly be the first to say so. Just buying clothes and decorating yourself. And teasing men. And scheming schemes when everyone thinks you're a ditz. It can make for a pretty full life! Can't it?" "I wouldn't know. Not yet, anyhow." "Well, you will. Cynthia means for you to go shopping with her this afternoon. You two best girlfriends out enjoying your first day together! You'll need some power suits for your first day at the office, and some other things, right off. And lessons in everything feminine -- she's hired a tutor for you, to keep you busy while ... ahhh ...the two of us keep ourselves busy with each other. There's no escaping it now, Donna. Since you're a woman, you'll need to learn how to do things that all women do. And enjoy things that women enjoy. Share everything Cynthia enjoys." "I see." "Maybe not yet, Donna. Let me try to be clearer." He leaned forward intently, until our heads almost touched. "I did just say it, if you heard me. You see, Cynthia really and truly loves you. In fact, she asked me to let you know that if you ever you feel inclined, when your new plumbing is all in place, or even now, just from the excitement of living a whole new kind of life, if you ever want to know just why she had to leave you for me, well, I should be available to help you understand. And I am available to help you understand. Even right now." "For example, why don't you just reach over here and unzip my fly, and reach in, and take out my cock. Just hold it -- you'll need both hands. Heft it. Feel the heat, and feel it swell up. Maybe squeeze it. Just once. She'd love for you to hold a real man's cock in your hands for once. She's sure that once you've done that, you'll know why things have to be the way they are. And how bright the future can be for all three of us. Here, I'll unzip it. You can do everything else. Really, you owe it to Cynthia to see for yourself. And if I may say so, you owe it to yourself!" I was shocked! What an indecent proposal! But it wasn't his proposal, it was Cynthia's. A sudden movement caught the corner of my eye, and I looked up toward the front hall. There leaning against a door post, quietly watching us, was Cynthia! How long had she been there? Who knew? She'd been listening closely though. I could tell, because she was looking straight at me, her eyes shining with a love I could see was absolutely undiminished by her love life with Rob! And she'd heard every word Rob had just said. I could tell, because her expression was so eager, so hopeful! "I know why!" I said. "Why you left me here with Rob! It's because you don't care for oral sex, even with a stud like Rob, but he does, and you want to know his needs are well-attended? Here at home, so he won't stray? Is that it, Cynthia? Is that why?" "Yes, honey! Yes, there's that! There's always been that. But your needs too, sweetheart! I love you too! I want you to be happy too! Every way imaginable, now and later on, too! Do you love me that much? Oh, honey, please?" I hesitated. Then I managed to smile, a little kittenishly I hoped. "Maybe," I said. "And maybe not. What's in it for me?" When she realized I was teasing her, Cynthia's adorable face broke into the most incandescent smile! Radiant! Utterly blinding! My last resentments melted away! "Oh my darling!" she said, rushing forward toward both of us, her arms outstretched. "My sweetest angel! Let me show you!" END (c) 1998 by Vickie Tern May be archived wherever hearts feel free and access is equally free. 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