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{Vickie Tern} NEW TG: A Place of Her Own 2/10 , F/m, M/M etc, femdom
This story depicts sexual activity of various sorts among consenting
if sometimes also credulous and deceived adults. If you are not a
consenting adult don't read it, no matter how credulous or deceived.
It's not for you. Not yet.
But she knew that my suppressed self had to assert itself. That I
felt pride that I am what I am, and wasn't ashamed of it any more,
or anyhow not very ashamed. She knew that the feminine part of me
wasn't some unacceptable exhibitionist, drag queen, or net-stocking
slut, but a quiet, tasteful, decent woman, in most respects
unremarkable. That expressing that woman somehow comforted me.
That I was half-persuaded that I was what I claimed to be.
So she accepted that I went to out of town conventions a few times
a year "to play with the other girls." She loved me. She didn't
begrudge me my departures, and she welcomed my returns.
Still, she feared that if I felt less ashamed after each gender
meeting, perhaps I'd be all the more shameless after I got back
home. There was always a danger in her mind that the woman seen
flouncing into the supermarket next week might be recognized
suddenly as that consulting engineer who lives on the next block,
the one married to the lawyer woman, poor soul to be married to
such a sick pervert. She knew and feared that our family
respectability hung on a single accidentally unwiped dab of my
lipstick, or on too narrowly arching a plucked eyebrow, or on a
single noticeable swish of my hips. And if respectability went,
her professional reputation and her clients' confidence in her
would soon follow.
This time I'd been away a full week, so I had to assume Trish had
been worrying about these risks for a full week. My first job was
to reassure her. When I opened our study door I saw her computer
was on, there was some legal file on the screen, but the room was
empty. So I crossed through to the far door and opened that one,
delighted to be returning to my very own fragrantly scented, richly
feminine inner sanctum. I'd flown home wearing an oversized zip
jacket and dungarees, my bra and breast forms and pantyhose no way
hinted. But here I could be myself. Off came my jacket. This was
my real home!
ii.
As I'd expected, Trish was in a satin slipper chair reading a brief
of some sort. Wearing jeans as usual, her legs tucked up tight
under her butt in one of her favored Yoga positions. I saw at once
she wore no bra at all under her plain white T-shirt, that her
nipples were poking out noticeably from the bulging dark circles at
the center of her breasts. She unfolded herself and stood up at
her first sight of me.
"Honey! Oh, darling! I heard you coming in, and I've been
waiting! How is my girl today? Did she enjoy herself? I see
you're still wearing that hairdo you'd planned for the Farewell
Ball. You must have looked darling last night! You wore it all
the way back on the plane too? Oh, sweetheart, that was brave!
Each time you come back less and less afraid to be yourself! Of
course an upswept hairdo isn't what I'd choose for you, but it's
really very pretty!"
For the first time, no welcoming inquiry about her "boyfriend"
returning? For a week I'd been among people who were honored to
call each other 'girls.' Some were actual girls by birth, and some
by playful desire, but some by lifelong confusion and doubt, ordeal
and sacrifice, determination, psychiatric concurrence, hormones,
legal changes of identity, surgical knives, and slow, painful
recovery. So it didn't seem at all odd that Trish didn't mention
my male aspect. Not then. It did seem strange that she
complimented me for wearing a dramatically feminine hairdo in
public all the way home, that she didn't feel threatened by my
exposing myself that way, but I chose to ignore that too. It was
satisfying enough that she'd been thinking about the sort of hairdo
she'd prefer me to wear.
She lifted her face for me to kiss her, as I certainly did, and she
sighed most satisfactorily when I ran a fingertip lightly over one
of her protruding nipples.
"No bra?" I inquired?
"That's right." And that was all. Her tone told me it wasn't a
topic she cared to discuss at the moment. "Honey, sit down. We
have to talk. Two things happened this week you should know
about."
"Oh?"
"Oh?" She mocked me lightly. "Yes, oh! The first is small but
large. It seems someone saw you last week, someone driving by saw
a tall woman open the front door and take in the morning newspaper.
Hair long, a lot like your husband's, she told me, but better
styled, and wearing a housecoat. She finally decided the person
was a visiting relative, a sister maybe, since she seemed so much
at home. Now, I'm not saying that your secret is in any danger.
But you know that sooner or later it's going to become known. This
is a fussy and gossipy neighborhood. Sooner or later someone will
call on the police to inquire if everything's all right. And if
you're home and I'm not, that can have consequences."
Fair warning. Sobering news too. "I know that, Trish. Who was
it?"
"I'd rather not say. It would make you too self-conscious. It's
someone we both know fairly well. The topic may not come up again.
I told this person your sister had stopped by. That answer seemed
sufficient. Maybe not next time though. We need to do something
about it."
"I guess," I said. I couldn't think what. I couldn't pull every
blind and drapery in the house and live in the dark all day! That
would seem suspicious in itself. But what else was there to do
about it?
"And I've figured out what to do! You'll love it! That's the
second thing."
"What's that?"
Trish would sometimes hug me gently like a girlfriend when I was
being Amy, even give me an affectionate peck on the cheek to show
she was especially pleased with me -- with Amy, really. But only
Andy awakened her most ardent, passionate feelings. I was Andy now
for the trip home, so despite my hairdo and the bra and pantyhose
I had on she replied by opening her arms wide and falling backward
onto the soft divan and pulling me down on top of her. Again, a
nipple naked under her thin T-shirt material brushed my arm, but
this time she moaned aloud.
"Trish honey, you are so hot! What's come over you?"
"Well, Andy, at the moment it's you!" She grinned, and as if my
full weight weren't already pressing her whole body into the soft
pillows of the divan, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her
legs around my waist and squeezed hard. Was her crotch already
damp? Wet? Then of all things, while we were wrapped in each
other she continued to talk to me, my face not six inches above
hers. It must have taken tremendous concentration, the kind she'd
bring to addressing a jury.
"Andy, what would you think about Amy getting herself a place of
her own to live in?"
"What?"
"Amy. Your girlhood. A place of her own. She spends all day
bottled up in here, you know that. She doesn't dare show her
pretty face, and it really is pretty, and she spends a lot of
effort making sure of it. You have to carry her a thousand miles
away by air before you dare let her loose in public. And then only
for a few days here or a week there, only a few times each year.
Like just now. Isn't that so?"
She knew it was, but waited for me to nod. Then continued, "That's
no way for any girl to live. It's ironic, too, because I know that
all you want for Amy is the same normal life any woman lives. Yet
she doesn't dare. Not for a moment. Not here. Not in this town.
And when she's bottled up here, you're bottled up here!"
All true. I nodded again. A knot was beginning to form in my
stomach. Fright? Exhilaration? Tricia was up to something!
Something beautiful? By itself it was a wonderful idea! To set
Amy free somewhere to live her own life out in the open? To live
the way she'd lived all this past week, venturing into malls and
onto downtown streets and into restaurants, lunching with friends,
chatting with strangers, and attracting no attention at all except
as one more woman? On her own, all by herself? Could she? Of
course! But would she then accept the modest limits we always
placed on her? Could either of us restrain a liberated Amy? What
would she be like on her own? Ooohh! I felt like leaping up and
flying! What a glorious notion!
"Andy sweetheart, I know you're no longer terrified of exposure,
and maybe you're even beyond feeling shame if Amy should ever
become known to our friends and associates here. I've worried that
soon you'll feel impelled to come out at least to our friends, to
be Amy to everyone who already knows Andy. Even though you know it
wouldn't be pleasant, in many ways. That it would be an
embarrassment we could never live down. Well, maybe you could, but
it would effectively end my career here. Not one of my clients
would feel he could trust the wife of a drag queen weirdo to close
a simple mortgage for him, much less handle his complex business
litigation. Or hers. The powerful men and women I deal with maintain
tight control over their domestic arrangements, and expect others
to do the same."
This was sobering. "Probably true," was all I said. I was dying
to kiss the delicate curves of her mouth, but this was not the
moment.
"So day after tomorrow Amy and I will go looking for a place for
her to live. Andy's not invited. Strictly speaking, I want to
take her to look at a condominium apartment the firm has just taken
over in Madison in lieu of a debt. If she likes it, she can buy it
easily, no problem at all, I've figured out exactly how. Madison's
about ninety minutes from here by car, close enough for easy
visiting but just far enough away so there's no one there who knows
us. In Madison Amy can be herself!"
My scalp was tingling! My eyebrows were raised high in
astonishment, I could feel them, and my eyes were wide open in
shock! In panic! In wild surmise! In joy! Inside me, Amy was
shouting "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" so loud I could scarcely think!
Tricia saw that I saw all of the possibilities all at once, and
added only, "Then Amy can be her own woman. Completely. We'd get
her a complete legal identity, driver's license, credit cards,
everything a woman needs. She'd own the property in her own name.
Everything she keeps here could go there and remain there and
remain hers. Her clothes, her jewelry, even a car we'd buy her if
we didn't transfer your ownership. She could come and go as she
chooses, get a job or take over your consulting and do what you do,
open a bank account, entertain her own friends, do whatever she
likes. You'd be her guest when you stayed with her, instead of the
way things are here, with Amy your prisoner who doesn't dare ever
let herself be seen."
I swallowed. My head seemed to be exploding. Tricia had found a
gateway to heaven and was persuading me to walk through it!
"She could live a normal life, Andy." Tricia concluded. "As
herself. No more compromises."
Then she kissed me on the nose. "You'll need to discuss it with
her. But not tonight. I think I want to make love now, but with
Andy, not Amy. Tell her tomorrow that the offer's open, and ask
her how she feels about it, and we'll see what she thinks. But now
I need to know if there's any boy left at all in my girlfriend.
I've missed you, lover! Weren't you feeling just a little bit
horny for me?"
For the next few hours I proved I felt terribly horny! Powerfully,
lyrically, sublimely! Though it was partly as Amy! I felt so
suffused with joy, so richly endowed, so tenderly grateful to my
darling, my marvelous wife! And I was still wearing my bra, more
Amy in my Trish's arms than she seemed to notice. I could feel
myself on the edge of a delightful liberation, and my heart
wouldn't stop singing! My cock rose up and pulsed with each
thought of Trish's proposal, a prospective free-form feminine way
of life! It hardened, and even after Trish had softly sucked me
and I'd cum in her mouth, then had pushed deep into her silky wet
folds and cum again in her pussy, even then it didn't soften!
"I've never seen anything like this thing of yours" Tricia said in
awe toward the end of a second hour of rock hard performance. "It
just won't wilt! Here, let's try it this way. Exceptional
behavior deserves exceptional rewards."
And she turned over onto her stomach, humped her beautiful bottom
high into the air, wiped my erect prick in the fluids oozing from
her vagina, spread them slick over my whole cock with one hand,
then guided me into her anus. For the first time in our married
life! My first time ever with anyone! I slipped in effortlessly!
Trish felt hot and incredibly snug, and after only a few thrusts
and withdrawals I spurted into her guts helplessly yet a third
time! Throbbing my heart out into her! I couldn't help it!
"I thought we should both know what it would be like if Amy should
ever want to let a man enter her," Trish said, turning to look at
me with an impish smile when I'd stopped pulsing and just lay there
humped onto her buttocks, spent. "Since that's all she can do with
a man right now. That and suck cock. It feels very nice to me,
honey. Amy will love it, I bet, if she ever finds anyone as sweet
as you to do it with. I wish we'd done this years ago!"
I'd softened a bit after that last wrenching orgasm. But when
Trish spoke those words, astonishingly my cock turned solid yet
again!
"The idea of a hot cock spurting cum deep into Amy's pussy turns
you on, does it, sweetheart? Then I really do wish we'd done this
before!"
I ignored her, but for yet another hour, well into nightfall, I
rocked back and forth inside my wife's rump, my prick
well-lubricated in my own cum, sliding in and out of her rectum
while my fingers dandled her dripping clit, her swollen nipples,
and occasionally her engorged pussy. We did other things I can't
remember. She came and came, orgasmic wave after wave passing
through her until finally she shuddered and whispered hoarsely to
me, "Enough now, Andy baby. Please! I have work tomorrow! I need
to sleep!"
Right there in my perfumed, pastel boudoir, on that overstuffed
divan of my dreams, we slept. We both slept. I remained inside
her. In the morning when I awoke I found my softened member was
still gripped by her sphincter, and as it hardened I pushed and
pulled it in and out of her ass yet again. She awoke smiling and
snugged her bottom into me yet again. It felt so very, very sweet!
Not even fully erect, I came yet again inside her, as she came too
in a kind of full bodied, relaxed shudder.
"Amy really is ready and eager to live her own life, isn't she,"
Trish said, turning her head sideways on the pillow with the smile
of a cat who has just eaten a whole cageful of canaries. "I bet
even now she isn't letting you alone! Are you going to tell me
that's only Andy fucking my rear end? I think we both know how Amy
feels now. Tell Amy the world is hers if she wants it, Andy. Ask
her if she'd rather hide out here or live like a lady in her own
apartment. Seeing whatever kinds of lovers she prefers. I think
her answer's obvious."
My cock finally popped out of Trish's rear and lay there, slick and
shiny and spent. She smiled and reached for it. "I'll blow this
lovely thing of yours sky high if you can make it hard yet again,
honey," she said. She squeezed and kneaded and pulled on it
repeatedly with her whole hand. I couldn't.
"I have only one question, sweetheart," I said. I couldn't
remember undressing Tricia or undoing any of my own clothes, yet
the two of us were now lying tangled together utterly naked, legs
tossed across each other's legs. My bra -- Amy's bra -- was on the
floor still half-inside my half-buttoned shirt. Can I have taken
both off together over my head? My hosiery was in ruins. "Just
one question. Then you can tell Amy yourself what you're proposing
for us. If you're going to drive her to Madison to look at an
apartment, you two will need to talk. You've never wanted to talk
to her before, you know."
"You're right, Andy," Tricia said soberly. "What's your question?"
"What about me, Trish? I'm here too, you know. While Amy is
making a life for herself in Madison, what about us? Do we live
separately? Divorce? Is that what you have in mind? Where do I
live?"
"Oh, honey!" My Tricia's voice was so instantly concerned! "No,
no, no, no! I don't want you to leave me. Not ever! It's just
that, well, darling, I know now that I have to share you. I've
been sharing you for years without admitting it to myself. Just
this past week I've been utterly without you while you were being
Amy, isn't that so? And without complaint, because apart from Amy
you're an altogether satisfactory husband. Maybe a little bit
because of Amy. Maybe a lot! You've suggested that sometimes,
haven't you? And last night I know I was sleeping with Amy,
partly, wasn't I. She was so excited inside you that she wouldn't
let you quit. I had to help her take off her bra so I could suck
on her nipples! That made her ecstatic, practically delirious!
She made the most marvelous mewing sounds, and she held my mouth to
her breasts as if I were a baby! I don't know where you were at
all just then, Andy, but Amy was just wonderful!"
"Well, dearest, life is compromise. I'm giving you up to Amy on a
kind of trial basis. Amy won't live here any more. You'll stay
with her and be her whenever you wish for as long as you wish, if
she'll have you. You'll always be welcome here whenever you want
to be you. You and Amy will have to work it out between you!
Maybe weekdays with Amy and the weekends here? Or vice versa? Or
a week each month at one place and then the other? If you should
ever decide to become all Amy, she'll be welcome to visit here any
time. I'm sure we can be really good friends!"
Then she added, matter of factly, "There are some legal
implications to giving Amy the right to be altogether herself, to
own her own property and so forth. But they don't include divorce,
honey. You'll see. Nothing so radical! It's much simpler!"
I didn't want to ask her, but I had to. "Trish, if you're now
reconciled to 'sharing' me as you call it with another woman,
namely myself, is it because you feel I should share you too? With
someone else?" I swallowed and closed my eyes and plunged ahead.
"Is there someone else?" Having said it, I opened my eyes again
and tried to read her face.
She looked at me with the strangest expression, seemed about to say
something, then stopped herself. "Honey," she said instead.
"We're married. Marriage is founded on trust. Do you have to ask
that question? You said you had only one question, and I've
already answered it I think. And now another one? Such a huge
one?"
"No, I don't have to ask it." I noticed that she wasn't answering
it, and now I was certain I didn't want her to answer it.
"You might have asked me that years ago when you first took Amy
into our lives. But you didn't. Why not?"
It had never occurred to me to ask her such a question, that was
why not. "Because as you say, we're married," was what I replied.
I was no more sure what that answer meant than when she said it.
"We trust each other."
"Yes. When we marry, we have ideas about each other that we make
up out of our own needs, hoping they'll be met. We may be
deceived. But through love we find ways to satisfy each other's
needs anyhow. I'm happy to suggest a way for you to satisfy your
need to live as Amy, sweetheart. I'm willing to share you with
that other woman you live as. That may answer your question, or
it may not."
Then she was silent. I'd decided not to ask her anything more,
when suddenly she volunteered more. "You should know this,
sweetheart. When you went to that first crossdresser's meeting a
few years ago, I felt hurt and angry and a little betrayed. You
remember? Well, I was having lunch with Carol one afternoon while
you were away, and she sensed that something was wrong. I broke
down and told her everything. All about you!" She paused and
assessed my reaction. Carol was another partner in her firm, her
best friend, recently divorced and frequently out on the town with
different men each time, as far as I could tell. I liked her, she
was sensible. In turn she's always seemed somehow amused by me,
appreciative yet gently teasing. Could this be why?
"You told Carol that I like to dress up as a woman."
"Yes." She was watching my face closely.
"And she said?"
"Carol just commented that a girl's got to do what a girl's got to
do, and she told me not to worry about it. 'It can be very nice,
sleeping with a girl,' she said. 'Have you done it with Andy when
he's a girl?'
"I told her 'No.' I'd always felt uneasy about sex with Amy before
then, remember?"
"'Come over tonight, and I'll show you what it's like,' she said.
And that night I did, and she did."
I didn't understand, and it showed in my face.
"We slept together," Tricia repeated. "We made love. Me and
Carol! Your wife and Carol! It was wonderful! Divine! Hello?"
I came down from my uncomprehending shock and tried to recover.
"That one time," I managed to blurt out.
"No, not just that one time," Trish said, her voice taking on a
touch of patience and maybe also pity. "Ever since then, not too
often, only whenever we were both in the mood." She saw I was
still baffled. "A few times each month. Maybe a little more
often. You see, Andy, Carol's bi-sexual. I am too, a little,
which may be why living in a romantic way with a man named Amy has
never really troubled me. And that's why I can share you with
another woman now, with Amy. Because you've been sharing me with
another woman too, now and then. All right?"
It wasn't but it was. I composed my face to signify consent of
sorts.
"There's another reason why this is a good time to liberate Amy,
Andy. Apart from issues of respectability, or Amy's ultimate
happiness." She took a deep breath and looked at me, weighing her
words. "Andy, for the next few months, maybe as long as a year, we
won't be spending much time together anyhow. It's work. I've been
promoted. I'm about to become incredibly busy. I have some vast
new responsibilities."
She went into a declamatory mode, as if she'd already given this
speech several times already. Probably she had. "My firm has just
landed a very big client. Magnum Enterprises. The Fortune Five
Hundred corporation. They have all kinds of legal problems far
beyond the routines their legal staff can manage! Most of my
partners in various specialties will be hard at work straightening
out Magnum's affairs. I've been asked to coordinate all of the
processes, to keep everyone in step with policy decisions and at
the same time to keep the client happy. I guess you could say that
I'm the Magnum account executive. Their new general counsel.
I'm in charge."
"We'll be taking on three new Associates to help me, and during
the next months, what with getting on top of the job and getting
he right legal actions under way, I won't even have time to breathe.
I'll be working late, mostly. I won't be home for your delicious
dinners, not most evenings, nor on weekends either. Or were they
Amy's dinners? I'll be out of town at the Magnum plant or at their
corporate headquarters for weeks at a time. So we'd rarely see
each other anyhow. We'd have to put our marriage on hold anyhow,
even if there were no Amy."
She took a deep breath, then said it, in a grand act of selfless
renunciation. "Honey, I'll be neglecting you utterly for months
and months! But it will be some consolation for me to know that
you're not miserable without me. That you're with Amy, and being
Amy, and that Amy is enjoying herself! She always does enjoy
herself, doesn't she?"
I suppose so. I was getting so addled by these references to me
and Amy as if we were two different people yet the same person that
I couldn't think straight. And I was still floating in a glorious
euphoria! An opportunity to live as Amy full time, not just in the
house, not just for a week, but whenever I wished for as long as I
wished! With my wife's blessing! At her urging! To make an
alternative life for myself as Amy! Trish couldn't have been more
generous! And she knew it!
"I know I'm taking a terrible chance," she said. "I know that you
may disappear altogether into Amy. I'm lending you to her, and you
may never come back to me. You may become altogether Amy, once
she's herself. I've always been afraid of that. Ever since we
were first married. Well, I've had to tell myself over and over,
if that happens, it happens. If that happens, then we'll see what
we'll see."
She took my face between her hands and tilted it up to her face,
and seriously kissed me on one eyelid. I closed my eyes, and she
kissed my other eyelid. When I opened them again I saw her looking
at me so seriously, so sweetly! "If that happens, sweetheart," she
said slowly, "you won't be here any more to worry about it. So
don't worry about it. Then there'll be just us girls." And she
kissed me sweetly, softly, on my lips. And I kissed her back,
softly. I felt so lucky to have a marvelous wife like this! And
to have Amy too! To be Amy! My eyes teared and my face began to
break up with joy!
"I need to get back to work now, honey," she said gently. "Why
don't you pack everything of Amy's except what she'll need to wear
tomorrow. A high-powered business suit I should think, and heels,
and a few pieces of her better jewelry. That Bergdorf tweed ought
to do well. Tomorrow Amy enters the real world. She'll need to
charm and impress court clerks and bankers so they'll fall all
over themselves to accommodate us. Though I'll do the talking, and
I have no doubt about the outcome. I'll attend to the paperwork
for you, and tomorrow I'll drive you and Amy to Madison to check
out this condo apartment. Then if it's all right I'll leave you
two there. I hear it's furnished, complete, exactly the way the
previous owner left it. If all goes well, I'll fly back here on my
own tomorrow night and leave you and Amy the car. And leave you to
be Amy as long as you wish."
end 2/10
(c) 1999 by Vickie Tern (VickieTern@AOL.COM, all comments welcomed)
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