Message-ID: <22416asstr$948661802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000123112831.14553.00000280@nso-fh.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Threesome Part 10/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc. Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 16:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, Vulpine {ASSM} Threesome Part 10/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc. The sex scenes in this story are raw, cooked, scrambled, and coddled. No violence or force, but that doesn't necessarily mean the characters are always nice to each other. This is a fiction. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is purely coincidental. It may not remain that way of course -- life sometimes imitates art. If you aren't old enough to read this lawfully, wait. If it's worth reading it'll still be around. If not, no great loss. Of course I hope it will still be worth reading, and will appreciate anyone letting me know what they think: VickieTern@aol.com. (c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive. Threesome 10/13 by Vickie Tern "That's right!" she said. "Lay on the eye make-up, too! Oh, and for fun, plan to wear this. You'll feel less inhibited." She held out a blonde wig, sort of cute in its way, round and curly. Bubble-headed. Ditzy. "You'll enjoy everything more, if we get lucky. Pin it so it can't possibly come off. You know the eye shadow shades that go with this?" "Yes, of course," I replied, staring at it. "But why the wig? Francesca's hairdo is still...." "Because blondes have more fun," she said shortly. Again, she wasn't prepared to tell me. So be it. Then, "So it'll be quite impossible for anyone to recognize you." "I don't mind being recognized, now," I said. "The old Joe is gone. Now I'm Joy to the world!" While I was smiling over my pun, Elaine simply said, "Someone might mind recognizing you, babydoll." Then she disappeared into the shower herself. She certainly did mean for me to be a mantrap! When she reappeared in my room fully dressed I was putting the final strokes onto the outfit she'd laid out for me. Silver chain necklaces lay across my upthrust breasts as they bulged out of my leather bustier, and instead of the white stockings that might have toned down my white leather outfit I was wearing black with silver-metallic glinting. Thigh boots as high-heeled as they were long! Talk about sluttish? Yet she was herself wearing a simple, elegantly tasteful little black dress of her own, the one with a high black satin collar. Attractive, but not especially sexy. I raised one of my arched, overplucked eyebrows. She ignored it. "That's my girl!" she said with a huge smile. "I knew that miniskirt would be perfect! Glove leather! Look how softly it drapes over your crotch, tucking into your pussy! Or it would if you had one. Which reminds me, are you well-gaffed?" "Yes," I said. "And I've douched too, the way I've done it for weeks now when I've expected that men might request certain favors. No need to ask. Why do you ask?" "Because tonight, lover, I want you free-swinging. Let your properties all hang out. Take off the gaff! Take off those french lace panties too. As I told you, I don't want you feeling inhibited in any way!" "This is a very short skirt," I said, doubtful of the proprieties. "I know!" Elaine replied. "I know! Trust me on this, lover! Oh, and pop this. Only a mild tranquillizer. Nothing to slow you down." I did. As we settled into the car, Elaine driving, she looked me over once again. I tugged my skirt down to cover the tip of my cock, which was just barely hinted at the edge of my hem. "Perfect!" she said, noticing. "I want you a little bit exposed! And those huge eyes go perfectly with your hair. You look like a woman without a care in the world or a thought in your head!" "Thank you," I said, genuinely pleased. "Wherever we're going tonight, honey, I hope you'll remind me to act like a lady in case I forget. I still don't know if Miss Caroline took me to a proper restaurant while I was there, and taught me how to behave,,or if she only told me that was what she was doing. "Oh, you'll know what to do tonight," she said. "Not all of the men who've been in your ass lately have been imaginary!" Which didn't exactly seem to answer what I had asked her. We pulled up to the main entrance of the nicest hotel in town, and when the valet parking attendants saw us they leaped to open our doors. Elaine gave hers a huge, beaming smile, so I did the same with mine, but in the special way I'd been taught. He'd been grinning at me in a welcoming sort of way, almost leering. I swept my eyes up his body from his knees to his forehead, pausing en route at his crotch. Then I looked him in the eyes and said, "Thank you, I always enjoy young men like you," and smiled as brilliantly as I could. His jaw dropped and his eyes rolled back, as if he were cumming in his pants. I swept on, my cock and artificial balls barely covered by my supple white leather skirt. I wondered if the globes of my ass were visible. When I glanced back to see who saw, the car valet was still standing there, staring at my rear, still holding the car door open. Elaine took due note. "Perfect!" she said with a wide smile, yet again. "You really did learn a few things, didn't you? I must remember that one!" "It' fun!" I agreed, sharing another giggly glance at my new girlfriend. I loved those moments. "But can we eat? I've had nothing all day, and I've been on that liquid diet for weeks!" "Just wait, sweetheart! You'll get your dinner." She was scanning the lobby. Some kind of convention was taking place, older balding men standing flat-footed in groups with younger, keen-looking men on their toes, chatting and eyeing each passing delegate's name tag. "Welcome Wholesale Druggists" said a banner over the registration desk. "Of course! The bar!" she said suddenly. Opening off the huge lobby's chromium glitz was a woodpaneled cocktail lounge designed to look like a British Pub. Already crowded. We approached it, Elaine looked in, then seized my arm and propelled me through and over to a booth just being vacated. "There!" she said. "Just in time. Those two guys in the lobby had gotten tired of trying to look up your skirt and had just decided to walk over and introduce themselves!" "I hadn't noticed," I said. "But isn't that why we're here?" "No," my wife said, seating herself at the booth while I did the same. "Look straight ahead of you there at those two men leaning toawrd each other. At the bar. That's why we're here." I looked. Two stocky, muscular, well-dressed men in easy, confident conversation, one with his back toward me gesturing as if selling something to the other man, who glanced at him now and then and nodded. "So?" I asked. "What's so special about them? "Steve was better built. And Brian too!" If there was a Brian, I thought to myself. A waiter came and took our drink orders. And almost immediately returned with them. With my tummy empty, one swallow and I got tipsy all at once. Elaine returned to the matter at hand. "Think, Joy! A wholesale druggist's convention! Pharmaceuticals!" Of course! My lips parted and my eyes opened wide! Now I really do look like a blonde bimbo, I thought. My eyes opened even wider! The man at the bar facing me grinned to himself and muttered something to the other man, who then half-turned to look at our reflections in the mirror over the bar. I looked at his. It was Tim all right! The same arrogant posture, leaning way back and declaring his opinions with broad gestures. To some fool listening to him. I looked at Elaine. She was watching me in triumph, eyes smouldering, delighted with my reaction to her little surprise! I was amused by her subterfuge. "Is that why we're here, Elaine? You want to meet up with Miss Rebecca's ex? Take him to bed, now that he's an ex? And I'm here to take his friend there off your hands? Is he expecting us?" "No, honey. He isn't expecting us. And he isn't an ex yet -- that's what they're still negotiating. And I don't mean to take him to bed, now or ever again. Not Tim, anyway." "What then?" I tried to sober up, but instead took another swallow from my glass. "Elaine, this is dangerous! I guess he can't tell who I am, and he's looking straight at me now, checking me out. I guess I do look different! Especially with this wig!" Despite my surprise and tension I smiled at that realization. His companion of many late night beer and boasting sessions, while our wives were getting it on together upstairs, no way resembled the doll-faced blonde he was looking at in the mirror. He thought my smile was for him and he smiled back at my reflection. My God! I turned to face Elaine. She still looked like a cat with a canary in its mouth. "He'll kill you when he recognizes you, Elaine!," I said, alarmed. "He'll be furious! You're the woman who alienated his wife's affection, remember? The co-respondent in a mean-tempered divorce? Let's get out of here!!" I started to rise. "Stay where you are!" Tense, hard, ruthless! I was shocked! I had never heard Elaine use such a tone of voice. Not with me! She sipped from her own drink. Then she continued more quietly, "No, I dont think he wants to kill me. We've gotten on pretty well since he caught us. We have our arrangements!" I persisted. I was so anxious I had to stop and deliberately call back my feminine voice -- I'd lost it a moment ago! "Elaine, Tim never struck me as a good sport! He's hates to lose! Please, let's leave." "Joy, listen to me." "What?!" "Tim's being here is why we're here!" "What?" "It's payback time. Just listen, they'll be here in another minute or two I'm sure. You wanted to stay with me. To do that you needed to become a woman. Miss Caroline accomplished that miracle, and very satisfactorily too. Her services don't come cheap. Obliging studs like Steve and Duncan are top drawer, expensive to keep on call. But worth it, didn't you think?" I smiled despite myself. The feel of those heavy cocks and the taste of all that cum returned to my memory and my mouth. A faint pungency in the nose. Yum. Inadvertently my hips wriggled against the back of the booth. I recalled that Steve once took me in my ass and brought me off twice without cumming at all. He'd fucked my brains out so throughly I couldn't see straight when we were done, so I had to feel my way along the walls as I staggered to bed, my rear end dripping. "And Flora may be a registered nurse devoted to serving mankind, and she is just that, but she's also a high priced call girl. And she's served you well in both capacities. Hasn't she?" "Yes," I had to agree. "She taught me a lot about pleasing men. And women!" "Well, Joy, it's Rebecca who paid your tuition and board at Miss Caroline's! And your medical bills. And provided generous tips for everyone when we left there this morning. Because they did such a fine job with you." This was baffling. Rebecca wanted me to succeed, to be successfully feminized? She'd hoped I'd fail! To be rid of me! "The boys did a fine job with you too, I noticed!" I said a little cattily. I wasn't jealous. I liked knowing that my wife enjoyed herself with other men! I was merely pointing out that the tuition payments weren't all for my education. Byt my mind was still whirling! Why would Rebecca do that, pay for me to become the woman of my wife's dreams? Spite? Revenge? As a gift from her to my wife? "Yes, those boys gave me the best fucks I've ever had! You know that, Joy, you saw! They're tremendous lovers! My regular boyfriends are nowhere near as dedicated. But remember, they didn't fuck me for just me. Even then they were fucking me for you!" "For me!" "Poor Joy, you're addled! Yes, to rid you of all your male exclusive proprietary feelings about me. To rid you of jealousy! And it worked! I can fuck anyone now, and you don't mind, isn't that true?" "Of course I don't mind, Elaine! I love it! I'm happy for you! You're your own woman. I'm mine." "Did you feel like that before you saw me getting it on every morning? Before you also became promiscuous, a girl who also loves cock?" "No, of course not. Before Miss Caroline's, the thought of you with Rebecca roiled my stomach. And when you told me about Gary, and Michael, and your other partners, I felt depleted. Less than a man!" "But now you're not a man. You're a woman like me!" "Yes." I had to admit the truth of that. I'd seen Elaine in sublime sexual throes so often, and she'd seen me the same way, all we could possibly do was wish each other joy with each other's men. "Those studs liberated us, sweetheart. To become close friends, the dearest of girlfriends. No longer a husband and a wife but a loving couple. And I do love you Joy, with all my heart." I was moved by that. "Me too" I cried in my high pitched voice, near tears. I reached over and took Elaine's hand and squeezed it. We were two women offering each other affectionate consolation and the deepest of heartfelt love. After a moment Elaine swallowed, and then in a husky voice returned to her revelation. "Well, Rebecca paid for Miss Caroline's services for both of us. To rid me of what you were, and to give you back to me as what you are. For herself too, honey!" "To give me back to you? I wanted her gone! Away! And that's the way she wanted me! How for herself?" "I'll explain later. Can you trust me now?" She was near tears. So was I, seeing how close she was. "Yes, of course, darling, with all my heart," I said. "Joy, we owe her. She made it possible for us to remain together. There was no other way. And now it's possible for us to repay her. There's this one last thing you need to do, and then we're together for the rest of our lives. As man and wife, as lesbian lovers, as girlfriends together on the town, whatever we wish. It's nothing you haven't done before. You've now done it often, easily, and with enormous pleasure. But it might hurt your pride this time, because this time it's a little different." "What is? How do we repay her?" "We're here to pick up Tim so you can have sex with him! You'll take him to bed. You'll blow him, and let him fuck you! Ass or tits or both!" I felt chilled. I hated that man! "But you won't reveal who you are to him. Or that you still have male genitals! You'll keep them exposed, but he won't see them till the last possible moment!" My stomach turned over. I was silent. "That's what you'll do, Joy,!" Her voice was level. She smiled at me, but her words came out like chipped ice. "Do it, and we'll all live happily ever after. Don't do it, and listen! I'll leave you right now. You have no money. And I've changed the locks at home, and there's no key under the mat. Before morning you'll be turning tricks on skid row for hotel money and your first square meal in a month! You must be starved now! Eat Tim! Does that make your decision easier?" Did she mean it? "I can't," I said. "When he sees what I am he'll kill me!" She reached into her purse and handed me what looked like a large, flesh-colored sanitary napkin covered with adhesive. "No. Trust me on that. Here. Paste this onto your crotch. It'll hide your cock and balls for the first unveiling. Take it off as soon as possible, but when he won't notice." She paused, and in a mocking voice added, "Not that there's anything much there, Joy! A teeny clit and fake balls. Girly testicles! My big girly man! You're a woman now! Well, be a woman, Joey! Seduce him!" "Elaine!" I cried in an oddly bimbo-like squeak. "He'll know!" She turned up her eyes disbelievingly, disgusted by such an excuse. I plowed on. "But even if he doesn't recognize me, he's an arrogant bastard. I hate to speak for Rebecca, but it's true, she's well rid of him! Why use me just to get even with him? Why demean me?" "Joy, he's taking her for everything! In the divorce settlement, he's demanded everything from her but the clothes on her back! Because of me. Because the woman you love loves her too! He's threatened to name me in court as her partner in adultery. That's blackmail in a way, but it works! If he does that it'll destroy my credibility with every respectable firm in town. Yours too, you know. Maybe our marriage along with it. Who'd hire you, a laughingstock, a man who suddenly thinks he's a woman and is married to a dyke, and shares her with another dyke in her own home and claims she knows nothing about it? Think of the ridicule! What does that make you?" It makes me pretty much what I am, I thought. But the world would think me some kind of idiotic pervert. And here was an argument I ghad to weigh seriously. Rebecca had yielded to Tim's vindictive demands partly to protect her old girlfriend and her old girlfriend's husband. "I see," I said. "Rebecca gave in to him for us! Do this thing, Joy! He'll be here in a moment. Put this room key in your purse. Paste that napkin on now. When he recognizes me and comes over, take him upstairs and fuck his brains out. Let him think you're a woman for as long as you can. That's what you are now, aren't you? Then reveal what you were! Show him your dick and your bag of balls! Humiliate him! The room's all arranged, it's all paid for. There'll be no questions. Have sex with him. Leave a light on by the bed, it'll seem more romantic." "How does that punish him?" I asked. "How does she get even?" "The room is bugged. There are microphones and cameras and video cameras everwhere. Everything you do will be recorded. The pictures will show Tim having sex with a man. A shemale, but still, a man with a cock and balls. That's why we wanted you to keep your balls, for something like this. Or a semblance of your balls. I'll turn the tapes and pictures over to Rebecca, and then if he claims in court that she slept with me, she can show that he slept with you! That should level the playing field for any final settlement! Believe me, he isn't man enough to take what his buddies would dish out, once they saw him fuck a queer!" I was morose, silent. Where had I heard about level playing fields before? All this was reminding me of my former life, when I still thought I was a man. Now I had to play a queer man! Elaine waited no longer. She wriggled part-way out of the booth and turned her head toward Tim and his friend. Tim was still looking me over in the mirror over the bar, an unattached blonde bimbo. But now, startled, he turned and looked directly at Elaine. Instant recognition! Elaine smiled and waved a hand at him, then slid back into the booth and turned back to me. Her voice grew harder. "Joy. This is what it's all about. This is what Becky and I have had in mind for you ever since you offered to move in with us. Prove your loyalty, make us glad we agreed to take you in. We want you to humiliate Tim beyond recovery by having sex with him. You're a trained and experienced cock sucker. Go get your picture taken sucking his cock and getting your ass fucked. You owe Rebecca! Then she'll have gotten her money's worth from Miss Caroline's. Maybe more than her money's worth, if he's really embarrassed. That's not for either of us to say. Do it and I won't feel I owe her. And you won't need to feel you owe her either, even though as far as we're concerned, Miss Caroline is the only reason we're still together. It's Tim or the streets for you now, lover!" I stared at her. I saw no way out. I made up my mind. "What if he's a lousy fuck?" I asked her. She laughed and relaxed. I'd agreed! "You'll love it, sweetie," she said. "He's a big boy. Wait and see!" I was about to ask her how she knew when a waiter suddenly appeared with two more drinks for us. Behind him carrying their own drinks, looking eager and smug, were Tim and the other man. Why not? They thought they'd secured some great cunt for the night! Tim has for sure, I thought to myself as I pressed the pink napkin onto my mound. My clit and dangling implants disappeared under it. "Ellie!" Tim said in his hearty, polite, deal-closing salesman's voice. "I was sure it was you! Imagine my surprise! It's been a while! May we join you?" He slid his bulk in alongside my wife without awaiting an answer. I looked up and smiled hesitantly at him, then at the other man, and then slid over. Now I was trapped in the booth. "This great guy here is Cal! No last names, he's married!" Tim winked at me. "Are you, Miss? Or as they say, maybe you're between engagements?" He chuckled. "I'm Tim! I've known your friend here for ages! She and my almost-ex-wife were roommates in college." "I'm Joy, honey," I said, reaching across the table to take his hand, and then trailing my nails on his palm as I let go. "What a big hand you have, Tim!" "Joy," he repeated, distracted but attempting even so to look intensely into my eyes, as if instantly smitten. Corny? I looked away with a faint smile. Let him come on to me a while longer! "Hello, Cal," I added, turning my head and offering him my hand also. Tim put his arm around Elaine's shoulders. "Cal, this here is a wonderful woman! Truly awesome. She lives here in town. My wife and I used to stay at her house, they knew each other in school. Well, a year or so ago I leaned on her a little and persuaded her, and this little lady opened her legs to me like Santa opening a bag of toys. Then there was no stopping either of us. I'd crawl out of her crotch whenever her husband came home of course, but not always even then. My wife knew, but what could she do? Her husband never caught on, can you imagine? Nice enough guy, we'd sit and talk when the women went upstairs and did their beauty things. Then I'd yawn and go to bed, and he'd go to bed, and in a little while Ellie here would come to my bed, if she wasn't already there waiting when I arrived! This is one hot woman! When I wasn't available, would you believe it, she gets it on with my wife? My wife is up for anything, same as me!" Despite myself I began to steam. I liked the fact that my wife was passionate. I didn't really feel jealous that Tim too had fucked her. That was a kind of compliment, praise from one more former lover. No, one more sex partner. I was Elaine's girlfriend, not her husband, and I knew I should feel glad for her. But back then we were married. I was a man then. We were supposed to be faithful. This was a triple betrayal -- Tim fucking my own wife, under my own roof, and now boasting about it to a stranger! Well, we'd see! One thing puzzled me. If he and Ellie were fucking each other, why was he so ticked off when he found out that Rebecca and Ellie were fucking each other? How could he think he the aggrieved party? I couldn't think that one through though. I suppose because he's an egotistical bastard, I decided. Elaine looked at me with a certain penetrating grimness, a faint smile on the edges of her mouth. She knew just how I was taking this new revelation! Tim was now added to the list with Gary and Michael and who knows how many others? "You still married to that wimp, Elaine baby? Did that dick of his ever get stiff enough to reach into you? Or long enough? Did you ever train him to suck your real men's cum out of your pussy, the way you said you would?" She seemed to speak reluctantly. She'd mocked me when they were together? "Yes," she said slowly. "He's done that. But no, Tim. He's even smaller now. I haven't seen him for a while. We're separated." "You don't say! Then maybe you and I...." "Who is this man, Ellie?" I broke in. If anyone was going to screw Tim tonight, it was going to be me! Screw him for good! I wanted to set him up and trap him the worst way! "He talks good sex! Is he all talk?" "There's only one way to find out, Joy," Elaine responded. "Are you interested?" Her eyes lit up mischievously, as if she were daring me to enjoy myself. Tim looked me over a little more closely, and his eyes opened slightly. He could see "slut" written all over me. I gave him my bold, challenging look. "Well, Tim," I asked him. "Are you all talk?" I nudged Cal to let me by. A gentleman, he stood up instantly and I slid past him, then stood up myself. My teeny white leather skirt clung to my thighs like satin, twisted across my crotch, but I didn't want to break concentration to adjust it. I kept staring into Tim's eyes, challenging him, while he looked me up and down. My thigh-high boots hinted at more thigh and then a damp private place where the boots ended. My silver neckace lay almost flat on the shelf of my upthrust boobs, some of it partly fallen into the canyon between them. "Well?" I asked him again. He looked almost overwhelmed as he stood up, still staring at the white globes visible above my white bustier. If only I were actually carrying a white leather whip as part of my outfit! "Well, come on then," I said, and finally broke off eye contact. I turned to Elaine. "I think you and Cal can find things to say to each other," I told her. "Maybe things to do to each other, too! See you when I see you!" "I'll leave an envelope at the front desk," Ellie managed to say before I turned on my white high heels and walked toward the pub's exit, the hotel lobby, and the elevators, Tim following me like an school boy. She knew I didn't even have money for a taxi. When I looked back, she had an enormous grin on her face. Pure triumph! Her Rebecca would be avenged, and Tim's vindictiveness neutralized. But there was something else there too! ix. In fact, Tim wasn't bad at all! His cock wasn't terribly long, but it was enormously thick, and curved like a crescent moon. When we got to the room I checked for cameras and sure enough, there was one in each corner of the room looking like a misplaced smoke detector, its light winking, and one in the central chandelier aimed at a huge, overstuffed easy chair. So I played seductress. I had him stand while I sat perched on the edge of the easy chair. Then I slowly undid his belt buckle and lowered his pants, then his boxer shorts, leaving them both draped on his ankles so he'd be forced to shuffle around the room like a chain gang prisoner. He looked ridiculous standing there, shirt-tails barely covering his fully erect fat dick and hairy ass. "Leave those pants there, baby. And leave your shoes on. You'd really regret meeting the guy who thinks this is his room, if he should show up. We'll hope not!" He nodded, and looked back over his shoulder for a chair to sit in while I knelt down between his legs to do homage to his cock. I had other ideas. "No, just stand there, Tim," I said. "A man stands in the presence of a lady. Your prick already knows that -- you should listen to what it's telling you. Now shuffle over here and present it to me while I sit here." end 10/13  VickieTern@AOL.COM -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+