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Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 17/17  TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc

This is a tale about a married couple who try to meet each 
other's needs, and also their own.  What they think are each 
other's needs, that is.  What they think are their own.

It includes explicit sex scenes.  Married sex, mostly, gentle, 
loving, and appreciative, mostly.  If by reason of age, 
temperament, or moral principle you shouldn't or don't want 
to read about such things, think hard what to do about it, 
and you'll figure it out I'm sure.


                  Scenes from a Marriage
                      by Vickie Tern
                 
                    (vickietern@aol.com)   


                            17.

Six months later it was summer again.  Carol was back at work,
more in demand than ever by various committees, task forces, and
work groups.  They all seemed to accomplish more whenever she was
there -- she had a knack for quietly taking charge without any of
them quite aware of it.  When someone turned recalcitrant, refused
to compromise, the others noticed that after she'd conferred with
him privately he was always much more willing to see things her
way.  She found that very satisfying, and the company found it
profitable.  They promoted her repeatedly, and she grew more and
more accustomed to being in charge of things.  She claimed she
always knew what other people wanted regardless of what they
thought they wanted.  They never contradicted her any more.

Coral also found herself successful professionally.  She had to
turn away lots of consulting -- doubling her fees weeded out almost
none of her steady clients.  So eventually she selected for herself
only the most interesting of problems, or else the kind that came only
from interesting young corporate executives willing to explain 
themselves after hours. 

They lived together, but they each lived their own lives.  Given
their new prosperity, they added a wing to their house, building
out into their back garden with two additional bedrooms on the
second floor, one for each of them when they needed privacy from 
each other (the neighbors speculated about that).  There was a
grand kitchen on the ground floor where either or both of them
could prepare dinners for the large numbers of people who flowed
into and out of their house at all hours.  Though mostly they
ordered in catered dinners.  Who had time to cook?

Under their new wing there was -- the neighbors thought Carol 
was joking -- "a dungeon."  It was under the kitchen and a new
bathroom, and some waste pipes led directly into it from above.
It had in it as well a large cage a plumber made for them
out of steel bars, a thank you present for Maddy's use mainly,
for all she'd done for the two of them.  But Carol used it too. 
They often took men there and sometimes left them there for days. 
Strange sounds came from below sometimes.  Coral never went down to
look, and soon paid no attention. 

They dated together, but they often dated separately and came 
home at different hours, with or without the same men they'd left 
with.  Carol often, Coral now and then.  But each morning they 
re-joined and breakfasted together as close friends, and each 
morning as Carol left for the day they could be seen giving each 
other quick kisses goodbye.  

Some neighboring wives remembered that Coral had once been Carl, 
Carol's husband.  But newer neighbors and all of the women at
FormFit found that incredible -- the similar names were confusing,
that was all.  Coral was by far too wasp-waisted ever to have been 
a man, they'd point out.  And her fabulous breasts?  That rear end?  
Haven't you noticed?  You'd better, because your husband surely has!  

Some had, and at very close range too.  Because she could, 
Coral took advantage of a few of them before she decided that 
partners for the recreational fucking Carol always urged on
her should be drawn from further away.  She loved sex, but she
wasn't that eager to get laid.  Carol found suitable partners for her
sometimes and encouraged her to find more for herself, so she did,
often enough.  It was better than sitting alone at home.  And there
was no way to argue it, a good fuck was a good fuck, way better
than no fucking at all now that Mr. Dildo had been retired to
Coral's panty drawer.

One afternoon Coral was lounging with the other of Callista's 
groupies by Sondra's swimming pool.  They were their own swimsuit 
issue, Coral mused.  Callista was there.  She'd been a regional 
champion racing swimmer, and still preferred tank suits in tight 
Speedo satin finishes -- her body was so lean and taut that each 
muscle, each nipple looked carved and polished in marble.  Bea with 
her generous bosom and hips wore a one-piece large-flowered print 
with a draped waist.  Sondra wore scarcely anything -- a thong that
fully exposed her alluring, fully-ripened rear, and two triangular 
patches above that suspended her tits from threads.   Coral was 
wearing the very crimson charmeuse print bikini Carl had lusted after 
and masturbated over, how long ago, was it more than a year?  They 
were all by this time several gin and tonics down and several sheets 
to the wind, which blew their conversation at random.

"Coral, remember your very first day at FormFit?" Bea asked,
looking about for more sun screen to apply to her body -- somehow
bottles emptied themselves when she spread it all over her.  "You
were such a string bean!  I so envied you!  I remember I got my
hair styled like yours around then, short, but it didn't work out. 
I see you're letting yours grow out now too."  

Coral smiled reassuringly at Bea.  "I remember that day well,
honey.  That was also the first time we went shopping together. 
I'm so grateful to you for encouraging me to get those girly frilly
things you favored back then.  I still love them.  I was such a
tomboy back then!  Practically a man!"

Bea nodded.  "I wanted you to get your permanent make-up back 
then too, but the thought terrified you.  Remember?  Yet here 
you are looking gorgeous day and night these days, eyeing everyone 
so sophisticatedly all the time, so knowingly, because that's
what your eye liner and eye shadow tells everyone you're doing. 
You got yours just about the time your house-mate Carol got
hers, didn't you?"

Coral stretched, her eyes closed to the sun, and nodded.  Her whole
body had finally filled in, smooth, audaciously curved everywhere,
and her magnificent globes were beautifully proportioned both front 
and rear. "Mmmmhmmm" she said.  

Not long before, commemorating her marriage to Carl six years earlier, 
Carol had finally confessed that she'd accelerated Coral's release 
from captivity by giving Carl female hormones and tranquillizers 
beginning that very first night before his very first session at 
FormFit.  "They made Carl impotent, but you had to have them," 
she said.  "Or you'd never have escaped!  Was I so wrong?" 

There was nothing Coral could say now.  They adjusted Coral's 
hormone intake down to a sustaining dose.  But her breasts had
nevertheless grown heavier.  She'd become a large D, in some bra
styles a DD, and on her slim frame those breasts were awesome!  
She really could stop traffic as she clicked her high heeled 
way through mall parking lots wearing a tight top and skirt, and 
sometimes it amused her to wear her whorish slut gear down town when
she went window shopping, to attract crowds.  No danger any of her
old associates would recognize her!

But now her red Bikini was no longer comfortable.  She'd bought it 
soon after her transformative night with Sergei, for a jaunt 
she and Carol had taken to a resort hotel soon afterward.  They'd
gone looking for men and had found them.  But between then and now 
her breasts had outgrown it.  The top was far too tight.  She 
untied her straps and stretched again.  The sun was warm on her skin!   

Bea was still speaking.  "You know what I can't get over that's
changed the most about you?"

"What?"  Coral still pretended to be relaxed, casual, but now she
went on the alert.  

She knew what had changed the most about her. A few months ago 
she'd gone to a clinic and finally gotten rid of those useless 
flaps of flesh on her crotch, once and for all, and had 
gotten herself altogether re-equipped.  Now she could wear the
tightest of bikinis or one-piece hi-cut swimsuits, the kind that
show a girl's labia lined up like an honor guard on either side of
her cleft if she spreads her legs just a little.  She found that 
Carl had been wrong, girls don't have "nothing" down below as 
he'd once thought.  Their pussy mounds cover a whole magical 
universe down there, clitorises hovering over the mouths of 
deep pits, guarding glorious cunts!  Coral's clit now sent 
shocks through her body like a miniature spark plug whenever 
anyone touched it, and now her slit was framed with lips
that were always pursed and ready for kissing or penetrating by any
man she found worthy.  

And she found enough of them.  She no longer envied Carol her chain
orgasms -- she'd had a few herself.  A gentle, understanding man
with a stiff prick and staying power was fine, all she wanted. 
She now knew several men able and fit to service her
on short notice in her new pussy or her accustomed ass or both. 
Men who could if she chose stretch and pound her to exhaustion. 
She'd call them now and then.  She was a woman now, she'd tell
herself.  It was appropriate.

"What I can't get over is the change in your figure," Bea
continued.  "I mean, you were flat-chested when we first met.  I
mean, you weren't wearing a bra that first day and you really
didn't need one either!  And now, just look at you!  And that
disappearing tush you once had?  And now?  Well, my goodness,
Coral!  What's your secret?"

"Bea honey, you do remember don't you that I was still recovering
from a long bout with pneumonia?  That I was way underweight?"

"Of course!  Not that you've gained a lot since then, except where
women do tend to gain weight.  But that's my point!  How did you do
it?"

Coral sighed.  "I guess we'll just have to call it a late
adolescence.  It seems I went in practically no time from not 
even a girl to a full-blown woman.  But if you're asking, do I
have implants or anything artificial like that anywhere, the answer
except for my fingernails is no, I'm all me!  Women's hormones and
one woman's determination made me everything I am."

"I get the impression you get your pick of available men these
days," another of the girls commented, not too kindly, but amused.  

"I guess," Coral replied. "Enough.  Carol wants more and gets 
more.  To each her own."  

Her friends sensed a sadness in Coral's voice, and for a moment there
was silence.  The sun was lowering and the shadows growing longer. 
The other girls reluctantly rose.  Time to return home and prepare
for the return of children and spouses.  

Coral was in no hurry.  She stretched and settled back again. Let's
see, she thought.  It's Jason tonight.  Jason won't be picking me 
up until nearly nine, barely time for a late dinner and a quickie.
Carol isn't due home until midnight -- she's finally gotten that cute
out-of-town buyer she'd been seeing under her thumb.  He's finally
agreed to submit to whatever her needs whenever he's in town. 

Carol had been exuberant when she told Coral about it before 
leaving for work.  "He's my bottom now, and his bottom is
mine!  I mean to find out tonight just how far down he's willing to
go, then push him just a little bit further with my foot!  Next
time maybe I'll cage him and get Sergei to fuck him!  That'll be
a surprise!  He thinks if he submits to me it'll be me who fucks
him!"  

Coral had only nodded.  She no longer wanted to know what Carol 
did with men who submitted to her.  Since Carl had disappeared 
and Coral had replaced him, Carol had been dominating other men 
with increasing zeal.  Had she always nursed hostile feelings toward 
his former sex, but suppressed them?  Did she now resent her 
over-dependence on all those hunks she'd once gone with?  
Did she now regret her years of marriage, years of honoring 
her dear beloved hubby's inadequate manhood?  Did she 
resent it, that she'd repressed powerful sexual appetites he could
never hope to satisfy?  Whatever, those appetites now prowled the
male population like a starved wolf!  She'd seen to it that there
was now one less male on earth, that was certain.  And Carol was
obviously delighted that she'd brought it about.  

Reminiscing one evening, Coral had told her once again that as
Carl he'd never really wanted to look like, live as, or become a
woman, that he'd liked being a man, that he'd really done it step
by step only because of her, that he'd been trapped into it by
circumstances and also by love.  Not that he minded, now.  Not that
she should regret her misreading of him.  But it was a fact!

Carol just shook her head disbelievingly and changed the subject. 
Coral had her odd notions.  She was a woman, plainly, always had
been, and Carol still felt toward Coral everything she'd once felt 
for Carl, the man Coral had imagined herself when they first got 
married.  Coral was the same gentle, generous, considerate, and loving
person she'd been when she thought she was Carl!  Real men were never
those things."

With real men she could be ruthless.  She used them to
satisfy her whims and desires, which were intense, and she was
grateful to them for that, but then she tossed them away.  "You use
men the same way, baby," she'd told Coral when Coral chided her for
it.  And that was true too.  Coral wondered if it was because 
she still preferred the company of women.  She always preferred 
being with women.  That was why in the end she'd consented to
become one, given up her last phallic advantage as a male.  Her
relationships with men were physically satisfying, there was no
denying that.  But they were shallow.  She preferred the warm 
sympathy, the understanding provided by her girl friends.  She 
liked the ways women moved, talked, and felt.  Men just weren't
that appealing, though they did have their uses.

Coral sighed deeply on her poolside lounger, her eyes still closed.  
She really didn't want to go home and dress and douche and primp 
just so Jason could take her to dinner, then into his powerful arms, 
and then empty himself into her.

The sun slanted steeply.  It was dusk.  Now only Sondra remained at
pool side.  "Coral honey," she said. "I once asked you if you'd
ever taken a man in at your back door.  Remember?  I told you my
husband wouldn't mind if he found out about me.  Or if he did I didn't 
think he'd have a right to mind.  You told me your spouse wouldn't 
approve.  Then I found out that you don't have a husband, that you've 
always lived with Carol, bless her dear heart.  And that both of you see 
lots and lots of men.  Do you mind my asking a very personal question 
now?  Don't answer if you don't want to, please!  But please don't be
offended, either."

Coral lay peaceably in the last sunlight, her large breasts
resting on her chest, her untied Bikini top lying loose across 
them.  She'd have to move on soon, but this was so restful!  
Her eyes were still closed.  She stretched luxuriously, and her 
top slipped off altogether.  Now those huge globes tipped with 
thick pink nipples were fully exposed.  But it didn't matter, 
there were only the two of them.  Two women.   

"If you mean, has a man been into my behind since you last asked
me, the answer is, yes.  Many.  Since my rear end finally rounded
out to look like yours, many have asked, and quite a few have been
chosen.  More than have been in my pussy, if you must know."  

Coral's pussy had been medically cleared for penises only a month 
ago.  She'd been trying to make up for lost time with it, now 
that she could date straight men without forever claiming she 
was having her period and only her ass was open for business.  
Otherwise she'd had to date gay men like Sergei, who knew her 
history and didn't mind screwing a femme man, which is what he 
still thought her.  But now it was a rare man who didn't 
want her both ways during any one evening, and since she loved 
it both ways it was a rare man who didn't get his wish.  So her 
cunt hadn't caught up.

"How fascinating, Coral!" Sondra said.  "Lots of guys butting in
now?  We must compare notes!  But that's not my question."

"Oh?"  Coral opened her eyes.  To her surprise, Sondra was 
sitting in a deck chair right next to her, only a foot away,
leaning over her and gazing earnestly at her face.  Obviously 
she'd moved up close in order to hear intimate revelations.  
Coral didn't want to sit up to move Sondra back -- her breasts 
were heavy, and they strained her back when they were unsupported, 
like now.  So she just lay there, quite still,  with Sondra's head 
only inches above her naked boobs. 

"You and Carol, you live together, don't you.  Oh, this is so
embarrassing!  I'll be blunt.  Is she your 'spouse'?  Are
you lovers?"

Coral was amused.  For all her flippancy about sex, Sondra sounded
naive.

"Yes, Sondra.  Carol and I have been lovers since college.  She had
a spouse once, but he went away when I came on the scene.  She sent
him away, in fact.  She's my spouse I guess."

Carol saw that Sondra's cheeks were flushed.  Was she blushing? 
No, she was also breathing deeply.  Why was she so excited?       
         
"Have you ever been unfaithful to her?"

"Well, of course I am, honey!  All the time.  The same way she is with
me!  With men!  That's how she likes it, and I can't say I object
strenuously."  Coral smiled.  Object?  The thought of some
man's thick tube thrust into Carol's vagina was always enough 
to induce a voluptuous wriggle in her hips.  Sondra glanced down 
at Coral's crotch, then back up again.  Her gaze was remarkably 
steady.  She wasn't naive.  She was leading this conversation 
somewhere.

"No, that's not what I mean.  I hear talk in the neighborhood 
about a Carl who was once married to Carol but went away.  
A man who looked like you when you were still a girl I guess, 
before your hormones came in.  What I mean to ask is, have 
you ever been unfaithful to her the way she's been unfaithful 
to you?  With a member of the opposite sex, I mean?  With a woman?"

Coral was silent for a moment.  "No."  

She knows, she was thinking.   Who Carl is.  Who I was.  Then she
suddenly saw where this was leading.  "Not until now!" she added.

Now it was Sondra's turn to be silent.

"You've never been with another woman," Coral said quietly.  It
wasn't a question.  "The way I've been with Carol.  You only like 
men.  All kinds of men.  But even so you're curious about women, 
how they make love with each other, what's it like."

"Yes!" Sondra replied.  Her voice sounded ragged, she was
breathing so hard now. "What's it like?  What do women do?"

"Will your husband be home soon?"

"He's out of town, Coral," Sondra said.  Her voice had gotten
smaller, abut her flushed cheeks were now fiery. 

"Kiss me, then!  Lick them!  Suck on them!"  

Sondra let loose a long, deep powerful sigh, as if a dam
had just burst.  Without a moment's hesitation she bent forward and
touched her lips to one of Coral's nipples.  Both grew hard, rigid! 
Then she pursed her mouth on it and sucked, and she enclosed 
the other teat between a thumb and forefinger and began
to roll them together.  Coral's new genitals warmed and clenched,
then unclenched.  Then Sondra lunged at Coral and filled her
mouth with a breast, her tongue working furiously.  Coral
felt each lick as a distinct spasm in her vagina, a tightening in
her anus, a concentrated joy!  More!  She enclosed Sondra's head in
her arms.  My baby!  she thought.  My darling baby!  Oh, God!  Oh
God!  Ooooh!  So soon?  Sondra's tongue had brought her to an 
orgasmic pitch and then tumbled her over the edge!  Coral almost 
fainted from the power of it!  

Recovering, she heard Sondra say "Come upstairs now, lover man!  
I want to make love to your pussy!  Your sweet new pussy!  I want 
you to lick mine!  I want us to do everything to each other you 
ever did to Carol!  I want it all!"

All?  When Carol came home from a date these days, she assumed that
Coral wanted to lick out all the residual cum she'd brought home with 
her.  Coral still has that residual Carl down inside her, she'd tell 
herself, and Carl needs to be humiliated, kept in his place, kept
reminded that he's only the cumsucker of my other men, that 
Coral is free of him!  

The Carl in Coral always did lick her out, dutifully.
Sperm was sperm, whether from her own men's cocks or from Carol's cunt.

But the oral sex wasn't at all the same as earlier in their marriage. 
Carl had loved living for hours in Carol's crotch when it was his
alone, his miraculous possession, her intimate center.  Now it was
no longer exclusively his, private until death do us part, her gift
to him.  It belonged to most of the men in town who could claim and
demonstrate a redoubtable cock.  

And Carol never returned the favor when Coral came home with 
some guy's sperm inside her pussy.  Even when she was 
sore, and Carol's tongue might have soothed her.  "I've 
had enough already tonight," Carol would say.  "I've swallowed 
more than I want from the man I was with tonight.  Lick me, 
and then lets sleep!"  It was not an equal partnership.
     
But Sondra wanted it all!  To make love to a man she could enjoy 
as a woman!  Make love to a woman without being a lesbian!  Men 
turned her on, and Carl was a man!  This was her one big 
opportunity!

Coral stood up, her bikini top now left forgotten on the deck
lounge, her naked breasts thrust forward as proudly as a
Maenad's.  A gorgeous woman!  Sondra stood too.  They embraced!  
Here is a place to begin again!  Coral was thinking.  As a woman, 
I enjoy men.  As a woman, I love being with other women, the way 
I always did.  But as a man, as Carl, I love being with women too!  
More, I want to bury my face in this woman's gorgeous cunt, her 
unbearably beautiful, ripe rear, between those sweet, perky breasts,
I want to bathe myself in this woman's femininity, roll myself in 
her juices, drown myself in her and make her scream for joy!  That's
what I want!  That's what I've always wanted with any woman!  And 
by some miracle she wants to do that to me too!

Coral told Sondra these things as hand in hand they went into her 
house and barefoot up the stairs.  "Yes," she replied.  "That's how I
want it!  That's how I feel!  I've never been with a woman!  I've
never been with a woman like you, Carl, a woman who can desire
another woman with a man's passion!  A woman I can talk to any time
about all the things dearest to both our hearts, any woman's heart! 
About clothes, neighborhood gossip, other women!  About the men we 
sleep with and those we don't!  And yet all the time you're that 
marvelous thing, a man!  How lucky can a girl get?"

She wanted him the way he was!  The way he'd always been!  Now it
was Carl's heart that was beating with ferocious joy as they lay
down together naked on Sondra's marital bed!  She will remain true
to her husband in her fashion, Carl was thinking, because she's not
being false with any man.  I will recommission Mr. Dildo and fuck
this woman senseless, front and rear, and lick her pussy until it's
bald and she can't shriek any more!  And she'll do that to me!  
We'll do everything!

Carl was beside himself with joy!  

He'd been rethinking his marriage lately, the circumstances that
had transformed him in only a year.  Carol still thought she'd done 
everything to him out of love, pure, selfless love.  Maybe she
had.  Certainly she'd persuaded herself it was all for love.  But
there was another way to see it too, and it was difficult to ignore. 
All through their marriage Carol had missed promiscuous fucking with
hunky men, and craved it.  She'd often fantasied it while making love
to Carl, she'd confided that to her dearest girlfriend one evening.  Now 
she had all the male musculature she could manage, and with her former
husband's full consent.  And her husband had it too, so she felt
no regret, no remorse, no guilt.  There was no cheating!  

Carl saw it another way too.  She'd wanted to get well-laid by
men so badly that she couldn't imagine her husband didn't!  So
she'd persuaded him that he wanted it, so insistently that
she'd overwhelmed him, and now he really did want it!  Not the way
she wanted it of course, though sex with a well-hung man could be
very nice indeed!

Such was the transforming power of love!  She'd persuaded Carl he
was Coral, and Coral had gone along with her.  But Coral had remained 
Carl the whole time!  And Sondra knew that.  She even loved him for it,
while when Carol sensed it she humiliated him for it. 

Now, as Carl gently opened his thighs to Sondra's head and she
opened hers to his, as they embraced each other's gorgeously
rounded rear ends and felt delicately with manicured forefingers
for the anal openings they would each soon penetrate with their
gifts of tongues, as they each took their first licks of each
other's delicious slits, each other's sweet, soft pussies, tasted
each other's slow-seeping pussy liquor, Carl realized something
else too.  I'm not doing what Carol wanted for me, he thought. Not 
at all!  She wanted me to be a woman and then do what she does.  
Instead I'm a man doing what she does, making love to a devilishly 
provocative member of the opposite sex.  And I love it!  I love it!
I've always wanted to be among girls and make love to girls,
and share with them everything they care about!  And now, that's
what I am and that's I do!  Carol planned well, and got what she
planned, but not what she expected. 

Will she be happy to find out?  No matter!  If Carol doesn't 
like my doing what she does, she can complain to her friend 
Maddy that men always betray women with other women, and 
then take it out on one of those men in her dungeon.

He turned his full attention to the woman in his arms.  As Sondra 
tensed tight in every muscle of her body, spasmed, and then shrieked 
out her first towering orgasm of many to come, Carl wondered 
what interesting ideas the two of them together might plant in
Sondra's husband's head.  What they could make him believe about 
himself.  That he was now a cuckold?  Was he?  That he was an 
innocent asshole because Sondra's was a guilty asshole?   That 
he should try to get even with Sondra for all the buttfucking 
she'd done by taking it up the ass himself? 

First, Carl decided, and Coral concurred with him in this, I'll
need to seduce him plain and simple.  While Sondra watches.  That
shouldn't be difficult.  Then we'll see.  It'll be fun!

Sondra's tongue probed his pussy, and her finger invaded his asshole.
The joy?  When Carl's climax erupted, he realized that he'd finally 
come into his own.

End

(c) 2001 by Vickie Tern.  May be archived in any free site, but do
let me know please.
                   
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