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Subject: {ASSM} Taken in Adultery by Vickie Tern 9/9 TG femdom
Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 19:10:06 -0500
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Man Taken in Adultery 
Vickie Tern


                                ix.

There it was.  I knew it.  I'd suspected it.  But now that she'd
said it, it didn't seem that catastrophic.  We did have an open
marriage now, I supposed.

"He's a handsome man, and let me tell you, he's
all man!  But you and I are still the most compatible couple I
know.  We still want the same things, don't we?  I saw you
having sex with a woman and then with a man and also
with a dildo, and sucking up who knows how many other men's sperm.  I
myself don't care for the taste of sperm the way you do.  But you 
enjoyed it so much I can't possibly stand in your way.  So here's
a revision of our marriage vow -- you now have my permission to
have sex of any kind with any man you like!" 

"I don't want it!" I said reflexively.  Then I realized what she'd
said!

"You've got it.  I refuse to be your excuse."  She waited. She
expected me to say something else.  Then she added.  "Look 
here, honey.  You were unfaithful to me.  That might be
forgivable.  I'd know how to take care of that.  In fact I did.
Tom helped.  But when I saw how guilty you felt afterward, you
poor dear, all that guilt accomplished was, I had to fuck Tom
again and again, so you'd feel less guilty when you heard
about it.  And don't you now?"  

My God!  I really did feel less guilty!  Instead I felt jealous,
even a little indignant.  But I'd never tell her that.  I'd
never want her to know I was that big a hypocrite.

"Then it got much worse.  You wanted to keep me from knowing that
you were unfaithful.  Now, that's dishonesty, not as easily
forgiven.  And Gail used that as leverage for her own purposes,
to tart you up so you'd never again be a man, in my eyes or
anyone else's.  And she did it!  Are you a man now?"

"Yes, I am. I am, in my heart, Carrie." 

"Your heart isn't what everyone sees.  It isn't what you'll be
doing for the next five years.  It isn't what your body will be
telling you in a few more months.  No, Bobbi, you're a girl.  In
my eyes, and everyone else's.  Look at yourself.  Can I ever imagine
that you're still the man I married?"

No, she can't.  Obviously.  "No, you're right."

"Now this time answer me honestly.  Who's girl are you?"  

I thought about it a moment.  The answer was inescapable.  "Gail's. 
I gave myself to Gail so she wouldn't tell you."

"That's right.  But I know anyhow.  So now you can be my girl
too, can't you?  Do you want to be?"

"I guess."  That was hopeful!  "Yes!  Carrie, I do want to be
your girl!  But are you saying that you won't want to sleep with me
any more because I'm not a man, I'm a girl?  Gail's girl and yours?"

"Of course not, Bobbi.  Of course I'll sleep with you.  I'll love
sleeping with you.  With that skin?  It's so smooth!  And you smell
wonderful, like a garden full of flowers!  You're a bouquet!  And
you're still all mine, really!  Of course Gail has first call on 
your body and your time, the same way Tom has first call on mine.
That's what they wanted when they first found out we were their
neighbors, that their neighbors were an attractive couple who'd
once worked for them, and that I still did.  And that's what I
agreed to when I visited with them a week or so ago.  If they
could persuade you, that is."

This was news!  "You visited with them?  A week or so ago?"

Carrie smiled and kissed my nose.  "What's so surprising about that?
They called when you happened to be away and asked us to drop by.
A royal summons from my employers, so of course I went.  It was
memorable!  Gail told me that because of my splendid achievements
and my loyalty to Hanover Associates I was in line for a Vice Presidency.
I thanked her.  Then she told me she wanted to add you to her list
of available men -- you were so conveniently located and you looked
so 'cute' she couldn't resist.  She asked if I'd mind."

Now Carrie paused, serious and thoughtful.  "This wasn't an easy
thing to answer, Bobbi.  Because I love you, and of course I'd
rather not share you with anyone.  But obviously it was going to
happen.  What with me away so often, and you so suggestible,
such an easy mark, it was inevitable that as you say, you'd 'fall,'
you'd 'betray' me.  So I agreed to share you with her.  She assured
me that it wouldn't be a problem, she wanted sex, not affection, and
it wouldn't be often, maybe only every few weeks when one of her
regular studs cancelled out.  That it was no big deal."

"But I couldn't tell you anything about our agreement.  I couldn't
tell you about Gail's intentions or my pending Vice-Presidency,
because then you'd have made the noble sacrifice to save it, and
fucked Gail for my sake, not for your pleasure or hers.  So I
insisted to Gail that it had to be your decision entirely, not
mine.  Your doing, your responsibility, it had to be to please you,
not to please me.  It was all up to you.  So she'd have to seduce
you.  I wouldn't help or stand in the way, and I would never let on
that I knew about it."

That sounded credible.  I nodded.

"There was another advantage to you committing adultery all by
yourself.  If you ever learned that Tom had seduced me too,
you'd be more understanding and forgiving, less inclined to
throw me over.  You know that old biblical saying, when a
woman taken in adultery was about to be stoned to death?  'Let
he who is without sin cast the first stone!"

Now I saw what was coming, and I sat very still.  Carrie draped 
her arms on my shoulders and continued.  "Gail just wanted a
naturally submissive man to play with and make more so, and she
did seduce you effortlessly, just as I expected.  But then
came an unanticipated problem.  You wouldn't cooperate with her
any more.  You got that darling pang of conscience!  You wanted
to remain faithful to me after all!  You wanted to go and sin
no more!  That wasn't at all what we expected or needed!"

"No," I said.  It was all coming clear.  "I see.  I betrayed you
when I decided not to betray you.  But Gail still wanted someone to
play with.  So she improvised other things with me."

"Exactly," Carrie said quietly.  "And you gave her a marvelous hook.
You told her you  wanted to deceive me, keep me ignorant of your
little lapse, didn't you?"

"Yes," I said, now thoroughly ashamed.

"Gail's very ethical.  That made her angry.  You know what she
next wanted to do with you, don't you, my sweet baby?  Make you
into her very own sweet baby.  She very nearly did, too."

I nodded.  "Like what that friend of hers did to her husband.  But
wouldn't you have stopped her?"

Now Carrie looked grave.  "I don't know, honey.  I'd have left that 
up to you too.  She'd have asked you to wear a diaper and drink up 
all of your first bottle, and then suck on her titty while she
hugged you and sang to you.  And you'd have done it, I know you!
You'd have found your own reasons to comply, to go along with
whatever she suggested.  And then with each successive bottle,
and more drugs, you'd have gotten more and more compliant and
agreeable, until finally you'd actually become a sweet, happy
baby content to nurse and pee and poop for the rest of your life.
And I'd have lost you."

"But she didn't."

"No.  When you turned noble and refused to be her handy local
stud, she called me to discuss your other possible uses.  She'd
already abandoned the baby idea by then anyhow -- she didn't want
to hear you up wake and cry for a bottle or her breast when she
was busy getting plowed by some man."  

A sly look crossed Carrie's face.  "Though I bet you'd be a
beautiful baby, babydoll!  If I gave you a bottle of warm milk some
time, would you drink it?  Would you trust me enough to lie on
your back and drink it?"

I nodded.  "Yes," I said.

Carrie looked grateful.  I didn't say why I was inclined to trust
her.  Not just because I know she loves me and means well for me,
though that.  Mainly because I knew she'd never want to do anything
to jeopardize her career.  And I was now an asset in her career.

Then she paused, pensive.  "Gail's next idea was to make you a gay
man.  In fact a mincing steretype, a flaming faggot, if she could.
That seemed to her to be an amusing way to deal with someone who
didn't want to bed her down.  It seems there are aversion and
reward therapies that can help men prefer sex with other men,
even enjoy it.  They're based on what happens every day in jails.
There's even a psychologist who offers those treatments as a
service to women who are about to divorce their husbands but
haven't yet told them -- it greatly simplifies the settlement
process.  She made a first appointment for you for today, earlier
today, but fortunately she checked with me first.  I told her
I didn't want to lose you that way, nor see you made ridiculous.
She sympathized.  She said she'd think of something else.  She
did want you to have sex with a man, though, one way or another,
as a kind of retribution for refusing to have sex with her.  You
really disappointed her!" 

Carrie paused even longer, studied me closely, then spoke.  "Then
when she described how she sent you flouncing home yesterday
morning in her pink satin robe, it came to me.  I saw how she
could have everything she wanted.  I suggested that she encourage
your femininity.  That she work with your natural submissiveness
to set you up as a girl for a while.  That she play dolly with you
and have fun dressing you up and teaching you to be a woman and to
appreciate what sex as a woman is like.  Then she could also hire
you as her social secretary and get exclusive rights to your
professional services.  And meanwhile free more of my time for
Tom in the process.  A win/win situation.  She thought it was
a brilliant idea.  She was ready to declare me a Vice-President
right then and there."

So Carrie did sell me to Gail after all?  To embellish her own
career?  I felt crushed.  Used.  "So in effect, you're the one
who made me a girl?" I said, despondent.  "You did this to me?"

She heard my tone of voice, but inexplicably, instead of responding
in kind she only smiled and kissed my nose again.  "Oh, no, Bobbi
baby!  I only gave her the idea.  Partly to forestall her turning
you into something worse, a mindless lackey maybe, or a eunuch
keeper of Tom's household condoms.  Because she wanted you
neutered or at least neutralized when you found out that Tom and
I had begun getting it on.  Remember, they wanted to play with
both of us.  And whatever they did with you, or to you, had to be
acceptable to both of us in the end.  What would you have
suggested?"

And now Carrie reached out gently, delicately, and grasped one of
my breasts, one manicured finger caressing the silicone nipple.
"Soon these will be real," she whispered.  "And we'll both love
doing this to them!  I've always wanted to!  You'll feel ecstatic
when they're real, and I do this."

She next lifted her hand to my face and began tracing my red lips
with her finger, pausing now and then to kiss my eyes closed.  I
was mesmerized.  There was nothing she could do I didn't love!
"I've got to confess it," she said when she saw how entranced I
was.  "Ever since I first saw you, even before we spoke to each
other at that office party, I've wondered what kind of a girl
you'd make.  You're just so very cute!  Always!  And so sweet, and
loving, and trusting!  And I do so love you, I always want you
to feel everything I feel, no matter what!  I might have gotten
you up as a girl myself some day, just for fun.  Suggested
that we visit some country resort hotel or ski slope as two girls
out for a good time, just for fun.  You'd have agreed I'm sure,
maybe even thought it was your own idea once I'd put it into your
head.  And it would have been fun, too!   Maaking the reservations,
shopping, teaching you all the manners and make-up skills you'd
need, choosing a hair style for you at my salon.  Fending off
the guys, and giggling together about them afterward.  You know.
We'll do all those things anyhow, now.  In fact I'm looking
forward to it!"

"You've always preferred for me to be a woman, not a man?" I asked.
I felt hurt.  

"No, honey, I've always preferred that you were a man.  You're a
very satisfactory man, or at least you were until today.  But you
aren't listening!  I always did love the woman I could see in you.
If I'd had my druthers, I'd have brought her out and arranged to
love both of you.  But now I'll take what I can get!  You're a
woman now, or you soon will be.  And I love you that way too!  Is
that clear now?"

I nodded solemnly.

"Get something else very clear too, then.  I didn't do this to you.
Gail didn't either.  You did this to yourself!  All by yourself!
You made yourself a girl."

This was an astonishing statement!  "I did?  How!"

"By finding your own reasons to go along with everything Gail
proposed.  At every stage.  This conversion needed your consent
at every stage.  You said "No!" only once, when she first seduced
you.  She respected that.  She'd have respected other refusals
too, though they'd have been problematic for her.  But did you
ever tell her 'No!' again?"

I felt chastened.  "No," I said.  "But I did have my reasons."

Now Carrie snuggled closer on my lap, pressing her breasts against
mine.  Her breath smelled of flowers.  And of something else too?
A hint of sperm?  She'd given Tom a good night blow job?
But I couldn't let that distract me now!  "Yes, sweetheart,
of course you had your reasons," she said.  "Some of them were
admirable, and some of them were not at all admirable.  But make
no mistake, Gail's clever!  She supplied you with all the motives,
means, and opportunities you might ever need for your
own feminization, and you supplied all the rest.  All the
justifications.  You did this to yourself!  You went along
with all of it.  And you did get to like it!  Feeling how
a silk dress moves on your hips.  Looking girly cute.  Clenching
your ass muscles on a lovely thick cock buried deep inside you."

This was true.  "I guess," I said.  I had to confess it.

Now I felt sad.  She was right.  I had done this to myself, in
effect.  Even enjoyed some of it. A lot of it.  In all essentials
I was a self-made woman.

Again she kissed me, this time full on the mouth.  Slowly.  
Lingeringly.  I kissed her back.  Our two red mouths pressed against
each other.  My heart yearned toward her.  Woman or not, I was so
grateful I hadn't lost her!"

Finally she broke off. "Don't worry, Bobbi.  I'm glad you 
like it.  There are many things worse than being a woman.  If
we've lost some things, we've gained others.  I mean to make love
to you the way we've always made love just as long as you're able,
and then we'll find other ways.  You already know some of them,
don't you?"

Almost immediately I felt a new anxiety.  "As long as I'm able?"

"Honey, surely you know!  In a few months when your breasts get to
be the size of mine, your penis will get to be the size of my
little finger, but boneless.  Useless for fucking.  It'll become
a kind of clit, a sweet little flab of sensitive flesh.  That's
what girl hormones do when they're inside boys.  They make boys
girly in front as well as in back, below as well as above the
waist, and their waists get narrower too.  Their cocks and balls
shrink.  Pretty soon you'll never again penetrate me with your
prick, not ever again.  But the stub will still feel delicious,
and your breasts will feel utterly exquisite when we're making
love, the way mine do.  Or when anyone else is making love to you.
So you'll come out ahead I think.  As a tradeoff it's still better
than two for one."  She grinned.  

But now I was depressed again.  "What kinds of sex lives can we
have then?  It's all over between us, isn't it!"

She was concerned for me now, and spoke rapidly, earnestly.  
"Honey, what did I just tell you?  You're already pretty, and if
your figure measures up to that sweet rear end when it ripens
you'll be a menace to male civilization.  We'll have marvelous sex
lives in an open marriage like Gail's and Tom's!  I'll date other
men, and so will you, whenever you wish.  Maybe we'll even double
date the same man.  And meanwhile we'll enjoy all sorts of oral
sex together!  I know you enjoy licking cunt.  I know you love the
taste of cum -- I saw those security tapes, remember?  Who would
have guessed?  I certainly never did.  If I should bring a man home
you'll want to get him ready for me, and maybe clean him out of me
afterward if you're so inclined.  Wouldn't that be nice?  Or if
you'd rather stay faithful to some current boyfriend, if you turn
out to be a one man at a time girl, I'll be quite satisfied to
have you lick and kiss my breasts and my pussy even if I haven't
just been with a man." 

Oddly, I felt consoled!

"I know you still prefer women, honey.  It'll take time for you to
come round to men, though a lot less time than I would have guessed
before seeing those tapes.  Gail and I will meanwhile provide you
with all the femininity you'll need.  No matter who we've been with,
you'll be the girl we'll want between our legs, your prick while
it can manage it, and your tongue always.  You'll service both of
us to your heart's content!.  So understand, I don't want you to
go out looking for other women.  I don't want to see other women
coming in and out of the house, not if they aren't you.  I want
you to be truly faithful from now on!  Just to the two of us!
To Gail and me.  You promise?"  

She squirmed in my lap, the silk of her dress rubbing on mine, her
breasts rubbing against what would soon be mine, her rear end sliding
against my hardening cock.  And she kissed me softly again on the
mouth.  

"Yes," I said.  I'd been unfaithful to her once, and the effects
were now likely to last a life time.  I craved no more
infidelities!

"Of course you won't be attracting many more women anyhow, but
you never know.  I think you look just darling now, and if I do,
others will too.  But now that you're a girl, you'll need to learn
how to attract guys.  How to flirt and seduce.  Don't worry, I'll
help, and we'll send you to a Charm School Gail knows.  You'll
learn.  You'll love it!  It's perfectly natural for girls to enjoy
sex with men.  And your contract obliges you!  That part is
under my supervision, and I don't doubt for a moment that you'll
be a big help to me!"

And now she looked both determined and satisfied.  For the moment,
she was my boss.  Then she lapsed back.  "You'll have your own
private life with men too of course, and you'll love that too,
I know you will.  All the dating and romancing.  You'll have the
pick of the litter.  I won't mind how many men you bring home to
play with all night, if that's your pleasure.  But always remember
one thing -- no matter how you may feel about any of them men, no
matter how grateful or appreciative, you're married only to me!
Agreed?"  She smiled at me affectionately.  A little worried too?

This was strange.  Signed contracts are one thing, but my own wife
wanted my sex life from now on to consist mainly of men?  Still,
I looked at the bottom line.  Carrie and I would still be married,
no matter what!  That was the main thing!  And if Carrie liked men,
felt attracted to them, I should at least try to feel the same way.
We were so similar in so many other ways!  "OK," I said.  "Agreed."

Carrie smiled.  "There's my dear.  I knew we could work something
out."  She wriggled again, then looked up and ran her fingertips
through my hair.  "But enough of this!  Honey, I've been bursting to
tell you all evening -- you have an absolutely stunning hairdo!
Adorable!  I've thought of getting myself styled something like
that for some time now.  Who did it?   Was it Tina, really?  And
your dress is a Donna Karan, isn't it?  I'm impressed!  It's
perfect for your figure!  Wherever in the world did you find it?"

This delighted me.  It was so deeply satisfying to be praised by 
someone with Carrie's taste.  I couldn't wait to answer her
questions.  So I told her all about Yvette and Celine, and how 
strange it had felt when the doorman complimented me on the way
out, yet how gratifying.  As we talked, I got more and more curious
about the other fashions Yvette was stitching up and collecting
for me, what they'd look like.  How I'd look wearing them.  Carrie
told me about this year's fashions, what to expect when I next
went to Yvette's for a fitting.  Earlier that day I'd reluctantly
endured getting measured while standing on that little platform
at Yvette's, and I'd endured sitting in Tina's chair getting my
hair and nails and face done.  But as Carrie talked, I realized
how privileged I'd been.  My next sessions at Yvette's or in a
beauty salon would not be at all burdensome!  

Carrie told me a few different ways I could arrange my hair,
and a few more for when it grows out a little more, and she
described a Donna Karan she had in her closet that very moment,
one I'd somehow never noticed.  We talked about the men she'd
known before she knew me, intimate things she could only tell
another girl, never a man, certainly not a husband.  She told
me about a terrific man she'd met soon after reaching her
agreement with Gail and Tom, when she knew that our marriage
would be changing very soon.  How excited she'd been to learn
they'd be attending the same sales meetings, seeing each other.
How carefully she'd planned everything in her wardrobe this trip
just for him, and how her heart had pounded when she finally saw
him.  She regretted they'd only had time for one quick drink
before Tom showed her on his cell-phone that Gail's plan for me
had gone into play and was progressing, and she'd gone to Tom's
room instead to consult and see more.  Then to Tom's bed instead
of the man's.

"That's the first time since our marriage that a man has
affected me that way, honey.  You've filled my life until now.
But Gail and Tom have changed things around for us, and we both
need to move on.  I'll meet him in about two weeks when
I visit his firm, and I know now that there'll be other men
like him.  You'll know soon enough yourself what it's like,
how a girl feels when she's anticipating an affair with a new
man.  Maybe you already feel a little bit that way about Jason?
The first time you fall in love as a girl will be so wonderful,
honey!  It transforms everything!  I do so envy you!" 

She reminded me repeatedly that she still loves me, deeply,
seriously, and forever, and never to doubt it.  That I'm her
very own absolute dear, and that loving me will always fill her
with joy.  But that men like Tom can fill her more deeply with
something more substantial than love that also feels very good.
And that now that I'm committed to sex as a woman, it's foolish
for her to feel forced to choose between me and men who are still
men.  So she won't.  "Don't worry, though," she assured me.
"We'll always come back to each other.  You'll always be my special
girl."  

It was wonderful!  We were both special girls!  She told me more
about the girl in her suite who had slept around, and we giggled
over some of the things that girl had done to boys, and some
of the other things boys had done to her, and she told me how
all the other girls in her suite were envious of her and had
tried out some of her tricks with their own boyfriends.  Most
of them lacked her knack, but Carrie'd managed one or two 
successfully.  She thought we could have fun like that when I
wasn't busy with Gail or with her special clients.  "We'll be
together much more often, now that we can be," she said.  "And
even when you're with Gail we'll be feeling much closer, because
we'll have so much more in common!"

In turn I told her all about Jason's mentoring of Tina, and how
she was right, I had felt a strange, delicious delight when I'd
orgasmed with Jason's cock buried in my ass.  How that orgasm
had risen to unspeakable heights and felt as if it would go on
forever.  Carrie nodded. "I'm so happy for you," she said.  "I
saw.  I could tell.  You'll have lots of those from now on, baby." 

We talked and talked, on and on, scarcely able to get words in
edgewise!  It was wonderful!  Once again we were of one mind about
practically everything.  My darling wife was now my dearest friend
too!  I began to see as she'd seen all along that this was all 
for the best.

When the first streaks of dawn began to silhouette the trees east
of our house, Carrie loaned me a nightgown and helped me cream off
my makeup, and I changed my tampon.  She asked if I wanted to lick
Tom out of her now or if I'd prefer to wait for morning.  I told
her better later, when we'd slept for a while, I was now too
sleepy to enjoy it properly.  I told her how happy I was that after
all the anxieties, all the guilt, my terrible fear that I'd lost
her, I was now completely hers, her cute, doll-faced girl, and
blissfully content to be just that.  I told her I wanted to be
just like her when my figure came in.  I couldn't wait for the
rest of my life to begin!

So we just went to bed together, and kissed and cuddled each other,
and fell asleep snug in each other's arms, feeling closer than
we'd felt for a long time.  An hour or so later I happened to wake
up for just a moment, and happened to open my eyes.  There was
my darling Carrie, also awake, lying back against the headboard
and looking down at my sleeping face with the sweetest smile,
proud, loving, satisfied, just a teeny bit smug.  Also a
teeny bit triumphant? I smiled back at her and snuggled closer
to her breasts, and soon fell asleep again.

End

(c) 2003 by Vickie Tern.
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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