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Subject: {ASSM} Taken in Adultery by VickieTern 4/9 TG femdom
Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 20:10:03 -0500
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The Man Taken in Adultery
Vickie Tern
                            iv.

Gail seemed to understand.  She placed her hand on my head and
gently stroked my cum and saliva soaked hair, trying to console me. 
"It'll be such fun, Bobbi," she said soothingly.  "You'll see!" 

We remained that way for a few minutes while I recovered from
my deep sense of helplessness.  My deep humiliation.  She
understood.  "That wasn't so very bad, now, was it, Bobbi?  Now
that you've done it?  It's only cum, after all.  And you made me
feel so very nice.  And now it's your turn to feel nice.  Here, put
this condom on -- ah, I see your penis did find it a little
exciting after all!  You like taking my men into your mouth and
then into your tummy, do you?  Is that why you're so sad?  Because
you don't like it that you liked it?  Oh, sweetheart, I
wanted you to know how good it is, other men's cum, it's all part
of how I want you!  And now the next step!  Turn around and let me
see that smooth, soft, sweet-smelling baby bottom of yours.  No,
stay on your knees, put this pillow on the floor and rest your
head and arms on it, and lift your precious bottom high up toward me."

I did, wondering what she now had in mind.  I heard her stand up
behind me, and I wasn't surprised to feel slickly lubricated
fingers enter my rear end once again and move back and forth. 
"Isn't this nice?" she chanted in her soothing voice.  "Isn't it? 
Isn't it nice to feel how you loosen up?  You're a natural, I found
that out yesterday!  That's it, relax onto my fingers."  I tried. 
After a few more strokes of her fingers she withdrew them, and
there was a pause.  Then something softer and yet quite firm
pressed against my opening, much thicker than fingers!  It pushed
through and entered me!  And kept going deeper!  Like a difficult
turd, partly in but partly outside me, it stretched me wide open and clogged
my passage utterly.  

"Oooooh!" was all I could say.  I was skewered!

"There!" she said soothingly.  "Now isn't this really nice?"  

That soft, fat thing suddenly slipped way in, and when I felt her
hands grasp my hips and her belly pressing on my buttocks I
realized that she was wearing a dildo and was fucking me!  Then she
pulled it almost out.  Then in again.  And as it left me yet again,
I began to feel that same yearning for something not there, that
peculiar desire that felt gratified only when the thing pushed back
into me and filled me up.  A craving spread out from my bottom and
gathered strength.  I couldn't help it, I began to rear back to
meet each oncoming thrust, and to raise my ass high up to prolong
its withdrawal.

"Yes, I'm fucking you," Gail's voice said melodiously from behind
me. "You can't fuck me, we agreed to that, didn't we?  But I can
fuck you, and that's what I'm doing.  This is my penis, and we're
fucking, and that means I'm fucking your pussy.  It feels really
good, doesn't it?  Well, sweetie, make it feel better.  Roll around
on my penis.  Do bumps and grinds with your cunt!  Make love to me
with your cunt!  Stroke your penis while I fuck you.  That's it! 
That's it!  Yes, surrender to it all, darling!"

I did.  The pressure and the craving mounted higher.  I beat my
meat and rolled my hips and wriggled.  I made love to that thing
with my ass, whatever it was.  In and out.  Then finally
"Ahhhhhhh!" I cried out as I finally came in the condom, and my ass
again clamped down on that dildo with each spurt, repeatedly, as if
hugging it over and over in gratitude.  The sense of ripe fullness
all through me at that moment was delicious beyond belief.  I
pushed hard against her penis and held myself snugged tight there
as my spasms subsided.

She slowly -- as if reluctantly -- pulled the thing out and waited
for me to compose myself, and then to turn around again.  When I
did, I saw that she was wearing on her crotch an enormous
flesh-colored rubber cock, swollen erect as if eager to begin
again.  A perfect replica of a championship penis.  Each purple
vein and ripple of pulled-back foreskin still glistened from
whatever the lubricant she'd used, and from my own internal
lubricants too.  As did its magisterially bulbous head.  I just
stared.  That huge thing had just been inside me?  An imitation
prick?  Had I just become an imitation faggot?

"Kiss it," she said.  "Show it how grateful you are!"

I leaned forward and kissed the tip.

Then crooningly, dreamily, she spoke aloud while she stroked my
hair.  "Now take its head into your mouth and just hold it there. 
Impressive, isn't it.  Stretch wider.  There!  Now this cock
belongs to both of us.  You're the only other person it's ever
fucked, did you know that?  When we first married I missed my
husband so much when he went away on those long business trips.  So
I bought this sweet part of a man here to be my boyfriend, and he
was always so consoling whenever I felt lonely and deprived!  Isn't
he nice?  I knew you'd love him too.  I told my husband about him
and my sweet dear realized how much we missed each other, and that
was when we gave each other permission to be with other people
whenever we couldn't be together.  Have you and Carrie ever thought
of doing that?  Giving each other permission to be polyamorous? 
That would solve your problem --  then you'd never be able to be
unfaithful to each other unless you cheated and didn't tell her!" 

I shook my head 'No.'  The rubber cock now stretching my mouth
weaved back and forth over her groin like a fat cigar.

She continued to stroke my hair.  "You really should give it some
thought.  Now lower your head and take our man in all the way down
your throat as far as it'll go.  Yes, that's the gag reflex, you
can control it, just relax and try again.  There, see?   All the
way in, half-way to your tummy now, nearly!  And you get to smell
my pussy again too!  Have you ever sucked a cock before, Bobbi?"  

I looked at her with that dildo jammed down my throat and again
shook my head.  She was looking down gently at me.  "You sweet
thing.  So many new things.  Run your tongue along the veins. 
Isn't it remarkable how you can feel each one?  Now you can let it
slide out of your mouth.  Don't worry, it'll still be here.  Just
rest your head on my knees and hold it in your hand as if it were
your own and look dreamy, and jerk it off slowly while I tell you
my plans.  You can kiss it now and then if you feel a wave of
affection for it coming on." 

I did.  My ass felt marvelous.  I did kiss it several times.

"We have lots to do this afternoon.  I want to take you to dinner
to celebrate our new relationship, to a very fine restaurant where
there will be people who know me.  I can't take any of my regular
men, my lovers, ever, people will talk.  But I can take you.
I'll arrange things so the two of us can be seen together in
public and yet we'll both remain respectable."  

I lifted my head, shocked.  "We're going out?  In public?  Where
we'll be seen?  I can't do that!"  My throat felt sore from the
deep-throating, a bit, and my voice croaked.

"No, don't stress your throat!  Just hum your words!  Say that
again!"

"I can't be seen!" I repeated from the upper part of my throat, not
quite sounding like Minnie Mouse.  "People will talk!"

"Oh, lovely, do talk like that from now on!  Do you hear me?"  She
paused.

"Yes, ma'am" I said in my throaty contralto.

She was pleased.  "No, of course you can't be seen.  Not as you
are.  You won't be, don't be such a baby about it!  You see, Bobbi,
it's like this.  Wherever I go, people take notice.  And Tom is a
corporation president, and a corporation president's wife is like
Caesar's wife, you know, she must always seem to be beyond
reproach.  Or people will assume he's weak, and try to take
advantage.  It's very primitive, really, but that's how it is.  I
can't be seen to be out with a man!"

"But I am a man!"

"Just hear me out.  At first yesterday I was thinking what
marvelous fun it would be to keep you as a baby, give you muscle
relaxants to reduce you to helplessness, and keep you in a crib,
and play mommy and nurse you, and change your diaper, and
everything.  But then I realized I'd need babysitters and bottles
and wet nurses, all of that sort of thing, it would be sweet but a
bother too. And what I really want is a companion, someone I can
spend time with without people talking.  Someone who isn't a man."

"But ma'am, I am ...."

"Oh,hush, Bobbi, you still aren't thinking!  For example, you could
be a man, and be introduced as my brother when we're seen out
together.  But too many people know that I have no brother, that's
why I inherited everything from my parents.  Or we could establish
that you're really gay, a mincing faggot in fact, so there's no doubt
about the nature of our relationship.  Lots of women maintain
respectability by going to theaters and concerts and so on with
known homosexuals.  Hisbands never object.  But that doesn't seem
very fair to Carrie.  It would hurt her reputation if people thought
she was married to a pansy.  And that in turn could hurt the firm's
reputation."
  
My God, how far would this woman go?  She was seriously thinking
she'd make me into a baby?  That was why she'd had me suck her
tits?  Or make me a queer?  Was this why she was feeding me all
that cum?  Was this why she'd just fucked me up the ass?

"So what we need is, we'll disguise you, so when we're seen
together no one will gossip about us.  Of course I'm sure you're
not eager either to have anyone report to Carrie that they saw us
together.  You've already made that clear enough."

I only half-heard her.  The thought of Carrie finding out about
this ... thing we were doing was terrifying!  "No!" I exclaimed
reflexively.  Let news of this relationship spread across town?
No way!

"Bobbi, gay or straight, I do not wish to be seen dining out with
the husband of an employee any more than you wish to be seen dining
out with me when your wife's elsewhere.  So that's settled too!  I
do hope you'll remember from now on that you are not the person in
charge here, and that from now on you'll answer agreeably when I
tell you what to do!  Whatever I may tell you."

She paused.  "Yes, ma'am," I finally said.

She smiled suddenly.  "Bobbi, stand up now, would you please?"

I did.

"Oh, my, look at that!  I'd forgotten.  Do empty that condom and
dispose of it, would you?  No, sweetheart, not there, I'm sure all
your little sperms would be much happier playing with all
the manly sperms already in your tummy, don't you?  Into your
mouth with them!  That's it."

I spilled the open end into my mouth and tried to suck out the
rest.  This time there was a faint rubber cast to the flavor, but
otherwise the taste and the feel in my mouth were the same.  I
guess I was getting used to it.  Except that this time, I'd
ejaculated because she'd put a prick into me, not because I'd put
one into her.  Was that worse than swallowing the leftovers from
those other pricks that had been in her this morning?  At least it
was mine.  A kind of cannibalism I supposed, at worst.

"Now why don't you go into the spare bedroom all the way on the
left at the top of the stairs -- there's a full length mirror there.
Look at yourself and see if you can guess what sort of disguise
I have in mind for you."

"All right" I replied, subdued.  And I went.

What I saw in the mirror was a naked hermaphrodite.  A slim,
slightly willowy -- man I suppose, because he had a bare penis and
no breasts.  The same body I always saw, but this time utterly
hairless.  But what was different, what suggested femininity, were
the eyes.  Cora had somehow stained my eyelids with a dark, shiny
toner, so when I lowered them slightly they seemed as sexy and come
hither as any movie starlet's eyes.  What disguise did she have in
mind?  I was hairless, with my skin scented and my eyelids shaded,
and still stretched out from a dildo up my ass and down my throat. 
How dense could I be?

I returned to Gail, vaguely grateful that she'd called my asshole
a pussy and a cunt, and not what it was.  At least she wasn't
demanding that I turn queer.  "All right," I said.  "I see what you
mean.  Out of loyalty to my wife I won't have sex with you as a
man, but you do want me for a companion and also a playtoy, so you
want me to pretend to be a woman instead.  You want to make me
over, to change my sex."

"Oh no honey, not your sex.  I like that cute penis of yours.  I
hope to use it tomorrow, remember?  I just want to change the way
you look and behave, to bring out the girl in you so others can see
it, and no one sees the man in you.  A sex-change may follow, if it
wants to, if you find you love being a girl as much as I do.  But
that has nothing to do with me.  That would be for you and
Carrie to work out between yourselves.  Get in my car, Bobbi. 
You're about to have a lovely adventure."  

When she first motioned me over to her house yesterday morning,
when I went to get the morning paper, why did I go?  Why didn't I
turn and walk away?  I was being gentlemanly, that's why! 
Neighborly!  Now look at me!  "I'm naked," I said.

"Oh, of course, wear your robe then.  Our first stop will be to
measure you for some new clothes.  We'll get you some
ready-to-wear outfits for now, skirts and blouses or something, and
a good dress for the evening."

"You expect me to wear skirts and blouses?  Why?  Are you trying to
humiliate me?"

Gail looked sternly at me.  "I'm trying to do no such thing! Just
look at me!  There is nothing whatever humiliating about wearing a
skirt or blouse!  Shame on you for thinking so!  I'm being
perfectly reasonable with you.  You don't want to be a man with me,
so you'll be a woman with me!  That satisfies your hankering after
fidelity but also my desire to have fun with you.  We'll see which
of us ends up more satisfied."  She suddenly grinned playfully.
"The security cameras in this house have already seen quite a bit,
I'm sure you know."  
 
Of course.  Those cameras.  The tapes.  So her husband can know
she's safe as she's being ... attended.

"Does your husband know about me?" I asked.  "Has he seen me on
tape yet?"  I was suddenly embarrassed by that possibility.

"Does he know how I'm using you?  I imagine so," she replied,
slipping on her topcoat and looking for her purse.  "The recordings
are broadcast wherever he is several times a day, and he looks at
the most recent whenever he gets back to his hotel room.  As I've
explained, for my safety, but maybe also to ease the mind of some
woman he may have brought up there with him.  Sometimes to amuse
her.  It may also turn her on, too!  I get pretty hot with my
guys!"  She grinned.

"So he's seen me cock sucking that dildo, and taking it up the ass!" 
Now I felt ashamed.  Letting a woman order me around and humiliate
me like that.  I was letting the man's side down, I felt in some
vague way that I was being less than a man!  That he would think
the less of me for that.

"Maybe," she replied with equanimity.  "My sweet Bobbi, do I sense
homosexual panic?  Here you are wearing a lovely robe, your skin
hairless and perfumed, your eyelids shadowed, your tummy filled
with fresh sperm, your mouth and ass still stretched out by a very
realistic cock, and you're worried that another man might think
you're gay?  Why in the whole world should he think that?"  

Then she relented.  She took hold of both my forearms and gripped
them.  "Look at me!" she said.  I looked up into her eyes.  They
were quite kindly.  "Just be a girl for me now, please,
sweetheart," she said.  "Then whether or not you're a gay man
will never arise as an issue.  It can't possibly."

I looked down again.  "All right," I said.

"Now, into the car," she said.  "We're two girls on an afternoon's
outing.  Can you feel that way?"

She paused.  I tried.  I suppose I wriggled my hips a little.

She smiled at that, but said nothing.  "We're going shopping for a
few things for you to wear, and then we'll both get our hair done. 
Then we'll come back here to get ready for the evening."

A different kind of panic seized me.  "Please!  No changes to my
hair!  Nothing that shows!  Nothing to make my wife suspect
anything!" 

"You still want to deceive her?" she replied.  "You still think you
can explain away your soft, scented, hairless skin?  Well, I've
already told you that there will be no problem with your wife, so
show some backbone!  Don't be so fearful!  Come along!"

I held her robe tight closed as I got into her car, the big SUV. 
My own car, I knew, was in my driveway on the other side of the
trees, a few hundred yards and a million miles away at the moment.
               
end 4/9
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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