Message-ID: <47182asstr$1079759405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20040318100447.03003.00001510@mb-m15.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 18 Mar 2004 15:04:47 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Wife by Vickie Tern 11/13 TG femdom Lines: 494 Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:10:05 -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: hoisingr, newsman, dennyw An Unfaithful Wife by Vickie Tern 11/13 The man got the message and drew himself up and suggested we all go back inside. Cassie glanced at me, my face distraught. "Not tonight," she said. "But I'll look for you. I'm Cassie." And she turned toward me, her purpose accomplished. "Tim Corrigan," he replied to her back. "I'll look for you too. And you are ...?" he asked me." I felt unaccountably strange. "Hallie," I replied in a breathy squeal, standing very still. It came out sounding quite seductive. He stood there staring at me we moved on, indecisive whether to proceed inside or to seize the opportunity and follow us. Gentlemanliness prevailed. "Nice to meet you, Hallie," he told me. "And you too, Cassie. I hope we'll meet again," he added as if an afterthought. And he continued on in. Cassie was amused. "'Hallie' is it now, finally, Hal? You named yourself as if in the last throes of an orgasm. To the first man you meet! Poor Jerry. Fated to die of a broken heart or a neglected cock, whichever comes first." She was teasing me. I didn't want to sound disturbed, so I had no choice as her 'friend' but to tease her back. "Don't pretend, Cassie! You stopped in that doorway so you could jump his bones then and there!" "No, honey, it was for your sake," she said seriously. "So you can jump his bones. I've seen you with Jerry, remember. No girl has ever been more hard up for a man than you are! I heard you. Did you feel desireable? Did it feel good?" I thought only a second, then said "Yes. It did. Very good." "Yes, it does. Now you know why I love to flirt. The feelings that come with a 'come hither' glance or tone of voice are exquisite. Aren't they?" I thought especially of my changed attitude toward Jerry, now that I was deliberately looking feminine. "Yes," I replied. "I had no idea." "Well, I did. I wanted you to delight in those kinds of feelings. Aren't they wonderful?" She turned and kissed me. We walked home hand in hand affectionately, like schoolgirls or like lovers, not concerned who might see us. My mind was a mess. But my cock had gone turgid, already at half mast. Oh, God, what was I becoming?! When we got home, Cassie didn't hesitate. Straight onto the living room couch, her jeans and panties off, one leg on the back of the couch, one on the floor, and without a word I dived in. Her honeypot was incredibly sweet, like flowing nectar. I loved it. So did she, several times over before we both paused for breath. Then as we lay together she told me I couldn't enter her dressed as I was, made up as I was. Nor could she suck me. "I see you as a girl now," she said. "It wouldn't be right," she said. So she sent me for a condom, then when I was sheathed in it she stroked me to climax, kissing my nose and ears and cheeks over and over the whole time with little affectionate pecks, her hand pumping steadily, never pausing. I throbbed against her fist, and filled the rubber. She then told me to lie on my back so she could drip the contents of the condom onto my tongue. I didn't want to, but Cassie insisted. "It's too delicious to waste," she whispered. "Never hesitate to swallow cum! At least taste the authentic bittersweet saltiness, and enjoy the slick feel on your lips. Here!" And she upended the condom. A drool of cloudy fluid began to ooze out. "Stick out your tongue," she said. I did. "Now lick!" she said. I did. "Again!" she said. Out came my tongue, and more of my jism dribbled onto it. "Oh, good," she said. "My sweet baby. Oh, lovely. You dear creature! Don't waste a drop!" I didn't. "Better than Jerry, isn't it? And better than mixed with my cum? No hormones mixed in, but now that we're moving on we'll make other arrangements. You can take pills the way other women do. Or take shots, or use a patch." I was troubled. "You say it wouldn't feel right to have sex with me the usual way, while I'm a girl," I said. "Will it ever feel right?" "It might, Hallie," she said, watching me. "Are you willing to wear Mr. D when you do me? That's how girls do it." I had no answer. "Let's go to bed," she said, kissing me gently on my cum-coated lips. "Just the two of us. Leave Jerry where he is. This has been a very big day for you. We two girls need to hug each other." I agreed. I felt sweetly sad. Something had been gained, but something had been lost. I needed my wife. When were in bed together, we kissed and then hugged. "You're a sweet darling," she said, her hand stroking my cheek, her lips grazing mine, her breath hot on my face. "I'll never leave you. You're mine for life!" "Yes," I said. "And you're mine." No response. She'd fallen asleep. *********** When Sunday morning rolled around, I felt better, but a little moody still. Cassie could sense it, and made no effort to suggest I wake up Jerry before we did anything else. "Honey, now will you show me which of these is your make-up remover? I can't find anything labeled like that except your nail polish remover, and I certainly don't want that stuff anywhere near my eyes." "You're a dear, and I will. Or I would, except that I looked for some yesterday myself, and I guess we're out. We need to buy more. I'll come with you if you like. Who knows, we might meet another nice man like the one who talked to us last night." "We?" Cassie, this is your idea, not mine! I don't want ...!" "Oh, sweetheart," she said. "Need I repeat it? When you dress like a woman, look like a woman, and behave like a woman, men do take notice. You know that! You'll simply have to learn to deal with it. This is your life. Live it! I'll go with you. We'll start with the drug store, and then move on." "What do you mean, move on where?" "I mean you need cleansing cream and also other hormones. You need to roam, to go out more. Also, there's a woman's special delight, shopping, Malls are open in Sundays, and you said it, you haven't a thing to wear. You need everything. You have those stretch pants, but you need to didplay your body in other ways too, be more proud of it. And also to begin having fun with your fashion sense. Like tights topped by a cute mini, so when you sway your butt you can feel the miniskirt swishing from side to side and the eyeballs of everyone watching doing the same thing. We moved on, through many stores. Every evening we became only two more women shopping together the way women do, and I stopped worrying. Cassie provided the hormone pills and I started taking them on my own, so my feminizing wouldn't depend exclusively on Jerry's cum. Two weeks later all of my male clothing had been packed away to make room for my new female clothing. That was all I wore now, whether with Cassie or on my own. I spent most of the day in jeans and a T-shirt or peasant blouse, wearing peds and flats, though it pleased me to dress up and feel pretty sometimes when I felt like seducing Jerry. And always, by the time Cassie got home I was stylishly dressed and made up. I tried hard to delight her with my appearance, to try to earn her rare respectful compliments. I was always overjoyed when I succeeded. *********** Meanwhile I ignored several opportunities to increase my client base, and my consulting settled into relaxed, undemanding, occasional phone inquiries on a retainer basis. I had Cassie's firm on retainer, though they never needed me. Until, maybe a month after my "conversion" as Cassie called it, there came a crisis. At mid-morning Clarice called. "Hal, pick up!" I heard her say through the speakerphone. "Cassie needs you! We all do!" I'd just finished putting on my face so I'd be pretty for Jerry. Well, really for me, as a point of personal pride, but like most women I pretended it was for a boyfriend who would never notice anyhow. Cassie'd gotten me a subscription to Cosmo so I'd know What Every Woman Knows, and I'd read there that the secret of eye make-up is to use just enough so your eyes look large and innocent, like a baby's, yet sly and knowing, like a bad girl in the movies. And to try to be both. That way a man doesn't feel threatened by your sexuality, yet can feel desired by it. That made sense. I was trying out a wide-eyed vamp look, my hair pinned upswept in a French twist, wearing a pencil-thin faded denim skirt Cassie'd laid out for me, and a see-through blouse, and heels I'd selected myself, when I heard Clarice's call for help and picked up. "Hal, Cassie says grab any jacket from the front hall closet and come at once, it doesn't matter what, and get over here. Our computer tech quit and may have left a virus behind -- one by one our screens are going dark." "One by one?" I said. "I'll be right there." I was in the car backing down the driveway when I came aware that for the first time I was driving to a place where people knew me as Hal, and I was wearing high heels, a skirt, a see-through blouse with fully visible lace bra, and the only matching jacket in the closet, Cassie's flower-embroidered denim. And full make-up. And a woman's hair style. When I went walking through malls, no one noticed me, I passed persuasively as long as I kept my hips prim. But now my whole world was about to change. Everyone knew I was Cassie's husband, but done up as her attractive girlfriend? What would they think? The last scrap of my manhood was about to disappear from view. Of other people's belief in my manhood, anyhow. It was better yet worse. I didn't remind anyone of my former self. Clarice was downstairs waiting to meet me to get me past the guard, and didn't recognize me until I stood in front of her and uttered a deep-voiced "It's me, Clarice." She was momentarily startled, but then her expression narrowed to intense interest. She glanced at the guard desk, then back at me, and took a deep breath, no doubt to restrain an outpouring of questions. "This way, honey," she said, as she would have said to any new secretary or receptionist, to put her at her ease. As we rode up in the elevator, she looked me up and down. "Is it still Hal?" "Hallie." She completed her inspection by noting my newly pierced ears with their keeper posts. "Very nice," she ventured finally. "I love your skirt. You're nicely dressed for support work in a legal office, Hallie, sexy but chic. Sophisticated. You'll like it here. Cassie advises you on your wardrobe?" "Yes," I said in the medium register voice I'd cultivated for minimal unavoidable use. "She picked out this outfit for me this morning." "I thought so. Good taste shows. Love your hairdo too. I'd keep that jacket buttoned though. If some of the guys here saw that blouse and those boobies underneath they'd be all over you." She paused. "They're real, aren't they?" "Yes," I said. "Your boy friends like them? They want you to look like this? I thought men who date men like their men to look like men. No?" "As far as I know they do, Clarice. I don't have a boy friend." Was I slighting Jerry? "Not really, anyhow. I dress like this for my own reasons." Cassie's reasons, mostly, I added to myself, but they're mine now. "Ooooh?" Enlightenment shone all over Clarice's face. "Then you're transitioning?" "Yes," I said, not quite sure what she meant. "Honey, I had a brother who did just what you're doing! She had to change jobs after the hormones kicked in, and there were some rocky times afterward, but since her surgery she's been just fine! She's the happiest woman in the world!" The elevator halted, and the doors slid open. As she stepped out she turned back toward me, gestured magniloquently, and said, "Welcome to womanhood, honey! And welcome to the seventeenth floor! You'll love both! The partners and legal staff are on the next floor up, as you know, but that's there and this is here. Down here is support staff, where all the work accumulates. Here is where we do whatever they say. It flows downhill, you know." A half dozen people gathered around the reception desk overheard her and turned toward us. I'd never met any of them, thank goodness! My humiliation was postponed. "Bill, Maria, Tina, Everett, Erika, ah, oh, everybody, this is Hallie. Hallie, everybody. I see no one's working. Hallie's come to fix the computers. "Hi, Hallie," the bright young receptionist with brilliant scarlet lipstick and nails said to me. "I'm the Maria part of what Clarice just said. Cassie said that when you arrive, get you started right away. So I'll take you to the tech's office, and maybe you'll see something." She walked rapidly down the hall and I followed. Her backside weaved in ways as exaggerated as mine had been. Cute. "How do you come to know Cassie?" she asked without turning around as we navigated a labyrinth of doors and work stations, corridor after corridor. "We've been room-mates," I replied. This was wonderful, in a way, I was thinking. This is my chance actually to explore what really being female is like. Probably no one on this whole floor is knows I'm a man! As for the computer situation, I knew the system well enough to have figured what happened while I was still in the car. Not a virus, but a badly networked practical joke. The previous techie had kicked up his heels on departure and left opportunities for overtime pay for his unknown replacement. I could get things going again in very little time I estimated, probably by noon. But then I'd be days and days re-stabilizing each computer in every office so they could be safely shut down again. There were probably hundreds. "Well, I'll leave you here," she said, pausing in front of a cubby-sized office loaded inside with equipment. "Do you think you'll be free for lunch?" "Oh, I should be," I said. "But then to get things done right will probably take days." "Oh, longer I should think. Cassie told Personnel to start you with a year's contract with an option to renew. She wants you exclusive, here every day from now on, just in case. So you might as well get to know all of us. There's a rotating bunch of us girls who have lunch together every day, maybe a half-dozen each time, not always the same half-dozen. The Lunch Bunch. Lots of gossip. You're welcome to join." "Thank you," I said. "I'd like that very much!" I'd been conceiving myself a girl in my own mind for months, and seen to be one by others for weeks. Now I'd find out how it felt in social situations with lots of give and take! Wonderful! I wondered if I could get away with it. I'd better, I told myself. I felt a flutter in my tummy. I mean my gut. "I'll come by and get you then at noon. It'll be fun. We'll tell you who's sleeping with anybody at the moment, and where all the bodies are buried. Survival stuff you need to know when some of the guys come by to hit on you. As they will. Are you attached?" "I don't know," I said. I didn't want to implicate Cassie without a cover story she'd approved. She smiled, and added, "Obviously not very, anyhow. You're wearing a see-through blouse with no slip. Naughty!" And Maria turned away and was gone. I sat down at the array of computers the young techie had left behind, booted up, and saw at a glance what he'd done. No problem. The software files had the necessary correction programs, though as anticipated I'd need to change the hardware switches in every computer in the system to keep the same problem from recurring when it was switched off. That might take weeks. I wondered why Cassie had set me up for a year or more. Only a half-hour later I clicked a command and heard all sorts of muffled cheers emerge from offices and workstations all over the floor, as screens went back on. I then sent a "SySop" e-mail to each cautioning everyone to leave their machines on until I could make adjustments to preclude similar events. Back came a an e-mail warning of risks to the confidentiality of files if machines stay on and hoping the adjustments would come soon. And another telling me how great it was to have a system operator who uses the word "preclude." And there was an IM from Maria saying "!! Hallie!! :-) See you in ten!" I looked -- it was almost noon. Barely time to check my hair -- thankfully, the make-up Cassie provided both of us never smeared or needed much refreshing. Then Maria appeared at the door beaming. "Are you as good at everything else too?" she asked. "Some things I'm still learning," I replied evasively, and picked up my purse, reminding myself to keep my thighs together no matter what! "Oh? You like to try new things? Then watch out for Denise. She loves new things." There was a downstairs restaurant where the "Lunch Bunch" met every day, and we were quickly seated. "Our usual table," Maria explained. "The owner seems to feel he owes us." "He does indeed," another impeccably dressed doll-faced woman said. "Or I send his wife a compromising picture I took of us once in his office back there, and he knows it. Nothing happened, I'm not into guys, that's the amusing part. But she'd never believe that, and he knows that too, so it keeps this table reserved for us. Hi, I'm Denise. 'Dennie.' You're the new Wonder Woman who just put us all back to work?" "Hallie," I said, taking her extended hand and smiling back at her. "I do try." I sat down and was introduced to two girls from the typing pool, and ordered a salad. I was almost down to the ultra slim waistline Cassie thought went best with my figure. They resumed a conversation they'd been having when we arrived. "So what did you decide?" Denise asked one of the typists. "Oh, I'm having them done," she replied. "A walk-in procedure, no big deal. A week to heal, and I'll feel a lot better afterward." "That depends on who's doing the feeling," Maria said with a wicked smile. "I wouldn't do that to myself just to give a man more to grab onto." "I mean my self-esteem, I'll feel better about myself," she said a little defiantly. Then added more shyly, "And collagen implants in my nipples are supposed to increase their feeling enormously. That's what they say. I'll let you know." That seemed to quiet the group down. Reason enough for breast enhancement, they seemed to think. I could agree. "Have you ever had boob work done, Hallie," Denise asked. "Judging by their exposure in that blouse, you're pretty proud of them." "No, they're still growing," I said. Then since that might sound odd for a girl in her mid-twenties, I added, "I just went on the pill, and that fills them out." "The pill, eh?" Denise commented. "I suppose you have your reasons. You're seeing someone?" "No, no one. Well, there's one guy, we're friends, but he feels free to act as if I weren't even in the room." That's Jerry, I told myself. And that's me making a clever remark about him. "Like that guy Cassie sees sometimes," Maria told the assembled, me included. "That gynecologist she's been incorporating." "In more ways than one," Denise added, grinning. "Yes, no matter who walks in and sees what they're doing, he doesn't even slow down." I absorbed this information with a bit of shock. "Don't ...ah, we all see gynecologists?" I tried to ask innocently. "Yes," Maria said. "But we go to their offices. This guy comes to Cassie's. He's up there three, four times a week." "In more ways than one," Denise added again. "For an hour or more each time, with the door closed," Maria finished. "Clarice says that listening to the sounds they make, she has to call her husband to come home early to help her out, and go home early herself, and she says that as often as not she has to help herself out even before it's time to go home." I sat silent at this news, the old feeling twisting in my belly. Cassie with another man? Confirmed? "You said you were her roommate once," Maria said to me. "Was she always like this?" "Not so I knew about it," I said. Treacherously, my prick had began to harden in my panties! My God, how shameful! Cassie was certainly right that I get off on humiliation! "I bet her husband doesn't know either," Denise said. "Or maybe he doesn't care. I saw him once at an office party. He was real cute, but he was wearing tight pants and pretty obviously waving his ass at the men. Word has it he's gay. Can you blame her for getting it wherever she finds it?" None of us could. "I saw her gynecologist once," one of the typists said. "Big handsome guy. He could cover any two of us with that gorgeous body. Maybe fill any two of us too." "Anatomically improbable," Denise said. "Well, I've got to go." We took our purses and stood up. "My treat," Maria said, leaving some bills. "Tomorrow you can treat me." "Or me," Denise said, smiling at me, looking me straight in the eyes, and just barely touching my arm. "You do look a treat, Hallie!" And she bustled away. There was no question of it. Tuned in or not, that was a pass. And from a lesbian. I wondered if it was impersonal, that Denise routinely approaches and flirts with every woman she meets, or if this was going to be something of problem. Meanwhile I was still absorbing the devastating gossip I'd heard. Was it only gossip? Cassie indeed having an affair? My stomach sank even lower under its heavy burden. The other two girls went off, flashing white teeth and pleasantries, and Maria took me back up to my closet-sized office. I was beginning to find my way around the rabbit warren of cubbies on this floor. "On this floor you can get lost," Maria said. "Upstairs, where the lawyers and their associates work, there are fewer corridors and more open spaces, more conference rooms and things. Oh look, you have two more messages. Well, we both have work. See ya!" end 11/13 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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+