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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

When I started work after graduating, times were tight, and nights out were expensive, most of my money went on rent and bills, so those nights out were very much a premium and those of us who started with the company at the same time tended to have cheap nights in a lot of the time.

As a result of one of these nights in, Kate (a colleague with a boyfriend overseas) and I started a FWB relationship, sharing a bed every now and then and on one particular occasion sharing stories of our past.

She therefore knew I’d had the odd experience while dressed at Univeristy (1 with a female hockey player and repeated nights with my female manager at the nightclub I worked at,@# well as a New Year’s Eve dalliance with the owner of the club, which repeated itself twice).

Kate being a size 16/18 and me being just a bit bigger, we’d had a couple of evenings in her lingerie, and she made me up on one occasion too… these were our replacement nights out. Most of what we did was vanilla, though she did use a vibrator on me once, which I enjoyed, but it was mainly reciprocated oral, or normal sex in a variety of positions, and rooms!

We’d also had a giggle, as she told me that there was someone she worked with who had the hots for me, but wouldn’t tell me who it was. I eventually went through all the females, including the 60 year old secretary, before she eventually put me out of her misery and told me it was a guy called Damien.

So it came that on a Friday two weeks before Christmas, her housemate was away and we were having one of our dress up sessions, and she told me that Damien had broken up with his boyfriend and as a result his +1 for the department Christmas party was free if I was interested. It was a Dinner Dance at the local Holiday Inn, and while the night out was not to be sniffed at, I wasn’t ready for the ribbing at being Damien’s +1.

“What if I made you up and you went in one of my cocktail dresses?” Kate said, and I laughed… but noticed she was deadly serious. “Me, you and Damien will be the only 3 who know, and even though you’ll probably be twigged as a crossdresser, no one will know it’s you, I can promise you that. So what do you reckon?”

“OK, if you can make me over tomorrow and I agree that I don’t look like me, I’ll do it.” I said “but we will need to get a wig and I’ll need a pair of shoes that fit me.”

“We‘ll hop on a train into London tomorrow morning and we can get what we need and then have a proper dress-up session tomorrow evening” Kate said, before noticing this chat had got me hard as a rock, and cutting off the conversation for some long and varied sex.

The next day we were up early, and Kate made me shave my legs and wear ker knickers and a pair of tights, as she wanted me to try on shoes. We jumped on the train and hit the department stores, looking for a size 9 pair of heels. 25 years on, size 9s are everywhere, but back were not easy to find, and we found a pair which would do, but Kate, having told the lady it was for fancy dress, asked if there was anywhere that did a bigger range of large shoes, and the lady sent us to Evans, where we found a pair of 3” heeled black stilettos in a size 9 wide fit, which Kate said would be perfect with the dress she had in mind for me.

Shoes purchased, we found a brunette bob wig, and headed home on the train. Once there, I was dispatched to shave legs, chest and arms, and Kate came and completed the hair removal, before starting the full makeover. Fully made up, she put out lingerie, which I slid into. She then came in with the dress she had in mind for me, and while a little tight, it fit reasonably, though I needed to pad the bra somewhat as she had a D cup. I’d also need to wear a different bra, so Kate suggested I shop for strapless bra, thong and suspender belt in my size in the week, as there was no trace of me and I merely resembled a tall slightly masculine girl, so I began to think I could do this. The dress was black and sparkly. It had a halter neck which tied behind the neck, and diamanté’s in a pattern across the chest are and down the right leg. There was a very high clit up the left leg (to mid thigh) which made my legs look amazing, though I’d need to be careful not to give a flask of stock8ng and suspenders.

Kate had me out of the dress so as not to spoil it, but I popped on another dress and we opened a bottle of wine and chilled to have a girlie night for the rest of the night, me getting used to walking up and down in heels initially, then having a bit of a dance later.

We collapsed in bad at about 11, excited at the thought of next Saturday.

When we woke, we were both incredibly aroused and spent a hot day just enjoying each other and thinking about the weekend ahead. Kate sent me packing with the heels and tights, telling me to practice each evening (I lived alone) and reminding me I needed to get a strapless bra (40D), thong and suspenders, preferably in black and some black stockings as well. We finished off the weekend with Kate giving me a blow job then coming up and sharing my cum with me (my first taste since the last NYE party at Uni) before she sent me packing before her housemate came back from her boyfriend’s.

A fair bit more to follow when I get chance….

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By *ack Seat LoverTV/TS
over a year ago

Woking

Love your stories! Sooo jealous! Xx

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By *ndrea54TV/TS
over a year ago

cambridge

You lucky girl, loving the story

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By *eterpervisMan
over a year ago

back where i came from

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over a year ago

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By *omenameTV/TS
over a year ago

GALWAY

Excellent start

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

I nervously drove to a big Marks and Spencer’s after work on Monday, and armed with a hastily scribbled list, I managed to pick up everything I needed without blowing the budget. I rushed home and couldn’t wait to try the bra and thong on, noting how they fit slightly better for being a size 18 and 40D, rather than the 16 and 38D that Kate wore. The memories came flooding back and it wasn’t long before I was on the bed, still in the lingerie, and cumming intensely from a rapid orgasm.

I ate the bare minimum all week, desperately trying to lose a tad of weight before Saturdays party, and have to say that the week itself didn’t see much productive work done, as my mind just raced away thinking of the weekend. I had a coffee with Kate on Tuesday, and another with Kate, Damien and a girl called Seema on the Thursday, where they excitedly talked about the dinner dance, and I bemoaned the fact that I’d be bored at home. I had a chuckle to myself that night as I paraded round the flat in my high heels, getting properly used to them now.

Friday morning, I packed my girlie things in a small bag and went to work as normal. Again, not very productive, but 4 o’clock came round quickly and I drove round to Kate’s via the shop to pick up a couple of bottles of wine. Kate was a little late, as she had been to pick up some glue on nails that we had forgotten, so I was sat outside in the car when she got there. She told me she was going to do a final trial of everything so we spent the first 90 minutes getting me dressed, then at 7 the doorbell rang, and she ran downstairs. She shouted me and I went down, to find Damien standing agog.

“Wow, you do look good” he said, “we’re going to have fun tomorrow I can see.” He’d brought round a bottle of wine, so after slipping out of the dress into another one, we chilled and had a couple of glasses of wine before he headed home, giving us both a peck on the cheek, though I noticed the hand that rested on my backside, and stayed there a little too long, never went near Kate’s.

Kate and I opened a second bottle and watched tv, before I took the chance to open her legs and dive between, messing my makeup up as I tasted her at length. We decided on an early night at that point, as we had a busy and long day the next day, though not before I stripped the dress off and took Kate from behind on all fours. She said she’d never seen me so horny, and she was right. I flashed back to the times before in lingerie and stockings and remembered that when dressed my sexual appetite went through the roof. We collapsed in a heap and Kate made me take the make up off with some wipes before we hit the sack.

Saturday saw us lie in and enjoy each other’s bodies a couple more times. Kate got her vibrator out again and teased me, and we had 2 orgasms each before a scented bath was drawn and I soaked and shaved all over again, with Kate doing the bits I couldn’t reach. For some reason, and don’t ask what made me, I shaved a landing strip above my bits as well (Kate had one and I thought it added that bit extra). I put on a robe of Kate’s and she filed and painted my toenails a dark red colour, she also tried the stick on nails for size and painted 10 of those in matching red while they were on blobs of blue tack stuck to an A4 folder (funny what you remember isn’t it?) Once the toenails were dried, I slipped into some shorts and a t-shirt and made us a light lunch.

After lunch, I shaved my face and Kate put a face mask on us both. We chilled with a coffee before peeling it off, and then the real hard work started. Kate made me up first, even better than the trial run, and then started to get herself ready. I started putting on my base layers, stockings and suspenders first, then thong and bra. We had spent some time with the face masks on stuffing old tights with tissue paper, balling them up to make reasonably shaped breast forms to fill the D cups. I slipped these in, then put the robe back on and finally slipped the wig on. My Mum wouldn’t have recognised me!

Kate was ready soon after and she looked stunning in a basque, thong and stockings, her hair in ringlets. She gave me a necklace and bracelet and some clip on earrings she had from the days before she was pierced, and we squeezed a couple of rings on with the help of some lube. She then added another layer of mascara really making my lashes stand out, played with my hair and applied some hairspray and some lip gloss, before getting the glue out and attaching the nails to my very unfeminine bitten fingernails and spraying me with some perfume.

6:45 and all that was missing was the dress and the heels. Kate supplied the dress and zipped me up, and I returned the favour. Wow, she looked good, and I kind of wished I was taking her on my arm, but then I looked at myself and realised I was going to have so much more fun. A clutch bag was placed in my hand, with lipstick, a compact mirror, a tiny bottle of perfume, and a purse which I stuffed about £40 in. Kate wrapped a throw around my shoulders and that was that.

Damien picked us up at 7 and was mightily impressed. He reminded us that Kate and I didn’t really know each other as far as everyone else was concerned, so we should not start the evening as bosom buddies. I was a little put off by this, but Damien told me he’d be there for me, and off we went.

We met up with the other department members at the hotel bar and I was introduced, Damien called me Michelle, and it dawned on me we hadn’t come up with a name. I smiled sweetly and tried to put on a neutral voice, but I think everyone knew I was male, but wasn’t surprised by it as Damien was completely out as gay. I was accepted though, and we chatted (me playing ignorant about the company and asking dumb questions about it). Dinner was nice, and the wine flowed. As the evening went on, Kate and I “became friends” and danced a little together, though we were both getting male attention from other department members and from other companies there.

At about ten, Kate was barged by a guy on the dance floor and went over on her ankle. It came up like a balloon and she needed an ambulance, which was called, and which left me there with Damien. I felt awful leaving her to go alone, but as I “barely knew her” what could I do. A single guy from the department ended up accompanying her, and Damien and I danced away the evening and had as great a time as we could.

The department head was the only person with a mobile phone (different times) and he got a call saying Kate had broken a bone in her foot but given she had been drinking and lived alone they were keeping her in overnight. Nothing for it, I’d have to go home with Damien and work the rest out the next morning.

We called a cab, chattered excitedly all the way home, and Damien opened a bottle when we got in. His housemate Cathy was away so we put some music on and talked while drinking the wine. Then he kissed me, and much to my surprise I kissed him back. When we eventually came up for air, Damien said he wasn’t expecting that. “This isn’t the first time” I said, “but I only have a thing for guys when dressed.”

“I’m fine with that” said Damien “but no pressure, there’s Cathy’s room or you can come in with me, your call.” I kissed him again, finished my wine and told him to take me to bed.

I removed the dress and shoes, but showing my naivety, didn’t think about removing makeup, I just jumped into bed in my lingerie, and was waiting for Damien when he walked naked into the room. His was bigger than any cock I’d ever played with, and as he lay down next to me and we kissed I began playing with it, trying my hardest not to stab him with my red talons. He certainly responded to my touch, getting hard quickly, and I slid down to take him in my mouth. As I refamiliarised myself with oral, Damien caressed my legs and bottom, and he was soon ready to burst, which I encouraged him to do. He filled my mouth with three pulses, which I managed to swallow, before a couple more spurts covered my lip and cheek, but I tidied that up, and moved up, kissed him and lay on the pillow next to him.

“Wow, unexpected!” He said. “But fantastic” and he kissed me again. He stroked the front of my thong, sensing me getting hard as he touched me, but I moved his hand away and said maybe later. “Beauty sleep” I said, kissing him and turning over, letting him snuggle into me in the spoon position, and feeling him twitch into my back, gradually hardening and rubbing against my bottom, before we both fell into a deep sleep.

We were woken by his phone ringing at 10am and he ran downstairs to answer. I nipped to the loo and realised my make up was a state, but didn’t know what I could do. I found a couple of wipes and removed what I could, but for some reason put some lipstick back on when I got back to bed. Damien returned with 2 coffees and we sat cuddling in bed drinking them. “That was Kate” he said. “She’s likely to be discharged after rounds early this afternoon and she wanted to know if we can collect her. I said we could.”

“Sounds good” I said and sipped my coffee before pulling a face.

“What’s up?” He said

“Well, I’ve an evening dress, high heels and nothing else, so what am I going to put on to pick her up?”

“Well, we can leave you in the car, or could be more fun if we found something in Cathy’s wardrobe for you.”

I said I’d think about it, and we kissed. Damien asked what I wanted to do, and I told him I’d love to feel him inside me. “Hoped you’d say that” he said, and reached into a drawer and fished out some condoms. He took his time lubing me up and opening me with first one, then a second and finally a third finger. Come this point, I was begging him to slide into me, which he gently did inch by inch. As he did, I felt myself stirring and before long I was as hard as a rock. He started moving in and out and within about 12 gentle thrusts I came floods without touching myself. Damien was getting thicker inside me and I could tell it wouldn’t be long, and he also came buckets inside the condom before falling forward and putting his arms around me. We fell asleep again before waking and realising we needed to get moving, but not before I sucked him to another creamy finish.

So, 2 hours later, decision made, I’d removed the rest of last night’s make up, showered, and was looking through Cathy’s wardrobe (we’d cleared it with her saying Damien’s friend who stayed over needed to borrow some things), and I ended up with a red satin feel shell top and a calf length black pleated skirt. I managed to find some of Cathy’s make up and having remembered roughly what Kate had done, I scrubbed up not too bad, and we headed to the hospital. I said very little on the way I recall, as I was nervous, and I nearly bottled out, but a hug and kiss from Damien filled me with confidence.

Kate’s face when she saw me was a picture. A high heeled Michelle pushed Kate to the lift and to reception while Damien brought the car round. Once home, Kate was on the sofa and I began the task of looking after her. We both had a fortnight off with Christmas being round the corner. Kate had lost her mother two years ago, and didn’t speak to her father, and was due to be flying to see her partner for Christmas in the US, going on some walking trail, which she wouldn’t be able to do. He wasn’t happy and said he was still doing it and they had a massive argument while I skulked in the kitchen, and there was a distinct feeling of breakup in the air……

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By *ompany4UMan
over a year ago

Coventry

Great story can't wait to read more next time

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By *oxy4youTV/TS
over a year ago

Henfield

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over a year ago

manchester

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over a year ago

bradford

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

I was short on plans for Christmas, as my Mum and Dad were visiting family in Australia for 6 weeks, and all I really had was an offer for Christmas Day at an elderly Aunt’s, so we decided to do Christmas at Kate’s. She’d already put in a claim for a refund on her flight, and Mum and Dad sent me a load of cash to do what I wanted for Christmas, so we decided to cut no corners and have a good one between us.

I went to mine to check everything was right. I lived in a kind of annex to a main house and the couple who lived there had been a little concerned and intrigued about my recent absence, so I explained about Kate’s injury and that I’d be supporting her over Christmas. They asked if it would be alright if their daughter, who was coming back as a surprise for Christmas, borrowed my room for the duration of her stay in return for a rent rebate, which I said was fine. So I called Kate and said I needed to tidy and stayed over the night, dining with Mike and Caroline,

I nipped stuff over to Kate’s and checked on her, then spent most of the next day tidying and putting my small collection of effects away out of sight. Then finally, I packed another small bag of bits and bobs and as I was about to leave, Mike and Caroline’s daughter arrived and thanked me for freeing up my room (her married brothers were taking the two other spare rooms) and I left them and moved into Kate’s for Christmas.

I entered full on carer mode in the week leading up to Christmas; cooking, cleaning, fetching, carrying, washing, shopping, and pretty much everything, but we had fun and managed to watch a film most nights, got out for a bite to eat a couple of days before Christmas and went to the cinema as well. Kate also spent a lot of time teaching me how to do my own make up, and come Boxing Day, I was fairly proficient.

Christmas Day we did a traditional turkey dinner, drank way too much wine and ate loads of chocolate. It was a quiet day, but we both enjoyed it and made the most of it. We shared a couple of fantasies with each other, arranged a date where we could get away for a few days in the spring, and eventually fell asleep on the sofa watching Christmas tv.

Just after Christmas, Damien came round for tea, and I cooked in Michelle mode which was nice. The parting kiss that evening lingered a little longer than it should, and Kate teased me for a couple of days, usually while she was between my legs, sucking and licking away and teasing me that she bet that Michelle wished that this was her doing this to Damien, and saying that she’d love to secretly watch me in action.

Christmas was fun and Kate started feeling a little stronger and was limping around on her cast, meaning she had a degree of independence. So, when Damien suggested a night out for Michelle, she insisted I go. I’d got myself some make up basics and Kate had promised me a dress for Christmas, so we nipped shopping in the local town. I got a classy dress which I paired with a blazer type jacket of Kate’s, and we went out locally for drinks, dinner and on to a club (remember those?). Damien was very hands on in the club, which got me going, and we frequently ended up snogging each other’s face off, which made me a frequent visitor to the Ladies to keep putting my face back on, much to the amusement of the odd girl I met in there. When Damien was at the bar, I had to fend off a couple of suitors, one who wouldn’t take no for an answer, till I went full on with my voice and whispered in his ear “I’m a bloke” which did the trick…..

It was great fun, and it seemed Damien and Michelle were filling a gap in each other’s lives. I knew I didn’t want it to last, but I was enjoying the new me while I could. Over dinner I had learned that Damien was a little wilder than anyone thought. He went to parties where pretty much anything goes, playing with multiple partners and generally living a much wilder life than I ever could have imagined. With hindsight, I got the feeling he was testing me to see how wild I was, but we will come to that later.

As we left the club, we found a dark spot near the station and I gave Damien a quick BJ (he’d been excited all night) before we walked back to Kate’s. We sneaked in as quietly as we could and Damien lifted my dress and took me on the living room floor, again vigorously, and in a first for me, making me cum in my panties without touching myself. After cleaning ourselves up, Damien took the second bedroom and I slept with Kate….. after our first sexual activity since her accident (a quick 69) when I slipped into bed next to her and she stirred from her light sleep.

The next morning, horny as anything, I spooned up to Kate and having touched her and felt her wetness, and checked she wanted to, I slid inside her and we gently coupled for the first time in a while. It was a wholesome and romantic interlude, and when it finished she rolled over and kissed me, saying thank you and beginning to cry. “Andy called while you were out and finished things yesterday. All the time apart has meant we’ve just grown apart. Right thing to do for both of us, but thanks for making me feel wanted.” I hugged her tighter, and we stayed there for most of the morning (trips to the kitchen for coffee aside).

Damien had left about 09:30, promising to call, and Kate and I had a short stroll, meeting the terms of her physio requirements, to the end of street cafe and back. Coffee and cake and a chat always cheers me up and it seemed to have the same effect on Kate, and we sat there nattering and talking through her situation for a good 90 minutes (or 3 coffees and 2 cakes each)!

We then gently strolled home and put on a dvd and curled up on the sofa. Damien called Kate that evening and they had a long chat while I rustled up a late supper which we ate from our laps. “Damien invited us to a NYE party.” she said “well when I say us, me and Michelle…. Think he quite likes her!”

“Haha. Well he’s a fun guy and Michelle certainly enjoys hanging out with him. Are we going?” I asked.

“Sure, though we need to think of costumes… it’s Fancy Dress.”

Kate still having a plaster boot on made options for her difficult. We decided on pirate as we could repurpose her crutch. The world was very much my oyster and we went through various ideas before Kate suggested just going to the costume shop and seeing what they had in my size, which I did. I tried on half the shop I think, with half a dozen costumes fitting me. There was a policewoman, a nurse and a French maid, a 60s style outfit, a Marilyn Monroe dress and what was loosely described as a Madonna outfit, which was basically a strappy frilly dress with some fingerless gloves.

I put a couple aside for an hour while I nipped round town to see if I could get bits to accompany one of my choices, and returned an hour later taking the costume I’d plumped for and the pirate costume for Kate, as well as the maid costume, as I though Kate and I could both have some fun with that one.

New Years Eve was the next day and we found ourselves going through the routine we had done a few times recently. Bath, shave and make up, this time with me doing my own. Soon enough, we were ready and the pirate and Marilyn headed to the party. I thought the dress just looked sexy and classy, and I completed the look with blonde Marilyn wig, some basic fashion jewellery including some dangly clip on earrings and some rings that fit me, matching strapless bra, thong and suspender belt picked up in M&S, and natural colour stockings along with a pair of white peep toe heels I’d picked up in the Evans sale. I’m not sure my parents intended the Christmas money to be spent that way!

Given the taxi situation on New Years Eve, I’d volunteered to drive, so having got Kate in the car, I leaped in the driver seat and promptly stalled the car three times. Driving in high heels isn’t easy!

We had to keep up appearances, and given there was no parking I’d have to park about 300 yards away from the party, so I dropped Kate close by then parked up and meandered back, difficult in the 4 inch heels and it was cold as well. I passed a few revellers who wolf whistled and a group of lads who were somewhat more lecherous, but I revelled in the enjoyment of being out and about on my own for the first time.

On arrival at the party, things were in full swing with about 20 people there, dancing and talking. Kate was in a chair resting up, and Seema from work, who I’d met both in male mode and at the Christmas dinner, whizzed me for a dance (bless her, she didn’t have a clue who I really was) and before long my feet were killing me so I went and sat with Kate.

Damien joined us a while later and the conspiratorial chuckles started. It was fun that no one recognised me, and there were 4 people from work there, 1 from a different department who I barely knew. As the night went on, I had the odd joke grope on the bum from both male and female guests, and before we knew it, midnight came around. Kisses from all, male and female, and a whisper in my ear from Damien to “meet me in the kitchen in ten”, which I of course did. There was a utility room off the kitchen and he whisked me into it, blocking the door with a wedge and saying “don’t want to spoil your makeup… quickie?”

So skirt up, thong to one side, and condom on and I was taken much more quickly than previously over the washer dryer. It felt so naughty, but great fun, Damien was more vigorous than the time before, and I had to fight to not moan, but he came in his condom, gave me a lovely hug and a quick kiss, and I sneaked out into the kitchen while Damien stayed in cover. I made myself a soft drink, reapplied my loopy and went and sat with Kate. He reappeared ten minutes later with everyone seemingly none the wiser and the party carried on.

At about 2:00 after another hour or so of dancing and generally being the life and soul of the party, flashing my stocking tops to all and sundry and enjoying hands on my bottom from men and women alike (so far removed from normal me it’s untrue) my feet couldn’t take any more, and I took my leave, offering to drop Kate home on my way (keeping up appearances). Kisses again all round, and an invite to another (dinner) party in a months time from one of Damien’s friends… Michelle had a better social life than I did.

Kate was in a cheeky, drink-fuelled tease mode all the way home, sliding her hand up my dress while I drove and teasing the front of my panties, and she had picked up from her vantage point that Damien and I had disappeared at roughly the same time. Cards on the table I told her what had happened at the Christmas party, when we had gone out and in the utility room, and she just laughed. I told her I could get used to this open relationship mullarky, and she said let’s have some fun (being just out of a relationship that lasted since her first term at Uni, I think she was ready to let her hair down).

She leant me a nightgown and we enjoyed a girlie sleepover, after a little bit of oral fun both ways, before I eased her onto all fours and gave her a slightly more vigorous session than we’d managed since the injury. This was followed by another gentle lovemaking session in the morning…. I was looking forward to her cast being removed!

We talked about the next few days and what they held. Kate had an appointment to have a look at her ankle, so I took her to that and she had the cast replaced with a strong bandage, which meant she could be more active and we could work on strengthening her legs by walking around. We decided to tell people at work we were dating, so I could effectively move in and help her with the commute, shopping and everything else. Her housemate Lisa was cool with this, but it did mean that Michelle had to disappear when Lisa was around, as Lisa worked with us as well, and I didn’t want this growing arms and legs.

Before we knew it it was Bank Holiday Monday and we were back at work the next day. I called Mike and Caroline to check if I was ok to call in after work on Tuesday to pick some things up, which was fine. Clothes were ironed, bags packed and an early night was taken, as Michelle the Christmas tv went back in the closet for a while. But for how long….?

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By *artina cdTV/TS
over a year ago

co dublin

Fabulous,

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By *r ed300Man
over a year ago

bradford

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over a year ago

Loving the story so far

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

The answer was three weeks. Lisa had started seeing a guy who worked in her home town and she planned a trip a few weeks into the new year. Kate suggested we have a girls night out, and we planned drinks and a trip to the club I’d visited with Damien over Christmas.

Flush with my rent rebate, I went and got myself a new dress and some new underwear and tights, as the dress was, shall we say, short!

So Friday after work we rushed back, and started to get ready. Kate couldn’t risk heels at this point but she was cast free and was OK walking on her bad foot. She was 5’4” tall whereas I, in my 3 inch black heels, touched 6’2”. I’d lost a bit of weight since Christmas and was feeling really good about myself. We attracted a fair bit of attention in the two bars we visited, and I think we bought 1 drink all night, but this was nothing compared to the attention we got in the club.

Two girls on their own tend to get attention, but when one is over 6 feet tall and almost a foot taller than her friend, we’ll you can guess. Drinks kept coming and we were constantly being dragged off for dances, and when one pair of suitors really wouldn’t take no for an answer, Kate reached in and snogged me, and jaws dropped while we escaped to the Ladies.

After a call of nature, much much harder in tights than it had been in stockings, and refreshing our make up, we made our way to the bar… and bumped into 4 guys from work. I nearly crapped my pants, and Kate did all the talking after accepting drinks. They asked where “I” was, and were told I’d gone home for the weekend, and then started asking what this “I” did, and Kate told them I worked in retail. Fortunately, they were more than 3 sheets to the wind, and never put two and two together. They were quite hands on with both of us, both sat at the table we found and on the dance floor, but never went too far. Theydid try to get an invite back to Kate’s but we managed to fob that off by saying we were staying at mine, and that I had 2 flat mates who would be in bed. Kissing them goodnight, we jumped in a cab, and once round the corner started laughing out loud, much to the amusement of our cab driver.

We were properly buzzing when we got home, and had a nightcap. Kate didn’t wait till the bedroom that night and slid up my dress and pulled down my tights before straddling me on the sofa. She had really got into having sex with me while fully dressed and made up, and I teased her afterwards, but she told that male me always came through in our lovemaking no matter how girlie I looked.

We had a little lie in on Saturday, as we were a bit hungover, and realised we had nothing for dinner when we eventually got up, so Kate suggested we go down the local for tea, and so that’s what we did. When back we talked seriously about things for the first time. We had to decide where our next roles in the company would be, as we changed jobs after 12 months on the graduate scheme, so September would be the date of change. I was wanted in another role in head office (I was an accountant) whereas Kate was interested in a European procurement role based in Spain. We decided to keep things on the open relationship, fun while it lasts, basis and to let me explore the Michelle side of things, and that should Kate meet anyone, she had free rein to play as well (all other play was to be safe though). On that note, we decided I should give the month’s notice on my flat and move in permanently, so I resolved to let Mike and Caroline know after work on Monday.

After a couple more drinks in the pub, we were shattered and an early night followed, though not after I reminded Kate of proper male me by taking the lead in bed. My slightly dominant side was so different to Michelle’s more submissive demeanour, and Kate chuckled as we went to sleep in each other’s arms.

After a relaxing Sunday, we went into work on Monday and the morning was quite busy with meetings. At lunch we went to the canteen as usual. There were a dozen or so of us on the grad scheme, and we ate together most days. The guys we had bumped into were talking about Kate’s tall mate and how much fun she was, and I was making up bits of what I’d got up to on my weekend away. Kate emailed me that afternoon saying they really didn’t have a clue and that Rob, one of the 4, was trying to get Kate to sort a night out. The thought scared me somewhat!

Work was very much back to normal, and I was busy all afternoon, before heading to see Mike and Caroline to give them the news of me moving out. When I got in the house (my annex was accessible through the hallway) I shouted hi, and the voice that greeted me was their daughter who was still around. She told me they’d been held up at work (they ran their own business) but wouldn’t be long, and asked me if I wanted a cuppa.

She was a few years younger than me (20) and was called Beth I discovered. She was currently on a year out travelling and had decided to spend a couple of months at home before hitting Europe and working as a travel rep on one of the Spanish islands. She thanked me again for letting her use the annex and explained she had moved into the main house now her brothers had disappeared.

When she nipped to the loo, I went to the annex just to grab a couple of things, and found an empty M&S stocking packet on the chest of drawers next to the tv. No doubt about it, these were my original purchases, and I felt myself go bright red and panic set in.

Checking in the mirror that I’d returned to normal, I went back into the main house to carry on with my cuppa. I said nothing and we carried on chatting, before Beth said “Your girlfriend wears stocking does she? Not many girls of our age do! Sorry, I found the pack as it had slipped under the bed, but didn’t want to throw it away so left it on the side.”

Sensing an “out” I said “Yes, Kate wears stockings occasionally and it must have slipped there when she came round.” But I could feel myself reddening.

“Don’t worry” Beth said, “nothing to be embarrassed about, stockings are way sexier and you’re a grown man, so if she’s been wearing stockings for you, good for you. If that’s what it was….” She looked at me above her cup of tea with a knowing look at that point.

Fuelled with the confidence of Michelle’s outings, And knowing I was effectively moving out, I sighed and looked at her and said “You’re right, they’re mine” and started explaining, only to be interrupted by a key in the door and a cheery hi from Caroline, who apologised for being late.

“It’s alright Mum, we’ve been getting to know each other and I've been a good hostess. I’ll leave you to it, and we can finish getting to know each other another time can’t we?”

I nodded and said “sure, sounds like a plan.”

“Will you eat with us?” said Caroline, and never turning down a free meal, I of course said yes and quickly called Kate to tell her.

So I sat and had a nice meal with Mike and Caroline, and Beth, and explained the situation. They were sad, but happy for me, and we agreed on one month’s notice, but I told them if they needed the room just to let me know any I’d move everything out before. They were lovely people, and had really kept an eye out for me in my first couple of months down South.

After dinner, I excused myself to pack a few things away and Beth offered to give me a hand as she was bored. As we packed she probed me on the stockings, but was somewhat surprised when I told her the extent of what I did in terms of dressing (I left out the Damien bit). “I’ll have to come on a night out with you and Kate” she said, as we zipped up a second hold all to go with the two boxes of books I’d put together. “I’ll suggest it to Kate” I laughed, and we exchanged email addresses before she helped me to the car with the bags and boxes. I hugged her goodbye, thanks Mike and Caroline and arranged to come back whenever they needed me.

I dropped the bags in Kates room and the two boxes of books in the garden shed, and collapsed exhausted next to Kate on the sofa. Lisa was with her, watching tv, so we just chatted about work and the move rather than anything else.

As we slipped between the sheets later though, as I was stroking Kate between the legs, I told her the bare bones of what had happened and she was wide eyed. She was also more than a little wet, wetter than my stroking usually made her, and I asked what she thought. She said she thought Beth sounded like fun, and if Kate wasn’t on the scene maybe Beth would have been interested in knowing both me and Michelle. With a little more prompting, she reached a shuddering orgasm, with my cock hard as steel against her side. We kissed deeply, and went off to sleep, in my case to dream of a girlie night out with Kate and Beth, fighting off the attention of blokes left, right and centre!

Tuesdays were usually boring (weekly departmental meeting in the morning, dealing with queries from other departments all afternoon) and this was no different. Morning coffee at 1100 was fun though, as I met up with Kate, Damien and Seema. We chatted generally and then Damien mentioned his friend’s dinner party, which they’d come up with a date of 17th Feb for, with a red and white theme (Valentines apparently). Seema asked if I’d be there as Kate’s plus one, but I hastily cobbled together a University catchup in London to get out of it, so she arranged to go as a pair with Kate, and I immediately lost myself in thoughts of a Ed and white outfit for this dinner party, even though it was another fortnight away.

Kate and I arranged to go late night shopping for outfits on Thursday, and being similar sizes (but different lengths) we would almost be able to share outfits. We were going straight from work, so to make the trying on better, Kate had me in a thong and a pair of hold up stockings under my work clothes all day. To say I was horny with the trousers sliding over the stockings would be an understatement!

So into town we went after work, and after a light tea, we hit the shops. From memory we went to Miss Selfridge, Top Shop, Next, Dorothy Perkins, Debenhams, Wallis and Evans. I think we must have tried on about 20 different outfits, and we ended up picking up 4. There was a very tight red dress with a low front to show off cleavage and which reached mid thigh from Top Shop, a white dress from Next which flared slightly out to mid thigh as well, then a one piece trouser jumpsuit in red with black buttons from Dorothy Perkins (again, cleavage!) and a red sequin ankle length dress with dramatic slit up the left thigh from Debenhams. Matching red heels in the Evans sale in both our sizes completed the haul, well strictly speaking fresh stocking from M&S did that. Arms full, we slinked off home, smuggling the items in so as not to arouse too much suspicion on Lisa’s behalf. While in Debenhams we used the last of my Christmas money to buy a better wig. Brunette, shoulder length and waves, it set me back £80 but I knew I desperately wanted it, so took a deep breath and went for it.

Friday saw an email from Beth, asking how things were and saying she wasn’t joking about a night out! I replied saying I’d speak to Kate and see what she thought, though to be honest, she hadn’t stopped badgering me since the weekend. In the end we arranged a night out the weekend after the dinner party, when Lisa was on holiday with her new fella. I remember chuckling to myself in disbelief at the way my life had gone.

So the next couple of weeks were quite mundane. Quite in the sense that there was the odd frisson through chats over coffee, or between the sheets at home, but work ruled and with the exception of one interlude, male me took over. That interlude was a home waxing that Kate had booked and that she managed to get me squeezed onto as well. It was a full 3 weeks since I’d shaved, and after Kate had been done, I had my legs, chest, back and arms waxed which was a weird experience. After the initial couple of rips of pain, it was quite alright, though I was relieved that the lady in question didn’t offer intimate waxing, as I could have imagined that being rather painful. The intimate side was done with a razor in the bath as previously, but come the day before the party, I was smooth apart from the now permanent landing strip.

Saturday morning came round, and Kate and I packed a suit carrier with 2 outfits in and my hold-all, and loaded up the car ready for me to drive to Damien’s to get ready. I was his +1 for this, not Kate’s and Seema was heading to Kate’s to get ready there. We had a very horny quicky on the sofa before she got there, and I then made my excuses to head to my Uni friend’s for the night in London, secretly heading for Damien’s.

I’d left Kate with the short red dress and the trouser suit and had taken the white dress and the red sequins to decide later what to wear. I knew it was always going to be the red sequins, but she didn’t know that!

I arrived at Damien’s and went straight up to Cathy’s room to get changed while he went out to do some bits and bobs. Fortunate timing meant she was away with work in the US, so no issues from that side! I decided to get the shaving and make up out of the way early, plonked the wig and lingerie on, and slipped into a robe of Kates I’d brought along. I slipped downstairs and made a coffee and before long Damien was back and dropped down next to me on the sofa, kissing me strongly for the first time in weeks as he did.

“God I’m horny” he said

“I thought you might be” I replied. “Upstairs?”

And we rushed upstairs where he gave me a forceful, but rapid seeing to with me on my back and my ankles by his ears. It was a first in missionary for me, and I really enjoyed the submission of being pinned down by my man. We still had a couple of hours left, so I paraded the dresses for him, he agreed with my sequin choice, and we coupled again, this time with me on all fours on the bed…. I had become quite insatiable as Michelle.

After another coffee, I was given a couple of boxes by Damien. Nothing exciting he said, just a couple of thank yous for putting a smile on my face. The first was a lovely necklace, nothing expensive, but a real statement piece with would go really well with the dress I had chosen. The second box was in a white paper bag, and I was a little put out to find a butt plug in it, it was a blue rubber one, quite large at first sight, and Damien said it was just a little fun if I fancied trying it. I said I’d think about it, but maybe not tonight!

After that it was make up time, just turning the basic job I’d done to be with Damien into a more dramatic evening look. Lots of eyeliner and mascara, with plenty of dramatic eye shadow and bright red lips to match the dress. The new long earrings, statement necklace and wig all went on and I slipped my suspender belt and 5 denier natural stockings on to my incredibly smooth and waxed legs. The red heels (4 inches) came next, and after a squirt of perfume I was ready, and moved downstairs where Damien was resplendent in a burgundy suit and crisp white shirt. We looked quite the couple, even if I was a couple of inches taller than him in my heels.

Damien had booked a cab, and we headed over to his friends with a bottle of white wine and a bottle of red wine. We were the first there, and we chilled with a cocktail made by the male of the couple. Time has eroded my memory and I can’t for the life of me remember the names of Damien’s friends. Another couple were next to arrive, followed fashionably late by Kate, resplendent in the red jumpsuit and in a massive pair of heels which just about meant the jumpsuit wasn’t dragging on the floor. Seema looked great too, in a white top and a tight red pencil skirt.

A great effort made by everyone, and we settled down for a lovely evening of drinks and food. As we finished the meal and people got a little merrier, someone suggested we play truth or dare. I gulped at this thinking I couldn’t risk certain truths coming out, but risked a couple of truths early on. I disclosed my bisexuality, my male gender and to a question from Kate talked through my first experience with a male. The rest of the time I went dare, and ended up snogging Damien and the female party host, hiking my dress up my thigh to show off my stockings and suspenders and finally sitting in the centre of the room with a makeshift blindfold on and guessing who kissed me (it was Seema, her perfume being a dead giveaway). We finished the night off with some dancing before cabs were ordered and Kate and Seema dropped Damien and myself off on their way past.

Damien barely waited till the door was shut before being all over me. He lifted my dress, eased me on to the staircase and mounted me from behind after slipping the condom on. Uncomfortable it might have been, but he certainly hit the spot and I filled the front of my panties before he also came. We then headed upstairs to bed, where dress off I sucked him back to life before jumping on and riding him to another orgasm. Spent, we fell asleep, waking at about 0930 the next day… well I did. I suspect he had been awake a little longer as his condom covered, lubed cock was hard and was easing its way between my cheeks. They do say that waking up that way is heavenly, and I can’t disagree. Damien took me gently in the spoon position for a good half an hour. I leaked pre-cum for most of the duration and he filled me for a third time in about 8 hours before getting up and bringing us coffee in bed.

Kate called and told us Seema was talking about calling in at Damien’s on her way home, so any thoughts of repeats were ruled out, as I needed to shower, pack and hit the road to avoid a situation. I left in male mode 2 minutes after the call from Kate that Seema had left, and headed back to Kate’s.

Kate greeted me in lingerie and was clearly gagging for some form of relief when I walked through the door, so who was I to refuse? We went to bed and spent most of the afternoon there, barely getting up before Lisa arrived back from whatever she had been up to that weekend. I was in bed by 9…. Absolutely shattered for obvious reasons.

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By *iker197Man
over a year ago

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By *cott9191Man
over a year ago

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great story, i`m glad she has come out to play again

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By *agical HandsTV/TS
over a year ago

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So hot

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By *ndrea54TV/TS
over a year ago

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Fantastic story, really loving this

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By *eterpervisMan
over a year ago

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fabulous story.

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over a year ago

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Loving all the vivid details, makes a great tale

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over a year ago

Lisa left on her holiday on Wednesday and we kicked into prep mode for the weekend at that point. Part of we wanted to wear the jumpsuit that Kate had worn at the weekend for our girlie night out, but she said I needed to get my legs out, so that plan was kiboshed. I decided I’d go for the red dress in that case, and Kate went for the white one, meaning our shopping spree would all have had an outing.

I emailed Beth and suggested she came round for lunch so we could all get to know each other, and letting her know we had a spare room for the night too. She was fine with that and said she’d raid her Dad’s cellar for a couple of bottles to make the evening go with a bang. So Thursday I nipped into the local wine shop and picked up a couple of bottles of sparkling wine as well. Be prepared has always been my motto.

I took a day off on Friday, as the rest of my department were away on a leadership training course which I hadn’t done the necessary pre course for, so I went shopping round town for some bits and bobs. I flashed back to the first panicky trip round M&S before Christmas to get the underwear for the Christmas Party and smiled.

Debenhams was becoming a favourite one stop shop, and I picked up some foundation, powder, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner and a couple of lipsticks from there. I also found a pair of 3” heels, black patent, by Faith in a size 9 in the sale for £8 (no box) so sniffled those up. I was in the bra department and an assistant came and asked if she could help. Deep breath and I told her I was going to a fancy dress party and needed to create a cleavage some how, did she have any ideas? She pulled out a 38A wonderbra and a new thing they’d received which they were trialling, which you stuck to your boob area (her words) and pulled across to the other half and clipped in the middle. She suggested that trying that £5 special offer) under the wonderbra might give me something, and with promise that the wonderbra could be returned if no good, I plunged in.

I picked up a long sleeved shirt top in a black and white check pattern and a denim mini skirt from the Top Shop sale, and after a coffee and a sandwich in the M&S cafe, picked up some stockings as well, before returning home, weighed down with bags, and grateful at the reduced rent I was now paying, and the money I was saving on my pre-Michelle staples (CDs, DVDs, the odd football game, etc). I wasted no time trying on the wonderbra, which was tight, but squeezed spare skin into some form of cleavage. I didn’t try the stick on, as I thought I’d wait till tomorrow to see how that worked.

Kate and I had a quiet evening, prepping ourselves for the next day. Removing stray hairs from eyebrows (yes I’d started plucking them but only the odd one), tidying up downstairs, face masks, sorting out nails and painting toenails, ready for the night out. We didn’t even get sidetracked with naughtiness, though I was treated to an exquisite BJ when we went to bed.

Saturday morning came and I was extremely nervous to say the least. I showered and made myself up lightly in a day style, before deciding what to wear. I popped on a pair of tights, the new denim mini and top from the day before and filled a normal bra with my fillers, which were still holding up reasonably well, even if the old tights were starting to get a little loose - something needed doing on that front. With the brunette wig, a couple of rings and some nail polish, I didn’t think I looked to bad, and I popped to the kitchen to put together a salad for lunch.

Kate had a pair of tight, and I mean tight, jeans on with a v#neck top which really showed her boobs off nicely (jealous much?) and she had gone slightly heavy on the makeup… I sense a competitive side coming out, wanting to make sure Beth knew she was “my girl”. We pottered around, but fashionably late there was a knock on the door and Kate went. “You must be Beth, come in.” I heard…. No going back now.

“Hi Beth” I said as I nervously entered the hallway.

“Wow” was the response. “Wouldn’t know it was you!” And she pecked me on both cheeks, before stepping back for a look.

She handed over two lovely bottles of wine and we entered the living room. Kate made tea, and we sat around the table getting to know each other. Beth and Kate were almost instantly best buds, they were two peas in a pod to be honest, and I could see we were going to have a great time. We talked about my past and how this all came about, about Beth’s time travelling and when she was due to go again, and about Kate’s break-up, which she was well and truly over now, before we started talking about outfits.

I went and changed and paraded the jumpsuit first then the red dress, with Beth agreeing with Kate that I needed to get my legs out, but also agreeing that the jump suit had something about it. Kate paraded her black dress and the white one we had picked together, with all of us saying the black was better for a Saturday in Beth went and changed and showed us 3 dresses she had brought with her. One was dark blue, strappy and sparkly, one was ultra tight and very pink and the last one was a backless halterneck, with a floaty and short skirt in a champagne colour. We all plumped for the last one for her, and as it was 4 o’clock, decide it would be rude not to have a glass of fizz while we got to know each other even better.

So we chatted more about everything really while sipping a glass of the fizz I’d picked up the day before. It turned out Beth was single, had finished with a guy before she went travelling, then enjoyed herself while abroad. She was a little coy I thought, but I thought we’d hear more as the alcohol loosened her tongue. After the first glass we went upstairs to prep ourselves. Showers first, then Kate and I in our room, Beth is Lisa’s.

I tried the stick on bra, and it seemed to work, especially when we moved it further out from the centre of the chest and it pulled more skin in. The wonderbra on top didn’t really do anything, and we decided that the wonder bra, with a little bit of filling to push more skin in and up, worked better and looked better with the dress. That said, it left me feeling a little flatter than usual, but there was no choice with the dress I was wearing so I went with it, though I pushed the padding to the max and squeezed a B cup out I would guess.

Make up we went smokier and more dramatic than ever. Quite a lot of eyeliner and dark eyeshadow, lots of mascara and Kate even curled my lashes a tad which we hadn’t done before. The dress needed tights so I slipped on some glossy but very low denier tights with a thong, a bracelet on each wrist, my new necklace which sat beautifully in “my” cleavage, and when my new black patent heels went on, I’d be ready. Though Kate had a surprise for me, and gave me a small package, which I took to be another bracelet, but she said it was for my ankle, so I slid it on and it looked amazing. I sat and sipped on my fizz, as Kate slipped into her black dress. This was tight, and she couldn’t avoid a VPL, so she took her thong off and simply wore hold ups. It was a good job my thong was tight as I could feel stirrings at that thought.

We headed downstairs, followed a couple of minutes later by Beth. She had the highest heels on of all of us, 4 inches with a strap round the ankle. She looked amazing, bare-legged and the dress just hanging there. Her hair was shaved at the back and she had a high slightly waved bob, (with hindsight she reminded me of Cerys Matthews from Catatonia, but they didn’t exist at this point!)

We booked a cab for 8:30 and sat down to finish the fizz. Pre-drinks the kids call it these days, as if they invented the concept! The cabby’s eyes were a picture when he asked “where to girls?” And Kate told him a bar called the Square on the high street. There was a queue when we got there, but as we approached the back, a doorman came and took us to the front of the queue…. A new experience for me!

Beth went to the bar and came back with 3 Bacardi breezers, and we stood to the side tapping feet to the music and chatting away, before we were hit on for the first of many times that evening. I was quickly learning that, even if most of these approaches were crass and weren’t really wanted, they were a way to get a cheap night, and while we had 3 drinks in the Square, we only bought that first one. The second group of suitors were actually quite nice, and we all agreed to move on to the club with them as it would help then get in quicker than the normal queue for a group of guys. Kate and Beth grabbing the arms of the noisier of the group, and me ending up with the shy retiring one, a guy called Phil, who was about 6’2”, seemed brainy and quick-witted, but not really as loud and up for it as his mates.

We found a table and the boys went to the bar, returning with beers for them and Smirnoff Ice for us. We chatted struggling to make ourselves heard over the music, and Kate and Beth and their beaus went to dance, while Phil and I stayed and talked to keep the seats, neither of us really fancying a dance at that point.

The guys came back and sent me off to join Kate and Beth though and we had a good old giggle for half an hour, before Phil and another one of the guys joined us and we eventually went for a sit down. More drinks came, and we continued to get to know the guys. It was a fun night, and the guys wanted to continue it, but we said no, as we wanted to catchup together tonight, but numbers were exchanged and we arranged to do it again next weekend (heat of the moment, as Lisa was going to be around, but we didn’t think of that till later).

We cabbed it back, after freezing ourselves in a queue for 20 minutes, and Kate made toast while Beth and I opened a last bottle of fizz. We were all buzzing to be fair, Beth hadn’t been on a night out like that in ages, and me, well you can guess.

We started talking again, and Kate suggested a game of truth or dare, clearly having enjoyed last week’s dinner party game. The first few rounds were truth, and we discovered that Beth had dabbled with girls while travelling, had lost her virginity on a beach in Spain and had been involved in a threesome during the previous winter in a Swiss ski chalet. Kate it turns out lost her virginity at a party when she was 16, regretted sleeping with a lecturer at Uni and had an ultimate fantasy of a threesome.

As for me, I revealed I had lost my virginity aged 18 at a party, when a guy who fancied my girlfriend burst into the room halfway through…. And then again just before Christmas with Damien. My second truth was a threesome with two Welsh girls I’d met on holiday just before going to University and finally, and much to the surprise of Kate, I revealed my deepest fantasy was to be the centre of some kind of orgy, with girls and men using me as they wanted. The silence after that, followed by the laughter from the girls, was telling!

As we moved on to dares, the night really took a turn. I predictable dares the girls to kiss with tongues which they did for longer than I ever imagined. I was dared by Beth to come back downstairs in my sexiest undies and highest heels, so I skipped off and changed for a black thong and suspender belt, with black stockings and my 4” heels, freshening up my lipstick as I did. Kate and Beth were very close on the sofa when I returned, and gave appreciative glances. Kate then dared Beth to kiss me, which I was delighted to do, and within half an hour we were all in our lingeries (Beth having “borrowed” a pair of Kate’s hold ups). Kate was then dared to suck on Beth’s breasts, I had to lick both of the girls downstairs, and Beth had to give me a blowjob…. And from there we took it upstairs to Kate’s room, and we didn’t get much sleep that I can promise you. I was sucked by both, shagged both and at one point was deep inside Beth while Kate used a toy on me.

We eventually dozed off at about 0600 I think, and I was exhausted, but when I woke at 0930, Kate and Beth were snogging each other’s face off, clearly not as spent as I was. Sunday was a write off, with none of us having much energy at all. Most of the morning was in bed, with sleep and coffee interspersed, but the afternoon saw us venture to the front room and watch tv. We remained intimate through, hugs and kisses mainly, and with me in male mode it meant a lot as Beth liked both sides of me. We strolled down the pub late in the afternoon and had tea before, much to the obvious delight of the locals, winning the pub quiz and taking home 8 bottles of beer!

We went to bed together that night, for much needed sleep. Me in the middle of two gorgeous girls and in the morning, Beth decided she’d go home for a couple of days, then come back to build up to the next Saturday night. She had come on the train, so I offered to drop her at the station on Monday morning and collect her from hers on Wednesday after work. Deal done, we finally closed our eyes and caught up on a severe lack of sleep.

We dropped Beth at the station and headed into the office. My department thought I looked tired, and I said long weekend, to knowing laughs. It was a quiet few days. I had an email from Damien saying I’d left “a box” at his. I’d forgotten about that and said I’d collect it when I got chance, but would be a couple of weeks. Other than that, it was a dull work week, and I probably needed one.

I collected Beth after work, saying hi to Mike and Caroline in the process. They excitedly told me about an upcoming trip to the West Coast of the US for business. Given they were going to be away, they’d not re-let the annex yet it appeared. Beth was very chatty for the 20 minute drive, telling me she’d packed about 10 outfits to pick from at the weekend and just generally being full of life.

We got home and Kate had made tea, so we sat and chilled after eating that. Me in the middle of the sofa with a girl’s head on each shoulder…. “Where did it all go wrong?” I thought.

We left Beth in bed on Thursday morning and went to work as usual, declining a big night out with our colleagues at the weekend as we had plans already. Beth had cooked a spaghetti bol so we had nothing to when we got in, and we cracked the bottle of red she had brought over at the weekend to go with it. After tea, we did each other’s toenails and the girls made sure I was fully hair free, using a torture instrument called an epilator that a Beth had brought with her! I did get the luxurious and sexy feeling of 4 hands rubbing moisturiser into me afterwards, and turned over with a massive hard on, which both girls set upon, kissing each other while bringing me to an explosive finish.

Another boring day at work, and at 4 Kate and I fairly raced home. I was taking the girls out for dinner as male me tonight, nowhere fancy just a nice little place down the road, and I felt like the cat that got the cream with these two on my arms, both looking very swish in trousers and tops and high heels. We played on return, but in a very restrained way… we didn’t want to spoilt Saturday, and were tucked up by 11…. Another long day ahead….

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Forgot to say, thanks for the feedback, both here and in private. More to come next week x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Stories are fantastic and really well written. I hope the are true!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Fantastic story. Can’t wait for more

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By *antsguy007Man
over a year ago

Whiteley

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By *ina_blackTV/TS
over a year ago

newcastle

This is a fab story.

Can't wait for more

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By *agical HandsTV/TS
over a year ago

wellingborough

Can't wait for next week

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By *ndrea54TV/TS
over a year ago

cambridge

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By *artina cdTV/TS
over a year ago

co dublin

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By *ony 529Man
over a year ago

coventry

Fantastic story xx

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Busy weekend, but Part 6 should follow tonight. Thanks again for the lovely messages here and in private x

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By *artina cdTV/TS
over a year ago

co dublin

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By *iker197Man
over a year ago

Hinckley

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By *bb2022Man
over a year ago

cheshire

Incredible story can't wait for more!

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By *ethanySatinTV/TS
over a year ago

Southampton

Loving this! Xx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By *lamgirl1TV/TS
over a year ago

cheshire

Great story

More please

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By *eanasmustardMan
over a year ago

corby

Brilliant

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By *artina cdTV/TS
over a year ago

co dublin

Any updates??

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Apologies, life has got in the way. Everything is down for the remaining parts, I just need to check through one last time before posting, but getting the right amount of time to myself is currently tricky.

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