When Chris asked me to marry him, he told me he had a confession to make. “I’m a cross-dresser,” he said. “I like girls’ clothes. I like to wear skirts and dresses, lingerie and makeup. I love feeling feminine. And marriage probably won’t change that. Do you think you can accept me that way?”
For an answer I took him into my arms.
The fact is that I love my husband. I love everything about him and everything he is. And as a bonus, it’s as though I married two people. He is both my husband and my best girlfriend.
On the night we became engaged, after he told me about his fetish, we made love in our underwear. We took each other’s clothes off, and I was surprised, but not disturbed, to find that he was wearing panties and a bra. He didn’t want to take them off, so I left mine on, too. First we made out on the couch, and soon he was dry-humping me. I can’t tell you how sensational it felt to have his hard thing rubbing my sopping mound through two layers of nylon. And how many women can say they’ve made love with a man who wore a bra? We took turns being on top, slowly grinding against each other until we both came in our panties.
We have now been married for four years. Chris always wears a bra and panties under his clothes, and he wears his hair long, keeping it in a ponytail at work. He is a commercial artist and graphic designer; I work as an accountant for a construction company. We still have a good sex life, but although Chris has always assured me that I satisfy his sexual needs, I have often wondered just how much more of the female experience he would really like to explore.
One Saturday morning a few months ago I told Chris that I had made an appointment for him with my hairdresser for later that day. He looked at me in surprise. “She knows just what to do,” I told him. “So just let her do it. And you’re getting your nails done, too. We’re going out tonight, and we’re going to look like two gorgeous babes on the town.”
“Uh… okay,” he said. He looked excited and nervous at the same time.
My hairdresser, following my instructions, shampooed, conditioned, and permed Chris’s formerly straight hair, and gave him a very feminine shag cut, bangs and all. He told me he nearly popped a woody when he first saw himself in the mirror.
That evening Chris and I both treated ourselves to a warm bubble bath. Then we put on our lingerie and did our makeup. Chris chose a tight blue skirt and a white silk top. The skirt wasn’t exactly a mini, but it showed a good deal of smooth-shaven leg. He wore white satin panties and a gel-filled bra to give his chest as much definition as possible. I went with a yellow flower-print dress with spaghetti straps. The final touch for Chris was a delicate gold necklace and diamond stud earrings. He looked beautiful.
I had made dinner reservations for us at a place we’d never been before. I had made some other plans, too. I had decided that this was the night that Chris would lose his (her) virginity.
We both left our wedding rings on the dresser before we went out and got in the car. I drove. Often, when we passed a car with men in it, Chris turned heads. Every time it happened he would look at me and smile. It made me smile, too.
After dinner I suggested we cruise around and do a little bar hopping. Actually I had an agenda, but Chris didn’t need to find that out just yet.
We hit a couple of clubs and danced a little. I drank a bit more than I usually do, because I wanted Chris to drink, too. So we were both feeling pretty good when we ended up at an Irish pub that we both liked, but hadn’t been to for a while. That’s where the ambush was scheduled to take place.
It was about 10:30 when we got there, and the place was packed. There was no place to sit, so we stood at the bar and ordered a couple of gimlets. The gimlets arrived, and so, on schedule, did Alex and Ray. They both worked for the construction company where I was employed, and I had secretly arranged to meet them here, telling them that I would be out for a night on the town with my girlfriend. They had a table, and they invited us to join them.
Alex was a tall blond guy, divorced from his wife, and Ray was a big good-looking black dude who had never been married. As Alex said about him, I guess you don’t need a wife if you’re getting more ass than a toilet seat.
Ray wasn’t shy either. Right away he started coming on to me. Actually this was part of my plan; it had long been one of our mutual fantasies for me to take a black lover and have Chris watch. I was also glad to see that Alex, for his part, seemed to take a special interest in Chris.
When a slow dance tune came over the sound system, the two guys stood up and led us to the dance floor. I was a little anxious until I saw Chris glide smoothly into Alex’s arms as they smiled at each other. I didn’t have too much chance to observe them after that, as Ray became blatantly sexual, grabbing my ass and pushing his crotch into mine. He dry-humped me through the whole dance. I was not unaware of the bulge in his pants, and after a while I was humping him right back. If this evening ended as planned, I had the feeling I was going to enjoy it every bit as much as Chris was.
We stayed until last call, and by the time we left, both Chris and I were more than a little under the influence. When Alex said that his apartment was nearby and invited us for a nightcap, Chris said we should be getting home, but I pointed out that neither of us was in any condition to drive. So he agreed.
As soon as we got to Alex’s apartment he offered us more alcohol. Nobody refused.
Ray drained his drink with one big gulp. Then he pounced on me. I hardly had time to put my glass down before he scooped me into his powerful arms and kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth and his meaty hand was on my ass, pulling me against him. I felt the hard arrogance of his prick through the thin material of my dress. My knees were like water. I could see Chris watching me, just as in our fantasies, and I could only hope he was enjoying the sight.
My hormones were raging, and any inhibitions I had, due to the fact that Alex was watching, too, swiftly disappeared. Ray was sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders, peeling it down my body to expose my white lace bra. He squeezed my heaving breasts in his big hands. Then the bra fluttered to the floor, and his mouth was sucking on my erect nipples. I felt him pulling the dress over my hips, and it cascaded down my legs. I was wearing only my skimpy thong panties and sandals.
He stopped sucking my breasts long enough to shuck off his shirt, while I unbuckled his belt and tugged at his fly. I went to my knees and yanked his pants and boxer shorts down, and his impressive manhood was staring me in the face. It was long and thick and uncircumcised. I looked up and saw Chris watching me, and a surge of lust went through me. I sucked Ray’s dick into my mouth, and heard him sigh with pleasure.
After letting me suck him for a few minutes, Ray pulled me to my feet with a growl and laid me on the couch. He yanked my panties down and off and tossed them over his shoulder. Then his head was between my thighs and his tongue was parting the petals of my womanhood, searching for my sensitive little pearl. I went wild with lust and desire. He slurped and licked and sucked me, and in less than a minute I had my first orgasm of the night.
“Fuck me,” I panted when I could speak again. “Oh, God, fuck me with that big thing!”
Ray took my ankles in his strong hands and planted them on his shoulders, causing my bottom to rise off the sofa cushions. I slid a hand between my parted thighs and guided his pulsing organ into my pussy. Soon his guttural moans were mixing with my cries of ecstasy as our bodies slapped together. At that point I forgot about Chris, about Alex; the only thing that existed for me was the huge black cock inside me, and how incredibly good it felt. I was stuffed full and stretched like never before. I felt another volcanic orgasm building, and when it burst I rode the crest of an erotic tidal wave that swept through my whole body. I can’t describe it; I can only wish that every woman, at least once in her life, could have an orgasm like that!
When I had recovered somewhat and opened my eyes, I again became aware of Chris and Alex watching avidly. Feeling self-conscious now, I hastily covered myself up. “God, that was fabulous!” Alex said, and I could see the lust in his eyes as he turned to Chris. “I guess it’s our turn now, huh, baby?” he said.
This was the crucial moment. Would Chris go along with this new adventure? And if so, what would happen? I saw a moment of panic in his eyes, but I knew that he had also been turned on by watching me with Ray. I could only wait and see.
Fortunately, Alex was less precipitous and more romantic than Ray had been. He lifted his hand to Chris’s face and gently slid his fingers along his cheek as he turned his face toward him. “God, you are so pretty,” he murmured. His fingers strayed to the nape of Chris’s neck, and they looked into each other’s eyes as he moved closer. Chris didn’t move, but closed his eyes as he allowed Alex to kiss him. The kiss was warm and chaste at first, but then it became more urgent. I saw Chris open his mouth as Alex’s tongue explored it, and their arms snaked around each other’s body.
Then Alex was pulling Chris’s silk top out of his skirt, and sliding his hands under the smooth fabric to feel what he took to be his boobs through the gel-filled bra. When he reached around to unhook the bra, Chris slipped away from him and slid down to kneel on the floor in front of him. Alex took off his shirt as Chris undid his pants and pulled them down. He peeled off his tight jockey shorts and set his cock loose. A pearly drop of precome oozed from the tip.
Chris glanced over at me briefly. I couldn’t read what was in his eyes. Then he bent his head and licked along the underside of Alex’s dick, while his fingers played with his testicles. As far as I knew he had never sucked a dick before, but he seemed to be aping what I do to him when I pleasure him that way. He teased the tip of that rigid cock with his tongue, and then sucked it into his mouth. Alex gave a loud groan. He was still at first, and then his hips started to rock as Chris took more and more of him down his throat.
“Jesus!” Alex said after a while. “You’re really great at that, honey, but I really want to fuck you now.”
I saw the momentary panic in Chris’s eyes again. “It’s, it’s the wrong time of the month for me,” he said hastily. “I’m a real mess down there.”
“I don’t care,” Alex said, and before Chris could stop him he was lifting him to his feet and backing him toward a leather armchair. The arm of the chair caught him at knee level and he tumbled back into the seat. His skirt was around his waist, and Alex’s fingers went to the waistband of his panties.
“Wait!” Chris said, but it was too late. His panties were around his knees, and Alex was staring at his wilting hard-on.
“What’s this?” Alex said, stupefied. “What the fuck is this?”
It was time for me to intervene. I had known that things might come to this point, and I was gambling on what I had sensed about Alex, backed up by a few remarks I had overheard him make at work. And the fact that he now seemed more astonished than angered by his discovery seemed to confirm my intuition.
“Just a minute,” I said. I found the little purse I had brought with me and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Moving to the chair, I squeezed a generous glob of the stuff onto my fingers and slathered it onto Alex’s dick, then spread some more around my husband’s asshole. “You still want it, don’t you?” I said boldly to Alex.
He stared at me, then nodded.
“Chris?” I said.
“Yes,” Chris said breathlessly. “Oh, God, yes.”
I stepped back as Alex moved between Chris’s legs. Those legs wrapped themselves around his hips as he slid his cock up and down the furrow between Chris’s ass cheeks. Then he positioned it directly at the little puckered hole and pushed. The head slid in slowly, and Chris gasped sharply, then moaned with pleasure. Alex pushed again and went in another inch. Then another, and another.
Then, to my surprise, Ray got up off the sofa and moved over to the chair, where Alex was now beginning to pump in and out of my husband’s ass, and brought his big cock, still covered with my juices, to Chris’s lips. Chris opened his mouth and took it right in. Alex was now moving faster, plunging his dick into Chris’s ass as far as it would go. Suddenly he stiffened and gave a great roar as he shot his load up inside him. When he was done he sighed with satisfaction and slid out.
I thought we were finished, but I was wrong. Pulling his cock from Chris’s mouth, Ray now took his hand and pulled him out of the chair, then turned him around and bent him over the arm. Seeing that he meant to fuck my husband with that huge cock of his, I would have protested had not Chris spread his legs eagerly, pushing his ass out with anticipation. Instead I handed Ray the lubricant and watched him smear it on himself before mounting Chris and positioning himself for the assault.
“Oh, man,” he said as he gradually but steadily worked his huge cock into Chris’s hole. “You’re tighter than some virgins I’ve fucked! Shit!”
Chris was panting and groaning with pleasure. I saw him reach down to stroke his own cock as Ray began to fuck him. I got down under him and took that dick in my mouth. I could feel the thrust of Ray’s strokes, and I began to suck him in a matching rhythm. Within minutes Chris gave a great yell and shot gob after gob of jism down my throat. I swallowed it and got back up just in time to see Ray pull out of him and spurt long ropes of sticky come onto Chris’s twitching ass.
“You go, girl!” I said to my husband, and we all laughed.
—G.B., Tulsa, Oklahoma