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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

LISA'S DREAMGIRL

A Story by Deena B

CHAPTER ONE

*** LISA SUBMITS TO ALINA'S PLEASURE! ***

While watching the tube one night, my wife queried if there was one
friend of hers I'd be most likely to have an affair with, who would it
be? I new immediately, but feigned no response. Lisa is a beautiful
Latina not die for gorgeous, but definitely good looking woman. She's
5'7" tall, about 150 lbs. well exercised. She has pert breasts, a nice
full bottom and luxurious legs, usually hidden in tight tapered jeans .
She loves high heels, and has many pairs. She's one of my wife's best
friends. Which makes it all the more difficult for me as a
crossdresser, the man inside me screaming for her body and the woman
inside me,Alina, her clothes. I'd love to play a dominant TV and
often fantasized for quite sometime having her under my heel, 5" patent
leather spiked heel that is.

I went by her house one day to do some minor repairs for her as her
spouse is a total clutz. The work required repair of a wall inside of a
walk-in closet in her bedroom. I'd asked the week before for her to
clear out the closet in advance. We hadn't heard from either of them
all week, so I hadn't confirmed the work was to be done, but they were
only a short drive from our home, so I'd make the visit anyway.When I
arrived, I noted her new car, a birthday present from her husband was
absent,and his old clunker sat in it's place. He knew she was home and
he never used her car and he was ALWAYS home on Saturday
morning.Nevertheless, it might leave time for a chat with Lisa, away
from his ever jealous gaze. The inner back door leading into the
kitchen area was open, and the screen door ajar. Out of courtesy I rang
the bell, but no one answered. I could hear noise and music playing
inside, so someone was home. I called her name, but no response. I
figured she might be busy on the phone or something so I walked in and
set about making my presence known to play it safe.

Their normally meticulously clean home was in mild disarray. A large
pile of mail and newspapers lay on the kitchen table, and a large pile
of dishes filled the sink. Various take-out food boxes were scattered
around some with food still in them. I noted too that clean laundry was
piled high, dumped rather, on the dining room table, including some
very lovely lingerie, causing a slight twitch or two in my groin.

She was sitting on the couch in the den with a blanket wrapped around
her like shawl around an old woman, head down, disheveled, crying and
quietly wimpering. I stood at the doorway for a few moments, unnoticed.
I could not imagine what had happened and decided not to guess. I
called her name very softly and very slowly she looked up.

"Oh no, I forgot you were coming over. I guess this must be Saturday,
huh? I must really look like hell...." Her nightingale sweet voice had
been reduced to gravel. "I meant to call you but this has been a bad
week..." She broke off again, and turned her head back down into the
blankets. I sat down near but not next to her and tried to comfort her,
she and I had had brief moments of close friendship from time to time
with her seeking my advice. I asked her what happened, and where Phil
was. Still hunched in the blanket, all she would say is that he was
gone, as if to say 'and not coming back'. "It's all her fault.. that
bitch wrecked my life...", she cried and squeaked, pulling the blanket
tighter. She asked me to excuse her for a moment, pulled the blanket
around her and walked out. I waited in the den, wondering what had
happened. Perhaps I should call my wife, from experience I knew I was
just no good with crying women. I wondered aloud wbout what had
happened. I'd always wondered about Phil, why he seemed to take little
notice of his wife's charms, perhaps he had had an affair or a
mistress?

A few minutes later she returned, trudging along with the blanket and
no longer crying. Her eyes were reddened, her color was poor, skin
tone almost faded looking. She looked as though she hadn't had any food
in days despite the empty containers piled in the kitchen. She
indicated she did not want to talk about her troubles and then as
though nothing was wrong, she directed me to the closet upstairs,
refusing to share with me the details, saying she'd be OK. I figured
when she was ready to talk she would, and the work would take all day
anyway. As she walked up the stairs, she clutched the rail, not as a
guide but for support, using it to pull herself up.

"Lisa, is there anything I can do for you? Do you need to go to a
doctor or something?" She stopped and turned to answer, declining. As
she turned back to head up, she slipped and fell backwards towards me.
I caught her, and helped her up. She could barely stand.

"I don't really want to ask but if you could help me get to the guest
room, I would apppreciate it, I guess I need to lie down." I was glad
to comply, easing her up each step to the landing. There was no rail on
the landing itself, and she almost collapsed when she reached it. I
caught her again, and insisted I carry her. She protested but put her
arms around my neck. I pulled her to me, one arm under her back the
other under her legs. Despite the circumstances her body felt good
close to me.

I helped her into the bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the bed while
I peeled back the bedcovers and propped up a pillow. When I thought of
getting her into bed, this was not what I had in mind. She finally let
the blanket go, revealing that she was only wearing a black full slip,
leaving nothing to the imagination. It was short, and the way she sat
showed just a hint of pubic hair, just enough to take the slack out of
my jeans. I tried not to show my arousal, turning so that she could not
see my erection. I tucked her in, and she mumbled something about not
having eaten in days, just as I suspected. She quickly dozed off, I
made my way downstairs, back to the kitchen and decided to fix up a
little something for her. The cupboard was virtually bare, but I
managed to find some standard breakfast fare. I soon returned, she was
awake again and very surprised and greatful for my meager cooking. She
sat up to eat, pulling the bedcovers around her waist, again showing
her per breasts through the fabric of her slip. She ate quickly. When
she was done she appeared composed again, and even smiled when she
thanked me.

I left her in there, returning the dishes etc to the kitchen and then
returned to upstairs.I went all the way upstairs to the master bedroom.
I noted that most husband type things were missing. They had their ups
and downs from time to time, but had never indicated they might part. I
could hear her all the way up the stairs, when she started crying
again, but then finally stopped. I wanted to comfort her but she either
didn't want to or couldn't talk. I made several more treks up and down
the stairs with my gear on the last trip noting she was sound asleep. I
then turned to the closet. It was full .... full of some of the most
sensuos clothing and footwear I'd seen in a while. It was quite a
collection, ala Frederick's. Pumps, mules, slingbacks, open toes and
spectators, all with incredibly high heels. There was lingerie in silk
to leather, and a full collection of mini-skirts. I was in heaven, but
even fully knowing that she was down stairs, that I would hear her long
before she would reach the upper floor, I had to resist.

Alina had other plans. She spotted a pair of black patent open toed
sling backs in a corner, next to a large metal filing type box with a
pad lock, unlocked, hanging from it. I slipped off my work shoes and
cotton socks, leaving them such that I could slip them back on in a
hurry if necessary. I only wished I had on my nylons.

Lisa's feet , my wife's feet and mine were almost the same size, hers a
perhaps a tad larger than my wife's. However, my wife only wears
"sensible" shoes. I had tried to get my wife something racier a few
times, always getting the size wrong and spoiling the surprise. She
mentioned that I should get Lisa to try them on first if I wanted to
give them as a surprise, since they had shared shoes before. I had
purchased this exact pair for my wife a while back, after spending an
hour one evening almost drooling watching Lisa model them. I had hoped
at worst my wife would relegate them to the back of her closet, and I'd
have access to them. Instead, they ended up here.

I slid into one, and then the other, my hot pink toenails sweetening
the view. The four inch heels perked up my buns, and as I turned to
look in the full length mirror inside the closet door,that old black
magic had me in its spell! I pulled the door in behind me, trying to
see if it would lock or something. No luck. I decided to take my
chances hoping I would hear her in time. Eventually, I had taken off
all of my male clothes, adorning myself with her outfits. I found some
silk stockings (real silk for this lady) and a garter belt that fit and
slid them on. I looked around to see if there was anything I could
sneak out and borrow, as I became rock hard listening to the click of
Lisa's heels under MY feet. I lost track of time, trying on her shoes
and skirts. Three hours had passed. Then I heard the sound of water
running, realizing she must be up and my little excursion would have to
end. I slipped off everything and then put my pants and the pumps back
on.

Curious, I carefully opened the filing box, to find a outrageous
surprise. Supposedly a real white bread couple, I found a box of sex
toys, mostly various forms of strap-on dildos, an enema bag with a bard
plug and a dildo type adapter, and number of 8 x 10 glossy color
pictures of two very striking women, one with a dildo strapped on
plunging into the other one. Just then, I heard her come up the stairs,
my dick shrinking like a balloon with the air let out. Like lightning,
I put everything back as I found it and made towards the door... with
the heels still on. Panicked, I quickly kicked them off into a corner,
hoping I could fake her out from coming inside the closet. MY shoes,
were outside. She pulled opened the door just as I was pushing it,
causing me to fall.

She apologized profusely, surmising that I must have been measuring or
something. The only thing I had been measuring was my waist against her
leather pants! I sat on the bed, nursing my nose which clonked against
the floor. She had cleaned herself up, gotten dressed and put on make-
up, looking like the Lisa of my fantasies. She carefully looked me
over, her luscious pink lips only a breath away from mine as she
inspected my injury. I told her I was OK. She seemed back to normal, my
pain brought her out of her miseries for a moment, so I asked her what
was wrong. She was direct "You would have to have been born female to
understand what I'm going through. And sweetheart, though I know you
care, you just don't have between your legs what I have between mine !"
I was shocked at her graphic response, but I pried further.

"Just what do you mean?"

She stood up, and stepped away towards the closet. She was now wearing
a tight pink angorra sweater, so tight her nipples were discernable in
the fuzz, her standard injected blue jeans and white stilleto heeled
pumps. She leaned back against the closet door, placing her right foot
up against the door behind her in what was to me a very striking
pose.She asked if she could confide in me absolutely. I told her yes,
that whatever she had to say would stay between us. She began:"Well at
best, you might know as a man what it would be like to be with another
man, but not what a woman feels with another woman."

What did she mean? She gave no indication that she was other than
straight and they had talked openly about sex before. Was she bisexual
or a lesbian? Is that why Phil isn't here - did he find out and leave?

She turned her head away from me and stared out the window. "My lover
broke off our relationship and out of spite she told him....I told him
I couldn't help it, I had a girlfriend before I had a boyfriend. He
went away on business at the beginning of the week and cleared out.
But if he can't accept me, it's better that he's gone."

She started to cry some more. She moved twoard me and then leaned over,
hugging and pressing herself against me.

"I mean, to a certain degree you do know how I feel, because you're
attracted to women, but you don't know how it feels to see another
girl and feel the cream run in your panties at the sight of her. And
there's nothing I can say about the feeling of having another woman
inside you, even if the dick's fake." She pulled back and blushed,
putting her hand over her mouth in realization of the secret she had
just told. She was the girl in the picture! I began to feel on the edge
of something, and decided when the time was right, I would go for it.

She began to ramble on about the circumstances and how she had been the
dominant one in their B&D scene, and felt she had gone to far and
pushed her girlfriend right out. Now with her husband gone too, she
felt she had nothing. She was vulnerable and wanted to be consoled. She
felt a total failure, having lost her husband and her lover at the same
time. I tried to talk about it, telling her I empathized and how
sincere I was in wanting to help her...that things would get better. I
had never dealt with anything like this before so all I could provide
was cliches. The one thing I made clear to her was that I was
sincere.At the same time, there was a pounding throb in my pants like
never before.

Then she said things I'd only dreamed of hearing. "Look, you don't know
what I'm dealing with because you've never been there. Don't tell me
what you think you know about me without having walked in my
mocassins.If you think you can walk around in my heels, then we can
talk."

"Do you mean that figuratively or literally.. ?," I said with a tone of
levity.

"Literally! Look, I know this sounds really kinky, but if there was
some way we could change bodies or something then I would feel like we
could talk or something. In the meantime, maybe you could get some
perspective by wearing my shoes for example, -it's not fun wearing
heels all day, but I do it.... you men need to realize what it takes
for me to put that look in your eye for example."

I figured the door was open, whether she was for real or not, and if
she was offering me a chance to try on her attire, WITH her blessing, I
was not going to pass the opportunity by.

"Well if we're talking sincerity, why stop at shoes, why don't I just
dress up and be you ...." She cut me off.

"You couldn't be me if you wanted to, and besides, since I'm baring my
soul anyway...." she paused and looked straight at me. She turned to
the closet, opening the door and pondered. "... you would have to know
what it is to make love to another woman AS A WOMAN !!" She walked into
the closet, her back toward me.

I thought I would come right then and there, but I didn't and I didn't
faint either. She blushed, and mumbled " If only I had a girlfriend who
understood to confide in....." She came back out of the closet with a
and empty suit bag, and the open toe pumps I had had before. She again
was muttering something this time about going to visit her mother out
west. Then as a testing guesture, she kicked off her pumps at my feet,
and dropped the other pair on top of them. She looked intently at me,
then back at the shoes. She turned away, going back into the closet.
Stepping over the line she had just drawn I slid the white pair on, and
walked over to the closet door, heels clicking. She heard the click,
and without turning around to look handed me a pair on nylons and a
garter belt. " You'll need these to go with those.

She then pushed past me and pulled away sharply, and walked into the
bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I had blown it, messing up my
chance and our friendship. I heard the sink running, then the shower. I
took off her pumps, picked up my shoes and headed for the stairs. She
came back out in a few moments just as I hit the top stair. I turned
back, in her hands were two big globs of Nair foam.

"The only hair on my body is on my head, so lets go if you're for
real." I moved towards the bathroom to strip, but she blocked my path.

"Here and now, or never ...." I took off my shirt and looked at my
sparse chest hair. I kept it trimmed to a minimum to go with my
brassieres, but left just enough to keep my wife from complaining too
much. As I looked further down, she said "Balls, butt and all!" As I
took off my clothes, she looked on with disinterest, showing no
interest at all until she smeared the foam on my bottom. Then she
rubbed it in, really really well. Erect, I walked into the bathroom. I
was showered off, then bathed in sweet bath salts. She shaved my
face, and then my moustache. She trimmed my hair, and inserted hot
curlers in it. She gave me a facial, then covered my face with some
kind of towel. I felt her starting a pedicure, and heard her sigh as
she rubbed a finger across my already done toenails. She took off the
towel and smilled, commenting on my color choice and assuming my wife
had done it as some sort of kink. I didn't let on.

She spent another hour on my face,plucking my eyebrows, applying
foundation, eyeshadow, lipstick, lipgloss,then press-on nails. She then
left me to finish setting and went back into the bedroom. I could hear
her in the closet, going into the metal box. She maneuvered in the
bedroom for quite a while, returning in a stunning black silk pants
suit with 5" spike heeled black patent leather pumps, the silk outfit
clingy in all the right places, and taught across her ass. She took out
the curlers and brushed out my hair.She turned me around as she walked
in so that I faced the mirror.

"Pretty girl?", she pointed to herself. I nodded. Then she took her
finger and pointed to the mirror in front of me. I had been made up as
her twin, but with sluttier tones.

"Time to get dressed..." She took off her blouse, revealing a black
long line bra with the most wonderful lace cups. She slinked ever so
slowly out of the pants to reveal string bikini panties, a black silk
garter belt, real silk stockings and those fuck-me-ti- your-cock-falls-
off pumps. She had a great tan with no tan lines. She removed each item
and put it on the dresser. The sight of her breasts was greater than I
ever imagined. B-cups of succulent wonderfulness, a sweet mouthful
each. I was so fixated on them, full of both lust and jealousy that I
had not noticed that she had removed her scant panties. And that she
had a vibrator in her pussy. She said "Now you are scented all over
like me, except here", she pointed to my stiff cock. She wiped the
gooey vibrator onto my prick and balls. It was still hot from inside
her. She then slowly and so sensuously began to put her lingerie onto
me. First, the panties, with her intoxicating fem scent were slid up
onto my waist, hardly containing my erection. Then, the garters and
stockings, from her body to my body. As she slithered on each item, her
breathing became more labored.

She slid each pump gently onto each foot. As a final touch, she reached
up inside her pussy with two fingers, rapidly rubbing her snatch for a
few seconds. She removed her hand slick and sweet, dabbing some on the
toe of each pump and the length of each heel. She then gently licked it
off, quietly purring that it was what she had her lover girl do to her.
I felt like a truly sluttish, with her licking down there. The leather
was so thin and exquisite I could feel every subtlety of her mouth.

"And what does a slut like you do?"

"A slut like me needs an enema while pleasing her mistress girlcock.
And the slut only gets what she wants after her sweets run down her leg
and into her pumps" She walked out quickly, as stopped to admire Alina
as never before!A few minutes later I followed and saw the enema bag
hanging from a bondage frame in the room. Heavy restraints issued from
each corner, and she was strapping herself in. She stood in only a pair
of 6" sky high white patents,in marvelous contrast to her tanned skin.
Her excellent ass jutting towards me.

I clicked my way across the room, and grabbed a cheek in each hand. I
popped my panties off, freeing the only parted of me that still felt
male, ready to play the cockbitch to the hilt. I rubbed the panties on
her snatch and she winced and moaned. She was on fire, hot and feverish
sweet sticky dribblings working their way down to just above her right
heel. I soaked it up with the panty fabric and used it to lube her
anus. I put my fire engine red fingernail against the bud. She
squealed. I clicked forward, placing my dick at same point. Her ass was
virgin, but welcoming, after the first thrust. She frothed in lust,
looking into a mirror on the side, watching my girlcock slide into her
backside, towering in HER high heels. Her sphincter pulsed and throbbed
as she moaned low and deep with pleasure.

I pulled myself deep inside her, and reached underneath to feel my
prick buried to the hilt in her ass through her cunt. As I gently
rubbed, she screamed even more pleasure. I kissed her back and neck
softly, remaining motionless inside her backdoor. I whispered "Man or
woman?" She only moaned. I asked again, she moaned louder. I pulled
my prick out so that only the head remained. "Woman ...Wooooommmmaannn"

I stroked in "Woman", and back out "Woooooommmmmaaaannn". I wiggled the
head of my prick around in her sphincter and reached for the enema
nozzle. It smelled of alcohol, then I noticed an empty wine bottle and
a half empty rum bottle on the floor. I quickly pulled out.

I hung the enema bag a notch higher, so the potent mixture would race
into her bowels for maximum effect. She rocked back and forth on her
heels awaiting my next move.

"Please put your she-meat back inside me mistress... PPPllleeaasee"

Her sweet juices ran like a river, the insides of her legs slick and
wet , her pussy lips hung down visibly engorged. I placed the enema
plug into her ass, and let the liquid flow.

"No mistress....no please no ....I'm begging No.....NO NO NOOO NOO "

She literally screamed in pain, confessing loudly that only now she
knew the measure she had previously dealt, now administered by the
woman she had created, wearing what she had last loved her lover in.
She wanted to be fucked hard and long by a woman with a real penis.She
needed cock and tits, perfume and strong hands, high heels and balls.I
rubbed my she-meat on her pussy lips as the bag continued to drain.
Knowing that she loved the taste of her own juices, I clicked around in
front of her, and pulled up her hair so that her mouth opened wide. It
was beautiful seeing her well made-up face with my tool ramming in and
out. As I looked down, I could see the gold and pink tones in her
perfectly blended eyeshadow, the red lip gloss from her mouth now
coming off on the base of my shaft, and further down, my sexy legs
sheathed in HER OWN black silk stockings, and just a glint of shine
from HER pumps, the ones she had been fucked her girlfriend with.

Again, I abruptly pulled out. The enema bag now empty, I reached under
her belly, now full to bursting, massaging her tummy like a Puppy. She
purred quietly.She was thoroughly drunk, with wine, with rum, and with
the cock of the girl she was falling in love with.

I rubbed my prick on her ass again, around the enema plug which she
could not remove.

"Pump me with your pumps mistress, let me hear them click as you pump
me.. Please give me your sweet hard-on...your girlcock.."

I could no longer resist. I grabbed two pillows from the bed and forced
them trough the frame into her belly, creating even greater pressure on
her full insides and even more sensitivity.

I slid into her sex sheath, her cunt a waiting frothy home of joy,
exceedingly glad for my hardness inside her.

"Pump me with your sweet glorious penis Mistress"

I stroked the most tender vagina I had ever, and none was ever more
wanting and desirable. She met me with each and every stroke, our heels
clicking as we stood rocking on the floor. "Girl penis is the best
penis, girlcock does it best." She chanted. I pounded in again and
again, each time slapping my balls against her cunt lips, harder and
harder. "I love your girlcoooooccccckkk" She came, arching her ass up
into me, and holding it there. She kicked up her legs and wrapped them
around my back, squeezing hard. I reached underneath, giving her clitty
a gental squeeze and she came again, arching even tighter into my
groin, finally releasing the liquid candy in an explosion from the
prick of the woman she know knew she loved and could not live
without......

END OF CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

Lisa plots revenge against her lesbian ex-lover!

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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.

******* CHAPTER TWO ********

Lisa plots revenge against her lesbian ex-lover!

======================================================================

I had come harder than ever before, our mixed nectar flowing out of
her thick and heavy. She still held me inside her intensely preventing
me from going soft, and savoring the glow of her own climax. I reached
up and released her hands. She reached behind me, pulling me close on
her back, cooing softly still rocking her bottom against me. Time
passed, and my legs were getting weak from making love in heels for so
long. I tried to pull out, but she just backed into me harder. I
pressed my back against hers, and attempted to arch my bottom up and
away to release myself from her sex, her limberness defeating my
attempt. I finally began to peel myself from her back, our sweat
acting as a seal between us, and stepped away. She moaned in pain and
disappointment, hissing like a radiator as I finally removed myself
from her depths, clutching hard to her bonds, realizing for now we had
stopped.

I bent down and released her lovely feet stopping to apply light kisses
to each leg and ankle as she was unshackled. She continued to caress
my back and shoulders as I finished. When she was free she turned
toward me, then gently traced the outline of my lips with her tongue.

Suddenly, she remembered her fullness, the enema still retained. She
caressed my bottom, then tip toed quickly to the bathroom, closing the
door behind her. I fell to the bed exhausted, wondering what would
happen next. Had I simply been a some sort of release for her, a one-
time thing while she was down and needed someone? If so, I was going to
be forever greatful. And goodness, what inner secrets of my own I had
exposed! Would she keep this just between us?

It was getting late, and I was exhausted. She had been in the bathroom
for about a half hour or so, so I decided it would be safe to take a
nap. Just in case, I with great regret took off her clothes and layed
them neatly in a chair, and put my own back on, the moment of fantasy
seeming to pass. I went to the mirror and removed the makeup. I decided
against the nap and sat back down on the bed to wait for her to come
out. Maybe she was waiting for me to leave? As I mulled over my next
move, I somehow drifted off to sleep.

I was more tired than I thought. I awoke hours later, it was now much
later than I was usually out for much of anything. She told me my wife
had called, and said she had told her that the work I had planned was
going very poorly so I would stop and be home within the hour. She had
cleaned up everything, the rack slid back into it's spot in the wall,
looking like the frame to the bookcase. Ingenious I thought! All the
clothes were put away, and she was wearing curlers, no makeup, and an
oversize bathrobe, looking terribly housewife. I stood up, put on my
work shoes and etc and went to walk out. She said she would walk me to
the door, I spoke nary a word.

I approached the door and she stopped me. " I just want you to know I
really enjoyed our little scene up there.... it wasn't all just sex. I
wanted you for a long time, ever since that time you had me try on
those shoes for you for your wife, remember that?" I nodded, still not
speaking. " I saw your reaction when you asked me to try them on -
when you opened the box you had this look in your eye that said
everything, that this was much more for your than for her. I enjoyed
that evening too, but I figured that was all you wanted." She paused
and looked away from me. "Phil and I never got along very well, but he
did love me and provide for me. Our's I guess was more a marriage of
convenience at times, like sometimes we were just roommates... with
his 'business' trips and all, hell we were pretty much just roommates
at times."

She rambled on for a few minutes more, about how much she enjoyed our
evening, but how I was just not Rebecca, her ex-lover, although the
idea of crossdressing, although she never thought about it before, was
quite appealing. She said she liked being the submissive for a change
too. She spoke so matter-of-factly about it all and with such
frankness. Then the end came, with her talking about that if this had
been another time and another place... the ships passing in the
night.... this was fun but it wouldn't be right... etc. I continued to
nod and shake my head appropriately, all the while extremely
disappointed in the final turnout and trying not to show it. She said
perhaps in the future we might talk, but not now. We said our good
byes and I made my way home.

The little woman was already asleep, making it easier to get cleaned up
and de-perfumed. I then remebered a discussion we had about open
marriage a long time ago. She wanted me to feel free, oddly enough, but
to remember where I lived. We both had other lovers right up until days
before our wedding, but not since. The whole conversation felt strange,
but we agreed, that should the matter ever exist, we would not bring
our new partner home and no more than for a weekend. Inside those
rules, life became interesting. Two weeks after that, she told me of
going to meet an old college boyfriend who now lived in a nearby town.
She asked me directly about our previous conversation, did my opinions
still stand in the face of reality. Not knowing exactly what I was
committing to,I said yes, thinking she must have caught me looking at
the sexy little pixy at the checkout counter at the supermarket. When
Gina returned from her visit, she was quite horny. It wasn't until I
entered her that I realized what she had meant earlier. Reality was
quite a shock. I felt repulsed at first, then settled in to enjoy her
randiness. She was an animal and literally wore me out.

I settled into bed, the memories of the day still vivid. I carefully
pulled the covers up, trying not to wake her. When I finally had
settled, she turned over to me in the bed and reached down to my
crotch, wrapping her fingers around my length. "So did you enjoy her?"
I was in shock! Just how much did she know? She was aware that I liked
to crossdress, but opposed to it. All she liked was mostly very
straight-laced sex. She squeezed and pumped me slowly as I let out a
low moan. " Whatever then, just as long as she left me enough...." She
pumped harder and faster, wrapping her mouth around the tip as I came.
Afterwards she kissed me lightly on the cheek, and rolled over and
went to sleep. I soon slumbered also, happy but confused.

The next day was as if nothing had happened, except that Gina seemed
exceptionally pensive and moody. Nothing unusual... and no
acknowledgement of the previous day's events whatsoever. I went by
Lisa's late in the afternoon to collect my equipment. She was gone,
and had had my tools piled up in the garage. I collected my stuff and
departed.

She went home to her mother's for several months to sort herself out.
When she returned to town, my wife made note that she was back and had
sold the house and moved into a townhouse. She also said that she
might stop by for dinner in the near future.

She had been back about a month when I first saw her. She was crossing
the street and even from a distance looked different. Her normally
vampish attire had been replaced by a very businessy look, her flowing
hair in a tight bun. I tried to call to her to say hi, but she was out
of earshot and drove away before I could get closer.

Months passed, and each time I saw her, she was out of range, except
for one occasion. I barely noticed her as I was going into a store
through a revolving door. She was again dressed very severely. She was
headed out as I was headed in and by the time I managed to get around
the aisles to the exit side she was gone again. It was like she was
out of Star Trek and had a cloaking device. Either that or I was
hallucinating!

During those same months, Gina and I tried many other sexual avenues.
We rented several racy videos, some of everything. The only things
that seemed to appeal to her were secret rendesvous types and sapphic
sex. The former we had already tried, and the latter, even though her
body was enticed, she found mentally repulsive. She found mild
interest in so called `she-male' movies, but only the she-male was
with a female. Our sex life was good, and she found a few more
'college friends'. We tried swapping with some friends of ours, but
that turned out dismal.My hopes of having another time line the one
with Lisa were growing dimmer by the day, it now having been a year.

A few days after the revolving door encounter, Gina announced that she
would be coming over for a small party we were having. I was gleeful
inside, perhaps there was another chance?

The days before passed slowly, and I found myself daydreaming of her
to no end at work, reliving each moment of that fateful day.

The night of the party, the other people we had invited were all
couples, and she was told she could bring a date. They were the last
to arrive. He was a business associate, more an escort than a date.
She was slightly less severe in her attire,still in a dark sharp
business suit, and her makeup was warm and friendly but not sexy. I
did note however, that she had on the same open toed black patents
from a year ago.

The party was in full swing, our guests out in the yard dancing on the
patio. Gina was at her finest as she loved to entertain. I was
relegated to the barbecue for a while, and when I went into the
kitchen, Lisa and Gina were chatting away about shoes .

"Gina, you should really try something like these. They would really
look good on you and when they start to hurt, you can always put on
something lower. Girlfriend you need to 'dress-up' your look." She
looked right at me as she spoke. "Lisa, it's just not me... I've never
liked high heels. Perhaps the same style in a lower height..." At
that, Lisa took off her right shoe and handed it to her. "Look, see,
it's not that high, I'll bet even your husband could wear them." I
nearly dropped the tray I was carrying.

My back was to them and I pretended to be preoccupied with the food.
Lisa walked up behind me, and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned
around and she held the shoe inches from my face. "Is this too high
for you, I mean if you were a girl would you wear something like
this?" Before I could answer, Gina spoke up. "Lisa he's not a girl and
he doesn't know what its like to be a girl so there's no point in
asking him. Plain and simple, what is between his legs is not what is
between ours." She was a little graphic for her but I thought I was
safe. "Well if he walked a mile in my mocs, or in this case pumps,
then he might get an idea... besides, in my opinion femininity is from
the heart, not the crotch - it's a matter of the way you think...."
She trailed off, turning back to talking to Gina directly. I made a
quick exit, the tray hiding the buldge in my pants.

As we all sat down to eat, the topic seemed to be gender in its many
forms, and Lisa led the discussion. I actually participated little,
although when any issues that crossed or mixed genders came up, she
always asked my opinion in a toying way. Gina seemed to ignore this,
and I always had my mouth full or was talking to someone else. If men
wore skirts.. if men had to wear makeup.... why can a girl wear guys
clothes and that's ok but if a guy wears girls' clothes.... why are
the costs of some basic items for women so high in comparison to
men.... it went on throughout the evening.

Lisa dropped off her escort and returned to help clean up. Gina
insisted that she wouldn't as for tonight she was a guest. She began
to jump right in anyway. Gina went upstairs to get her something else
to wear while cleaning up, leaving me alone with Lisa in the kitchen.

"I need a small favor, would you be a dear and go out to my car and
get my other shoes, the height on these are getting a bit much." She
slipped off her pumps and handed them and her keys to me. "I'm parked
right around the corner." Drooling, I complied. " I really need to get
those fixed too," she muttered to Gina as I left.The cool night air
quickened my pace. I found her car, and the other shoes on the front
floor. Since I had a minute, I took the time to admire both pairs in
the small privacy of her car. It was late, the only lights on were
street lights, all the neighbors appeared to be in for the night or
asleep. I climbed into the passenger seat, and was bending down to
remove my own shoes to try hers on. I slipped on the cute little
flats, smooth supple pink leather with a black ribbon bow and the hint
of a heel.As I bent down, I saw a note addressed to me taped to the
underside of the dashboard. I placed the keys on the dash and turned
on the map light.

"Just as I figured! If I read you right, you have my flats on. Don't
you just love the little ribbon? I have several pairs like them. I'm
glad to share them with you. I really like that... Mistress!"

I stopped right there. I read it again "I like that ... Mistress!" The
word `Mistress'!?!?!?? I read on, "In any case, I am in need of some
more REPAIR work, something really HARD, I need to combine a man's
strength with with a woman's touch. Call me in the morning. I will
talk to your wife so you won't give yourself away. If you are really
interested, you'll note that my left pump is in need of a minor
repair. Return with them into the house and offer to make the repair
for me. Bring them with you tomorrow."

I almost came. I crumpled up the note and quickly tucked it under the
seat. I could hardly think straight, my heart raced, my chest
pounding. I fondly rembered our last moments together, the joy and the
wondering. I closed the car door and began to walk away, enjoying the
quiet click of her flats on my feet as I approached the door to my
home....... HER FLATS ON MY FEET?

I had locked myself out of her car ... and my shoes IN her car. Here i
was only a few feet from my own front door. I stood at the steps and
panicked. The porch light came on and the door began to open. I moved
right up to the step, putting my (Lisa's?) toes right up against the
bottom step, hopefully out of view. "Turn the light off...it's me"
Lisa and Gina stood in the door way. They had been concerned, I had
been gone over 45 minutes. The light went back out. They stared
incessantly, beckoning me to come inside. I had to think of something
and fast, but I dared not move, no matter what things appeared that
they might be. "I uh.. well I stepped in something out here and I
don't want to bring it in the house, I'm going out to the garage ...
I'll deal with it in the morning..."

The door closed, and I quickly slipped off her flats and padded out to
the garage on the still warm driveway, to the LOCKED garage door.

Now what? I went behind the garage and made some noise, then went sock
footed up to the house.Lisa and Gina were in the kitchen again,
continuing the gender discussion. I handed her the flat shoes.
"Thanks. I almost forgot how it's turning cool at night now. I hate
stepping into COLD shoes," she slipped them on to her feet ever so
slowly..enticingly...over the sheerest of black stockings over well
manicured fire engine red nails. "but I guess these must have stayed
warm from the sun..." She looked dead at me. I responded to her
comment as I had left " You know, I saw what you commented on about
when I went to your car. I could fix this for you now if you'd
like..." I put the ball back on her side of the court, this seemed so
unreal and confusing, I didn't want to embarass myself outright. "Why
thankyou dear for noticing. I won't be needing them anytime soon, so
whenever you can get to them... not tonight."

I nodded, almost incapable of speech, and headed to my workshop in the
basement. She then turned her back to me and faced Gina over at the
sink "That's quite a guy you have there, so observant and considerate
too, almost like a girlfriend I feel so safe and comfortable around
him...." They continued to chat, muffled though by the floor above.

I closed the door behind me, and turned on the light. I freed myself,
stroking tenderly and admiring her token. How much easier it was when
I wore skirts, no zippers or belts or.... strange I thought, neither
one of them made any comment suggesting that anything was amiss on my
little excursion. I slipped them on, loving the contrasting sight of
what was between my legs and what was on my feet, the height pushing
my bottom up and forward. It felt fantastic, my climax impending. I
moved slowly and quietly. All I could hear in my mind was Lisa's
moaning, imagining my hand to be her gripping wetness. I didn't hear
her in reality til she was at the door.

She shouted up the stairs to my wife up in the bedroom. " I didn't get
dessert before, going to take some home...." With that she entered,
shocking my hardness away. She locked the door behind her, and I said
not a word. "After dinner, you notice I refused dessert... and I
always have dessert even when I diet, unless I can have something
better, like maybe girlcock?" She knelt down, and wrapped her sweet
lips around my member, moaning quietly but deeply, her hands holding
the my heels. In no time, I was about to come. From nowhere, she
slipped a condom on the tip of my prick and pumped me to excellent
completion, filling the end. Quickly she slid it off, tied the end,
and slipped it inside her right bra cup. She stood up, kissed me deep
and passionately, tongue riding the inside of each lip. She stepped
back, and whispered "dessert?" pointing to her left breast. I heard my
wife heading down from the bedroom to the floor above. As much as I
wanted to nibble her nipples, I shook my head - I dared not now. I
kicked off her shoes, and placed them on the bench beside us, zipped
up my trrousers.

She stood up straight now, and turned to walk but sort of
staggeringly,upstairs. As she opened the door, she stopped and spred
her legs a short bit. She just stood there for a couple of seconds,
then the most wonderful thing happened something I had never
expeienced a woman do before, never seen that level of arousal - as I
peered, three large distinct droplets fell to the floor from the
center of her skirt, three drops of fresh hot nectar that had flowed
from her insides til her panties could contain them no more. She began
to walk up the steps and suddenly grabbed the hand rail bending over
as if in pain. I stepped up behind her, as to catch her.She closed
her legs tightly, pushed her bottom hard against me and held the walls
bracing herself as her orgasm overtook her. She bucked hard, as I
wrapped my arm around her waist. I could barely support us from
falling backward down the stairs. She turned over her shoulder to look
at me, face screaming but mouth silent. After a few more convulsive
minutes, she subsided and recomposed herself, as so did I.

Without a hint of what had just happened, she and Gina picked up the
thread of the previous conversation. I slumped into a chair at the
kitchen table, hardly able to stand and still terribly aroused."Did
you read today's paper? I saw a great sale on ceiling fans." They
chatted on. "Gee, if I didn't know you two were had too good a
friendship for it, I'd have thought you were down there getting hotsy-
totsy. I mean we have an open marriage but we don't bring any of that
home.... and girl if you want to get somebody in trouble around here,
just let him come home all hot and bothered. I can't stand it, hell if
she's gonna start soemthing let her finish it, I've got enough
household chores...... Lisa if you plan to fuck him, fuck him real
good so he won't want any more, understand?" Lisa didn't blink, for
her Gina might just as well have been talking about the man-in-the-
moon. "I'll be sure to remember that.", she commented non-chalantly.

The conversation eventually swung around back to the ceiling fans.
"Gina, would you mind if he came over to install one for me?" Gina
said tthere would be no problem at all, 'could keep him all day and
all night as long as you don't send him home for me to cook for him'.
I sensed a definite plot, but if there was one, Gina had not let on
from her end.

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the next day

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I was awakened by the sensation of my mrs climbing on top of me,
catlike and wet . We made love for a good long hour, like she couldn't
get enough. I arose early with her still clingy and rosy from our days
greeting. As I packed my gear I realized Lisa had never even
mentioned her keys last night. After calling her first I made my way
to her new place. I had a little trouble finding it, but she was
outside waiting when I pulled up. She hopped in, with no hint of last
night's note in our conversation, and directed me to the store she had
spoken of. She was dressed in uncharacteristically loose jeans and
sneakers, hair in a pony tail, sweatshirt for a top, looking very
Saturday morning teen.

This day felt very odd. All day long, all I could contemplate was how
and when I could get back inside her pants, literally and
figuratively. She also kept asking what time it was, as she had
forgotten her watch. It really got to be annoying, and she appeared
very anxious and distant just before each time she asked. When we went
to the local mall we separated for a while. I had nothing to buy
really, and decided to just window shop. I met her back at one of the
food stands, a Mexican place, for lunch. We had already picked up all
the hardware for the ceiling fan, and she had purchased lots of other
odds and ends for around her new place. She talked little about the
past year revealing only that she and her husband had been divorced
finally, calling her lover in as a witness just to make it harder on
her. I found out her ex-lover's name was Rebecca, that she still lived
in the area. She said that Becky wanted them to get back together now
that 'he' was gone, but not a snowball's chance in hell of that
happening. Lisa said only held contempt and resentment for the both of
them, her two exs, and was moving on in her life.

Relative to last night's splendiferous events, I might just as well be
talking to my sister, or even a wall. Maybe she was one of those
strange chicks who had rare moments of intense eroticism followed by
long periods of "Sweet Polly Purebread". She genuinely blushed as we
passed by a lingerie store on the way out.

If she was going to be presto-strange-o, I was not going to be a
victim. I made plans for an excuse in case things were as now when we
got back to her house. It was getting later in the day, and not a good
time for me to start a project. Perhaps that would get me out.

Disappointed in the outcome of the day, I headed back to her place,
tired of the company, and tired of driving around. As I pulled in to
her parking lot, I saw what appeared to be my wife's car swiftly
leaving the other end. We had other friends in the complex, but we
always visited them as a couple. A lot of strange little things
happening. Then again, maybe it was me. Going around rock hard for
two days can make you think funny.

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She beckoned me inside once we had unloaded all her purchases. I left
my tools and equipment in the truck, preparing for a quick exit. She
closed the door behind us. I went in to use the phone, to call Gina
and add to my excuse for an early departure, but she was not home.
Lisa puttered around in the basement for a while, chit-chatted about
everything else except the fan, and seemed disinterested in why I had,
so I thought, come by so far as the legitimate reasons. Maybe she had
just been lonely..? I went back outside to retrieve her pumps and
return them to her.

I looked them over in the daylight as I walked back in . Somehow the
allure was gone. She had gone upstairs, the television was on and the
stereo could be heard faintly in the background, from up the
staircase.

As she came down, I saw she had changed, radically! She was a vision
in pink . Her hair was still in a pony tail, but now on the right side
of her head and tied with a strip of lace. She now had on makeup in
pink, light brown and gold contrasting hues, lips au natural
slithering with clear lip gloss. Around her neck was a wide patent
leather choker. She wore a stretch lace halter style top with bare
midriff, revealing the tan lines on her pert breasts, her nipples
perched out hard and straight. Her stomach was taught and flat, she
had been working out. She hadn't really lost any weight, just
redistributed it - to all the right places. She wore a miniskirt of
diaphanous material in an overlapping petticoat style, so short it was
that it was more of thought for a miniskirt than a garment, just below
her crotch. It was so light and whispy looking that mere conversation
might puff it up above her waist. At the end of her legs, which were
tanned, silky smooth ,she wore no stockings, but mesh nylon anklet
socks and pink patent leather pumps, to match her collar, with ankle
straps and at least a 5" heel.

Again, I was speechless, so she spoke first. "I'm very nervous about
saying this, so please don't interrupt me or say anything until I
finish, OK?" There was only one part of my anatomy capable of speech
at that moment, and it had already made it's intentions known. I
nodded in consent to her request.

"I don't quite know how to say this or quite how to put it, but I'm in
love with you.... Alina. You see, I've come to realize that my
preference if you want to call it that is definitely towards the
female gender, but I realize too that there are those such as yourself
who have in a certain sense both genders co-residing in one single
gender body. I suspected as much, like I said before, before we made
love. I want for perfume and lace, smooth legs and long hair,
pendulous breasts caressing my own while being filled wherever it
feels good with a real cock, not some bitch getting her rocks off on
me with a dildo. I sensed that you liked it, not just as some sex
scene, but well.... as a part of you come alive. For me, my thing with
Becky was me trying to substitute myself as what you can be in Alina.
Back then, I just didn't want to accept the submissive part of me,
which is the real me. I hate being in charge, I'm a follower not a
leader. I want to belong to you, body mind and soul."

This time I had to grab the railing, her conversation and her lovely
enticing appearance too much. She grabbed my hand, and turned around,
leading me up the stairs slowly, one step at a time. Her bottom was a
picture unto itself, the hem of the skirt bouncing up with each step
revealing the two perfectly formed hemispheres of her hairless buns.
At the top of the staircase, she asked me if I wanted to change. I
removed my clothes, intoxicated by her loveliness, aroused by her
submissive request.

She told me whatan honor it was to her for her Mistress to wear her
clothes, and how much she enjoyed seeing them on me. Item by item, she
slowly removed them from herself, and placed them one by one, lovingly
onto me. When she had finished my makeup,my nails and my hair, she sat
at my feet, lightly caressing my legs, admiring the transformation
with great joy. A single tear of happiness slowly rolled down her
cheek. As it fell to the floor, she got up and went to re-clothe
herself. I felt wonderously powerful, towering in her heels, and stood
up to admire myself in the full length mirror.

Shortly, I entered the bedroom, her bureau layed out with all sorts of
sex toys, dildoes,vibrators, butt plugs, oils, creams... a virtual
cornucopia.

She had placed herself on the bed in what must have been a very
uncomfortable position. Her hands were tied to the head board
together, and her legs to the cross bar at the top of the foot of the
bedframe, leaving her legs up and extended, exposing her bottom up in
the air almost a foot. The only part of her actually on the bed was
her shoulders. She was already in pain, I, Alina would provide the
pleasure.

On the right front corner of the bed hung what appeared to be a sort
of IV bag, but opened at the top to allow liquid to be poured in. The
tubing had the standard regulator attached, and at the end of the tube
was some sort of mechanism for positioning it. I quickly figure out
this was for dripping... whatever onto wherever. Taking my cue from
previous experience, I quickly clicked back over to the bureau to a
bottle of rum. It was already warmed. I emptied it into the IV bag,
and set the mechanism up to drip just above her mouth. I adjusted the
rate to a very slow pace, about once per two seconds and set on the
edge of the bed to watch. She savored each drop like a dehydrated man
in the desert, extending her tongue to meet each drop. To make it more
interesting, I sped it up a bit... and blindfolded her.

I took scissors and lightly touched the cold metal against the
hotness of her inner thigh. Her panties her slick and soaked, quite
drenched already after just these few minutes. I cut them off, wiping
all around her crotch like towel. I had plans for these panties. Her
pussy was already beginning to foam, her juices running thick and
forming on her lips as she tried to pull her hips together to
stimulate herself. I brushed my fingernail against her clit softly
causing her whole body to writhe violently in its bonds as she
continued to lap at the dripping rum. I then moved back to the IV, and
wrung her own juices into it, slowly lowering them into the solution.
After a good few minutes, she recognized what I had done. I removed
the blindfold in the same manner,her eyes now wide realizing she was
drinking her own juices. As I faced the foot of the bed, I saw she had
set up a camcorder and that it was running.

I clicked my heels down to that end of the bed and without lifting my
skirt, I kneeled on the bed and penetrated her deeply, grabbing her
delicious rump and pounding in repeatedly. Oddly the more I pumped,
the more she relaxed. I realized she was staring at the camera. I
looked right into her eyes, now that the rum was gone, pulling myself
on top of her, grasping her tightly. "Count my strokes Lisa, or
Mistress will stop..." I slowed down again "1" long pause "2" long
pause "3" several rapid strokes "44444" I stopped as she had failed.
It felt so good, it was difficult to do. "What's so interesting about
that damn camera?" She looked terrified. I sat back up, removing
myself then poising at her rectum. As she shook her head, I slowly fed
myself into her writhing bottom, all the while rolling her clit
between my thumb and index finger. I stroked in "What is so
interesting... " and out again "about that damn camera?" She was so
taken she could only shake her head in reply, first hard to the right
then hard to the left alternating on each stroke, fully absorbed.

Suddenly there was a loud crash from the adjoining study. I jumped up,
seeing the cable from the camcorder lead into it. As I entered, there
was Becky........

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CHAPTER THREE

Lisa gets even with Becky, to Becky's delight... at first!