'JENNY' & 'MIKE': A DAY OUT
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A shopping trip, pegging at home...and at the movie theater.
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This is the follow-up to 'Jenny' & 'Mike': Date Night, so if you haven't
read that story, I would suggest that you do read it. This story idea is
just sort latched itself into my brain and it's all I can think of right
now. So I find it best to continue writing this series as back to back.

Note: Thanks to shyone245, ckquail, CJ_ED for editing this story.

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CHARACTERS:

James Winchester / Jenny

Michelle Winchester / Mike

NOTE: THIS STORY IS TOLD FROM JAMES'S POV

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I woke up in the morning with Michelle's arm around me. We were
spooning. She was the big spoon. I held on-to her arm stroking it gently
as I recalled how 'Mike' and I had gotten it on in the living room the
previous night. 'Mike' had fucked me on numerous occasions in the past,
but my ass was still sore after what we had gotten up-to last night! God
it was so hot!

I turned my head to look at the clock on the night-stand and saw that it
was 9:30 a.m. I slowly lifted Michelle's arm from around my waist, and carefully got out of bed, trying not to disturb her. I noticed in the
mirror that my blonde wig was disheveled, just like Michelle's hair
usually was in the mornings. I grinned at my reflection.

I continued to admire myself in the black satin chemise I was wearing.
It was one of many items of women's clothing in my wardrobe. I looked
back lovingly at Michelle in her boxer briefs and white tank top. She
looked so damn sexy in them.

I made my way into the kitchen downstairs and got a pot of coffee going. Michelle was always up early and made the coffee, but last night's
activities took a lot out of the both of us, especially her!

As I stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the coffee to brew, I felt
her arms wrap around my waist. Michelle leaned into my back, and kissed
me on the shoulder.

"Good morning babe," she said playfully.

"I didn't hear you coming...downstairs."

"I thought I'd sneak up and surprise you," she said, kissing my shoulder
again and squeezing me tighter.

"I could get used to...this."

I turned around and looked lovingly into Michelle's eyes. She reached up
and stroked my cheeks, before pulling me into her for a soft and tender
kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, deepening out kiss. The beeping
coffee machine pulled us out of our loved-up trance.

"Coffee's ready, I guess," I said, breaking the kiss and clearing my throat.

Michelle burst out laughing at my sudden bashfulness.

We settled opposite each other at the table to enjoy the coffee I had
just poured for us. I took small sips of the hot aromatic coffee.

"What?" I asked, as I realized Michelle was looking at me intently.

"You look so sexy dressed like that," she said with a smile.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"With my hair all over the place? I look like a muppet!"

"Ha! No way! You look cute, babe," she said laughing.

I frowned as I continued to sip my coffee. Michelle, on the other hand,
was still smiling as she sipped hers.

After our morning coffee, I went about taking care of the chores
Michelle usually performed on Sundays. After I headed back to the
kitchen to prepare breakfast, Michelle was still sat at the table
reading the morning paper.

I rustled up a breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs and toast and served
it up.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Michelle asked as we tucked in.

"I don't know. You kind of sprang this whole long weekend thing on me."

"I was just as surprised when Henry told me that I could take today and
Monday off."

"What do you want to do today?" I asked, taking a bite.

"I was thinking that... we could go out today and grab some lunch..."

"But I thought you didn't want to break character?" I said, puzzled by
the apparent about turn.

"I was hoping that we could go out as 'Jenny' and 'Mike'..." she said hesitantly.

My face fell. I felt a rush of anxiety. Michelle must have known that
her suggestion would be met with a considerable amount of unease from my
side.

"Babe..." she said, reaching across the table to take my hand in hers.

"Honey, you know I don't want to go out as 'Jenny'."

"But..."

"After that outing last year, I don't think I could ever go out dressed
as Jenny again."

"Sweetie, that was almost a year ago and where we went wasn't really the friendliest of places in the city."

I was already going back to that memory. Michelle had, after much
discussion, convinced me that we should go out dressed as 'Jenny; and
'Mike'. She took me to a nice restaurant. It was nothing fancy, but very romantic. Unfortunately, many of the diners kept staring at us and
giving us dirty looks. I could hardly concentrate on my meal or even
talk to Michelle. One older gentleman went as far as to leave the
restaurant, mumbling under his breath and giving us a dirty stare as he
passed our table. It was unsettling. Needless to say we did not enjoy
the evening. I've not had the confidence to go out as 'Jenny' since.

"Michelle, you know why I'm uncomfortable. I don't want to go someplace
where people will stare at you and your cross-dressing husband."

"Babe, we've discussed that night. I didn't know that our evening would
be ruined like that. I feel kind of responsible for what happened that
night. I just wanted to go out on a date and have a nice romantic time."

"I don't blame you... honey."

"I know you don't. I was hoping we could try it again. But this time we
could go out to a friendlier part of town. Maybe grab a bite to eat.
Maybe even do some window shopping."

"A friendlier part of town?" I asked, somewhat more interested now.

"We could go to the Valley. They have great shops and really good
restaurants and pubs."

I sat silent as I thought about it. The Valley was an area in the city
that was filled with people from the LGBTQ community. There were a lot
of same sex couples that lived and frequented the area because of the atmosphere. It was a safe haven for people with alternative lifestyles.

"But we're not a same sex couple," I protested.

"That's doesn't matter. That area is very neutral towards all people, no
matter who they are. I have even read on some message boards about men
who dress up as women who go there and love it. I'm absolutely sure that
we won't have any problems there at all."

I sat in silence as I considered Michelle's suggestion. The Valley was
filled with people from the LGBTQ community. A lot of same sex couples
lived in, and frequented the area because of its tolerant atmosphere. It
was like a safe haven for people with alternative lifestyles.

"But we're not a same sex couple," I pointed out.

"That doesn't matter. I've researched online and a lot of straight
couples visit the area too. I have even read about men who dress up as
women who go there and love it. I'm absolutely sure that we won't
experience the same prejudice there."

I pondered everything Michelle had said. I still wasn't convinced that
going out as 'Jenny' was such a good idea.

"Just once please, babe. For me. And if it turns out to be a bad
experience, we'll leave and I'll never ask you to go out of the house as 'Jenny' ever again."

I sighed. "Okay." I knew when to throw in the towel.

Michelle was giddy with excitement. "Really?"

"Yes. But if it gets to be really uncomfortable, then we are out of
there! Agreed?"

"No problem. Scouts honor," she said, raising her fingers in the air.

"Okay then."

She got up and came around the table to settle on my lap.

"I can't believe we're going to do this!"

"I love you, Michelle. You know I would do anything for you."

"I love you too, babe."

The look she then gave me, made me fall in love with her all over again.

As the morning passed, I became more and more excited and less nervous
about our trip to the Valley. After breakfast we decided to hop into the
shower together. Sharing a shower with your lover is one of the most
erotic experiences you can have. Michelle had her back to me in the
shower and decided to turn the heat up a notch. I lathered some of our
favorite shower gel and rubbed all over her breasts as I pressed her
back to my front. At first I massaged them quite gently. Just the way
she liked it. She turned her head and kissed me as I paid more urgent
attention to the task at hand. I began edging my hands downwards rubbing
the gel all over her tummy, and then finally going down below.

She sighed as my hand made contact with her pussy. I started to rinse
her, moving my hand down to her pussy, teasing her and eliciting soft
moans from her. My cock was at attention and poking against her butt as
I slowly edged her towards orgasm. Her breathing became shallow and soon
came in gasps. All I wanted to do was to slam my cock into her.

"Fuck me!"

I pushed her against the wall, and aimed my cock at her pussy. She
gasped as I pushed my length inside her, filling her to the hilt. I
began to move slowly. After a good few minutes of slowly torturing her
pussy this way, I began to give it to her hard. She moaned and
whimpered. And every now and then I heard her demanding that I should
fuck her, that I should give her my dick. My wife had a filthy mouth.
Finally she began rubbing her clit. It always drove me wild seeing her
play with herself while I had my dick inside her. She screamed as her
orgasm hit her. My thrusting grew faster. Then I finally came too,
grunting like a man possessed.

After we both had finished, I drew my cock out of her pussy. I held her
in my arms as the water cascaded over us. Michelle turned around and
gave me a passionate kiss. I held her in my arms as we stood under the
shower head together.

Then her mood changed. She pushed me back against the shower.

"That was a freebie. The rest of the weekend, it's going to be you
screaming for me to fuck you," she said in a sexy whisper.

"Now who's the tease?"

After our eventful shower, we helped each other decide what to wear. For 'Jenny', Michelle chose a black and white sundress with a black shrug
that complimented it perfectly. For 'Mike', I chose a pair of khaki
pants and a white shirt with roll back sleeves and a pair of boxer
briefs, that matched her binder she was going to wear to flatten her
chest. Michelle even wore the harness and the dildo we had used the
previous night. This time, the boxers and the baggy khaki pants helped
to cover the bulge. Finally, Michelle helped me with some light make-up,
and then we were ready to go.

I was nervous during the whole drive. 'Mike' chose to drive, and
squeezed my hand. We entered the valley area and parked near the
shopping district. If I was nervous in the car, then I was hot mess as
we stepped out of the car. 'Mike' held my hand tightly, as a sign of
trust, and we moved towards the shops.

The mian street was bustling with people. Surprisingly no one was
staring at us. It was as if no one cared that a woman dressed like a
man, was walking hand-in-hand with a man dressed as a woman.

We spotted a store that we liked, and ventured inside. Most of the
shoppers were women. The sales staff greeted us warmly and welcomed us.
A couple of women even looked at us and gave us a smile.

The friendly vide put me at ease and I could feel my nervousness slowly disappear. The sales staff directed 'Mike' to the section that had more masculine clothing for women who considered themselves 'butch'. I, on
the other hand, was a still a little too shy to look for anything.

In the past, Michelle had always shopped for new items of female
clothing for me. Or we just made purchases from online stores selling
female clothing for crossdresser's. It was more discreet.

Back on the sidewalk having made some purchases for herself, 'Mike'
stopped in her tracks and pointed towards a store across the street. It
was a sex shop!

"You want to go in there?" I asked, once again quite jittery with nerves.

"Yeah," she nodded in excitement.

"I don't know."

"Oh come on, don't be a wuss!"

"Babe, its one thing to go shopping for clothes, a sex shop is a
different story alltogether..." I let the sentence trail off.

"It'll be fun. We'll just look around. Who knows, we might even find
something we like?"

She pulled me towards the store. Except for a woman sitting behind the
counter, the store was empty. The woman had bronzed skin, an
average-sized chest, with short dark hair. She seemed to be in her early
to mid-twenty's. She smiled as she spotted us.

"Hello. How can I help you today?" she asked cheerfully.

"I was wondering if you had any toys my husband and I can use?"

I was mortified. "Michelle!"

The sales woman saw my horrified expression. "It's okay sir. We get
straight couples in here all the time," she said, encouragingly.

"See? Just relax babe."

"Are you looking for anything specific?" the woman asked.

"Nothing specific, really. We just saw the store from across the street
and decided to come and take a look. Erm, miss..."

"Carmen. My name's Carmen."

"Nice to meet you Carmen."

"Likewise," she said.

"This is James. Jenny actually..."

"Michelle!!" I groaned under my breath, and gave her an icy stare.

"... and I'm... Mike..."

"Hi Jenny, it's nice to meet you... and you too... Mike" said Carmen
with a Cheshire cat grin, first shaking my hand and then 'Mike's'.

"So, what is it that you guys are looking for today? Vibrators? Dildos? Harnesses? Sexy lingerie?"

"Could you show us some harnesses?" asked 'Mike'.

"Sure, right this way."

She led us to a section towards the back of the shop where a number of harnesses were on the display. As with my female clothing, Michelle was
the one who always purchased the harnesses and the dildos. We've
purchased three harnesses over the past couple of years. Two of them
were made of leather and had to be discarded for wear and tear. The
third was a cloth harness, much easier to wash and maintain.

"Wow, you have quite a selection!" exclaimed 'Mike'.

"Yeah, we have a wide range of pretty much everything. In fact, we are
the biggest sex shop in the city. We pride ourselves on being able to
meet almost all our clients' needs," replied Carmen. "Do you own a
harness right moment?"

"Yes we do. A Tomboi harness," replied 'Mike'.

"Briefs or the boxers?"

"Briefs."

"Good choice."

"Yeah, I love it."

"You have it on now, don't you?" asked Carmen, with a grin.

'Mike' and I froze and looked at each other. She, in surprise. I, in
silent mortification.

"How did you guess?" exclaimed 'Mike'.

"Well, I can see a bit of bulge there. Plus a lot of women we get in
here are packing," replied Carmen.

"Really?" I asked, finally breaking my silence.

"He speaks!" laughed Carmen. 'Mike' burst out laughing too.

They were giggling like schoolgirls. I was annoyed, and descended into
silence again.

"I'm sorry. But yeah, we do get a lot of women who pack. It's quite
common these days." She picked up a harness that was styled like boxer
shorts and showed them to us. "This for example. A lot of trans-men
prefer these particular pair of boxers. They put in dildos or packers
and get on with their daily routines," explained Carmen.

"They look nice," said 'Mike', as she stoked the cloth harness.

"They look good, yes. But when you want to play, they don't have a lot
of give at all. I've heard from many people that that dampens their experience," replied Carmen.

"Then why do you carry them here?"

"Well we have to. Plus this style can also be used as a packer. So they
do serve their purpose to some extent. However," she continued, picking
up yet another harness, "this is the harness I stand by. It's called the
Joque, because, as you can see, it's shaped like a jock strap. It's a double-strap harness,and therefore very easy to put on. The adjustable
Velcro straps at the back make putting them on almost effortless. It's
got a bunch of other straps too which once adjusted, never need to be
adjusted again."

"Never again?" 'Mike' looked incredulous.

"Not at all. Unless you want someone else to wear it, then, of course,
you would have to make adjustments."

"Is it comfortable?"

"From experience, I can assure you it is the most comfortable harness!"

"Any good for pegging?" asked 'Mike'. I got another horrified look on my
face.

"Yeah, definitely," answered Carmen, glancing in my direction, with a reassuring smile.

"Does it come with a dildo?"

"Sometimes they come in kits, but this is just the harness. If you are
looking for a dildo that will go with it, you would have to consider
what type, size and girth for example. Personally, I prefer this one
called the Outlaw."

The dildo she held in her hand was a realistic dildo and it was huge!

"It's about nine inches or so. You can also go with the Bandit, which is
about eight inches long. Both come in vanilla, caramel & chocolate colors."

"Will these go with the Joque?"

"Like I said, I speak from experience."

"Have you... ever... used it... on a guy?" asked Michelle.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I have," replied Carmen, with a smile.

'Mike' turned to me, "We'll take it."

I gulped as I heard her say those words. The dildo we had at home was
about seven inches long. The eight-incher seemed ok too. But the nine
inch dildo 'Mike' wanted to get us to get was massive!

"Which color would you prefer?" asked Carmen.

"We'll take both in caramel."

"Great, I'll ring these up for you then."

I pulled 'Mike' closer to me, "You're buying both of them?"

"Yeah. So?"

"But that... that other one is... so big... " I pointed out unnecessarily.

"Aww, is my little kitten worried?" teased 'Mike'. "Don't worry babe,
we'll try it out. If you can't take it then we can always use it on me,"
she said, with a wicked grin.

I was nervous once again, but after all the shopping I had was begging
to get a little hungry and tried not to think about the big dildo. We
opted for lunch at a bistro across from what appeared to be an old, out
of use movie theater.

"Look at that, an old-fashioned theater," said 'Mike'.

"They haven't listed any movies outside, I wonder if they're still
operating."

"Wait here," said 'Mike', as she headed across the road. My nerves began
to act up again as I stood alone outside the restaurant.

She ran up to the young man sitting at the ticket counter and exchanged
a few words before making her way back to me.

"They're still in business, and they're showing Casablanca tonight."

"Oh, okay," I said, as we entered the restaurant.

A hostess met us at the door, and guided us to a booth. She handed us a
couple of menus and smiled at us as she walked away.

"So, I thought that maybe, we could see Casablanca tonight?" said 'Mike'.

"You want to come back here and watch a movie?"

"Yeah. I mean, our shopping trip is going so well. No one is staring at
us. The vibe here is so great. I thought the movie would be a nice end
to our day?"

'Mike' looked at me expectantly.

"Well, we have had a good day. What the hell, let's do it."

"Great!"

"I haven't seen it anyway, so... "

"You haven't seen Casablanca?" She looked at me like I was from another
planet.

"No. Is it any good?"

"It's only one of the most romantic movies ever!"

"Okay," I replied, laughing.

"I first saw it in high school, and I used fantasize that I was Ingrid Bergman," she said with a sigh and far away look.

"Okaaay," I said, laughing.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You fantasized that you were a movie actress?" I couldn't contain my
laughter.

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"Haven't you ever fantasized that you were a character from a movie or
even just someone else?" she asked.

I could tell that 'Mike' was not going to let this go. I had never been
more happy to see a waitress at that moment.

"Hi, my name is Melinda, and I'll be serving you today. Have you decided
what you would like?"

"Um, no not yet. Could you give us a few more minutes?" said 'Mike'.

"Whenever you guys are ready, wave me over and I'll be back to take your order."

'Mike' continued to fix me with the enquiring stare she treated me to
before the waitress interrupted us.

"What?"

"I'm still kind of waiting for my answer."

"Well, I mean I used to fantasize, but not really about being a movie
star or anything..." I let the sentence trail off.

'Mike' leaned in closer, looking into my eyes as if trying to pry my
secrets out of me.

"But there was someone you fantasized about, or someone you fantasized
being?" she prompted.

I could feel my cheeks heating up as I blushed. I knew I had been caught.

"You didn't fantasize about screwing her, did you? You fantasized about
being her," 'Mike' grinned. "Come on, tell me!"

"No..."

"Oh, come on. I accept you for who you are James. It's okay. You can
tell me."

"No. Now let it go, please." I made eye contact with the waitress, and
gestured her over to our table.

"You have to tell me. Maybe we can even do some kind of role-play and
get you off," she teased, grinning.

I knew Michelle well enough to know that she would not let this go. And
if I told her she probably would end up making that fantasy come true.
But I didn't want to tell her.

"So, you're ready to order?" the waitress asked.

"Yeah. I'd like to start with a drink first. A rum and coke please," I
said hastily, welcoming the interruption.

"And for you?"

"I'll have whichever beer you have on tap, please."

"Okay, great. I'll be back with your drinks soon."

'Mike' scooted next to me in the booth.

"Tell me. Come on. You know I'm not going to let this go."

"Just leave it, please."

"James, please. Tell me. I have accepted everything about you. I am not
going to judge you. This far into our relationship, you don't trust me?"

"It's not about trust. It's just kind of embarrassing."

She looked a little puzzled. I could see that she was trying to figure
out why I was so reluctant.

"The maid who came my parents house twice a week. And the head
cheerleader at my old high school." I was mortified.

'Mike' burst out laughing.

Just then the waitress came over with our drinks. Thank god she didn't
linger. I almost downed most of my drink in one go.

"What's so funny?"

"Because, fantasizing about the maid and the head cheerleader is such a cliché!" she said, trying to contain her incredulity.

I couldn't hide my annoyance. I sat drinking quietly and studying the menu.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have laughed, baby." She moved even closer to me,
squeezing my thigh. "I'm sorry, baby. Really." Michelle knew I found the
cute puppy dog eyes she was making just then hard to resist. I relaxed
and smiled, and was rewarded with a quick kiss on the lips.

"Aw, you guys are so cute!" We were so preoccupied that we didn't see
the waitress who had come over to the table to drop some nuts. She
grinned at us, and walked off again.

'Mike' smiled and gave me another kiss on the cheek. We sat in silence
for a few minutes sipping our drinks and studying the menus. 'Mike'
suddenly looked up at me in excitement.

"I have an idea," she said with a naughty grin.

"What?"

"What if we spend tomorrow fulfilling one fantasy of each of ours?"

"You want us to role-play our fantasies when our roles are already
reversed like this?" I gestured to us in our carefully-selected attire.
I couldn't help smirking

"Why not? Look, we have already switched places. You can't deny that
last night was hot. Amazingly so. Why not spice it up a little bit
more?" she asked.

"You're really serious!" I exclaimed, draining my glass.

"Yes, I am! We can make either one of your fantasies come true. Sort of."

I could tell she was getting into this now. She suddenly put down the
beer she'd been nursing and grabbed her bag and handed me some money. I
was confused.

"Go to the sex shop. Get whatever outfit you want. Once you're back,
I'll go out get an outfit for you to wear to make my fantasy real. I'm
sure Carmen would be happy to help you out," she said with a wink.

I thought about it for a second. Although we switched gender roles from
time to time, we hadn't ever done any kind of role-play. It did sound
hot. And it would be fun. To my surprise, I had already begun to develop
some ideas about what I wanted from the experience.

"Okay," I nodded, smiling. I grabbed the cash, leaving 'Mike' at the restaurant.

Within a minute or two, I was back at the shop. I seemed to be the only shopper. Carmen had just come from the back of the store as I walked in.
She was all smiles.

"Back so soon?"

"Uhm... uh... yes. I actually need your help with something."

"Sure, shoot!"

"This may sound a little weird." I said softly, and cringing with embarrassment. "Do you have any special role-playing outfits?"

"You're looking for something for yourself?" she asked, not batting an eye.

"Ummm..."

She could tell I was nervous.

"We have some nice plus-sized costumes. I am sure we could find
something for you."

She took my elbow and guided me towards racks and racks of different
kinds of outfits that seemed ideal for fantasy play. The selection for
men was sparse - just one rack. But there were several racks of costumes
for women to choose from! Carmen went to stand in front of one of them.

"These are samples of the costumes I told you about. I'm sure you'll
find something here."

Before I knew what was happening, pulling items off the racks. They
looked like fun, but nothing like what I was looking for. And then, just
as I was losing hope, she had the outfit I wanted in her hand.

"Umm... could I take a look at that one, please."

She looked at the item in her hand, and smiled.

"This one just came in yesterday. It's one of our larger plus-sized
costumes and should fit you perfectly."

I was skeptical.

"Is there any way to check whether the size will fit?"

"Oh these are all free sizes and should fit you just fine. I've helped
quite a few couples with similar requests and have never had any
complaints or returns."

How could I not buy the costume.

When I got back to the restaurant, 'Mike' was sipping on what seemed to
be a fresh pint of beer. I sat down and put my purchase down on the seat between us. I smiled at her. She grinned back, and then got up and left
without saying a word. I ordered another rum and coke, and watched her
rush out.

'Mike' certainly took a lot longer than I had. After 40 minutes I became
very curious about what could be taking her so long. I was famished, and
wolfed down a ham sandwich while I waited.

'Mike' walked in and scooted into the booth just as I was biting into
the second half of my sandwich. She had a similar bag to the one I had
walked in with almost an hour earlier. We were both smiling from ear to
ear. There was no need for words.

"Shall we order?" I asked as she settled down.

"No, I'm not really hungry," she said, moving closer to me. She kissed
me on the cheek and started nibbling on some of the fries that had
accompanied the sandwich. We continued eating in silence. Then, out of
the blue, I felt her lifting my dress slightly, and moving her hand up
between my legs. I gasped as she began caressing my panty-covered cock.

The little tease continued munching, while pretending as though nothing untoward was going on. I, on the other hand, couldn't concentrate on
food because of what she was doing to me. I couldn't believe when she
pulled my cock out of my panties, and started stroking it. I was
becoming rock-hard.

"Aren't you going to finish your sandwich?"

"Uhm... uhhhhhh... no... I feel kind... of... full..." I managed, as she
jerked me off.

Keeping a straight face was difficult. I quickly scanned the immediate surroundings to make sure that no one could see what was happening at
our table. No one seemed to notice.

'Mike' nonchalantly drank some of her beer as she edged me closer to
orgasm. I grabbed hold of the table as I got closer. And then, just like
that 'Mike' let go of my cock, and stuffed it back into my panties. She
removed her hand from under the table, and waved to get the waitress's attention.

"Check please!"

I couldn't believe it. She had gotten me so close, and then... denied me
my release.

She looked at me innocently, as she drained the last of her beer.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a grin as the waitress handed us the check.

We had reached home by 3 p.m. The drive home was quiet; we didn't say a
word to each other all the way home. 'Mike' parked the car in the
driveway. She unlocked the front door, dropped her bags on the floor and
pushed me against the wall without much warning. She grabbed my hands
and held them over my head, pinning me to the wall. She began kissing me roughly. I could only try to return her kisses.

Once she had had her fill of my lips, she turned me around. She began
grinding her crotch against my behind, while her hands were holding mine
above my head and against the wall. I could feel her hard-on pressing
against my ass as her hands moved down slowly to caress the sides of my breasts.

Soon her hands were under my dress. Before long I felt a hand inside my panties, squeezing my ass cheeks. After paying some attention to my ass,
I felt her moving away slightly and lifting my dress. I gasped loudly as
I felt her hand smack my ass hard! She gave a couple of more smacks
before I heard her unzipping her pants. She began to smack my ass with
her cock and after a few more smacks she pulled my panties down over my
knees. Her teasing of my hole with her cock soon had me whimpering and
moaning in heat.

I moaned in disappointment as she stopped her ministrations to pull me
roughly away from the wall. I watched in silence as she pulled up her
boxers and pants before leading me into the kitchen. Before long I found
myself pushed face down on the kitchen table.

"Mmmm, look at that nice round ass." And then she landed another smack
on my behind. "Do you like that, baby?"

I could only manage a moan. She kicked my feet wider apart. "Do you want
to get fucked?" she whispered into my ear.

"Yes, please."

She began to grind her cock against my hole. My own erect cock twitched
as she moved against me.

"Please don't tease me, Mike," I pleaded, getting into character.

"Then tell me how much you want my cock, you whore."

"I want your cock so bad. Please, please just give it to me!"

She laughed and released her grip. "Stay!" I heard her walking out of
the kitchen and up the stairs towards our bedroom.

She returned a minute or so later, and soon after I felt the cool lubed
head of her cock pushing against the puckered entrance to my hole. She
applied a little pressure and the head slipped inside easily. I moaned
and whimpered as she went ahead and drove the entire length in in one
thrust.

She began pounding me really hard. I could feel her pants smacking
against my thighs as she fucked me nice and hard. Soon I heard a
familiar buzzing sound. She must have hidden the vibrator, which sounded
like it was now pressed against her clit, in the harness's pouch.

"Fuck yeah! Take my cock," she screamed, smacking my ass at regular
intervals.

"Oh fuck... yeah... fuck... fuck ... fuck..." I screamed as she rammed
into me like a wild animal in heat. I had fucked her just like this on
many occasions and I guess she was returning the favor. The vibrator
continued to buzz as she too began to gasp and moan.


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