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JACQUI
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“Hello. I’m home!”

‘Oh no! Oh fuck! Oh shit!’ was all Mark could think. Sally was in the
house and he had nowhere to run. She was home early – very early and she
was now going to find him sitting at the computer dressed in her clothes.

“Hi,” she said as she came into his office, where he spent most of his
day writing the syndicated newspaper and magazine copy that kept them
solvent. Her job, as PA to the Managing Director of a local
manufacturing company helped with the day-to-day expenses and, at Mark’s insistence, put money in her purse to buy her clothes, perfume,
cosmetics and other “nice” things, as Mark called them. As she spoke,
the sentence tailed off as she saw him sitting there.

“Have you had a g…?” Good day, were the words that would have completed the question, but Sally’s jaw dropped as she appeared to lose the power
of speech. Her husband of ten years was sitting before her dressed in
one of his own denim shirts, but open to where a cleavage would be if he
had one, her old denim mini skirt, a pair of her black tights and an old
pair of black high-heeled court shoes.

His face turned beetroot red, as she looked him up and down, her
thoughts swimming round her head.

“What…I mean, how…I mean, why…,” she stammered the questions almost quicker than they were occurring to her, before eventually settling for,
“how long has this been going on Mark?”

“A few –er – years,” he replied.

The next four or five hours were spent in Mark recounting the story of
how he had got hooked on cross-dressing in her clothes after finding a
pair of her panties accidentally stuffed in his underwear drawer, how he didn’t think he was gay but really enjoyed the feel of women’s clothes
and how he was so very, very sorry for hiding such a huge secret from her.

For her part, Sally never once criticised him. She just wanted to know
the why, when, how, and where of it all and, although she went over the
same ground several times there was never a moment when she lost her
temper with him or gave any suggestion that their relationship was at an
end.

Quite the contrary, in fact, when she finally announced as they got into
bed that night, “you know that this changes things between us?”

As she spoke she turned to face him and saw that he was near to tears.
She immediately brushed his face with her hand in reassurance.

“No, no,” she said hurriedly, “not badly. At least, I don’t think so. I still love you as much as ever, but things will now be – well, different.”

He looked up at her as she continued.

“From now on, if this really makes you happy, we must make sure that you
do it properly.”

“Properly?”

“Yes, but please don’t interrupt Mark. This has come as a big surprise
to say the least and I am gathering my thoughts as I speak.”

“OK”

“From now on, you must not use my old clothes. They don’t really suit
you anyway. We will buy you your own wardrobe.”

It was Mark’s turn for his jaw to drop.

“I am sure we can do some of it on the internet and when we have you
looking convincing, which from what I saw, should easily be possible, we
can go shopping together for clothes for both of us.”

Mark couldn’t believe her reaction and he was about to embrace her and
kiss her for being so understanding when she drew breath and continued.

“There are two conditions,” she explained. “One, although we will go out and introduce you to the world as my very best girlfriend, and we must
think of the right name for you by the way, you must continue to be my
husband at other times. Mark does not die off just because we will
embrace your alter ego.”

“Of course,” he said, almost too eagerly.

“And,” she paused and looked at him before continuing, “I will want to take a lover or two from time to time.”

That he certainly hadn’t expected and he immediately frowned and looked
very worried again.

“Fair’s fair,” she exclaimed. “I am going to indulge your fantasy, so you must let me enjoy mine. I will make you a promise here and now. I
will never get embroiled in a long-term relationship with another man,
it will be purely sex and nothing else. But if I see a man that I want
to sleep with, I will feel able to go after him without feeling in any
way guilty or beholden to you. In fact, it may even be, now I think of
it, that I might allow myself to be picked up when we are out on a girly
night together.”

“And where will that leave me?” asked Mark, “all dressed up and nowhere to go?”

“Well,” she giggled, “you’ll be alright as long as he has a mate. But I get first pick!”

“I told you - I may cross-dress, but I’m not gay”.

“Yes, you said that. So you wouldn’t want to have sex with another man?”

“No!”

“You wouldn’t want to feel something pushing at your ass?”

As she spoke, Sally snuggled against him and ran the forefinger of her
right hand down his spine until the tip of her finger found his ass
hole. Pushing at it gently, as she did often when they had sex, she felt
his cock immediately harden and push up against her body.

“Mmm,” she whispered, “I think that dressed prettily, in satin and lace, you probably wouldn’t say no.”

She turned away from him briefly and fumbled for something in her
bedside drawer. She pulled out her 8” long silver dildo. Licking it so
that it was covered in her saliva, she reached behind him again and
pushed the old, hard but freshly moist sex toy against his ass.

His cock twitched and his legs parted. Slowly she pushed it inside him
while bending her face down to his cock. Taking it in her mouth she
licked round its circumcised helmet and then allowed it to slide towards
the back of her throat.

Pushing the dildo into his ass in rhythm with her sucking, she felt his
back arch and his hips buck as he took up the movement and fucked her
mouth. He came quickly, hot white spunk flowing into her mouth and down
her throat. He always delivered a huge amount of cum and she was ready
for it, swallowing deeply on every third pump of spunk until he was
completely spent.

She slowly removed the dildo and release his cock from her mouth and
then pulled his head gently down to her cunt. She was already very wet
and he smelt the musky odour of hot sex as he licked her cunt lips and
pushed his tongue into them.

Playing with her tits, he rolled each nipple between the thumb and
forefinger of each hand, knowing how much that turned her on. He heard
her moan as he licked and sucked her pussy, probing deep into her with
his tongue. He felt his cock hardening again but persisted in paying
attention to her rather than himself and she was soon writhing and
moaning with the sheer pleasure of what his hands and mouth were doing
to the most sensitive parts of her body.

He felt her tense and her legs momentarily went rigid before she let out
a huge moan of pleasure and rode his mouth with her cunt, cumming with
wave after wave of pulsating orgasm.

As she gasped for breath and began to push his head slowly away, he took control raising his body in a flash so that his erect cock was pushing
at her cunt opening.

“N-no,” she gasped, “not yet – I can’t…ooooooooh”

He pushed deep into her, reckoning that she was probably still cumming
with tiny tremors coursing through her and, if he caught her right, they
might well cum together big style now. He couldn’t have been more correct.

Her eyes narrowed, her lids half-closed as she looked up at him.

“Fuck me!” she commanded through half-clenched teeth. “Fuck me –hard!”

He rode her hard and fast, pushing deeper into her with every stroke.
Her cunt muscles pulled him in each time, effectively wanking him as he
fucked her.

They both lasted much longer, literally enjoying and savouring the ride.

“Oh my God! Oh YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” she screamed as they both exploded
at the same time.

He lay across her as they both pumped their cum, his hot spunk filling
her and her juices flowing freely over his hard cock. As they finished,
they both gasped for breath, uncoupled slowly and lay apart on the bed.

“You didn’t wear anything”, she said after a moment.

“Oh fuck,” he replied.

But they both knew that the chance of her getting pregnant was very low,
as they had tried for a baby several times since they were married,
without success.

“Ah well,” she said, “If it happens, it happens. If it does, we’ll have to buy you a sexy nurses outfit.”

They both laughed heartily at her joke, before Sally added.

“Jacqui”.

“Mmm?” he queried.

“Jacqui”, she replied. “That’s what we’ll call you. And there’s no time
like the present. I’m going to switch on the computer and find my tape measure, to make sure we get you the right size in everything. You make
the coffee – Jacqui. A whole new world starts here.”


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Tootight1Tootight1almost 5 years ago
good story
yes it is, if your looking at the way some wives handle this situation.
I have to wonder at the way the story is presented though. He indulged
in his fantasy to the point of dressing up, not just thinking about it.
In a way he deprived his wife of his inner thoughts, so I can see how
this may be cheating, emotionally. So, what happened, when he was
caught? Some stories will go the full gambit as to the wives reaction,
and this wife had a reaction also. Now she wanted a lover, or two, or
three, whatever she wanted. This on the same day she caught him. Could
she be accused of cheating the whole time also? As per her words, you
can have your fantasies so I can have mine, fair is fair. She was making
rules, and guidelines for them, without his input in any way. Does that
sound like a female, It does to me. This has to stop right here. The
story says they talked for hours, but not what was said. A marriage is a partnership, certainly, one always takes the lead, but is also dependent
on the situation, which one does it. I can see where bad things can come quickly.

Anonymousover 8 years ago
great start -- just like me
This story is very similar to what happened to me & my wife. She caught
me dressed in her clothes when she came home early from a weekend at her sister's house. We had a long talk and after she played with my ass
(with her fingers & her vibrator), she got me to admit that I'd like to
try having "the real thing" in my man-pussy. She said first she'd teach
me how to suck cock and she knew that once I did so then I would be
begging to get fucked. She was right. She invited her gay male friend
from work to our house for an evening of fun. He really put me at ease
by being so understanding of my situation. He's not a cross-dresser but
he did have a tough time coming out of the closet. He made me realize
that no one needs to accept who I am except me. The fact that I had a
loving & understanding wife made it very easy to accept and to enjoy my
new situation. Since then, he & I have had sex numerous times - most of
the time with my wife watching. He & I make out (hot french-kissing), we
suck each other's cocks, and we fuck each other. I may not be totally
"gay" like him but I truly don't mind anyone calling me a "sissy faggot cocksucker" -- BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I AM !!! My wife & I still have sex sometimes but I really feel more comfortable having hot gay sex with my
lover & his other friends (both gay & bi). I love dressing up for them
and they love fucking me like the faggot slut that I am. I can't wait to
read your other stories - this one got me so hot and hard.

Anonymousover 9 years ago
GREAT BEGINNING
What a great beginning! Let's have more.

Anonymousalmost 11 years ago
Strikes Home
Great story and looking forward to the next part.

As a male who does the same thing and loves dressing as a woman, which
my wife has accepted. To go from just dressing to sucking and fucking
men took alot of conversation between the two of us and eventually we
came to the same arrangement. We both bring lovers home to service our
needs and some have sex with both. One difference is that when she
brings a guy or guys home and fucks him I get to suck the cum out of her
pussy. We have about 10 regulars and pick up new cocks about once a
week. I've brought up the subject of watching her eat and/or be eaten my
a woman but that's out of the question. We both are " cocks only" people.

rickyfixrickyfixover 17 years ago
Your story
You are off to a great start with this story. Hope you keep it up with
more offerings.

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ACQUI STEPS OUT
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He becomes her and reaps the reward.
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This is a true story – every bit of it. I would like to dedicate it to
the two men who shared that fantastic night with me but who never knew
quite what it meant to me.

*

He'd been planning it for weeks. Now it was going to happen.

The business to the North had provided the opportunity and he had
everything with him. In the boot of his car was the small briefcase that contained everything he needed to be his other self.

He was trembling as he pulled the car in to the motorway services and
took the case with him into the Gents. He found an empty cubicle that
still had a coat hook intact on the back of the door and started to strip.

His male attire discarded, he popped the catches on the case and took
out a pair of black lace, tummy control panties and eased them over his
shave and wax'd legs. His pubic hair was gone too and he pushed his
smooth cock and balls so that they were encased by the panties and
tucked snugly away at the top of his thighs.

One day he intended to master the technique of a female impersonator
he'd seen on television, actually pushing the balls back up inside his
body. For now though, he looked tidy enough in that department and was beginning to feel really excited.

He pulled on the sheer black hold-up stockings and then clipped on the
black bra. The yellow sweater dress followed before he pulled his jeans
back on. The sweater dress was gathered round his waist for now and
would look like nothing more than a sweater for the time being. He
stepped back into his loafers, put his male clothing into the case and, remembering to flush the chain, he left the cubicle, looking no more or
less like the man who had entered it minutes before.

Back in the car, his heart now beating strongly, he drove to a quiet
corner of the car park, before squirming slightly in his seat so that he
could pull his jeans down and off. He then replaced the loafers with a
pair of pointed toe, black patent high-heels and started to apply his
make-up.

Face on, he teased his hair like his friend Ray had shown him, to pull
it from his regular slicked-back style into a tight, girly bob. Then the finishing touch. From inside the case, two silicone breast forms, which
he pushed up inside the sweater dress and into the bra. He felt so good,
and so hot.

The next stage would be the first big test. He drove back onto the
motorway as far as the next services, parked and got out again, this
time going into the ladies, handbag on his arm.

Again he used a cubicle, as all ladies do, and this time he really did
want to pee. Taking a panty liner from his handbag, he slid it into
place in his panties to prevent any seepage spoiling the knickers and,
pulling a condom over it, pushed his cock back into place.

Outside the cubicle, he washed his hands and, using a compact from his
handbag, checked his make-up. Women came and went round hi, without a
murmur. He was now a she. Jacqui was ready.

What Jacqui really wanted now was to find a man. She realised, however,
that it would have to be a man that knew, and she did look very
convincing. So a gay haunt was required and she knew just the place.

Ten miles from home, lay-by offered the perfect scenario from about 9
o'clock every evening. By the time Jacqui got there it was 9.45 and the
lay-by was very busy. She found a space towards the end of the queue of
parked cars and reversed back into it, noticing a silver 4-by-4 parked immediately behind.

After stopping the car, she looked round to assess who was there and
what to do, when saw the interior light of the 4-by-4 being switched on
and off. She did the same with hers.

To be sure there was no confusion, she got out of her car and want round
to the boot, bending into it enough to reveal the tops of her hold-up's
under the hem of the sweater skirt.

She turned, as if to check for oncoming traffic before returning to her
car, and looked straight at the drivers place in the 4-by-4 at the same
time.

Returning to her car, her heart now pounding with nerves, she saw in her mirror, the guy get out of his vehicle, lock it and walk to the
passenger side of her car.

She opened the door to let him in.

He was gorgeous. Dressed all in black leather, including gloves, he was
about 5'10", clean-shaven, with beautiful crystal blue eyes, and a
rugged clean-shaven jaw. He smelt of expensive cologne and she knew that
he knew and all would be OK.

"Wow" said the man, looking at her as she sat there.

"Wow, yourself", giggled Jacqui.

He leaned towards her and they kissed, their tongues quickly and
urgently finding each other, his gloved hand on her knee.

She parted her legs slightly as his hand travelled slowly up her thigh.
As it reached her panties, she felt her cock twitch and knew she would
come straight away if he touched it.

Squeezing her legs shut, she removed his hand, looking in his eyes and
laughing as she did so.

She leant forward and unzipped his leather trousers reached inside and
slowly pulled out a circumcised cock that was at least 7" long, quite
thick and already glistening with pre-cum.

Looking at him and licking her lips, she moved her head down so that her
lips brushed the helmet of his cock. She pushed the tip of her tongue
into his cock hole and then eased her lips and then all her mouth round
his shaft.

She wanked him with her right hand as her mouth sucked him off. She
paused momentarily to let her tongue flick the tiny loose flap of skin
under the helmet.

Returning to her task she now sucked him more vigorously than before and
she felt his arm reaching round to cup her as cheeks. How her ass felt
hot and desperately wanted him to fill it, but that would have to wait
for maybe another time.

She heard his breathing quicken as she sucked and wanked, sucked and
wanked. Still sucking, she stopped wanking him to cup and stroke his
balls, and then returned to wanking, her fingers moving in sync with her
mouth to give him the ultimate feeling.

He grunted, bucked his hips slightly and pumped fresh, hot, salty spunk
deep into her mouth. Jacqui kept sucking and kept her lips clamped to
his shaft so that nothing escaped. Reaching for her dash she pulled two
mansize tissues from the box she kept there and moved them into place
round and on top of his cock as she slowly pulled her mouth. Only now
did she swallow the cum that had collected in her mouth and throat,
letting him see her do so, a tiny drop dribbling from the corner of her
mouth.

They kissed again, just lightly brushing their lips and she now lay back
in her seat, opening her legs again and looking invitingly at him. The
gloved hand was there like a shot, and just as she knew she would, she
began to cum instantly, filling the condom he had wisely pulled on at
his last motorway stop.

At the height of the sensation, she grabbed his hand to stop him going
any further. That had been great, but now she wanted to kiss this
handsome stranger goodbye and go and clean up.

When he started to speak, she kissed him and with a look made it clear
they were done.

The stranger back in his own car, she drove about 3 miles to a roadside
café, used the ladies to freshen up and dispose of the condom and sat
down to a salad and a cup of tea.

As she ate she was aware of being watched. Worried that she'd been found
out, she looked up slowly to see a rather rough looking man, slightly overweight and in need of a shave, looking back at her from across the
café. He smiled, she smiled back.

He came over and sat opposite her. He told her he was a trucker, with
his lorry parked outside and he'd noticed she was by herself. He offered
to pay for her food and when she said "no" he insisted and paid for it
anyway, together with his own bill.

His next line was so obvious, Jacqui almost laughed in his face, but
controlled herself as he asked her if she would be kind enough to go
with him to his truck to show him on his map where the next town was
that he was heading for.

Wondering what the hell she had got herself into, let alone how she
would get out of it, she agreed, and had to lean on him as they walked
across the pebbled car park, as he tottered slightly on her heels. As
she did so, she could see the bulge growing in his jeans.

He helped her up into his truck, and got a full eyeful of panties and
stocking tops as she climbed in. Once in the driver's seat, he muttered something about his maps being in the sleeping space at the rear of his
cab and he climbed through to find it.

Within a minute he said he wasn't sure which map and could she help him
work out, so she carefully eased her way in to find him naked with a
fat, uncut 9" prick being worked furiously in his hand.

She smiled at him and kissed him and took over the wanking, her mind
working overtime as to how she would come out unscathed, as it appeared
obvious that the trucker thought she really was a girl.

Her pushed her down and said he wanted to fuck her.

"Y-you can't!", she stammered.

"Come on babe. You know you want it. Don't tell me you didn't know what
you coming in here for!"

"Yes, I do, but I can't. It's my time of the month. My period."

"I don't mind a bit of blood!"

"Oh, but it's more than a bit."

Still wanking him she looked into his eyes, and inspiration struck.

"Would you like my ass instead?"

His eyes lit up. Now all she had to do was make sure she dropped her
panties just far enough and kept his hands from her "cunt".

She turned over, and eased her panties down exposing the smoothest, sweetest-smelling ass that trucker had seen in months.

"Be gentle" she said, and then let out a little scream as she felt the
think 9" of hard cock being pushed into her.

His huge hands landed either side of her head as he pushed deep into her
anus, her eyes almost screwed tight with the pain.

As he fucked her, the feeling eased and she not only began to enjoy it,
she could feel herself becoming aroused.

His breathing was quicker now, and accompanied by grunts of pleasure as
well as effort.

She clenched her ass muscles round him.

"Do you like my tight little ass?" she teased.

"Oh fuck, yes!" he panted. "Oh yes!"

"Fuck me!" she yelled, "fuck me. Fill me with your hot, sticky spunk.
Come on, cum inside me. Fuck me."

It took only seconds more, before she felt his cock throb and pulse
four, five, six seven, eight times pumping creamy, hot semen into her.
When she thought he was spent, his weight pressed hard on her back, a
ninth throb seemed to deposit as much as the first eight altogether.

She eased him off her and he rolled over, sweating profusely on to his
back. Grabbing a towel that lay across his bed she wiped as much of the
residue away before pulling her now soiled and sticky panties back up
and into place.

Leaning over him, she looked into his eyes.

"That was great", she said, and then lying, added, "you made me cum too.
Next time you can fuck me properly."

She kissed him and left him lying there panting as she carefully
negotiated the cab, climbed down and walked back to her car.

She felt used, filthy and wonderfully satisfied.

She would find a place to clean up and change back, knowing now that she
was ready for the world to meet Jacqui on a regular basis. And it seemed
the world was up for it, too.

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Anonymousover 2 years ago
Wow
This is a story of slut wife using her husbsnds kink to cheat. You suck
as a writer. Do a unloving whore theme not tv/ ts story.

desireethtttvdesireethtttvover 3 years ago
Go gurl
You and I have led very similiar lives. Got to love a horny trucker right

Anonymousabout 6 years ago
please continue
These first 2 chapters of the Jacqui story are great. Please continue.
I'd like to read more stories of your adventures alone with strange men
(with big cocks) and also more adventures with your wife. I too am a
sissy CD cock-sucking faggot and my wife loves to pound my man-pussy on
a regular basis. Please tell us more stories - these ones turned me on
so much.

Joanne86Joanne86almost 8 years ago
what a dirty little slut she has become, will we be seeing more of
Jacqui and his adorable wife?

I do hope so and thank you for the very enjoyable first two parts.

Anonymousover 8 years ago
please tell us more
I can't wait to read more adventures of Jacqui. I can relate to her as I
too am a sexy cross-dresser who loves sucking cock and getting fucked on
a regular basis. Your stories turn me on and I can't wait to read more
of them.

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