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THE SUBSTITUTE HOUSEWIFE
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I suppose this is all my own doing really.

I had been working as Mr. Owen's assistant for 6 months now. I loved the
job he was a nice guy. Very generous to his staff and if the company was
doing well we all got bonuses. Yes, Owen tech was going places. My dream
of buying a narrow boat and living free on the canals of Britain could
be realized before I was too old to enjoy it.

I had only been with the company a month when we had a fancy dress
Christmas office party. I was persuaded by a couple of the temps to go
as a milkmaid. There were seven women in the office and they were one
short for "Eight maids a-milking". When I got to Shirley's house and saw
the outfit I nearly backed out. It was a milk maid's outfit from a porn
fetish version of the song. The skirt barely covered my backside.

They insisted I wore the black stockings and frilly blue and white
knickers that went with the outfit. I protested a little, but being a
closet crossdresser I was secretly loving it. I had to tuck myself back
between my legs and pull my knickers up tight to avoid tenting my puffy, petticoated skirt.

In my borrowed heels I tottered out to the minibus with the rest of the
girls. Women are such a bunch of perverts when they get together without
men. They forgot I was a man and carried on like I was one of the girls.
I think most of them were half cut before we reached the party.

When we reached the party at Mr. Owen's house I met his wife for the
first time. She was pretty and had a narrow face with a slightly crooked
nose, a little like mine. Instead of spoiling her, it made her look cute
and quirky. She seemed a little angry at having us at her house. Even I,
a fake woman could detect that.

An hour or so into the party the booze was flowing. I had been called
queer by the office asshole, been felt up by a couple of the guys, even
though they knew who I was. I was kind of enjoying myself. It was great
being able to crossdress with "permission". I was a good sport. I was
allowing the women to be "Eight maids a-milking".

An almost legless Shirley suggested we all grab guys and milk them. I
pretended to be horrified, but I was honestly so turned on by the drink,
the sexy feel of the knickers against my cock I considered it. I did not
think I was gay. I had only ever had sex with one girlfriend. I just
never really thought about sex much. I did have a drunken coupling with
a guy at uni. I enjoyed the sex, but it just did not seem right. Perhaps
I was fooling myself.

It never happened anyway. Two of the other maids dragged her off to the
kitchen to sober up. Mr. Owen announced we were all getting a £5000
Christmas bonus. He told us that the Yasimo Electronics Company deal was
almost signed. We would have a bumper year next year. I couldn't believe
it. That amount of money put me a little nearer my £100k target for my
dream narrow boat.

Shortly after I noticed Mr. Owen argue with his wife in the garden. She
slapped him and called him a "fucking idiot", and ran upstairs. I hoped
they would both be alright. It was Christmas after all. I never liked
Susan, his wife. She was meant to finalise the Yasimo contract, but she
got me to do everything. I had to use her email account to communicate
with Mr. Yasimo. Although it did give me a little thrill pretending to
be a woman talking to Mr. Yasimo.

He hit the whiskey hard after that. That's when it happened. I was
bending over to pick up a bottle some had knocked to the floor, I'm a
clean freak, I hate to see a mess. I was fully bent and my dress must
have ridden up exposing my lacy knickers. I felt two hands caress my
buttocks through the silky material.

My first reaction was to jump and shout. I didn't. It felt so bloody
good. The hands were softly massaging me.

"You love that don't you sexy girl?"

It was Mr. Owen! My boss was grouping me! What would he do when he found
out it was me?

"I always knew your sexy arse would look good in knickers Peter."

He gave me one final squeeze, then I stood up. My face was as red as a beetroot. He knew he was grouping me, not one of the women.

"My wife is a bitch Peter. She hates me giving bonuses. She thinks I'm
an idiot. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"No Mr. Owen. I think you are a generous boss. A great boss who is loved
by his staff."

"Call me Ken. The way I see it my staff makes me money, and I share it
with them. I know you did all the work on the Yasimo contract, so I'm
giving you an extra £2k. She tried to tell me she did it. She wants me
to stop all the bonuses. Well, that bitch can go suck on a lemon.

"Thanks, Ken. I really appreciate it. It will go straight in my narrow
boat. fund. Happy Christmas."

"It's good to have a dream, Peter. Stick with it. I had a dream once. I
was in love with a guy when I was at Oxford. We made plans to start our
own computer firm. Both our parents threatened to send us to a
"straight" camp. In the end we both married fucking horrible bitches. He
killed himself last week."

The whisky had dropped all his inhibitions. He should not be telling me
all this. He was really upset. I couldn't help myself. I wrapped my arms
around him and gave him a cuddle.

"It's alright Ken. You'll be OK."

Just then Susan walked in.

"That figures. I knew you'd find another fag. Queers like you two don't appreciate real women."

Ken pulled away from me and faced her.

"If you weren't spitting venom all the time perhaps I would. You can
fuck off and leave me alone."

"Yes, that's the only good idea you have had in years. Enjoy Christmas
alone faggot."

She stormed off.

"I'm so sorry Mr.. I mean Ken. That was my fault. I.."

"No Peter. That was a long time coming.

Christmas was uneventful for me as usual. I had few friends and no
family. I grew up in the foster care system. Some of the families sent
the odd card, most didn't. As an adult I realise many did it for the
money. They get between £450 to £1000 a week per child.

My basic one-room apartment was as bleak as usual. I watched TV and
browsed the web looking at narrow boats. I had £20k saved now. Another
£80k should get me a decent pre-owned boat. Then I would need money for
food. I could get solar panels and a wind generator for power. I dreamed
of the freedom I would have. There are now about 4,700 miles of
waterways in the UK. I wanted to see them all.

I didn't spend money on unnecessary things. All my money went into
saving. I would one day live my life on the gentle rivers of Britain.
That was all that mattered to me.

The first day back I walked into Ken's office, he was a mess. I could
see he had been crying.

"Mr Owen, whatever's the matter?"

"She's left me for good. She's left the country."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. But I didn't think you liked her that much. "

"I didn't. It's not that Peter. She has emptied out the company bank
account. She set up a sister company in India and transferred the money
to that. She has done the same to our joint account too. The company is
broke."

"But the Yasimo contract is worth nearly £30 million Ken. Surely we
still have that?"

I couldn't believe it was all over. We would all be out of work.

"That's the problem. I have enough money in my pension fund to keep the
company going for about six weeks. Mr. Yasimo wants to come over and
discuss the contract details with Sue."

"Well, I can do that. It was me that wrote it anyway."

"There lays the problem. First, he thought he was dealing with Sue. He
will take that as deception when he finds out it was you. Secondly, he
is a family man. Family is very important to him. If he finds my wife
ran off with all the company funds, he is likely to back out. Wouldn't you."

There was no way around this. We needed Susan here to keep the deal
alive. There had to be a way out of this for the sake of everyone at the company.

Ken looked up at me. His red-rimmed eyes were wide, staring at me. He
was having a eureka moment.

"Unless we had a woman that knew the details of the contract intimately.
He has never seen Susan's face he doesn't know what she looks like."

"Ken, I'm the only one that knows the contract. None of the women here
have had anything to do with it."

"Yes, exactly, and you look good in a dress. I want to you stand in for
Susan. I want you to be my substitute wife while Mr. Yasimo is here."

I thought about it for a few seconds. I thrill ran through me. To act
and dress as a woman for a few days, full time. Could I?

"I'd make it worthwhile. If we keep the contract, I'll give you £50k.
Decide quickly. He will be here tomorrow."

I would be more than halfway to my dream. In a few years, I could be
moored up next to open fields, hearing nothing but cows and birds.

"I don't have any clothes. How can I get all the stuff I'll need?"

"When Susan left she packed a small suitcase. That's why I never
suspected she was skipping the country. Most of her clothes and makeup
are still at my home.

God dammit. The money was too good to turn down. I would be keeping
everyone else in a job too. Part of me accepted that explanation.
Secretly I knew the money and idea of posing as a wife was turning me on.

"OK, Ken. I'll do it. What do we do now?

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SissyTaraSissyTara3 months ago
I only gave it four stars because there s really no sex but, I do think
it’s a promising start and I look forward to the next chaoter.💕

DianeRedfernDianeRedfern3 months ago
Lots of fun so far

MicheleNylonsMicheleNylons3 months ago
This story has promise. I like the premise of it and the plot can go
many ways depending on Leeanna's deviousness writing. Leeanna has used
the tag "tricked" which hasn't yet happened but I'm sure is about to. I
suspect that Mr Yasimo is going to be tricked for sure when Peter
presents as Ken's wife Susan. I hope Mr Yasimo makes a pass at her and
is pleasantly surprised at what he finds in her knickers. And surely Ken
is going to want his new wife to consummate their marriage. Let's hope
the 'real'' Susan gets her comeuppance. Plenty of potential here Leeanna
xxx Michele

300bowler300300bowler3003 months ago
Love this story line, and here's hoping, there are a lot more chapters,
to come...There are so

many possibilities, for you to explore, and I'm sure you will...

Hugs and Kisses Betty jo xoxo

leeanna19leeanna193 months agoAuthor
Thanks. It was a long setup for me. I didn't want a "forced" story as we
all know they are nearly impossible in real life.

Peter has a dream, and he cares about people. In real life, these things
are used against you.

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THE SUBSTITUTE HOUSEWIFE PT. 02
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We left for Ken's house immediately. As we went through the main office
he nodded to Shirly and she followed on behind us.

"Before you ask, she did a good job of making you look like a woman at
the party, so she's going to help now."

Shirley gave me her lopsided grin. She was a kinky woman. I was sure she
was enjoying every minute of this.

As Ken's Tesla crunched up the gravel drive I took in the large
six-bedroom house. Six bedrooms, why would a couple with no kids need
six bedrooms? Then it struck me what I was getting into. I had agreed so readily. Partly to help keep the company afloat, but mostly to keep my
dream of a life on the water alive.

I had no idea how long Mr. Yasimo was going to be here. All the time he
was here I would have to stay acting as Ken's wife. What if he came to
Ken's home? I would have to play the role of a housewife and hostess!

I could not drop out of character. I was trapped as a man's wife. A
homemaker. The thought of this terrified me, and yet I could feel myself getting hard. What was going on with me? I did enjoy being dressed at Christmas, but this was real. I had to really BE a woman in the eyes of
the world.

Ken let us in and pointed out the main bedroom to Shirley.

"Her clothes and makeup are all there as well as in the en-suite. If you
need anything just buy it and give you the money. I'm going back to the office." Said Ken.

Shirley winked at me and said,

"Come on Susan. You have a lot of practicing to do."

The bedroom was larger than my entire bedsit. Shirley started going
through the drawers and huge walk-in closet.

"Oh yes, there is plenty here. We will have no trouble. Here take this
razor and shave off everything you can reach."

I gave her a blank look as I held the pink razor.

"Your legs, under your arms, everywhere. I'll be in after a few minutes
to help."

"What! I can do it myself, Shirley."

"No, you can't. Hair remover would have been better but you need to make
sure you are smooth all over."

After my shower and shave, I felt like a plucked chicken. The air on my completely hairless body felt raw but somehow sensuous. I had no idea
that women felt this sensation when naked. I could hardly look Shirley
in the eye. She had shaved between my buttocks and around my groin.

"Right Peter, until this is over you have to be Susan. For the sake of
the company and Ken. You have to be his wife from inside and out."

"How much is he paying you, Shirley? I know you enjoy doing this sort of
thing, but I can't imagine you'd do this for free."

"He told me if it works out I get £20k. So you better not fight me."

Shirley proceeded to trim and brush my hair into a "bob" style, then she
began to paint my toenails. After she finished painting my fingernails
she said.

"False nails would have been better. It takes too long to get used to
doing everyday things if you're not used to it though. Just don't cut
them, and keep them polished."

She then sat me down and did my makeup. It hurt when she re-opened the
holes in my ears for the pearl earrings.

I saw what she had laid out on the bed. It did not look like the type of underwear your average wife would wear. I stepped into the black silk
panties. Susan had an expensive taste in lingerie. The next thing she
wanted me to wear was a basque corset. She helped me put it on and
tightened the laces. I could hardly breathe. She stuffed the cups with stockings, then had me put on a pair of black seamed nylons.

The stocking glided up my smooth legs. The feeling of the nylon on my
smooth silky legs was incredible. After I had fastened the garter tabs
couldn't help rubbing my legs together.

"Come on Susan we need to get your slip and dress on."

The slip was black nylon with lace around the breasts and hem. The dress
was high-necked loose-fitting and made of black cotton. It flared
slightly at the hips, giving me a more feminine shape. As I moved I felt
the silky slip glide across my nylon-covered legs.

"Feels lovely doesn't it?"

I looked up feeling a little guilty to be enjoying these feminine
sensations.

"I am so aware of what I'm wearing. I can feel my legs in the nylons. My
toes and feet feel different. I can hardly breathe, but the corset. It's
like I'm being hugged."

What I didn't tell her was that my cock was straining against its silk
panty prison. Was it the silk and nylon? Was it my imagination? The
thoughts running through my head were making me feel faint.

I imagined a life where I dressed like this every day. I would wander
about this large house, hovering, polishing, making beds, and cooking. I imagined my heels clicking against the stone floor in the kitchen. I
could imagine the feel of the garter straps tugging my stockings as I
bent. The taste of my lipstick and the smell of my perfume. The perfect housewife. Trapped in a life of pampered servitude. I shivered. Just the thought almost bringing on a small orgasm.

Why was I feeling like this? I had a girlfriend for a few months when I
was at Uni. We had sex a few times. I sort of enjoyed it, but couldn't
really see what the fuss was about. The only time I had sex with a man
was when I was homeless for a few months. I was offered a place to stay
by a single older guy at the burger restaurant I was working at. One
night we both got drunk and ended up in bed together.

I didn't dislike the sex, but it was the companionship I enjoyed. After
he "had his way" with me. He would snuggle up to me. Hold me tight
against his body. I think a lifetime of uncaring foster parents made me
just want to be cared for. I felt safe in his arms. It ended when he met
a woman. He felt guilty about taking advantage of me. I never saw it
that way. I think he had a hang-up about thinking he might be gay. I
never had that hang-up. For me, you find love where you can. Love is love.

"Earth calling Susan."

"Sorry, Shirley. I was miles away."

"Right now shoes. I saw you stumble a bit at Christmas. A real woman
hardly ever does that, unless she's drunk. I have got you the lowest
heels from her closet. See how you get on. "

I slipped into the 2-inch black court shoes. They were a little tight
and I felt my buttocks tense slightly as my posture changed.

"I going to teach you how to do housework and cook all while looking
amazing. We women don't do it all the time but we can. You need to make
Mr. Yasimo believe you are a woman. A traditional housewife in every
sense of the word."

I already knew how to cook and do most housework. Although I must admit
I did need instruction on using all the gadgets in the kitchen. I had a
small oven and a microwave. Ken's kitchen had every modern gadget you
could fit in a kitchen.

As I worked I forgot what I was wearing. Shirley corrected my gestures.

"Keep your elbows tight into your sides. Smaller steps. Smile. Knees
together!"

By 6 pm I was exhausted. I heard the front door open. It was Ken.

"Wow, Shirley. You have done an amazing job! Peter.. I mean Susan. You
look fantastic."

I felt a flutter in my stomach. I blushed. I was not used to
compliments. I had never been given one. This felt nice.

"Right you two. You are meant to be a couple. Act like one."

"Oh, of course." Said Ken.

He held both my hands and pulled me towards him. I looked up into his
eyes. Did I see lust? He leaned down and kissed me full on the lips.

"Oh thank you, love. Did you have a good day?" I said.

Shirley had told me to act the part. I was trying my best to imagine
what a good wife would do when her husband came home.

"Go through to the dining room both of you. I bring you a drink. Dinner
will be ready in ten minutes."

Ken smiled at Shirley.

"You have done wonders, Shirley. The real Susan was never that nice.
Thank you, Susan. I'll have a scotch on the rocks. But you know that
being my wife don't you?"

"Of course, I do my love. Shirley?"

"I'll have white wine please."

Shirley winked at me and mouthed, "Well done".

I loved the praise. I was grinning while I finished the spaghetti
bolognese. I paused again as I was plating it up.

Would I like to have to dress like a housewife and act like a housewife
at all time? All day every day, 365 days a year, without time off? Keep
myself pretty for my husband, sweet-smelling perfect at all times?
Dressed in pretty clothes, being cared for by a man?

What was happening to me? My dream was to wander the waterways. Not to
be a woman and housewife. What had the costume at Christmas triggered in
me? It was like the clothes were changing the way my mind worked.

We sat and ate our meal. I kept my voice soft and light just as Shirley instructed me. After a few more drinks we all relaxed a little. While we chatted I felt Ken's hand on my knee. He squeezed slightly and looked me
in the eyes. I looked away, embarrassed. It felt good, but I didn't know
how I should react.

"Time for me to go home," Shirley said.

"Thank you, Shirley. You have done wonders. If you can come back
tomorrow it would be great. As far as everyone at the office knows you
are both at a conference."

"How long have we got to prepare Ken? When will Mr. Yasimo arrive?" I said.

"He should be here tomorrow night. He's staying with us here."

This was news to me. I assumed he would be in a hotel. That meant I
would have to stay as Susan all the time. While Mr. Yasimo was in the
U.K. I was trapped as Susan, Ken's wife. For a while at least.

I felt elated.

"I've called you a cab Shirley. Susan has had a long day. It's about
time I took my wife to bed."

I looked at him. I was a little shocked. Part of me wanted this. Part of
me was screaming, "what the hell are you doing?"

He stood next to the table holding out his hand. I took it and we walked
up the stairs to our bedroom.

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THE SUBSTITUTE HOUSEWIFE PT. 03
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Man has to stand in for his bosses' wife.
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This is a short part. I have covid and am trying to get better.

As we entered, I saw what was laid out on the bed. Shirley must have
done this while I was getting the dinner.

It was a dark blue silk teddy. One piece with spaghetti straps and 2
inches of black lace around the bust and legs. It looked like it was
made of liquid. I knew I loved the silk knickers I was wearing. How
would this feel? Next to it was a matching silk negligee.

"I hope you like it. I got it for Susan last year. She never wore it."

Said Ken.

"Why wouldn't she wear it? It looks amazing."

I said this way too quickly. Giving away my newfound love and
appreciation of female clothing.

Ken saw my embarrassment and touched my shoulder.

"Don't worry Sue. I really appreciate what you are doing for me. Are you
sure you are ok sleeping with me?"

"Oh, no it's fine. I understand we will have to appear as a normal
married couple. It's not like something is going to happen is it?"

I turned away. I couldn't look at him as he answered.

"Er, no. No of course not."

He sounded almost disappointed. I felt the same in an odd way. Did I
really want to have sex with my boss? This wasn't normal. Then again,
nothing about this was normal.

Ken helped me out of my corset. I went to the en-suite to wash and dress
while Ken used one of the other bathrooms. I found a spare toothbrush
and looked at my face as I cleaned my teeth. Even with most of my makeup removed, my arched eyebrows and hair still made me look like a woman.
Why had I never noticed this before?

The teddy felt wonderful. The lace tickled my legs as I drew it up to my
chest. The touch of the silk on my smooth body made me feel jealous. I
was 29 years old and because I was born a man, I had been denied this
feeling. It wasn't fair. Everyone should feel this. At least once in
their life anyway.

I left the negligee off and climbed into bed next to Ken.

"Do you want to read? Shirley left some women's magazines. You know? to
get you in the mindset."

"Yes, dear. I believe I will."

He smiled and handed me a "Woman's Own".

I read a recipe for cauliflower cheese. A short romance and an article
on whether knee-length boots or ankle boots were best. I loved the look
of both. I must look through the shoe closet to see if there were any
that would fit.

I really was getting into this role. Ken yawned.

"Big day tomorrow. We had better get some rest."

The light went off.

"Goodnight dear," I said.

"Goodnight my love," said Ken.

I turned and stretched. The lace of the teddy slipped between the cheeks
of my bottom. The feeling was incredible. The bed was so soft. I was
asleep in moments.

I woke to an unfamiliar feeling. Someone was curled around me. I was
being spooned. I could feel Ken's breath on the back of my neck. His
strong arm was around my waist pulling me into his hard body.

The feeling melted me inside. I felt vulnerable but safe. It was like I
was his. He was claiming me and protecting me even though he was asleep.

I wiggled slightly to get more comfortable. His right arm slipped down
to my hip and pulled my bottom into his groin. I felt him harden. His
hard member straining against his shorts, pushing against my silk and lace-covered bottom.

Oh my god. I wanted him them. Just the feeling of being cared for and
cherished made me want to submit to him.

He kissed the back of my neck.

"I love you Suzi babe."

He thought I was his wife. In a way I was I suppose. Suddenly his body
went rigid. He sat up and turned the light on.

"I...I. I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. You smell just like her.
What must you think of me?"

"It's OK Ken. I understand. I'm not offended."

"No, but I almost. I mean I nearly. you know."

"Ken. It's not something I normally tell someone, but it wouldn't be my
first time."

"Really? I always took you as straight. You don't act gay."

I laughed.

"You have an old fashion view of sexuality Ken. I don't really think I'm straight or gay. I have not had sex for years, but I have been with
women and men. I enjoyed your attention. Would you hug me again?"

"Why of course. Susan was never touchy-feely. She used to push me away.
I always enjoyed hugging."

We settled back down and returned to our "spoon". I felt really good
nestled into his body. I could feel by the pressure on my buttocks that
he was too.

I fell back to sleep with dreams of being his wife forever.

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