Society Wedding

by Alice Barry

Part 2

 

When we left our lovebirds, Alvi and Jeff had just been wed in a huge country club wedding. Alvi or Alice as he is called when 'dressed;' was resplendent in her white satins and veil. Jeff was a knockout in his tuxedo. Their parents were ecstatic that the boys had finally found their true loves.

*****

Mother

I was surprised that my Mother had become so accepting of my relationship with Jeff. It was as if she decided that if her son was going to dress as a woman, she would behave like she had a daughter.

Our relationship was getting along splendidly when Jeff and I invited Mom to dinner shortly after our honeymoon.

*****

The Business

It was the first time that I was invited to a board meeting of the Wadsworth Company. The folks wanted to divvy up jobs, appoint Jeff as the Chairman-in training and decide future direction.

Because any relationship, no matter how strong at the outset, might be severed later; Jeff and I had signed mutual pre-nuptial agreements. Part of that played into the direction of the Wadsworth Company.

"I call this meeting to order," sounded Bill Wadsworth in an exceptionally business-like tone, "Is the secretary of the corporation ready to take notes?"

"Dad, just get on with it, everybody knows why we are here, everything is being recorded for transcription tomorrow," urged Jeff as he drummed the table.

"Okay, family, we are here to formally determine family representation on the board for the next two generations.

"Jeff, you will become Chairman of the company when I retire in 5 years. Mark will succeed you, unless you have natural children of mature age by the time you retire. If you do not have children, Mark's children will succeed him. It is up to the generations after that to decide further succession plans."

I piped up, "Jeff and I are trying very hard to have children. Perhaps my husband needs more time off to work on it."

"Alice, if you can find a way to get pregnant, I promise that your children will eventually be leaders of the company," Bill answered with a chuckle.

Jeff gave me a look like, 'why me?' but I continued.

"So, if Jeff and I were to adopt a child, it might reap the benefits of the company but could not succeed into the leadership?"

"That is exactly the point of this meeting."

"Jeff, as soon as this meeting is over, we need to work on getting me pregnant. Maybe there is something wrong with you?"

Jeff shook his head and simply said, "Let's talk about this at home. The rest of the meeting is serious stuff."

Bill cleared his throat and continued, "While Alvi and Jeff 'try to make babies,' the rest of us will continue. Alvi's pre-nuptial sets down the requirements for him to inherit chunks of the company. If there is a breakup in the first five years, Alvi walks away with personal gifts, $100 thousand, his car, and minor trinkets. If Jeff dies naturally in that time; say from too much sex, Alvi is his sole heir. After five years, the amount increases by $1 million per year until the fifteenth year. Then he is the sole heir and entitled to a seat on the board to protect his interests. Are there questions?"

"Too much sex is a natural death?" inquired Mark, "don't tell my wife!"

Marilyn Wadsworth spoke up for the first time, "all sex aside, we just want to be sure that everyone is on the same page and there is no animosity later over the secession plans."

"Mother, you know us better than that," argued Mark, "have we ever fought over anything important."

"No, you haven't. Not like some families, we just want to get it all down on paper so we are covered later."

The meeting was adjourned soon after and we departed for home.

*****

Bedroom Talk

"What the hell were you thinking in that meeting," demanded Jeff as we got home, "perhaps you want to tell them our favorite positions too?"

"Your dad started it with that crack about 'natural' children. Why can't a child that we adopt become an officer of the company? Sounds like discrimination to me! I was just trying to add a little levity. They were all so serious."

"The family business is serious business. Maybe you should not worry your little head and go be a nice wife. Get gussied up for me before you come to bed!"

"So you can fuck my brains out while we are trying to make babies?"

"Alvi, sometimes I wonder if you are not just a dumb, big-boobed blond."

"You will pay for that remark," I giggled, "I got the boobs naturally. I told you that the gynecomastia [§ see author's note at the end] was a side effect of a depression drug I took in college;" as I crawled under the covers.

"I would pay to have them removed if you wanted."

"I like them now. You seem to like them when you are chewing the nipples."

In moments, my ankles were wrapped around Jeff's shoulders and he was poised to enter my rosy little hole. We always called this position, 'making babies' and it was my favorite. Jeff knew instinctively what would set me off and went right for the magic button. A few taps against my prostate, and I was screaming for more.

It is so satisfying to wake up with your husband still buried in your ass, his hands still cupping your boobs; ready to begin the day with a good fuck.

*****

Family Duty

It was pre-ordained that I would enter the business in some capacity. I had had a career, albeit not a very glamorous one, but I had been out in the world. The big decision was whether I would have to work as a man or woman.

Once I had been introduced as Jeff's wife; the boss' wife, I had to maintain that role. This led to my first shopping expedition with my mother as two women together.

Have you ever had a really, really awkward telephone conversation?

"Ring ring?" went the phone.

"Hi mom, would you like to go shopping with me?"

"Oh, Alvi, I haven't taken you shopping since you were around ten. What is the occasion?"

"Mom, um, well um"

"What is it? Tell me, now!"

"Well, I am going to work at Wadsworth Company and I need proper work clothes."

"And you want me to help you find just the right suit? Is that it?"

"Yeah, Mom, that's right. I've never bought a ladies suit before."

"You, you, YOU, want ME to help you dress up in drag so you can please your boyfriend? Are you out of your flipping mind?"

"I knew this was a waste of time. I just thought we would spend a little time together."

"You are crazy. Me, take MY SON to buy a dress? Can you imagine my embarrassment when you go in a fitting room?"

"Calm down, Mom. I just went through a full round of wedding parties. We have entertained at home and we went to the symphony last week. No one has even hinted that they thought I was not a real and complete woman."

"Even if I was to agree to do this with you, why me? Why now?"

"Because I am scared and want my mommy to help me. We never did these things before and I don't understand colors and fabrics and textures. I don't have a 'woman's touch'."

"Why not take your friends that got you into this?"

"Well, push comes to shove, they wear scrubs all day. They don't look much like professional women. Amanda does not look like the image I have of Jeff's wife. I want to look elegantly professional. Not sexy and not sloppy. Kind of like YOU dress for work."

I was appealing to her vanity and it was beginning to work.

"And Mom, I thought I would rather shop with you than with Marilyn Wadsworth. You, after all; have seen me naked. I thought it would be a fun thing to do together."

"I'm not really sure that I like this, but I'll try it once."

*****

Shopping With Mom

Remember shopping with your Mom as a child? How she would mess with your inseam right in the middle of the store? Mom wanted to dress you in the most unstylish things imaginable. Remember when you were the last kid at school in white strap loafers?

Shopping for a dress with my Mom was not like that. After she got over the initial shock, we had a great time. We were like two old friends shopping. It was not a Mother/Son expedition. We went in Nordstrom's and she insisted that I get a professional bra fitting. Even when I protested that I *knew* my size, that was not good enough. Instead of playing with my inseam, she messed around with my bra straps. I don't know which is worse.

I bought a lot of beautiful things that day. I had noticed one of the women in the office wearing a silk suit and decided that was exactly what I had to have. And I needed all the accoutrements to pull off the look.

Taking Mom was a great idea. First, she got to see that I was not an embarrassment, second, she has a great eye for color, and last she did not want me in something that did not match my age.

I came out with a gorgeous light grey silk suit with a white shell. The skirt comes an inch above my knee; conservative but not terribly so. Mom insisted that a lacy, ecru bra underneath would emphasize my femininity; just a peek of lace showing through. I was a knockout. A few basic skirts and sweaters rounded out the day.

"Now Alice, if you buy all these outfits, you're going to need matching shoes."

"But Mom, I'm tired."

"No buts, young lady, you are the one who wanted to shop. Shoes, NOW!"

'Wait a minute,' I thought, 'she called me young lady. Should I mention it?' I let the moment pass; I was having fun with Mom.

I found out that I could be such a tease. All the nice young men in the ladies shoe department seemed to enjoy their job for one reason. They got to try to peek up so many skirts. Okay, so I may have opened my legs a bit too far a few times; innocently mind you. They don't need to know that I am sporting a dick and balls; perhaps bigger than theirs, and not a pussy.

Mom caught that, "honey, it is not nice to tease the boys. They are just trying to make a living. They are probably in the storeroom relieving themselves right now."

"I'm not used to keeping my knees together."

"Am I going to have to tell Jeff to keep you locked in the house?"

"Oh, I am having too much fun shopping with you. I'll be good. We should have done this long ago."

We ate a light lunch; a girl has to watch her figure after all. Mom commented on my measurements, "Does Jeff know he has a runway model. What was that measurement, 36-28-35? How did you get to this?"

"Frankly, Mother; I did nothing. Jeff and I jog all the time. Remind me to get another sports bra. And I watch what I eat and exercise; lots of bend over and touch the toes stuff."

"I understand where the boobs came from, I remember when you came home from school because you had been teased, and the little waist; what about your butt?"

"Amy thinks it came from the combination of exercises I do. Or maybe I just had a predisposition for a bubble butt. I don't remember that much about Dad's physique."

"Your Dad did have something to hold onto, but nothing like yours," I saw a twinkle as she reminisced.

"Well, Jeff is happy with it. I found that between high heels and all, I have a nice walk. Jeff calls it 'that practiced walk;' like some of the girls we knew in school."

I loaded up the car and took her home. I was never so glad to get home and take off my shoes.

*****

Fashion Show

When Jeff came home from the office, I wanted to show him everything I had bought.

"Eh, Alvi, you are not going all girlie on me, are you?" Jeff asked as I showed off the silk suit.

"I just want you to see that I am trying to make the right impression. You'll tell me when I go over the top."

"Go shop all you want. Glad things are smoothing out with your Mom."

"I think next time; I will ask your Mom to shop with me."

"I don't think I can afford the two of you with a charge card."

"I'll be good. I just want your mother to think of me as a daughter-in-law and not the queer that stole her son."

"Now that that is settled, let's cut out the show and go to bed. I am anxious to prove to Dad that we CAN make a baby, if we screw enough."

*****

Beddy Bye Time

I had one last item I wanted to show Jeff that night. I don't why I did it, but I bought a lovely, pink baby doll gown. Lying on the bed, with my legs spread to receive him, I looked like any uptown housewife.

Jeff was not pleased, "so you are going totally femme on me? What happened to the guy I married? I like guys! I like the hard bodies and hard dicks."

"I still have the dick. It is still all yours. Just thought I would liven things up a little bit."

"Maybe I will just rip the gown off of you and screw your brains out."

"Yum, screw my brains, big boy!"

Jeff has an outstanding dick and balls. Even flaccid, it is at least six inches and hangs with a slight downturn. The balls are like golf balls. Just writing about them makes me excited. I could nurse on that dick all day and frequently have.

Jeff straddled my chest and presented his dick for my enjoyment. I began by swirling my tongue all around the head, nibbled down the sides, before taking one ball then the other inside my gaping mouth. I worked my way up to the bulbous head. I took it into my mouth as the pee slit parted with a tiny drop. I quickly deep throated the entire length even as I felt it begin to grow even larger.

I was having trouble breathing until he began to stroke in and out. He was massaging my nipples and hefting my tit. He let out a sigh and thrust forward, trying to get it all in my mouth.

I chewed a little and applied my vacuum. It did not take much and he began to cum buckets. I swallowed quickly and would not let go until it was scrubbed clean and went limp.

I still wanted to get fucked, "Jeff, please put it in the other hole."

"Not until you take off that silly nightgown."

"Why don't you take it off me? It won't bite."

"It's bad enough that you have to be dressed like a woman at work. I don't want to see it in my bedroom. And when are you going to do something about those boobs?"

"You mean OUR bedroom," I sighed as I began pulling the gown over my head, "First of all, if I am going to present myself as a woman in public, why would I want to get rid of my boobs? Just so I could wear prosthetics? Second, you know they grew naturally. I have explained over and over about gynecomastia. Lots of guys have it in some form; mine is just more pronounced. You seem to get some pleasure playing with my nipples when we make love. Why don't you read up about it on the 'net and leave me alone?

"I will be all man in here. Jeff, turn over; it's your turn to get screwed."

He does not present his ass for my enjoyment very often, Jeff is the consummate 'top man,' but when he does, it is my big day.

I could not get enough of Jeff's body. His square, angled features contrasted so much to my feminine soft features. His butt is small; the shoulders are large and broad. The small waist is evidence of his workouts and our running routine.

Jeff lay down spread-eagle on the bed. I began by licking his butt hole, quickly darting my tongue deep inside. Each time, he let out a little whimper. Once he was at a fever pitch, I lowered my dick into his rosy pink bud. He winched and told me to press forward.

After feeding the whole thing in, I thrust over and over again. I came in a monumental orgasm and flooded his bowels with my essence. Jeff seized up, grabbing my dick in his vise-like ass as he came from both ends.

We fell asleep, connected as only two lovers can.

*****

Mother Wadsworth

"Ring ring. Ring ring," I heard as I rushed to get the phone, Jeff was out with his dad for their weekly Saturday golf game.

"Hello, Wadsworth residence, how may I help you?"

"Alvi, is that you? This is Marilyn Wadsworth. How is my favorite daughter-in-law?"

I thought, 'my God, I must be in trouble now, or Mark's wife was in deeper shit.' "Hi, Mom, Jeff is not home, something I can do for you?"

"Actually, I was calling for you. Did you hear about the charity dance at the Zoo to dedicate the new Rhino House we sponsored?"

Tentatively I said, "Yes, I assumed we were going to the dance."

"Donna and I were going shopping for something spectacular to wear to the dance and I thought you might like to join us."

Donna is Mark's wife. She knows about my little masquerade and is openly hostile toward me.

"And why did you want me to go shopping with the two of you? I don't think Donna likes me."

Marilyn answered in a mischievous tone, "that is exactly what I would like to change. I never had any daughters to go shopping with and thought I would like to start with my two daughters-in-law."

"Why now?" I asked.

"I wanted the three of us in coordinating outfits. Let everyone be painfully aware that now there are three Wadsworth women for the city to watch out for."

"When are you going? I need a few minutes to get presentable."

"How about we pick you up in an hour; we will get something to eat, and then go spend, spend, spend!"

*****

Shopping

"Donna dear, look at Alice; you could pick up a few fashion tips from her. See how her legs look in those three-inch pumps?" whined Marilyn over her watercress salad.

"Mother Wadsworth, I don't know why I am here. Alice is not a woman and is never going to be, and does not want to be. And Alice does not have two screaming children to chase. She can turn off the woman when 'she' wants to," sneered Donna with all the venom she could muster.

"Oh, dear! I so hoped that the two of you would get along. I won't be here forever to keep the family in the limelight."

"Why don't I just get a cab and go home? I can see where I am not wanted," I interjected.

"No, Alice. Donna is going to apologize and behave like an adult."

"Oh, what the fuck! You have Jeff, Mark, and Bill on your side. I'm just the caretaker for the next generation."

Marilyn exasperatedly replied, "at least watch your language and keep your voice down. Next time I want to shop I'll just call Alice. You can wear a burlap sack if you wish!"

Things got less bad after that. Actually, I had fun shopping with those two. Donna started to tolerate me a little more. She said I was a better mirror that the one on the wall. I did not hesitate to tell her what looked bad on her.

Donna was actually quite beautiful and had a good figure, especially for a 35-year old mother of two. When I saw her in the fitting room, I could not stop myself from complimenting her on her shape.

"How do you do it? You chase kids all day long. Mark is always working. Yet here you stand looking like you spend hours at the gym. Do you have a secret potion?"

"Secret potion? Nah, chasing the kids, I never have time to eat. All those loads of laundry; running up and down the stairs, do wonders for the legs."

"Why don't you get help? You can surely afford it," I suggested.

"Haven't you heard how cheap Mark is? If I had help, he would probably expect me to go to work to pay for it."

After that, Donna and I started to get along pretty okay. We could commiserate about our husbands and she could forget about my sex. Once we were trying on gowns in the same fitting room, the differences did not seem to matter.

Marilyn observed our conversation, "I see you girls have found something in common. You can complain about my boys."

"I was noticing that Alice and I are virtually the same size. Next time she can come shop for both of us."

"But if I do, will Mark want to pay for the trip?"

We decided rather than look all alike; we bought almost the same gown in three colors. Mine was chiffon yellow; my favorite color. Donna went for the aqua and Marilyn demanded white. The lady in white is always the center of attention. I saw a woman in the mall wearing dyed to match high heels and knew I had to have the same thing. Donna liked the idea so much, she got the same ones. Marilyn insisted that a woman of her stature had to have white patent pumps.

All in all, it was not a bad shopping expedition. I proved to Donna that I am not a parody of a lady; and I saw that there is a person under her gruff exterior.

*****

The Rhino Dance

Fortunately, the night of the dance at the zoo was not steamy hot. In fact, there was a slight chill being the middle of fall. I draped a long shawl over my shoulders and held Jeff's tuxedo clad arm.

Did I mention how I was dressed? The yellow gown I chose was backless and almost front-less. From tiny straps, it plunged halfway to my navel. No bra was possible, just a little cantilevering inside the dress. I emphasized my cleavage with sparkly eye shadow between my boobs.

Donna was particularly ravishing in almost the same dress. Mark could not take his eyes off of her.

Donna whispered to me in a conspiratorial tone, "Remind me to go shopping with you more often. Mark has not looked at me like this in years."

"I told you it takes a man, to know what men like!"

"I take back all the crap I laid on you. Let's let bygones be yada yada yada. What are you doing tomorrow, I was thinking of going to a movie and shopping?"

"I was thinking something sexy for the bedroom," I piped up, "something to keep the boys at home."

"Girlfriend, I like your thinking. Should we tell Marilyn we are talking or let her think she has to take us shopping so we will talk?"

"I think we can get one more expedition out of her before she catches on."

Jeff and I were dancing chin to chin when he complimented my dress, "are you trying to give some of the old men heart failure? Shouldn't you have dressed more modestly?"

"Are you saying you don't like it or do you? Do you see how your brother is ogling his wife?"

"Oh, I love it. I'm just uncomfortable how it looks on my boyfriend."

"I can announce to the crowd that I am a man and take off the dress. You can tell all your friends and the media that you are really gay. I have no shame in MY body."

"Keep you pants on! I love your dress. You look lovely tonight in it. Everyone is envious of me and my beautiful, loving wife."

I teased, "That's better. You can tear it off of me in a few hours and see how loving your wife can be."

The dance went off spectacularly and I guess they raised plenty of money for some needy rhinoceros. I danced with Jeff, Mark, and some bank president that seemed to think he was seeing the mother lode when he looked down. I felt his 'father lode' against my belly the entire time. Wouldn't he have been surprised? I giggled about it all the way home.

 

*****

Cast of Characters:

Alvin/Alice………………………Me the Narrator

Amanda "Amy"………………...Good friend and Matchmaker

Fran…………………………..……Friend

Cindy……………………………..Fran's lesbian 'wife'

Jeff………………………………….My husband

Mark……………………….………Jeff's younger brother

Donna………………………………Mark's wife

Bill & Marilyn Wadsworth…Jeff & Mark's parents

Rosalie Bairdron…………………My mother

 

*Author's note: * Want to know more about Gynecomastia, or male breast growth; go to www.gynecomastia.org. Your author has had it since his early twenties and is now a natural 40C.

Alice Barry

  

  

  

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