This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are offended by fantasies involving sexually explicit material.

Written by Bethany Jacques. Comments welcome to bethjac@hotmail.com

 

Two Way Stretch                      by: Bethany Jacques

 

Part 2

 

It started out as a chance to make some money, in a rather forced situation, thank you dear Aunt Daphne. It ended up as a whole new lifestyle....

7 Feeling my way

For quite a few weeks everything went swimmingly. Really well. Michael and Sarah were really supportive of the ‘new boy’ and I was soon doing more than just helping out, really an integral part of the operation. I knew I was totally trusted when, on the first Wednesday, Sarah let me do much of the preparation for a rather special customer. The mayoress! I would never have guessed she was a customer and never in a million years would I have imagined what she liked to get up to ‘off-duty’. No, she’s not a TV, just a regular female, well, not really regular, and in a way she was a TV. But a F - to - M TV, female - to - male.

Anyway when she was changed and made up she made a very convincing guy. At least the police inspector she was with thought so. I never saw her change, I thought it was a real woman and I later found out I was right. Two lesbians, one dressed in a tuxedo, the other as a French maid, the mayoress screwing the police inspector with a double-ended dildo.

Not that they were the weirdest couple I saw in that first few weeks, that prize has to be to the guy who was very precise how he should be made up, a slim blonde tart, he was very specific, even had photos to show us what he should look like. And then his wife came in! By which time they were twins, she really was a stunner and he was too. Not real lesbians these two but they played at it and went on for several hours of sucking and - well, whatever they got up to in the bedroom.

And several others, I became less and less surprised by the weirdness of the humanity in this city. No, not London, not the variety you might have expected there, but in the English provinces? Yes, it happens. I saw a great deal of the sexual variety in that first three weeks. Three weeks during which everything seemed to go right. It was FUN - and lucrative too, the money really was rolling in, we had to do ‘late-night opening’ that third week.

Actually things didn’t go totally perfectly. There were the phone calls, for me. Or rather for ‘Raelene’ from, of all people, my bank manager. He had sampled the wares of the company before agreeing to my purchase but, naïve that he was, he just didn’t get it.

My bank manager had got it bad. After fucking me he really did have a thing going - for Raelene. He kept on ringing, I don’t know why Michael didn’t tell him first off that ‘she’ didn’t work here anymore. But he didn’t. The way it turned out, it’s perhaps as well he didn’t.

It was at the end of that third week. The Friday it happened, or rather the next Monday when we found out. Sarah came in to the office early that Monday and threw a newspaper onto the table.

"Have a look, Rich. Page 5, we have a problem." I looked and I saw it, and realised she was right. We had a mayor difficulty.

There was an article about a notable local politician, people said he was going to stand for Parliament. Two pictures of him, side by side, captioned ‘Harry’ and ‘Harriet?’ He was ‘outed’ as a TV, well, that was the end of his political aspirations. But worst of all, I recognised the photo, the Harriet one that is. I’d taken it on the Friday. I hadn’t recognised him, he had come in and done the femme part of a sex-session with his girlfriend, some sort of mutual imitation lesbian screwing.

"Christ, Sarah. He’s an influential guy, that Harry. Help, what are we going to do now? How do we get out of this?"

"We’ve got some insurance, boss, I know that, the paperwork is in the office, let me have a quick look, see if we’re covered - and how much for."

She came back two minutes later with a sheaf of papers in her hand.

"Well, good news and bad news. We are covered, ‘professional liability’ it’s called. If I read the legalistic gobbledygook right it does allow for this sort of event. But there’s a limit on the liability, here, look."

I just had time to inspect the top sheet she was holding, and to notice the figure in bold type half way down, the ‘limit of liability’. I really had no way of putting it into context, no experience of this sort of thing, but it seemed to me that if I was in Harry’s shoes I’d want a lot more than that.

"But how did it happen?" asked Sarah. "The picture, I mean, it’s one of Friday’s set isn’t it, and I know I filed the print-out. I distinctly remember doing so just before Carol came onto reception, I remember coming out of the office. I bet the pictures are there now. I’ll check."

Then it came to me.

"Don’t bother, I think I know what happened. It’s my own fault. That reporter who was here in the afternoon. I had the disc, it was while I was arguing with him. When Carol came in. I must have put it down while we were shouting, just before I threw him out. I was so busy shutting doors, making sure he didn’t see anything. I put the disc down on the front desk - then I forgot about it. He must have taken it - not really knowing what it was. Then, when he found out - he went for the story."

We didn’t have time to really think much more about it. The doorbell disturbed us. I answered it myself - it was Harry!

"Right then Mr. Wood. You know why I’m here."

"I think I’d better ring my lawyer" I answered.

"No, not yet. Here, I want a word in private."

I led him into the only real office area apart from the control room, I certainly didn’t want him to see that. It was a bit untidy, we’d all rushed off on Friday, maybe that’s partly why the accident happened. We sat facing each other, Harry leaned forward and spoke quietly.

"Look here, Mr. Wood. I have a problem and so do you. You know that. I could sue you for millions and win - I’ve seen my lawyer already, he’s absolutely certain, couldn’t lose. Negligence. No doubt."

I began to stand up.

"I really think I should get my lawyer"

He tugged my arm, I sat down again hard.

"No. Not yet. And this conversation isn’t happening, you breathe a word and I’ll deny it and increase my claim. Trouble is, you can’t pay can you? If I take you to court I’ll get the full value of this business, because you’ll have to sell it to pay me. And you’ll probably go to jail because you can’t pay me the full amount. My lawyer is talking seven figures."

I knew it.

"So, since my political career is over, I need a way out. Remember, officially we are not having this conversation. Now. The way out."

I waited, he seemed to have calmed down.

"How about this? You pay me what I want, out of court. I get my money quicker and I run. My girlfriend is Australian, we had planned on getting married next year and living here but she has a hankering to live in Sydney. I can start my business again over there but I need a stake - you provide that and I’m out of your life. With me gone the story will die down and you’ll be safe from the press."

"How much?" was my only question.

He looked around as if to be sure no-one was listening. He took a pen from his pocket, pulled a sheet of paper from the printer on the table and wrote down his figure. He slid it over to me. I gasped. There were still lots of zeroes at the end, but only six figures, not seven. But still way above what the insurance would pay me. I took my own cheap pen and wrote a figure beneath his, a figure below my insurance limit, I needed something to bargain with.

He looked at it and grinned.

"No way" he said and wrote another figure down. I increased my offer, he came down again.

"That’s the very least I need to be able to cut and run. No discussions.

That much. Minimum."

Well, I just had to accept.

"OK, so where do we go from here?"

"Right Mr. Wood, now you can contact your lawyers, I’ll see mine again, we’ll let them sort out the details and put together some sort of compensation document. I need that much. By Friday."

By Friday? Hell. The figure I’d agreed was some way above my insurance amount, even if I could get it. It would mean realizing some or our contingency fund, slush money for stroppy clients and sweeteners, nothing this big though. But I’d still end up short. I would need a loan.

‘Harry’ left, smiling slightly at Sarah as he left, and at Michael who had just arrived, carrying the same newspaper, he’d seen the story too.

"Well?" said Sarah after Harry had gone. "Do we still have a business?"

"Maybe" I replied. "I’m off to see Jenkins, you will have to cope without me, maybe for the whole morning. We’ve got a Tom and Nicole pairing coming in five minutes, you’ll have to sort them. And the two TV Madonnas after them. God knows what they want to get up to, they’re both in the Blonde Ambition get-up. I’ve got to go."

By the end of the morning there was a ray of hope. Jenkins had pulled a few strings, he was sure he could get the insurance sorted that quickly and move some emergency funding in though we were still some way short.

"You need a loan."

When I told Michael and Sarah that just after lunch Michael was not at all happy.

"Who’s going to lend - to a company like this?"

 

8 Raelene again

"How about you bank manager friend?" asked Sarah. "The one who came in here I mean."

"Oh no, not him" I replied. "Anyway, he didn’t realise what was going on. He doesn’t know what we do. He’d never give me the loan."

No-one spoke. Michael looked depressed. He could see the lucrative job, and the Lotus, vanishing over the horizon. I looked at Sarah. Suddenly she grinned. Then wider. Then she spoke.

"But I bet he’d give Raelene a loan!"

Michael and I looked at her. And at each other. I was horrified. But Michael, seeing the Lotus driving back towards him, grinned too. "Boss, you could do it!"

Right at that moment I was distinctly unsure about this - but after I thought a bit about what it would involve, well, maybe it was not such a bad idea after all. If I could pass the two or three times I had tried it within the confines of the company premises maybe I could ‘be’ Raelene in the outside world. Outside! Going out, dressed, as a woman, what would that be like.

Exactly 24 hours later I was ready to find out. I was shaking, nervous, apprehensive. But I hadn’t been able to come up with a better idea.

"Ready Raelene?" asked Michael. He was going to give me a lift up into town, to the bank, to confront m bank manager. I looked in the mirror. I could do this. I looked good. The hair was realistic, shoulder length, red hair, smooth and shiny, it swung deliciously as I moved my head from side to side. My make-up was very carefully done, dark eyes, deep-ish eye-shadow, luscious shining red lips, I especially liked the big gold hop earrings.

The actual outfit had been the hardest part. Obviously I couldn’t wear any of the dresses in the cupboards here, they were entirely the wrong style, far too short and low-cut and glitzy. I had loved wearing them but not this time. Sarah had taken my measurements and gone into a department store it town, and came back with a tailored suit, deep grey with a pale grey stripe, very stylish, the skirt was quite some way above my knees, showing quite a bit of nylonned thigh. The jacket was well-cut too, accentuated my waist and flaring slightly, basically three-quarter length, worn over a cream blouse which did dip to give more than a hint of my cleavage.

The undies did their usual job, the basque pulled my waist in, shoved my breastforms up and together and generally gave me a more voluptuous figure. The black stockings and heels, the black shoulder bag with gold chain, the longish red nails, rings, the accessories worked well, Sarah had hit just the right tone. I smiled. Sarah smiled back at me.

She stepped back and stood looking at me, shaking her head. "Well.. .take a look in the mirror, gorgeous." she said. I walked a little unsteadily over to the full length door mirror and stared at the reflection of a very attractive woman.

"I look good!" I said to myself. I was standing still - staring at myself and smiling, as Sarah walked up and took my hand.

"Come on now.. .I don’t blame you for staring - you do look terrific.. .. lets go down and show Michael our new boss."

He was equally appreciative, lots of smiling, giggling etc. when I posed and teased him by sliding my hand up my thigh, almost leering, trying to look provocative.

"That’s it Raelene, smile at him. Remember why you are there. You don’t have to go as far as seducing him, just hint that if you get the loan something else might follow. After we’re sorted you can vanish again, he’ll never find you."

 

9 Out - for the first time

So Michael held out a hand, I took it and walked out into the world. As I strolled with him towards his car I could feel my breasts bouncing, my thighs rubbing against each other as I stepped out, my long hair swinging, I could hear my high heels tapping on the pavement.

I realised then - I didn’t just quite like being a woman, I loved it! It was fun! The sun was shining, I’m sure somewhere the birds were singing, and I was getting a thrill, a real thrill, out of this. I could feel a slight tingling between my legs which wasn’t helped when I struggled to get out of Michael’s low car in such a tight skirt and gave a substantial leg-show to two guys waiting at the bus stop where Michael had stopped to let me out. It was the nearest he could get to the bank, about 100 yards away, I had a bit of a stroll through the pedestrian precinct. And it really got better every second, walking past people, seeing them looking at me, especially the men.

One guy in particular, he was selling flowers at a stall down from the bank. I was just walking past him when he held out an arm towards me. He was a handsome young man, tall, looking well built, a little shabbily dressed but he had an enormous grin on his face. He looked me straight in the eye, grinned, and spoke.

"Darling, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen all day. Please. Have dinner with me. Go on, I’ll treat you to a big Mac."

He was joking, obviously, but it was a precious moment. I really couldn’t

just leave him, I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, you’ve made my day"

"Thank YOU" he said and pulled a creamy yellow rose from a bunch on his stall. He broke off the stem and expertly threaded it through the buttonhole in my jacket. I just had to kiss him lightly again, then turned and strode off into the bank.

I stopped to take a breath, then pushed the large door and walked in and up to the ‘Enquiries’ counter.

"Hi there, my name is du Bois. Is it possible for me to see the manager?"

"Very well Miss du Bois, please wait a moment, I’ll ask his secretary. "

I hardly had time to sit down, to collect my thoughts, when a neatly-dressed woman, maybe 50, maybe 55, came out of a side door and looked over towards me. She walked across the foyer.

"Miss du Bois, good morning, I’m Jacqueline Peters, Mr Walters’ secretary. I’m afraid he is rather busy at the moment, if you can tell me what this is about perhaps I can help."

I stood and extended my hand towards her.

"Nice to meet you. Raelene du Bois. I’m here representing TWS, I understand Mr. Jenkins has been in touch concerning a financial transaction the company is involved in. Since I have already met Mr. Walters my boss thought I should meet with him again to try to sort things out."

"Oh, I see, you are from TWS. I’ll let Mr. Walters know, perhaps he will be able to fit you in."

If only she knew what she had just said. She went back through to the back office. Less than a minute later, Richard Walters came out of the same door. He saw me, he looked worried. I realised - maybe he was. Suddenly I saw myself from his point of view. A sudden unexpected visit from a woman he’d had sex with, in a ‘brothel’ indeed, wanting to talk about the financial side of that very ‘brothel’. And at work too, where all his colleagues could see... and speculate.

I had to put his mind at ease. I boldly stepped forward, my hand extended again. "Mr. Walters, hello, I hope you got the details from Mr. Jenkins. I hope we can finish this quickly, my boss is under a little pressure right now."

My business-like attitude, I hoped, would settle things for him. He seemed to realise I was making the effort, he followed my lead.

"Miss du Bois, could you come into my office? I have the paperwork there."

That was exactly what I wanted. I followed him through into his office. It was plush. Well, he was the manager, what else would I expect? He looked across the desk at me, still a little concerned, obviously. I walked round the desk to his side, moved up close towards him, reached up and put my forefinger on his lips. I looked - a thrill went through my nether region way under my pussy cover-all at the sight of my shiny bright red taloned finger on his lips.

"Quiet honey, it’s all right. This is just a business visit - for the moment."

I moved back round and sat in the ‘client chair’ facing him and appreciated, not for the first time, the shiver which went through me as I crossed my legs to reveal a length of thigh as my skirt slid up a little. Richard’s secretary came back in and looked at me. I tried very hard not to give myself away, not the fact that I was a man masquerading as a woman, rather that I was there for nefarious reasons, to use my sexuality to influence this man. She slid a folder onto the table in front of Richard and then left us. I noticed him reach out his right hand to touch the middle button of a set of three set into his desk.

"Won’t that give the game away, Richard?" I asked, realising that a little red ‘do-not-disturb’ light had probably come on just outside the door.

"No, it’s OK, Jacqueline is quite used to seeing the light on."

"In which case...."

I stood up again, crossed round to Richard’s side of the desk again, he had in a very old-fashioned and gentlemanly way stood up himself as I did. I moved right up to him, put my arms up round his neck, and gave him as sensuous a kiss as I could muster. Not passionate, not groping, I just pressed my lips to his and very slightly worked on his mouth with mine. I pulled away and dropped my arms to his waist.

"I know it’s Richard, not John, don’t worry, I’m quite used to people giving false names where I work. But - Richard - it is good to see you again."

"Raelene - wow - I never realised, I mean - I tried to ring... "

He was flustered, very flustered by my full-frontal approach. And, I like to think, by my front! I was standing only a few inches in front of him, he couldn’t help but stare at my well made-up face, my boobs, my cleavage. I could tell that he, like me, was feeling somewhat uncomfortable between his legs. I picked up my handbag and removed a tissue, leaned forward again to wipe a trace of lipstick from the corner of his mouth.

"That would never do, darling, would it? I’m so glad Mr. Wood asked me to come along and arrange this loan, it is so nice to see you again."

I hoped the ‘darling’ was not lost on him, I was in my own inexpert way trying to tread the fine line between business-like and provocative, to give him the impression I wanted to be with him yet I had an obligation to TWS to get the business cleared up.

"I do so hope, Richard, that everything is in order. I know Mr. Wood is desperate to get this loan. It will be OK won’t it?"

"Well - er - Miss du Bois. I’ve got the details from Mr. Jenkins here. I must admit normally the bank would need me to do a full investigation here. It is very short notice. Even with Mr. Jenkins’ recommendation, I’ll have to see.... "

"Please, Richard, if there is anything I can do to help. And - when we are alone - you must call me Raelene."

The ‘alone’ bit helped. It implied a promise, that he could be calling me ‘Raelene’ again because we might end up being alone together again. I knew he wanted to and I must admit, so did I. This was different from the tart act at TWS, this was me - being a woman. And using whatever womanly wiles I had to get what I wanted. I had more than hinted that, if this could be worked out quickly, there was something else in it for him. He took the strong hint. Great!

"Well - Raelene. Mr. Jenkins himself has agreed to act as guarantor for the loan so I suppose I can cut through the red tape a little."

In delight - it wasn’t mock delight, I didn’t need to pretend - I jumped up and bounced round the table yet again. "Oh, darling, thank you, thank you so much. It really means a lot to me."

And I hugged him round the neck, harder this time, my cheek against his, giving him a substantial whiff of my perfume, and a definite feeling of delight as my ample bosom pushed against his chest.

"But - Richard - what if people think you’ve done this because of me? Could you get into trouble. Maybe we had better not see each other, someone might jump to conclusions."

He looked crestfallen. I’d just removed the promise of delights to come. I spoke up quickly again.

"I mean - I’d love to see you again - tonight even. But that might not be such a good idea."

His face fell even more.

"But if you’ve got it all sorted, the loan I mean, everything done by Friday. We could meet Friday evening maybe? I mean, I couldn’t be accused of trying to influence you then, could I? Not after it is all done."

"Friday. That would be wonderful!"

He was back in seventh heaven. There was something I was missing. Maybe...

"I need to ask, Richard, are you married?"

His face didn’t exactly fall but there was a definite change in expression.

"Well, actually, yes, I am. But on Friday I’ll be on my own. My wife is going to her sister’s for the evening, coming back sometime Saturday. Do you mind - I mean - me being a married man that is"

"Thanks for telling me. As long as we’re honest with each other. To be honest I always feel rather excited going out with a married man. So. Do you want to pick me up on Friday evening? About 7? From TWS? I’m working there until about then.."

He just beamed. "Great."

I kissed him very lightly on the cheek for the final time and turned. "I’d better be off now, your secretary will be wondering.... "

Richard opened the door for me, we went out into the foyer and very professionally shook hands as I left. As I got out into the open air I started to shiver. Not with the cold but with the excitement, the sheer foolishness of what I had just done. But I had loved it!

Sarah and Michael were on tenterhooks back at TWS, as I got out of the taxi Michael came running out, he’d obviously been watching out for me on the outside camera. I was delighted to totally reassure him that everything was under control. Over the next few days Mr Jenkins rang several times, and I had to go up to his offices twice to sign things. Then finally Friday lunchtime he rang to say all was well. ‘Harry’ had been paid off, and had signed an indemnity not to take further action against us. The money was transferred and I had something to tell Sarah.

"Sarah - tonight - I’ve got a date."

Her eyebrows lifted. I explained.

"Well boss, looks like you’ve joined the ranks of proper transvestites. But - does he know?"

"No" I had to admit "And he mustn’t, not yet anyway."

"OK" muttered Sarah. "So, what are you going to wear, we need to make a start."

And a start we made. We had done a careful and pretty thorough job on that Tuesday but this time Sarah wanted to go all the way.

"Look boss. This Richard guy obviously has the hots for you. We just don’t know what he has in mind. And if his wife is not due back until tomorrow, well, it might be quite late tomorrow. He might want to take you to dinner, maybe to a show even. Or he might just want to screw you silly for 24 hours solid."

"Oh no. He’s not really that kind of man" I replied.

"Honey, you don’t know men like I do. That’s why I prefer women, all any man wants is to get his rod up you, as quickly and as often as possible. OK that’s not my scene but if it’s yours, well, you have to be ready. You have to look good in a mini bikini, in fact you have to look good naked. So, strip off now and do the dep-cream again, all over you, thoroughly."

Was that my ‘scene’? I wondered. As Raelene was I just after sex? In the offices, when working, when being screwed by Richard or by George or by whoever, yes. But in a sense that was work. This was play. It was different, the outing on Tuesday, the brief walks through town, the interview with Richard, fooling his secretary and the bank staff. They saw me as a woman, maybe as an attractive woman. And it was most definitely fun.

Some parts of the dressing were fun too though some were hard work. Sarah had decided what I was going to wear, something which would do wherever Richard was going to take me, that’s what she said. But the undies had to be right. Like with any transvestite, which is truly what I was by then, the underwear is functional. Mainly to create the right shape, the right figure. After the depilatory and the drying, came the latex pussy-cover, stuck and plumbed firmly into place so I could wee sitting down. And do other things quite convincingly too, The breastforms, Sarah had picked the same size as before, to give me a somewhat voluptuous 40DD cup, black bra and waist cincher, pulled even tighter than before it seemed to me. Black seamed stockings, silk thong, very exotic (and erotic! Underwear indeed.

My nails ended up about 1" long and scarlet, matching my lips. The make-up was bold and definitely intended to arouse Richard’s passion, the jewellery Sarah picked was solid and chunky and silver, which surprised me. I had always gone for mock ‘gold’ before. But when I saw the top and skirt I was to wear, well, that clinched it.

A tight silver top, short-sleeved, plunging down between my breasts and deep-cut at the back too, that explained the backless bra. I slipped on my shoes, extremely high black patent stilettos, always were and still are my favourites. The same red-hair wig as before, it would be difficult to wear any other though it did occur to me that one day Raelene could have her ‘hair done’. But this was fine for now. Very fine indeed. And that skirt. Wow! Black, shiny, short, tight, PVC. I looked at myself in the mirror at the very first opportunity. Streuth, what did I look like?

"Raelene, right now honest - you look every bit a woman. And a woman who knows what she wants. She wants her man and she wants him and all his friends to know it. Not only will Richard drool all over you this evening, so will any man you come across. You sure you are ready for this?"

Ready, of course I was. I loved the way I looked. And I was looking forward to seeing Richard’s face when he came to pick me up.

"We’re going to be there of course. Just tidying up in the foyer" butted in Michael after giving me the once-over. "I want to see Richard’s reaction."

In fact we had a little time to spare. So I did some filing myself in the reception area, sent young Carol home early since we had too may women there (!) and was sitting finishing a letter just before 7 o’clock when the door alarm sound. I pressed the release button automatically and turned to face the door.

And Mr. Jenkins walked in! Hell. He shouldn’t be here. He knew something about our activities, in fact I suspect he knew more than I suspected. But he did not know - about me. He looked straight at me, looked me up and down, then spoke.

"Good evening, miss. Is Mr. Wood around?"

Well that should not have surprised me. I didn’t look one little bit like my male counterpart. I gulped at the realisation, then muttered a reply in my ‘female’ voice, which in fact I had been settling into all afternoon.

"Er - sorry, I think he may not be here at the moment. Shall I get Sarah?

Maybe she can help."

In fact she’d heard the door sound and came out of the back. She showed no surprise, then I realised she must have been watching on the monitor.

"Hello there, my name is Jenkins. I have some papers to pass over to Mr. Wood. I thought I would come down and hand them over personally and have a look at my investment. Since I have guaranteed the loan I do have a concern that this little business does well, you know."

Sarah was on the ball immediately. "Nice to meet you Me. Jenkins. I’m Mr. Wood’s assistant, I could take it for you, leave it in the safe until Monday - unless it’s urgent. You could maybe take it round to his home address. But if Monday would do it will be safe here. You could perhaps have a drink in the bar. I’m sure Raelene will get one for you."

Now that was wicked! She could so easily have taken it and ushered him out.

But no, she had to dump me in the shit. She knew Richard was due any minute. I scowled at her, then noticed that Mr. Jenkins was - inevitably - giving me the once over. From face to tits to legs, back to tits and then to my face. I smiled, I had no choice.

"Surely Sarah. This way, Mr. Jenkins." I took him by the arm and led him, He took my hand, he didn’t take much leading, through into the bar. I got him a drink and was going to get myself one when Sarah came through.

"You’re wanted in reception, Raelene. I’ll see to Mr. Jenkins."

As I passed her to go out of the door she whispered "Sorry, I’d just seen your date arrive on the outside camera. I had to get this guy out of reception. Make it quick, Raelene - and have a good time."

I smiled. She had seemed to be dropping me in it but it was all in a good cause.

"And - Raelene - don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!" She grinned - very widely indeed.

I crossed the foyer and smiled myself when I saw Richard. Party because I wanted to, and partly because it seemed to be a good idea, I skipped the last few steps, very proud that I could do so in such very high heels. I reached up to touch Richard on the cheek and give him a brief peck just as< I hoped, any girlfriend would do. Girlfriend! Me? Well, yes, in a sense. Well, maybe not yet but then I had plans!

"Hello darling, well, I’m ready. So. Where do you want to go?"

I had grabbed my handbag and slid my arm through Richard’s. He smiled too, rather nervously, I realised he hadn’t planned the evening, or maybe he had thought of going to the local pub and had just realised that was not a good idea. Again I was thrilled at the thought that this wasn’t because I was a man dressed up, it was simply that he was a married man.

 

10 The first date

I decided to help him out. "How about the ‘Old Shepherd’? I hear it’s a good pub, new management, I’ve never been in there, have you?"

I’d deliberately picked an out-of-town pub and one where I thought he might not have been, it didn’t seem like a bank manager’s type of pub. Richard would be used to somewhere more classy I thought. He looked relieved.

"Sure, Raelene, do you know the way? Can you navigate?"

"Great. Yes, come on, which is your car?"

I was a little disappointed, the last car I had been in, apart from the taxi, was Michael’s Lotus. This was a much more basic vehicle. Later inspection showed I was not quite right. OK it was a standard car, not a sports car. But it was definitely somewhat upmarket. And, let me tell you, the thrill of sliding in my bum in a p.v.c.skirt onto leather seats, wow!

Within ten minutes we were at the pub. I had a thoroughly good time, showing off my legs in what I now know was typical transvestite fashion. And having two vodka-and-tonics. And I have to admit, flirting with Richard. He loved it too, being seen with a rather promiscuously dressed woman, legs and tits and all. I remembered again the thrill of being seen with Marion when she had ‘dressed up’ as she called it. I grabbed Richard round the waist as we headed back to his car.

As he drove back into Birmingham, still reeling from the thrill of it all, I asked him "Well darling, what now? Back to your place?"

He may not have really intended that but he turned left and headed round the ring road, pulling up outside a rather ordinary looking house a few minutes later. We went into the house, hand in hand, I was feeling the effect of the vodkas and had to head for the bathroom. I realised I had missed an opportunity earlier, never yet been in a proper Ladies loo. But somehow I knew this was not going to be my last time dressed en femme.

As I left the bathroom I had a quick look round. The bedroom - now why did I look in there first? It looked very nice, was it possible we could end up in there? I went back down the stairs and into the lounge.

"Richard, have you any vodka? I think another one could take me over the edge." I giggled, he poured me another vodka and tonic and had a whisky himself.

"You realise, darling, that’s two drinks you’ve had tonight. So you can’t drive me home, I may have to stay the night."

At which point I took the initiative. As we sat side-by-side on the sofa I put a hand on his knee, turned my face towards him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Darling, I know this is not supposed to be because you arranged the loan from your bank but I do so want to thank you properly. I want to do something for you"

With which I slid my hand up his thigh towards the bulging penis I could see through his trousers. I began to slide my thumb along it, he groaned softly. I couldn’t wait. I kissed him. Not a peck on the cheek, not a light touch on the lips but a full blooded, sensuous, romantic kiss, I teased his lips with mine, I caressed mis mouth with my tongue, forced my tongue through his teeth. He had his arms round me and was pulling me closer to him. I was excited, I was aroused and I knew he was. I pulled down the zip on his trousers and was just about to reach in. And the telephone rang.

I rocked back and sighed, this had broken my concentration, I was so keen to see his enlarged and swollen cock, I had maybe missed my chance. I reached over and grabbed the phone, knowing that it had to be answered. I passed it to him, he picked up the receiver and rather weakly, his own erotic activity had been interrupted too, he just said "Hello"

I listened to his half of the conversation.

"Oh hello darling...... no, just sitting on the sofa.... Yes... no, not too late, I finished at about seven .... Yes..."

Obviously the usual domestic chit-chat, wife to husband, husband to wife. Suddenly I was very turned on again. This man, who I was trying to seduce, was taking on the phone to his wife. What an opportunity! I moved in closer and kissed him on the left ear as he spoke, when whispered "Richard I am so turned on, I want to do this..."

"... yes, after work today.... No..."

I reached into his open fly and felt his swollen cock, gently pulling it out into the open.

"... yes .... No, Peter didn’t say ..."

I leaned over and kissed the top of my darling’s penis, gently licking at the small drops which had begun oozing from it with the tip of my tongue.

"... yes. I hope so ... tomorrow morning I hope ..."

I began to tease the cock-head with my red lips, smearing my lipstick over it.

" ... yes of course, if I have time..........ooooooooh!"

I looked up, Richard seemed unable to control his emotions, ",, er no, sorry, just nearly dropped my coffee ... yes, I’ll be careful ..."

At which, as if the beep of the off button had acted as a trigger , I went into full-scale seduction mode. I took more of his pulsing cock into my mouth, then took it all out and ran my lips and tongue over its length the way Marion once did to me. Then I popped it back between my lips and taking a deep breath I pushed his cock all the way in until my face was against his crotch hair. And then it happened, he just had to cum! It was too far in my mouth to get it out before the semen flowed and I felt my mouth start to fill. Richard was holding my head on his cock as he shot more cum into my mouth, pushing my head down, fucking my face. I opened my lips to try to let some of his cream spill out so I could catch a breath but it wouldn’t run out. I panicked, I did the only thing I could do to get some air, I swallowed the mouthful of cum!

The thick hot jet of his cum shot down my throat, adding to the taste sensations which were assaulting me. I swallowed, I had to, and almost choked as the hot sticky semen hit my stomach, he kept on cumming. I swirled my tongue around his cock, then sucked as hard as I could as I slid my lips up and down its whole length. I squeezed his cock and ran my fingers up, pushing out another glob of semen. I looked into Richard’s face as I licked it off and lifted my face to his mouth, letting it drip into it from my tongue.

"God, Raelene!", he said, "you are incredible!"

"Well my darling, you were fucking amazing too. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist it, you talking to your wife, it got me so turned on I think you did remarkably well my love. Do you think she suspected anything?"

"You mean did she think the most gorgeous girl in the world was sucking me off? No way!"

We both laughed, we kissed again.

"Now my love, are you ready to do it again. If your wife is coming back tomorrow morning I will have to be off soon, despite my joke about stopping the night."

Richard looked at me and smiled. "Well, if you would like to ..."

"Of course I would." Indeed that was true, I was desperate both to have full sex with him and to cement our business deal, get him into a position so that whatever ‘Raelene’ asked him for in the future he would just have to say yes.

"Well my love, you can. Mary just told me, she wants to stay over with her sister. She’s not coming back until Sunday, late afternoon."

Perfect!

"So we can screw all night then" I giggled.

"I’d love to but I’m not sure I can, Raelene. I mean, I wasn’t really expecting all this. I did have a hard day at work, rushing to get your boss’s paperwork sorted and so on. And after that - I’m really shattered. I hope you don’t feel insulted."

I realised that although I could have gone on I really needed some sleep too. And there was all day tomorrow. And Richard did have one more surprise in store for me. As we got ready for bed he produced a large gift-wrapped box. And in it was a gorgeous, real silk baby doll - and - panties set, sheer, black and totally decadent. So we just had a luscious cuddle as we went to sleep.

So it was with great surprise that I woke up that Saturday morning - with a man in bed next to me! I did what I needed to do quickly in the bathroom, by which time Richard had woken up and gone downstairs, offering me fresh coffee when I went into the kitchen.

"So, darling, how are you this morning?" I kissed him on the cheek and reached behind to give his bum a quick squeeze.

"An awful lot better" said Richard, smiling across at me, really he did look much more refreshed. "And looking forward to a great day with a gorgeous woman." He seemed much more confident now, much more sure of himself, I was going to have to take care that I retained the upper hand. So far he had done everything I had wanted, I was determined to keep it that way. It was a very bright morning, we sat on the bench out on the patio in the sun, safe from any prying eyes, holding hands and cuddling, I was getting a real thrill every time Richard laid a hand on my thigh.

"I need to change, Richard, and I haven’t any other clothes with me."

"Well, we could drive back to your place, then maybe go shopping?"

I was a bit nervous about this. Richard would find out where I lived, maybe later he would put two and two together. And then of course there was the neighbours. I was saved by the telephone. Just for a moment I wondered if it was his wife Mary again, maybe I could be so daring and suck his cock again while he was on the phone? But it wasn’t his wife. It was a business call. Richard looked very disappointed indeed as he was listening, he kept on saying ‘yes’ and ‘of course’ but I could see he wasn’t happy about it.

"Raelene, I’m so sorry. That was Head Office. One of my colleagues was supposed to be working this morning, meeting some people. But his wife has decided to give birth this morning and he’s gone with her. I’m so sorry but I’m the obvious replacement. I don’t like this at weekends but I’m afraid I have to. I should be finished at about three. I am so sorry."

Of course I commiserated with him but, hell, it was because he was my bank manager I was here. I couldn’t really complain. We decided that he was going to drop me off at TWS, I had the keys with me even though we weren’t open on Saturdays. I could get some clothes there. Before he did go, though, we had another grope on the sofa. When we got up I asked him about the photo frame on the dresser.

"Is this your wife? I see she’s a redhead, do you like redheads then?" I asked with a grin.

He had to smile back, then I noticed a ‘wedding photo’ in another frame.

"Wow, Richard, that’s a gorgeous dress."

"Yes it is, Mary’s still got it upstairs, she was always going to use it as an evening dress but she’s never worn it when we’ve been out. Not yet anyway."

"Can I see it?"

We spent a few minutes in the spare bedroom, looking at the dress in its plastic hanger. I had a peer into the drawers while I was there too. Mary had kept all of her honeymoon trousseau, it was all there in the bottom drawer. I had a thought.

 

11 Raelene the Bride

Richard dropped me off at TWS and went on to his meeting. I let myself in and relaxed. I undid my basque, the release in pressure was enormous. The shoes also came off, I got myself a drink from the bar. Then I had a good go at re-doing my make-up from the ground up, I was getting good at it by now, and wanted to aim for a certain ‘look’ I had in mind. I tried my hand at slightly re-styling my hair too, then took my wig off to give myself a bit of a breather from being ‘Raelene’.

After fishing round in the wardrobes, I ended up packing a small bag with a few things for the weekend. This was going to take some explaining to Sarah on Monday, I wasn’t as tidy in putting things back as she had been. I was all ready for Richard at three, looking good I thought in a tight black top and a deep blue denim mini-skirt, with my favourite black stockings and high heels. I leaned over to give him a brief kiss on the cheek after sliding into his car.

"OK darling, where are we going then?"

"I thought we might spend a little time in the shopping arcade, you know, the one near Walsall. I have it in mind to buy you something special."

I wasn’t too sure what he meant but I soon found out. It was to a jewellers that he dragged me, I had a gorgeous time trying on several necklets and chokers, ending up with a rather wide one, very glamorous, OK it was a little outré but I didn’t mind that at all. After that, and a little browsing in clothes shops Richard drove up back to his house. I was a little surprised at the time that I really didn’t want to buy myself lots and lots of nice clothes. I realised that I didn’t need to, I had a great resource in the wardrobes at TWS, and I had my eye on one or two of the things Richard’s wife had in her wardrobe. And I had a few things for the weekend in my bag. And - the clincher - I had an idea for that very evening.

Richard was rather amorous when we got back in, I had to tell him off. "Wait, my love, later. I want to make you wait. I need to tease you, to tantalise you, I want this to be the most exotic - and erotic - night of your life. And I have an idea how to do it."

"Raelene, you really are something else. Do I take it you have some provocative garments from TWS in your bag? I do know they don’t exactly go in for a twin-set and pearls."

"Not exactly, darling. Wait and see."

"Well, whatever you have in mind we have to eat. How about I take you out to dinner? We could go to that country club outside Stoke, you must have heard of it. The Frenchay, it’s supposed to be very exclusive. One of my bosses mentioned it today. I’ve never been there, have you?"

"By that, Richard, I assume you’ve never taken Mary there so you’ll be safe, no-one to see us you mean."

Richard looked slightly embarrassed. "Well, I have to admit, that is a consideration. I can’t afford to be seen out with you really, at least not yet."

‘Not YET?’ What was that supposed to mean. Maybe that later we could be seen out together? Was he getting serious? Maybe thinking of a longer-term relationship? With me? And what about Mary? Separation? Divorce even? Whoa, Raelene, this MUST not get out of hand, it could get so complicated. But - tonight - whatever the consequences I knew what I wanted to do.

"Darling I’d love to go there. But I need to change first, I do so want to do you proud. How about you wear your best suit and I wear an evening dress? Really go for it? I’d love that."

"So be it" said Richard. I’ll go and get changed.

"Hold on darling, I want the bathroom first. This is going to take me at least an hour. You ring and book a table. I’ll be out of the bathroom in twenty minutes, you can shower and change then. I want to dress in the spare room and surprise you."

So while Richard went to the phone in the hall I grabbed the two photo frames and tripped upstairs, not so easy in my heels but I managed it. I was indeed in and out of the bathroom within twenty minutes, then I sat, naked, facing the dressing table in the spare room. I turned and opened the bottom drawer, took out the cream silk bustier and thong panties, the stockings, the clutch bag, the accessories. Richard had obviously loved his young wife on their wedding day, I was about to give him an action replay.

The bustier was gorgeous and it was so tight. Not because it was a special TV bustier like those we used at TWS, but because it was a size too small for me! I struggled into it, just managing to fasten it between my breasts. It was strapless, needed to be to wear under that dress, and nearly held my tits in!

Before getting the dress out - I desperately hoped it would fit - I did my make-up, copying as closely as I could the colours and shades on the photos, not exactly to make me look like Mary but to come as close as I could. By the time I had finished I was satisfied, deep coral lips, gorgeous pink and mauve eyeshadow, pearl earrings hanging down - I realised I would have to get my ears pierced if this was going to happen very often. My stockings were sheer white, attached to the six suspender hooks on each side of my bustier. The thong worked, in that get-up I was an attractive woman, obviously ready for a honeymoon night.

I swept my hair slightly to one side, in a style I had practiced back at TWS that afternoon, then did my nails the same deep coral as my lips. Finally I added the pearl necklet Richard had bought me and put the matching ring in its case in my clutch bag. I slipped on the shoes I had brought from TWS, Mary’s would never have fitted me, then took down her wedding dress.

It was really gorgeous, slim, sheer, silk, off-white, slightly pink and cream, a perfect match to my make-up. Or rather the make-up matched the dress. I removed the cover and held it against me, looking in to mirror. Was this going to work? Could I really wear this for the night? I just knew I had to try.

I pulled down the long zip at the back and stepped into it, pulling the gorgeous fabric up over my silky thighs and up to my waist. I tugged the bust section over my own boobs and smoothed it up the back. Right now what I needed was a husband to zip me up! But I really wanted to surprise Richard so I struggled a bit myself. I finally managed it and turned once more to look at my reflection.

It was indeed as good as I had hoped. The dress clung to my body, it moved as I moved, the slit down the side revealed the sheer silk covered legs, the basque and dress together just about managed to contain my heaving bosom. I glimpsed at the full-length photograph of Richard and Mary. This would do, hell it would more than ‘do’.

I grabbed my bag and gingerly opened the bedroom door. I could hear someone moving downstairs, Richard was obviously already dressed. I slowly and carefully stepped down the stairs. I saw Richard in the lounge, reading a newspaper. I walked in quietly, then spoke.

"Ready darling?" He looked up. The amazement hit him, he must have realised at once the effect I was trying to achieve. To his credit he didn’t make the mistake of calling me ‘Mary’, or of immediately comparing me to her. He just stood, mouth slightly open, gaping. I swung my hips as I walked towards him.

"Will this do? Are you ready to take your wife to dinner?"

"Christ Raelene. You look sensational. That dress suits you, I mean it looked good on Mary but it looks positively sensational on you. You look ravishing."

"As long as you promise to ravish me later" I joked, opening my bag and handing him the small ring case. "Now you have to finish the job."

I held out my left hand, Richard slid the ring onto my third finger. I expected him to comment, but not in the way he did.

"Raelene, will you marry me?"

I paused. Not now, this was not the time to disillusion him. I kissed him lightly.

"We’ll see, we haven’t even been on a date yet, not properly. Come on, I’m hungry."

We drove the five miles to the restaurant in almost total silence, I was still reeling a little from Richard’s question. I had no doubt at all that he meant it, looking as I did it was no surprise he wanted to dump the woman he was with and fuck me for the rest of his life. Somehow I had to ‘dump’ him - yet keep him attached. But not yet.

As we went into the hotel and I handed over my cloak, revealing my ample tits to the waiter, I whispered to Richard "Wait until after tonight, then ask me again." He beamed with satisfaction.

"But your special evening has already started." And I reached down and, hidden from the view of the waiter, gave his balls a slight squeeze. We strolled in, hand in hand, to all intents and purposes man and wife.

Never having been married I’m not too sure if our behaviour during the meal and after was typical of a married couple. I suspect it may not have been, during the meal I spent all my time looking across at him lasciviously, openly flirting, making it obvious to all and sundry in the hotel that we were ‘up for it’, or at least I was. It started with me, during the dessert, slipping off one of my heels and reaching my stockinged foot across under the table and resting it on Richard’s thigh. Then I slid it closer, trying to stroke his penis through his trousers with my foot.

Then after the meal, in the bar, I slid up close to my ‘husband’. He was beginning to get rather concerned, there were lots of people watching us. Both because of my somewhat outlandish behaviour, and because of my legs and tits. I reached across to fondle him again, this time unzipping his pants and sliding my hand in to stroke his now-erect cock. I kissed him open-mouthed.

"Raelene, I’m so sorry, I can’t take much more of this. Please...."

"OK honey, let’s go"

And go we did, I am sure a lot of people got more than a glimpse of Richard’s pants - he didn’t tuck himself away quickly enough. And back at Richard’s house he could hardly contain himself. I went in as he put the car in the garage, by the time he entered the lounge I was lying on the sofa, my dress pulled to one side, falling over the front of the sofa to reveal my long legs. And as I leaned forward - my tits very nearly fell out. I realised that I had drunk rather a lot - I had been rather enjoying the attentions of the barman, as he poured my gin I gave him a good view down my cleavage, and he had just kept on pouring.

Richard came over to help me stand up, his arms supported me, I was impressed by his strength. Especially when he lifted me in his arms and carried me upstairs! He laid me on the bed and, quite suddenly, I became a lot more sober. I kissed him. I put my arms round his neck and kissed him. Hard. Amorously. Passionately. I tugged his coat off and got my hands inside his shirt. I got the shirt off and the trousers too, in fact I stripped him. Naked. Then I sidled up to him.

"And now, my honey, what would you like to do with your wife?"

He was entirely where I wanted him and I made sure I got out of him what I wanted. Out of his cock that is, I stripped off the wedding dress and my thong and laid on my back, got his rampant cock deep inside me and then started to talk dirty to him.

"Oooh, Richard, that is so good, I love your gorgeous big cock, shove it deeper my love.... Deeper... up my cunt... oooh my lover, that is so good, it is so big.... Oooh my love, it is so hot.... I want you to fill me... fill me right up.... "

He was ecstatic. He had on his face the widest grin I had ever seen on a man, mind you, the number of times I had been in that position had been rather small.

"Christ Richard, that is so hot, so good.... Deeper, I want it deeper.... I need your cock to shoot your load deep up my cunt... "

I knew he was close, just a little longer, I watched him in anticipation, he was SO close....

"...oh my lover .... This is it ... come up me ... fill me ... I want your seed in me, oh my darling, that is so good, I need to have you, I need to have your baby ...Oooh my lover."

At which Richard came. In spades. Shot what seemed like pints and pints of his hot sticky cum right up my arse, it was SO good, SO wonderful, I knew it was for him but it was a sensational feeling for me too. Inevitably - he collapsed. Spent. I wriggled, his shrunken cock slid out of my ‘cunt’.

I hugged him to me, his head buried deep within my cleavage. He slept.

About two hours later I woke my lover, teased his cock to erection again, laid myself down on him and got fucked again. Just before six in the morning as he slept like a baby, I began to fondle that gorgeous cock, he woke up just as I had got him to maximum size - and he shot his load again.

I had him very close to a position where I would know I could get anything out of him anytime.

"Raelene, my love, you are a remarkable woman, I promise you, after Mary and I are divorced, I’ll make you an honourable woman. "

Shit. Had I gone too far? Divorce? He was dropping off to sleep again. I slid out of the bed and crept into the spare room. A mere three hours later Richard knocked on ‘my’ door, the spare room that is.

"I’ll be down in a minute my love."

And one minute later I slinked my way into the kitchen where Richard was making coffee.

"Darling"

He looked and I am delighted to say opened his mouth in amazement yet again. With the assistance of the wardrobe department at TWS - ‘Madame Raelene’ had come to town, in my most outrageous outfit yet. There I stood, hands on my hips. Red hair shining, red lips pouting, ultra-long red nails flashing. That, and the black P.V.C. half-cup bustier which pushed my boobs up and revealed deep pink swollen nipples, black fishnets and P.V.C. high heeled stiletto boots. I strolled across the kitchen and pushed my thumbs into the sides of my thong, ripping it from its place. I walked up ho him and pulled his cock from his pants, then climbed astride him. He didn’t really seem up to it, he couldn’t take his eyes off my thrusting nipples as I began to bounce up and down on his stiff thick cock.

It took me ten minutes of activity and some of the most disgustingly sex-ridden encouragement I had ever spoken to get him to cum again. But he did. And after that I have to admit I needed to rest too. At ten, having cleaned up the spare room, put the photos back and tried to tidy up downstairs, taking especial care with Mary’s wedding dress and her trousseau, I called a cab. Before leaving I took Richard a fresh coffee, kissed him on the cheek, and woke him.

"Bye husband". He woke. I smiled. I left.

 

To be continued ...

 

 

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