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

 

Two Way Stretch                           by: Bethany Jacques

 

Part 3

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....

12 Back at work

The taxi driver was perhaps a little surprised to see such a woman leaving such a house in the middle of a Sunday morning. Specially in a tiny P.V.C. mini-skirt and high-heeled boots. At least I had slipped on a leather jacket to cover my tits. I managed to sneak in at home unobserved and spent the rest of the day catching up on my sleep and thinking. I had enjoyed being a woman, I just hoped my last ‘trick’ had the desired effect on Richard.

"Morning" I said as I strolled into work the next day.

"Morning" said Sarah, then turned to look at me. "Shit, Richard, what ..."

I was wearing the same outfit, but had discarded the jacket as I walked in.

"Richard - er Raelene, I mean. Have you been dressed - I mean dressed up - you know what I mean - all weekend? I thought it was just going to be for Friday night. Your date, with your bank manager that is, how did it go? And where did you get that outfit, you certainly didn’t have it with you when you left on Friday."

"No, I came in Saturday to change..." and I gave her a brief resume of the events of the weekend.

"So you spent all Saturday night fucking? And he actually proposed? Boss, I think you are getting into this a bit too deep. Though I do have to admit, you do make an even better woman that I ever imagined. I really am getting a little turned on!"

I hadn’t noticed until then, but Sarah wasn’t looking at my face, she was staring at my breasts. I knew this had to finish very soon but I couldn’t resist that one last tease. I sidled up to her and reached out, lifting her chin with a red-taloned finger and moving my mouth close to her face. I touched my lips to hers very gently, darting my tongue out to tease her gently.

"Christ, Boss, stop it" she laughed. "We have work to do today"

"OK, sorry, I know, I’ll change now. But I really have enjoyed myself this weekend. I could get used to being a woman you know. It has its plus side."

"It does when you look like that, Boss. When you go for it you could have practically any man you wanted you know. But there are downsides too. Mind you, you miss out on some of them. No periods, no pregnancy, I can see why you would enjoy it maybe."

We had to giggle again, in a rather girly way, But I headed into the back before Michael and Carol arrived. Sarah said I must. "I know you’ve screwed Michael, but if he sees you looking like that he’s liable to want to get into your knickers!"

So I changed. To be honest I felt a bit ordinary after that, I could see why transvestites referred to male clothes as ‘drab’. But I had to ‘be’ Richard again, Richard Wood, owner of the company when Mr. Jenkins my solicitor came in to confirm that all the monies had been sorted the previous Friday. Indeed he did come in, just before lunchtime while I was trying to convince an 18 stone builder (I think he was, certainly seemed that way) that he could never ‘pass’ as a 20 year old slut in fishnets and high heels and that his best bet was to go for something more modest. He eventually agreed with me and ended up looking quite attractive, quite what the bed in the boudoir would look like afterwards I was not sure, his partner-in-sex was at least as big and maybe bigger.

But I managed to keep Mr. Jenkins away from all this, to have a brief chat in private about the finances. He still didn’t really know exactly what TWS was about, I suspect his brother-in-law had not revealed all to him. OK, he knew it was in the ‘adult leisure’ category but I suspect that rather like Richard he just thought it was an upmarket knocking shop.

"Well, thank you Mr. Jenkins, I am very grateful for your help here. We should be able to adjust our cash flow sufficiently to pay off the loan in good time."

"That’s OK Mr Wood. Anyway don’t be too grateful, you haven’t seen the size of my bill yet. And I still don’t know how you persuaded Richard Walters to move so quickly, he is usually long-winded and meticulous in demanding references and so on. For some reason he seems to have just waved this one through."

"Well Mr Jenkins, we have our contacts." That would have to be enough explanation.

"You’re not telling me something, Mr Wood. I will ask him, I’m having dinner with him and his wife sometime soon. Though I have my suspicions, I thought I saw his car drive away earlier last week, maybe a certain young lady was involved?"

I don’t think I blushed.

"But that’s not like him at all, I always thought he and Mary were so well suited. But maybe I’m wrong."

The conversation was beginning to get just a little embarrassing, I was glad that at that moment he stood up to leave. "And I will get my bill to you as soon as possible, you may need to check one or two things on it with Richard Walters, anyway, glad it seems to have worked out OK. Bye."

We shook hands and I led him out into the foyer, just as Chantelle was coming out of the red door on her way out. Chantelle? Another of our regulars she is. One of the most mild-mannered and un-remarkable looking guys you have ever seen in your life. 6 foot, skinny, medium build, medium brown hair, medium everything.

But Chantelle? Wow. I often thought I looked good as Raelene but her, well. His/her reference number was 999, a coincidence maybe but any guy who interested her was liable to need an ambulance. For sheer aggression in the being fucked department she took some beating. I’d actually seen her once coming onto a guy in the bar, he had started out full of bravado but when she stood in front of him and pulled the zip on her basque down, and her gorgeous ‘tits’ had fallen out, he was lost. Didn’t know where to look. And her bold statement - "Now honey, you’re going to cum all over these within three minutes or I’m not the disgusting slut I think I am!" - had reduced him to jelly. Three minutes!? They must have spent an hour in the bedroom, he looked totally knackered when he came out. Chantelle, on the other hand, walked a little oddly, not surprising really considering what had been going up him.

As Mr Jenkins passed Chantelle some sort of conversation took place, I’m not sure who started it. Anyway in the end Chantelle smiled widely at him, reached up to stroke his chin with one of her deep blue talons, and turned to march out of the door, bum wriggling in her leather micro-skirt, doing very well in such high-heeled boots.

Mr Jenkins, who was about to follow ‘her’, turned to me.

"Er - Richard. She’s rather an attractive girl, isn’t she? Do you think - if I wanted to - you know, I mean, she might be the sort of girl I could, maybe - you know...?"

Very hesitant. And though he didn’t know why, he really didn’t, he had every reason to be. Though he didn’t know it, he had just asked me if I could arrange it so that he could maybe have sex with a man! I hesitated too, not entirely sure how to respond. He was my solicitor after all. But then, why not? I’d just spent the weekend in bed with my bank manager. This guy’s brother-in-law was apparently one of our clients. And we did have policemen. And magistrates. And farmers and councillors and at least one prospective parliamentary candidate, ex- that is, on our books. And of course Charles the professor of philosophy. Chantelle rather.

"Mr Jenkins, I am sure we can fit you in. And since you’ll be sending me your bill I might as well tell you that we are in fact not cheap either. But most of our clients are well satisfied with the service we provide. Ask at reception on your way out, say you’d like to visit Chantelle, I’m sure you could be fitted in. Tell them I said the blue door, they’ll know what you mean."

I looked at him talking to Carol on the desk as I turned to go back through to the ‘control room’. For some reason ‘Raelene’ came through just a little. He was quite a bit older than me but really rather well built, strong but not too muscular. I bet his cock was large when he was aroused. And then, it surprised me even more when I realised it. He could go through the red door. He really could do it. He’d look good in black. Stiletto boots perhaps, and fishnets. Maybe a p.v.c. basque and black hair, jet black, sort-of Goth look, severe makeup. I wondered how he would react if he knew I was, however fancifully, thinking of him that way. And just how he would react if Sarah tried to lead him in that direction. Maybe one day ...

After that I was looking forward to a quiet time for a while. If I only knew! It was quiet, for a few days, nothing more exciting than a wife wanting her husband done up as near her mother-in-law as we could manage for some sort of lesbian sex session. Oh, and one of our ‘girls’, one of our regulars, featuring in the local press, in a more favourable situation than the previous one of course. ‘She’ had been out for ‘her’ very first walk in the evening dressed, she got picked on by a journalist for a poll. She reckoned it was the tight leather jeans which did it, that and the high heels.

The picture in the paper did her proud, in colour it was, she looked very attractive, quoted as saying she was ‘in favour of a battered wives hostel in the local area’. Apparently she nearly wet herself when the reporter asked her to go for a drink. She chickened out, well it was her first time out so tarted up.

"He was a bit fat really. But if his cameraman had asked me I might have been tempted!" , she said with a laugh.

It was the Friday evening when Carol came into the control room as I was doing, very carefully, the back-up tape from the digital photo file.

"It’s that Mr. Walters, boss. Wants to speak to Raelene. I said I thought she had left but I’d just check. He seems to think she works here full time!"

"Put it through here, Carol, I’d better speak to him."

I picked up the phone when it flashed, my femme voice coming in very easily indeed.

"Hello? Richard?"

"Raelene, I’m so glad I caught you."

"Richard, darling, so nice to hear you. I’ve been wanting you to call all week but I didn’t dare ring you at home or at the bank. So good of you to call, my love."

"Raelene, I think we need to talk. My wife has just rung, she is going to be in Birmingham until late tonight, can we meet?"

I had to think. I still had no car, Mr Jenkins really was tight with Aunt Daphne’s money or at least what was left of it. I was sure there would be enough for some sort of second hand car.

"I’d love to" I said. Damn, I thought, why had I answered without thinking.

And so enthusiastically too.

"Shall I come straight over and pick you up?"

"No, I’m still working, better not." I had to think quickly. Michael had gone and I knew Sarah had a heavy date with her girlfriend. Could Carol ‘do’ me? Of course she could, and she had said she could use some overtime.

"About an hour?"

"OK Raelene, I’ll be there."

 

13 The wife!

An hour? Could Carol really help me enough, I know she had wanted more responsibility. And in an hour? If I couldn’t do it, I could ring him back, presumably he was still at the bank?

"Carol, here, quick. Make sure that disc is finished and locked up, then come into the red prep room, we have a job to do."

Well, she leapt at the opportunity. She knew something of my, or rather ‘our’ situation, me and Richard that is. She surprised me. She started to boss me about as soon as she realised what was going on, telling me to ‘strip - now!’. I think she had seen Sarah in action! Within twenty minutes I was smooth-bodied, basques, stockinged and panties, seated at the small make-up table while Carol looked at the older photos of ‘Raelene’ and considered.

"OK, I’m not so expert at this, I know but these should give me a very good idea. So, what do you want? Slut? Or just tart?" she joked.

I thought for a moment. "Actually Carol, neither. Maybe it might not be such a good idea to be so forward on this occasion. I mean, last weekend was all about sex. Me seducing Richard. But this is more of an ordinary social meeting I think. Not so sure. What do you think?"

"Maybe you are right. So, how about being a receptionist, like me? The secretary look, like that guy on Tuesday. With his boss, being his secretary. His stuff is back from the cleaners, it’s your size. The suit will look good on you, dark grey and very nicely tailored. And with a nice low-cut blouse and high heels you should look good."

I had to agree with her, and that look appealed to me. She was more muted with my makeup though the final layer of lipstick really added a touch of mystery to my appearance, the eye-shadow and mascara were heavy but not too heavy. I finished with largish clip earrings and put on the choker Richard had bought me. Over all - I looked great, At least I thought so and so did Carol.

"You’ll wow him, don’t worry. Hope it goes well, look boss, I’d better go, my mother will have the dinner ready. I did ring her but she won’t want me to be too late. You OK from hare?"

I kissed her lightly goodnight. On the cheek, girl-to-girl. In a way I never would have done in my ordinary clothes. I jumped just a little as the door buzzer sounded. Richard! Had to be.

"OK - Raelene, I’ll hang on a minute, make sure you are OK" said Carol and headed off to press the door release. It was indeed Richard. My Richard, at least that was what he had to think. I skipped across to him. Yes, skipped. In my heels it was not so easy but I hoped I would give the right impression, of a ‘girl’ glad to see her boyfriend. I kissed him, though a lot more convincingly than I had ‘pecked’ Carol on the cheek a minute earlier.

"Richard. Darling, so GOOD to see you" I cooed, sliding an arm into his. "I just have to help Carol lock up, then we can be off. I hope you are feeling fit my love, I have to admit seeing you has made me feel rather ... you know!" I giggled at him, wanting to impress but not to gush.

Carol and I slipped rapidly back into the control room leaving my lover in Reception. I had checked, there was absolutely nothing on display he could take exception to or that could correct his own misconceptions about TWS. One day he would find out, I was sure. But not yet. He was safe there for half a minute. In the control room Carol passed me the file case, the back-ups of the PC files, I always took a copy home at weekends, we both checked that everything which should be was locked away or switched off.

"Christ, boss. You’ve really got him haven’t you. He’s all over you, I mean, totally smitten. And you did great, as if you’d been a ‘working girl’ all your life instead of a few weeks, on and off. I tell you, if Nige and I ever want a loan for a house I’m going to get you to arrange it. You’d get a massive discount on a mortgage I’ll bet."

I’d never thought of that I had to admit. I had been looking round for a new place, somewhere a bit more secluded than my current flat. I thought I’d found one, I was going to get Mr. Jenkins onto it, help me with the finances, I was still hoping that could go ahead even after the money problems we’d had. Anyway, for now I had to concentrate, another evening with my Richard to look forward to. So, I wondered, thinking of his call. Why did we have ‘to talk’? Had he told Mary? About us? Surely not. Suddenly everything looked likely to come crashing down. Suppose he had? And this was about divorce? And a wedding??!! Help!

I grabbed the file briefcase, Carol and I went back into reception where Richard was sat, reading a woman’s magazine. The make-up page! He put it down and stood as we entered, and I took his arm. Carol locked the door behind us, I set the alarm and she gave me the keys. Richard and I walked across the small empty car park towards his car, yet again I appreciated the thrill in sliding onto leather seats in a short skirt.

"So darling, where are you taking me tonight? To a hotel maybe, can we have a drink first. I’ve been working all day and I am bushed."

"You mean - you’ve been - you know - with men, all day?"

The tone said it all. Disappointment, disapproval, he was not happy at the thought that other guys had been where his cock was maybe going to go. And today, so recently, it smacked of being in some way unfaithful. I turned to him as he drove, he really did look disappointed. Maybe that could be a way out if things got tricky.

"Oh no, Richard my love. Not that. I’ve been on reception most of the day, and helped some of the girls with their make-up. I like doing that, it’s fun helping them to look as good as they can for the clients."

All of which was, of course, true. I looked across at him again, he looked relieved. Obviously a more acceptable way of earning a living than getting screwed all day. But he couldn’t complain about that, not really, after all that was how we met. When I reminded of this he did squirm a little again but carried on driving. I realised when he turned off the ring road we were not going to a pub or a hotel, we were headed for his house. Suddenly it seemed serious again, my thoughts turned briefly to divorces and weddings again.

But surely if it had been something that important, life changing indeed, he would have mentioned it straight away. I didn’t have time to ask, he turned into his drive and pressed the button to open the double garage door. It swung open and he drove in. Plenty of room to get out, the parallel bay was empty. Of course t was, his wife was out for a while yet. But he had better be quick if he wanted fucking, and certainly if he wanted it more than once.

As we went in the front door Richard looked round nervously, maybe towards the neighbours’ houses to see if any curtains were twitching, maybe up the road in search of his wife’s car! But there was only a taxi turning into the road some way away. I grabbed my case and we went in. I reached up to hug him round the neck, he seemed to resist my advances a little. But I knew I jade him where I wanted him, I pulled him close.

"Now Richard my love, what is it you wanted to see me about? Was it this?".

And I leaned to kiss him on the lips.

Only to be disturbed before the kiss could start. Behind him, through the frosted glass panel in the front door, I saw lights and heard a slight bump, then the unmistakable sound of the garage door beginning to grind its way up. It was his wife! He realised it too.

"Christ Raelene, it’s Mary. Shit, she must have finished earlier than I thought she would. When she sees you here she’s bound to realise. She’ll know. About us."

So he hadn’t told her. I stepped back from him, thinking frantically. I could glimpse the lights of the car moving, into the garage, behind him. She would be here in a few seconds. Wait. That taxi. Could I get out of the house without being seen? Maybe get to it in time, if it had stopped close by. At least get far enough away not to be caught. I grabbed my bag, just touched my finger to Richard’s lips and tried to smile.

"OK I’m off. Don’t worry."

I opened the front door and stepped out, closing it behind me. But it was too late. I could hear heels coming round the side of the house. Amazingly I kept cool. I reached out a red-taloned finger. And rang the doorbell.

The footsteps became suddenly louder as Mary Walters came round to the front of the house. I pressed the bell again.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

Mary stood looking at me. The photos had not done her justice. She was an attractive woman and, if they had been taken on her wedding day, she had ‘worn well’. I stood for a moment, trying to look just a little confused.

"Er - yes. Maybe. I hope I’ve got the right house. Richard Walters? Sorry, my taxi’s just gone, I should have checked that this was the right house first. But I think I got the address right."

"Yes, you did. I’m Mary Walters. Richard is my husband."

Mary paused, unsure what to say next. But she didn’t get the chance, Richard opened the door. He had to really, he must have heard voices. And there we were, his mistress and his wife, standing on the doorstep. I knew I had to get in first. I reached out my hand towards him.

"Mr Walters, I’m so glad to see you again. I’m sorry I couldn’t get to the bank earlier. It is so good of you to agree to see me like this, my boss would be most upset if he knew I hadn’t got the paperwork sorted this afternoon. I am so grateful, you have got me out of real trouble."

Both Richard and Mary were still for a moment, taking this in. I just hoped I had fooled her, and that he had realised what I was trying to do. Save his marriage, that’s what I was trying to do. It was Mary who responded first.

"Well, please, do come in. I do wish my husband didn’t need to see clients at home but, well, I suppose it goes with the job. Please, do sit down. Can I get you a coffee? And Richard, darling, you haven’t introduced us."

He snapped out of it. In fact he did very well, seemed very calm under the circumstances.

"I’m so sorry. Mary, this is Miss du Bois, from TWS. A client of ours. Miss du Bois, this is my wife, Mary."

I stretched out my hand to her and smiled. "Pleased to meet you, please call me Raelene, again I do apologise for taking up your husband’s time."

She had said ‘my husband’ twice and ‘darling’ once within a minute, consciously or unconsciously she was making a statement. He was hers. Actually I didn’t think she felt threatened, I had convinced her of the innocence of my presence.

"Coffee then?" she asked.

"Thank you very much" I replied. Better do this, maintain the impression and get it over with and out of there, our ‘talk’ was going to have to wait.

"Richard, do you want to take Raelene into the study? I’ll bring the coffee in a couple of minutes."

I was sure he would love to. Take me in there. Shut the door. And have sex, But that wasn’t going to be an option, not with wifey bringing coffee to us. She did head off towards the kitchen, I took the opportunity to move in towards Richard, put my hands up round his neck, and kiss him. I spoke calmly and quietly.

"Richard, I need to get out of here. Quick, let me open my case, we can pretend to be dealing with some papers, I’ll have the coffee and then ring for a taxi. OK?"

He had to agree and we did just that. When Mary came back I was just closing the case.

"Thank you Mr. Walters, you have saved my life. As I said, my boss would have been livid if he got in on Monday and that had not been sorted. I am so sorry, the afternoon just seemed to fly by, I just clean forgot."

"Well, if you have finished, do come through into the living room, Raelene, I’ll bring the coffee."

I was just a little embarrassed when I sat down on the sofa, luckily this time Richard didn’t sit next to me. I remembered the last time! He was nervous too, I decided to get this finished with as soon as possible. Mary first offered to drive me home herself, then suggested Richard could drive me. I was tempted but said no. Eventually after some rather inconsequential and uncomfortable chit-chat I did get a taxi. On the way back into town I had to decide what to do with myself. After all, I was a woman now, at least in appearance, how did I want to spend the weekend? I decided - as Raelene. I got the taxi driver to drop me at my flat, and was very careful as I went in, didn’t want to be seen by any neighbours. I did it.

And I did enjoy the weekend. Saturday morning I got out early-ish, after both my neighbours had headed off, one went to girlfriend’s every weekend on the Saturday, the other worked after leaving her flat at about 8 am. I walked to the edge of town, then got a taxi again to the big department store. I wasn’t too flush with cash but I did manage to get myself a short denim skirt, a mascara, two pairs of earrings, several pairs of stockings and - for the ‘man’ in me, a new shaving brush. I lunched in their café, spent the afternoon looking for a new handbag to match the dress I was planning to wear that evening. I had a few clothes at my flat by now and was surprised to find how easily the female role came to me.

But in the evening I decided enough was enough and changed. At least I managed to remove my breastforms and my ‘pussy-cover’ with the solvent I had in the flat. I had all the makeup removed by 7 o’clock and decided to go for a pint at the local pub. Somehow I needed to exert my masculinity.

And I was lucky there. The barmaid commiserated with me, she hadn’t seen me for a while, she hadn’t heard that Monica and I had split up. Amazingly that triggered something in her, she actually admitted that she had rather fancied me for a while. I really did exert my maleness that night, ended up leaving her in bed at about half past two. With a sore cock, not a sore arse this time!

Monday morning everything was back to normal. Sarah was a little surprised when ‘Mr. Wood’ turned up. Carol had told her about the events of the early part of Friday afternoon, they had both assumed that I would stay en femme all weekend. For once I didn’t share with them exactly what I had been up to, certainly not the events of Saturday night. I did surprise them both though when I asked where they thought would be a good place to have my ears pierced!

Which I did, Monday evening on the way home. I had to - both the earring sets I had bought were for pierced ears, I just loved them and absolutely had to be able to wear them. The two little sleepers I had fitted ached for a couple of days but by Thursday evening I was able to wear my new purchases round the flat. I did feel a fool wearing them but with none of the other accoutrements of femininity but no-one saw me that evening.

And then on Friday - surprise! Sarah asked me if I was seeing Richard again, I said that I didn’t think so. And she came right out and asked if I wanted her to help me dress for the weekend. I thought for at least two seconds - and then said yes. So, just after seven, I was leaving TWS, similarly dressed to the previous week, wondering how I was going to spend the weekend but determined to have some fun!

 

14 The wife 2!!!

As I was locking up I heard a car behind me. I turned. I looked - I didn’t believe it. Of all the people I had not expected to see - iIt was Mary. Mary Walters. What the hell did she want?

"Oh, hi Raelene, I wasn’t sure how to find you, I was going to go in and see if they would give me your address. I’ve been sitting there for ten minutes trying to summon up the courage. I know it’s some sort of Gentleman’s club, that’s what Richard said anyway, I was a bit nervous of going in. I really wanted to talk to you. Do you mind - can we get a coffee somewhere?"

This was very sudden. And very unusual, I didn’t know what to make of it but I said yes. Mary drove up past the town hall, we ended up in a small café actually quite near to where I lived at the time. I was nervous at first but realised. Nobody would ‘read’ me, even if someone I knew came in.

"Miss do Bois, Raelene. This may seem strange but I don’t really know who I can trust. You know my husband through business, anyone else I could talk to knows us socially and - might be the one."

"The one" I asked quizzically.

Mary swallowed hard, looking unsure of herself. I soon realised why.

"Yes. You see, I know I can trust you, I think Richard - my husband - is having an affair!"

Wow! What a turn up. Firstly, that she had found out, and secondly that for some reason she had decided to confide in me. I had obviously done well the previous week, I was a better actress than I though. Yes, actress.

"Er - Mary, you mustn’t jump to conclusions. There may be a simple explanation."

"Maybe but I doubt it. I was looking through Richard’s suit this afternoon. I found a credit card bill for dinner in a restaurant we’ve never been in. I tried to ask him about it but he didn’t give me a clear answer, he was very nervous about it. And there have been other things too, just little things, I’m sure it’s another woman."

Well it wasn’t. But she wasn’t to know that. Come to that he didn’t know either. I hesitated for a while and muttered something inconsequential while I tried to gather my thoughts. Yet again I wanted out of there. Quick. But I knew I had to help her in some way. Was this what Richard had wanted to ask me? I never had that ‘talk’ with him. Must do that sometime during the weekend. But first, Mary. I had done what I wanted with Richard, OK he was a nice guy, he deserved a quiet life without the combinations of juggling wife and ‘mistress’. Certainly none of the complications of divorce and an impossible marriage. I had to get him out of this. I looked at Mary.

"Right Mary. You have a choice. Get rd of him. Or confront him and hope he will come back. Or get him back."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you could go straight to a lawyer and go for divorce. Get rid and start again."

"Oh no, I don’t want that, we’ve had some great times together, things have been so good in the past."

What was I? A marriage guidance counsellor. No but I was about to give advice.

"OK, you can confront him, find out who she is. But that could backfire, he may decide to get rid of you. To choose her instead. A bit risky."

Whether it was good advice or not I wasn’t sure. But that second option would cause all sorts of problems for me. An image of the ‘third way’ was beginning to form in my mind. I rather liked it, and it might work. A bit naughty maybe but what the hell.

"Or you can go for it. Win him back. Make him want you more than he wants her."

"That sounds a great idea but how do I do it?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"I=Use the armoury you’ve got, Mary. You are an attractive woman. But. You have let yourself go a bit haven’t you. Problems at work maybe, and having to keep the home going. Put them in the background for a while. Concentrate on you. Did you say Richard was away all evening?"

"Yes, he’s running some course for trainee managers this weekend. He’s not back until about eleven. And then he’s out all day tomorrow. And on Sunday morning too."

"Right. Let’s go for it. How about you drive me back to your place. We can call at that all-night chemist’s on Peters Avenue on the way. There are a couple of things I think we need. Trust me Mary, by Sunday night Richard will be eating out of your hand."

Trust me! Hah!

Armed with supplies of fresh make-up, I didn’t dare tell Mary that I knew exactly what she had on her dressing table, we arrived back at the house. I suggested we open a bottle of wine, that we needed to relax, to be more mellow if we were to have the right sort of approach. We demolished over half the bottle in only a few minutes before Mary got herself cleaned up and removed all her make-up, then sat at the dressing table.

"You need a new look, Mary, and I’m the one to give it to you. I can have a go at your make-up tonight, then maybe we can find you a new outfit over the weekend. I’ve got a dress I think you would look great in."

"Your dress? No way, I couldn’t get into anything of yours!"

I didn’t tell her most of my success was down to my corsetry, just mumbled that she would be rather surprised at what we could achieve. I didn’t need to go too far with the cosmetic changes that evening, but I think I did convince her that I could make a difference. When we met again the next day I asked her how Richard had reacted.

"Well Raelene, I think he did notice. But he was very tired, working all through from nine until about ten in the evening, hardly a break the poor dear. But I did like the way you did my eyes, it made quite a difference. I have just had my hair done, you are right, I should go to the hairdressers more often. What do you think? And the manicure too?"

I complimented her on the improvement. She probably thought there was a big difference. But I had a long way to go yet. She drove us through town to a rather seedy area, she looked a little concerned.

"Don’t worry Mary" I reassured her. "I just want us to go visit the one shop."

When she was the frontage she was not at all reassured. ‘Whip’s End’ is not your ordinary kind of clothes shop. And not the most conventional shop owners, Gavin and Estelle were both quite regular customers at TWS. They enjoyed the opportunity to role-play with other clients, in fact they were probably the most extreme sexual perverts I had ever met. But charming people. If you met Gavin in the course of his job, he is a piano tuner, you’d think what a nice charming guy he was. But when he was kitted out for his fetish fun, well, you’d certainly think differently. He favoured red rubber, in almost everything. Bra and panties, dress, stockings, I’d even seen him once with a thick fluorescent scarlet condom on his cock, sat at the bar while a ‘girlfriend’ tried to shove it all the way down her throat.

When Gavin and Estelle had a session booked we made sure only people who had booked with them were on site. Anyone not too sure what they wanted, seeing Estelle in red rubber too, crotch-less red tights stretched over her ample behind, it could turn them off. I told Mary it would be OK and we walked in. I’d rung Gavin earlier to make sure he was sensibly dressed, not too extreme for Mary. He’d taken me at my word - he was wearing a suit. I’d never have guessed he had one but obviously he must, piano tuning is a fairly ‘straight’ job, he probably had some important clients.

"Hi there - Raelene" he started out, with a slight pause in the greeting.

He’d seen me ‘both ways’ and had to think how to react.

"Hello Gavin" I replied. "This is Mary, she wants something just a little extreme, to really turn her husband on."

"Er Raelene, I’m not so sure. Just how extreme are you thinking?" Mary was worried.

"Trust me" I said again.

She tried on several corsets, basques, waist cinchers and so on. We settled on a black p.v.c. basque, low cut in a style I like, and too small for her. I remembered the cream basque of hers which I had worn, the one which fitted her on her wedding day. She had put on weight. But this did have the desired effect, squeezing in and up, she had a sensational cleavage. We also chose some ultra-high heel shoes and some fishnet stockings. This was going to be real fun.

And the next day, Sunday morning, I asked what Richard had noticed.

"Well he was tired again but he did sleep well. Only working this morning, he’s due back about three. I didn’t wear the stockings, just the basque last night. He did rather get into the cuddle on the sofa. I had a low-ish cut top on, he definitely did notice. But nothing came of it,"

"Mary, I promise you, it will this afternoon. Now. Ready? For the last stage of the transformation?"

She grinned. She was enjoying this too. I had three hours to finish the job in. Plenty of time. By two o’clock I had virtually finished, I invited her to have a look at the ‘new Mary’ in the long mirror.

"Christ Raelene. What have you done? That’s never me!"

Indeed it was her. But with changes. Improvements, I like to think. The very high heels and fishnet stockings, typical trannie wear, emphasised the fact that she still had very good legs. The short black p.v.c. dress was definitely fetish-wear, as worn on numerous occasions by ambitious transvestites at TWS. It finished about a foot above her knees, just below the stocking tops, they were going to show when she moved. It was tight over the basque, that had indeed taken some getting on, much tighter than the day before. Which meant she was looking much more voluptuous than the day before, huge bulging breasts nearly coming out of the low-cut bodice, nipples standing proud. I had re-done her nails in scarlet, lips too, in fact the whole make-up style was very transvestite. But Mary was definitely all woman. Her hair was swept to one side of her face revealing one of her long gold earrings, again typically trannie.

I had done it. Mary was a tart, an extreme tart. But at least, unlike most of the make-overs I had done, this was for her husband’s benefit. And mine of course, I had loved doing it. She moved towards me, wiggling her hips provocatively.

"Do you think this is going too far, Raelene. Maybe Richard won’t like it?"

"Mary, he will love it. I don’t care how tired he is when he comes in, I guarantee you will have his pants off in two minutes. Then it’s up to you. Are you ready for it?"

"I’m not so sure" was her reply. But she had to be ready for it, I knew what Richard could do when aroused, I wanted her to experience that thrill. I spoke quietly.

"Mary. Please. I want you to be aroused when he comes in, for him to smell the sex in you. Please. Just for a minute, close your eyes."

She did. I reached out to her thrusting boobs and, very gently, slid a finger down inside her dress to tease a nipple out, to leave it suggestively half-exposed above the black p.v.c. cup. Mary moaned. I was feeling rather uncomfortable myself. But I had to continue, I did the same to her right breast. She moaned again. I couldn’t resist it. Her eyes were still closed. I moved my head closer to hers and, very gently, caressed her lips with mine. This time she quivered, but didn’t pull back. I kissed her again, teasing the nipple out from its shiny black hiding place with my red-tipped talons.

"Oh Raelene, oh my god, that is gorgeous." And this time it was Mary who kissed me. And not quite so gently and tenderly either, she was a little more aggressive, I felt a hand slide round my waist and downwards. This was not in my plan but I couldn’t help it. I was kissing my lover’s wife! Suddenly she grabbed me round the neck and pulled my lips close to hers, I felt her mouth open wide and her tongue snake into mine.

We necked and fondled for several seconds, then she pulled back, still fondling my bum with her hand.

"Raelene, I promise you, I’ve never done anything like that before. But it feels so good. It feels very strange, I want Richard - and I want you too."

Well as far as I was concerned she could have us both. The mental image of a threesome on the bed flashed through my mind. But that was probably not a good idea in terms of doing something about their marriage. But I definitely wanted more of this. I slid my hand down the left side of her cleavage and heaved the breast out, the nipple was hard, I had to lick it, to suck it, to feel it grow in my mouth. As I got more excited Mary began to whimper.

"Oh Raelene, my darling, that is so good. Oooooooooh! Christ I want you, I don’t know what is happening to me but ... Oooooooooh!!"

As I slid a finger up her thigh and into her p.v.c. panties. As I fingered her cunt, feeling her wet flesh ripple and her juices begin to ooze out she began to wriggle in ecstasy. I was having fun too, in a way I had never imagined. I wanted to strip her of all the gorgeous sexy clothes she was wearing, lie her naked on the bed - and screw her! I was desperate to. But no. It couldn’t be. Or could it. Mary was getting more excited, her hands were sliding over my bum, along my stocking tops, over the bare flesh. I had to stop her. But I didn’t want to. Her husband had fucked me, now I wanted to have sex with her! My own red lips opened, we French-kissed passionately, I had her breasts both out now...

The telephone rang. We parted.

"Leave it" she said, moving a hand round to the front of my panties. Help, I thought, alarm bells began to ring, my ‘cunt’ had been good enough to fool several men, including her husband, but really only while their minds had been elsewhere. I was not at all sure how it would stand up to close scrutiny, especially from another woman.

"You’d better get it, my love, it might be Richard - your husband."

It was. He was phoning from the service station to say he would be back a little early, in about half an hour. I heard that part of the conversation. I was relieved, we would have to stop. Unless. Déjà vu hit me. I’d been here before, sucking Richard off while he talked to Mary. Maybe ... the chance was too good to miss. I leaned her back on the bed as she continued listening, then pulledthe hem of her dress up above her crotch. I heard her grunt and looked up.

"... yes, or course..."

I slid her p.v.c. panties to one side and began to fondle her pussy again, sliding my fingers gently up and down, I could hear her breathing get harder,

"... no, just a little shopping .... Yes ..."

I leaned in and began to tease her swelling clit with the tip of my tongue.

" Er yes, Richard, that will be OK ... no, not tonight, I have something a little SPECIAL planned ..."

The shouting coincided with my tongue darting in and out, I had found exactly the spot, she was beginning to buck and thrust as I kneaded her arse with my long bright red nails and smeared my tongue over her now-throbbing clitoris.

"...yes ... sorry, got to go now darling, something is coming to the boil .... Yes .. see you soon."

At which moment I heard the beep of the disconnection followed immediately by a loud scream of exultation and a very wet feeling as Mary’s juices swelled up at her climax. She thrust her pelvis at my face several times before subsiding. More quickly than I would have imagined, Mary calmed down, suddenly becoming very matter-of-fact.

"Raelene. My love. My lover. That does sound so strange. But I had better get you out of here, Richard had just stopped on the M42. He’s about 20 minutes away and I have to drive you home."

I managed to surface, to begin to think clearly. Whatever was going to happen I had to get out of this. Quickly.

"Mary, that was absolutely fantastic. Please, believe me, it’s not what I came for. I really did come to help you, to do something for you and for Richard. The whole idea of getting you tarted up was to impress Richard, to help get the two of you back together again. Honestly."

Well, some of that was true. Mary looked into my eyes. Could she see? Did she know? Either of my secrets, that I was a transvestite? Or that I had been shagging her husband myself?

"I know that, Raelene, I do know, really, and it’s not been in vain. That was a great experience for me, one I will remember for a very long time. And it has got me into the right frame of mind. I promise you, he’s not going to get away. When he gets home he’s going to find me, Mary the tart, ready to satisfy his every need. And if that doesn’t work - well, we did have fun trying, didn’t we?"

We managed to get ourselves up and dressed very quickly and Mary did drive me home, I asked her to drop me at the end of the road so that she didn’t find out exactly where I lived. She did, she was in a hurry to get back and to finish getting ready. For Richard. For MY Richard. Well, I had had my fun. She could have him. They deserved each other, in so many ways.

 

15 The end?

And she got him. The next afternoon, as I was sitting in my little living room, still ‘dressed’, in a sweater and skirt and after sleeping in a sexy nightie, I rang Mary. I had a sort-of ‘male’ voice ready, a disguised version of Richard Wood with a fake Scottish accent in case Richard answered, I was ready to offer to sell him double gazing, But it was Mary who answered.

"Hang on, I’ll get it on the other phone." Her voice was quiet, maybe Richard was there and possibly listening. A few seconds later she cam eon the line again.

"Hi lover. Sorry, I don’t want to wake Richard. We’re not up yet."

"Not up?! It’s half past two!"

"Is it? Christ, it is. Sorry, we’ve both been at it all night. We’ve been screwing non-stop since he got back. It’s a revelation, he’s never been like this before. His cock has been erect almost solid since then. He admitted to me at about six that he’s had an affair. He didn’t say who with though. I asked him if it is someone we both know and he said yes. I told him I don’t want to know if he ends it finally today. Hang on I think he’s awake..."

Her voice changed, obviously she’d moved the phone away from her mouth.

" no darling, don’t.. oh Christ, again? Wow that’s enormous! Oooh yes, put it in, oh my..."

At which her voice became very indistinct as if she had something in her mouth. Maybe I had started a trend, a new meaning for the term ‘phone sex’! The phone clicked, then buzzed. I put it down and smiled.

In fact Richard didn’t end it that day, he didn’t know where to contact me. I wondered whether to change back, to Richard, then I realised that ‘Raelene’ had to see Richard very soon. So I stayed dressed all that day and night, then walked into work the next morning in my ‘secretary’ suit - I just love the black stockings and high heels. And as I turned down the alley to walk towards the office door, who should be there, in his car, waiting?

"Raelene, I have to talk. Don’t say anything, this is difficult for me. I was going to say something last weekend but I never got the chance. It’s over between us I am afraid. I’ve got back together with Mary. She doesn’t know about us, and I want to keep it that way. Sorry if this is so sudden,,,,"

I smiled and leaned to kiss him on the lips, just lightly.

"Richard. I’m so happy for you. Don’t worry, having met Mary last week she seems such a nice person. Darling. Be happy!"

I turned and walked into the office. I heard the car start and move off behind me. That was that. Money sorted. Future of the company - sorted in a way. My sex life - well, active certainly. My sexuality - indeterminate. Straight? No. Gay? Probably. Bisexual, well, yes.

Lesbian? Well, yes. Certainly. That night proved it. As I was finishing my stint on reception, thinking of changing back again, Sarah came up to me.

"Raelene, I’ve been looking up your tight skirt and down your gorgeous cleavage all day and I am SO aroused. I never thought I’d say this to my boss but - get your knickers off!"

 

 

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