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Carl, Carla and Hannah - Part 23

The stag night, and the morning after...
There was two weeks to go before Hannah and I would become man and wife. And then, although nobody else knew, we planned to live as wife and wife. In the meantime, the final touches were being made to prepare for the big day. I decided to have my stag night a couple of weeks before the wedding, and I included Tom and one of his friends in the party. Graham, like Tom, was bisexual, but it wasn't something that many people knew about. Tom had known him for some time, and they had 'got together' on several occasions before Tom met me, or rather, Carla. In fact, Tom told me before I'd met him that Graham was the only man that Tom had sexual experience with after his marriage ended, apart from me, and that he was the guy he told me about when we first met online.

Another thing he had in common with Tom was that he was based in Coventry, so I offered them both a bed for the stag night so they didn't have the expense of a taxi. That way, one of them could drive to our house and leave the car. As Hannah was having her hen night on the same Saturday, and then planned to spend the night at Claire's, I told the boys that we wouldn't disturb her. After some persuasion, they both accepted.

The night itself was fantastic, if a little bitter-sweet for me. I realised as I was planning it that it was really not just a farewell to bachelorhood but also to being a man. Of course, no one there, not even Tom, knew of my decision to live as Carla after Hannah and I were married. However, I was determined not to let it bother me, and a great deal of beer and shots were consumed before we all went for the traditional Saturday night Balti.

When Tom, Graham and I eventually polled in at three in the morning, we decided to have a nightcap before turning in. However, Graham seemed a little worse for wear, so Tom and I carried him up to my (i.e., Carla's) room and laid him out on the bed, where he soon fell into a drunken slumber. We decided to undress him and get him into bed, and I noticed that he had a good body, with a definite bulge in his underpants. Tom caught me staring at it, and laughingly told me I was incorrigible before grabbing my hand and leading me back downstairs, leaving Graham blissfully snoring.

I poured us both a good couple of fingers of Glenfiddich, and we sat on the sofa, talking about the evening. As we sat chatting, I leant against him, and then felt him put his arm round me. Without thinking, I cuddled up to him, enjoying being back in his arms. As we ran out of words, I looked up at him. He was smiling, and he looked into my eyes before leaning down and kissing me. It was the first time I had been kissed as a man by another man, and it felt strange and yet familiar at the same time. As we broke, Tom more or less said the same thing. He said it was like kissing Carla, but slightly different. He leaned over and we kissed again, and my hand naturally went to his bulge. He moaned as I rubbed his stiffening cock through his trousers, and I soon unzipped him and slid my hands inside to free his beautiful meat.

I sat, stroking him slowly as he kissed me before moving down and taking him into my mouth. He wasn't as stiff as he usually was, probably due to the large amount of alcohol we'd consumed, but in some ways, I liked that. His cock felt so springy and pliable in my mouth, and Tom was leaking so much pre-cum, I had all on to hang on to that sucker. I glanced up to see Tom leaning back with his eyes closed as I sucked his now hardening cock. Soon, I had him bucking his hips slightly as I bobbed up and down the length of his shaft.

It wasn't long that his breathing became laboured as I brought him towards his climax, caressing and cupping his balls as I sucked hard on his cock. Soon, he made those familiar noises which told me I was about to get my reward, and seconds later, I felt the wonderful surge of his cum flood my mouth. Tom groaned loudly as he pumped his sperm into my throat, and I swallowed as much of it as I could. I kept sucking him until he was entirely spent, and it wasn't until his cock had started to deflate that I released it from my mouth.

I got up and kissed him, pushing the last drops of his cum into his mouth with my tongue, and we swapped it for a few minutes before swallowing it.

"Thanks, that was wonderful," he said.

"You're welcome. You do realise that's the first blow job Carl's ever given?" I asked.

He gave a knowing smile, and pulled me towards him.

"No, it wasn't. To me, you'll always be Carla. Just because you're wearing those clothes doesn't make you Carl. I know you too well, baby. There's an element of Carla in you all the time, for those of us who can see it. I've watched you all night, and I saw glimpses of her when you let your guard down. Tonight, I've come to realise, probably as you have, that you'll always be Carla. So, I guess the question is, what will happen after you're married? What will happen to Carla then?"

His penetrating insight shook me, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say. It was if he'd been reading my thoughts.

Finally, I snuggled against him and said "After we're married, I'm hoping I can live as Carla full time. There are a few things I need to sort out, but basically that's my plan."

"What about Hannah?"

"Hannah loves me, as you know, and I love her. It was her who actually started me off on this road, and she said she'll be happy no matter who I decide to be. Still, I'm not sure if I want to be a total woman, at least not yet. But I ache to have my own breasts, more than I can say. Once I've achieved having them, I'll think about what to do between my legs later. I want to take it one step at a time."

We sat quietly for a while, Tom gently stroking my arm, before Tom said it was time for him to hit the sack. I looked at him for a moment, and then invited him into my bed, to sleep with me as Carla. He agreed, and we went upstairs. I went to my room to get my things and my make-up. Graham was still fast asleep, so I tiptoed out and got myself ready.

Wearing a camisole top and a scanty pair of knickers, I came back to Tom to find him naked in bed, waiting for me. He smiled appreciatively as I fell into his arms, but we were both so tired that we fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, I awoke to find Tom's face smiling at me. When he saw that I was awake, he leaned over and gave me a wonderful, passionate kiss.

"Good morning, sleepy head," he chided.

"Good morning," I replied.

And that was all we said for a while, as Tom slowly and gently kissed me until I was fully awake. I reached between his legs and found that he was more than awake. In fact, he was rampant. I wanted him inside me so badly, and without thinking about it, I straddled him and guided him to the entrance of my yearning pussy.

"Wait!" Tom cried. "Aren't you going to sheath me?"

He was right, of course, so I scrambled to get a condom from my bedside cabinet, and after lubing us both, I sank down with a satisfied moan onto his throbbing cock. Tom closed his eyes and enjoyed himself as I rode him for a while, cowgirl style, and I couldn't help squealing with delight as he filled me each time I slid down his cock. I wanted to try something different, so I got off him and turned round so I was facing the other way. The sight of Graham at the door to the bedroom, naked and stroking his cock made me jump, and Tom opened his eyes to see what the matter was.

"Please," said Graham with a smug grin on his face, "Don't let me stop you."

I went scarlet with embarrassment, then thought 'what the fuck', too caught up in the moment, and lowered myself back down onto Tom's wonderful cock. I heard Tom chuckle behind me, and he whispered an 'ooh, yeah' as he entered me again. Graham watched attentively as I slid up and down Tom's pole, and my face remained red, but this time with pure lust. I decided to put on a show for Graham, and so I started to gasp each time Tom filled my pussy. My eyes fixed themselves on Graham's cock, and I licked my lips as I watched him stroke it. He had a lovely, slim body which made his cock look even bigger, although it was slightly smaller than Tom's.

I reached up and put my hands under my camisole to my nipples and started to play with them. Meanwhile, Graham had made a couple of tentative steps into the room so he could get closer to the action. I think he enjoyed listening to my grunts as I slammed down on Tom's weapon, and he started wanking even more furiously.

"Why don't you suck the poor fellow," Tom said behind me. "It looks like he's about to explode!"

"Do you want me to?" I asked Tom.

"Yes, my slut, suck his cock while you ride me like a whore!"

I loved it when Tom talked to me like this in the bedroom, and he knew it. The addition of Graham to the situation certainly seemed to encourage him, and he told Graham that 'the bitch gives great head'!

Although still uncertain, Graham took the few steps between us, presenting his cock to me. I had to lean forward to reach it, and, judging by the noise he made, Tom seemed to enjoy the change in position. I opened my mouth eagerly to take only my second ever cock. It tasted quite different to Tom's and I would preferred it if Graham had at least showered beforehand, but even so, I sucked on it greedily, running my tongue over it as it slid between my lips.

"That's right, slut, suck his cock, there's a good girl," said Tom, emphasising the point by giving my bottom a firm slap.

I yelped in surprise, but as the tingle spread across my buttocks, I realised that it actually felt rather nice. I moaned, pushing my bum out a little as if inviting him to slap it again. Tom needed no encouragement as another wonderful stinging slap landed on my other buttock. Graham also seemed to get caught up in the mood too as he bunched my hair in his hand, holding my head where he wanted it as he started to fuck my mouth and throat.

I held on to Tom's legs as both my pussy and my mouth got the attention they so often craved, and I felt like I was in heaven as the two men used me for their morning's pleasure. Every now and then Tom would spank my arse firmly, and he seemed to enjoy my yelped response, quickly followed by a low moan. I ground my hips against him, his cock driving me wild as he also pushed with his hips in time with me. He started to encourage me, calling me his piece of ass, his pussy, talking dirty to me as he told me to suck on Graham's cock like the cheap whore I was. He told Graham to fuck my filthy mouth and fill his whore with spunk.

It wasn't too long before Graham did just that, and he held his cock deep in my throat as he exploded into me. His cock was so far in, I couldn't swallow, and so most of his cum ran out of my mouth, down my chin and onto the carpet. Once he pulled out a little, I swallowed what I could, but not before savouring this new taste. It was quite sweet compared to Tom's and I immediately liked it. As Graham withdrew his fabulous cock, I turned to look at Tom, and the sight of me with cum all over my mouth and chin had an immediate impact.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped as I felt him start to cum inside me, and he scrunched his eyes up as he spurted again and again.

I howled as I came just after I felt his first ejaculation fill the condom, and now my own juice joined Graham's on the carpet. Eventually Tom's thrusts subsided, and once I was sure that he was satisfied, I clambered off him. I faced Tom as I pushed the rest of Graham's cum into my mouth, licking my fingers when I'd finished. Then I looked down and saw a drop was left on Graham's cock, so I bent over and sucked it off for him. Afterwards, I couldn't believe I'd done this, but at the time I really did feel very slutty. If asked, I would have done anything either of these men asked of me, without hesitation.

A heavy feeling in my bladder told me to head for the bathroom, so I made my excuses and left the two men alone. After a much-needed pee, I had a quick shower and put on fresh make-up, perfume and lingerie before heading back to the bedroom.

The musky scent of sex was heavy in the air as I opened the door to find the two guys kissing in bed. Both of them were sporting massive erections, so I slipped between them and took one in each hand. Soon I was sucking first one and then the other until I could feel that they were both ready to burst again. Then I looked up and asked them which one of them wanted to fuck me this time?

Tom suggested that Graham should fuck me next, while he fucked Graham. My eyes widened at the thought of all three of us fucking at the same time, and went to fetch a couple of condoms.

"No need for me, baby," said Tom. "Graham and I don't use them on each other. We both got tested when we first met, and as neither of us have been with anyone else, apart from you of course, we don't really use them."

I was flabbergasted when he said this, but I wasn't prepared to take any risks, so I insisted that Graham used one, which he readily agreed to. Once it was on, he had me bend over the edge of the bed. Slowly he entered me, and I was soon enjoying his firm thrusts as his body slapped against mine. Although he wasn't quite as big as Tom, he certainly knew how to use it, and I made a mental note that I'd like to get to know him a little better on his own sometime. Meanwhile, a few minutes later, Graham slowed down and then stopped while fully inside me, leaning over me to let Tom enter him from behind. Once they were both happy, all three of us started to work up a rhythm.

The erotic tension in the air was incredible as all three of us fucked in one big, wild motion. Graham made some really sexy grunts as Tom fucked him hard, with the result that his thrusts transferred into Graham and then me. I felt like I was getting double-fucked by these two lovely guys, and the very thought of it made me orgasm. My pussy muscles tightened as I did so, squeezing Graham's beautiful cock inside me, and he groaned as he filled his condom, and the feeling of his ejaculation made me orgasm again. Meanwhile, Tom had grabbed Graham's hips and was slamming into him hard, making Graham squeal. He stayed inside me as Tom ravaged his ass, and I felt each thrust of Tom's muscular body in my pussy.

Soon, Tom gave a loud howl and then came inside Graham's arse, filling him full of his seed. Graham made some whimpering noises as Tom's cock exploded inside him, and I felt his cock twitch in my pussy while Tom continued to fuck him until he was fully spent. Finally, Tom pushed one last time and held himself against Graham's body before semi-collapsing forward onto his back. The weight was too much for me, and we all fell forward into a heap on the bed.

Once we'd all got our breath back, Graham limped off to go to the bathroom. I called to him to use the shower if he wanted to, and where the towels were. I watched, mesmerised by the sight of his red arse with Tom's cum slowly dribbling down his leg. Tom took me in his arms and kissed me, and then asked me if I'd enjoyed my stag night. I told him I'd loved it, and especially the stags at the end. He kissed me again, and after he broke, he made a sad face.

"What's the matter?" I asked concerned.

"Nothing," he said, avoiding my gaze.

"What is it, baby?" I asked him, pulling his chin towards me.

He looked into my eyes, his face contorted with emotion. It was obvious something was bothering him, and I asked him again what the matter was.

"I know you're getting married in a couple of weeks, so I really shouldn't say this. I'm so sorry, Carla."

"What? Sorry for what?" I asked as I stroked his stubbly cheek.

He looked at me with a hang-dog expression, and tried to avoid my eyes, but I held his gaze. Finally he spoke.

"I love you," he said quietly, his eyes becoming slightly moist. "I've loved you for some time, and I couldn't bear not telling you. I'm so sorry."

My heart felt like it was both breaking and yet so full of joy. Tears immediately formed in my eyes, and I felt a drop trickle slowly down my cheek. For a moment, I didn't know what to say, so I just hugged him tightly. I knew I loved him too, but in a different way to how I loved Hannah. As I held him in my arms, I tried to gather my thoughts and emotions, tried to figure out how to say how I felt. Eventually, I pulled away and kissed him tenderly. When we broke, I knew what to say. I looked lovingly into his eyes.

"Tom, I love you too. You are, and will always be my man. And if I wasn't getting married to Hannah, I would be more than happy to be your girl. But I am marrying Hannah, and despite how much I love you, nothing can change the way I feel about her. I'm really sorry too, but that's the way it is. Having said that, once Hannah and I are married, I can't see that much will change between you and me, if you don't want it to. We can still see each other, as I'm sure Hannah will still see Claire. I know it doesn't seem much, but darling, it's all I can offer. I'm sorry, but that's the way it's got to be."

He was silent for a few moments, and then he gave me a brave smile and kissed me.

"Okay, I understand," he said as our lips parted.

"Thank you," I said softly.

We looked into each other's eyes before the moment was broken by Graham returning from the bathroom. He looked at us on the bed, and he realised immediately that something was going on between us.

"Sorry, am I intruding?" he asked, his flaccid cock swinging lazily between his thighs.

"No, not at all," said Tom, rising from the bed.

He walked towards the door, reaching over and giving Graham's cock a gentle tug as he went past. Graham grinned, and then came and joined me on the bed. We sat and chatted about the evening and the three-way for a few minutes. Graham told me I had a lovely, tight pussy, and had really enjoyed being inside me. I told him I'd enjoyed it too, and that perhaps we could do it again sometime. Graham boyishly said that he'd like that, and I said we'd arrange something sometime.

A short while after, all three of us were showered, dressed and downstairs in the kitchen. I made coffee and cooked the boys some breakfast, and all the while Graham kept looking at me, amazed at my transformation from Carl, the bachelor to Carla, the housewife.

We were sat finishing our toast when Hannah walked in from her hen night, looking slightly the worst for wear. I noticed that Tom kept avoiding looking at her, and not long after she arrived, he said that Graham and he should be getting back. I kissed both of them fully on the lips before they sidled out the front door.

I made coffee and breakfast for Hannah while she told me about her hen night and the consequent evening with Claire and a couple of her friends. It sounded very similar to the one I had, except Claire had been tied up for most of it and used for the other girl's pleasure. Then I told her about my evening and what had happened this morning. She listened, wide-eyed as I told her about the three-way fuck, and then dragged me back upstairs so we could make love to each other. I left out what Tom had said, but I knew I would tell her eventually. Meanwhile, she was all mine, and I was all hers.

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