I woke up in the morning with Michelle’s arm around me. We were spooning. She was the big spoon. I held on-to her arm stroking it gently as I recalled how ‘Mike’ and I had gotten it on in the living room the previous night. ‘Mike’ had fucked me on numerous occasions in the past, but my ass was still sore after what we had gotten up-to last night! God it was so hot!

I turned my head to look at the clock on the night-stand and saw that it was 9:30 a.m. I slowly lifted Michelle’s arm from around my waist, and carefully got out of bed, trying not to disturb her. I noticed in the mirror that my blonde wig was disheveled, just like Michelle’s hair usually was in the mornings. I grinned at my reflection.

I continued to admire myself in the black satin chemise I was wearing. It was one of many items of women’s clothing in my wardrobe. I looked back lovingly at Michelle in her boxer briefs and white tank top. She looked so damn sexy in them.

I made my way into the kitchen downstairs and got a pot of coffee going. Michelle was always up early and made the coffee, but last night’s activities took a lot out of the both of us, especially her!

As I stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the coffee to brew, I felt her arms wrap around my waist. Michelle leaned into my back, and kissed me on the shoulder.

“Good morning babe,” she said playfully.

“I didn’t hear you coming…downstairs.”

“I thought I’d sneak up and surprise you,” she said, kissing my shoulder again and squeezing me tighter.

“I could get used to…this.”

I turned around and looked lovingly into Michelle’s eyes. She reached up and stroked my cheeks, before pulling me into her for a soft and tender kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, deepening out kiss. The beeping coffee machine pulled us out of our loved-up trance.

“Coffee’s ready, I guess,” I said, breaking the kiss and clearing my throat.

Michelle burst out laughing at my sudden bashfulness.

We settled opposite each other at the table to enjoy the coffee I had just poured for us. I took small sips of the hot aromatic coffee.

“What?” I asked, as I realized Michelle was looking at me intently.

“You look so sexy dressed like that,” she said with a smile.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“With my hair all over the place? I look like a muppet!”

“Ha! No way! You look cute, babe,” she said laughing.

I frowned as I continued to sip my coffee. Michelle, on the other hand, was still smiling as she sipped hers.

After our morning coffee, I went about taking care of the chores Michelle usually performed on Sundays. After I headed back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, Michelle was still sat at the table reading the morning paper.

I rustled up a breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs and toast and served it up.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Michelle asked as we tucked in.

“I don’t know. You kind of sprang this whole long weekend thing on me.”

“I was just as surprised when Henry told me that I could take today and Monday off.”

“What do you want to do today?” I asked, taking a bite.

“I was thinking that… we could go out today and grab some lunch…”

“But I thought you didn’t want to break character?” I said, puzzled by the apparent about turn.

“I was hoping that we could go out as ‘Jenny’ and ‘Mike’…” she said hesitantly.

My face fell. I felt a rush of anxiety. Michelle must have known that her suggestion would be met with a considerable amount of unease from my side.

“Babe…” she said, reaching across the table to take my hand in hers.

“Honey, you know I don’t want to go out as ‘Jenny’.”

“But…”

“After that outing last year, I don’t think I could ever go out dressed as Jenny again.”

“Sweetie, that was almost a year ago and where we went wasn’t really the friendliest of places in the city.”

I was already going back to that memory. Michelle had, after much discussion, convinced me that we should go out dressed as ‘Jenny; and ‘Mike’. She took me to a nice restaurant. It was nothing fancy, but very romantic. Unfortunately, many of the diners kept staring at us and giving us dirty looks. I could hardly concentrate on my meal or even talk to Michelle. One older gentleman went as far as to leave the restaurant, mumbling under his breath and giving us a dirty stare as he passed our table. It was unsettling. Needless to say we did not enjoy the evening. I’ve not had the confidence to go out as ‘Jenny’ since.

“Michelle, you know why I’m uncomfortable. I don’t want to go someplace where people will stare at you and your cross-dressing husband.”

“Babe, we’ve discussed that night. I didn’t know that our evening would be ruined like that. I feel kind of responsible for what happened that night. I just wanted to go out on a date and have a nice romantic time.”

“I don’t blame you… honey.”

“I know you don’t. I was hoping we could try it again. But this time we could go out to a friendlier part of town. Maybe grab a bite to eat. Maybe even do some window shopping.”

“A friendlier part of town?” I asked, somewhat more interested now.

“We could go to the Valley. They have great shops and really good restaurants and pubs.”

I sat silent as I thought about it. The Valley was an area in the city that was filled with people from the LGBTQ community. There were a lot of same sex couples that lived and frequented the area because of the atmosphere. It was a safe haven for people with alternative lifestyles.

“But we’re not a same sex couple,” I protested.

“That’s doesn’t matter. That area is very neutral towards all people, no matter who they are. I have even read on some message boards about men who dress up as women who go there and love it. I’m absolutely sure that we won’t have any problems there at all.”

I sat in silence as I considered Michelle’s suggestion. The Valley was filled with people from the LGBTQ community. A lot of same sex couples lived in, and frequented the area because of its tolerant atmosphere. It was like a safe haven for people with alternative lifestyles.

“But we’re not a same sex couple,” I pointed out.

“That doesn’t matter. I’ve researched online and a lot of straight couples visit the area too. I have even read about men who dress up as women who go there and love it. I’m absolutely sure that we won’t experience the same prejudice there.”

I pondered everything Michelle had said. I still wasn’t convinced that going out as ‘Jenny’ was such a good idea.

“Just once please, babe. For me. And if it turns out to be a bad experience, we’ll leave and I’ll never ask you to go out of the house as ‘Jenny’ ever again.”

I sighed. “Okay.” I knew when to throw in the towel.

Michelle was giddy with excitement. “Really?”

“Yes. But if it gets to be really uncomfortable, then we are out of there! Agreed?”

“No problem. Scouts honor,” she said, raising her fingers in the air.

“Okay then.”

She got up and came around the table to settle on my lap.

“I can’t believe we’re going to do this!”

“I love you, Michelle. You know I would do anything for you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

The look she then gave me, made me fall in love with her all over again.

As the morning passed, I became more and more excited and less nervous about our trip to the Valley. After breakfast we decided to hop into the shower together. Sharing a shower with your lover is one of the most erotic experiences you can have. Michelle had her back to me in the shower and decided to turn the heat up a notch. I lathered some of our favorite shower gel and rubbed all over her breasts as I pressed her back to my front. At first I massaged them quite gently. Just the way she liked it. She turned her head and kissed me as I paid more urgent attention to the task at hand. I began edging my hands downwards rubbing the gel all over her tummy, and then finally going down below.

She sighed as my hand made contact with her pussy. I started to rinse her, moving my hand down to her pussy, teasing her and eliciting soft moans from her. My cock was at attention and poking against her butt as I slowly edged her towards orgasm. Her breathing became shallow and soon came in gasps. All I wanted to do was to slam my cock into her.

“Fuck me!”

I pushed her against the wall, and aimed my cock at her pussy. She gasped as I pushed my length inside her, filling her to the hilt. I began to move slowly. After a good few minutes of slowly torturing her pussy this way, I began to give it to her hard. She moaned and whimpered. And every now and then I heard her demanding that I should fuck her, that I should give her my dick. My wife had a filthy mouth. Finally she began rubbing her clit. It always drove me wild seeing her play with herself while I had my dick inside her. She screamed as her orgasm hit her. My thrusting grew faster. Then I finally came too, grunting like a man possessed.

After we both had finished, I drew my cock out of her pussy. I held her in my arms as the water cascaded over us. Michelle turned around and gave me a passionate kiss. I held her in my arms as we stood under the shower head together.

Then her mood changed. She pushed me back against the shower.

“That was a freebie. The rest of the weekend, it’s going to be you screaming for me to fuck you,” she said in a sexy whisper.

“Now who’s the tease?”

After our eventful shower, we helped each other decide what to wear. For ‘Jenny’, Michelle chose a black and white sundress with a black shrug that complimented it perfectly. For ‘Mike’, I chose a pair of khaki pants and a white shirt with roll back sleeves and a pair of boxer briefs, that matched her binder she was going to wear to flatten her chest. Michelle even wore the harness and the dildo we had used the previous night. This time, the boxers and the baggy khaki pants helped to cover the bulge. Finally, Michelle helped me with some light make-up, and then we were ready to go.

I was nervous during the whole drive. ‘Mike’ chose to drive, and squeezed my hand. We entered the valley area and parked near the shopping district. If I was nervous in the car, then I was hot mess as we stepped out of the car. ‘Mike’ held my hand tightly, as a sign of trust, and we moved towards the shops.

The mian street was bustling with people. Surprisingly no one was staring at us. It was as if no one cared that a woman dressed like a man, was walking hand-in-hand with a man dressed as a woman.

We spotted a store that we liked, and ventured inside. Most of the shoppers were women. The sales staff greeted us warmly and welcomed us. A couple of women even looked at us and gave us a smile.

The friendly vide put me at ease and I could feel my nervousness slowly disappear. The sales staff directed ‘Mike’ to the section that had more masculine clothing for women who considered themselves ‘butch’. I, on the other hand, was a still a little too shy to look for anything.

In the past, Michelle had always shopped for new items of female clothing for me. Or we just made purchases from online stores selling female clothing for crossdresser’s. It was more discreet.

Back on the sidewalk having made some purchases for herself, ‘Mike’ stopped in her tracks and pointed towards a store across the street. It was a sex shop!

“You want to go in there?” I asked, once again quite jittery with nerves.

“Yeah,” she nodded in excitement.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a wuss!”

“Babe, its one thing to go shopping for clothes, a sex shop is a different story alltogether…” I let the sentence trail off.

“It’ll be fun. We’ll just look around. Who knows, we might even find something we like?”

She pulled me towards the store. Except for a woman sitting behind the counter, the store was empty. The woman had bronzed skin, an average-sized chest, with short dark hair. She seemed to be in her early to mid-twenty’s. She smiled as she spotted us.

“Hello. How can I help you today?” she asked cheerfully.

“I was wondering if you had any toys my husband and I can use?”

I was mortified. “Michelle!”

The sales woman saw my horrified expression. “It’s okay sir. We get straight couples in here all the time,” she said, encouragingly.

“See? Just relax babe.”

“Are you looking for anything specific?” the woman asked.

“Nothing specific, really. We just saw the store from across the street and decided to come and take a look. Erm, miss…”

“Carmen. My name’s Carmen.”

“Nice to meet you Carmen.”

“Likewise,” she said.

“This is James. Jenny actually…”

“Michelle!!!” I groaned under my breath, and gave her an icy stare.

“… and I’m… Mike…”

“Hi Jenny, it’s nice to meet you… and you too… Mike” said Carmen with a Cheshire cat grin, first shaking my hand and then ‘Mike’s’.

“So, what is it that you guys are looking for today? Vibrators? Dildos? Harnesses? Sexy lingerie?”

“Could you show us some harnesses?” asked ‘Mike’.

“Sure, right this way.”

She led us to a section towards the back of the shop where a number of harnesses were on the display. As with my female clothing, Michelle was the one who always purchased the harnesses and the dildos. We’ve purchased three harnesses over the past couple of years. Two of them were made of leather and had to be discarded for wear and tear. The third was a cloth harness, much easier to wash and maintain.

“Wow, you have quite a selection!” exclaimed ‘Mike’.

“Yeah, we have a wide range of pretty much everything. In fact, we are the biggest sex shop in the city. We pride ourselves on being able to meet almost all our clients’ needs,” replied Carmen. “Do you own a harness right moment?”

“Yes we do. A Tomboi harness,” replied ‘Mike’.

“Briefs or the boxers?”

“Briefs.”

“Good choice.”

“Yeah, I love it.”

“You have it on now, don’t you?” asked Carmen, with a grin.

‘Mike’ and I froze and looked at each other. She, in surprise. I, in silent mortification.

“How did you guess?” exclaimed ‘Mike’.

“Well, I can see a bit of bulge there. Plus a lot of women we get in here are packing,” replied Carmen.

“Really?” I asked, finally breaking my silence.

“He speaks!” laughed Carmen. ‘Mike’ burst out laughing too.

They were giggling like schoolgirls. I was annoyed, and descended into silence again.

“I’m sorry. But yeah, we do get a lot of women who pack. It’s quite common these days.” She picked up a harness that was styled like boxer shorts and showed them to us. “This for example. A lot of trans-men prefer these particular pair of boxers. They put in dildos or packers and get on with their daily routines,” explained Carmen.

“They look nice,” said ‘Mike’, as she stoked the cloth harness.

“They look good, yes. But when you want to play, they don’t have a lot of give at all. I’ve heard from many people that that dampens their experience,” replied Carmen.

“Then why do you carry them here?”

“Well we have to. Plus this style can also be used as a packer. So they do serve their purpose to some extent. However,” she continued, picking up yet another harness, “this is the harness I stand by. It’s called the Joque, because, as you can see, it’s shaped like a jock strap. It’s a double-strap harness,and therefore very easy to put on. The adjustable Velcro straps at the back make putting them on almost effortless. It’s got a bunch of other straps too which once adjusted, never need to be adjusted again.”

“Never again?” ‘Mike’ looked incredulous.

“Not at all. Unless you want someone else to wear it, then, of course, you would have to make adjustments.”

“Is it comfortable?”

“From experience, I can assure you it is the most comfortable harness!”

“Any good for pegging?” asked ‘Mike’. I got another horrified look on my face.

“Yeah, definitely,” answered Carmen, glancing in my direction, with a reassuring smile.

“Does it come with a dildo?”

“Sometimes they come in kits, but this is just the harness. If you are looking for a dildo that will go with it, you would have to consider what type, size and girth for example. Personally, I prefer this one called the Outlaw.”

The dildo she held in her hand was a realistic dildo and it was huge!

“It’s about nine inches or so. You can also go with the Bandit, which is about eight inches long. Both come in vanilla, caramel & chocolate colors.”

“Will these go with the Joque?”

“Like I said, I speak from experience.”

“Have you… ever… used it… on a guy?” asked Michelle.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I have,” replied Carmen, with a smile.

‘Mike’ turned to me, “We’ll take it.”

I gulped as I heard her say those words. The dildo we had at home was about seven inches long. The eight-incher seemed ok too. But the nine inch dildo ‘Mike’ wanted to get us to get was massive!

“Which color would you prefer?” asked Carmen.

“We’ll take both in caramel.”

“Great, I’ll ring these up for you then.”

I pulled ‘Mike’ closer to me, “You’re buying both of them?”

“Yeah. So?”

“But that… that other one is… so big… ” I pointed out unnecessarily.

“Aww, is my little kitten worried?” teased ‘Mike’. “Don’t worry babe, we’ll try it out. If you can’t take it then we can always use it on me,” she said, with a wicked grin.

I was nervous once again, but after all the shopping I had was begging to get a little hungry and tried not to think about the big dildo. We opted for lunch at a bistro across from what appeared to be an old, out of use movie theater.

“Look at that, an old-fashioned theater,” said ‘Mike’.

“They haven’t listed any movies outside, I wonder if they’re still operating.”

“Wait here,” said ‘Mike’, as she headed across the road. My nerves began to act up again as I stood alone outside the restaurant.

She ran up to the young man sitting at the ticket counter and exchanged a few words before making her way back to me.

“They’re still in business, and they’re showing Casablanca tonight.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, as we entered the restaurant.

A hostess met us at the door, and guided us to a booth. She handed us a couple of menus and smiled at us as she walked away.

“So, I thought that maybe, we could see Casablanca tonight?” said ‘Mike’.

“You want to come back here and watch a movie?”

“Yeah. I mean, our shopping trip is going so well. No one is staring at us. The vibe here is so great. I thought the movie would be a nice end to our day?”

‘Mike’ looked at me expectantly.

“Well, we have had a good day. What the hell, let’s do it.”

“Great!”

“I haven’t seen it anyway, so… ”

“You haven’t seen Casablanca?” She looked at me like I was from another planet.

“No. Is it any good?”

“It’s only one of the most romantic movies ever!”

“Okay,” I replied, laughing.

“I first saw it in high school, and I used fantasize that I was Ingrid Bergman,” she said with a sigh and far away look.

“Okaaay,” I said, laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You fantasized that you were a movie actress?” I couldn’t contain my laughter.

“Haven’t you ever fantasized that you were a character from a movie or even just someone else?” she asked.

I could tell that ‘Mike’ was not going to let this go. I had never been more happy to see a waitress at that moment.

“Hi, my name is Melinda, and I’ll be serving you today. Have you decided what you would like?”

“Um, no not yet. Could you give us a few more minutes?” said ‘Mike’.

“Whenever you guys are ready, wave me over and I’ll be back to take your order.”

‘Mike’ continued to fix me with the enquiring stare she treated me to before the waitress interrupted us.

“What?”

“I’m still kind of waiting for my answer.”

“Well, I mean I used to fantasize, but not really about being a movie star or anything…” I let the sentence trail off.

‘Mike’ leaned in closer, looking into my eyes as if trying to pry my secrets out of me.

“But there was someone you fantasized about, or someone you fantasized being?” she prompted.

I could feel my cheeks heating up as I blushed. I knew I had been caught.

“You didn’t fantasize about screwing her, did you? You fantasized about being her,” ‘Mike’ grinned. “Come on, tell me!”

“No…”

“Oh, come on. I accept you for who you are James. It’s okay. You can tell me.”

“No. Now let it go, please.” I made eye contact with the waitress, and gestured her over to our table.

“You have to tell me. Maybe we can even do some kind of role-play and get you off,” she teased, grinning.

I knew Michelle well enough to know that she would not let this go. And if I told her she probably would end up making that fantasy come true. But I didn’t want to tell her.

“So, you’re ready to order?” the waitress asked.

“Yeah. I’d like to start with a drink first. A rum and coke please,” I said hastily, welcoming the interruption.

“And for you?”

“I’ll have whichever beer you have on tap, please.”

“Okay, great. I’ll be back with your drinks soon.”

‘Mike’ scooted next to me in the booth.

“Tell me. Come on. You know I’m not going to let this go.”

“Just leave it, please.”

“James, please. Tell me. I have accepted everything about you. I am not going to judge you. This far into our relationship, you don’t trust me?”

“It’s not about trust. It’s just kind of embarrassing.”

She looked a little puzzled. I could see that she was trying to figure out why I was so reluctant.

“The maid who came my parents house twice a week.

And the head cheerleader at my old high school.” I was mortified.

‘Mike’ burst out laughing.

Just then the waitress came over with our drinks. Thank god she didn’t linger. I almost downed most of my drink in one go.

“What’s so funny?”

“Because, fantasizing about the maid and the head cheerleader is such a cliché!” she said, trying to contain her incredulity.

I couldn’t hide my annoyance. I sat drinking quietly and studying the menu.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed, baby.” She moved even closer to me, squeezing my thigh. “I’m sorry, baby. Really.” Michelle knew I found the cute puppy dog eyes she was making just then hard to resist. I relaxed and smiled, and was rewarded with a quick kiss on the lips.

“Aw, you guys are so cute!” We were so preoccupied that we didn’t see the waitress who had come over to the table to drop some nuts. She grinned at us, and walked off again.

‘Mike’ smiled and gave me another kiss on the cheek. We sat in silence for a few minutes sipping our drinks and studying the menus. ‘Mike’ suddenly looked up at me in excitement.

“I have an idea,” she said with a naughty grin.

“What?”

“What if we spend tomorrow fulfilling one fantasy of each of ours?”

“You want us to role-play our fantasies when our roles are already reversed like this?” I gestured to us in our carefully-selected attire. I couldn’t help smirking

“Why not? Look, we have already switched places. You can’t deny that last night was hot. Amazingly so. Why not spice it up a little bit more?” she asked.

“You’re really serious!” I exclaimed, draining my glass.

“Yes, I am! We can make either one of your fantasies come true. Sort of.”

I could tell she was getting into this now. She suddenly put down the beer she’d been nursing and grabbed her bag and handed me some money. I was confused.

“Go to the sex shop. Get whatever outfit you want. Once you’re back, I’ll go out get an outfit for you to wear to make my fantasy real. I’m sure Carmen would be happy to help you out,” she said with a wink.

I thought about it for a second. Although we switched gender roles from time to time, we hadn’t ever done any kind of role-play. It did sound hot. And it would be fun. To my surprise, I had already begun to develop some ideas about what I wanted from the experience.

“Okay,” I nodded, smiling. I grabbed the cash, leaving ‘Mike’ at the restaurant.

Within a minute or two, I was back at the shop. I seemed to be the only shopper. Carmen had just come from the back of the store as I walked in. She was all smiles.

“Back so soon?”

“Uhm... uh… yes. I actually need your help with something.”

“Sure, shoot!”

“This may sound a little weird.” I said softly, and cringing with embarrassment. “Do you have any special role-playing outfits?”

“You’re looking for something for yourself?” she asked, not batting an eye.

“Ummm…”

She could tell I was nervous.

“We have some nice plus-sized costumes. I am sure we could find something for you.”

She took my elbow and guided me towards racks and racks of different kinds of outfits that seemed ideal for fantasy play. The selection for men was sparse - just one rack. But there were several racks of costumes for women to choose from! Carmen went to stand in front of one of them.

“These are samples of the costumes I told you about. I’m sure you’ll find something here.”

Before I knew what was happening, pulling items off the racks. They looked like fun, but nothing like what I was looking for. And then, just as I was losing hope, she had the outfit I wanted in her hand.

“Umm… could I take a look at that one, please.”

She looked at the item in her hand, and smiled.

“This one just came in yesterday. It’s one of our larger plus-sized costumes and should fit you perfectly.”

I was skeptical.

“Is there any way to check whether the size will fit?”

“Oh these are all free sizes and should fit you just fine. I’ve helped quite a few couples with similar requests and have never had any complaints or returns.”

How could I not buy the costume.

When I got back to the restaurant, ‘Mike’ was sipping on what seemed to be a fresh pint of beer. I sat down and put my purchase down on the seat between us. I smiled at her. She grinned back, and then got up and left without saying a word. I ordered another rum and coke, and watched her rush out.

‘Mike’ certainly took a lot longer than I had. After 40 minutes I became very curious about what could be taking her so long. I was famished, and wolfed down a ham sandwich while I waited.

‘Mike’ walked in and scooted into the booth just as I was biting into the second half of my sandwich. She had a similar bag to the one I had walked in with almost an hour earlier. We were both smiling from ear to ear. There was no need for words.

“Shall we order?” I asked as she settled down.

“No, I’m not really hungry,” she said, moving closer to me. She kissed me on the cheek and started nibbling on some of the fries that had accompanied the sandwich. We continued eating in silence. Then, out of the blue, I felt her lifting my dress slightly, and moving her hand up between my legs. I gasped as she began caressing my panty-covered cock.

The little tease continued munching, while pretending as though nothing untoward was going on. I, on the other hand, couldn’t concentrate on food because of what she was doing to me. I couldn’t believe when she pulled my cock out of my panties, and started stroking it. I was becoming rock-hard.

“Aren’t you going to finish your sandwich?”

“Uhm… uhhhhhh… no… I feel kind… of… full…” I managed, as she jerked me off.

Keeping a straight face was difficult. I quickly scanned the immediate surroundings to make sure that no one could see what was happening at our table. No one seemed to notice.

‘Mike’ nonchalantly drank some of her beer as she edged me closer to orgasm. I grabbed hold of the table as I got closer. And then, just like that ‘Mike’ let go of my cock, and stuffed it back into my panties. She removed her hand from under the table, and waved to get the waitress’s attention.

“Check please!”

I couldn’t believe it. She had gotten me so close, and then… denied me my release.

She looked at me innocently, as she drained the last of her beer.

“What’s wrong?” she asked with a grin as the waitress handed us the check.

We had reached home by 3 p.m. The drive home was quiet; we didn’t say a word to each other all the way home. ‘Mike’ parked the car in the driveway. She unlocked the front door, dropped her bags on the floor and pushed me against the wall without much warning. She grabbed my hands and held them over my head, pinning me to the wall. She began kissing me roughly. I could only try to return her kisses.

Once she had had her fill of my lips, she turned me around. She began grinding her crotch against my behind, while her hands were holding mine above my head and against the wall. I could feel her hard-on pressing against my ass as her hands moved down slowly to caress the sides of my breasts.

Soon her hands were under my dress. Before long I felt a hand inside my panties, squeezing my ass cheeks. After paying some attention to my ass, I felt her moving away slightly and lifting my dress. I gasped loudly as I felt her hand smack my ass hard! She gave a couple of more smacks before I heard her unzipping her pants. She began to smack my ass with her cock and after a few more smacks she pulled my panties down over my knees. Her teasing of my hole with her cock soon had me whimpering and moaning in heat.

I moaned in disappointment as she stopped her ministrations to pull me roughly away from the wall. I watched in silence as she pulled up her boxers and pants before leading me into the kitchen. Before long I found myself pushed face down on the kitchen table.

“Mmmm, look at that nice round ass.” And then she landed another smack on my behind. “Do you like that, baby?”

I could only manage a moan. She kicked my feet wider apart. “Do you want to get fucked?” she whispered into my ear.

“Yes, please.”

She began to grind her cock against my hole. My own erect cock twitched as she moved against me.

“Please don’t tease me, Mike,” I pleaded, getting into character.

“Then tell me how much you want my cock, you whore.”

“I want your cock so bad. Please, please just give it to me!”

She laughed and released her grip. “Stay!” I heard her walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards our bedroom.

She returned a minute or so later, and soon after I felt the cool lubed head of her cock pushing against the puckered entrance to my hole. She applied a little pressure and the head slipped inside easily. I moaned and whimpered as she went ahead and drove the entire length in in one thrust.

She began pounding me really hard. I could feel her pants smacking against my thighs as she fucked me nice and hard. Soon I heard a familiar buzzing sound. She must have hidden the vibrator, which sounded like it was now pressed against her clit, in the harness’s pouch.

“Fuck yeah! Take my cock,” she screamed, smacking my ass at regular intervals.

“Oh fuck… yeah… fuck… fuck … fuck…” I screamed as she rammed into me like a wild animal in heat. I had fucked her just like this on many occasions and I guess she was returning the favor. The vibrator continued to buzz as she too began to gasp and moan.

She slowed down as she began to orgasm. Just as the final wave of pleasure coursed through her body, she gave one last hard thrust.

Once she’d recovered some of her composure, she leaned into my back.

“Did you cum, babe?” she asked into my right ear.

“Not yet.”

“Let’s remedy that, shall we?”

She began pounding into me once again. I reached down between my body and the table and grabbed my cock. I began jerking off. Each pound of her cock was hitting me like a thunderbolt. I began to jerk off faster and faster, until my balls began to twitch.

“Fuuuuck….” I screamed as cum spurted from my cock like hot lava from a volcano. I felt like it would never end.

“Yes, cum for me baby,” ‘Mike’ groaned huskily into my ear.

I continued to jerk my cock until it released the last drop of cum. ‘Mike’ sensed that I had finished and still leaning against my back, gently kissed my shoulder. I felt empty when she lifted herself off me, and pulled her cock out of my ass. When I turned around, my knees felt like Jell-O. I almost collapsed on the floor. Luckily ‘Mike’ was there to hold me up, albeit laughing.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked her, grinning.

“I don’t know. I suddenly felt the need to fuck you hard, I couldn’t control myself.”

“Well whatever that was, we need to do that again.”

‘Mike’ continued to laugh as helped me get my bearings. She straightened her pants and gave me a smack on my bottom as she walked out of the kitchen.

Around 7 p.m., we shared another shower. It was not as sexier as our earlier one, but felt well deserved after the morning’s excitement and our afternoon nap.

For our evening outing, ‘Mike’ chose a black button-down shirt, a pair of blue denim jeans and a leather jacket. I went for a pink pleated top, a black skirt and beige four-inch heels.

As we got ready, ‘Mike’ got the new harness out of its packaging. I watched her put it on, and adjust it to fit her snugly. When she was satisfied with the fit, she strapped on the Bandit eight-inch dildo.

But for the slightly thicker girth and longer length, the dildo wasn’t much different from one she had used the night before, and earlier that morning.

“Why are you putting that on?”

“Because we’re going to be in character, silly.”

The new harness definitely looked much sexier on her. It looked like a Jock strap and she had inserted the dildo through the O-ring from the inside. It took all my will power not to jump her right there.

She caught me admiring her new appendage.

“What?”

“You look so sexy in that,” I answered, with a shit-eating grin.

She grabbed her cock and began stroking it.

“Yeah? You like my new dick?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Well, we will have plenty of time to try it out later tonight,” she said, slipping on a pair of boxers and treating me to another of her naughty grins.

We agreed to have dinner at the same restaurant we had gone to earlier that day.

Unlike earlier that afternoon when it was quite quiet, the place was buzzing with the evening crowd. The same hostess who had greeted us earlier that afternoon, was till on duty.

“Welcome back,” she said.

“Could we have a table for two, please?” asked ‘Mike’ as I held on to her.

This time she guided us to a booth in the back where we would have a little more privacy.

A different waitress walked to our table as the hostess left us.

“Hi, I’m Ellie and I’ll be serving you tonight. Would you like to know tonight’s specials?” the waitress asked us as we settled in the booth.

“Shoot!” said ‘Mike’.

“We have Mushroom and Spinach ravioli in chive butter sauce, Spaghetti Al Tonno prepared in a Tuna sauce and the Farmers fresh pizza prepared with organic vegetables.”

‘Mike’ chose the spaghetti and a pint of beer. “And what about you, babe?”

“I’ll have the ravioli and a glass of white wine, thank you.”

“Can I get you anything to start with? Perhaps some soup or a salad?”

“None for me, thank you,” said ‘Mike’, before glancing in my direction. “What about you, babe?”

It was a bit weird, but for some reason, her calling me ‘babe’ in front of the waitress was turning me on.

“Nothing for me either, thanks.” I smiled, and turned to look at ‘Mike’ as the waitress gathered the menus.

“What?” she asked, as the waitress moved off to place our order.

“It felt good when you called me babe in front of the waitress…”

She touched my hand tenderly, and lifted it to her lips for a kiss. “You are my babe.”

I moved in closer for a kiss. There were people everywhere, but I didn’t care. Besides, it looked like no one in the place cared either. Everyone was just so busy in their own little world. I held her face between my palms as the kiss became more passionate.

“What was that for?”

“For being you.”

She didn’t say anything, but the look on her face told me all I needed to know. I couldn’t resist and pulled her in for another kiss as the waitress approached our table.

“You guys make such a cute couple,” she said as she placed our drinks on the table. “I’ll be back with your food shortly.”

I blushed. ‘Mike’ just smiled and I interlocked my hand with hers.

“So, is this the only time you will come out as ‘Jenny’ or can ‘Mike’ expect to go out with ‘Jenny’ a lot more now?”

“I haven’t thought about it. This afternoon was great. Right now is great. So, yeah, maybe we could do this more often. But to places like this, of course.”

“Oh, of course. I’ve wanted to explore this path a little more. And not just in the bedroom. I’ve been considering how best to bring it up again given how you felt after our last experience. I really thought the odds of us going out like this ever again were slim.”

“I thought so too, but I’m having a good time now. It feels great to have these moments alone together.”

“I love you, babe.”

“And I love you too.

All through dinner I thought about how far we had come. I had never been happier than I was at that moment. Marriage is all about loving one another and compromising to see each other happy. Michelle had done just that by accepting me for who I was. I felt like the luckiest person in the world to have someone like Michelle.

After dinner, ‘Mike’ paid for the meal and we headed to the movie. ‘Mike’ bought tickets to back-row seats on the balcony level. Only two other people, a lesbian couple who were making out in the front row, were present. It seemed we would have considerable privacy.

We took our corner seats in the back row, and waited for the movie to start. As the movie went on, I could see why Michelle loved it so much. Ingrid Bergman was absolutely heavenly.

Halfway through the movie, ‘Mike’ began to put the moves on me, just like she did the night before. She snaked her right arm across my shoulders and began to fondle my right breast. Because of the armrest between us, she couldn’t pull me closer.

“You’re getting awfully frisky,” I whispered, turning my head towards her slightly.

“The movie kind of calls for it, don’t you think?”

I smiled as I felt her grab my breast again. I leaned in for a deep kiss. Soon her hands were under my skirt and caressing my thighs. This was the second time in two days that she had me feeling like a high school girl. She got bolder and began running her fingers over my panty-covered crotch.

As I grew more and more excited, I started caressing her thigh. Finally, I snuck my hand higher to press against the crotch of her jeans. The bulge I felt there nearly drove me wild.

‘Mike’ pulled away, undid her jeans and released her cock. While guiding my hand to her cock, she pulled me in for another kiss. I began to stroke her as our tongues intertwined. Normally, I would have been petrified of behaving like this in a public place, even one that was nearly deserted. But the thrill of me jerking her dick in such a public place, and the possibility of being caught was turning me on like crazy. I was hard as a rock.

“Mmm, someone’s enjoying this,” ‘Mike’ whispered as she ran her hands up my skirt and onto my crotch once again.

I gave her another quick kiss before bending over to take her hard cock in my mouth. Michelle held my head in place as I began licking her shaft from the base to the head. She moaned quietly as I slowly took her entire shaft into my mouth. I alternated between licking and sucking, building a slow but steady rhythm.

“Fuck, this is so hot!” she gasped before grabbing her cock and smacking it against my lips lightly. I slipped my hands underneath my skirt and pulled my panties to the side, releasing my erection from its silky constraints.

“Oh yes, baby. I want to watch you play with yourself while you suck my cock.”

“You like that… Mike?” I asked getting fully into character once again, just like I did earlier in the afternoon.

“Fuck yeah! Suck my cock, Jenny,” she groaned.

I once again took her cock into my mouth.

A minute or two later, the door to the balcony opened with a loud thud and an usher entered to do his rounds. We both jerked upright in our seats. I straightened myself as best as I could and put my cock back in my panties. ‘Mike’ had a little more difficulty getting her big hard cock back into her boxers. To her credit she eventually got it right.

The usher stood with his back against the door to watch a few scenes of the movie.

“Shit, that was close!” I whispered in ‘Mike’s’ ear.

“I know, I still want to fuck you so bad right now though!”

“We can’t do it here!”

I could sense ‘Mike’s’ frustration. The usher’s bad timing ruined our wonderfully kinky moment. Needless to say, I wanted her to fuck me just as bad.

“I have an idea. Come with me,” she whispered hurriedly before pulling me to my feet and leading me outside towards the ladies’ room. She pulled me inside. One of the three cubicles was designated for disabled women, and she pulled me into it. We began to make out much more passionately. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body. I hastily unbuckled her pants and pulled her cock out of the fly of her boxers. She would have none of it.

“Face the wall,” ordered ‘Mike’.

I assumed the position and felt her pull my panties down and off.

“Put your leg on the seat,” she commanded. I had no choice but to obey.

She got on her knees behind me. I felt her pulling my cheeks apart and spitting on my hole a couple of times. Soon she was pushing one finger inside of me. I groaned quietly. I felt her slowly insert another finger. Then when she felt I was ready, she removed both fingers and stood up.

I looked back wondering why she stopped so suddenly. I was just in time to see her spitting on her cock. I watched as she rubbed the saliva all over her cock. She pushed my head against the cubicle wall as she guided her cock into my hole. I shuddered as she slowly began to push into me. After a few seconds my hole finally gave way. I moaned as the head entered my ass.

“FUCK!”

“Shh. Don’t worry baby, I’ll go slow,” she whispered in my ear.

I winced as she eased her cock into me bit by bit. ‘Mike’ could tell from my expression that it hurt like hell without the lube. She pulled out a little before pushing in again slowly, and a little further this time. I winced again. ‘Mike’ was patient. She repeated this pulling-out-and-pushing-in motion a couple of times until she finally managed to get her cock all the way in to the hilt. She held on to me tightly as she slowly began to move. I was getting used to the size of her cock, and the pain of a few minutes earlier was slowly turning into toe-curling pleasure which was taking control of my entire body and mind.

“Fuck…yes….that feels so good…” I managed to moan..

“Yeah?”

“Yes, I love it!”

“You’re such a slut! Taking it up your hole in a public place.”

‘Mike’ continued to thrust slowly for a few minutes. The thrill of fucking in a restroom was driving me to new heights. I loved every minute of it.

“I want you to ride my cock,” she whispered urgently.

I watched as she sat down on the toilet seat. I turned away from her and began to lower myself onto her, reaching behind me to guide her cock back into my sphincter. It hurt somewhat but not as much as my first introduction to the 8-inch dildo. I began to move up and down on her cock. This wasn’t the most comfortable position to fuck in for me, but there was no stopping now. ‘Mike’ reached around and began jerking me off as I continued to fuck my ass on her cock.

“I’m about to cum,” I moaned as my orgasm grew nearer.

She started to jerk me off faster. I continued to ride her. I closed my eyes tight as my orgasm rolled over me and I started to cum. I looked down and saw that ‘Mike’s’ hand was covered in my cum, and that some of it had pooled at our feet.

I stopped moving as my orgasm died down. I finally got up and turned around to face ‘Mike’, as she smiled at me.

Silently, I grabbed my panties and pulled them back on as ‘Mike’ continued to clean up. She took my hand as she opened the stall door to see if the coast was clear. We walked out hand-in-hand and decided to give the rest of the movie a miss as we were both spent.

Later we sat silently in the car. I was replaying what had just happened. Michelle eventually turned to me, and leaned in to give me a kiss.

“That was the hottest thing ever!” she whispered against my lips. I could only smile.

“Maybe we should do it again sometime,” she grinned wickedly, as she pulled away to fasten her seatbelt.

“Maybe,” I said smiling, and settling back for the drive home. I had had a long and tiring day.

Michelle just laughed, as she put the car into gear and we drove off.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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I hope that you enjoyed the story. I welcome positive feedback and criticism. Part 3 is now in the works and shouldn’t take me long to write. If there is anything in particular you would like to see ‘Jenny’ & ‘Mike’ do in the next couple of planned installments, please do feel free to mention them in the comments or write to me through the contact on my profile.

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