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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} Taken in Adultery 8/9 TG femdom
Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 17:10:06 -0500
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Man Taken in Adultery
Vickie Tern


                            viii.

She was dressed even more gorgeously than I was, wearing what
I now recognized as her best evening gown, her hair done flawlessly
like mine but piled up high.  Stunned doesn't begin to describe
how I felt!  And the paralyzing terror?  Right now, here, I
realized, I was about to enact the final drama of my marriage,
and there was no escape.  My heart sank as she approached and
I saw what I was about to lose forever.  All because of my
misbehavior yesterday and my effort to cover it up ever since.
I did so love her!  Why was she here?  I knew she'd taken that
gown with her on her trip -- she'd mentioned that the firm always
gives a formal dinner for their potential clients the first night,
to soften them up.  And she'd said as she scurried out the door
that she'd get her hair set properly when she arrived, at
the hotel salon.  Which was why she looked so radiant now!  Now,
here she was, somehow back in town, led over to our table gently 
by the elbow by that large, handsome man wearing a formal dinner 
jacket and black tie.  He leaned over to kiss Gail's cheek.

"Back so soon, Tom?  You weren't due until tomorrow morning."  This
was Tom, Gail's husband?  Carrie's boss?  Squiring Carrie here in
this expensive restaurant?  At dinner?

"I know, I know, Gail.  But things went better than we'd expected. 
Carrie here got into high gear and knocked them out, she's really
incredible in close negotiations when she wants to move things and
get back home!  We saw earlier today that we were finished,
everyone we wanted to sign up was signed, so we decided to fly
home.  Then when we got here we felt so good about everything
we had to celebrate!  So we stopped at a motel near the airport and
spent the rest of the afternoon there.  Not long ago we
got hungry, you know how it is, so we did ourselves up fancy and
came here.  Ah, young lady, you look familiar.  Have we met?"

I was startled.  He was now addressing me.  As they'd approached
and I recognized that Carrie was his companion, I'd resisted the
temptation to crawl under the table, and resolved to try to survive
with as much poise as possible.  My eyes had been fixed on Carrie 
all the while hers were looking at the woman sitting next to me,
and I saw her shift them toward me as Tom addressed me.  I tried
not to show the slightest sign of recognition, and I saw none in
her face.  I looked up and tried to smile at Tom.  The only way
through this embarrassing situation was through it.

"I don't think so," I said in a near falsetto that couldn't fool
Carrie for a moment.  "I'm Bobbi!"  Then because Gail was just
watching me silently, leaving me hanging out to dry, I added, "And
you must be Tom!  Gail has told me so much about you!"

True enough.  She'd told me that he's free to have sex with any women,
and does, just as she does with men.  But what was Carrie doing with
him now?  Worse, what was she doing with him in a motel all afternoon? 
She's been ... unfaithful to me?  With her boss?  Was there another
explanation? 

But even more humiliating, did she recognize me?  Her own husband,
sitting in a restaurant wearing his new knockout dress and curly 
hairdo, looking quite elegant really, dining with her boss's wife?
Was she shocked to see me like this?  Amused?  I couldn't tell!
There was the faintest smile in the corner of her eyes.  She glanced
at Tom, then Gail, then back at me.  And suddenly she became the 
take-charge businesswoman she always was with clients.  She held 
out her hand.

"Hi, Bobbi.  Carrie.  I'm delighted to meet you, finally!"

"Oh?" was all I could think of saying.

"Yes," she said.  "We've met before, in a way.  I've seen you.
Tom has this electronic thing he uses to check on his house when
he's away, to be sure everything's all right, you know?  Yesterday
he showed me on his video-cell-phone a sample of how his wife
was spending her morning.  It was fascinating!  So we went back to
his room to see more of it on his big TV screen there, and we've seen
practically everything since then.  Whenever we took the time to
watch, I mean.  Some of it was unbelievable!"  She smiled at me
conspiratorially.  "These men with their gadgets and hobbies!"

Yesterday morning!  So she'd known from the beginning!  There'd
never been anything to hide!  All this dressing up, all this trying
to please Gail so she'd keep things secret from Carrie, and not 
penalize her at work, all for nothing!  I'd lost my manhood and 
my marriage and Carrie's respect all for nothing!  I didn't even 
have a job now!  Gail was right, none of my clients wanted a ditz
man or a ditz-looking woman as a consultant.

No, I had the job Gail had offered me.  If I wanted it.  If I was
willing to keep pretending I'm a woman.  

What I really wanted at that moment was to crawl under the table
and sob. 

Carrie continued.  "Tom got all excited by it, some of it!"  She
smiled, inviting my understanding, woman to woman.  "You know how
men can get, I'm sure.  We caught one last little scene at our motel
just now.  That business with -- what was his name, 'Jason'?  That
really got Tom going!  He couldn't wait to do me that way!  Twice!"
She glanced at him, was it fondly?  "Anyhow, that's why we decided
to come here for dinner.  Tom wanted to see Gail's new companion in
person, this fresh-looking, curly-headed girl who always looks so
marvelous whether she's sucking or being sucked, fucking or being
fucked.  You're something, Bobbi!"   

Was there a hard edge in Carrie's voice as she said that last? 
I couldn't tell.  All in all she seemed remarkably well composed. 
Even admiring.

"Yeah, those videos were pretty hot, I've got to say," Tom added. 
"I'd love to get to know you better myself, Bobbi is it?  But
Gail and I never swap partners, it's a matter of policy.  It
was funny, each time Carrie looked at those tapes she pushed 
our customers and suppliers twice as hard!  She said she wanted
to get back to her husband while there was still something left 
of him.  I can't blame her."

She'd seen and heard everything and yet wanted to get back to me? 
Despite everything she'd seen and heard?  Was there anything much
left of me?

"Then it turned out that when we landed, I broke the news to her
about her Vice Presidency and her new contract, Gail.  Just as we'd
agreed.  So she just had to celebrate!  We already knew that you
two were busy shopping somewhere together, so there was no reason
to hurry home.  So we went to that motel and took our time.  Got much
better acquainted!  Then decided to come here too."

Now Gail finally spoke.  "Take your time, Tom.  Celebrate some more.
Bobbi and I need to talk a bit more and then we'll probably each of
us go home.  You two finish doing whatever you need to do.  We'll
be home long before you're done here."

He nodded.  "'Work hard, then play hard.'  Isn't that how it goes? 
Or is it the other way around?"

Gail grinned.  "Promises, promises.  We'll see how hardyou can still
get when you get home.  But we'll need to invite Carrie and her
husband over to the house tomorrow.  Seeing as how we're neighbors,
and we've never had them over as a couple.  Also, there's something
I want Carrie to see."  

"Of course!" Carrie broke in.  "I remember from the security tape!
My husband and you with each other while I watch and approve?
Of course, I'll be delighted, Ms. Hanover.  From what I hear,
there won't be too many more opportunities -- we all need to take
what we can get."

And they walked off together.  I felt a pang when I saw they were
holding hands.  But I'd better get used to things like that, I was
thinking.  At least there was one huge blessing!  Carrie wasn't 
going to leave me!  At least not yet!

"So, Bobbi?" Gail asked, as if there'd been no interruption at all.
"Will you sign on as my girl Friday for whenever I need one?  It's
a five year contract with penalties for both sides if it's ever 
broken, so it's something of a commitment.  You do know now that 
your wife is going to be extremely busy, she's now a Vice-President
and working closely with Tom, and so on.  So you know your life 
with her is going to change anyhow.

"Yes.  I was sure she'd leave me when she found about about us.
About me.  But now I'm not so sure."

"I could see you were fearful, but I can tell you now that there
never was an issue of you two separating.  We need you both married.
Marriage makes for a more stable work force, and as I've said, 
we expect absolute loyalty and support from all spouses.  And also,
Tom and I have a strict policy -- we only have sex with married men and
women, people with prior commitments who won't ever make complications."

"So it was all for nothing?  My agreeing to let you do this to me?"

"Not at all!  It was for me!  For this moment!  Do we have an
agreement?  Will you come to work for me?"

This was no woman to cross or oppose.  Did I have a choice?

"Yes," I said.  "I guess."

And there I was.  A woman for the next five years.  Probably for 
the rest of my life.  With a wife who might well remain my wife
and who mysteriously doesn't seem to mind it!

"Good!"  She reached for her purse on the floor beside her and
pulled out a legal form.  "This is the binding commitment.  The
contract itself we'll sign tomorrow."  

I signed it.

"Oh, you should know, the contract will stipulate that whenever I
don't need you for my purposes, Carrie can use you for hers.  I 
offered her a clause to that effect, and she agreed that it would
be useful."

"Carrie agreed?  You spoke with Carrie?  But that much goes without
saying!  I mean, we'll still be married to each other, after all!"

"Oh, I don't mean use you for her marital purposes.  Of course she 
can use you that way, whenever!  No, I mean use you to help her sign
up difficult clients and suppliers, those who seem reluctant to come
to terms.  That pretty girly tush of yours is only going to get 
prettier as those hormones work their magic on your figure.  And 
your wife can be a determined woman with clients.  I suspect she'll
soon have you working your ass off for the good of the company." 

                             *******

An hour after I got home I heard Carrie's key scratch at the front
door, and in she came.  She wasn't angry.  Not even disturbed.  I
was waiting for her just as she'd last seen me.  I hadn't changed
my clothes or scrubbed my make-up -- what would have been the point?

"Well, Bobbi, just look at you!  You're beautiful!" were her first
words.

"I guess I am," I replied, waiting for a clue how she really felt.
"I'm glad you think so.  Thank you."  I was glad now that I hadn't 
changed!  I did want to look nice for her!

"Oh, you are," she said.  "Just lovely."  And then she said nothing.
She sat down.  

And there we were.  Man and wife, two beautiful women.  I really was
glad she thought I was beautiful.  I did want to believe it.  "I love
your dress," I told her.  "It shows off your figure beautifully."

"This old rag?" she replied.  But she looked pleased nevertheless.

Then she took a deep breath and began.  "Bobbi," she said.  "Let's
face it.  Nothing can ever again be the same between us again.  You
know that.  I know that.  Not since Gail led you into her house
by your cock, and fucked it, and then fucked up its accessories,
like your ass and your mind, so now you're committed to be a woman.
Not just a woman but a well-fucked woman!   man-meat!"

I just sat there.  "Carrie...," I began to say.

"Hush, Bobbi.  I saw it all and I heard it all.  I know what
happened.  Gail caught you off guard and signed you on for five
years.  That's practically a lifetime.  You didn't even read it.
So there's nothing more to say."  

So I said nothing.  The room seemed to darken.  Dread began to grow
in me as I waited for her to speak. 

She leaned forward.  "Let's review where we are.  You are Bobbi now
and you'll be Bobbi for the next five years, and in three months
more your body will be a girl's except for a few surgical
enhancements we'll arrange for you, things you'll find useful in your
work, like the bigger boobs Gail's bimbo should have, and the
functioning pussy my customers will expect.  That's of course if
what I hear is true about those hormones your hairdresser shot into you."

"So I'm told."  I was miserable.  She didn't seem angry, but certainly
she was a little annoyed!

"Yes.  So we've both been told.  We'll get you a blood test
tomorrow to find out for certain.  Tina isn't altogether reliable,
you know.  Gail says she overestimated your transformation time for
example, that it'll be three months and not six.  Not that it matters,
now that you've committed yourself.  That much is all settled either
way -- if Tina's hormone cocktail isn't what we think it is, a doctor
will simply give you one just like it.  Because now you'll need a
woman's body for your work.  Even sooner than the three months the
hormones need to turn you into one of us."

I suddenly felt an upsurge of hope.  "You mean Tina may have gotten
it wrong?  This hormone thing may not be inevitable?"  

"It's inevitable, Bobbi.  You did what you did, and I know it,
and you've already accepted the consequences, and so have I,
and nothing changes that.  Gail needs a pretty ditz to be her
assistant, and I need a luscious babe as mine.  And
you've already agreed to be both."

"I guess."

Carrie didn't seem particularly disturbed by this new state of affairs. 
In fact she seemed satisfied.  I wondered why.  She'd had time to think
her way through all of the implications?

"So things are now a lot different," she noted again, casually,
almost by way of conversation.

I didn't even nod.  

She looked me over slowly.  "You certainly don't look like the man
I left I few days ago!  No way!  You really are lovely!  Don't you
think so too?"

I struggled to deny it, but I couldn't.  

"Don't you feel pleased?  I am!"

She was complimenting me!  She didn't seem to mind the way I
looked.  What I'd done!  "Yes," I said in a small voice, certainly
pleased that Carrie wasn't furious with me.  "I am."

"You should be!  And that's a stunning gown, it suggests there
are curves where you can't possibly have curves, not yet.  And 
fuschia really is your color!  Trust Gail to know the best salons
and dressmakers in town!"  She looked around the room.  "Has 
anything else happened in my absence, apart from your utter
emasculation?"

"No."  I said.  Was she being ironic?  Again?  She didn't seem to
respect me any more.  Certainly not as a man.

"Then here's what happened.  You fucked Mrs. Hanover, and then she
fucked you over so thoroughly that you'll never be the same man
again.  Or any kind of man, ever.  I'm married to a woman, for all
intents and purposes.  And that's that!  Isn't that true?"

"Yes," was all I could say.  I was near sobbing.

"Then that's what we need to think about.  What are the intents and
purposes of a woman.  Not the same as a man's, certainly."

"No."

Carrie looked up and saw my long face.  And then tried to console me,
I think.  "You know, Bobbi, you should be grateful!  You remind me
of one of the girls who shared our suite in college.  She had the same
hairdo.  She was in and out of every bed in the Sigma Alpha House,
night after night.  And why not?  It never even mussed her hair.  You
can do the same thing now and yet come home looking as tidy as ever."

I couldn't tell if that was a compliment.  Or even intended as one.

She smiled encouragement.  "Maybe we should just get to bed, Bobbi.  
It's late.  We're both tired after a long, very eventful day.  We're
due next door tomorrow at noon so you can give Gail the fuck you 
owe her.  Do it well -- remember, that's the kind of thing the
company now pays you to do, and I know you haven't forgotten that
Gail owns the company.  Then later tomorrow I'll need to find you
a man you can give your first real blow job, someone virile enough
to follow up by checking out your ass for the long haul.  Gail wants
to make sure you're you're well broken in.  So there's that too."

I had nothing to say.  If Carrie really does intend to offer her
husband's mouth and ass to her different clients and customers,
if that's what suits her purposes, I was thinking, those need to
be my purposes.  I'll have to go along.  And that's what she
seemed to be telling me.

"You'll soon be going through a second adolescence as a girl.  And
there's nothing you can do about that either.  You're going to end
up with bigger tits and an even rounder ass and an even prettier,
softer face than you have now.  It's always been a cute face.
Big eyes, small chin.  I've loved it from the moment I first
saw it!  Now it'll be even more cute.  I hope you'll love it
too!"

"Yes."  I had no idea where Carrie was going.  There was something
on her mind.

"And all because of me."

"What!?"  That was dumbfounding!  How was Carrie to blame for any
of this?

"Because you didn't want me to know that Ms. Hanover seduced
you.  You didn't want me to know that you're so impressionable
any woman can lead you around by your cock and make you do
whatever she wants.  You wanted me to think you're some kind of
strong, silent man of principle, virtuous and abstemious enough
to resist any woman's solicitations.  Though I've always known
otherwise, honey.  From the moment I first saw you!  You're so
suggestible!  That's why I married you!"

"Yes.  I mean, no."

"Though you did do something unexpected.  You resisted the
temptation to fuck her a second time, didn't you?  You dear!
You repented and you held firm!  I heard you!"

"Yes."  Was there hope?  She could admire me for that at least?

"My poor sweetie.  That was your downfall!  None of this would have
happened if you'd gone along with Gail!  Screwed her again!  Gone
upstairs with her!  Resisting a woman like Gail Hanover is futile!
Once you said 'No!' to her, you didn't stand a chance!  Don't you 
understand yet?"  

I thought it was time to make my case.  I'd been practicing it for
hours.  Days, maybe!  "Honey, I fell.  I betrayed you.  Then I
realized what I'd done and absolutely refused to do it again,  Then
when I learned who she was, what all this could mean to your work,
your professional life, I had to try to make it up to you.  To do
what she said, not antagonize her.  So that's what I did.  Do you
think I like being a woman?  But that's what I am.  Having sex with
men?  But that's what I've done!"

Carrie didn't seem to be impressed.  "Now stop right there, Bobbi!,"
she said.  "I know for a fact that being a woman and having sex with
men is no big ordeal.  Maybe for you at first, but do you really 
think so now that you've done it?  Remember, I've seen those security
tapes!  I've heard them!"  

She paused now, and actually came over and leaned forward and
kissed me!  She felt affectionate!  And then she sat down in my lap! 
"You looked like such a deer caught in the headlights!  You did do
it for me, partly, didn't you!  But I noticed that you didn't once
fail to cream in your panties!  And you never moan like that when
we make love.  I suppose you think it isn't manly.  But as a girl
making love?  Did you know you were making all those whining and
pleading sounds?  Even when you were deep-throating that dildo?"
She kissed me again.

"All right," I said.  "I'm sorry, Carrie.  I got caught up in a
kind of one-man-one-girl orgy, both of them me.  But I did try to
do what I could.  I'm sorry it wasn't good enough.  I failed!  I
understand why you no longer respect me!"

She looked at me.  "Honey, no!  You really don't understand.  All
this proves is that we both love each other and care for each other
no matter what, and that under different circumstances we express
our loving and our caring differently.  Maybe by fucking each other.
Maybe by not fucking other men or women.  Maybe by fucking them.
We're all of us tempted from time to time.  I saw you fucking Gail,
so I assumed you'd prefer the kind of open marriage they have,
so I fucked Tom."

end 8/9
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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