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Subject: {ASSM} Last Summer by Vickie Tern 7/11 TG femdom wife
Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 20:10:06 -0400
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                          Last Summer

                        by Vickie Tern



                            vii.
  
The next day I went to work, and dressed as he'd been the day
before when out on his own, still feeling a little nervous, he went
by himself to Doreen's.  He still wasn't home when I got back in
mid-afternoon.  I waited for him impatiently, eager to meet the
woman I'd be living with for the next three months, a woman to whom
I owed friendship but not fidelity.  Finally I heard his car in the
driveway and his key turn in the lock.

And an altogether strange woman entered our living room and then
just stood there, uncertain of herself!  A tall, thin blonde woman
with platinum streaking her upswept high styled hairdo, the kind of
hairdo that looks sensational but needs lots of spraying to stay
that way.  Her eyebrows were thin, almost painted on, and her blue
eyes sparkled under heavy black lashes, and her eyelids echoed the
same brilliant blue.  Scott's eyes are also bright blue, I thought
before I came fully aware that this was in fact Scott, that it had
to be Scott.  That this was now my Scottie.  Her face was a pale,
delicate peach, faintly blushing, and her lips were generously
scarlet.  Were they also puffy -- she seemed to be pouting?  Yes,
there was no doubt of it.  She stood there on towering spiked heels
with her body half-turned away but facing me directly, her
expression anxious.  A cute short flared jacket emphasized what
little hips she had, but under the shortest mini suit skirt I have
ever seen, conservative gray but its length scarcely past her
crotch, her thighs and legs seemed doubly elongated.  Her ears
gleamed gold.  

All in all, the effect was of a sophisticated tart who has somehow
gotten involved in high finance and made a smashing success of both
professions.  This was my college professor husband?  

"Is it all right?" she asked in Scottie's sweetly tense new voice. 
"Is this what you wanted?  Doreen said so, and she kept saying so
every time I told her she was going too far."

"You're stunning, sweetheart!" I told her when I'd found my voice. 
"You're perfect!  Just sit!  I'll fetch us drinks and you can tell
me all about it!"

She sat, and when I returned with two stiff vodkas-on-rocks -- I
needed something stronger than wine -- she told me about her whole
day, down to the last appliqued fingernail.  He told me, I mean. 
I resolved not to let his appearance deceive me altogether.  He was
still my husband.

"I'm not sure exactly how she did these different things," he said. 
"She gave me a pill to relax me when we began, and I really got
zonked!  I think I still am.  This is my high-style face, she
called it, simple to put on, and underneath this make-up there's
another kind, a stain that doesn't come off, my casual face she
called it, the one I'll sleep with.  She told me we'd both
appreciate it that I'll always look properly made up.  Before she
stained my lips she called in a woman who put collagen into them,
made them into 'kissing lips' as she called them.  They giggled to
themselves when my manicurist called them "cocksucker lips," and
that worried me, but Doreen told me that she was giving me
soft, puffy lips for Amanda's sake and that Amanda will appreciate
them."

"Oh yes!" I said.  Then remembering how I'd shared Craig's semen
with him on impulse only two days ago, when I sat on his face, I
repeated it.  "Oh yes, indeed!  I'll try to remember to thank her."

"Then she showed me how to comb and pin up my hair.  It looks hard
but it's really very simple too."  

Scottie still sounded zonked.  More like a ditz than my usual wry
hubby.  But then he looked a little ditzy too, and that was what I
wanted.

"I'd have been home an hour ago," he added.  "Except that Doreen
wanted to complete the picture by dressing me properly.  So she
took me to a boutique owned by a friend of hers.  The friend told
me that the way I look now I need to dress conservatively or I'll
be arrested for streetwalking."

That may be true, I said to myself as I headed into the kitchen to
find more ice.  He now has a whore's hairdo and a banker's body,
and he no way resembles the man I married.  Perfect!  Now if
Scottie ever feels embarrassed to look like this, it won't be
because people recognize that he's Scott.  It'll be because people
assume he sells himself for a living.

"But it's also 'high-maintenance' this look," he went on.  "That's
what Doreen called it," Scottie continued.  "She says I'll need to
come in every Saturday to have it set right.  And she wants to soak
me in some kind of fragrant oil every Saturday.  She says there
will be times when you'll appreciate that too."

"I'm sure," I said.  No doubting it now, he was still drugged out
on Doreen's pills.  So passive!  So accepting!  "Let's skip dinner
tonight, honey.  Just come to bed.  I've never made love to a
beautiful woman, and I want to try.  You do look good enough to
eat!"

Scottie dimpled.  "Thank you," he smiled.  "I loved it the last
time you ate me!"  

What was in that pill?!

Again she loved it when I took her in my mouth.  HE loved it, I
mean.  HE, it was now hard to remember!  This time when I
deep-throated Scottie's cock I heard only a pleased whine emerge
from him each time the pink crowned head of his cock reached the
insides of my lips and then again descended down my throat.  He was
so far gone that I had no fear he might wonder where I'd learned to
do such a thing.   His mind could barely keep up with the present. 
Doreen was right about something else, too -- I did appreciate his
new kissing lips.  They were wonderful!  When I snugged my pussy
over his pretty face, and he closed those huge, new, beautiful blue
eyes and began to kiss it, it was like sitting on two teeny pillows
with a tongue in between them that was avidly french kissing my
clit.  Oh, it was soooo good!  This wasn't at all like sex with
Craig, dangerous and edgy.  Rather, it was soft, deliciously
reassuring!  Each lick told me that Scottie still loved me!  

We both slept soundly that night.

The following day Scottie went into his study to make some notes,
he said, and apparently he spent the day there.  I stopped at
Doreen's on my way home from work.

"So how do you like your new girlfriend?" she asked with a gleam in
her eye.

"She's wonderful!" I replied.  "He's wonderful, I mean.  Scottie. 
My former husband.  I love it, he's just what I want for now.  A
little tarty, altogether unlike his usual staid self, not quite
respectable.  He'll probably be hounded by horny guys every time he
leaves home.  He'll find out how annoying that can be.  All the
more reason maybe for him to stay home and do his work and play
with his face and hair like some dreamy teenager while I'm at the
office."  The thought amused me.  Would he really?  "And if he
finds out what I'm up to he can't possibly get indignant -- it
would be ridiculous.  Best of all, his Saturdays with you re-doing
his hairdo and so on will keep him out of my hair when I won't want
to be disturbed by anything.  Oh, and I love his lips!  I may not
want to sit anywhere else ever!"

Doreen looked pleased.  Gratefully, I gave her a small hug.

"Now I don't need to feel worried or guilty about being with my
real man," I said.  "Thanks, Doreen, I owe you a lot!"

"Then tell me all, Amanda honey," she replied with a smile.  "What
about your real man?  You've had such a stable and conventional
marriage, but now you want to put your husband away for a few
months by turning him into a swish?"

"Not a swish, Doreen.  Only a girl.  I don't have any plans to mate
him with anyone right now, male or female.  Except maybe me."

"Your new man?" she reminded me.  "The real one?"

"Strictest confidence?"  

She nodded, eager to hear.  I grinned smugly.  "He's a supplier I
deal with.  Handsome, with a great build, and he certainly knows
it, that's part of the attraction.  Cock-sure of everything, a real
challenge!  Whenever we negotiate with each other we're always
pushing for that little extra bit, even over obvious things.  We
try to outsmart each other, hide conditions, introduce trick
language then double back with generous counter-offers.  Get each
other off balance, feel for advantage, wear each other down.  So
that's what we've started doing with each other sexually.  I think
I'm ahead so far, but he probably thinks so too.  It's all-out when
we're together, no holds barred, no punches pulled.  We wrestle. 
We feel for each other's openings and then go for them!"

Doreen was impressed.  "Oh, Mandy, that sounds thrilling!  I'm so
happy for you!  I guess I'm much less feisty than you are -- like
most women I settle for a man who simply shows up.  And now you've
got two, one of them a loving and cooperative living doll, and the
other one a tough hunk.  What could be better?  But do you actually
enjoy having sex with your guard always up?  Making war instead of
love?"

"After five years of marriage to my sweet, trusting, predictable
Scottie?  It's ... well, it's different!  Strenuous and exciting! 
I give as good as I get, Doreen.  It's more like a ferocious game
of tennis than a pitched battle.  We slam and backhand and ace each
other every way we can, and it's marvelous whenever I manage to
score on him!  It's something to look forward to, these Saturday
sessions we're setting up.  But I can't see it lasting more than a
few months -- the novelty'll wear off I'm sure, and I doubt he has
anything to offer me apart from his body and his self-admiration. 
And his competitive spirit.  He's exhausting right now, even to
think about him, but he'll probably end up merely tiresome.  
Anyhow, now you know why I want you to keep Scottie safe in here
Saturdays, out of my way.  Just till the summer ends.  Make him
pretty.  Make him want to be pretty."

She looked at me.  "Amanda, you should know it, my work lasts. 
What I've done to him will last all summer, just as you want it,
but some things a lot longer.  His lips for example, they're good
for six months.  And on some women the eye liner and eyelid toning
is still there after a year.  His hair I can always re-color and
reshape of course, so he'll almost resemble a man again.  But with
his features, come September he'll still be raising eyebrows if he
tries to use the men's room.  Best would be to make him want to be
pretty well past September.  Because that's what he'll be."

This was not exactly what I wanted.  Scottie might feel betrayed
when his classes resumed and he tried to appear again as himself. 


Doreen saw I looked worried.  "You did want him to look feminine,
didn't you?  To know what it's like?"

That was true.

"So cheer up!  Trust me, he'll stay with his new look.  I'm sure of
it.  All my customers love what I do to them!  Face facts -- your
husband is a charmer now!  A bit brazen, but that's what you asked
for.  When he sees the advantages he may well want to stay that
way.  And now that you know the advantages for you, you might well
want him to stay that way.  Wouldn't you?  Don't you?"

Well, there's nothing I can do about it now, I decided.  I'll deal
with reconverting him when I must.  I didn't know exactly what
Doreen meant by the "advantages" of his new look -- did she mean
that blondes have more fun, or something else?  Did I want him to
have that kind of fun?  Anyhow, there are certainly advantages for
me!  

"What he wants to do or undo with himself when the summer ends will
be his to decide, Doreen." I said.  "I'm not thinking about that
now.  In fact I'm thinking about still other ways to make him feel
and look even more feminine, to help him get through the summer
with fewer anxieties."     

At that Doreen grinned.  "Teach him how to flirt, honey.  That's
the best recreation I know of for an attractive girl with no-smear
make-up."

We were getting pretty deep here, so I decided to end it.  "But
that's not why I'm here," I said.  "Doreen honey, I don't know what
those pills were you gave Scottie, but can you spare me a few?  I'm
sure there'll be times when he'd rather be out of it, or I'll wish
he were, and from what I've seen those pills will help.  Certainly
if he takes them they'll help me worry less about him.  I don't
want him to feel anxious or depressed about being a woman, no more
than I want him concerned about where I am Saturday afternoons."

"Of course, Amanda."  She unlocked a drawer filled with bottles of
pills.  "Take all you want.  But no more than one a day.  They're
a fairly stiff tranquilizing hormone.  I'm told they were made up
originally for cows, to keep them happy and contented and encourage
their milk production.  A woman's natural hormones block the
hormonal effects, but the tranquilizer effect gets through.  They
induce a marvelously serene mood."  

"How about when a man takes them?  Does he grow udders and moo and
give milk?"

"Well, no, not exactly, but you aren't that far wrong!  There's a
noticeable difference when men take them.  Same tranquilizing
effect of course, so he will feel like mooing all day.  But take my
boyfriend.  I gave him one a day to calm him down when he got the
impression I was wandering away from him now and then, you know? 
His erections got pretty soft almost right away, and then they
quit.  And meanwhile his nipples got really enormous, like
fingertips sticking out of puffy cones.  He started growing breasts
too, teeny ones, 'A' cup at their biggest, but really cute!"

"Did they bother him, these changes?"

"As long as he kept taking the pills he didn't notice or care.  But
I did.  You can't fuck a nipple, so eventually we broke up.  He got
his erections back pretty soon after, I hear, but his nipples have
stayed that way ever since.  These days when I see him at the beach
he's always wearing a shirt, even in the water.  And when it gets
wet, watch out!"  She grinned at me woman to woman.

No erections?  That could be an advantage.  It would take Scott
altogether out of competition with Craig, at least in my own mind. 
I could try to deep throat him, and when the poor dear can't
respond we could both feel a little sad about it, and then we could
concentrate on having girl sex together.  And when my affair's
wound down, no harm done, he'd get hard again.  He might even enjoy
having bigger nipples.  I could persuade him that I enjoy them,
anyhow, and let him think he's keeping them for me.  As for
breasts, little ones might be nice, good for his morale, but maybe
even bigger?  Like Mort's?  I was still thinking about it.

One a day for three months would be plenty.  I took a month's
supply home with me, and that night I fed one to Scottie

It was sort of funny!  I don't know if he got much done on his
research the next day.  He already wore unremovable make-up, his
faintly blue eyelids and his darkened lashes underscored by
eye liner, and of course there were his deep pink pillowy lips.  But
once on the pill he spent the whole next day playing with other
shades and colors on top of this "natural" face.  I called it
natural so he'd get used to it and not even notice that he had it
on.   And with each new group of colors he'd tried on a few of his
new dresses, just to see which went best with which.  Just like a
girl!  When I got home that evening he'd fixed us a simple dinner
and he was sitting peaceably in front of a TV that wasn't even
turned on.  

The next day I gave him another before I went to work, and
apparently he spent that day the same way, though that evening he
got incredibly affectionate -- once he began kissing me he couldn't
stop.  I fed him my breast and he nursed at it with those wonderful
plump lips just like a baby.  Then when I warmed up and pressed
his head down into my crotch, he nibbled and sucked on my pussy the
same way, as if my clit were a nipple.  All night long, licking and
sucking, dozing, licking, and sucking.  I was in heaven!  It was so
joyously sweet!  Not at all like my bouts with Craig!  

When the next Saturday rolled around we were both well-prepared for
it.  Craig called as he'd promised.  "Are you up for another?" he
asked with his usual supercilious skepticism.  

"Never mind me," I replied.  "Are you up for another?  And another
and another?  Can you keep it up?"   He growled an unintelligible
answer from some place deep in his throat.

By pre-arrangement I had lunch with Cheryl and Craig stopped by to
share dessert.  Again he brought Cheryl a friend, this time a pro
football star -- I forget which team or which league.  When the two
of us left them not long afterward, Cheryl could barely take her
eyes off him to grin and wave farewell!  

"I'll see you when I see you!" I said, picking up my purse with a
triumphant flourish. 

"Call me some time!" was all she replied, and then turned back to
her hunk.

When Craig and I again found ourselves naked and alone on a bed,
this time we had an endurance contest.  We wrapped ourselves around
each other and then humped until nightfall without stopping.  It
was fabulous -- we were frenzied, reckless, and insatiable!  And
this time I had no guilty feelings whatever, no concern for my
former hubby, at that moment sitting in a beautician's chair being
beautified while his wife was being fucked over and over!

This time I managed to shower before going home, and even to fit in
one last fuck fully dressed when Craig unexpectedly found one more
in him.  And this time I'd brought tampons to plug Craig's fresh
cum snug into my pussy and my rear end so it wouldn't leak all over
my skirt and the car seat.  I was saving it for Scottie.

Scottie met me at the door, apparently unaware that I was again
shamefully late.  He was eager as a little boy to tell me all about
his long soak that afternoon in aromatic oil.   He was as eager as
a little girl, I should say.  I realized that on top of the pill
I'd given him this morning, Doreen must have fed him another, and
I resolved to give him a pill only every other day and none on
Saturdays.  Their residual effect would keep him content enough but
not as zonked, better able to do the research and writing he'd
planned.  

I was so happy to see him waiting for me!  Standing right there in
our front doorway, I stroked his cheek and kissed him, then reached
under his mini skirt and caressed his mound, with its semi-erect
penis, not long for this world, and then ran my hands over his
hips.  Then in the living room I slowly removed his blouse and bra. 
Doreen had spoken the truth -- there were his nipples projecting
slightly already, and he whimpered when I touched them.  So I
lightly caressed them, and he seemed almost to faint from the
pleasure.  Good, I thought.  If his prick is doomed to failure for
a time, I'll encourage him to think of his tits as the center of
his erotic universe.  His skin felt incredibly soft and smooth,
like a baby's or a young girl's. And Doreen had infused a lilac
scent into her oils to harmonize with the perfume we were both
wearing.  

We went straight to bed and stripped naked and lay full length
against each other, and I found it difficult to tell where one of
us began and the other one left off.  After a while Scottie turned
gently onto his back and waited patiently for me to mount his face
and feed him my cunt.  This time he expected it.  I can't tell you
how I felt, seeing this lovely hussy with her lips pink and pursed,
her eyes dark and wide open, and her hair in the sweetest tumbled
disarray, lying back on her pillow in her pink shortie nightie and
waiting for me to climb on top of her.  She was my girl, my dearest
lover, yet all the time she was Scottie, my former husband.   

My heart melted!  I pulled out my tampons, and as Craig's spunk
began to run down my thighs from both openings I planted my pussy
directly onto his mouth, and it seemed to me that Scottie lunged at
it as if starved.  I suppose he thought it was all me dripping
eagerly and impatiently, awaiting his tongue!  He leaned in and
began lapping, and swallowed more of Craig's syrupy oozings mixed
with my vaginal juices than even the previous Sunday.  I orgasmed
with my darling's tongue inside me almost as frequently as with
Craig's cock!  It felt so exquisitely sweet!!  Those plump lips
tugged hungrily at my labia and my clit, sucked all of me into his
mouth, and slid back repeatedly to lick my anal runoff.  He just
loved it!  He told me afterward that I had a wonderfully rich
taste.  

I couldn't disagree -- I knew that Craig's cum tasted full-bodied,
and I was happy to share it.  Maybe it was his pills, or maybe it
was his being a woman all week, but my new girl made passionate
love to me and to my new lover's residues!  Dedicatedly!  Orgasm
after orgasm rolled through me, rich, full, complete.  I had no
time to come down between them!  

In the end I had to pull away.  My cunt was stretched out and
rubbed raw when I came home, and now it had been sucked dry by my
sweet, sweet Scottie.  I  was a happy woman!  In one day I'd
wrapped my legs around both of my lovers, the best of both worlds!

When I concluded by sucking Scottie off to reward him, he took
longer than usual to harden, and longer still before he could cum. 
An effect of the pills, I assumed.  It then occurred to me that he
hadn't been inside me once since all this began.  That he hadn't
even tried to enter me.  Had he forgotten what men usually do when
they're with women?  Not that I minded -- I now knew that every
Saturday Craig would be leaving me ravaged and sore, my cunt and my
asshole more in need of a mouth to soothe them than yet another
irritating cock.   It was just as well that Scottie wasn't
insistent.  But then and there I decided to keep my vagina and my
anus reserved for Craig and Craig alone during the duration of our
affair, on loan to him from Scottie.  Scottie's cunt and ass
privileges would be limited to soothing them, helping them to
recover, preparing them for Craig to plunder yet again.  

If Scottie could live with that arrangement, I could.  A few days
later when he pressed his penis against me in bed it was too soft
for entry, and he was a little mortified.  I told him it wasn't
important, in fact it was a good thing, he shouldn't attempt it in
the future and I wouldn't allow it anyhow, because we should be
making love as women do and not as a man does with a woman.  It was
time to introduce him to a dildo-cock I realized.  

He sighed, but he did then reverse his body on mine, and we made
wonderful love in a sixty-nine position.  In the morning we
sixty-nined again.  I sucked him as far into my throat as he'd go
-- not very far -- while he tongued my clit.  And I called him my
dearest girlfriend, my best ever, because that's what he now was. 
He smiled appreciatively though obviously his heart wasn't in it. 


It troubled him that he could no longer enter me, but he had to
agree that using his penis for sex was unwomanly.  I didn't suggest
that he try a dildo on me, because access to my inner areas was now
Craig's exclusively, but I knew I'd want to try one on him.  I'd
ask Cheryl about it.  I decided meanwhile to keep him well-drained
with my mouth as best I could, so he wouldn't feel altogether
deprived.  It was just as well, because sixty-nining was perfect
for me.  His new lips felt fabulous pressed against my sore pussy,
especially when well-lubricated by Craig's juices.  

After consulting with Cheryl I bought dildo panties that fit only
me, not a strap-on, so Scottie would understand that I didn't mean
to let him use it on me as a substitute for his limp cock.  Then
the next night I took him.  I asked him to make himself especially
beautiful, and we had a glass of wine together.  Then to soft music
I lubricated his asshole and put three pillows under it, mounted
him, and as he stared up into my eyes -- at first apprehensively,
then concentrating on the way it felt, the good feelings, eyes
closed --  I slowly, lovingly, entered him and began to pump him. 
He submitted with a sigh, and toward the end he wrapped his legs
around my back and lunged vigorously at me, forcing me deeper. 
When we finally subsided, breathless, his belly and groin were
sticky with the cum that had dribbled out of him during his
fucking.  Even with no erection, he'd orgasmed.

"Now you're a woman," I said.  "Did you like it?"

"Yes, Mandy," he said.  "Yes."  It embarrassed him to admit it, but
it had been obvious enough.  

"We'll do this regularly then.  But you'll need to let me know when
you want it.  Try to seduce me."  

The next night he did just that.  Candles and wine at dinner and a
low-cut frilly blouse.  My darling!  Two days later, after yet
another of my sessions with Craig, I lubricated my dildo with
Craig's cum before pushing it into him.  Now we were sharing Craig
too!  The following week, I used a different kind of dildo Cheryl
told me about, loaded it with Craig's semen, and at the crucial
moment squeezed its balls and squirted all of it up into my
Scottie's ass!  He gasped and moaned as he felt Craig's sticky
stuff pulse suddenly slick, and felt it so intensely that I had an
orgasm myself!  The dildo slid so smoothly in and out of him
afterward that I made that a regular feature of our fucking.  My
sweetheart and I were sharing the same man, I exulted!

end 7/11
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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