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Subject: {ASSM} Corespondent by Vickie Tern 3/3 TG femdom F/m wife
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Corespondent by Vickie Tern 3/3
 
 
 

I knew she had to have one -- Jeffrey's cock was adequate or
better,  but the men we'd shared had told me that Janice was like
me,  insatiable.  Sure enough, there it was, a monster-sized
two-sided rubber  cock lying in her bedside drawer along with a tube
of KY Jelly.   Two-sided?  KY?  Was this for her pussy and Jeffrey's
ass?   "Why you rascal, Janice makes love to you with this prick,
doesn't she?" I  said on a sudden inspiration.  
 
"Oh no," he said.  But I could tell that under his  foundation
make-up he'd turned bright red!   There was a truth here  to be
told!  "Not exactly.  She ... ahhh ... supplements what we  do
together sometimes, if I haven't managed to satisfy her.   And
braces it against me."
 
"Against your asshole?  She fucks you with it, doesn't she?  
Doesn't she insert it?"
 
"Once when she was mad at me for some reason, yes, she ... ah ..
pushed  it into me and ... ah fucked me.  She did.  It hurt.   She
wanted it to hurt."
 
"Once?  That was the first time?  The only time"
 
He didn't answer at first.  Then, "She ... ahh ... has condoms  with
some kind of lubricant in them.  She turns them inside out and  puts
them on this ... ahhh ... penis and puts the other end into her  own
place, her vagina, and then she pushes this end in and out of me."
 
"Often?"
 
He nodded.  
 
"How often?  Usually?"
 
He nodded.
 
So Janice did fuck him, and repeatedly.  He was already accustomed.  
Moreover, condoms don't come with lubricants inside, they'd slip
off if  they did.  They come with their lubricants outside for use
where  needed.  What Janice did was save up her lovers' condoms so
she could  fuck her own husband with them and lubricate his ass with
their sperm!   She'd been pushing other men's cum up into his belly
without him even knowing  it!  Was that out of resentment that she
was married to such a  wimp?  Or was it a noble impulse, a desire to
share her pleasure with  her husband?  Knowing Janice, it had to be
resentment.
 
"Did it feel good, Jeffrey?" I asked in a very quiet, gentle voice,
as  if inviting a confidence he might not want to admit otherwise. 
Girl to  girl.
 
"She liked doing it."  He was glum, just staring at the dildo as  I
turned it over in my hand and idly traced its veins with a
fingertip,  wondering whether to continue our cocksucking lessons or
to get right down to  it and bugger him.  "She'd get off on it."
 
I bet.  "And you?"
 
"Sometimes I would too.  When she wasn't mad at me, being rough  on
me, when it didn't hurt me, it could feel good."
 
"Very good?"
 
He nodded, and looked away, ashamed.  
 
Good enough for now.  Sp having a cock up his ass wasn't  altogether
foreign to him.  But he'd never sucked on a cock.  I  fitted the
small end into my own cunt and sat down on the side of the bed.  
The main part of the dildo stuck up between my legs.
 
"Now on your knees, honey," I said as gently as I could.  "Show  me
what you can do.  If you're real good at it, you'll get a  lovely
reward."
 
And Jeffrey actually did what I'd asked!  He knelt between my  knees
and took that rubber tube into his mouth and as I  suggested
different things to do with his mouth and tongue, he did them.  
Devotedly, too.  I could feel it in my pussy as the dildo pushed
and  rocked back and forth, especially when he took its whole length
into his  throat.  I kept him at it for almost a half-hour, long
enough to bring  off any male no matter how grave his
attention-deficit syndrome.  And I  myself grew warmer and warmer,
my belly's tensions growing sweeter and  sweeter as the dildo
repeatedly nudged my clit up and down.  I began to  breathe hard. 
Time for the last act!
 
"Fix your lipstick and let's go downstairs now," I  finally
suggested.  "I want you to make love to me again while we  still
have our panties off.  You're quite properly dressed now,  believe
me, but my clothes are below and I'll need to get dressed  again
afterward."
 
"Why not stay up here?" he asked.  His first question!  Was  he
taking some kind of initiative after all?
 
"On your marital bed?" I pretended to be shocked.  Janice had had
a  few men up here while Jeffrey was at work, I knew.  But we needed
to  seem to respect something, especially the Institution of
Marriage we were so  blithely violating!  He nodded understanding,
as if he understood.
 
So we went downstairs, me still mostly naked and unbuttoned,and
Jeff now  in his high heels, his mini, his sleeveless blouse, and
his full  make-up.  Looking cute as a button!  He has such pretty
bedroom  eyes, I was thinking, now that they're properly made up. 
As they should be  from now on.  He could be really gorgeous, done
up right! No, we won't  waste this!
 
I lay down again on Janice's cum-soaked sofa, and this time  gently,
sweetly, considerately, affectionately, slowly, we fucked until  we
both came yet again.  I once again leaked copiously into the  sticky
puddle left from our previous encounters.  That cushion was  now
stained well beyond recovery.  
 
Squeezing Jeffrey between my legs felt just lovely!  It was  like
making love to another woman, but one with advantages.  The  scheme
that had been forming in my head came to full maturity.  I  only
hoped Janice would have the good sense to pick up on it when  she
returned "unexpectedly" from her tryst downtown.   
 
We lay locked together dozing, Jeffrey wrapped up in my arms and
legs  and unable to escape, until finally I heard a car door slam in
the  driveway.  I then pushed him to his knees with his head down in
my  crotch once again, and clamped my thighs tight around his head
so he couldn't  possibly hear or see anything.  Since he was dressed
as a woman, I  wanted Janice to discover him having sex as women do,
sucking my cum from my  pussy, his own cum inside it as an added
attraction.  That perversity  might double her zeal for a divorce by
instant decree.  Or, I hoped, it  might make an extra added
attraction that Jeffrey could offer and she could  consider keeping. 
The cum already soaked into the cushion serve as all the  evidence
of infidelity she needed, though I was sure that in  his
embarrassment Jeffrey's apologetic babblings would confess  all
immediately after she 'discovered' us.
 
And I loved it, what he was doing!  His tongue was so much  more
delicate than Ron's, the way it licked me, taking tentative  nibbles
or teeny sips like a kitten lapping milk, sometimes an  assured
broad swipe like a cat licking her kittens clean.  Whenever  I
spread wide for Ron and he pushes his face into my crotch, he'll
suck  and wallow with his nose and tongue like a bull in heat.  Both
men gave  me delicious feelings, but each felt different, as if I
possessed two  different kinds of cunt.  This was so nice!
 
Meanwhile, I'd succeeded beyond Janet's expectations.  As  she
walked into the room and stood surveying the scene, there we were!  
There was Jeffrey!  Quite a sight!  Done up like a tart,  utterly
feminized, his bewigged head bobbing between my legs,  completing
his second thorough betrayal of his marriage vows round the  world
by sucking his own cum out of my pussy a second time.  Down  below,
I knew, his prick was drained, soft, useless for male purposes,  and
that itself felt satisfying.  Janet looked wordlessly at me for  a
moment.  I looked back at her with a comfortable smile, near  but
not quite near enough to an orgasm.  She saw and indicated  she'd
wait.  I closed my eyes and surrendered to that dainty  tongue.  My
joy rose, peaked, consumed me, and then subsided.
 
When I opened my eyes again, Janice was looking at  me
questioningly.  She sensed from my relaxed acceptance of  Jeffrey
between my legs that something new had occurred, that I might  now
think that her original scenario -- discover her husband in the
act,  shout furiously, stamp out of the house, return after it's
been decreed hers  -- should be put on hold.
 
Clamping Jeff's head beneath me tightly between my thighs, holding
him  incommunicado, I stroked the top of his head and smiled, then
glanced up to  be sure Janice saw.  She did.  She was thinking.  She
realized  that I liked having him there, that this might be a talent
of his she'd not  previously explored.  With raised eyebrows and a
tilt of her head she  asked if he was really good at it, and I
nodded dreamily, already beginning  another ascent to heaven on the
wings of his tongue.  "The best," I  mouthed at her silently,
holding up both hands, their thumbs and forefingers  touching.   
 
"You'd like me to keep him this way?" she asked aloud, realizing
that  she at least could talk while his eyes and ears were sealed by
the thick  flesh of my thighs.  
 
"Mmmmmmm," I said affirmatively.  My responses had to be limited  --
her voice might be inaudible to Jeffrey but he could feel mine.   My
responses would need to be variations on moans.  That was fine  by
me.
 
She grinned, rather maliciously.  "Get him a pussy too?  Cut  off
his balls, if you've left him with any?"
 
I shook my head no.  Better to keep him desiring  pussies,
worshipping other women's.  And castration would diminish the  uses
of his cock, maybe even diminish the zest he was dedicating to my
own  pussy at this very moment.  But that would have to be  his
decision.
 
"You do know I want nothing further to do with him.  At least as  a
man.  But you're right, this way he may have his uses."
 
I nodded assurance.  I also prefer to bed down with macho men  like
my Ron, but this wimp-turned-woman had certain advantages.  As  a
lesbian with a pre-warmed dildo, as a delicate cunt-lapper, he
could  serve very well indeed any woman's desire for certain kinds
of casual  recreation.  And so convenient, right next door!
 
"Then I don't get his inheritance during the divorce settlement?" 
 

I twisted my hand at the wrist several times to indicate that  there
were other ways to get control over his inheritance.  
 
She nodded, then amused, asked me, "Is he that good down there?   I
never tried him!" and I replied by leaning back luxuriously,
sighing  aloud, and surrendering myself to the most delicate yet
intense orgasm I'd  ever had.  
 
Finally, reluctantly, it was time for us to unveil his situation  to
Jeffrey.  I opened my legs and sat up.  
 
Jeffrey was now on his own, kneeling in front of me face down in
the  sticky puddle of cum we'd made together.   Janice saw the  shiny
dark stain on her couch for the first time and shook her head --
she  was dismayed, resigned, and amused all at once.  We then both
waited for  Jeff to lift his head and discover that there were three
of us in the  room.  
 
When he did, his double-take was hilarious.  His mascara'd  eyes
were smeared black and the lids were glued together with cum,  at
first sealed closed, then opened only a slit.  He stared at  me
through the crust below his eyelids, noticed that I was looking
away  from him at something else, looked there and saw Janice,
looked toward me  without recognizing her, then looked back at her. 
Then pawed at his eyes to  open them wide and witness the awful
truth of his situation.
 
"Well, Jeffrey," Janice said to him.  "If you're going to do  this
at all frequently we'll need to get your basic make-up tattoo'd on.  
You're a mess now, you do know that, don't you?"
 
Shocked, he could only stare at her.  
 
To her credit, Janice adopted exactly the right strategy.  "So.  
That's been the problem all along?  I've wanted you to be a man,
and  you haven't had the talent.  But neither of us realized that
you're much  better suited to be a woman.  A sexually submissive
woman at that!   That would explain why you've been such a sorry
excuse for a man.  And  now that you've found your true self, you
want to live as a woman?  For  maybe for the rest of your life?"
 
Her voice was kindly, as if she'd just been relieved of a  difficult
problem.  I suppose she had been.  No divorce was  necessary or
desireable now.  She'd have it all and she'd save on legal  fees.
 
"You'd better be telling me that this is the real you.  That  you
want to live as a woman who dedicates her life to pleasing  other
women.  Because if you're still a man you're dead meat.  If  you're
still a man, then you're the effeminate freak who's just seduced  my
best friend and has been cruelly unfaithful to me with her.   And
that's intolerable, and I'm heading for a lawyer first thing in  the
morning, and I'll take you for everything you've got.  But  if
you're really a woman underneath, with a woman's desires, then
you'll  need and deserve all the help I can give you to fulfill
yourself.  Is  that what I've just walked in on?  Pam is helping you
become what you  truly are?  I understand how embarrassed you must
feel now that the  truth has finally emerged, but also how relieved
that at last we know.   Are you really a woman down under?"
 
I had to admire the way she put it.  
 
She went on, filling the silences until Jeffrey could come to  full
consciousness of his predicament and at least buy time by agreeing.  
"Or maybe you're what I thought you were, a gutless husband seduced
by  the first woman who comes along just for her own amusement?  Are
you now  my best friend's wimp dupe boytoy?  The most recent of lots
of seduced  and feminized husbands?"
 
That wasn't altogether fair.  I'd seduced lots, of course, but  I'd
feminized only a few.  Sometimes for idle amusement, but mostly  for
the reason I'd just given Jeffrey, to assure myself of  their
discretion when I dump them, so they won't babble about me all  over
town.  The kinds of men I really like would look absurd in  dresses
and make-up -- they're chunky bruisers like Ron, or moreso.   But
Janice did start me thinking.  That isn't too bad a thing to do  to
men who disappoint me, who can't give me orgasms more than a few
times  a night. Send them back to their wives feminized.  Disgraced. 
Send them  back wearing my bras and panties, preceded by an
anonymous phone-call telling  their wives to check out their
husbands' underwear as soon as they arrive  home.  See what story
they then tell to explain it -- if they can't  confess the truth,
that they're another woman's sex toys, they'll have to try  to
persuade their wives that they're closet transvestites.   Either
way, from then on the wives will keep them too busy for them  to
bother me.
 
I prefer orgasms achieved with thick penises, of course.  But  all
of my men become adept with their mouths.  While I was  turning
Ron's mouth into a vacuum cleaner for sucking cum, I made all of  my
partners into something of the same.  They were all  cunt-lapping,
self-swallowing perverts.  It was convenient for me.   It gave them
something to do for me while their penises were  recovering.  
 
Janice went on.  "Or are you only a transvestite?  Are you  telling
me you dress this way when I'm not home because you like to  pretend
you're a woman?  That the man I married isn't a man at all, only  a
sissy faggot?  A pansy  girl?"                                      


Jeffrey by now had realized he was in a no-win situation.  He  just
hung his head and listened.
 
She smiled.  "You know what I think?  I think it doesn't  matter
what you are, because what I see is what you'll be.  I think  Pam
has just done you a favor.  She's liberated you and saved  our
marriage.  You do look darling.  Was this her idea?  Or  did you ask
her to come over to help you dress?  Have you been too  ashamed of
your femininity to ask me to help you?"
 
He didn't answer, but a gleam of hope appeared in his  cum-crusted
eyes.  She didn't automatically feel contempt because of the  way he
looked!  She didn't intend to divorce him despite his  infidelity!
 
"Maybe I should ask Pam.  Can you tell me, honey?  Did you  come
over here to have sex with this ... this person?"
 
"You know me better than that, Janice," was all I replied.   This
was her show. 
 
"No, why should you?  You know what an inadequate man he's  been,
how tearful I've been about it.  So what you've done is,  you've
been trying to save my marriage by encouraging him to fulfill  his
true needs and desires as an attractive woman.  Isn't that  right?"
 
"Ask Jeffrey," I said.  This was priceless!
 
She looked toward Jeffrey and waited.  He didn't have much else  he
could say.  She'd caught him sucking my cunt while wearing drag  and
now she was offering him a way out, of sorts.  He took it.   He'd
deal with the implications later.  He nodded.
 
"So, what you're saying is, you can't be a fit husband for me,  but
you're willing to be my girlfriend and companion."
 
"And also a good neighbor," I interjected.  "My girlfriend  and
companion too."  I waited a moment.  "And Ron's."  And  there it
was, out in the open.
 
Janice looked at me puzzled for a moment, then realized what I  was
proposing.  She considered it.  And at last made a decision,  she
didn't object!  "Is that right, Jeffrey?  Shall we try  that?"  
 
He nodded again.  He wasn't sure what we were talking about,  but
anything to buy time.  He'd noticed that her voice was now  gentler,
more apparently understanding than it had been in months.
 
"You'd do that for us?  Become a woman, take care of the house  too,
while I attend to other things?"
 
That wasn't quite what he'd agreed, but this wasn't the moment  to
quibble.  He nodded yet again.
 
She sat down now, for the first time.  "Honey," she said to her  now
apparently former husband.  "That's lovely.  I do appreciate  it. 
So why not get started by cleaning up that mess you've made of  my
sofa while Pam and I talk about your future?"
 
With that single word "my" she'd begun disinheriting him, turning
him  into a domestic servant!  I had to admire Janice!
 
"Yes, Janice," he said, his first words since Janice had returned,
no  doubt the only words she'd permit him to speak from now on, and
only if  spoken in that same, strained, high-pitched voice he'd used
earlier.  He  got off his knees at last and stood up, prepared to
head into the kitchen to  get detergents and sponges.
 
"No, I mean with your tongue."  Her voice was still gentle, but  it
rang steely.  "You'll want to keep it in shape."
 
He got back down on his knees and began licking a soaked section
between  my thighs, close to my pussy.  I swung a leg over his head
and scooted  over to give him better access to the whole puddled,
spongey mess I'd been  sitting on.  Janice and I exchanged quick
grins, then again furrowed our  eyebrows, so Jeffrey would
understand the seriousness of this situation if he  should happen to
glance up at either of us.  
 
"Well, Pam," she said to me in a loud enough voice for Jeffrey  to
overhear it.  "Maybe he's a pansy, and maybe he's a woman  down
underneath it all, and maybe for our purposes there's no  real
difference.  But I need to be sure that he's sincere.  I  appreciate
that you've awakened his lesbian desires.  And I see that he  now
swallows cum with a certain ... dedication."  She waved her hand  at
him as he ran his tongue over the cushion, trying in vain to  suck
sticky fluids out of it without adding his own saliva.  "But as  a
woman, he'll have to be heterosexual too.  Shall we intoduce him  to
Ron, and see how they get on?  Have you had time to show  Jeffrey
how to suck cock as well as pussy?"
 
She was so quick!  Already returning the favor.  Jeffrey could  keep
Ron pleasured and out of mischief and in that way rewarded for  all
his loving devotion to me and my needs?  My sweet Ron wouldn't  ever
need to make love to his fist, not ever again, while I'm out
balling  someone else.  That was exactly the idea that had been
blossoming in my  own mind!  
 
"Of course I have, Janice.  A girl like him has to know how to  suck
cock.  He's a marvel with your dildo, and quite comfortable with  it
all four ways I'm sure, with either end of it inserted in either of
his  own ends!  He'll be fine!  I'm sure Jeffrey is fulfilling  a
lifelong voyage toward womanhood at this very moment, and I bet
he'll  love completing his journey.  I know Ron will appreciate him
too.   He'll be glad to keep Jeffrey busy once he realizes that
Jeffrey's his reward  for all his patience and devotion to my
well-being."
 
"Say, introduce them tomorrow night?  Jeffrey can spend the day  at
the beauty spa getting a makeover and primping and so on, and then
he  can go over to keep Ron company while you and I go out together
to celebrate  the success of this venture.  Can you arrange a date
for yourself by  then, or shall I call one of my guys?
 
"No problem, Janice," I said.  
 
Perfect, I was thinking.  I'll tell Ron to entertain Miss  Jeffrey
and fulfill her every desire, and he surely will, and won't  even
know that it's Mr. Dork doing all that sucking and fucking until
it's  too late to take it all back.  Then he'll just decide to make
the best  of it, I know him.  This is so much better than asking him
to masturbate  himself raw so he's unavailable every time I leave
the house and Janice is  still in the vicinity.
 
"Jeffrey, how firm is your commitment to this new way of life,"
Janice  suddenly asked him.  "Do you really want to be a woman?"
 
He was lost now, and looked wildly at me for guidance.  He  was
almost in the clear, and didn't want to blow it.  I nodded at him.  
"Yes," he said, following my lead.  He saw no other way anyhow.
 
"Then I'll help.  You'll want to be as authentic as possible,  so
we'll put you on hormones right away.  They'll give you  breasts,
you'll love them, everyone will love them.  Eventually  you'll
become impotent of course, but women don't need cocks of their  own,
there are always plenty of others they can use.  And when yours  no
longer works I'll feel better reassured that you're being faithful
to  me, that you aren't dipping it into every woman who'll have you. 
Like Pam  tonight."
 
"Ahhhh, Janice," he began.  "I don't know that...."
 
"Wait a moment."  She dug into her purse.  "Here, I still have  a
week's birth control pills on this wheel.  Take them all right  now
as a gesture of good faith.  They won't kill you.  And  they'll
carry you a long way toward my believing you're sincere.  He  is
sincere, isn't he Pam?
 
"Oh yes.  Janice, he's a real discovery!  Believe me, I can  tell!"
 
"Good.  Here, he's still kneeling next to you.  Feed them to him.  
One at a time.  I want to watch them all go down."  
 
I remembered when I'd first gone on the pill, how almost
immediately I'd  felt nauseous and my breasts had swollen, and how
it had been a week before  my body returned to feeling normal.  And
that was only one pill  daily.
 
"Janice are you sure that ...."  I wasn't worried about  Jeffrey's
health.  I figured he'd get pretty sick from the overdose,  but
would emerge eventually, feeling different, of course.  Smoother.  
Maybe beginning to feel a little softer or more plumped up here  and
there.  The way girls are.  "I mean, if tomorrow we want him  and
Ron ...." 
 
"These are time release.  He'll be days absorbing them.  And  the
accumulated hormones at peak won't exceed those in the blood of  a
pregnant teenager.  By the time he leaves the beauty spa  tomorrow
and we introduce him to Ron, he'll be half-way there.  And  that's
where we'll want him as quickly as possible.  No second thoughts.  
No denying that any of this ever took place and then running off
and  declaring his innocence to the world."
 
"Oh, no fear of that," I said as I put the second, then the third
pill  in his mouth, and like a hungry guppy he rose to each, eyes
wide open,  swallowing them down.  "He'll never deny any of this. 
I took lots and  lots of pictures of him earlier, looking just
lovely.  Everyone at work  will have to believe him when he tells
them that he's a woman who happens to  have been born into the wrong
body and is now becoming his true self.   By tomorrow when I post
some of the sexier shots no one will doubt it.   Some will even
sympathize with him."
 
"With her," Janice corrected me.  "From now on Jeffrey is a woman.  
My dearest girlfriend, no more than that.  We'll stay married  of
course, but I won't have a tart like her for a husband.  I  mean,
she's been unfaithful to me with you, and that's unforgiveable. 
And  you have pictures to prove it.  To retain respect and
reputation she'll  sign over her inheritance to me, and her paycheck
will go into my personal  account, not hers, and when she comes home
from work she'll take care of the  house and prepare dinners.  In
return I'll take care of her needs, and  we're both taking care that
she gets the one thing every girl needs.  Is  that satisfactory,
Jeffrey?"
 
He eyes rolled over to her as he took the last of his hormone pills
from  my fingertips, and he nodded at her.  What else could he do?
 
"Pamela, this is much better than we planned.  Much better than  I'd
anticipated.  Tomorrow after Jeffrey emerges from her  beauty
treatments I think all three of us should meet for cocktails  and
dinner.  We all have something to celebrate."
 
I stood up.  It was time to go.  Jeffrey, rather than look  either
of us in the eye, had resumed his hopeless licking of  Janice's
cum-soaked cushion.  It was soaked through, as impossible to  clean
with his tongue as my cunt when it's been soaked through,  or
Janice's.  I looked at him for a moment, and a wistful feeling  came
over me.  "She has a wonderful tongue," I said.  "Just look  at
that.  I know I'll miss it.  But you'll love it."
 
"I hope so.  I'm sure of it."
 
"I think Ron should join us tomorrow to help us celebrate," I said.  
"Then after dinner when the two of us go on to meet our dates, Ron
can  bring Jeffrey home and help her practice being a girl.  I've
never  allowed Ron any of the relationships with women I have with
men -- he's mine  and I love him and I won't share him.  But
Jeffrey's different.  I  suspect they can enjoy each other without
either of us worrying about  permanent commitments.  I'll make sure
Ron knows her pussy is  unavailable, at least for now, but that he'd
be a darling if he were to help  her find out how her other holes and
bulges work and how blissful it is when  a real man's using them.
Maybe he could use the opportunity to find out for  himself what
sucking cock is like.  Some day knowing might prove  useful."
 
Janice was impressed.  "Pam," she said.  "You are so sweet.   So
very considerate of Ron.  I wish my marriage were more like  yours."
 
"Oh, Janice," I said.  "You don't credit yourself nearly enough.  Our
husbands are different, but our marriages are practically  identical."
 
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