TV Times : by Joyce Hamilton MM  M+F  M+F+  tv wife

                                    Monday : First

I gave her a few minutes, just in case she had forgotten something, and then I 
treated myself to the hobby I like best. And I can indulge Mondays, the day 
Mary works.

Because, although I'm outwardly a straight, married man, inside me, and 
secretly, I'm and underwear fetishist. And it must be said, that when I'm in my 
lovelies, I look very pretty!

I've always been faithful to my wife, and have never been with a man. What I 
like to do is dress up, watch a good video, and then jerk off. Which is not to 
say I haven't sometimes wondered what it would be like, and sometimes use a 
man in my fantasies at the final moment.

Any way, that day, I got out my lovelies and slowly dressed. I like to do it 
slowly, looking at myself in the bedroom mirrors all the time. I usually get a 
hard on just taking them out of the case I keep them in.

That day it was black, black nylon and satin. I fastened the waspie, and 
wriggled it round the right way. I bought the black satin waspie at least ten 
years ago, and I'm proud to say it still fits perfectly. I love the way it shapes 
my waist, and gives me feminine hips. Now the stockings. I like glossy, but 
very sheer, seamed stockings. The ones I wore that day were expensive, but as 
I rolled them up my legs...luckily I'm not very hairy...I enjoyed the hard feel 
under my hands. I fixed the clasps, and straightened the seams.  My bras have 
built-in rubber falsies, and my shoulders look especially good, tanned, with 
black straps. I chose quite full knickers. This is always difficult. I love the look 
of tiny bikini panties stretched across my bottom cheeks. But there is nothing 
like the feel of fuller panties, the nylon covering the whole bottom, and 
cradling the balls. I ran my hands over my bottom, loving the feel of the nylon 
over flesh. My elbow-length black silk gloves. Jerking off is wonderful 
wearing silk gloves...though you have to be careful not to wear the skin 
through...or to get spunk on the lovely silk. And my tallest, slenderest, sexiest 
high heels.

Finally the wig...one of my wife's. Luckily she likes wigs, and has a lot. And 
just the lightest lip-stick and a bit of powder. Perfume under the arms and 
round the crotch.

The whole effect was very feminine.

Fully dressed, I posed, looking at myself in the mirror at all angles, walking, 
sitting, leaning against the wall, or over a chair.

I had chosen the video, and was about to lay on the bed with my towel and 
dildo, when I thought it would be nice to have a glass of sherry while I jerked.

Humming happily, I went through to the kitchen...we live in a bungalow...and 
stood in front of the window pouring a glass.  I was singing now...'You may 
think I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one....' 
Shock horror. A voice behind me, from the open doorway. 'You can say that 
again.'

A young man. Jeans.Bright red sweatshirt. Long dark hair. To the shoulders. 
Grinning.  Shit! My wife's decorator. She'd arranged for him to come round to 
look at decorating the kitchen. I'd forgotten!

'How shaming! I don't know what to say.'

'How about I'm not the only one?' He undid the top of his jeans, and when he 
opened them, he revealed transparant black nylon panties. 'And very nice you 
look, too. I've got stockings on, as well.'

I didn't know what to say. 'I was about to have a drink and watch a video. 
Would you...?

'Yes, I'd like that.' 

                                                    ..............................................

On the bed we didn't touch, but I could see him watching me as I wanked, and 
I was certainly making sure I could remember the shape of his cock...long, 
thick, circumcised...for future fantasies.

And that's all we did. Jerk off. Comment on the juicier parts of the video, 
which was a compilation I'd made. My own tastes. A mixture of straight, gay, 
lez and tv. I'd have liked to have fondled him. But I was shy. But I did enjoy 
watching him come, at last. The spunk flew right up to his chest, and then 
oozed as he finished off.

I'd been holding back. But I came as well, now. And my spurts were 
incredibly strong. In fact the first one hit the bed-head behind me.

'Christ I enjoyed that.'

'I can see you did. I don't think I've ever seen a spurt like that.'

'Don't get dressed again yet. I like you like that! Come through and have a 
coffee. And look at the job.'

As he measured the work up, and discussed colours I was not struck by any 
incongruity, the two of us in our stockings and undies. Finally, he put his 
sweat-shirt and jeans on , over his lovelies, and left.

We arranged another session for the next Monday.

'Next time I'll bring my gear, and we can dress together.'

'By the way, I'm John.' He laughed. 'I've watched you come, but I don't...'

'I'm Alfred. Yes, I'd like that.'

'I can't wait.'


                                               Monday : the second

John was earlier than he had been the week before.

'I waited till the car left, and came straight in. I've been looking forward to 
this all week. '

'Me too. Mary must wonder why she's had so much fucking. I've been really 
excited.'

Me too. It's been like a honeymoon for Sue.'

'Let's undress here, and then get dressed in the bedroom.' I watched as he 
stripped...shoes and socks first, and then his jeans and sweatshirt. No panties 
this time...in fact no underwear at all, male or female. I knew why, as I was the 
same. Quicker. In fact I wasn't even wearing socks and shoes so keen was I. I 
could see he was looking at me , too as I stripped. I bundled my clothes up and 
threw them on the sofa. He left his in a heap on the carpet.

We stood looking at each other. He started to speak .'Very nice......' On and 
impulse, genuinely without thinking or planning, I grasped him round the 
waist, pulled him too me, and kissed him. He was tense. But then he relaxed, 
and his tongue probed into my mouth. He had one hand in the small of my 
back. The other, like mine, rested on smooth bottom cheeks. I nibbled his soft 
neck. I could feel his cock, hard against my belly. And mine, too, was poking 
into his flesh. We both squirmed, rubbing cocks.

'Another first. I've never kissed a man .'

He said nothing. I guessed he probably had! 'Bedroom?'

'Yes. I've got my things in the briefcase.'

His things were the most lovely pink high-heeled slippers, and dazzling white 
panties and 
basque. Still naked, my cock waving in front of me, I helped John dress.

'I  like tights, as long as they're very shiny. I like the feel of them gripping 
under my balls, and the way they hold my cock upright.'

'I prefer stockings...especially the contrast between the black and the white 
skin at the top. Still everyone to his taste. And I must admit your legs and bum 
look very lovely in these. I had been helping him pull them up, profiting from 
the exercise by smoothing his legs and bottom.

'Now your panties. These are beautiful.' He stepped into them, and I pulled 
them up, smoothing them over his bottom, and settling his balls into the 
crotch. They almost glowed, so shiny were they. He was rock hard, but with 
the tights, you could only just make out the outline of his cock . The basque 
laced at the front. He slipped it over his head, and I laced him in. 'Tighter, 
Alfred, please. I love to feel confined, and the shape it gives me.' I tied the 
bow on the satin laces. 

I ran my hand over the shiny satin, tight over his torso. 
'There. I feel almost feminine now.' He sat on the couch (Mary put a couch in 
the bedroom....she likes kneeling over it to be fucked!). I fixed his slippers. 
His ankles were feminine!
'Now be patient while I do your face.' It was easy, as he had only the lightest 
facial hair, almost a teenage complexion. So I used the pancake very sparingly, 
and for the rest a bright lipstick, tarty to go with the basque, and a touch of 
eye-liner.

'There. A beautiful young lady. What should I call you when you're dressed?'

'Joan.'

'Well, Joan. I really fancy you. Now you watch while I dress.'

He went over to the bed, turned down the coverlet, and lay on it, propped up, 
his legs splayed.

I must admit, I enjoyed making Joan wait for me. I could see her cock 
twitching even through the layers of panty-hose and white satin as I made my 
face up. I decided to use one of Mary's blonde wigs. Not too blonde, but at 
least a variation. Light make-up...I'm lucky in having a girlish complexion 
already...and large, feminine glasses. I need glasses really to enjoy sex close-
up. I like to be able to see the individual hairs, and the texture of a partner's 
skin. Anyway, it was soon time for me to dress. A black suspender belt, and 
long, glossy black nylons first. My cock was hard already, but stood even more 
as I fastened the very high-heeled black patent leather sandals. I looked in the 
mirror...my legs were very good! And as if to confirm that, Joan was looking 
at me, transfixed, gently rubbing the crotch of her panties.

'Be careful you don't come, doing that!'

She didn't stop. 'Well get a move on, and let me do it to you, instead.'

I think feel is as important as appearance in bed, so I didn't mind that the white 
see-through nylon jacket didn't really match my stockings. Nor did the tiny 
white satin thong that I slowly, so slowly pulled up over my thighs to complete 
the ensemble.

My cock almost escaped, but I managed to keep it in, and the balls, too, 
snugly.

I lay on the bed beside Joan.

'And what should I call you, when you're en femme?'

'Alice. I always think of myself as Alice.'

'Well, Alice, I want to kiss you again.'

We lay there several minutes, mouths glued together, tongues exploring. An 
old fashioned snog, like teenagers. But our hands were busy, wandering over 
nylon, satin and naked flesh. Joan had her hand between our writhing bodies, 
and she grasped my cock through the satin bikini. 'That feels wonderful. I love 
the feel of satin, over a penis.'

I reached down, and gripped his. 'I can't feel you properly through your tights. 
Though I just love the feel of your legs in them.'

'Watch this!' He separated, and putting both hands into the front of his 
panties, tore the crotch out of the tights. Now I could see his shaft and knob 
clearly outlined through the white satin. I replaced my hand. The tights were 
still tight across his bum.

'Yes! That's better. I can feel you now.' But while he contented himself with 
feeling me through the satin, I slipped a hand into the leg of his panties, and 
grasped the naked cock. He lay back sighing, as I wanked him. I held his hand, 
and slipped that up under my thong, and he ,too, wanked me. We pressed 
together again, and kissed while exciting each other. My spare hand was 
enjoying sliding over his satin basque, while his was feeling my nylons and the 
flesh above my stocking tops.

He moaned.

I stopped. 'Don't come yet. There's something I've been wanting to do all 
week!'

'I've never done this before...but I've been thinking about it all week...'

'Which is why your Mary has had so much...' He giggled.

I carefully pulled his prick out of his panties, and kissed the knob. Then I took 
the knob into my mouth. Then I swallowed the whole prick, till my face rested 
on his satin panties. And out. And in again. I took the cock out, and held it, 
looking at its shiny, glistening shape. He knelt, and holding it in one hand, 
shoved it into my mouth. He groaned, and started to shag my mouth. 

'I'll tell you when I'm going to come.'

'No! I want to be surprised, please Joan. ' I pulled him down again to the bed, 
and without removing his prick, turned round so my panties were now pressed 
up against his face. He couldn't resist this. First mouthing my shaft through the 
satin, he then slipped the cock out of the side of the thong, and, joy of joys, 
sucked at it.

We were writhing about now, and I was sure he would come soon. I could 
taste come in my mouth....I often put some of my own onto my tongue while 
wanking, so knew what it was like. Faster he shagged my mouth, while I 
sucked and tongued him. Suddenly a hot spurt, and another, another, a fourth. 
My mouth was filled with the thick, salty come, and I swallowed and 
swallowed, not letting his cock escape. And I was coming too. I spurted into 
his mouth. He gagged, and removed the cock, so the second spurt splashed on 
his face. But then in his mouth again, and he swallowed my oozings.

We lay there. I guess we were both surprised at our own passion. This was not 
'mucking about'. This was real gay sex!

I felt content.

'I liked that, Alice.'

'It was my first time. Was it yours?'

'First time I've swallowed. And I like it!'

I turned round, and kissed him. His mouth, like mine, was salty with come.

I felt his body. 'What have you got stuffed down there?'

'Spare panties!'

'That's what I do sometimes. It'd be nice to get proper falsies. Feel better, too. 
I tell you what, let's see if we can get some.'

'Where?'

'On the internet. Next room.'

No problem, and two sets of realistic silicon boobs were ordered, and while we 
were about it, some black fetish and bondage gear. It would probably all be 
there by our next Monday session.


                                                The Third Monday

Joan and Alice had got to know each other pretty well by now, and with the 
help of each other , and their new falsies, had learned how to become rather 
convincing shemales. Of course, this just added to each other's passion, the 
one for the other.

Mid morning, this third rendezvous, finds us lying together on my bed, kissing 
and cuddling, watching a very naughty video. Joan had got it from a friend at 
work, who 'didn't want it. It's just transvestites mucking around. 

No good at all!' Not our view as we watched, enthralled. So our eyes were on 
the screen, while our hands caressed each other, our legs inter-twined .Our 
cocks were, as usual, wonderfully hard, and springy as we played games with 
them, rubbing them together, holding one back against the stomach and 
making it spring back to his the other, 'smacking' belly and bum with the erect 
penis.

The lovely black fetish gear had arrived. It all fitted, and we had found it very 
exciting watching each other dress, and helping each other with the clasps, and 
difficult bits. This was, of course, an excuse for a lot of feeling and fondling, 
and the occasional kiss, on lips, but also on more exciting parts of each others' 
bodies. Myself, I couldn't get enough of Joan's cute little butt, and lovely 
cock!

We soon got carried away, and sure enough, I first went down on Joan's cock, 
gobbling, in the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to hold it long, and I'd 
soon give him his pleasure. But he wasn't to be denied either, and wriggled 
round, half beneath me, until we were in the classic sixty nine. I'd pulled his 
cock out from the leg, fairly loose, of his black satin knickers, so I could have 
the enjoyment of his satin clad buttocks under my palms while I sucked. Of 
course, he loved my bum in panties, too, and was treating me the same, though 
he continually ran one hand up and down my glossy nylon stockings. He was 
groaning, over my cock in his mouth, as I gobbled him. I felt him go rigid, and 
knew he was about to come. I forced his cock into my cheek , so I could take it 
all without gagging, and as he filled my mouth with his first spurt, I felt myself 
coming too. We lay there, heads motionless, but buttocks moving as we 
spurted hot come in each others' mouths. We bothe loved swallowing, and 
both licked cocks clean, before we again lay side by side, congratulating each 
other on simultaneous orgasms.

'I love it when it's like that. I mean both together.'

'Never manage it with a woman.'

'Nor me. Not even Sue?'

'Especially not Sue. we don't even try to come together nowadays.'

'Nor does Mary. I say , look at them!' 

We returned our attention to the two on screen.  The tv was getting well-
fucked!

I noticed that I got hard quicker with Joan , after sex, than with 
Mary...although to be fair, when I first had her, the first few weeks, I got hard 
pretty quickly. I wasn't sure whether it was because he was 'new', or because 
deep down inside me I preferred cocks to cunts...well, whatever, watching the 
film, my thighs resting up against Joan's shapely legs, I soon felt like some 
more. As usual,  Joan hadn't wilted at all!

'I'd like a bit of that!' The tv was still being shagged, hard, thoroughly. The 
camera was showing clearly the long, fine cock, filling the anus, retreating, 
and filling it again. The tv was having the time of her life, as was obvious from 
her hard cock, being wanked by her small hand, nails varnished. The camera 
showed this in close-up, and lingered on the tiny drop of white come that 
appeared in the eye of the tv's prick.

'Yes, I wouldn't mind a bit of that,' I repeated. I was wanking myself gently, 
to make sure I kept a full erection. Joan's cock was twitching, unwanked.

'What? Fuck or be fucked?'

'I was thinking of fucking a nice arse, like that.'

'Me, too. But I tell you what, you can fuck me, if I can fuck you.'

'I've never....'

'Nor me. I've had bums, though. And it's easy, I think. Doesn't seem to hurt as 
much as you'd think.'

'Who've I had? Well, Sue, and a few other girls. Never had a man....or TV!' 
He laughed.

'I've never done it at all. But you're on.' I leaned over and kissed him, my 
hand on his cock. He'd pulled his panties down, and anchored them under his 
balls. 'Who first?'

'Toss for it!' Joan laughed.

'Waste of come to toss, when there's a bum!' We both laughed.

I thought a moment. 'I'd like you to fuck me first, Joan, if you want. ' This 
was not just generous. I guessed I might be able to enjoy it more if I was still 
hard!

'Ok! Switch that stuff off, and kneel down.'

I think we'd better loosen up a bit first. I've never done it....but I've read about 
it!'

'You naughty girl. ' Joan smacked by bottom. 'Tell me!'

'You know, loosen up a bit. There's some oil here. ' I reached into the bedside 
drawer. A little bottle of pink oil. I uncapped it and tipped some on my hand. I 
reached under myself and rubbed it into my arse. Then a drop or two more, 
and the tip of my finger. I moved it in and out...perhaps only half an inch.

'While you're doing that, loosen me up.' Joan crouched over my face, and 
pulled his panties aside. He had almost no hair in his arse...and it really did 
look very sexy. I slipped my finger further in, and was really wanking myself 
now. I reached my head up and licked his puckered, light brown ring. He 
sighed. 'That's good.'

'Put a pillow under my head...it's difficult...' He slipped a pillow under my 
neck, and my face was now right into the crease of his arse. I stuck my pointed 
tongue into him, and felt his wriggle as I pushed the tongue in and out.

'Let me do that for you!' He pulled my hand away, and replaced it with his 
own, two fingers in my bum, I guessed, gently wanking their full length. I 
slipped my own, oily hand up between us, and put two fingers into his bum. 
God I was hard. And so was he! But we wanked each other, silent for perhaps 
five minutes. 

'Alice, I've just got to have you. Come on kneel down.'

I switched off the tv. Full concentration on this! And knelt. 

Now sweetie, let's have those panties off. Lovely as they are, your bottom is 
even nicer. He slipped them down to my knees. 'All the way...you may want to 
open your legs! I lifted one ankle , then the other, and he slipped them over my 
glossy nylons, and black high heels.

I watched over my shoulder as he stood on one high heel and then the other as 
he took his own panties off. His cock looked huge as I looked up at it. He 
threw his panties onto the couch, just by my face. I could smell the scented oil 
on them, but also sweat and a suspicion of spunk. I crushed my face in them, 
waiting .

'Now, the fetish gear. ' He pulled the cuffs from their box on the floor by the 
bed, beside us, and in a second my hands were cuffed behind my back. 'Jesus! 
This is exciting!' I felt his cock slip up my crease as he knelt behind me. He 
was oiling it in the left over from the wanking.

'Me , too. Get on with it. Or I'll come before I get a go at yours!' In fact, I 
found the pressure of his cock on my anus, and the knowledge I was 
handcuffed, very, very exciting. I couldn't touch my cock, restrained as I was, 
but I felt it hard against the satin on the sofa where I was kneeling.

'Here we go sweetheart!' He rubbed his cock just once more, and then , as he 
grasped the shaft, he put the knob into me. I felt it slip in, and then push past 
the broadest bit at the base of the knob. My anus closed on the shaft, as he 
pushed it in and in. For a moment I had a small shock, a strange feeling, not 
pain, but odd. Then it was ok. I had been right to loosen us up! 'OK?'

'Lovely! Now fuck me.' To be honest, it didn't really do much for me. But it 
was obvious Joan was having fun. In fact he told me , jabbering away without 
stopping about how much fun he was having. He was fondling my naked arse, 
and sometimes slapping it. I enjoyed giving him pleasure, but was thinking 
about my turn at his butt! So I though I'd speed him up a bit.

'Oh! That's good. Lovely big cock. Give it to me. Harder. Harder now!' As he 
increased his speed, no inhibitions now he knew I was enjoying it, I wriggled 
my arse. 'Faster! And spank me!'

As I intended, he came, and collapsed over my back, still up and in me. I could 
feel the last throbs of his cock, and the come dripping  down onto my thighs.

'Let me out of these!'

He undid my cuffs, and I wiped myself on some panties...his or mine, I didn't 
care.

'Me now, you lovely bit. Kneel down. I cuffed him too. I guessed I'd got the 
best of the deal by being fucked while still randy! And in fact for the months 
our affair lasted it was always that way . Him first. Then me.

I placed Joan exactly as I had been, even to the handcuffs. I picked up his 
discarded panties, and to give myself an added treat, slipped them on, pulling 
them down under my balls, so my balls stood out. I was looking at myself in 
the wall mirror as I first rested my cock in his crease, and then slowly, so 
slowly, pushed it in. I felt Joan wince, but then relax. I waited a moment, my 
thighs pressed against his naked buttocks, savouring the occasion. A bugger at 
last! And I looked pretty good in the mirror. Mary's blonde wig really suited 
me...looked real in fact. And my black satin blouse, with the expensive silicon 
falsies moving just like real tits under the satin. And my lovely, so high high 
heels and glossy stockings. 

Joan was moving her arse. 'Fuck me, you bitch! Give it to me!'

I guessed she was playing my game. Speeding me up. But I responded by 
moving with long , slow strokes, my cock nearly leaving her arse, and then 
pushing right in, till our flesh met. Gradually I increased speed. Finally, I was 
fucking as hard, no ,harder then I had ever done it in my life, my thighs 
crashing against her bum, sometimes my cock pulling out completely, only to 
re-enter the arse immediately. It gaped open-wide when I pulled it out, as if 
demanding the return stroke. I fucked, and fucked, and I came, pumping a 
great spasm with each in-stroke, until I collapsed on top of the kneeling body.

We sat in the living room, enjoying a cigarette and a sherry.

'Now that we must do again!' Joan looked very lovely now she'd re-done her 
hair, which I'd dishevelled.

'I agree! And I'd love some action photos of us. I think I'll buy a camera 
before next week.'

'How will we get them developed?'

'Digital! Straight onto my computer and then the printer. No risk.'

'Sounds good. You know, I found it very exciting spanking you while we 
were...doing it.'

'I'm not so keen on being spanked. But I'd love to whip someone...'

'Not me, I'm afraid, Alice. I know that'd be a turn-off....though I'd find it good 
to beat someone else...man or woman. Tied up, of course.

'Well, let's look for someone. Come on...I'll show you.'

So two dom transvestites, 'very young and pretty,' advertised on the net for a 
male, female or couple to act as sex-slaves to them

'I wonder if we'll get a reply?' 


                                               The Fourth Monday


Mary let herself in. Bit of luck a security alert just after lunch. It would take so 
long to search the offices, there would be no point in the staff hanging around. 
Nice to have an afternoon off.

Hang on a minute! There are clothes strewn all over the lounge. Hm. White 
shirt....dark suit. She picked up the jacket. Good wool! German label.....?? 
Sudden noises from the bedroom.

The bedroom door was open about two inches. Mary peeked around it. 
Amazing. A blonde and a brunette, and a heavily built male. Who? Surely! 
She nearly burst into laughter as , 
belatedly, she recognised the blonde as her Alfred, in black undies and her 
blonde wig. And surely that pretty brunette....it could be? Yes, John, the 
interior designer. So this is what they get up to.

They were clearly having a good time. She watched as they stood over the 
macho type. John was pressing a sharp stiletto heel into his head, the toe of the 
patent leather boot on his neck, while he licked her Alfred's black high heels. 
He was clearly enjoying this....his hard-on left no room for doubt, even 
through his pants, and was running his hands up and down John's nylon 
stockings. Mary had to agree that both men's legs were surprisingly good in 
stockings! The scene was exciting. Mary 'went both ways', and didn't find the 
sight of these two men en femme at all disturbing. In fact, her cunt was getting 
quite wet! 

She considered joining them. But decided to watch a bit more, first. Both 
transvestites had lovely erections...as indeed had their victim. She'd fancied 
John for weeks. Probably that was why she'd chosen him for the decorating. 
That and she quite liked his wife, Sue. But what a cock! Alfred was riding the 
male now, his cock stuck in the man's mouth. John stood over them, showing 
off, it seemed, a striking prick Mary was getting excited now, and slipped her 
skirt down, and her blouse off. She had no stockings or bra, and had kicked her 
shoes off by the front door. So she stood there in her panties and stockings, 
peeping discretely through the door. She could not resist a few 'starter for ten' 
fingerings of her cunt and clit, slipping a finger under the edge of her panties. 
She watched the three men becoming more and more excited, and she herself 
felt more and more inclined to join them. Her finger was moving like lightning 
now. How they would enjoy her in this mood, she thought.

 Hotter and hotter, she watched as the two 'girls' walked up and down the 
male, One in bare feet, the other in dangerous stilettos. She could see the bulge 
beneath  his pants, but was even more pleased when they stripped him 
completely.

Almost as if cued to maximise her orgasm...for she was getting near...the two 
undies-clad men forced the bigger male down on the bed, and tied him to it, 
spreadeagled. Alfred took up a black cat-o-nine-tails, and whipped him. 
Clearly the pain was considerable, but he seemed to be biting back any 
protests, and , remarkably, the victim was getting harder and harder.

Mary could wait no more. She pulled down her panties, sopping now, and her 
black stockings. She was about to go in when the tableau in front of her 
changed. She just had to watch this. The two men stopped whipping, and were 
fondling each other, kissing passionately, and running their hands over 
slippery satin. As they kissed they writhed and wriggled, each apparantly 
trying to get his cock between the other's legs.

Mary watched, wanking again.

Now her man, Alfred, sat up, and lay down again, his face close to the other 
boy's panties. They were lying half on top of the naked male....still hard. She 
watched Alfred take the cock from the side of his partner's panties, and 
swallow it. In moments they were gobbling each other. This was almost 
intolerably exciting to the voyeuse, who felt a second orgasm approaching. 
Would they come? Would they swallow?

Neither, as it happens, because after a few minutes, John whispered 
something, and Alfred knelt down. She knew what was going to happen, and it 
did. As her man's bum was entered by that painfully erect cock, she came!

Naked, she pushed open the door.

'Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?'

'Christ! Mary!'

'Don't stop. I've been watching for ten minutes...and I know what to do with 
this. She leaned over and licked the huge, rampant prick.

'No. For goodness sake don't stop. It's obvious you're both enjoying it too 
much for me to interrupt'. And, indeed, both the passive, penetrated, and the 
active, penetrator, were having fun, as they moved, regular, and probably 
practised, she thought.

As she sucked on the rampant knob, John pulled his cock out of his partner's 
bum. 'Meet Heinrich. He's come all the way from Germany to get himself 
whipped by two transvestites! He hasn't got much English...but it's easy to see 
what he likes. ' John picked up the whip, lashed at the body, and laughed when 
he saw the cock twitch and stiffen against her lips.

'Fuck him, Mary.' This was her husband. 'Give him a good fucking, while we 
whip him.'

Mary considered the lovely cock, and, yes, it was worth the risk. She would. 
She squatted over him, and lowered her cunt onto his prick. She rested there, 
practising squeezing and releasing it, while the two transvestites lammed into 
him. He was writhing and wriggling, partly riding the whip blows, and partly 
to try to get some satisfaction for his cock, deep in that vigorous cunt.

'Fuck him, Mary. Ride him hard. Make him come, while we whip him.'

Her tidy, coiffured cunt rode up and down on the sweating German, until she 
felt him coming in her. With a cry she came as well, collapsing on him, and 
feeling the end of his spasm, as the whipping decreased and finally stopped.

'Now you two girls, you fuck me. Get those knickers off and give me a good 
seeing-to. Alfred, my bum. John, my cunt.'

'Darling, this is Joan...when she's dressed, and I'm Alice.'

'I don't care whether it's Elizabeth and Phillip....just fuck me.'

The German lay inert, the weight of three bodies, fucking, pressing him into 
the bed. He was well content. Worth the air ticket. Two TVs, and a woman. 
Luxury. And over him, he was aware of the panting and heaving body of the 
buxom woman, doubtless double-plugged, and screaming obscenities in her 
glee. The two trannies were ploughing away, in time with each other, faster, 
faster, till they all three came, if not together, within a minute of each other.

Heinrich couldn't understand what was being said while they undressed and 
dressed again. He smiled, and said such things as 'Tank you....'

'Mary, I was so scared you'd have a fit...'

'What, about your dressing, or your fucking?'

'Well both. But mostly dressing I suppose.'

'I've known about it for years. The suitcase in the loft with undies and shoes 
and make-up. And spunk stains on my suspender belts etc.' She laughed. 'I 
just think of it as your hobby. And as for fucking....well I used to like girls, 
too, so it would be a bit hypocritical.... Does Sue know?'

'Good lord no.'

'I think you might have a surprise, too.... I tell you what we could do......'


                                                   Saturday Night

Alfred poured brandy for the two men, and some Chartreuse for the girls. 
'John and I have got a surprise. Give us twenty minutes to get it ready.'

'Sue and I'll wait for you in the lounge.'

Sue stumbled as they went into the lounge. 'I'm a bit tipsy'.

'So am I.' Mary put her arm round Sue's shoulder to steady her. It was still 
there when they sat on the large sofa.

'What a lovely rug!'  It was an animal skin, very thick and shiny.

'Alfred got it in Russia.' The room was almost dark, lit mostly by the 
flickering coal fire. It was very cosy. Mary pulled Sue closer to her. 'We use it 
quite a lot, Alfred and me.'

'I'll bet you do.' She laughed. They both sipped their drinks, and put them on 
side tables.

'Alfred told me he thought you went to the same school as me, Wenford.'

'Did you go there too, how funny?'

'I loved it there. Best days of my life. I was there from ...it must have been 66 
to 71.'

'Then we just missed each other. I started in 72. Were you a boarder ,too?'

'Yes.... Was the Sports Teacher, Miss Pritz still there?'

'Miss Pritz with the lovely tits...oh yes!'

'You know I was dreadfully in love with her. But I never dared tell her.'

'You should have. ' Sue was hugging Mary quite close now. 'How sad. She 
would have loved to have been told. You'd have got a nice surprise, Mary.'

Mary looked the blonde direct in her blue eyes. 'You mean....?'

'Yes, I told her. Thank goodness.'

'But how?'

'I'll tell you.  I was mad about her. I couldn't sleep at night. You remember her 
lovely tight blue silk tracksuit?'

'Oh, yes. And the way her nipples used to stand out, and show through it on 
cold days...'

'And it was lovely and tight across her bottom, and cut her up between.....I'm 
getting quite hot thinking about her. Well, I decided I had to tell her. After 
Games, I deliberately took longer than anyone else in the shower. I was just 
finishing drying, when she came in to shut the showers up.'
'You must have looked lovely...How old were you?'

'Thirteen , I should think. But I was an early developer, and I had a good 
figure.'

'You still have, Sue.' Mary's hand crept down from the shoulder and cupped 
her breast. She let it rest there. Sue now rested her hand on Mary's thigh, just 
at the stocking tops, and gave it alittle squeeze. Mary reciprocated, with a 
gentle squeeze to her breast.' 'Tell me what happened.'

'I was standing there, with my arms over my head.....to make my body look 
specially good.
I could see she was about to tell me off, but before she could say anything, I 
threw my arms around her, and kissed her. I felt her tense, and then relax. She 
put her arms around me, on my bottom and waist, and pulled me to her, and I 
knew it would be all right. Well, I managed to get my hand up under her track-
suit top, and I had those lovely breasts! Padadise! And she leaned down and 
kissed mine. More Paradise.' The two girls, were now openly caressing each 
other....tits and legs.

'But it got even better. Within seconds we were on the hard tiles, and Miss 
Pritz was kissing me....I mean on my clit. I managed to get her trousers down a 
bit, and got my mouth on her, too. I can remember my head was really inside 
her trousers.'

'I always thought she didn't wear panties.'

'Not like you, Mary.' Sue had her hand now in Mary's crotch and was pressing 
and squeezing her lips through the thin nylon. '

'If I'd known you were going to do that, I'd have left mine off!'

'And I wouldn't have worn a bra!' Mary was really caressing the blonde's tits 
now. 

'Let's undress a bit. At least our dresses won't get crumpled, and it'd be fun.'

'What about the boys?'

'Speaking for Alfred....I'm sure he won't mind. And I'm pretty sure your John 
wouldn't mind seeing me in my undies!'

'You're probably right.' At all events, both girls were now stripped to their 
undies, and were kissing and caressing, thoroughly aroused, when they were 
interrupted.

The two 'boys' stood in the doorway, taking in the exciting scene in front of 
them. Their wives were embracing hotly, bodies intertwined. Stripped to their 
underwear....Sue in a bright blue teddy of some sort, and Mary in more 
traditional black bra , panties and suspender-belt, they suggested complete 
sexual pleasure. Mary was partly on top of Sue, but they could clearly see she 
was fingering the blonde's cunt. The panting and sighs were entrancing.

Alfred took no pleasure in interrupting. 'See, Joan. Look what these girls get 
up to when you leave them for a few minutes.'

The girls broke apart. Sue was astounded. 'Bloody hell.....'

Joan was wearing a white full length basque over white panties, and a thin 
black silk shawl. Her legs looked very good, very feminine in her tight, glossy 
nylons and high heels. And as for Alice! She had excelled herself in a black 
see-through blouse, scarcely covering her black see-through panties. Her legs 
were if anything even better, again in glossy stockings and black high heels. 
She had one of Mary's wigs, but Joan had just done her own hair in a more 
feminine style.

Mary spoke. 'Meet Joan and Alice.'

'You knew. You set me up!'

'Don't let us interrupt you, girls. We could see you're having fun..'

'Ok! But you two girlies, give us a show. Like you did last Monday.'
The two lay side-by side on the fur rug, and cocks outside panties sucked at 
each other. Mary embraced Sue, and whispered in her ear about the male sex 
show they were being treated to. 'I love to see them do that. It's so sexy to see 
those hard cocks. And you wait till they fuck each other. They will....' Both 
girls were now fingering each other. 

'I want to see you close!' Mary ran her face down over the bare tits, the lace-
covered belly, and so to her cunt. She pulled the blue fabric to one side, and 
opened the cunt lips. 'You're very beautiful.' Sue sighed, and opened her legs 
further. The two transvestites had now moved on to their stage two, and Joan, 
kneeling behind Alfred was preparing him to be fucked, licking and kissing his 
anus, spreading the arsecheeks with both hands.

A groan escaped the kneeling Alfred, and for a moment Sue looked up. Mary 
had pulled the cuntlips open one side and was probing the vagina with a 
finger. 'I hadn't realised John had such a good bottom,' said Sue. 'It must be 
the undies.'

'Not as nice as yours.' Mary allowed her little finger to penetrate the bottom, 
while the other finger still masturbated, and her thumb now stimulated the clit. 
Sue pulled at her nipples, first one, then the other, and moaned. She was still 
watching the 'boys' out of the corner of her eye. Soon she couldn't even do 
this, and she closed her eyes, feeling the orgasm approach. 

As it came, she missed her husband pumping his come, not into the rectum 
this time, but all over Alice's black suspender belt. When she recovered, it was 
to find her husband kneeling in front of his friend, about to receive him.

'My turn now.' Mary rummaged under the cushions and found a couple of 
dildos. 'This is what I like.  Sue fucked her with the flesh-coloured vibrator, 
while Mary vibrated her own clit. The boys were still fucking when she came. 
They lay together. Sue's teddy had been pulled down under her tits, and she 
had removed Mary's from their grey, lacy, covering, so they whispered 
together, naked breast to naked breast.

'I haven't done that with a girl since I left school.'

'I certainly have,' laughed Sue. 'And this .' She slipped down the tanned body, 
and grasping the wide-splayed, lovely legs applied  her mouth  to the open slit. 
there was a gasp. 

And then. 'No , both of us!' and Mary switched round till they were in a 
perfect sixty nine, Sue on top. The boys finished as John shot into Alfred's 
bum.

After a moment, the two men came over to their wives, and watched, fingering 
and fondling the while. 

'Mary for you tonight,' said Alfred.

'And Sue for you!.'

They were fondling, and it must be admitted neither of them was concentrating 
on his own spouse. However, it was effective, as bothgirls came, together.

They all un-scrambled, and the two men went off for some more drink.

'Alfred for you tonight,' said Mary.

'And John for you!'

                                    FIN





