A Cooperative Venture

by:	Marianne Wright

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Synopsis:	After vowing never to cross dress again Sidney tells his wife of his past and together they explore a new relationship.
Categories:	Crossdressing / TV
Keywords:	Use of Sex Toys

A Cooperative Venture

A note at the beginning: I was challenged to write a piece in which the protagonists were happily married. The bet was for wine. JT you owe me a bottle.

Chapter 1: Marsha Starts Anew

I stood in the middle of the kitchen looking at the mess I had made. Glancing at the clock I thought that I might have ten or so minutes before Marsha came in. I started washing the pot I had boiled the potatoes in and when that was finished, moved a few dishes into the dishwasher. I was just glancing up again when I saw the lights from Marsha's car as she pulled into the driveway. I looked around quickly. It wasn't a great job, but I had done my best.

Marsha and I had met about five years ago at a charity fair. She was searching for Christmas gifts and I had donated a few small pieces of stained glass. She bought two of them and we started to talk. I realized later that she was flirting a bit but being generally slow on the uptake in any social situation I missed the clues. Anyway Marsha wasn't what I dreamed of when I thought about women. My dream girl was petite and wicked looking.

Marsha could have posed on the front of a magazine call American Farm Girl. She was about five foot seven and while not fat in the least, she was large with that corn fed healthy look that seems to go better on a tractor than a dance floor. With her heels she was as tall as me but I seemed smaller because I have always been painfully thin.

But it was fun talking with her and we learned a bit about each other. I was 22; she was a three months older at 23. I worked at Gibson's Glass doing new stained glass projects and restorations. She worked in the parts department of an electronics repair shop and wholesaler. I liked my job. Marsha hated hers.

I learned that Marsha had gone to college for one semester and done poorly. Not having money of her own, but with parents just well enough off not to be eligible for a scholarship she dropped out and had been working at the wholesaler for three years.

We talked, laughed a bit and somehow I agreed to meet her and some of her work mates for a drink. It was two more dates and three weeks before she took me to her apartment and we went to bed.

Now I was not a virgin having had two very brief flings and Marsha seemed very happy to be in bed with me. After we both calmed down and were lying side by side on the bed we talked of more intimate things than jobs and hobbies.

"You're a great lover Sid," sighed Martha. "Wow."

I didn't know what to say so I just snuggled closed and stroked a finger at the base of her breasts.

"Ummm," Marsha sighed. "So how many lovers have you had?"

I was stunned. It never occurred to me that people would talk freely about sex or past lovers, but I was to learn that Marsha had no time for euphemisms, beating around the bush or whatever. By the time we were showered and having a drink she knew about Ann and June and I knew about Peter, David, and Sam and also about Mary and Carla.

I was even more stunned. "Mary and Carla." But while my head was whirling Marsha gave me a kiss.

She leaned against me and taking a sip of her beer said, "You're great. Let's stay together for a while."

We did. From occasional dinners and weekend outings, and going to bed from time to time we became more and more of a couple. Finally when I realized that we were best friends as well as lovers, I proposed marriage and in a small ceremony followed by a modest reception we became Sidney and Marsha Ward.

Before we were married though, we moved in together. I had inherited part ownership of a small house, more a winterized cottage than anything else, and was purchasing my cousin's share bit by bit. Marsha and I decided that we would start life there and when we needed more room we would either build onto the cottage or sell and move up.

Before Marsha moved in I cleaned house. Part of the house cleaning was giving away or junking some of the furniture. Her dining table was nicer than mine. Another part was getting rid of some secrets.

Marsha and I told each other everything and discussed the most personal things freely; almost. A few days before Marsha moved in I pulled a suitcase from the back of a closet and laid the contents on the bed.

It wasn't a lot. There were four or five panties, a couple of pairs of pantyhose. There was a skirt and a nice light weight summer dress. A couple of brassieres and a pair of shoes made up the rest. This was my collection, my fetish if you will, my comfort. Now I prepared to throw it away.

I decided that if I was going to marry Marsha I would turn my back on cross dressing. I would pretend it had never occurred. Now however, on this last night by myself, I was planning a ceremony. It may sound silly but I felt I owed my fantasies something for the pleasure I had received. Marsha was off with friends, the curtains were drawn and the shopping was done.

I slipped some leftovers into the oven and made sure that I had a bottle of wine in the fridge and then went into the bathroom to shower and shave. As the water poured over me I looked down and wished again that I could shave my legs and arm pits. I didn't have a lot of hair, but I had enough to show through thin pantyhose.

I dried off, put on a robe and went into the kitchen. The left over pasta and sausage was heating up and a sweet aroma filled the room. I filled two plastic bags with a pint of warm water each and carefully sealed them with twist ties, doubling over the twisted portion of the bags and twisting the ties over the fold to get a double seal. I trimmed off the excess plastic and carried the bags into the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed I pulled on a pair of panties and tucked myself in and then rolling up the hose slipped them over my legs feeling the soft and slippery nylon caress my skin. For a bit I just sat there with my eyes closed and let my hands rest on my thighs. I felt the comforting hug of the nylon and the different way the breeze felt when the fan swung in my direction.

After a while I stood up and slipped on a light blue bra with B cups and put in the bags positioning the tied up ends at the front so they gave the impression of nipples. I pulled the summer dress over my head and then, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror, went back into the bedroom. I carried a bag of cosmetics I had accumulated and put on some blusher, some eye shadow and pink lipstick. Then I added the simple gold chain and clip-on earrings I had and went back into the bedroom.

A moment later wearing sandals with two inch heels I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the image. I wasn't that persuasive but I also wasn't grotesque. The person looking back at me was androgynous rather than male or female. Stick thin and awkward looking but still acceptable.

Dinner that night was bitter sweet. I toasted the friend I was saying goodbye to and drank too much wine. I thought of the dreams I never fulfilled like going out in public or telling somebody, anybody, about my cross dressing.

When dinner was done I put away the dishes and sat with my wine and listened to the radio for a bit, then I loaded all my clothes and things into a plastic bag, walked around the cottage a few times opening drawers searching for incriminating evidence and finally put the plastic bag by the front door to go to the trash and feeling lonely and sad went to bed.

After four years Marsha and I remained a happily married young couple. We thought about having children and decided to put it off for a while. We traveled as much as we could on a limited budget. We worked on the house. We worked at our jobs. The problem was that Marsha hated her job and hated the alternatives available for a person with no degree.

Finally I suggested she go back to school. We looked at our finances and decided if she continued to work part-time and we kept our expenses in reason she could start taking courses at the local university and when February came around Marsha enrolled in English 101 and Algebra. Today was her first day of classes. She left work at 2:00 and was to be home at 6:30. I was not going to disappoint her.

Marsha came in dropped her bag on a kitchen chair and looked around.

"Wow, you've been busy."

"Yes, I thought you deserved dinner for taking this step."

Marsha came up and wrapping her arms around me giving me a kiss. We remained like that for a while, kissing and hugging. We rocked slowly back and forth. I could feel her full breasts pushed against me and also felt my erection growing.

Finally I pushed her away.

"Hey I slaved over this meal, let's not ruin it."

Dinner wasn't really that good. I wasn't a good cook, but Marsha appreciated the effort I made and we were both in a good mood. OK the mashed potatoes needed more milk and butter and the lamb chops were a bit over done but who cared. Over desert I pulled out my "back to school" present for her and Marsha almost cried as she looked at the beautiful maple lap desk I found on the web.

Later that night as we lay in bed Marsha made a purring sound and said, "I am really lucky."

"Huh?"

"No, I am Sid. You're wonderful. A lot of men would have wanted dinner made for them, or at the most ordered in Chinese or pizza. You made a real effort."

She stroked my chest a bit and let her hand drift down finding that I had become erect again.

"Ummm, ready for another round I see," she said as she rolled on top of me and we made love one last time before drifting to sleep.



Chapter 2: Floors and Cupboards

After a bit of fumbling we established a pattern. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I cooked dinner unless there was something I wanted to be out doing on my own. On Mondays Marsha shopped on the way home for the week's groceries and Thursdays I did a second shopping trip for anything else we needed.

I worked with Marsha on some recipes so that dinners were better and Marsha, with the bit between her teeth, studied hard in the evenings while I worked on some private stained glass projects in the basement.

By mid-April we were set in our ways and Marsha was happier than I seen her in a while. One evening as we were getting ready for bed she opened up a dresser drawer and shook her head. "Damn, I am almost out of clothes. Honey, could you do a laundry for me when you get home tonight? Just lights and not drip dry. Or throw them in before you leave for work and toss them in the dryer when you get back and I'll fold them after class."

I nodded agreement and the next morning as Marsha dived out the door to drive to work I tossed our underwear into the basket and put it in the washing machine. I put away the breakfast dishes, sipped some more coffee and drove the five minutes to Gibson's Glass.

As always when I entered the shop I felt a moment of pride. I was working at one of the premier stained glass studios in North America. We did everything from lamps to restorations of giant cathedral windows. Our work was featured in both crafts magazines and serious art journals. Having worked there for almost six years I now was in charge of some projects and my salary reflected it, though I wasn't wealthy at all.

I walked over to my work table and pulling the dust sheet off the work in progress looked over the piece. I was creating a stained glass insert for an office door. Almost eighty pieces of glass would fit together with a rectangle of clear glass in the middle on which the customer's name would be etched. I looked for a while at a bunch of grapes I was fitting together and then putting on my safety glasses and skin tight thin leather gloves settled down for a day's work.

When I got home that evening I glanced over the mail, checked the answering machine and was about to settle down with a magazine when I remembered that laundry. I moved it to the drier and went back upstairs to relax. Marsha would be home by six and we had leftovers from the ham she had made the prior evening. After a while I heard the drier buzz and I went downstairs to get the laundry and brought it up and sat on the bed while I separated Marsha's clothes from mine.

My briefs went in one pile, her panties in another. I had the t-shirts. She had the bras. As I put one of her C-cup bras onto the pile I thought about the time when I lived alone. I picked up the brassiere and felt the satin material and a flood of nostalgia washed over me. I remembered evenings in panties, a bra, tight jeans and a turtle neck sweater reading as the rain pecked at the window. I remembered hot afternoons after I came back from playing pick-up soccer with some buddies and showering, then sitting around in panties bra and a cotton bathrobe.

I was still sitting there feeling melancholy when I heard the front door open. I shook myself into the present and dropped the bra onto the pile and continued to separate and fold as Marsha walked in.

"Oh love, great, thank you." Marsha bent over and kissed the top of my head. "Work shat as usual. Did you get dinner started."

I said no and Marsha went to get the ham out of the fridge and I heard her bang around in the kitchen a bit before coming back to help.

"You didn't have to do the folding. I said I'd do it when I got back."

I decided to have some fun. "True, but you know how much I like your panties. I like them on you, off you, and taking them off you."

That was it then, and dinner was delayed as Marsha pushed me over and we wrestled, tickled and finally made love. When we were done we picked up the laundry which had been pushed onto the floor and had a late dinner while Marsha told me about the latest idiot who came to the parts window and I told her of the progress on the door panel.

The next Thursday, because it was warm enough to open windows and believe in spring time, I decided to just do a chef's salad for dinner. That left me a lot of time and while waiting for Martha to come home I decided to work on the cupboards. I spent almost three quarters of an hour sorting, taking stuff out to be tossed, labeling and was deep into it when she got back from class.

That weekend because the April rain ruined our plans for a bike ride I decided to mop the kitchen floor normally a job Marsha did and told her to study for her exams while I cleaned. I washed down the counters and putting away pot had a thought. I reached over to the door where Marsha hung her apron and slipped it on. In my mind I was a woman cleaning her kitchen and time passed quickly while I got the work done.

Later as we had lunch Marsha looked around the kitchen and complimented me on the work I done. "You're getting to be a real hand around the house you know."

I smiled and nodded but felt sadness. I liked the fantasy in the kitchen. I liked wearing her apron. I felt, not a need, but rather a desire to be the woman around the house. Marsha leaned back in her chair.

"Well the rain's not going to let up. How about we call Fred and Sarah and see if they want to join us at the afternoon concert at the university?"

I agreed and the rest of the weekend included the concert, Sunday papers, a bike ride when the rain stopped and then Monday was back to work and school and life.

Marsha was always more observant than me though and one evening as we sat down Marsha to study, me to watch baseball, she reached over and took the remote away from me, shut off the TV and turned to me.

"What's wrong Sid?"

I just looked at her puzzled.

"Sid, I've lived with you for almost four and a half years. You're not happy about something. You've changed. Oh you still love me I'm not worried about that but you look so sad. You're doing everything you can to make my going to school easier. You cook more, you clean and shop and do the laundry but something's wrong."

I denied it saying that everything was fine. I protested that I was happy she was in class, that work was great, sex was better and I was fine.

"You're lying to me Sid. There are some evenings when I swear you are about to burst into tears. What's gone wrong?"

I didn't know what to say. If I denied everything Marsha would know I was lying. If I tried to make something up she'd figure that out and if I told her the truth, well I just couldn't face the thought of what would happen then.

We sat quietly for a few minutes. "It's just some memories haunting me. It's nothing Marsha. It will pass."

Marsha leaned against me and put her arm over my shoulder. "I can't let it pass. When I see you like this it hurts me."

I started to cry. I was frightened of losing Marsha; I was lonely inside even though I was with my best friend and lover. I was confused and unsure of what to say. Finally after my sobbing calmed down I got up washed my face and sat down across from the couch and look at Marsha. I took a deep breath, made a few false starts and told her of my cross dressing. I told her of hiding it in high school and at the art conservatory where I studied glass work. I told her of the evenings alone before we were married and I told her of throwing away the clothes and never once cross dressing since then.

I had never seen Marsha really mad before. I cowered in my chair at the fury in front of me. Her face was bright red, she threw a class book across the room. It was not for a minute or so that I even understood what she was angry about.

"We are lover's Sid, husband and wife. We tell each other things. How could you not trust me? What do you think I am? Do you think I‘d kick you out, fall out of love with you. Sid you bastard I love you, you can't hide things."

This went on for a while and finally Marsha stormed out of the room to sit in the kitchen. I waited a while and then went in. I tried to hug her but she turned away. I sat down across from her at the table.

"I was scared Marsha. I thought you'd think it perverted. I thought you might laugh at me. I love you; I was scared I'd lose you."

We just sat for a while. Finally Marsha got up and opened the fridge. "Sid, do you want a beer?"

I nodded and she pulled out two. We sat and sipped quietly both of us sniffing and occasionally drying our eyes.

"Sid, I love you. You know that?"

"Yes."

"You can be a slob and cook me hotdogs. You can stay out late as long as you're not cheating on me. Hell you can get drunk and watch porno. But Sid, Sid, you cannot hide things from me. You have to trust me."

I just looked at her and felt tears start to stream again. I couldn't speak so I just nodded.

"Sid; the cleaning and the cooking, is that part of your, your well, dream?"

"Yes, I like pretending I'm the woman of the house."

"You've never worn my clothes?"

"Only your apron when I am cleaning in the kitchen. Anyway I don't think your stuff would fit me."

Marsha laughed. "Oh Sid I love you. I am angry now. Very angry and hurt, but I do love you. Let's go to bed."

Chapter 3: A Leg of Lamb

That Friday was a chilly day both in an out of the house. Marsha and I started and then failed at conversations throughout the evening. About 10:00 Marsha took a deep breath.

"What was your name when you dressed up?"

"What?"

"You know. When you used to dress up, what did you call yourself?"

I thought for a moment. Not that I didn't know the answer but what did it matter? "Kelly."

Marsha smiled; the first real smile I had seen that evening.

"I want to meet Kelly."

"No Marsha, please. I've left that behind. That was something from years ago. I decided that when we were married it was just going to be a regular marriage. Anyway I threw out all of my stuff. I told you. Besides, you'd laugh."

"Sid. I promise I will not laugh. I promise that if amused I will do my best not to show it. I mean when I came home with a bikini last summer you didn't laugh did you?"

Then for the first time since the previous night I laughed.

"No, but it was hard."

"I want to meet Kelly. What do you need?"

I looked at Marsha and thought a bit about her. Unlike me when it came to sex and relationships she was an experimenter and a risk taker. She had had male and female lovers. She told me of purchasing sex toys and sharing them with a female lover and she still had a waterproof vibrator that we played with in the shower.

"Well I'll need some panties that are pretty tight and firm. I'll need a brassiere. I wore a 38 B. I'll need some panty hose, though I think I could borrow a pair of yours."

"Oh no you don't; I don't mind you dressing up but you can't be the husband who wears his wife's dresses."

"OK then some panty hose and they can't be nude because the hair on my legs will show, and I need a dress or something."

Marsha looked me over. "OK I'll do some shopping tomorrow. You said you wanted to bike to Sorenson Pond and I don't like the hills. Be back by say 4:00. I'll also pick up dinner. Now stand up and let me take a measurement or two. Or, do you know our dress size?"

"I was a ten, but remember I'm about five foot nine."

"No problem I know a good and not expensive store at the mall."

"Marsha, I'll look stupid. I mean look at me I'm a bean pole."

Marsha came up to me and kissed me long and hard. "I like my bean pole and I have an idea of what will look good on you. Now let's take your pole to bed and get some fun in before we get some sleep."

The next morning I was up early and dressed for cycling. Sorenson Pond was 28 hilly miles away and it would take me about five hours, with a nice stop at the pond, to make the round trip. I kissed Marsha goodbye and she reminded to be ride carefully.

The day was perfect for cycling and when I got back at about 2:30 I was sweaty, a bit tired, and a lot more a peace with myself. I resolved that if I started to look ridiculous I would just explain to Marsha the truth and stop. Not being ridiculed was more important to me that just about anything else.

Marsha was in the kitchen when I got back and she was working on a leg of lamb.

"Ho, what's the celebration?" I asked.

"We're having a guest to dinner."

"What, what do you mean?"

"Kelly is coming to dinner so I thought I'd make a special dish."

I stood and thought for a moment.

"Marsha you are making too big a deal of this."

She turned and looked at me. "No Sid I am not. You've been moping around for a month now. You've told me about what it used to mean to you. I am OK with your cross dressing up to a point and I don't know what that point is. I am making a nice dinner because I want this to be a nice evening."

Marsha stopped for a second and scattered some pepper over the lamb. Then she turned to me.

"You're all sweaty. Go and get showered. Shave your legs and I've left you some clothes on the bed. Then come out and give me a kiss when I can take a breath next to you without gagging."

I went into the bedroom and noticed a bag on the bed. I took off my cycling clothes and tossed them to the bottom of the basement stairs. Then I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair as usual needed a cut, my beard was sparse but I still needed a shave. My face was still red from the wind, sun and exertion. I washed and lathered my face and very carefully shaved. Then stepping into the shower I shampooed washed and reaching out for my razor and shaving cream sat on the stool in the stall and shaved my legs, nicking them only once.

"Oh well," I said to myself "I can always say it's because I'm cycling so much."

When I was done I toweled myself off and went into the bedroom. The white plastic bag on the bed had a logo and the name "Grennata" was printed in blue on it. I opened the bag and removed two panties, a brassiere and a pair of pantyhose.

"Just put on the panties and bra and your robe and join me," shouted Marsha.

One of the panties was pastel yellow, the other pastel blue. Both were control type and lightly trimmed with lace on the front. I decided to use the blue and pulled them on. It was as if a wave of cold water had poured down my back. It wasn't just a shiver, I was actually shaking. I stood there in just panties and hugged myself waiting for the spasm to pass.

"Hey what's taking you so long?"

I shouted back that I would be out in a minute.

The brassiere was off white and 38 B. It wasn't low cut which I was happy about. I put it on and made the shoulder straps as long a possible. Then I put on my robe, brushed my hair and walked into the kitchen.

Marsha was sitting at the table looking at the mail. The lamb was wrapped in foil on the counter. I sat down and looked at her without saying anything. It was nothing to sit across from her in my bathrobe but knowing I was wearing panties and a bra made me feel all squirrelly and scared.

"Marsha why are we doing this?"

"Because, Sid, because I need to know all the parts of the person I love. What did you do for breasts by the way?"

"Oh I'll show you," I said and I ran the water until it was slightly warm and Marsha watched as I made plastic food storage bags into breast forms.

"Wow, nipples," is all she said.

Then I closed the robe and looked at her.

"Kelly, you and me are going into the bedroom and get you dressed."

Marsha took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She opened the door and pulled a multi-layered white dress with a pale green and blue floral print from the closet.

"You won't look ridiculous because I know the look for you," she said. "Think of that tall, slightly gawky British woman we see on all the mystery programs. You know the one that always has a tennis racquet or a hockey stick. Kelly's a great name for her and she probably is a games coach at the local girl's school."

Marsha took my robe and then helped me into the dress. It buttoned up the back and the sleeves came halfway down my arms. The neck wasn't cut very low and the hem came about two inches above me knee.

"I'm making an exception," said Marsha "Try on these open toed sandals of mine."

I put them on but they were too tight so I slipped into a clean pair of sneakers I had recently purchased. Martha sat me in from of the mirror, rebrushed my hair and used mousse in it. Then she handed me a lipstick tube saying that she had to guess my color, and used some of her make up to finish the job.

When we were done we stood side by side in front of the bedroom mirror.

"Well we need to alter the dress a bit and your hair is all wrong for you, but Kelly you aren't ridiculous at all. You know there is something I never told Sid, but Mary and Carla were both tall and very thin."

We just stood there for a bit then Martha put her arm around me with her hand resting on my hip. She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Come into the living room, let's have a drink and get to know each other. You know that style does well for you. Very country ladylike."

We sat in the living room and talked. After a while our conversation became our standard talk of friends, work, school and the only difference was that Marsha called me Kelly and not Sid. She went into the kitchen occasionally to get the lamb in the oven or do something with the potatoes and about 6:00 she asked me to help set the table.

I had a flashback. Just as I had said goodbye to Kelly with a little ceremony, it was as if Marsha was welcoming her back into the family with a ceremony. We put a tablecloth on the table and used the good wine glasses. Marsha lit a candle and dimmed the lights.

That night as we ate I tried to think of something to say. Finally I realized that the simplest was the best.

"Thank you."

Marsha just smiled and shrugged.

"No I mean it. I don't where you're taking this, but thank you."

We put away most of the dishes but didn't really clean up. Then Marsha pulled me over and kissed me. "Let's freshen up a bit."

I wasn't sure what she meant but followed her and we brushed our teeth and fixed our makeup. Then we sat on the couch for a bit. Marsha pulled me to her and kissed me. This time she put her tongue in my mouth and we clasped face to face. She pushed me back and lay on top of me.

"RRRRR," she growled. "I think I'm going to eat some country lamb tonight."



Chapter 4: Rules and Boundaries

Sunday was a day of newspapers, housecleaning and if the weather was good a walk or a bike ride. On occasion we went to church though we were pretty lax about that.

Marsha and I slept in and when the sun though the window became too insistent we finally rolled out of bed. The night had included a wild lovemaking session with Marsha calling me Kelly at the beginning but shouting "Sid, oh Sid" when she climaxed.

Now sitting at the breakfast table neither of us talked about my dressing up the night before. After breakfast as Marsha put away some dishes I went into the bedroom and put the panties, bra and other clothing in a drawer in my dresser. Then I washed up and dressed for the morning.

It wasn't until late afternoon that Marsha mentioned my cross dressing. She was studying at the kitchen table and then sat up straight and looked at me. After four plus years of living with her I knew the look she had when she was about to make some statement about life and my stomach tensed up.

"I've been thinking Sid. I can live with you dressing up and being Kelly from time to time. In fact it's sort of exciting in a weird way. But I've got to have some limits. Please don't borrow my clothes and don't surprise me. If you're going to dress up, let me know ahead of time. Other than that I'm fine with things. Or at least I think I am and we can go from there."

I just looked at her trying to think what to say. "Thank you" sounded wrong, so I just nodded and said, "I understand."

That evening we joined from friends at a barbeque joint and when one of them asked us if there was anything new in our life I said "no everything is pretty standard." Then I looked over at Marsha and realized that she had a funny strangled look that was quickly hidden by her glass of beer.

That night as we lay in bed she started to giggle and then laugh. It took a while before I could get her to tell me what was going on and she wouldn't until I promised with great and dramatic oaths never to let on she had "blabbed".

"OK, now remember you promised right. OK, (some more laughing) now Sarah was telling me a bit about they're sex life and we were comparing what we do in bed."

"Wait a minute" I interrupted. "You mean you tell Sarah what we do, I mean.. I.."

"Yes silly; woman discuss this, though I won't tell her about Kelly of course. Anyway she was commenting how Fred only recently felt comfortable nude in front of her even though they've been married almost as long as us. In fact he still can't make love with the lights on. Also she told me he had a lot of trouble giving up the strict missionary position. He blushes when she mentions sex, and well I was just thinking about how when he asked if there was anything new what would have happened if instead of saying "nothing" you said some thing like, "well Fred I dress up as an Englishwoman named Kelly and Marsha jumps on my bones."

I just sat there for a moment and then Marsha and I joined together in laughter. After that we turned the lights off, rolled on our sides and with our backs pressed against each other drifted off to sleep.

Off and on through out Monday at work I thought back to the weekend. I realized that what really bothered Marsha was not my cross dressing, but that I had hidden something from her. I tried to think of anything else I hadn't told her but could come up with nothing major. I hadn't told her about a couple of binge drunks I had gone on, or the fact that I was scared of heights, but the topic had never come up. Generally we had a very open relationship and trusted each other thoroughly.

By the time work was over and I was driving home I had decided that I had no further secrets to tell Marsha. I stopped at a florist on the way and bought flowers for the house and arrived at about the same time as Marsha.

We got out of our cars and she looked at the flowers and her face clouded. When we got in doors she turned to me.

"You don't need to apologize Sid and if those are...."

"I'm not apologizing. I bought flowers for the house. I spent a lot of time at work today thinking. I was wrong not to tell you about Kelly but I hope you can understand the fear I had, and still have. I have hidden nothing else from you except for some high school drinking and a fear of heights. The flowers are because I have decided that some parts of me that are Kelly are good, such as liking to take care of the house, and liking to have flowers around. That's all."

The next two weeks continued as they had before Kelly reemerged. The only difference was that occasionally Marsha would ask me a question such as "did you ever go out as Kelly?" I always told her the truth (I had never gone out of the house as Kelly. I didn't want to have sex with a man, and so forth).

One Sunday evening Marsha was done with her studies and I was reading a magazine when she sat down next to me with a newspaper section in her hand and showed me an advertisement from a local department store.

"That would look good on Kelly."

I just sat there. After a few seconds Marsha spoke again.

"Hey Sid, I'm just pointing out an outfit. That skirt and jacket with a t-shirt would look good on Kelly."

I just nodded not sure what to make of this. This was something I hadn't expected and I wasn't sure whether Marsha was just making conversation, trying to tell me that she was OK with my cross dressing or if she was trying to encourage me to show up as Kelly again. A moment later Marsha made it clear.

"You know, if you want to dress up it's OK with me honey. Why doesn't Kelly make dinner on Wednesday and I'll see her after class? Just remember none of my clothes, if you need me to do some shopping let me know."

I gulped a bit than stammered I could handle it and what did she want for dinner.

"Oh you can surprise me with the food Sid. I just don't want to walk in on another woman in our house without expecting it. That would be too unnerving."

I just sat for a while and stared at the magazine. It was Sunday, Marsha wanted Kelly to make dinner on Wednesday and I had nothing to wear.



Chapter 5: Dinner and Dancing

One Monday morning I talked with the Bill, owner of the glassworks, and got Tuesday morning and Wednesday afternoon off. I spent the rest of the day in a nervous state and had to redo a few of the solder joints on the window; a type of mistake I never make. None-the-less by the end of the day I was content with my progress and Bill and I agreed that the door and some other pieces I was working on were all a few days ahead of schedule. Neither Marsha nor I talked about Wednesday except that I mentioned I was taking a little time off from work to prepare for Wednesday and we left it at that.

Tuesday morning came around and Marsha, grumbling about her job, drove off. I had checked a few things on the internet and made a call the day before so I had a plan for the day. I hopped in my car and drove to a thrift shop on the outskirts of Maplewood where I used to do some of special shopping.

When I walked through the door I felt the combination of fear, excitement and eroticism that I used to feel five years earlier. I had called the day before and Ann was still working there so I arranged for her to open up a little early. While I never came out and said that I was buying clothes for myself there was no way she did not know.

"Hi Anne, how are you?"

"Hi Sid, long time no see."

I had forgotten that Ann spoke in a stream of clichés and trite phrases.

"Hi Ann I came to look around a bit."

"Well I thought you had fallen of the face of the earth. But, hey, you can't complain about the weather can you? I mean you picked a great day to do some shopping."

I had deliberately arrived just before the store opened and as I expected there were no other customers. I walked around the racks occasionally pulling off a dress or a skirt and holding it up. Finally I walked to the dressing room with a dress and my back pack.

When I was in the dressing room I quickly dropped my pants and took off my shirt. I pulled a brassiere out of my pack along with some rags from the cleaning rag bag (yes they were clean) and put on the bra and stuffed it. Then I pulled the dress over my head. It was a calf length knit in medium red with black flecks over it and had thin, but not spaghetti thin, straps. There were side slits then went up to just above the knee. Over that was a short buttonless jacket. I turned around and looked at myself. To really look good in the outfit I needed more hips and backside. I had to get some shoes as well and the white bra straps were screamingly wrong. These were things I could either deal with or would ignore. I took off the outfit and put it back on the hanger and put the bra and rags back in my pack. After I dressed again I went to the front counter and handed the dress and jacket to Ann. Then I went back to shopping.

The thrift shop didn't accept used underwear but it did sell some inexpensive new items and I found a black bra in 38 B. Then I sat down and started looking for shoes. I wear a men's size nine medium so I can wear a women's eleven with only a little bit of pinching. I looked through the racks and while I did not find exactly what I wanted I found a pair of black sandals (easier to fit into than regular shoes) with about a one and a half inch heel.

Ann did not say a word until I paid and all the clothes were in a bag.

"A hot night on the town? Going to cut the rug?"

I just laughed and tried to find the right cliché to make her happy. "Oh yes, we are going to get down and boogie." Then I left and was back at Gibsons before noon with the bag buried under some stuff in the back of the car. I also left my backpack there, not that anyone in the shop would open it, but better safe than sorry.

Unlike the day before, I felt calm and centered now that the shopping had been done. I worked quickly and without mistakes and by the time we were ready to shut down had made a lot of progress. Bill, I and a few of the other workers stood around in front of the glassworks and admired the early evening sky. It was a cool evening for early May and I shivered a bit. Finally Bill said that he had to get home and I commented that I had to get the dinner going for Marsha. The others made the appropriate end of the day comments and we went our separate ways.

When I got home the first thing I did was to put the bra in my drawer where I kept the pieces Marsha had bought me. I hung up the dress and jacket in the back of the closet and then got the mail, checked the answering machine and turned on the oven. It was a large roast chicken tonight which was easy and gave us leftovers for the next day or two.

I read the mail, tidied up a bit and then sat down with our cook books and tried to decide what to cook for Thursday. Marsha had made a nice dinner to welcome Kelly so I wanted to make something nice as well. I did know my cooking limitations and settled on baked haddock, boiled new potatoes, a salad and a pie from the local bakery.

When Marsha arrived at about 7:15 dinner was almost ready and we had a normal evening. For some reason I felt a bit shy in bed but Marsha was in the mood for love so I let her take the lead and she went on top and rode us to completion and contentment. As we lay beside each other stoking and fondling in the afterglow she said, "So any special plans for Thursday?"

I told her that I was working on something. She kissed me, told me she was looking forward to a good dinner and rolled over and shortly after was quietly snoring. I lay there and stared at the ceiling. Marsha seemed to be looking forward to Thursday night as much or more than me. She wasn't saying a lot about it but there were hints. I thought back about the things she had told me about her past. She certainly had tried a lot of different stuff. I decided that this was just another aspect of her loving sex in all its forms and fashions and with that in mind fell asleep.

I had the whole of Wednesday afternoon and evening mapped out in my mind. Marsha commented she might be a little late coming home and to build in another 40 or so minutes. I worked the morning at Gibson's and then with a shopping list in hand hit the supermarket. Fortunately we live near one of those megamarts which have everything under the sun.

I picked up a nice piece of fish, a bag of new potatoes, some salad fixings and bread. I also picked up some of the odds and ends on the shopping list. Then, drawing in my breath, I walked over to the aisle where they had the hosiery and pretending to look at my list stared at the racks until I found a pair of black pantyhose in my size. I also purchased some additional make up. Finally I grabbed a bunch of flowers and went to the check out.

As happened before when at the counter I felt as if the world was staring at me but no one said a thing and I left the store and headed to the bakery where I picked up a fruit tart. From there it was straight home where I arrived just as the mail carrier dropped off our few letters.

I had laid out a timetable in my mind and got down to work. Even though there a lot of work to do and it was already 1:15 I decided I was going to enjoy myself. First I put the perishables in the fridge, and then I closed the curtains and laid the mail on the table. Then I went into the bedroom and stripped naked.

I took the yellow panties and the white bra from the drawer and slipped them on and pulled my light cotton robe on as well. I put my outdoor sneakers on with white socks and went back to the kitchen where I grabbed some plastic bags and made up the breast substitutes. Finally I made a cup of tea, grabbed some chicken and leftover salad from the fridge and sat down to read the mail and eat some lunch.

After lunch I went to work on the kitchen cleaning the counters and putting away the dishes. Then I vacuumed the living room, tidied up the usual mess of magazines and papers and put the flowers in a vase. From time to time I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in a mirror or the glass on one of our pictures. Briefly seen it was a young woman casually dressed while cleaning house and I liked the image. As long as I did not stare too closely the illusion worked.

At 4:00 I made up a mixture of oil and herbs and putting the fish in an oven proof dish ladled the liquid over it and covered it so it would marinate for a few hours. I also made the salad and shoved it back in the fridge. I set the table putting our candle sticks in the middle and then slowly walked around the house neatening a bit here and there as I went.

As I walked or bent over, the weight of the breasts could be felt and the robe swishing about my bare legs sent cool wafts of air up and tickled me through the thin cotton of the panties. After a while I went back to the kitchen and sat down to drink some water and read a magazine. I was very happy.

About 5:30 I looked at the clock. It was earlier than necessary but I just felt as though I couldn't sit around anymore. I did one more glance around the house and went into the bedroom. After a few minutes of tidying up in there I got undressed. Unlike the last time when I hand washed my undies when Marsha wasn't around, this time I threw the bra and panties into the hamper.

I carefully shaved my face and then showered but this time as well as shaving my legs I also shaved under my arms. I figured if anyone else saw them and commented I could come up with some kind of story such as "hairy armpits gross out my wife". I shampooed my hair and stood there for a while just feeling the warm water flowing over me.

Then I got out of the shower and toweled off. Among the things I picked up at the store was a lightly scented powder and I dusted myself with this. Then I pulled on the blue panties and laid out the black brassiere, the new pantyhose and the dress. I put on the bra, adjusting the straps, slipped in the water bags and shifted the back band a bit until I felt comfortable. I looked at myself in the mirror. Unlike the plain off-white bra Marsha had bought me, this bra was black, a bit shiny with touches of lace on the top edges and between the cups.

I put my robe back on and went into the kitchen. If Marsha was home about 7:30 and we sat down to eat at 8:00 I would have to put the fish in about 7:20 and the potatoes shortly after that. It just before 6:00 now and too early to really do anything but I got the oven pre-heating and tried to waste time by looking at some designs I had sketched out earlier for a lamp we would be making at the shop. Finally 7:00 rolled around and I busied myself a little in the kitchen and slid the haddock into the oven. I washed the potatoes and dumped them in some water on the stove and went back to the bedroom.

A little mousse in my hair and some brushing and I felt it was as good as it would look. Then I applied a red lipstick I had picked up and some blusher and went to put on the dress. Of course once the dress was on I had to redo my hair and I was just slipping on the black sandals and giving myself a once over in the mirror when I heard Marsha at the front door. Show Time!

I went out into the living room and I remember how scared I was feeling. The sight that met me chased all of that from my mind. Marsha was standing in the middle of the room striking a pose. One leg was extended, her hand was on her hip and she was smiling to beat the band. She had on a fancy dark blue party dress, shimmery hose and very high heels. Her hair was up and she had obviously gone to the hairdresser that day.

I responded by also striking a pose and smiling and the two of us stood there about ten feet apart looking at each other. Finally I just said "Wow!"

"Do you like it Si.. I mean do you like it Kelly."

"Wow! I thought I'd be the glamour queen tonight but you've outdone me. I love it. You look great."

We stepped towards each and locked in an embrace. With my heels I was a little taller than Marsha even with her heels but Marsha was the larger person. We hugged and tongue wrestled for a bit. When we parted all I could think was that my lipstick was probably a mess. Then Marsha pulled me in for another kiss.

After I had neatened my makeup Marsha and I pulled dinner together, dimmed the lights and lit the candles. We sat side by side and our free hands wandered under the table. Part way through I slipped my hand under her dress and moving it up the hose found bare flesh.

"Stockings?"

"Uh huh. I thought they'd be fun for later on."

"You made such a deal out this. Thanks."

"No problem Kelly, I think I'm going to like spending time with you."

Some how the fruit tart and coffee never made it to the table.

After we put some dishes away Marsha turned on the stereo and slipped a cool jazz CD in and we danced together. I wasn't much of a dancer and I don't think Marsha ever had danced at all so we mostly rocked in time to the music with our arms wrapped around each other.

Marsha leaned her head against mine and whispered, "Oh Kelly I'm going learn a lot about you tonight."

I was startled and almost pulled away but Marsha held me close and then gave me a deep kiss with her tongue pushing into my mouth.

"You know Kelly, Mary and Carla were great between my legs. I used to grip them tight and they'd stay for a long time."

Her hands moved down and began to fondle my backside while her breasts rubbed back and forth. I could feel the water bags being pushed around.

"We don't even need to go into the bedroom," Marsha said.

She kicked off her shoes and then with one arm wrapped around me reached under her dress with the other and worked her panties down until they fell to the floor.

"Come with me girl and show me what you've got."

Now I have never been big on oral sex. I knew Marsha liked it and occasionally went down on her but she never pressed the issue. Tonight was different. She led me to the couch and then she lay down with one leg on the ground and one on couch. She put her hands behind my head and guided me in. Then she kept me there. I slid my hands up beneath her dress and grabbed her hips feeling the garter belt under my finger. As Marsha grew more and more excited her legs closed around my ears and I started to panic, feeling trapped in the darkness, moisture and odor. I had no choice though for whenever I started to slacken or back off Marsha would grab my hair or my ears and shove me back towards her mound shouting at me to not stop.

After what seemed forever Marsha finally loosened her grip and slipping my head out from under her dress she pulled me on top of her. Her mouth greedily sought mine and bit by bit she rolled me underneath her and kissed and fondled me. I almost believed she was dozing off she had gone so quiet when she pulled back her head, kissed me on the nose and rolled off me.

"Mmmmm. You're learning Kelly. You're much better down there than Sid is."

She pulled me off the couch and led me into the bedroom. There we undressed each other until I was just wearing panties and she was just wearing her stockings and garter belt. We hugged and swayed together as my erection kept pushing against her belly and she threw me on the bed pulled off my panties, climbed on top of me and rode me to an orgasm.

"I like the taste of me on your tongue," said Marsha. "I like playing with a girl again. I'm going to show you something else I used to do with Mary. But first I have a couple of presents for you."

Marsha got out of bed and I watched as she walked across the room her hips swaying back and forth. She opened the closet and pulled out two boxes. She put one by the side of the bed and then opened the other. I could see a mass of black and pink cloth in it and she pulled the material out and placed on the bed two short night gowns. They were the same except that one was in black lace and the other in pink. Then Marsha put the black nightgown on. It barely reached her hips and was fastened by one ribbon in the middle that she did not tie. It was transparent enough for me to see her nipples and outrageously sexy.

"You can guess which one is yours Kelly."

I smiled and put on the pink gown and knee to knee we hugged for a bit. I bent down and nuzzled her breasts for a while and then Marsha pushed me over and turned off the light. A little bit of a glow came in from the hall and we lay facing each other playing some more. Marsha slid down and took my now flaccid penis in her mouth. Then I almost screamed in shock when she slipped her fingers between my cheeks and began to fondle my rectum. For one thing she had never done that before and for another somehow she had managed to cover her fingers with something cold and slippery.

"Hush Kelly," she whispered and then took my penis in her mouth again. I felt myself grow harder as she played and bit by bit she inserted first one and then a second finger into my bottom.

"Marsha what are you doing?"

"Hush Kelly. Just relaxed and we'll have some more fun."

Marsha pushed on my bottom and played with her mouth until I came again. The she slid up to me and kiss me full on the lips again. This time though the taste of my cum was what I got and a tried to pull back but her hand was behind my head and she held me in and bit by bit I relaxed and kissed her back.

"When Mary and I made love there wasn't any man in bed. There really isn't one now is there Kelly? So I'll show you what we did."

Marsha got out of bed and seemed to be putting something on. Part way through she gave a gasp and a sigh. The she sat by the side of the bed and ran her hand up and down my chest.

"Kelly, you are going to have to trust me now. OK."

I said nothing.

"I said you are going to have to trust me. OK?"

"OK."

Marsha turned a bit more and taking my hand guided it toward her crotch. I shuddered as I felt a plastic rod sticking out and then following it down realized what she had put on.

"Move it back and forth Kelly."

Marsha cuddled my head against her breasts and rubbed my back. I slid my hand up and down the dildo in fascination. There was one end sticking out that seemed enormous while another end of unknown quantity slid back into her vagina.

"I made sure it was a small one to start off with because I figure you're a virgin. Now I'm going to put some lubricant on it while you get on your knees with your head in the pillow."

There was something so assured in her voice that I just rolled over and put my head in the pillow.

After a few moments Marsha grabbed my hips and pulled me back until my knees were on the bed but my feet were hanging in mid air. She spread my legs and pushed in between them. I could feel the dildo moving back and forth against my balls and started to whimper but she made soothing sounds and rubbed my back.

Then she reached back with one hand and telling me to relax started to push the head of the dildo against my anal ring. Every time I jumped she eased off until finally it seemed as though she had inserted a large log into my backside. Then slow she began to rock side to side and back and forth. As she moved the end inside her must have moved because she started breathing heavily and gasping and her rhythm picked up and the thrusts deepened. Finally she was shouting and banging into me while I chewed on the pillow and clenched my fists.

Oddly while it hurt a bit, it was exciting. I found that I was also panting and not just from discomfort or fear. I could feel something inside of me, other than the dildo, welling up and creating odd emotions. None-the-less when Marsha collapsed on top of me and we shuffled back onto the bed I was relieved.

She moved her hips a bit and slipped the dildo out and we lay face to face. The dildo lay between my legs and she was planting little kisses all over my face. I lay there confused. My backside hurt in fact it was throbbing. I realized Marsh was crying and I kissed her.

"I'm sorry Sid. I got carried away. Please forgive me."

I kissed her again. "Hey Marsha, don't apologize. Please don't. You've learned some of my dreams and I'm learning some of yours. I love you and that's enough."

We cuddled for a while and then Marsha got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back she was wearing panties instead of the stocking and belt. I got up to go to the bathroom as well and she told me she left a pair of new panties for me on the counter. They were pink and obviously part of the nightgown set. I slipped them on and crawled back in bed with her.

"Marsha?"

"Yes Sid."

"No Marsha, this is Kelly remember?"

"Yes Kelly."

"You can dance with me anytime."



Chapter 6: Relearning

The next morning I was sore and Marsha seemed almost embarrassed. I tried to lighten the atmosphere by saying how much I enjoyed the evening and I didn't know that she could dance, but she remained subdued when she went to work. She called me at work and suggested we go out for dinner, something we did rarely because we were always watching our budget.

That evening we sat on the terrace at the River Run Bar and Grill. No one was near us and we talked softly.

"I feel terrible about last night."

"No Marsha, why?"

"I feel as though I raped you."

Again I tried to lighten things up, "Well rape was never one of my fantasies but if..."

"Oh Sid, please be serious. You were all dressed up so nice and you made a classy dinner, and I got all dressed up and then I fell on you like some kind of predatory animal. You don't mean you liked it."

"Parts of it yes. Parts of it I didn't like. I like it when you take control, but when we were on the couch and I, well I mean I was, I was under your dress you were a bit rough. Also I think if you had told me ahead of time what you wanted to do I would have taken it better in the bedroom. I like being surprised but it was overload all put together."

I sipped my beer and looked around trying to find something to focus on. When ever I looked up Marsha was looking at me.

"Marsha?"

"Did I hurt you?"

"A little. I was sore this morning and I found a little blood on my panties, I put them in cold water."

"You should have worn a pad."

We stopped and looked at each other and the unintentional humor of the last comment made it through and we both smiled a bit. The waiter came with our food and asked if we wanted more beers. When he was gone I looked at Marsha.

"Can I ask you a very nasty question?"

"Nasty? Oh I guess I have to say yes."

"With Mary and with, who was it?"

"Carla."

"Right Carla. Also with the guys, your relationship; was it some kind of dominant and subservient thing?"

"You mean whips and chains and leather masks? No."

Marsha looked uncomfortable. I just stared at her.

"We tell each other everything."

"OK Sid. Yes and no. No it was not some kind of bondage and discipline type of thing. Mary and Carla and also Sam were pretty submissive, especially Mary who liked to be ordered around. You're not like that. You know what you want and do it. I am a dominant person and that's part of the problem at my job. It's all about being nice to the customer, who's usually a dunce."

"I like being in control. I like being on top you could say and Kelly was just so tempting."

"Stop right there Martha."

Martha looked at me with fear in her eyes so I had to talk quickly.

"Martha we all have our fantasies. You and I are lucky. We each live with a person who is willing to play along with the other. You're very lucky because Sid is an in charge person. I stand up to designers and tell Bill what I think of certain projects."

"How does that make me lucky?"

"You're lucky because Kelly likes to be the housewife. She likes to be cared for and made love to by a dominant spouse. I wish you had gone a little slower, I know my butt does, but you and Kelly make a perfect pair. Just don't try too much of that on with me though. OK?"

The ride home was much more relaxed. We had learned a little bit more about each other. Just before we turned into the drive I turned to Marsha.

"Do you thing in another 30 years we will still be discovering things about each other and how we fit together?"

"Probably, but you know we make a pretty good team."

I agreed and after we locked the car we embraced in the driveway kissing. Our neighbor from across the street saw us as he pulled out his garbage cans and whistled. We laughed and waved and went inside. Inside the door we kissed again and I pressed Marsha against the door and slid my hands under her blouse. She shook for minute then pulled me closer and little else was talked about that night.

Kelly was not mentioned except in passing for the next few days. My soreness was gone by Saturday afternoon and I sat on the bike seat with no problem. Marsha and I were riding around the neighborhood when she asked "Why did you never go out as Kelly?"

I explained it was a mixture of fear of exposure and the fact that I knew I would never be a persuasive woman. That and the fact the Kelly existed in the home.

"Oh you could pass as a woman with a little practice," said Marsha

I didn't reply trying to figure out why this was leading where I though it was.

"I'd like to go out with Kelly. We wouldn't go someplace with a lot of crowds or where people would get a good look at you. But I'd like to go on a picnic with Kelly or dinner in a dark restaurant or go to a movie. I miss having a girlfriend. There's Sarah of course but she's so busy that it's mostly on phone and anyway she's got Fred who's a fulltime project. I'd like to go out with someone nice."

I told Marsha I did not think I could do it but we talked back and forth and left it an open matter. A few miles later Marsha leaned over and asked another question. "When is Kelly's birthday?"

My bike actually swerved I thought the question so odd.

"Birthday?"

"Yes, I mean she has to have a story and the story has to have a birthday. I tell you what, it's almost June; we'll say that her birthday is the 6th. We'll have a party; I'll cook something nice and get Kelly a present. Anyway your birthday isn't until December and mine's not until September so this will give us a reason to have a private celebration each spring."

That seemed to settle it and we finished the bike ride with me still trying to think of something to say.

I guess talking about Kelly made me think about her as well because on Sunday we decided we needed to do some housecleaning and I told Marsha I'd like to do it as Kelly. She had no problem with that so I pulled on the yellow panties and the white brassiere. Then I put on a light blue t-shirt and a pair of running pants and tying a kerchief over my hair I joined Marsha as we pulled all the furniture away from the wall and proceeded to vacuum and mop every square inch of floor in the house as well as cleaning the front of the kitchen cabinets.

We took a break for lunch and finished by vacuuming the drapes as well. At 2:30 we collapsed on the couch together and leaned against each other. We were dusty and sweaty but I didn't care. I was Kelly and this was Marsha and I wanted her to know that I was not upset by what had happened earlier. I let my hand slide down into her lap and ran my fingers up and down between her legs. Marsha shuddered and leaned against me.

"Oh Sid."

"Who?"

Marsha froze for a second. "Mmmmm Oh Kelly."

After a bit Marsha stood up and tried to lift me up and carry me to the bedroom. Now Marsha is strong and I am light, but she's not that strong and I am not that light and we ended up in giggles back on the couch and the kissing and fondling started again. By the time we walked to the bedroom I was down to just my bra (though the water bags were left by the couch) and Marsha was wearing her unbuttoned blouse and unsnapped bra but her pants and panties were on the floor.

We tumbled onto the bed and I pushed my head down between her legs. In the back of my mind I knew that she had been sweating and this might not be pleasant but it was important that I show her that neither Sid not Kelly was upset by what happened on Thursday. Marsha responded by arching her back and gasping and I began to move my tongue up and down and occasionally nip the flesh of her thighs.

Just when I thought Marsha was going to explode she twisted and grabbed my waist. She pulled me around and we formed the 69 position and with our faces buried in each others nether parts exploded in orgasm. After that we just lay there stroking and kissing. I felt guilty because I was glad it had ended quickly and she had not pulled out a dildo. I also felt exalted by the sexual explosion we had both gone through.

"Hey Kelly, let's get cleaned up."

"MM?"

"We need a shower." And Marsha and I shrugged off the rest of our clothing and spent a long time pressed together in the shower, washing and playing and making slow sweet love with no penetration.

From there the days passed smoothly. Marsha's classes ended and she got a B+ in Algebra and an A- in English. She enrolled for a summer in course in Business but had a few weeks off and started putting in extra hours at work even though I told her we were OK if not rolling in money. The stained glass door was delivered and I was put in charge of a three person team building six, not quite identical Tiffany style lamps. Kelly did not reappear.

Occasionally I wondered if Marsha was deliberately not speaking about Kelly or if she was just accepting of the situation and did not think it required comment. We enjoyed the extra free evenings and bicycled around the neighborhood and ate late pick up suppers or went to a local bar with Sarah and Fred. Without my thinking about it June rolled around and Marsha reminded me that it would soon be Kelly's birthday.

"On the sixth, why don't you disappear for a few hours in the morning and we'll have a late birthday lunch?" said Marsha. "I've got some work to do. Also I'll lay out some clothes for Kelly, so don't worry about what she's going to wear."

I agreed and decided to spend the morning running errands and stopping at the library. I was curious about what Marsha had planned and got excited about dressing up as Kelly again. I was especially curious about what Marsha had bought for Kelly and a little bit scared as well.

On Friday the fifth I had trouble concentrating at work and divided the tasks up so that on top of supervising I had only the mindless tasks. I managed by making it a learning experience for the two least experienced members of my team. Friday night was no better particularly as Marsha had a smug look on her face that hinted at secrets and surprises. I was grateful when Saturday morning came and I could head out to the auto supply store, the garden center and the bike shop to lose myself in a morning of errands.

I arrived home a bit after twelve and the table was set with a spray of flowers in the middle and the house smelled of baking. Marsha came out with her apron on over a nice skirt and blouse and gave me a big kiss.

"Oh Sid you're a little earlier than I planned. Go and take a long shower and shave your legs, pits and if you wouldn't mind could you get those few hairs on your chest as well. If you want I left a pink can by the sink that's a depilatory. When you're done don't get dressed just come out in your robe."

I put my clothes away noting that there was nothing laid out for Kelly on the bed and went to take my shower. I shaved my face and pits and legs and then decided to try the depilatory foam on my sparse chest hairs. I followed the direction and finally after a long rinse toweled off and wrapping a towel around my hair as I had seen Marsha do, put on a robe and wandered into the living room.

Marsha was tidying up a little and came over and placed a kiss on my mouth. Her tongue pushed against mine and as she wrapped her arms around me one hand snuck under my robe and massaged by backside.

"Mmm, Kelly have I got a surprise for you. Sit here for a moment and I'll come out and get you. You are going to love this."

I sat down on the edge of the couch. My feet kept tapping the floor in anticipation and my mind explored all the possibilities from wonderful, a new dress, to horrible, some kind of bondage costume. I was in the middle of reminding myself that Marsha had said she wasn't into whips and chains when she came out and took my hand and told me to follow her with my eyes closed.

We walked into the bedroom and Marsha kissed me on the cheek. "Happy birthday Kelly, you can open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and looked at the bed. Laid out on the quilt was a summer weight dress in white with light blue flowers. It was two layers of not quite see through cotton and had the thinnest spaghetti straps.

"Oh Marsha, I can't where this. I mean my bra will show and I have to have a bra on. I will...."

"Wrong Kelly" said Marsha with a tone of glee. "Your' bra won't show because you will wear this bra." And she picked up from the bed a strapless lace brassiere in pale blue.

"Marsha, you are a love, but I think you've gotten the mechanics wrong. I mean how can I use the bags...."

"Oh ye of little faith," she chuckled. "Here's the biggest present of all.

Marsha leaned down next to the bed and picked up what looked to be a shoe box. "Open it up," she whispered.

I opened the box and started to cry and dropping the box grabbed her and began kissing her again and again.

"Oh thank you Marsha, oh thank you. But you've spent so much money, I mean how..."

"Lot's of extra hours now that school's out."

I picked up the box again and looked at the two silicone breast forms. I picked one up and felt the give and the weight and admired the nipples. In the box was a packet of double sided tapes, some cleaning solution and soft bags to store the forms. I just stared and felt more tears roll down my cheeks.

Marsha came up behind me and gently pulled my robe off. "I bought you an outfit. Start with these."

These were white stockings and I sat on the bed while Marsha helped me put them on, occasionally tickling me or kissing me. Then I stood up while she put a white lace garter belt around my waist and kneeling down attached the stockings.

"As long as I'm down here," she chuckled and taking my rigid penis in her mouth brought me to an orgasm. I sat back down on the bed breathless with my heart racing and Marsha took some tissues and wiped me clean.

She pulled a pair of white panties over the stockings and garters and then told me to stand up. Marsha took a breast form and attached the tapes and then helped me position it on my chest. Then she did the second form and telling me to hold them against myself for a minute went to the bathroom. I heard her using the toilet, washing her hands and rinsing her mouth.

"OK, let go. How do they feel?"

I felt the tug of the breasts on my skin and muscles. I turned a bit and felt them sway with me. My hands moved up and pressed against them.

"They are lovely."

"Oh I think so too, but you do need a bra with that dress. Here turn around" and Marsha slipped the bra around me and fastened the back as I tucked in my new breasts. Then she dropped the skirt over my head and buttoned the three buttons in the back.

"A few more things love."

Marsha handed me another box. "I guessed you might be a little larger than your black sandals."

There was pair of white sandals with two inch heels and lots of thin straps. As I sat down on the bed to put them on Marsha pulled a thin chain out of her bedside table drawer and put it around my neck. Then she clipped a thin chain around my wrist and lifted me up.

At this point I was in a haze bouncing back and forth between crying again and laughing and I barely felt her brushing my hair or applying some make up. It wasn't until we stood side by side and stared at our reflections that I managed to gasp out some words. I doubt I was making any sense but Marsha sensed the gratitude and kissed me.

"Kelly you are beautiful. I'm starving, let's eat some lunch."

We went into the living room and I froze at the door. "Marsha you'll have to pull the shades."

"No Kelly, I want this to be a bright sunny lunch." Marsha took my hand and pulled me into the living room and from there to the dining annex in the kitchen. "See, no one can get a good look at you when we sit here. Anyway who's to say I can't have lunch with a girl friend while Sid's away."

Lunch was a selection of salads, rolls and fruit and Marsha had chilled a bottle of white wine. I recovered enough to thank Marsha without crying and then finally started to ask questions.

"Where did you get the dress?"

"Laura Ashley at the mall. It was on sale."

"How much?"

"Hey, you don't ask the price of presents. Let's just say that with the extra hours I put in I almost covered the cost of your presents."

We took a long time over lunch and then sat in the living room side by side with out speaking. I looked around the bright room and realized that out of all the times I had worn feminine clothes this was the only time I had been in a room with no covered windows or dimmed lights. My spirit, already high rose further.

"Marsha, I love you."

"I know Kelly."

I stood up and walked to the small mirror in the hall. I could just see myself from the waist up and I turned to get a profile and putting my hands on my breasts pushed on them a little and let going feeling the weight pull on me. I stared at me face trying to decide if I could fool myself into believing that a woman was looking back. I was so absorbed that I did not hear Marsha come up behind me.

Marsha took a straw hat of hers with a blue ribbon and put it on my head. Then she handed me on of her small handbags and grabbed the large one she used every day.

"Kelly you are beautiful, I love you and yes, you really can go out in public as long as know one spends a lot of time looking at you. Time to take a drive."

I froze. Marsha pulled on me, massaged my neck, kissed my cheeks and whispered into my ear but I was frozen in total panic. Finally she muscled me out the door and down the three steps to the walk way and led me the few feet to where her car was parked. She opened the passenger door and said, "Remember sit down first, smoothing out your dress and then pull your feet in."

I tried to remember how she did it and got into the car and sat staring out the front window. Marsha got in beside me and buckled the seat belt across me breasts. Before she buckled herself up she leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"I'm talking to Sid now, not Kelly. Kelly got the birthday presents and they are nice. But I'm giving Sid a bigger present; Freedom."

We drove around the area for about an hour. In time I relaxed and watched the miles go by. Finally we arrived at a lookout point where we had picnicked many times and Marsha pulled the car into the lot. One other car was there but I could see no people so when Marsha got out of the car I followed, stumbling a little on my heels as I walked across the gravel.

We leaned against each other and looked out across the farms and the little river. I noticed a couple walking by and watched as they got in there care and drove away without giving us a second glance. The sun beat down on us and we just let time pass.

"Sid. I had to do this for you. I would have been content playing house with Kelly but I had to give you the chance to step outside at least once. I'll never push you to do it again though I hope you will. Do you forgive me?"

I thought for a while. Could I go out again? I decided yes though I wasn't ready to face people up close. I knew that how I phrased my answer was very important because I could hear the worry in Marsha's voice.

"We should come back here for a picnic love. I think I'd look good in capris and that t-shirt with the yellow flowers you showed me in the paper."



Chapter 7: A Class in Courage

That night with fingers and tongue I brought Marsha to a peak of sexual urgency and then climbed on top of her and brought her over the edge. Later she laid me on my back and pushing my legs up in the air looked down on me and using the strapped on dildo rode me until she came again. This time I was more relaxed and actually enjoyed the sensations. We lay joined together for a long while before our bladders forced us to part and seek relief.

Sunday I was Sid again and we did yard work and shopped. A new employee at the electronics shop who Martha liked came over with his girlfriend. Michael and Fran joined us for a light supper and then we went to see the local baseball team, enjoying the early summer night and the beer and popcorn.

For the next few weeks I would dress up from time to time and once I sat in the car as Marsha ran a few errands. We almost went on a picnic but the weather turned ugly and we stayed home and watched a movie instead. Finally I decided that I had to try something on my own and asked for a vacation day. Bill readily agreed and I told Marsha I was taking a day for errands and stuff and that Kelly would be around when she got home.

That morning I kissed Marsha goodbye and finished my coffee and paper at a leisurely pace. When I was done I went into the bathroom and stripping down, showered and shaved and made sure that there were no stray hairs showing on my chest. I attached my breast forms and as always just stood for a moment feeling the weight. Then I put on a bra and summery blouse we had ordered from a catalog along with a pair of capris. Then I put on some sandals and stood and looked at myself.

It had been months since I had had a hair cut and while Marsha trimmed it from time to time it was getting pretty long. At work I now wore it back with a rubber band. I brushed my hair and used a little spray to arrange it in a fashion that seemed to work with my face. I applied lipstick, a little blusher and a touch of eye makeup. Then I put on the small watch I picked up at a garage sale and took a last look.

I knew that it was a man in the mirror but I reminded myself that Marsha said I could pass and I wasn't going to attract any attention. I took the small bag Marsha allowed me to borrow and dropped a comb, my lipstick, some tissues and my wallet and car keys in it and walked to my car.

The walk to the car was the hardest part but no one was out at the time and I was almost a block away before anyone saw me. I cruised along listening to the radio and almost forgot that there was anything odd about what I was doing. As the signs for Maplewood began to show up my stomach tightened again but I kept driving and parked the car outside the thrift store and walked in with my head high and bosom out.

Ann looked up briefly smiled and went back to folding some garments. As she folded she asked if she could help me and I responded with a cliché sounding comment. "It's hard when an old friend doesn't say hello."

"Ann looked again with a puzzled expression and then came around the counter for a closer look."

"Oh good lord. Strike me dead. I mean is that really you Sid?"

"Hey Ann keep you voice down. No it's Kelly, that's the name, and I need some clothing, but I thought I'd check out your reaction first."

With Ann following me around the shop spouting clichés ("You're looking like a ray of sunshine") and advice ("keep your arms a little closer to your side when you walk) I slowly moved through the racks and shelves. I did not need anything specific. This was a test of my confidence. I selected a nice pair of slacks, a flannel shirt for the fall, a nice polo shirt and a sleeveless blouse. Then passing by the shoe aisle I spotted a pair of fancy flip flops that were one step nicer than poolside but not formal at all. Finally I picked up a handbag so I could stop borrowing Marsha's.

Ann and I went to the counter and I stood there for a bit while she checked out another shopper. The woman gave me a quick glance and then turned back to her pocket book and ignored me. When she was gone Ann rung up my purchases and I was glad to see they came under seventy dollars.

"So Ann do you think I can pass?"

Ann looked me up and down and then sighed. "Not really. Oh you're fine for a quick glance or at a distance. I mean that woman in front of you gave you the quick once over and then moved on. Or you could walk by some one, but if you spend time with another woman they'll figure you out in a minute or two."

"What am I doing wrong?"

"Oh honey you look as right as rain. It's that you're a diamond in the rough, neither fish nor fowl. It's not something you're doing wrong. You are doing everything right. It's like looking at a paint by the numbers picture where you can still see some of the lines beneath the paint and the color isn't quite right."

I nodded. I hadn't hoped to be perfect but Ann was correct. Given more than a quick glance Kelly would be seen for what she was; a paint by the numbers job. I thanked Ann and taking my purchases started toward the door. Ann caught up with me and put her arm over my shoulder.

"Kelly is it? OK Kelly, Rome wasn't built in a day. Keep at it and you'll do fine. Remember it's what in you that counts and I didn't spot you for a while. In fact you could have walked around the shop for an hour and until you came up to pay I would not have known. And that's the honest truth."

I thanked Ann again and went out to my car. Despite being disappointed I was determined to finish the tasks I had outlined for the day. I sat in the car for a minute thinking about what Ann had said and realized that I could not be disappointed. I had told myself that Kelly was not perfect. Ann and Marsha both said that I could pass at a glance or a distance.

I started the car up and drove back about a mile pulling in at a drug store I had passed earlier. There I went to the cosmetic aisle and chose another lipstick and some more eye shadow. I was wandering for a bit when I spotted a display of herbal scented bath salts and decided those might be fun as well.

So far the only major work Marsha and I had done on the cottage was to redo the bathroom. One of the big improvements was to rip out a small closet and install a separate shower and then replace the tub with a larger one with the taps coming in from the side. It was a little tight but we both could fit in if we wanted. The idea of the two of us soaking with the salts sounded nice.

The girl at the register gave me a second glance and then proceeded as if nothing was odd so maybe I fooled her. I don't know. The two men who stepped out of the way in the parking lot smiled and I am sure didn't figure out anything. Kelly might not be pretty but with B-cup breasts on a thin five foot nine figure I had some assets.

I drove home and made a simple lunch. I still drew the blinds in the living room but I left them open in the kitchen. I could reach the mail box by barely opening the front door and brought in the mail and ate left-over steak and salad as I looked through the junk mail, sorted the bills and read a postcard from a friend taking a week in Mexico.

I had no plans for the rest of the day so I just put away clothing and neatened things up. Then I pulled out my sketch pad and a book of abstract art and got down to playing with designs for stained glass while the radio played in the back ground. Time passed pleasantly and I got a beer about 3:00 and put my feet up on the coffee table and closing my eyes sipped and listened to jazz. From time to time as I moved I felt the breast forms sway and tug at me, and then I just stopped for an instant and smiled.

I lost track of time and was daydreaming when the phone rang and jarred me awake. I walked across the room and picked it up.

"Sid it's Marsha I've been in an accident."

My heart started to race. "Marsha what happened. Are you OK? Where are you?"

"I'm just shaken up but I can't drive home. The car is really banged up. That bastard was on the cell phone."

I quickly found out that she had been second in line at a red light when a driver making a right hand turn, and talking on the phone, lost control and crossed the lanes hitting her car just at the driver side rear wheel well. Marsha insisted she was OK but I could hear the shakiness in her voice. I asked if she had called AAA and told her I'd be right there.

I called AAA and got them to send a tow truck and grabbing a windbreaker ran out the door and jumped in the car. The accident was only about 20 minutes away and I tried to calm down and not speed, none the less it seemed to take for ever and every slow driver in New Jersey was in front of me.

I expected to see police cars with flashing lights and maybe an ambulance when I reached the scene but all I found was one state trooper with his flashers going and the AAA truck which miracles of miracles had beaten me to the scene. Marsha's car was on the side of the road with an enormous dent in the rear and a new Volvo was on the other side of the road with the front end looking very unhealthy.

I pulled up behind Marsha's car and saw her get out and hurry toward me with an odd look one her face.

"Kelly, I thought Sid was going to come and pick me up."

I wasn't sure what she was saying and just stared. "Are you OK?"

Marsha leaned close to me. "Thanks for hurrying Kelly, that blouse looks nice."

"Oh my God." I just stared eyes wide. "Oh God."

I did not have too long to think about it because the tow truck driver and the trooper were coming over. I turned and faced them knowing I'd just have to deal with it.

The trooper ignored me entirely and started talking to Marsha.

"Here is some preliminary paper. We have two descriptions of what happened so I think your insurer will have no problems finding that you were not at fault. If you need the accident report, just call the number on the bottom in two days. Here's your license and registration."

The tow truck driver passed Marsha a form to sign and handed her the AAA card and saying something about the garage he'd tow the car to, gave us both a look over, smiled and walked back to his truck.

I walked Marsha back to my car and opened the passenger door for her. She got in and I walked around and sat down in the driver' seat.

"Marsha are you OK?"

"I'm about to have a fit of hysterics but I am not sure if I am going to be screaming, laughing or crying."

"Huh?"

Well I have a terrible day at work, then some driver nails my car, then I call my husband to pick me up and instead of him my girlfriend arrives. Christ, how am I supposed to react?"

"Marsha I'm really sorry. I was waiting for you at home and when you called all I could think of was getting to you. I didn't even remember how I was dressed."

Marsha turned. "That's the part I'm laughing about. It's sweet that you were so concerned that nothing else was in your mind. Let's go home."

After we got home and I listened to the story of the accident for the fourth or fifth time I had an inspiration. I told Marsha to get undressed and come into the bathroom. While she was getting ready I turned on the bath water and added a scoop of the herbal bath salts. I ran back to the kitchen and was coming back with a glass of wine when Marsha walked out of the bedroom.

She looked in the bathroom and then saw me with the wine glass. She just smiled then gave me a peck on the cheek and slid into the bath, shivering a little from the heat and leaned back. I put the glass on the sill near her and sat down on the toilet.

Marsha I'm sorry about coming out dressed like this. I was just so worried."

Marsha leaned back and smiled with her eyes closed. "Sid there is nothing to apologize for. I needed you quickly and you were there for me and that is what counts."

I kissed her and left the bathroom. I changed into a pair of sweats and removed my make up and brushed my hair straight back. I hung up Kelley's clothes and went back to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Can I come in."

"Sure."

I walked in and sat by the side of the tub and started to massage Marsha's neck. She smiled and leaned into my hands. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. "Sid I have to ask a question."

"Go for it."

"If you remembered that you were dressed up and I said I needed you immediately would you still have come or would you have changed."

I stopped massaging her neck and thought for a bit. I tried to imagine the situation. I replayed the scene in my head. I faced the police officer. I felt the tow truck driver's eyes on me. I made a decision.

"Yes I would have come as Kelly, but I would have taken a moment to check my makeup and hair and I would have been scared shitless."

Marsha smiled and kissed my hand. "You're really brave when you need to be. I love you. I love you both so much."



Chapter 8: Ugliness

The morning after the accident Marsha woke up stiff and sore and I insisted that she take a sick day. She stayed and dealt with the insurance company and relaxed.

Much to our surprise the insurance was no big deal. They arranged for a rental car and had an adjuster check out the car quickly. The damage was less that I expected and Marsha had her car back in about two weeks. Her summer class started up again and I put in a lot of overtime at the glass shop.

We seemed to be getting more and more frazzled as work and school piled up. Marsha would come home from work irritated or even visibly angered speaking loudly about the idiots she had to work with. More than one of the customers would go beyond flirting with her and her boss had told her to just smile and serve them. I suggested that she think about quitting and finding a part-time job some where else but that discussion went nowhere.

One morning as Marsha was leaving for work she asked me if Kelly could make a dinner for her that evening. I was surprised because until that time Marsha had accepted Kelly, and even enjoyed her, but had never made the first move. I agreed and made sure that I did not get roped into overtime that day. One the way home I picked up some flowers, pork chops and sweet potatoes.

I hadn't planned on doing anything special. When I got home I brought in the mail and closed the living room blinds and then took a quick shower, shaving my legs and armpits. I tried to decide what to wear. Marsha was dressed in her standard casual slacks and polo shirt when she left. At work she'd change and put on a company logo shirt, but for school she usually just dressed in a laid back manner.

I decided not to get dressed up fancy and slipped into a yellow skirt I had picked up at another visit to the thrift shop, and light blue and white button down blouse, white panties and a white brassiere. I wore the flip-flops and put on only a little make up. Then I got to work on dinner.

Baked pork chops and mashed sweet potatoes are an easy meal to make and I had time to neaten up the house a bit and put the flowers in two vases, one in the living room and one on the dining table. Then I sat down and read the mail while waiting for Marsha.

When Marsha came in she smiled and gave me a big kiss with a lot of tongue. Her hands dropped and massaged my buns. Our breasts bumped back and forth and I could feel her warmth. There was a pleasant odor of lilac powder, sweat and sexual excitement and we stood and kissed until the timer buzzed and dinner was ready.

Over dinner Marsha explained that she missed Kelly. It was nice to have another woman around the house occasionally. I just smiled back and actually felt a little blush when Marsha's eyes drifted to my bosom and I could feel her staring and the little points showing through the fabric where the nipples poked out.

The odd thing was that through out the evening even with the hugging and kissing I could feel an extra tension even anger in Marsha. It seemed to be linked to her job and she went on about the stupid manager, the customers who came in needing "a part for my fan, I don't know the number but I made a sketch." and life in general. As the meal went on Marsha grew angrier and angrier.

During the dinner Marsha would occasionally ask me to get something for her such as another glass of wine or some butter. Normally she would get up and do these things herself. This night she asked for things in an abrupt manner. By the time she was finished eating she had drunk three large glasses of wine and was distinctly unlike herself. When dinner was over she said "Kelly you can clean up. I'll be in the living room."

I was a little surprised and miffed but I could sense that something was badly out of balance and besides I liked to do the household chores. I put on an apron and cleared the table. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and set the baking dish to soak. Then I neatened up and came out to see Marsha just sitting in the couch. She wasn't reading or watching TV. A newspaper lay on her lap when I came into the room she just looked at me.

Marsha stared me up and down and then pointed to the floor next to the couch. "Sit here Kelly."

I was shocked and didn't move.

"Damn it I said sit down here girl! Now!"

I came over and started to sit down slowly but Marsha grabbed my arm and pulled me down hard. I sat on the floor and leaned against her leg. I could hear her muttering under her breath and caught occasional names I recognized from her job. Her hand was on the back of my neck and she was kneading the muscles harder and harder.

"Marsha, you're hurting me."

Marsha brushed the newspaper aside and I pulled back as I saw she had gone back into the bedroom and put on the harness and a dildo while I was cleaning up. She had pulled her pants back up and the dildo pushed through the open fly. It was larger than the one she had used previously and unlike the pink gel pole of the past was a realistically veined monstrosity.

Marsha grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me over.

"Suck on it Kelly, come on, I want to feel it move in and out."

Her hand forced me closer to the dildo and finally I gave in and took it in my mouth. I moved up and down and I could hear her breathing grow faster. She bucked and shouted and then calmed down. I tried to get up but she kept her hand on my neck.

"You'll get up when I say."

"Marsha what's going on?"

Marsha grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. "Quiet. I am not in the mood for talk." I saw that her other hand was under her blouse moving around on her breast and she still had an angry look on her face. I reached out a hand and started to move it up and down between her legs but Marsha took my hand and moved it to the dildo. I slid my hand up and down the shaft and Marsha pulled a tube of lubricant from her pocket and squeezed some out some on my hand.

Then Marsha stood up and bent me over the arm of the couch. She reached under the skirt and I felt the cloth of the panties being pushed to the side and the head of the dildo pushed up against me.

"Marsha, please I ...Uhhhh!" I grunted almost screaming as Marsha thrust the large rod deep in me and started moving back and forth. This was not like any of the previous times. It was more as if she was attacking me than having sex. When she slammed into my backside my thighs would hit the arm of the couch and the breasts forms would swing. Even with a bra on the pull on my chest was painful, but every time I tried to say something Marsha slammed in harder making me grunt or yelp finally with her hands clutching my shoulders she started to grunt and shout and then came to orgasm for the second time.

She pulled back and I felt the dildo pull out of my backside. I started to stand up but she pushed me roughly back on to the couch. She flipped my skirt up so my backside was exposed.

"Just stay like that. I don't want to see you move a muscle."

I could hear Marsha moving around the room behind me occasionally bumping into the coffee table or a chair. Then I heard her walk over to me and felt her hands on my back. I tensed waiting to me penetrated again but she just pulled my panties off. Then she grabbed the elastic waist of the skirt and hauled that down pulling it from under my feet so roughly that I fell hitting my stomach on the arm of the chair.

"Marsh tell me..." I got no further as I screamed as her hand slapped my backside and the crack was like a rifle shot. Then she grabbed the blouse and pulled it so hard that the buttons popped and I could hear fabric tearing. The brassier was next and I was leaning over the couch with butt in the air and my tits swaying back and forth.

Marsha moved behind me and grabbed my hips and again thrust the dildo deep inside. She began to plow deeper and deeper and I could hear her cursing someone saying something about, "frigid" and "tight ass". This time when she came she collapsed on top of me and lay there for a while.

After a few minutes she pulled back twisting as she did which sent a shock of pain through my rectum. She stumbled off to the bedroom bumping into the door frame and slammed the door shut.

I just lay there on my stomach crying and trying to think what had happened. My buttocks burned where she had slapped me and my rectum was sore. Occasionally it would spasm and the pain was enough to make be groan. I got up and went to the bathroom carrying the remains of my clothing. I took off the breast forms but could not put them away as the bags were in the bedroom. I sat on the toilet and wiping myself clean saw the blood on the tissue. I put a pad in my panties.

I went back to the living room and pulling a throw around my shoulders just cried. I did not know what had happed at first and then I realized I had been raped. Marsha had raped me. She had gotten drunk and angry about something at work had taken it out on Kelly by abusing her. I sat and cried and in time fell asleep.

Some time in the dark of the pre-dawn I woke up and tried to make out the sounds I was hearing. The light was on in the bedroom and I could the glow beneath the door. I listened to the sounds of sobbing coming from the room but I was too hurt and angry to get up from the couch.

After a bit the door swung open and Marsha ran into the bathroom. The door closed and I could hear her being sick with retching sounds that made my own stomach churn. After a while she stumbled back into the bedroom. I just sat in the dark and looked at the open door.

"Sid. Sid, please come here."

I did not move.

"Please Sid. Oh God. Please."

I got up and walked into the bedroom. I wrapped the throw over my shoulders and stood by the door. Marsha was curled in a fetal position on the bed crying. I could make out enough of what she was saying between the sobs to realize she was trying to apologize but I just could not make myself move to be beside her.

Then Marsha jumped up and ran to the bathroom again and I could hear her vomiting until finally she reached the state of painful, dry heaves. I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of ginger ale and going back handed it to her. Then I went back into the darkened living room and sat on the couch.

Marsha came out and sat on a chair. She had wrapped a blanket around her. I didn't look directly at her. I could hear her sniffing and knew that she was still crying but emotionally I was numb. The anger and fear I had felt earlier had been compounded by betrayal. I could not cry or give comfort.

"Sid, I'm sorry. I..."

"You raped me."

Marsha gasped and sat up straight. It was as if I had hit her. I knew I was being hard but I felt no reason to hold back.

"You raped me. You forced yourself on me, you hit me, you abused me, and you deliberately humiliated me. When I tried to ask you to stop you hit me."

My anger swelled and the numbness that had given me some degree of separation fell off.

"God damn it Marsha. What did you think you were doing? You threw me down and took me as if I were some piece of trash. You bitch. You total unfeeling bitch. What were you thinking?"

By this time I was shouting and I realized that with the windows open even at 3:00 am people might hear us. I closed my mouth. Somehow I had stood up and walked until I was directly in front of her though I can't remember getting up from the couch. I went back and at down.

We just sat there not looking at each other. Slowly light filled the room and when the clock struck 6:30 I looked at Marsha.

"I'm staying home from work. It's time for you to get dressed and get ready to leave."

I just sat at on the couch looking at nothing. I ignored Marsha as she moved around and finally, without eating she left. She tried to say goodbye but could not manage to speak. After a while I showered I got back into my sweats and made sure there was a pad in my men's briefs. Then I cleaned up the kitchen and put away the clothes scattered around the living room. As I picked up the torn blouse I started to cry again and lay on the couch sobbing.

Bill was concerned when I called because it had been almost two years since I had taken a sick day but I lied and said I had a stomach bug and had been up all night. He told me to take care of myself and that the shop would survive without me.

The rest of the morning I just sat on the couch and stared at the wall trying to figure out what had happened and why Marsha had done what she had. I tried to blame it on the amount of wine she had drunk, or the tensions at work, or on myself for be a cross-dresser but I just could not move away from the fact that it was she who attacked me.

About noon the phone rang. Marsha was calling to tell me she was coming home. I said OK but nothing more and was still sitting when she came in. I could tell that she had been crying and had never seen her look so miserable.

"Sid. I can't tell you how bad I feel about last night. I've been trying to figure out what happened or even what to blame. It wasn't because I drank too much. In fact I know that I was drinking to have an excuse to act like that. I was angry and frustrated and looking for someone to hurt and Kelly was there."

Marsha drew a deep breath and I knew she had spent a lot of time preparing her speech.

"I don't know how to re-earn your trust. I love you and I love Kelly. I can't lose you and I don't want to hurt you, ever, ever again."

I looked at her directly for the first time since dinner.

"Quit your job."

"What?"

"Marsha, quit your job. It's killing you and it's killing our marriage. I don't know what's going to come of this. I'm hurt, I'm numb. I know that you were using me last night and I don't like the person you were then. But, you have got to get out of that place. We have enough money that we can keep up the payments on the house and we won't starve. But if you keep coming home all messed up we won't survive."

I signaled Marsha to sit on the couch next to me. We sat side by side not touching for a while and then she put her hand, almost timidly, between us and I covered it with mine.

"Sid I swear I will never hurt you or Kelly again."

"I know. I know. I'm going to make a cup of coffee. Do you want some?"

"Yes please, I guess in a way we have to start over don't we."

"Yes I guess we do. I'll start by saying that I love you Marsha. I can't forgive you now, but I still love you."



Chapter 9: Recovery and Discovery

It took a long time for Marsha and I to come to terms with each other. She felt guilty for what she had done and I could not help but feel guilty because I was having trouble forgiving her. I guess this is where counseling would have helped but neither of us thought about that. We danced around each other, going overboard with politeness and doing extra favors. For almost two weeks we were not intimate at all.

One evening after Marsha had come home from work I told her that I was going to dress up and after showering I came out without the breast forms, but in panties and Kelly's bathrobe. I sat in the chair and read a magazine while watching Marsha out of the corner of my eye. She was sitting almost rigidly pretending to read.

"Marsha you and I have to deal with the past. I am working on forgiving you. You already know that I love you."

Marsha came over and sat by me. I leaned against her and kept reading. I could feel that she was still sitting rigidly. On previous nights I had tried to make love to her but she shied away from me often crying. I was worried about her and I was worried about us. My approaches as Sid had failed, now Kelly would have to try.

I let my hand lay on her thigh. I didn't move it or do anything overtly sexy. I just leaned against her. After a while her head leaned over and lay on my shoulder. We said nothing just sat touching.

"Love, if you want I can go and put on my men's clothes."

"No this is fine. (sniffing sounds) I was so terrible to you. Sometimes I hate myself so much. What can I do?"

I straightened up and took hold of Marsha's shoulders and forced her took look at me.

"One make love to me; either as Sid or as Kelly. Not just have sex with me, make love. Two, quit that damn job. Three, promise me that if you are ever angry or frustrated you will tell me about it, not try and just bottle it up. Four, kiss me."

She kissed me. It wasn't one of her deep probing kissed that she did with Kelly. It was just a kiss on the lips but it was a start. I kissed her back and put an arm around her. She slipped a hand under my robe and rubbed my chest occasionally playing with a nipple. I responded by putting my hand on her breast and squeezing.

"Oh Sid, I never ever want to hurt you again."

We were silent then as we led each other into the bedroom and cautiously, like virgins, discovered sex for a second time.

Later that night, as we sat down for a delayed dinner, Marsha looked at me.

"Remember a while back when I asked if Kelly would come with me to the Lakeside fireworks on the Fourth of July? I really would like it."

I smiled and agreed. Fireworks and other loud events were a bone of contention between us. Put Marsha between a loud band and a thousand screaming people and she was happy. Add explosions and she was in heaven. I liked quiet. I knew she wanted to go to this particular show and tried to persuade her to find some girl friend to go with but she was set on going with Kelly.

It would be a good safe trip. After a while the sky would darken. It was an hour's drive from where we lived so the chance of meeting someone we knew was slight. And most of all every body would be looking up and going "oooh" or "ahhh" so no one would be taking a close look at the skinny woman and the farm girl.

Marsha gave notice the next day and was told to leave immediately with a week's pay plus the eight days of vacation she had stored up. We celebrated that night and then spent time going over expenses, what we had in savings and how much she would have to earn working part time to help keep us solvent. When we were done it was a nice surprise to find out that if she could earn $160 a week in take home we would be in the black with some breathing room.

I kept thinking about the Fourth and trying to decide what to wear. Marsha decided we would arrive early and have a picnic. I planned the food we would bring. We put our heads together and decided I needed one more item of clothing and that we could afford it.

After I came back from work one day I shaved and showered and got dressed. First I taped on the breast forms and then pulled on a pair of control panties that kept me well tucked in. After that it was a denim wrap dress and a t-shirt and sneakers. Marsha worked on my hair and make up for a bit then I loaded my handbag and we made a dash for her car. I was still worried that the neighbors might notice the extra woman going in and out of the house, though the curve of the street and some bushes gave us a bit of privacy.

I thought we would drive to a distant mall but to my surprise Marsha only went a few miles to East Orange.

"Marsha we will meet people we know here."

"So what, Kelly you really can pass now. And if anyone comments I'll explain you're Sid's cousin from Ohio. Relax you'll do fine."

We walked together up and down the mall finally coming to a shop where Marsha showed me a dress she had her eye on for me. It was a retro 50's style dress. It shouted Leave it to Beaver picnics and summer time parades but did it in a way that let the viewer know that it was tongue in cheek. The red check was wrong for me, but we found one in medium blue and then Marsha persuaded me to spend some money on a straw handbag.

Giggling like schoolgirls who had blown their allowance we left the store and walked the mall for a bit longer. Then it was back to the car and home.

"That was OK wasn't it?"

I could hear the concern in her voice.

"Yeah I started to relax. I don't know though what would happen if we had met someone though."

"You would have done just fine."

That night we made love on the couch, never progressing beyond a 69. We woke up when I slipped off and almost cracked my butt on the floor. Laughing we took showers and went to bed.

When the fourth came we got up late and worked around the house and yard. It was a leisurely day and in spending the extra time together doing mundane tasks we regained a bit more of the comfort we had had. At three I went into the kitchen to work on the picnic food.

Marsha would have thrown some PB and J sandwiches and sodas into a bag but I liked the job so I had shopped the previous day for stuff to make a nice spread. When I finished packing the cooler I had miniature sandwiches with cucumbers and wasabi mayonnaise as well as miniatures with roast beef, horseradish and tomato. There was block of cheese and bag of seedless grapes and a large bottle of lemonade.

I had heavy plastic disposable plates, cups, plastic forks and spoons and even napkins. On top of the cooler I folded a large beach blanket. Marsha might throw together a picnic but I wanted something that showed care had gone into it.

After making the meal I went to take a shower. I shaved my face carefully and was about to get in when Marsha came in as well. She joined me in the shower and we soaped and played and let the water take away the stiffness of the earlier raking and shoveling. Finally Marsha stepped out to dry while I washed my hair.

I laid out my clothing on the bed. I put on a pair of pastel blue panties, attached the breast forms and slipped on a white brassiere. Then I pulled the dress over my head and tied the two ribbons at the waist behind me. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw that I had a problem.

"Marsha, could you come over here?"

Marsha came over and looked at me puzzled. I pointed down wordlessly. All my other clothing was either loose enough or made of a heavy enough cloth to make what little bulge that showed through the panties not noticeable. This dress though was made of very thin cotton and as it laid against me the front just looked wrong.

"Damn." I looked in the mirror again. "Any suggestions?"

Marsha thought for a moment and tossed me a second pair of control panties from my drawer.

"See what it's like with two on."

By experimenting with different pairs of panties we found two that working together hid me better.

"You should be one of those garments designed to hide things."

"Yeah they're called gaffs, but we're on a budget now."

Finally we were both dressed and made up. I kissed Marsha on the cheek and she responded and by the time we were done we had to fix our makeup again. Then I grabbed my new bag. Marsha grabbed hers. We both grabbed the cooler and throwing it in my car headed off to Lakeside arriving a bit before 6:00.

The event was advertised as a family "old-time" Fourth of July and lots of people were scattered around the park. Frisbees were flying, children were running around and a country western band was playing off to the side. We found a spot on the hill overlooking the lake and spread out the blanket and sat back with some glasses of lemonade.

The evening was still warm and our sweaters lay to the side. Marsha sipped and stared at the water. Marsha finished her glass of lemonade and straightened up.

"Kelly?"

"Um?"

"Thanks for coming with me."

"Sure."

"If I wanted to make love to you, would you let me? Would you trust me?"

The question was so odd I was not sure how to answer. I just turned and stared at her for a moment. My puzzled face started Marsha talking again. Leaning forward she started talking urgently in a low voice.

"It's just that since we, since I, I mean well, Sid has been with me but not really Kelly. Once or twice when you were dressed up I so wanted to grab you and kiss you and take you to bed. It's just that after what happened the last time I was afraid. I wasn't sure how you'd react. I mean if..."

I put a finger on her lips.

"When we get home tonight please grab me and take me to bed. If there weren't all these people around I'd ask you to grab me here on the lawn."

Marsha smiled and nodded. We sat as the sky grew darker and ate the sandwiches and some cheese and grapes. As 8:00 drew near we put the cooler back in the car and slipping on our sweaters sat back down on the blanket to wait for the show. I had to go to the bathroom and wandered off. It was difficult to go into the ladies room but I managed and then headed back.

When I was about twenty yards away I froze. Marsha was standing up and talking with Sarah and Fred. I faded back into the crowd trying to figure out what to do. As long as they were there I couldn't go back. Then the first of the fire works started and the crowd all turned to watch the show. After a few minutes I looked over and Marsha was alone on the blanket. I went over and sat next to her.

"Where are they?"

"It's OK, they came with a bunch of friends. I told them I was with a cousin and that Sid had stayed home. They're gone now. Oh Wow!"

The whole crowd ooohed as my eardrums rocked to the explosion and the show went on. For about 45 minutes we were entertained by lights and sound and as it got darker Marsha and I cuddled up looking like any two women friends sitting side by side.

When the show was over I went to the car and waited there while Marsha went to talk with Sarah who we spotted heading our way. Then we drove off laughing and joking about the evening. It wasn't until we got home that I remembered what I had said earlier to Marsha. As soon as the door was shut she pushed me against the wall and gave me a deep searching kiss.

"OK?"

"Mmmm. Yes Marsha. Do it again."

We stood together in the darkened living room. Bit by bit we undressed each other. Marsha kept kissing me and slowly pulled up the hem of my dress. Then she slipped her fingers under the waist bands of the two panties and pulled them down until they slid the rest of the way to the floor. I reached under her shirt and undid the brassiere and she did the same for me.

When we were both naked Marsha reached down and took my erect penis in my hand.

Gently she led me by it into the bedroom and we fell on the bed together. In time she rolled on top of me and sighing "Oh Kelly" lowered herself on my erection and rocked back and forth until we lost control and collapsed in a tangle of limbs and emotions on the bed, not to waken until morning.

The fourth was Tuesday and I was in high spirits all Wednesday. Marsha came home happy about having had an interview at a law office that needed some part-time help followed by an interesting class. Thursday was even better with Bill complimenting me on how well the team was progressing on its work. By the time I got home Thursday evening I was riding high.

Pulling up to the house I noticed a car outside and a quick glance told me it was Fred and Sarah's. I wondered what they'd be doing here and walked in shouting "hi." Marsha and Sarah were in the kitchen drinking coffee and Marsha gave me a strange look I couldn't make out.

"Hi Sid. Do you want a cup?"

"Sure love." I kissed Marsha as she went to pour me some coffee and turning to Sarah asked "so what's up these days?"

Marsha turned around, put the cup on the table and shrugged. Then she looked up at me.

"I'm sorry Sid. I said there was no chance but, well you've been found out."

I just looked at the two of them for a moment trying to understand what Marsha was talking about. My mind was still on work, the beautiful day, Marsha's possible job and "found out" did not enter into the equation. Marsha just looked worried but Sarah was smiling as if we were discussing the weather or trying to choose where to eat. Then the penny dropped.

I sat down with a thud and looked back and forth at them.

"Oh shit, no."

Sarah smiled at me. "What's the big deal? It's not like I'm going to tell anyone. We're friends so I won't blab and Fred couldn't deal with it so I'm not going to tell him. I'm just curious and had to come and talk."

I looked at Marsha who just shrugged again. So I asked Sarah if I was obvious at the fire works.

"Oh no Sid; I didn't spot you at all until you were waiting by the car. I noticed that it was your car and not Marsha's. Then you did something that made it all click. You have a habit of standing with your right hand hanging onto your left shoulder and your left hand on your right elbow. You're always standing like that. So when you were standing like that by the car I knew what was going on."

She gave me another smile. "But hey, no one else could possibly guess you weren't an old fashioned girl."

Marsha finally said something about being sorry but that she trusted Sarah.

"Oh Marsha, you don't need to be sorry. I could have said I wasn't going. Yeah I guess I have to trust Sarah as well." I looked at Sarah and just said "Please."

We drank our coffee while Sarah asked questions, and in a while one of her questions about clothing turned into a general discussion about shopping and prices and we became three women around a table. I got up and put the cups in the sink and tidied a bit. Part of me was frightened by being found out but the bigger part was enjoying "being one of the girls."

Finally Sarah left giving me a kiss on the cheek and saying we all had to go on a girls' night out. Then she was out the door and I turned to Marsha.

She was standing looking lost so I gave her a hug. "I think we can trust Sarah."

"Sure, it's just that until an hour ago Kelly was my little treasure. She was my fantasy as well as yours. I shared you with nobody and now she's become real and I have to deal with that."

We sat and talked a bit before having supper and went to bed subdued. Just before we drifted off Marsha sat up. "Oh Sid, I forgot. The law office left a message they want to see me again so I'm going over Monday morning."

I kissed her again, told her how happy I was and we lay back down. I lay with my eyes open for a long time. I wasn't worried about Sarah. I was concerned though about something Marsha had said. Kelly had become real. She was more than just a fantasy. I wondered if we had gone too far and thinking about this fell asleep and dreamed tortured dreams until the alarm rang.



Chapter 10: Into the Fall.

July swept into August and August into September. Marsha's summer course ended with an A- and she enrolled in one class (accounting) for the fall semester. She got part-time work at the law office and was bringing home just over $200 a week which gave us a little cushion.

My work just got better and better. We received a major restoration contract in Connecticut and Bill and I spent a hard two weeks there dismantling a trio of church windows that needed some glass replaced and a lot of cleaning. Some of the leads needed to be redone and the rods that had braced the windows needed to be replaced as well. I loved it.

Marsha, Sarah and I did try a "girls shopping trip", but it fell flat. We were all too self-conscious. We shopped, had coffee and tried to relax but it wasn't comfortable. However Sarah did drop by for coffee a few times at the house and once it was Kelly, Sarah and Marsha around the table and that was fine.

The problem in my mind though was the relationship between Kelly and Marsha. Since that horrible night in June there remained a hesitancy and distance between us. We were fine together around the house and we went out a few times, going on a picnic, seeing a baseball game or doing some shopping.

It was at night that I could see the strain. Marsha was so hesitant in bed with Kelly it was almost uncomfortable for me. When she was with Sid sex was unrestrained and we would exhaust each other in our passion. With Kelly she was hesitant and there was no flow or feeling of natural love making.

Since that night in June Marsha had not used the strap-on dildo and I felt that this was a symbol of the problem. In a way I was relieved because I had never been that thrilled by strap-on sex and after that night I was scared, almost repulsed by the idea. At the same time I knew that Marsha loved using it and the fact that she hadn't even talked about it told me that she was still frightened by herself.

One evening as Marsha read a magazine and I tried to make heads or tails of the instructions that came with computer table ("slot hinge end A in slot F on leg/arm" ?????) I realized that I had to bring my concerns into the open. I could not be anything but blunt. I watched Marsha waiting for the stretch and sigh that she always did when she was finished studying. When it came I was ready.

"Marsha?"

She looked at me and I could tell that something in my voice and alerted her that this was serious.

"Marsha, we have to talk about Kelly and you. You know I've forgiven you for what happened in June and you know that I love you and I want to be with you whether I'm dressed in my ratty jeans or a sun dress. What's bothering me is you just feel so hesitant in bed some times. Marsha I really need you to make love to Kelly fully, passionately. I need to know that you feel comfortable enough to fuck me to be blunt about it."

Marsha looked away and then back. Then she turned and shuffled some papers. I went and sat at the table across from her.

"We can't hide from this question."

Again she looked away. "Sid I'm scared."

Silence.

"Sid. Since that night I am scared by what I did. I'm frightened I might hurt you, or I guess I mean hurt Kelly. I want to dive in, believe me, I really want to but something keeps saying, "No, you're a bitch, you'll want to dominate and hurt her" and I have to back off."

I stood up. "Marsha just sit there for a few minutes." I marched into the bedroom.

I stood in the bedroom trying to slow my breathing. Then I stripped and opened up my closet. I had showered after work and my face was shaved. I would have to live with the slight stubble on my legs and arm pits. I tried to decide if I wanted to dress sexy or not and then remembered one of the first things that Marsha had bought for Kelly.

A few minutes later I walked into the living room. My breast forms swung beneath the translucent pink night gown and the pink panties did nothing to hide the bulge of my penis. I had put on some lipstick and little eye shadow and sprayed myself with the perfume Marsha had bought me.

I walked in and stood in front of Marsha. She was looking at me with a mixture of hunger and uncertainty.

"Marsha, I'm not afraid. Please make love to me. Please take me to bed."

She stood up and started to walk towards me stretching out her arms and then banged her shins against the coffee table.

"Ow, Oh Shit, oooh."

She sat down on the floor grabbing her leg and rocking back and forth and I quickly went to her. After a moment or two of cursing she started to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh Kelly, here am I the great lover going to sweep you up and drag you into the bedroom to do all sorts of wonderful and unspeakable things to you and what do I do. I turn into a klutz and bang my shins."

I laughed to at the image; "Certainly not the world's smoothest lover." I kissed her and Marsha returned the kiss.

Marsha began kissing me harder and harder and pushed me over until she lay on top of me. She alternated deep probing kisses with comments about how much she had missed this. I worked my hands up her blouse and undid her brassiere and then managed to roll her over so I could begin to undress her.

We tangled there on the living room rug until Marsha was down to her panties. I kissed her breasts and let my hands wander over her backside and between her legs. She scratched at my back and cupped my balls while she kissed me and bit my neck. Finally Marsha stood up and taking my hands helped me stand as well. Then she led me into the bed room and pushed me back on the bed.

She pulled a bag out of her bed side table drawer and while I stroked her back or reached around to play with a nipple she placed the pink dildo in the harness, lubed both ends and slipped it on. She gave a gasp as it entered her and sat very upright. I swung around behind her with my legs on either side of her hips. I could feel the breast forms pushing against her back. With my left hand I reached around and fondled a breast while the right hand reached down and moved up and down the pink rod making it move back and forth and side to side.

Marsha's breathing grew shallow and faster and she shuddered a bit and grabbed my hands forcing me to be still. She turned and rolled me over and taking some lube moved first one and then two fingers in and out of me. Finally she adjusted her position and slowly pushed into me pressing down on my shoulders.

I raised my knees and pushed back into her and we began a rhythmic wave of motion as Marsha slid in and out. I reached up and played with her swinging breasts occasionally pinching a nipple. Marsha's movement became stronger and deeper.

"Oh God, Kelly, Kelly" she shouted and began to spasm and buck. I felt some pain but it was worth it as I watched her face contort and then she collapsed on me panting and crying.

"Oh Kelly, thank you, thank you."

I just lay there and kissed her. I stroked her back. At some point she shifted and the dildo eased out and we lay there. I had grown limp during that time and Marsha's weight was starting be uncomfortable so I pushed her to the side and snuggled in close with my face buried in her breasts. Time past and we fell asleep.

I woke up and looking at the glowing alarm clock saw it was almost 4:00 I could hear Marsha washing in the bathroom. I lay there felling good. My rectum was a little sore but not too bad and I could feel the breast forms hanging to either side. When Marsha came back I kissed her and went into the bathroom to clean up and take off the forms.

We lay side by side for a while not speaking.

"Was it OK, Sid?"

"Oh yes. I am so glad you made love to me, or to Kelly."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I'm a little sore, but I really am happy you were in me. It was important for me and you know Kelly likes to be made love to."

Marsha and I snuggled together and her hand moving around found my stiffening penis. She slid down until her face was against my crotch and began to kiss and fondle it. I tried to move into a 69 position but she stopped me.

"This is just for you" she said, and then brought me to a wonderful climax. Later she brought a washcloth and we cleaned up again and slept until the alarm went off, clutched in each other's grasp.

That next evening we sat on the couch side by side. The glow of the previous night was still on us. I was in my sloppy sweats and Marsha was in a robe still slightly damp from her shower.

"We are so very lucky," she said.

"I know."

"I think of Sarah and Fred trying to find a comfortable emotional space and Fred's shyness, or Fran and Michael who are always arguing about who's hobby will be dominant. We've had some bad spots (she sniffed a bit) but we make do, don't we?

"Oh we certainly fit together... in more ways than one."

We sat for a while and I realized I had a question.

"Marsha, that big dildo."

"Yes."

"Were you planning on using it sometime?"

"Yes, I have three that fit the harness. There is the little pink one, a larger blue one and then the, ah, the realistic one."

"Oh."

"I'll throw it out."

I turned and looked straight at her. "No, keep it. We'll try the blue one for a while and then Kelly will let you know if you can, shall we say, move up. We know each other's passions. We are not like our friends struggling to find a balance. We love each other and it works out."

That night as I lay snuggled against her backside. I thought for a bit.

"I've never tried cross country skiing. You've told me about an inn in Vermont you once went to. We have a little saved up, how about two girls on a ski trip come the winter?"

Marsha simply chuckled.

"And Kelly, you've told me about relaxing in a big turtle neck sweater and want an excuse to go shopping. Either make love to me or go to sleep. We both have to work in the morning."

End