Arizona Secret Society Chapter 2
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ARIZONA SECRET SOCIETY CHAPTER 2
Before my windfall gain, marriage, and move to Arizona, I'd never thought
that body swapping was real. It was the stuff of sci fi movies and
stories, but now I was living it, it was real. Marisol had taken a liking
to Emily and I had taken a liking to being Marisol. Her latin beauty was
something to admire and enjoy. After our trip to Vegas, Marisol and I had
swapped more than once since, and three months later, I was back in her
petite, sensual body.
Waking up to find strong arms around me was a lot more normal. With her
husbands chest and cock against my smooth back and cute ass, I smiled and
brushed back against him, making his cock stir as I whimpered softly.
Marisol and I had agreed to swap for two weeks this time and had promised
to sell my paintings at a showing of them. I considered myself a good
artist, but if she sold some, then great.
As I tried to get up, I felt her husbands arms pin me against her, then
his cock parting my thighs to get to my tingling pussy. Whimpering and
sighing again, I parted them and let him slide into me from behind.
Moaning in her sexy latin accent, I let him take me as the crumpled silk
sheets covered us. As he guided his cock deep into me, he got on top of
me and had me get up onto my knees, where he could slam into me, sending
waves of pleasure through me as I gripped the bed sheets and moaned in
sweet pleasure and extasy.
I found myself thrusting back against him and milking his cock as I had
instinctual control of her inner muscles. It didn't take long for him to
come deep inside me, then stroke my clit for me to orgasm with him. As
usual, I bucked and cried out as my orgasm went through me, again and
again as I shook underneath him.
He let me come down from my orgasmic high, then slowly slid out of me. As
he got in front of me, I smiled and accepted his glistening cock into my
mouth. Licking and suckling gently on it, I cleaned it with my lips and
pink tongue as he moaned in pleasure. For some reason, I didn't feel
embarrassed doing this. Maybe the headbands made the transition easy by
melding my memories and feelings with the new bodies brain chemistry and
how it was wired.
Men's and women's brains are wired differently. I guess it all harkens
back to caveman times, where men did the hunting and women did other
tasks. Men had to be able to hit that sabre tooth tiger or woolly mammoth
with one spear throw, if they didn't, then the family would starve, and
women had to deal with tasks inside the cave, making sure nothing burnt
over the fire, ensuring that the kids didn't wander off and get eaten by
something, ensuring that no caveman times bear or sabre tooth tiger
slipped into the cave. So, that's why men cant deal with more than one
task at a time, and why women cant parallel park or follow maps.
As he slid his cock out of my mouth, he helped me to my feet and guided
me into the ensuite bathroom. Standing us under the water, he turned it
on and lathered up my back and arms, washing them and giving my skin that
lavender smell that Marisol always smelled of. Then it was my firm
breasts and belly, which he took extra time with, then my hips, thighs,
all over. I felt horny and aroused again, Marisol had very soft,
sensitive skin.
Then it was my turn to wash him. As Marisol was very petite, I had to go
up on tiptoes to reach his shoulders, but I managed. I gasped as my
nipples brushed against his back, then his chest as I kissed him and
clensed him of sweat and the scent of our coupling. As we got out, he
dried me off with her thick towel and had me dry him off.
Slipping into one of her silk robes, I tied the sash around my slender
waist and walked down to the kitchen, where their housekeeper was
preparing breakfast. The scent of fresh eggs, toast and bacon reached my
nostrils, making my mouth water. I accepted a mug of coffee, a colombian
blend, and smiled as I liked it. I had Marisol's tastes and sat down at
the dining table.
Crossing my long legs under the table, I saw that her infant son was
being taken care of by one of her nannies. Marisol had ensured that
before the swap, but I still had to take care of her while she was in my
own male body. Truth to tell, I enjoyed holding him and caring for him.
Thanking the housekeeper as she put my plate in front of me, I started on
the eggs as I glanced down at my breasts straining under my robe, my long
slender fingers and fingernails, idle strands of hair next to my eyes,
even my lavender scent. I was comfortable in Marisol's petite body and
had nearly finished as I heard her husband come down, fully dressed and
ready for a day of work.
He ran more than one company and worked quite a bit, but he always made
time for his family. Taking Marisol's son from the nanny, I carried him
into the lounge room and sat down on the leather sofa. Loosening my robe,
I uncovered my right breast and whimpered softly as his lips closed
around the nipple and began to suckle on it.
Marisol was still lactating and had asked me to continue to breast feed
him. I talked softly to him as he fed from me. The changes in me since I
became her were incredible, all her feelings, hormones, everything was
changing me as I held her son. When he stopped, I gently patted his back
and held him as my husband quickly kissed me on the cheek and left the
house.
Emily and Marisol were spending a week in the Sonoran Desert national
park, so I could go back home if I truly wanted to. I knew my wife well
enough to know that she wouldn't want the swap between Marisol and I to
be permanent.
When her son was fast asleep in my arms, I gently carried him up to his
room and placed him in his crib. I watched him for about 10 minutes then
walked into my bedroom to get changed. opening up her walk in wardrobe, I
was still amazed at her selection. She had outfits for every occasion,
evening gowns, cocktail dresses, jeans, athletic gear, designer prada and
Gucci gear, Prada heels, boots, pumps, sandals, all designed to show off
her body in all its glory and beauty.
Slipping out of my robe, I posed in front of the mirror, In awe of the
sexy latino vision that I had become. Cupping my firm breasts, I rubbed
my nipples between my thumb and forefingers, and as they hardened, I
moaned deep in my throat. Part of me wanted to stop, but not the majority
part of me.
Opening up a box in the wardrobe, I took out a vibrating egg and giggled
soflty to myself as I closed and locked the bedroom door, then laid back
on the bed. Easing the egg inside my bald pussy, I flicked the switch on
the remote to activate it, then arched my back as the first waves of
pleasure hit me.
She had told me about her toys, and told me to enjoy them, I was doing
that and then some. Moaning and quivering on the bed, I kept my thighs
parted as one hand found my clit and stroked it. My nail coaxed it out
from under its protective hood, and I was soon writhing in extasy on the
bed. Tossing my head back and forth, I bit my lip as my first orgasm hit
me.
Panting and whimpering in shock and pleasure, I let it run and let it
bring me to a second shuddering orgasm barely 10 minutes later. I had to
force myself to ease the egg out and clean it up, along with my pussy and
the sheets. Putting the egg back in its box, I nibbled on my finger as I
remembered only too well how good it made me feel.
Opening up her dresser, I took out a lacy g string and matching black and
grey lacy corset. Sliding the g string up my long silky legs, I settled
it in place, then slipped the corset around me. I was glad for the
support of the underwire cups of it as I laced it up behind me, bringing
my waist in and giving me more of a sexy hourglass figure.
Taking out a hangar with a sexy black leather skirt on it, I stepped into
it and slid it up over my hips and zipped it up behind me. Turning in
front of the mirror, I smiled at the sexy vision in black that I was fast
becoming. The corset went well with the skirt so I didn't reach for a top
to cover it up, but took down a thin black leather jacket and slipped
into that as well.
Flipping my long hair over the jacket, I slipped my feet into a pair of
3in black sling backs and applied a light coat of make up. Knowing how
Marisol did hers, I copied it as best I could, foundation, some blush,
lipstick, eyeliner and eye shadow. After putting a pair of white gold
stud earrings through my earlobes and a matching necklace around my
slender neck, I returned to the bathroom and used her curling iron on my
long tresses.
It didn't take long for me to have her hair in silky, bouncy curls on
either side of my neck. Proud of my efforts, I twirled in my heels and
picked up my bag from the dresser and walked downstairs to meet some of
the other wives for lunch. Marisol had put every lunch and social
occasion she went to in her organiser, which I had read and followed.
Walking through to the garage, I unlocked her red Lamborghini Murcielaga
coupe and slipped into the drivers seat. Starting it up, I sat still and
listed to its engine, when I got my male body back, I was going to buy
one of these, I had decided.
I had to be carefull not to step too hard on the accelerator, as it
didn't take much to get it burning up the road. I savored its speed and
smooth sailing as it drove into Phoenix and parked it in front of the
restaurant that Marisol and the other wives met for lunch at every Monday
and Thursday.
Letting valet parking take my car, I swung my long, sexy legs from the
car first, giving the valet a good look at my breasts straining under the
cups of my corset. Thanking him as he gave me a ticket, I put it in my
ladies wallet and strode into the restaurant to be taken to our table.
Smiling as I was lead there, I sat down and gave the other wives perfect
air kisses, a girl has to keep her make up unmarred after all.
"So, you're her again, motherhood must agree with you," one of them asked
me as I ordered and sipped from the glass of water in front of me.
"Well, I did like her and, I think she likes me," I answered as they all
gazed at me. "Plus, it's practice for when I have kids of my own,
chemical warfare every few hours," I added as they laughed.
They were all part of the swapping group, and one of them, a petite
brunette called Connie, was really her husband. The other three women
were who they said they were, not all of them swapped with their
husbands, making it hard to keep track sometimes of who was really who.
"Well, you've settled in nicely to the group, you did a good job on her
make up and clothes, you nearly put me to shame," one of the wives, Anna,
told me as we waited for our main meals.
"Our husbands do have nights where they go to one of the strip clubs
here, we'll have to surprise them by being the girls on stage, would you
want to be in on us with that, I know Emily would get a kick out of
seeing herself up there swaying and dancing to the music," Connie asked
me as I thought about it.
When lunch was brought to us, we continued to talk, talking about
anything, ordinary gossip, our husbands and wives, sex, what their kids
were doing and how they were progressing in school, a lot of things. I
followed it and contributed when I could.
"So if you had to choose someone to stay in, it would be Marisol, or
Emily," Connie asked me as I drank from my water glass.
"I do like being me, but, Marisol is especially beautiful, world class
tits, and the sex, the sex is incredible," I told them as they laughed at
my comments. People in the surrounding tables were starting to listen in
without knowing what we were talking about. I ignored them and continued
gossiping with the women.
Leaving briefly to use the restroom, I checked on my make up without
realising I was doing it. Things like that were becoming more commonplace
while I was in Mariol's body. I felt pride when I drew mens attention,
happiness when I was admired and looked my best. I was settling into her
body nicely.
Returning to the table, we finished our drinks, then parted company. Anna
invited myself and my husband to her house tomorrow night for a dinner.
On the way back to my home, I leaned back and glanced at my reflection in
the rear view mirror, my now sexy, alluring eyes, centrefold face and
body, my long, dark hair.
Parking her car in the garage, I swung my legs out and walked through the
garage to the expansive home. The constant rising of my breasts and the
click of my heels on the floor were all reminders of who I was now. As I
walked up the stairs, I thought about what they had said and knew that I
would be in with them when they went to the strip club.
I had been in enough of them to know the basic set up, and it wouldn't
take much cash to get the owner to let us perform on stage. Marisol had
an extensive lingerie collection, as well as several themed outfits, a
sexy schoolgirl one, a French maid one, and a nurse one. Quickly slipping
out of my jacket, skirt and corset, I took out the hangar with the
schoolgirl outfit on it and took my time changing into it.
First was a short pleated tartan skirt, then the white, short sleeved
blouse, tight enough to emphasise my firm breasts. Next was the white
knee high socks and 2in heeled mary janes. Putting my long hair into two
ponytails in either side of my head, I giggled and posed in front of the
mirror. While I was inside her, I lived and breathed Marisol. Nothing I
did felt out of place or weird.
Next came the French maid outfit, that took a bit longer to change into.
The dress had a built in corset, which I laced up after I had slipped
into it. The corset cups supported and showed off my breasts oh so nicely
and the short, flared skirt showed off my panties as I twirled around.
Sitting down, I rolled the fishnet thigh high stockings up my long, toned
calves and thighs, then slipped my cute feet into a pair of patent
leather 5in stiletto heels.
As the staff were only there at certain times, I opened the bedroom door
and slowly walked out. The clicking of my stilettos echoed as I walked
downstairs and entered the kitchen. As I thought about cooking in here
and making a meal for Marisol's husband, my pussy tingled, and before I
knew it, my fingers had slid under my skirt to rub over my panties.
With one hand on the bench, my other one teased and gently rubbed over my
satin panties. Closing my eyes as my hips quivered and bucked in my
throes of extasy, I moaned louder and louder as my fingers slid under my
panties and rubbed my swollen pussy lips. Moaning and panting louder, I
shook and collapsed as I orgasmed and slid against the benches to the
floor.
Keeping my eyes closed, I quivered all over as my fingers continued to
rub my swollen, moist pussy lips. If I had to stay in any female body,
Marisol's would definitely be one of the top ones I would choose. As I
slowly got back to my feet, I settled down and smiled as I knew what I
would do tonight for my husband.
When the housekeeper came back an hour after my orgasm in the kitchen, I
gave her the night off. I didn't need to say why, she knew that I had
something special planned for my husband and was happy to spend tonight
with her own family. None of the staff in the houses here knew of the
society, if they had, would they have wanted in, or just not cared.
Following a detailed receipe, I had dinner prepared and ready when my
husband came home at precisely 6pm, the time he came home every night.
The sight of me in one of Marisol's sexiest black lace bustiers and
matching lace trimmed French cut panties, combined with thigh high
fishnet stockings and 5in pumps, brought an immediate smile to his face.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I went up on tiptoes and kissed him as
he took in my perfume and freshly washed hair. He easily lifted me up and
kept his hands on my firm ass cheeks while my thighs wrapped around his
waist. When we finally came up for air, he smiled back at me and put me
down onto my feet again. "You look beautiful Marisol, if you dressed like
that every time I came home, I wouldn't leave the house at all," he said
to me as I blushed and smiled automatically, the reaction that any woman
would get when complimented by her husband.
"Well, I did cook you dinner, and I felt.. Frisky and in the mood my
love, now lets eat," I told him as I lead him into the kitchen and showed
him what I had cooked.
All through dinner, he could barely concentrate on it, and who could
blame him, with my breasts proudly shown off and my scent reaching his
nostrils. As I finished our wine bottle and went for another, he reached
for me and pulled me onto his lap.
Giggling as his arms wrapped around my slender waist, he kissed over my
cleavage and up along my slender neck. "I should have Marisol do this
every night, or ask for the swap to be permanent," he added as we kissed
passionately and deeply. As I heard that, I pulled back and looked down
at him.
"That's one thing ive always wondered, I'm sure couples have wanted to
stay as others, what happens to those that want to stay in other bodies,
and what if someone runs off in the borrowed body of someones husband or
wife," I asked him as we kissed again.
"It has happened, not a lot, but, a few times. Both partners are locked
out of the group, but only if the other partner agrees to it, otherwise
the swap is undone, and as to people running off in someone elses body,
well, theyre found and brought back here. They are usually very sorry and
never do it again," he told me as I felt fear for the first time.
Sensing that, he held me tighter and tugged at the straps of my bustier
top and softly suckled on my left nipple. "Sssshh, don't worry about a
thing, its ok, that's rare though," he told me as he lifted me up onto
the table and tugged at the waistband of my lacy panties.
Lifting my hips up, I let him slide them down my hips and thighs, showing
off my bald pussy. Lightly chewing on one of my fingers, I parted my
thighs widely for him as he leaned in and softly kissed my quivering
pussy lips, sending shocks through my petite body. Closing my eyes as he
softly licked and teased my pussy, he stopped just as I began to shake,
then let me recover, only to begin again.
When my moans got louder and louder, he lifted me up and undid his pants.
Slipping out of them along with his boxers, he guided my slender fingers
to his cock and smiled as I caressed and slid them back and forth until
he was hard and ready for me. Moving his hands to my hips, he slid
forward and thrust deep into my glistening pussy, making me gasp and
shudder against his muscular body.
As he lifted me up, my thighs went around his body and my arms around his
neck. As he held me with his hands on my firm ass cheeks and thrust into
me, I glimpsed ourselves in a mirror. Staring back at Marisol's beautiful
latin face, I kissed and bit down on his shoulder as he pinned me against
the wall and thrust deeper into me, making me grip his cock and milk it
almost instinctively.
Wanting more and more, I lost myself in the waves of pleasure going
through me and urged him on. The more intense it got, the more I wanted
and the longer I wanted to stay as Marisol. Holding onto him tightly as
he carried me around, I continued to ride his cock as he carried me
through the house, then cried out as my first orgasm hit me.
Gripping him tightly with my thighs and arms, I quivered as I bucked in
extasy and pure pleasure. Still thrusting into me, he eased me down onto
the stairs and continued to slam into me. Digging my feet into his back,
I spurred him on with my stiletto heels as he pinned me down, then felt
him cum and spurt his cum deep into me, shocking me as my orgasm was
still going through me.
Keeping my thighs and arms around him as he continued to thrust, I soon
felt him slow down and relax against me. Softly kissing my cheeks, he
slid out of my soaked pussy and helped me to my feet. Still whimpering
from my orgasm, he kept his arm around my slender waist and helped me up
the stairs as I wobbled a bit in my heels.
He helped me onto the bed, then collapsed next to me and fell asleep in
minutes. I was unwilling to wake him up and lay still until I was sure he
was deep asleep. Only then did I slip out from under his arm and go into
the bathroom to have a warm shower. As I stood under the water, I
lathered my long dark hair and wondered if I/marisol was pregnant, or if
they wanted more kids.
If I was to stay as her, it would be something id have to think about.
She did have the sexiest latin beauty I'd ever seen, with a voice to
match. After cupping and caressing my sensitive breasts, I rubbed my
nipples until they stood out, then let my fingers slide down to my bald
pussy and lightly caressed it.
A lot of people, mainly men, have fantasised about what they would do if
they woke up with a pussy. Shoot a ping pong ball 20 feet, if that was
indeed possible, go for an exam and have it filmed, and my fav, squat
down and wish for breasts too. Well, I had the complete package and was
making the most of it.
Recovering from one of Marisol's usual explosive orgasms, I stepped out
of the shower and dried myself off. Staring at my reflection in the
mirror, it was hard to imagine that inside this latin beauty was a
normal, married, hetero guy. Wrapping myself in a silk robe and my long
hair into a towel as id seen so many women do, I walked downstairs and
cleaned up the dinner dishes.
Just as id finished, I heard the phone ring, it was Anna, asking me if
she could bring Marisol's son over now. Giggling softly, I told her to
and thanked her for looking after him. 20 minutes later, I heard the
doorbell ring.
As I let her in, I thanked her and picked up my son. Leading her into the
lounge room, I carried my son upstairs to his room. It was easier to
think of him as mine, as long as I was in his mothers body. As I made a
coffee for both of us, we talked and caught up on things. When I told her
what I had worn for him, she gasped and of course asked to borrow it to
wear for her own husband.
"I'd be happy to lend it to you, your similar enough to my size. We had
barely finished dinner before he was on me, he could barely contain
himself. I guess in his place, id have done the same thing," I told her
as we sat on the white leather couch and chatted.
"I've done that enough times myself, being male, so much is hardwired
into them, so when I see or hear something, I respond as a male would,"
she responded as I curled my legs underneath me and sipped my coffee.
"Whenever we can arrange the strip club night, im happy to do it. Emily
has a body built for sin, and as my dad always told me, use your assets,"
I said as I glanced down at my breasts, slowly rising and falling under
my robe.
"I never thought I would become a yummy mummy Anna, but I think I carry
it off well. No ones suspected a thing, not the staff, not any of
Marisol's friends outside of the society, no one, how can something like
this go unnoticed by the world," I asked her as I savored my coffee.
"Its been going unnoticed since the headbands were found, people believe
what they see and hear, what the eyes see and ears hear, the mind
believes, besides, no one here wants this to end, I like swapping with my
husband, and he likes swapping with me, it's the variety that makes this
enjoyable, as your finding out. Maybe next time you can swap with me,"
she asked me as I finished my coffee and thought about it.
While I walked her to the door, she hugged me and nibbled softly on my
ear, sending shivers through me, then left. Smiling to myself, I locked
the door and returned to bed. Taking off the towel and silk robe, I
slipped into bed with my husband and let his arms slip around me.
The next night we went to dinner at Anna's house, more a mansion than a
house. They had made their fortune in the dot com era, and cashed out
before things went downhill. They had added to their fortune and enjoyed
the finer things in life. Wearing a white brocade corset, matching skirt,
choker and 3in pumps, we made the short walk to their house.
He kept his arm around my slender waist as we walked. The laced corset
around my waist and the tapping of my heels all added to make me feel
petite and sexy at the same time. I wasn't sure what to expect but Anna
had to have some other reason to invite us over apart from just dinner.
Welcoming us in, I smiled as I saw what she had on, a very sexy black
satin and lace bustier, matching skirt and 5in pumps, she lightly kissed
both of us while her husband looked in from the billiards room, where I
heard more than one male voice.
"Come in, come in, dinner will be ready soon, until then, make yourselves
at home. Kurt, you can go in there and show off your skills to my
husband, and as for you Marisol, follow me," she said to us as he softly
kissed me, then walked towards the billiards room.
More curious than ever now, I followed her to the end of the hallway,
then down a doorway leading to the basement. It seemed that every house
in america had basements. Houses in Australia don't have them, it only
adds to the cost of building a house. Once I saw how it was set up, I now
wished I had lived in a house with a basement.
Part of it was devoted to storage, wine racks, the usual, the other half
was something else. The other half consisted of a well set up boudoir. A
king size bed with red satin sheets, 4 poster canopy style of course.
Dressers, a wardrobe just out of range of the web cams set up with an
uninterrupted view of the bed.
"What is this Anna, is this where you relax after a long night out," I
asked her as I wrapped my arms in front of me. Id found that my nipples
felt the cold first, and did what most other women did when they got
cold. "No, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to become the latest wife to
become part of lonely housewives.com," she replied as I looked from her
to the bed.
"No way, your part of it, but no one knows their identities, they wear
new Orleans masquerade style masks," I said as I slowly walked over to
the bed and sat down on it.
"I am, so are a few of the other wives, it makes us feel hot and sexy,
reaching out to men….and women who wouldn't know us if they walked by us.
It also brings in extra income, pocket change compared to what we have
already, but its some fun, so what do you say," she asked as I thought
about it.
"Come on, it'll be fun," she cooed to me as she slipped down next to me
and slowly ran her arm up my corset, over my breasts and softly blew into
my ear while nibbling on it. Closing my eyes, I meekly nodded my head to
answer her as my breathing increased. As I trembled in arousal, she
guided my hands to her own breasts.
Unzipping the side zip on her bustier, I tugged at the strap and pulled
it aside to nibble and suckle on her nipple, which soon swelled up in my
mouth. Guiding her down onto the bed, I tugged gently on it as she lay
there and moaned in pleasure.
Just as we had passionately kissed, we heard a knock on the door, "Anna,
dinners ready, come on up," we heard her husband call through the door.
Sighing as I knew that she was as aroused as I was, I helped her up and
put her bustier back on, then zipped it back up.
"Ok Anna, I'll do it, I don't imagine that Marisol will say no to this
when she finds out, when are you putting on a performance," I asked her
as I helped her to her feet.
"In two nights time, so make an excuse and be here at 8pm. Peter will be
away, so we will have the place to ourselves," she told me as we walked
back upstairs and to the dining room, where 6 other couples where already
seated and waiting for us.
Parting from Anna, I softly kissed Kurt as I sat down next to him.
Crossing my long legs automatically, we ate and chatted. We talked about
anything but business and politics. We talked about friends, new trips,
new shop openings, anything but serious stuff. I soon got into it and
reluctantly stopped after two drinks of a very good red wine.
Two nights later, I told Kurt that Anna and I were going out to Tuscon.
Before I left I let him watch me get changed. showing off my poise and
grace in Marisol's sensual body, I got changed into an ultra sexy striped
confection bustier that had to have come from wicked temptations. I made
Kurt sit and watch as I changed into it.
It had very sexy off the shoulder sheer sleeves, padded underwire cups
and built in boning down the bodice. It showed off my cleavage nicely as
I laced it up, then changed into the thong panties, sheer stay up thigh
high stockings and tricot elbow length gloves.
Slowly twirling around for him, I again ordered him to sit and watch as I
added a short satin skirt to complete the look. Slipping my cute feet
into a pair of matching 4in strappy heels, I expertly applied make up and
put my hair into ponytails on either side of my head. As I stood up, I
felt his strong arms wrap around me, then his lips against the skin just
under my jaw.
"Mmmm, you look very sexy and hot my love, stay, wherever your going, it
cant be as good as the night we'll have here," he asked me, nearly
pleading as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.
"No, I promised Anna, but if your good, I'll tell you all about it when I
come back," I told him as I slipped out of his grip and got up on tiptoes
to kiss him.
Slowly backing away from him, I picked up a bag that matched my outfit
and walked downstairs. I knew he would take care of my son, or Marisol's
son, depending on how you looked at it. I left and made the short walk to
her home. Almost as soon as I walked through the door, she was on me.
"There you are, your audience is going to love you, they'll want to track
you down and keep you for themselves," she told me as I softly giggled
and let her lead me into the basement again, which was now warmed up
nicely. Putting on the black masquerade style mask that she gave me, I
sat on the edge of the bed as she turned on a laptop and entered a site,
I guess it was lonely housewives.coms site, then signed on. As I glanced
around, I noticed three red lights around our half of the basement. When
I asked her about them, she told me they were the three web cams set up
to show every performance.
"Ok Marisol, our audience is online and once I click on the start
button, they start showing. They vote on what they want to see the most,
and we do it, its fun and your going to want to come back for more," she
told me as I got closer to get a look at the screen.
I watched as various requests and items to be used lit up, girl on girl
kissing, various dildoes and toys that could be used, and presumably were
in the drawers here, outfits, more requests.
Noting that 44% of our audience wanted us to kiss, I leaned closer to
Anna as her lips met mine. Closing my eyes, I moaned softly as our soft
lips pressed against each other, then her tongue slipped past my lips and
touched mine. Taking in her sweet scent, we kissed passionately and
deeply.
As we kissed, I felt the female equivelent of a warm fuzzy feeling. Her
lips moved away from mine and it took several seconds for me to realise
that we were no longer kissing. Opening my eyes again, I caught my breath
and saw the eager look on her face.
"Our new girl likes that, and so does our audience. Now, what else do
they really want us to do," she asked as she leaned closer to the screen.
"Oh, they want me to take you with my favourite strap on," she said to
me, then moved off the bed to the drawer, swaying her hips sensuously as
she walked.
Returning with the strap on, she had me help her out of her own skirt.
She had cheekily worn it without panties and showed it off to the web
cams as she strapped it in place over her pussy. Smiling a mischievous
smile to the cams, I unzipped the back of my own skirt and let it pool
around my ankles.
My thong panties soon followed them, then she gently guided me to kneel
on the bed. Gripping the sheets as I raised my firm ass up, she rubbed
the head of her strap on over my pussy to lubricate it with my own pussy
juices, then slowly guided it into me.
I squirmed and gasped as she slowly slid it back and forth into me,
gently and lovingly as I squirmed in pleasure. Moaning louder, I looked
up at the laptop and noticed the number of viewers increase.
Quivering and shaking in extasy, I pushed back against her as she held
onto my hips and filled me with the dildo. I had used Marisol's toys in
my time as her, but to have another woman use one on me was something
else. I felt more feminine as I heard her moans as well, clearly the
strap on had something underneath it that was stroking her pussy or clit,
or both if she was a lucky girl.
My moans got louder and filled the room as I shook in extasy. Thrusting
back against her, I screamed and shuddered as she guided me to my first
orgasm. My orgasm went through me as her strap on continued to slide back
and forth into me, making it last as I craved more and more of it. If
this was what it was like to be claimed by another woman, I wanted more
of it.
When I had settled down, she slowly slid out of me and moved in front of
me. The glistening dildo gently swayed in front of me as she lifted my
head up by my cheeks and softly told me to clean it with my tongue.
Smiling lustfully up at her, my soft pink tongue circled around the tip,
then swirled around its length. I took my time as she presented it to me
and caressed her firm, heaving breasts.
"Now you take me with it, its what the majority of our viewers want now,"
she told me as she unstrapped it and helped me to strap it around my own
hips. Kneeling up, I smiled as my slender fingers slid back and forth
along the dildo, then got behind her as she knelt down and presented me
with her own pussy.
Tracing my fingernails along her firm ass cheeks, I lightly spanked her,
then teased her pussy with the strap on. Glancing at the web cams and
blowing them a kiss, I lowered down and thrust into her, eliciting a
scream from her as I held onto her hips and filled her.
Thrusting back and forth against her, I rode her as she cried and moaned
loudly in pleasure. Lightly spanking her as I claimed her, I tugged at
the straps of her top and cupped her breasts.
Rubbing her sensitive nipples, I thrust into her as I pulled her up and
slid deeper into her swollen, moist pussy. I thrust back and forth again
and again, riding her as our viewers eagerly watched. I wanted to make
her cum as I had, and held her against me as she shook and screamed in
extasy as I had.
Caressing her as she savored her own explosive orgasm and squirmed
against me, I turned her head to one side and passionately kissed her. We
completely lost track of time down here in her basement. We did whatever
the majority of viewers wanted. Since they had a platinum membership and
paid well for shows like this, the women did most of what they wanted,
depending on their likes.
We took each other with various strap ons, lapped up each others pussy
juices with our tongues, suckled on each others nipples hungrily and
spooned on the bed. As I was grinding my sweet, bald pussy against
Anna's, I glanced up at the clock and saw that 3 hours had passed, its
amazing how time flies when your having fun.
At the 11.30pm mark, Anna moved away from me and rested on her knees on
the bed. "Thank you all for watching boys.. And girls, stay tuned for
this weekend, when we may put on another show, depending on what you, the
audience wants, until then, good night, and very sweet dreams," she said
to the web cams, then clicked a button on the screen which turned the web
cams off.
Moving back to me, she kissed me passionately again. Gazing back into her
intense blue eyes, I held her and returned her kiss. "Thank you marisol,
thank you, I'll tell you tomorrow just how popular you were and, give you
your share of tonight's show when it comes to me," she told me as she
helped me back into my skirt.
As I got my balance in my heels, she twirled my panties around her finger
and stated her intent to keep them for next time. "By all means, if I was
liked, I'll be back this weekend," I told her as I kissed her again, then
walked with her up the stairs to the ground floor.
I expected her to lead me to the front door, but instead, she lead me up
to the bathroom and proceeded to give me a very soft, loving wash down,
paying close attention to my thighs and soft pussy. I whimpered and shook
as the soft loofa caressed my soft, sensitive skin.
"This is so that Kurt wont suspect anything, unless he sees you
undressing, im sure you;ll think of something if he does," she told me as
she kissed me again, then helped me to dress again. Rubbing up against
her as we kissed, my fingers found her nipples and rubbed them, making
them swell up against my own breasts.
If I hadn't had a husband waiting for me, I probably wouldn't have left
at all, but I knew I had to and made the short walk back to Marisol's
home. As I unlocked the front door and walked in, I took off my heels
and softly padded into the kitchen to make a coffee. Just as I was about
to taste it, I felt a pair of familiar strong arms around my slender
waist, then smelt a familiar aftershave.
"Well, I trust you enjoyed your trip to.. Tuscon," he softly said into my
ear as I smiled and pushed back against him. "Yes, I did, we did,, a lot,
most of it would bore you, so I wont tell you," I responded as his hands
found my skirt and raised it up over my hips.
Shaking as his fingers found my thong panties missing, I blushed and
tried to push my skirt back down. "Well well, what do we have here, you
left here with panties on, but you've come back without them, what
happened between then and now," he asked me as he spun me around and
lifted me up onto the bench.
":Nothing, as I said, we did a lot, now, its late, and I don't think you
need to know," I said as he took in my scent and thrust out breasts.
"No, your up to something, I know it, come clean, confess," he responded
as I bit my lip and thought fast.
"Very well, I confess, its my intention to leave you for Anna, we're
going to run away together, be lesbian lovers and forgo men completely, I
feel better now that I've confessed," I said as he shook his head and
without any warning, lifted me over his shoulder and carried me across
the kitchen and living room to the stairs leading up to the bedroom.
"Oh no you're not, I have plenty of things that Anna doesn't, and im
going to show you," he said as he easily carried me and lightly swatted
my firm ass, making me giggle and squeal in mock panic and fear. As I
squirmed on his shoulder, he again swatted me and dropped me down onto
the bed.
Getting up on my hands and knees, I tried to crawl away, but he pulled me
back by my ankles and slid my skirt back up again. "Im going to show you
why Marisol married me, why im better than anything another woman has,"
he stated as he pinned me down and kissed me.
As we kissed, my mock struggles ceased. While I lay there, he loosened my
corset and helped me out of it, then cupped my firm breasts and gently
played with them, sending pleasure through me as he knew my female body
so very well.
As he held me down, he slipped out of his pj pants and rubbed his cock
against my still sensitive pussy. While I had enjoyed Anna's strap ons,
there was nothing like the real thing.
My thighs parted almost automatically as he kissed along my cheeks, neck,
then along my shoulder. I arched my back and moaned as he kissed my most
sensitive parts, then gently slid his cock past my outer pussy lips and
deep inside me.
Writhing and gasping underneath him, I wrapped my toned thighs around him
and dug my heels into his back. Shaking as my pussy milked and worked on
his cock, he turned around so that I was on top. Bringing his hands up to
my heaving breasts, I writhed as he caressed and tugged on my nipples,
bringing me down to him for another kiss.
With the real thing buried deep inside me, I orgasmed and came within 10
minutes. He was ever the consumate lover and thrust into me to make
things more intense before he orgasmed, spurting his cum deep inside me.
As he came, I felt a warmth go through my body, there was no feeling like
the one when a man cums deep inside a woman, of being held, filled.
Barely a minute later, he slid out of me and the sound of his soft
snoring filled the bedroom. Sighing as even I did that after sex as a
man, I sat up and padded naked into the bathroom to wash myself.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I wondered who I was, was I Marisol or
Scott, was I married to Emily or Kurt. The more I spent as Marisol, the
more blurred the line got.
I loved Emily, I loved her and couldn't wait to be with her again, but
the feelings going through me were making me doubt myself. I resolved to
think about it more in the morning and returned to bed. I knew for sure I
would want to do another web cam performance and was even more happy that
I had come here to live.
End of part two. I hope you like. I'll take ideas for future chapters as
per usual. On another note, I'll be away in the US from the 4th of july
to the 3rd of august. If your in new york, miami, new Orleans or
Washington dc, like my stories and want to meet me, email me at
amtrak2990@yahoo.com and let me know what city your in.