Lori is coming back home tonight, I had to remind myself. Mark and I slept together last night, then I had to tell him goodbye this morning. That was a bittersweet ending to an amazing weekend. I washed all the laundry and sheets, putting everything back the way it was before my wife went out of town. I hadn’t heard anything from Mark since he left this morning. That’s probably for the best anyway, I reasoned. I need to get my head right and remember my masculine identity. Lori will be expecting sex tonight.
Normally, I would be looking forward to banging my wife. But the thought of it was making me anxious. I had not been inclined to stimulate myself, as a male, in days. What if I can’t get hard? I worried. So, while the laundry was drying, I spent a little time watching straight porn online. Fortunately, my body responded to the visual stimulation and produced an erection.
As I watched the porn and masturbated, I couldn’t stop my mind from imagining that I was the girl in the videos. My dick felt good and hard in my hand, but I wanted it to be Mark’s. “Oh, fuck this!” I said out loud. I went to the dresser, pulled out a pair of panties and Lori’s vibrator. Then I slid back into the pink dress and heels. I won’t be in it very long, but I have to do this, I thought.
I lay down on the bed and immediately begin teasing myself with the vibrator over my panties. “Ohhh Mark,” I moaned aloud, “I want your dick in my pussy.” I was about to spread lubricant on the toy when my cell phone chimed with a text notification.
From Mark; Check this out, attaching a link to the Noodles website. Apparently, Saturday night, there was going to be an event, especially for crossdressers. Availability would be limited, and only open for guests who register. The cost was $200, but came with a full makeover from a professional stylist, and the participants get to keep all the makeup.
Wow! I texted in response. Kinda expensive though.
I already paid for you, Mark sent back, attaching a smile emoji.
OMG! I am soooo excited. Thank you! I JUST got dressed one last time before Lori comes home, I texted.
Mmm. Can I see? Mark asked.
I sent Mark a pic.
God Baby! Mark texted. Dena’s at work. Can I call you?
I tapped the call icon on my phone, dialing Mark.
“Hey, Baby,” Mark answered.
“Hi,” I said softly. “What are you doing?”
“Mmm. Jacking off, now,” Mark moaned.
“Ooooh I wish I was there, sucking Mr. Dynamite,” I said sexily.
“Oh yes,” Mark replied, loudly fisting his cock.
“I’m spreading my legs and sliding your dick inside me right now,” I told Mark.
“Oh you make my cock so hard, Dani,” Mark admitted, panting.
“Mmmm. You’re all the way inside me, Mark. I want you to use this thing on me next time I’m sucking your cock.”
“Be like taking another cock while you suck me. Fuck that’s hot, Baby,” Mark groaned.
“Would that turn you on? Watching me get fucked while I suck you?” I asked.
Mark thought for a second. “Well if we did it for real, I think I’d want to be the one fucking you while you sucked someone.”
I turned the vibrator on and moaned loudly, “Oh God, Baby! Let’s find someone Saturday night!”
I heard Mark panting and rapidly stroking his cock. “Oh fuck, Dani! I’m gonna cum!”
I started fucking myself hard with the vibrator. “Oh yes! I want you to watch me suck somebody’s cock while you fuck me, Mark. I want you to fuck me so hard when I swallow another man’s cum. Fuck me! Cum in me!” I groaned loudly.
I listened to the fapping sound of Mark rapidly fisting his cock. Then it went silent. Even his breathing stopped. Then I heard a loud “Ahhhhh” as Mark exploded on himself.
I slipped the vibrator out. No orgasm, but I definitely got close. I felt wonderful. “Saturday is going to take forever to get here.”
“Yeah,” Mark replied, after several heavy breaths.
“I better put everything away. I’ll talk to you later,” I said.
“OK, I better get cleaned up too. Bye, Baby,” Mark said, ending the call.
Lori got home at around midnight. “Hey, Babe. I was just about to call you. Late flight?” I asked.
“Yes,” Lori answered, exasperated. “I’m wiped out,” Lori complained, then kissed me briefly on the lips.
I was expecting a little more passion since we had been apart for a week. And I couldn’t help feeling a little undesired. Every other time we’ve been apart for even a night or two, Lori couldn’t wait to get me into bed.
“Well, I’m glad you’re home now. Sorry you had such a long day,” I said, pulling the covers back on our bed. Lori’s phone chimed. She took note of it, then began sending a text. “Who’s texting you at midnight?” I asked, a bit annoyed.
“It’s just my boss, wanting to make sure I made it home,” Lori replied, as she typed her reply.
“Ohhh Kayyyy,” I replied, annoyed that I didn’t have more of my wife’s attention. “I’m gonna get a drink. Want one?”
Lori didn’t even look up from her phone, as she continued sending a much longer text than, Yes, I’m home. Thanks for checking.
I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of bourbon. In the minute or so it took me to make my drink, I heard two more text notifications from Lori’s phone.
What the hell? I thought. I had met Lori’s boss. He’s a good looking guy, about my age. But Lori has never given me any reason to be suspicious of her. Gotta be an explanation. He’s probably just protective, I thought, dismissively.
When I returned to the bedroom, Lori was already undressed and in bed. I got in on my side and slid over to lie behind her. “I’m really tired, Honey,” Lori responded, not even turning to face me. I rolled over, feeling really uneasy, eventually falling asleep.
The next day, Lori texted to let me know she’d be working late. Apparently there were meetings she had to attend, related to her business trip. I had hoped we would get back to some sort of normalcy, eating dinner together, talking as we watched the news, maybe have sex. I wasn’t really needing sex with her, but it would have been nice if she had wanted it.
The rest of the week was much of the same. I didn’t push the issue though. I knew I would be having sex with Mark, and possibly another man, on Saturday. So I really didn’t want to start a fight and end up not being able to get away with him. I used my time alone to buy a dress, stockings, bra, panties and heels. I also got my own auburn hair and dildo from the adult toy store. I hid it all in my messy garage.
Saturday morning. I was waiting for Lori to end her phone call so I could tell her my plans for the night. As soon as she hung up, Lori asked, “So you and Mark are going to some trade show this weekend?”
My eyes went big. “Uhh,” I began.
“Dena just called and asked if I wanted to go to the movies tonight,” Lori explained. “When will you guys be back?”
Hearing the word “weekend”, I quickly answered, “He said something about going both days. So, I don’t know. Might just get a hotel down there.” I just gambled a huge amount, and I hope this pays off, I thought. In my head, I was kicking Mark for not sharing this brilliant idea with me beforehand. I tried to relax my completely tense body as I awaited Lori’s reaction.
“Well, you guys have fun,” Lori answered, absently turning her attention back to her cell phone.
“Thanks, Honey,” I said smiling. “I’m sure we will.”
I quickly texted Mark, When are you picking me up?
Leaving now, he replied.
OK. Come in and talk to Lori, so I can get all my stuff together, I advised.
Mark sent the thumbs-up emoji in response.
I retrieved a small overnight duffle bag and packed a few clothes. I answered the door when Mark arrived, and escorted him to the kitchen.
“Hey, Sexy!” Mark greeted Lori.
“Hey, Sexy, yourself,” she replied, throwing her arms around his neck. Lori has always openly flirted with Mark. I knew Lori was attracted to him, but she knew Mark was way too good of a friend to ever solicit something untoward.
As they chatted, I casually went to the garage and packed my special things into my duffle. A few minutes later, I kissed Lori goodbye and climbed into Mark’s Tahoe.
“It’s early. What are we going to do until the club opens?” I asked Mark.
He laughed and said, “The hotel check-in time is in about thirty minutes. I’m sure we can figure something out.”
I laughed back with him. “Brilliant idea. Trade show. Would have been nice to know you had already told Dena that!”
“Yeah. Sorry. I got some spam e-mail about it so it just kinda came to me, all at once,” Mark explained. “That thing is like two hours away so it’s perfect for needing a hotel.”
“You sir, are a genius,” I complimented, smiling. “Did you already make a reservation?”
“I did,” Mark began. “I told them a king bed for two occupants. So, you should pr…”
“I need to change,” I interrupted, turning my attention to the duffle in the back seat.
“Hey! Do these seats lie flat?” I asked jokingly, mimicking Amber. Then I climbed over the center console to the back seat and began shedding my male attire. When I started taking my underwear off, I reached forward and moved the rearview mirror. I just wanted to remove the possibility of Mark seeing something I didn’t want him to see.
I dressed in a very snug-fitting sweater dress, red bra and panties, black stockings and red velvet heels. My long auburn hair felt wonderful brushing against my skin through the open back of the dress. I slipped on a COVID mask and sunglasses, just as Mark pulled into the hotel parking garage.
I stayed in the car while Mark went to check us in. Then he texted me the room number, 1401. I waited a few minutes, giving Mark time to carry our bags to the room before I started for the elevator. When I pushed the button to go up, I noticed we were on the very top floor. “Nice job, Mr. Dynamite,” I laughed.
My heels clicked a sexy cadence as I walked from the elevator to room 1401 at the end of the hall. I knocked quietly on the door to our room. After a minute or so, I knocked a bit louder. I was about to turn and head back to the elevator when Mark finally opened the door. Mark’s face was beaming as he presented the room to me.
He had lit candles on both nightstands and one on the table. Also, on the table, I noticed a fruit and cheese tray displayed next to a bucket containing a chilled bottle of champagne.
I slipped my mask off, revealing my own beaming smile. “Oh my God, Baby,” I whispered.
I told them it was our anniversary,” Mark replied quietly. Then Mark put a hand on my back and leaned towards me. I was sooo eager for Mark to kiss me, but his lean continued until his other hand was behind my thighs. He lifted me off the floor effortlessly and carried me into the room. It was only a few steps, but that romantic gesture made me want him more than ever.
Mark lay me down gently on the bed and gave me a tender kiss. “You are so beautiful, Dani.” Then he turned and walked back to the table. Mark poured two glasses of champagne and brought them into bed with us. I couldn’t get my head around the reality of my situation. I was lying on a bed, in a hotel, looking and feeling beautiful, next to a man that every woman is attracted to. He wants ME, I marveled, as I leaned over and lightly kissed Mark’s lips.
We drank our champagne, just enjoying the quiet of the room. Mark played his fingers over my body, down my legs, then back up slowly, repetitively, as we imbibed. “I bought you some things,” Mark whispered.
“You did?” I asked sweetly.
“I did,” Mark answered, smiling. “You want to see?”
I nodded greedily, and watched Mark pull a small package from his suitcase. He handed me a box, the size a dress might come in, but I didn’t want to guess. “Open it,” Mark said eagerly.
I took off the little ribbon and lifted the top of the box off. “Oh my God, Mark!” I said loudly, as I held up two very life-like breast forms. “These are perfect! Where did you even find such things?”
“I did a lot of shopping, Baby,” Mark laughed. “I just happened to find the right store…for us.”
“They’re amazing!” I beamed. “I’m putting these on, right now!”
“Well, there’s more in the box,” Mark added.
I looked under the tissue paper, gasped, and lifted out a black satin and lace teddy. “It is so beautiful,” I whispered.
“Look at the matching panties,” Mark whispered.
“Oh. No way!” I whispered, shocked, as I pulled out a pair of black lace, crotchless panties with very realistic labia exposed. I looked at Mark, speechless in my amazement.
“You like?” he asked.
“You HAVE to let me put these on, right now!” I answered.
“Well, you have to do one thing first,” Mark said playfully.
“What is that, darling?” I replied.
“Suck my fucking cock,” Mark demanded.
“Mmm. You say the sweetest things,” I moaned, as I unbuttoned Mark’s pants.
End of Part 7
