20 May 2012

Marriage of Convenience 2

 By: Rikki

Don had suffered great emotional trauma since Sarah had thrown him out
of the house a week ago. Leaving in his car wearing only women's
lingerie and high heels, he had no idea where to go or what to do. The
suitcases in the trunk were filled with his women's clothes only, and
his hair was still tightly rolled in curlers that had been set with
semen from Sarah's boyfriend's used condoms and dried into his hair
under a hair dryer. Not to mention the makeup he was wearing. He had
parked behind a vacant building in a remote area and taken out the
suitcases to find something to wear. She had only packed him dresses.
He put on a black knee length dress and zipped it up. He had gotten
back in the car and began the tedious task of removing the rollers from
his hair. It seems semen makes the hair very stiff and it was stuck
together. He fought to get the pins out and then the rollers. When he
finished his hair looked like the rollers were still in place as the
hair was curled so stiffly. He could do nothing about it at the time.
He would have to shampoo it out, or at least try to later.

"Damn it," he thought as he looked at himself. He had to get somewhere
safe and think this out. He finally drove to a little remote motel, and
just walked in to the woman behind the desk and requested a room. She
looked at him and said nothing handing him his key. As he left she
shook her head and said, "To each his own I guess." She gave a quick
chuckle and went back to her reading as if nothing had happened. From
the room Don had managed to get some clothes dropped off at the door
saying he'd explain later. Over the week Don was in turmoil over what
to do. Being forced to out himself was a huge stumbling block for Don.
He didn't want to tell anyone about his dressing, who would, and Sarah
was forcing him to choose between her and her continued support of his
secret desires, or she would file for divorce and move on.

Several attempts to call Sarah during the week yielded nothing. She had
changed the answering machine to say, "Hi you've reached Sarah. I will
call you back as soon as I get a chance. If this is Don, I'll see you
in a couple of days? Have a nice day."

She wasn't allowing him to even discuss the matter. Don agonized over
who to tell about his crossdressing. Don pulled out a dress that he was
going to wear today. It was time. He slid stockings up his legs as he
thought of how he could change her mind once he got there. He tried to
pick an outfit that would draw as little attention as possible on the
drive over to the house. He picked out a black dress and black pumps
and put them on. He would wait on the other accessories till he was
closer to the house. Don was very nervous as he drove. He still hadn't
come up with a single name that he felt even remotely comfortable with
to give her. He didn't want to do this. This was a true humiliation and
not play. He didn't want to lose what she brought to his life either,
so he continued on to unknown humiliation that was to happen soon.

Sarah answered the door to find her husband standing there dressed in
womens clothes just as he had been instructed to do.

"Hello Donald. I see you still wear women's clothes," she said looking
him over. "Came to save the marriage did we?" she spoke emotionlessly
and didn't smile.

"Please Sarah, let me in before the neighbors see me standing here like
this," he said looking around nervously.

"Come on in Donald, and take all your clothes off and sit down in that
chair so we can get started." She pointed to a chair in the center of
the living room.

"Take my clothes off?" he asked.

"We don't have time for all this Donald. Clothes off, all of them and
sit your naked ass in the chair," she said getting louder.

He looked at her as did as she said and he sat down naked in the chair
while she stared right back at him. She pulled off his wig, and threw
in on the table.

She took a couple of long straps and wrapped one around his waist and
one around his chest and secured him to the chair.

"What are you doing Cindy?" he asked as she tied his ankles to the legs
of the chair.

"Isn't it obvious Donald. I'm tying you to the chair," she said as she
continued.

"I can see that, but why," he said nervously.

"So you can't get out of the chair Donald. Any more stupid questions?"
she smiled and patted his hand as she finished tying his wrist. "I
don't want you to get up."

Sara unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She removed her
bra and stepped out of her panties, but left her pumps on. She pulled a
chair up in front of Don and sat down pulling one of her feet up in the
seat and letting her thighs spread open wide to give Don a clear view
of her pussy. Her tits stood firm and with the small diamond studs that
pierced each nipple. She sipped her drink.

"I wasn't sure you were coming today or not," she said looking into his
eyes.

"Sarah, can we please talk about this, I mean I made a mistake and I
want to......."

"Donald. Yes you made a mistake, and we are going to talk about it.
Right now. Both of us sitting right here in our living room together,
naked, and we will discuss your future, and only the future. Yes
Donald, you made a mistake and that is why we are here." She looked at
him and smiled, "Are you ready to have that discussion, or should I ask
you to leave for good this time?"

"Yes, yes I guess I'm ready. I feel very uncomfortable sitting here
like this though to have this talk."

"Uncomfortable? Why would you be uncomfortable? Sitting naked with your
wife?" She looked at him with her eyes opened wide. "No, I don't think
that's it Donald. You feel uncomfortable because you know what we are
about to discuss. And I don't blame you either. I wouldn't want to be
in your pumps right now," she gave a quick grin and sipped her drink.
Don shook his head in frustration. Why wouldn't she just listen to him?

"Donald. Now let's get a few things straight here. I don't want any
misunderstandings," she gave him a firm look. "You see this?" she said
spreading her pussy open with her fingers so he could see it's full
beauty. "Even though you and I are married and you are legally my
husband, this pussy is for me to enjoy. Me and other men of my
choosing, but not you. Real men Donald. Not one's that like to have me
paint their toenails red like a little girl or buy them a new dress on
their birthday." She gave him a pouty lip before she continued, "So you
have never, or will you ever participate in any kind of sexual activity
with me as your wife. We have a business deal here, I am a performer in
your life Donald. I think that is understood. Right?"

"Yes," Don said softly looking at her pussy as she stroked it now with
her finger. Though that was what he agreed to, her beauty and seductive
ways made her so desirable to him. He even blamed her for the excessive
teasing she gave him that night before his indiscretion at the party.

"We are married for a different reason than other people. A marriage of
convenience. Your fantasies fulfilled and my desired lifestyle in a
financially stab le environment." She then chuckled as she looked up at
him, "You are to masturbate Donald," she smiled again, then laughed
after saying that. "With your hand. That is your sex life. I don't care
when or where you do it, as long as you do it by hand and use no other
devices," she flipped her hair back. "You don't need a sexual partner,
male or female, in your life. You have me to share your little
fantasies and secrets with. You don't need anything else. You have your
girly side. Remember? That is what you said you wanted," she smiled and
reflected, "I will also 'pretend' I enjoy your dressing up as a girl
and that when you are dressed as a girl and being feminine it actually
turns me on. I have always dressed for you Donald in a manner that
incorporates all your fetish desires and never allowed you to feel you
were anything but the best thing in my life," she said looking away
now. "I never have belittled you or made you feel anything but a man
when you wore your dresses, until this indiscretion of yours."

"Yes Sarah, but I........"

"Hush Donald. I'm not done yet." She looked at him and smiled, "Do you
still want me in your life Donald? Talking sexy to you and prancing
around the house seductively, acting like I'm excited about you
allowing me to be part of all this?" she gave a knowing look and
noticing that his penis was now swelling. Don now knew why he was
naked. He couldn't deny the physical reactions she was observing. His
penis was saying yes for him. She looked down at his penis as he
silently nodded his head yes.

"Well then Donald. Here is what we are going to do tonight then. We're
going to dress you up tonight like a girl. I will spend all the time it
takes dressing you to look like a glamour queen," she stood and walked
around as if in thought. "Oh I'm sure you'll enjoy it." she laughed,
"And then you will pose for me dressed as a girl while I take some
pictures." She seemed excited now by his nervous reactions. Don hung
his head saying nothing. "These pictures Donald are going to be shown
to the three people you name here tonight. You know, the three people
you now desire to share your most treasured..." she kissed him, "and
mostly deeply and personally held,...." she kissed him again. "secret."
She looked at him and smiled. "And I have also picked three people,
which of course you will not know who they are. You'll just have to
live life with the knowledge that there are several people that you
know who are laughing behind your back at you. Could be someone you see
everyday, or it could be someone you see occasionally. Thing is you
won't know, and you will suspect every smile, giggle, and smirk that
come your way," she grinned at his discomfort. "What do you expect
Donald? I mean you want to be a man, but you like to look like a girl,"
she giggled. "I do expect your cooperation on this Donald since it is
for you after all that I'm doing all this. You did cheat on me," she
said.

"Cheat?" he thought. Here she was having sex with whoever she desired.
He doesn't even know who she was having sex with or even when. She
seemed to always be there with him. She had no restrictions at all, but
she was going to do this to him over a blowjob he received? This didn't
seem right that she should be able restrict him and enforce this
masturbation only thing. It was so humiliating, even though he had told
her all he needed was a woman to take care of his secret desires and he
could just love himself. He also had told her he would dress up as a
woman and be his own girlfriend, standing in front of a mirror to
masturbate while kissing his own image in the mirror. Sarah had laughed
at that idea when she first heard himsay it but then she soon required
him to agree to it before they were actually married. She felt that
would financially secure her as it would leave other women out of the
question. This had been so much more difficult for him than he had
thought it would be back then. If she had no desire sexually for him
then why this jealous rage?

"Well Donald?" she said raising his chin, "Are you ready to let me put
you in that dress and take pictures of you?" she smiled at his nervous
look. "Then we will sit down and you can give me the those names of the
people you would like to tell about your dressing up as a girl, and we
will have the pictures to prove it," she grinned as she slipped on a
robe. She held it wide open and asked him. "Can you do without this?"
she smiled posing her nudity again.

"You know Donald. I don't relish doing this to you." she said getting
the hair rollers out. "I was perfectly happy before. Our arrangement
was working out well for me."

"Sarah......."

"That's enough Donald. I'm going to put you in curlers for the
pictures."

"Sarah no. Your not going to use your boyfriends cum again are you?
That was disgusting." He looked up at her.

"Does it really matter at this point Donald?" she said holding up four
used condoms then turning his head forward and pulling a wet comb
through his hair. Don balked initially when Sarah tried to put tape
over his mouth, but then held still while three strips of duct tape
were put across his mouth making it impossible for him to speak. She
then squeezed the semen out of the condoms onto his head and then she
started combing the cum into his hair again. "Hold still Donaold," she
said as she continued this degrading task on his hair.

"Three of these condoms are from last night and one is from this
morning," she said smiling looking up at him glaring at her.
"Ohhhhhh......Donald, this morning was sooo....good," she cooed as the
first roller was wound tightly in his hair. "We were right there in the
bedroom, in our bed Donald, his big cock pumping my pussy the way it
needs to be pumped, hitting all the right spots at the exact right
time. Ohhh, Donald. I was the only woman in our bed for a change," she
giggled and continued rolling his hair.

"MMMPPPFFF" Donald snorted obviously pissed at her teaseing.

"Just hush Donald. I'll let you maturbate when I'm done with you, but
don't you want to hear about my evening? It's not all just about you,
you know. That's the problem isn't it. We are always worried about you
more than us," she said twising the rollers tighter now.

She opened her robe while she worked on his hair and her breast were
very close to his face. She even bumped his cheek with her breast
several times as she curled his hair. As she finished filling his head
with curlers she held a hand mirror and asked, "Well? Do you like them.
I know how you like having your hair set." She was taunting him with
his own desires. His hair set in tight straight rows of brush curlers
with the heads of each pink pin perfectly aligned across his head
holding them firmly in place. Worst of all she had set it in her
boyfriends semen again to humiliate and degrade Don for his
indiscretion.

"You know," she said grinning, "I just put a lot of effort in rolling
your hair Donald, the least you could do is show some appreciation."
She walked away and returned with a dress on a hanger.

"I picked this dress for you to wear for your piictures." She smiled
and held it up so he could see it front and back.

"MMPPFFFF!!!!!" Don was shaking his head no.

"What? Why not? I think it's just darling," she gushed as she hung it
up for him to look at.

"NNAAAAA.........MMPPFFF!!" he snorted at her.

"Oh hush Donald. What's your problem? Just a man in curlers wearing
that dress. What is the big deal? C'mon it's time to get you ready."

1 comment:

  1. Again The author writes a guy who is obviously completely Brain Dead.
    He Didn't know who his wife was fucking....no idea no curiosity to find out . Just blindly dress up like that with all the risk and yet she finds out about what he did once in his office. And knows her name.
    Brain Dead .He doesn't .even try to find out if for no other reason than to find out which of his friends was laughing at him as that is the most likely people she would take as lovers. And lets not forget the author mentions she has lots of them he didn't know how many. But he believes in this arrangement that this woman has kept it a secret . Even though he claims the lovers are with her all the time...

    Yet he is concerned that this guy/guys, who would defiantly know about the arrangement he has with his wife. Would have no doubt told lots of his other friends...
    This story doesn't make any sense
    Shit I hate that

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