TG: Trust Me! 7 by Vickie Tern, femdom, wife, M/F, M/M 

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                                 TRUST ME!
                               by Vickie Tern




                               VII.

    The next morning as we walked down to the pool I tried to take
Monica aside to ask if she had taken precautions, but she clung to
Ben the whole time, and he gazed down fondly on her, and there was
no opportunity.  The well-hung young man was at the pool again, and
with easy affability Ben introduced himself and then introduced 
us all around -- his name was Jeff -- and then organized the 
four of us into a game of water polo, boys against girls.  The 
young man fell against me repeatedly in his efforts to block my 
shots, and it became obvious he was trying to feel me up.  
This was new for me, and made me uneasy.  But my bathing suit 
molded me beautifully, and after last night's escapades I 
decided to let him.  Then there was no getting rid of
him.  In fact, with a glance toward me, Monica invited him to
breakfast with us, and then to play golf with us, then tennis.  As
we dressed in our tennis outfits with their short, flirty skirts,
she suggested I wear black panties fringed in
French lace, not my proper tennis panties.  So Jeff never took his
eyes off my pretty bottom, and I beat him easily even though I was
trying to play like an inexperienced girl, as girls do with boys
they like.  We spent the whole day together. 

     As we dressed for cocktails that night, Monica told me, "Ben
and I are going out for drinks and dinner tonight.  Just the two of
us.  We'll be back late.  Jeff'll be here to pick you up in a few
minutes.  Do you know how to dance young people's dances these
days?  Have fun!"

     That night, tired out from slow dancing, and dirty dancing,
and hop dancing, I couldn't think how to turn Jeff off at the door,
so he came into my room for a nightcap.  He'd been wonderfully 
personable and attentive all through dinner, and at the dance he'd 
been lighthearted and increasingly affectionate, but always 
gentlemanly.  He fixed drinks for the two of us, then sat 
down on the couch next to me, and we talked.  

     Then he stayed the night.  He surprised me with a soft kiss 
full on the mouth, and I surprised myself by kissing him back.  He began
playing with my nipples and the little titties that seemed to be
behind them, and I melted, and my mind roamed to the feel of Ben's
cock inside me, and I wondered what Jeff's might feel like.  He
sensed my surrender.  I was terrified he'd find out I wasn't a true
woman when he reached into my crotch.  But when he felt the
Super-Max Pad I kept there to simulate a mound of Venus and cover
my male equipment, he smiled.  

     "It's just as well," he said.  "I don't have a condom with 
me anyhow.  But if you don't mind, I can try to please you through 
your back door.  Have you ever made love that way?  Do you mind...?   
Would you...?"  I kissed him even more deeply, and my hands stroked 
his thin, strong shoulders.  I had my own Ben!

     I didn't mind.  I would.  It was as if I had been mesmerized
by this new kind of sex for me, being penetrated and entered and
filled by someone firm, attentive, and considerate.  Some
time during the night Monica and Ben came home, and I half-woke to
see that Monica was looking in on me.  When the light from
her room fell across my bed and revealed me sprawled across Jeff,
our bed covers tangled on the floor and his long cock still in my
hand, I heard her enter and pick up a blanket, then cover the two
of us.  Then I felt her kiss me softly on the cheek, and
retreating, close the door behind her. 

     And so the weekend went.  Jeff and I were together almost
constantly, and he fucked and screwed and sucked and licked me as
often as I did these things to him.  I managed to speak to Monica
briefly in the Women's Locker Room about the risk she ran of
getting pregnant by Ben.  But she was strangely unconcerned.  "Do
you think so? she said.  "Well then.  He just pumped another load
into me in the Sauna, when I was sitting in his lap.  He's
inexhaustible, that man.  You didn't notice?  Here, suck it out of
me." 

     And she leaned way back on a bench and spread her legs wide,
and looked at me imperiously, waiting.  So I dropped to my knees
and leaned way in, and lapped and sucked and scrubbed her slit and
her pussy with my tongue, as best I could.  His cum still tasted
like heavy sweet cream, I found as I cleaned her out, unlike
Jeff's, which was also delicious but a little salty.  She had a
small orgasm, nothing like those wrenching cataclysms she and Ben
shared, but she smiled gratefully at me.

     "Feel better, now?  Andrea, you can't follow me and Ben around
like a puppy, or a human douche bag, waiting to slip your tongue
into my pussy.  The two of us fuck all the time.  You'll just have
to wait until we get home, and then I'll explain things to my
husband.  But he's not here, remember?"

     I had no choice.

     We wore every outfit we had bought for the weekend, and Sunday
night as we gathered up our luggage to go home, Monica was amused
that I was limping, walking a little spraddle-legged.  I might
have overdone it with Jeff, I was thinking to myself.  But he'd
been so sweet, I couldn't refuse him!  And he felt so good in my
mouth or my rear!

     "Andrea dear," Monica said.  "Try to walk a bit more
respectably.  You are the very image of a well-fucked woman.  Ben's
just gone off at a business meeting in Detroit now, but I hope he 
gave Jeff a handsome bonus before he left.  Obviously he was worth every
penny."

     I was shocked!  But also a little depressed!  "Jeff was a
prostitute?  He did it for pay?  Not for me, because he admired
me?"

     "Oh, my dearest Angela, he did admire you!  He's one of the
highest-paid male escorts in the business, and he takes on no
clients that don't interest him.  That first time we met him at the
pool, he was looking you over.  He told Ben later that he was
willing to romance you for half his fee, and even to sleep with you
for no fee at all.  You have a delightfully sluttish innocence, he 
said, and certainly know how to enjoy a man who knows how 
to enjoy you.  But he has to earn a living, so we paid him in full.  
He was worth every penny just to keep you busy while Ben and I 
played with each other round the clock, and also in furthering 
your education as to what it means to be a woman.  How 
wonderful it can be.  And doing it safely, without risk.  
Now we really can talk to each other about how different guys feel
inside us, can't we?"

     And Monica linked her arm into mine and laughed a voluptuous,
knowing laugh.  I felt even more uneasy.  "Oh, c'mon," she said.
"Didn't you have a perfectly scrumptious time?"  I had to admit it.

     When we got home, Monica suggested we have a long talk. 
"Andrea, now my beloved spouse returned to me," she said, "I have
some things I need to tell you that you need to know.  But we'll
talk in a restaurant.  In a public place, because I don't know if
you'll be upset or not when you hear them."

     She took one long look at my face, and then broke out, "Oh, my
dear, my darling, my lovely pet, please don't look so sad.  You
look ready to dissolve!  No, I'm not going to leave you!  I'm never
going to leave you!  I love you!  I need you!  Now more than ever! 
You don't know how much!  But when you hear what I have to say,
maybe you'll want to leave me.  I hope not.  I'd feel desolated! 
Maybe even betrayed.  But not by you.  So we need to talk things
over quietly!"

     We said very little to each other as we drove to our favorite
restaurant, the little Italian restaurant where we had first met,
as it were, as girl friends, and I had first learned not to be
afraid to show my femininity to the world.  Again, it was crowded. 
Once the Maitre d' had seated us, and we had ordered drinks, I just
looked mournfully at Monica and said nothing.  This was her sell,
and I didn't even know what kind of property she had in mind.

     She took a deep breath and began.  "First of all, I want to
tell you again, I love you, and I don't ever want to lose you.  No
matter what.  I'm not going to tell you everything now, just enough
for now.  More later when the time comes.  I'm not hiding anything,
but I do want you to come to the same conclusions I've reached, all
on your own.  And that means thinking things through a little at a
time.  I think I know what you want most from life, and from our
marriage.  But I'm not sure you know, yet.  All right?"  

     I nodded.                               

     "You saw that I've been having an affair with Ben.  It hasn't
been for too long.  Maybe three or four months.  He's been hitting
on me for years, and I've been turning him down for years, but he's
a man of enormous persuasive charm, and I confess it, one afternoon
when the office had closed down, and I knew you were prancing
around in your skirts and negligees and things at home, not too
eager to see me home early, I thought I'd just try him out.

     "Well, he overwhelmed me!  Like a summer storm!  Sudden down
pouring fury, thunder, lightning, all of it!  I couldn't get enough
of that massive cock into me!  It's very special, gentle yet thick 
enough to stretch anyone, and so insatiable, you know?  Yes, you 
do know, now.  I couldn't get enough of his ferocious energy into 
me either!  All that vitality!  You know that now too.  
Could you resist him?  No, not even with all of your male 
conditioning to avoid sex with men.  How could I, once he'd reached me."  

     "I'd gotten too used to you, I guess.  You're gentle, and
considerate, and sweet, and everything I've always wanted in a man. 
You're also everything I might want in a woman too, they're the
same traits.  I asked you to get that vasectomy, and you did, with
no hesitation.  Giving up for me your whole posterity!  All of your
wonderful potential as a parent!  For me!  Because I asked you to
do it, and it was done, and you've never said a word to me about it
since!  You are a priceless marvel!   I bet if I was to ask you to
give up your manhood altogether, your balls, you'd do it.  I've
been thinking of asking, because they aren't doing anything for you
now any more, and they're interfering with your womanhood in some
ways.  But all in good time."

     "I can't say Ben is selfless.  Ben gives nothing, you
negotiate with Ben.  He's not nice.  But in bed he's a force of
nature, with that huge cock, and those power-hammering,
pile-driving fucks.  He can keep it up all night!  After that first
afternoon, I couldn't give him up.  I wanted all that too!"       

     I was getting very uncomfortable with the direction this
conversation was taking, so I asked, "But why did you bring me in
on this?  Why did you set me up to have sex with your boy friend? 
To humiliate me?"

     "Humiliate you?  My dear, dear, sweet Andrea, I heard those
shrieks of joy while he was reaming your ass, and I saw your
expression when you were slurping down mouthfuls of his cum. 
That huge prick of his really can get to a girl.  I saw how eagerly
you sucked him.  You even deep throated him, and that's not easy
with a cock like that, is it?  I suspect that when he finally came
in your bowels, you felt an incredibly deep satisfaction that you'd 
brought off such a man, and that now you possessed his seed.  
That's all part of being a girl.  Isn't it?"

     "I couldn't stop with Ben, so I wanted to share him with you. 
I wanted my lover to be yours too.  That's what I wanted for you! 
That's all part of being married.  We're life-partners.  We share
everything.  Especially our feelings as women.  And you've wanted
to be a woman, haven't you?  To feel like one?  And now, don't
you?" 

     There was something troubling about this last statement.  The
distinction between wanting to be a woman and wanting merely to
feel like one no longer quite made sense to me.  "Woman or no woman," I
told Monica.  "I'd never have consented to sex with Ben if I hadn't 
already gone that route.  I suppose I felt that after Eric had done me, 
and I'd done him, I'd crossed the line.  I was no longer a virgin, and
as they say, another slice off a cut cake is never missed."

     "I suppose so, dear," Monica replied.  "But remember, I've
spent months preparing you to enjoy sex with men, so it would be
enjoyable esthetically and all other ways, and not seem some kind
of sick perversion.  Men have all kinds of inhibitions against sex
with other men, and we've had to overcome them, the two of us.  And
we have overcome them, haven't we?  You wanted Ben to push himself
into you any way he could, so you could give and get pleasure with
him any which way, didn't you?  And once you'd tasted Ben, you
wanted Jeff.  It does seem you couldn't get enough of Jeff, doesn't
it?  That's what I wanted for you!"  

     She smiled at me.  "I think you know that already, darling. 
We women know.  Could you resist either of those men?  And now,
you've got some wonderful romantic memories of your first times
with men, no matter how many other men you may sleep with before we
retire together as two little old ladies.  Still sleeping together
I hope."

     It was time to get to the heart of the matter.  I suppose as
far as infidelities went, I couldn't protest.  I'd already fucked
three men out of wedlock, and Monica only one, so far as I knew. 
Mine were after she'd begun her affair, but still....  

     So I came out with it.  "There's something else, too.  You
just spent three days getting pumped full of cum, and that man is
a fountain, and I'm sure he's potent as a goat!  You didn't douche
once, and you didn't use contraception, and I'll bet that except
for the cum I tried to suck out of you, and whatever's dripped out 
of you since then, it's all still there."

     "Probably, darling.  I slipped in a tampon to be sure.  I love
the thought that I'm keeping part of him in there with me."

     My voice rose a little.  I didn't know if I was desperate or
exasperated, but I wasn't getting through!  "Monica!  You'll get
pregnant!  You may already be pregnant!"

     "No, darling, I can't get pregnant.  I already am pregnant. 
Over three months pregnant.  Ben must have struck gold right off,
that afternoon we first took up with each other.  I never thought
about protection that afternoon.  I guess I was too used to you." 

     I just sat there, too staggered to move, even to blink.

     "Anyhow, when I found I was pregnant, I decided, OK, it's just
as well.  As I just said, I love the thought that part of him is in
there with me.  But how do we care for the baby?  I'm a
businesswoman, not a care giver.  I don't want to be tied to
feedings, and diaper changing.  Should I get rid of it?  So I went
and talked with Denise and Tinka about what they were doing, now
that Denise was pregnant, and Denise pointed out that I might not
be much of a care giver, but you certainly are.  You love
domesticity, and you have the most generous and tender heart in the
world.   And then the rest just fell into place.  I would have the
baby, and then you would take care of it.  Completely!  You've been
flirting with womanliness for years and years, and motherhood is a
woman's highest estate!"

     "Darling, this really is what you want.  Trust me.  I know! 
It'll take more time for you to get used to the idea, and you'll
certainly want to talk with Denise and Tinka about what's entailed. 
But you'll love it.  I know you'll love it."

     "There's one other thing, and I couldn't tell you before now,
only now, but it's very important to me.  Another reason why I
wanted to set you up with Ben.  I thought to myself, after all,
Andrea and I are both going to have Ben's baby.  It's only fair
that Andrea should share in the fun first.  So we should both get
laid by Ben, not just me.  We both should be knocked up by him. 
His sperm should be planted in both of us.  You can't say you
didn't enjoy it, can you, Andrea?  He plays a lovely tune, even
though you're now like lots of girls who have been indiscreet.  Now
you have to pay the piper."

     I sat there dumbfounded.  I couldn't even think.

     "Wasn't that a delicious dinner, darling," Monica asked?  "But
you've scarcely touched yours!  Well, no matter.  Your figure is
coming along so beautifully.  That nice, round tush!  I can't keep
my hands off it!   Let's call the waiter for the check.  Which one
of us should pay this time, do you think?"

     A few weeks later Denise and Tinka had their baby, well past
term, a ten pound boy, and they were both delighted with their
heaven-sent opportunity to raise a male properly for once.  Denise
returned to work and Tinka took over complete care of the infant. 

     A month later still, Monica and I were both amused to see how
we had both swollen, Monica in the belly, and me in the breast.
"Sympathetic vibrations" Monica called them, though I was convinced
my now-distinctive breasts were a by-product of the doctor's shots
and my own wish-fulfillment, and also of Monica's near-constant
stimulation of my nipples with her tongue whenever we were having
woman sex.  She said I'd changed so much she'd now feel strange, to
be penetrated by a woman with a penis, so there would be no more of
that ever.  But whenever we were spooned with my head in her pussy, she
loved to flick my penis with her tongue as if I had a long clit.
That felt exquisite!  I no longer ejaculated, but we both had the
most marvelous orgasms, repeatedly, each session. 

     I asked Monica if she was still seeing Ben, and she replied
that ladies don't kiss and tell, and asked me slyly if I was
jealous of him or her or both?  Then she answered me more
seriously.

     "Sweetheart," she said.  "I love to feel a man inside me. 
You're no longer able, and I want you to be more and more able to
do womanly things.  That's why, from the moment I realized we could
be partners with this baby, I wanted to have only woman sex with
you, not man sex.  I knew I'd want you to become more of a woman,
whatever your more limited desires for womanhood at the time.  But
I don't want to sneak around getting laid.  So if you'd like to
double date, just tell me, and we'll arrange it.  Any man should
feel privileged to stroke his pole into you, if that's what you
want."  

     "Of course, you may find you're more and more a lesbian as you
grow deeper into your womanhood.  And that's fine with me.  I'm
certainly a lesbian as far as you're concerned.  And as a lesbian
I am absolutely faithful to you.  Why don't you go over and have a
long talk with Denise and Tinka about all this.  It's time for you
to visit their baby and see how things are, anyhow.  I would, but
I have a very big transaction in process, a whole high-rise
skyscraper I mean to sell to someone who thinks he prefers a
two-story office park.  He doesn't realize yet that the skyscraper
is far better for him given its location.  He will, but it takes
time, right now all of my time."  

     "So I'll be home late tonight.  Some of it will be dealing 
with the client, and then some of it will be Ben.  He loves
pushing that gorgeous cock into my round tummy, pouring sperm 
into me like a fire hose, he says, introducing his baby in my 
tummy to tens of thousands of its brothers and sisters.  I still 
can't get enough of him!  But I'll be thinking of you, love!  
Don't wait up."