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Hi.

  I had seen that Mike had posted the first part of it, but
didn't take the time for seeking the rest of it. Well, here is the
continuation, which is written by Tristmegistus.

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
        Nostrumo

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 The_Surprise_Vacation________________by_an_unknown_author_and_Tristmegistus_ 5


I knew I was doing exactly as she'd said I would.  I was begging to be
ass fucked.  Without hesitation, I let my needs roll from my slutty
mouth.  "Fuck me, Ron.  Fuck my ass hard and deep.  Please.  Give me
what you've been giving Ellen.  Cum in me.  I need you.  I've wanted
you ever since I watched you move in last year.  Ram that fat cock all
the way in and fuck me like a whore."

It was nothing like the dildos Ellen had impaled in me.  It was hot,
both hard and silky soft - alive!  And, it was huge.  As he thrust in
that first few inches, I felt myself stretching, and was filled with a
burning agony.  If I could have spoken then, I'd have been begging him
to stop.  I couldn't.  My lips gaped, made a horrified red circle in
the mirror.  My heavily made up eyes were huge.  Ron yelled in pain and
slapped my ass with a hard, resounding smack.  "Relax, cunt!  You're
hurting me!"

I gasped for breath tried to concentrate on doing what he said.  I must
have achieved it, because he slid in deeper, then began a slow pumping.
Each push lessened the pain.  The heat of him, the overwhelming
fullness of my ass, felt unlike anything I'd ever known.  The mirror
showed his thick shaft disappearing and emerging from my body.  Ellen
looked as enraptured as I was.  She had one hand in her cunt, was
making wet noises with her fingers.  She used the other to alternately
hold her lover's balls and caress my hidden ones.

Overcome with lust, Ron gave up on gentleness.  He took my narrow hips
in his hands and pushed hard, forcing the last half of his meat all the
way in.  He started slamming into my ass then, without concern for my
comfort.  After three of four of his grunting thrusts, I no longer
cared.  It still hurt, but the pain became secondary.  The sights and
sounds and sensations transported me, mutated the agony, changed it to
joy.  I started wiggling my hips, pushed back to greet his plunging
cock.  I was fucking my wife's lover, not merely being fucked by him.

It lasted forever and was over too soon.  I don't remember Ellen
jerking my retainer off my male organs.  I don't know when she started
sucking my straining clit.  But I do know that when Ron's pace became
frantic, when his impacts started jarring my teeth and I was positive
he was going to fill me with his cum, I exploded in my wife's hungry
mouth with enough force to gag her.

But, glorious as that was, it paled in significance when Ron blew his
wad in my guts.  I closed my eyes.  I swear to god I felt his jerking
spew all the way to my throat.  I milked him, did my best to squeeze
every drop of his precious sperm from him.

As his pulsing diminished, I felt soft lips on mine, tasted the tangy
cum coating them.  I returned Ellen's impassioned kiss, sucked my cum
from her full mouth.

Finally, I was whole.

"Thank you," I murmured into her mouth, making our kiss tender, more
loving than I'd known a kiss could be.

My knees were too weak to support me.  When they collapsed, my
shoulders were wrenched hideously.  Had Ron not still been gripping my
hips, I'd have dislocated them both.  He held me up, his cock shrinking
rapidly in my ass, while Ellen stumbled to her feet and dashed for the
rope.  As she released it, our lover lowered me to the cold mirror.  I
felt his jism leaking from my hole, warm and sticky, as he pulled out.
One of them freed my arms from the handcuffs.

I lay there on my side, frail and helpless, while Ellen and Ron
embraced.  Her hand massaged his limp dick while he crushed her against
him and she strained against his hard lips.

She tore her mouth from his.  "I want you," she growled.  "It's my
turn." She jerked her head to face me.  "Get him hard for me, slut."

She led him by the dick to me, pushed him down toward my face.  I
bathed his spent flesh in hot, wet, hungry kisses, tenderly took it
into my mouth and nursed on it, felt it begin to swell, fill my cavity.
The second prick to visit my mouth tasted nothing like the first, felt
even better.  But Ellen deprived me of it as soon as I'd gotten it
hard.  She positioned herself on her hands and knees beside me, guided
the pole in her hand between spread thighs.  Her eyes closed blissfully
as he entered her.  I reached out and started squeezing her dangling
tits.  Ron batted my hands away and grabbed them himself, using them
for handles as he rode her, just as savagely as he had me.

His violent thrusts moved her face closer to me.  When her eyes opened,
they were glassy with lust.  She attacked my mouth with hers, grunted
into me each time he hammered her.  When she started cumming, she bit
my lower lip.  Each time she spasmed, she bit harder.  When he suddenly
stopped, she whined in shock and need.

His voice was a snarl.  "Slide under your cunt of a wife, bitch.  Lick
my balls while I fuck her.  See how a real woman takes a dick."

I scrambled to obey.  I not only kissed and sucked his balls, I also
flicked my tongue over Ellen's swollen clit, lapped the fluids that
overflowed her pussy.  Her lips were on my organ again, lapping the cum
that'd oozed from my ass.  I was still so loose that her tongue
actually entered me.  I humped her face like the wanton slut I was.  I
had no more boundaries.  A lifetime of limits, of denial, rolled off me
like a shed skin.  I embraced my new existence, fit both Ron's tender
balls between widely opened lips and rolled my wife's clit with
unabashed abandon.

She began another series of orgasms, had to give up my little dick in
order to howl and scream.  I released Ron's testicles when I felt them
tighten.  It was astounding to see his huge rod swell and throb and
fill her twitching cunt with another load of cum.  As it leaked past
her labia, I devoured it, eliciting still more shrieks from her.

Ron jerked out and rolled away, gasping for breath.  I devoured her
vacated hole, and she continued to cum, continued to shrilly cry out,
wracked by spasms I refused to let end.

Finally, sobbing, she fell on top of me, moving her throbbing groin out
of reach.

A sated, warm relaxation enveloped me.  I only vaguely recall the chill
when Ellen rolled off me.  She and Ron spoke softly, but I could make
no sense of their words.  I sank into a deep peaceful sleep.



9.  Chapter -    Awakening



There was a vague noise.  It was dark.  The bed was far too hard, too
cold.  I was curled into a tight ball.  When I began to roll over, I
was ripped by pain.  My ass.  My jaws.  My shoulders.  I moaned.

"Wake up, whore." The ceiling light flared blindingly.

Memory filled me, and my pain was explained.  I was still on the
kitchen floor.

Ellen leaned against the doorframe, smoking.  She wore only high heels
and hose.  Her nipples were swollen.  Bite marks decorated the slope of
her tits.  Her makeup was mostly gone.  What remained made her look
cheap, used - and beautiful.

I tried to speak.  My throat was dry, raw, emitted only a croak.

"Ron went home," she explained.  "We're through with the bed.  Get your
sleazy ass up there."

I was afraid I'd have to crawl up the stairs, but somehow managed to
climb painfully to my feet.  I used the walls to keep myself erect and
followed her swaying ass and trail of smoke.

She released me from the corset and made me sleep in the huge wet spot
they'd left on the sheets.  Each breath filled me with the perfume of
their fucking.  I'd been good enough to earn a night in bed.  No
chains.  The world faded again.

It was still dark when I awoke, my bowels and bladder both demanding
relief.  I eased Ellen's arm off me and tiptoed into the bathroom.  It
hurt so much that I was afraid I was shitting blood, but my stool
looked perfectly normal.  Wiping was agonizing.  I shuddered a little,
remembering how huge Ron had felt in me, and hoped that being fucked
wasn't always going to hurt so much.

I steeled myself before using the mirror, but the glass wasn't the
enemy it had been.  Even without the corset, I was able to convince
myself that my image was that of an undeveloped - rather, a developing
- woman.  Those sweet lips had hosted two cocks after all, and the
dimpled ass had taken its first prick.  I squeezed and lifted my chest.
If I continued to please Ellen, my tits would grow into firm globes
like hers.  Men could suck them, slide their greased dicks between them
as I pressed them together.  I'd could kiss the cock heads at the top
of their thrusts, watch them swell and eject their sperm all over my
face.

I renewed my vow to be good and fought down the urge to stroke my hard
clit.

I was ready to turn off the light and go back to bed when I finally
noticed the ring.  Where my wedding band had been was a small diamond
engagement ring.  A stab of sadness knifed me, the grief that'd been
cut off before.  I hurriedly flicked off the light, but the emotion
wasn't so easily banished.  It clung to me like stale sperm, refusing
to allow me to get back to sleep.

Mourning my own death was hard.  There was no corpse to shed tears
over, nothing to bury so the healing could begin.  I lay there until
Ellen awoke.  I went through the motions of bathing, dressing, applying
my makeup, fetching and carrying for her on command.  If she noticed my
silent anguish, she made no comment.

After I'd done the breakfast dishes, she had me give us both manicures.
She was surly, terse, easily upset.  She smoked heavily and her every
word dripped with scorn.  Nothing I did was quite good enough.  I was
extremely cautious, not wanting to do anything to upset her further.  A
sinking feeling was added to my vague sorrow.  Something was wrong.
She left me to do my chores and vanished into our bedroom.

It was a little after two in the afternoon when she came downstairs,
dressed to kill in the wet looking black minidress and metal-tipped
stiletto heels.  Her makeup and bearing were those of a call girl.  I
was nearly finished mopping the kitchen floor.  She stood close enough
to let me see that, as before, her shaven cunt was exposed between her
mesh hose and garter belt.  I felt plain in my work clothes and minimal
makeup.

"I'm going out.  I want you to meet me in the airport Hilton bar at
eight.  Wear something really slutty, Sheila.  There's someone I want
you to meet."

"Are you ..." I swallowed.  "Is Ron ..."

"This has nothing to do with Ron, darling.  It's strictly for us.  But
it's very important - maybe the most important date you'll ever have -
so look your best.  Understand?"

I let my eyes fall from her moist pussy back to the vinyl.  "Do you
have to go so early?  I mean -"

Her smoky laugh was sharp enough to interrupt me.  "Is my little fag
bitch scared to be alone?  Or just jealous that I may be getting my
brains fucked out while you're doing housework?"

I blushed.  "You've never left me by myself before."

"Of course I have, love.  At the beauty salon, and right here in this
room.  You've spent hours all by yourself.  Your chains and ropes are
just invisible now." She stroked my long hair, pulled my head against
her belly, rubbed my cheek over her sleekly covered mons.  "Would you
like to kiss my pussy goodbye?  Get it nice and moist for the cock that
may be in it in a while?"

I nodded.  She planted her feet to either side of my head.  I slid the
skirt up and exposed her brown-lipped lower mouth.  She rocked up and
down on my tongue and nose until my face was wet with her flow.

As I ate her, I was overcome with desire.  She was going out, going to
get herself laid for some mysterious purpose, and I was preparing her
for whoever would part these very lips with a prick.  I wondered how
often she'd done this sort of thing without my knowledge.  I wondered
how many men had fucked her eager pussy while I watched stupid football
games or stayed late at the office.  I wondered if Ron knew what a slut
she was.  And, I wondered who she'd fixed me up with, who'd be fucking
my ass or mouth in a few hours - and why it was so important.

She abruptly jerked her flooded core from my hungry mouth, ending my
lusty reverie.  Her voice was low and throaty.  "Take off your blouse,
baby.  I need to tighten your corset before I leave."

It was the red one.  As she strained against the laces, compressing my
waist to at least twenty-two inches, I was already visualizing what I'd
wear to meet her.  How many loads of cum would her body have absorbed
by the time I arrived?  A sudden thought stopped my impassioned
planning.  "How will I get there?  To the hotel?"

"A cab, of course.  I left twenty dollars on the vanity."

Somehow the idea of taking a taxi was more intimidating than getting
dressed to go fuck some stranger.  I tried to hide my nerves, as well
as my shameful excitement.  Her crooked scarlet smile told me I failed
at both.  She tied off my laces, smoothed her dress to cover as much as
it could, and swayed out without another word.  I listened as her metal
shod heels clacked over the floor, silently crossed the carpet, then
echoed for a few strides in the garage.  The door ground open.  I
watched from the window as she backed down the drive, cigarette
dangling between slick, fat red lips.  I saw Jerome Hillyard, our
neighbor across the street, stare open mouthed at the change that'd
taken place in her.  Had he done more than stare?  Had she fucked him,
too?  How many of our neighbors had dipped their wicks in Ellen's hot
hole?  A lot of them, I perversely hoped, twisting the engagement band
circling my ring finger.

I fought the urge to dash upstairs and begin getting ready.  It was too
soon.  And Ellen had made it clear that she expected all my work to be
done before I left the house.  I compelled myself to settle down and do
the laundry.

I'd barely fixed my lipstick and gotten started when the doorbell rang.
I froze in the midst of loading the dryer with damp lingerie.  I
couldn't answer the door!  What if it was Jerome, or some other
acquaintance?  I couldn't let anybody see me like this!  I decided to
ignore it, pretend I wasn't home.  But whoever was there leaned
insistently on the buzzer.

I peeked from the laundry room window, was simultaneously thrilled and
dismayed to see that it was Ron.  I was hesitant to let him in without
Ellen there.  He'd want to know where she'd gone, what she was doing.
He was liable to fly into a jealous rage.  But he obviously wasn't
going to leave.

Checking my face in the mirror, I fluffed my hair a little and hurried
nervously to the door.  I wouldn't let him in.  I'd tell him we were
busy, that I'd have Ellen call as soon as she could.

But, the instant I opened the door a crack, he pushed it wider and
stepped past me.

"Ellen's busy," I blurted, hiding behind the door, leaving it open.
"Maybe you should come back -"

"Ellen's gone.  I saw the car drive up the block a few minutes ago." He
ambled insolently to the couch and sat down.

"Then what ..." I began, but my voice failed me.  Was he here to see
me?

"Close the door and come over here, bitch.  I've been thinking about
that tight asshole of yours all day.  I want another piece of it."

I blushed, both fearful and flattered.  I was sure Ellen wouldn't want
him to use me unless she was here to watch.  He was her boyfriend,
after all.  "I don't think that's a good idea, Ron." I kept the door
cracked.

"Oh, come off it, slut!  Don't play hard to get.  We both know that's
pure bullshit.  You know you want it.  You let me know last night how
much you liked it.  So get your sleazy ass over here.  Wrap those hot
lips around my dick and let me fuck that sexy face.  If you're real
good, I may even let you jack off while I drill your ass."

He was right, of course.  I did want it.  I had the instant I saw him
through the window.  I vividly remembered how grand it'd been to be
filled, stretched, used like I was a real woman.  Honestly, part of his
attractiveness was because he was Ellen's lover.  Having the prick
that'd been in her so many times rammed into me made me feel even more
weak kneed.  It'd be wicked to fuck him behind her back.  But, if I got
caught ...

Wickedness won out.  Besides, if I resisted, he'd just take me anyway.
What could I do?  Call the police and scream rape?  Run madly from the
house?  I leaned against the door and flipped the deadbolt.

He wasn't into small talk or foreplay.  As I approached, both eager and
timid, Ron pointed to the floor between his legs.  I sank to my knees,
staring at the growing lump hidden by his shorts.  It knew how large it
was, what it tasted like.  And this time, I didn't have to share it
with anyone.  I was alone with my first man.  I was betraying Ellen
just like she had me.  I was as big a whore as she was.  Saliva began
to fill my mouth.

But I wanted information along with his dick.  I wanted to know how
large a role he'd played in changing me into the cock hungry bitch I'd
become in less than a week.  So, as I reached out to lightly massage
his cock, I licked my lips and tried to milk him of more than his cum.

"I meant to thank you last night for everything you've done to help
Ellen."

His laugh was brutal.  "Jesus.  I can't believe you're really into it
this much.  How can any man let this happen to him without a fight?"

I slowly lowered his zipper.  "I'm not just any man," I told his
swelling groin.  "I've always been a wimp.  I think I've wanted to be
like this all my life, but never had the courage to admit it.  I
thought you knew that."

"Not until Ellen told me about how much you got off on her clothes and
shit."

My hand reached his flesh.  It was so warm, so silky.  "I wish she'd
told you sooner.  How long did you two plan this?"

He drew a harsh breath as I fished his manhood from his underwear and
loose shorts.  It was beautiful.  It nestled against my curved red
nails like an eager pet begging to be stroked.

"Six months or so, I guess.  God, you're sexy.  Kiss it, bitch."

I teased the head with my tongue.  I wanted the whole thing buried in
my throat, but was enraptured with the power of my situation.  Ellen
had made me beg.  Ron had, too, the night before.  I wanted to turn the
tables.  He already wanted me, but I needed him to crave me, to plead
with me.

"Tell me about it.  It's so exciting, Ron.  I want to hear everything."

While I tinted his cock flesh with my brilliant lip color, while I
licked his hairy sack, I prompted him to keep talking.

"I knew the look," he groaned.  "Guys have been looking at my dick in
the shower, just the way you did, ever since I was a kid.  I knew right
off you were a fag, and couldn't figure out why a gorgeous bitch like
Ellen stayed with you.  Ooh, shit.  Deeper, baby."

I tried to angle my head, to fit more of him between my bulging lips.
Pink saliva glistened the length of his rod.  It felt like my mouth had
been designed to do this.  "More," I gasped.  "Tell me more."

"Ahh!  That's it!" he groaned as my questing lips took more meat,
stretched to reach for his balls.  His hips started to rise and fall.
"Ellen laughed when I told her how you looked at me.  That's when she
started watching you closer and caught you messing around in her shit.
I told her I thought you'd make a hot looking slut.  God, was I ever
right!  Oh, yeah!  Suck it, baby!"

I was thrilled beyond words when my throat seemed to open and I
swallowed him.  My smeared lips nestled at the very root of his prick.
I'd done it!  I stayed there, immobile but for my spasming throat and
questing lips, until black motes swam before my eyes and I was
compelled to release him and gasp air.  I stared down in astonishment
at his glistening eight inches.  I was ready to cum.  I resisted the
impulse to reach down and touch myself and rocket into heaven.  I
wanted this to last.  I wanted to hear more.  I was certain I could
make him tell me whatever I wanted.

"You wanted me, too," I purred, lapping the length of his staff with my
tongue.  "You've always wanted me to suck your cock, haven't you?"

"Yeah.  I knew you'd be good.  Almost every time I fucked Ellen, I
dreamed of you looking like this, doing this.  I wanted to hurry things
along.  Your bitch of a wife insisted we had to go slow."

"Umm," I said, taking him half way in then backing off.  "Good things
come to those who wait, lover.  Am I as good as she is?"

"Better," he growled, grabbing my hair and jerking my head down.  Now
that I knew how, I let him impale every wonderful inch into me.  "She
won't let me fuck her ass, and deep throat makes her puke."

He humped my mouth until I was afraid I was going to pass out.  I had
to struggle free.  My voice was raw.  I felt crazed by my need for what
was happening.  But there was still a glimmer of caginess left in me,
as if it was part of my widening lust.  "You can do anything you want
to me.  I don't care.  The dirtier and nastier, the better.  I love
being treated like a cheap whore.  Was that your idea, too?"

"Yeah.  Nothing turns my crank more than sluts in tight dresses and
wild makeup.  The first time I made Ellen dress up for me, I fucked her
for four hours non-stop.  I made her cum until she begged me to quit.
She loved it, too.  I knew she would.  Anybody who wanted to turn her
old man into a fucking woman had to be really twisted.  Turns out she
couldn't get enough after that."

I was pumping him with both hands, letting my mouth writhe over the top
half of his erection.  I didn't know how much more I could take.  My
sphincter muscles were tightening and loosening on my butt plug.  My
ass felt moist, more than ready.

"Did you make her fuck other guys?  Did you make her dress cheap and
take her out and show her off?"

He was close to losing control.  "We went to parties.  It was her idea.
But she never hosed anybody else.  I wondered if maybe she wanted to,
but it ever happened.  I let her flirt, dance, make them hot, then I'd
take her into a bedroom and fuck her stupid.  We'd go back and party
some more and my cum would be running down her legs." He struggled up
in the sofa, tried to pry me off his cock.  "Has she been fucking
around?  Has she?"

"No!" I insisted, kissing just the head of his hard treasure.  "Of
course not!  You keep her so well fucked, how could she?"

"Have you fucked her, slut?  Have you poked that little dick of your
inside her pussy?"

I pulled on his cock and backed away from the sofa.  "Not for almost a
month - and never again.  I eat her whenever she wants.  I can make her
cum with my tongue better than I ever could the other way.  Come here,
Ron.  I'm so fucking hot.  My ass needs you so bad.  Fuck me.  Please.
Fill my hot little ass with that huge thing.  Make me scream.  Fuck me
hard and mean and shoot your cum way, way up inside me.  Tell me what's
going to happen next, baby."

He stroked himself, staring at me with burning eyes while I wiggled out
of my tight jeans.  I'm not even sure he knew he was speaking.

"She going to do like she said.  She's going to get you tits.  Make you
get a job as a woman.  She says she's got friends who can help."

I curled my legs up toward my chest, spread my ass cheeks so he could
see me remove my plug.  The sensation of having him watch me readying
myself for him was a thrill as intense as swallowing his entire length
had been.  He was so big, so strong.  I was weak and small - yet I was
in control.

He leapt toward me, rolled me over onto my stomach.  "Wait," I
whispered.  "I want this to be good.  The best you've ever had, Ron.  I
want to make my asshole slick and wet for you.  I want to lube myself
with my cum.  When you fuck me, it'll be like fucking myself."

I had him hypnotized.  I relished having my ass raised for him, peeling
away my retainer, exposing my purpled, lust heavy cock and balls.  I
knew something he didn't.  He was as gay as I was.  He wanted me more
than he ever wanted Ellen.  I could have made him suck me, as I had him
- but a sly part of me knew that if I did, I'd lose control of him.
He'd be too sickened by what he'd done to ever be nice to me again.  He
needed to believe he was the neighborhood's straight, macho,
musclebound hunk.  So, I gripped myself, tickled myself with my long
painted nails and teased him yet more.  I bent my rod back and imagined
it was sliding up my ass.  It only took a few moments.  I gasped, with
my inflamed cheek pressed into the carpet, while I pumped sticky
streams toward my back door and rubbed my sperm into my tender flesh,
dipping my fingers into my loosened asshole, pushing as much cum as I
could inside myself.

My voice was hollow with need.  "Do it, Ron.  Fuck me.  Do it now."

I took him much easier than I had the first time.  There was no pain or
chain to distract me.  Like my mouth, my ass now seemed designed for
cock.  I revelled in the spoils of my seduction, the depth of his
hammering thrusts.  I had more power as a woman than I'd ever had as a
man.  My body had become a real tool for pleasure.  Cindy had given me
my retainer in return for sexual favors and told me how fantastic I
was.  The man I'd sucked at the bar had paid me with a drink and
cigarettes in return for the blowjob of his life.  I'd wrapped Ron
around my painted pinky.  I was beginning to think I might be able to
manipulate Ellen, if I was careful.

Ron's pummelling was taking its toll on me.  My cock had rehardened.
When I angled my hips just right, it felt like he was fucking the
inside of my overgrown clit.  Sharp electric bolts tore through me, and
all thoughts were buried beneath the cascade of sensation.  When he
howled and filled my guts with his cream, I jerked and spewed in
sympathy.  He collapsed atop me, his mass pinning me to the carpet.
Being held and having my neck kissed between his ragged breaths was
almost as rewarding as being fucked.

"You are one fine lay, cunt," he sighed into my ear.  "We'll have to do
this again."

I carefully squeezed my buttocks together, caressing his still buried
dick.  "Any time, darling.  But right now, I'd better get up and get
back to my housework or Ellen's going to be really pissed."

"Speaking of the queen cunt, what's she up too?"

"She didn't say," I lied.  I was protecting her.  Ron was obviously
unaware he wasn't her only source of cock.  He may or may not have been
the one to awaken in her a taste for tight dresses and heavy makeup,
but I was ninety-nine percent certain that today wasn't her first solo
foray into the world of bar sex.  The only reason she hadn't gotten
laid the night before was because she needed to watch me get it so
badly.

"Maybe it'd be a good idea not to mention that I dropped by," he said
as he raised his hips, freeing his limp meat with a soft sound that
echoed inside me.

I felt empty.  My ass clutched around nothingness.  Well, not quite.  I
felt his cum oozing from my still opened hole.  "Whatever you say,
Ron." Another rush made me shiver.  It was almost time to wrap myself
in the red outfit, paint my face as nastily as I knew how, climb in a
cab and go to a hotel bar.  I felt hot all over, and eager for Ron to
leave.

Luckily, he was ready to go, too.  A thought struck me as he rolled me
over for a farewell kiss to my smeared mouth.  "Could you do me a
little favor before you go?" I asked him between tastes of his mouth.

"Sure."

"Help me change shoes.  I still can't reach my ankles very well when
I'm in my corset." I smiled inwardly.  Would Ellen wonder how I'd
managed this trick?  "And, while you're here, maybe you could tighten
my laces a little.  They seem to have worked loose somehow," I giggled.

I didn't complain that he overdid the tightening a little, reducing my
waist to closer to twenty inches, swelling what little tits I had even
more.  After he strapped the towering red heels to my slim ankles, I
reached up and kissed him goodbye, feeling his prick already stirring
against my tiny belly.  The fact that I could do that to a man who'd
just cum inside me a few minutes before made me feel very good.  I was
a foxy little slut.  Everybody who saw me would want me, and I wanted
to be desired, to be lusted after.

So, the instant I locked the door behind my lover, I cleaned up the cum
staining the carpet, but decided to take a risk and forget about my
other tasks, despite the consequences.  I had much more important
things to take care of.



10.  Chapter -    Changes



My heart was hammering wildly by the time the taxi pulled into the
drive.  I'd asked the dispatcher to make sure the driver didn't honk,
but apparently he hadn't gotten the word, because he did anyway, long
and loud.  The entire neighborhood was alerted, no doubt peeking out
their windows to see what was going on.  Horrified, I debated what to
do.  The cabbie again leaned on the horn.  Waiting was only going to
make it worse.  I bolted from the front door, praying I wouldn't be
recognized for what I was.

My prayer was ignored.  Nosy Jerome, across the street, was plainly
visible, again drop-jawed.  First he'd witnessed Ellen's departure,
clad in her skintight black minidress and wearing ten pounds of makeup.
Now, some strange woman - me, her lighter twin - in just as few clothes
and just as much makeup.  The proverbial cat was probably out of the
bag.

I was mildly surprised by how little I cared.  Unless relocation was in
Ellen's plans, the neighbors would no doubt see much more of me in the
future.  I was absolutely determined that my two week vacation would
stretch out to encompass the rest of my life.  I settled into the seat
and crossed my legs.

The driver was watching me in the mirror.  I favored him with a bright
smile.  He apparently wasn't used to picking up women who looked like
streetwalkers in such a respectable part of the city.  I knew exactly
what my clinging, flame red dress, shimmering platinum blonde mane, and
gaudy makeup made me look like.

Being outside the house without Ellen was almost s much fun as fucking
without her at my side.  I felt free to do whatever I wanted.  I teased
the driver to distraction with my legs and lips, pretending I was
ignorant of what I was doing to him.  But, when I leaned forward to ask
him for a cigarette, I saw the tent his erection was making in his
pants.  I toyed with the idea of sucking him off rather than paying
cash for my fare, but I didn't find him all that attractive, and I
wasn't very horny.  Besides, I was already nearly late and didn't want
to risk Ellen's wrath.

As it turned out, it wouldn't have mattered a whole lot.  I was slowed
by fear the moment I stepped from the cab.  This was a very busy place.
Travelers were leaving and arriving as if this hotel was the airport
itself.  My newly discovered confidence was shaken by the hustle and
bustle.  I tapped into the bar, feeling scrutinized by thousands of
eyes.  It was packed, of course.  I scanned the tables and barstools
nervously and found no sign of Ellen.  No tables were vacant, although
by the looks I was getting, I could have joined any number of solo
males.  I opted for the view a seat at the bar would give me.

I stood out radically in the somberly dressed mob.  The dim light
didn't seem to dull my screaming red dress, and I felt like my long
silver-blonde tresses reflected every bit of available light.  For the
first time since Ellen had left, I missed her.  Had she been there at
my side, I'd have revelled in the attention that saturated me.
Instead, I felt vulnerable, exposed - and scared.

I spent the last of my twenty dollars on a glass of wine.  I wouldn't
have had to, of course.  There was very little I'd have ever had to buy
for myself, dressed like that in a hotel bar.  While that notion
thrilled me more than a little, it did nothing to banish my uneasiness.
Where was Ellen?

I rebuffed three thinly veiled offers of "a drink or something," and my
rejections earned me a little space.  Apparently, I wasn't the readily
available bar girl I appeared, they must have reasoned.  My
self-confidence began to return.  But the fourth voice in my ear
startled me when the man it belonged to called me by name.

"You must be Sheila," came the gutturally accented baritone.

I stared for a long, uncomfortable moment.  He was tall and thin, with
a mop of unkempt blondish hair.  He slouched and his tie was crooked,
making his suit look too expensive for him.

If I'd been able to maintain the mood Ron left me in, feeling as brazen
as my outfit, I'd have smiled provocatively and come back with
something witty.  Instead, I blurted, "Where's Ellen?" acting as
insecure as I felt.

His smile was mysterious.  At least I was able to identify his accent
as Germanic.  "I am Hans.  Ellen is upstairs in a meeting and has asked
you to join us." He performed one of those silly little stiff
continental half-bows and offered me his arm.

Upstairs meant a hotel room.  My throat tightened and my clit gave a
little lurch.  I stood, nervously smoothed my skirt, and tried to take
his elbow like I'd been doing it all my life.  It was a curiously
pleasing sensation to be escorted so formally back through the bar and
lobby toward the elevators.  My mind was spinning.  Meeting?  What
exactly did that mean?  It was an odd term, applied to Ellen the way
she'd acted when she left me that afternoon.  The only business she'd
acted capable of transacting was on her back with her legs flung wide.

I was staggered.  Literally.  Hans gave me a concerned look as he
pushed the call button.  I feigned a reassuring smile.  Was that it?
Was Ellen selling her cunt?  The conversation in the bar in the mall
replayed itself.  The one about her cigarettes.  What if, she'd said,
she'd been dressing and making herself up like that and "going out" for
six months - about the time she and Ron had hatched their plot.  I'd
assumed then that she'd been trying to hurt me.  While I'd sucked Ron's
dick, I'd imagined that there'd been some truth to her hypothetical
statement, that he'd uncovered in her a desire to look and act like a
tramp.  But I hadn't imagined she'd actually whore herself.  Surely,
I'd have known.  Ruefully, I admitted that I hadn't known anything
about my wife until a week ago.

The dinging arrival of the elevator jolted me from my reverie.  In the
close confines of the metal box, my escort smelled of liquor and
tobacco.  A quick craving for a cigarette grabbed me.

Speaking took effort.  "Excuse me, Hans.  May I have a cigarette?"

They were imported.  He made no comment about the no smoking sign as he
lit it for me.  The lighter was an ornate gold thing that matched the
case in which he kept his tobacco.  It was harsh and oddly satisfying.
My lipstick was almost invisible against the dark brown paper.

I kept my voice going.  "Uh, what kind of 'meeting' is this?"

He nodded, frowning slightly, as if confirming something.  "As I
thought, she hasn't discussed this with you.  Your friend has been in
contact with myself and several of my colleagues for a number of
months." His voice registered deep disapproval.

Ellen had introduced herself as my friend?  To discuss what?  Instead
of asking those questions, I quickly reassured him.  "She and I are
very close.  I'm sure she meant this as a surprise."

His expression softened.  "In that case, perhaps I have said too much?"

I squeezed his bicep, gave him a soft smile.  "It'll be our secret."

His thin lips curved upwards and his eyes more or less politely
measured by body.  "As you wish.  I must say, you seem quite well
adjusted."

I felt myself pale.  He knew about the secret between my legs.  I was
confused.  Should I feel betrayed or flattered?  I took smoke very
carefully to cover my embarrassment.  The elevator door opened at the
top floor.  Again I accepted his arm.  The far wall of the hall was
mirrored.  I saw an extremely sexy little blonde woman, clad in fuck-me
red, on the arm of a tall thin man.  She was gorgeous, in a brazen way,
but her visible discomfort was spoiling her desirability.
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