After Mark had left and both myself and my wife had recovered, we had a bit of a discussion about what was happening to both of us. She asked if I liked what had happened to me up to now, and I had to confess that I had enjoyed it. This must have pleased my wife as she smiled and then asked me about Mark and about her letting him do those things to me. Again, I said okay without wanting to sound too enthusiastic.
Up to my feminisation I had never considered that there might be a gay gene in me but events of the last few weeks had opened my eyes. Wearing panties and feminine clothes made me think differently. I had started to consider things from a more girlie perspective, and I had to admit that what Mark did to me was not unpleasant, in fact, I had quite liked it. There was more to sex than I had realised.
By the middle of the following week, my wife asked me if I would like to meet Mark again. She said it in such a way that it wasn’t worth my while refusing, so I agreed. The truth was that I had been looking forward to a repeat encounter. She then handed me a piece of paper with his address on it and told me that I was to knock on his door the following night after work with everything I needed to feminise myself with. She said she trusted me to do as I was told.
As you can imagine I was shocked. I couldn’t speak for quite a while and when I did she wouldn’t tolerate an argument and that I was to do as I was asked. She also said that while I was at Mark’s she would be out with a new friend she had met and that I was to ring her when I was about to come home.
The following day was full of trepidation. My girlie things were packed into a holdall and put into the boot of my car and I went to work. I was both nervous and excited about going to Marks's house but my level of concentration doing my job, suffered that day.
Finally, after work, I knocked on Mark's door. As he opened it, I could only see his head peering around looking a little nervous. The door was opened so as to invite me to enter but Mark remained behind it until I was over the threshold. As he began to close it behind me I could clearly see why he didn’t want to be seen before the door was closed. He was dressed as feminine as I had been these last few weeks. All that was missing was a wig to cover his short-cropped hair which he very quickly put on.
He led the way to the lounge area and I followed. I must say his deportment was very good. From behind you couldn’t tell he was male. He had the walk of a woman and I noticed that the voice was different too. Handing me a glass of wine he explained that I was to go upstairs, shower and dress and then we would have dinner and chat before we made ourselves more comfortable.
Twenty minutes later dressed in a light green mini skirt with a white sleeveless top I emerged into the lounge. My black stocking tops were visible below the hem of the skirt which indicates how short the skirt was. With make-up and a little jewellery as well as a pair of black sheer panties my outfit, chosen by my wife, was complete.
Mark, on the other hand, was wearing a sleeveless red dress that flared out from the waist to just above his knee. He also wore a pale cream shawl to cover his bare arms and shoulder. Again black stocking covered the rest of his legs showing below the dress and his make-up was expertly applied.
We sat and ate dinner. During the course of our conversation, he told me he wanted to be called Maria and asked me about my feminine name. I didn’t have one as my wife always referred to me as "Sissy-Boy." Sissy it was. We both began to refer to ourselves with our feminine names and gender and Maria explained to me what my wife expected of me.
It appeared that I was there to do to Maria what Maria did to me the other weekend. My wife wanted to know if I could give as well as take. This was not the woman I married all those years ago. Where did all this come from?
Maria explained to me that at work they had little by little discussed the frustration my wife felt about my lack of assertion and my lack of sexual performance. I was shocked and hurt. Maria said that many of the magazines that she had been reading had added to her frustration and many of the articles claimed she was missing out if she wasn’t experiencing a broad sex life.
My wife, it appeared, had closely questioned Mark/Maria about his lifestyle and had been intrigued by it and how much pleasure he got from it. She had, apparently, decided that her wimpy husband should explore the more feminine side of his nature and that convention would be thrown out. From now on there would be no rules. After my experience of the last few weeks, I was all for that but did wonder what my wife was getting from all this.
Meanwhile, Maria took me by the arm and led me to the couch, and made us both comfortable. With her arm around my shoulder and my hand on her leg, we relaxed. Well, Maria relaxed, I was nervous but excited. More small talk and suddenly we were kissing, our hands exploring each other's bodies, caressing and fondling until all my nervousness had disappeared.
It wasn’t long before I was fully aroused and my hands were up Maria’s skirt and fondling her bottom and trying to nuzzle my head under the skirt to clasp my mouth around her cock. Once I had achieved this Maria gave in to me and let me do whatever I wanted. What I wanted was to do as my wife had asked but personally to do to Maria what Mark had done to me.
Her panties had to go, so grasping the top of them round her waist I slowly pulled them down over her bottom. I had to take my mouth away from her cock in order to lift the panties over the swollen obstacle, but only for a second before clamping it over her again. Meanwhile, with hands on either cheek, I began massaging them and pulling them apart little by little so that my entry point became more accessible.