A few weeks ago my wife remarked on how "the gals" hadn't had a night out in months and suggested that we should perhaps go out later that evening.

"What! Yeah, sure! What's brought that on?" It wasn't like Judy hadn't been around, on the contrary, she'd been around twice last week.

I'm one of those cross-dressers whose wife gladly shares her wardrobe. And Samantha's the kind of wife that guys with my quirky habit can only dream of. We've been out together as a couple of girls on countless occasions, so her suggestion that we went on this night wasn't at all unusual.

"Great! We'll have a laugh." Sam then proceeded to delve into one of the bags from her morning's shopping spree. "Here! I bought you a couple of things."

She slid a small polythene bag across the kitchen table. It contained a small plastic box of glossy pink false fingernails and a pack of false eyelashes.

"Cheers, babe!" I was delighted with my new accessories and couldn't wait to get ready for my night. We both sat down at the table, sipped our coffees and planned our evening's sortie.

"Why don't we go out on the 'Girl's Road' to the service station and on the way back, stop in at that place we always pass and always say that we'll pop in there one night?"

The 'Girls Road' was the name we gave to the road I had used for years. In the olden days, before Sam entered my life, my cross-dressing was my secret. I'd leave the house in drab and change in a particular lay-by on the Girls Road. It meanders through a small village with a quaint whitewashed inn, that we always said we'd visit.

"Whatcha gonna wear?"

I'd already envisaged myself in at least half a dozen outfits by the time Sam asked her question.

"Dunno haven't thought about it yet."

"May I suggest classy sexy?"

"Classy, sexy, it is then!"

A few hours later two classy and sexy ladies were ready to step out into the dusky evening. Samantha looked stunning in a little black lace sleeved Lipsy dress, that showed her assets to the max.

"Wow! Look at you!" My admiration was genuine.

Sam gave me a twirl and almost came off her four-inch heels. "Oops!"

Evidently, she had consumed a few glasses of Rioja while preparing for her evening out.

"Careful, we're not out the door yet."

She steadied herself and gave me the once-over. "And look at you! Look at those fucking legs!"

If I may say so myself my legs are quite stunning and are definitely my best asset. As a result, I like to show them off, maybe a bit much for a lady of my years.

"Too short?" I looked down towards my hem.

Samantha coughed, "No... Well, maybe a bit... Fuck, they're always too short!"

My legs are what gets me noticed, I am in no doubt. But then if I catch anyone staring at me, I wonder if they're thinking, 'that's a bloke in a frock!' And my skirt for this evening was black, leather, and short. Under my short leather jacket, I wore a leopard print blouse with matching print three-inch heel shoes. My choice of wig for my jaunt with Samantha was blonde, fringed and shoulder length. My pink nails matched my pink lippy and all in all I was happy with my look.

The drive down the "Girls Road" was relaxed and safe. Sam's choice of music was appropriate.

Funny I can't stand Sade when in drab, but when I'm en-femme I think she's fabulous. Samantha is convinced that my cross-dressing is more to do with a split personality. And that's why I'm so good at it.

I'd positioned the rear view mirror so that every approaching vehicle would light up my face with their headlights. Sam had been engaged in texting on her phone when she caught me admiring my reflection and shook her head.

"You really would fuck yourself, wouldn't you."

"Yes, I would."

The Coach House Inn was located in a small village and was known locally for good pub grub. By our estimation the dinner service would be over and therefore, should be fairly quiet. It became obvious that we had picked a good night for a quiet drink, as there was just one lone car, parked in a far corner. I applied a touch up to my lips and checked for any pink staining on my teeth. I gave my hair a brush before getting out of the car. Samantha was already waiting patiently by a back entrance, as I walked up to join her.

"Honestly babe, you look fab." She must have thought I needed a confidence boost.

"No, I'm good!" I whispered quietly. "You know the drill."

The drill depended on how busy the bar area was. If I felt an anxiety attack coming on I would head for a quiet and dimly lit table, while Sam got the drinks in. If I felt comfortable on entry, then I would stand behind my "girlfriend" as she ordered the drinks.

Happy days! The bar's occupants consisted of a lonely gent dressed casually but smart and judging by the back of his head, appeared to be in his late fifties, maybe early sixties. There was an elderly couple seated at a corner table, but no sign of a bar person.

As we approached the bar, the lone gent turned his head.

"Well hello!" His eyes popped out like a Warner Bros. cartoon character. "Good evening, laaaydees."

Sam beamed a smile that threatened to brighten up the dim ambience of the room, while I hung back, much more reserved.

"Hi!" Sam wasn't quite as shy.

"Landlord's out back having a ciggy."

"That's OK, we're in no hurry." Sam turned to face me. "Landlord's out back having a ciggy."

I wanted to burst out laughing at the face she was pulling. I nodded and smiled.

"Go grab a table and I'll bring the drinks over." I immediately obeyed Sam's instruction and found a table in a dimly lit cosy alcove.

The landlord returned and was dispensing our drinks as a door opened in a far off corner.

'Get the fuck out of here!' I almost said it out loud.

"Hey, you! Fancy meeting you here!" It was Paul Collins. "Paul fucking Collins!"

OK. Where do I start with Paul Collins? I could write a book on the Collins family alone and perhaps someday I will.

Paul and Sue Collins are two of our closest and trusted friends. They have been aware of my crossdressing since I "came out" to them twenty-plus years ago. Since then we have enjoyed several nights out on the town when Paul has escorted his three bitches into some of the city's pubs and clubs. Our four-way relationship has developed over the years to a point where we have all slept together. Judy has tasted Paul's cum on a couple of occasions as it oozed out Sam's cunt. But that's for another story.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" My wife asked as Paul laid a couple of smackers on both her cheeks.

"I'm having a pint with my mate Ross here. This is his local."

Ross was the geezer at the bar and before we came in he had been enjoying a pint with our mutual friend. Paul had gone to the Gents' toilet just prior to our entrance.

I watched as Sam was introduced to Ross, who couldn't wait to slap a couple of kisses on my wife's cheeks. "So who you with?"

Uh oh! Here we go.

"Judy!" Sam looked over in my direction.

I smiled my best Princess Diana coy smile and gave a little wave over the table. Paul's grin showed more teeth than a Ferrari gearbox as he let go of the grip around my wife's waist.

"Judy! How the hell are you?" He fired a wink outwith Ross's view and approached my table. He bent down and plonked two kisses on either of my cheeks. "You smell divine, darling." He whispered in my ear.

"Fuck off," I whispered back in his ear. His sudden laugh was deafening.

"Would you mind if Ross and I joined you?" Paul addressed his self-invite to Sam, who was about to pay for our drinks.

"I'll get these," Ross handed the barman a tenner.

"Are you sure?" Sam was already carrying our drinks over to the alcove. She slid mine across the table and sat opposite.

"Slide along then." Paul was asking me to make room for him on the double seat.

I defied his request by standing up. "Toilet?" I was keeping my sentences brief.

I'm not one-hundred-per-cent confident with my voice, so I try to keep my talking to a minimum.

"Yeah, over there." He pointed to the door that he'd just appeared from minutes ago.

Ross had almost reached our table with fresh pints for him and his buddy as I brushed passed him on my way to the Ladies' room.

"Was it something I said?" His quip raised a laugh from the other two.

I reached the ladies toilet without hindrance and made straight for the mirror. I didn't look too bad even under the bright toilet light. I began a conversation with my reflection.

"Come on girl you can do this."

Just then the door opened. It was Sam. "Are you OK babe?"

"Not really! I wasn't expecting such close company."

"Listen you look great. Ross has already commented on your legs. You say that you feel like you're a real woman when dressed. So come on, we'll have a laugh with Ross." She addressed her motivational talk to my reflection. "You look fab!"

"What did Ross say about my legs? "

Sam laughed at my eternal clamouring for compliments. "Spectacular. OK, can we go now?"

"Just a second." I searched in my bag for my lippy and smeared on a fresh layer of pink.

"Oh, by the way, I've said you have a sore throat, so that's the voice problem solved."

We walked back into the bar and returned to the guys seated at the table.

"Everything OK?" Paul asked me directly.

"Yes, thanks," I whispered and gently touched my throat.

The two gents stood up and ushered us into the alcove so that we sat either side of the table. Paul sat by Sam's side and Ross by mine.

"So where's hubby tonight?" Paul asked Sam with a mischievous glint in his eye.

'Oh fine, you know where I am!' It was as well Ross couldn't read thoughts.

"He went to the pub to watch some game of football." Sam never flinched. She placed her hand on top of Paul's.

"I don't understand how your husbands could possibly let you two beautiful ladies out on your own." Ross hadn't a clue.

I took a sip of my soda and lime and tried to ignore Ross's cheezy chat up line.

"Oh, Judy's divorced." Sam was quick with her reply.

"Oh really!" Ross appeared surprised, and on hearing the news he placed his hand on top of my free hand, resting on the table.

The other two witnessed Ross's bold advance and smiled simultaneously. They cosied up right in front of me.

"We've missed you, haven't we Jude?" Sam was referring to Paul. I could sense she was taking the conversation to a dark place. I nodded and took another gulp of my drink. "I bet you've told Ross!"

The girl just couldn't help herself as she cast her bait.

"Told Ross what?" Hook line and sinker.

My wife continued to reel Ross in. "Yeah, right. You men just can't resist bragging about your..." there was a gap as Sam thought of the words. "Sexual prowess."

I gave my wife an exasperated look across the table, which she ignored completely.

"No, I haven't said a word." Paul appeared as mystified as me.

"Oh right! Well, that's OK then." Sam backed down, but I knew she was only releasing the line a bit.

"Well, you can't just leave it at that! Told me what?" Ross wasn't for letting it go and was being reeled in again.

"You tell him." Paul handed the landing net to Sam.

"Will I tell him?" She was now looking at me.

I wanted to scream out, "Don't you dare!" but instead I shrugged my shoulders, like I couldn't give a shit.

"Tell me what for fuck's sake?" Ross raised both arms in frustration.

Sam leaned across the table. "We've had a threesome."

"What... a threesome... you two and him?" Ross was almost speechless.

Paul nodded to concur with Sam's outrageous confession and I almost choked on my drink.

I knew Sam had consumed some wine before we left the house, and had almost finished her gin and tonic, but this was outrageous, even for her.

"Wow, Paul! You're a dark horse." Ross was proud of his mate's prowess.

"See! I can keep a secret." Paul looked straight at me and winked. "Isn't that right, Jude?"

I had no more drink to choke on. My glass was empty but I put the glass to my mouth anyway.

"Someone needs a drink!" My empty glass registered with Ross. "I know I do." He stood up and picked up some empty glasses. "What's your pleasure, ladies?"

I think I managed to maintain my feminine deportment all through my giggling fit, while Paul spat his mouthful of lager back into his glass.

"Oh, I get it!" Ross joined in the hilarity. "I really didn't mean..."

"Gin and tonic. And a soda and lime." Sam managed to splutter out our drink order between her convulsions.

Ross was still laughing as he walked to the bar. I waited until he was out of earshot.

 "What's your pleasure, indeed?" I looked at my wife. "And as for you!"

Sam's attempt to look innocent was pathetic. "Who, me?"

"What was all that threesome shit?" My attempt to whisper sternly was equally pathetic. I couldn't help but laugh. "And you!" I mimicked his line. "See! I can keep a secret."

Ross was still engaged at the bar, waiting for the landlord to change a beer barrel.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you two organized this whole chance meeting."

Their faces said it all. They were as guilty as sin. Confirmed by Sam's confession.

Apparently, Sam had bumped into Paul earlier in the week and between them concocted this whole set-up. It dawned on me that Sam had been texting her co-conspirator while we were on 'the Girls Road', divulging our exact whereabouts. This would explain how Paul was able to time his visit to the gents' toilet.

"What if he wants to fuck me!" I'm still a virgin in that department. Dry fucking Paul's huge member is as close as I've got.

"Oh, he wants to fuck you alright!" Paul's answer was concurred by Sam's nodding head.

I couldn't believe it. My wife was pimping me out!

The landlord had returned and was dispensing our drinks, much to Ross's approval.

"So what's the plan now?" I was prepared to go along with the game for as long as I could.

"We never thought it would get this far. So just go with the flow." It appeared that Sam was encouraging me to embrace the full female experience.

"Shh. Here he comes." I could see Ross returning with a tray of drinks.

Where, as I could see the bar, the alcove was in a far corner, situated in a way that Paul and Sam were hidden from Ross's view.

"What is that perfume, Sam?" Paul was sniffing around my wife's neck. Before she could answer, their mouths collided in a full-on snog.

I wasn't expecting that!

Ross almost spilled the tray when he caught sight of the scene. I appeared to be playing gooseberry, while my 'girlfriend' made out with my 'boyfriend', not even stopping to acknowledge Ross's return.

They were still deep in tongue wrestling as Ross sat back down beside me. I took my drink straight from Ross's grip and took a few mouthfuls to relieve the acute dryness in my mouth. A side effects from the anxious euphoria that I was currently experiencing.

Ross settled back down, close enough for me to hear him breathing in my ear. "What is that perfume you're wearing Judy?"

To be continued...