The next day was like any other and on arriving home, Nancy met me at the door. I didn't tell her, but I was a little disappointed in not playing the what person game at the door of the garage, but she had her agenda and we had someplace to be. So into the house, down to the basement, a quick douche, and shower, then back up to our room to get dressed.

“Harriet, you look very nice,” Nancy said as I stood before her.

“Thank you,” I replied.

“And just as important, you look very convincing,” she added.

“If it means anything, I feel very pretty.”

“With some serious work we're gonna make a good woman out of you,” she said, as she picked up her purse.

“Well, not too much,” I said, with a bit of concern for her words. “I mean Harry still has to work.”

“Win the lottery and Harry could go away,” she laughed as she went out the door.

“Do what?” I almost shouted as I hurried to catch up.

“I'm driving,” she said as she pointed me to the passenger side.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“You better be your best Harriet tonight,” Nancy said.

“I'll do my best,” I replied, as she backed out of the driveway.

“Joan and Mark have gone all out to make this a very special night,” she went on.

“I will, I promise,” I assured her. “Whatever it takes.”

“Also remember, no curtsies tonight,” Nancy cautioned. “You're my friend, not my slave.”

“I promise,” I replied, not sure if I liked being referred to as a 'slave.'

~~~~~

“Ladies, come on in,” Mark said when he answered the door.

“Thank you,” Nancy responded as I followed her inside.

“Well, you both look very nice tonight,” he went on as he closed the door.

“Thank you,” we replied in unison.

“I'm just watching the last of the news,” Joan's in the kitchen,” he went on.

I tried to catch the sports report without making it obvious.

“Hey, girls, come on in,” Joan called out from the dining room.

Again I tried to catch the scores.

“Harriet, you look very nice tonight,” Joan complimented.

“Thank you,” I answered in my practiced soft voice. “And what you're making smells delicious.”

“One of our mom's recipes,” she replied.

The evening went very well. The meal was good, as was the conversation. Aside from Mark's initial glance at me when we first came in, he never missed a beat in seeing me as a woman. Not once in all of our conversations did he ever address me in the masculine. Mark even went so far as to push our chairs in for us. He was a perfect gentleman. The actions of both of them quickly put me at ease, and when Nancy gave her an approving smile, I know I had succeeded.

“Ladies,” Mark began as he raised his wine glass, “To an enjoyable evening.”

I had a big smile across my face as I raised my glass.

When dessert was served I tried to help but Joan wouldn't let me. After our meal, we retired to the living room and general talk. I have to say that while the four of us drank red wine, the guy in me would rather have had a beer.

“Harriet, do you think you could have fixed as good a meal as we just enjoyed?” Nancy asked me.

“I don't think I could have,” I answered in as feminine a manner as possible.

“You just need a good teacher,” Joan remarked.

“Well I have the best teacher in her,” I replied with a slight tap on Nancy's shoulder.

“We had a great teacher,” Joan remarked.

“Yes, your mom was a great cook,” Mark added.

“She taught us a lot,” Nancy remarked as she looked from her sister to me.

I didn't say anything, but from the chuckles, all three knew what her words inferred.

“About time?” Joan asked Nancy.

“I think so,” she replied.

“Honey?” Joan quizzed Mark.

“This is all guy's doings,” he said with a shake of his head.

“What?” I asked.

“Harriet, these gals think you are a wonderful lady, but it's time you lost your virginity,” Mark replied.

“My virginity?”

“Harriet, you're the only virgin in the room,” Nancy began, “and Mark is going to make a real woman out of you.”

“Do what?' I said in Harry's voice. “I'm not a virgin, I -”

“Harriet is, and we're going to change that,” Joan said.

I was speechless.

“This isn't my idea, they just talked me into being the stud,” Mark said.

I looked from him to them in disbelief. While I enjoy getting anal, and the thought of him doing me was fine, it was just a shock at how they sprung it on me.

“You'll do fine dear,” Nancy said as she patted my leg smiling.

“Once he pops that cherry, you just wrap yourself around him and ride,” Joan joked.

“I promise to be gentle,” Mark quipped.

“Ready to pop that cherry?” Nancy asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“I-I have to pee,” I stammered.

They all laughed as I got up and went to the bathroom. Closing the door, I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and peed. Once I'd finished I quickly stripped naked.

“Oh my god!” Nancy laughed when I walked back into the room. “Joan, you ever see a woman in such a hurry to lose her virginity?”

“Me,” Joan quipped.

“Judging from his hard-on, 'er at her hard-on, she's ready,” Nancy added.

I didn't have to look down as I had become erect while undressing.

“Harry, 'er Harriet,” Mark interjected. “Go put your bra back on.”

“My bra?”

“Yes, you've got to have on something to help remind me that you are a woman,” Mark said.

Nancy and Joan laughed, and I went and quickly put my bra back on.

“I guess she needs to grow real ones,” Joan quipped.

Nancy and Mark chuckled.

“No sense showing everything the first time,” Joan continued to joke.

“A hussy,” Mark interjected.

“Better?” I asked as I walked back in.

“Whatever makes him happy,” Joan laughed.

“Better, thanks,” Mark answered.

I blew him a kiss.

“Well, we've got a room all ready,” Joan said as she got to her feet.

“So, you think I need real ones,” I quizzed Joan.

“That's entirely up to you two,” she answered as we followed her.

As we all proceeded down the hall, I slipped my hand into Mark's. It startled him and he pulled away, I just smiled and winked. His nervousness was evident, but he quickly recovered and took my hand.

“I've got the bed all ready and plenty of room for us to watch,” she remarked after we'd entered the former bedroom of one of their children.

Without a word I went over to the bed, sat down on the edge, and laid back.

“Anytime you're ready, big boy, have your way with me,” I said in the most sensuous voice I could muster.

Mark's face turned about the darkest shade of red that I had ever seen, and the women laughed. He quickly recovered and took off his pants. With the other women watching he held himself out for some oral attention, which I quickly gave making sure his shaft was well covered with my saliva. I again laid back and he mounted me. I could read his lack of comfort when I smiled at him and he diverted his eyes.

My 'cherry' popped easily as he slid into me and I smiled. The girls clapped and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He took a second to adjust himself and then began the pumping action to consummate my deflowering as a woman. I looked over at Nancy and Joan, and their faces were alight with the joy of watching. I smiled at them.

It only took him a few strokes to get his rhythm, and when he did I grabbed myself and began to masturbate. After a moment or two, we were in-sync.

“Plow that pussy!” Joan exclaimed. “Plow that thing like there's no tomorrow!”

I suddenly felt very womanish. That's right, I thought to myself. Plow my pussy. Fuck me! Fuck me! The idea that I actually had a pussy, and it was being banged, excited me and I jerked harder on myself. I heard Nancy giggle. That's right I thought to myself. How many times have I banged you in your backdoor. I smiled.

Mark paused for a moment as he stood up and took hold of my ankles. I knew this position very well, as Nancy loved the power rush it gave her, and I loved the feeling of vulnerability that it gave me. I also liked that it got my nuts up out of the way, something Nancy and I learned early on could ruin the mood if not avoided. I also knew this position from the many times I had had her in it.

I looked at him as he again entered me and began to thrust. Then I looked between my legs, and there was just something very thrilling about seeing him pounding me. Driving himself deeper and harder with each thrust of his torso. He had established his rhythm in this commanding position, and I could see he was focused on his satisfaction. I was being used and I loved it. The mind fuck this position always gave me always put me over the top, and I could feel that top approach as I jerked and he thrust. A few strokes later and I came, shooting cum over my stomach and chest. Nancy and Joan cheered as Mark slammed into me a final time and shot his wad.

I always laugh at the people who talk about feeling it spew in them. There are no nerve endings in the rectum, and all one feels is the pressure of the man's penis convulsing. Yet knowing what was going on made me feel all the more enraptured with my surprise blossoming into womanhood.

“It has been a memorable evening,” Nancy remarked as we all stood near the door.

“That it has,” Joan agreed.

“The look on Harriet's face says it all,” Mark said as he pointed at me.

I just smiled as I felt my face redden.

“She's a real woman now,” Nancy went on as she grabbed my forearm and squeezed.

Again I just smiled.

“Harriet, are you going to say anything?” Joan asked.

“I've had a wonderful time,” I softly answered.

“Mark, are you going to give her a kiss?” Joan asked him, a sly smile across her face.

“What!?” We both exclaimed.

“Good idea,” Nancy chimed in. “She should get a good-night kiss.”

We looked at them in disbelief.

“Come on, Mark,” Joan nearly ordered. “Give the lady a kiss.”

There was some awkwardness as we positioned to embrace, as both of us attempted the guy role, but soon our arms were entwined and our lips met. He was as tense as me and neither of us wanted to open our mouths first. After a moment or two of moving, and feeling the start of his stubble, I opened my mouth and he shot his tongue into my mouth.

I could hear the approval of our wives as we engaged in our oral battle. I ran my hands up and down his back in the same manner as Nancy often does with me. His hands dropped down and grabbed my butt. Again the women approved.

“You two looked very good together,” Joan complimented after we'd broke from our kiss.

“Almost made me jealous,” Nancy joked.

~~~~~

After we had returned home and got into bed, we talked about the evening. I confessed to Nancy that while I did not like kissing Mark, the sex with him was fun. We then made love and drifted off to sleep entwined in each other's arms.