Date: Sun, 04 Dec 2005 08:37:08 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Honesty - The Best Policy?"

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, and/or diapers,
cross-dressing or other fetishes and perversions that may please the
author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but base on
the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has
met.


Honesty - The Best Policy? (Bisexual/Urination)

by Amber Fountaine


I'm one of those guys - lucky guys in my estimation - that marry their high
school sweetheart. And while many guys would ridicule me for it, Kayla is
the only woman I've ever known - in the biblical sense I mean.

We started dating our junior year of high school, attended our local junior
college for two years, and then car pooled together to the university to
get our degrees. We married as soon as we both had jobs. But neither of us
were virgins on our wedding night. We'd waited all through high
school. We'd waited for two years of junior college. But when we began
driving back and forth past all those motels every day on our way to the
university, we couldn't wait any longer.

And it's not like we didn't have sex during that time. Kayla could give me
a hand job that was nearly as good as any I could give myself. And from the
time we began dating, many afternoons when we were supposed to be hitting
the books, Kayla was sitting on my face, grinding out orgasm after
orgasm. And let me tell you, when it came to sucking a dick, once we
crossed that line, Kayla was in a class by herself. The only thing we
didn't do was fuck.

But along the way, we picked up a bad habit. Because we had to be so
secretive, since we both had siblings in the house, we got in the habit of
getting each other off as quick as possible and that carried over into our
marriage. It didn't make sense, since we had every night and all weekend to
enjoy each other, to continue to rush through sex, but old habits are hard
to break.

When we finally realized how foolish we were being, we began to explore
foreplay with a new attitude and discovered that after play was a helluva
lot of fun too. And that led to us finally being truly intimate, sharing
our thoughts and fantasies.

It began simply enough with Kayla asking me one night while we basked in
the afterglow of good sex, "Toby, is there anything we don't do that you'd
like to do?"

"Not really," I answered as my mind raced. We'd been married a couple of
years at the time and once we'd started fucking, I don't think there was a
position to try or room that we hadn't tried it in. And a room wasn't
always necessary. Once we'd fucked standing up in a closet at a Christmas
party at a friend's house.

"The girls at work talk about sex all the time and they're always telling
stories about the things their husbands or boyfriends or former boyfriends
have asked them to do. Don't you have any fantasies?"

Of course I had fantasies. I believe every living breathing male has
fantasies. I think they start with the first curly pubic hair and multiply
just as rapidly as those hairs do. But I also believed at the time, that
they were things that Kayla didn't want to hear about. I couldn't imagine
her going along with something like peeing on me - and that was one of the
milder fantasies.

I guess it was the second or third time she asked me a similar question
that I admitted that I liked sexy lingerie.

"I LOVE sexy lingerie," she told me, almost jumping up and down on the
bed. "But I was afraid you might think I looked like a tramp or something."

"Well I wouldn't want you to wear it for anyone else," I told her. "But as
far as I'm concerned, the sluttier you look, the more I'll like it." She
was almost wide-eyed at that remark so I added, "And I promise to respect
you in the morning."

Within a month Kayla had assembled a lingerie collection that looked like
she'd bought out the entire Vicky S. catalog. And I complimented her on it
every time she wore it. That led to her next request.

We'd just woken up at our usual time, having forgotten the night before to
turn off the alarm for the weekend. That happened every so often and always
led to intimate conversation, sex, and breakfast in bed. "Would you do
something for me now?" she asked that morning, right after I'd told her how
nice she looked in her sexy lingerie.

"You want me to wear it?" I quipped. I'd said it without a moment's
thought, trying to be funny and began to blush as soon as I realized what
I'd said.

She looked at me funny for a moment, and then with a goofy smile told me,
"Sure, you'd look cute!" But she was just pulling my leg and quickly came
up with what she had really had on her mind, something entirely
different. "No," she began, stalling and stammering. "I . . I want to hold
you while you pee."

Neither of us had made our morning trip to empty our bladders. "You mean
hold my cock while I pee?"

She nodded and asked, "Is that too perverted?"

I had to laugh at that. "No," I told her, trying not to piss her off for
laughing at her. "I don't think it's perverted at all." But I could tell
that the way I was suppressing my giggling was making her mad anyway. So
without thinking again, I blurted out, trying to ease her conscious and
cover my ass, "Guys do that all the time. You can hold mine if I can hold
yours." I'm not sure which of those stupid remarks astonished her more.

She gave me a wide-eyed, excited look for a moment or two and then
addressed them in the order I'd given them. "You mean when you go use the
men's room, that guys hold each other's pricks while they pee?"

"Of course not!" I told her, hoping she didn't notice how red I was
turning. "Shit. That would be a good way to get your teeth knocked out. I
meant let a girl hold it for them."

She almost looked disappointed, and then she got that impish, mischievous
grin. "So you've never held another guy's prick while he pees? Or let a guy
hold yours?"

There are some guys that can tell a lie like it's the God's honest
truth. I'm not one of them. And especially where Kayla is concerned. And I
damn sure wasn't ready to tell her the whole story about me and Kenny
Porter. So I tried a diversion. "Why would you want to hold my prick while
I pee?"

In response, she stared at me for a moment or two and I thought sure she
was going to challenge me to answer her question first. But as red as I'd
turned since she'd asked it, had been enough of an answer to satisfy her
for the time being. "One of the girls at work was talking about doing
things like that with her boyfriends. And it always makes me a little
excited when I'm in the bathroom and you walk in and pee. I know you like
it too."

She studied my face for a reaction and when she didn't get an answer, she
went on. "Remember the time I had to pee next to the car on the way to
church camp?"

You damn right I remembered! We'd just graduated from high school and were
on our way to spend a month of the summer working as counselors at our
church's summer camp for younger kids. We'd been in the middle of nowhere
when Kayla had announced the need to pee - and now! She'd pulled her shorts
down, left her panties on, squatted next to the car and let go. I'd gotten
so turned on watching Kayla pee in her panties that I'd pulled my cock out
and started stroking it right in front of her. And that had made her so hot
she'd sucked my cock for the first time when we got back in the car,
swallowing every drop like the natural she is. And she'd enjoyed it as much
as I had. Almost every night we were at camp, we'd find a way to meet to do
it again. Actually, it was after one of those awesome, late night blowjobs
that I'd proposed marriage for the first time. But we had to wait another
five years before that happened.

"Sure I remember," I told her grinning. "That was the summer I proposed to
you."

She smiled back at me, remembering what had prompted that first
proposal. But she let that go and continued, "Ever since we've been
married, you try to catch me peeing. You always make it look like you
didn't know I was taking a piss, but it happens so much that I know it's no
accident. Even talking about it makes you hard."

I might have denied that, if she hadn't wrapped her fingers around the
evidence.

"I'm right aren't I?"

Of course she was right. Not that I could have denied it with my cock
drooling. In keeping with our recent efforts of openness and honesty, I
told her so. I also decided to tell her the part that she'd played in
something that had happened years in the past; something I'd wanted to
confess for years.

"Remember Kenny Porter?" I began. "He's the guy I ran around with when we
first started dating."

"Kind of lanky with big lips?"

She would mention those big lips, but I kept my mind on the part I wanted
to tell her about. "That's him. Remember after we began dating you told me
how you and some of your friends had discovered that some boys had made a
hole in the wall of the girl's bathroom and had been peeking at y'all when
you went in to use the toilet?"

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. Even after more than 10
years. "Yeah, that was you?"

"Not exactly. Kenny's older brother Todd and a friend of Todd's were the
ones that made that hole. Todd told Kenny and Kenny told me. We used to
sneak in the band room closet next to the girl's room and watch y'all pee."

Now Kayla was really blushing and I knew why. She and her friend Raylynn
had done a lot more than just empty their bladders. I'd never had the nerve
to tell Kayla about that and she'd never volunteered the information or
mentioned anything about sex with another girl. I'd always written it off
as the same kind of teenage fooling around that Kenny and I did. I'd just
been surprised that girls would do that too.

But Kayla wasn't certain I'd caught them doing anything more than taking a
piss. To be sure, she asked, "So you saw us peeing and that's why it turned
you on?"

I guess I could have let it go at that, but somehow I knew the way things
were going that she'd eventually get my whole story out of me, and if she
knew that I knew that she hadn't been as straight as she'd pretended, then
maybe when I confessed, I wouldn't look so bad.

"Not exactly," I told her. "That was pretty good for our young eyes. What
really turned us on was when you and your friend would take turns sitting
in each other's laps to go pee."

She knew if I'd seen that, then I'd also seen the two of them finger each
other and lick each other's slits after they'd peed. She was blushing
brightly, but composed enough to ask, "So all this time you've been
thinking about me sitting on your lap to pee? Or do you want to pee between
my legs?"

"Both," I told her. "And I want to lick your pussy when you're done like
Raylynn did." Even as I said it, my ears were ringing and my heart was
trying to beat its way out of my chest.

She was silent for a moment, taking in all this new information. I guess
she was trying to decide if she should be pissed that I'd been one of the
peepers, or pissed that I'd kept it a secret all these years. But then she
had to smile as she saw the humor in it. "Would that have anything to do
with why you began pestering me and Raylynn to go out with you?"

That was true and I had to smile too. "I suppose it might," I conceded,
acting like I was the one that had been caught. I really had been attracted
to both girls before I'd ever witnessed their bathroom antics. But another
big reason had been that I'd made a bet with Kenny.

She kept grinning at me and then jumped up out of bed, dragging me by the
hand and pulling me with her. "I wish you'd been more honest and told me
about that years ago. Think of all the fun we've been missing."

Kayla continued to take charge when we reached the bathroom. Flipping up
the toilet seat cover, she told me, "You sit down, but don't pee yet." When
she had me in position, she straddled my legs and pushed my cock down so
that it was underneath her. I thought she intended to stick it in her, but
that wasn't her plan. "I'm gonna pee on your prick first, and then we'll
get in the tub."

I had a moment to think about her instructions as we moved into the
positions she's requested. It wasn't like Kayla to think this out anywhere
near this quick.  That meant she'd been thinking about how we could do this
for some time. I had my mouth open to ask, when her flow of hot piss began
hitting my cock. I was surprised I didn't shoot off a load of cum
immediately. When her stream of warm pee suddenly slowed to a trickle and
then stopped, I asked, "Are you done?"

"For now," she told me, getting to her feet. "I want to save some."

I was leaning forward, attempting to get my tongue in her slit, the same
way I watched her and Raylynn do each other. It was something I'd wanted to
do myself for so many years, but she pulled me with her into the tub. Then
she knelt before me and pointing my cock at her chest, said, "Pee on my
tits."

My cock had been as stiff as an old piece of garden hose before she peed on
it. Now it was like a steel pipe. It hurt just to have her pushing my
erection down toward her breasts. But I relaxed as best I could, and like
so many mornings when I'd awoken with a piss hard, I gradually got a surge
of pee going in her direction and once the plumbing switched over to 'pee'
mode, my cock deflated slightly and the stream held steady. Then as my flow
subsided, she began to rub the side of my cock on the cheeks of her face,
licking her pee off of it and then took the last few squirts of my piss
directly in her mouth. When I'd completely finished and started to stiffen
in her mouth, she pulled off and smiled up at me. "Mmm, that was good. But
really strong."

THAT BLEW MY MIND! Not the 'Mmm' part, telling me it was good - the part
about it tasting strong. The way I took it, she was comparing the flavor of
my pee to . .whose? Her own? Someone else's? Could she remember what
Raylynn's pee had tasted like? Even if it was just her own that she'd been
sampling in secret, how many times had she done it that she could tell what
was weak and what was strong?

While I pondered over that, she stood, my pee dripping from her everywhere
and stepped out of the tub. Then she answered part of those questions when
she told me, "Mine tastes strong first thing in the morning too. Ready to
try it?"

Oh hell yes I was ready. Kayla had been sitting on my face since the night
she agreed to go steady. But for a long time, she always kept her panties
on. No telling how many of her panties got thrown out while we were in high
school because the crotch had been chewed out of them. Her excuse for not
taking them off was that she couldn't trust herself or me. We had this
silly rule that we couldn't both have our genitals naked at the same
time. Then after she began sucking my cock, she decided that if she made me
cum first, I'd be less likely to try to fuck her, if her pussy was bare and
I still had my cock out. During those years that we limited our sex to
oral, there'd been many, many times when I'd fantasized about Kayla peeing
in her panties, my mouth, or both while I ate her. Nor had those fantasies
diminished any during the two years we'd been married.

"Please!" I almost begged. "I've wanted to taste your pee since
. . forever."

"Since you saw me with Raylynn?" she teased as she settled over my face on
the bathmat next to the tub.

I didn't bother to answer. My mouth had much more important things to
do. As I began to lick that slit I loved so much, I missed a lot of what
she was saying. But one thing I didn't miss was her remark, "Oh shit that's
good, I think I'll make you my new best girlfriend."

That remark conjured up more fantasies from the past - and present - but
before I could dwell on them, she began to pee again and I put all my
efforts into licking and swallowing at the same time. She was still
dribbling pee when she moved back and impaled herself on my rampant,
throbbing cock. Any chance of a leisurely weekend fuck had disappeared the
moment we started in on the pee play. Kayla's orgasm hit her almost
immediately that I was inside her and that was good, because I was already
shooting cum when it happened.

And my surprises weren't over yet. It was almost as if she'd hypnotized me,
got me to tell her all my secret fantasies, made a checklist, and was
working her way down the list. As soon as she came down from her orgasm,
she moved back to her original position and plastered her wet, cum filled
pussy on my face.

Several times, beginning with our honeymoon, I'd tried to go down on Kayla
after we'd had sex and each time she'd stopped me, usually telling me she
needed to clean herself first. I couldn't argue with her without revealing
how much I loved the taste of cum and I certainly wasn't going to admit
that!  But this time she didn't care. I suppose she figured after I'd
licked her pussy while she peed, it was a little late to worry about if she
was clean or not. So I ate pussy like I'd never eaten pussy before, licking
her entire slit and driving my tongue as deep into her as possible,
searching for every drop of my spent sperm. Not surprisingly, she began to
orgasm again, this time as massive as any I'd ever seen her have. Before
she was done, the back of my head had a knot on it, my face looked like I'd
been bruised in a fight, and she'd ripped loose one end of the shower
curtain, grabbing it for balance.

"That was the most awesome sex we've ever had," she told me as we cuddled
in bed after showering and eating breakfast. "I hope I didn't hurt you." As
she said it, she softly ran a fingertip over my puffy, swollen lips.

"It's okay," I told her. "It was worth it."

"When Erin told me about doing things like that, I just knew I had to try
it."

I wasn't certain if she meant the pee play or letting me lick her pussy
when it was full of cum. But I let it go and asked, "Erin is your friend
from work?"

"Right. You met her when the bank sponsored the raffle ticket cage for the
Gala."

I remembered her all right. Four of the ladies from the bank, plus their
husbands or boyfriends had worked together at a Chamber of Commerce
function. She was the quiet little redhead that dressed so primly and
looked like she could be the cover girl for "Christian Woman" magazine. If
you lined up ten women and she was one of them and you had to pick the one
you thought was the biggest prude, Erin would be the choice of most
men. But she had an ample, freckled cleavage that seemed out of place and
promised delight to the man that fought his way in. My face must have shown
the disbelief that Erin would enjoy any of the things that we'd just done.

"You wouldn't believe some of the things we girls talk about when we go out
for drinks."

"Will you be telling them about this morning at your next hen party?"

"I might," she teased. "If you keep calling it a 'hen' party."

"Yeah, you're right. It sounds like it should be called a gathering of
half-drunk horny bitches." That got me a shot in the ribs.

"We only get a third drunk and we're not bitches." Then she giggled and
added, "Just horny."

"Well if this is the results," I offered, "Then the next round of drinks is
on me!"

"You mean you want to dress as a woman and join us?" she asked hopefully.

With the sun shining brightly through both bedroom windows, there was no
way she could help but notice I'd turned as red as Erin's hair. "That is
NOT what I meant," I told her. "I was joking and meant that if a morning
like this is the result of y'all getting a third drunk, then I want to buy
another round to see what happens when y'all get half drunk."

She gave me that same look I'd gotten earlier at daybreak, when I'd dodged
the question about holding another guy's prick, before she answered. "You
know, I think maybe I need to get you half drunk. Then maybe you'd be
honest with me. I think you're holding out."

"About what?" I countered, trying to act innocent. "I've never lied to
you."

"I don't think you've lied to me. But I don't think you've told me
everything either. I think little Toby has some deep dark secrets he
doesn't want his mommy to know."

"There's lot's of things I wouldn't want my mom or dad to know, but I've
been honest with you."

"Like peeking at us in the girl's room?" she asked in an accusing voice.

I shot back at her in the same voice. "Like fooling around with Raylynn?"

For a moment we stared at each other in a standoff. Then we both began to
laugh. But in another moment, Kayla got semi serious and asked, "Did you
really enjoy what we did today?"

With all the enthusiasm I could muster, I told her, "Sure!"

"How long have you wanted to do something like that and never said a word?"

She had me there. "Since I saw you and Raylynn."

"That's exactly what I thought. So if you'd been honest about it, we could
have been doing things like we did this morning for years."

In a way, her logic made good sense. But I also knew she might not have
been as receptive to the idea until more recently. "Possibly," I
conceded. "But if I'd asked you to pee on me five years ago, would you have
done it?"

"Possibly."

"How long have you wanted to do what we did this morning?" I wanted to
know.

She didn't hesitate to answer. "Since the first day of church camp when you
asked me to give you the panties that I'd peed in."

Somehow I'd forgotten about that. That was the third or fourth pair of her
panties that I'd asked for. My excuse had been that I used her panties to
masturbate when I was missing her terribly. That must have rung a romantic
bell in her mind and she'd always given me the panties. The reason she'd
refused me the pissed in panties was because she promised I wouldn't have
any need to masturbate. She intended to keep sucking my cock any time I
wanted it in the future. So I couldn't see any connection between her
pissed in panties, which she hadn't let me have, and her wanting to enjoy
pee play now.

"How did those panties have anything to do with it?" I asked.

"I peed in those panties several times like I did with Raylynn. But I
always thought about you wearing them and peeing in them when I did
it. Remember when I asked you exactly how you used my panties and you kept
changing the subject and wouldn't answer me?"

I could remember that too. I'd sweated bullets that day, thinking she'd
drag out the whole story. I remembered so well that I could tell you the
time of day and the weather outside. But I told her casually, "Yeah, I
think so."

"When you wouldn't tell me, I quit asking you and asked your sister if she
knew or could find out."

Then she smiled as she watched me cringe and blush, enjoying my quandary,
before asking me, "Would you like to change your story now about telling me
the truth - all of it?"

It was time in my life to bite the bullet and stop sweating bullets; either
she'd be pissed about me deceiving her all these years or not.

"Back in high school," I began, choosing to start with what I hoped would
be the biggest hurdle. "When I was trying to get you or Raylynn to go out
with me, I thought you were both really neat girls, and I'm sure I would
have asked you out anyway, but part of it was to win a bet with Kenny."

"Why did you bet with Kenny and what did you bet?"

"Kenny and I had been fooling around with each other, jacking off together
and sometimes . . . . jacking each other. Then when we saw you and Raylynn
peeing together, we decided to try that too. Kenny said what you were doing
was lesbian and if we did it, but didn't use our mouths on each other, we
wouldn't be queer."

I paused to see if she had any question or comment but she just nodded so I
went on.

"So, yeah, what you asked me about earlier, holding another guys prick
while he peed? We did that. And yes, we used to take turns wearing panties
and wetting them."

"So you bet him you could talk one of us out of a pair of panties so you
could piss in them? And that's why you started dating me."

I'd been afraid she'd think something like that and was nearly in tears
when I tried to explain. "No, that wasn't it at all. I'd been telling Kenny
I was going to ask you out since the start of the semester. Then when we
saw you and Raylynn fooling with each other, Kenny bet me y'all were
lesbians. But you were always real nice to me in class and I'd heard you
were dating a senior on the football team, so I didn't think you were
lesbian. But I didn't want to get my ass kicked either. So that's why I
asked Raylynn before I asked you. When I asked her, she just turned me
down. And when I asked you, you said you'd go out with me, but not while
you were dating someone else. So that's why I kept asking and finally you
said you weren't dating that guy any more and we went out."

"So you won the bet. Toby Carson, 'The Winner'!" she joked, lifting my arm
like a prizefighter.

I nodded; steeling myself for the question I knew was coming.

"Exactly what was the bet?"

I took a deep breath. Maybe I'd known at the start of this conversation
that this part would come out. I wanted to be honest and told her, "I bet
y'all weren't lesbian and Kenny bet that you were. The looser had to give
the other guy a blowjob."

"So your buddy Kenny blew you." She said it like it was no big thing. Then
she had another thought. "Did you ever do him?" She was really smiling and
enjoying this.

"No," I told her.

"Did you want to?"

"Yeah, I did." I admitted with embarrassment and reluctance. "He seemed to
like doing it a lot and I wanted to try it. But every time we got together
and I got ready to try it, Kenny would suck me off first and then I didn't
want to do it."

"But you did use my panties to pee in?"

"Not yours at first. We wanted to try that when we saw y'all do it. And
that was before I ever asked you out. Kenny stole some of his mom's and I'd
take a pair of my sister's. We'd pretend to be you and Raylynn. We'd pee in
the panties and then play with each other's pricks until we'd cum. It was
probably a year later before you gave me a pair of panties and I could use
yours."

"That's pretty much what your sister told me. She said she caught you and
Kenny wearing panties and peeing in them and she thought you two might have
been doing some kind of sex together, but she wasn't sure."

I could remember that incident too, just as clear as day and gave Kayla the
details. It was right after I began dating Kayla and Kenny had conceded the
bet, giving me my first blowjob. Once that line was crossed, we
continued. Kenny and I were at my house and I thought no one would be home
for an hour or two. Kenny and I had gone out in the garage because it had a
concrete floor that could be mopped up easily. We'd both peed in our
panties and Kenny had blown me and I was rubbing his cock through his wet
panties when my sister Betty walked out to go to the washing machine and
scared the shit out of us. She knew the panties I had on were hers and I
had to kiss her ass for months to keep her from telling my mom.

When I finished she told me, "I kept thinking that someday I'd tease you
about it but then I thought it might be more fun knowing you did that and
you not knowing I did it too."

"That's kinda what I thought too," I told her, smiling at the irony of us
both thinking we had a secret - the same secret - from each other. "We
should have told each other so we could do it together."

We were quiet for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. I was thinking of
Kenny and how often I'd had my cock between his thick fuckable lips. But
I'd never worked up the nerve to return the favor. I wasn't sure what Kayla
was thinking about, but I wasn't surprised by her next question. What
surprised me was the way she led into it.

"You know, the big reason I never considered dating anyone else after I
began going steady with you was because you loved to eat my pussy and did
it so well. I can't imagine any man doing it better than you do."

Of course I swelled with pride hearing that!

"And you knew about Raylynn all these years and never said anything, so I
guess it doesn't bother you to know your girlfriend - and now your wife -
is bisexual."

What I DID know now was that Kayla was definitely leading up to
something. We'd jumped from the past to the present.

"You must have had a lot of fun wearing my panties back then and I know for
a fact that you still do."

She was propped up on one elbow, looking me square in the eyes and fondling
my cock. There was no way I could lie or deny and no need to. The way she'd
said it made me realize she'd been aware of my raiding her lingerie drawer
for some time and had never said a word about it. All I could do was keep
my mouth shut and wait for her to finish. I knew she was fixing to drop a
bombshell on me by the way she was taking deep breaths.

"Toby, I . . . I really miss having sex with another woman. And I don't
want to cheat on you. So instead of jumping in bed with one of my friends,
I've been thinking about you instead. Can I dress you up like a girl?"

Had she just asked first, I probably would have jumped at the chance. But I
laid there in stunned silence for a moment, reflecting on how she'd said
it. She made it sound like she wanted me to openly indulge in one of my
secret fantasies as a big favor to her? Awesome! Then I saw the look of
doubt creep across her face, like maybe she was afraid she'd gone too
far. I erased that look immediately when I pulled her too me, telling her,
"Honey, I'll be glad to do that for you."

Sure, I wasn't being totally honest by saying I'd do it for her. I was
joyous about being able to expose my sissy side openly in front of her. The
important thing was that we went back to the bathroom; this time to enjoy a
bubble bath together, and what emerged was Kayla and the 'new best girl
friend' that she'd alluded to earlier.

Over the next several weeks, we spent most of the time on weekends, from
the time Kayla got home on Friday night after drinks with the girls, to
when we dressed for church on Sunday morning, as lesbian lovers. Kayla told
me all about how she and Raylynn had become best friends in middle school
and how shortly after making a pact to share everything, Raylynn had
accidentally wet her panties and that Kayla had wet hers on purpose so her
best friend wouldn't feel bad. They'd gotten in the bathtub together at
Raylynn's house and played with each other's pussies. Neither had orgasmed,
but they'd definitely made each other feel good. They'd repeated that a
couple of times without peeing in their panties first and it hadn't been
nearly as exciting. So they began wearing skirts more often so they could
pee their panties in different places and then rush home to one girl's
house or the other to eat pissy pussy.

In turn, I told her more details about my adventures with Kenny and
eventually told her about Todd catching us and making both of us suck his
cock, not once but several times, in exchange for his keeping secret our
piss and panty play.

I was sure that I'd get some sort of major reaction from Kayla when I
admitted to having sucked cock. Instead, she patted my cheek, said, "I'll
bet you really loved it," and let it go at that. I was almost disappointed.

Then one weekend, during one of our post-coital conversations, she
mentioned something that Erin had said the previous Friday night and it
reminded me of something that hadn't made sense to me at the time.

That groundbreaking morning that we'd enjoyed pee play together for the
first time, she'd made a remark that it had been Erin's idea for Kayla to
try it. But Kayla had already tried it with Raylynn. So I'd sort of assumed
she'd meant try it with me. Yet I had a nagging doubt that was right. So I
explained my dilemma to Kayla.

She laughed at me and said, "Think for a minute. What did we do that
morning that we'd never done before and have been doing continuously ever
since?"

"Pee for each other?"

She shook her head.

"On each other?"

"No silly. It has nothing to do with pee. Erin told us about having these
incredible orgasms with a boyfriend that loved to lick his cum out of her
after they'd fucked."

I felt like a dummy. That had been one of my longstanding fantasies before
that morning. But it had become such a regular part of our lovemaking in
the last few months, that I hardly remembered it as a fantasy any
more. Sort of like when you're a kid and can't hardly wait to begin shaving
and then after you have to do it every day, you can't remember for sure
when you started. "Oh yeah," I admitted, sounding like the King of dummies
- or considering my sexy attire, the 'Queen' of dummies.

Kayla twisted her face into that silly smile she uses to tease me, and
tapping a finger on my chin told me, "I think little Miss Tabitha doesn't
want to admit how much she loves the taste of cum."

Kayla had come up with the 'Tabitha' nickname a short time back when we'd
been watching a rerun of an old sitcom that had a baby girl in it by that
name. I wasn't too fond of it, but if it made Kayla happy to call me by a
girl's name when we were enjoying the greatest sex two people could have, I
wasn't about to argue. As to me loving the taste of cum, well I sure
couldn't deny it. And I was even more certain that I didn't want to tell
Kayla how much. How does a man explain to the love of his life that he's
been fascinated with the unique taste of male sperm since the very first
time he jacked off as a young teen?

Still I was caught off guard when she asked, "How often do you think of
tasting someone else's?"

Honesty time again. To be completely honest I'd have to tell her that I
fantasized about eating another man's cum from her fresh fucked pussy every
time I was licking out my own. And every time she'd sucked my cock, whether
she swallowed my load of cream or not, I thought about giving a blowjob to
another man. That alone was a couple of times a week or more. And more
recently, on my M-W-F workout schedule at the gym, I'd been paying a lot
more attention to the other men in the showers. Where before I'd tried not
to look, I now found myself trying not to get caught looking. A good guess
would be that I thought about sucking cock at least once a day.

But in spite of our recent openness about sex, I hedged. "Sometimes," I
told her, then threw it back at her. "I'm sure you wonder what it would be
like to have sex with someone besides me." I wasn't really sure, but
wondered. That's why I hadn't specified the 'someone' as being a man or
woman. I'd leave it open and see where she went with it.

"Sometimes," she answered coyly, playing the same game. "And I think I know
the perfect way for us to try that without really doing it."

My mind raced through all sorts of possible scenes. Did she plan to bring
another man into our bed? Did she have one all picked out? And how could we
do that without doing that? I pressed for details, but it was time to get
up and dress for church and I had to settle for Kayla's word that she'd
explain later.

When Kayla says, "later," it means at a time and place of her
choosing. Ironically, the church sermon that day was on 'honesty' and after
church would have been a good time for me to pursue our earlier
conversation. But with Kayla, I knew the information wouldn't be
forthcoming until she was good and ready. That time and place was the
following Friday night when she came in a little later and a little more
giddy than ever before.

I heard her fumbling with her key in the lock and when I opened the door
for her, her first words were, "I found us another cock we can both enjoy."

She damn near fell on the floor laughing when I checked behind her in the
apartment walkway, expecting to see some man that she'd brought home with
her.

"No dummy, first we have to try what's in here," she told me, holding up
one of the plastic shopping bags she'd been carrying and then turned and
headed for the bedroom. Of course I followed close behind.

Our recent Friday night ritual was for me to come home, change into my sexy
girly clothes, fix us dinner, and wait for Kayla. She'd gotten a few things
for her 'girlfriend' that she particularly enjoyed seeing me in. When she
came in, she was always in the mood for a romp in the sack with her 'new
best girlfriend' and often those dinners had to be reheated much later in
the evening. I didn't mind. After a couple of hours of parading around the
house dressed as Tabitha in sexy lingerie and heels, I was just as horny as
she was.

"Renee had been telling me about this store she goes to and tonight she
took me there after happy hour," she told me, then dumped a shopping bag in
the middle of the bed.

I recognized the sex toys from ads I'd seen in men's magazine, but had
never seen anything like that up close and personal. Of the several items,
my eyes locked on the large, very life-like dildo that seemed to be calling
out to me.

As I reached and picked it up, I marveled at how realistic it was in both
feel and visual detail. In every detail, including a nut sack, it was a
perfect copy of a man's cock and balls. Had it been warmer, I'm sure with
my eyes closed I'd have thought I had my hand around a real cock.

"I thought you'd like it," Kayla said, beaming at me proudly.

"I can't get over how real this thing is," I told her.

Then she took it from me, held it in front of her like she had a dick, and
asked me, "Wanna suck my cock for me sweet thing?"

Her words were slurred enough to make me realize she'd gone beyond 'a third
drunk' and 'half drunk' combined. Someone had bought that extra round or
two of drinks and it wasn't me. Then she handed the dildo back to me,
telling me, "Here Tabitha, sweetie. Hold this while I get undressed." Then
she said, giggling, "Just remember it's not a chew toy."

As she slipped out of her clothes, I studied the dildo and began to feel a
tinge of jealousy and doubt. It was at least two or three inches longer
than mine and about half again as thick. If Kayla needed one this size to
satisfy her, my marriage was over!

"Are you sure you got one big enough?" I tried to joke.

"That's not for me Tabitha, my sweet sissy. That's for you. Renee says that
most girly-boys are size queens. They love cocks and the bigger the
better."

I was about to protest being referred to as a 'sweet sissy' or 'girly-boy',
wondering where she'd picked up all this new vocabulary, when I saw
something else that confounded me even more. Kayla had removed her skirt
and I immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing panties or
pantyhose. Then as she took her blouse off, I could see she wasn't wearing
a bra either. When she'd left for work, she'd been wearing all three. But
now, as she stepped out of her slip, she was completely naked.

With great effort, I was able to think past the possible reasons why Kayla
had lost all her underwear and holding up the dildo, told her, "Women could
use this thing to practice for childbirth."

"It's not that big Tabitha. Renee says she's seen bigger."

"Bigger dildos or bigger real ones?"

"See," she said, giggling again. "You are a size queen. You're already
thinking about where to find a bigger one."

I was about to protest that I wasn't any sort of 'queen' but dressed as I
was in lingerie, that would have caused us both to laugh.

"Let me show you how that thing works," she told me, taking the dildo from
my hands.

Any thoughts that were going through my head, as well as any questions I'd
been about to ask about the disappearing bra and panties, evaporated
instantly when I envisioned a dildo demonstration from my beautiful, sexy
wife. There'd been a scene in a porno movie that one of my friends had
brought to my bachelor party where two women had used sex toys on
themselves and then each other. Those scenes had stuck in my mind much more
than any of the other fucking and sucking that had gone on in the two or
three movies we'd watched that night.

As Kayla fumbled with a harness of some sort, she explained that the dildo,
in addition to having a suction cup base for holding it in place on a floor
or something like that, came with a harness for wearing it. The harness
contraption she was holding looked somewhat like a nylon g-string with a
hole in front and the suction cup could be worked through the hole. It took
her a couple of tries, but in a moment, she had it assembled and strapped
in place, looking for all the world like a gorgeous woman with a large
cock.

After staring for a moment, I told her, "Except for those straps, you look
like a woman with a cock."

She smiled, turned to look at herself in the dresser mirror, and then told
me, "Just a minute."

My eyes had been focused on the fake prick bobbing in front of her, much
like mine did when I had an erection and was moving around. So when she
came back from the bathroom wearing a pair of panty briefs with the cock
sticking out the front, I was again amazed. Now it appeared that this lady
with a cock was wearing a pair of crotchless panties, the straps mostly
hidden by the beige material of the panties. This time when she took
another glance in the mirror, she was much more satisfied with the
results. "There we go. Now would my sweet sissy like to suck my cock?"

Despite all the things - like missing underwear - that I should have been
more concerned with, the one pervading thought that I'd had since seeing
the dildo tumble from the bag onto our bedspread had been, 'Could anyone
get something that big in their mouth.' And to be more honest, the 'anyone'
I was concerned about being able to stretch their lips around it, was
me. With Kayla's smiling approval, I proved that I could.

As I gave head to the fake phallus, my mind became a montage of cocks, past
and present. I thought about Kenny and playing with his and of sucking his
brother Todd's cock and the cocks of two of Todd's friends. I hadn't
mentioned Todd's friends to Kayla yet. Nor had I told her about when we
were in college, commuting to classes and the semester when I'd had courses
on a day she didn't and had discovered the sexual action going on at a rest
stop. Truck drivers, I found out, love college cock and are only too happy
to let a college boy get an education in cocksucking as a reward.

And I thought about all the cocks I'd been noticing lately at the gym. Just
this morning I'd spotted a new guy, about my age, that seemed to be looking
the place over as I often did and who'd picked a locker near mine where
there was a good view of the men coming in and out of the showers. The head
of his cock had looked like a small apple and I'd thought at the time that
it was a shame that he'd never find someone that could suck it for him. But
I'd gotten the dildo in my mouth with surprising ease and now I wondered if
sucking 'Mr. Newbie' would be so impossible after all. As I bobbed on the
dildo, getting appreciative commentary from Kayla about my cocksucking
skills, I found myself hoping that Mr. Newbie would be working out on the
same M-W-F schedule that I followed.

No telling how far that fantasy would have gone if Kayla hadn't pulled the
dildo from my mouth, destroying the reverie I'd gotten into. "I've got
another surprise for you Tabitha. Get on the bed."

As she said it, she scooped the remaining items to one side so I could
locate myself in the center of the bed. Then we assumed our favorite
position for her to suck my dick, with my legs spread and her lying between
them.

Soon we were well into it and as usual, Kayla used her free hand to fondle
my balls and then play with my asshole, working a finger inside, as she
licked the length of my cock, then returned to taking it far back in her
mouth. I was close to cumming when she stopped for a moment and I thought
it was to prolong my pleasure. But when she resumed, she had lubricated her
fingers somehow and was using at least two of them on my asshole. Then, as
again I neared a peak, she paused and I felt something much larger than her
fingers pushing against my anal rosebud.

Fear flew through me, from my threatened ass to my lust filled brain. My
first thought was that she was about to impale me with that giant
dildo. But a quick check revealed that the dildo was still in place in its
harness and she had something else in her hand that she was working inside
me. And before I could protest or question, whatever it was had eased
passed my sphincter and it felt good. At that point she looked up at me and
smiled.

Whatever it was, and however she was using it, she was hitting a spot that
had me in rapture. With no one touching my cock at all, I began to squirt
cum uncontrollably, leaving milky white ribbons of sperm on the pillowcase,
dripping from my chin, and across the front of my bustier. By the time I'd
recovered from my orgasmic explosion, Kayla had gotten out of the panties
and harness and removed the dildo so she could use it to scoop up my cum,
bringing the head of the cum covered dildo to my lips. Whatever she'd put
in my ass was still there, and combined with the taste of cum, it was
almost as if I had a real cock in my mouth, drooling that tangy cream,
making my real cock stir with life again quicker than it ever had before.

"You're ready to suck a real cock for me aren't you?" Kayla cooed softly as
she watched my tongue reach out for the cock head, trying to get another
taste.

With the waistband of my panties still hooked behind my balls, my swelling
cock - the ultimate lie detector - visible to us both, I had to be
honest. "Yes. Yes please," I almost pleaded.

She smiled down at me. "Good. And did you put the plastic cover on the
mattress like I told you?" Even as she asked, she was getting back on the
bed and moving up over my face as I slid down.

I beamed back at her just as brightly, knowing where this would
lead. Protecting the mattress with a plastic cover, covering that with
several large towels, and then replacing the bed sheets had also become
part of my Friday evening duties. We'd discovered that piss play in bed was
far superior to the hard surface of the bathtub or tile floor. My lips
might still get puffy from Kayla's humongous orgasms, but at least there
weren't any knots on the back of my head.

First Kayla gave me a good taste of her pee and let me lick her until she
was ready to be filled. Then she moved back to impale herself on my revived
erection, riding it slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency until
we'd both reached a climax. Then after a brief pause, she moved back to let
me devour my seed, and when that big O finally hit her, she released the
rest of her bladder, literally cumming in gushes in my mouth.

When we were laying together moments later, she asked, "Did you hear what I
told you? Or were you just agreeing with me to make me happy?"

She'd been moaning and groaning and talking through everything but her
orgasm and while I'd heard bits and pieces of it, I didn't recognize any of
it as conversation. And the only thing she could have taken as agreement
would have been the nodding motion of my head as I worked my tongue from
one end of her sweet slit to the other.

"Whatever makes you happy," I told her, letting the lust of the moment
override my more normal caution.

"Oh wow, I know we're gonna have fun," she said, and then began kissing me
furiously. She always enjoyed the taste of herself on my lips and around my
mouth after she'd had one of those massive, wet orgasms.

"Huh, what did I agree to?" I asked, beginning to wonder what I'd gotten
into. It had suddenly occurred to me that I'd agreed to suck a real cock
for her.

"We're having dinner with Erin and Renee tomorrow night and you're going
out as Tabitha."

"To a restaurant?" I asked in a panic. It was one thing to wear lingerie
around the house and a few times Kayla had gone further, putting me in a
dress and doing my hair and makeup. But I'd never once considered or even
fantasized about appearing as a woman in public.

"No sweetie, you're no where near ready for that or I'd have taken you with
me to happy hour. Renee is supposed to be an excellent cook."

That was a little better. I had no doubt our recent excursions into the
kinkier side of sex had been discussed in detail at Kayla's weekly hen
party, if not over lunch and break time snacks. Erin and Renee would
already be aware that Kayla and I had been working out our fantasies,
including my interest in wearing women's clothing. In a way, I'd been
dreading the next event that would require me to meet Kayla's workmates,
knowing they'd be looking at me and knowing my secrets. My only concern was
their husbands and boyfriends. Teasing from the women would almost be fun,
but having another man in on my secrets was entirely different. Maybe it
was one of those husbands or boyfriends of her workmates that would be
supplying the 'real cock' I agreed to.

"Are their husbands or boyfriends going to be there?" I asked with concern.

Kayla smiled that smile that I loved so much. "You really haven't been
listening," she told me as she cleaned the vibrator that had been in my
ass. "Erin and Renee live together. Are you okay with that?"

I knew from previous remarks that neither could be lesbians as Kayla had
made numerous references to Erin's boyfriend. I had yet to meet Renee, but
Kayla's post happy hour reports often included how Renee knew all the
tricks to pleasing a man. So if it was just the two, and I was being
invited to join the girls and passed muster, maybe at some point down the
line, I might really try joining them for their Friday night happy hour.

"Sure," I told her. "I'd love to be one of the girls for an evening if that
will make you happy."

Another round of happy kisses followed and I almost felt guilty for making
it sound like I was only doing it to please Kayla. In truth I felt there'd
be a whole lot more happen between the women than sharing a well-prepared
meal and I'd get to watch, maybe finding out what really happened to
Kayla's underwear in the time between when she'd left work at the bank and
arrived home, drunk and in disrepair.

As it turned out, I had nothing to feel guilty about - not in comparison to
the 'slight' omission in the information Kayla gave me. With her hair down,
Erin was every bit as sexy a little minx as my devious mind had imagined
and watching her and Kayla make love was fascinating. And exactly as
billed, Renee was both an excellent cook and certainly did know all the
tricks to making a man happy. I knew immediately where Kayla had learned
the knack of using a vibrator on my prostate.

What they'd failed to mention and I had to discover for myself, was the
very nice cock that Renee had waiting for me in her panties.

And honestly, I didn't mind at all . . .  But that's another story.


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