Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 13:52:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: sjtw69 <sjtw69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fw: Hollie - Chapter 4

Hollie
by Stephanie Silver
(sjtw69@yahoo.com)


Chapter Four -- Hollie Starts Dating

"I'm going out with Barry tonight after work."

"What? Who's Barry?"

"He's that guy I was telling you about? The cute one at the gym?"

She had told me about Barry - Barry Larson. Six feet, two inches tall, 237
pounds, and almost all of it muscle. Except for his azure-blue eyes. "Those
eyes," Hollie had gushed that morning after her workout, "They totally make
me feel like I'm going to melt."

I guess I just hadn't wanted to think much about it. Barry wasn't the first
guy she'd talked that way about. He was just the first guy she'd actually
gone so far as to start dating. The first one I knew about, at least. Not
that I had any reason to believe there'd been others. Hollie didn't seem
shy about telling me about this one; I didn't have a reason to think she
would have kept any previous ones hidden from me. But you never know.

"Oh, him," I mumbled.

"You can't be mad," she said. "I told you I'd only marry you on one
condition."

"I know."

Despite my agreement, she explained the arrangement once more. "I said I'd
marry you on the condition that I got to keep dating other guys. So tonight
I feel like going on a date with Barry."

I knew there was nothing I could say to contradict her. "Where are you
going?" I asked, feigning an interest I didn't feel.

Hollie laughed. "You're free to date other girls. If you want."

The way she said it - purposely pausing between "girls" and "if" to
emphasize the period that turned her statement into two distinct sentences
- only underscored the fact we both knew: I was too shy to date other
girls. I was fortunate, we both knew, to have her.

"I don't want to date anyone else," I muttered.

Hollie pretended not to hear. Maybe she didn't hear. Maybe it didn't
matter. "We're going to have an early dinner and then go to the
bodybuilding competition."

Hollie knew I had no interest in bodybuilding. My best efforts at the gym
had resulted in nothing more than a slight increase in muscle tone. Nothing
more. None of the bulk that most members, at least the male members,
enjoyed. "Maybe you're just not cut out to be muscle-y," Hollie had
consoled. Her words might have helped more if she hadn't been practically
salivating over the muscle-bound Adonis doing bicep curls a few feet away.

"Where are you going to eat at?" I asked.

"His house," she said. "Salads and protein shakes. He won't eat anything
from a restaurant."

I nodded as if agreeing. "What time will you be home?"

She gave me a soft kiss as she prepared to get out of the car. "The show
doesn't start till nine, so give us till after midnight at least. Don't
wait up, okay?"

"Okay."

As I left the parking lot, slipping a little on the ice, I thought about
how pathetic I was. I was even wearing panties under my pants, for hell's
sake. "What a wimp!" I muttered as I tapped the brakes to avoid the brown
pick-up truck pulling out in front of me. "Why don't you just tell her no,
she can't go?"

There didn't seem to be a reason to answer.


I didn't actually wait up for her; I just started watching one of those
late-night movies and before I knew it she was home. No, not home. At the
front door, laughing and jingling her keys. She must be having a hard time
getting the door unlocked, I thought, and I got up to go open it.

Just before I got there the laughing stopped, replaced by silence and the
gentle thump of someone's body leaning against the door. Okay, it could
have been the gentle thump of something else, anything. But it wasn't, and
I somehow knew it.

I waited till I heard voices again and then stopped, not sure if I wanted
to see what was going on just outside my apartment.  I heard Hollie laugh
again, and then more silence. It was the silence more than anything that
bothered me. Unable to stop myself, I reached for the lock, turned it, and
opened the door.

Hollie was there, smiling at me, Barry's arm around her waist supporting
her. "You didn't have to wait up," she said with a cheery smile.

Barry was grinning too. Like the cat that ate the canary, I thought
glumly. I tried to give him an icy stare, but there's just something about
a guy who's six-two and 237 pounds, in the dark, with his arm around your
wife that's a little intimidating. I looked away and back to Hollie.

"Good night, Barry," she said in a soft voice, and gave his hand one last
squeeze as he pulled away. "I had a nice time."

Hollie went straight to the bedroom, leaving me to close the door and turn
off the TV. I followed her to the bedroom, and watched as she undressed. At
least that was one pleasure I could still enjoy.

"How was it?" I asked finally, wanting to fill the silence.

She gave me a happy smile. "We had a fun time," she answered.

"What'd you do?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but couldn't seem to help
myself from asking.

"Just what I told you, Cammie. We ate dinner at his house, and then went to
the bodybuilding competition. I love seeing those muscular guys up close
like that."

Completely naked, she walked past me to the bathroom to wash her face. "Who
won?" I asked with no real interest.

"Barry's friend, Paul did. Remember him?"

I thought for a moment. Even if I had met him at some point, I would have
wanted to forget. "No."

"He's that guy that likes to deadlift. He's really gotten ripped since last
year. Last year he wouldn't have had a chance." She paused as she washed
the make-up from her face. "And this year he wins the whole thing."

"That's great," I said without the corresponding enthusiasm.

Hollie began patting her face dry with a towel and looked at me. "You don't
sound very excited about it."

I shrugged. Okay, so I wasn't.

She kept looking at me as she finished in the bathroom. "You said it was
okay if I started dating."

"I know."

She pulled open a drawer and took out a purple satin nightgown."Are you mad
because Barry was kissing me?"

I shrugged again. Yes, but I knew I couldn't say that.

She pulled on some matching panties and then walked over to where I was
with a sexy grin on her face. Without stopping, she pressed up against me
and kissed me hard. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out. I opened my
mouth to accept it, feeling myself getting aroused. I slipped my arms
around her, feeling her soft, sexy body. I let my hands slide to her rear,
cupping her cheeks and feeling her gentle curves as I slowly pulled the
nightgown higher.

Pulling back slightly, but not far enough to stop me from doing what I was
doing, she looked into my eyes and asked, "Does it excite you to kiss me,
knowing another guy's tongue was in my mouth?"

I couldn't lie. "Yes."

Hollie pulled me onto the bed on top of her where we kissed some more. With
a mood somewhere between measured control and frantic desire, she helped me
get my boy clothes off. Her clothes were easier, since we only needed to
take off her panties before I climbed on top of her again and slid my dick
inside her.

Hollie was as passionate as ever. She kept her eyes closed the whole time
though, and something told me that even though it was me on top of her, it
was Barry she saw in her mind.


Hollie only went out with Barry four more times after that. Their dates
were all basically the same: dinner followed by some activity. One time it
was a movie, another time it was a concert, the other two times were more
bodybuilder shows.

After each date she would come home horny. She'd let me watch her undress
while she told me about her date, and then we would fall onto the bed for
some incredible sex. A couple of times she moaned Barry's name as I was
fucking her, but I tried not to let it bother me.

She started telling me more about her dates with Barry. Not the things like
where they went and what they did, but the intimate details: how often he
kissed her and where and how. Telling me seemed to arouse her even more, so
I let her continue. Barry might be kissing her, but I was still the one
screwing her at the end of the night.

For now.


One Sunday morning she woke up early and began getting ready. "Where are
you going?" I asked as she started putting on tan shorts, one of her nicer
t-shirts and some make-up and perfume. It was obvious she wasn't planning
to stay home and clean house.

That was my job, I guess.

"I'm going to an amusement park with Paul," she said, applying the
finishing touches on her eye shadow.

I frowned. "I thought you were going to stay home today and help me with
the house cleaning."

She smiled softly and gave me a kiss. "You know how I've been wanting to go
out with Paul ever since he won that contest last spring. He finally asked
me. You can't expect me to say no."

"What happened to Barry?" I asked. My head was spinning.

"I was just dating Barry to get to Paul," she said.

I frowned again. "So you and Barry are through?"

She grinned. "For now."

"Does he know that?" I imagined Barry suddenly being as clueless as me.

"He'll figure it out. Eventually."

"When you stop going out with him?" I asked.

Her smile widened. "Exactly. Now you're thinking like a girl."

She worked on her make-up for a moment, then said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I said, not really interested in playing her game just then, but
less interested in revealing personal secrets at the moment.

"I dare you to spend the whole day in girl clothes, and do all the
vacuuming and house-cleaning. When I get home, I want to find the house
spotless. And then when I get home you can tell me how much fun it was to
spend the day being a housewife."

She made it sound fun. Really. Or maybe it just sounded fun
because.... Okay, it was fun. I spent the whole day wearing a bra and
panties with a short skirt and stockings. I put on one of Hollie's
necklaces and a bracelet and spent the whole day pretending I was a girl.

"How was it?" asked Hollie when I met her at the door wearing one of her
nightgowns and some of her favorite perfume.

"It was.... nice," I admitted. I told her what I wore and what I did and
how it felt to vacuum the house wearing a skirt. It had felt oddly
liberating, actually.

"Do you want to do it all the time?" she asked.

I hesitated. "I'd like to do it some more," I admitted.

"Would you let one of my dates see you wearing a skirt?" she asked with a
mischievous grin.

I shook my head. "No way."


But the next Saturday found me answering Hollie's knock on the door wearing
a short black leather skirt, a white blouse, black panty hose, a white
lace-trimmed bra, and black lace-trimmed panties. "Hello Paul," I said,
forcing a soft smile.

Hollie turned around and gave Paul a long, sexy kiss while I waited,
watching. Then turning back to me she wished him a good night and came
inside.

"You look cute," she said. "Thanks for letting Paul see you like this."

"Thank you," I said quietly, still not sure how she had talked me into it.

"How did it feel," she asked, "having a guy see you dressed like a girl?"

I shrugged. "It was okay."

The truth is, it had felt, again, oddly liberating. Meeting Barry that
night weeks earlier had been intimidating. I'd met Paul a couple of times
at the gym after he'd started dating Hollie, and felt strangely inadequate
during those meetings. I mean, how are you supposed to feel when you're
looking at someone who you know is dating your wife and who knows that you
know and is doing it anyway? I felt like I was supposed to protest, but
lacked the ability to do so. I felt like a wimp.

But, somehow, standing there in that skirt made it all different. I was no
longer Hollie's wimp husband; I was her girlfriend.

Hollie studied me carefully. I think in that moment she suspected the
change I just described. We still had sex, but it was less passionate than
usual. For both of us. More tender. I certainly didn't think this at the
time, but in hindsight I would describe it as more like lesbian sex than
heterosexual sex. The competitiveness that normally flavored our lovemaking
was gone, replaced by a certain softness and willingness to treat each
other as equals.

I say that with the advantage of being able to look back and compare that
night to all the nights before and all the nights to follow, and I see it
as the turning point in our relationship. It's where it quit being some
sort of competition to see just how much humiliation I could take, and
turned into more of a partnership. I guess you could say it was the
beginning of the end of our marriage, but it was also the start of
something much better for both of us.


I guess the next big step came about three weeks later. Hollie came home
from a date with Paul hornier than usual. I was starting to learn that
wasn't a good sign. Of course I met them at the door wearing a skirt,
blouse, bra and panties, and then waited and watched as they kissed one
last time before saying good night.

I could tell Hollie had her tongue in Paul's mouth, and he had his tongue
in hers. Hollie also had her arms around Paul's neck, pressing her boobs
against him while his hands caressed her ass.

I didn't exactly mind. Our relationship had changed since that first time
letting Paul see me dressed as a girl. I knew she was going to start having
sex with guys, so I felt less like her husband and more like her
girlfriend. But I didn't exactly like being expected to stand there and
watch, either.

When the door closed behind her, Hollie practically threw me on the couch
as we began French-kissing and tearing each other's clothes off.

"Does it excite you to French kiss me, knowing I just had Paul's dick in my
mouth?" asked Hollie breathlessly as I unsnapped her bra.

"Yes." My honest answer surprised me. I kissed her harder, pushing my
tongue deeper, excited by what she had just told me. Could I still taste
his presence there, I wondered. Somehow I sensed I could. Did that make me
gay for being so turned on by the idea of kissing a guy's dick by proxy
like that? Was that what was turning me on so much? Or was it something
else?

When Hollie was mostly naked, and I was half-so I thought she was just
about to go down on me. But she halted. Grasping my member in her hand and
stroking it, she said, "I can't suck you any more, Cammie."

"Why not?"

"It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be fair to Paul."

What about being fair to me, I wondered. I was her husband. Didn't that
mean something?

"What do you mean?" I asked stupidly.

"I had his dick in my mouth," she exclaimed. "I can't do that to you
anymore."

I felt confused. Lost. "When... when did you suck him?" I asked, knowing it
wasn't what I wanted to know as soon as the words had left my mouth. What I
really wanted to know is if she was sure there hadn't been some kind of
mix-up. Maybe she hadn't actually sucked his dick earlier, and was
therefore still eligible to suck mine. I know it doesn't make a lot of
sense, but I was desperate.

Hollie kept stroking my cock as she answered the question I'd actually
asked, ignoring the questions I'd only implied. I could tell by the faraway
look in her eyes that she was reliving the moment.

"It was in his car, while we were waiting for traffic to clear out of the
parking lot. He has that big, tall truck with the tinted windows, and
there's a seat in the back. So we climbed back there, and he took my hand
and put it where I could feel his bulge, and I knew that's what he wanted."

I felt sick. My wife was about to tell me the details of sucking off
another guy, and I knew I was going to listen.

"So I unzipped his fly, and pulled his dick out where I could see it. And
god he's so huge, Cammie. He's like two of yours. And at first I was just
going to touch it and hold it, but suddenly I was leaning down and putting
it in my mouth."

"Did he cum?" I asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Hollie leaned forward and kissed me softly. "No. But I think next time he
will."

"Are you going to let him cum in your mouth?" I asked, unable to hold back
my questions.

Hollie smiled.

"Can I still fuck you?" I asked, my voice almost pleading.

Hollie took a moment to consider my request and then said, "As long as Paul
hasn't done it to me, I'll let you keep doing it. Okay?"


Less than a week later I was kissing my very horny wife again, with most of
our clothes gone, when she asked the question I almost knew was coming,
"Does it excite you to French kiss me, knowing I had Paul's cum in my
mouth?"

I swirled my tongue around her mouth, wondering if I could actually taste
Paul's cum still there. Did it bother me that I thought I could? Not very
much. Not enough to make me pull away in disgust. Not enough to make me
want to stop. "Yes," I said after a while, but with less enthusiasm than
I'd showed a week earlier when she first told me about sucking Paul's dick.

"He cums a lot more than you do," she said.

I wasn't surprised. Everything Paul did seemed to be better than I did. I'd
pretty much given up feeling inadequate about it. It was obvious Paul was
more manly than me in just about every way that mattered. It was obvious
most men were more manly than me in just about every way that mattered. I'd
just about given up trying to compete. If I couldn't be a man, I thought,
then maybe I'd make a decent woman. I hadn't exactly committed to making
that change, but I had to admit it was becoming more attractive every day.

"Do I still get to screw you?" I asked, surprising myself with the gentle
softness in my voice. I realized I had no intentions of competing with
Paul, or any other man, for Hollie's affection. I only wanted to please her
and make her happy. If that meant using the small dick I still had, then
that's what I would do. If that meant doing nothing more than holding her
and caressing her and kissing her lips, I would do that, too.


I kind of knew the night it finally happened. Something was just different.

For one thing, I guess, Hollie wasn't as horny as she usually was after a
date with Paul. She was content for us to just kiss each other softly as we
held and caressed one another while we slowly undressed each other.

I'd kind of noticed it at the door, when I had watched them kiss good
night. Paul seemed embarrassed, and refused to look at me. Then, as they
parted, there was just this look of something unsaid between them.

"Did you and Paul have sex?" I asked finally as the lovemaking settled into
an intimate nude embrace.

Hollie kissed me softly before answering, "Yes."

"How was it?" I asked, genuinely interested in hearing as many details as
Hollie felt like sharing.

Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at me. I know a lot of people will read
this story and think that I'm nothing but a wimp for letting Hollie treat
me like that, or that Hollie was some kind of heartless bitch for taking
advantage of me, but in that moment, that twinkle told me everything I
needed to know. Hollie, the only woman I'd ever loved, was happy.

"Will you eat my pussy?" she asked, knowing I could no longer fuck her.

"I'd be happy to," I said, knowing I'd probably be tasting Paul's cum. I
think at that point I'd kind of decided that I made a better girl than a
guy, and eating another man's cum out of my wife's pussy just seemed like a
good place to get started. "But you have to tell me how it was."

I tasted her slowly, parting her pussy lips and pushing my tongue inside
while she told me the story.


"I knew it was going to happen tonight," she said between moans and groans
of pleasure.

"How'd you know?" I asked from between her soft, smooth thighs.

"Because of where we were going, and what we were doing. It was the perfect
date for ending up having sex later."

I lapped softly at her folds, kissing her gently as I considered the step I
was about to take. What would it taste like?  Would I be revolted? What if
I tasted it and suddenly decided I didn't want to do this anymore? Would I
stand up for myself as a husband, and demand her loyalty?

For a brief moment I thought of sticking my dick in her instead of my
tongue. It would be my way of reclaiming what rightfully belonged to me. It
would be kind of like marking my territory, as if I was trying to mask the
presence of another man's cum by spreading mine in its place. It would be a
very manly thing to do. It's what another man would do. It's what Paul
would do. It's what Hollie wanted me to do. Or someone. If I didn't do it,
I knew she'd find someone else who could. Hell, she'd already found someone
else who could. And I was about to give my seal of approval by licking that
man's cum out of her pussy.

Like I say, I considered for a moment not doing it. But not
seriously. Because I also knew there was more to being a man than just
having a dick and sticking it inside a woman's vagina. What else there was
to it, I'm not sure I could tell you, even now. And maybe that was, and
still is, my problem. If I knew, I might have done that instead. I might
have acted differently. I might have said no. But I didn't say no. I didn't
say no because somehow I sensed that even if I did, I'd never be able to
live up to any claim of manhood I might be making. I might fool her for a
while, perhaps even for an entire night. But eventually, that manly veneer
would wear off, and she'd see me as I was.

Thoughts of resisting left me, and I placed my lips right on her opening.

Hollie gasped the way she always does when she knows my tongue is about to
enter her. "God, I love how you eat a pussy," she said. "I swear you eat
pussy just like a girl."

I wondered if her comment came from personal experience, or if she just
said it to further shame me. I suspected the latter. I didn't exactly
care. I'd more or less resigned myself to being more feminine than
masculine. In a way, I considered it a compliment. It made me think, if I
had a pussy and a vagina and a clitoris, how I might want to have them
licked by my lover.

"Keep telling me about your date," I said as I prepared to slide my tongue
inside her.

Hollie laughed, "Actually it wouldn't have mattered where we went or what
we did. But don't ever tell Paul that. Or any guy. I knew before he even
came to pick me up that we were going to have sex."

My tongue was too busy for me to answer, although I definitely noticed the
way Hollie talked, treating me as if I was another girl, one who might need
to know how to handle a guy on a date.  I wondered if she knew something.

"We went dancing at Frank's Place, down on Main Street. They play soft
jazz, and turn the lights down low and it's so romantic. It seems like I
automatically fall in love with whoever I'm with when I go there."

I knew of Frank's Place, even though I'd never been there. Something in
Hollie's voice gave me the impression she'd been there more than
once. Maybe even since marrying me. The image came to mind of my wife
dancing with other men and flirting with them the way she used to flirt
with me. Surprisingly, I found myself incredibly turned on by that image. I
slid my tongue deeper inside her, probing deeply to find Paul's cum.

"So Paul and I were dancing really close all night long. And I let him put
his hands on my butt."

I didn't bother to point out that I'd already seen his hands on that part
of her body right outside our front door.

"I made sure to press myself against him while we were dancing, because I
wanted him to get the message that I wanted to have sex with him. I kept
rubbing my boobs on him and stuff, and I could even feel his bulge a few
times when we were dancing."

"And then, when I thought he was ready, I asked him to take me home. And I
made sure to say it in a way that he'd know what I meant. About halfway
home I told him to take me to his house instead. And then I put my hand in
his lap and started rubbing his bulge. By the time we got to his place, he
was as hard as a guy can get, and we just started kissing and making
out. We didn't even bother to close the door until he had his shirt off and
mine was unbuttoned."

I was turned on by her story. A lot. And plus, I was pretty sure I'd tasted
Paul's cum - the end result of the story she was telling me. At first I
wasn't sure. It tasted a bit different than her normal juices, and was more
thick and stringy. It wasn't till I had it in my mouth and was swallowing
it that I decided what it was.

Hollie continued, "We just kept tearing each other's clothes off, and
suddenly I realized he was going to fuck me right there on the living room
couch. Which was okay, because I've been in his bedroom and knew it was
probably a mess anyway. So I let him take all my clothes off, and throw
them wherever he wanted. And then I sucked his dick a little, and then told
him I wanted him to fuck me. And he said, 'Are you sure?" and I told him I
was, and... Then he started putting his dick inside me."

By that point I finished licking Hollie's pussy clean, and I moved up to
kiss her, wanting to share Paul's cum with her.

Between kisses, Hollie finished her story. "His dick is like twice as big
as yours, Cammie. You can't imagine how good it feels to be fucked by
something that big."

I moaned appreciatively and said, "I can tell you really liked it."

She kissed me harder - her way of telling me that yes, she had really liked
it. "Did you like tasting his cum? And licking it out of my pussy?"

"Yes," I said, feeling incredibly turned on at that moment.

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Yes," I said, and stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth to let her know I
meant it.


We kissed like that for several minutes before finally slowing down and
relaxing.

"That's why I can't let you fuck me anymore, Cammie," she said.

"I know." I wasn't mad. I wasn't even all that sad. I just understood.

Hollie voiced my unspoken thoughts. I imagine that saying them out loud
helped make them clearer in her own mind. "It's just so different being
fucked by someone like that. By something that big. I love you,
but... You're getting to be more and more like a girlfriend to me. You
know?"

I smiled and kissed her softly. "I know."

"We'll probably always make out and stuff, but I can't see us having sex
anymore. I'll always feel like I want something else. Like I want to be
with someone else. You know?"

I curled up beside her, gently fondling her breast.  "I think so," I said.

"Does that hurt your feelings?"

I took a moment before answering. Yes, it did hurt my feelings somewhat. It
meant I wasn't very much of a man. On the other hand, I'd already accepted
that fact about me, so it wasn't a big loss. And, in the back of my mind, I
saw my questionable manliness being replaced by something that I sensed
might be even more attractive to me - a budding feminine side that more and
more I was learning to enjoy.

I hadn't told her, but when she went on her dates, I had started dressing
in her things long before I expected her home, just so I could enjoy the
experience a little longer. I hadn't told her that telling me I licked
pussy like a girl was actually more of a compliment than an insult.

I sensed those things happening to me, even though the feelings were still
not fully developed. Losing my manliness to them... While part of me felt
sad for that fact, the rest of me was ready for what was sure to take its
place.

"No, I think I'm okay with it," I whispered.