Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2010 12:32:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: sjtw69 <sjtw69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hollie - Chapter 3

Hollie
by Stephanie Silver
(sjtw69@yahoo.com)


Chapter Three -- Newlyweds

Okay, I promised this was going to be a TG story and I meant it. Things
have been normal so far. Mostly normal. As my dad might have said, "At
least he's married to a woman. It's not like he's out there wearing dresses
and having sex with guys."

Well, not yet.

It started, as things like this seem to do, as just some innocent, harmless
fun. It was after swimming, so Hollie was wearing her black bikini with the
neon yellow stripes.

It wasn't a date. Not exactly. After three months of marriage she still
hadn't started dating, and I was inclined to think she might have been only
joking. There was this guy from work, Ron, who liked swimming, and she had
arranged to meet him there at the swimming pool and... uh, swim
together. Just a little, nothing serious. Plus, I mean, she went there with
me, and she went home with me, so it wasn't really a date for them. Right?

It bothered me a little, I guess, when she seemed to spend more time with
him than she did with me. Nothing serious. I don't think she kissed him or
anything like that. They were just splashing around and playing in the
water together. It was pretty innocent. What could I say?

When another group of swimmers invited us to have chicken-fights with them,
where the girls sat on the guys' shoulders and everyone tried to knock each
other into the water, Hollie paired up with Ron instead of me. That kind of
hurt my feelings, but she explained, "Cammie, he's bigger than you and
stronger. We have a better chance of winning if I sit on his shoulders than
if I sit on yours."

But from what I saw, they weren't that concerned with winning. Hollie
looked like she spent more time holding on trying not to fall off than she
did trying to push anyone else off. I'm sure she didn't need to grab and
hang on to him quite as desperately as she made it seem. I don't know. It
just seemed like she purposely slid her body, her breasts mostly, across
his chest a little more than she needed to.

But she went home with me. So I decided not to worry about it. And I have
to say, I'd never seen Hollie quite as horny as she was that night. From
the moment we got to the car she was all over me and telling me what kind
of sex we were going to have just as soon as we got home.

We started with the usual, making out on the bed while I helped her out of
her swimsuit. I started with the top, of course, untying it and pulling it
loose. But Hollie kept her breasts pressed tightly against my chest as we
continued to kiss and make out.

I untied her bikini bottom next and started helping her out of that. But
that's about the time she rolled me over so that I was on top and decided
it would be fun to pull the strings of her bikini top back around behind me
and tie them.

Okay, no big deal. It's not like I was really wearing her bikini top. It
was on backward for one thing. And we were having sex for another. What
happened during sex, I was pretty sure, didn't mean anything. We were just
playing.

And so I screwed my very horny wife that night wearing a black and yellow
bikini top backward, and nothing else.

And, yeah, it was a pretty good fuck. I came... a little faster than
normal, I guess, but... It was Hollie. She was just so damn sexy; I never
lasted very long once I was inside her.


I guess it was almost a month later because the holidays were over and I
was back at school. Hollie had been swimming again. With a part-time job
and school work I had very little free time, so she had gone by
herself. Which isn't exactly true, because she told me she was going to
meet Ron there. But it wasn't a date. She wasn't doing that.

Like the time a month previous, Hollie came home extremely horny. She had
half her clothes off before we even got to the bedroom and was already
working on getting me out of mine.

When she had me down to just my underwear, she suddenly found her bikini
top; I thought she had left it back in the living room. "Put this on,
Cammie."

"I'm not wearing your bikini," I said.

"You did before."

I had done that, hadn't I? But that was under totally different
circumstances. Plus I'd worn it backward and only after shed jokingly put
it on me. This was different. Somehow.

"Please," she begged.

I grimaced. I didn't want to wear her bikini top.

"Please. I'll let you cum in my mouth." She gave me her sexiest pout,
melting whatever resolve I had.  Hollie's blow jobs were something
incredible, but she always stopped short of me cumming, even though I had
twice asked if she would do it all the way to my orgasm. So I was
intrigued.

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure."

So a few minutes later I was wearing Hollie's bikini top, and nothing else,
while she used her mouth to expertly bring me to orgasm .

I'd like to say that it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had, but the
truth is it wasn't. It was surprisingly difficult to make myself cum in her
mouth. It's like I had a mental block against it. Even when I did finally
cum it was less than an eruption, and more like a slow leak. It was like
whatever part of me was in control of cumming just finally gave up and
said, Fine, here you go then, and sent out a few token squirts.

But those squirts went straight into Hollie's mouth.

And then we kissed. And I could taste my cum still lingering on her breath.

* * * * *

"I'm meeting Ron for swimming tonight," Hollie announced a few weeks later
in the car on our way to work.

The announcement gave me mixed emotions. I knew she would probably come
home horny again, and that meant incredible sex. My work and school
schedule had prevented us from having any sex at all for nearly a week, and
I was more than ready to change that.

On the other hand, I wasn't that excited to know she was seeing Ron
again. She seemed to be getting serious with him. "You're seeing him a
lot," I observed.

She smiled and patted my hand reassuringly. "He's just someone from
work. We're not doing anything."

"What if I came?" I asked.

Hollie looked at me for a few moments before answering, probably trying to
figure out if I was serious or not. "Do you want to?"

I shrugged. Part of me wanted to be there just to keep her and Ron from
getting too close. Part of me sensed that if I went I'd just end up being
embarrassed. The experience nearly two months previous hadn't been very
pleasant, and I had a feeling if I insisted on going, I might find myself
forced to watch something more than I cared to see.

"I have a lot of homework," I replied, ending the confrontation.

"That's too bad," said Hollie, and gave my hand a squeeze. "We'll miss
you."

"Yeah, tell Ron hi and I'm sorry I missed him."

I don't know. I expected Hollie to be hornier than she was. She seemed just
a little subdued. Especially compared to the time before. It almost felt
like we were going through the motions of sexual foreplay.

When I untied her bikini bottom, Hollie's demeanor changed and her playful
look returned. "I dare you to wear my bikini."

I looked at her to see if she was serious. "Can I cum in your mouth?"

"No, but I'll let you titty-fuck me if you want."

That was something worth considering. It was something we hadn't really
tried.

"Can I do that and then cum on your ass?" I asked.

"You mean jerk-off on my ass?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, sure. But you have to wear a bikini the whole time."

That seemed reasonable enough. Hollie helped me put on the bikini, showing
me how to tie the four different knots that held it in place. My erection
made an unsightly bulge in the bikini bottom, so she insisted that I tuck
it back between my legs before putting on the bottom. That forced us to
wait for a few minutes and talk about non-sex topics for awhile until it
had subsided enough to fold it back without causing me too much pain.

We made out some more, with her naked and me in a bikini. I discovered that
I could actually get a very pleasant sensation by rubbing my "dick-less"
groin - my "pussy", if you will - against her thigh. We didn't do it long
enough, but I had a feeling if we did, I might actually be able to cum that
way. Not my normal, penis-centered cum, but something as yet unexperienced
by me.

When I thought I was about as horny as I could get, she said I needed to do
one thing first before I could let my dick out and slide it back and forth
between her tits.

"What's that?"

"You have to walk through every room in the apartment first, wearing just
that bikini."

That meant from the bedroom I took two steps down a hallway to our
bathroom, then back through the hallway which also served as a laundry
room, through the living room with the patched ceiling and the bucket that
was there to catch any drips, through the dining area and into the
kitchen. Then back to the bedroom. The front drapes were closed,
fortunately, so there was nobody there to see other than Hollie, who was
grinning and clapping the whole time. "Now shake those hips," she ordered,
"And stick out that chest."

Okay, it was a little arousing. And then I was straddling her tummy, my
dick sticking out the side of her bikini, preparing to fuck her tits. We
used some oil to make it slipperier, and Hollie held her tits close
together while I slid my dick in and out of the tight space between them.

It didn't feel as great as having it in her mouth, and not nearly as great
as having it in her pussy, but it was a fun change of pace.  "And you last
a lot longer this way," noted Hollie.

When I was close to cumming Hollie rolled onto her stomach as I stood
quickly and turned around before straddling her again the opposite
direction. I now had an unobstructed view of her sexy ass as I
masturbated. When it was time, I squirted my cum across her butt, leaving
drops of cum on each cheek and a few drops in her crack.

"Now rub it all over me," she said. Which I did. I always enjoyed touching
her ass. I smeared my cum across each cheek and then left it to dry.

I thought about taking the bikini off before going to sleep, but I was
tired, and Hollie seemed so relaxed, just lying there half-asleep and naked
with my cum all over her bottom, I just wanted to snuggle up against her
and go to sleep. So I did.


The next morning when I woke up Hollie was surprised to see me still
wearing her bikini. "Did you wear that all night?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," I admitted, scratching at the red welt forming where
the bikini top was digging into my side.

She looked at me thoughtfully.

"What?"

"I'll tell you later," she said with a smile.


That was the last I heard of Ron. And for a while it was just Hollie and me
and her bikinis. She insisted it made her hornier to have sex with me
wearing a bikini. She said it was incredibly kinky, and that only a "real
man" would be able to do it.

I won't say I liked it. I won't say I disliked it. I liked screwing Hollie,
and if it took me wearing a bikini to have her as horny as she was, I was
fine with that.

I'm not sure how it made me. In some ways it made me hornier. I felt
hornier. The kinkiness of it was just so great. At the same time, there was
this unshakable feeling of calmness that would come over me when I put on
her bikini. It's hard to describe. It's like, for that time, everything
felt right. I felt more at peace with the world around me. Which is odd
because I wouldn't describe myself as feeling un-calm or not at peace with
the world around me.

So when the sex was over, and no one was telling me to keep wearing her
bikini, I found it easier to just drift off to sleep, telling myself I
would take it off later. And, more often than not, night would turn into
morning with me still wearing it.

And so when one night Hollie's bikini was in the laundry, it didn't seem
like that big a deal when Hollie handed me her bra and panties and told me
to wear those instead. And once I did that, there didn't seem to be any
reason to wear her bikini any more, when her bras and panties were so much
more convenient. Foreplay turned into a time for Hollie to take off her bra
and panties and put them on me.

No, I'm afraid I didn't mind at all. We were, after all, still having sex,
and, as far as I could tell, Hollie wasn't dating anyone.

Yet.

* * * * *

I suppose it's not very hard to imagine what happened next. Whether amused
by it or aroused, Hollie continued to explore how far I was willing to go
in cross-dressing. One evening she asked me to wear her stockings. Another
time she had me wear a necklace. I found the image of my own necklace
extremely erotic as it dangled down to caress her breasts as I moved on top
of her.

Stockings were a pleasant surprise. I found I liked the feel, both of
wearing them, and of Hollie's fingers caressing me through them. "If you
like that," Hollie said, "You'll like it even more if you shave your legs."

"I can't shave my legs," I complained.

"Why not?"

"'Cause I'm a guy."

Hollie laughed. "Look at you! You're wearing a bra and panties and
stockings and a necklace. What difference would it make if your legs were
shaved?"

I fidgeted and gave a shrug. "I don't know."

And that very night, even though it was after midnight, she made me go
shave them.

Well, it did make a difference. A huge difference. Her stockings just
seemed to fit better. Gone was the unsightly leg hair that, I had to
confess, had bothered me whenever I wore her stockings. Plus there was just
something different about the feel of nylon on smooth, hairless skin that
was incredibly arousing.

Okay, so I obviously liked cross-dressing. What did it matter? What Hollie
and I did in the privacy of our home was our business and no one else's. It
didn't mean I was gay.


With little to stop her, Hollie next suggested makeup. Just a
little. Facial concealer to hide my five o'clock shadow, and a little bit
of her lipstick just for fun. And then some blush, just to give me back
some color that the concealer took away. And, while we were at it, what did
it matter if I tried on some eye shadow and mascara as well?

I'm pretty sure she might have had me wear earrings too, but her ears were
pierced and mine weren't, so that wasn't possible. Still, "We might have to
get you your own clip-on earrings, Cammie" she said.

And then came that day at Adam and Eve's. Adam and Eve's was a sex boutique
that we shopped at now and then. They were having a sale on their lace
garter belts. Hollie looked at them, and then at me with a grin that was
undeniable.

"Let's get you one," she said.

I looked at the lacy garments. Okay, I wanted one. Very much. But wearing
my wife's underwear was one thing. Actually buying something specifically
for me was something else entirely. I felt my heart beat faster as I
reached out and touched it, not sure what my response should be. I guessed
saying, "Okay, what size do I need?" felt like it would be too
obvious. Instead I pretended we were talking about buying it for her, even
though there was a high probability of me wearing it. In a whisper loud
enough for the store clerk to hear, I said, "Would you like wearing one of
these?"

Her grin widened. "We're not getting it for me."

Her back was to the clerk, who showed no signs of having heard. Although,
for that matter, she'd probably sold garter belts to other cross-dressing
men, so what I was doing probably wasn't particularly interesting to
her. Still I blushed furiously, feeling the heat in my cheeks and ears.

Hollie noticed and laughed as she lifted the garter from its hook on the
display. "Oh, don't worry. No one cares if you like to wear women's
underwear."

She said this in a voice loud enough to get the clerk's attention, and I
blushed even more, if that was even possible.

Studying it closely - and I confess I have no idea what she was checking,
whether it was its design, or the type of fabric, or something else - she
added, "Besides, it's probably time we started buying you a few things of
your own."

I glanced at the store clerk who was now paying attention to us. She gave
me a smile that I suppose was meant to be reassuring. I turned to look the
other way and felt like I wanted to just melt right into the floor.

That was the start of my lingerie drawer. We bought stockings to match and
a bra. Hollie added a six-inch dildo, saying it was for her, and sent me to
pay. I couldn't bring myself to look at the pretty young store clerk as I
wrote out a check for the full amount, other than to note that her denim
top made her medium-sized breasts look incredibly sexy.

I wore the garter outfit that very evening after dinner while I screwed
Hollie. I came almost as soon as I was inside her. It felt like I would cum
forever. I've since thought about that night and how horny I was and how
incredible the sex was. Was it the garter outfit that made the difference?
Maybe. But sex with Hollie was always something incredible. That's just how
it was.