Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 05:07:24 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Allison's Story (TV)

	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 any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the
author.
	This is the first in a series of short stories that have been
related to me over the last 35+ years that I've been in contact with others
that enjoy the same things that I do. Every time I've met or corresponded
with someone, I've made a point to ask how they developed their interest
and I've used combinations of those stories as the basis for much of what
I've previously written. However that was when I had a lot more time to do
so.  With less time available to me, for this series I'll relate the more
interesting stories as I remember them. Since I change the names anyway,
what I'll do here is put them in alphabetical order rather than by chapter.

                           Allison's Story
                     as told by Amber Fountaine

	My second wife, Denise, and I were both well past 40 when we
met. She'd been married for nearly twenty years to her first husband and
three years to her second. I'd been married once, to a woman with two kids,
and we'd had none of our own. In comparing notes about our previous mates -
we'd really not gone into much detail - we'd both agreed that our sex lives
with our first partners had been fantastic, but other problems had
developed. My first wife had been awesome in the bedroom, but had a
drinking problem she wouldn't face. Denise said her first husband had been
a fantastic lover and tried to prove it to every woman he met. She told me
her second husband had shown more than a little fondness for her daughter
Anne and that was one reason that marriage had failed. She also commented
that their sex life hadn't been that hot, and she supposed he really liked
younger women, something her first husband had also done. With those hints
in mind, I knew being faithful and not showing any interest in her daughter
would be very important in our relationship.
	Being faithful was easy enough. I'd never been the kind to
cheat. What had made my first marriage to Cheryl so fantastic was my ex
enjoyed my fetish for wearing women's clothing, especially lingerie. Any
weekend her ex had her kids, she had me dressed up as Allison from the
moment the kids were out the door. She went as far as showing me off to a
few of her girlfriends, and often teased me about loaning me out to them as
a maid. One of her friends would tease me about taking me home to help her
satisfy her husband, telling me that he was always after her to suck his
cock and she was sure I could do a fantastic job. I'd never had any
fantasies about doing that prior to the ladies suggestive comments, but as
my ex and her friend tantalized me with tales about how big his cock was
and how much cum he'd shoot in my mouth, I began to think about what it
would be like to really do it. Eventually Cheryl got me to admit I'd like
to try it, and for a while, I was sure she was going to make it
happen. Nothing ever came of it though and by the time that we divorced, I
was almost begging for the experience.
	Once I was divorced I had a serious choice to make and one I
thought about long and hard before I made it. I could either continue with
my cross-dressing, and let that follow the course of my fantasies, or give
it up altogether. I knew it had to be one or the other and decided, with
the help of a new job, to purge "Allison" and my feminine wardrobe.
	Then a couple of years later I met Denise and we seemed to hit it
off. When our relationship became sexual, it was a far cry from what I'd
experienced with Cheryl, but I wrote it off to Cheryl being exceptional and
Denise to being the ordinary sort of sex that I imagined most people
enjoyed. What made it work for me was that we both traveled for our jobs. I
knew I'd have several nights a month when Denise would be gone and I'd
dress up in some of her lingerie, maybe add some makeup, and masturbate
like crazy while fantasizing about "Allison" the cum slut. We'd been
married almost five years before I discovered Denise wasn't happy about our
love life either.
	It was right after a typical night of sex. I fondled her tits for a
few minutes. She sucked my cock for a few minutes. I ate her pussy for a
few minutes. We fucked for a few minutes. Thirty minutes after we'd
started, we'd have been smoking a cigarette if either of us still
smoked. Then she caught me off guard.
	"Al, you told me one time that you thought your sex life with
Cheryl was great. Do you think ours is?"
	I'm no dummy. That was a question that could lead to a fight or
hurt feelings that might never be healed. "You're not Cheryl. It's
different with us. You never deny me and always satisfy me."
	She giggled, which surprised me. "Since when did you aspire to be a
politician?"
	For lack of a better response, I kissed her. Then I began to wonder
what had caused her to ask that question. Had I said or done something to
make her think I wasn't happy? Or . . . With some trepidation, I asked, "Do
I satisfy you?"
	There was a moment of silence that lasted too long for me to expect
any other answer. "Well . . . not really."
	How do you answer something like that? I didn't know what to
say. After a moment I asked, "Is there anything you'd like me to do?"
	"Eat me."
	I could tell she was serious and began immediately, wondering what
had changed her mind about that. Back when we'd been dating, on one of our
early love-making sessions, I'd licked her pussy after we fucked and her
reaction had been . . . well, upset is putting it mildly. She'd told me
that it was nasty and that she couldn't understand why any man would want
to do that since she was full of my cum. I tried to make light of it,
explaining that she'd sucked my cock and eaten my cum and how I couldn't
very well expect her to do that if I wasn't willing to taste my own cum
too. She'd calmed down, but had never asked me to do it again.
	With Cheryl, it had been something I'd been expected to do. Any
time I left cum in her pussy it was my job to clean it out. With it of
course came all the teasing about 'Allison' being a cum slut. To tell the
truth, it had been something I'd quickly learned to enjoy and look forward
to. But where it was something that had turned Cheryl on, it had just the
opposite effect on Denise.
       So you can imagine my surprise when five years later, she suddenly
asked me to do it. From the way she moaned and dug her fingernails in the
back of my scalp, I knew she enjoyed it. Her next comment, a few minutes
later, let me know how much she'd enjoyed it, and also, how pitiful our sex
life had become.
       "Did you know that's the first time you've given me an orgasm since
before we were married?"
       I was crushed. "What can I do? Tell me what you want and I'll be
happy to do it. Anything," I pleaded.
       She laughed. "That's taking an awfully big risk there - saying
'anything.' You have no idea what I might want."
       I really didn't care. We were so compatible in every other area that
I couldn't imagine not spending the rest of my life with her. If she'd
suddenly said she wanted to wear high-heeled boots and lash me with a whip
I'd have probably gone for it. Instead she told me, "Well, uh, we could try
some of the toys I play with when you're out of town."
       That was almost as big a shock as her telling me to eat her. I'd had
no idea she owned any sex toys and played with them while I was gone like I
played with myself when she was gone. "Sure," I told her. "I'll be happy
to. Cheryl used to have some we used sometimes. I don't see anything wrong
with that at all." With very little more encouragement, she got her 'toy
box' out of the closet and that's when I discovered the real reason I
wasn't making her happy. Everything in her toy box looked as big as my
wrist and almost as long as my arm.
       I looked at the dildo she'd called her favorite and marveled at its
size. It was about the size of an empty paper towel roll, only bigger. It
was almost a foot long and two inches across. "Can you really fit that in
you?" I asked. The dildo Cheryl had used - including on me a few times -
was about two-thirds that size and I'd thought it huge.
       Her response was to laugh again. "Of course," she told me. "I've had
two kids remember." Then she let me begin to understand her real problem
with me. "Besides, Jake was that big when he got hard."
       Jake was her first husband; the one she'd said had been such a good
lover. My dick wasn't close to half the size of her ex. I got confirmation
on my suspicion when I asked, "What about your second husband?"
       "About your size," she said, "Maybe a little bigger."
       Well crap! Her second husband had been the one she'd said hadn't
been all that good in bed. I blurted out what I was thinking. "I'm
surprised you married me."
       Suddenly she realized she'd hurt me. "You have a lot going for you
that neither of them ever did. Jake was a two-timing bastard and still
is. And Gary was more interested in Anne than in me. You're the nicest man
I've ever met."
       I know she'd meant it as a compliment, but suddenly being "nice"
sounded like the biggest put-down in the world. I was a "nice" guy but a
lousy lover. Then something she'd said caught my attention. "What makes you
say Jake is still a two-timing bastard? I thought you never heard from him
- only through the kids."
       "He called me a couple of weeks ago - about Anne and her
boyfriend. I told you they'd broken up and Anne is pregnant. Jake's married
again but that didn't stop him from offering to treat me to a weekend with
'Big Jake'. That's what he likes to call his cock. When I asked him about
his wife, he told me she wasn't a selfish bitch about things like that like
I'd been. Can you imagine?"
       Yeah, I could. I'd met Jake once when their son graduated from
college. I could easily imagine Jake with a cock the size of that dildo
fucking the woman that was now my wife, that huge thing sliding in and out
of her pussy, and the effect of my imagination didn't go un-noticed.
       "My God! You're getting hard again just thinking about it. Well
forget it. I'm not doing it."
       I hadn't been about to suggest that at all. I also knew this
conversation didn't just happen accidently. "But you want to don't you?"
       Bulls-eye! She jumped up from the bed, grabbing her robe and told
me, "I don't want to talk about it." But from the flushed look about her, I
knew it wasn't the big dildo I was holding in my hand that she wanted to
play with. She wanted the real thing. And she did want to talk about
it. But she'd approach it each time in a round-about way, beginning a
couple of nights later.
       When she made it clear she was in the mood for sex, I began in the
usual way, then suggested she get her toys out and show me how she'd like
me to use them on her. She hesitated just long enough to make it look like
she wasn't thrilled by my suggestion and then gleefully got out her toy
box. There was a funny looking one that I'd never seen and I was amazed
when she told me she liked to put that one in her ass. We'd never included
any kind of ass play in our sex and that sure changed in a hurry. The next
time we had sex, I had the dildo, which I'd started calling "Big Jake" in
her pussy and she eagerly accepted the idea of taking my little cock in her
ass at the same time. The orgasm she had was amazing to me. Then when I was
ready to cum, I pulled out the dildo and fucked her pussy and was again
amazed that she could tighten up on my much smaller prick.
       The next time we built on the previous session and this time, after
I'd cum in her, instead of licking her clean, which she now seemed to love,
I reinserted the dildo which she loved even more. Then, for reasons I'm not
sure I understood, I pulled the dildo out and began to lick the cum off
it. Maybe I wanted her to know about my fantasies.
       She watched in awe for a bit and then asked, "Have you ever sucked a
real one?"
       "No. Never," I told her hastily.
       "But you want to don't you," she told me, using my words from the
previous week.
       I wasn't about to admit I'd thought about it for years. Instead I
did the same thing she'd done, again using each other's words. "I don't
want to talk about it," I told her, trying to keep a straight face.
       She couldn't keep a straight face either. We wound up rolling
together laughing. Then she reminded me, "You told me one time you did."
       I knew immediately what she was talking about. About a week before
we were married, we were talking about sex after we'd had sex and I'd
mentioned that Cheryl had dressed me as a woman a few times. I didn't tell
her how often or how much I'd enjoyed it. I'd been testing her reaction and
she'd asked, "Why would you want to do that? Do you want to have sex with a
man?"
       I'd admitted that I'd thought about it, telling her that I thought
most men thought about it, no matter what they might say, but that I'd
never done it and her response had been something to the effect that she
thought it was sick - not at all the response I'd hoped for. Then a few
weeks later, while packing for our short honeymoon, she'd received two
nightgowns that were almost identical as presents from her friends at work
and was holding them both at the same time, as if deciding which one to
take. Joking, I'd asked, "Is one of those for me?"
       "Don't tell me I've married a pervert," she'd responded and I'd
laughed it off. But that was then and this was now and she seemed to have a
different attitude about a lot of things. It seemed like the perfect
opportunity to test the water again.
       "Yeah," I said, admitting that I'd had an urge to try sex with a
guy. "I did. I was sure Cheryl was going to make it happen and I wanted it
to happen. But that was a long time ago and under different
circumstances. I don't have any desire to have man-to-man sex. But back
when Cheryl dressed me as a woman, it was almost natural to think about
doing things that a woman would do. I guess it had something to do with the
sexy lingerie she had me wear."
       Her reaction was more than I could have possibly hoped for. She
thought about it for a minute or so, then jumped out of bed, pulling me
with her. "Come here," she said, dragging me to her dresser. I was very
familiar with her lingerie drawer and as it turned out, she'd suspected as
much for a while. She pulled out a matching bra and panty set and a short
nightie and in less than two minutes, had them on me with the bra stuffed
with two pair of rolled up pantyhose. Then she sprayed me with a spritz of
perfume and dabbed some lipstick on my lips. "What do you think?" she asked
turning me toward the mirror.
       I would have been overjoyed except for one thing. The outfit she'd
put on me was exactly the same one I usually wore when she was out of
town. It was too much of a coincidence. But that didn't keep my cock from
responding.
       "Never mind," she told me, running her hand over the bulge in the
nightie. "I can see for myself. Now let's try it again." She led me back to
the bed, and after lying on her back with her legs splayed and knees bent,
she took Big Jake and eased it back inside her. After moving it in and out
a few times, she pulled it out and reversed it, holding it against her mons
so that it looked as if she had a huge cock. "Okay sweetie. Let's see what
those pretty red lips can do now."
       I hadn't had a dildo in my mouth since I'd sucked Cheryl's for
her. This one was much bigger and I wasn't sure I could do it, but somehow
I did - at least the end of it. I'd have choked to death if I'd tried to
swallow even half of it.
       "I think someone wants to try the real thing as much as I do," she
commented - the first time she'd admitted in any way that she really wanted
to have sex with her ex.
       That evening with "Allison" was followed by several others and
during them I learned that she'd suspected for over a year that I'd been
wearing her lingerie. She'd been laying traps for me for months, each time
folding her things a little bit different and I'd confirmed her suspicions
for sure when I'd forgotten to readjust the shoulder straps of her bra when
I put it back. "And you really should have rinsed the cum stain out of the
lavender nightie," she told me, but she wasn't upset about it.
       We played like that for about a month before she asked, "Allison, If
Jake would let you suck his cock, would you do it?"
       More than anything, I wanted to see a real cock that big. And yes, I
really wanted to suck it if I got that close to it. But I hedged. "If you
want me to."
       She laughed, knowing me well enough to know I just couldn't bring
myself to admit it. "The only way we can make it happen is if we let him
fuck me. Are you okay with that?"
       I was and I wasn't. I was taking a chance of loosing her. But at the
same time I knew that what we'd been doing, playing with 'Big Jake' the
dildo, wouldn't keep her satisfied for long. With or without my okay, she
would eventually fuck her ex. "Yeah," I told her. "Let's do it."
       I wasn't invited to their first sexual reunion. In fact, I didn't
even know it was going to happen. I came home one evening and found her
already in bed. "Put on your 'Allison' things," she told me. "I have a
surprise for you."
       Quickly I did as told and when I climbed in bed with her, she
whispered, "Jake left a few minutes ago and he left something for you."
Then she flipped back the sheet and one look at her wet, puffy, pussy told
me she'd been fucked and good. There was a huge cum stain on the sheet
where some of his cum had already leaked out, but what was left was more
than I'd ever put in her. As I licked up his cream, I tried to imagine what
it would be like to have that much cum shot in my mouth. It was a very
exciting thought. Allison was indeed becoming a cum slut.
       Jake fucked Denise two more times before he agreed to let me be
present and that was all he'd agree to. As to me sucking his cock or having
any contact with him, he said he'd have to wait and see how it went. He
didn't have a chance. Denise had once commented that Jake was such an
animal that he'd fuck anything that looked female to him and Allison looked
a lot better than that. Denise found a wig somewhere and when Jake showed
up for our 3-some, Allison looked so hot that he never thought of me as
another man.
       Over the next six months, every one of the speculations that Denise
and I had made came true. I'd told her that I thought all men at least
think about sucking cock, even if they never do it. After a couple of
months, Jake admitted he'd like to try sucking me and told us it "wasn't
bad". And Denise's opinion that Jake was a two-timing bastard also proved
out. Our 3-somes were awesome good fun for all of us, but it wasn't Jake's
style. He tried to get Denise to meet him behind my back and to the
surprise of both Denise and myself, he tried to get me to meet him behind
Denise's back.
       Then fate dropped a gift from heaven in our laps. A young lady that
worked with Denise mentioned one Friday evening, when the girls all went
out after work for drinks, that her boyfriend liked to wear her panties but
his cock was so big it was almost impossible even when he was soft. It took
a few of weeks for Denise to set up a 4-some. The guy turned out to be
nearly as big as 'Big Jake' and I thought we all had a great time. We did
it again a few times, but when her friend from work decided it was all too
kinky for her, she dropped out. If she had any opinion of her former
boyfriend, who we call 'Bonnie', moving in with us, I don't know nor do I
care. What I do know is that Allison is one happy cum slut, Bonnie thinks
he's died and gone to heaven, and Denise smiles more than she's ever smiled
in her life.

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