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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
HER BEST FRIEND'S HUSBAND By Rebecca Goldstein
My girlfriend is practically joined at the hip to Maryanne,
her childhood friend. Everywhere Lisa goes Maryanne has to
follow! We've double dated and gone places until I'm sick of
looking at her. Lisa can't get on the phone with her for
less than fifteen minutes, even if it's just to say she's on
the way over. I can't imagine what they find to talk about!
So I got to see a fair amount of Jeff, Maryanne's husband.
He seemed like a decent sort of fellow even if he was a
suit. But at least, I thought, we had a few common
interests... little did I know!
One day last summer I was over Jeff and Maryanne's house,
swimming in their pool. As usual, Maryanne and Lisa were off
shopping, leaving Jeff and I lazing out by the pool.
I went into the basement to get us another beer. In the dark
basement I kicked over a wicker basket, slicing my ankle and
falling over in the dark with a loud crash. Naturally, Jeff
rushed inside to investigate, but when the light came on I
saw the contents of the basket: a big, frilly pair of pink
sissypants and several rather large pair of panties.
Delighted, I picked up the lovely ruffled sissypants and
held them up in front of Jeff. I said, "These aren't
Maryanne's are they? Whose could they be, big frilly undies
like these? Maybe Maryanne will know."
You should have seen the look on Jeff's face! He sputtered
and stammered but couldn't get any words to come out! I'd
caught him dead to rights, as only another sissy can.
Finally Jeff said, "please don't tell Maryanne about them...
they're mine!" He hung his head and confessed, "I like to
wear womens' underwear. It gets me off."
After letting him squirm for a minute or two, I decided to
let him off the hook and let him know his secret was safe
with me.
"You naughty little girl, wearing your pink sissypants
behind your wife's back! Oh don't worry, I won't tell! I'll
bet they look as adorable on you as they would on me."
"You... you dress?"
"Sure, I've been dressing for years! Lisa knows but she
doesn't like it. How about Maryanne?"
"I'm sure she'd divorce me if she found out."
"Well, for someone who's so worried you're certainly
careless enough with your sissy undies. I don't think
there'd be too much doubt over who the size 8 panties were
for! But I'm curious... I'd love to see the rest of your
wardrobe."
Relieved that I wasn't going to tell his wife, Jeff led me
to a corner of the basement and tapped a wall panel. It
popped open and there was a huge walk-in closet with built-
in drawers, racks of shoes, dresses, skirts and lingerie.
There was even a make-up mirror. It was a full wardrobe any
woman would be proud to own! I was amazed and jealous at the
same time... Jeff's wardrobe put mine to shame!
While my rather modest wardrobe includes a few pretty
dresses, Jeff had a full closet of them! It turned out that
Jeff had much better taste in womens' clothes than Maryanne.
"I've been trying to make suggestions for years," he sighed.
Jeff began sliding dresses across the hanger rack, showing
me some beautiful designer dresses that must have cost a
fortune! "Actually," he said modestly, "they didn't cost as
much as you'd think. I've gotten quite good at shopping, and
there are great factory outlets Downtown and in Jersey."
I'm sure the fact that he's a stockbroker and probably makes
twice as much money as I do doesn't hurt, either!
Jeff had lovely dresses, along with an assortment of skirts
and about two dozen frilly, sheer blouses. "I like sheer
blouses so I can show off my lacy bras. They're so pretty
it's a shame to hide them. I tend to wear dressier stuff
than Maryanne does. She likes that casual look, but I like
to dress like a lady," smiled Jeff.
Delighted at finally having someone to show his private
sissy domain, Jeff began pulling things out of his lingerie
drawers. "I'm really proud of my undies," he giggled.
He began holding up to himself: camisoles, slips, briefers,
girdles, teddies, even wasp-waisted Victorian corsets with
expensive lace and hand embroidery. "I splurged on these,"
he sighed. He showed me lovely antique slips with rows and
rows of lacy ruffles, hand-sewn with the most exquisite
workwomanship. How many womens' bodies had it graced, I
wondered, before finding its way to this transvestite?
Jeff was getting giddy now, and gleefully showed me two
lovely crinoline petticoats; one in white and one in pink.
"I had to have these custom made," he said matter-of-factly.
He also had pretty taffeta petticoats, ordered from
catalogs.
Then he began showing me his bra collection, which filled
two drawers by themselves. He had everything from big,
elaborately lacy longline bras to shiny PVC and kidskin TV
harness-bras to studded Madonna style push-up to pointy
Fifties-style "torpedo" bras. "I had to beg the woman at the
thrift shop to sell it to me."
Of the six drawers in this row, two were filled with bras,
one with garter belts, and the three others with hosiery. I
was about to ask where the panties were when he walked me
over to the corner where there were two more rows with six
drawers each. "This is my panty collection," he gushed.
Now Dear Reader, I own about 90 pair of panties myself; more
than most women, I daresay! But even a hard-core sissy like
me had to gasp when Jeff began showing me his assortment of
every imaginable kind of panty! Big, silky briefs; wispy
sheer hi-cuts; tiny string bikinis; satiny hipsters; sexy
bikinis and crotchless panties. Every conceivable material:
nylon, spandex, lycra, crinoline, lace, taffeta, PVC, latex,
rubber, leather; even a pair of fur panties cut from alpaca.
Imported panties; custom made panties; even antique panties!
"I love stuff from the Fifties and Camelot periods," Jeff
volunteered.
Then, it was time to check out Jeff's shoe collection. "It's
not as good as my collection of undies but I'm working on
it," he smiled. None of the shoes had heels shorter than
three inches! Jeff had three pair of six-inch fetish heels
from the catalogs (at $100. a pop!) in white, black and red
patent leather. He had adorable white sandals; several pair
of opera pumps in various colors; a devilish-looking pair of
thigh-length boots with 5" spike heels in red PVC ("I'm
saving up for leather"); two torturous-looking pair of
"ballet heels" in red and black; and two or three dozen
other pair in the same vein.
By now I was suitably impressed. "Boy," I gushed, "it blows
away Maryanne's wardrobe."
"Yeah, I know. It's not like I wouldn't let her buy anything
she wants. I've begged her to go and buy a new wardrobe.
I've bought her the prettiest things and she just takes them
back. I can't help it if she wants to dress like a frump.
She even insisted on buying those horrible 6-pack cotton
panties until I got pissed off and threw them all out."
I decided to drop the bomb. "So where do you wear all this
stuff?"
Jeff looked down and sighed. "Nowhere. Just here when
Maryanne goes out, usually with Lisa."
"Jeff, you must've spent a fortune on this stuff! Talk about
all dressed up with no place to go!"
Then it struck me. I burst out laughing! Jeff gaped at me
uncomfortably with a whipped-puppy look on his face,
thinking I was laughing at him for being such a sissy!
"What's so funny?"
"Well Jeff," I smiled, "you mean when Maryanne goes out with
Lisa and you're left home alone this is what you do? Dress
up in drag and mince around in your high heels like a little
pansy?"
Jeff gulped. "Yeah..."
"Well guess what? I'm doing the exact same thing! Dressing
up in drag and mincing around in my high heels like a little
pansy!"
"I guess we're just a couple of sissies, eh Bobby?"
"You know it, Jeff. Oh, do you have a femme name?"
"Yeah. Maria."
"That's a pretty name, Maria. Mine's Rene. So, has anyone
ever seen you dressed?"
"No."
"Well Maria, you're about due then aren't you? The girls are
going to the John Denver Concert Thursday Night..."
"John Denver... Yeeech!"
"...So while those girls have a night out, let's us girls
have a night IN!"
"Oh Rene, what a scrumptious idea!" Jeff/Maria was already
acting in character as his rather deep voice suddenly lifted
two octaves or so as he spoke.
That Thursday night I could hardly wait for Lisa to get out
of the house. I tried to be cool, but I kept pacing until
Lisa finally said, "Trying to get rid of me, eh? You must
have a date or something!"
Finally Lisa and Maryanne were off to the concert. I took a
long time getting "dressed." I wore my best canary strapless
and my naughtiest black lingerie. I did my curly blonde wig
perfectly and made myself up as sluttishly as I could. I
pulled my car out of the garage and high-tailed it over to
Jeff and Maryanne's house.
Conveniently, Jeff also has a garage with an automatic door
so I could pull in without the neighbors seeing me in drag.
Jeff was waiting for me in a black evening gown trimmed with
gold lame, complete with black feather boa and black satin
cocktail gloves.. He teetered on six-inch black patent opera
pumps.
Now, Jeff is not a small guy; maybe 6'2", 220 pounds. But
done up the way he was he gave a sultry, sexy Mae West-ish
appearance as he pursed his ruby red lips in a sensual
pucker. Jeff was wearing a red wig and made up perfectly. I
hadn't expected such a closet case to have her look so
together.
"Oh Maria," I gasped, "You're beautiful."
"Oh Rene Darling," Maria giggled, "I'll bet you say that to
all the girls!"
We adjourned to the guest room upstairs, where Maria had put
red satin sheets on the bed. She reclined on the bed,
staring longingly at me and I could feel her eyes caressing
me from the tip of my spiked heels to the top of my wig. Not
wanting to keep her in suspense, I raised my skirt and let
her get a good look at my scandalous black undies.
Under my dress I was wearing my naughtiest black on black
lingerie: strapless black satin Merry Widow corset with
frilly, wide garters and a "cleavage maker" TV bra
underneath; black satin panties embroidered with the
skimpiest touch of lavender and sporting three tiers of big
black ruffles at the leg holes and black seamed nylons with
lace tops.
Maria came over to the edge of the bed and nuzzled her ruby
lips against the straining bulge in my panties. The scent of
her perfume drifted up to my nostrils as she playfully
gnawed at the center of my thick shaft through the satin
panty material, making my erection throb vigorously.
"Ohhh Rennnne," she moaned in delight, "pull down your
panties Darling. I've always wanted to suck a big, hard
cock... and yours fills the bill perfectly!"
"But Maria," I teased only half-jokingly, "what will the
girls think?"
"Well, I've heard Lisa likes to suck your cock... and I know
Maryanne would love to! So I'll just join the club."
"I have a better idea, Maria Darling. I brought you a
present."
"Oh, do give it up Rene!"
With that, I reached over to the night table where I had a
pair of hand-embroidered Barbizon briefs, absolutely filthy
with Lisa's secretions. The scent of panties filled the room
as I pulled them out of my pocketbook.
I held them out so Maria could get a good look at them.
"Maria Darling, are you a little panty sniffer? How would
you like to get a whiff of Lisa's pretty panties? Get me a
pair of Maryanne's panties and we'll trade our wives' worn
panties while we jerk off together!"
"Oh Renee," giggled Maria. "I love it! It's just too, too
wicked!"
I dangled Lisa's worn undies in Maria's face and let her
drool a little before finally parting with them. They were
my favorite of Lisa's panties, her lovely pink Barbizon
Marci briefs with the delicate embroidery and the
scrumptious Satin Remarque material (oh girls, you really
owe yourself a pair!) that is sensual beyond restraint.
Mmmm, Lisa's panties were so filthy! I had gone through all
her worn undies in the hamper to pick out the most pungent
pair for Maria to drool over. I know Jeff has had the hots
for Lisa for years and we have even discussed the
possibility of "swapping" some time. To have Lisa's worn
panties dangling in his/her face made Maria incredibly hot!
Finally, we pulled the panties over our faces and began
jerking ourselves off. I was overcome with lust at the
scenario; more intense than anything I could have
fantasized! Sniffing Maryanne's filthiest worn panties while
her husband was sniffing Lisa's... both of us totally done
up in lingerie!
I was lost in fantasy, my face pressed against the crotch of
Maryanne's laciest peach Vanity Fair briefs, with the white
cotton crotch discolored with a coffee-colored stain that
reeked of her luscious cunt. I dreamed of burying my face
between those creamy white, inviting thighs and sucking her
to within an inch of her life, even as her husband was
hoping to do the same thing to me!
My thoughts were interrupted by Maria, who was now down on
all fours with Lisa's panties still over her face. Before I
could protest (assuming I'd want to) she took my throbbing
shaft in her panty mouth. She gobbled my member with more
passion and enthusiasm than anyone had before!
Mmm, the sensation was so delicious as Maria's saliva
dampened the nylon panty material and it clung to my
throbbing glans. My cock was sucked and gnawed and nuzzled.
Though Maria had said she'd never sucked a cock before it
was obvious she'd had plenty of practice with dildoes! She
pleasured my throbbing pecker like an old pro!
There was nothing else to do but abandon myself to the
pleasure as Maria devoured my manhood for all she was worth.
The sensation of her hot, wet mouth, her eager tongue, her
gentle gnawing and the wet panty material clinging to my
glans finally overcame me and I exploded into Lisa's silky
panties.
I was about to help Maria finish herself off but then I saw
by the dark spot in her panties that she had already gone
off by herself. The little Darling came in her undies from
the excitement, and who could blame her?
Afterwards, I had to rush like mad to get home before Lisa,
and then try to act like nothing happened when she got home.
I was hoping like mad that she wouldn't be looking for any
sex and for once I was not disappointed. We both collapsed
into bed and fell fast asleep.
Jeff and I haven't had the opportunity to "dress up" again
yet, but I know it won't be long before "we girls" get
together. It's sometimes hard to keep a straight face when
we see each other socially, but we know we have to. In the
meantime, we trade our wives' pungent panties and pointers
on football betting. After all, we girls need our diversion!