A Sweet Perverse Play

When I was young I had a passion for women's clothing. Attracted me to
death. I liked wearing them. Especially the underwear excited me very much.

Actually, that passion has never waned at all, but for some time I have not
felt so strong. I got engaged and then married happily with a beautiful
woman. Her name is Paola and I love her very much. Immediately after
marriage, the desire to wear women's clothes is back to being strong. Often
I found myself alone in the house. My office hours at the two ends, while
my wife works for a private firm and depart from work at five and a half,
at best.

Usually I have to tidy up the house, that morning we leave as is. Am I
doing our bed, dusting and put dirty clothes in the washing and handling
the linen of my wife, I began to feel a strong desire to wear women's
clothes.

I started wearing his pants, his socks and then slowly I started to wear
more clothes to dress up at all points. Fortunately I have the same size of
Paola. Even have the same number of shoes.

After a while I started to get into the habit of dressing as a woman, just
returned home and dressed like that, I began to do chores. This excited me
greatly. I liked to go in front of mirrors and see me woman.

A few months ago I convinced my wife to buy a wig. Paola never puts the
wig, but I wear it every day. I learned to wear makeup. I became very
good. I have a very delicate-featured face. It lends a lot. I look like a
woman just rigged. Even the physical lends itself quite well. My legs are
very shapely. To be able to shave my legs, I pretend to do the cycle
enthusiast. I rarely go out with the bike but I always shaved my legs. In
the rest of the body does not have obvious hairs. The butt is one thing
that I think I have very nice. Round with well-defined buttocks. I get
excited watching framed by a thong.

When my wife needs to buy herself some clothes, I always go with her to
counsel her to buy. I'm thrilled to death because we buy things that I like
to wear.

Everything was quiet, when an afternoon must have been about three and a
half. I had just finished dressing and was in the bedroom to look in the
mirror after I had made ??up, pirouetting on myself I see my wife on the
bedroom door. I had the stereo on and I had not heard them open the door
and I had not even heard his footsteps.

I had a moment of panic. I felt lost. My wife looked at me stunned. I did
not know what to say I was frozen. I was looking for an excuse to justify
it and the only thing I was saying was that I was trying to mask
carnival. We were in early January, was not altogether inappropriate to
think of the mask for the next carnival. It certainly was not a great
excuse, but I seem that my wife was well. The blood began to flow back into
my veins.

She exclaimed with sincere air:

-Is a fantastic mask. looks great on you.-

With a voice that trembled a little, I said:

- Do you think it can go as a mask? -

-I really believe it. You are unrecognizable. You know that for a moment I
did not realize it was you? I was flabbergasted. I wondered who that woman
in my room wearing my clothes was. -

-Come on! I do not believe it. -

-Believe me! Sure, it was just a moment. Then I realized. -

She explained that she had returned home early because the office had
broken the heaters. They had come out earlier because it was freezing and
to allow repairers to work safely.

For some days I did not put women's clothes, but the thing I disliked so
much. Then I began again, taking the precaution to call my wife at the
office, to make sure that she was there.

In early February, Paola asked me to take a vacation in Venice for the
carnival. One of his co-workers, a native of Venice had a small apartment
in the center of Venice. Usually he was always there for Carnival, but
trick that year, just in the final days of the carnival, he should go on a
mission abroad.

Paola had asked him if he rented it to her for a week and they told her she
could go when he wanted, without paying rent. She immediately asked for the
holidays in the office

From Shrove Tuesday to Thursday next.

-We do a carnival "Full immersion". - She told me enthusiastically.A week
of complete avoidance. Without thinking of anything else but fun. -

I told her I liked the idea. Delighted, she said she was thinking of his
mask.

-Yes, we should look for masks. - I say.

-But you-you got the mask! You will dress up as women. - It was what I
wanted her to say. My heart was jumping in my chest.

-And you from what you wear? - I tell her.

-I have to think. I could dress like a man. Do not you think! -

-Yes. I agree. -

-I will think about. There are still twenty days.-

In the days following, we spoke often of his mask, and then she finally
decided that it would be dressed as a sailor. The same fellow who had
offered her the house had been in the military as a sailor and had kept his
uniform. With any corrections would be perfect for her...

A few days later my wife called me from the office and told me:

-If I am dressed as a sailor, your dress must be very provocative, as a
woman of life.-

I replied that I agreed, although I did not know what to wear to look like
a prostitute. She told me that she would have thought my dress. Back home,
she told me that was enough a short skirt a bit 'excessive, and the thing
was done. She decided to leave immediately, to seek a skirt like
that. Although she only wore skirts, but she had not so short.

We went to a department store, the Oviesse and we looked for the type of
skirt she wanted. We found different types. Paola could not decide, I liked
them all. I was excited. Yeah I saw them on me. At some point, Paola said:

- I can not decide. I need to see the effect that they wear. -

I thought that she would like to try. He took four types of skirt and boot
to the test cubicles telling me to follow her. I followed her willingly. I
always went with her when she felt her clothes. I liked it.

Going into the closet told me to take my pants off. I remained a bit
perplexed but I obeyed. She did not want to try on her. Paola wanted that I
tried. But then I saw that she took off her jeans.

-I have to try me or you? - I asked her hanging pants.

-You try skirts. - She said as she began to slip even pantyhose. - But to
see the good effect must also wear socks and my shoes. I put this on
purpose, with stiletto heels. -

I was more excited. I dumped there, a:

- You're crazy. But look what you made me do!-

But in between time I slipped the pantyhose that she had given me.

She gave me my first skirt to try. I wore it. It was my size. He told me to
put on shoes. I saw myself in the mirror. I must say that I pleased
me. That very short tight mini showed off my thighs.

-You have very beautiful legs. The skirt looks good on you. Now try this. -

She handed me a very eye-catching mini, pleated. It was beautiful, but it
blew my hips. Then I put on a skirt that wrapped the sides, and then under,
had a balsa loose folds.

-This, too, looks good on you. Very saucy. The first, however, makes you
look sluttier. It's more suitable. -

-Although this is very provocative. Do not you think? - I loved the skirt
with balse.

-If you like, we take them both. We have to be there six days. At least two
skirts are required. -

I excitedly said yes to everything she said.

Once out of the closet, we were going to the cashier when she is blocking
me and said:

-What a stupid, we could go to Rinascente, where we have the discount. -

-So we do not take them. Tomorrow we go to La Rinascente. Today we do not
make it in time. - I say.

-Of course! We do so. Then, if we do not find cute skirts there, we go back
to get them here. -

The next day, about four Paola calls to me from the office, saying:

-To save time and gasoline, as La Rinascente, is halfway between our house
and my office, we want to meet there? You can take the metro. -



-I can bring them from home. I put them in an envelope. -

-What a fool! You're right. You as well add a pair of tights in the
envelope. So I do not have to undress me. -

About six o'clock I was in front of the Rinascente. We climbed to the
women's department. There was a great choice. As we found only one
suitable. A sheath dress with stretch. We took only the one with the idea
of ??coming back to take the one with the balsa to bend, to Oviesse.

When we got home she said to me, the final touch to look like a hooker can
give me, the stockings. He wanted to see the effect immediately. He made me
wear a skirt with stockings. The embroidery of socks came flush with the
skirt.

-You look great. You are a crash. -

Looking in the mirror, I agree with you. I like myself. I turn to the
mirror long, and then reluctantly change my dress.

The next day we remain in agreement that we see around six in front of the
Oviesse to buy another skirt.

In the afternoon she telephoned to remind me of the appointment and I
remember to bring with me, shoes and stockings.

I was going to argue that there was no need, I had already tried the day
before, but I refrained. Why deprive myself of the pleasure it gave me, try
these clothes in a public place and in front of my wife.

When I arrived at Oviesse she was already there. I did a little
'late. While I was home, I did not realize the time passing. When I
realized what time it was, I had to make a run to remove the makeup and
change. When we were in the closet and I took off my pants, I realized with
horror that the sign on the thighs of elastic stockings was not yet gone,
and they could see clearly. I hoped that she, not noticing those
signs. Later I learned that was not so, but she pretended to nothing, at
that time. He said nothing. I tried again all the skirts, and then decided
to take that with a pleated band.

The next day she phoned from the office to say he would have done a bit
later, because he had to go to the home of Mark, to take the sailor suit.

I ask, because he had not brought suit in the office. She explained to me
that going to take it to the home of his colleague, she could try the
dress. His colleague had a neighbor tailor, who could possibly fit
her. After giving me this explanation he asked me if I was trying my mask.

I stood for a moment stunned and stammering said to it:

-No! Why do you ask? -

-Why, yesterday afternoon, you have proven. -

-No! What makes you say that? - I tried to argue. -

-The mark left by the elastic stockings on your legs. You could see again,
when you did the tests at Oviesse. -

-Yes, I admit. I wanted to try .... - I try to say, but she interrupted me
and said:

-I'm not criticizing. Do not worry. What did you try? -

-Accessories, and what to put together the skirt. I tried some blouses and
sweaters. -

-And you are getting the matches? -

Something, but I'm much undecided. I cannot decide. -

-You are trying even now. True? -

-Yes. -

-Make a selection of things you like. When I arrive, you show them to me
and we decide together. -

-Want me to remain masked until you arrive?

-Of course! -

He arrived at eight o'clock. She said she had left their uniforms to the
tailor. I began to parade with the clothes I had chosen. I felt an enormous
pleasure to do so. As I walked in front of her, said to me:

-It's amazing how you walk with high heels. It appears that you have taken
forever. -

I tried to change the subject by asking:

-How am I like? -

-You look great. You look like a slut. -

Together we chose two shirts and two sweaters. Then she said: -

-Especially with a pleated skirt, when you bend, they see your panties. You
must put something feminine and a bit restraining, or risk that they see
the thing before. Do you understand? -

-Yes. I also noticed myself, that they a little note. How can I do to hide
it? -

I asked, pretending shamelessly. I knew exactly what to do. I bent my dick
between her thighs and I held it, using elasticized pants. I reached the
same result with a body that Paula did not put more. The effect was
wonderful, it seemed that I had nothing.

-I do not know but the boy's pants do not fit. -

-It would take something restraining. Crush it a bit '. -

-Yes, stretch pants. We can buy. -

-You do not have anything like that? -

-I do not remember. I have so many, we should try them. You think about
that tomorrow. -

The next afternoon she phoned from the office to warn me that she would
return late because the tailor had prepared the split and she had to go for
a test. Then she asked me:

-Have you found the panties? -

-Yes, I've found a lot of black panties, but you see the sign when I wear
the mini elastic. It would take something more .... I do not know
.... Perhaps a more scantily cut briefs. I'm going to try on a body. It
seems more scantily -

-I have a black leotard, very scantily cut. It is? - She asked me.

-Yes. It is black. -

-Should go very well, is very retentive. You wait I want to see how you're
wearing it? -

-But how soon you get back? I have to wait long? -

-I do not know exactly. But that gives you trouble? Give a little 'practice
walking. You know that if you want to look like a bitch you practice
walking swaying visibly. -

When he got home I opened the door to her, and then walked in front of her,
swaying.

-I practiced enough? - I said to her, laughing.

- You are a crash. If I were a man would jump on you. -

-Really! -I told her, surprised. -I am so cute? -

-Yes, darling. But when you're dressed as a woman, you have to get used to
speaking as a woman. In two days we leave for a week and you have to make
the woman. -

-But not around the clock. -

-Honey, we agreed it would be a full immersion carnival. We have to live
six days depersonalized. We must be the opposite of what we are. And nobody
has to know what we really are. -

-For me it's a crazy idea but I am curious to see what happens. When we
arrive in Venice, dressed as men, we must go without being seen by
anyone. -

-No. Just that I come as a sailor and you as a woman. -

-You mean that we start from here masked? Are you crazy!? -

-No. We will change on the train. Before arriving in Venice. I booked in
sleeper. -

-You are evil. You have thought of everything. -

- I will make you live an unforgettable week. But you have to do everything
I tell you. -

-I'll be your slave. - I said ironically.

Finally came the day of departure. We left Rome at ten o'clock at night. We
arrived in Venice around seven. We asked the awake by six o'clock. We had
almost an hour to prepare.

When we woke up I took out the clothes to wear. To get there we had not put
my skirts bought, but one of the skirts of my wife, much less risqué. I
went into the bathroom to wear makeup. When I came out I found that Paola
was looking for something in the suitcase. I asked her what she wanted and
told me that she could not find the pants of his uniform. I also helped her
a bit, but we did not find them.

-And now? - I said

-I do not know how to fix it. I cannot disguise. -

-And I? -

-You will easily disguise. We modify the script a bit. We could make the
two whores. -

-But you would not be masked! -

-You mean that I'm a bitch in real life? -

-No! What about it! -

-Fulfill means to be the opposite of what you all day. You are a man, and
you evade pretending to be a woman. I, who am a serious woman, evade
pretending to be a hooker. -

-Do you want to be right always you. –

-I'm always right, I will. Remember that even if I am no longer a rude
sailor, you're still my slave and I have to do what I say. Now hurry up and
get ready, you only have forty minutes to make you beautiful. -

When we got off the train to Venice, my legs were shaking with
emotion. With pleasure I realized that nobody was looking at me with
amazement. But I noticed that many men look at me with the same interest
with which they looked at my wife.

We took a speedboat to get to our apartment. As we took the clothes from
the suitcase, she said:

-What did you feel to see yourself in public, dressed as a woman? -

- I have to come back again in me. My legs were shaking. At first I was
scared to death. I was terrified that someone noticed that I was a man
dressed as a woman. Then I saw that nobody was surprised looking at me, so
I relaxed a bit. -

-Honey, you got to stop talking like a man when you talk about you. The
game this week is this. You are a woman and even among us must play the
role. This is the only rule. -

- I'll be more careful. -

-Did you see that I was right to say that no one could recognize you and
suspect you of being a male? -

-You were right. It seems incredible. You do not fool me when I tell you
this thing. I had the impression that men look at me in a certain way. -

-Yes, darling. I've noticed. But they looked like, me too. -

-Oh yeah. They eat you, with their eyes. But you're used to this. -

-What effect did to you, so be watched? -

-I was pleased because it was proof that they took me for a real woman. -

-Is that all? -

-I was also amused by the thought that I was provoking that kind of
emotion. -

-It was what I was hoping you said to me, this game should be fun. I was
sure it would amuse you. Think about when you get out, with skirts that we
bought. The men will leave the orbits from the eyes and you'll enjoy even
more. -

Paola went to buy something in the deli for lunch.

After eating we rested then spent the rest of the afternoon to prepare. She
helped me get my fake nails. I also tried false eyelashes but I preferred
not to put them. I have beautiful long lashes and a bit of mascara are
great. When we were fully dressed we congratulated each other. Paola was
wearing a miniskirt stretch, while I pleated skirt.

- You are a crash. - She said to me, adjusting my wig.

-A little too flashy. Do not you think? All will look at me. -

-So what? Did not you say you enjoy being watched? -

-You too, you're a fairy tale.. -

-Thank you. However, you must make more feminine voice. -

-But we are alone! -

-Even when we are alone. Must become the natural way to talk to you. -

-So? Okay? -

-It is good. Are you ready? They range. - Leaving home we went to Piazza
San Marco. Walking through the narrow streets leading to the square we met
several people. We were noticed by all men, they looked at us with
admiration ostentatious.

-Have you seen how they look at us? -

-I feel stripped of their eyes. But it is thrilling. Do you think that
really take us for whores? -

-I really believe it. I'll tell you that what thrills me as well. Watch
these two leading, look how they look at us! I bet they are making comments
about us. -

-Probably the one who speaks, he'll be saying to his friend, which of us he
would do. -

-If you were to answer the same question who would you choose? -

-What question? -

-If I asked you which of those two you like best. Which would you choose? -

-But that question is that? They are two men. -

-Darling, is part of the game. You are on the side of women. Try to think
like a woman. -.

Meanwhile the two men passed us by without taking his eyes off us.

-I do not know. The most robust. I think -

-Although I would have said the same. You see that it is not difficult to
play. -

Arrive in Piazza San Marco we found a wonderful bedlam. One thing really
exciting. We cross the square enjoying the show. We dined in a very nice
restaurant.

The waiter of the restaurant looked at us with great interest. I need to go
to the bathroom and of course I went to the women. What excited me
tremendously.

Back at the table Paola said to me softly

-They turned to look at you all. -

- I'm ridiculous? - I asked worried.

-Not at all. They looked at you because you're cute and also because you
walk in a way! You swing your ass with a great naturalness. Within days,
you learned to walk in heels so fabulous. - I thought there was a hint of
irony in the way he told me this one. I began to think that she doubted
anything.

Finished dinner we went back home soon, recrossing the Piazza San Marco. We
were tired from the trip.

As we prepared to go to bed we chatted and exchanged impressions and
feelings that we experienced in the evening. The next day we woke up very
late. We had breakfast at about eleven o'clock. Paola told me that day in
the deli to buy lunch, I'd have gone myself. I tried to say no but she was
adamant. I prepared with care and I left to go to the deli. At first my
legs were shaking with excitement then slowly overcame the fear.

In the afternoon, we went out for shopping; we were both dressed in a sober
and elegant.

I'm very excited, trying clothes in several boutiques. The evening we spent
walking to Piazza San Marco. We stopped to look at all the street artists
who gave the show. As we watched a man who broke the chains with his chest
and walked on broken glass, she said:

-Not bad kind. Like this? -

-It's very good. -

-I meant as a man. -

-Do you like it? -

-I've asked you first. -

-It is a great guy. -

-I also find it attractive, not beautiful but it is very male. -

-It seems that you discuss with your mouth water. - I said laughing.

-Yes. I get excited like that. -

-But honey! You say to me, so openly. -

-Sure. Who should I say, if not to you, you're my best friend. -

-But I'm also ... -

-No, honey, remember the promise. Who are you? -

-You are right. I'm your best friend. -

-The best friend with whom I can confide sincerely and she tells me
everything without hypocrisies. -

At home, when we muted makeup, asked her:

- Would you betray your husband? -

-No. between us there is a beautiful relationship. I would never betray
him. -

-Even if you met someone who did you lose your head? -

-No. Maybe we'd go to bed. But there would be a betrayal. -

-Because it would not be a betrayal? -

-Why would I just need to vent sexual involvement, but there would be
emotional. -

-So would you say calmly to your husband that you done fucked by another. -

-I could not tell. You who know my husband, you think he would betray me? -

-I think not. To him you're the only woman in the world. -

The next day we woke up ever so late, we had lunch with a sandwich, then
back to the shops. We visited a lot. Then we went home, taking the takeaway
dinner. We decided to go to a party in a club where they danced the sixties
music. We ate quickly, then we prepared with care. The timing of the trick,
it was a very exciting time. I felt very female at that time.

The room was very big and crowded. We found hardly a table. I was thrilled
to dance with a woman moves. We went to the track when the orchestra played
a cha cha cha. I was excited. At the beginning I was a little tied up, then
slowly untied me more and more.

When we returned to the table Paola complimented me on how she had seen me
dance.

-Dances better than me. I mean you are more sensual than me. Can you dance
in heels as if there had ever danced. -

He said the last sentence in a tone that made me doubt even more, which
perhaps she had not drunk the excuse that I had made when she found me
dressed as a woman the first time. She probably suspected by now, that I
was wearing women's clothes, for the sake of it and that I did for a long
time.

I continued to pretend nothing has happened. However the idea that Paula
knew that I liked to dress as a woman and not disapproved, I liked it.

We were having a drink when the orchestra struck up a slow. They approached
two men at our table. They must have had forty years. One was tall and
castle, with very blond hair balding, the other of the same height, a
little more robust than it was dark even though he had little hair.

The blonde turned to Paola asking her to dance. I had a moment of panic,
especially when she accepted and got up to go dancing. The Moor asked me to
dance. I trembled as I raised my legs. I was shocked, not by the fact that
I was going to dance with him, but fear that you noticed that I was not a
real woman. We danced in silence, I asked the name. His name was Gino. I
was very tense, especially at first. At the same time I was thrilled. It
was the first time I was in the arms of a man. I liked to feel guided.

As I stood at the table with Paula, she asked me how it went.

-I still have my heart in my throat. -

-What happened? -

-Do you realize that I was in the arms of a man!? -

-You gave so much trouble? -

-It's not that bother me is that I was terrified that he would notice that
I'm not a real woman. Especially hearing the false breast. -

He has close-you so much? -

-No. But I was afraid that she would. -

-Do not worry, the latex prosthetics, is so perfect that unless you keys
with his hands, does not notice. What sensation did you feel? -

-I cannot tell you what I felt, I was so agitated, -

-But did not bother you? -

-No. Just afraid that he was aware of something. Especially in the
beginning. Then when I saw that was not surprised, I began to relax. His
name is Gino. ---The one who danced with me is called Franco. Dance very
well. Not a bad type. Even Gino, not bad. True? -

-Even Gino, dances well. -

-Did he say anything? -

-No, I asked the name. -

- Franco, asked me if he can invite me again. -

-Well, Gino, when they took me back to the table, told me: "Next time" -

-It's the same thing. When you dance again, do not be worried if you do not
stripped naked, he will never realize, you're not a real woman. -

-But honey, why do we dance with them, they want to tow, we cannot deceive
them. -

-We who care, we have to entertain us, not them. We can say the end, when
we want. The fact that dances is part of our game. We are two women in a
dance hall and usually in a ballroom; there you go, to dance. -

Just attacked a slow, rather than Gino, I found myself in front of one
other guy. I looked at Paola with her eyes invited me to accept. My knight
was about thirty years, not very tall, with brown hair smoothed with gel. I
was more relaxed and when he hugged me, I gave up on him, letting him guide
me. At the beginning we danced detached, and then he began to shake
slightly. I pretended nothing. The more he pressed, the greater my
excitement, but I tried to hide it. At the end of the ball he lightly
pressed his penis against my swollen belly.

Paola had danced again with Franco. When we found ourselves at the table,
he says:

- This will have quite narrow. True? -

-He tried but I kept him at bay. - I told her I lied

But so you do not drop-in part. -

-Why? -

-Because we are a bitch disguised as hookers and does not escape the
attention of the customer. -

- Franco you do tighten as he wants? -

-Yes. This time he made a bit more, but nothing too. With whom have you
found better, with Gino or that. -

-I do not know. With the second was better but because I was a little
quieter. -

-Do not you enjoy it, to be fought over by two men. -

-I had not even thought of. -

-Think about it. How do you feel? -

-I do not know ..... Yes, it's fun. -

You-who do you prefer? -

-From that point of view. -

-From the point of view of a woman. -

-Gino. I do not know why but I prefer him. - The orchestra struck up a
slow. Gino came close this time before the attack.

Since the beginning of the dance he shook me enough, then gradually
emphasized the close. I now I had left to go. I let myself be tightened
without reacting. For a while, 'we were dancing near Paola and Franco. He
held her so outrageous. With her ??head resting on the neck. Paola with
crossed eyes, she smiled at me.

-I saw how you were dancing with Franco. There is no need to stop? -

-Honey, remember the covenants? Something like that, my husband could tell
me, not my partner in adventure. -

-Yes. But you said that you do not would you betray your husband ever. -

-Indeed! I'm not betraying my husband, only give vent to a sexual desire. -

-OK. But I'm going to half. If you continue to dance with Franco, I will
have to dance with Gino. -

-It gives you so much trouble? -

-No. But he hugs me even more. -

-It bothers you? -

-I said no, but he deludes himself. You told me that I do not even refuse!
-

We stopped the two men, who invite us to dance.

Gino shook me once, making me feel his thing hard on the stomach. I had to
stop myself for not rubbing hard on the stick. I felt his breath on my
neck. I saw Franco and Paola entwined, kissing. I clung to Gino.

At the table, I said to Paola:

-Honey, we're losing control of the game. -

-Why? -

-I can no longer stand up Gino. He's making out in a clear manner, has made
??the idea that I am available. -

This Franco-also is working on it. -

-And from what I saw, the thing you love more than him. -

From your-face as you dance, it seemed to me that you are not sorry. -

-I'm playing a part, what you told me to interpret. -

-It bothers you? -

-No. But I fear the moment he discovers that I'm not a real woman. -

-If you did not have this fear? -

-What? -

-You'd be better? -

-Well, of course! -

-You'd like? -

The two men came to invite us again. When Gino took me in his arms, I
hugged him. I felt at once his face on my neck; I pressed my dick on her
stomach. I kiss on the neck. I nearly fainted with excitement moments. He
surely felt that I was in a swoon. I kiss on the mouth. I had to stop
myself for not responding to his kiss, but not pushed him away. He is now
well pressing his cock hard against my belly, I rubbed too. Before the end
of the dance, kiss me again.

I returned to the table Paola tell me soon:

-No need to worry how he may react when he finds out you're not a real
woman. Franco is on our side now. -

-What does it mean? -

- I told him that you are disguised. He has enjoyed it very much. He asked
me to continue the game to do the trick on Gino. Either we are willing. We
accept their invitation to the home of Gino. And there we do a lot of
laughs when Gino find that you're not a woman. -

-Franco is happy that the evening ends in a laugh? He hoped to carry you to
bed. -

-Among us will not end in laughter. -

-You mean you'll go to bed? -

-Treasury, he has me excited as hell. Do not cheat on my husband, it's just
a fuck. I tell my husband everything. I'm sure that will not mind. Do not
you think? -

-I think so. -

-I believe he is energized, feeling telling what I did. -

-You said to Franco who am I really? -

-No. -

-After we have done the trick on Gino what happens? -

-You say you want to go home because it's late. But I will accept the
invitation of Franco to stay at his house. He made the excuse that has a
collection of masks to show me. -

-You spend all night there? -

-Do you mind? Are you afraid to be alone? -

-I just wanted to know. -

We got back on track for another dance. Paola's speech had excited me even
more. I clung to Gino that kissed me right away. I replied to kiss
passionately. I was going crazy with pleasure. I acted like a cat in
heat. It would be difficult to give an explanation for my behavior when we
revealed the joke. Yes, I was not a real woman but the pleasure I had felt
was true. This would be clear to Gino, and he would have concluded that I
liked doing the female. I loved things like females. For a moment I thought
of this, but I was so excited that I do not care about anything.

Paola had understood very well that I was excited and that in those
conditions I accepted everything, so when I returned to the table she said
to me:

-Franco told me he wants to fuck me. I told him I want it too. At the end
of the ball told me that he knew immediately that I was a slut. Then he
asked me if I ever fucked with two men together. I told him no and he asked
me if I had never had wanted. -

-And what did you say. -

-Nothing. I pretended not to understand, the song is over and I returned to
the table. I think he wants to fuck with Gino. -

-Would you like to do? -

-When I'm excited, often, I feel the urge. -

-So now you feel like it. You lust spurt from every pore, I know you
well. -

-Yes I like. I also want my husband to see me when I do. I'm sure he'd love
to. -

I did not answer, instead I asked her:

-To what extent and how should I reveal to Gino. -

- At the home of Gino Franco put to music. Begin again to dance all four
Franco begins to undress. The same thing wills definitely Gino with
you. When he will march your blouse, you must purge your bra and you'll
surprise him. -

Gino brings me to dance before I can respond. He shakes, kisses me and
tells me he wants me. As I agree with Paula, I say to him, I feel like it
too.

At the end of the dance we met all four, ready to leave the room. Arrived
at the home of Gino, put the music and started dancing. Gino kissed me
passionately, I returned I with transportation. I was in ecstasy. I wish
that those moments would never end. I was sorry that a little later it
would all end.

Franco and Paola were almost bare now. Gino had not yet tried to
undress. He had unbuttoned his pants. Now I felt even better, his cock hard
to bet against my belly. Paola was now completely naked. Franco was
slipping off her panties. She had a cock already fully erect and pushing
Paola, against the back of a chair. She with her hand took the
bird. Rubbing it on her pussy.

Gino meanwhile, took off the underwear. Guided my hand on his dick hard. It
was wonderful to hear that trunk of flesh between my fingers. I held him
and began to caress him.

I hoped that he not started to undress me. I did not want that magic moment
was over. I saw Franco put the bird in the pussy of Paola. I stroked his
cock as we kissed passionately. Paola with crossed eyes, was distraught, I
was there and was enjoying watching her.

Gino took my head between her hands and stopping to kiss me pushed my head
down. I found myself with my face in front of his cock hard. He pushed me
toward his cock and my lips on his chapel.

I felt Paola, ask Franco to push harder, to break her. I narrowed my lips
to the chapel. He drove; I found his turgid penis between my lips. I liked
and I did get even more into my mouth. I began to suck.

I heard Paula and Franco scream with pleasure.

Sucked ever more vigorously, while stroking his balls. I loved it sucking
the cock. I had lost all control, I thought only to suck and lick that
beautiful bird.

I did not mind, feel Gino, between gasps of pleasure, urging me to suck
harder, saying:-

-Suck-fag. Sucking fagot stronger. -

I realized that he knew I was not a real woman. The thing, in a sense,
excites me, even more. He had courted me, knowing what I was.

After a while I found myself next to Paola who crouch next to me and told
me your ear:

-Do you like honey? Like the bird. True? -

I continued to suck in ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Franco had approached. Paola took the bird of Franco, it was big
but flabby, and she brushed my cheek, saying:-

-Taste even this treasure. Bring him back hard. -

Gino pulled his cock from my mouth, Paola Franco's cock slipped between my
lips. It was a different feeling because it was still limp, but in some
ways was even more exciting, I could, to let, all that sausage in my mouth,
up to sink my face in his crotch hair.

But soon it back hard, with the corner of my eye I could see Gino, who was
sweeping furiously Paola. It thrilled me to death. I was in a trance.

Franco was holding my head with his hands and drove up and down along his
rod. I felt that it was coming. I tried to draw back but he would not let
me. Exhaust his semen in my throat. For a moment I missed the air. I
swallowed it all. I liked it. I loved it. I was female.