The Virgin Tranny & the Bride Ch. 03
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My transvestite friend Roberta continues her true tale of transformation and dominance from her bisexual neighbours' as she becomes a form of sex slave both in the privacy of their home and also on the streets.
Initially attracted to Margaret and her sexy underwear Roberts' secret was discovered by sex starved Margaret. She dressed in her bridal gown for his first ever sexual intercourse and gets excited about sex in public places. Soon after they are caught by husband John who had found photographic evidence of their sexploits.
Margaret has always had her doubts about John's fidelity and sexuality and soon discovers he is bisexual as well as seeing a girlfriend, Sarah, for oral sex. Robert becomes Roberta and she and Margaret are encouraged to perform for John's viewing pleasure with girlfriend Sarah.
Step by step John is gaining control.
The following Friday I dressed in the schoolgirl uniform Margaret had given me, white blouse and short grey pleated skirt and my white stockings and suspenders. I was waiting at the garden gate for John to come home. I was not exactly willing but Margaret gave me a couple of vodkas and reminded me of the brown envelopes John had and always threatened to send to my parents with incriminating evidence within. Although I still looked like a boy I was now called Roberta and had to wear ladies underwear at all times with Sarah, John's girlfriend, making sure I went to college with them on. She would meet me at lunchtime and I would have to prove to her that I had carried out John's instructions. A disused shop on the main High Street became our rendezvous point and we would disappear into the close to the rear of the shop where I would expose myself to her and then lick her pussy as a gesture of thanks for keeping my sexy secret.
Margaret and I had slept together all week in her bed. She told me some secrets and apologised continuously for getting me to get into such difficulty.
"I knew John was bisexual before we married but I dismissed the note I received. It was sent to me five weeks before the wedding and the message inside was done with newspaper words telling me to have second thoughts because he was gay. But I loved him and wanted to be with him so I ignored it. I thought it came from a jealous girl or maybe even his mates having a bit of a laugh but the note always played on my mind and there were times when I would wonder just exactly what he would be doing when he was away for a whole week on his salesman job. He might have been cheating on me but I would never know. He was great when we were together and we had some great intercourse, nothing else. Then he asked me to suck him one night. I was still wondering if he was bisexual and just couldn't put his dick in my mouth. I asked him to lick me first and he refused also. It was our first disagreement, which was made even worse a few weeks later when I saw him in the car with another girl. Was it her who had sent the note?
Then one night I came home early from my sisters. The garage doors were open and the rear of the car was sticking out onto the street. I could hear giggling as I approached so, very cautiously I peeked around the door. I was shocked, the interior light was on and I could see both of them naked but could not get a proper view from where I was. I couldn't believe he could be so foolish to bring another girl so close to the house. I went for a walk, I still loved John and I loved our new house. I tried to think of ways to keep us together rather than run off.
That night I sucked him off. It took him a long time to cum and I knew he had probably fucked the girl but I wanted to show him that I loved him so much.
All during the following week the scene in the garage tormented me. I wanted to see what she did for him and what he did for her. I had a look around the garage several times wondering how I could do it and then it suddenly struck me. The garage was wooden – so all I did was get the electric drill and drill a hole at my eye level in the rear wall and then I could stand in the garden and peek through at them, rather like 'What the Butler Saw'.
Friday night arrived and I was actually excited as I got ready to go to my sisters and John was getting ready to meet his mates. I made sure I went first and then hid next door in your parent's garden, Robert, until he drove past and then I went home. When darkness fell I waited in the spare bedroom with the light out until the car arrived back. When John did not appear within five minutes I very quietly made my way to the rear of the garage. I was shocked at what I saw. The front of the car was only just inside and the girl was lying naked across the bonnet with her legs wrapped around my husband's head. He gave her such a good time and then he slipped on a condom and they had sex. I watched every moment of it. They seemed quite mindless of where they were, John probably quite confident that the barrier he had had erected at the end of the street would prevent anyone from catching them. (It was erected to keep out carloads of punters and their hookers from using our quiet roadway.) John and the girl, Sarah, had a great time and as I watched I found myself easing open the waistband of my skirt to give my hand easier access to my pussy. I began to get off as I watched my husband with another woman but, thankfully, they finished before I really got going.
As she left I was further astonished to find that Sarah was wearing no clothing under her coat, only her sexy stockings and suspender belt.
When John arrived home I pretended I was sleeping. Actually my mind was still reeling from what I had witnessed and what I could do.
I began by hunting out my stockings and suspenders. John and I had met at a Fifties Rock and Roll club, I had all the circle skirts and petticoats and the sexy underwear too. I was wearing mini skirts at the time and I felt particularly sexy with my skirt just covering my reinvented stocking tops. I would go to and from work with no panties on and flirted with some of the men on the train. There was one I really let see that I fancied him, legs apart and all that, but he just sat and looked. I began buying more sexy underwear, negligees, mini petticoats, anything to try and attract my husband back to me. I sucked him regularly, even knowing that he had been with Sarah, but he still refused to lick me. On more than one occasion I was so close to demanding why with her and not with me? I knew that would be the end and just managed to refrain. Then something happened in my life and soon I had a new focus.
One night I was in the back bedroom and had just switched off the light to go back downstairs when I heard a bang. I knocked off the landing light and returned to the window of the room. It was grey dark outside but light enough from my darkened position to see you Robert in my garden with no clothes on. I watched as you walked around and then saw you kiss the two pair of panties I had on the line. You held them against your face as you masturbated and then kissed them again before returning to the shed where you made sure the door didn't bang as it had on your way out.
It was a Tuesday night and the following night you did the same and so I made sure that I had an item of some kind on the line every night after that. I knew you were ten years younger than me but had seen you watching me as you worked on my garden. Did he really fancy me? Would he lick me? Two of the questions I asked regularly as I watched, around the same time each evening, from my vantage point. I began to prepare for your visit, often standing in only my panties, the same panties you had kissed the night before now touching my pussy. As you masturbated I did too. I began to hang unused panties on the line just to see you. Then I gave you a satin mini slip and watched you remove it from the line and caress your body with it. Each time you seemed to get bolder until one night you stepped into my white one with all the lace frills and went for a little walk. From then on you began to wear my underwear and quite often as you came about the house in the daytime I wasn't wearing any, uncertain if I should make a move or not.
Your walks around the garden soon developed into one down the lane or out onto our cul-de-sac street with me dashing from one room to another to watch where you had gone. Quite often I would stand at the gate into the back lane and watch your shadow against the glow cast by the streetlights. Dressed in my panties and slips you seemed to enjoy masturbating as people walked past and I was masturbating to you having slipped off my coat to stand naked only a few yards behind you. One night, after a few drinks, I was halfway down the lane wearing only my sexy white satin and lace suspender belt and stockings. I wanted to be with you and I loved being outside so naked.
On one of your walks on the street from your gate to mine I rushed down stairs to the door. I put my eye to the security peephole only to find you standing just outside with my tiny panties wrapped around your cock as you masturbated towards the door. That was another time I nearly joined you but instead slipped my fingers into my eager love hole and watched you ejaculate in front of me.
By now I was going to the shops with only my sexy underwear on under my coat or completely naked. One time I was walking up the street feeling ever so sexy with my coat unbuttoned and flapping in the breeze. I slipped my hands into my pockets and then held it open like huge wings, my naked body fully exposed, just as you walked out of your gate. I turned around and away from you as I closed it but when we stopped to speak I was as near as anything to letting it fall open. I'd seen you naked so many times and I really wanted you to see me. After I had passed your gate I slipped off the coat and stood naked beneath a tree and watched you until you went out of sight.
Then when I became ill for around ten days you were my saviour, all those errands that you ran for me to the chemists and the shopping, it was inevitable that you were going to catch me in my nightclothes eventually.
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