Before Christine’s plan for herself and her wife Astrid can be finally planned, it’s Five O’ Clock and, in this house, whenever possible, Five O’ Clock means a Fuck. Sometimes a very short tempestuous one, sometimes a long, luxurious lingering one. Tonight, Andy thought, in view of the day’s exertions in the village, it promised to be the long lingering, luxurious kind. As she climbed the stairs, Christopher thought differently.

Chapter 9 — A plan is decided

Astrid had climbed the stairs and progressively shed different pieces of her outer-, then her under-wear, leaving them at different places up the stirs. The bra and panties, she kept on into the bedroom where, in the minute or so before her wife arrived, she was able to touch-up her lipstick and brush her hair. The shedding of the clothes was certainly erotic. The shoes were cast off immediately — outer wear suited to country walks. They could be replaced with her stilettos later. The rolling of the stockings down to her ankles and then their hanging on the stairs was pure luxury.

The skirt and then the blouse were lovingly placed where Andy’s ‘husband for the night’ could not fail to pick up if he wanted access to their bedroom. So, when Christopher entered, there he found Astrid, standing at her dressing table in just her bra and panties, oh, yes, and the stiletto-heeled shoes she loved so much. Andy was finishing the re-touching of his lipstick before brushing the hair that would, tomorrow, be the bridge between the couple and Heidi, their ‘mole’ in village society.

Christine stood in the doorway to the bedroom and said nothing, just admiring her ‘wife for the night’. Pretending not to notice, Astrid picked up the hairbrush that lay on the dressing table and, looking straight into the vanity mirror, carefully lifted three or four curls from around the crown of her head and back-brushed them, everso gently, just to give some renewed height and style. Tomorrow, highlights will make me look so much more girly, Andy thought to himself. He could hardly wait.

Still in his male attire, albeit with the unbuttoned shirt which Astrid had disturbed, Christopher was still very much the male. Christine’s tits were uncomfortably bound and her chest was notably flat compared with the ample breasts that Andy admired and loved to fondle so much. Andy turned and, with a brief startling motion, reacted to a man seeing him dressed as he was, near naked, in heels, in only his bra and panties. Christine looked so much the male.

A beautiful satin dressing gown was draped across the back of the chair and was only a hand length away, so Andy swept it from its resting places and swirled it around himself, thus emphasizing the femininity of the Astrid he had become.

Christine stepped forward, removing her shirt as she did so. The trousers she wore were tightly belted around her waist and it was only a heartbeat before the belt was released and the trousers fell to the floor. Beneath, Andy saw that Christine had the most beautiful pair of white lacy panties and her maleness seemed to melt away. His wife’s femininity made the most sudden come-back imaginable. Her tits were indeed bound, and cried for release, and her panties invited a tongue to push them aside. Astrid’s tongue was, indeed, very ready.

Christine raised her right hand and ran her fingers through her slicked-back hair, ruffling it into a tousled mess, neither manly, nor girly, but inviting to the touch. In an instant, the couple engaged in a deep and long, and quite penetrative kiss.

--oo00oo–

The explicit content that might have appeared here
may be read in a separate chapter, 9B, should readers
wish to know how the hour or two that followed
brought two women together at the end,
(but through what transitions in between?)
The Five O’ Clock Fuck was indeed luxurious.

--oo00oo–

As the two lovers laid back in the after-glow of their passions, now woman and wife together, they shared a deep bliss that passed their awareness. It was unimaginable that they could be otherwise. They loved eachother so deeply. They knew eachother’s sources of delight. And they indulged them.

Five O’ Clock fucking lived on!

Andy and Christine lay on their bed. Christine uttered the most welcome word that Andy could have wished to hear.

“Martini?! said his wife.

“Ooooh, a large one…. Please!” he replied. He watched as Christine rose from the bed and steeped into her wedge-heeled fluffy, feminine bedroom slipper. Her “brothel creepers”, she called them. Andy resolved to get her to buy him a pair for his next birthday. She swept off to find the martini bottle, two glasses, some lemon slices and some ice.

“Ice” said Andy to himself. He had heard of all sorts of interesting things that can be done in bed with … ice! More so, he remembered kissing Christine’s pussy with an ice cube in his mouth…. It had driven her wild. Maybe he would do that again before long!

Before long, she was back, two glasses in hand, the ice chinking in the glasses that were misted in frost. “To enjoy these,” whispered Christine, you need… no, we both need, lipstick! So, rather than sit on the bed, she rose again and went to the vanity mirror and its collection of joyful treats below. She picked up “his” deep crimson crá¨me, and then her own brighter pink creation. She returned to the bed and began to colour Andy’s lips once again. How much he adored the smell and the flavour! He closed his eyes and just “went with the flow”.

Christine did the same for her own lips and rolled them inside to set the colour before briefly licking over the upper and then the lower lip. Ready for action….!

But not yet. There were plans to be made and discussed.

The plan that was to be hatched for the following day was another such source of delight.

Potentially.

It might all go horribly wrong. It might be a total failure - one that might result in their being ostracized by the rest of the community for having dared to show their crazy, some might say perverted, sexual appetites. But potentially, it might open the community to untold enjoyments, sources of mutual pleasure and changed relationships for the future.

They hoped it would be the latter. They believed the community was ready for its inhibitions to be released and conquered.

“So, by the time we have both had our hair done tomorrow, you expect that we will have been taken into Heidi’s confidence about several couples, perhaps the ones we have seen or met briefly. She will have told us all she knows about the ways they amuse or entertain themselves. With encouragement, she will have told us what she knows of their sexual interests……” Andy summarized, seeking confirmation. “… And what do you intend to do with this knowledge?”

“Well, I have gone further than this…. What you don’t know is that, while you’re in the hairdressers being made to look even more lovely by Heidi, and perhaps quite semi-permanently,
I shall be busy in another direction.” Christine had a surprise up her sleeve.

“How so, and with whom?!” countered Andy, unsure of where this was leading.

“It’s my intention to meet Bev when she leaves work at the pub. It will be shortly before your appointment at the salon, so I will have plenty of time, always supposing that Bev will give me the time I need. I’ll have plenty of time to get the same information off her, so we can compare notes.” Christine had really thought this through. In her guise as Christopher, who is a complete stranger to the village, there was the real chance that Bev might not see through her masculinity. Bev might even like to feel she was being seduced.

If she were, so much the better! thought Christine.

Andy’s remembering of Bev was so fixated on her tits that he was lost in thought for a moment.

Christine had seen this idea of talking with bev while Andy was being pampered I the hairdressers as a way to get in with Bev in front of Andy who, she knew, fancied Bev like he was on high octane gas! But Andy could do nothing while he was having his hair highlighted and set by Heidi, now could he… or she?!

“Fair game.” Mused Andy, resolving that he would, one day, by hook or by crook, have those tits of Bev’s in his teeth! “Look, we have to start somewhere…. Tell me again, how you see us finding out about everyone else’s secrets.”

Christine had plans that Andy didn’t know about. In fact, she had been plotting this for some weeks. She had become a little bored by county living, even if it was only at weekends. It needed spicing up and the last 24 hours had confirmed in her mind that now was the time to ruffle a few feathers. “Tomorrow, we spend time with the two people we know who know most everyone in the village. If anyone knows a secret, it will be one or other of them. So, we need to ask probing questions and rely on the answers to tell us what to ask next.”

“Ok, Ok,….” cut in her husband, “.. but what if we get nowhere…?”

“Then, you, my husband, lying there in your underwear, will be asking the wrong questions! I’ll have none of that negativity. You…. (she paused)….. You… have to make sure you get the answers we need…..”

“ It’s not rocket science…….You have to start with general things about the village. Is it a sleepy place? Is everyone like close to other people?....... or are they all comparative strangers? Where do they get together, if they do? Does anyone organize get-togethers? What do they do there? Is it all frightfully Churchy and goody-goody? Or is there more going on? Just get them talking. I suspect they’ll do the rest, especially if they, themselves, are game players.”

“ok, ok…. So, when do I come clean about my… er, our, little secrets then? Is that the way to get them to open up? I mean, you do intend that I come out of the hairdressers fully disclosed as a guy who likes doing what I do….. er, what we do? Right? I mean, I’m easy with that….. “

“Of course, it’s a way to be paved for us to walk down. I see the end of the road being a truly open community where we’re just the Orchestra Conductors and the rest of the village is playing the tunes. In case you’re harbouring any hope that Heidi hasn’t already ‘sussed’ you as a crossdresser, I think the sooner you get round to that, the better…. If she doesn’t get in first!” Christine was convinced.

“And yet you think that Bev didn’t clock you as a girl in brogue shoes and country trousers?” Andy simulated amazement. “She must have been blind…..”

“Cheek!!” exclaimed Christine. A moment ago you were saying how good I look as a guy….. You should be careful or I might decide to stay like that for longer… Just because I’m back here on the bed with you.. girl-to-girl…..!”

So the discussion went on, with Christine coaxing Andy towards the open questioning that he was to be using with Heidi and at the same time, making herself sure about her approach to Bev.

“Now, the crucial questions are concerned with who are the people who are most open to ideas in the direction we want them to go. Right?” Christine was certain. Andy seemed less so.

“Well, yes, I guess so, but you haven’t explained your vision of where that place is that we want to go…. To find ourselves in….. with some of these people…. Or all of these people?”

“Well, to take the last point first, my answer is “the more the merrier”. It will work ok with just two or four…”

“What will??!!...” interjected her husband again….. “What is ‘IT’??”

“It, my lover, is a free and open village where we may all be wedded to one man or woman but we all enjoy learning about the various ways we each like to explore different forms of love-making. I don’t mean it’s a Swinger’s Paradise, I mean it’s a learning opportunity. Something where we can go away, if we want, to enjoy other things that we may never have thought of doing with eachother.”

Now, at last, Andy understood. “So, I can be Andy, and I can be Astrid, whenever I want without anyone worrying? I like that idea. If there’s another Astrid in the village, I’ll be happy, and like your Christopher, there might be another one of him….”

“I expect there will be at least one of each, if not more… and there will be some that have never thought of trying our games themselves — who will end up finding there’s nothing quite like it!” Christine helped Andy understand more of her vision……

Still laying on their bed, where the sex had been so satisfying, Christine began. “So, let’s just think again about what we know so far about the people we share this space with…. It might help us ask the right questions of Bev and Heidi.”

Andy started it first. “What do they all do? Let’s assume, is enjoy a healthy fuck now and again?”

“Again and again if they’re lucky! Christine agreed. “Yes, indeed, like the next-door neighbours, Cathy and Johnny. They seem to be modern and open people, from what we know after a year of their being in that house. Has Cathy ever tied Johnny to the bed and given him a blow-job???? I’d say of course she has….I mean, I’m sure she’s giving him a blow-job most weekends, but tying him up??.... She might be, but I may not know her well enough to ask….yet! I envisage getting to know her much better.”

“Hmmm……” Andy was thoughtful. “If Johnny ever submitted to bondage games, I’d think he would get deeply interested in that science and want to do lots of experiments. I said before, I do think he’d really be one to appreciate her dressing in a very sexy way, maybe a film star way…... You said you’d think she’d make a good Julia Roberts, didn’t you? The red hair really is beautiful….” Cathy was a fiery redhead and Andy’s fetish for hair was easily indulged. “She might have some leather stuff to make herself in control.”

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Christine was absent-mindedly stroking Andy’s hair and forehead as they talked. She reflected on the attractiveness of this man in her arms. Who, just a year or two ago, would have thought that she would be loving such a carefree and happy-go-lucky guy who was equally at ease as male or female? She had never set out to find such a person. It was just pure luck that they had found eachother. And pure luck that he had disclosed his enjoyment of playing in female clothing when they talked one time about their deepest most confidential yearnings. He wanted to be a man, of that there was no doubt, but he wasn’t confident of being male. His sexual prowess was always under threat from his own low confidence and low self-esteem. That, alone, however, didn’t account for his tendency to act in a feminine manner. Not at all. That was much more derived from his love and admiration of the women he had met, worked with, dated and loved. None had yet encouraged him in his feminine leanings. None, that was, until Christine herself had given him the freedom to express himself. She loved him hugely! He loved her for all she was, both as a man and as a woman. She was delighted to accept that.

--oo00oo--

Unmarried, it was clear that Cathy and Johnny were secure partners, in a long-term stable relationship. He did work away from home a lot so they were known as ‘arms length’ lovers. Both had successful jobs, his taking him travelling overseas quite often, hers mainly UK-based. He was “something in Financial Services”. She was a Buyer for a couture house.

“She spends a lot on clothes and always looks very well turned-out. I guess much of that comes from the place she works in London. I’ve seen they have an outlet in Oxford and the clothes in there are very expensive indeed.” Christine mused, not without a little jealousy. “She has a hundred pairs of shoes, I kid you not, and I would love to have every single one of them!”

Andy laughed “Ah! The Imelda Marcos of the Cotswolds!! There will be pairs and pairs of high-leg leather boots with long, long laces and spikey heels! I think I’d love some myself! Maybe, one day, darling, you can buy me some…. Better still, you can take me shopping to buy some!”

“I’ve only had one conversation with Cathy since they’ve been in the house. It was not long after they moved in. She told me all about her work in the couture house and the models they have to have the clothes on for catwalk shows and stuff. She sounded quite envious and explained that she did like theatrical pastimes. I’m not sure if she actually acts in the plays but she’s involved with local ‘AmDram’ productions, for sure. When we can, we should engineer a meeting with her, maybe with, or maybe without him, and find out more. theatrical women have ‘hidden depths’ you know!”

“I’d be pleased to get in the deep end with her!” said Andy, again crossing the penalty line for Christine in the jealousy stakes. “Your penalty for that is that you shall cook dinner tonight!” Christine would hear no protest. She would, she said, sit back and watch as Andy did the cooking…. While she, relaxing with another Martini, would gently masturbate in front of her wife.

It was going to be one of those nights.

--oo00oo–

After dinner, and a little more foreplay for their eventual retirement to bed, the lovers resumed their discussions about what they should find out about other couples in the village.

Chapter 10 will explore a little more background to neighbours and those that Christine and Andy were now pursuing.