This is the second and final part of a story I wrote a few days back. I have added a second part as I was contacted by several people asking me to.
One also said it was unbelievable that someone would make a choice like that, so quickly. I have addressed that here.

I know my spelling and grammar can be a bit taxing. I have asked someone to review this for me. I will edit it when they have checked it.
On some sites I have had people criticise my spelling when I use words like Colour , Criticise, Feminise, and realise. In British English these are correct spellings.

The pronouns may be difficult to keep track of, but it's difficult when you have a guy dressing as woman, feels like a woman, thinking back to when he was a guy.

A Housewife Forever? Part 2

They woke an hour later, it was four o’clock.

David lay there spent and satisfied. Now the lust was gone he realised how crazy he must be to agree to being Peter’s wife. It was the need of being wanted by a man that led him to say yes. He was after all David not Davina.

“How are you, Beautiful?”

“Peter listen, I know what I said earlier but..”

Peter cut her off.

“Before you say anything else, let me show you what being my wife will be like. Just stay with me until tomorrow.”

David checked his phone, there were no urgent emails or anything he needed to do. He thought back to how he felt earlier. He would love to feel that way again.

“Follow me.”

They walked down the corridor passing various doors.

How many rooms does this place have, David thought.

Peter opened the door at the end of the corridor. The room was huge with a double glass door opening out onto a balcony. It was tastefully decorated, and unmistakably feminine.

“This was Chloe’s room. I couldn’t bring myself to clear it out when she died. I think everything is how she left it before she went to the hospice. Cancer is a terrible thing.”

Davina squeezed his hand and said sorry.

She felt like a woman again comforting an upset friend.

“If you stay with me all this will be yours, but I would like you to sleep with me every night . I did not sleep often with Chloe, I loved her but there was no sexual attraction. It wasn’t her fault, she wasn’t my type. You are.”

She understood.

"Have a look through her clothes and choose a nice outfit. There is a Jacuzzi in the en-suit, have a bath and get ready. I’ll come see you at six.”

She couldn't believe it, it was her dream to have free access to a woman’s collection of clothes. It felt slightly odd, as Chloe was dead, but they would have only ended up in a charity shop or been thrown away.

She found a large selection of skirts, tops, blouses and dresses. She tried on several pair of shoes. Some fitted well, some pinched. Then she saw some two inch high, stiletto heeled boots. She loved boots. They fitted! She could feel herself getting hard again. This could all be hers. Her bedroom, her clothes.

She thought of lingerie. She quickly opened the drawers. The top draw was full of the laciest frilliest underwear she had ever seen. All top quality. Agent Provocateur, Janet Reger, La Perla and more. Chloe must have been a real girly, girl.

Davina thought of her wife’s underwear draw. Big cotton granny knickers and cotton bras. She picked out some vintage Janet Reger French knickers, they were black silk with delicate white lace at the legs. She ached to wear them. Another drawer revealed bras and suspender belts and stockings. She saw seamed, patterned and fishnets, in a variety of colours. Not one pair of tights.

She looked through the dresses again. She saw a red knee length dress and fell in love with it. Once she had it on she realised it was too tight around her waist, it looked wrong. She searched the remaining drawers and found foundation garments. Panty girdles, corselets and open bottom girdles.

She found a black lace up corset. She had seen youtube videos showing how these were worn, but thought she would ask Peter for help.After a bath with some scented oils she felt fresh. She slipped into the French knickers and called Peter.

“Are you ready honey?”

“No I just need a hand with something.”

She had the corset around her and was trying to pull the laces. Peter saw what she wanted him to do. He stood behind her and tugged on the laces until nearly four inches disappeared from her waist. As he pulled she felt his member brush her legs through his trousers.

“You randy old sod. Down boy.”

“Sorry can’t help it.”

“I’ll be down in about an hour.”

She threaded the suspenders through the knickers, and attached some 10 denier barely black nylons. When she took the dress from the wardrobe she had seen a blond wig. It looked amazing. It was much better than the cheap one she had. She took it off the foam head and felt it. It was real human hair. It must have cost hundreds.

She took her time with the makeup, although the expensive stuff on the dressers made her look better than she ever had. Her own makeup was borrowed or from the pound shop. With the wig in place she looked at herself in the full length mirror. She almost sobbed. She looked every inch a woman. The corset made the dress flair out at the hips. The gauzy material seemed to float around her legs.

She looked through the shoes. Open toed strappy sandals? No she had painted her nails, but not her toes. Red court shoes would be best. In the end she went for the black ankle boots. They looked raunchy.

It came to her how much fun this was, choosing her look. She had never really done much beyond choosing which tie to wear as a man. She really loved this.

Peter heard her heels clip clopping on the wooden stairs. He look up and saw a vision carefully descending. He had tears in his eyes when she stood beside him.

“You look just like her.”

“Sorry, I’ll change, I thought you said that..”

“No silly, that was a compliment. You look so feminine. It’s the wig, that all. You are perfect. Wait here I’ll be straight down.”

Peter came back down holding a red handbag.

“What’s that for?”

“We’re going out for dinner.”

“No, I can’t, I’ve never been out in the daylight before.”

“Trust me, no one will think you’re a man. They may think about getting into your knickers, but you’re mine.”

He practically dragged her out to his Porsche. Her stomach was doing flip flops.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to talk. I will order. You just sit there and look pretty.”

When they arrived at the quite country pub, the Three Horseshoes, she was shaking .Peter parked the car and ran around to open her door.
She was in a trance as they walked towards the door. She saw their refection in the window. They made a handsome looking couple.

Again, he opened the door for her. This was another thing that added to her feeling feminine. She loved it. She could live like this every day of her life now if she chose.

Peter led her to a table in the corner near an open fire. There were only a few people up at the bar, otherwise it was empty. She felt a little calmer now. She remembered to brush her dress under her as she sat. He handbag went on the empty seat next to her. Peter gave her a broad smile.

“You OK babe? You’re doing fine.”

She looked in his eyes and could see his concern. He really cared. She had not felt that for so long. She could feel herself falling for him. It was not like when she fell in love with her wife. She longed to please him and have him wrap his arms around her and protect her.

As the barman came over to take their order. She crossed her legs and the dress rode up showing her stocking top.

“Excuse me, can you take our order? Or are you not finished looking at my wife’s legs?”

The barman looked embarrassed and fumbled for his order pad.

Peter winked at her, and she stifled a giggle.

They chatted quietly as they waited for the food. Peter touched her hands and gazed into her eyes. David had never had anyone look at him with lust in their eyes. Davina could tell Peter wanted to drag her home and have his way with her. It was so different on the other side of the fence.

She noticed other things too. The smell of her sweet perfume hung in the air around her. The lipstick stain on the glass. All this reeked of femininity. She just had to agree and this would be her life. She ached for it. However insane it seemed, she wanted it.

“If you agree, you need not do any house work, I could hire a maid if you want.”

“No, if I agree I would want to take care of you. Anyway I could be your maid if that turns you on.“

Peter laughed at that.

“What you mean as that you have fantasies about being a sexy French maid, don’t you?”

On the way back in the car she was relaxed. She was thrilled that she passed easily. She had even used the ladies and chatted to a women in there. She had asked Davina if she had a hair brush she could use. She had found one in her handbag. The women had even complemented her hair.

Peter's hand kept straying from the gear stick and brushing her right leg. She felt a jolt of pleasure when he did this. She felt her cock graze the silk of her knickers. It felt so sensual in these clothes. The taught suspenders tugging against her stockings, her feet arched and pointed in the boots. She felt so sexy, she did not want it to end, ever.

When they were back in the living room of the house, Peter wrapped his arms around her and drew her in for a deep kiss. She looked up into his eyes and melted inside and accepted his invading tongue. His hands cupped her buttocks, hers went around his neck. He broke off the kiss.

“I’m falling in love with you. Please say yes.”

She knew now she would. She had lived her life and denied her true nature. She had lived her life to suit others. Well no more. What time she had left was Davina’s.

“Well that depends on if you can make me come, lover boy.”

Peter pushed her back on the sofa. He slipped her dress up to her waist. His hands found Davina’s small erect cock poking out of the lace covered leg hole. His mouth went down and sucked in the head.

Davina nearly screamed. She had not had a blowjob for years. None of the men she had met had been interested in that part of her. Her wife stopped that soon after they were married.

Peter teased the whole length out. He massaged her balls with the lace and silk of the knickers. Davina went cross eyed, she felt she was going to blow. She called out.

“I’m going to come!”

Peter stopped.

“Calm down, I want to be in you when you do. Come sit on my lap. Her boots scrapped and clicked on the floor as she sat on his lap. Peter searched her handbag and found a tube of lube.

“What was that doing in there?”

Peter nibbled her ear, kissed her neck and whispered in her ear.

“You may have felt randy on the way back from the pub. I was a boy scout, be prepared.”

He lifted her and gently slipped one finger, then two inside her. She was more relaxed than earlier. He put a generous amount on the tip of his own rock hard cock.

“I want you to gently sit on my cock, do it at your own pace.”

Davina pulled the gusset of her knickers to the side and lined herself up with Peter’s pole. Slowly she slipped down it. There was almost no pain. She was relaxed and soon she had the whole of his member inside of her. She was resting fully on his lap. She felt full and satisfied, Peter’s hot breath was in her ear.

“Fuck yourself babe, fuck yourself on your husband’s cock.”

She slowly moved her body up and down his cock. On the downward stroke it grazed her prostate and sent a shiver that was building to an orgasm. Peter started to thrust into her to meet her. She could feel him swelling. He would not last much longer.

She thought of living like this for the rest of her life, being cherished, loved and lusted after. Wasn’t it time she lived for herself? This is what she wanted. It felt right. It was right. It had taken fifty five year to realise this is who she was.

Peters left hand squeezed her nipple, she was groaning.

“Oh yes, pleeease!”

His right hand grasped her hard rod through the silk. He rubbed the smooth silk of her underwear against her slim cock.”

“I’m coming, Ohhh!”

Her bottom constricted around his cock as she came. This drove him over the edge and he shot a huge load of his hot manly semen deep inside her.”

After she caught her breath, she felt him becoming soft inside her. She looked down and saw a white stain on the front of her knickers. How do you get semen out of silk? She thought. That’s a housewife’s problem she supposed. That was her problem.

He eased her off of him and raised her. She was still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. He wrapped his arms around her and looked down into her eyes.

“Well then?”

“Yes, I want to be your housewife, forever.”