Friday Night Maid - By: Diane Leonard

Parts 1 & 2

I am a Friday night maid. After a week of hard work, I relax by
dressing up in a sexy maids outfit and serving, pleasing and pleasuring
my wife. While she is out dancing with her friends, I am dressed up as
a Friday uniform waiting for my wife to return home. She doesn't like
my fetish, but this agreement, once a week seems to work for us. But
this last week was to be totally different.

It started out like any other Friday night session. I got home from
work and took a quick shower and a short nap. I was tired from a hard
week at work and slept longer than usual. My wife had already dressed
and left with her friends for a night of dancing on the town.

I start with a deep cleansing enema, so that I am totally empty inside.
This followed by my favorite part, a warm bath. Foaming, scented, and
very mentally relaxing. This allows my mind to relax and enjoy the
start of another wonderful evening. While in the bath, I shave my legs,
trim around my crotch, shaping the tuft of hair into a pretty little
heart shape. I closely shave my face, making sure to be perfectly close
and smooth everywhere. It works well, and I feel wonderful as I rinse
off and pat myself dry. Girls NEVER rub. Sensual scented lotion applied
everywhere and I am ready to start my transition.

Sexy black lace French cut panties, matching back hook bra is put on
and I relish the pleasure of the feelings that the material brings me.
My nipples swell and become erect as I position my self in my panties
to show a very femme front. Once tucked away, I place my silicone
inserts into my bra and make sure the nipples show thru the lace right
in the middle of the cups. Looking into the mirror, I softly caress my
breasts and hips, loving the feeling of once again; being the girl I so
cherish being.

Now that I am in my scanties, I apply my make up. Deep dark eyes,
colors around, lined and powdered. Smooth foundation, rosy
cheeks, and finally well lined, bright red lips with excessive lip-
gloss to make them all shiny and wet looking. I apply the sealer so
that the lips will not smear during my evening of play.

My nipples are so erect they itch. As I walk out into the bedroom, my
silicone breasts bounce so delightfully. I love the look and feel of my
now 38C breasts. Just the right size for my body frame. I am tall,
6'1", 175 lbs, hazel eyes and my hair is always reddish auburn. At this
time I use wigs, but one day, I hope to use my own hair. The wig has
bangs and is unlike any other I have ever owned. My wife got so mad
when she found out what I paid for it, but calmed down after a few
months. This will be the first night she will see me in it. The hair is
loose and hangs down below my shoulders.

I get out my waist cinch. Its black, cotton back satin. It goes from
right against the bottom of my bra, a little high in the back, and then
to just above my heart shaped crotch hair. It is high on the hips so
that it pulls in my waist line so much. As I tie it off, I look in the
mirror and wonder at how shapely I am now.

I get a brand new pair of lace top stockings and my two black lace
garter belts. I always wear two. One foreword and one backward so that
I have 4 garter straps on each leg. I slip the garter straps thru my
panties and let them dangle. Putting on off black, lace top stockings
are so sensual, almost orgasmic. I always position myself so that I can
watch myself, my face and how I look in the mirror as I enjoy the
sensual feeling of the material slipping up my newly shaved
and pampered legs.

My wife always objects to my painting of my toenails. She says it just
reminds her when I am not dressed that I do dress. I have always taken
the time to make sure they are the most sensual shade of red I can
find. They look so sexually enticing peeking through my sheer
stockings.

I stand and as I attach my garters to the stocking tops, I wiggle my
toes and enjoy the visual effect it has on me mentally. Those are my
toes. I can't wait for the rest of this to happen.

Now that my stockings are on, I sit and finish my nails. My false nails
are long, bright red and pointed. My wife says that only real women,
modern girls are allowed to have the new, and stylish squared off tips.
(sigh)I love my new nails but still, the rounded tips do tend to run my
stockings. My wife will not allow me to wear any jewelry other than
earrings. They are pierced, gold, and tiny dangly ones. They are not
very long but they do tend to draw attention to my neck and face.

I go to the closet, Diane's closet, and remove the maids uniform from
the closet and remove it from the plastic cleaners bag. My wife insists
on me taking it to the cleaners. She says if I am to wear it, I must
make sure it's clean. Her thoughts, I am sure, were to embarrass me
into not dressing because I had to take things out for cleaning. Sorry
honey, it did not work.

I hang it on the hook on the back of the bedroom door, and slowly,
almost religiously remove the plastic bag. This new uniform is the
sexiest I have ever dared wear. It was custom made for me. It is of the
best soft satin, jet black and very shiny. It has traditional white
lace around the neck, hem, and short puffy sleeves. The lace is not
overly large, just enough to show. I unzip the back and pull it from
the hanger. I softly shake it out, and then step into it, slowly
raising it up across my legs.

I always get goose bumps at this point. Slipping my arms into the
bodice, I finish setting it into place and then reaching around and
zipping the very tight, fitted dress onto my now shapely body. I take
the extremely femme apron, with the lace trim and tie it around my now
cinched, tiny waist with a very large bow in the back. I check the
mirror to make sure it's perfectly tied. I reach for and step into the
full petticoats, which puff out the skirt.

Finally the finishing touches. My white lace wrist cuffs, neck choker,
hairpiece and my jewels, my black 5-inch stilettos patent leather pumps
with ankle straps. The finishing touch is perfume, obsession, neck,
cleavage, inside of thighs, back of knees, and ankles.

Finally, I am ready. I stand, and glide (I have lots of practice in
this pair of heels) to the mirror. My eyes are drawn to the impressive
cleavage I can create with my fleshy chest, held tight by my black lace
bra. The neckline barely covers the lace of the bra and the skirt is
just set at the bottoms of my stocking tops when I stand still, but
when I walk or bend, the stocking tops will show. My wife loves to
tease me that I am in need of a man to show me that wearing skirts,
that short cause side effects. I giggled when she said that. I did not
want her to know that I had thought about that many times. But, alas, I
am always afraid to tell her my fantasies since she would probably
divorce me and leave. I love her so, and I only want to please and make
sure she is happy.

I am finally fully dressed, feeling so sexy in my uniform. Like in the
cartoons or the fetish art work. Unlike other Friday nights, I feel
that I did a magnificent job on my make up and feel I look truly
erotic. Its already 9 PM, and I begin my duties, which included,
lighting candles all over the house so that Susan would think romantic
thoughts when she got home. The duties, which I have assigned to
myself, included cleaning the last of the kitchen, vacuuming, dusting
around the upstairs, making the bed, finally satisfied with my work, I
return down stairs at just past 11 PM. I get a glass of white wine and
sit at the kitchen table and relax a bit. The sounds of the soft jazz
wafting thru the house when suddenly I hear a knock at the door and
then the doorbell.

What the hell am I going to do? She always lets herself in. I get up,
check the mirror. I seem to look OK. I walk to the door, peer thru the
viewer, but something is blocking the view. I can't see who is there.
The knocking and doorbell keep going, finally I hear her voice, "Diane,
open the door. Don't embarrass me with my guest!" A guest?

Reluctantly I open the door wide, say good evening and stand waiting as
she and this magnificent man walk in. He is 6'6" if he is an inch, 250
but no fat at all, maybe 40, dark hair with a hint of stylish gray at
temples, CEO executive looks. That suit must be $1,000 bucks. It fits
his masculine body so well. She just smiles, uses her finger to push up
on my chin like I am gaping and she walks past me and he says, "Good
evening Diane. Susan has told me so much about you. I am pleased to
meet you." And with that, he hugs me softly, and kisses me softly on
the lips, and walks past me into the sitting room with my wife.

"Diane, close the door and bring us some wine." I quickly shut the
door, and scamper to the kitchen get the bottle and 2 glasses and
return to the sitting room where they are seated on the sofa, not
intimately close, but not far either, barely 12 inches separate them on
that 8 foot couch.

I serve the wine, they are talking sex talk, what turns them each on,
and they begin to touch each other softly, tenderly like she use to
like me to do. They are ignoring me completely. I am truly the maid
standing at the ready, near the end of the sofa, hands folded in front
of me, legs together and feet in a models pose waiting to find out what
is going on. I didn't have to wait long.

"Diane, this is Tom. We met at the club tonight and hit it off right
away, but not in a way that you think. I want you to know that I found
your secret stash of fantasy stories and web sites and the photos you
have put your face on. Tom is a psychologist. We were talking about our
both being in the medical field, with my extensive nursing background;
he told me that he specializes in some interesting areas. Would you
like to know what they are Diane?"

"Yes, mam, I would like to know."

"Well, one of his interests is in the area of sexuality. He has treated
many children that show some transgender indicators, as well as adult
males who crossdress and those who show an interest in associating or
dating them. Well, you can imagine how I felt when he told me this. We
have talked about you all night and when I told him about our Friday
night arrangement, he asked if I would allow him to come home with me
to see this in person. How could I resist such a charming man? I mean,
after all, he was so nice, bought me dinner, and took me back to the
club. Well, I just gushed. I welcomed him to join me." She then
caressed his thigh and I could now see that he was so sexually aroused
that his manhood was clearly visible thru his pants. He was huge by the
indications.

"Susan, I must tell you that Diane is truly a beautiful woman. I mean
look at her. Standing tall, straight. Look how poised she is in her
heels. I presume they are 5 inch heels, yes?"

I nodded, embarrassed at what was happening, but then I was no longer
in control, Susan and Tom were. I was simply the maid. They were
talking about me as if I were ONLY the maid.

"Well, we have a few choices to make here, don't we Susan. I mean, with
Diane looking so beautiful and sensual, we just can't let her stand
here can we."

"No, I don't think that would be good Tom. Diane, go into your study
and bring out the good camera, tonight, we take
photographs of you. I have some wonderful ideas."

Camera? I never thought, but had always dreamed of it. When I came
back, they were kissing and caressing on the sofa. Again they ignored
me, and I just stood there with the 35 mm camera. For the next 30
minutes they had me posing, dusting, bending, serving them drinks, and
taking photos of me while I did all these things. We went thru 3 rolls
of film. Photos of my stocking tops, panties, down the front of my
uniform as I served, never showing the faces of the people I was
serving but always making sure that when my face could be visible, it
would be clearly in the photo.

About midnight, the doorbell rang again. Startled, I looked at Susan,
as if to say what should I do? "Silly girl, go answer the door and be
quick about it." Turning on my heels, I could feel Tom's eyes on my ass
and legs as I walked towards the door. I stood, looked thru the
eyepiece, and there was a man there. I opened the door, and asked, "May
I help you sir?"

His eyes opened very wide, and a smile grew and he was suddenly
beaming. "Yes, I am looking for either Tom or Susan. Is either of them
here? I am not sure I am at the right address. I wrote it down
quickly." He is fairly tall, still shorter than me in my heels, very
cute, mid 40's, almost like an artist. His hair is wavy, like you could
run your hands thru it and never muss it. It would return to where it
was. Whom may I say is here?" Suddenly I hear Susan say, "Diane, let
him in NOW!" I step aside and allow him to enter, close the door and
then say, "Follow me sir" and I being to walk towards where they were.
Now I am totally confused. I can feel his eyes on me, and put an extra
sway into my steps as I walk, my petticoats swirling so erotically
around my thighs.

The new man walks towards Tom and shakes his hand. "Thanks for calling
me and inviting me over, but I don't know why you called. I mean we had
our session today, and I am feeling ok."

"Roger this is Susan, our hostess and the lovely maid there is Diane."
He shakes Susan's hand, and looks at me and smiles, and nods. "Please
sit down Roger, Diane get Roger here a glass for his wine," Tom says,
as if he is in control of the house now. He is acting like the husband,
giving me orders and things to do.

I leave and return to the kitchen, wondering what is happening. I mean
now I am here, dressed as the maid, I have 2 men here and my wife is
totally enjoying herself. She is beaming, glowing, like a sexual glow.
She has not taken her hand off Tom's thigh, only to shake hands with
Roger.

I walk in and they are talking softly, I can't hear them until I am
closer and I hear the final comment . . "well, if you care to, or want
to, then I am sure neither of us have any objection. But again that is
your choice Roger. That is why I called you. I knew that this might fit
into what we have talked about many times. Your sessions seem to be
leading in this direction."

Roger's eyes have been on me since I returned, I bend from the waist,
serving him his glass of wine, and his eyes are completely glued to my
cleavage. His smile is larger still, if that is even possible. I return
to the end of the sofa and stand, clearly in Rogers view. He is eating
me up, alive, undressing me as if I were just a model or something.
Wondering what I had on under this outfit. I can see his eyes on my
legs, and I find myself moving so that the skirt moves, and exposes
hints of my stocking tops. I can't help it. It's almost like the
stories I have read. I began to tingle. I remember a story I read and
saved. Similar to this one but not exactly. In the story, the wife
brought a man home and made her femme hubby service him and then she
slept with the man the rest of the night and the hubby was sent to the
guest room to sleep alone. I clearly have no idea what is happening
here. For now, I will just stand here and see where we go.

Susan leaned over, whispered something in Toms ear, and then smiled.
"Yes Susan, that may be the way to go. Diane, excuse yourself and go
make sure that the guest room is made up with fresh
linens and pillows. Now scoot along and get that done. Hurry girl,
don't make me spank you."

Susan must have found that story, but this is not how it was going. I
mean, we have two men in here. Are they both going to sleep in the king
size bed in the guestroom?

I have so many thoughts running thru my mind as I make up the bed and
fluff the pillows. I turn down the covers, like in a hotel, and when
I am satisfied that it will please Susan, I return to the sitting
room.

Susan and Tom have moved very close now, and he has his arm around her
shoulders, his fingers tickling the outer portion of her left breast. I
can see she is aroused. Her nipples are clearly visible thru the soft
knit top she has on. Her hand is now ON his cock. Softly stroking and
rubbing. He is nibbling her neck and ear as I walk in, they both look
up and smile, and he then starts talking again.

"Diane, I want you to go to Rogers car, get out his over night bag, and
take it to the guest room. Then I want you to return here for further
instructions.

I have to go out side. The neighbors could see me. But what would they
see. Just a sexy maid I hope. I excuse myself, go out to the car, and
remove the small bag from the front seat, as I was leaning in, my
skirts came up and as a car drove by the young kids inside, slowed way
down and started hooting at me. My ass was fully exposed and the young
men could see it. I rose up and they saw me, whistled, and drove off. I
guess I looked ok. I returned to the house, put the bag in the guest
room and returned to the sitting room.

Tom's hand was inside my wife's top now, caressing her 36C breasts, her
eyes were closed. Roger just sat there watching, rubbing his pants at
the show that was being put on.

"Oh Diane, you are back, good. Stand in front of Roger, and let him
touch your legs, or anywhere else he wants. You may not refuse anything
with him. Do it NOW girl."

Slowly I step in front of Roger, and his smile is large, his manhood is
growing and I am excited. I have only dreamed of something like this.
But I never dared believe it.

Roger's hands started at my knees, and caressed softly, stroking,
caressing, teasingly slow, up my leg. His right hand now under my
petticoats, on my thighs. I have no idea if he knows that I am what I
am, but I am enjoying what his hands are doing so much, I do not care
anymore. Both of his hands run around behind me, start caressing my
ass, thru the sexy lace French cut panties. I can feel myself become
aroused and excited. I can feel myself growing wet with excitement. The
itching in my nipples is driving me crazy. I start to caress my breasts
thru my uniform and Susan yells, "Diane, stop that this instant. Only
Roger may be allowed to touch you, not yourself. Do you understand
girl?"

"Yes mam." My hands drop down to my lap, but Roger's hands continue the
teasing touches and caresses. My knees are weak. I glace over at Susan
and Tom, his right hand has now slipped up under her skirt, and I can
see his fingers rubbing her panties, pressing the material into her
body. Her panties are clearly soaked. Her hand is also busy, his fly is
open, her hand inside rubbing him. Clearly he is at least half again as
large as I am, but then for now, I don't have one. I am just the maid,
waiting, to serve and please.

I can feel Roger's hands on my panties now. Softly rubbing, exploring,
his face a wondrous show of emotions. He looks over at Tom with an
unspoken question. Tom smiles and then says, "Diane, lift your skirts
in the front. Put your hands under your
petti's and let Roger see your panties. Do it now girl."

I can't believe I am doing this, but I am. My hands blindly slip under
my full skirt and petticoats and pull the front up totally. Exposing
my brand new French cut black lace panties. Roger is delighted and
reaches in and pulls the front of the panties down and discovers my
heart shaped bush. He leans in and kisses it softly, running his tongue
thru the hairs, as far down as my pubic bone. My knees go weak and I
find it hard to stand but I do. I never thought it would feel this
erotic.

I mean, here I am, fully dressed as a French maid, a horny mans image,
of how she looks, long hair, low cut top, short skirt, sexy undies,
stockings stilettos. A man sitting in front of her as she stands with
her skirt up, and him exploring under it. And my lovely wife, making
out across from us, with her own man. Both sexually intent on pleasure.
I have no idea, what the hell I should do. Put my foot down, say stop
this now, resume my role as head of household, or live out the fantasy.
I am so sexually charged.

Just as Roger is starting to slip my panties down off my ass, Toms
says, " That's enough for now Roger. Diane, take Roger up to the guest
room and make sure he is comfy and ready for bed and then come back
here to me. Roger, you will not touch her sexually, you may kiss her
once, on the lips in thanks for helping you prepare for bed but then,
you will send her back. Take no more than 15 minutes. Diane, do it
now."

I went with Roger and showed him the large guest room, and as he came
in he asked if we could talk. "Yes Sir, I will answer your
questions."

"Tell me, are you really her husband? Are your breasts real? Have you
ever been with a man, I mean sexually? I have so much to ask."

With eyes cast down I reply, "Yes sir, I am her husband, only the flesh
you see is real, I wear inserts, and no, I have never even been seen by
a man before. Please, allow me to help you prepare for bed," she said,
"I have to be back in less than 15 minutes."

He smiled and nodded. I stepped up, and started unbuttoning his shirt.
My hands were trembling and I had trouble with his buttons. As I opened
his shirt, his chest was so hard, manly, and masculine. With his shirt
open, I licked my lips and touched his skin. The muscles were so
obvious. Suddenly realizing what I was doing, I stopped and removed
his shirt and went to the closet and hung it up. He was just standing
there, watching me in my stilettos. I could feel the heat on my
back. I returned and unbuttoned his dress slacks and asked him to sit
on the bed.

I kneeled and removed his shoes and socks and after folding the socks
neatly, and placing his shoes to the side I started to stand up but he
put his hand on my shoulder, keeping me there for a moment.

"Diane how do you feel right now, there on your knees in front of me?"
he asked as he eyed my generous cleavage, looking down into the top
of my uniform.

"I feel, afraid, but excited. I have never felt submissive, but have
always felt like I was more a passive romantic. Please sir, let me
complete my task so I can get back to them."

He smiled and stood up, then taking my hand, helped me up to my
stiletto clad feet and put his arms around me and hugged me softly, but
firmly. I could feel his hard chest pressing my breasts and his manhood
pressing down my petticoats and skirt. He was not huge, but I could
feel that his size was nice. He pulled away and softly kissed my bright
red lips, and said, "Continue Diane."

I pushed down his slacks and he sat again, and I pulled them from his
legs and again went to the closet to hang them up.

"Sir, do you sleep in anything special. I am required to assist you in
complete preparation for bed."

"No Diane, I just wear my underwear. Please go and thank your Mistress
for allowing you to assist me in getting ready for bed. Diane, have you
ever curtsied when dressed in your uniform?"

Suddenly I realized that I had not done that at all since they got
home. I lowered my eyes and then with my hands at the side hems of my
tiny skirt, I pulled them out, put one foot behind me, and did a
curtsy. "I am so sorry sir, Please forgive me."

He stood, walked over, kissed my cheek and said, "Diane, you never have
to do that with me, but I was curious. Now please, scurry along, and
return to your mistress."

I smiled, thanked him and as I turned, I made sure to put an extra
wiggle into my walk. I really liked him. He was so kind, cute, and
well, really sexy. He smelled so good. I could not get his scent out of
my mind, and when he walked to me in his white jockey shorts, he was so
hard and erect; I could not help but notice.

As I came down the stairs and entered into the sitting room where Tom
and Susan were sitting, I was surprised that Susan's blouse was fully
open and her front hook bra was unhooked. Tom's pants were open and
his manhood was exposed and they were both laughing and touching each
other.

"Mistress, I have returned."

They looked up, smiled and started to put them selves back in some
visual appearance of normalcy.

"Diane, go to the master suite and prepare the bed. Tom and I will be
there shortly."

Tom and I will be there shortly? I don't know what is happening, but
other than being upset about the thought that they are both going to
the master bedroom, they have been making out. I am strangely excited,
leaking yet I don't want this man in my bed. Not with my wife, but what
can I say? I mean, the maid can object? Is she testing me, teasing me,
taunting me with Tom's obviously masculine body and way of being?

I go to the master suite and turn down the king size bed. Now I wish I
had not put on fresh satin sheets. I had a total different outcome for
this nights ending. The satin sheets are a soft pink and so sensual
feeling.

I was leaning way over the bed, my ass in the air, fully exposed by the
petticoats when I felt a strong hand caress my ass and then probe
between my cheeks, pushing firmly into my virgin ass. I yelped and
stood straight up spinning quickly to find Tom with a huge smile on his
face and my wife giggling fully enjoying my embarrassment.

"Diane, help Tom get ready for bed. Undress him, I want to watch you
undress him and to know that you are preparing him for me. That you
know that soon, he will be in our bed, making love to your wife. I also
want you to know that for now, HE is the master of the house, not you.
After all, how could a sexy little maid be the master of the house?"

She giggled and then sat in the large love seat in the corner and
crossed her luscious legs. The legs that I always enjoyed pleasing. But
tonight, that was not to be. I could feel my cheeks start to burn with
embarrassment as I turned and removed Toms suit coat. I felt so weak
next to him. I have never had to look up to a man, and never as a
woman but being 2 inches taller than me in my heels, really set me
down.

I turned and hung up his coat in the closet, returned and removed his
tie, and his shirt. If I thought Roger was masculine, then Tom was
far above. It seems that he lifts weights, has a classic inverted
triangle. His shoulders and chest were huge, hard and pumped. I
looked up at him as I held his shirt and tie, and I just stared. He
smiled, nodded and said, "Yes Diane, you can touch my chest. I know
you will never have one like it and if things go as I presume they
will, you never will want one like this."

I reached out, putting the palm of my hand on his chest. It was so
hard, and his tiny nipples were hard. I could not resist. I leaned in
and kissed each one softly. As I pulled back I was flushed and
embarrassed that I had done that and quickly turned and hung up his
shirt and tie next to his suit coat. His clothing dwarfed my male
things in the closet. He was so masculine. I could not believe this was
happening.

I returned to him and asked him to sit on the bed. He did, and I
kneeled and started removing his shoes and socks. As I did this, he was
talking to me.

"Diane, how do you feel right now. Do you feel like a woman? A maid?;
Are you sexually excited? I bet you are. I bet your panties are very
wet right now, on your knees in front of the man who will soon be
making love to your wife, and not just once, but all night. Does that
excite you?"

I was blushing; knowing that most of what he said was true. My panties
were soaking wet and I could not believe that the story line in so many
of my stories were now coming true.

"Yes sir, I do feel like a woman, and your maid. Yes, I am very excited
and yes I can feel how wet my panties are. I am afraid of what will
happen with my wife and you. I don't really want her to be with you
sir, but I respect her as the Mistress of the house and as the maid, I
have no other choice but to agree to the decisions she chooses to
make. But yes sir, I am very excited that you will bring immense
pleasure to my wife tonight."

As I finished folding his socks, he stood up and looked down on
me. "Diane, remove my pants now, but do not get up after you do,
just fold them and lay them on the edge of the bed."

I reached up, removed his belt, and lay it on the bed. I opened his
trousers and as they slid down his legs, I notice that he was wearing
boxer shorts and that his manhood was semi erect and poking through the
slit in the front. Embarrassed, I looked down and folded his pants
and lay them on the edge of the bed.

He stood up, my face directly in front of his crotch, his growing
manhood protruding out of the slit in his boxers. I am like a deer
caught in the headlights, I can't move. I turn my head, and look at
my wife, she only smiles and beings to rub her thighs and up to the
bottom of her panties. Her fingers are rubbing now, softly,
sensually. Doing what I long to do, but right now, I do not have a
choice. I turn back and then look up at Tom. He is like a Greek
God, standing tall, masculine and rampant.

"Diane, I know you want to touch it. Caress it. Your wife has told
me about the stories you read on the Internet. This is no longer make
believe. No longer fantasy. This is real. This is now. Take my cock in
your right hand, hold it, and stroke it. Feel what a Real mans cock
feels like. Show me how a woman like you takes care of a man like me."

I reached up, softly caressed the flesh in front of me. It was so
big, and I could tell, not nearly as hard as it could get. My wife
was just watching in the corner. A huge smile on her face, her right
hand busy under her skirt, her left caressing her breasts. It was an
amazing sight. As my fingers with the bright red tips wrapped around
him, he started to grow. I could feel the heat. For some reason, my
panties were getting very wet. I could feel the cool material pressing
me, and I knew from experience what that means.

I looked up at him through the bangs of my wig, and he just smiled. I
knew what I had to do. My fingers and hand got a mind of their own and
started stroking him softly. He was already at least 7 inches and still
growing. I was so close; I could see the fluids start to emerge from
the slit. I really wanted to know what it tasted like. So many of the
stories had described it, but you can never really know until you do
it. I just had to. I started to close my eyes but then realized that I
really wanted to watch this up close.

My tongue slipped out of my lips, and started to softly swirl around
the huge soft, smooth head. I was amazed at how it felt on my tongue.
I mean the fleshy head seemed to blend with my tongue. Giving way to my
pressing. It was so smooth, and the feel of the ridge around the head
was so sensual. I could feel my nipples harden and grow more erect if
that were possible. I needed more and I confirmed that I was now going
to learn to be a cocksucker. I moved in, and with my eyes wide open, I
opened my lips and watched, as the furry crotch of my wife's new lover
grew closer to my face. His head slowly entered my mouth. I stretched
the jaw so low and deep that I thought it would lock and his flesh kept
entering until I suddenly pushed too hard and started to gag.

My wife started laughing so hard and loud that I knew I had to stop
and gain some composure. I never let go of it with my lips and finally
started slowly working it back and forth. Getting use to the feel, and
where it was. I was enjoying it. The taste was as wonderful as I had
expected or dreamed about, but just a little more tart than I thought.
But I loved it. I started sucking softly as I worked it back and forth.
I kept pushing deeper, I started hitting the back of my throat but kept
control of the gag reflex.

I was almost there. I needed to feel the short hairs rubbing my nose.
I needed to inhale his scent. I finally got tired of just part of it,
and took a deep breath and as I got to the back of my throat, I just
pushed as hard as I could. I felt a pop and suddenly, my nose was
rubbing his hair. I had all of him inside of me. I stopped, and tried
to look up.

My wife seemed to stop and started staring at me. His huge tool was
completely buried in me. I felt so elated, fulfilled, complete.
Reluctantly, I moved away. I needed air. I took a deep breath and
started sucking with all of my desire clearly visible. I started
sucking for all my life. Giving everything I had and it took only a
few minutes for me to complete this task. He grasped my head, very
tightly and started to pump and with in 20 seconds, he began to spew
his wonderful male seed into my now womanly face.

The first 3 shots were quick and enormous. I managed to swallow the
first; the 2nd filled my cheeks, the 3rd just made my mouth erupt. I
kept swallowing but there was so much, I only managed to contain about
2/3rds of it. Huge ribbons of his seed ran down from my lips onto my
ample cleavage and neck. My wife was hysterically happy. She started
clapping softly as if asking for more as if the stage play had more to
give. Tom was drained and as he sat on the bed, he pulled softly from
my lips. Still kneeling, I tried to catch my breath and started to use
my fingers to capture some of the fluids from my chin but I heard from
my wife, "Diane, don't you dare touch that." I turned and looked at her
as she began to walk towards me. Tom finally spoke.

"You never told me how good your new maid was at sucking cock. Has she
ever done this before?"

"Tom, you have no idea how many stories and photos, and mpg's she has
saved in her computer. Well my little maid, did you enjoy yourself so
far? You have so many things to do tonight. I just don't know where to
start. But I guess we need to start with cleaning you up."

With that, she grasped my arm, pulled me up and started pulling me to
our huge master bathroom.

"Remove your uniform girl. Do it now."

I turned and faced the mirror as I reached back and started to undo
the huge bow of my apron and I was shocked at what I saw. There in
the mirror was a maid with her masters cum all over her lower face
and breasts. Was that really me? I moved my hand and yes, it was
really me.

"Diane, I told you take that uniform off!" Shaken out of my spell,
I again started undressing. The apron off and folded, I watched as
the maid in the mirror reached under her skirt and removed her full
petticoat. She gracefully stepped out of it and set it on the counter.
She reached behind her self and unzipped her dress and as it fell away,
the sexy woman in the mirror appeared in her sexy undies. It was so
surreal, I could not believe it was really me in the mirror, with a
mans cum clearly visible on my face and body.

My wife stepped up and with a wash cloth, softly removed the cum from
my chin, neck and breasts. I could not move as she did this. It was
like watching a movie. I stood transfixed. As she finished, she said,
"Diane, remove all of your lingerie, I want you only in your panties.
Do it now!" And with that comment, she left the bathroom and closed the
door.

I sat on the toilette and caught my breath. This was happening so fast.
I mean, I wanted it to happen in my fantasies, but this was not
fantasy. It was REALLY happening. I reached down, unstrapped my heels,
stood up in my stocking feet and reveled at the pleasurable visual of
my painted toes in my stockings. Reluctantly, I unhooked my stockings
and sat again and lovingly rolled them down my smooth, shapely,
hairless legs. As if by ritual, I folded and placed the stockings next
to the apron and began the undressing.

"Well, I guess tonight is over," I thought as I removed my garter
belts, and waist cinch. I watched as my painted fingers toyed with
and folded and fondled all of my sexy lingerie. I hated removing my
bra and breasts, but she did say everything, so I did. I was still
standing, watching myself in the mirror when she came back in with a
gift box. It was large, and pink with bows.

"Mistress, I have removed and folded everything. It's right here.
Should I remove my make-up and prepare to return to my other self?"

"Oh no Diane, your night is far from over. As a matter of fact, it
has only just begun." With that, she took my uniform out to the
bedroom and Tom could clearly see me standing in my panties. I don't
know why but my right arm came across my chest as if I had real breasts
and a man was trying to see me. My wife came back in, slapped my hand
and said, "Tom is the man of the house now girl. He is allowed to see
you in a state of undress anytime. You will NEVER cover yourself from
him." And with that, she slapped my face. It was not a hard slap, but
it told me that she was in command and that I had no say about it in
anyway.

I lowered my eyes and said, "Yes mam. I understand." I placed my
hands in front of me and waited.

"Diane, brush your teeth and use mouth wash," and with that she went
in to the bedroom again and as Master Tom watched, I tended to my
mouth. I could feel his eyes on me as I brushed and my tiny little
breasts jiggled. It was embarassing yet exciting. When she came back in
she said, "Now sit down." I sat and she began to redo my make up,
Lipstick, eyes, almost everywhere. Brushes and the like, she even
removed my wig and fluffed out my own hair. I have not had a cut in
over a year, and she always complains about it, but I don't ever get it
cut. Finally after about a half hour, she stood back and said, "There,
perfect. Diane, stand up and look in the mirror."

Now I know what I expected to see. I mean after all, I was only
wearing black panties, but when I looked in the mirror, I could not
believe it. There was a female there. One with no breasts but female
never the less. Her lips were soft pink, her eyes softened and
elongated. Far from my dark blush, hers was soft, inviting. My wife was
giggling and laughing as I gawked and stared at the vision in the
mirror. She moved when I moved. It WAS me. I felt elated at what I saw.
I heard my wife moving around behind me and then she presented me with
the box.

"Sweetheart, I know tonight was different for us both, but I always
knew it would happen, just never this soon. I bought this for you
months ago, but tonight is the night you deserve it. Go on, open it up.

My hands were shaking, I was breathing so fast and shallow, I felt
like I was going to pass out. I untied the ribbons and they fell away.
The box top was next. I have always loved how a box full of soft
sensual things feels when the top comes away and all the soft tissue
appears.

I could not make it out but it was white, lots of white. I was giggling
like a 16 year old girl on a birthday. Elated, excited, happy. I softly
folded the first layer of tissue back and found a 36 cupless satin bra.
Only the under wire and straps. I looked at her as of to question but
she just motioned for me to continue, which I did of course. As I
removed it, I found a pair of Rio back white satin and Lycra panties.
Lace trimmed. Under them, I found 2 matching lace garter belts, also in
white satin and lace. Victoria Secrets Signature Gold Collection Lace
top stockings in my size. White, seamed with re-enforced toe and heel.

I started crying as I held all these things. She had never bought me
anything this sexy, this special, and this wonderful. She came up to
me, put her arms around me, shushing me softly. "Don't cry baby, its
ok. There is more."

MORE? I hugged her tightly, and turned to the box. I thought that the
layer of tissue paper was the end but it was not, there was more under
it.

Folding back the tissue, there was a pearl and lace encrusted baby
doll nightgown. VERY low cut with matching long sleeve robe with tight
fitting cuffs. The robe was mostly sheer, but I could see that this was
something that a bride might wear on her wedding night as she
sacrificed herself to her man. As I lifted the robe out, I noticed 2
bumped on each end of the box. I pulled the edges back and found a pair
or 5 1/2 inch stilettos heels, with ankle straps. They were patent
leather and very shiny. The heels were mostly made of gold color metal
with no padding on the tips so they would be VERY loud to wear on hard
surfaces.

My hands were trembling and shaking. I fell to my knees, kissed her
panties and then her feet and started crying again. She again shushed
me, and pulled me up saying, "Tonight, we were going to be girlfriends.
Maid Diane is gone, and only my girlfriend Diane is here. As a matter
of fact, now that you have helped Tom over his easy cum, I think he
will last for a long time, and I thank you for that. But now, you have
to get dressed. Now hurry. I don't want you in here all night." And
with that she kissed my cheek, patted my ass and left the room with a,
"call me when you are ready".

I just stood there for few minutes. What was going on? This wild
fantasy, my wife, a new man, master really. Strong, assured, confident,
tall, very handsome, and a wonderful body that I now know puts mine to
shame. His manhood alone is twice the size of mine. And his works
better too. I could still taste his tart flavor on my tongue. I shook
myself out of my daydream, and started to dress.

The tight cupless under wire bra was very interesting. I have always
had a little extra that allowed me to create my fleshy boobs, but
this was simply amazing. After I got it on, and slipped the straps
up. The white satin contrasted so well with my flesh. I loved it. I
reached in and pulled every ounce of flesh I could find into the front
of the under wires. As I looked in the mirror, I was elated. I had REAL
breasts. No, they were not C cup dandies, or anything, but they were
delightfully mine. I bounced a little, they bounced. I shook, they
shook. I even leaned over and they swayed. They appeared to be near a
delightful full B cup size. A far cry from my little more than A cup.
I don't think my nipples have ever been so hard, but then, they had
been hard as nails since I opened the door and found my wife and Tom
standing there.

I slipped off my black panties, and softly rinsed my self off,
powdered, and then put on and adjusted the brand new soft white
panties. They were truly a delight. French cut, satin/lycra, with lace
V in front from top of panties down the crotch. I like an arrow
pointing the way. Wait, I did not notice before but the lace was sheer.
You can see thru the front of the panties. My flesh and public hairs
are visible through the lace, bordered by white satin lycra. I don't
know how anyone else feels in these, but I felt like a piece of fluff.
Candy, waiting to be enjoyed. With all of myself adjusted, I looked
kind of cute. I dared not dally. I got the garter belts, and again, put
one on backwards first and then one foreward. As always, I slipped the
white elastic straps under my panties.

Like always, my stockings were a ritual. Rolling them up, loving the
feeling, being overly careful since I still had on my nails. These
were very expensive. They felt so soft, deliciously erotic. The bands
were extremely wide, like none I had ever had before. I lovingly
attached the 4 straps on each leg to them and as I stood and adjusted
the tops, they were about 3 inches below the crotch of my panties. I
could just swoon as I touched and caressed softly, looking into the
mirror. I turned this way, that way, looked at myself over my shoulder,
at how they enhanced the look of my ass, and thighs. Was I to be a
sacrifice tonight? I had no idea.

Breaking myself away from the mirror, I slipped the baby doll on. It
fit like a glove. There were little pads in the cups and my tiny
breasts, filled out and moved in. I now looked like I had C cup
breasts. I adjusted the straps, and I really did want to look but I
refrained. The hem seemed to be just at the top of my stockings and
just below my panties. I was not sure.

I picked up my new heels, they were so pretty. White patent leather,
gold steel tips. I slipped into them, fastened the ankle straps and got
the robe.

With my back to the mirror, I slipped on the robe. The wrist cuffs
were very tight going over my hands and then I noticed that they had
very little elastic in them to allow them to get over my hands yet
clasp my wrists tightly. I pulled the robe closed, grasped the satin
ribbon tie and pulled it closed. The length seemed to be just below
the bottom of the baby doll and below the stocking tops.

My breathing quickened. I walked as far away from the mirror as I
could. My breathing was so fast, I had to calm down, but I could not
wait. I turned slowly, eyes closed. Balanced myself, adjusted my feet,
models pose of course, and counted to 3. One, two, Three then slowly
opened my eyes, and I held a sight that I could only dream about. I was
a beautiful virgin bride. Ready to enter the bedroom of her new husband
and consummate her vows. I turned, smiled, touched, caressed, pouted,
kissed, and the woman in the mirror did all the same things. It was
amazing. I know, I know, we all look better when we look at ourselves
in the mirror as opposed to how we look in real life, but for me, THIS
WAS REAL. And I really loved it. No matter what anyone else saw tonite,
I saw REAL.

As I walked towards the bedroom door, my breasts started to bounce. I
loved it, but I did not become erect, or even semi. I was soft,
flaccid. I guess mentally, I had become the woman in the mirror and she
would not have what I have, and therefore, it would not enlarge,
because mentally, it did not exist. I freshened up my perfume and
thought, "Here goes'.

I softly knocked on the bedroom door and softly called out, "Susan?
Hello?"

"Yes Diane, come in."

I opened the door slowly and saw her and Tom on the bed. He was still
naked, and she was only wearing her lingerie, stockings and heels and
he was kissing her breasts, and nibbling her nipples through the thin
cups of her under wire bra. Her right hand was around his semi hard
member, bringing it back to life.

"Oh Diane, you look good enough to eat," she sat up, pulling him off
her breast, and came over, hugged me, kissed my cheek and began to
fluff out my hair. She untied my robe and looked. "I just knew it
would be perfect on you. I just knew it. Baby, you are going to have so
much fun tonight, you have no idea." With that she began to giggle as
Tom caressed her ass as he sat on the bed watching us.

I looked over at Tom, and started getting scared. I mean, here I was
a bride, or resembling one anyway and she saw me, and really started
laughing now.

No baby girl. Tom is all man and he is from now on, all mine. You
have your own man waiting for you. He is waiting in the guest room
for you. You do remember Roger don't you? Well girlfriend, he is
all yours. And trust me, you will experience a lot tonight."

With that, she walked me to the door, opened it and we both walked
down the hall to the guest room door.

"Well baby, good luck and have a wonderful night. I know I am going
to have one, and want you to have one too. And I trust you will.too."
She started fussing with the front of the robe, and the baby doll
night gown. "Hummmm. I think we need to keep it closed so you can
open it while he watches. Remember now girlfriend, tonight, you are
not married anymore. You are my girlfriend and your date has been
promised some fun tonight.