I suppose this is all my own doing really. I had been working as Mr. Owen’s assistant for 6 months now. I loved the job he was a nice guy. Very generous to his staff and if the company was doing well we all got bonuses. Yes, Owen tech was going places. My dream of buying a narrow boat and living free on the canals of Britain could be realized before I was too old to enjoy it.
I had only been with the company a month when we had a fancy dress Christmas office party. I was persuaded by a couple of the temps to go as a milkmaid. There were seven women in the office and they were one short for “Eight maids a-milking”. When I got to Shirley’s house and saw the outfit I nearly backed out. It was a milk maid’s outfit from a porn fetish version of the song. The skirt barely covered my backside.
They insisted I wore the black stockings and frilly blue and white knickers that went with the outfit. I protested a little, but being a closet crossdresser I was secretly loving it. I had to tuck myself back between my legs and pull my knickers up tight to avoid tenting my puffy, petticoated skirt.
In my borrowed heels I tottered out to the minibus with the rest of the girls. Women are such a bunch of perverts when they get together without men. They forgot I was a man and carried on like I was one of the girls. I think most of them were half cut before we reached the party.
When we reached the party at Mr. Owen’s house I met his wife for the first time. She was pretty and had a narrow face with a slightly crooked nose, a little like mine. Instead of spoiling her, it made her look cute and quirky. She seemed a little angry at having us at her house. Even I, a fake woman could detect that.
An hour or so into the party the booze was flowing. I had been called queer by the office asshole, been felt up by a couple of the guys, even though they knew who I was. I was kind of enjoying myself. It was great being able to crossdress with “permission”. I was a good sport. I was allowing the women to be “Eight maids a-milking”.
An almost legless Shirley suggested we all grab guys and milk them. I pretended to be horrified, but I was honestly so turned on by the drink, the sexy feel of the knickers against my cock I considered it. I did not think I was gay. I had only ever had sex with one girlfriend. I just never really thought about sex much. I did have a drunken coupling with a guy at uni. I enjoyed the sex, but it just did not seem right. Perhaps I was fooling myself.
It never happened anyway. Two of the other maids dragged her off to the kitchen to sober up. Mr. Owen announced we were all getting a £5000 Christmas bonus. He told us that the Yasimo Electronics Company deal was almost signed. We would have a bumper year next year. I couldn’t believe it. That amount of money put me a little nearer my £100k target for my dream narrow boat.
Shortly after I noticed Mr. Owen argue with his wife in the garden. She slapped him and called him a “fucking idiot”, and ran upstairs. I hoped they would both be alright. It was Christmas after all. I never liked Susan, his wife. She was meant to finalise the Yasimo contract, but she got me to do everything. I had to use her email account to communicate with Mr. Yasimo. Although it did give me a little thrill pretending to be a woman talking to Mr. Yasimo.
He hit the whiskey hard after that. That’s when it happened. I was bending over to pick up a bottle some had knocked to the floor, I’m a clean freak, I hate to see a mess. I was fully bent and my dress must have ridden up exposing my lacy knickers. I felt two hands caress my buttocks through the silky material.
My first reaction was to jump and shout. I didn’t. It felt so bloody good. The hands were softly massaging me.
“You love that don’t you sexy girl?”
It was Mr. Owen! My boss was grouping me! What would he do when he found out it was me?
“I always knew your sexy arse would look good in knickers Peter.”
He gave me one final squeeze, then I stood up. My face was as red as a beetroot. He knew he was grouping me, not one of the women.
“My wife is a bitch Peter. She hates me giving bonuses. She thinks I’m an idiot. Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“No Mr. Owen. I think you are a generous boss. A great boss who is loved by his staff.”
“Call me Ken. The way I see it my staff makes me money, and I share it with them. I know you did all the work on the Yasimo contract, so I’m giving you an extra £2k. She tried to tell me she did it. She wants me to stop all the bonuses. Well, that bitch can go suck on a lemon.
“Thanks, Ken. I really appreciate it. It will go straight in my narrow boat. fund. Happy Christmas.”
“It’s good to have a dream, Peter. Stick with it. I had a dream once. I was in love with a guy when I was at Oxford. We made plans to start our own computer firm. Both our parents threatened to send us to a “straight” camp. In the end we both married fucking horrible bitches. He killed himself last week.”
The whisky had dropped all his inhibitions. He should not be telling me all this. He was really upset. I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a cuddle.
“It’s alright Ken. You’ll be OK.”
Just then Susan walked in.
“That figures. I knew you’d find another fag. Queers like you two don’t appreciate real women.”
Ken pulled away from me and faced her.
“If you weren’t spitting venom all the time perhaps I would. You can fuck off and leave me alone.”
“Yes, that’s the only good idea you have had in years. Enjoy Christmas alone faggot.”
She stormed off.
“I’m so sorry Mr.. I mean Ken. That was my fault. I..”
“No Peter. That was a long time coming.
Christmas was uneventful for me as usual. I had few friends and no family. I grew up in the foster care system. Some of the families sent the odd card, most didn’t. As an adult I realise many did it for the money. They get between £450 to £1000 a week per child.
My basic one-room apartment was as bleak as usual. I watched TV and browsed the web looking at narrow boats. I had £20k saved now. Another £80k should get me a decent pre-owned boat. Then I would need money for food. I could get solar panels and a wind generator for power. I dreamed of the freedom I would have. There are now about 4,700 miles of waterways in the UK. I wanted to see them all.
I didn’t spend money on unnecessary things. All my money went into saving. I would one day live my life on the gentle rivers of Britain. That was all that mattered to me.
The first day back I walked into Ken’s office, he was a mess. I could see he had been crying.
“Mr Owen, whatever’s the matter?”
“She’s left me for good. She’s left the country.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. But I didn’t think you liked her that much. “
“I didn’t. It’s not that Peter. She has emptied out the company bank account. She set up a sister company in India and transferred the money to that. She has done the same to our joint account too. The company is broke.”
“But the Yasimo contract is worth nearly £30 million Ken. Surely we still have that?”
I couldn’t believe it was all over. We would all be out of work.
“That’s the problem. I have enough money in my pension fund to keep the company going for about six weeks. Mr. Yasimo wants to come over and discuss the contract details with Sue.”
“Well, I can do that. It was me that wrote it anyway.”
“There lays the problem. First, he thought he was dealing with Sue. He will take that as deception when he finds out it was you. Secondly, he is a family man. Family is very important to him. If he finds my wife ran off with all the company funds, he is likely to back out. Wouldn’t you.”
There was no way around this. We needed Susan here to keep the deal alive. There had to be a way out of this for the sake of everyone at the company.
Ken looked up at me. His red-rimmed eyes were wide, staring at me. He was having a eureka moment.
“Unless we had a woman that knew the details of the contract intimately. He has never seen Susan’s face he doesn’t know what she looks like.”
“Ken, I’m the only one that knows the contract. None of the women here have had anything to do with it.”
“Yes, exactly, and you look good in a dress. I want to you stand in for Susan. I want you to be my substitute wife while Mr. Yasimo is here.”
I thought about it for a few seconds. I thrill ran through me. To act and dress as a woman for a few days, full time. Could I?
“I’d make it worthwhile. If we keep the contract, I’ll give you £50k. Decide quickly. He will be here tomorrow.”
I would be more than halfway to my dream. In a few years, I could be moored up next to open fields, hearing nothing but cows and birds.
“I don’t have any clothes. How can I get all the stuff I’ll need?”
“When Susan left she packed a small suitcase. That’s why I never suspected she was skipping the country. Most of her clothes and makeup are still at my home.
God dammit. The money was too good to turn down. I would be keeping everyone else in a job too. Part of me accepted that explanation. Secretly I knew the money and idea of posing as a wife was turning me on.
“OK Ken. I’ll do it. What do we do now?
We left for Ken's house immediately. As we went through the main office he nodded to Shirly and she followed on behind us.
“Before you ask, she did a good job of making you look like a woman at the party, so she’s going to help now.”
Shirley gave me her lopsided grin. She was a kinky woman. I was sure she was enjoying every minute of this.
As Ken’s Tesla crunched up the gravel drive I took in the large six-bedroom house. Six bedrooms, why would a couple with no kids need six bedrooms? Then it struck me what I was getting into. I had agreed so readily. Partly to help keep the company afloat, but mostly to keep my dream of a life on the water alive.
I had no idea how long Mr. Yasimo was going to be here. All the time he was here I would have to stay acting as Ken’s wife. What if he came to Ken’s home? I would have to play the role of a housewife and hostess!
I could not drop out of character. I was trapped as a man’s wife. A homemaker. The thought of this terrified me, and yet I could feel myself getting hard. What was going on with me? I did enjoy being dressed at Christmas, but this was real. I had to really BE a woman in the eyes of the world.
Ken let us in and pointed out the main bedroom to Shirley.
“Her clothes and makeup are all there as well as in the en-suite. If you need anything just buy it and give you the money. I’m going back to the office.” Said Ken.
Shirley winked at me and said,
“Come on Susan. You have a lot of practicing to do.”
The bedroom was larger than my entire bedsit. Shirley started going through the drawers and huge walk-in closet.
“Oh yes, there is plenty here. We will have no trouble. Here take this razor and shave off everything you can reach.”
I gave her a blank look as I held the pink razor.
“Your legs, under your arms, everywhere. I’ll be in after a few minutes to help.”
“What! I can do it myself, Shirley.”
“No, you can’t. Hair remover would have been better but you need to make sure you are smooth all over.”
After my shower and shave, I felt like a plucked chicken. The air on my completely hairless body felt raw but somehow sensuous. I had no idea that women felt this sensation when naked. I could hardly look Shirley in the eye. She had shaved between my buttocks and around my groin.
“Right Peter, until this is over you have to be Susan. For the sake of the company and Ken. You have to be his wife from inside and out.”
“How much is he paying you, Shirley? I know you enjoy doing this sort of thing, but I can’t imagine you’d do this for free.”
“He told me if it works out I get £20k. So you better not fight me.”
Shirley proceeded to trim and brush my hair into a “bob” style, then she began to paint my toenails. After she finished painting my fingernails she said.
“False nails would have been better. It takes too long to get used to doing everyday things if you’re not used to it though. Just don’t cut them, and keep them polished.”
She then sat me down and did my makeup. It hurt when she re-opened the holes in my ears for the pearl earrings.
I saw what she had laid out on the bed. It did not look like the type of underwear your average wife would wear. I stepped into the black silk panties. Susan had an expensive taste in lingerie. The next thing she wanted me to wear was a basque corset. She helped me put it on and tightened the laces. I could hardly breathe. She stuffed the cups with stockings, then had me put on a pair of black seamed nylons.
The stocking glided up my smooth legs. The feeling of the nylon on my smooth silky legs was incredible. After I had fastened the garter tabs couldn’t help rubbing my legs together.
“Come on Susan we need to get your slip and dress on.”
The slip was black nylon with lace around the breasts and hem. The dress was high-necked loose-fitting and made of black cotton. It flared slightly at the hips, giving me a more feminine shape. As I moved I felt the silky slip glide across my nylon-covered legs.
“Feels lovely doesn’t it?”
I looked up feeling a little guilty to be enjoying these feminine sensations.
“I am so aware of what I’m wearing. I can feel my legs in the nylons. My toes and feet feel different. I can hardly breathe, but the corset. It’s like I’m being hugged.”
What I didn’t tell her was that my cock was straining against its silk panty prison. Was it the silk and nylon? Was it my imagination? The thoughts running through my head were making me feel faint.
I imagined a life where I dressed like this every day. I would wander about this large house, hovering, polishing, making beds, and cooking. I imagined my heels clicking against the stone floor in the kitchen. I could imagine the feel of the garter straps tugging my stockings as I bent. The taste of my lipstick and the smell of my perfume. The perfect housewife. Trapped in a life of pampered servitude. I shivered. Just the thought almost bringing on a small orgasm.
Why was I feeling like this? I had a girlfriend for a few months when I was at Uni. We had sex a few times. I sort of enjoyed it, but couldn’t really see what the fuss was about. The only time I had sex with a man was when I was homeless for a few months. I was offered a place to stay by a single older guy at the burger restaurant I was working at. One night we both got drunk and ended up in bed together.
I didn’t dislike the sex, but it was the companionship I enjoyed. After he “had his way” with me. He would snuggle up to me. Hold me tight against his body. I think a lifetime of uncaring foster parents made me just want to be cared for. I felt safe in his arms. It ended when he met a woman. He felt guilty about taking advantage of me. I never saw it that way. I think he had a hang-up about thinking he might be gay. I never had that hang-up. For me, you find love where you can. Love is love.
“Earth calling Susan.”
“Sorry, Shirley. I was miles away.”
“Right now shoes. I saw you stumble a bit at Christmas. A real woman hardly ever does that, unless she’s drunk. I have got you the lowest heels from her closet. See how you get on. “
I slipped into the 2-inch black court shoes. They were a little tight and I felt my buttocks tense slightly as my posture changed.
“I going to teach you how to do housework and cook all while looking amazing. We women don’t do it all the time but we can. You need to make Mr. Yasimo believe you are a woman. A traditional housewife in every sense of the word.”
I already knew how to cook and do most housework. Although I must admit I did need instruction on using all the gadgets in the kitchen. I had a small oven and a microwave. Ken’s kitchen had every modern gadget you could fit in a kitchen.
As I worked I forgot what I was wearing. Shirley corrected my gestures.
“Keep your elbows tight into your sides. Smaller steps. Smile. Knees together!”
By 6 pm I was exhausted. I heard the front door open. It was Ken.
“Wow, Shirley. You have done an amazing job! Peter.. I mean Susan. You look fantastic.”
I felt a flutter in my stomach. I blushed. I was not used to compliments. I had never been given one. This felt nice.
“Right you two. You are meant to be a couple. Act like one.”
“Oh, of course.” Said Ken.
He held both my hands and pulled me towards him. I looked up into his eyes. Did I see lust? He leaned down and kissed me full on the lips.
“Oh thank you, love. Did you have a good day?” I said.
Shirley had told me to act the part. I was trying my best to imagine what a good wife would do when her husband came home.
“Go through to the dining room both of you. I bring you a drink. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
Ken smiled at Shirley.
“You have done wonders, Shirley. The real Susan was never that nice. Thank you, Susan. I’ll have a scotch on the rocks. But you know that being my wife don’t you?”
“Of course, I do my love. Shirley?”
“I’ll have white wine please.”
Shirley winked at me and mouthed, "Well done”.
I loved the praise. I was grinning while I finished the spaghetti bolognese. I paused again as I was plating it up.
Would I like to have to dress like a housewife and act like a housewife at all time? All day every day, 365 days a year, without time off? Keep myself pretty for my husband, sweet-smelling perfect at all times? Dressed in pretty clothes, being cared for by a man?
What was happening to me? My dream was to wander the waterways. Not to be a woman and housewife. What had the costume at Christmas triggered in me? It was like the clothes were changing the way my mind worked.
We sat and ate our meal. I kept my voice soft and light just as Shirley instructed me. After a few more drinks we all relaxed a little. While we chatted I felt Ken’s hand on my knee. He squeezed slightly and looked me in the eyes. I looked away, embarrassed. It felt good, but I didn’t know how I should react.
“Time for me to go home,” Shirley said.
“Thank you, Shirley. You have done wonders. If you can come back tomorrow it would be great. As far as everyone at the office knows you are both at a conference.”
“How long have we got to prepare Ken? When will Mr. Yasimo arrive?” I said.
“He should be here tomorrow night. He’s staying with us here.”
This was news to me. I assumed he would be in a hotel. That meant I would have to stay as Susan all the time. While Mr. Yasimo was in the U.K. I was trapped as Susan, Ken’s wife. For a while at least.
I felt elated.
“I’ve called you a cab Shirley. Susan has had a long day. It’s about time I took my wife to bed.”
I looked at him. I was a little shocked. Part of me wanted this. Part of me was screaming, “what the hell are you doing?”
He stood next to the table holding out his hand. I took it and we walked up the stairs to our bedroom.
This is a short part.
As we entered, I saw what was laid out on the bed. Shirley must have done this while I was getting the dinner.
It was a dark blue silk teddy. One piece with spaghetti straps and 2 inches of black lace around the bust and legs. It looked like it was made of liquid. I knew I loved the silk knickers I was wearing. How would this feel? Next to it was a matching silk negligee.
"I hope you like it. I got it for Susan last year. She never wore it."
Said Ken.
"Why wouldn't she wear it? It looks amazing."
I said this way too quickly. Giving away my newfound love and appreciation of female clothing.
Ken saw my embarrassment and touched my shoulder.
"Don't worry Sue. I really appreciate what you are doing for me. Are you sure you are ok sleeping with me?"
"Oh, no it's fine. I understand we will have to appear as a normal married couple. It's not like something is going to happen is it?"
I turned away. I couldn't look at him as he answered.
"Er, no. No of course not."
He sounded almost disappointed. I felt the same in an odd way. Did I really want to have sex with my boss? This wasn't normal. Then again, nothing about this was normal.
Ken helped me out of my corset. I went to the en-suite to wash and dress while Ken used one of the other bathrooms. I found a spare toothbrush and looked at my face as I cleaned my teeth. Even with most of my makeup removed, my arched eyebrows and hair still made me look like a woman. Why had I never noticed this before?
The teddy felt wonderful. The lace tickled my legs as I drew it up to my chest. The touch of the silk on my smooth body made me feel jealous. I was 29 years old and because I was born a man, I had been denied this feeling. It wasn't fair. Everyone should feel this. At least once in their life anyway.
I left the negligee off and climbed into bed next to Ken.
"Do you want to read? Shirley left some women's magazines. You know? to get you in the mindset."
"Yes, dear. I believe I will."
He smiled and handed me a "Woman's Own".
I read a recipe for cauliflower cheese. A short romance and an article on whether knee-length boots or ankle boots were best. I loved the look of both. I must look through the shoe closet to see if there were any that would fit.
I really was getting into this role. Ken yawned.
"Big day tomorrow. We had better get some rest."
The light went off.
"Goodnight dear," I said.
"Goodnight my love," said Ken.
I turned and stretched. The lace of the teddy slipped between the cheeks of my bottom. The feeling was incredible. The bed was so soft. I was asleep in moments.
I woke to an unfamiliar feeling. Someone was curled around me. I was being spooned. I could feel Ken's breath on the back of my neck. His strong arm was around my waist pulling me into his hard body.
The feeling melted me inside. I felt vulnerable but safe. It was like I was his. He was claiming me and protecting me even though he was asleep.
I wiggled slightly to get more comfortable. His right arm slipped down to my hip and pulled my bottom into his groin. I felt him harden. His hard member straining against his shorts, pushing against my silk and lace-covered bottom.
Oh my god. I wanted him them. Just the feeling of being cared for and cherished made me want to submit to him.
He kissed the back of my neck.
"I love you Suzi babe."
He thought I was his wife. In a way I was I suppose. Suddenly his body went rigid. He sat up and turned the light on.
"I...I. I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. You smell just like her. What must you think of me?"
"It's OK Ken. I understand. I'm not offended."
"No, but I almost. I mean I nearly. you know."
"Ken. It's not something I normally tell someone, but it wouldn't be my first time."
"Really? I always took you as straight. You don't act gay."
I laughed.
"You have an old fashion view of sexuality Ken. I don't really think I'm straight or gay. I have not had sex for years, but I have been with women and men. I enjoyed your attention. Would you hug me again?"
"Why of course. Susan was never touchy-feely. She used to push me away. I always enjoyed hugging."
We settled back down and returned to our "spoon". I felt really good nestled into his body. I could feel by the pressure on my buttocks that he was too.
I fell back to sleep with dreams of being his wife forever.
This has a sex scene at the end.
The next day was a blur. What was nice was that Ken brought me a cup of coffee and woke me up with a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"Thank you so much for what you are doing for us, Susan. I'll see you tonight with Mr. Yasimo."
I was stunned. No one had ever done that to me. I grew up with very little affection. That was probably why I accepted affection wherever I could.
Shirley was a good teacher. She had me apply and re-apply my makeup until I could get the two looks I needed. A daytime look, and an evening look. I wasn't sure that I would need the evening look, but what the heck it was good practice.
I practiced my mannerisms. I learned to keep my elbows into my body and my wrists slightly limp. She studied me while I made us coffee.
Carefully, I strutted around the kitchen in my black business suit. The tight skirt restricted my stride. Shirley took a picture on her phone and showed me.
I looked every inch a smart secretary or businesswoman. She sent the picture to Ken. He messaged back.
"Looking good enough to eat. I'll be back with Mr. Yasimo around 7.30 pm."
As the day wore on I got used to the clothes and the heels. I couldn't help admiring myself every time a passed a mirror. I kept freshening my lipstick.
"You're such a girl." teased Shirley.
When Shirley left I started dinner. I was cooking a stew. It was a cheats stew really. Two tins of Big Soup and a tin of new potatoes. I had done this as a student when I had friends around. It could easily feed three people.
I wandered around the house making sure everything was tidy. I was really enjoying myself. I felt like a houseproud housewife. I wondered what it would be like to live like this.
I was in the kitchen when Ken came back with Mr. Yasimo. Mr. Yasimo was a good-looking Japanese man of about forty years. He bowed and I returned his bow.
"Mrs. Owen, It is an honor to meet you. Please accept this gift."
He handed me a parcel wrapped in tissue paper. I couldn't help myself. I rarely got gifts. I was curious and opened it. It was an amazing dark blue silk kimono.
"In Japan, we call it a yukata. There is a belt too, an obi."
I kissed him on the cheek. This just seemed a natural thing to do.
"Sorry, Mr. Yasimo. I apologise, it is such a wonderful gift."
"Oh, no need. A kiss from a beautiful woman is a gift in itself."
His warm smile told me he wasn't offended.
"Please call me Jiro. It means the second son. Mrs. Owen."
"Well, you must call me Susan. It means lily, I think. While you men freshen up I'll bring dinner through."
Both Ken and Jiro enjoyed my "cheats stew". After we went to Ken's office. All three of us worked on the contract. It was 11 PM when we finished it.
"We just need your signature Jiro, then we are done. You must be anxious to get to your hotel." I said.
"Sorry, Susan. I told Jiro he could stay with us. It isn't a problem is it?" Ken said sheepishly.
"Er, no. Of course, he must stay."
This meant another night as Mrs. Owen. I was actually looking forward to sleeping with his arms around me.
"I will sign the contract in the morning. Three million is a lot of money to pay upfront for an order, but Ken's design for the solar inverter is years ahead of the competition. I am waiting for some information from my office before I finalise this. They are eight hours ahead. I should have all I need in the morning."
We finished our third bottle of wine and toasted the future. Jiro bowed, kissed me on the cheek, and shook Ken's hand. Then we all went to our beds.
I raided the formidable array of nightwear Susan left behind. I wore a short red nylon baby doll with matching frilly knickers to bed. Ken whistled his appreciation when he pulled the covers back. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back into his chest.
"You were amazing. Just a day or two and you can go back to being Peter."
When he said that last part it almost sounded like he regretted it.
His hand went around to the front of my knickers and found my now hard cock nestled in its silky home. The smell of him and his hard body pressing against me turned me on.
He gently stroked my cock. I don't know if it was the wine or the clothes. I felt like I wanted to please him. His cock was pushing hard into the back of my knickers. I wriggled slightly and heard him moan. He sped up his hand. The feel of the nylon rubbing against my little cock was too much. I turned over, not wanting this to end so soon.
"My turn," I said mischievously.
I pulled down the front of his boxers. His hard, cut member sprang out, bouncing in the cool air. It looked very smooth and almost sculptured. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly stroked it.
His eyes rolled back and he rolled onto his back. I teased him some more.
"Please don't stop. This is the first time anyone has touched me for ages."
So the real Susan never took care of him? Well, this Susan would show him what a good wife would do for her man.
I leaned down and licked the tip slowly. I traced the entire underside with my tongue.
"Ohhh, please, please."
A sense of power rushed through me. I had the power to give such pleasure if I choose, or to deny and frustrate him. It was intoxicating.
I choose to give.
I carefully enveloped the glans with my mouth. I bobbed up and down stimulating the underside with my tongue. My right hand slip up and down while I sucked. My left gently scratched his balls. It took a couple of minutes, then he tensed up, moaned, and came into my mouth.
I had only ever given a blow job once before. I spat it out then. It did not seem right to do that now. So I swallowed.
Ken pulled me up from his groin.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. You don't know how long it's been."
He kissed me on the lips and his tongue explored my mouth. He must have tasted himself, but he didn't stop.
He pushed me onto my back and kissed his way down my body. Pulling up the baby doll, he nibble and sucked both my nipples. I felt regret that I was almost flat-chested. I wish I had a full swelling breast for him to nuzzle. Why was I feeling like this? I couldn't help it.
His kisses stopped when he reached my knickers. He pulled down the front and all four inches stood proud, free from its frilly prison. He took all of my cock into his mouth in one go. He sucked hard. It felt incredible.
I was almost there when I felt his finger slide into my bottom. One little push and his finger penetrated me up to the knuckle. My back arched and I almost passed out. I had the most powerful orgasm of my life.
I turned on my side exhausted. He snuggled close behind me and held me. It felt so good to be in his arms. I felt close to him now. I wanted to feel this way forever.
"It's a pity this will end soon. I think I'm falling in love with you."
The next day I woke with Ken's arms wrapped around me. I liked the feeling and wanted to stay in bed. I knew I had to get ready for the day and get breakfast started. After all, I was the lady of the house.
I showered first, then shaved. There was almost no hair. Just a slight fuzz. I only normally shaved every two to three days. I did my makeup and choose what I was going to wear.
Black lace boyshorts with a matching bra. I debated about wearing tights, but then went for stockings. Shirley told me to choose clothes that reminded me I wasn't a guy. The feel of the tight suspender belt moving my knickers as I walked reminded me constantly. Also, I loved the feeling of the lace gently rubbing me.
I wore a cream silk blouse and a tight blue skirt with a side split. Lastly, black stilettos. It was a cross between a smart housewife and an office worker. I went downstairs to get the coffee started.
To my surprise, Mr. Yasimo was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee.
"Good morning Mrs. Owen." He was being very formal this morning.
"Good morning Jiro. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you. I have had disturbing news from my office. I need to discuss this with you and Mr. Owen urgently."
Had he found out that the company was almost bankrupt? How would we explain this? I went up to our bedroom and found Ken dressed and smiling. I explained what I think had happened and that smile turned into a frown.
"I have an idea, Susan. Follow my lead and agree with me. Come on let's get this over with."
It was as we feared. Jiro had investigated the company's finances. He knew we were nearly broke.
"Mr. Yasimo, I understand how this looks. We had a problem with a supplier in China. They sent our contractor a batch of faulty I.C's. If we didn't pay our contractor we wouldn't be able to fulfill your order. Their work is excellent."
Ken was really winging this now. I just hoped Jiro didn't know the truth.
"I understand Ken. That was the correct thing to do. The sample you sent me was excellent. We do want this product built in the U.K. Your reasons were honorable. You should have told me though. I am in two minds now. I will discuss the matter with my family and we will talk at dinner this evening. For now, I would like to see your offices."
"No problem Jiro. We will leave after breakfast. If that is OK with you?" Said Ken.
Jiro smiled at me. I think he had naughty thoughts about me. I was surprised that it gave me a small thrill. This power I now had as a woman to be the object of desire for men. It was not something I ever experienced before. I was enjoying it.
"Yes, I would like to see where my money will be going if I decide to invest in your company. Will you come too, Susan?"
Ken shot me a look. If I went to the office someone was bound to say that I wasn't Susan. I looked a little like her with the wig. The problem was many of them had seen her for a brief while at the Christmas party.
"Sorry Jiro, no. I do most of my work from home. I'm a housewife first. My work for the company comes second."
"That is a wise decision, Susan. Many women think being a housewife is a small thing. Without you, your husband could not function, without him, your company could not function."
After breakfast, the men were getting ready to leave. Ken kissed me goodbye, and squeezed my backside through my skirt.
"I will have dinner ready for seven tonight. Is shepherd's pie OK for you both?"
"That should be fine Sue. We'll see you tonight."
As they left Ken was explaining the difference between shepherd's pie and cottage pie to Jiro. We had survived this first hiccup. I was wondering if I would ever get the money for my narrowboat.
I spent the day cleaning. I changed into a simple, flower-print cotton dress. I wore flat shoes and went through the house from top to bottom. In a strange way, I enjoyed it. I looked at myself in every mirror. I saw an average suburban housewife going about her day. At work, most of the stuff I did showed results after months, or never. Cleaning a kitchen, you see the results immediately.
I wondered if I could ever live like this permanently. That wasn't on the cards though. I would be back to being a man soon. I had to admit the feel of the clothes and having men want me was exciting. I loved the attention I was getting.
While eating dinner that night, Jiro dropped his bombshell.
"I have decided that I will proceed with the contract, but there is a condition. I will stay here with you for one year. I will live here with you and together we will see this project started."
Ken looked at me dumbfounded. What were we going to do? On my part, it would mean staying as a woman 24 hours a day for at least a year. I would be trapped in this role as a housewife.
"I can see you both need to discuss this. I will go to bed. The last few days have been very tiring for me. Goodnight."
We decided the best place to discuss this would be in our bedroom. So we had an early night. As I slipped into my black lacey babydoll and kimono I shivered at the delicious feelings. I felt sad that this may be the last time I would feel them.
"Look, Peter. I understand that this is a huge ask.."
I interrupted him.
"You mean Susan. You want me to live as a woman, your wife for a whole year?"
"Listen, after a year I'll give you £150k. You can buy your boat and still draw a salary. What do you say?"
What he didn't know was I had fallen in love with being Susan. My life as Peter was a little boring. I wanted to see how far I could go with this.
"If I do this, I may not be able to come back from it. I want your word that I have the option to stay here as a man or a woman after the year is up."
He looked at me quizically.
"If that's what you want. Great."
He hugged me and kissed my cheek. I turned my head, and he kissed my neck. His hot breath was in my ear. I felt a tingling in my knickers. This was turning me on. His hands were on my buttocks, squeezing them.
My hands sought out the cord of his dressing gown. He released me, and I fell on my knees in front of him. My mind was in turmoil. A little voice at the back of my mind said stop. I didn't. I was too caught up in the moment. In my mind, the idea of living as a woman and a wife full-time had turned me on until I couldn't think clearly. All I could think of was a year wearing the sexiest, softest clothes. Being admired, being lusted after. Everyone that saw me would think I was a woman.
I had the urge to take care of my man. I took him into my mouth and he groaned in ecstasy. I looked up as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. His eyes were rolling back. He gently held my head and started pumping into my mouth. A few times he pushed too deep. Then said.
"I'm going to cum."
I pulled away. He looked crestfallen.
"Sorry, what have I..." He mumbled.
"I want to consummate our marriage Ken. If I'm going to be your wife, I want to act like your wife."
He looked surprised but hopeful.
"You mean you want to make love? Properly."
"Yes, but you must take it easy. I have only done this once. Please be gentle."
I got on the bed on my hands and knees. Ken came behind me and started to pull down my knickers.
"No! Please. I don't want you to see that."
He understood. He eased them to the side and started to gently probe my rose bud with a lubricated finger. I felt a flush of warmth spread through my body.
"Oh, that feels good."
He responded by introducing a second finger. I was so relaxed, he slipped them in easily. After a few minutes, he asked if I was ready.
"Yes, but can we do it face to face? I want to see you as we make love."
Ken took one of the pillows and put it under my backside. He held my legs high and wide, then slipped my knickers down just enough to see his goal. He leaned forward and I felt the pressure build at my rose bud. A small thrust and he was in.
I gasped.
"Did I hurt you?"
"A little, but please keep going."
He slid in a little at a time. The pain was overcome by my feelings of this being so right. I wanted to be his woman. He was fully in now I felt so sexy. It burned little, but it was subsiding.
Ken slowly withdrew and slid back in fully. The sensation of the movement felt wonderful. Our eyes locked. In his, I saw lust. My eyes were wide at these new sensations. I was being "had", and "taken", I was fulfilling my wifely duties.
Ken could control himself no longer. He sped up until you could hear a steady slapping as our bodies met. I was thrusting forward to meet him. I realized the front of my knickers had grown damp. My prostate was being milked by our activity.
I felt Ken swell inside me. He grasped my legs and forced my ankles back to my ears. A few powerful thrusts and I felt him release inside me. He collapsed, exhausted on top of me.
I had done it, and enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. I was happy. I had now fully substituted for his wife .