by Alex Tempera
“Oh, I understand. She asked me to be Paxton’s because he’s gay. Then, it turns out that he’s madly in love with his wife.”
“Are you mad about that?”
“No, but most of the time, he was the only guy I was fucking. We weren’t playing, we were fucking. I know he preferred being the bottom, but we did both.”
“You like top or bottom?”
“Top but I like being a sub, too. I always wondered what it would be like, and when I came here, I brought the only outfit I had that was feminine. Why do you dress up?”
“It makes me feel good. I feel weak, submissive, and feminine. I prefer to dress up when I’m a sub. I’ve never been a permanent sub, mostly played at the club.”
“Do you think we’ll lose them as our dominants? I know that Paxton is also her sub.”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think we’ll lose them all together, even if they stop wanting us as their subs, we’re still their friends, right?”
“Yes, we are,” Tim looked down at John’s cock. “I’m nervous.”
John took Tim’s hand and ran it over his cock. “How would you feel if we both dressed up and then fucked each other?”
“You fuck me and I’ll fuck you?”
“I’ll do whatever you want.” John said.
“Let me suck your cock, and then we can dress up.” Tim said. “I really enjoyed watching that scene. I was looking forward to playing.”
“On your knees, and start sucking,” John ordered.
Tim instantly dropped to his knees and wrapped his mouth around John’s cock. He sucked him in, lapping at his length, breathing in his cock until it hit his throat. John leaned back and arched as Tim tightened his mouth around his cock. He tried to hold his release, but he couldn’t with his suck. “Aw, fuck,” he released himself down Tim’s throat. “Sorry, but that was so fucking … well, you’re one hell of a cocksucker.”
Tim grabbed John’s face and kissed him hard, nibbling on his bottom lip while his tongue danced with John’s. “You’re so sexy. Will you dress for me and then pick out something I can wear for you?”
“All right,” John stood up and opened his bag. He pulled out a red lace dress and a black lace dress. He also pulled out two crotchless teddies, one black and one red. “Put this on, and the dress over it. That way when I strip you, you’ll still wear this and we can still enjoy each other’s parts.”
“Show me,” Tim sat on the sofa, his legs spread. He held on to his cock, jerking it while he watched John dress in the red teddy and then the red lace dress in front of him.
John reached into his bag and pulled out his blonde wig. He placed it on his head and adjusted it. He looked at Tim. “I know, you prefer guys, so this probably does nothing for you.”
“Oh, it does something that I never thought it would,” he stood up, still holding his cock. “Help me put it on.”
“Oh, all right,” John said. “I’ve never dressed anyone else before.”
“If you can’t,” Tim sighed.
“I can, I just never did it before,” John gazed into Tim’s eyes. He kneeled at his feet. “Step into these leg holes,” he slowly pulled the teddy up his legs and the arm straps over his arms. He held Tim’s cock as he adjusted it through the hole for the crotch. “Color looks good on you.”
“Thanks,” Tim ran his hands down the lace. “It feels amazing.”
“Now the dress. I’m going to pull it over your head. Arms up,” he whispered. He lifted the dress and slowly pulled it down over his head and arms. He ran his hands down Tim’s body. “You’re beautiful.”
Tim walked over to the full-length mirror and stared at himself. “How do I love this? Why do I love this?”
John pulled out a short black wig from his bag and walked over to Tim. He placed it on Tim’s head and adjusted it. “You do look beautiful. It doesn’t matter why you love it, just that you do.” John stepped in front of him. “Now, watch in the mirror.” He kissed Tim’s mouth, and then dropped to his knees. He lifted the dress over Tim’s cock and inhaled it. He sucked it hard as he moved his finger toward Tim’s asshole. He inserted his finger inside his asshole, slowly he fucked Tim with his finger.
Tim watched in the mirror and spread his legs further. He ran his hands over John’s wig. “Jessica?” he whispered.
John released himself from his ass and cock, and slowly stood up. “Tina?”
“Tina?” Tim wiped his eyes. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you,” John wiped his tears that streamed down his face.
“Must be. I like this. I like wearing this. I feel so sexy. I like being with you. You wearing that, you naked. I like being here, right now, with you.”
“There is nothing wrong.” John hugged Tim tightly. “You’re beautiful. Whether you’re dressed as a man or woman, whether you have clothes on or you’re naked. It doesn’t matter. It’s how you feel. I’m so fucking attracted to you. I always have been, but you were always with Paxton, and I was too shy to even approach you. Especially, you be a DA and me just a law clerk. Now, you’re here, and I’m here and you taste so good. You’re so beautiful.”
“What the hell kind of man am I?”
John held Tim’s face. “A wonderful, sexy man. You’re intelligent, you like what you like. Come on,” he took Tim’s hand and led him over to the bed. “Lie down and I’ll show you how beautiful and perfect you are.”
Tim lay on the bed, his hard cock peeking out from under his lace dress. “John?”
“I want you, don’t you want me?” John slide a condom on his own cock and then covered it with lubrication.
“I thought you were a bottom.”
“I’ll be whatever you want. We do this nice and slow. I like you. I like you a lot and I’m dying to be inside you.”
Tim slowly sat up to rest his body on his elbows. “You can fuck me like this? in this position. I never … oh fuck.”
“It’s not just about bending over, lover,” John spread Tim’s legs and lifted Tim’s ass slightly. He aimed his cock toward Tim’s asshole. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“No, keep going,” Tim panted. “You make me feel sexy. Something different than I ever felt before.”
“Well, good,” John slowly pushed his cock in Tim’s asshole, until he enveloped his entire cock. With hard but slow thrusts, he fucked Tim as he gazed into his eyes.
Tim reached up and pressed his mouth against John’s as he continued to fuck him. He felt his own cock pulsate, waiting to explode, but he held it as much as he could. Once he felt John explode inside the condom in his ass, he held on to John as he rolled over. He covered his cock with a condom and lubrication, as John removed his cock and tossed the used condom in the trash. Tim immediately inserted himself into John’s ass, slowly and yet with hard thrusts, fucked John’s asshole. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he ran his hands over the lace dress that covered John’s body. He continued to fuck him, listening to John’s moans as he released himself into his condom still in John’s ass.
When he pulled out, he held John tightly, almost sobbing. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” John said. “There’s nothing wrong with how we’re dressed and what we just did. I loved that. It was so sexy.”
Tim looked into John’s eyes. “It wasn’t wrong?”
“No, it wasn’t. So, we like to wear women’s clothes, big deal. It’s not like we wear them to the office. We do it in private. I like the lace against my skin. It makes me feel sexy, but I have to say, being here with you, no matter if you were dressed up or not, makes me feel really good. I like being with you. I’d like to do this again.”
Tim touched John’s face. “Will you spend the weekend in this room with me? They said we could spend the weekend.”
“Only the weekend?”
“Will you be mine and I’ll be yours?”
“As lovers?” John asked.
“As lovers, friends, and we can still be their subs. I a
lready know their new rules, they won’t fuck us and we won’t fuck them, but we can fuck each other.”
“Here, my place, in their playroom.”
“Your place?” Tim smiled.
“I live alone. You’re married.”
“I don’t know for how much longer,” he sat up and leaned his back against the headboard.
“You don’t have to decide right away, you know.”
“I think I decided a long time ago, I just never made the effort. I thought being gay would screw up my career. This past week gave me a lot to think about.”
“Well, let’s have some more wine, and we can talk, if you want.”
“I’d like that. Should we change?”
“Just out of the dresses. We’ll keep wearing the teddies. Black is definitely your color.”
“You look really hot in that red,” Tim kissed John’s neck.
“I’ll get the wine,” John smiled.
Twenty
Paxton sat down on the sofa in the bedroom and poured them both a glass of whiskey. “My love, are you all right? You’re awfully quiet.” He looked at Sydney, who was standing in the doorway to the balcony.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was distracted.”
“Bishop?” he stood up. “He can’t hurt us.”
“Oh, he can but I don’t know why. I don’t understand it. He appoints me to his chair and when I don’t divorce you and dump John, he gets all mean and threatening.” She rubbed her arm where the marks from his handprint started to turn into a bruise. “I don’t get it. He was always my mentor ever since I graduated college. He fucking helped me study for the bar. Now, he’s retiring and wants to dictate my life.”
“I’m sorry that he’s using me against you,” Paxton stood and walked over to her. “I don’t understand it either. Does he hate me that much?”
“I don’t know,” she turned toward him and touched his face. “Am I good enough for you?”
“What? Don’t doubt yourself now, please,” he took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles.
“I’m not doubting myself but maybe doubting you. Not that you don’t love me but what if you stop? What if you fall in love with a man?”
“First, I have been gay all my life, but I now wonder if it’s gay or just gay sexual feelings. I never, ever had the desire to give my heart to a man; it was always about sex, sexual arousal, and relief. My heart is yours. It belongs to you. I belong to you. The other stuff is all about you now. You and our subs. I like having our subs, and I hope that John and Tim will continue to be our subs especially after this Bishop mess and if they connect on some level.”
“I hope they do connect, and I hope they decide to remain our subs,” she smiled. “If they don’t, then we take it from there. Even if they decide to not be our subs, they’re still our friends.”
“That’s true,” he took her hand and led her over to the sofa. He handed her a glass of whiskey. “I want to ask you something. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.”
“What’s that?” she sipped her whiskey.
He walked over to his side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a small box and kneeled in front of her. “Sydney, marry me,” he opened the box, exposing the two-carat diamond ring.
“We are married,” she lifted her hand, showing him her thin single gold band.
“We were married ten years ago as a business deal. As a deal between best friends. As a cover for my sexuality. Marry me now because you love me and I’m madly in love with you,” he smiled.
“I do like you on your knees,” she licked her lips. “I would be honored to marry you again.”
He slipped the ring on her finger. “Perfect,” he kissed her hand. “Syd, I do love you. I’m not ashamed of who I’m anymore. I don’t want to hide. I mean, we don’t have to tell the world that I love it when you bite or spank me or chain my nipples together, but I don’t want to hide anymore.”
“What about your career?”
“I have a career. I’m a lawyer. The best thing about being a lawyer, everyone needs one at one time or another.”
“And I need you now,” she smiled.
“Wife, let me make love to you and celebrate our new engagement.”
“I’d be honored,” she smiled, setting her glass on the table.
He took her hand and led her over to the bed. “Let me show you how much I love you.” He slipped her sheer robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He ran his hand down the silk nightgown that rested on her thighs. He carefully lay his wife on the bed and lay next to her. His mouth found its way on her lips and she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
“I love you, PJ,” she gazed into his eyes.
He ran his hands down her body and lifted up her nightgown. His hands caressed her bare skin, resting on her nipples. He took her nipples into his mouth and sucked gently, while running his hand between her legs.
She pushed down his boxers and pulled him on top of her, scraping her nails down his back. “Now, PJ,” she whispered.
He pressed his cock inside her opening, holding her close to his bare chest as he slowly pushed himself inside her. He moved in slow, rhythmic thrusts, wanting to make it last forever. He gazed into her eyes and realized, yes, he was a former gay man who fell in love with his wife, and every time, he entered her, he fell in love with her all over again. He continued to push inside her, and slowly pull out for hours, holding in his orgasms but feeling all of hers until he saw the look in her eyes, and he released himself.
He pulled out and held her tight, wrapping his arms around her. “I just can’t let of you, wife.”
“Don’t ever let go,” she whispered. “Please, husband.”
He kissed her forehead. “I love being your husband.”
Twenty One
Sydney, dressed in a tank top and yoga pants, headed down to the kitchen and smiled at John and Tim, who were sitting at the table, both dressed in shorts and tee shirts. “Uh, Paxton gave us something to wear,” Tim said.
“That’s fine. You two staying the weekend?” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “Where is my husband?”
“He went to get the paper. I didn’t know he got up this early,” Tim said.
“Usually, I’m up before him,” she sat down. “I’m surprised he’s up this early.”
“Well, I think we woke him up. He came out of your room as we were heading down here,” John said. “Ma’am, are you all right?”
“Please, it’s Sydney,” she smiled, sipping her coffee. “I’m concerned about you all.”
Paxton walked into the kitchen. “Syd, are you sure you pulled your appointment?”
“Yes, I did. I talked to Justice Dwyer. He’s the head of the committee. He assigns the investigators and schedules the confirmation hearings. Why?”
“You’re on the front page, as a new appointment.” He unfolded the New York Times and showed her the front-page headline, Judge Carlton Accepts Appointment.
She instantly picked up the newspaper, and scanned the article. “This is not right. Dwyer told me he would take care of it.”
“Well, I’m sure it was a mistake. Maybe it was too late to pull the press from it,” John said.
“You really believe that?” Sydney looked at him.
“I don’t know, but does it say anything hateful about us?”
“No, not that I can see,” she said as the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it. You all just enjoy your breakfast.” She stood up and left the kitchen.
Paxton poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. “I’m worried about my wife.”
“This guy is coming after us, isn’t he?” John asked.
“I don’t know. We were talking last night and I can’t understand it. It’s not his life. Why doesn’t he have to screw it up?”
“I think I know,” Tim sighed. “I was trying to figure it out, too. It didn’t make sense for him to threaten you and John, so she could further her career.”
“What do you think is the reason?” Paxton asked.
Sydney opened the door and stared at Harold Bishop. “Why are you here?”
“Can we talk?” he asked quietly.
“Fine. Talk,” she crossed her arms.
“I can’t come in?”
“No, you’re not welcome here, so say what you need to say.”
“Did you see the papers today?”
“Well, the Times, yes,” she sighed. “I pulled my appointment and it was still released. I guess I’ll have to call the Times and get them to retract their article.”
“You need to take over my seat.”
“No, I don’t. I already told you. I didn’t want to be in the appellate court. You didn’t even ask, you just did it. You gave me a file of what I needed to be prepared for, and then you already did the appointment, without my consent. And then, you threaten to expose secrets of my husband and my law clerk. I don’t know why you’re trying to hurt those that I love.”
“You didn’t fucking pick me,” he grunted, and was about to grab her, when she pushed his oncoming arms away.
“What the hell are you talking about? Pick you for what?”
“All that time, when Paxton Carlton the Third was fucking men’s asses behind your back, you didn’t do anything about it. You could’ve gotten even, even by fucking me. You didn’t pick me. Now, you and your faggot husband were looking for subs to play with and you still didn’t pick me.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Paxton never did anything behind my back. My husband and I are stronger and better than ever. I have no interest in fucking you or having you kneel at my feet. I have my husband, always have, and I don’t need you. I thought you were my friend, my mentor, and all you wanted was to get me in your fucking bed? No fucking way. Not ever.”
“You will pay for this, you whore. You think you can hide from the press now? If they don’t tear you apart, they will tear Paxton apart. What do you think his chances to be in the DA’s office will be now? Hell, I’ll get him and his fucking faggot boss, too. Even your fucking clerk. They have no loyalty to you. They’ll save themselves and leave you high and dry.”