An Unfaithful Wife


12/13


As she disappeared I called out in my careful mid-level voice,
"I'll come fix you next."

"I can't wait," she called out without turning around.  "But unless
you mean my computer, you'll have to stand in line!"  And she
raised her hand and twisted her wrist in friendly farewell.

I sat down.  The first message was from Personnel, asking me to
stop by to sign some papers before leaving the building today.  I
couldn't do that until I asked Cassie what was going on, why I
wasn't just here on an emergency basis.  I'd already done what
needed an expert, the rest was routine for any 16 year old.  And I
had clients.  Not many, but they were mine!

As if she were reading my mind, the second note was from Cassie. 
 From Clarice, actually.  It read "Cassie's office.  3:00pm prompt. 
Cassie says with your jacket unbuttoned."

That was odd, but also in a way re-assuring.  There were these
rumors about my wife and her gynecologist, when weren't there such
rumors about women and gynecologists, especially the handsome kind? 
Did it mean, come prepared to work?  Come in a casual mood?  Did it
mean Cassie wanted to sneak a peek at my breasts?  She had taken to
caressing my newly extruded nipples when we were in bed, knowing it
sent me into the clouds of heaven.  Was she telling me to
anticipate more of that?

I changed the screen hardware toggles on Maria's computer and a few
others down the hall, working counter-clockwise, only a few hundred
more to go, when I saw it was nearly three.  So I got into the
elevator and went up one floor.  I'd been there before, so I knew
to turn left leaving the elevator, and almost immediately I found
myself confronting Clarice at her desk.  

"Ah, there you are, honey!  Right on time.  Jacket unbuttoned, too,
they look just lovely.  I love a lace-trimmed satin bra on a
gorgeous girl!  Is that one Olga or Victoria's Secret?  Well, never
you mind, sweetie, you can tell me later.  He's waiting."

"He?  Isn't this Cassie's office?"  I looked around.  Yes, there
was her sign on the door.

Clarice stood up.  "Go on in, babe.  The doctor awaits.  Cassie
told me that at this point I should make myself scarce.  Call if
you need me, though I won't be here to hear you!"  She grinned at
me, picked up a stack of legal papers, went out the archway
separating her from the wide corridor, and disappeared around a
corner.

I walked in.  "Close the door behind you, please," a man's deep
voice said.  I did, and looked toward the sound of the voice.

No Cassie anywhere visible.  But sitting -- lounging might be the
better word -- on the couch just to my right was a large, bronzed,
good-looking man, the kind you know was four-letter in college and
has never known failure, whether in career or sex or anything else. 
He was inspecting me good naturedly.  Hungrily?  I clutched my
purse close to me and just stood there.

"You're Hallie, then," he said genially.  "Cassie's new little
lady.  I've been hearing a lot about you!"

I just stood there, a little frightened.  This man's presence
filled that whole corner of the room.  Where was Cassie?

"I'm Dr. Burton," he said, making no effort to get up or to extend
a hand.  "Alex, you can call me.  I've known your wife a long time. 
We go way back." 

"I see," I said.

"No, not yet you don't.  You don't see.  We're very fond of each
other, Cassie and I.  Very fond.  Don't mistake me, she loves you,
she's told you I'm sure that she can't live without you, and I'm
sure that's true.  She feels for you with a depth and intensity far
beyond anything she feels for me."  

I tried to think of something to say, and couldn't.  

"What we feel for each other is more like affection than love.  And
more like lust than love too, I have to say.  More like a physical
craving.  She loves you, but she needs to clamp her body against
mine and cram me into her as often as possible.  She can't get
enough.  And I feel this powerful need to help the poor woman out. 
So we go out of our way to see each other, often.  She's protected
you from finding out for the sake of your self-esteem and your
marriage, so you probably don't know that your wife has these ...
needs that only certain kinds of men can fill fully.  I'm fortunate
to be one of them.  The only one always in town, what with my
practice and all.  Other men come and go, but I'm always available. 
So she sees me most often."

He paused.  "Not that you don't satisfy her physical needs too,
certain of them.  Or rather, not that you didn't once upon a time,
until Cassie saw that sooner or later her relationship with you
would endanger her relationships with other better men.  Much
worse, that her relationships with other better men had her
relationship with you at terrible risk.  Because you might get
jealous if you suspected, and angry, and then do something stupid
and hurtful like divorce her.  Even though like most insecure men
you get off on being jealous, it's arousing, it fulfills a deep
need in you to feel humiliated  But like most men you can't
acknowledge it and simply enjoy it.  Cassie's had to teach you how
to do that -- I hear you picked up on the erotic part pretty
quickly.  So when you finally found out about your wife's daily
escapades with other men, you wouldn't mind.  So in fact you'd get
off on it, maybe love it as much as she does!"

I'd been masturbating to that suspicion for months!  Cassie'd set
me up so I wanted to believe it!

"Some men can have problems with wives who are highly sexed.  They
can't satisfy them, and can't live with them, yet can't live
without them either.  Apparently you're one of those."

"But you can," I said suddenly, resentfully.  I'd been hearing out
this smug man's speech with rising animosity.  "Satisfy women like
that, I mean.  Live with or without them."

The doctor straightened his shoulders just a bit, and grinned at
me.  "Oh, my, yes!  I've always been able to satisfy any woman's
needs.  Cassie's been telling me about yours and I've been advising
her.  You aren't quite as confident as I am.  Not quite as capable,
not as dominant in your relationships, in fact you prefer to be
submissive to your women, don't you.  To Cassie, anyhow.  In sexual
matters you prefer taking orders to giving them.  You may resent
it, what man wouldn't?  But that only makes your surrender more
complete.  Look how easily you ceded to your wife that most private
and precious sexual right, the right to pleasure yourself on
demand.  To masturbate.  She told you she was oversexed and
masturbates herself often.  Did you restrict or inhibit her or
shame her?  No, withoin a few minutes you'd agreed not to
masturbate yourself except with her permission.  Was that a
rational response or did it answer to some far deeper need?"

He paused while what he'd just said sank in.  "And look at you now. 
Committed to live as a woman.  Cassie hints she may be having sex
with other men, and once that suspicion is planted in you it
transforms you into a woman who agrees only to have womanly sex
with her, never again to fuck her.  She even tells you some of the
reasons why she's transforming you, why you're agreeing to change
your gender, even your body, and you accept it all.  Just today
you've abandoned your own consulting firm for a less challenging
job working for her firm, haven't you?  To work for your own wife,
in effect, since she's in charge of office personnel.  Well, all
right, you haven't quite reconciled yourself to it, not yet, not
altogether.  But you know you will.  Tomorrow you'll be lunching
again quite happily with the other girls who serve the dominant
professionals who work on this floor.  You'll be one of them.  And
if Cassie chooses, you'll be one of them for the rest of your
life."

I was now utterly silent.  It was true.  I resisted the idea, but
it was nevertheless strangely attractive.  Was that what Cassie
wanted?

"This was all Cassie's idea.  She thought up the testing and
conditioning ideas and situations, that dildo and that modified
display dummy, for example, so you could become habituated to your
new role as a woman and be grateful for it.  I supplied the
hormones when it became apparent that you'd want them sooner or
later anyhow the way things were going.  And when she was most
worried that she might alienate you, that she was losing you, I
supplied the moral support.  And also all the cock she needed when
she had to deprive herself of yours, when you reached a stage in
your conditioning where you could no longer act as her husband. 
Where you had to become her lesbian lover and Jerry's wife."  

He smiled.  "You may not be happy to hear that I've supplied some
of the cum you've been swallowing down like a good little girl. 
Jerry's cum hasn't ever been altogether artificial.  In fact you've
sampled all of Cassie's lovers by now, you'll have to ask her how
many.  All that sperm carefully brought back to you in the condoms
they used to fuck her, then mixed in with Jerry's.  Or brought back
warm in her vagina, where it mixed with who knows who else's, maybe
even Jerry's.  Yours too, until she had to deny you your masculine
rights to her vagina so your femininity could flourish."

"Hallie, two things remain and then your manhood will be gone
irretrievably.  One of them I can provide now -- for the other,
Cassie has other plans.  She insists you lose all trace of that
manhood, for fear you might find it somehow suddenly, and it'll
assert itself as wounded masculine pride, and then she'll lose you. 
And though I can't imagine why, she does love you, dearer than life
as she says.  She can't tolerate that possibility.  Greater love
hath no woman, than to give up her husband's masculinity, to
feminize him against the day he finds out about her infidelities."

He paused to scrutinize me while I simply stood there. "All right,"
he resumed.  "I don't ordinarily do men, but you're scarcely that
any more, so I'll allow it.  I'll help with one of the things she
wants done.  I'll allow you to suck my cock.  A warm, live one this
time, with warm, live sperm your reward if you do it right.  Right
here, right now.  Later you'll do it in my office, probably every
other week, you'll have to call for an appointment, when you come
in for your hormone injections.  Cassie does love you and worry
about you, so she's asked me to give you your sustaining hormones
by injection rather than by mouth.  There are fewer complications. 
While you're bending over to receive them you can show your
gratitude by receiving me at the same time.  As Cassie has done so
often before.  And that will be your payment for services
rendered."

He now sat straight up.  "Now leave your purse on the desk over
there, dear, and come take me into your mouth.  Show Cassie how
grateful you are that you're now in touch with your most hidden
desires."

"She isn't here," I said, grasping at any excuse not to.

"Oh yes I am, sweetie," Cassie's voice replied from my left.  I
looked.  There was a large armchair to the left of the door.  I'd
forgotten.  She'd been sitting in it the whole time, listening.  So
everything this man had said was true!

I stared,

"Sweetheart," she said.  "Suck him off.  I'll explain later.  Just
do it, for my sake.  The way you've done Jerry a thousand times. 
I've been boasting to Alex what a marvelous cocksucker you've
become.  Now you can show him personally.  Kneel down in front of
him and let your mouth earn the gratitude and affection Jerry can
never show you.  Alex's is the superior cock of every woman's
dreams, and your most exquisitely tormented dreams.  It's fucked me
many times and will fuck me many more, I hope.  So love it.  Kiss
it.  Suck on it just as we've anticipated you would.  This is your
most sublime moment, baby girl.  Your apotheosis.  Do it!"

She came around to where I was standing stolidly, and kissed me. 
"When I kiss you again, let me taste his cum on your lips.  Let me
share with you the taste of his cum, lover."

"Cassie!" I began to say.  I had my pride, after all!

"Just do it!" she broke in, gently but firmly.  "Like a good girl! 
Do it!"

What could I do?  I stepped forward.  I spread my skirt and I knelt
down.  I leaned forward.  I unzipped him and took out his
magnificent long staff, my God, easily the equal of Jerry's -- and
I'd thought Jerry's waa an exaggerated fantasy!  Could I stop now? 
I opened my mouth and took him in hand and then into my mouth.  I
sucked.  As I sucked, and licked, and pulled at it, and pushed it
into my throat and bobbed my head, I realized that it was like
Jerry's down to the last vein.  Jerry's was modeled on this one. 
All my pleasuring of Jerry had been a rehearsal for this moment of
authentic revelation, and I'd not known until now.  I clamped my
lips tight and slid them up and down, and groaned.  He did too.

No time at all seemed to pass when suddenly his cock rose up and
pulsed and spurted rich semen into my mouth, and I swallowed it,
almost all of it.  A familiar flavor.  "You were right, Cassie," I
heard his voice say above me.  "He's great!  He really puts his
heart into it."

Then when I stood up and turned around, there was Cassie.  She took
my head in both her hands and pressed her mouth to mine, and licked
the cum off my lips as she'd promised.  Exploring a kind of ecstasy
of her own, eyes closed, dreamlike, her tongue roamed the corners
and ridges of my lips until saliva was all there was left.  

She then pressed her forehead against mine, and stared directly
into my eyes, and said in a whisper, "Honey, I know without looking
that your cock is rampant.  Probably painfully swollen.  I want you
to relieve yourself.  Do you want to relieve yourself?"

"Yes," I squealed, almost pathetically.  "Yes, I do."

"There are rubbers in your purse, I put them there this morning
before I left.  Put one on.  You have my full permission to
masturbate.   But now you need to decide where.  You can do it
right here and watch Alex fuck me slowly, beautifully,
magnificently, and you can time your climax so you cum as we cum,
so we all three cum together in what I am sure will be the most
satisfying moment of your life.  Or if that's too unbearable, you
can go straight back to your cubicle, close the door, imagine what
we're doing, and cum as quickly or as slowly as you wish, alone
with your own thoughts.  Which will it be?

My mouth was dry.  Which was more humiliating?  "Here," was all I
could say.  I could scarcely breathe it.

She looked at me all the more intently.  "Good!" she said.  Then,
pointing to the chair where she'd sat and watched and listened
while Alex enlightened me and I sucked him off, she said "There!" 


I sat, and fumbled for the rubbers in my purse.  Sure enough, there
they were.  I pulled up my skirt and released my iron-stiff,
painfully swollen cock from my panties and took it in hand, and
rolled the condom down on it, and waited.

"Oh yes," Cassie said.  "While you masturbate your penis, be sure
you squeeze and caress your nipples.  You'll have one hand free. 
You're a girl now, and that will be the best part of it."  

Alex then stood and stripped himself naked, his eyes on me the
whole time.  Cassie looked steadfastly at him and slowly,
provocatively, peeled off her own clothing.  It was like some
obscene ritual, each preparing for the sacrifice of the other and
both for my sacrifice.  When they were each utterly naked, Alex's
marvelous body broad and muscular, his prick ascended yet again, my
wife's body rounded, beautifully soft, her tits perfect, Alex
stepped aside and Cassie arranged herself comfortably on the couch. 
Then opened her legs wide, smiling in anticiation at him and
glancing at me to be sure I was watching.  

Carefully, Alex lay down between those legs, and gently pressed
himself into her.  All the way.  It took a long while for him to
enter her, it seemed.  She let out an enormous sigh.  Now I am a
cuckold, I told myself.  There is no more doubt of it.  

And then the slow stroking and withdrawing began.  Mine too, in
rhythm with theirs.  Their pace slowly picked up, as did mine,
until Alex's whole body like some magnificent stallion's seemed to
be lunging and plunging into her, Cassie like some incredibly
skilled bareback rider clinging to him with her legs, rising and
falling with him.  The two of them groaned incoherent throat sounds
at each other.  I clutched first one of my small breasts through my
satin bra, then the other, my fingers pinching my nipples as
electric shocks passed through them into my groin.  My other hand
was a blur, pistoning my cock.  Finally, as Alex thrust mightily
deep, deep into her and pushed her whole body almost out of sight
into the seat cushions, their cries became shrieks, and mine did
too as my twinkling fingers on my nipples and my flashing fist on
my cock pushed me too over the edge.  The intensity of my joy and
of my humiliation were so great that I passed out.

When I came to and opened my eyes, Cassie and Alex were more
relaxed, grinning and looking into each other's eyes with thankful
admiration.  Not with love, I could see that.  Alex kissed Cassie's
nose affectionately, and she kissed his playfully.  Then she looked
over at me, concerned to know if I'd enjoyed it as much as she had. 
I could see the love in her eyes.  

Why me?  I'd never understood it.  I still didn't.

"Now pull that condom off carefully, sweetheart, you darling girl
of my heart, and tip it up over your mouth and drink it down.  You
know how to do that."

I did it.

Cassie motioned Alex away and spread her legs wide toward me.  "Now
come taste Alex's cum from out of my brimming bowl.  You've done it
before.  Now do it knowing what it is.  Enjoy it for what it is."

I did that too.  

Alex sat down in my chair and watched.  He was enjoying himself,
watching a feminized, submissive man suck his cum yet again, this
time out of his own wife's cunt.  There was no doubt of that.  But
I sensed a sadness in him.  He was also jealous.  There was
something between Cassie and me he'd never felt with any woman, and
as he was realizing, never would experience.

Fifteen minutes and two orgasms later Cassie disengaged her pussy
lips from my mouth by pulling back her pelvis, and said, "That was
so very good, dear.  I'm so glad you'll be working close by.  I'll
want to call on you for this often.  Now go back to your work. 
Remember to stop by personnel before you go home, to sign those
papers.  As Hallie.  You're Hallie now and will be Hallie for the
rest of your life.  My Hallie."

She kissed me gently, tenderly, on my lips.  I barely could purse
them to kiss her back.  "I'll see you at home," she whispered.

Then while Alex stood up, glanced at his watch, and dressed
himself, preparing to leave, Cassie picked up her clothes and
disappeared into the small powder room just off her office.  I
waited.  When she reappeared almost perfectly attired again, her
hair still slightly mussed -- as I'd seen it often when she came
home from work -- Alex had gone.  "Still here?" she asked me.  She
then walked over to her desk, sat down, picked up a file, and
dismissed me from her attention.  

"Yes," I replied.  "This is how I want to remember you as I leave."

She looked up as if indifferent, but then lost control and melted
happily into my eyes as I did into hers.  We perfectly understood
each other.

As I opened the door and walked into the outer office, there was
Clarice sitting once again at her desk.  She knew everything.  She
didn't know how I felt about it.

"No one ever said that being a woman was easy," she told me
sympathetically as I walked past her.  "Just try to remember that
in the end, it's worth it."

It was.  It had been glorious.  I'd surrendered everything, and it
was worth it.  In a way, I'd come home, arrived at something
essentially mine.  When I got back to my cubicle I checked my
lipstick.  Perfect, though my whole face was now glistening with
Alex's semen.  It didn't matter.  Men like to get their rocks off. 
I'd earned the love of a women who loved me more than her own life,
and I loved her with the same impassioned commitment.

I went into the ladies' room to rinse Alex's stuff off, and as I
touched up my mascara I realized that I'd never been happier.  I
was ready to lick anything out of Cassie's pussy in sheer gratitude
for this moment.  Anything.  I adored her!  She'd given me the
greatest gifts it was in her power to give me.  The love of one
woman for another, and that other woman's love for her own
womanhood.


***********


That evening at dinner I started one of those conversations where
I already knew both sides of whatever would be said.  "Cassie," I
asked.  "Why did you call me to handle that computer system
malfunction?  There were people in the building who could have done
as well as I did.  There are plenty of people who can re-jump the
office monitors  -- for me that's three weeks of scutwork, tops.

"Because now that Jerry's taught you everything he can about being
a woman and you no longer need him during the day, I wanted to know
that you're close by me.  That makes me happy.  Because it was time
you heard and saw how I use my sexuality when I'm away from you,
time you replaced your suspicions with realities, and decided
whether you can love the real me.  I couldn't stand not knowing
whether you love the real me.  Because I wanted to see you better
settled in your own social life as a girl, happier in it, better
rounded, safer from temptation, a girl who's frequently hit on by
other men he'll never accept, a girl among other girls who think of
you only as a friend, never as a lover who might take you away from
me.  I hear you've already joined a women's lunch group, and that
you all had fun gossiping.  That's lovely.  Do it daily, and you'll
soon realize you're not an isolated sex freak but what you are now,
just one more girl, well-socialized, enjoying her new life."  

She looked at me intently as she added, "Because that's what you
are now, honey.  You can run from it, but you can't hide.  And I
love you like this.  Just like this.  I want you to love it too." 


Then she relaxed again.  "Also, hiring you seemed to me good for
the firm.  The system malfunction gave us an ideal opportunity to
bring in a woman techie who is highly competent, deserving of
everyone's respect, and by the time you've re-done their individual
computers, known to everyone."

"Oh?"  I asked.  "You knew I'd need to visit every computer in
every office?"

"Yes, of course.  I asked that young techie you replaced to fix up
that very accidental shut-down, set to take place the day he left,
and he did.  I'm pleased.  He certainly earned his severance pay
bonus.  By the end of next week everyone in the firm will know by
personal acquaintance that our new techie is a woman in a field
where women aren't often seen, and not too bad looking either. 
You'll be a real person known to many people, part of a workplace
team.  Not just a concept in your own mind or mine."

I didn't like being manipulated like this.  "Cassie, I have my own
clients," I said.  

"Of course you do.  And you can tend to them from your little
cubicle at the office -- if you'd read your contract before signing
it you'd know you've reserved that right.  The tech job isn't that
time-consuming.  Routine maintenance mostly, and putting out small
fires, mostly reassuring the very secretaries who will be your new
friends.  We'll drive in to work and go home together except when
I have other engagements.  It'll be convenient for both of us."

I had no answer to that.

"I'll love knowing that you're close by, love.  You might want to
keep a closer eye on me too, now that you know what I do when I'm
not working.  If you wish, you can watch me get it on with Alex
again, or with anyone else who's willing to let you watch.  I
enjoyed this afternoon more than any other adulterous fucking I've
ever done.  For the first time I felt altogether free of the fear
of you finding out and leaving me.  I could never bear that
possibility -- it subdued so many of my orgasms with other men. 
But now no longer.  You enjoyed jerking yourself off, too, and that
added to my pleasure this afternoon.  My orgasm was overwhelming! 
I dedicated it to you as I crossed over the edge and it took
possession of me.  I do hope for many more now as we grow closer
and grow old together.  You'll always be the person I'm fucking in
my mind, no matter whose cock is in me."

She got up, came around the table, and kissed me.  On my lips, hers
soft on mine, woman to woman.  "I'm going to so love coming home at
all hours," she whispered, "Knowing that no explanations will ever
again be necessary.  Isn't that a delicious thought for you too?

"If we travel together and are known to live together, won't people
guess who I am?  Your husband?  A converted male?"

"Not really.  Mostly no.  I've told Clarice to let the word out
that my husband ran off with a Trucker and is keeping him happy
sexually somewhere in the mid-west.  That Hallie is my old college
room-mate and has moved in with me while she looks for a place of
her own she'll never find.  Some who saw you at one of our parties
may work it out for themselves -- you did do some swishing about
showing off your new derriere in stretch pants at the last one. 
But you'll only be seen in skirts from now on.  And you hadn't
started in with lipstick and eye make-up then, so you weren't being
too obvious.  And anyhow if they do figure it they'll keep it to
themselves.  There are advantages to my being head of the personnel
committee." 

"Then I work for you, now?"

"In effect, yes.  You're support staff for me now.  As long as we
both shall live.  I'd love for you to be my personal secretary, in
fact, so Clarice can concentrate on her legal work for me, and you
can schedule my other needs.  You know, like keep my appointment
book, remind me where I should be and when, and with which man. 
I'd love that.  But we need your computer skills more I'm afraid. 
Oh darling, I'm so very happy."