Hell Has No Fury Like A Drag Queen'

Susan was completely demoralized. Everything Phyllis said was true.
She sat on the foot of the bed, not knowing what to do next.

"Like I said earlier, Ruth wanted to fuck you since Scott joined the
firm. All the men do. And we know Scott felt the same way about me. We
were the two most desirable lawyer's wives at Goethe, Hume, Marlowe.
And now you are without competition. You've seen how one off-hand
comment affected me. What if Ruth had not been forced to leave the
firm, was still a senior partner, was still Scott's boss, and you had
said that? Do you want to make that mistake again? We can never be
friends again, Susan, but that doesn't mean we cannot be friendly. We
just have to redefine the nature of our relationship—you and I, Scott
and Ruth, the Kranmeyers and the Chadwicks."

Phyllis paused to let what she had said sink in. While she had been
speaking to Susan, the speech was also intended for Ruth. Phyllis had
been faithful to Ruth throughout their marriage. While she had
arranged for Ruth to enjoy other women, she had never sought
extracurricular male partners. She had enjoyed the occasional head by
some of the women she procured for Ruth, but it was at their
insistence, not hers. It seems that women who want to have sex with a
transgendered man also enjoyed sex with women, and Phyllis was
definitely all woman. She also discovered that having her pussy
tag-teamed by two or three people could produce a series of multiple
orgasms that could last for more than an hour. Few men could equal the
women she obtained for Ruth, but Scott had proven their equal. And he
didn't have any problem sucking Ruth's dick.

"Ruth likes variety," Phyllis continued. "I make sure Ruth gets all
the extracurricular nookie she can handle. You could be that nookie.
... Think about it. ... You can get screwed by an eight-and-a-half
inch cock on a regular basis—an eight-and-a-half inch cock whose owner
knows how to fuck! ... And I'm willing to teach you how to handle both
a cock of Ruth's size and one like Scott's."

Susan looked at the floor at her feet, letting the words sink in. Ruth
and Scott were looking at the women, also considering what Phyllis had
said. Ruth had some misgivings about involving the Chadwicks in their
sexual activities. None of their past or current sexual partners were
part of their professional or social worlds. But Harlan becoming Ruth
had changed those worlds. Ruth realized that Susan could easily become
an excellent sexual partner with experience—and under Phyllis'
tutelage. And while he wasn't into gay sex, a good blow job is a good
blow job, and Scott was good. For the first time Ruth wondered if
Scott had sucked cock before.

Scott had sucked cock before. Between his first and second years at
law school, he had roomed with two other interns at another law firm.
One of them was a closeted gay who gave him and the other intern blow
jobs on a regular basis. Toward the end of the summer, Scott and the
other straight intern had gotten drunk and horny. Their gay roomie not
being available, they went down on each other. In the midst of a
rather sloppy 69, the third roommate came home. What followed was a
clinic in how to suck cock. The three of them orally pleasured each
other for the remainder of their internships. Returning to law school,
Scott sought to erase the episode by pursuing every hot babe on
campus, getting him a reputation as a womanizer. Susan considered
herself lucky to land such a stud, even though she had to sacrifice
her virginity to him to do so. Scott had occasionally fantasized about
sucking cock again, including Ruth's when she was Harlan. So when
Phyllis offered him Ruth's cock, he went to it without thinking or
hesitation.

Despite a well-earned reputation for womanizing, Scott had been
faithful to Susan in their brief marriage. Susan had made it clear
when she had sex with him the first time that he would have no sex
with anyone else while they were together. She hadn't expected to
marry Scott. Getting rid of her virginity was her prime motivation in
going with him. Having a boyfriend in the law school stopped her
fellow underclassmen from hitting on her. Having established his
reputation as a stud, having one of the hottest women on campus as his
girlfriend, Scott concentrated on his studies. His diligence paid off
with an internship at Goethe, Hume, Marlowe. Not wanting to repeat his
experiences of the previous year, he asked Susan to move in with him.
She did, and just before the start of his third year they were
married.

Phyllis had also been right about his wanting to fuck her since the
day he joined the firm. But then, every man at the firm did. He was
both surprised and flattered when she let him fuck her. Surprised that
she would let him fuck her and flattered that he was the only man to
do so since her marriage. He now wondered if her proposition to Susan
would include his fucking her. The fact that Susan was packing to
leave him, and might still do so did not register.

"Why don't you spend the weekend at the Fairlane," Phyllis suggested
to Susan. The Fairlane was the exclusive hotel-spa for their town.
Both couples had spent extended weekends there, together, with others,
and alone. "Give yourself some time with your thoughts." Phyllis knew
that Susan would have to use credit cards her marriage to Scott
provided, further impressing on her the perks of being a successful
lawyer's wife. Primarily though, she knew that whoever packed and
moved out first would be the one abandoning the marriage, and she
wanted Scott to remain in the house if one of them had to leave.

Susan thought about Phyllis' suggestion, then closed her suitcase, not
realizing its full implications. As she stood to leave she looked at
her husband, sitting on the floor at Ruth's feet, his lips smeared
with cum from both Ruth and Phyllis. She picked up the suitcase and
left, not knowing if she'd ever come back. As he heard Susan's car
drive off, Scott finally realized his predicament.

Phyllis recognized the look of dejection on his face. "Don't worry,
Scott. Susan's a pragmatic girl. She'll be back." Looking at Ruth,
"Ruth, honey, think you can go one more time?"

"No, I'm finished for tonight."

"You mind if Scott took care of me while you take a shower?" This was
more a statement than a question. Ruth shook her head in the negative
and made moves to stand, which required Scott to move away from his
position at Ruth's feet. Phyllis scooted down on the bed and Scott
climbed on top of her. Ruth stood, watched as her wife guided the
younger man into position, then wrapped her legs and arms around him.
She looked at Ruth as she began milking Scott's cock, a look telling
Ruth that this was just a mercy fuck. Ruth padded into the bathroom.

When she came back into the bedroom fifteen minutes later, Phyllis was
on top of Scott. "Don't move, Scott. Just let me do all the work.
You've been so good at pleasuring Ruth and me. Now it's your turn."
Phyllis placed her hands on Scott's chest and began riding his cock.
Although he was drained and would not become hard again, he enjoyed
the velvet vise that Phyllis' cunt became. Phyllis knew Scott had
petered out, but kept massaging his not hard-not limp cock until it
began to soften. Ruth began to gather her clothes.

"I don't think we should leave Scott alone, honey," Phyllis said,
climbing off Scott. "Why don't you and Scott change the sheets while I
shower?"

Ruth and Scott looked at each other, then at the shapely ass of
Phyllis disappearing into the bathroom. Ruth began stripping the bed
clothing, forcing Scott to get out of the bed. Scott began hunting for
fresh linen while Ruth finished. Wordlessly the two of them re-made
the bed, finishing just as Phyllis came back, her hair in a towel. She
stood at the foot of the bed, toweling herself dry, making sure both
males had as wonderful a show as if she was pole-dancing. Seeing that
her performance could not arouse them further, she knew she could get
a good night's sleep.

"Why don't you two sleep here, and I'll take the guest room." Phyllis
had no other motive than a good night's sleep. Ruth and Scott looked
at each other apprehensively. "C'mon, fellas," Phyllis cajoled. "After
all we've done, sharing a bed can't be that earth-shattering!"

"I don't have any nightwear," protested Ruth.

"Then sleep in your slip," Phyllis replied, "you've done it before."

"I ... I'm ..." Scott stammered.

"Look, gentlemen," Phyllis said, "I'm going to bed, and I don't want
to be disturbed. You'll have to make your own arrangements." So
saying, she left them with the sight of her pear-shaped ass exiting
the bedroom.

Ruth and Scott looked at each other awkward. "I need to shower," Scott
said, nearly running for the bathroom.

As Scott showered, Ruth decided to get some sleep, and crawled between
the sheets, unknowingly on Scott's side of the bed. She was snoring
loudly when Scott came out of the bath. Scott looked with dismay at
the bed. Not only would he have to share it with Ruth, but she was on
Scott's side. Scott picked his ugliest pair of pajamas and put them
on, not realizing that once the lights were out, Ruth would not be
able to see them. He hesitantly parted the sheets and eased into the
bed on Susan's side, turning his back to Ruth. Between the snoring and
waiting for an advance that never came, it took nearly an hour before
Scott went to sleep.

And so exhausted was he that he didn't feel Ruth's cock entering his
ass seven hours later.