Magic Dress - Paula Pt. 03

CHAPTER 6

It was our wedding anniversary, and we had arranged to leave our baby Harry with Erica's mother so we could have an evening together. It was not difficult to get either grandmother to hold the baby, only a bit of an effort to get it back. Erica had expressed some milk for while we were out and promised to be home for the midnight feed.

As Paul, I was troubled by the arrangement. I dressed as Paula and was excited (with a worried Paul in the background).

Erica drove to her mother's and handed over Harry, back to me, then to a rendezvous point where we picked up Tom and George (he had given up calling himself Chuck.) They showed us their certificates of test for STIs, and we went to the hotel as two couples: Tom with Erica, George with me. George had booked a double room where I would be serviced and stay the night, Tom a twin, where in fact George would also stay the night, while Erica slept with me. At least, that was the plan.

We then had a pleasant dinner: two men, two women all friends. Tom was good at repartee and flirted expertly with both of us. Once he stopped pretending to be an American oilman, George was actually very nice. After dinner we went up to our rooms, Tom and George in the twin, Erica and me in the double, where she helped me to get ready, cleaning and lubricating me. We were not going to make the same mistake with the dress, so I was in a green nightdress, with two spares. I was wearing my breasts in a soft bra, and knickers with a panty liner against the anal lube. She rang Tom, and when he arrived, kissed me and left.

Tom is a Casanova, and Erica must have advised him, because he romanced me in a skilled and insincere way. I wonder how many women must have known that he did not care for them, but still lapped it up. I certainly did. He didn't say he loved me of course, but told some other lies about how nice he thought I was and so on. We sat on the bed. He was somewhat handicapped by not being able to fondle my breasts and vulva, or for that matter my lack of round buttocks to caress. But we kissed, and he stroked my (somewhat muscular) thighs till I felt I was ready.

Of course, Erica was not there to excite him, but there was an obvious solution as he stood and presented his cock to my mouth. I had not thought of this at all (though I should have) but went ahead. The soft cock was quite pleasant in my mouth. It was uncircumcised, and taking it in brought my nose close to his masculine pubic hair, which smelled a world away from Erica's. Under the circumstances it was OK. A soft cock in the mouth was a new experience and I found that Paula quite liked it, as my sucking and tonguing made it swell, until it was stiff and trying to point upwards, so I had to rise up to let it take its natural angle.

"Right," said Tom, "I am going to make love to you." He did not ask me, he told me. Which I liked.

He pulled back the covers and made me kneel on hands and knees so that my bum was at the right height. He put down a towel to catch any sperm I might produce. He entered me carefully, but quite quickly, and pushed slowly to the end. Then the magic began. The skill I had seen him practise on Erica was now used on me. My cock was soon stiff and dripping, as he tried different angles till he found the right one, which was presumably stroking my prostate. It was much longer than last time. He brought me to the point where I thought I would soon come, and then I felt him pulsing and shaking as spurt after spurt shot inside me. A moment later I was coming myself with a similar number of spurts. I would have collapsed, but he was holding my hips firmly. He stayed there and I felt his cock deflate and eventually slip out.

I did not realise, but he had his phone ready, and snapped a picture of the spunk dribbling out of me, which he gave to us later.

"Thank you, ma'am!" he said, and smiled.

"I'll get George." He telephoned through and was cleaning himself up as George arrived. Tom got dressed and said "I'll leave you now. Have fun!"

George was not here to romance me (and probably did not have the skill) so simply said "Hello, Paula," and started to undress. He was already half hard, which was nice to see. I sat on the towel and sucked his cock. It was bigger, and somehow I liked it more - probably because I was now getting used to it. Yes, Paula liked cock. I thought I would not like one larger: Dick's must be impossible. I don't know how I managed it before. Once it was hard, I thought I might like to suck it a bit more, but George was already out and expectant, so I presented myself to him.

He was bigger, but I was spermy and loosened up so it did not take long. I thought one of us is Goldilocks because this is just the right size! Tom had been clever at the dining table, but George was just nice. It was the same with fucking. He did not do anything but push in and out, and it was a really nice fuck, exactly what Paula wanted. My cock dribbled and dribbled, but did not come. I did not care. I was just enjoying it. He was not trying to please me, just fuck, which was just right under the circumstances. And when he started spurting, I felt so glad and so satisfied: it was better than coming. He paused a moment, then pulled out. I quickly sat on the towel.

"Oh, you were lovely," he said in such a heartfelt way that I could not have wished for any other words. He sat down on the bed beside me and kissed me in an unselfconscious way. "Thank you, Paula."

"Thank you, George," I said. He cleaned himself up while I just sat and let the sperms dribble, enjoying the sensation. He got dressed and went to get his overnight bag which we had left in what was supposed to be 'our' room.

"You can stay, if you like," I said, though I don't know why.

"That'd be nice," he said and opened his case. He got his kit out and cleaned his teeth, washed, put on a complimentary hotel dressing gown and switched on the TV, just as if we were the couple we were pretending to be. I took longer to take off my wig and makeup and clean my lower parts. I kept my breasts and bra on and put on my nightie. Then we sat in bed and chatted. I told him about my architecture work and he told me his life as a contract electrician. It was strangely comfortable.

It was not late, but he suggested we could go to sleep. We snuggled down and he kissed me goodnight. Very soon he was asleep and I was touched. I did not think I would sleep at all, just thinking about what had happened.

Suddenly I awoke. There was a stiff cock pushing at my bum. What a lovely feeling to be wanted! I quickly pulled down my knickers, squeezed a blob of lube from the dispenser still sitting by the bed and applied it to my hole and his lovely stiff cock. There then began a delightful slow fuck lying on our sides. Finally, he rolled me onto my front and began to seriously thrust from on top. I could feel myself being pushed down into the bed, and being bounced back by the mattress.

He groaned as he shot another load in me and I was smiling with happiness. It all felt so right.

"That was great," he said. "You're a wonderful woman." He did not even clean himself, but was asleep in a minute or so.

We had gone to bed early, so I awoke just before six and went to the toilet. I cleaned and lubricated my hole, just in case. He also went to the toilet and (I am pleased to say) washed his genitals.

We looked at each other. "Come here," I said, and sucked his cock to hardness. There was no hurry. He was not going to come very quickly, so I was able to enjoy it for quite a long time before he said "Can I fuck you please?"

I got a fresh towel for the bed and knelt down as before and was treated to very long and very nice fuck. I thought he was never going to come, and was happy just to enjoy it. But come he did, and I got another dose of sperms. Yes, Paula did like being fucked and spermed by real cock.

George shaved and washed. I told him that it was going to take me some time to get ready, so he could go to breakfast if he wanted, and he should send Tom afterwards. I wanted to shower alone, of course. Then makeup took some time. My daytime bra, new knickers, suspender belt and stockings, my other dress and shoes. I was just putting on my wig when there was a knock at the door. It was Tom.

I let him in, and he said "For you to know, when George didn't come to my room, your wife took a taxi home. What can I do for you this morning, pretty lady?"

I couldn't believe it. I had forgotten about Erica! What was happening to me?

"I want to suck you off," I said.

"Do you think you will be able to swallow?" he asked. I said I was going to try.

He put down a pillow for me to kneel on (he is actually so thoughtful about these details) and presented his soft cock.

Now I knew what I was doing and there was no need to hurry, I just enjoyed it, and enjoyed trying to please him. He told me when something was especially nice and what to do more or less. It was a lesson. Finally he warned me "I'm coming!"

I had worked out that it would probably be best to hold him so that he did not thrust down my throat, so mainly had his knob inside, though he was rocking my head with his thrusts. I felt really elated as I took it all. Some escaped down the side of my tongue and took some slurping to get out, but I got it all. I pumped his cock to get the last out.

"That was pretty good," he said, sounding slightly surprised. "Any man would appreciate it."

I rinsed my mouth and he cleaned himself up and accompanied me to breakfast. Hmm, my pretend husband George had dined alone, now I was coming down with Erica's supposed husband? The staff might think a bit of wife-swapping had taken place. In all probability they had recognised me as a man, had laughed together and did not care who did what with whom so long as the bill was paid.

We took a taxi, dropping the men off and taking me home, where Erica and our son were waiting.

All this time I had been Paula. I changed back into Paul.

What had I done?

I could not keep it from her. I had to explain the feelings I had had, but also how devastated I was by them.

I didn't do very well in explaining, except that I was worried that my desires would break up our family. She told me to go away and send Paula back.

Paula made a much better job of explaining her feelings: how much she had enjoyed sucking a cock and feeling a man fuck and come inside her, and really wanted more. And how what had happened with Tom and George, and how she had felt about them.

Despite all the hormones raging through her (or perhaps because of them) Erica was surprisingly unfazed.

"Listen, Paula, dear. I am glad you had such a lovely time. That is what we paid for after all. I would be unhappy if Paul was fucking. I am less concerned if Paula gets fucked. Providing Paul is the father I expect him to be, I think we can cope with the rest."

And she kissed me.