Magic Dress - Yvette Pt. 07

It was Cora, Cedric's wife, who suggested it. Essentially it was a convenient way for her husband to be unfaithful with me because she loved him so. And it was Susan, my boss' secretary who made it happen, because she knew all about me and is the wisest person I know.

At work I am Maurice, reckoned to be a good manager. Part of that is because for as much time as I can manage I am Yvette. Having discovered this part of me, I understand people better and am more tolerant of their mistakes, difficulties and just being human. In my dreams I would have hormones and feel my body become softer and curvy. I would get rid of my cock and balls so that they do not spoil the look of the clothes I like to wear. I would have my own breasts instead of plastic ones. And I would have a man to fuck me every day and let me lie on his hairy chest at night.

Actually, my employer would not have a problem with me working as a woman, but I know that it would not be successful. Yvette is a different character. She could not be the manager that Maurice is, and I am not sure how she could earn a living. However, if there was no-one else involved, I think I would definitely go a bit further along this path.

The one person I would hurt most would be the love of my life, my wife, Kathy. She loves me so much that she would help me to go all the way, to be a woman and some man's wife, though I know it would break her heart. Even now, she encourages me to sometimes have sex with my first wife, Jean, who still loves me, and whom I never stopped loving. She also helped me to find a man to fuck me occasionally, namely Cedric, in a fairly safe way. Cedric's wife Cora also loves him enough to manage his infidelities and desires, and even allowed him to have a little holiday with me.

The solution was ballroom dancing. In return for spending time as Yvette, I agreed to make sure I spent enough time as Kathy's husband, with romance and of course lovemaking. It is not just about sex. Kathy treats Yvette as woman friend, and we enjoy general time together, but at the expense of time as a husband and wife. Actually, the way I am treated by Cedric showed me how it was to be on the receiving end of a man's courteous appreciation, and I make more of an effort with Kathy.

Once a week we go dancing, Maurice and Kathy. It is a good romantic and gentlemanly way to treat your wife, and we both enjoy it. We also make love afterwards. I think it is more stimulating than people would expect.

I had been meeting Cedric in a hotel once a fortnight on a Friday for dinner and bed, but we both wanted it more often. Cora suggested that we could go ballroom dancing instead, so I asked Susan where we could go that was different from our current class, and she suggested the local university, who have classes open to the public in the evenings. She pointed out that it would certainly be accepting of different gender types. So on Tuesday Maurice and Kathy went dancing, and on Thursday Cedric and Yvette.

It was such a brilliant suggestion. Putting on what can be fairly extreme female clothes and being moved around the floor to music by a man in company with other couples made me feel awash with womanliness. No wonder Kathy appreciated it! And on Tuesdays I enjoyed dancing with my wife even more.

Although I was OK dancing as a man, I was a fairly rubbish beginner as a woman, needing to go in a different direction in high heels, but I was not the only one and we laughed and it was fun. It may sound odd, but in one sense everything was very easy. I just switched to being either Maurice or Yvette with the clothes and did not confuse the two, which I had feared. An obvious difference was that Maurice was typically unobservant and could not remember much about the other couples apart from one or two sexy women, but Yvette was in full female scan mode and could describe every dress.

Surprisingly, there were all ages there, as it was open to the public, but of course some very nice looking young students and the girls treated me as one of them. For the beginners' class we were told to come in something comfortable in which we could move, and some of the students were even in track suits, but I think every woman over thirty was in a dress or skirt. I wore the magic dress which is comfortable and suitable for all occasions, and was pleased to get some compliments from women.

Some dropped out, but eventually we moved to the regular sessions where nearly everyone was dressed for the occasion. The teachers would first demonstrate, and we would try some moves, then the rest of the evening was dancing, and the teachers would come round for individual instruction. Quite a number of couples had been coming for years and just enjoyed the dancing together. Some women wore the same dress each time, but others rang the changes from short and sexy to long and glamorous, slinky or pretty-pretty, which I greatly enjoyed seeing and participated to some extent. Ballroom dancing offers a great opportunity for this kind of display.

It gave me a chance to discuss clothes with Kathy, and of course shopping for dresses. I got a special pleasure from thinking how they would work when we wanted to fuck. Could I just drop my knickers and raise my skirt, or would he have to help me take off the dress and then fuck me in my underwear? Would I wear my gaff or padding? The answer is we did every possible combination. I found out how good it is to be danced and fucked, and was glad that I could give Kathy the same.

I had to remain decent during the dance, of course, which meant serious pants with any skirt which might show them, but decent did not exclude tight, providing I could move. I studied the other girls with interest, and was pleased when they complimented me on my clothes. Of course some of them had figures I could not compare with, but if I say so myself I was not bad even in this company. It was even better than being dressed up as a dolly, showing off and being appreciated by other women, and taking part in the mutual compliments. I loved it when a girl said I looked sexy!

And what about the sex? If anything that was even better than the hotel, and I had been fooling myself that once a fortnight was enough. The classes were held in the University refectory, and the university had toilets for males, females, neither and both, and there were temporary arrangements for the classes for changing. It was not hard to find a room for a fuck, and I think we were far from the only ones doing so. It was a storeroom, but empty, not much more than a cupboard, inside another unused room next to the ones for the dancers. This was good for two reasons. Firstly we were all sweaty and excited. Secondly it seemed so naughty! Cedric was no longer my husband, he was the boyfriend my parents disapproved of, and so we had to sneak off for sex.

The fact that someone might hear us added to the excitement, and in fact I slightly hoped they did.

At the hotel we had fucked once in the evening and once in the morning, so I got the idea of arriving early. Cedric fucked me then, we had our dance, he fucked me again and we went home to sleep with our wives. Every week.

One Tuesday I got a surprise. We were at the dancing (as Maurice and Kathy) when I saw Cedric with a nice looking woman. "Hello, Kathy," she said. "This handsome man must be Maurice."

They kissed, and Kathy said "Yes, Maurice, meet Cora and Cedric." (Of course I had only known Cedric while being Yvette.) I shook hands.

Cora was older than me, about the same age as Cedric, and certainly plumper than me, but I would not say fat, and she had dressed well. We all had a chat in the bar afterwards, just general stuff, and went home. This was then a regular part of our week. We would swap partners (but just on the dancefloor) for one dance and Kathy and I agreed they were an attractive couple. I mean, they were all right looking, but they behaved in such a pleasant manner, as well as being noticeably better dancers. I wondered if Cedric and Kathy fancied each other.

Supposing they wanted to fuck? I could hardly object but realised I would be jealous, and I cannot imagine that Cedric or Kathy would do that to Cora. On the other hand, if Cora fancied Maurice then a fuck exchange would not be cheating. I realised Maurice's planning brain was going into places where it was better not to go.

Otherwise things continued the same. I was kept busy at work, but for all the right reasons as the company was doing well and expanding. On Tuesdays I danced and fucked with Kathy, on Thursdays the same with Cedric. On alternate Fridays after dinner I went to Adam's home as Maurice where I fucked and slept with Jean. On the Saturday morning I was dressed up as a dolly for the entertainment of Eve and Jean, going home mid-afternoon as Maurice. The rest of the weekend I was Maurice and made love to my wife, though I slept in a nightie. On other Saturdays I generally spent the day as Yvette, being Kathy's friend, but was Maurice all Sunday, especially the morning lovemaking. A busy schedule, but not a bad one.

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It was a stay at home Saturday when Kathy suggested I put on the lucky dress, which I was pleased to do of course. It was about 11 when the doorbell rang, and she went to answer.

She came back with Cora.

"This is a nice surprise," I said, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Not really," said Kathy. "We arranged this a few days ago, but I didn't want you to be discussing it or it distracting you from work. Cora has something serious to discuss."

There then followed one of the most difficult situations that I have ever experienced. No wonder she did not want me to have advance warning.

"Yvette," she began. "Can I ask you honestly, do you love my husband, at all? I know that people can love more than one person, so I won't be angry or shocked." I shook my head.

"Does he love you, or does he tell you that he loves you?"

"No," I said. I was choking a bit with fear where this conversation was leading, but I was relieved that I was able to say no. "Honestly, I don't love him. He doesn't love me, and he has never pretended to. But I do know he loves you. And I don't mean he says that. When we were on holiday he mentioned you so often, just in little ways, and just occasionally said things that suggest he thinks you are wonderful."

Cora was having difficulty speaking as well. Kathy got her a glass of water and started making some tea.

"So what do you like about him, apart from the sex?"

I thought for a bit. "I most of all enjoy the way he treats me as I think a gentleman should treat a lady. Especially a lady that he is having sex with. He is kind and considerate, quite witty and makes me feel pretty. I really like putting my face on his hairy chest at night, and cuddling up to a man. I like dancing with him. I liked having a male companion walking around at the seaside."

I had to stop to dab away tears. Then Cora said something quite heartbreaking.

"I understand. I like all those things too." How terrible it must be for her to know that someone else is taking him away to enjoy what he should be doing to her.

We didn't say anything, but snivelled and blew our noses until Kathy brought the tea. Having a few sips was a useful distraction. Then I thought how Yvette was taking those things away from Kathy and I started to cry. As Kathy had once so rightly said, I was a bit of a shit.

When we had both recovered a little, Cora continued.

"And the sex. Does he make love to you, or is it just sex?"

I understood perfectly.

"I promise you he has never made love to me. Almost as far away as you can get. He is considerate, but he just uses me for his pleasure, but I don't mind. I am happy that there is nothing more."

"And you like that?" asked Cora with some surprise.

"Yes. I am a sex object. It is hard to explain, but it suits me somehow."

"So there would be no romantic problem if you broke up?"

I thought 'this is the end', but tried to respond positively.

"We are not in the slightest romantically inclined. I am sure it is pure sex, but that includes all the other interactions, not just the act itself. If Kathy agrees, I will find another man to dance with, but will probably not have sex with him." I had a lump in my throat.

"Cora, I am more concerned for you rather than him. I can give him up immediately for your sake. You were wonderful to allow him what you did, as Kathy has been wonderful to me. Cedric and I should be ashamed of what we have done to you loving wives." And burst into tears again.

Cora drank the rest of her tea.

"No, that's not what I am asking." She paused.

"This is very difficult for me, but how often did you have sex on your holiday?"

"Oh, twice a day. Morning and evening, why?"

"Yes, he's a very virile man. And did you wear fishnet stockings with suspenders?" I was surprised but said that I did.

"I thought so. When we were dancing the week before last, there was a woman also wearing fishnets, and Cedric approached her. If he could, then he would have had sex with her, anal if at all possible."

I was stunned. Cedric was definitely a bit of a shit.

"You see, what I came to ask you, was this. Would you be willing to have sex more often with him?"

I did not understand, but with more tea and three women crying she finally made it clear.

Cedric was indeed a charming man, and in a sense a loving husband. But he had some desires. Of course the same could be said about me. She said that he made love to her often. Yes he really tried to please her, but it was more than she wanted. And he really craved anal sex, but was not attracted to men. She had been allowing him to fuck her anally once a week, but did not like it at all, and she was conscious of his different attitude. She also felt used as well as disliking the sensations. In fact, she objected to being a sex object as much as she objected to being forced to another orgasm.

My five day sex holiday had been a welcome relief for her, but she was pleased with how Cedric had acted afterwards. He was so grateful, and sensed that she did not want sex so often, though he probably misunderstood the reason. Having learned to dance with me, he persuaded her to go dancing, as we discovered. She understood it as a kindness to her and welcomed it. It also seemed appropriate to make love afterwards and was a welcome addition to the marriage.

"The thing is," she explained, "I reckon he has a fetish for you, Yvette. He has tried to persuade me to wear lingerie which I think would remind him of you, but there is no way I would want him thinking of someone else while in me - at least not that I know of. I am never going to allow him anal sex with me again."

"I suppose that if he (as you put it) uses you on two days a week that would be enough to satisfy his cravings. It would be better for me than the risk that he went elsewhere. And I think an occasional little holiday would be nice for you two, and break for me. Would you be willing to do that?"

"He doesn't love you but he does like you a lot, if that is any help. He is not pretending to be nice to you, he does it because he thinks he is lucky to have you even for a little while. I am not sure he is just using you, he just does not know what else to do, so hopes you enjoy being enjoyed. It is hard for me, but I understand, and would be glad if you could make him happy if it is good for you."

Kathy made some salad, with two other women interfering, and we had lunch largely in silence.

Then Kathy said "Cora. Can I ask something, or perhaps make a suggestion? What about masturbation?"

"I am sure he does," she answered. "Any day I manage to turn him away with a headache or my period, he is bound to want to relieve himself."

"No," said Kathy. "What I meant was: do you masturbate each other?"

"Oh yes, too much. I don't do it to him because he is always ready, but he is keen on foreplay, and if don't come by the time he does then he fingers me till I do."

"Right," said Kathy. "Then I do have a suggestion. Tell him that you would like to try some things that have been recommended to you by other women, which I'm doing now. Tell him that you fancy masturbating him, but don't call it that. Say you want to give him a handjob, or to toss him off. When you do it then tell him how nice his cock feels and how much you enjoy seeing him come. Say he does not need to relieve himself secretly, as you will be glad to do it for him. If he loves you and wants to please you, then he should do this often."

"Tell him something else as well, and make sure you use the right word. Tell him sometimes you would really enjoy a simple fuck. It doesn't matter about your orgasm, you just want to feel him enjoying you, and to feel his coming when you are not distracted. Perhaps you don't want to use the words but somehow suggest that sometimes it can be very satisfying to feel like a sex object."

Cora's mouth was open.

When she recovered she said "Well I'll certainly consider that. Thank you for the suggestions."

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It took a little while, but it got sorted. All three couples enjoy dancing and are getting quite good.

Cora told us that she is now getting exactly all the sex she wants. Cedric did not appreciate that he was trying too hard to please her, so gives her only as many orgasms as she wants and quite a few simple fucks. He likes getting lots of handjobs, and she says she does actually enjoy seeing him come.

The naughty sessions before and after dancing continue to be exciting, though we have not yet been interrupted by a security guard. I can still hope!

It was difficult to decide where to have the second sex sessions, as it would not do to have them when either wife was nearby. So on Friday I come home and start getting ready for a date as Yvette. Cedric and Cora arrive and then he drives me back to his place, while Cora stays at ours. Cedric and I have dinner and sex, and I get to sleep on his hairy chest. In the morning after another fuck he takes me home and collects Cora back. We are looking forward to another short holiday where I can be a sexy woman all day and get used morning and night. I also appreciate simple fucking.

I am pretty sure that I am being a good enough husband, all things considered, though I don't fuck Jean as often as Kathy would like me to. I know she gets sex, but we still love each other, and we all know that sex with your love is different. I am also not a dolly for Eve and Jean as much as Adam would like me to, considering I enjoy it more than him, and the girls like me better. It is all a bit of a compromise, but I think we are all pretty happy, though Adam, Cedric and me get the best deals. Particularly me.