Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2011 19:48:54 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Twelve

   It was also about this time that I felt I was becoming more of a woman
than a man, for I began to love what I did when I got home to the
gallery. I generally got there just after five and as James didn't close up
till six, I would go and have a perfumed bath, and shave my legs if
necessary. After drying, I would dust myself with powder and then sit and
put on make-up. After which I would have the sheer pleasure of putting on
nylon stockings and suspender belt, getting a sexual arousal as I did
so. Sometimes I would put a padded bra on, now being able to clip this up
from the back as with the suspender belt before putting on a dress and
topping it off with one of the three wigs I now owned.

   So I would then be the pretty woman upstairs getting dinner ready for
when my husband James closed the gallery. He would kiss me and we would
both fondle each other and sometimes he would have me over the table before
we had dinner or I would go down on him in a form of greeting. As I said, I
was becoming more of a woman now and I simply loved it.

   The monthly meeting of the club came round which I went to on my own,
taking the latest drawings of James. Everybody was pleased at how many
variations he could draw of two people having sex and Tracey would give me
a list of requests for copies of drawings from some of the published
books. Included in some would be photos that they wanted transposed so that
it would look as though they were taking part in whatever sexual picture
they had requested. Some being the giver and some the recipient, but what
they didn't know was that it was my face that would be the partner in all
of them

   One that we got the most requests for was the copy of the pose of La
Maja Desnuda, or in English, The Naked Maja that had been painted by
Goya. Though it was me in stockings and suspender belt, make-up and wig on
with my bits and pieces tucked between my legs. The breasts were that of
Diane added on, and he must have painted about a hundred of these, at three
hundred pounds each, wasn't a bad way of making a living.

   There was no secret or excuse to make when Diane and I went off to her
bedroom at the end of the meeting for sex before I went off home. It almost
became a ritual and we would fiercely kiss in her room as we feverishly got
our clothes off and fall onto her bed. Though she still would not lay on
her back, she still wanted a male cock both in her mouth and up inside
her. She also wanted the foreplay of me going down on her to bring her to
her first orgasm and relied on me when I did get to fuck her, to give her
another one before I came myself.

   It turned out that Tracey too had sex right up until it was almost time
to give birth that she had Mark in the doggie position which was the most
comfortable considering the size of their bellies.

   James would be in bed when I got home and there, lying on the bed would
be the leather belt, and true to my nature, I didn't pick it up and put it
away if I'd not had sex with Diane. I would undress and get onto the bed
and pick it up and put it into his hand and then have the pleasure and pain
of having him use it on my bare backside. It would hurt and raise weal's
but it also brought about giving me a massive hard on at being punished
this way for having sex outside of our marital bed.

   After putting cream on me, he would fuck me and then let me fuck him
with my throbbing organ. I think he got as much pleasure from first
administering the punishment and fucking me and then to get my massive iron
rod shoved up inside himself. I would cry afterwards and apologise for
straying again, saying that I just couldn't help myself and that she needed
it as much as we both did.

   The paperwork I'd brought back from Tracey and Diane's place, which I
went over a day or two later, showed that we were now well on the way to
make our little publishing consortium a profitable business, that was not
counting the orders for drawings from James. Here it had been decided that
he should take seventy five percent of the order for his time and
materials, they didn't count me in as being an unpaid model, and the
balance going into the kitty. The Adult Reading Society Editions were now
selling and it was proposed that we employ a travelling salesman to try and
induce bookshops all over the country to take a limited number of our books
on a sale or return basis, though we were confident that not many would be
returned. If it was found that some shops couldn't sell them, we would
simply transfer them to a shop that could.

   Meanwhile, Julian who had already picked the empty large double fronted
shop a hundred yards from the station in his prospectus, got the lease. It
had two floors above which could be converted as he had detailed.

   The ground floor would be the main bar, open to all and everyone,
children excluded on the premises. The décor would be low key, the
drawings, screwed to the wall would be erotic but not pornographic. It was
in here that the statue of me would be placed. It would be near the rear of
the bar and facing the sign, cottages, toilets to the uneducated in the gay
lingo. It would stand in a miniature garden and only by going to the
toilets or coming out, would be able see my full frontal nudity.

   As I said, this ground floor bar would be open to the public or voyeurs
making a risqué visit expecting to see a free exhibition of homosexual
activity. Upstairs would be different.

   This was for members only, three guests being the limit. The door could
only be opened by the members pass card and then they could go upstairs to
the private bar and dining room. This latter would be mostly booths for two
with a few tables for four out from the sides and the lighting here would
be confined to the tables. Each booth would have a definite pornographic
drawing by James and most were to be of me in a variety of sexual positions
both oral and anal. Some were of lesbians and these were of Diane and
Tracey. Again, copies could be ordered over the bar for James to execute.

   Another feature of this floor were that there were four private rooms
that had a table and chairs for a private meal and also a bed for whatever
and were available by order only, at a price. The top and third floor were
for the live-in staff.

   At the moment, the whole place looked like a builders yard with
materials and bustling workmen as they worked simultaneously on all three
floors to turn Julian's dream into a reality.

   He, Julian, would pay us erratic visits to give us an update on the
progress of the work being done. James would send him upstairs if the shop
was still open and he would come into the kitchen and meet Tammy, as I
would now be invariable dressed as a woman. He came in this evening and
gave me a kiss on both cheeks like a brother to a sister.

   `Hell, were partners aren't we?' I exclaimed. `Give me a proper kiss as
befits what I'm wearing,' I said with much daring. So we then had a close
embracing kiss and by holding him close to me, could feel that he had a
hard on inside his trousers. Mind you, my cock began to rise at feeling him
become aroused at kissing and holding me in this embrace. `That's better,'
I said breathlessly when we broke apart. `What's turned you on? Me being
dressed as Tammy, or what you know is really beneath this dress?'

   `Both,' he laughed, a bit shakily.

   `Would you if you could?' I asked coyly.

   `Yes, most definitely yes,' he replied, his eyes as alight as when he
first described the bar he wanted to open.

   `Would you be prepared to pose for some of the drawings in the two bars,
for that would be about the only way that James would allow us to have it
off together?' I asked, giving him a hopeful look, and I rushed on, now
wanting to have him. `He could draw us with you in my mouth or up inside me
if you said they were for the upstairs bar.'

   He was panting and I knew that I'd hooked him and all I had to do now
was steer the conversation round to this at dinner, which I did. Julian
asked what did James think if they had some innocuous drawings in the
public bar, like two men holding hands and big smiles of love on their
faces. A similar one of two women for they could be as gay as men and it
would show that the bar was for both sexes. James agreed that this could be
done.

   `What about a painting of the three of us behind the bar? Us two with
Timothy dressed as he is now as Tammy, in the middle? Only a head and
shoulders one, seeing as we will be the owners.'

   `That's a good idea,' I said. `We can let the punters know that it is my
cousin to explain the similarity to myself when I'm Timothy.'

   `Yesss,' James drawled out, `I can see what you have in mind.'

   `Then,' Julian said, moving on his chair a bit more excitedly, `for the
private members bar, the drawings around the walls could be more
explicit. You know, really pornographic. In fact, I would feel rather proud
if some of them were of me in some sexual poses.'

   `Me too,' I giggled. `Think of it James! You in a self portrait fucking
me or having me going down on you, though I would have to be Timothy for
those I think.'

   `What about Julian's pictures?' he asked.

   `Well you can be in those too,' I replied.

   `I don't really think so. If I'm being the recipient in our pictures,
you'd better be the one in those of Julian,' he said.

   `If you say so,' I said offhandedly. `You're the one who is the artist
after all,' and I glowed inside that he'd gone for it.

   So the rest of the meal was spent in discussion as to what James had in
mind for both bars and Julian said he would be available to start posing on
the Sunday.

   I couldn't wait to get James into bed that evening, taking off only my
dress and having him fuck me, glorying in having him inside of me and
knowing that I would shortly be having Julian too. I avidly sucked on him
after he'd pulled out of me, minus the condom of course and then had him go
down on me. It was nice to see my stockinged legs either side of his head,
the front straps taut as I watched his head bob up and down on my shaft
till I came. This loving continued well into the night before we went to
sleep.

   I had told Julian to be early on the Sunday and have breakfast with us
before we started, and so, just wearing a dressing gown, I cooked breakfast
for the three of us, leaving the washing up till later. We went into the
studio where all I had to do was drop my gown and I reclined naked of the
divan to watch Julian get undressed. James had wanted to do the explicit
ones first at every session and to do the more sedate ones when neither of
us could raise our cocks up any longer. He fiddled around with his paper
and crayons, Julian took his clothes off and my cock was rising as more of
his body was revealed and I was pleased to see that he was nearly as big as
James in the right department.

   He had been looking at me as he disrobed and because my cock had been
rising up, so had his and it was fully up and I could see that it was
really throbbing when he was as naked as myself.

   We already knew the pose James wanted first and I grinned at Julian and
licked my lips as he came over to me, his tool swinging from side to side
and stood with one knee up on the divan. I went down onto my knees in front
of him and asked if James was ready, and with the answer being yes, smiled
up at Julian and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

   Well it was not just the head but the whole thing I took in as I deep
throated him before pulling back till only the head was inside. Julian had
given out a gasp as I took all of him in and then raked his stem with my
teeth as I pulled back to the required pose. I kept making him shudder by
using my tongue round the head and trying to get it under the foreskin.

   `I know what he's doing to you Julian, but please try and keep still,'
James admonished, and I gave a quick twist of my head to look up at Julian,
unable to smile with my mouth full but I think I showed it in my eyes. He
smiled down at me and tried to keep himself still as I continued to tongue
him. I did it not only to taunt him but to annoy James enough to give me
permission to carry on with what I was doing, and it wasn't long in coming.

   `For Christ's sake Timothy! Control yourself for another ten minutes
while I finish this bit, then you can suck all you want as you've been
trying to ever since we started.' That was an awful long ten minutes to be
there on my knees with that pulsating cock in my mouth and not moving a
muscle. Sweat was beginning to run down my face from the effort and Julian
was having a problem by now trembling a little bit as we waited out James'
ten minutes which seemed an hour before he said he was done.

   God did I give Julian a seeing to, deep throating him each time I moved
my head on him, my nose into his pubic hairs, getting the sexual smell of
him at the same time. Then raking him again with my teeth as I sucked on
the head of his throbbing cock. He gave out several groans before he
grabbed hold of my head between his hands giving me just enough time to get
my hand round his root before he really began to face fuck me.

   He came in great gouts of sperm that soon filled my mouth, some seeping
out even though I had my lips clamped as tight as I could around his
cock. I had to wait until he slowed down before I could swallow and then
get the extra pleasure of sucking out what was left and licking the blood
red head that still gave out a massive pulse.

   God he was lovely! Almost as big as James and tasting just as good and
now I wondered if he could fuck like James and please me in that way too.

   `Don't get to like it,' James broke into my thoughts but realised he was
talking to Julian. `Just remember that Timothy is my wife.' He gave a smile
to take the sting out of his words. `I do allow her a little leeway, though
I also punish her if she goes too far.'

   It took a few minutes for it to sink in what he had just said. Not the
punishing side of it for that I already knew, but it was the first time he
had ever made the reference to anyone that I was to be regarded as his
wife.

   `He can be quite possessive at times,' I said to Julian as I stood up
and gave him a kiss, `but it'll be me he punishes, and, sometimes I quite
like it.' I grinned at him. `Especially what he does to me afterwards as it
turns him on too.'

   We had a break then while James did a head only sketch of Julian and I
went off to the sitting room and made us up some drinks and took them back
to the studio.

   `Lighten up James,' I said in a low voice, `for he is our partner after
all. Maybe you should have a piece of the action and enjoy yourself like I
do.' He gave me a grunt in reply as he took the proffered drink before I
went over and gave one to Julian, the other glass for myself.

   `Take no notice,' I said in another low voice to Julian. `His bark is
worse than his bite. He's just jealous and I'm sure he would like a slice
of the pie that we seem to be carving up between us.'

   `I wouldn't be averse to that if you didn't mind,' he replied.

   `I wouldn't mind at all as I like seeing him get fucked by somebody else
because I generally get a better fuck out of him later in the evening.' It
seemed somewhat incongruous with us both sitting there bollock naked on the
divan talking this way. Me with my erection starting to pain me and Julian
just about starting to rise up again with our talking about it.

   `James, could you do something about me,' I whined as I stood up for him
to see just how big my erection was and to see it move as it throbbed.

   `Later,' he said. `I want to sketch it as it is with Julian up behind
you if he's ready.'

   `I am,' Julian said, standing up for James to see.

   `Well you know the position I want you in,' James said, moving his easel
slightly.

   I moved over to the armchair and leaned forward, bending at the waist
with my arms outstretched resting on the arm. Slightly at an angle to James
for him to see my cock sticking out as Julian came up behind me and I felt
the head of his piece touch the crack of my arse.

   `That's it. Hold it there,' James said as he began to draw us. It was so
tantalizing for me to have Julian's prick touching but not be inside me. I
couldn't help but fidget with it so nearly there that I got told off by
James for constantly moving. `You can have it inside in a minute.'

   His minute stretched out to half an hour before he changed the paper on
the easel and moved it closer and at a different angle.

   `Okay Julian, the head only inside now,' he said.

   `Bollocks to that,' I said and pushed myself back onto Julian who helped
me by standing rigid so that his whole length slipped inside me, much to my
relief.

   `For fuck's sake Timothy!' James cried out.

   `It's all right for you,' I shouted back as I moved myself on Julian's
rod. `You can move about but it's been agony for us two in this position
for so long.'

   `Okay,' said James throwing his crayon down. `Fuck him Julian and get it
over with,' which Julian then proceeded to do with much vigour. I began to
drool as he reamed me, my own cock starting to send out dribbles of sperm
at the movements it was getting from me being so nicely fucked.

   It was more exciting having a new cock melt my insides as it smoothly
slid in and out of my passage, ironing out the kinks and feeling it throb
inside. He soon increased his grip on my hips as he neared his climax,
moving faster in shorter stabs until he held me tight and began to shudder
as he came, his sperm coating my insides for he wasn't wearing a condom.

   He was grunting and I was groaning as he came and I was trying to hold
back my own ejaculation for I wanted to have Julian next. He pulled out of
me with a sucking sound as I tried to hold him inside with my sphincter
muscle, but it wasn't strong enough to keep him there. James indicated
where the toilet was for him to wash himself as James came over and took me
into his mouth and though I had wanted Julian, couldn't stop James and soon
came in his mouth such was my need for release. It was so quick that I'd
come and had the rest sucked out of me before Julian even came back into
the studio.

   `Have you any objection to us two doing it now that you've had Timothy?'
James asked when Julian returned.

   `No,' said Julian with a smile. `It must be quite frustrating to watch
and not take part.' James quickly took his clothes off and Julian stroked
the erection presented to him. `Now this is a lovely weapon,' he said
before he turned round and bent over the arm of the chair that I moved out
of, to sit on the bed and watch.

   James got behind him and without any preliminaries, pushed himself right
in up to the hilt and then paused to let Julian feel the throb and
pulsation of his cock before he began to really fuck him properly.

   `Christ, you are big,' Julian had gasped at the entry, `but it's lovely
and just what I need.' They both began panting at the exertion and it was
great to see James in action again instead of being the recipient bent over
in front of him. I couldn't resist getting off the bed and working my way
between Julian and the armchair to take his semi erect prick in my mouth as
he was having his meadow ploughed by James. He nearly choked me though when
James started to come, ramming himself hard up against Julian's cheeks with
his thighs. I even managed to squeeze some more come out of Julian as James
shuddered with his load being shot up inside of the body he was fucking.

   This was only the morning session.

   After a light lunch, Julian and I did two more positions for James, and
at least I got to fuck Julian and then have James fuck me with Julian
sucking on me at the same time. All in all, it was a lovely day of work and
fucking and Julian readily agreed to be at the studio the following Sunday
for another session of both the posing and the sexual activities that were
mingled in between.

   After that Sunday, Julian would come round once a month to update us the
progress of the club and spend the night in a threesome. I was also having
William, the bank manager fuck me once a month and I was still getting to
fuck Diane at our monthly meeting. It was also the night I would get belted
and have a glorious session afterwards with James because of my
transgression. We had decided not to tell the others of our involvement
with Julian until it was all up and running and could surprise them at the
official opening of Julian's as the club was to be called.

   I can't say I was really surprised when Julian came into the bank one
afternoon to suggest we had a drink when I finished work. It was to where I
normally went when I wanted one and met him in the bar after knocking off
early for a change. I told William I was meeting with a client, which
Julian really was so it wasn't a lie.

   Our bar and club, Julian's, was well underway and he wanted me to have a
look at how our money was being spent, so after two drinks, we walked the
short distance to see it.

   The building had once been a small but double frontage department store,
the sign having been removed and the front surrounded by hoardings to keep
the debris from spilling out into the road. Behind it, the large plate
glass windows had gone and smaller windows put into the brick work. The
large front doors were open for the workmen were still inside.

   It had a horseshoe bar to the left coming almost level to the entrance
for seating on both sides and at the rounded end. Behind the wall to the
left was a narrow passage that would enable the bar to be serviced as well
as having a storage room. This passage led to an outside back door and
staircase for the upper floors. Next to the rear door was a lift that also
had a door to the outside so deliveries could be made to take the supplies
down to the cellar. This lift also went up to the first floor to carry
meals from the ground floor kitchen using small heated trolleys. The
housing for this lift was on the third floor.

   Next to the lift and against the rear of the building was the kitchen
which was in the process of being fitted out. The diners would have tables
here between this kitchen wall and the far side of the bar, though they
would be able to eat anywhere at the scattered tables which would be almost
the last pieces of furniture to be put in.

   Over to the far right would be the cottages, toilets to the uneducated
of the gay world, in front of which and facing them, would be my bronze
statue in its little piece of indoor garden. To the right of this was the
door that led up to the members bar.

   We used these stairs that would be carpeted for the lift, which had been
installed right at the beginning, was being used to carry materials up. We
came out to the large area which would be for the diners and off to the
left a small stage was being built. Behind to our left was one of the small
private dining rooms and directly opposite would be three more. Off to the
right were the toilets and following on that side was the bar, still being
built. Past that was a door that we walked to and through to where the lift
was that would carry up the food and also the bar supplies. There was also
a staircase that led up to the top floor as well as down to the rear staff
entrance.

   We went up to where there were five, quite large en suite rooms for
staff with Julian having his own office and lounge as well as private
bedroom. In the centre of the floor was a large open plan kitchen that was
for the use of those that would live up on this floor.

   `We had to raise up the floor,' Julian explained, `to fit in the
plumbing for all the bathrooms and kitchen, which as you can see, is almost
finished. I wanted this floor finished off first so that I can have the
staff move in before we actually open.' He showed me one of the rooms and
found it quite large as was the bathroom and toilet. We had walked round
the kitchen island that had a built in oven, two hobs, sink and plenty of
work space as well a large double sink and drainer. Cupboards and drawers
were fitted and shelves as well as an extractor were above.

   `Here are my quarters,' Julian said, leading me back towards the head of
the stairs where the door to his office and lounge was located. It was big
too and I could see a door at the other end which I guessed was his bedroom
and what he had really wanted me to see. `And this is my bedroom,' he said
opening the door and ushered me in, closing the door behind him.

   It held a large bed and all that was needed. A large built in wardrobe,
a dressing table, chest of drawers and two side tables either side of his
large bed.

   `I've also got a shower as well as a bath in there,' indicating the
partly open door to the toilet area. The whole of this room was finished
and ready for occupancy. `Well, what do you think?' he beamed at me.

   `It's lovely,' I said as I sat on the bed. `Has this been christened
yet? I asked as I patted the bed cover.

   `No, not yet,' he smiled at me.

   `Well that's why we came here, wasn't it?' I smiled back at him as I
began to take my clothes off.

   `Yes,' he grinned, taking his clothes off too. As they came off, they
were dropped to the floor and we both rolled over, naked, to meet in the
middle and kiss. Our erections had clashed as we kissed and his hand moved
down first and took hold of mine. Not letting go, we broke off the kiss and
he moved round on the bed so that we were upside down to each other and I
had his throbbing prick just in front of my face.

   I felt his hot mouth take me in as I did the same to him, loving the
smell and taste of a hot cock there. I sucked and teased the eye with my
tongue and loved the feel of his pulse as it throbbed in my hand and
mouth. We kept on going for we knew we had at least three hours before I
would have to go and so we sucked and chewed on each other till we came.

   I could feel his thighs begin to tremble and I knew he was in the same
state as I was, just about ready to come and so we both did at the same
time. His seed spurting into my mouth in three separate squirts which I
held there till he'd finished. I think he held mine too for his lips were
clamped tight round the head of my shooting cock. Not expecting any more to
come out, I moved it round in my mouth with my tongue, savouring the taste
before swallowing it. Only then did I release him to lick all round the
head and under the foreskin to remove the last vestiges of his sperm before
rolling over onto my back.

   He had let go of me too and moved back round to come into my arms for us
to kiss again while stroking each other as we did so.

   `That was lovely Timothy,' he said between kisses. `I love sucking on
your cock, big, hot and tasty. These balls of yours hold quite a lot,' he
said as he now fondled them. `Nice and heavy, even when empty. How long
before you'll rise up again?'

   `An hour or two, you?'

   `About the same,' he replied, and so we lay there while he told me about
the decoration of the bars and the kind of staff he would have as we
fondled each other to try and raise ourselves up quicker for us to be able
to fuck one another. It was just over the hour when I deemed that his cock
was hard enough to give me pleasure, I know mine was ready. He got two
condoms out of the bedside table drawer and he quickly pulled one out of
its wrapper and rolled it down the over the head of his prick.

   I rolled onto my stomach and went up onto my knees as he moved round
behind me. His hand was firm on my hip as I felt him guide the head of his
erection to the right place and with his body pressure holding it in place,
put his other hand on my hip and grasped me firmly before pushing his body
forward.

   It was now a delightful sensation of having my arsehole widened by the
head of a cock as it's pushed inside me, that slight exquisite pain that
heralds the entrance of the shaft that's going to fuck and ream and give me
a pleasurable thrill. With my backside at the dimension of the head, it
slipped inside and I felt it move on up into me, the shaft following as I
used my muscle to feel every inch of him till his thighs met the cheeks of
my bum and he could go no further.

   Now I could feel the heat of him as well as his pulse as it throbbed
inside me, my own cock getting harder at having another where it was. Now
came the rippling of my nerve ends as he began to fuck, moving smoothly
back and forwards, stoking up the fire in my balls as he agitated his by
them slapping my bum with each forward motion.

   Soon, all too soon, he began to approach his climax, for his movements
became slightly faster and more jerky as his pressure built up. His fingers
dug deeper into my hips as he gripped me tighter to start pulling me back
onto him, his thighs crashing into mine with more vigour.

   I could feel the head of his cock start to expand that little bit more
as he rammed himself harder into me and I felt the strong pulse and surge
as he held our bodies tight together as his sperm was pumped out into the
condom within me. Throbbing and jerking, we moved in unison as he came and
still seemed to keep on coming until he let out one big sigh and slowly
leaned over till his chest was flat on my back.

   Squeezing the cheeks of my bum together, I slowly eased us down till I
was flat on the bed with him on top and still inside me. I didn't want to
move on the bed for I didn't want to spend myself on the cover but inside
him in the same way. I just kept squeezing that still hard piece of meat
inside of me making him give out a groan at what I was doing to him.

   When his breathing was back to normal, I felt his arms move and he eased
himself up and I felt his cock began to slide out of me and I gave out a
cry as it came free and left me bereft of the wonderful pleasure of being
filled.

   Then it was my turn to try and give him as much pleasure as I had
received and I got more from being able to fuck him without being watched
by James as I did so. Even though we'd fucked together only a few weeks
ago, it was still nice to stick myself into someone else apart from James,
Diane was now past the point of having me by being so close to her term.

   We were both covered in sweat as I came, ramming into him hard and
holding him as tight as he had held me, pumping my hips to empty my sac
inside him. He had given out a cry as I had entered him and he cried out
again when I pulled out leaving him with that same empty feeling of loss.

   With the condom off, we mingled our sweat as we squirmed against each
other in an embrace as we kissed quite fiercely for I think that he had
fallen in love with me such was his passion.

   I found that he had done himself proud with the shower he'd had fitted
in his bathroom for it was big enough for both of us to shower and wash at
the same time. I had to begin to hurry for time was marching on and it
would look better if I arrived home at my usual time. I know I should have
got the belt out when I did get home, but I didn't. What he didn't know
wouldn't hurt him and I was pretty sure that Julian wouldn't mention that
he'd been fucking James' wife without his knowledge.

   It was just as well I didn't tell him for it would have spoilt his
news. I had given him a quick kiss in the gallery before going upstairs to
have a perfumed bath before putting on my sexy underwear and a dress for
his pleasure that evening. I was still in the bath when he came up into the
bedroom looking for me.

   `Make yourself look really pretty tonight for we are going out for
dinner,' he declared, sitting down on the toilet as I sat up in the
bath. `We are celebrating for I have just sold the most expensive picture
that I had in the gallery,' he said with pride. It was the small portrait
of a woman by William Hogarth, dated 1735. He was that excited, he slipped
off the toilet seat and knelt down and kissed me and put his hand in the
water and rubbed my deflated cock. `I want this,' rubbing it harder and
making it rise. He let go of me and quickly pulled his clothes off and got
into the bath with me. Water splashed out over the edge as he grappled with
me to turn me round so that I had my top half hanging over the end for him
get behind and have him push up half of the water into me along with his
rampant cock.

   What water I didn't get was being sent over the rim in wavelets by his
motion of moving back and forth in me and the bath. It was only just over
an hour or so that I'd had Julian up inside me and now I had my James doing
the same thing and I loved it. He was bigger and more powerful and just by
having him fuck me, brought my organ up, so when he finished coming inside
me, I fucked him.

   We washed ourselves properly afterwards and when dried, I quickly did my
make-up before getting dressed and looking really beautiful before being
taken out to dinner.

   He ordered the most expensive items on the menu and two bottles of the
best wine that the restaurant could provide. It was a lovely meal and I'd
never seen him happier at having unloaded the Hogarth at an exorbitant
price, telling me that it was nice to have had such a picture in the
gallery, but the cash was better.

   He even kissed me in the taxi on the way home but it didn't appear out
of place with me looking like a woman so I didn't mind. He only gave me
time to take my wig and dress off before he tumbled me onto the bed and
stuck himself inside me again. He was only half drunk but had the strength
of a bull as he ploughed into me and really let me know he was up
there. God, I loved this man!

   Such was his power that he even made me rise again but took me into his
mouth this time and nearly blew my head off with his sucking and chewing on
me as I came for the fourth time since the afternoon began.

   Two hours later, after getting fully undressed and into bed, he had me
again and I began to feel a bit sore down there after being fucked four
times in such a short space of time.

   To cap it all, I had a special meeting with William in his office the
next day to have his cock inside, his fucking me rounded off a lovely week
of sex which would have been even better if I'd have been able to have had
Diane too.

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