From alt.sex.stories.tg Mon Apr 15 09:08:32 1996 Path: fu-berlin.de!zib-berlin.de!Germany.EU.net!EU.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet ~From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg ~Subject: Story - Besthusb.txt ~Date: Wed, 03 Apr 1996 19:44:13 -0600 Organization: I-Link ~Lines: 354 Message-ID: ~Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-2-2.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. HER BEST FRIEND'S HUSBAND By Rebecca Goldstein My girlfriend is practically joined at the hip to Maryanne, her childhood friend. Everywhere Lisa goes Maryanne has to follow! We've double dated and gone places until I'm sick of looking at her. Lisa can't get on the phone with her for less than fifteen minutes, even if it's just to say she's on the way over. I can't imagine what they find to talk about! So I got to see a fair amount of Jeff, Maryanne's husband. He seemed like a decent sort of fellow even if he was a suit. But at least, I thought, we had a few common interests... little did I know! One day last summer I was over Jeff and Maryanne's house, swimming in their pool. As usual, Maryanne and Lisa were off shopping, leaving Jeff and I lazing out by the pool. I went into the basement to get us another beer. In the dark basement I kicked over a wicker basket, slicing my ankle and falling over in the dark with a loud crash. Naturally, Jeff rushed inside to investigate, but when the light came on I saw the contents of the basket: a big, frilly pair of pink sissypants and several rather large pair of panties. Delighted, I picked up the lovely ruffled sissypants and held them up in front of Jeff. I said, "These aren't Maryanne's are they? Whose could they be, big frilly undies like these? Maybe Maryanne will know." You should have seen the look on Jeff's face! He sputtered and stammered but couldn't get any words to come out! I'd caught him dead to rights, as only another sissy can. Finally Jeff said, "please don't tell Maryanne about them... they're mine!" He hung his head and confessed, "I like to wear womens' underwear. It gets me off." After letting him squirm for a minute or two, I decided to let him off the hook and let him know his secret was safe with me. "You naughty little girl, wearing your pink sissypants behind your wife's back! Oh don't worry, I won't tell! I'll bet they look as adorable on you as they would on me." "You... you dress?" "Sure, I've been dressing for years! Lisa knows but she doesn't like it. How about Maryanne?" "I'm sure she'd divorce me if she found out." "Well, for someone who's so worried you're certainly careless enough with your sissy undies. I don't think there'd be too much doubt over who the size 8 panties were for! But I'm curious... I'd love to see the rest of your wardrobe." Relieved that I wasn't going to tell his wife, Jeff led me to a corner of the basement and tapped a wall panel. It popped open and there was a huge walk-in closet with built- in drawers, racks of shoes, dresses, skirts and lingerie. There was even a make-up mirror. It was a full wardrobe any woman would be proud to own! I was amazed and jealous at the same time... Jeff's wardrobe put mine to shame! While my rather modest wardrobe includes a few pretty dresses, Jeff had a full closet of them! It turned out that Jeff had much better taste in womens' clothes than Maryanne. "I've been trying to make suggestions for years," he sighed. Jeff began sliding dresses across the hanger rack, showing me some beautiful designer dresses that must have cost a fortune! "Actually," he said modestly, "they didn't cost as much as you'd think. I've gotten quite good at shopping, and there are great factory outlets Downtown and in Jersey." I'm sure the fact that he's a stockbroker and probably makes twice as much money as I do doesn't hurt, either! Jeff had lovely dresses, along with an assortment of skirts and about two dozen frilly, sheer blouses. "I like sheer blouses so I can show off my lacy bras. They're so pretty it's a shame to hide them. I tend to wear dressier stuff than Maryanne does. She likes that casual look, but I like to dress like a lady," smiled Jeff. Delighted at finally having someone to show his private sissy domain, Jeff began pulling things out of his lingerie drawers. "I'm really proud of my undies," he giggled. He began holding up to himself: camisoles, slips, briefers, girdles, teddies, even wasp-waisted Victorian corsets with expensive lace and hand embroidery. "I splurged on these," he sighed. He showed me lovely antique slips with rows and rows of lacy ruffles, hand-sewn with the most exquisite workwomanship. How many womens' bodies had it graced, I wondered, before finding its way to this transvestite? Jeff was getting giddy now, and gleefully showed me two lovely crinoline petticoats; one in white and one in pink. "I had to have these custom made," he said matter-of-factly. He also had pretty taffeta petticoats, ordered from catalogs. Then he began showing me his bra collection, which filled two drawers by themselves. He had everything from big, elaborately lacy longline bras to shiny PVC and kidskin TV harness-bras to studded Madonna style push-up to pointy Fifties-style "torpedo" bras. "I had to beg the woman at the thrift shop to sell it to me." Of the six drawers in this row, two were filled with bras, one with garter belts, and the three others with hosiery. I was about to ask where the panties were when he walked me over to the corner where there were two more rows with six drawers each. "This is my panty collection," he gushed. Now Dear Reader, I own about 90 pair of panties myself; more than most women, I daresay! But even a hard-core sissy like me had to gasp when Jeff began showing me his assortment of every imaginable kind of panty! Big, silky briefs; wispy sheer hi-cuts; tiny string bikinis; satiny hipsters; sexy bikinis and crotchless panties. Every conceivable material: nylon, spandex, lycra, crinoline, lace, taffeta, PVC, latex, rubber, leather; even a pair of fur panties cut from alpaca. Imported panties; custom made panties; even antique panties! "I love stuff from the Fifties and Camelot periods," Jeff volunteered. Then, it was time to check out Jeff's shoe collection. "It's not as good as my collection of undies but I'm working on it," he smiled. None of the shoes had heels shorter than three inches! Jeff had three pair of six-inch fetish heels from the catalogs (at $100. a pop!) in white, black and red patent leather. He had adorable white sandals; several pair of opera pumps in various colors; a devilish-looking pair of thigh-length boots with 5" spike heels in red PVC ("I'm saving up for leather"); two torturous-looking pair of "ballet heels" in red and black; and two or three dozen other pair in the same vein. By now I was suitably impressed. "Boy," I gushed, "it blows away Maryanne's wardrobe." "Yeah, I know. It's not like I wouldn't let her buy anything she wants. I've begged her to go and buy a new wardrobe. I've bought her the prettiest things and she just takes them back. I can't help it if she wants to dress like a frump. She even insisted on buying those horrible 6-pack cotton panties until I got pissed off and threw them all out." I decided to drop the bomb. "So where do you wear all this stuff?" Jeff looked down and sighed. "Nowhere. Just here when Maryanne goes out, usually with Lisa." "Jeff, you must've spent a fortune on this stuff! Talk about all dressed up with no place to go!" Then it struck me. I burst out laughing! Jeff gaped at me uncomfortably with a whipped-puppy look on his face, thinking I was laughing at him for being such a sissy! "What's so funny?" "Well Jeff," I smiled, "you mean when Maryanne goes out with Lisa and you're left home alone this is what you do? Dress up in drag and mince around in your high heels like a little pansy?" Jeff gulped. "Yeah..." "Well guess what? I'm doing the exact same thing! Dressing up in drag and mincing around in my high heels like a little pansy!" "I guess we're just a couple of sissies, eh Bobby?" "You know it, Jeff. Oh, do you have a femme name?" "Yeah. Maria." "That's a pretty name, Maria. Mine's Rene. So, has anyone ever seen you dressed?" "No." "Well Maria, you're about due then aren't you? The girls are going to the John Denver Concert Thursday Night..." "John Denver... Yeeech!" "...So while those girls have a night out, let's us girls have a night IN!" "Oh Rene, what a scrumptious idea!" Jeff/Maria was already acting in character as his rather deep voice suddenly lifted two octaves or so as he spoke. That Thursday night I could hardly wait for Lisa to get out of the house. I tried to be cool, but I kept pacing until Lisa finally said, "Trying to get rid of me, eh? You must have a date or something!" Finally Lisa and Maryanne were off to the concert. I took a long time getting "dressed." I wore my best canary strapless and my naughtiest black lingerie. I did my curly blonde wig perfectly and made myself up as sluttishly as I could. I pulled my car out of the garage and high-tailed it over to Jeff and Maryanne's house. Conveniently, Jeff also has a garage with an automatic door so I could pull in without the neighbors seeing me in drag. Jeff was waiting for me in a black evening gown trimmed with gold lame, complete with black feather boa and black satin cocktail gloves.. He teetered on six-inch black patent opera pumps. Now, Jeff is not a small guy; maybe 6'2", 220 pounds. But done up the way he was he gave a sultry, sexy Mae West-ish appearance as he pursed his ruby red lips in a sensual pucker. Jeff was wearing a red wig and made up perfectly. I hadn't expected such a closet case to have her look so together. "Oh Maria," I gasped, "You're beautiful." "Oh Rene Darling," Maria giggled, "I'll bet you say that to all the girls!" We adjourned to the guest room upstairs, where Maria had put red satin sheets on the bed. She reclined on the bed, staring longingly at me and I could feel her eyes caressing me from the tip of my spiked heels to the top of my wig. Not wanting to keep her in suspense, I raised my skirt and let her get a good look at my scandalous black undies. Under my dress I was wearing my naughtiest black on black lingerie: strapless black satin Merry Widow corset with frilly, wide garters and a "cleavage maker" TV bra underneath; black satin panties embroidered with the skimpiest touch of lavender and sporting three tiers of big black ruffles at the leg holes and black seamed nylons with lace tops. Maria came over to the edge of the bed and nuzzled her ruby lips against the straining bulge in my panties. The scent of her perfume drifted up to my nostrils as she playfully gnawed at the center of my thick shaft through the satin panty material, making my erection throb vigorously. "Ohhh Rennnne," she moaned in delight, "pull down your panties Darling. I've always wanted to suck a big, hard cock... and yours fills the bill perfectly!" "But Maria," I teased only half-jokingly, "what will the girls think?" "Well, I've heard Lisa likes to suck your cock... and I know Maryanne would love to! So I'll just join the club." "I have a better idea, Maria Darling. I brought you a present." "Oh, do give it up Rene!" With that, I reached over to the night table where I had a pair of hand-embroidered Barbizon briefs, absolutely filthy with Lisa's secretions. The scent of panties filled the room as I pulled them out of my pocketbook. I held them out so Maria could get a good look at them. "Maria Darling, are you a little panty sniffer? How would you like to get a whiff of Lisa's pretty panties? Get me a pair of Maryanne's panties and we'll trade our wives' worn panties while we jerk off together!" "Oh Renee," giggled Maria. "I love it! It's just too, too wicked!" I dangled Lisa's worn undies in Maria's face and let her drool a little before finally parting with them. They were my favorite of Lisa's panties, her lovely pink Barbizon Marci briefs with the delicate embroidery and the scrumptious Satin Remarque material (oh girls, you really owe yourself a pair!) that is sensual beyond restraint. Mmmm, Lisa's panties were so filthy! I had gone through all her worn undies in the hamper to pick out the most pungent pair for Maria to drool over. I know Jeff has had the hots for Lisa for years and we have even discussed the possibility of "swapping" some time. To have Lisa's worn panties dangling in his/her face made Maria incredibly hot! Finally, we pulled the panties over our faces and began jerking ourselves off. I was overcome with lust at the scenario; more intense than anything I could have fantasized! Sniffing Maryanne's filthiest worn panties while her husband was sniffing Lisa's... both of us totally done up in lingerie! I was lost in fantasy, my face pressed against the crotch of Maryanne's laciest peach Vanity Fair briefs, with the white cotton crotch discolored with a coffee-colored stain that reeked of her luscious cunt. I dreamed of burying my face between those creamy white, inviting thighs and sucking her to within an inch of her life, even as her husband was hoping to do the same thing to me! My thoughts were interrupted by Maria, who was now down on all fours with Lisa's panties still over her face. Before I could protest (assuming I'd want to) she took my throbbing shaft in her panty mouth. She gobbled my member with more passion and enthusiasm than anyone had before! Mmm, the sensation was so delicious as Maria's saliva dampened the nylon panty material and it clung to my throbbing glans. My cock was sucked and gnawed and nuzzled. Though Maria had said she'd never sucked a cock before it was obvious she'd had plenty of practice with dildoes! She pleasured my throbbing pecker like an old pro! There was nothing else to do but abandon myself to the pleasure as Maria devoured my manhood for all she was worth. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth, her eager tongue, her gentle gnawing and the wet panty material clinging to my glans finally overcame me and I exploded into Lisa's silky panties. I was about to help Maria finish herself off but then I saw by the dark spot in her panties that she had already gone off by herself. The little Darling came in her undies from the excitement, and who could blame her? Afterwards, I had to rush like mad to get home before Lisa, and then try to act like nothing happened when she got home. I was hoping like mad that she wouldn't be looking for any sex and for once I was not disappointed. We both collapsed into bed and fell fast asleep. Jeff and I haven't had the opportunity to "dress up" again yet, but I know it won't be long before "we girls" get together. It's sometimes hard to keep a straight face when we see each other socially, but we know we have to. In the meantime, we trade our wives' pungent panties and pointers on football betting. After all, we girls need our diversion!