Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 00:38:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr Mike <kingotbass@yahoo.com>
Subject: We All Make Mistakes (TG)

This is a true story. Names have been changed or omitted for privacy
reasons.  As always, if you're underage or for any reason, not legally
permitted to read such material, please do not continue.

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  Copyright MCM 2008 All Rights Reserved

    We all make mistakes...but sometimes things work out for the best.
When I was 24, I moved back to Pittsburgh. I'd been living in a small,
rural community in Ohio that was possibly the most boring place on Earth.

    Being a musician, I figured the best way to get my name around town &
start getting gigs was to start hitting the jam sessions held all over the
city, of which there were plenty at the time. For those unfamiliar with the
scene, at a jam session, you basically just show up with your instrument
and sometimes put your name on a sign-in sheet, sometimes you're just asked
to sit in. As I had a "look" back then, I never had to sign in. The other
musicians just knew I was a player! It was the early 90s and instead of the
typical long, dirty hair look, I sported an exaggerated pompadour and
usually wore a bowling-type shirt or a guyaberra and usually baggy dress
pants. I stand about 5'8 but was well built...broad shoulders, well defined
chest and a 32" waist.

    After a few weeks, I'd gotten to know a lot of the regulars at the
jams. One guy in particular & I really hit it off. He was a blues guy and a
helluva musician. He always came by himself but would often brag about his
wife. He'd said she was a model and if the photos he'd shown me were any
indication, a good one! She was slender, with long, thick blonde hair, blue
eyes and a killer body. I often asked why she never came along and his
answer was always something along the lines of "I couldn't trust you guys
around her!".  I had to wonder what was up. Was she cheating on him?

    Anyway, I started playing with a band on a regular basis and this guy
would sometimes sit in with us. One night, he finally brought hiswife,
Monica, with him. She was even more beautiful than her photos. And dressed
to the nines!  On a break, he introduced me to her. I took a seat at their
table and the conversation and drinks just flowed. She seemed to hang on
every word I spoke. She kept moving closer & closer to me. I have to admit,
I was a little uncomfortable as I'm not one to try to cheat. I just figured
that I must have been imagining what I perceived to be her attention.

    A few weeks later, I received a call from my musician friend. He & his
wife were having a party for her 26th birthday and wanted to invite me. As
I was still relatively new in town, I thought it would be fun so I made
plans to go. I picked up a bottle of wine and a card and got to their house
about 9:00pm. There were loads of people including some other musicians I
knew. When Monica saw me, she came up to me & threw her arms around me and
gave me a kiss. I thought this was a bit forward but maybe she's just the
`huggy-kissy' type. I gave her the bottle of wine & card. She accepted them
graciously then set them on a nearby table. She then turned back towards me
and put her arms around me again, giving me this sly look. Wait...is she
grinding her crotch into me? No. Can't be. Maybe she's just got a buzz
on. Trying to get myself out of my friend's wife's embrace, I commented on
how nice the house looked. She took me by the hand and said she'd show me
around and introduce me to the other party guests.

    Theirs was a small house; just 2 small rooms, kitchen, bath, bedroom
and basement. She made sure to show me all of them...all the while never
letting go of my hand. She made sure to show me the bedroom last. She stood
between me and the doorway and started to comment on how nice I looked in
tight jeans...and how my jeans would look better on her bedroom floor! WTF
I thought! I tried to laugh it off...hoping that this hot woman, my
friend's wife, was only joking. Using the only excuse I could think of, I
asked to use the bathroom.

    When I came out of the bathroom, she was waiting for me. Uncomfortable
doesn't even begin to describe the way I was feeling! Here was this hot
woman, practically throwing herself at me and ignoring her party guests and
her husband! She said she wanted to introduce me to someone. She took me
into their den and there stood a young transvestite -- "Vicky". I could
tell that Vicky was a transvestite and looked to not be older than 19;
wearing a short, tight print dress, 3" black heels, a long blonde wig and a
bit too much make up. What I haven't mentioned thus far is that I really
like transvestites & transsexuals. How did Monica know this about me? She
couldn't have! Aside from a few close friends in Ohio, I'd never told
anyone! Monica then whispers in my ear, "I have the feeling you'll be
getting lucky tonight...with at least one of us."


     Did I mention that by this point, I was becoming very uncomfortable? I
was torn between my morals and not wanting to accept my friend's wife's
flirting and my desire to fuck this young transvestite and my desire to
keep my private life private and NOT share it with everyone at the party.
This was looking to be a loooooong night. Needless to say, I was fighting a
raging hard on.

    As luck would have it, my friend needed to go on a beer run and asked
if I'd go with him to lend him a hand. WHEW!!!!!! My way out! I more than
readily agreed to go with him and I excused myself from Monica & Vicky's
company. As my friend and I were driving to the store, he was laughing
about how much Monica always talks about me. He told me that ever since the
night she met me, I was all she talked about. "What a nice guy" and "what a
talented musician" and "he's so funny". This was not making me feel anymore
comfortable. I just tried to laugh it off and change the subject...but the
thoughts of getting it on with Monica or Vicky kept creeping into my head.
I couldn't let myself do anything with my friend's wife, but Vicky was a
whole other matter.  I decided that when we returned to the party, I would
try to get some time alone with Vicky.

    Upon returning to the party, Monica was waiting outside for what I
assumed was "us". I was wrong. She only wanted to talk to me. She told her
husband to take the beer in and she took me by the arm. She then whispered
in my ear, "I've been having naughty thoughts about you since we met and I
really want to fuck you". That was not what I needed to hear! I hurried and
excused myself to help my friend load the beer in the house. He asked if I
could put a few cases down in the basement. I decided to see if I could get
Vicky's attention at this point. Could be a good excuse to spend at least a
few minutes alone talking. I caught her eye and suggested she meet me in
the basement...and asked if she could bring a couple cold beers.

    Vicky followed me to the basement. I thought I'd just get to the point
and I told her about Monica saying that I'd be getting lucky with at least
one of them. She smiled and gave me a sly look and said that I probably
would...but she wasn't THAT easy! I laughed and apologized for coming
across like an idiot. She told me she thought I was cute...and that most
likely, I would be getting lucky before we went back upstairs.  I decided
to be bold and took her in my arms and kissed her.  She returned the
embrace as well as the kisses. Soon, her lips parted and our tongues were
entwined. I was harder than Chinese algebra at this point! I want her
soooooo badly! As we embraced, I know she could feel my dick throbbing
against her. I could feel "hers" too! I was soooooo turned on! Vicky
started to stroke me through my jeans and I thought I would just explode!
She slowly pushed me against the wall and worked her way down to my
crotch. She slowly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down
my zipper. I was going commando (no underwear) and my 6.5" cock burst out
of my pants. Vicky looked up at me with the sweetest smile and took my cock
in her hand and slowly started to stroke it. I was in heaven. I went to
touch her face and she backed off a bit, giving me a "no no" look. She then
started to kiss the head of my cock, slowly kissing along the bottom of my
shaft as she raised it up with her hand. She started to kiss my balls...I
thought I was going to pass out if I didn't cum soon...but Vicky wasn't
about to let that happen! She took me in her mouth and started to slowly
work up and down my shaft. She held my balls in one hand and would
occasionally squeeze them hard...just enough to hurt to where I wouldn't
cum yet. She used her other hand to start feeling the crack of my ass. I
was losing my mind! She started to probe my crack and was still going down
on me at the same time. Her nose was into my pubes when I just couldn't
hold back any more. I told her I was about to cum...just as I did, Monica
came down into the basement and caught us!

  "Naughty naughty!", Monica giggled.  "I told you he'd be into trannies",
Monica said to Vicky, who was licking my now softening cock. I blushed.
What else could I do?  Monica then came over & asked if she was going to
get her turn. Before I could explain that she wouldn't, due to being my
friend's wife, my friend came downstairs, wondering where we all were. I
felt so bad...he walks downstairs and sees Vicky on her knees in front of
me, me zipping up my pants & his wife asking for her turn...I'm surprised
he didn't shoot me! The look on his face told me his wife had put him
through this before.

    It was getting late and the party was breaking up, and as our private
basement party was also broken up, I said my good nights and thanked my
guests and went on home. Vicky had disappeared and I didn't get a chance to
say good night. Monica said she'd give me her number but never did. I was
to find out that she wanted me to herself.

    I saw my friend later on that week. I tried to tell him what had really
happened in the basement (minus the part about Monica asking for her turn).
He just laughed and said that his wife can be a bit "goofy" when she
drinks.  He was apologizing to ME for HER behaviour! He teased me a bit
about "getting sucked off by a guy in a dress" but also said that his wife
had lots of "friends like that".  He suggested that I come over sometime to
show him some guitar stuff. I was just glad that everything was cool. Our
friendship was good and Monica started seeming more like just his wife and
wasn't trying to molest me (for a while). She would often call me and ask
if I could grab her things from the grocery store as her husband often
worked late and she didn't drive. I wasn't thrilled about this but being a
friend, would try to help when I could.

    One night, I ran into Monica and her husband at a club. She was looking
HOT in a short, tight dress, heels and fishnets. She was giving me that
look again. Her husband suggested we all go for breakfast after the club
closed. I really didn't want to but they both talked me into it. I just
didn't want Monica sitting next to me. I knew by the look in her eye, she'd
probably spend the whole time with her hand in my crotch.  Monica & her
husband sat on one side of the booth & I sat on the other. It wasn't 5
minutes before I felt her foot playing with my leg. I tried to move a bit
without being obvious but she kept at it. At one point her husband went to
the bathroom...her foot went straight for my crotch and my now bulging hard
on. She was rubbing my cock with her foot and telling me that she wanted to
suck my cock under the table. She wondered out loud what her husband would
say. I was, needless to say, speechless.

    After I'd been at my job for a few months, I put a down payment on a
new convertible. I loved that car! My friend called one day & said he'd
told his wife about it and she wanted to know if I would take her for a
ride. I made sure he was ok with me taking her for a ride & I agreed to
pick her up for lunch that Friday as their house wasn't far from my office.
That Friday was a beautiful day. Sunny, warm...perfect day for riding in a
convertible. I picked Monica up and we just drove around for a while until
we found a place to grab a quick bite. We had a really nice time. As I was
driving her home (I had to get back to work) she as usual turned the
conversation towards her attraction to me. I was stuck. Here we were, in my
car, a few miles from her house and I'd just have to be polite.  She simply
explained that she wanted me and WOULD have me. I tried to explain that I
wasn't in the habit of sleeping with my friends wives...or any other
married women.  She then asked how long I'd liked trannies. I just blushed
& didn't answer. She then asked if a tranny had ever given me a handjob
while I was driving. She then reached over and started stroking my crotch.
I was hard immediately. I tried to ask her to stop but before I could
Monica asked, "You did know didn't you? You did know I'm transsexual?"
Again I was speechless. Worse still, I was now even more attracted than
before! "What about your husband?, I asked, as if it really mattered at
that point. "He's an asshole & I hate him" she told me.  I tried to
concentrate on my driving but with this hot tranny stroking my cock, I
almost wrecked a few times. She wouldn't let me cum either. She said that
it was hers now to do what she pleased with. I hurried and got her home and
before she got out of the car, I told her that we shouldn't be doing stuff
like that. "Don't be silly", Monica said to me, "You're mine now."

  (to be continued)