The Offer
She lay on her side, in their queen size bed. She gazed at the clock, 5.30 A.M. She would have 30 minutes to relax before she got up and made Ron’s breakfast.
She just started to doze when she felt his arm reach round. His hand rested on her right breast and his fingers gently rubbed her nipple through the short filmy black babydoll.
He slid across the bed to spoon her. She felt his hardness pushing against the back of her knickers.
“I know what comes next” she thought. His other hand rubbed her ruffled panties a few times, then pulled them down a little to expose her bottom. His hand gripped her right buttock and squeezed. She could hear his breathing become deeper and harder. It wasn’t the only thing getting harder .
His index finger slipped inside easily. She was still wet from last night, he had been very enthusiastic, she was surprised he was still horny after only 5 hours.
It had been the anniversary of her moving in, he had bought home the babydoll and some flowers. She had him cooked his favourite dinner of roast lamb. After dinner they sat and watched T.V. His arms were around her shoulders pulling her to his eager mouth. He had placed her hand on the bulge in his trousers . After a few minutes of rubbing she opened his fly.
Within seconds her hand enclosed his hard member. She saw her hand with it’s pink polished nails sliding up and down his cock. He slowly pushed her off the sofa and onto the floor. She arranged her skirt and got between his legs. Using the tip of her tongue and traced the length of his cock. When she got to the top she engulfed him. She knew how to use her tongue to bring him to a quick climax. After 6 minutes she could feel him swelling, then he exploded.
Ron let out a sigh, “thanks that was lovely, like you” He helped her to her feet, she nearly stumbled as her heel caught on the carpet. Ron liked to see her in heels even in the flat. He caught her in his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom. She was 5ft 8, he was 6ft 4. His large imposing frame was one of the things that had first attracted her when she saw him on the dating site.
“I’m not finished with you yet honey, that was just a warm up”. “What about the washing up?” she said. “It will still be there in the morning dear, you are such a house proud wife”
They both showered and she changed in the babydoll. He was ready and standing to attention when she came out of the bathroom.
That was last night , now he wanted a quickie.
He pushed her onto her front and straddled her. He lined himself up and slid in smoothly. She let out a small yelp. It still hurt when he went all the way in that quickly . She felt her small cock rub against the front of her knickers. She knew this would not be enough to make her come. Ron did not like it when she touched herself there. He only liked “gurls”, but he did not like playing with their “extra bits”. Occasionally he run his hand over her crotch just to make sure it was there, but nothing more. She thought Ron’s major turn on was making a man act and live like a woman, this is what really drove him.
He built up a rhythm, they we both bouncing faster as he piled into her. She enjoyed his attentions, but missed being able to come. This is what a good wife does, she thought please her husband s. He certainly sounded pleased as released inside her.
She may get time alone later to take care of her needs
“You stay there and relax, I’ll grab breakfast on my way to work” he said heading for the shower. Later he kissed her goodbye and headed out.
She lay there and dozed off for an hour. When she woke she stripped the babydoll off. Those knickers are going to need a soak she thought, as she ran her bath.
She looked at her body in the mirror. He shoulder length ginger hair, a very expensive wig, glued to her head . The glue lasted at least 3 months. Ron paid for it, he had a thing for red heads. She saw the swell of her small breasts, only an B cup really. She had been taking the black market female hormones for a year now. Her hips had put on extra fat , and her skin had softened. Even her face seemed more female now. She rarely got any strange looks while shopping now.
Her small 3 inch penis and shriveled sack looked wrong. She asked Ron about “going all the way” . Ron said “If you want that you can leave” He did offer to pay for breast implants though.
What Ron wanted he got. When he offered her her dream of being a housewife, she never realized how life changing it would be. She had been a crossdresser all her life. Her wife left because of it. Her fantasy was to be what she saw as the panicle of femininity, a submissive housewife. Looking and dressing pretty at all times for her “man”.
She meet Ron, and after 2 dates and a long weekend, he had asked her to move in. She was broke and living in a bedsit. Her divorce had cleaned her out. So Ron’s offer was the perfect solution. Live fulltime as a woman, no bills, and Ron would help her become what she dreamed of being.
The offer , became real when Ron helped her move. He made her throw all her male clothes and belongings away. All she had was her female clothes and what she was dressed in. Back at Ron’s flat he made her change and threw her last male clothes away.
They both sat down and spent the rest of the day ordering corsets , lingerie, dresses, skirts tops, makeup and shoes. Well it was all Ron’s choices really. No leggings or trousers. No tights., stockings only. Shoes and boots with at least 3 inch heels. She realized what she was in for when he started looking at 1950’s clothing. He ordered girdles and bullet bra’s, and petticoats . He even ordered a french maids outfit and a nurses uniform!
As she let the warm water of the bath wake her up, she though about what she would be doing today. Cleaning , dusting, washing, ironing , cooking and shopping.
She slowly dressed, a black basque and silk french knickers. Black stockings and ankle boots. Then a dark brown knee length dress. After her makeup, she finished her look off with dark blue silk scarf.
She went to the kitchen and stated the washing up. Then it struck her, the reality of the offer. She was trapped, she had no money, no where to live, not even any mens clothes.
She was trapped in a life of makeup, high heels, perfume, women’s magazines, washing, cleaning and getting used by her husband for sex whenever he chose.
She used to worry about wages, bill, promotion ,cars and hair loss. Now her worries were what to cook for dinner, ladders in stockings or chipping a nail.
As she walked about the flat getting ready to walk to the shop, she wondered if the offer was worth it.
Walking to the shop she felt her silk knickers caress her cock and backside as she moved She felt her suspenders tug against her stockings, smelt her perfume and heard the click of her heels.
As she pasted a building site, she was wolf whistled. Then she thought, “was the offer worth it?” “you bet” she smiled, she loved her new life.
