"I am, honestly. It's... it's just that... you've given me permission to fuck with other women, and I want to give you permission to fuck with other guys. But I ... I don't think I could handle seeing you fucking with another guy. And because you've given me permission ... that wouldn't be fair on you." I replied, "I've no problem with you flashing everything you have at another guy, and him seeing you in your sexiest undies - or even totally nude. But actually seeing you being fucked by someone else would be something I don't think I could handle - not just yet!"

"Hmmm, I see what you mean." she said thoughtfully, "I really do."

We sat there again in silence for several minutes, before she spoke again.

"Okay. How about if we agreed that nobody could actually enter me?" she asked, "And the nearest they would ever come to fucking me, would be to push their cock against my cunt and toss themselves off against it - could you cope with that?"

"Hmmm. Let me think about it for a few minutes will you?" I asked.

"Sure." she smiled, "Take all the time you want my darling. I'm only making this suggestion so that you don't feel as you're being unfair with me. Personally, you fucking another woman, but me not being allowed to fuck with another guy is okay by me anyway. And no way do I consider that you're being unfair."

I sat and thought about what she'd suggested for a couple of minutes, imagining the scene in my mind to see if I could cope with it or if it'd make me feel uptight?

"You wouldn't let them push their cock inside you?" I asked, "You'd just let them push their knob-end up against the entrance to your cunt and toss themselves off?"

"That's the only thing I can think of - but even if you said no to that, it'd still be okay by me. Now if that is alright with you, then I promise you. I will not let them push their cock inside me." she repeated firmly, "They might bring me off by rubbing their knob-end against my clitty, but they'd definitely not be allowed to push their cock inside my cunt."

"Hmmm. Okay. I think can cope with that - I mean, it wouldn't be like having a proper fuck, would it?" I said, "It'd be about the same as them tossing themselves off and then you rubbing their cum against your cunt yourself."

"Yeah, I suppose it would." she smiled, "The only difference being that their cock would be touching the lips of my cunt, instead of my hand and fingers - which it would be if I were to give them a wank instead."

"And I could easily cope with that." I said - then added, "Linda, can I ask you to let me do one more thing?"

"Sure, ask away." she said.

"Now this is my turn to be embarrassed." I told her.

"It's okay - honest." she replied, "Ask me."

"Well last night, you might have noticed that I'd more than one mouthful of another guy's cum." I stammered, "In fact, by the end of the night, my belly was full of it."

"And?" she asked.

"And... and I found that I... I actually liked the taste." I said, stopping for a moment before continuing, "If... if a guy was to... you know... spurt his cum against your hairs and cunt, would you... let me suck you out and lick it off?"

"Come here you." she grinned as she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly, "If you want, you can lick their cum off me every time, and suck off as many guys as you want - and swallow their cum. But if it's your cum you're licking off, I want you to save me some as well, okay?"

"Okay." I smiled, "It's a deal!"

**

We finished off our honeymoon by touring the Florida Keys and spending a glorious week in the Bahamas, before flying back home to the UK.

During the rest of our stay, we were just like any other honeymooners, enjoying our own company and fucking with each other at every opportunity, the recent happenings of Alabama fading in our memories as we started our new life together.

"Don't take this the wrong way my darling, but it sure is good to get home again." Linda sighed as she sat down in her chair, having just arrived home, "Will you make me a coffee my darling and then come and sit down beside me? I want to talk to you."

"That sounds ominous." I replied, going into the kitchen.

"No, nothing like that." she shouted back to me, "Just a word or two."

I brought in our coffees and sat on the carpet beside her chair, crossing my legs and wondering what it was she was going to say?

"All I want to say is, it's been one hell of an experience - and I'm glad it's all over." she said, stroking my hair, "But in a funny sort of way, I think some good has come out of it. It's proved to me that my love for you has been strong enough to get both of us over a very difficult time, and that your love for me is strong enough as well.

In spite of what happened, we're still together and very much in love. I also think that it's broadened our outlook to sex, and has introduced new and exciting possibilities.

Putting aside the negative or bad aspects of what happened, I feel more educated and now know that there is a whole lot more to explore in our future sex lives than I first realised. Can you understand what I'm trying to say, my darling?"

"Mmmm, I can." I replied, "That chapter is now closed - but we've learned from it. We've both been able to tell each other how we've felt, and brought some of our innermost desires into the open. For instance, I would've gotten very frustrated by not having the courage to tell you that I fancied wearing some of your sexy undies, and I guess I would've had to have been satisfied, by secretly trying your undies on and having a wank while you were out shopping or somewhere.

As it's turned out, you now know of my secret desire and have agreed to let me wear sexy undies without the need to hide it from you. You must also be greatly relieved that you've admitted to me about your lifelong desire to make love with other women. Now you can freely bring women home for sex and not bother what I think, because you'll know I'm all for it. You now also know that you being fucked by a dog is something you really like and that I'm in total agreement with that as well - so much so, I'm going to go out very soon and buy you your very own canine lover."

"Ah, you do understand." she smiled, "And as for you wearing sexy undies? If you'll let me, I want to take it further and buy you a wig to wear as well. I'll get a great amount of satisfaction out of sitting with you and applying your makeup, brushing your wig and training you to walk and act like a woman so's you look really sexy and just like one - either for me, or another guy."

"Mmmm, I'll look forward to that." I grinned.

"Well we can start tomorrow." she smiled, "We'll go shopping for some of your new clothes and your wig. Then, tomorrow evening, I can make you up and see how you look. How does that sound?"

"It would've sounded better if you'd had suggested that we also see about buying a dog for you while we were out." I replied.

"Okay, it's a deal!" she grinned, "Undies and a wig for you, and a dog for me!"

The following day was spent visiting various lingerie shops and animal shelters, and around teatime we returned home with several shopping bags full of undies, other clothing and a 2 wigs for me to try on, and the confirmation of a Border Collie for Linda. We'd tried several animal shelters to view the dogs, but I hadn't a clue how to determine which one was going to be any use to us for the job intended. Then I had an idea. Being shown round the pens in which the dogs were being kept, I spotted a black and white dog that was sitting down with his cock partly unsheathed.

As we approached his pen, he jumped up at the mesh gate and greeted us by wagging his tail as all the others had done. I asked the kennel-maid if she would open the gate so's we could have a closer look at him, because he seemed to be the type and size of dog we were looking for. I squatted down and patted him once she'd opened the gate, and then asked her about his details as he sat there panting and leaning against me.

The kennel-maid said that the paper-work was back in the office and that she'd go and get it for us to look at, Linda volunteering to go back with her.

Once they'd disappeared, I quickly reached down between his hind legs and wrapped my hand round his furry sheath, wanking him to see what happened. He instantly wrapped his fore-paws around my arm and started to hump my hand, his pre-cum splashing onto the ground. Quickly, I pulled away and closed the gate before the kennel-maid returned with Linda and caught me wanking one of her dogs. Awaiting their return, I saw that his dark red cock and knot was already completely unsheathed and were of a size guaranteed to satisfy any woman. Luckily, his cock had retracted and he'd calmed down by the time they returned with the documents.

"He's just what we want." I smiled, scanning the paper- work that they'd brought back with them, "Can I pay you now and take him home today?"

The girl told us that unfortunately, it'd be a week or so before he was allowed to leave, because they hadn't had him that long and the vet had to look him over, 'chip' him, and do some tests on him. So I paid her a deposit and left our phone number, arranging to pick him up the following Monday.

"How d'you know he'll be alright?" Linda asked excitedly as we got in the car.

"Because while you were away in the office, I wanked him once or twice, and he instantly tried to fuck my arm." I told her, offering her my damp sleeve to feel.

"Oh boy." she said, bouncing in her seat like a schoolgirl that'd just been told she was going abroad on holiday for the first time, " I can't wait until next week."

She then surprised me by sliding back in her seat and spreading her thighs wide apart before wanking her clitty all the way home.

"We're getting a doggy! We're getting a doggy!" she sang excitedly, dancing as we entered the house, "A doggy that'll fuck me! A doggy that'll fuck me!" She then gave me a real big hug before kissing me and thanking me.

**

Later that evening I was sitting in our bedroom at Linda's dressing table, with her fussing around me and trying to explain what she was doing.

Unlike the many other times I'd sat in our bedroom, I was now wearing a black lacy bra, matching lacy suspender-belt with lace-fronted panties, and a pair of nylons.

Because I'd only just put them on, the bra and suspender-belt felt a little weird, but the nylons and the suspenders that were tightly stretched across my thighs felt absolutely divine. It was a feeling that screamed "femininity." at me, and the moment Linda hooked my nylons to my suspender-clasps, my cock started to rise.

She called me a horny bastard before kissing my knob- end and sitting me down at the dressing table to apply my makeup. It was a whole new scene for me, and I felt completely out of my depth as I gazed at all the bottles and tubes, powders and paints, pencils, brushes and lipsticks that covered the table.

"Don't worry my darling, you'll soon get used to it." she told me as she pulled yet another palette of coloured powders from the drawer and used a large brush to apply it to my cheeks, "This dusky red is to accent your cheek-bones."

She worked for about 20 minutes on me - the bit I disliked most being when she applied my eyeliner to my top and bottom lids. Christ, it felt like she was trying to poke my eyes out with a telegraph pole, and I'd an uncontrollable urge to close my eyes every time she came near to them.

"This is usually the hardest part to do for yourself because usually, you can't see properly." she told me as she finished, "Let's have a look... there. That's okay. Now, a little more eye-shadow, and then your lipstick. I'm making you up to look nice and feminine and not like a tart. Looking 'tarty' comes later."

"I didn't realise there was so much to putting on your makeup." I told her, "The thing is, with all this on my face, I feel like I want to wash my face again."

"You do and I'll spank your ass." she said in mock anger, "Again, you'll soon get used to wearing it and it'll be a part of your getting yourself ready when you want to wear your undies. Sometimes you'll only wear a little - eye-shadow and lipstick with just a dusting of face-powder - and sometimes quite a bit. You'll soon know when to do what. Now, stretch your lips - like this... No, like this... That's it, now let them fall back to normal while I fill them in with colour... now close them and move them together... Not like that - as though you were chewing. That's better. Now open them again and let me brush some more onto your bottom lip... okay. Now, bite with your lips onto this tissue. Let's have a look... okay. Now, where's your wig got to? I think the long brunette one would look nice on you... there. Now let me brush and style it for you - and you'll be just about ready."

"What clothes should I wear over my undies, my darling?" I asked, sliding my hand between her thighs and stroking her pubic hairs.

"If you don't stop doing that, you won't be wearing any clothes - we'll be on the bed and I'll fucking the shit out of you. Now give over and let me think. Mmmm, I think your blue satin blouse and that black skirt with the vent would suit that colour of makeup." she replied, "And maybe some of my gold, drop-earrings and a thin gold chain-necklace and pendant will finish it off nicely." I reluctantly removed my hand and she fussed about a while longer as she brushed my wig and added my jewellery.

"Now, put your blouse and skirt on and step into your shoes." she said, "Then we'll have a look at you." I did as she said, fumbling with the pearl buttons on my blouse because they were sewn on the wrong side, Linda squatting I front of me as I stepped into my 2 inch heels and she smoothed down my skirt.

"Right, I think that's about everything. Now, let's have a look at you." she said as she stood up and took a couple of steps backwards, her eyes and mouth both opening wide as she stood there and looked at me, "Fucking hell, Davey."

"What?" I asked, somewhat alarmed at her reaction for a second, "What's up?"

"Take a look in the mirror." she replied softly.

I slowly turned to look at myself in the full-length mirrors of our walk-in wardrobes and got the shock of my life. Looking back at me was a woman. One with a slightly ungainly stance - but a woman nevertheless.

"Fuck me." I breathed.

"You looking like that, many a man surely would want to." she said softly, "I know that I would. You're... beautiful!"

"I've you to thank for that." I replied, swinging my hips and posing as I looked at this woman in the mirror copying my every move, "And there's something else - I have this lovely feeling deep inside of calmness and that things are... 'right' somehow?"

"Why don't you take your shoes off and go downstairs while I get myself ready?" she said, "You sitting downstairs on your own for a few minutes will help you get used to wearing your clothes and makeup. I won't be long."

"Okay." I said, "D'you want a drink bringing up?"

"I think I'd better have a Southern Comfort, my darling." she smiled, "A large one."

I took her the drink and left her alone, sitting down with my drink and trying not to sit like some builder's labourer by sitting upright and keeping my knees together.

"I'm glad to see you're already practicing at sitting like a woman." she said as she finally came downstairs, "That's our next task - walking, moving and sitting."

"You were right about me not feeling as though I'd a ton of crap on my face." I told her, "And my clothes definitely feel more... 'normal' as well."

"Like I said before, you'll soon get used to it." she said, "In fact, you'll get to the stage where you'd feel naked if you were to go without your makeup. I'm going to teach you a bit each night about putting on your makeup, and by the end of the week, you'll be doing it yourself - no problem."

"So soon?" I asked, "And what about walking? These shoes really feel weird."

"Practice." she replied, "You can practice walking every night in here - even if you're not wearing your stuff or your makeup."

We sat down together with our drinks and talked at length about the various subjects of what would make me look feminine, the different way that women sit, walk, swing their hips, act and of course - talk. And it was as we were discussing various aspects of me acting more feminine, that I noticed her looking at me with a quizzical look.

"What?" I asked, "What's up?"

"Sorry." she replied, "I was just thinking of something."

"Thinking of what?" I asked her, "Me?"

"Mmmm." she replied, slowly nodding her head, "A couple of things about you actually - there's something... wrong or not quite right... something, missing?"

We both pondered for a few moments before she sat up and clicked her fingers.

"Your name... that's it, you need a woman's name." she smiled broadly, "It doesn't feel right to me somehow, calling you Davey when you're dressed like that. What you need is another name - something sexy and really feminine."

"Margaret? Gillian? Pauline?" I suggested.

"No. Something more sexy sounding. Something to go with how you look - to match your long, dark hair, the dark tone of makeup I've applied for you, something that adds a touch of ... mystery and depth."

"Christ. You've got me there my darling." I told her, "I haven't a clue. How about Isadora, Cinnabar, Jade?"

"No, none of those really fit you - although Jade's quite a nice name. Hmmm, how about... got it - Suzy. It has a sort of dark mystery and sexiness. How would you like to be called Suzy when you're dressed?"

"Hmmm, sounds alright to me, my darling." I replied thoughtfully, "Hi, I'm Suzy. Yeah, that sounds okay, Suzy it is."

"Mmmm, I think I'm really gonna like being fucked by a Suzy." she grinned wickedly, "Suck me, Suzy. Fuck me, Suzy. What a lovely cock you've got, Suzy."

"Pour me another drink and light me a cigarette, Suzy." I said.

"You're learning fast - Suzy." she grinned. I gave her the filled glass and a cigarette before sitting back down - remembering to keep my knees together.

"You said there were a couple of things on your mind just then?" I asked.

"Mmmm, there were." she replied, "I was sitting there and thinking about how realistic you looked in your makeup and stuff, and I was wondering if... if you wouldn't mind... being my... pseudo 'girlfriend' until I find a real woman?"

"How do you mean?" I asked, "Take on the role as your girlfriend?"

"In a way, yes." she replied, "At the moment I don't have a proper girlfriend, and it may be a couple of months or even longer before we find out how I can meet other bi women that would actually like to be my girlfriend. So I was wondering if... if you could be... Suzy, my 'pseudo' girlfriend, and ask you if you could maybe spend more of our evenings together... with you living here as Suzy, and not as Davey?"

"I'd love to, my darling." I told her, "Besides which, I really need the practice."

She quickly got up and kissed me full on the lips - a rather strange experience for me with us both wearing lipstick.

"Thank you. And you'll certainly get some practice in - starting right now." she said,

"C'mon Suzy, you and me are both going out for a little stroll down the lane."

With that, she pulled me out of my chair, me just managing to put down my drink.

"Go out? What if somebody sees me dressed like this?" I protested.

"Our nearest neighbours are nearly 1/2 a mile away." she replied, "And if someone does actually see you with me, they'll certainly think you're another woman - believe me, I would if I were to see you outside!"

She was right about the neighbours because we both now lived in a converted and extended farmhouse that was set back off the lane about 75 yards, renting off the surrounding fields to local farmers for their sheep and cattle to graze upon.

"It's still nice and warm, so you won't need a coat." she said as she opened the door and I took my first unsteady steps into the outside world as Suzy - a woman.

"Mmmm, you're right, it is still nice and warm my darling." I said as we linked arms and set off down the tarmac driveway to the lane, "This little excursion is making me feel really excited and extremely sexy."

"Mmmm, I can tell that by the bulge in the front of your skirt, my love." she giggled, "Just take your time and try to get used to walking in your heels, we'll do some work on the deportment side of things later in the week."

The feeling of my thighs being nylon-clad and rubbing together as I walked along could only be described as being absolutely exquisite. The only thing that was spoiling things slightly, was by having my cock and balls being constricted somewhat by the tight confines of my panties - them obviously being designed to cover and contain a cunt and not a cock and balls.

Upon us reaching the gate and before turning into the lane, I stopped and told Linda that I simply had to remove my panties.

"She's fucking sex mad!" Linda grinned as she stood and watched me hitch up my skirt and then slip my scanty panties down my nylon-clad thighs, "She's not even off her fucking driveway, and she wants to take off her panties."

"Ah, that's a lot better." I smiled as I tucked the scanty, black nylon panties into my waistband, "Oooo, and it feels more sexy as well. Shall we continue my darling?"

"Just a minute." she said, "I'm gonna try this for myself."

So saying, she hitched up her own skirt and slid her lemon panties down her beautiful, long legs, then straightening her skirt before moving off with me down the lane.

"Hey, you're bloody right Suzy." she said, "It feels a thousand times more sexy to go without any panties. I can feel the breeze on my cunt and clitty. That's it, no more fucking panties for me, I'm going without them from now on!"

"There's an added advantage to not wearing panties as well, my darling." I told her as I delighted in the beautiful feeling of my cock swaying free beneath my skirt and my balls rubbing against my stocking-tops.

"Oh, and what's that then?" she asked.

"This." I said as I pushed my hand up between her nylon-clad thighs and quickly slid 2 fingers deep inside her juicing cunt, "I've a much easier access to your cunt, now."

"Don't forget this." she giggled, reaching over to me and wrapping her fist around my erect and exposed cock, my skirt now draping over it as we walked down the lane.

We walked down the lane for another 10 minutes or so before deciding to turn back, Linda complimenting me on how quickly I was getting used to walking in my heels.

"D'you mind if I try something else, my darling?" I asked her as we slowly walked back along the dark country lane.

"Try whatever you like." she replied.

I quickly stopped and undid my blouse, sliding it off my shoulders before unzipping my skirt and letting it drop to the ground. I then picked them up and we set off again.

The feeling of walking along a public road whilst only wearing my sexy undies with my rigid cock jutting up from between my nylon-clad thighs and slapping them with every step, could only be described as tremendous and fantastically sexy.

"Fucking hell my darling, this feels fantastic." I told her, It's only a shame I've no tits to expose as well - then it'd be complete."