She Deserves Bigger & Better!

I left for Paris at 7:30 the following morning. Jess was up to make sure I'd had sufficient coffee and see me off, then took off for a run. I did suggest she kept clear of the park across the road, joking, of course, because Jess has proved very recently that Jess will do whatever and whoever she pleases. She did mention that after the run she intended to have lunch with her mother and later catch up with Margret next door and have an early night, and we agreed to leave the phone call until Monday evening.

We've spoken on the phone a couple of times this week, it seems her mother has gotten me an application form for the job in her office, and that way I won't have to go away at all, but Jess mainly talked about looking forward to my being home again on Sunday and then getting three days off. It's a shame she still has to work during the day but still has a couple of long evenings with Petrina!

Jess thinks that we should spend a couple of days getting to know her, and Peter should take those same two or three days being Petrina only. She asked me what I thought: Would I like to explore being Petrina for a couple of days? It could be fun. Caught on the hop like that, I wasn't sure how to reply. I mean, when she first created Petrina, it was my face, but again wasn't, and I did look hot; I loved it!
But that was only for that one evening and just us at home, but I think Jess is now proposing that I let her feminine me for all three days off, and that's something else that needs to be talked about and told her so.

I meet my replacement Calvin at Monet's garden after lunch, so all being well, I shall be back home very late tomorrow or early Sunday morning and will ring when back in the UK. Calvin was waiting in Giverny when we arrived, making the handover easy. I introduced him to the clients before they wandered off to the gardens, then chucked my stuff in the van, along with five boxes of wine, and quickly made my way to the Chunnel train which is where I am now writing this, hopefully not taking more than an hour to offload in the UK.

I pulled up the drive just a little after two a.m. earlier this morning. The front door opened as I turned my car lights off and Jess, stark naked, flew into my arms, legs around my waist kissing my face all over, telling me to leave everything till morning. I zapped the car doors and carried her into the kitchen, needing a drink, which Jess had almost ready.
I did mention that if only that was the welcome I'd gotten every time I returned from abroad with wine, maybe I should go more often. Jess quickly vetoed that by telling me I should never go away, that she misses me too much, that she was glad I was back now, and that she could not wait for Petrina to be at home in the morning! With that in mind, we drank coffee and I ate a tongue sandwich with a glass of white, refilling the glasses to take up to bed.

In the bedroom, as I drank my wine, Jess ran the shower for me. I kicked off my shoes. As I stripped off my top half, Jess unzipped my trousers and lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and she pulled my socks off as she knelt there, smiling up at me, seeing I'd worn the dark grey boy shorts she had bought me and saying "Good boy" as she ran her fingertips over my hard dick.

After my shower and cleaning my teeth, Jess sprayed some sort of cologne or scent in the air over me, a very quiet but feminine smell. Mmm, quite nice, really. Then she took my hand, saying that it was past 3:30 in the morning and "You still have to shag me; make me cum twice at least before sleeping."

Jess can be a little cruel sometimes, and this morning was one of them. I was tired, but still, when I first got into bed, she mounted my head for me to lick her already wet pussy, which I know she'd used George on and in whilst waiting for me to get home from France. Having made her orgasm once like that, she got on all fours and told me to do that again, and as I got behind her I saw Jess already had the tip of George moving up and down teasingly, and she got impatient with me and turned her head and said, "Stop gawking at me, Pete, just fuck me. Come on, I've been waiting for you all night. Now do it. Fuck me now!"

I knelt close behind her and positioned the head of my dick against her anus intending to wait for Jess to begin an orgasm, but I guess she had other ideas as she did two things, first pushed back so taking all of me in one go, to the hilt, and secondly pushed 'George' deep into her pussy. With his motor purring I felt it passing the tip of me through the thin wall between us. Jess started to orgasm almost immediately after I came in her. The vibration off George on my dick was for me mind-blowing and it seemingly kept me hard for much longer, as Jess made to fuck herself with both of us to orgasm twice more before falling away from me to lay flat, saying, "Enough already; you fucked me so well, you must have missed me!"

My reply was, "That's an understatement, my love!" before falling asleep and spooning her.

It's 8:30 on a Sunday morning and neither Jess nor I are working today; she's up, the radio is blaring downstairs, and Jess is singing. I stagger to take a leak, then put on a dressing gown. Actually it's her kimono, as I can't see mine anywhere, then go down to find out what's going on. Jess, her back to me is wearing only a pair of black lacy boy shorts and dancing aerobics while singing along to the tune. Watching her is a hell of a way to wake up after less than four hours of kip, but to see her with legs wide apart and touching the floor with both hands gives me an instant hard-on. When she noticed me watching she reached to turn the CD off and smiled. She came over and placed her arms around my neck, kissed me and said, "Good, you're up. Go and sit down. I'll make you coffee. Do you want breakfast yet?"

Bringing the coffee over with cereal bowls, spoons, and milk, she sorted breakfast for herself. Whilst she ate it I slowly woke and sipped my coffee, muttering a good morning. Why was she so cheerful? Emptying her mouth, Jess said, "You said that Petrina could come to stay with us till Tuesday and I thought we could make an early start and she could come for lunch today. What say you, Pete, my darling husband?"

"Do I have any say in the matter? I mean, you tell me things, and even if I disagree you still go ahead and I end up going along with it. You know that."

"Yes, Pete, I know you do, but you did enjoy the first time being her, didn't you? Wouldn't you just love to be Petrina for me and make me happy to have someone I can relate to, be happy with, and make love with?"

"Yes Jess, I did enjoy it the first time, not only because of how you made me look but also because it made you happy, and you know I'll do anything for your happiness. If it's what you want, then I guess Petrina is on her way!"

"Oh sweetheart, don't look like that. Look at it this way instead. Your lovely little wife won't be making love to a black man tonight. It'll be just us three fucking in bed, along with George and Mr. Brown with you, Petrina gangbanging me, and magic man fucking you. Bugger it, I'm getting horny now, so how about you take me up to bed and sort me out. Also, we can stop your little man from getting hard the rest of the day. Come on, lover!"

I was about to take a shower when Jess stopped me, telling me to strip off and lie down. She then knelt over my mouth. Knowing what her demands were I started licking, driving my tongue as far up her love chute as I could. Jess leaned down, taking my dick between her lips. She sucked twice then lifted away, blowing gently and licking the head, a minute later repeating the same thing, and again until she said that she was cumming and for me not to stop. Only then did she take me back into her mouth and suck hard, making me cum hard as she too orgasmed. She then turned over, kissed me deeply, giving me back my spunk, and said, "There's a good boy, making me cum as well. Now, my love, go and take a shower. I'll be in in a couple of minutes to wash your hair for you; I know how you like me to."

I headed into the bathroom and first shaved with a new blade, then as I turned to put the shower on I heard Jess moan. Looking towards the bed, she was lying on her back knees up, fucking herself with Mr. Brown. She's holding the balls and ramming them hard into her pussy, muttering to herself. I thought I heard yes, harder, and what sounded to me like Aiden's name mentioned, but she was lost in her fantasy fuck. As Jess started to cum, I turned on the shower, wondering if she needed me to clean her pussy. I got under the water and lathered up. After a couple of minutes, she got in with me kissing my shoulder, then washed my hair!

We eventually both got out, and after wrapping a bath sheet around her body she did the same to me, tucking it under my arms and covering my chest in a feminine way. She then led me to the dressing table again, sitting me facing away from the mirror, starting the procedure to bring Petrina to life by applying the nails. She then took the towel from my head and did my hair differently from last time. She blow-dried it away from my face, then applied foundation, blusher, and the first coral colour coat of varnish to the nails, and said, "Come on, time for a coffee while that dries. I need to show you something downstairs, so come on."

Downstairs Jess had me sit on the sofa, warning me not to touch anything. She made coffee and toast, and having finished eating, Jess stood up and reached behind the sofa, coming back in front with two bags, one of which had a box inside. Out of the other bag, she handed me a pair of royal blue French knickers with a beautiful pattern on them and blue hold-ups, telling me to stand. She got me to step into the knickers and pull them up, and the stockings also, she said. "It's because you're not used to nails yet. You can tuck up before going back upstairs, but for now, sit here."

Jess pulled out one of the chairs by the dining table. I sat down as she reached over for the other bag with a box inside. I saw it was a shoe box. She opened it and handed me a white 2" spool-heeled open-toed shoe with long straps. In the other shoe she is fitting on my foot, the long straps cross over the front of the shoe, then twice around the shin to buckle up on the outside. Doing the same with the other shoe I'd looked at, checking they were on the right, she says, "Hold my shoulder and stand up carefully now." I stand, boy, that feels weird like I'm on tiptoes. Jess is barefoot at the moment and I'm at least 10" taller and feel slightly wobblily.

Jess said, "Try a couple of short steps." I did so.

"Now let go of me and try going to the counter." I made it and turned to face her, leaning back on the worktop.

"Good boy. Now I need you to wear them. Practice walking here. We'll go back up shortly to finish Petrina. You go up and I'll bring the coffee when I've made it."

Upstairs I see myself in the mirror. I took off the towel. Oh, I love the French knickers. I think maybe a lighter shade might be better or even white. The shoes are fabulous. I just need to learn how to walk in them. I hear Jess coming so quickly. She puts the coffee down, picks up the topcoat nail varnish, and does my right hand, telling me to watch as I was to do the other hand myself. After that she carried on doing my face, spending a fair amount of time on my eyes. Jess also worked her magic on my hair, bearing in mind that in two days I would revert to being the man of the house and no longer Petrina, my wife's girlfriend.

Next came the breast-form-filled white lacy bra, a white blouse with tiny dark blue dots, and a dark blue miniskirt, not too short, about 4" above my knees. I believe it's called a half-circle skirt, and I like how it floats as I walk.

It's now 11 o'clock and for the past twenty minutes, my wife has been talking to Petrina. How she loves her complexion, where she gets her hair done, and things like that. She suddenly states, "I'll leave you to finish your nails because I need to get lunch started. Come join me in the kitchen for coffee when you've finished."

After Jess had gone downstairs I turned to look in the mirror and was again amazed at what she had done to me, Peter, her husband, whom I barely recognized. I was definitely gazing at an attractive young lady. Somehow she had made my hair look twice as thick as it does when I'm Peter, which tends to be a bit lank. I also love how it is all over the place but not like someone's running fingers through it, and then she fixed that look.

I did my left-hand nails with the topcoat as Jess had done to the right, thinking I needed to practice as it was not that easy. Hearing Jess calling Petrina, I stood and saw myself full-length in the door mirror. Fuck, I'd fancy myself if I saw me walking towards me! I go down to join Jess for coffee and then lunch, during which she asks, while topping our wine glasses again, "What would you like to do this afternoon, as it's such a lovely day? How about going for a little walk, maybe just over to the park, go shopping in town, or stay in and talk about the men in our lives? We could just go for a run. I've got some running gear you could wear."

I told her that I could never go out in public in daylight dressed like this, everyone would see me.

"Looking like that, nobody, let alone your mother, would recognize you unless you spoke, and we'll have to work on your voice some other time when you're Petrina. But after all the work this morning and you looking so fucking gorgeous right now, it seems a shame not to show you off just a little, don't you think?"

"Please, Jess, don't make me do this; I'm really not ready, and I'd die if I was seen by the neighbours."

"The problem with my husband Peter is that he's a bit of a wimp, but like all good little boys, he does whatever I tell him. If he were here instead of you, Petrina, I'd be telling him to go get in the car, that we were going out for a drive. Maybe to the seaside to walk along the prom and get a bit of fresh air. Do him good and help with his confidence!"

I told Jess that I needed the loo first, and she replied, "It's upstairs and to the right."

I ran as quickly as I could in these damn shoes. Walking in them is not so bad but I thought I might be sick, I needed to hurry. I wasn't sick but had the shakes. My hands were shaking at the thought that this was what she had planned all along, this recent thing of hers. First the pants in the bedroom only, then plus hold-ups, then all evening with the negligees, then grey boy short for work, then a skirt and top one evening. Suddenly it's breast forms, make-up, beautiful shoes to wear, all to go out in. Jess is an exhibitionist and now wants to display me also! So a couple of hours later we ended up sitting on a bench in a country park overlooking a beach on the Wirral, having gotten here just in time for coffee at the little café before it closed. Then she insisted we walk through the park and look at the sea.

I had to take my shoes off because of the soft sand, and she made me take the stockings off as well so as not to ruin them for later. Just before we sat down a gust of wind blew both my skirt up and the wraparound the Jess was wearing to split to show a lot of legs. In my case, I'm sure my pants were briefly on display. Luckily the couple walking hand in hand towards us only had eyes for each other. Jess asked me if I felt more relaxed now that I realized nobody knew or cared who I was, except one guy who was checking me out when I was taking my shoes and stockings off.

"Yes, you little bitch, you could have told me he was coming out of the shrubbery. Besides, he was an old man. Until he started perving, I was beginning to enjoy it. The freedom, the air flowing around underneath, I had begun to feel quite feminine. Even just sitting here and there's nobody about, I feel I could do as you're doing now, flashing your legs like that because even I can see you're wearing stockings. Supposing someone came cycling past, they'd see?"

"Look Petrina, If you want to get the urge to flash past men then do so, but I am so glad that you don't hate it or me for dragging you out here. Haha, excuse the pun, get dragging you in. No seriously, darling. I love that you, Peter, are enjoying the day so far, and just before we go back to the car I want you to show me your stockings. Come on, show me quick before these boys get too close."

Looking behind me as I walked along the path was a group of 4 or 5 boys only about two hundred yards away, so I shook my head no and told her, "Let's go back to the car, quick."

Jess was adamant and said, "Show me, Petrina, or do you want me to invite them to join us, or maybe even take them into the dunes for an orgy? Then you can clean me up and what would they think then?"

Quickly standing up and turning away from them I lifted the front of my skirt. Jess indicated higher. I did so, then dropped my skirt, picked up my shoes off the bench, and started walking towards the parking lot, passing the five boys, receiving a couple of 'Cor-look at the arse on that, nice tits though!'

Jess, catching up as they passed me, told them, "Sorry, lads, but she's not into boys, only girls with big tits. My sister is lesbian!"

She giggled when she took my hand till we got back to the car; I wanted to pee but the toilets were closed. Jess said that she needed to go too but could wait 15-20 minutes. "Get in and put stockings and shoes back on. We'll go and eat!"

"Jess, couldn't we just go home now? Isn't this enough for you? I'm not sure if I can take much more. Besides, I'm horny and want to make love to you. You've teased me so much already today. Please, love, can't we just go home now?"

"Oh, stop whining! Just be a good boy now, and we'll have a fish supper on the way home. Now get dressed and I'll take you to dinner. I've had a lovely day with Petrina so don't spoil it for me. I'm looking forward to spending the night making love with my girlfriend."

I did as I was told and got dressed again as Jess drove us to a small town close to Chester, stopping at the appropriately named Traveler's Rest. Both of us rushed to the ladies. Jess rinsed her hands as I was still 'tucking' myself, awkward when wearing French knickers. She said,

"I'll go and find a table; don't be too long, Petrina."

I panicked and rushed to get out. I didn't even wash my hands. I just rushed out to catch her up and found Jess asking for a table for two, please. She took my hand and we followed a nice young girl to a table, where we enjoyed fish and chips and the double vodka and orange she got me to steady my nerves. Jess, of course, had juice only as she was driving us.

But she didn't stop the teasing. A guy at the bar who had spoken to her when she ordered the food and drinks kept looking over. Jess told me he had asked her if we were a couple as he thought I was pretty. When I looked up at him, he raised a glass and smiled. Jess of course teased me, saying she'd wait here if I wanted to take him out to the carpark; it's dark out there now. She flirted with him over the next hour and even chatted with him when she went to the bar for another double for me, and he paid for them. Coming back to me and putting the glasses down, she leans over, kissing me on the lips, saying,

"He's rather nice, smells lovely, and has quite a nice cock, not long but thick, yes, very nice."

"What! How the hell would you know, Jess?"

"I felt it through his trousers, Petrina dear. It was obviously hard and so I had a feel, which made it even harder."

"Bloody hell, Jess, sometimes you can be such a..."

"A what love? You trying to tell me that your wife is a horny slut, that it, you think I'm a slut?"

"Yes, Jess, sometimes you can be quite the little slut, and feeling a man's dick standing at a public bar is one."

"But only for you, my dear. I bet you're fucking hard right now, or have you cum yet?"

"Yes and no. Yes, I'm hard. We should go home, and I'll prove it. I need to fuck you, Jess. I want you bending over the bed so I can fuck your bum. Can we go?"

"Drink your drink slowly, wait here till half past and come out to the car. Then we'll go home, okay? I'm just going to say cheerio and thanks for the drink to Duncan, okay? I won't be long, I promise."

It's just gone a quarter past, and like a fool, I waited. Time went so slowly, twenty-five past and couldn't wait any longer so I headed back to the car, expecting to see her waiting for me but no sign of her. I spot her three cars over in a van with the back door open. Jess and Duncan are standing making out. Jess has her blouse unbuttoned completely and he bends his head nuzzling her boobs, which are both out of the bra cups.

He is now talking to her, and she shakes her head, looking my way as if telling him I was waiting for her. I couldn't quite make out what her hands were doing but the movement suggested Jess was tossing him off. More words were spoken and then his hands left her boobs, putting them on both her shoulders. Jess knelt, and although she was in deep shadow, I could see the back of her head moving back and forth. She's giving him a blowjob. He seems to be leaning back on the top step of the van and soon I saw him grab her hair with both hands and hold her still as he pushed his cock into her throat. Seconds later his legs gave out and he sat down in the back.

Jess quickly came back to our car, unlocking it as she did. We both got on either side, and she put the keys in to start before she released the handbrake. Jess kissed me, giving me a taste of his cum that was still in her mouth. She sort her top then Flicked the headlights on, she drove to the exit, paused again to put a hand to my cheek to turn Petrina towards her, kissed me properly, and fed me more cum before setting off again.

Jess said, "I'm sorry that happened like that. I only wanted to tease you by you finding us making out, but then when he got to my nipples I started to lose it, but when he fingered my clit and told me to get in the back so we could fuck o boy, then I saw you and wanted to take you home to bed. I knew I had to get rid of him quickly, but he wasn't going to cum with me just tossing him, so I had to blow him. Sorry, love."

"Why are you sorry, Jess? Sorry, you're such a slut? Sorry, he had no comfy bed in the van to fuck you in?
Why sorry, Jess?"

"I'm sorry that it's your first outing as Petrina and you did so well today. You've been so brave for me and I've loved being with Petrina this afternoon. I was enjoying teasing you, but as usual, I get so turned on by being naughty, so naughty for you, darling. I got so horny that I had to have some release, some small sexual adventure, and sucked a stranger's thick cock in a dark carpark. By the way, did you see how I managed to deepthroat him without chugging? Half his cum went straight down my throat and I was only able to save that bit I gave you. Sorry! I'm also sorry we can't stop somewhere here, strip naked and have you fuck my bum here and now, 'cause I need sexing real bad!"

At home, Jess went straight to the fridge for the open box of white and also two glasses, which of course I didn't need, seeing how I was pissed anyhow. She took my hand, sort of pulling me upstairs into the bedroom. I saw myself in the mirror and was surprised to see not me but a damn attractive woman admiring herself. Jess sat on the loo peeing and said, "Yes, you're fucking sexy. Now get ready. Shit, I'm horny. I need you and George fucking... No, fuck it. You and Mr. Brown, boy o boy, I feel so horny."

She's up, kicking off her panties as both of us undo our blouses. Hers is off first followed by her bra. It's easy for Jess but I'm not used to long nails and little fiddly buttons, but I did it then undid the hook at the side of the skirt so it dropped to the floor. Sitting on the loo with my knickers just above my knees looking at the leafy pattern, 50% dark blue fine net, the rest thicker vine leaves. I'm lost in my drunken little world when I hear Jess moan, muttering something I didn't hear except 'Yes, big boy'. Rinsing my hands I glance towards the sounds she's making, Jess is lying across the bed fucking George, now I notice the buzz of it at I guess speed three of five, but over that, I can hear moaning about it saying, "Good boy, fucking me so good. Yes, as deep as you can, gonna make me cum so good."

I've gotten so hard just listening. I take the blouse off altogether and pick up the skirt and suddenly Jess is moaning, calling for Petrina to come and make love, saying, "Petrina, please, hurry. I want your pussy. I want to cum. Please make me cum."

Leaving the bathroom light on and turning the bedroom light off I lay beside Jess, who then turned towards me to kiss my cheek, then my lips, my chest above the bra, my belly, and finally as my legs parted, she kissed front centre. Pulling the French knicker leg aside she runs her tongue over my testicle tucked up inside of me and down the crease between my empty ball sac and my leg, almost like she'd lick a pussy. Only for like three or four licks then she places Mr. Brown's balls there, pulling that leg to trap it. Then light kisses to my mound, belly, chest below my bra, above, then my throat and lips again, says "I love you so." She pushed herself up to straddle my hips, her one hand moved to hold Mr. Brown against her crotch, rubbing herself on that hard cock.

I look down to see her pale hand flat again, this hard, almost chocolate-coloured cock. There must be 3" above the hand, a couple of inches below, and that was before she lifted, pushing the tip towards her very wet labia lips. The 3" disappeared easily. She lifts a little, sinks, moves her hand, and tells me "Grip him, I'm going to fuck you till you cum, then you get my ass till you fill me, then I'm fucking your ass too!" Then it's Jess saying, "I'm fucking going to cum; I'm cumming! Fuck me. Fuck harder! I'm cummmmmmming."

Her mound is hard against mine, meaning she must have over 8" of solid hard cock inside her and she has squirted again. My pants belly and down between my legs are soaked. Soon Jess is laying flat on top of me and the cock is still lodged in her. As she is kissing me, saying I love you and thank you, she is very slowly riding me, pushing down an inch, lifting a couple, then sinking, asking me to grip him tight. She continued to kiss my tongue around my gums, twirling around my tongue, still riding me and Mr. Brown's 10" monster. Her ride became slightly more frantic and she began to murmur about harder, then riding so much harder, quicker, then muttering.

"Love you, oh my darling, yes, I'm cumming, Pete, Petrina, I'm cumming, love you fucking me, Oh my god, again." I feel the flush to her neck as she gasps, breathing harder, then just as suddenly stops moving. Her head sinks tightly against my neck, then she lifts off Mr. Brown and we both roll to one side. Mr. Brown is still in position but not inside, and her hand went down between us and took hold, shook it to make me release him from between my legs as well, and moved it away behind her. I heard it thump on the floor. Jess cuddled up close, her one leg coming up over my hip. She kissed my cheek and said, "Fuck Petrina, that was out of this world, thank you. I can't wait to do it again tomorrow if you're still here after school, and Pete, if you're with me, I want you to fuck me too but I'm too tired and hoped to make you cum in me."

"Shsss, don't worry, my angel; I've already come; I came when you did all over me, so don't fret."

"Oh, good boy, we should go and shower, but too tired. In the morning, yeah?"

The next thing I remember is Jess getting back into bed having been to pee. She'd turned the light off and turned away from me pulling my arm around her. Sometime later her first alarm went off, which she quickly silenced. She was humping back. I woke to realize that I was hard on her bum and she was humping me. Then I notice she's masturbating, jilling her pussy while fucking herself on my dick. All this ran through my mind in seconds and I just shot off, cumming in her ass--Jess pushes back as I did so. She came then too and quite a few seconds later rolled off the bed onto her knees. Leaning on the bed she kissed me and said, "Morning, my love! That was nice but I gotta go shower and get ready. See if Petrina can be here when I'm home later Yeah, I love you, Pete, you know that?"

The shower is turned on, and Jess starts singing, but I don't know the tune. I just lay there thinking I've just spent the last 24 hours feminized by my wife. I'm wearing French knickers, hold-ups, and a breast-form-filled bra. She came, I think, four or five times on a 10" cock between my legs, even squirted over me, woke up fucking my dick with her arse while jilling off, and I'm loving it all.

I'm thinking what the hell, go with the flow, might as well. Better go start her breakfast.