There's curb side parking on the other side of our street, (during the day only, from October one 'till April thirtieth, for snow removal) so I didn't think anything of the car parked across from our driveway. But when I came in from the garage I heard a strange deep voice in the living room, and there was a full length black mink and a pink fur stroller jacket hanging from the hall tree. So I hang my three quarter length camel hair coat with the grey wolf collar in the closet and go to the living room.
"Ah, here's Barbara."
A handsome black man, wearing a light grey suit, pale pink shirt and dusty rose tie gets up from the couch where he and Gail were sitting.
A thin pale girl with long straight black hair is sitting on her honches with her hands clasped on her lap by the arch that separates the living room from the dining area.
"Akim, this is my wife, Barbara."
The stranger holds out his hand, palm down. Gail nods, and I kiss the back of his hand. Gail points to the girl, and I go join her.
"She seems acceptably trained." The man picks up some papers from the coffee table and folds them into his jacket's inner pocket. Then snaps his fingers. I follow the girl's lead and get to my feet.
"Come to the club at eight and I'll introduce you to the membership committee." We follow Gail and Akim to the front hall. He took the girl's pink fur from it's hanger and held it for her.
Getting a good look at her I realized she was a fair bit older, and shorter, than I thought.
At a nod from Gail, I held Akim's mink for him.
He and she shook hands. "I'll see you at eight."
As the door closed behind them, Gail put her hand on the small of my back and led me to our bedroom.
As I lifted the hem of my knee length blue print long sleeve dress and got to my knees, Gail took off her ankle length grey linen skirt. Her cock was hard and she wasn't wearing any panties.
I kissed her circumcised knob and swallowed. Her hand went to the back of my head.
'Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.'
She pushed me back. I knew what to do, and got to my hands and knees. Gail lifted the back of my dress and pulled my panties to my knees and fucked me doggy style. Her hands gripped my shoulders and she gave me a good hard fucking.
When she finished I stayed on my hands and knees until she had her skirt back on.
"Get changed, then start dinner."
"Yes Dear. Thank you Dear."
My girlfriend Julia and I sometimes went to gay bars. That's where I met Greg. When we told him we were not a couple, he asked me out.
On our second date he told me he was a cross dresser.
On our fourth date he arrived as Gail.
Soon we were living together, and in a year we married.
Now Gail's income from her patent royalties and consulting, and my income as a financial advisor is enough for Gail to stay home. Everyone just accepts us a married lesbian couple.
She'd laid out my pink frilly panties, white lace top stockings and open toe spike heel teal pumps. She'd chosen my teal stretchy, soft, body hugging mini dress. The shoulder-less style with the wide band that goes around my upper arms just below my shoulders.
After I'd finished in the kitchen, and the dishwasher was running, Gail told me to go fix my makeup.
"That red lipstick, and some blush, lots of eye shadow. I want you to look slutty for the club."
"Yes Dear." Club? What kind of club is this?
"Good girl."
Gail looked fabulous of course. Her nape of the neck grey hair style suits her. Her makeup is subtle. Her short sleeve collarless silver satin blouse has a square cut neckline that emphasized her big jiggly double 'D' implants. There's a wide white leather belt with a big gold buckle around her mid thigh length, dark grey pleated skirt. On her feet are her black suede spike heel ankle straps.
"You look beautiful Dear."
"Why, thank you Barb. You may wear your fur tonight."
"Thank you Dear."
Gail holds my collarless short sleeve yellow dyed fox fur jacket for me. The kind with the pelts sewn horizontally. Then pulls on her three quarter length golden fox fur.
We pull into a slightly worn older strip mall.
"I've something for you Barb." Gail reaches behind my seat and produces one of those recycled shopping bags. She pulls out something made of thick pink fur.
"Lift up your hair."
It's a wide collar. She secures it behind the back of my neck. It's stiff, and holds my neck straight and my head up. She clips a meter long pink leather leash to the big silver ring under my chin.
Soft light filters through the white sheers on the storefront windows. Even the glass door has sheers. In gold lettering on the door it says simply,
"COMFORT CLUB"
"Members Only"
Gail pushes the call button on the keypad.
"Welcome, come in." Akim opens the door and steps aside, ushering us in. Tonight he's wearing a light blue suit, white shirt and dark blue tie.
