Emily woke up at 2:48 am the day after her birthday. She looked over at her snoring husband and sighed. His overweight, hairy, smelly body sounded like a chainsaw. At first, Emily wanted to push him to get him to stop snoring but she knew the real reason she woke up. Emily was frustrated. The ten minutes of sex, including foreplay and his attempt at going down on her, had left her yearning. It had been years since she had come with him.
While Emily was now 38 she still felt young. Her body was naturally lean and leggy but Emily had worked out to keep it tight and firm. It must have been working, with her flowing brown hair and big eyes, she kept getting hit on by guys at the gym and even occasionally by women when Emily stopped by Rainbows, a local gay bar with her best male friend Renee.
She often fantasized about Renee. They had met at a book club she joined that got together on Sunday afternoons. Renee was the only man there and the five other women who attended shared her desire for Renee. Emily knew Renee liked her the best. They always grabbed a drink afterward and gossiped about the other women in the club. Renee confided in her things he never told others. One time he showed her his drag photos, and she was impressed. Based on the pictures Emily saw his lean body and naturally beautiful face made him close to passing for a woman.
She would touch herself imagining that one day he could tell her he was bisexual and that he wanted her. Emily imagined him being her submissive. He would let her put him in lipstick and lingerie, ordering him around and putting on a strap-on to peg him. Then she would order him to turn over and ride him as his hands went everywhere in her body.
As Emily lay there these thoughts gnawed at her and only made her wet. Her leopard print silk underwear was getting moist. For a few more minutes she tossed and turned.
Finally, Emily couldn't take it anymore. She had to go downstair for a drink. To keep her husband from waking up she slid out of bed and walked on her tiptoes. Gently Emily opened the door and then quickly went downstairs.
She saw the living room was dark and centered around the giant TV. Her eyes moved down past the big screen, and Emily jumped back in shock. It was Renee. He was lying there in a red silk nighty with black thigh-high stockings. His face was made up perfectly, with lipstick, foundation, and eyeliner. He looked like her perfectly little sissy. He motioned for her to come over.
"Hello, Mistress. I've been waiting for you," Renee said as he motioned for her with his finger. His long legs and tight body were enticing.
Emily quickly came over and knelt near him.
"Renee, what are you doing here?"
"Is it too late to give you your birthday present?" Renee asked as he handed her a white box with a red ribbon tied in a bow. "Don't you want it?"
"This is crazy. Am I dreaming?"
Renee moved towards her and with his right hand pushed the hair back behind her left ear. He whispered softly in her ear, "Does this feel like a dream?" Then he began to suck on her ear lobe before moving down to gently kiss her neck.
Emily closed her eyes, quivered, and clasped her red fingernails into his forearm.
"God no," she whispered.
Then Emily untied the bow and opened the box. It was a dildo and strap-on. The tag had a handwritten note on it that said, 'To the birthday girl, XOXO, Renee.'
Her eyes became big, and she turned to Renee. She kissed him. His lips were perfectly soft and within five seconds their mouths were open. Soon their tongues were sliding back and forth. Renee pulled back and used his tongue to lick her lower lip. Her toes curled in delight. Emily felt like she was sixteen in her first boyfriend's car.
"Does Mistress like?" he asked.
Emily smiled and nodded.
"How else may I serve you, Mistress?"
She stood up, took off her nightshirt, and leaned over. Her round, firm ass stuck out.
