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.
"Will you eat Mistress's ass?"
"With pleasure."
Renee got on his knees and his hands scaled up her legs. He kissed and licked her right thigh. He pushed the panties inward as he nibbled her right cheek. Then he grabbed her panties in his mouth and began to pull down. He quickly had them down her legs and after Emily lifted her feet, they were off. He tossed them aside and spread her cheeks.
Renee began to kiss, nibble, and lick Emily's inner cheeks. He enjoyed every second of it. Each movement made her sigh or grip in delight. When he licked the rim of her ass her mouth almost hit the floor and she dug her nails into his shoulder.
Then he moved down and worked the underside of her pussy. Renee moved his lips and tongue between her pussy and ass. She enjoyed it more and more. She almost had trouble standing. Finally, she lowered herself to the floor. Emily pulled away.
"Does Mistress want more?"
She motioned for him to come over. As Renee did, Emily leaped to him and kissed him so passionately that her tongue went right down his throat. He gripped her in his arms and began to massage the small of her back with his right hand.
She pushed back.
"Now, my little sissy Renee, turn over," Emily said as her eyes became wide and she smiled.
Renee lay face down and spread his legs. He knew what was coming and he had already started to get hard. Emily put her hands on his thighs and smiled. They were sculpted and firm. She could tell he worked out. He was older than her husband, but he kept his body fit. Then she lifted his nighty and saw his ass. It was everything she had fantasized about. It was tight and firm, just like a little dinner roll. Emily instantly bit his left cheek.
"Oh!! Mistress!!" Renee moaned.
