The Secret Pt 17 May 8 2004

Please start with this series: Part 1. If you don't understand Part 1, some of this content may not make sense.

Some readers may ask how I can remember all these events. I was a lawyer in another life and learned to keep outstanding notes. When I became Andi, I kept a daily diary of what was happening in my life. Some of the dialogue may not be exact, but the gist of it is correct.

Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy is the deceased man. Andi is the teenager whose body Andy currently inhabits. In the story, I use the first person singular (I, me, my, mine) for Andy's thoughts and the third person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) for Andi's body. Eventually, I will refer to Andy's thoughts and Andi's body in the first person singular.

Although the subject is a fictitious story (or is it?), the facts stated in the text are based on science.

List of characters:

Andy: The man who died and took over Andi's body

Andi: Tina and Ned's daughter. A beautiful young lady whose mind is switched to Andy

Mary Sue: Andi's roommate

Bill: Mary Sue's new husband

Misty: Andi's lesbian lover

Mr. and Mrs. P, Misty's dad, and mom, and former clients of Andi

Louis: Misty's fiancé

Charles and Susan: Louis' parents

Misty and Louis had decided to have a wedding on May 8. She was going to graduate the next day. They had already bought airline tickets to Paris. She was going to live in Paris for the foreseeable future. She asked me to be her maid of honor. Misty, my second lover, asked me to be her maid of honor. She and Louis had become incredibly close. It was apparent they loved each other. As Misty discovered who she was, she realized she was bisexual, not a lesbian.

This brings me to a strange point. I was still sleeping in the same bed with Misty and Louis; I was still fucking them. Misty didn't seem to have a problem with this. I could only have sex with Louis in the afternoon or evening after he took Viagra. Misty had become so incredibly sexual; if they fucked in the morning, Misty wore Louis out, and the only thing left was a limp dick, which didn't help me a bit.

If Misty was horny, there was no telling what she was up for. One morning I woke up to Misty sucking on my clit. She was on her knees masturbating and yelled at Louis to stick something up her in a hurry. That was the first time I saw Louis fisting Misty. I don't know whether it was seeing Louis fisting Misty or the head job Misty was giving me, but I intensely came at the same time Misty did. Louis had a big cock, but his hands were enormous. Fisting, Misty was stretching her pussy to the max. Misty enjoyed the stretching.

Whenever I persuaded Louis to take Viagra, Misty was always the first to experience sexual pleasure. She was still doing her version of "around the world," a term we used for her unique routine. After she reached her usual number of climaxes, I followed up with my turn. We were all sloppy. I would mount Louis and ride him for several orgasms. If I were lucky, he would cum inside me. Louis had an incredible volume of cum, so the force of his cumming enhanced my orgasm. When he came, I knew that was my signal to start pumping on his giant dick for one more orgasm.

I was sorrowful when I thought about my fuck buddies moving to Paris. At one point, Misty suggested I move with them to Paris, and we could live as a couple plus one. I realize what a terrible idea this was. I did promise to visit them in Paris, but I wasn't moving there. But more about that later.

The arrangement with Misty and Louis meant I didn't need to find a fuck buddy until I moved to Bloomington. I had visited Bloomington several times, talked to my advisor, and signed a lease for a furnished apartment near campus. I had earned significant money from my business and some investments. I could easily afford full tuition, a single apartment, and all my expenses. I decided to get involved as a Graduate Research Assistant (GRA). As a GRA, I would help researchers collect, analyze, and interpret data. I would also get to know staff researchers and other GRAs. The most exciting part is that I would be involved in actual sex research. The bonus was a reduction in my tuition and fees.

On my second visit with my advisor, I asked about becoming a GRA. She had me talk to two researchers at the institute. I felt comfortable with both, but one was doing intriguing research on age and sex. The researcher asked me if I would feel comfortable speaking with people about their sexual lives. I probably said too much when I told him there was perhaps not much somebody could tell me that would bother me, and in most cases, I had probably done it. He just looked at me.

We all were living in Mary Sue and Bill's condo. I think they appreciated having us around, and occasionally, I would entertain them by wearing an eye-catching outfit in the living room. I knew that Bill had enjoyed fucking me, and I was sure he was going to get Mary Sue to agree to a three-way like we used to have. Mary Sue turned to me by the start of November and said, "You win."

"A fantastic fucking by Bill with me helping."

"When do you propose this will happen?"

"Right now. I got Bill to take some Viagra, so we both can enjoy his dick."

After that, she took hold of my hand and guided me to their bedroom, where Bill was naked on the bed, stroking his hard-on. Mary Sue grabbed my boobs from behind and started to roll my nipples through my sheer top. She then slipped my panties off and started to jack off my erect clit. "Slow down, Mary Sue, or I'll cum before I ever get Bill up me. How are you going to help while Bill fucks me?"

With that, Mary Sue lay on her back and had me straddle her face. Bill began entering me from behind while Mary Sue sucked on my clit with such force that I wasn't sure if she was trying to pleasure or hurt me. Bill was fucking me as hard and deep as he could. He was banging my cervix. I climaxed almost instantly. After two or three orgasms, Mary Sue took a break, sucking my clit to say, "Bill, don't stop until you can't fuck anymore." Mary Sue had decided that Bill was going to fuck me as long as he could. I don't remember how often I came, but it had to be a personal record. It all seemed like a dream.

When Bill finally stopped fucking me, it was a relief. As I rolled off Mary Sue's face, she immediately went to the bathroom to clean up her face. I don't know if it was my juices, Bill's cum, or both.

As I looked over at Bill, I realized he was starting to get another erection. Mary Sue came back, seeing Bill's hard dick, and told him to lie on his back. She mounted him reverse cowgirl with her legs out and her arms back. This exposed her pussy to me. She looked at me and said, "See if you can make me cum like I made you cum." Once we synced our movements, I was able to move with Mary Sue's hips while sucking on her clit. I had never attempted to bring someone off orally while they were being fucked. Mary Sue exploded, having several very intense orgasms. Sadly, I knew that was the last time I ever would get to fuck Bill or Mary Sue. I started to tone down my outfits around them.

Misty and her mother thoroughly enjoyed the wedding plans. Misty wanted a small wedding, but this was impossible when all four parents were known celebrities. Mrs. P did agree to allow Misty to have a small wedding party. I was the maid of honor, Mary Sue was the bridesmaid, Bill was going to be the groomsman, and Louis's friend from France was the best man. Mrs. P made most of the wedding decisions. Our dresses were very stylish but somewhat modest. When we were being fitted, I ensured I wore a traditional bra and nipple covers. My puffy areolas started to go away as I grew older, precisely as a doctor had predicted. The only issue was that my nipples became longer as I aged. When they got erect (which happened frequently), I could cut glass with them.

I didn't discover that Louis' father had created a unique wedding dress for Misty until we arrived at this exclusive shop. The dress was truly breathtaking. The dress was strapless, with a corseted sweetheart neckline bodice adorned with sequin embroidery lace. The bodice's cups perfectly encased her breasts, revealing so much of them that it was impossible not to glance to see if her areoles were exposed. They weren't. I was pretty sure Misty must have sent her bra size to Louis' father.

When Misty's mother saw her for the first time, she said, "You should be on the cover of a bride's magazine." I can't imagine there ever was a prettier bride. It made me sad to know I had lost the love of my life to a man.

Misty was accepted to Indiana University Maurer School of Law by now based on her LSAT scores. Even after receiving her acceptance, Misty planned to begin a new life in France with Louis.

Louis' parents had flown in from Paris for the wedding. I did recognize the mother as the former beauty queen. She and Misty's mother knew each other and got along well. The father was a rather distinguished-looking man. I noticed something unusual about his attire. He seemed to be well-endowed. He might be as large as Louis. But more about that later.

Louis' mom insisted on visiting our condo. With the father in tow, they made a brief stop. She made her way with her husband to our bedroom. Misty, Louis and I just stood there and were at attention. She turned to Louis and said, "Is this where you told me about all the great sex you have?" Misty and I looked at each other, stunned.

"Come on, girls, you must have realized Louis tells me everything." I could tell my face was turning an intense shade of red. Misty was blushing more than I. Louis finally broke the silence with her alabaster skin, "My parents are fine with our arrangement." I looked over to Louis' parents, who nodded in agreement.

After Louis' parents left, Misty and I simultaneously said, "What the hell did you tell her?"

"Like Mother said, everything."

Misty angrily said, "What we do in the bedroom is none of your mother's business." I thought the best thing for me to do was to get out of the bedroom and let them figure it out. I did feel betrayed by Louis and a little embarrassed. Misty and Louis came to an agreement. I just knew I wasn't going to fuck anybody in front of Louis again, including Louis. That night, while I was trying to sleep on the living room couch, Mary Sue came out of her bedroom and told me I could join her and Bill as long as there was no sex. I was glad to join them. I enjoy body contact when sleeping. That night, we made a Bill sandwich. Bill spooned Mary Sue, and I spooned Bill. I hoped to maintain this arrangement until my scheduled move to Bloomington at the beginning of June.

The night before the wedding, Louis' parents took the wedding party to one of the best-known restaurants in Cincinnati, The Maisonette. I had been there before and knew the bill would be high. The wedding party included two former national beauty queens, a well-known local TV personality, and the head of the most famous fashion house in the world. I couldn't believe I was surrounded by such wealthy, powerful, and socially prominent individuals. Little did I know this was going to happen over and over again.

They escorted us into a private room and seated us. Charles, Louis' dad, ordered everything for us, including appetizers, various main courses, dessert, and several wines. It was a spectacular dinner. If you didn't want what was in front of you, there was something on the table that you would like. Early in the dinner, the press showed up to take some pictures. I suspect that it was Misty's father who tipped off the press. He was a real publicity hound.

May 8, 2004

Misty and Louis' wedding was at 1 PM. Misty's mom decided to make the occasion the social event of the year in Cincinnati. The wedding took place in the Catholic Cathedral in Cincinnati. There had to be at least 500 people at the wedding. Having such a small wedding party with such a large crowd looked odd. As it turned out, it was the society event of the year. Anywhere.

Misty's parents flew in the Cardinal of New York to preside over the wedding. The singer for the mass was a lead soprano at the Met. There were two readers for the mass. Both were well-known actors. The wedding seemed like a Hollywood production. There was no receiving line, and three photographers sped up the wedding pictures.

The reception was at Misty's parents' house. They had three of the most enormous party tents in the backyard. They easily accommodated all the guests with room to spare. They instructed me to socialize until it was time to sit at the head table. I saw Tina and Ned and got to talk to them. They were star-struck by all the well-known people there. I also recognized some famous people. Four local TV stations showed up to report on the event.

The caterer ushered people to their seats and then ushered them through buffet-style serving. But of course, this was no ordinary buffet. There was a giant raw bar with mounds of oysters, mussels, shrimp, and lobster tails cut in half. There were two giant pieces of beef sliced for you. The servings were generous and continuous. There was a wide variety of dishes available to choose from. There was an open bar with several bartenders willing to mix up anything you wanted. When I returned to the head table, there was a glass of champagne and red wine. Naturally, they were both French. We didn't start eating at our table until everyone had taken seats.

I made one of the toasts. I was honest, but not too honest. I said I would miss Misty because we had become so close. I was standing when I made the toast. When I finished the toast, Misty jumped up and kissed me passionately.

When the dinner was over, everybody mingled. Talking to some of the better-known people at the wedding was fun. At the time, I found Louis' mother's behavior peculiar. She sought me out to talk. She told me that Louis had found me unique because of how lovely I was and some of my unique body features. I was a little uncomfortable talking to her. She asked me to relax. She even asked if there was some time she and Chuck (she called her husband Charles, Chuck) could meet. The only thing I could say was, "We'll see." I couldn't see this happening. I figured it was the wine talking.

Around midnight, we all cheered Misty and Louis goodbye, and they left in a limo to God knows where. I drove home alone and could finally sleep in my bed now that they had vacated it. Misty was to graduate the next day. Both sets of parents, Mary Sue, Bill, and I, were at the graduation. Misty was also there but was last in line because she was late.

The next day, there was a ring at the doorbell. I quickly threw on a robe and found a well-dressed man with a package for me. As I took the package back to my bedroom, my phone rang. It was Susan, Louis' mother.

"Have you opened up the package I sent?"

"I just got it, and how did you get it?"

"I asked the delivery man to call me when he gave you the package. Open it up and see if you like it."

It was a sheer black lace bodysuit. Charles' fashion house designed it, so it wasn't just any bodysuit. "Wow, that's something. I don't think I can accept it."

"That would greatly disappoint Chuck. He picked it out for you, modified it for you, and had it flown in from Paris. Put it on and see if it fits."

It fits perfectly. It made my boobs look great and showed off my flat stomach, but I really can't accept it." The bra cups fit perfectly, showcasing my huge erect clit. The cups even fit my long nipples. My breasts spilled over the top without showing my areolas.

"Yes, you can. Come to our hotel room. Wear it under a coat, and we can all enjoy ourselves together.

"How did you know my size?"

"We have been in the fashion business for over 30 years. Chuck can look at a woman and know her size."

"When did he decide this?"

"The second he laid eyes on you." That took me by surprise. They had been planning this since they met me. They were staying in the penthouse of the best hotel in Cincinnati.

We had decided on 2 PM. I had decided to be a little late. Make them wonder if I was going to come. I had taken the bodysuit off, dressed in a robe, and eaten breakfast as I thought about this meeting. I wondered if Susan was going to participate. Is she going to mind me fucking her husband? I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. I slowly showered and thought about various scenarios. As I slipped on the bodysuit and a pair of spiked heels, I realized I hadn't been fucked for a couple of weeks, and I was as horny as I had ever been.

On the drive down, I wanted to play with my huge erect clit, but I was afraid I might wreck my car. I made my way up to the penthouse 15 minutes late. When I knocked on the door, Susan answered it so quickly she must have been standing on the other side. The timing was good. Make them wait for it. Susan was wearing a see-through gown. I could see the size and shape of her breasts. She was very well-built and appeared quite attractive for her age. She also shaved her pubic area, which is usually a positive sign. I had noticed clean-shaven women often felt more comfortable and confident during intimate moments.

As I walked in, Susan asked if she could take my coat. "I'm not taking the coat off until Charles is here." I fell to my knees, quickly pulled her gown down, grabbed her large breasts, and began sucking her nipples. I noticed how small my hands looked on her breasts. As I fondled her, it was apparent they were real. As I licked her nipples, Susan hardly reacted. I learned later that her breasts, areolas, and nipples were very sensitive; I just had to use the technique she liked.

She yelled, "Chuck, get your ass out here." As Charles came into the room, I stood up. He was wearing a silk robe. It was almost comical because he couldn't hide his immense uncut erection.

I looked Charles up and down and said, "Like father, like son."

With that, he took off his robe and revealed a cock so big it almost scared me. I did a little pirouette as I took off my coat.

Susan gazed directly at my clitoral region through the bodysuit and stated, "Louis had mentioned that it was big, but not this big."

"Does that bother you?"

"Both Chuck and I have seen many naked women, but that's the biggest one I have ever seen. And your nipples are also spectacular. Unsnap the crotch and pull the top of your bodysuit down."

"Before I do anything, what exactly are we doing here?

Susan looked over at Charles and finally said, "Charles' cock is so big, and I'm a one-and-done woman. I orgasm quickly, and Chuck keeps pumping and pumping. Louis said, "You can continue; in fact, you enjoyed the delay in his orgasm."

"I'm sure I can keep up with Charles. But what about you, Susan?"

"I'll just watch."

"If I'm going to fuck Charles, you're going to have to let me pleasure you. My bet is I can get you off more than once."

"That would be a first.

"Do you have any lube? I'm not sticking that monster up me, even if I'm wet from excitement."

Charles finally spoke, "Lie down on the bed." I didn't want to fuck Charles on my back. I needed to maintain control over the situation. As it turns out, he didn't want to fuck me right away. He and Susan knelt on each side of me, taking turns sucking and licking my clit. Charles moved from my clit to my erect nipples. He was exceedingly gentle; he would engulf my entire nipple in his mouth, licking the length and flicking it with his tongue. I realized this might be the technique that Susan liked. It only took me a matter of a minute or so to orgasm.

Looking at the two of them, I realized they would try anything. "Susan, lie on your back and spread your knees." Before I positioned my face on her pussy, I turned to Charles and said, "Slowly, just the head in at first and then gently pump me as you put it up farther." I stuck my ass up in the air as high as I comfortably could.