What She Heard Him Say

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This is Part 8 of a story of a wife who thought she was happy and a husband who thought he wasn't. A husband who learned that what he said to his wife may not be the same as she heard. Hopefully, it may help some husbands to appreciate what they have and some wives to be better women. I sincerely appreciate your comments and emails so please continue to provide feedback. If you have not read the previous parts of Bailey's transition, it would provide a much better understanding of how she has gotten to where she is now and how the situation develops now that she's home.

If you recall from the end of Part 7, after getting home from Ft Lauderdale and unloading the car, I went out on the patio to have a drink of bourbon. After finishing the bourbon and having been introduced to Irish whiskey by Sean, I decided I was in the mood for some good Irish whiskey, which we didn't have in the house. I went into the house and found Wes watching TV and said, "I am going to the beverage shop. Do you want to come along?"

He said, "No, I will stay here and finish this movie. Are you going to put something on before you leave?"

I replied, "I suppose I should put a little on since I will have to get out of the car."

I went up to the bedroom and put on one of Wes's old baseball shirts. The buttons at the neck were open so there was cleavage showing and probably breasts if I leaned down and someone was looking at the right angle. The front and back tails covered me but only barely when I was standing up. The sides went up to just below my waist. I am sure that someone looking at me would think that I had to have something on underneath.

When I walked down the stairs, Wes looked at me and said, "Are you wearing shorts with that?"

I said, "Of course not, "and pulled it up to show him. I asked, "Are you sure you aren't coming?"

He told me no and turned back to the TV. I said, "OK, your choice. While I am gone, will you order pizza?"

I drive a BMW 430i with the sports package, so when I got in the driver's seat and put the seatbelt on, the shirt rode up and exposed my pussy. As I drove and my legs spread working the gas and brake pedals, the shirt started to bunch at the seatbelt so I pulled it up above the seatbelt to be more comfortable which left me exposed from the waist down. I was getting even more aroused and realized I had better figure out something to put on the seat so the leather wouldn't get stained from my arousal. I was enjoying this and knew this exposure would not be my last adventure.

I had to stop at several intersections but the road was only two lanes so there was no one next to me to see my exposure. The first opportunity came when I parked the car and started to get out. The sport seats in the BMW are not conducive to a modest exit without great effort. As I was getting out with one foot on the ground and the other inside the door jam, I remembered I needed my purse on the passenger seat so reached back to get it. As I reached, the shirt pulled up even more. I turned around to get out of the car and saw that a car had backed in two spots over from me. I noticed Doug, one of our neighbors, looking at me as he opened his door. I truly had mixed emotions at this point. I was excited and aroused that he saw me like this in public but apprehensive what his wife Margaret would say if/when she heard about it. I was sure that Doug would tell Wes, but that didn't particularly bother me.

Doug walked over as I finished getting out of the car and said, "Great seeing you, Bailey. Wes said you were out of town, when did you get back?"

I said, "This afternoon. We didn't have any Irish whiskey at home so I thought I would stop over and get some."

Doug said, "I am getting scotch. Since they are in the same isle, do you want to share a shopping cart?"

I said, "Sure" and we walked in together and started shopping.

Doug and Margaret live two houses on the other side of Heather. We had met socially but I had never had a conversation with Doug without Wes or Margaret included. He seemed like a really nice guy and didn't say anything about my exposure. He was behind me when I bent over to get a box of Jameson 18. Bottle of Connemara, and a bottle of Black Bush. I am certain he got another closer look at my pussy each time I bent over because I felt the shirt ride up. We both continued to shop as if nothing happened, which I liked and was a bigger turn on.

After checking out, we went to my car first and he put my box of bottles in my trunk so I didn't get a chance to bend over again. I got in the car the same way I got out and before I put my left foot in the car, I said, "Thanks for the help. Tell Margaret I said hello."

As he was bending over to put his box in the trunk, he looked and said, "I will and it was really great seeing you!"

Since he was looking between my legs, I had no doubt what he meant. I closed the door and headed home. I realized I had my first solo exposure at home and that someone I knew saw me. It is difficult to explain how arousing and exhilarating it was for Doug to have seen me exposed in public.

After Parking the car in the garage, I got out and went around to the trunk to get the box of Irish whiskey. Since our laundry room is off the hallway coming from the garage into the house, I took the baseball shirt off and put it in the laundry basket. Nude, I walked through the house to the computer room where we have our bar. Wes was in the kitchen as I walked by and he asked where my clothes were. I told him in the laundry.

As I was putting the bottles in the bar, I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly opened the Jameson 18 and poured a double for me and an Old Grand Dad bourbon for Wes. When I heard the door open, I walked into the hallway leading to the front door. As I set his drink on the side table in the hall, I said, "Oh sorry, I thought I heard the doorbell but wasn't sure." At that, both Wes and the young man delivering the pizza looked at me. I continued saying, "Wes here is your drink. I will be on the patio so could you bring the pizza out there?" Walking away, I relished the thought of being seen naked by another stranger today, especially in my own house.

Wes brought the pizza out and sat at the table. "You know he saw you with no clothes on. Did you have to do that?"

I said, "No Wes. I did not have to do that. I didn't expose myself because someone wanted me to. I let him see all of me because that is what I wanted to do and I enjoyed it."

Wes said, "What if he tells someone or spreads it around the pizzeria? What if he shows up her again and I am not here?"

I said, "I suspect that he will keep it to himself so that if there is another delivery here, he won't have competition to make the delivery. If he does tell people, they will probably not believe him. If he shows up and you are not here, I guess it might be his lucky day. Regardless, I am not worrying about it."

I said, "I need another drink. While I am gone, why don't you take off your clothes and enjoy the freedom?"

I got us another drink and when I came back out, I was not surprised to see Wes was not undressed. As we ate the pizza and Wes told me that he had gotten a job and was starting as a merchandiser at one of the home improvement stores nearby. He explained that his hours were from 6:30 AM to 3:30 PM Sunday through Thursday.

I told him that his getting a regular full-time job made me very happy but as I enjoyed the whiskey, my mind was also wandering to another balcony where I ate pizza nude in public with friends.

Wes interrupted my reverie saying, "But you can't be naked all the time. What if the neighbors see you or there is a delivery? What if I want to bring friends over?"

I went over to Wes and sat straddling his legs facing him. I took his hands and put one over each of my breasts and said, "Wes, this is my house and I will dress or not dress anyway I want. There are probably going to be a lot of people who see me like this. How many husbands in the neighborhood do you think would complain about their wives being nude and available all the time? Ask Doug, Rayland, or Bill (all neighbors) what they would think."

I reached down to see if he was hard and discovered he was extremely hard. Holding his cock, I said, "If you are honest with yourself, either your little head, which I am holding or your big head or both want other men to see me and probably more or you would not have wanted me to be with other men."

I leaned in and kissed him. I took my hands from his and started to unbutton his shirt. As I kissed my way from his lips to his neck, I lifted and slide the arms of the chair so that it reclined. I continued to kiss my way down his chest and stomach. The soft mound of his stomach and love handles were not nearly as arousing as Sean's body. Having said that, I continued down and unbuckled his trousers. I opened them enough so I could take out his cock and began to lightly lick the full length of the bottom of his cock making him even more rigid.

I took him all the way into my mouth and then withdrew until I was at the ridge of his cock head. I did this several times and then took his right hand and wrapped it around his cock. He naturally started to stroke himself, while I got up and took off his trousers and underwear. Now that his was exposed I took his hand away and started to suck his cock into my mouth. I lifted my head so that my lips were sliding up the length of his cock. When he was moaning and lifting his hips, I lifted my head and his cock slid out of my mouth and I started to lightly slide my forefinger and thumb along the top and bottom of his cock. With my other hand I lightly rubbed the head off his cock. As he humped my hand, I told him to stop moving or I would take my hand away. He immediately went still. We continued like this for a few minutes and I told him without moving his hips to thrust his cock up and make it harder. He again immediately complied. I then told him to relax and I stopped touching his cock.

I said, "Wes, do you like me sucking your cock and doing what I am doing? Does it feel good?"

He said, "Yes but you have never been this way before!"

I took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it with one hand and rub his pee hole with the other. His easy compliance with my instructions opened up an entirely new line of thought for me. I began to wonder if his desire to have me submit to his fantasies was a projection of his need to be told what to do.

I said, "Wes, look at me."

He looked up but was watching my hands. I said, "Wes, look me in the eyes!"

When he was looking into my eyes, I started to take my hands away and he again asked me not to stop and was almost begging me to start again. I took him in my hands again and said, "I am glad you like this because I enjoy it too but I don't like getting pubic hair in my mouth. So, if you want me to do this again and more often, would you do something for me?"

Wes said, "Yes, please don't stop. I'll do what you want."

I said, "Do you promise to let me trim your pubic hair so I am not getting it in my mouth as I suck your cock?"

Wes said, "I promise, please take me in your mouth again."

I said, "Wes, I am going to hold you to that promise and it won't end well if you try to wiggle out of it."

I took him back in my mouth. I didn't want him to cum yet so I stood up and straddled the chair so my pussy was over his cock. I took him in my hand and rubbed the head of his cock along the length of my pussy.

I said, "Don't move. I am going to make love to you so you know what it feels like."

I put him in me and sat all the way down on him. I ground my pussy against him and rotated my hips. He began to try to thrust in me. I stopped and raised up so he was no longer in me. I said, "Wes, I told you not to move! Stay still or I am getting up."

Wes said," I won't move, please don't stop."

I continued to slide up and down his length. After a few strokes, I rose up and stopped with about two inches in me. I contracted my vagina muscle and slowly rotated my pelvis so I was servicing just the most sensitive part of his cock. I looked at him and could see that he had lost all control and he was mine. I slid back down so he was all the way in me. I clamped down on his cock with my vagina muscles and reached behind me to gently knead Wes's testicles. I started to clamp and unclamp my pussy around his cock. He started to breath heavily and tried to push into me.

I slid up so he was completely out of me. I said, "Stop moving and stay still or I am getting up and don't cum yet."

He stopped moving and I slide his cock in me again. I laid down on top of Wes and started to slide up and down his body as so his cock was sliding in and out of me. I reached in between us and started to tap his balls with my hand. He started to moan and said he was ready. I slid up so his cock slid out of me. I put a nipple in his mouth and he started to suck it. As he did, I pulled his face into my chest and, so he wouldn't touch his cock, said, "Wes, hold me."

I put my other nipple is his mouth and then started to slide up his face so he was kissing my stomach. I slowly continued to slide up so he was kissing closer to my pubic mound. Although he had previously said that real men don't eat pussy, I thought he was far enough gone, that I might be able to get him to lick my pussy. As aroused as I had been all day and having had sex with Sean, I thought I might be too gamey and stopped so I didn't push it too far.

I got up and straddled him again and put him in me. As before, I laid forward and slid up and down his body and cock, gripping him with my vagina muscles. After only a few strokes, I felt him thrust and start shooting his semen into me. I said, "Do you feel completely relaxed and satisfied?"

Wes said, "Yes, completely and somehow what you did and how you did it makes me feel closer to you and that I need you even more."

I said, "That is the difference between making love and fucking. We have always fucked and never made love, leaving us both unsatisfied. I never knew it until this trip and I believe your asking me to screw other men was a symptom that your needs were not satisfied. I know what I need so all we have to do now is figure out your issues. You need to also learn to take me to the mental, physical, and emotional states that you are in now. Let's shower."

In the bathroom, Wes usually showered first and he started the shower first tonight. After a minute, I opened the shower door and got in with him. He looked at me and told me that if I wanted to get in first, he would have waited. I told him I wanted to shower with him and for us to wash each other. I took the soap, stepped behind him and started to wash his back. I washed my way down to his waist and then moved to his feet. I washed up to his groin and started to wash between his legs. Wes stepped away and told me he would get that part."

I told him, "No, I want to wash every part of you. Relax, enjoy, and learn because I expect you to do the same to me."

I soaped his scrotum and then washed him thoroughly. I took his testicles and washed them. I had not realized how hairy he was in this region. I could feel him tense up and when I ran my hand from his testicles across his anus and up the crack to the small of his back, he started to pull away. I stepped in front of him and started the process again on his neck and worked my way down his body. When I reached his groin, I took his shaft in my right hand and cupped his balls in the other. I stoked and massaged and felt him firm up but not really get hard. It appeared that I was being way too intimate with him for his comfort zone. As much as I should not have, I couldn't help but compare and contrast him to Sean. One was slim, hard-bodied, sexual, self-assured. The other was not.

I turned my back to him and said, "My turn, can you start with my hair please?"

He washed my hair and most of my body but I inferred from how mechanical the process was that he was meeting the requirement rather than giving either of us much pleasure. As I was rinsing the soap off, he quickly got out of the shower and started drying. By the time I was dry, he was in the bedroom putting on pajamas and about to get into bed.

After drying my hair and brushing my teeth, I turned off the lights and went to get into bed. I saw that Wes was either asleep or pretending to be so I laid on my back and though about how Wes would react to the new me and what I was going to do. As for the first question, after how he reacted and his compliance, I was confident that he would accept but not necessarily be happy about the new me. More intriguing was that, more than ever, I was beginning to believe that I could get Wes's little head to control his big head and make him more open and receptive to new ideas. A plan started to form to test that idea tomorrow when I would see if he would comply with his earlier promise to trim his pubic hair. I noticed that I was massaging a nipple and lightly running a finger up and down my pussy. That naturally started me thinking about the last 10 days and my finger focused on my clit until I had a gentle, mildly intense but satisfying orgasm.

Thursday

When I woke up, the room was bright and Wes had already left for work. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and went down to the kitchen for coffee. I went out on the deck to drink my coffee and buttered toast, enjoying being outside without clothes. Since the first thing I had to do before getting ready for Heather and Constance was get everything that I would need to keep our pubic hair shaved.

My challenge was finding something to wear that would allow me to be exposed and not be obvious about it. I looked through my closet for something that would provide some exposure while I was out shopping and realized that everything that I had was too conservative. I wanted to wear something with more class than wearing something of Wes's. The thought then occurred to me that since Heather and I were about the same size, she might have something suitable that I could borrow. I called her and asked if I could borrow something a little more revealing than I had. She said she might have something that I might like and to come over.

I fixed my hair, put on some light makeup, my short silk robe and sandals and walked next door. Heather opened the door wearing a lace robe even shorter than mine. I took one look at her at the door and suspected that I had met my first exhibitionist partner. She invited me in and offered me a mimosa, which I readily accepted. We went out onto her patio and sat in the shade at her table. Heather's patio was not nearly as private as mine but from the next-door neighbors, our exposure was not readily apparent.

As we sipped our drinks, Heather asked me how she could help me. I explained that on the trip to Ft Lauderdale, I had learned a lot about myself and in that brief period of time I had changed significantly, part of which she saw yesterday when she saw me coming home nude. My trip mate, Sean, helped me to appreciate my body and appearance and to enjoy people looking at all of my body in public. He awakened sexual desires in me that a month ago, I never even imagined. My challenge now was to help Wes accept and appreciate the new me as well as get him involved in my new lifestyle.

As we worked our way through the picture of mimosas, our robes had loosened and our postures relaxed so that our nudity was apparent to each other. I noticed that her pussy was as bare as mine and asked if she shaved or waxed. She said she waxed and has for years. I said that I am shaved but intend to start waxing.