Being just over thirty Mary thought of herself that she still looked pretty good. A bit skinny, and because of that rather tiny boobs, but still a real waist and a firm butt. Long blond hair and a sweet face that looked its best with little make-up. Even at high school she never had real problems getting the boys interested, and in the end she had married John. The first couple of years it had been wonderful, just a little argument every now and then, but no real problems between them. But lately it had been different. It seemed like John was no longer pleased with her, did not really look at her anymore. And so she stood more and more in front of the mirror critically looking at herself, always coming to the same conclusion: she still was looking good for her age. And John also still looked good. Yes, a beginning belly, but being in his late thirties that was no shame. He still had a head full of long dark hair, reasonably well muscled, not like a bodybuilder but just enough. She still liked to look at him, and hoped that he thought the same about her.
Now she was sitting in the living room talking to her best girlfriend about last night. She and John had both agreed to have an erotic evening, four times a year, in which one of them had to do whatever the other wanted. They had made that agreement a few years back when they both had noticed that their sex life was not as good anymore as it had been before. Without any reason they just had less and less sex, sometimes weeks passed without any sex at all. They knew they were to young to let that happen, and this had seemed like a good idea to get things going again. Yesterday had been John's evening, but she was left with a very bad feeling about it.
"What has he done that you were so dissatisfied?" her girlfriend asked.
"Strapped me to the kitchen table, naked on my belly, and taken me anally. I totally didn't like it, and so little fantasy... If he goes on like this our sex life will be down the drain soon again. And just to prevent that was the reason to start with this whole thing. To get back the lust for sex, and I mean the both of us."
"So in three months it will be your turn again. That gives you at least enough time to think of something better. Do you want to lets say pay him back?"
"Yeah, something like that, but I wouldn't know how. Tying him to the kitchen table is not my thing, and I want to make sure that at least I will have some fun. I assume he had fun last night, even though I hadn't. SO if I can think of something that will not please him but does please me so much the better. But I got no idea where and how to start."
"Well, just last week I came across an advert on a sex-website. Yes, I get there more then once in a while, our sex life has also not been great, and I still have some fantasies. Anyway, this advert might help you on the right track to get things started your way, at least you can have a look at it. If you don't like it, nothing lost, right? I'll look it up and send you the link."
"Is your sex life down and you want to revive it? Do you need help? Don't want or can't afford professional help? Maybe I can help you. I am a dominant man with a broad fantasy for erotic dreams. I am a quite unusual type, but will tell you more about that when you react on this advert."
And under it was only an email address, nothing more. Well, an email cost nothing, and was anonymous enough, so the next day she sent an email. She explained her situation, her problem with John, without using his name, she asked about cost and also asked for an example of what this man could possibly do. A couple of days later she got a reaction.
"Hello,
So I am a dominant man, but I prefer to be dressed in womens lingerie, and sometimes also in a dress or skirt. I just tell you immediately so you know what to expect. You wrote that your sex life was low and you and your husband had agreed to four times a year have an erotic evening. And now you want an idea to get back at him while enjoying yourself. Suppose I come to visit the both of you, with some stuff, and you and I together will really surprise John."
And what followed was extensively described what the plan was, if she agreed to it. She would have to buy some things herself, and prepare John a bit. It would not be good if he immediately get upset seeing some other person in the house without being somewhat informed up front. She discussed the idea with John to have an extra person on their next erotic evening. She saw that his thoughts were about a second woman, and got excited by the idea alone. SO he had no objections at all, and that it would not be a woman she just didn't tell him, he would find out soon enough.
And the day came for their special night. The man had said in his email that he preferred to be called Simone, and wanted to be treated as if he were a woman. He would be at their door exactly at eight, so ten minutes before she sent John upstairs and ordered him to go to the toilet, because later on he might not have the possibility anymore, and to take a shower. She would put his outfit for the evening on their bed, and he was to put that on after his shower and then come downstairs.
Exactly at eight the doorbell rang, and she opened the door to a man that was in all aspects unnoticeable. Medium height, medium weight, middle aged or maybe a bit older, the only remarkable thing was a small mustache. She would have passed him on the street without noticing him at all. She invited him in, and asked if he needed any preparation. "Just changing clothes, nothing more. I have got everything we might need in my bag, and if you got what I asked you to get it will go smoothly. Maybe you can get us a cup of coffee while I change."
While she was making coffee she some little noises in the living room, and when she came in with the coffee Simone was not unnoticeable anymore. On the contrary, now she was a personality that would attract attention everywhere. From the floor up she saw shiny black leather boots with high heels, black stockings with black garters, a shiny black dress with a split along the side through which she could see black satin panties and the side of a black satin bra. The front of the dress was filled, it looked like at least a D-cup. Above the dress was still a masculine head, with that mustache, but it was crowned with a wig of long dark hair with curls in it.
"So, that;s something different! You look good, a lot better then what I expected. That's a very sexy outfit, I am almost ashamed for my own dreary clothes."
"No reason to be ashamed, certainly not if under your dress you are wearing what I asked. Show me please."
Mary took off her dress, and stood in just her lingerie. A white satin set of matching bra and panties with some lace, white garters, white stockings and on her feet white pumps with a moderate heel. She felt watched, and felt good about it. It had been a long time since anybody else then her own husband had seen her in just lingerie. As agreed she settled on the couch next to Simone, and together they drank their coffee. Just when she emptied her cup their was a shout from upstairs, if she was serious about the clothing she had laid out.
"Of course, otherwise it wouldn't be there, right? And hurry up, you're taking too long already."
It took about twenty minutes more before he finally came down the stairs, very slowly. Of course John was walking slowly, it was his first time walking on heels. Not very high, just under two inches, but high enough to make him unstable. He was still grumbling inside when he entered the living room Right at that moment he became very quiet, and his mouth fell open. He stopped right in the opening, looking a bit silly in his red summer dress and red pumps.
"Hi, I am Simone, but you will only call me Mistress tonight. Remember that, and make no mistakes. Understood?"
"Yeah, right, fine."
"No, not right and not fine. Even at the first sentence you make mistakes. You will call me Mistress, and you will always call me Mistress. Have you now understood?"
"Yes, Mistress." It did not sound convincing, but Simone left it at that.
"Because you need to be punished you will stay standing up while we are seated. And you also don't deserve coffee. Your wife here has asked me for help because you as a girl seem to be quite shy, and you need to get out of your shell a bit more, so she thinks. What is your opinion on this?"
"I'm not a girl, don't want to be one, so what do you mean?" and after a very short break he added: "Mistress."
"I can clearly see that you are a girl. Why else would you wear a dress and walk on high heels? And it looks like you're also wearing a bra, I can see the outline of it through your dress."
"Hm, alright, I guess for tonight I will be a girl. What else will happen tonight... Mistress?"
"Together with your wife here I will initiate you in what girls should know about boys whenever they are big enough to look at boys. And you definitely are big enough. But first take of your dress so we can see what you are wearing underneath."
John took the little dress over his head with some trouble, and then stood before them in just red panties and a red bra. He felt more then naked, specifically because the panties were of a sheer material so his penis was fully visible, completely flaccid now because he did not feel sexy at all. But, agreed was agreed and if this was what Mary wanted tonight it just had to be. His bra had open cups so his nipples were also free to be seen. All of a sudden he realized that his face was as red as his underwear.
"That looks good enough, and it is evident that you are no longer a little girl anymore. What do you think Mary, is she ready to learn more about boys?"
"I think so" Mary said with a wide grin. She was already enjoying herself.
"Great. By the way, what is the name of your girlfriend here?"
"Let's call her Hanna, that suits her."