After Cam and I reached an agreement about Camille, there was no longer any negotiations. Our first encounter with what could be described as lesbian sex was so satisfying to me that I kept Camille made up for the rest of the night. We made love many times. My clitoris ached the following morning, but it was a good ache. That sated us for a while. We did have traditional married sex after that with me being Beverly and Cam being Cam. Cam would no longer deny that sex between me and Camille was very erotic and so private.
Now I had the best of both worlds. My husband, while very young looking and fair skinned, was sporting a good-sized cock. He could satisfy me with just straight sex. My girlfriend, Camille was a very pretty, also a highly erotic lover. Over time we sort of quit having vaginal intercourse when Camille was my lover. I saved that for my husband, Cam. Camille added a few touches herself. When Cam travelled, sometimes he would buy Camille some slutty outfits. She would often surprise me with a dress-up night that I had not anticipated.
It was great for this to be a shared desire rather than a submissive-dominant activity. I really had been a major force when his sister suggested that he dress up and apply for the job as a waitress. I think if I had reacted differently, he would have never gone through with it. Collette and Rita were always bugging him to dress as Camille and the four of us go on girl's night out. In a way I wanted to keep Camille and Beverly locked in the bedroom but owing to his having passed as a girl for almost two years, I still was excited about the idea. Cam never encouraged either one of them and refused to join in the conversation. They would try to convince me to lead him into it, but I insisted that Cam was not some show pony that they dressed up for their entertainment.
Collette made the point that Cam was going to become a doctor and some of our fun times were going to pass us by. Cam was nearing the end of medical school. We played in the bedroom occasionally. We both loved it and had not tired of it. I was totally committed to him and it didn't hurt that I had two good lovers rolled into one. Well actually two, because Cam and Camille were totally different. Camille was more take-charge. As I stated, she would initiate our 'lesbian encounters'. When I suck her cock, I view it as just an extension of how Camille got me off by licking and sucking my clitoris.
Even though I had many boyfriends before Cam, I was not tempted to stray. I felt a little sorry for him. He was a virgin and had never made love to anyone but me. He was a fast learner and was willing to try anything I suggested. He finished medical school and had his first year of residency. That was not fun for either one of us. Money was tight even though I made a good salary. Dressing up in the bedroom was about our only entertainment. Camille was not quite the slut she had been, and I became more dominant than I already was. I managed to buy some second-hand clothing and add a few touches to act as his dominatrix occasionally. Camille loved this and played the retiring violet well.
When I knew he had a little time, I would wait for him to come home in his scrubs. I would meet him at the door dressed in a bustier, stockings, crotchless panties and high heel boots. I was made up goth and demanded that he strip right there. I pushed him to the bath and made him shave everything. I perfumed him and dusted him with girly bath powder. His clothes would be laid out for him. After a while I had purchased a chastity device. Sometimes, I would make him wear it and talk rough to him about how a pretty little girl had no need for a cock.
Other times I would make him tape and tuck his cock and balls before I allowed him to put his panties on. I would tell him that clit of his was too big and ugly. I assured him that no dominant woman would want that little dripping thing near her. She loved to be submissive in that way. It was now more frequent that I took charge and made Camille react to my whims. She seemed to enjoy that a little more than her dressing up and approaching me. As she became more submissive, I became more dominant in our play.
Cam was beginning to act more in charge of our activities. As he progressed through his residency, he had to be in charge more. In a sense Camille's personality was morphing more into the old Cam and Cam was morphing more into the dominant role like Camille had been. Cam was more self-assured and much more in charge. That was natural. Who would want a doctor who was shy and retiring? The change in Camille was subtler. I think being Camille helped relieve the stress of constant medical training. It was more like a split from Cam the Doctor.
After residency, Cam was on a special grant for research in biometrics. He was very busy but had more regular hours. When he was off, he enjoyed being submissive to me. I played various roles from loving wife to dominant bitch. It didn't matter to Camille. She really liked the 'lesbian' love relationship. We talked about bringing Camille out in public, but Cam was not ready for that yet. We agreed that once he became more stable in his job, we would take some vacations and possibly explore the possibility of this.
About a year into his new job, we decided to take a vacation. We were going to New York to shop and take in some Broadway plays. I began prepping Camille for our trip and telling her how gorgeous she was all made up and feminine.
"Camille," I said, "I would really like to enjoy our vacation with just the two of us. Now that we spend so little time together, I want Cam to stay home while we take in the sights together."
"No way," Cam replied.
I gave her the best loving I could. She was not in chastity and we made love while he was Camille. It had been a long time since she had penetrated me with her 'big ugly clit' as I called it. Afterwards, I said, "Let's ask Camille again. Will you come with me to New York on a girlfriend's week?"
"Okay, but we need some backup clothing just in case."
"Fine, but I want to talk to you about another thing. Cam's briefs are not the prettiest thing and Camille does not have that much time with me. Can we throw away Cam's underwear and have him wear Camille's panties all the time?"
"You really want that?" he asked.
"I really do. I think Cam would enjoy that. It would make him think about Camille more. And I would think about Camille all the time then."
"Okay, we will try it." He agreed.
"And maybe a bra also?"
"Absolutely not. That is too risky." He said.
"Please. A simple A cup. Nothing fancy. Please."
"You are very bad." He said.
So that day I threw out all of Cams briefs. I bought him some silk undershirts to wear and a couple of really plain training bras with very little lace. I was sure that he would love this once he got used to it. I could not imagine any scenario that would come up in his job that would let anyone think that he was wearing lingerie. Today more people are unconcerned with someone's gender identity. The kind of underwear he wore would be no one else's business.
Cam dressed in Camille's panties starting then. I made sure to keep him excited about getting to be my girlfriend companion during our whole visit to New York. By the time we got on the plane, Camille had been hairless and pampered for two weeks prior. I wanted to be somewhat discreet, but I also was excited about having my 'lesbian' lover all to myself for that long a time. We dressed very sexy for the plane ride. We both wore garters and stockings with short skirts. My top was almost skin tight and hugged my d-cups snugly. I wanted to go without a bra, but my nipples were just too aroused under the material. I did wear a tiny balconette bra.
