(fetish, chastity, threesome, cross-dressing, feminization)
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Synopsis: Dave with his own secret fetish, keeps falling for women who have kinky secrets of their own.
Read the previous chapters, first.
Emily jumps back into their lives.
It was a pleasant Saturday and Kathy and Daphne were out walking, getting some fresh air and window shopping at a local mall. Wandering randomly among the shops, and shoppers, they chatted, comfortably reviewing their day and planning for the ones to come, when Kathy caught Daphne by surprise.
"I bumped into Emily in the hallway the other day."
"Oh? It's been so long, I thought she might have moved out. She still lives down the hall?"
"Yes, remember that night when I didn't get home until way late?"
"Tuesday?"
"Yes, we were both coming home from work, and she invited me out to dinner, so we turned around and went back to the garage and then to Tony's. Remember that place?"
"Italian, on Campbell Road?"
"That's the one. Well, Emily was all excited. She had some great news."
"She found a new boyfriend?"
Kathy chuckled, "no, better. She found a doctor. A specialist, who operated and fixed her problem. She no longer has to wear that damned catheter."
"Really? That's great! Good for her."
"Yes, she told me that after you two broke up she began searching to see if there had been any progress toward a solution for her disorder, and found a specialist in Toronto. She met with him and he operated, and now she's able to pee like a normal person."
"That's wonderful," he said, and he really meant it. He had loved her, and still missed her. But he was happy with Kathy and their love, now
"And then she asked about you." Kathy said slowly, and carefully.
"Oh? And you told her, what?"
"That we were happy together. Of course."
They both decided to leave it at that. Dave was happy to let sleeping dogs lie. Emily and he had broken up because he couldn't handle her fetishes. And he had no interest in exposing to his old lover how he had accepted, and come to live with Kathy's kinks.
A couple of days later, though, Kathy raised the topic again, while they were grabbing a late bite to eat at a local café.
"Emily called me today and asked if we could all go out to dinner."
Dave didn't want to meet up with his old girlfriend. And he didn't want really want her to see him as he was now. And he also didn't want to admit those things to Kathy.
"Um, when?"
"Friday night. And I'd like to do it."
"Why? I'm afraid it would be awkward. You understand. Old lovers, and all that."
"Darling, I wouldn't be jealous. And I know you used to love her. But, I did too. Remember how much fun the three of us had, together? It was wonderful, having sex with the two of you, together. I thought you enjoyed that too."
He hesitated before answering. "I did, enjoy the sex, that is. But I'm different, now," and he waved at his new, feminine body and clothes.
He was, of course, fully dressed as Daphne. That's why it was a late dinner. After work, Dave had to make the switch to his female persona, and it always took a while to change into a dress and do his make-up. On nights like that, they always ate late.
"Could I go as a guy?" He asked, hopefully, afraid of the answer.
It had become a hard and fast rule that as of Friday night, he became Daphne, fulltime, for the weekend. Only on Monday morning would he return to being Davie the effeminate guy. And even then, he spent many weekday evenings in female attire. That routine had been going on for a couple of months now, at Kathy's insistence. And he had eventually learned to live like that, and to enjoy it.
At first it had been difficult for him. Initially, he had seen it as Kathy's fantasy, not his, but as time went on, he became accustomed to the cross-dressing and the feminizing and had found that the sex, with his lover, to be better than ever. These days, it was their joint erotic adventure.
But now, Kathy apparently wanted to show him to Emily. And sharing his new life with her, his old lover, was not something he was looking forward to.
Kathy, smiling, thought about his question for only a minute, "Daphne, dear, you're always fully dressed for the weekends, and I don't see why that should change. You know Emily, and you know she has her own fetishes. And you know how much fun we all had when we played our lesbian threesome game, back when you were with her. I really want to do that again." She paused and grabbed his hand. "You do remember how wonderful those threesomes were, don't you?"
He had to admit that thinking about those times was making his well-secured cock excited. And remembering those nights, his libido was accelerating to high gear. But...
"Oh, come on, lover. I know you're used to looking and dressing like this, and like Davie, too for that matter. You meet people all the time, as a woman and as a 'metrosexual' guy."
"As a sissy." He broke in. That descriptor still bothered him, a lot.
His statement troubled Kathy. He never used that word to describe Davie. It was too abusive, and it didn't fit him. She understood how nervous he was about revealing who he'd become. And oddly enough, that thought gave her a secret thrill. She was proud of her creation and was looking forward to the fun of seeing Emily's reaction.
"No, as my lover." She reminded him.
She leaned over and gave him a kiss, to encourage him.
"Well?" she prompted him when he didn't answer right away.
"All right," he replied resignedly.
Kathy smiled, happily. "Well then, I think it's settled. We'll share our secret with Emily. I'm sure she'll be intrigued when she meets Daphne."
And before he could say anything else, the waiter showed up, "can I get for you two ladies anything else? Desert or coffee?"
