She Deserves Bigger & Better!

Again, I awoke to find Jess not in bed beside me and getting up to use the bathroom, taking a leak and quick wash, mainly to wake up properly, leaving last night's knickers on for now but not bothering to tuck as I shall shower soon as I've had a coffee, going downstairs wearing her kimono again, the house in silence, and a note left on the worktop by the kettle read, morning, gone for a run, feeding fish on way back, eta by 9.30 Luv u xx.

I took my coffee upstairs with me, ran a bath, and thought of a quiet hour to myself to relax with lots of her scented bubbles.

I heard the doorbell and again so quickly pulled on my trackie bottoms and a t-shirt going down the stairs, the doorbell once again just as I got there to open the door, parcel for Mrs. J S****, sign just here, please...

Leaving the parcel on the kitchen table, I made another coffee and took that upstairs, stripped again, and finally sank into the bath, wondering what the bloody hell she'd been buying now! Doesn't she realise that I've effectively taken a pay cut by staying local only, with no more expenses to claim and no cheap wines either?

I washed my hair, then after pulling the plug, rinsed off under the shower, shaved, put my hair into a ponytail, then went through to select a pair of soft lace pale pink cheeky panties to wear, along with a pair of twice-worn hold-ups because I intend to wear my heeled shoes around the house today as it's good practice, a t-shirt, and men's leisure trousers to complete. I hear keys opening the front door, and she's back from her run, so I go down to greet her.

Jess, putting the kettle on and seeing the heels I'm wearing, says, "Hiya babe," and pecks me on the lips, saying,

"Good boy, the other pair we ordered are here; try them on later, yeah? Tell you what, love, can you make us a cup of tea and bring it up, and I'll go and shower?"

She kissed me, turned, and walked upstairs. I made the brew and took it up to her. She was out of the shower and stood naked, brushing her hair by the dressing table, her tits standing proud, her narrow waist and wider hips, a slight gap between her thighs, and her bare bum all so inviting. It's obvious that I've not 'tucked' myself this morning, and if she was to turn right now, she would know it!

To distract myself, I asked her if we had plans for today--a food shop, for instance. But Jess said,

"No, better we go on Monday as she is off school for Easter, and with visitors arriving later on Monday, we'd get fresh in.

Oh, shall we go to the Harvest Moon to save cooking Monday evening or what?"

"I don't know; what time they are arriving, do we know?"

"They're calling at 12 today; we'll ask them, right, next on the agenda, and as we're not shopping today, do you want to practice doing your nails and make-up? I'll guide you through it all."

"Yeah, okay, be good to practice, and we can chat as we go along."

"Right, listen Pete, Nia, and Ejo are calling at noon. Let's see if we can get your face done before then, and they can say hi to Petrina. What do you think?"

"That only gives me 95 minutes, you're going to have to help me, but yeah, it won't be such a shock to see me first; at least then they have the option of not coming if I frighten them."

Between Jess and myself, we managed to get a reasonable face on just in time, but no nails. At 12.04, we both sat at the table downstairs, having coffee. I'm now wearing the black lace bra with 34D inserts that Jess had ordered because I thought slightly bigger on me would look good, and she agreed. Over that, I'm wearing the semi-sheer white blouse that I wore yesterday, along with a dark blue tennis skirt, over the panties and hold-ups I'd chosen this morning. The one item I had to change was my shoes. Unbeknown to me, when we ordered the 2" spool heels for me, Jess had ordered a pair of 3" lace-up ankle boots that I have to practice walking in, so much higher, the other surprise item being a dark-haired Amber wig, styled well on to my shoulders but also curls around my cheeks to help disguise my Adam's apple.

Jess got the boots, wig, new breast forms, and two other items in the post this morning and yesterday's post; she says she won't tell me about the other items until later in the week.

As I said Nia video-called just after 12 and I was making another coffee, I heard them all talking. Ejo asked if I was there, and Jess turned the laptop so they could both see me, and both said together, "Oh wow!" Ejo called me to come closer, bringing the coffee through. I sat down to speak to them both, and they made complimentary remarks, especially about the makeup, so I asked,

"You don't mind then, me--like this? It was Jess's idea at first, but I'm beginning to love it more and more. If only I could get my make-up as good as hers, Jess did this face for me."

"Ejo said, "Promise us you'll dress like that sometime during our visit, and I will do your makeup and give you some pointers. I for one would love to see you like it in person; so will you, Peter."

"Of course, for you, and it's Petrina, by the way, the feminine of Peter, but seriously, I'd already decided to be Petrina for most of your visit, if you both agreed, that is."

Ejo took a glance at Nia, then both nodded yes, while Ejo said

"Most definitely, you can-must be Petrina all week; oh, I'm even more excited about coming now; I'm so looking forward to cozying up to Petrina."

Then she turned to Nia and said,

"Can't we leave now? We could be there before dark."

Nia replied, "You know we can't; I'm working tonight."

Jess, finally getting a word in, told me to get her jacket and purse from upstairs, and then to the screen she said,

"Sorry, he's excited too; bless him. I'll have to take him for a walk soon; he needs to practice walking in his new boots and higher heels, you see. It's alright, he's gone up now, Ejo; he is very excited about what you asked for; he is so looking forward to sleeping with you; and don't worry, Nia and I will be there with you, okay, besides, he can't hurt you, I promise."

After the call earlier, Jess gave us both Welsh Rarebit. As we ate, I had a word about her spending of late, pointing out that I adore these new boots, like the wig and reasons for buying and wearing it, but added to spending on panties, stockings, breast forms, dresses, going out for dinners, etc., she needs to bear in mind my reduction in pay due to fewer hours and so on.

Jess reckons I should think about the vacancy in her mother's offices; money is not bad with a good pension scheme, and there is talk of a 4-day working week, or downsizing and moving to a place with less mortgage to pay.

A job change I'll think about it, but moving is out of the question until Jess qualifies and gets a job elsewhere. For now, no move anywhere, so just please watch your spending, love. Jess says,

"So, no going out for dinner today? We could have bread and jam and share an ice cream out of the freezer, she's kidding, but then went on to suggest sausage, eggs, and chips when we get back, yeah?"

"Why, where are you going, and more to the point, when we get back from where?"

"Not sure yet, but you need to walk about, so first we need to change your top; that one is too sheer on you out in public; it would be fine on me, especially without a bra, but you need something more subtle, so come on upstairs."

Well, that was fun. Twenty minutes after going upstairs to change, we heard the wind was getting up and it had started to rain. By the time both of us were ready, we had to cancel going out anywhere. It seems a named storm has arrived. Jess and I changed yet again and went through her entire wardrobe, seeing what else she had that worked for me. We ended up having a good giggle all afternoon.

And at the moment, I'm feeling very comfortable in a soft, unwired white lace bra with the new 'd' size forms. These will stick to my skin; we will try them out tomorrow, but for now, they're just placed in. I'm also in black anghomi lace-edged butt and hip enhancer panties, that give me a real feminine shape. Jess only wore these once with a black dress outfit for a single event; I didn't like the shape on her, but I think they work on me, with the high-waisted beige baggy trousers and long beige cardigan over a white t-shirt, and she has pinned the wig on so I can get used to the weight and swing of longer hair.

Jess is in the kitchen cooking dinner, music blaring, and I catch glimpses of her dancing about. She's in'sloppy's' she calls them; that's leisure trousers and a double t-shirt without a bra, and she looks damn sexy. She knows I'm at the table typing on my laptop but doesn't know I'm writing this up!

This morning, we both lay in. Jess went to the bathroom but came back to bed. On one of the rare occasions that we'd both slept in the nude, the shaper pants from last night were not for sleeping in; they were on the chair, ready for me to put back on today. When Jess got back into bed, we cuddled and commented on the storm that still blew outside; the rain eased but was still peeing down, and laying head on my chest, she noticed my morning hard-on, touched it, and said,

"Don't go anywhere, little man; I'm going to need you real soon."

At that, Jess rolled away to get the toys and the lube, the lube I found strange because she hadn't had to use any since Bristol, anyway she lay back, her legs opened and she asked me first to kiss her, a couple of minutes later pushed my down to use my tongue to wake her pussy till it was well lubricated naturally, till said cried out 'enough', she then starts to fuck herself with George, as she humped up and arched her back a little, she pulled him out, letting him drop on the bed between her legs, then took up the bigger one, Mr Brown and inserted him maybe 4 to 5", working him up to her orgasm by which time clearly using over 6" of dark brown cock, I'm propped up on one elbow watching Jess Cum on Mr Brown, moaning quite a bit about being so good, eventually stopping, removing it from her pussy, a couple of minutes later, because George was still running at speed two, still lay on the bed but between her legs, I reach over to get him to switch it off, in doing so found she had to head of it against her backdoor.

I got it and switched it off. Jess lowered her legs flat and then said,

"Spoilsport, that felt really nice there, a good way to keep me horny too, feels nice tickling my bum as I came just then."

"Sorry, love, should I put him back?"

"I have a better idea now, Pete. Open your legs; let me try it on you, and you'll see what I mean."

"Not now, Jess. Watching you orgasm, just you fucking yourself like that with George has turned me on so that if you touch me right now, I'll simply shoot and make a mess. Let's wait a while and have a coffee, and then maybe I have a suggestion to try."

"I'll make the coffee and toast too; you have a quick shower and meet me downstairs in 5-no, make that ten minutes, ok?"

Going downstairs, I heard music blasting out and saw Jess doing her aerobics routine in an area behind the sofa that faces the French doors. I watched her for a few moments until she noticed me standing there, and she stopped and moved to the kettle to make her tea and my latte. I teased about 'flashing' the neighbours, then when she bought the coffee, seeing me wearing only a pair of panties, the pale pink pair I'd worn a couple of hours ago, smiling, she said

"Look who's talking; at least I'm covered!"

Looking at Jess, her red hair all over the place from dancing, the tie-belt on her kimono loose enough to see an inch of flesh from the chin to the knee, her nipples covered but protruding, when Jess is excited, they're like half-inch bullets' as now, so in reply, I asked her,

"Any plans for today, seeing how the weather's still crap? We can't go out anywhere in this."

"Well, love, first, you have to finish what you started earlier before you stopped my little game. Oh, yes, you said you had an idea; what was that?"

"Well, as you know, watching you this morning turned me on so much that if you had touched my dick, then I'd have shot off, then been unable to get hard again for hours. My idea is, You know how sometimes when I fuck you, you use George to help you get there, and you know I feel the vibrations when you do that, and I wonder if you were to use magic man on me as I fucked you, would you feel the same vibes as me inside of you? What do you think Jess?"

"Oooh, worth a try; I like it. But first, don't get mad. hang on a mo, opened a cupboard in the kitchen, and came back with a small bubble wrap package. She handed me a little blue diamond-shaped pill, saying bite that in half, half now, and half tonight. I want to know, and with Nia and Ejo coming tomorrow, I'm guessing she'll want more than one two-minute fuck. Let's see if you can last longer and recover quicker.

What do you think, Pete? Wanna go see if it works?"

"Only half, Jess, okay, let's do it, but if I'm hard all day, then you suffer the consequences, okay?"

"It doesn't work like that, Peter; we'll see what half does today; we can go up to a full one if needed; I'm just thinking of you, with Ejo, I'd hate for you to show me up, not being able to fuck properly, and I'd hate you to have that humiliation either, she really does fancy you and wants you as her lovers, you and Petrina, so shall we go up, see if it works?"

After we both used the bathroom, Jess carried out an inspection looking for any hair growth on my body and told me that later we'd do a spray-over and make sure that I was smooth all the week they're here, and when checking around my ball sack, my dick began to stir. Jess said,

"Come on, it's show time. Testing a two-in-one go, well, no, hopefully, more than one go, yeah."

We headed to the bed, and Jess removed the duvet and picked up the bottle of lube, saying,

"Get on all fours first, Pete."

I do as I'm told and get into position on the bed facing away from Jess, who almost immediately drips a small amount of the lube right on my ring, followed just as quickly by the 5" silver bullet known as Magic Man; it has 5 speeds, and to start, she has it no. 2. The lube was cold, and the bullet tip tickled as Jess ran it up and down my bum crack, reaching my nuts and the base of my now hard dick, then back up over my taint to pause only a moment before she slid the tip in, another short pause, she says, "Ready?" but with no time to answer, the other 3 plus inches followed the tip into my ass. She then pumps it 3 or 4 times, pulls it out, and I'm on the verge of orgasm. Jess stopped, then asked.

"How was that? I guess it didn't hurt, but was it okay? Was it nice? Did you like that, Pete?

When I stopped counting backwards and was able to answer her, all I could manage was,

"Holy sh*t, Jess, so fucking close to Cumming, like that feeling you get a second before you pop--well, that second lasted like a minute--unbloodybelievable. I want to go again, Jess, but just in case, can I fuck you as you are?"

"No, Pete, you should have let go; otherwise, we won't know if the pill idea works, will we? Something else has made me think too, but you need to trust me, Pete. I mean, do you trust me, that is?"

"Of course, Jess, you know it; I trust you, but why now?"

"Get back into position again, Pete, and I'll explain as we go along. Okay love."

So back on all fours, Jess put Magic Man in; at first, just the tip, then slowly pushed another 3" max and paused to say,

Right Pete, that's the maximum, because with lube on it, I can only just hold on, but"

She slides it back out altogether, and then I hear the purr of George turned on. The head pushes against my bum hole, and Jess increases the speed to three of eight-speed and says,

"Relax; just relax, Pete. If you're going to cum, then just shoot it all into my hand, ok, darling? Now push back a little, don't pull away, and don't resist it; just relax."

I obeyed her and tried hard to relax. I think I pushed back a little too, because suddenly she stopped. I do too, realising that the bulbous head of George is in me, and my bum muscles are trying to push it out. This head is not shaped like the bullet; it's more rounded, much more like a cock, a 6" to 7" sized cock, and it stings quite a bit, huffing a bit as Jess holds still but keeps the pressure on. I'm not sure if I relaxed slightly or if she pushed it. Still, George moved, in another inch or so, but then almost out, making me relax even more. She seemed to just hold the pressure, allowing me to take only as much as I could, which was not much because 2.5" or maybe 3" really hurt like hell, and I called a halt to the silly idea.

The fact that I was as hard as I've ever been is not reflected in the pain I was feeling, and I fell forward to lay flat and then roll over to stop any further attack, leaving Jess holding George as she knelt on the edge of our bed, about to say something, and myself fighting not to cry in pain. My eyes squeezed tight when I felt something landing on my chest, and Jess said, "Bloody hells bells, Pete, look."

Opening my eyes and looking towards her, I see my dick bouncing, spewing cum out--it's now looking watery--and dribbling out to puddle at the base of my dick, but the weirdest thing is, I can't even feel it cumming! Jess is saying,

"Omg, Peter, you have never cum like that before, ever since I've known you; look, it's even on your chest!"

I've stopped shooting my sperm everywhere, but my dick is still twitching as though it is. I look to see over a teaspoon of almost clear liquid on or near it, two drops on my belly, and even more surprisingly, a bigger drop right near my nipple, very clearly cum, as are both on my belly. Add to the fact that I need to pee. We call a stop to this experiment, and I head to the bathroom, take a leak, and then decide to shower to wash off. Jess joined me in the bathroom, asking,

"Are you alright, Pete? Because that was strange. Has that ever happened to you before?"

"No, Jess, it was very strange cumming like that, but I didn't orgasm; I shot loads out, some of it cum, but mostly sticky, watery stuff, and no orgasm at all; no rush to the head, no feeling in my dick, nothing. I hope you didn't damage anything by doing that, Jess."

"I shouldn't think so; you've had the bullet deeper; you do that to me, and men do that too."

"Yeah, Jess, but I don't; it fucking hurts. Let's finish up here, and you can make coffee. gonna look it up online."

Jess is in the kitchen doing us some brunch; of course, she has music playing and she's in her sloppy outfit'.

That's a T-shirt, panties, jogging bottoms, hair tied back with a scrunchy, and slippers.

I'm sipping a latté at the table. I'm also lightly dressed in a T-shirt, dark grey panties, leisure bottoms, and bare feet.

I'm having an interesting read, and it seems I had a prostate massage leading to a prostate orgasm. I've never heard of one, but it seems it's possible to fire off without feeling it, or it can be a very intense one. Shame I had one without any feeling.

Jess read it while we ate, both of us feeling more relieved. We went on to discuss what needed to be done in preparation for our visitors arriving tomorrow, agreeing that sleeping arrangements should 'play by ear'. The spare room needed a tidy-up, and the bed needed making up, because four in our double may sound fun, but to sleep? But Jess did say that.

"Ejo and I should have one night alone at least, she said, asking if I had any preference for our bed or the spare room.

I told her, "I'm looking forward to this week, spending time with Nia and Ejo, which bed makes little difference, the spare room is fine, and I'm hoping to sleep with Nia also, saying that she has a fine body also, her boobs are really nice shape, and she has lovely dark nipples."