A Housewife Forever

I wrote this story a while ago..

She had met Peter on an adult meeting site. He commented on her pictures with flattering phrases like,

"You look beautiful."

"I wish I was there holding you."

"Very attractive legs."

While this was not that unusual, his comments were always polite. He was never crude, unlike the younger admirers. They tended to be more graphic, telling her exactly what they wanted to do to her. This flattered her, but did was not really what she was looking for.

She had been a crossdresser all her life. She hid it and did what was expected of her. She got married and had two children. It never goes away though. She wore her wife's knickers whenever she was out and played with herself until she came. Quickly she would replace them,carefully putting them back exactly how she found them.

Her wife had gone off sex after an early menopause and would not even talk about it, she left the room whenever he bought the subject up. So David created his alter ego, Davina.

Her job as a salesman meant she stayed in hotels several times a week. This allowed her to dress in the few clothes she had managed to acquire. She loved soft silky underwear, stockings, and teddies. She had two dresses and a black pleated skirt. When she wore the skirt with her white shirt, and her blond wig, she imagined she looked like a school girl.

She had met Peter while she was staying overnight in Peterborough. He was 62 years old, 8 years older than her. Peter lived on his own in a large detached house. He agreed to let Davina arrive dressed as a man but told her to go straight upstairs and come down when she was ready.

She was already wearing her Victoria's Secret knickers, these had a seethrough nylon front with little sparkles on. She made sure to tuck her semi-hard cock between her legs so her front was flat. She wore lace top black stockings held up by a thin suspender belt. The stockings felt wonderful on her freshly shaven body.

She had a black nylon lace-trimmed teddy covering her chest and stomach. Her moobs looked like small underdeveloped breasts. She did not wear a bra, as she loved it when men played and nibbled her sensitive nipples.

She finished her makeup, put on her little black dress, straightened her

wig and slipped into her black low heeled court shoes. These were chosen

as she did not want to appear too tall, she like to look up to her dates.

She took a deep breath, slowly descended the stairs, and entered the large living room.

"Oh my! You look even better in person."

Davina did not know what to expect. She had only met two other men, both of whom mauled her straight away and practically forced her to her knees making her suck them to completion. She did not know if Peter would want to do the same.

She looked at the tall trim figure of the polite stranger who had enchanted her with kind words. He was over six feet tall with a broad chest and a full head of white hair. He had a strong jaw and masculine features.

She smiled at the compliment and sat opposite him, carefully brushing her dress underneath her as she sat. She thought to herself.

"Keep your knees together."

Peter looked pleased and smiled back at her.

"Tea or coffee my dear?"

"Oh, coffee please, white no sugar."

"Back in a sec."

While Peter made the drinks she looked around the room. I was tastefully furnished with a huge television on the wall opposite the sofa. Davina thought he must be wealthy, well compared to her anyway.

Peter returned with a tray and presented her with her coffee and a single red rose.

"A rose for a rose my dear lady."

Davina was startled, no one have ever given her flowers in her life.Emotions flooded her mind. She felt so feminine at that moment. A simple flower given as a gesture of affection was something unique and feminine.

When she looked up she had tears in her eyes.

Thank you, you don't know what this means to me."

He knelt and gently pulled her to his chest and hugged her.

"There, there. It's ok. I didn't mean to upset you."

She smelt his cologne, and breathed it in deeply.

"I'm not upset, I'm happy. All my life I have felt like a woman inside. That single rose means so much. It's a gift only given to a woman by a man."

Peter looked her in the eyes, with a sad expression.

"My wife used to like roses. You remind me of her."

Davina wrapped her arms around Peter and gently squeezed. She could feel herself falling for this kind sensitive man. Her mind was in turmoil, could she fall in love with a man?

They broke apart and Peter sat across the coffee table and began chatting to her. He told her how his wife had died two years before, and how he had married young at his parents request. They had known he was gay, but they did not want a scandal.

His wife knew and had found discrete lovers to satisfy her needs. They had made love several times, he had to imagine she was a man, but his heart wasn't in it. He had loved her like a sister but was not sexually attracted to women.

Now both his parents were dead and he had his own wealth, he had decided to explore his own sexuality. He had seen Davina's profile and became infatuated. The combination of a pretty woman with a secret in her knickers was irresistible.

Davina felt the connection between them grow as they spoke. She told him of her childhood, She had prayed to god that she would wake up as a girl. She looked at the girls at school and envied their pretty clothes.

She told him how her marriage was close to ending, and how she suspected her wife had a lover. She explained how the brief time she spent dressed was the only thing keeping her sane.

She moved across to him and his strong arms surrounded her. She felt so safe and loved. They kissed hungrily. Peter had fifty years of bottled-up lust.

"Do you mind if...?"

"No, please, please do."

He pulled her onto his lap. She felt his hard member press into her bottom through her dress and knickers. He eased her dress over her head and let it drop to the floor. She was on his lap facing away from him. His strong hands caressed her hardening nipples through her silky teddy.

He blew in her ear and nipped her earlobes with his teeth. She shivered all over.

"Oh my god what are you doing to me, I have never been so turned on."

His legs parted, splitting Davina's legs wide and giving him access to her knickers. His right hand reached in and pulled her straining cock from it's silky prison. He started to stroke it gently.

She thrashed about, her legs splayed apart, his cock pressing against her and her nipples being tweaked. He gently jerked her cock as he kissed her neck.

With a girlish scream, she came harder than she had ever before. Some of her cream hit her face. He turned her head and licked off the mess.

"Did you enjoy that dear?"

"That was incredible, I have never felt like that before."

"That's because no one has ever treated you as a woman before."

She sat beside him as she got her breath back.

"I think I have a solution to your problems Davina. Come and live here with me. Take over from my wife."

She thought how much she would love that, but she had responsibilities.

"I can't my wife, the house, the mortgage."

"I'm a millionaire Davina, I can pay off your mortgage and pay your wife half a million for a quiet divorce. In the morning we will drop your car off at the hotel and you can call your company and tell them you quit. Then ring your wife and make her the offer."

She could not believe she was close to saying yes.

"I still have most of my wife's clothes, she had a separate room and I have never bothered to clean it out. I have six bedrooms so it did not seem urgent. You can go through everything and keep what fits."

In a moment of madness, she said.

"Yes, yes please make me your wife."

"Listen, Davina, before you agree you must know this. You will be dressed as a woman 24/7. No more trousers, only skirts, and dresses. You will wear only silk underwear, only stockings never tights. You will wear heels all the time. You will be perfumed and pretty all the time.

You will cook, clean, and iron. All your worries will be over, you only need to think of looking nice and keeping me happy. You will be my beautiful housewife forever."

"Can you live the life I offer?"

"Yes please Peter, I am yours."

"OK then my dearest wife, time to seal the deal."

She fell to her knees as he stepped out of his underwear. His cock was seven inches long and cut. She engulfed it, working her tongue on the underside as she sucked. She thought to herself, this is what she will do every day now, suck and please her man.

"Wow, that's nice, I'm tempted to let you finish me, but we must do this properly. Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, I have played with my wife's vibrator, but never had a man."

"Come up to our bedroom with me, don't worry I'll be gentle."

Our bedroom, she thought. Where she will sleep with her man from now on. Where he will make love to her.

He got her on all fours as he smeared his cock and her hole with lubricant. She felt the soft head push at her entrance. With a gentle thrust, it was in. She felt pain as she was stretched. Inch by inch he entered her. The pain was incredible. She knew she must endure it if she was to be his wife. This was going to happen every day now.

He was all the way in. She started to relax, she had felt this before. This wasn't had plastic, it was warm firm wonderful flesh. Her man had mounted her he was going to fuck her now.

He slowly started to rock against her. The pain was gone, each thrust grazed her prostate. She felt the warm throbbing monster plundering her. It was making a woman out of her, she was so happy.

He pulled out and she felt empty, disappointed. She was rolled onto her back. He climbed onto the bed and lifted her legs over his shoulders.She felt exposed. He looked down and saw her hard cock and smiled.

"My ideal woman."

She groaned as he slipped back into her. His gentleness gone, he thrust in and out with urgency.

A feeling was building inside her as he quickened the pace. A warm glow was spreading through her body. She felt his cock grow larger and pulse.

She could feel him pump his warm seed into her body. His seed would swim

inside her trying to impregnate her. With that thought she came, her cock jetted out her own weak seed, as her body convulsed and tingled.

He collapsed, sweating onto the pillow beside her.

When they woke an hour later, it was four o'clock.

David lay there spent and satisfied. Now the lust had gone he realized how crazy he must have been to agree to be Peter's wife. It was the need of being wanted by a man that led him to say yes. He was, after all, David not Davina.

"How are you, Beautiful?"

"Peter, listen, I know what I said earlier but.."

Peter cut him off.

"Before you say anything else, let me show you what being my wife will be like. Just stay with me until tomorrow."

David checked his phone, there were no urgent emails or anything he needed to do. He thought back to how he felt earlier. He would love to feel that way again.

"Follow me."

They walked down the corridor, passing various doors. How many rooms does this place have, David thought.

Peter opened the door at the end of the corridor. The room was huge with a double glass door opening out onto a balcony. It was tastefully decorated, and unmistakably feminine.

"This was Chloe's room. I couldn't bring myself to clear it out when she died. I think everything is how she left it before she went to the hospice. Cancer is a terrible thing."

Davina squeezed his hand and said sorry. She felt like a woman again comforting an upset friend.

"If you stay with me all this will be yours, but I would like you to sleep with me every night. I did not sleep often with Chloe. I loved her but there was no sexual attraction. It wasn't her fault; she just wasn't my type. You are."

She understood.

"Have a look through her clothes and choose a nice outfit. There is a jacuzzi in the ensuite: have a bath and get ready. I'll come and see you at six."

She couldn't believe it, it was her dream to have free access to a woman's collection of clothes. It felt slightly odd, as Chloe was dead, but they would have only ended up in a charity shop or being thrown away.

She found a large selection of skirts, tops, blouses, and dresses. She tried on several pairs of shoes. Some fitted well, some pinched. Then she saw some two-inch high stiletto heeled boots. She loved boots. They fitted! She could feel herself getting hard again. This could all be hers. Her bedroom, her clothes.

She thought of lingerie. She quickly opened the drawers. The top drawerw as full of the laciest frilliest underwear she had ever seen. All top quality. Agent Provocateur, Janet Reger, La Perla, and more. Chloe must have been a real girly girl.

Davina thought of her wife's underwear drawer. Big cotton granny knickers and cotton bras. She picked out some vintage Janet Reger French knickers; they were black silk with delicate white lace at the legs. She ached to wear them. Another drawer revealed bras and suspender belts and stockings. She saw seamed, patterned, and fishnets, in a variety of colours. Not one pair of tights.

She looked through the dresses again. She saw a red knee-length dress and fell in love with it. Once she had it on she realised it was too tight around her waist, it looked wrong. She searched the remaining drawers and found foundation garments. Panty girdles, corselettes, and open bottom girdles.

She found a black lace-up corset. She had seen YouTube videos showing how these were worn but thought she would ask Peter for help. After a bath with some scented oils, she felt fresh. She slipped into the French knickers and called Peter.

"Are you ready honey?"

"No, I just need a hand with something."

She had the corset around her and was trying to pull the laces. Peter saw what she wanted him to do. He stood behind her and tugged on the laces until nearly four inches disappeared from her waist. As he pulled she felt his member brush her legs through his trousers.

"You randy old sod. Down boy."

"Sorry, can't help it."

"I'll be down in about an hour."

She threaded the suspenders through the knickers and attached some 10 denier barely-black nylons. When she took the dress from the wardrobe she had seen a blonde wig. It looked amazing. much better than the cheap one she had. She took it off the foam head and felt it. It was real human hair. It must have cost hundreds.

She took her time with the makeup, although the expensive stuff on the dressers made her look better than she ever had. Her own makeup was borrowed or from the pound shop. With the wig in place, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She almost sobbed. She looked every inch a woman. The corset made the dress flare out at the hips. The gauze material seemed to float around her legs.

She looked through the selection of shoes. Open-toed strappy sandals? No. She had

painted her nails, but not her toes. Red court shoes would be best. In the end she went for the black ankle boots. They looked raunchy.

It came to her how much fun this was. Choosing her look. She had never really done much beyond choosing which tie to wear as a man. She really loved this.

Peter heard her heels clip-clopping on the wooden stairs. He looked up and saw a vision carefully descending. He had tears in his eyes when shestood beside him.

"You look just like her."

"Sorry, I'll change, I thought you said that..."

"No, silly, that was a compliment. You look so feminine. It's the wig, that all. You are perfect. Wait here I'll be straight back."

Peter came back down holding a red handbag.

"What's that for?"

"We're going out for dinner."

"No, I can't, I've never been out in the daylight before."

"Trust me, no one will think you're a man. They may think about getting into your knickers, but you're mine."

He practically dragged her out to his Porsche. Her stomach was doing flip-flops.

"Don't worry, you don't have to talk. I will order. You just sit there and look pretty."

When they arrived at the quiet country pub, The Three Horseshoes, she was shaking. Peter parked the car and ran around to open her door.

She was in a trance as they walked towards the door. She saw their refection in the window. They made a handsome looking couple.

Again, he opened the door for her. This was another thing that added to her feeling feminine. She loved it. She could live like this every day of her life now if she chose to.

Peter led her to a table in the corner near an open fire. There were only a few people up at the bar, otherwise it was empty. She felt a little calmer now. She remembered to brush her dress under her as she sat. He handbag went on the empty seat next to her. Peter gave her a broad smile.

"You OK babe? You're doing fine."

She looked in his eyes and could see his concern. He really cared. She had not felt that for so long. She could feel herself falling for him. It was not like when she fell in love with her wife. She longed to please him and have him wrap his arms around her and protect her.

As the barman came over to take their order, she crossed her legs and the dress rode up, showing her stocking top.

"Excuse me, can you take our order? Or are you not finished looking at my wife's legs?"

The barman looked embarrassed and fumbled for his order pad.

Peter winked at her, and she stifled a giggle.

They chatted quietly as they waited for the food. Peter touched her hands and gazed into her eyes. David had never had anyone look at him with lust in their eyes. Davina could tell Peter wanted to drag her home and have his way with her. It was so different on the other side of the fence.

She noticed other things too. The smell of her sweet perfume hung in the air around her. The lipstick stain on the glass. All this reeked of femininity she craved. She just had to agree, and this would be her life. She ached for it. However insane it seemed, she wanted it.

"If you agree, you need not do any housework, I could hire a maid if you want."

"No, if I agree I would want to take care of you. Anyway I could be your maid if that turns you on."

Peter laughed at that.

"What you mean is that you have fantasies about being a sexy French maid, don't you?"

On the way back in the car she was relaxed. She was thrilled that she passed easily. She had even used the Ladies and chatted to a women in there. She had asked Davina if she had a hair brush she could use. She had found one in her handbag. The woman had even complimented her hair.

Peter's hand kept straying from the gear stick and brushing her right leg. She felt a jolt of pleasure when he did this. She felt her cock graze the silk of her knickers. It felt so sensual in these clothes. The taut suspenders tugging against her stockings, her feet arched and pointed in the boots. She felt so sexy, she did not want it to end,

ever. It didn't have to end. Did it?

When they were back in the living room of the house, Peter wrapped his arms around her and drew her in for a deep kiss. She looked up into his eyes and melted inside and accepted his invading tongue. His hands cupped her buttocks, hers went around his neck. He broke off the kiss.

"I'm falling in love with you. Please say yes."

She knew now she would. She had lived her life and denied her true nature. She had lived her life to suit others. Well, no more. What time she had left was Davina's.

"Well, that depends on if you can make me come, lover boy."

Peter pushed her back on the sofa. He slipped her dress up to her waist. His hands found Davina's small erect cock poking out of the lace covered leg hole. His mouth went down and sucked in the head.