Finding Rachel

Claire put her hand to her breast in mock outrage. 'I'm more than enough for Alan, thank you very much'. Marie let out a cackle, and continued to shuffle along, wishing us all the best and mumbling to herself. We shared a look, and hurried along.

Soon, we were a few streets from home, bordering on a large park. We hadn't run into anyone else we knew, but a man walked from the park to pass close by us. I saw him give Claire the once over, then saw him do the same to me, before he gave us both a wink!

'Someone's popular', Claire said.

'If he only knew'.

Claire dragged me further into the dark green of the park, before turning to kiss me.

'He wanted to fuck you, you know that?'

'I'm sure he wanted to fuck you too', I replied.

'Probably. He probably wanted both of us, together. Could you imagine that? Imagine we both had to kneel, right here, in front of him'. My cock had been growing since she kissed me, but now it shot to full attention, poking obscenely out of my skirt. Claire reached for it, and started stroking me, never missing a beat. 'We'd have to work quick, to make sure it didn't take long. Can you imagine getting caught sucking a cock with your wife? You could suck the head and I could work his shaft. Or maybe both of us could lick the head at the same time'. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, sliding over mine, working sensuously as if there was a soft, warm cock head between us. She broke the kiss. 'You'd have to suck him deep. I know you can do it. I've seen you with the vibrator. You could take him deep and then when you need a break, I can take over. Then you can switch back, just in time to suck up all his cum'.

'Oh fuck, I'm -' I couldn't get the words out. My knees buckled as I shot a huge load into the grass nearby. Claire lifted her hand, licking some excess cum off it, before offering the rest to me. I accepted, lapping it up while staring into her eyes.

'Oh Rachel. Does Alan know his cousin is such a cum slut? Let's hope no one ever finds out. No one but me. And maybe a lucky guy or two'. Her eyes sparkled in the street lights.

She tucked me back in, and took my arm. 'We're going to have to work on your cock poking out of those nice panties I bought you. It's unbecoming. I bought something that might help, but it's a step we haven't taken before'.

'Something to keep it tucked down?'

'Something like that. I asked for that in the sex shop, and you know, they said I could have a gaff, which helps you tuck. Or I could have a little cage'.

'A cage?'

'It goes over your cock and stops you from getting hard'.

'I can guess which one you got'.

'Clever girl. We can't have any accidents'.

'Cages sound... a little much'.

'Are you sure you don't want to try it?'

'For you?' I whispered. 'I'll try anything'.

'Right answer'. My wife kissed me, and we walked home, arm in arm.

* * * * *

Claire left for work the next day and my will broke immediately. I put on my make-up, panties, wig, skirt and blouse, and sat down to work as Rachel. Being her felt so freeing, and so sexy. I found myself running my hands over my smooth legs, up to the bulge in my panties. Fifteen minutes into the working day, I had to take a cum break. I thought about Claire making me cum last night. The thoughts she put into my mind, sucking a cock. A real cock, in my mouth. Pulsing, hard, throbbing. Pre-cum on the head, lapping it with my tongue. I ran my thumb over the head of my cock, bringing the salty nectar to my lips. I stroked more, faster, thinking about sucking cock. Sucking with Claire, sucking alone, it didn't matter. It was too hot. I thought about hot cum in my mouth, and ropes flew from my own wildly pulsing dick, landing on my legs, hand, and the floor. I had cum in two minutes.

I brought my hand to my mouth, cleaning the mess from my hand, scooping some of the remainder from my legs onto my tongue. I cleaned up, and sat back down to work.

Thirty minutes later, I was at it again. This time, it took longer, but not by much. I thought of Claire sucking cock with me, the hard dick in her mouth as she looked into my eyes, as they closed in pleasure. Kissing me with a mouthful of cum. Both of us cleaning her spit and his cum from the cock - ah! My second load of the morning was smaller, but not by much. I savoured what I could, cleaned the rest, and tried to focus. I knew I could change clothes, become Alan again. But Rachel was so much more fun.

I managed to wait until the early afternoon for my third load of the day, barely able to hold back long enough to eat my lunch before flailing away. I noticed that all the images of the cock in my mind never came with a man attached, not really; it was all about the hardness. I was fine with this. It was only a fantasy, wasn't it?

Claire came home at the usual time, grinning at the sight of me. 'Have a nice day Rachel?'

'It was great', I said, kissing her.

She paused. Sniffed. Leaned in and sniffed again.

'Someone's been enjoying some cum'. I reddened. 'How many times?'

'Four'. I had allowed myself another just before she came home.

'Four! You slut! Were you thinking about last night?' I nodded. 'The walk?' I hesitated. 'Or what we talked about at the end?' My blush deepened again in answer, and she gave a delighted laugh. 'You really are filthy. Come on. Wash your tongue'. She sat down on the couch, hiked up her skirt, spread her legs and pulled her panties to one side. I dove in, and she caressed my hair as I ate her to orgasm. By the time I finished, I was hard again, if a little raw from so much activity.

Satisfied, we finally ate food. Claire wanted to repeat the walk that night, but I begged off.

The next day I worked as Rachel. I only came three times, but again I ate Claire as she came home, and again, she wanted to take a walk with Rachel. I declined.

The third time, she put her foot down. 'If you don't tell me why you won't walk right now, I will give you a thorough spanking young lady!'

I couldn't help but giggle.

'I'm worried about getting hard, and I'm really worried about putting my cock in a cage'.

Claire came to wrap me in her arms. 'I'll show you the cage. But really, don't worry. It's only when we need it. If you ever really want it off, even if we're outside somewhere, just tell me'.

'Any time?'

'Any time. Just say the magic word'.

'Please?'

'No, "sausages"'. We both laughed. 'But really', she continued. 'Just say sausages, and I'll know you mean it'.

'Okay. I'll try it'.

Claire jumped up, clapped her hands, and ran to the bedroom. When she came back, what she held made my cock shrivel. It looked like a torture device; all metal rings and loops.

'I know it looks scary, but it's easy. I watched some videos. Lift your skirt, please'.

I obliged. Claire slathered a small amount of lube over my fear-shrivelled cock and balls, and pulled my sac through a metal hoop, pushing a ring up against the base of my dick, and pulling my member through. The chilled metal encircled my whole package. I gulped, as she moved the short, bent cylinder of hoops closer. My cock twitched at the sheer kink of the situation, earning a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Claire closed the gap, slipping my dick into the cage, pushing it down, before completing the arrangement, inserting a tiny lock and taking out the key.

'Is it comfortable?'

'Yeah, mostly. It's a little heavy maybe?'

'Well, see how it fits. Wear it for a little while'. She let my skirt flop down, pushed me back, and sat down next to me. She nuzzled into me, and kissed my neck. I felt the familiar stirrings below; the cage did nothing so far. She ran a hand up my smooth thighs, and with her other pulled me in for a searing kiss. Her roaming hand snaked higher, close to my crotch, flitting from place to place, teasing me. I felt myself getting harder, but my erection couldn't get more than halfway before being restrained. Claire's hand cupped my cage, feeling my balls, and the few snatches of my cock which were struggling through the cage. She gave it a shake, sending wonderful feeling through me, before standing.

'Stand', she commanded. I obliged. She dragged me to the mirror. 'Are you horny? Are you thinking naughty thoughts?' I nodded. 'Good. Look'. I saw myself, and my eyes went to my cock tenting my skirt. Or rather, where it should have been. Instead, nothing was visible under the pleats.

'Wow, this is great!'

'I'm glad you like it. Still comfortable?'

'It's a little tight'.

'That's cause you've filled it up. Just wait. Once you calm down you'll forget it's there. Now, let's go!'

Claire took me by the arm and paraded me. We waved to Marie as we passed, roaming through the twilit streets. Just after dark, we reached the park again.

'Isn't this familiar?' Claire said with a wink. 'Are you thinking about it again?'

'Of course I am now!'

'Aww, poor baby. Can't stop thinking about big, hard, cock'. She whispered this into my ear, as her hand cupped my cage again. 'Are you thinking about us both working a cock together again? Are you thinking about his cum in your mouth?' I moaned. 'I can tell it's making you hard. Or trying to. It's like you're a real girl now, no cock to worry about. Any man who sees you knows you're a girl. This is more like my clit than your cock isn't it?'

Claire sank to her knees before me, and put her head under my skirt. The sensation of her tongue slipping over my cage, sometimes flashing against the skin of my cock, was so different to anything I'd felt before. Knowing I couldn't stroke, or be stroked, made the physical and mental feeling completely change.

She stood again, kissing a small amount of pre-cum into my mouth. 'Why don't we take this home?'

We practically scurried back to our house, and I was thankful for the practice I'd had in my heels. We kissed passionately just inside the door, tearing at one another's clothes. In no time, we were both naked, though Claire hadn't yet removed my cage. In fact, I couldn't even tell where she'd put the key. She posed the question as I sucked on her nipples.

'Want to try something different?'

I paused. 'Like what?'

'When I said your cage is more like a clit, that wasn't out of nowhere. In fact, it says that on the box. "Make his cock a clit". It got me thinking how good it feels on my clit when I use the vibrator. Wanna try it?' The thought seemed so strange to me. I didn't have a clit, not really. Surely it would be too strange. Surely I couldn't cum, either. But, if Claire wanted to try it...

'Okay, let's try'.

She squeaked with delight, dragging me to the bedroom. She landed on the bed, crawling across it to her bed-side cabinet, and pulled the high-powered wand we bought some years ago from it. As she bent over, I could see she was practically dripping. I couldn't help but smile. If it was turning her on so much, trying something new wasn't a high price to pay. Surely she had sucked me off enough over the years to justify something in return. She did it for my enjoyment.

I thought of my own recent enjoyment of the illicit thoughts of a cock in my mouth.

Mostly for my enjoyment.

'Got it!' She shouted. 'Lie back Rachel, and spread your legs'. I did as she said, and she lay next to me. She kissed me, and the wand buzzed to life. She brought it down directly on the head of my caged cock, and I jumped with a squeak. 'Sorry!' she said, 'I should have known, it can be too much for me, too'.

She moved it back to the base of the cage, where my cock met my body. The vibrations travelled through the cage and into me, up and down. The feeling was so strange, but so intense. I moaned. She moved the wand around, listening to me, finding my sweet spots through my moans, eventually finding the spot that had me panting.

'Does that feel good Rachel? Do you like having a clit?'

I nodded.

'Say it'.

'I like... having a clit'. My face burned, but I couldn't deny how turned on I was. Clearly, it affected Claire too. She leaned in, kissing me deeply, tongue lashing against mine. I moaned into her mouth, approaching something that might be an orgasm. It came on quickly, one moment nothing, the next an eruption that tingled over my entire body, and what felt like a single, huge, hot splash of cum. Claire moved the wand just so, rotating back to one of the less sensitive spots.

'Good girl'. She reached down, and came back with a huge load of cum. 'See how much you enjoyed it?' I automatically licked up the mess as she brought it to my mouth, and even the taste was different. Sweeter, somehow. Or maybe I was just getting used to it. I kissed her, my residue still on my tongue.

'That was fun, wasn't it?' Claire said. 'But now, I need some dick. Where's your key?'

My body grew cold. 'I... I thought you had it?'

Visions of a life locked up flashed through my head, or calling a locksmith and dying of humiliation.

'Oh yeah. Here it is'. She reached over to the cabinet, retrieved the key, and had me unlocked quickly. In spite of the fear and the recent orgasm, I was quickly hard and ready to go again. I crawled up the bed to Claire, brushing my wig from my eyes, and diving into her pussy. I licked and sucked her clit, wondering if it felt like it did for me in the cage. I kissed my way up her body, capturing a nipple, before sliding into her. Me made love, slowly, each reassuring the other that we loved each other, no matter what. The recent experiences had only brought us closer, deepening the bond of trust between us. I came deep within her, and we rolled over, falling into a deep sleep.

* * * * *

The next day started with the recent normal, with the difference that I became Rachel before Claire left. She kissed me goodbye, careful not to smear our make-up, and I sat down to work.

My thoughts drifted to the cage. Putting it on felt so terrifying, but so hot. I couldn't hold out, rushing to get it, and in a few minutes I had locked myself tightly. At least, I thought, I won't jerk off so much. I found, however, that I simply could not stop thinking about it. I didn't want to take it off, necessarily, but I couldn't stop thinking about my cock, in a cage. My clit, in a cage. How I'd never felt so womanly, or so horny. Even though I couldn't get hard, I was so turned on. I lasted only a few minutes more before dashing to get the wand. It only took a moment to find the spot Claire had, though, somehow, it felt better when she did it. I let my thoughts drift, thinking of Claire last night. Thinking of us, together, with a cock. Thinking of her playing with my clit while I sucked a big, hot load...

The orgasm was just as intense and bizarre as the night before. I saw myself, this time, pulsing in my cage, cum jetting out in a fountain. The very sight made me spurt again, before collapsing back.

I cleaned myself up, and decided, on a whim, to leave the cage on. After release, I did indeed find that I forgot I had it on. Forgot entirely until Claire came home. She walked up behind me at my desk, and kissed me as I froze, remembering.

'Everything okay?'

'Umm'.

She looked quizzically at me, then noticed the wand, still lying nearby. 'Oh. Oh you didn't! Did you?'

She flipped my skirt up, and let out a giggle. 'Rachel, you really are so kinky'.

'Hush, you'.

She looked me dead in the eyes. 'I love it. Really. Come'. She dragged me by the hand to the bedroom, picking up the wand on the way. She kissed me deeply, not even bothering to get undressed, and pushed me back on the bed. She straddled me, and lifted her skirt, revealing nothing underneath. 'I soaked my panties on the way home, thinking about you. And something this hot didn't even cross my mind'.

The wand flared to life, and she brought it to her clit with a gasp of pleasure. She flipped up my skirt and slowly sank down, trapping the wand between us, directly on the most sensitive part of my own clit. I moaned, and Claire leaned in for a kiss. We ground together, the buzzing wand and her soft sex brushing against me, sending me higher. Claire came first, panting, hips thrusting. A flood of wetness coated me, sending me over the edge, hot cum spraying against her.

Claire flicked off the wand, lay on top of me, and continued to grind. 'Dick now, please. Go get your key'. I squirmed out from under her and sprang away, hunting for it. When I came back, Claire had her vibrator deep inside her. 'I couldn't wait', she said, slamming it wetly inside her. 'It feels so good. Maybe you should try it'. She winked at me before grabbing the key and unlocking my clit, turning it back into a still-soft cock. She sucked me into her mouth, dual-action tongue cleaning and stimulating all at once to pull me back to full hardness.

She fell onto her back, pulling me down. I followed her, kissing her deeply, and sliding inside her, eager to use what had been forbidden. 'So you like it?', she asked, panting.

'Yeah, you feel amazing'.

'I mean the cage'. I stopped thrusting while my thoughts raced. 'Do you like having a clit instead?'

'It makes me feel more like Rachel'.

'Mmm, that's good. Back to it'. She wrapped her legs around me, and urged me on. 'I think you should wear it more. The thought of it makes me so wet'.

'Really? Why?'

'It's like you're giving up your manliness, just for a little while, to be a girl for me. My girl. My perfect, sexy girl'. Her breathing grew harsh as she spoke, building towards another orgasm.

'I'll be a girl any time you want Claire', I said with a wink.

She came, hard, kissing me deeply, and her hot warmth clamping down on me drove me to my own peak.

We flopped down next to one another, and dozed for a little while, cuddled tightly together. After dinner, things seemed normal, but I couldn't shake the urge. I went back to the bedroom, got the cage, and clipped it back on. Claire seemed to sense it in the air, and when I came back, slid her hand up to cup me. We went no further; we were simply content to be a couple of girls in love.

That was the first night I slept in the cage, and it was surprisingly comfortable. Later, after some research, I knew I was very lucky; the cage I'd gotten was the perfect size. I woke up once with an erection straining at the cage, but it soon faded. In the morning, I made quite a mess before remembering that, as Rachel, I had to sit down to pee.

I slipped on my girl clothes, and went to have breakfast with my wife. The day proceeded as the new normal. Thirty minutes of work. Blinding horniness.

I had left the key at the other end of the house, deliberately. I was committed. So I grabbed the wand, and in short order I was thinking about the same things I did these days. Claire, grinding against me. Claire, calling me her good girl. Claire, sucking a big fat cock with me. I moaned, involuntarily, and my mouth stayed open longer than normal, seemingly of its own accord.

I couldn't hold out, racing to Claire's bed-side cabinet, and pulling out her vibrator. The fleshtone vibrator was roughly the same size as me, when I wasn't currently equipped with a clit. As I brought it to my lips, I realised again just how big it was. I gave it a tentative lick, as I had some nights before. It didn't taste of much. I licked again, allowing my lips to caress the firm head. Again, deeper, and it was in my mouth again. I pushed it deeply, and knelt by the bed, sucking for all I was worth while the wand worked its magic.

The images and thoughts in my head sent me into a dizzying spiral. The cock in my mouth surely wasn't real, but it was real enough. I envisioned Claire licking the shaft, urging me on. I imagined the cock twitching in pleasure, ready to burst, leaking into my mouth. I felt it cum in my mouth, seconds before I came hard. I sat back, and was wracked with an unsettled feeling.