Forced To Live a Woman's Life

I don't know if I want this? I'm on my back in his large double bed. I taste my smeared lipstick and smell my Eternity perfume. He loves it which is why I wear it.

He looks down at me with an expression of lust and dominance.

"Baby, you've got me so dammed hard. You're perfect."

He leans in and kisses me as my stockinged legs part to allow his body to press mine into the mattress. His tongue finds mine, and tickles the roof of my mouth.

He sits back on his knees and puts his large hands under my knees. My legs are lifted vertically and I can see my shiny black thigh high boots pointing towards the ceiling. Mathew loves me wearing these. He calls them my "fuck me" boots. My legs do look amazing in them.

Mathew moves forward again and supports my knees over his shoulders. I'm careful to avoid my six inch heels catching his back. His large hands are busy now. They pop the fasteners on my lace trimmed cami-knickers.

My manhood falls free. I'm only semi stiff. He doesn't care.

"Mm mm, My kind of woman."

Both his hands return to my bare thighs above my stocking tops. Then they gradually caress my body through the silk until he reaches my nipples. The feel of the silk rubbing across both nipples draws a gasp from me. I instantly get hard.

Mathew notices.

"Such a girl's reaction. You love me playing with your tits. We will see about getting you a real pair later."

He grasps both of my buttocks and lifts them off the bed. In one swift movement he's inside me. Eight inches pistoning down into me. I groan and cry out, in pain and pleasure as he drives my body into the bed. This went on for five minutes or more. I could feel myself leaking as I was milked by his cock grazing my prostate.

Suddenly I feel him start to release inside me, he cries out and I know it's over, well at least until tomorrow morning when he will want a "quickie" before going to work.

I undress and go and clean up. When I have changed into my red negligee and knickers I return to bed to find him turned to the wall snoring. I'm not upset as I really don't feel like talking tonight.

I lay awake remembering what led me here.

Mathew was my best friend at school. We met in senior school and had the same taste in music. We used to share CD's and spend hours with each other in his room, copying the tracks we liked.

One week when we were both in our early twenties, his mother and older sister had gone to visit his grandmother. We used to play fight often as guys do. This time we had a tickle fight that ended with him on top of me. I knew it would happen. He was over six foot, I'm five foot six.

As he sat on my groin and tickled me until I cried, I noticed a look in his eyes. Out of nowhere he lent forward and kissed me. I had always fancied him and returned his kiss passionately.

I had never really thought about sex. I liked girls, but I was also attracted to masculine men. He lifted me up and led me towards his parents double bed. We both stripped and fondled each other.

He went to his mother's top draw and picked out a black bra and knickers. I couldn't help myself the idea of wearing his mother's clothes felt so naughty. We made love for three hours that day.

We carried on like this until I was twenty. I often wore his sister's and sometimes my mother's clothes. When I met Sarah at work and fell in love, I realized that what I had with Mathew was just lust.

He took it well, and was even best man at our wedding. When I moved to London we lost touch. I had a new life and new friends. I thought my fling with Mathew was just a blip.

I lived a charmed life for ten years, I was happy. Then one day coming back from a work function Sarah was killed by a hit and run driver. He was caught though CCTV and arrested. His father was a millionaire and one of the policemen had told me he was high on cocaine when he hit my wife. He suspected as his father had friends in high places that he would get off with a large fine.

I considered suicide, but I wanted revenge. This man had destroyed my life. I would destroy his. I hadn't shaved or washed since she died. So when I went to look for a gun on the streets of Tottenham, I must have looked like a messed-up drug user. The gun cost me three thousand pounds. I didn't care.

My plan worked. I had dressed in my wife's clothes and put a wig, sunglasses and makeup in a bag. Then I pulled on a pair of track suit bottoms and a hoodie. I went to the library opposite the court and waited in the upstairs window, waiting for him to arrive.

I shot five times and hit him twice. I quickly removed my large hoodie and trousers. Underneath I had a woman's coat and a dress. I put on the wig and glasses, and was running down the stairs screaming when the police came into the building. They quickly evacuated me with rest of the people in library.

A I left I could hear them demand the man in the empty room surrender.

I wandered away to the train station. I had drawn all my remaining money out of the bank and headed to see Mathew. My plan ended there. I would stay with him for a day, then go on the run. I hadn't seen him for years. The last time I spoke to him was five years before. His mother had died and his sister had moved to Canada.

Luckily he was still alone. He had seen the news report and was worried about my being with him. He told me I could stay the night, but must leave I the morning.

He went out to get us a takeaway and return with a case of beer. Four hours later we were both d*unk and we realized how much we missed each other. He pushed me back into the sofa and tickled me. We had a repeat of what happened over ten years before.

He went into his sister's room and returned with a pair of knickers she had left behind. The next morning, we both woke up with hangovers. I went downstairs and made breakfast and coffee and took it up to him.

"I could get used to this. Let me run an idea by you Simon."

He told me if I stayed as a man, I may a get caught and implicate him. If I dressed as a woman, and became Simone, I'd be safe as the police weren't looking for a woman. His sister had left plenty of clothes and we could order the rest online. I needed to refine my mannerisms and makeup, but he was sure I'd pass.

I agreed. Now I am in all practical sense a suburban housewife. He likes me to dress in feminine clothing, and wear sexy underwear for him. He wants sex at least twice a day.

I get to wear nice clothes. The housework is fairly easy so I have time to read and shop. He takes me out a few times a week for meals. I should be grateful. This was a life many women lived.

It's just I don't know if I want this?