Sweater Homewrecker Ch. 07

- May I go out now? -- asked Teresa from inside the cowl neck. She startled me because I was slowly falling asleep. Her big collar was still around my crotch. Inside it, her head had leaned aside to my thigh, waiting for me to let her out.

- Yes -- I said, a bit dizzy from the incredible orgasm.

Teresa, still kneeling, slowly pulled the big collar above her head. While opening, the knit seemed like glued -- the white goo inside was stretching from side to side as if an woolen mouth was opening. When her head appeared from its depths, I saw the face was still covered with her hat. She gently arranged her hat and looked at the damages on her outfit.

- So, you have demons, huh?! -- Teresa said while looking at her messed up cowl neck collar. She was trying to wipe the stains but it was almost worthless. The mix of two cumshots and a ton of saliva had soaked deep into the knit and in her chunky hat. Her face was all sweaty, her eyes -- reddish and her voice sounded as if her throat was aching. -- How am I going to appear in front of the others now?

I smiled and just lifted my shoulders innocently.

- Damn it! -- she said when she looked herself in a small mirror. -- Do you really had to do this in public? What we did last night was in private, you know!

I felt her anger but somewhere in this big chest of her I caught immense excitement. I had finally played a sexual game with her. Willingly. And that was hyping her ego. She looked sexy to me and she knew it.

Teresa sprayed herself with a lot of perfume.

- I smell like a fucking cum-dumpster... - she said to herself. -- You planned this from the morning, haven't you? That's why you kept the condom.

- I might have.

- Good. At least I'm now a part of your plans.

- How was the interview?

- How do you think? You almost ruined it -- she kept arranging the messy collar on her chest. -- Do you think people will guess this is sperm on me?

- Probably -- I smiled.

- Very funny! -- she said with a serious face. -- Why don't I text Elena how naughty you are, cheater!

- OK, OK! -- I put my hands like I was giving up.

The cabin's trip reached its end. We stepped out and joined the others.

There was a big trading area around the beginning of the ski slope. It's like the locals were trying to lure us into this sport.

I was busy talking with Nick when I noticed how Tina was staring at Teresa's cowl collar. She seemed disgusted which meant she was guessing what the mess from.

Of course, me and Teresa lied. We said it was from some spilled soda from when the cabin shook. Although most of them seemed to believe, or at least, chose to believe this was the case, I think that Tina still had her doubts.

We ate at some restaurant and went through the forest up the hill in search of a view. It was a well-known tourist path but there weren't many visitors. Most stopped when reaching the ski-slope start point. So we could enjoy an incredible view on our own.

When walking out the forest, before us appeared miles and miles of snowy hills and cozy villages between them. We took some photos and Natalia even posted one of the selfies with all of us on her profile. Now officially Teresa's cummed outfit was placed for eternity on social media.

- When we come back to work, I'll send you better ones -- she whispered while I was looking at the picture.

The late afternoon brought strong wind and the girls were shaking from the cold. So we speeded up and reached the lift before any of us got sick. I couldn't help but notice that Teresa kept cuddling in her big cowlneck in order to warm herself.

While waiting for the cabin, Teresa came near me and asked:

- Are you ashamed of me?

It was a stunning question.

- Why?

- Because you've been avoiding me after drenching me in this... - she showed her cowl neck.

- I wasn't avoiding you.

- Then I want you to kiss me. In front of the others.

- Why? Isn't all of this -- I showed her cowl again -- a proof of what I think about you?

- Yeah, but you're embarrassed of being with me, aren't you?

There was a bit of truth there.

- Listen, I don't want Marko to have to deal with us now. On the edge of bankruptcy, the paper doesn't need two of its employees to have a relationship going on.

- If you don't kiss me in front of them till the end of day, I'll stop wearing sweaters for you.

- Why are being so hysterical about it? You already have me in those damn pictures! I understand in what position I am. I know that I can't escape you.

Teresa was looking at me for a while. Then a cabin arrived and we walked in. This time we were with the others. I could see from Teresa's silence that she was thinking about something, planning and staring at me daringly. I didn't know what to expect.

We came back to the hotel and the girls changed. To my disappointment, Teresa undressed her green cowl neck sweater and came back in a tight blouse. The dinner was ready in about an hour and we sat to eat. The evening was calmer, no dancing because we were all tired from the long walk. I had two shots of tequila and my mind became blurry. Marko and Nick were a fine company but after last night my thoughts were seeking someone else. I felt that I hurt Teresa's feelings by refusing to kiss her in front of the others but it was too risky. I didn't want one of us to lose the job. Marko was a great boss and the work we were doing in the paper was important. In the last year we dug up dirt about two famous politicians revealing their true faces to the people. And I didn't want to stop doing this.

Teresa went to her room before I did. I had no idea what was in her mind but I felt like we needed to talk. But I was too tired myself and just after midnight I went to bed.

I don't know what time it was, but I felt presence in my room. I opened one eye and saw Teresa, still wearing the green stained cowl neck sweater to gently slide under the sheets. I thought it was a dream but then the smell of my own cum on the knit hit me hard.

- I was thinking about you and I dressed it. It smells incredible! -- she whispered in my ear. -- I just don't want to be alone tonight.

I just nodded and smiled. Teresa tucked her forehead under my chin and closed her eyes. I looked at her cute face and enjoyed the feeling of "marked" territory that her sweater was radiating. A thought crossed my mind just before I fell asleep -- Teresa was mine and only mine. And I was beginning to like that.

The next morning I had breakfast with Teresa in my room. She asked about my sweater fetish, wanting to understand it better. I also was curious about her desires but besides "you fucking me passionately" I couldn't get anything else.

That day we took the bus and went back home. Before saying goodbye to her, I kissed her in the middle of the bus station. It was odd, with all these people around. And a part of me still wanted to hide her from my everyday life and from Elena.

When I came home I found out that Elena had taken her clothes and had left the key under the doormat. This was a bad sign. Thankfully, she had left my clothes, not like she said on the phone. Which was a good sign. But the situation wasn't getting any better.

I called Elena on Tuesday to see if everything was fine. She actually sounded nice. She wasn't rude. I could sense that she was calming down when living with her sister and taking the time to think. She said she's reconsidering some things about our relationship. I told her she has all the time in the world.

On Wednesday I spent the lunch break with Teresa. I almost didn't see her the previous two days because we were busy. She was chasing a big story and was mostly out of the office. But when we met, Teresa wasn't happy.

- I need to show you something -- she said. Then she passed me her phone over the table and let me slide the pictures there.

It was Elena. With some tall guy I recognized from her work. The pictures showed them walking to her office where she worked as an accountant. The building was old and a bit creepy. But the new windows showed that there was a working business there.

Elena held the guy's hand when entering the building. It seemed that the photographer closed up to the window on the first floor. From there he had a clear view of what was happening. Elena removed her wool snood and the hat, then slipped off of her jacket. Then the guy closed and helped her with the pants. They both ended up naked. When they started doing it, the photographer stopped shooting.

- I'm sorry! I had to meet an informer in the area and I accidentally saw Elena. Then I decided to follow her and ended up taking the photos.

I looked down. The phone kept showing me pictures from the two of them leaving the building. They were smiling and hugging.

- Damn it! -- I hit the table.

- I don't know what to say! -- she admitted.

I lost my appetite. So that's why Elena was so calm on the phone. Because she was cheating on me. And yet I was trying so hard to resist the sexiest offers I've ever came by.

I looked at Teresa. The fatty wasn't even half sexier compared to Elena. But she was here. And she was willing to indulge my fetish, unlike my cheating whore wife.

That day I barely made it through the workday. My mind was shattered. I knew I couldn't sleep when I came back home. I tried to do some work in the silence of my dining room but I couldn't. I closed my laptop and I called Teresa. I would probably regret my next words, but nevertheless, I said them:

- I want to come by. I want you dominating Elena again!

My car needed to be repaired so why took a cab to Teresa's home. I was hesitating a lot. What she did to me in her hotel room was a devastating experience. I was so afraid of it to happen again. Then why was I trying to repeat it?

It was snowing when I paid the driver and went to ring on Teresa's door. She was living in a small house in a quiet neighborhood. It was dinner time and people were home with their families. While I was about to willingly give up my manhood in a disgraceful act next doors.

When Teresa opened, all hesitation went away. She was wearing a yellow long chunky sweaterdress with oversized turtleneck which was pressing nicely to her cheeks even though it seemed folded multiple times. It left me speechless causing Teresa to laugh.

- I listened carefully when you told me more about your sweater "thing" that Sunday morning.

I still was unable to talk but I managed to enter her home. The door closed behind me.

- Here, you're probably hungry -- she let me into her dining room. On a small table there were some fish and chips and a bowl of salad.

I sat and looked at her. She had the most powerful image of a woman I have ever seen.

- Are you sure about this? -- she asked. I nodded. She seemed worried. -- Listen, I think you're going down a dangerous path. You're opening a door in your sexuality that might be hard to close...

- I want to humiliate Elena -- I said with a lot of trembling anger in my voice. -- Turn me into her. Then do whatever you need.

Teresa was looking at me for a while then said:

- OK! But don't say I didn't warn you!

She stood up and went into her bedroom. Coming back, she was holding her big green cowl neck in which I deepthroated her and left it with two cumshots in the knit.

- As you can see I've prepared. Now dress this! I must warn you not only that I haven't washed it from the weekend, but last night I played with myself in it.

I undressed completely. Then I took the green sweater and its stench shocked me. It was stinking of naughty. When I dressed it and felt its incredible softness, the whole thing just fell off my shoulders. I barely caught it in mid-air and pulled it up. I didn't have Teresa's plump shapes and the sweater was too big for me. But it felt awesome. The very danger of revealing my flat body and my true sex was disturbingly exciting. I walked around in it and realized it was going to be a hard battle for it to stay on me.

Teresa passed me a pair of furry boots.

- They're bigger than my size and would probably fit you.

I put them on with some effort. They were a bit tight but I could walk.

- Now come with me -- Teresa lead me to the bathroom. There she put some gel in my hair, some lipstick on my lips and underlined my eyes with a lot of make-up. I couldn't recognize myself at the end of the process.

Then she went to her bedroom again and came back with a long yellow scarf with very chunky knit. She stood in front of me and placed it on the top of my head. It was wide enough to cover most of my hair. Teresa took several hairpins and started adjusting the scarf on my head. When she was ready, I could feel how tight the hairpins were holding the scarf on my hair. Teresa took the two ends of the yellow scarf, which almost reached my ankles, and said:

- These are you braids, blondy! Take care of them!

I swallowed harshly. Elena was also blond.

Teresa used a lot of perfume to finish my feminization.

I went in front of the mirror. It was a shocking transformation! I was completely altered. It was like seeing a different persona. When you see a man dressed in female clothes you immediately feel that something's wrong in the picture. That the masculinity in somehow in the way of the empty-shelled femininity. But what I was looking in the mirror was a pure sense of a woman.

I let my right shoulder out and looked at it. Elena didn't have big breasts and she would probably look the same if she did this in front of the mirror. I couldn't help but rub my hands on my "blond braids" and I caressed my cheek with the smelly cowl neck.

Then I suddenly felt so calm. All the pressure faded away. After seeing myself in the mirror I couldn't unsee it. I had Elena. I was Elena. And it was time for revenge.