The Wife Ch. 06

I awoke several hours later, darkness had already fallen. My body sore from the deep sleep and residual soreness from the afternoon sex. It took me several moments for it all to come back to me. To remember who I was and where I was. My clothes were stale and stiff. I shed them and moved to the shower. The hot water felt incredible on my sore muscles, washing the stiffness away and bringing a fresh bout of energy.

Once I was clean, I thought to check my phone. I had left it so I wouldn't be distracted, but seeing the large amount of notifications made me wish I had taken it just in case. I scrolled through, deleting most, until I saw a text from Tom. I hadn't expected to hear from him for a while, but I was glad to be hearing from him at all.

'Hey, sexy. I'm back in town early and would love to see you. Needing some company to help me relax after such a long flight. Let's grab a bite.'

I felt my heart rise in my chest, thumping heavily as I texted back.

'Hey, just woke up and showered! Are you just landing?'

Three bubbles popped up as he typed. A surge of relief ran through me, I hadn't missed him.

'No worries, sounds like your ready. Pick you up in 15?'

It's a date!" I sent back.

15 minutes later, Tom was knocking on my door. Right on time, I couldn't help but grin to myself, as nervous and flustered as the first time we had met. Opening the door I was greeted by his kind and gentle smile, his sharp green eyes lighting up when he saw me.

"Why hello there, sexy," Tom said. "Pardon me, I was looking for a friend of mine but seeing you, I might just have to be late."

I giggled, unable to contain the bubbly feeling. Tom cocked his head slightly. He grinned a bit wider as he studied my hair. I had brushed it out since waking up, running some dry shampoo and a holding spray to make it look semi-presentable. James and Dean Williams had really done a number on it.

"Well, decided to embrace your inner Goldilocks, I see," he said.

"Stop it," I giggled again. "You like it?"

"I do," Tom grinned. "It's sexy as hell."

I blushed heavily.

"Are you ready, babe?" he continued. "Because I'm starving and there's this place downtown with a burger I've been craving since I left."

We headed downtown in a rental car he had picked up as he told me about his flight and how awful it had been. Screaming babies, Karen's and their awful attitudes making everything worse, all the way down to having his bag searched at airport security. I listened as he talked, not really absorbing the info, but enjoying the sound of his voice. It was soothing and though I hadn't expected it, it was nice.

The burger joint Tom had been craving turned out to be a small place that was more of a bar with some specialty burgers more than anything. Nicer than I had been expecting but not too nice. It was decorated in red and white stripes, with pictures of Marilyn Monroe everywhere, the floor spotless and the tables made of white linoleum and red table clothes. It was the kind of place that had been around for ages with the same server since 1985 and everyone just knew as the burger joint. Though I had never been in myself. Tom, however, seemed to know everyone, down to the busboy. Which was strange because the place wasn't all that busy. Tom guided me to a booth in the corner and before long our order was placed with the server Tom referred to as Barbie, though her name tag sad Sam.

"Barbie?" I inquired.

"Her middle name," Tom replied. "Don't ask her why, and don't call her that. For some reason she doesn't like it. Nearly killed the last man who used it."

"She let you live though," I asked, suspiciously.

"Like I said, love," He laughed. "Last man who used it nearly died."

His laughter was contagious, filling the room.

"So, what about you?" Tom asked.

"What about me?" I asked, though I knew what he meant.

"Come on, love," he smiled. "What's new? Have you been practicing your moves?"

I hesitated. I wasn't sure how to answer or if he would understand the answer. I wasn't even sure I understood. If I really stopped and thought about it, really slowed it down, what was going on with me. My life had been a roller coaster of action since that morning in Denny's. I had pushed so many boundaries and was continuing finding more to push. I dressed provocatively, and been seduced by my teacher and dean of the school. Why?

Before I knew it, I was telling him everything. From the random disappointing hookups to the dressing femininely to James and Dean Williams tag teaming me in her office. Each detail I recounted turned me on more and more. I could see Tom getting excited too, hanging on every detail, only pausing me when our food arrived.

"Thanks, Barbie."

"Anytime sugar," she replied.

"I'm still not even sure what came over me," I continued. "My head was telling myself that I should be finding a way out of the situation. Something deeper told me to stay and find out more of this dynamic."

"So, she likes to be called 'mommy' and he 'daddy.'" Tom said. "Interesting dynamic you've found yourself in."

"Tell me about it," I laughed.

"Well, when I said to find someone to practice with, I wasn't envisioning you finding an actual teacher," Tom said. "Although, I can't say I'm no envious. The whole situation sounds pretty hot."

I nodded in agreement as I took a big bite of the burger. A raspberry chipotle jam with goat cheese and bacon. The taste was surprisingly good, bursting with flavor as I chewed. Tom studied me as I ate, with a ponderous gaze.

"Can I see it?" Tom asked.

"Can you see what?" I asked perplexed. "My burger?"

"No, sexy," Tom laughed. "Can I see you as Linda?"

I choked. It took several minutes to regain my composure let alone breath, causing Tom to have to give me some pats on the back. I looked around the room through a flash of fear, no one seemed to have heard him. Aside from the side eye of Barbie, concerned of me choking, no one even looked in our direction.

"𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯," I hissed between gasps for air.

"Who here is going to care, love?" Tom responded. "They're not going to care that you crossdress sometimes. They host drag shows here."

"It's...I don't..." I stammered. "Why?"

"Why do they host drag shows?" Tom asked. I gave a look that said, 'Come on.'

"Look, babe, you're sexy as hell," Tom said, running his eyes up and down my body. "I bet that it only gets better when you're Linda. You obviously like it, which makes me want to be a part of it."

"I don't know," I said hesitantly.

"What are you afraid of?" He asked. His question sharp but not mean. Instead, he bore a tone of sincere concern.

"I..." I stammered. "I don't know."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, love," Tom said. "Say the word anytime and we can pull the plug. I'll take Max, too."

My mind was elated, as if it was floating separately from my body high above. Observing the conversation from the ceiling. The desire to model some outfits for Tom did sound appealing. I hadn't had anyone other than James to bounce outfit ideas off of and having the second opinion could be nice. Although this wasn't exactly how I'd pictured the evening going.

Tom continued watching me, waiting for me to answer. His green eyes held the same familiar sincerity, kindness, and hunger he had had in that hotel so many months ago. Had it really been so long? He had been the one to set me on this path. What 𝘸𝘢𝘴 I so afraid of?

"Alright," I said, blushing. "I'll show you Linda."

Tom smiled and reached over to grip my hand comfortingly. He waved Barbie down. Maybe it was my imagination, but she almost seemed to have a knowing smile on her face as Tom paid the check.

"Could we get these to go?"

Half an hour later and we were back at my place. As we entered the small apartment, I'd suddenly wished I had cleaned up a bit more before I left, although time hadn't really been available. It wasn't disgusting but just messy enough to be embarrassing. The clothes from that afternoon strewn about, a few of the various bras and panties that I had left rushing to and from class and my other 'extracurricular' activities. I snatched a few of the most noticeable, tossing them in the wash.

"Um...Make yourself at home," I said. "I'm sorry it's a mess. I wasn't really expecting company here."

"No worries, babe," Tom said sinking into the couch. "I've seen far worse."

I blushed with embarrassment again.

"Well, it takes a minute for me to get ready," I said. "Can I get you a beer while you wait?"

Tom smiled generously, his excitement obviously growing.

"Mmmm," he said. "You come with all the perks, don't you."

I just smiled back. "For you handsome, anything."

I handed off the beer. With Tom situated and my nerves growing, I chose my outfit. There were several to choose from making it hard to choose, though there was the added benefit that they were all new for Tom. I went back and forth for a minute, debating between a black off the shoulder dress or a navy blue empire dress before settling on the off the shoulder. The smooth fabric flowed effortlessly as I set it to the side. I started by the padded bra and a matching set of panties. Black with a little bit of lace.

'Thank God I already shaved,' I thought to myself as I pulled on a pair of nylon stockings over my smooth legs. I attached them to the panties with a garter belt I hadn't had the opportunity to wear yet, holding them securely. I couldn't help but feel elated with each passing step. The desire to look pretty not just for Tom, but for myself grew in intensity. I pulled out the makeup kit James had given me to apply a bit of makeup.

Maybe it was a in the moment thing, or maybe the excitement I was feeling that brightened my view on it, but I didn't seem to have any problem reapplying the makeup. I retraced the same steps I had taken that morning and it seemed to turn out even better than before.

The final touch, I pulled on the dress, letting the fabric fall past my knees. I paused to examine myself in the mirror, as I had done each time. Air caught in my throat as I gasped softly. Was it just the dress? In that minute, despite having seen myself like this a dozen different ways by then, I couldn't see Max. I could only see Linda. Just as this morning but now with a new sense of vision. Now it had a name.

"Hello, Linda," I said to the lady in the mirror.

With one final glance, I headed back out of the room. Tom had waited long enough. When he came into view, the beer had been finished and he was busying himself with examining some of my photos, which wasn't a lot, unaware I had returned. I was about to say something but I stopped. My voice. My voice was still Max. Should I try to speak in a higher voice? No. That would sound weird. Tom must have heard my thoughts as he turned around to see me. As his gaze washed over me, my own breath caught in my throat again.

"Holy smokes," Tom exclaimed. "You look fucking amazing!"

He checked his watch.

"Only 44 minutes too," he chuckled.

I blushed, his appraising demeanor melting away my hesitations.

"Why thank you, handsome," I said softly.

"I must admit, I do get nervous around pretty women," Tom smiled playfully.

"Stop it," I said, blushing harder. "I'm not that pretty, I still have a lot to learn with the makeup and..."

Tom silenced me, grabbing my waist and pulling me in so our bodies were pressed against each other, his free hand running up to the back of my head and interlacing in my hair. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp as he was suddenly kissing me. His tongue wasting no time in exploring my mouth. I sank into his arms, letting myself kiss him back. His cologne's intoxicating scent washing through my sinus's and warming me from head to toe.

I don't know how long we kissed like that. Seemed like eternity by the time he finally pulled back, while still pressing his body against mine. I was pleased to feel him harden through his jeans, my own excitedness mixing in with his. I'd almost forgotten how big it felt compared to mine. My asshole twitching, eager to receive it's size and fulfillment.

"Never tell yourself you're not pretty," Tom said. "You are gorgeous."

With that Tom swept me up into his arms, catching me off guard. He carried me into my bedroom, and straight to my bed. It wasn't a hotel bed, nothing so fancy but it was big enough for both of us as he laid me gently on it before joining me and pulling me in for another kiss. I kissed fervently back, eager for his taste, his smell. My hands ran over his muscular chest, exploring it's familiarity as his hands did the same to me.

Eventually I found the firmness of his ass, clenching it in my hands. I pulled him closer feeling his manhood brush against me. I couldn't wait anymore, I had to find his belt. Toms hands moved from my hips to mine and guided them to his crotch. I unzipped his jeans and with his help my hands entered in through the small gap it made. He wasn't wearing any underwear which made it super easy to begin stroking him. Each throb pushing his cock head against his jeans.

As soon as my hand touched him, his kissing intensified, each breath more wavy than the last. I let my hand travel south to massage his balls, causing him to squirm but he didn't pull away. They were heavy, begging me to unload them, reacting to my touch. I squeezed them gently and Tom moaned. I could only imagine what was going through his head as I held him in my palm.

I didn't get to ponder it long as he pushed me back so he could take off jeans finally freeing his fully erect cock. Then he was moving on top of me, pushing the hem of the dress up exposing my bulge pressed panties.

"Goddamn, Linda," Tom breathed. "I need to fuck you now. I've been waiting for this for weeks!"

He pushed the panties to the side, sliding in to my welcoming ass. I gasped as he entered. Either he was bigger than last time or I was misremembering. With the first thrust, I made up my mind that he was in fact bigger than last time. Strings of pleasure surged through my body as Tom pushed into me over and over. I felt myself sinking further and further into my mattress as he pumped.

Tom and I locked eyes, our breathing synchronizing. His intensely green eyes probed into me, making sure each move he made, each breath I took was one of pleasure. He made sure that he was the one providing each orgasmic feeling. It wasn't long before I felt him tense up, picking up the pace as he neared orgasm.

"Shit baby, I'm about to cum," Tom breathed, pressing himself down onto me, covering me like a blanket.

"Fill me up baby," I groaned. I wrapped my arms around him. The intensity of his powerful thrusts were so powerful, that I needed to hold on to keep my head from banging too much on the headboard.

"I need you to cum in me," I said. "Please, Tom, please. Cum inside my ass."

"OHH," Tom moaned. "Oh, I'm cumming! Here it comes, sexy!"

There was a sudden warmth in my ass, which gradually trickled out and down my cheeks. He gave one final push in me as he did, ensuring that every last drop deposited in me. For half a second we laid there, but I didn't want to wait. There was more in there and I was determined to milk every last drop I could from this man.

With great effort I pushed him off of me and onto his back, clamoring on top of him. He looked at me with surprise but understood what was about to happen and helped me move. Reaching down I was glad to find he hadn't lost his erection. I repositioned his dick back at my entrance, which was easier to take now that it was stretched and lubricated with his cum, but still made my breath catch in my throat as it slid back in.

"Is that all you got for me, sexy," I asked seductively.

"I got plenty more where that came from, love," Tom said. "Show me that you want it."

I did. I couldn't recall in that moment anything I had ever wanted more. I bucked my hips against his throbbing erection. Every move causing him to groan in pleasure as he watched. His hands roamed around my body, my dress's long skirt covering our immodesty.

"I want it," I said. "I want you to make me come from riding you."

"Oh?" Tom said. "Would this help?"

Holding my hip with one hand, his other reached under my dress to find my cock still pushing against the panties. I expected him to take them off but instead, he began rubbing the fabric where the head of my cock met the panties. Pleasure shot through me in an unfamiliar way. The feeling of the fabric combined with the pressure from his hand sent me bucking away faster and faster. The bed shook so vigorously I briefly worried we'd fuck it apart, but the worry was quickly washed away by the pleasure surging through every fiber of my being.

"Oh, fuck, babes," Tom said. "You're all wet for me. You must have really missed this dick."

All I could do was whimper in response, all my focus on the pace of my hips, the pressure on my cock, and the fullness of my ass. A small noise, soft and low escaped my lips. Tom smiled.

"You like that?" He asked. "Do you like me playing with your dick. Such a pretty dick for a pretty lady. Do me a favor, I want to feel it explode through your panties. Cum for me Linda, cum with me."

I bucked my hips as fast as I could, barely able to keep my focus on his words let alone anything else.

"It's so hard," Tom said, breathing fast again. "Your ass is like heaven, sexy. Don't stop riding that dick. Ride until you ruin these pretty panties. FUCKING CUM ALL OVER THEM, LINDA!"

He said these last words through the gritted teeth of an orgasm. For the second time that night, he shot rope after rope of cum into me, sending me overboard. He didn't stop massaging the head of my cock as I came. I screamed, so loud it reverberated back to me, filling my head numbly with sound us orgasming at the same time. He didn't stop massaging and I didn't stop bucking until every last drop poured from our groins.

After the last throb of his cock, and both of us quickly going soft again, I fell forward face first into the pillow. Tom caught me and pulled me down into a tight embrace. His lips found mine, his kiss filling me with the warmth of satisfaction. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were hazy and before long, we passed out in each other's arms, cuddling in the cum stained sheets.

I awoke early to sunlight peeking through the blinds of my window. Tom lay sleeping silently beside me. He still had me in his arms and at some point in the night had become the big spoon. He breathed silently, his chest rising and falling in the golden morning sun. I laid there, soaking in the warmth he and the sun provided. It was serene and calm and I looked around the bedroom with a new light. It seemed almost homier, smaller too.

I got up when the morning need for the bathroom hit me, carefully as to not wake Tom. I removed the dress, which after the night of sex and sleeping in it was a little stiff. I would need to dry clean this one. I silently searched the room cleaning up all the clutter as I went. Eventually I found a tank top and some booty short shorts to put on instead. I kept the bra on. Something about it seemed to feel right. Tom wanted to see Linda and now so did I.

Who was Linda? Why did I create her? These type of questions seemed to be becoming more prominent in my mind. Eating up my focus. The name would repeat itself every time I saw my reflection or when I did my makeup or shaved my legs. This feeling didn't bother me but it was perplexing. Especially since I couldn't nail down what the feeling exactly was. Elation? Fear? Horniness? Was Linda just a personification of my horniness, or was it more?

I tore my eyes away from the mirror to see Tom, still sleeping. I needed to distract myself. There would be time for these thoughts later, I told myself. Without really any thought behind it, I went to the kitchen. If you could call it that, my apartment wasn't exactly state of the art. I cracked open my fridge and removed some ingredients. I wanted to make breakfast, something I hadn't really had a lot of time for, but was experienced and confident enough to make something.