Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 21:01:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marty S <captgravity@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Tennis Anyone

This story contains TG themes and depicts acts of sex and is not intended
to be viewed by minors.

Marty S


TENNIS ANYONE


	The airline check-in girl must have thought my wife Kelly was a
real cloths horse. She checked the two large suitcases and I checked my one
very small case. It did look like a lot of cloths for only a one-week trip
to Laughlin, Nevada but the airline people didn't need to know the whole
story.

	For several months now, my wife Kelly and I had been having theme
nights in the bedroom to spice up our marriage. We are both in our thirties
and have been together for twelve years. We wanted to shake up the routine
as we loved each other very much and thought it would help us stay hot for
each other. On one of these occasions she got me dressed up like a woman
and she got dressed up like a man and we switched roles. This included an
extra attachment on her nicknamed "Mr. Big" who was 9" long and very
thick. I played my role to the limit and was deflowered by my wife who was
doing her best to look masculine in a grey zoot suit, fedora, penciled on
moustache, and her hair up tight under the hat. Despite her outfit, her
sexy figure and feminine features were not masked well. This was fine with
me; I enjoyed her effort. I on the other hand looked smoking hot as a
woman. Kelly had found a pretty black wig with Darla curls that contrasted
nicely with my pale skin and blue eyes. She did my makeup to the nines,
which included false eyelashes, nails, eyeliner, red-hot lipstick, blush,
and the works. The outfit was a slinky red dress, black stockings, garter
belt, black platform shoes and a black choker. I still remember Kelly
whispering in my ear, telling me how sexy I was as she fucked me from
behind.

	Since that night, our monthly theme night turned into dress me in
drag night. Kelly loved doing me up as a girl and we started buying
different outfits each month for me including a schoolgirl outfit,
cheerleader outfit, several cocktail dresses, a leather outfit, and many
others. She even insisted on having me shave my legs and all for each dress
up night to make the effect even more realistic. We bought corsets and
false boobs made of silicone to enhance my figure too. Each month I seemed
to look more and more like a real woman. In the mirror, I could hardly
believe it myself. Even with my sexy, hottie wife standing next to me
dressed up and made up herself, I looked hot. A couple times she commented
that I looked hotter than her. Sometimes Kelly would get dressed up as a
man for theme nights but most of the time she liked to play 'girlfriends'
and we would have a hot night of lesbian love. I loved these nights the
most as we played our roles fully. We often videotaped our sessions to
watch later on. Sometimes I think that Kelly would like to try a 'real'
girl but was happy to use me as a substitute.

	When we planned our mid winter trip, I noticed on the calendar that
theme night was going to fall on our second day of the trip. I was prepared
to put it off for one month, as much as it disappointed me to do so, but
Kelly suggested bringing a few things and having it while away on our trip.
It turned me on to think of doing it outside of our home. I let Kelly
decide on what to bring for me. I know that my wife usually packs a lot of
luggage but two huge suitcases full and the video camera was making my mind
spin at what might be in there.

	We checked into our hotel on arrival, a huge resort, with casino,
pools, tennis courts, the works. Our room was huge and lavish. We had a
short rest to sleep off the jet lag before waking up and christening the
king size bed. It was during this, while she riding me like a cowgirl,
grinding down on my cock that she came up with a plan. She suggested that
we get dressed up in style and hit the lounge. It was shocking and scary to
me but her pussy had such a grip on me and I was so close to coming that I
was totally at her mercy. Her pussy muscles worked their magic,
manipulating me to say yes to her before she continued bouncing up and down
on me until I exploded inside her.

	What had I gotten myself into? I was finished taking my bath, with
now smooth legs, crotch, under arms, and body. Kelly applied scented oils,
perfume, and baby oil to my very feminine looking body. At 5'7" and only
135 pounds, my figure was believable enough to look like a woman especially
with the aid of the corset and false breasts. I ride a bike everyday and
that makes my legs and bum very shapely and not too pencil like. I wrapped
a towel around me as I sat in the chair for Kelly to do her magic with the
makeup. She chose dark tones, as the lounge was likely to be pretty dark.
The eyeliner was extra thick and she picked very long lashes. She put a
crimson lipstick that was almost a blood colour on me. The ensemble that
she picked out was equally as sexy. First it was the black lace push-up bra
and black lace-up waist clincher, black lace boy cut panties, garter belt,
and sheer black stockings with seams up the back. The top was like a suit
jacket, but very form fitting and was leopard print suede material with
sheer black silk sleeves and neckline. The skirt was long black linen with
a button up side. Kelly insisted on leaving all but two buttons open to
show off my legs right up to my garters. I put on my black curly wig and
Kelly touched it up to look sexy. We added some earrings, short pearl
necklace, bracelets and false fingernails. I put on my 4" black suede pumps
with the ankle bracelets on them to complete the outfit. I had plenty of
practice in the shoes at home but had never ventured out in them. I walked
around the room for a while sipping wine, while I waited for Kelly to
finish getting ready. My nerves had me quaking and I drank at least four
glasses of wine to steady myself.

	Kelly finally finished herself and looked ravishing. She chose a
white silk blouse and form fitting black leather skirt for her outfit; She
wore the same stockings as me with black 5" paten stilettos. Her long
strawberry blond hair flowed across her shoulders and framed her perfect
green-eyed face.  We set the camera up on the nightstand and posed for a
few glamour shots. I wanted to take her right there and then, but we had an
agreement and she insisted we make our way to the lounge. Despite the wine,
I was still nervous. I asked what to do if someone talked to us. She told
me to relax, stay coy, and talk softly and lightly and say as little as
possible. I had tried talking as a woman before on our nights together and
had a bit of a grip on it but still figured I would let Kelly do most of
the talking. My walk was good in the high heels, Kelly reassured me that I
was totally passable and should stay calm and confident. We passed an older
couple in the hall and they smiled and said 'Hello' but showed no signs of
noticing me. We passed a few others on the way, a maid, another older
couple and two teenage boys who just stared with jaws open. I overheard one
say, "Holy fuck! Did you see those ladies?"

	I was feeling more confident about passing as a woman and smiled at
everyone I saw. In the dim light of the lounge we walked by several groups,
mostly men, some couples, as we flaunted our shapely bodies and sexy
outfits. We made our way to a quiet section of the bar that was dimly lit.
The bartender asked, "What can I get you ladies?" which made me feel like
blushing. My wife calmly asked for two Cosmopolitans. I had never drunk
one, but it looked feminine enough. I reached into my clutch purse to pay
for them but the bartender indicated that they were paid for already and
signalled at a group of four gentlemen standing together down the bar. They
were in their thirties and forties by the looks of them, all dressed in
suits, probably on business, but very sharp looking non the less. I smiled
and raised my glass mouthing, "thank you" to them. Kelly half giggled and
waved to them to come over and join us. I poked her in the side to give her
shit. Did she forget I was with her? She turned and gave me the look as to
say relax.

"When guys buy you drinks in a bar, it is only polite to chat with them and
flirt a little. You'll be fine honey, you're totally believable. Just
follow my lead," Kelly insisted.

	With baited breath, I awaited the greeting with the four men. They
introduced themselves as, Richard, David, Martin and Brian. They were all
handsome and well mannered as well as well groomed. They were all taller
than me, Martin was 5'10" and Richard was 6'2" and the others in between.
Kelly introduced herself first and then me as Mary-Ann, her pet name for
me. She made up a tale of us being business partners, owners of a women's
shoe store. I tried to talk as little as possible, answering questions with
a short an answer as possible. I got in the habit of taking a sip of my
drink every time one of them asked a question so it fell upon Kelly to
answer. I got them to talk about themselves, which made it easier. Guys
love talking about themselves. They tried impressing us with their prepared
resume answers that included income, cars, golf handicap, and such. I faked
interest as best I could, smiling and nodding. Kelly was getting a charge
out of all this and allowed them to buy us a second round of drinks, the
four of them fighting over who's platinum card to use. It was strange to
see what a fuss guys made over women from the other side of the coin. I had
to admit that I was very flattered about the attention and was enjoying the
casual flirting. In my barstool, I consciously crossed my legs so that the
tops of my stockings and garter straps were in full view. I made like I had
no idea as they all stole looks at my sexy gams.

	Brian was the first to make a move on me by leaning closely and
whispering in my ear, "You're a very beautiful lady Mary-Ann, and I love
your sexy outfit too." He put a hand lightly on my leg as he said this.

	I wasn't sure whether I should remove his hand or not and looked to
Kelly for help but she was heading to the dance floor with Richard. The
music was soft jazz and made for slow dancing. I already had grabbed
Brian's hand and just towed him to the dance floor with me. He liked the
idea and we held me very close as we danced. I felt a bit awkward at first
but allowed Brian to take the lead and just cling to him as Kelly was
doing. She gave me a knowing smile as we made eye contact and winked at
me. Meanwhile Brian was snuggling himself into the nape of my neck giving
it light kisses. His hand had slipped down my back and was now caressing my
nice round ass. I again looked to Kelly and saw she was getting the same
treatment and made no move to fight it off. So I allowed Brian his little
fun and before the song ended I stared feeling something hard pressing into
my hip and it took a minute to figure out that Brian had an erection.

	The song ended not soon enough, as I was getting worried. Kelly and
I took our partner's hands and walked them back to the bar. The other two
were eagerly waiting their turns. Kelly took David and I took Martin back
to the dance floor. I was more relaxed with Martin as he began making the
same moves on me as Brian did. His firm hands pulled me tight to him,
pressing his hard on into my hip while fondling my ass.

He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, telling me all the kinky things he
wanted to do to me, including licking me all over, sucking my pretty toes,
and making slow love to me. I had to admit it was beginning to thrill me. I
was giving him full access to my neck to kiss and lick. With the music
moving me and the buzz of the alcohol, I was forgetting my worries and my
gender and when Martin moved his lips to mine I allowed him to kiss me. His
firm lips pressed gently on mine and I softly yielded, feeling his tongue
slip inside my mouth. The song soon ended and suddenly I felt Kelly
grabbing my elbow and saying, "bathroom break".

	I quickly regained my senses, realizing what I had done. I was
overcome with a feeling of horror, not only at having kissed a man but of
doing so right in front of my wife. Luckily for me, when we arrived at the
ladies bathroom, she was in good spirits. Kelly was actually trying to hold
in her laughter as apposed to being mad. I was relieved. As she pulled out
her lipstick to fix herself she said, " Oh my god Mary-Ann, I had no idea
you were a two drink slut!" I could only blush.

	"Usually a lady doesn't make out with a guy until he's bought you
dinner or at least some champaign, and not on the first dance," she
continued.

	I began fixing my lipstick too and had no reply to offer so I just
raised my eyebrow and smiled sheepishly trying not to laugh. Kelly grinned,
"Slut!" We both started laughing hysterically.

	As we continued fixing our makeup Kelly inquired, "So how was it?"
I looked over a bit confused. "The kiss! How was it? Did he use his
tongue?" I realized that this is what girls do. They go to the washroom
together and tell each other every detail of their encounters.

	"It was nice, more gentle than I imagined,... and yes he slipped
his tongue in," I answered. She blushed and smiled at me. I went with it,
"It was long too, and he knew how to use it, bet he knows how to please a
woman." We kept giggling like little schoolgirls.

	"So, which one had the biggest cock?" Kelly threw out next, almost
making me paint a line down my face with eyeliner. I just stared open mouth
at her. "Well, try telling me that they didn't each have a hard on, and
that they didn't press it into you while dancing. All guys do it, even my
husband does that," she explained. The cheesy smile appeared again.

	"Well, they both were big, at least seven inches long, but I think
Martin's was thicker, almost like my wrist," I played along. "Yours'?"

	Kelly played too, "David was big and thick but I'm sure Richard as
at least ten inches. He's much bigger than my husband, that's for sure. I
can imagine that big monster fucking me all night long," she added.

	"Now who's the slut?" I threw back at her. We had our giggle and
finished freshening up.

	"Get me back in our room and I'll show you baby!" she told me
obviously turned on by all this and ready for some girl on girl love.

Kelly told me that I should fake a headache so we could make our exit
gracefully then stopped suddenly, "Unless of course, you would rather we
went to these guy's room and let them fuck us with those big cocks?" I was
starting to giggle again when I looked at her and saw that she was very
serious. She was actually serious! On top of that she thought that I might
want to really do that too. Of course making out with one of them would
give her that impression of course. I actually hesitated for a minute and
thought about it but saw all kinds of problems with that idea, like getting
caught. The point was that I was actually thinking about it and the idea
was turning me on. I had to shake my head and told Kelly that we should
just leave and go back to our room. We had successfully impersonated me as
a woman and got away with it and should quit while we were ahead.

Kelly made the appropriate excuses to the men and we thanked them for the
drinks and the dances. They each gave us a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We
apologized for leaving them and I somehow found myself saying, "I hope we
see you here again, we'll be back another night." What was I thinking?
Maybe I was a slut.

The sexual tension between Kelly and I was intense all the way back to our
room. We held hands like two girlfriends and we both were licking our lips
in anticipation.

We couldn't open the door fast enough. Kelly pushed me against the wall and
pinned me there with her arms. She forcefully kissed me on my painted
lips. She kissed me aggressively, jamming her tongue into my open mouth.
She was burning up; already she had straddled my stocking covered thigh and
was humping it. I could never remember being so aggressive before, I felt
like she was going to rape me. Kelly was sucking my tongue almost clean out
of my mouth as we kissed, our hair tangled and woven together.

	After a few minutes of this heated, panting display, Kelly pulled
away, breathing heavy and with a look of fire in her eyes. She deliberately
hiked up her skirt and grabbed hold of her black thong panties and in one
motion pushed them down to her ankles. She then stepped out with one foot
and using the toe of her stiletto shoe kicked her thong at me. It landed
right in my face. I took in the delicious bouquet and noticed how damp they
were. I mean they were soaking wet. She must have got extremely turned on
by our evening so far to get that wet. I was still enjoying the aroma when
Kelly called to me, "Hurry up bitch! I'm waiting."

	My love was on the bed, all her cloths still on except for her
panties with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her legs lewdly spread.
She was using her fingers on her shaved mound to open the soft pink folds.
I strode over to the bed fully dressed still and crawled up to her spread
legs. I noticed that she had turned the camera on the nightstand on. She
grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to pussy. She shoved it right in
my face. I began licking her juicy box to her delighted moans. "MMmm!
That's it girl! Eat my sweet pussy with your slutty little mouth," she
groaned.

Her hips thrust at my face, humping my tongue. Kelly always loved how I
gave her oral when I am a man, but when I am dressed as a girl and
especially on this night she was over the top. I worked my tongue fast and
furious on her clit as she humped my face. Kelly was on fire! She was going
ballistic. "Eat me! Eat me!" she continued to cry as she began a wave of
orgasms that lasted for several minutes. Her breathing was ragged as she
squeezed my head with her strong thighs, cumming harder than I had ever
seen. I licked and licked for all my worth all the way through.

	Kelly finally released her grip on my head and caught her
breath. Eventually she lifted my glazed over face up to look me closely in
the eyes. "Oh, pretty girl, you did that so well," she said as she softly
kissed my swollen lips. She began licking my face clean and gently kissing
me. We shared a beautiful soul kiss together for a long time. She then was
ready for some more. I had been ready for a long time and my panties were
having a rough time trying to hold me in. She had me sit facing her and we
intertwined our legs so that our crotches were pressing against each
other's. I have heard it called tribbing. We ground our crotches together;
hers bare and mine still in panties. Eventually she reached in and pulled
out my 'clit'. She slipped it inside herself with ease. She was so wet! It
felt like heaven. We slowly started grinding against each other, and I
kissed and licked her ankle and foot still covered with stockings and
shoes. As we slowly made love like two hot women Kelly began teasing me
again.

	"So, which one would you have sucked off first?" she started. I
said nothing and continued kissing her ankle.

	"Hmm, which one, Martin? Would you lick his cock all over first,
and his balls, or would you take him deep into your throat right away?" She
kept looking at me for an answer. It was kind of sexy, so I started playing
too.

	"Definitely Martin, and I would lick it all over first," I
replied. That got a rise out of her and she grinded into me a little
harder.

	"Oh ya! I knew it. I know you wanted to lick his big cock all
over. I bet you would suck his balls real nice too," she continued. I
nodded 'yes' to her as I smiled.

	"I bet you would lick his asshole too, right? I bet you would lick
deep inside his butt wouldn't you?" she asked intensely, never breaking eye
contact, grinding away.

	"Oooo, yes, I would love to eat his asshole!" I answered licking my
lips. She loved that and she grabbed my ass cheek to pull me deeper inside
of her.

	"Would you suck his cock real slow to enjoy it longer or would you
blow him hard and fast to get him to come faster?" she went on.

	"Slowly!" I answered.

	"What would you do when he starts cumming?" she smiled.

	"I would take him deep and swallow it all," I said boldly.

	"Oh god! I knew it!" she panted as she threw her head back in
passion on the verge of her next orgasm. She regained her composure and
fixed her eyes on mine again.

	"What if he wanted to fuck you? What if he wanted your sweet little
girl ass?" Kelly asked.

	"MMmmm, I hope so, I want him to fuck me, I want him inside me," I
told her making her bite her lip. She smacked my ass real hard, making it
sting. I went on, " but he would have to wait his turn because while I have
been sucking his cock, Brian has been pounding my little bottom with his
big cock." That did it. Kelly went over the top again, franticly fucking,
screaming in orgasm, all the while slapping me hard on the ass.

	She rode me fast and hard screaming, "You dirty slut Mary-Ann, you
sucked all their cocks and let them all fuck you, and you loved it you
dirty little tramp! Ahhhhhhh!"

	That put me over too and I could not hold back, blasting my orgasm
deep inside Kelly's blistering honey-pot. We both crashed.

	The next day things started out fairly normal for us. We were still
reeling with euphoria from the night before but we had breakfast and went
to the spa together. We had a light workout, a swim and a relaxing
massage. I remember wishing I could be a woman with Kelly and have our
massages together, but I had mine separate. The massage was soothing even
though I had it from a big blond muscular kid named Harold. As he worked my
back and shoulders I began drifting off and reminiscing about the night
before, flirting with the men and talking dirty about it with my
'girlfriend'. The thoughts were exciting and the stimulation of the massage
was all beginning to get me aroused. My dick pressed freely on the
terrycloth towel helped too. Soon I had a full erection under my towel as
Harold started working my shaved legs. I wondered how many smooth shaved
men got massaged like that. Suddenly Harold raised my towel a bit to work
my upper thighs and I realized my hard cock was exposed to his view. In a
brief panic I pulled the towel down and suggested stopping the massage. I
was embarrassed and was turning red. Harold asked if anything was wrong and
said it was fine with him to continue. I looked at his face. His blue eyes
showed sincerity, which made me feel better but I opted to call it off
anyway. I gave Harold a generous tip and told him I was late for meeting my
wife.

	Kelly and I had a light lunch and returned to our room for a
shower. We jumped in together and I still had a semi boner from earlier
that sprang back to life at the sight of Kelly's toned body getting soapy
and wet. She asked me about my massage and I went ahead and told her the
details. Kelly got very turned on hearing the details and she began
stroking my hard on and rubbing my smooth ass. She began teasing me again,
"I bet Harold was totally ready to fuck you."

	Kelly's fingers were circling my tight little hole. "You wanted his
cock in here so bad!" she taunted as she pressed a finger inside me. My
cock was straining at full length. She had no trouble working her soapy
digits into my back door. Soon she had three in me.

	"Harold's little whore wants to be fucked real hard and fast,
doesn't she?" Kelly teased as she probed me and had a lick up my cock with
her tongue.

I was so weak with lust at that point, I replied in my best girly voice,
"Oh yes Harold! Fuck your sweet little baby nice and hard."

	Kelly liked that and she wrapped her mouth around my cock and
sucked it deep right away. At the same time she fucked my ass with her
fingers like a pneumatic jackhammer. She pumped the head with her warm, wet
mouth and I simply could not take any more. I started cumming like a
geyser, filling her mouth with my salty sperm. When my orgasm subsided,
Kelly released her lip lock from my cock and stood up to kiss me full on
the lips. My open mouth was soon being filled the warm sticky goo from my
wife's mouth. She kissed me so hard I no choice but to swallow my cum. She
seemed very pleased with that and had a smile like a Cheshire cat. Her
fingers eventually exited my bum and she stepped out of the shower. Before
I could get out, Kelly reminded me to shave again, extra close, all over.

	I did as directed figuring Kelly was planning another dress up
event. I was eager as well as a bit frightened at the prospect. Kelly
helped me after the shower to get beautiful again, but it was still mid
afternoon. It seemed too early to start getting ready. Kelly then informed
me as she applied baby oil to my smooth legs, "I booked a tennis lesson for
3:30 for me and Mary-Ann"

	This would be very different than before, not only would this be
public again but in broad daylight, in front of sober people. I was getting
worried. Kelly helped make my make-up look appropriate for the
daytime. "What about sweat?" I asked.

	"This is the most run proof, top of the line, athletic approved
stuff on the market," she tried to reassure me. She also thought it was a
good idea for her not to wear any make-up at all so that the contrast made
me appear more feminine. She simply pulled her hair back into a ponytail
and put on a light coat of lip-gloss. She made sure my wig was pinned in
good and put a bandana on my forehead to keep the hair out of my eyes and
to absorb sweat. She pulled out a tennis outfit for me that included a
white women's sports bra, a pair of white panties, a white tee shirt with
pink stripes that had a scoop neck and frilly pink lace around the sleeves
and pink trim around the neckline. The skirt was a pink pleated tennis
skirt barely long enough to cover my bottom. I had little white ankle socks
with lace trim to wear with my tennis shoes. With the outfit on, I felt
more like a princess than an athlete. Kelly actually looked a bit butch
standing next to me in her all white tennis outfit with no make-up. I asked
if lessons were really necessary since I was already very good and often
beat Kelly on a regular basis at our club back home. She smiled and said it
would be different this time and reminded me that I had to stay lady like,
even on the court.

	We arrived at the tennis courts on time and met our instructor,
Andy, a six-foot tall, African-American hunk. I recalled seeing him earlier
in the health spa. He was a very attractive man, as men go I guess. He was
very polite greeting us, "Afternoon ladies, looks like my last lesson today
will be my best one." What a flirt! "Both you ladies look like your in
great shape, I bet you could even teach me a thing or two," he smiled and
winked at us. I bet he got more pussy than he could ever handle.

	The lesson went well. I had a much more difficult time than I
imagined trying to play tennis as a woman. First, my balance was shot to
pieces because of the breasts. Second, I had to always be cautious of my
skirt riding up, so I found myself moving a lot less. Third, trying to keep
looking pretty and not sweating like a man meant restricting my level of
intensity. I was thinking more about loosing a fingernail or if my hair was
still straight as opposed to paying attention to my game. It made a huge
difference. In the practice set, Kelly was kicking my ass. She relished the
situation, trying best not to openly laugh at me.

	Andy was very flirtatious with both of us. He would often help us
with our posture and stance by standing directly behind me and holding my
wrists while his face was next to mine, whispering instructions in my
ear. His manhood could easily be felt pressing up against my behind when he
did this. He was full of compliments the whole time. He whispered to me,
"Your much sexier than that Anna Kournikova," as he patted me softly on the
ass. Kelly was looking over at me with a smirk on her face, biting her
tongue, knowing full well what he was doing. He was doing the same thing
with her as well. This went on for the full hour. I couldn't believe the
moves this guy had.

	When we were done, we thanked Andy for the lesson with a kiss on
the cheek, Kelly on one side, me on the other. He blushed and then made a
slight painful wincing. Kelly asked if he was all right. He grimaced and
claimed that he had an old injury in his shoulder and it was sore from a
full day of lessons. "Good thing they have so many good masseuses here," I
said coyly.

	Andy made another painful face and said, "Shame us employees are
not permitted to use any of clubs facilities for our private use," he
replied in a seemingly rehearsed tone. It was obvious where he was going
with this. Kelly fell right into it. She snuggled up close to me, grabbing
hold of my hand and doing a nervous little dance with her feet. "Well, we
are by no means professionals but we have been known to give a pretty good
massage before," Kelly implied.

	Andy raised an eyebrow. "The two of you? Both together?" he
grinned. "Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you with my problem. I am sure it
will be okay in a couple days," he added. He continued to roll his arm in
pain. "Really, thank you for offering but.."

	"Oh, no really, we insist!" Kelly began. "Right Mary-Ann?" she
questioned, looking at me for support while squeezing my hand and rubbing
up against me in anticipation. Her eyes were agape with excitement. She had
that look that I could not say no to.

	"Of course! Really, we are very good," was all I could muster.

	"After all, it's our fault that you got like this. We were working
you too hard," Kelly flirted. I noticed she put extra emphasis on the word
'hard'. She started twirling my hair and grinning at him, playing up the
bisexual hotties role. I playfully ran a finger down Kelly's neck and
smiled at Andy too. We both kept our arms back and our chests thrust out,
hips cocked to one side, a very alluring posture.

	Andy let out a big practiced smile, "Well, okay, you forced me into
it. Just give your room number and I'll be right over after a quick
shower." I wondered how many times he worked that scam.

	Kelly and I quickly made our way back to our room kicking off our
shoes and socks. We fixed me up as fast as possible, removed my bandana,
and fluffed up my hair. We sprayed some perfume on each other and Kelly let
her hair free and added a little make-up. We ran around hiding all my male
cloths and any other clues we could find. Kelly set up the video camera
pointed at the bed and hid it with a hat.

	Only a few minutes later there came a knock at our door. He didn't
waste much time. Kelly let Andy in and she stood on tiptoe to kiss him on
the cheek. He gave her a polite peck back. I was getting him a cold beer
from the mini fridge and he gave me a similar kiss when I offered him the
drink. I blushed. Kelly laid a large towel on the King size bed and handed
a very small towel to Andy to change into. She also had retrieved the
bottle of baby lotion from the bathroom and brought it to the bed.

	Andy changed in the bathroom and held the tiny towel loosely around
his hips. His body was chiselled ebony. He had six-pack abs and a body
builders arms. He was grinning from ear to ear. We ushered him over to the
bed and he lay down on his stomach on the towel. Kelly and I both worked
some oil on our hands and proceeded to rub the suspected sore shoulders of
Andy. Andy began giving us some appreciative moans and groans as we kneaded
his dark flesh. Soon he began getting playful and I could feel one of his
hands on my leg. I looked over at Kelly and noticed he was doing the same
to her. I spotted his hand sliding up her leg and under her tennis
skirt. Kelly didn't flinch to my amazement but I then began feeling his
other hand slowly moving up my leg too. I had to move before he touched my
panties and discovered my secret.

	Moving down his body, I started massaging Andy's legs. In my haste
to get away from his hand I accidentally knocked the skimpy towel off of
Andy's muscular ass. I gasped and bent down to pick it up but Andy gave me
a, "It's cool baby, just leave it on the floor. Feels better this way."

	From my low vantage point I could also see up my wife's skirt and
noticed that Andy was rubbing her wet panties with his fingers. Shocked, I
looked up at Kelly only to see that devilish smile on her face and pure
lust in her eyes. I didn't know if I should feel jealous or
excited. Excitement was beginning to win over. She adjusted herself to be
directly in front of Andy with her cleavage staring him in the face. He
continued to feel her up under her skirt and I just worked away on his
lower body. As I massaged his thighs, I could see Andy's cock growing
between his legs. It moved snakelike down his leg getting fatter as it
did. I had never seen one that big before. I guess there could be some