Hell Has No Fury Like A Drag Queen'

Phyllis watched with pride as her husband fucked Susan. Drag queen
indeed! When Susan wrapped her arms around Ruth and began to fuck
back, Phyllis knew that Susan would never think of Ruth in that way
again. Looking at Scott, she was not surprised to find him giving his
undivided attention to the copulating couple. Well, not his undivided
attention. Still clothed, he was rubbing a sizable bulge in his pants.
Phyllis reached over and grabbed his wrists, moving his hands to his
side. Staring into his eyes, she informed him "You lost the bet,
remember? You're here to service us, not yourself." Releasing him, she
leaned against the headboard while Ruth and Susan made the beast with
two backs. Phyllis noted that the two went at it for a considerable
period of time. Maybe this was not all that good an idea.

All good things must come to an end. Ruth buried herself in Susan a
final time and stiffened on Susan's body, her cock filling Susan's
cunt with her seed. She collapsed on top of Susan, who continued to
hold her. After several minutes, Ruth had deflated enough to pull out
of Susan. Ruth rolled on her back, laying next to Susan. Phyllis was
even more elated than before. She looked at her husband's softened
cock, still a magnificent eight inches, covered with semen and,
Phyllis imagined, Susan's secretions. Susan's pussy was distended,
Ruth's cum running out, down to the crack of her ass and onto the
bedspread. Scott stood there looking at his fresh-fucked wife. The
glow of her skin, her ragged breathing, the enlargement of her
nipples, the cum seeping from her now enlarged pussy—all gave Scott
the hardest erection he could remember.

"Go get some towels and a wet wash cloth." Scott didn't hear Phyllis'
command. "Scott!" Phyllis said, louder, "towels and wash cloths, now!"
Brought back to reality, Scott went to the bathroom, returning with
the requested items. Ruth had regained her composure, while Susan just
lay there, looking at the ceiling. "I think you should clean the mess
underneath your wife," Phyllis instructed Scott. Scott wiped the pool
of semen from the bedspread. When he went to wipe the stream still
oozing from his wife, she jumped at the touch. "Just put a towel down
there," Phyllis ordered. After Scott had done so, Phyllis commented,
"You liked sucking Ruth's cock in the living room, I'm sure you
wouldn't mind cleaning your wife's mess from it now—with your tongue!"
Scott hesitated, then went to Ruth's side of the bed. Dropping to his
knees, he took Ruth's cock in his mouth. "You can clean it better by
just licking it," Phyllis suggested. Scott began licking. "That's the
way, Scott, clean her good. I don't want any of your wife on her when
she fucks me."

Phyllis was now standing, removing her clothes. Scott was on his knees
on the opposite side of the bed and had a ringside view as Phyllis
stripped. A good ten years older than Susan, Phyllis had no reason to
envy the younger woman. At five seven and a 110 pounds, with a 37-inch
bust that didn't sag when she removed her bra, Phyllis was hot and
knew it. Tennis, daily workouts with a personal trainer, swimming—all
the perks of a wife of a successful lawyer—let her keep herself trim
and fit. A hint of a furrow ran from between her breasts to her navel.
Her waist nipped in to a girlish 28 inches, swelling out to full hips
of 38 inches. When she bent over to remove her pantyhose and panties,
Scott spied a dimple atop each cheek. When she straightened up and
faced him, she truly had an hourglass figure. Phyllis put her hands on
her hips and spread her legs slightly. "Enjoying the view?" she
mocked.

Susan had just laid there all this time, marveling at her husband
being bossed by Phyllis. She tells him not to relieve himself, he
doesn't relieve himself. She tells him to get towels and washcloths,
he gets them. She tells him to clean the bedspread, and he acts like
her maid. She tells him to lick her husband's cock, and he becomes a
cocksucker again. Or a cock licker. Whatever. She turned to look at
Phyllis as the older woman taunted her husband. Wow! Why would any man
want to live like a woman when he had a woman like this to live with?
Susan knew she looked as good as Phyllis—maybe even better—but that
had as much to do with youth as anything else. Would she look that
good at that age?

"All finished?" Phyllis sneered, walking around the bed. Scott had
licked all of the cum mixture off of Ruth's cock, bringing it to
erection in the process. "Ooo!" Phyllis cooed. "I couldn't have done
better myself. We might just have to have you as part of our
lovemaking from now on." Reaching the side of the bed, she indicated
to Ruth that she should sit up. Ruth complied, swinging her legs to
the floor. Phyllis climbed onto the bed, laying where Ruth had laid.
The motion caused Phyllis' hips and arm to touch Susan, who recoiled.
Phyllis shot her a look of pure hatred. Not only does she think my
husband is a drag queen, she now thinks she is too pure to be touched
by me, Phyllis thought. This little minx really needs to be taken down
a peg or two—or five!

Positioning herself properly, Phyllis spread her legs and looked at
Ruth. Through all this Ruth had kept quiet. In their seventeen years
of marriage she had seen Phyllis this way only three times. The first
was the weekend Phyllis had proposed to her. She had told her she was
going to fuck her brains out and she nearly did. She wanted to give
Harlan a fucking such that no woman would ever satisfy him again, and
she did. The second time was when Phyllis caught Harlan cheating on
her. Assured that it was just a booty call, Phyllis insisted that
Harlan fuck her every night, and arranged to have other women
available for weekends. After three weeks, Harlan knew that his cock
was meant only for Phyllis—unless Phyllis decided otherwise.
Triumphant, Phyllis was not possessive. She arranged for Harlan to
have some type of variety every several weeks. Which led to the third
time.

Servicing three women during the course of a weekend tells on any man
over the age of fifteen. To revive a flagging Harlan, two of the women
Phyllis had procured one weekend shaved Harlan's body, powdered him
and massaged him using their panties and stockings. Their pampering
had the intended effect, and Phyllis found that having Harlan wear
stockings and panties improved his randiness. Harlan found out he
liked the feel of nylon and lycra and satin and lace against his skin,
especially when he was shaved. What started out as foreplay became
ritual became necessity. When Harlan went from wearing lingerie for
sex to wearing lingerie under his clothes to dressing as a woman on
weekends, Phyllis thought she could fuck him out of it. Whenever he
wore women's clothing, Harlan had to fuck Phyllis into oblivion, or no
more women's clothing until Harlan could perform his spousal duties to
Phyllis' satisfaction. Sex went from a pleasure to a duty to a contest
to a battle—for both of them.

So they came to an understanding. Harlan could be Ruth—his nom de
femme—as long as it did not affect his performance in the bedroom—his
normal performance. Harlan became Ruth immediately on reaching home,
and on weekends. With Ruth around all the time and Harlan existing
only at the office and in court, they both realized that it was only a
matter of time before their dual lifestyle would be discovered. So
Ruth took over and Harlan disappeared. This included always referring
to her in the feminine—Ruth, never Harlan; her for him, hers for his,
she for he. Now it was second nature to them.

Ruth looked at her wife and climbed aboard. She slid into Phyllis
easily, the result of years of marriage and Phyllis' fantastic muscle
control. She starter to pull back when Phyllis used that control to
clamp her to her. "Not so fast, Ruth." Phyllis cooed. "Stay a while
and enjoy yourself. You know I don't have to 'get used to you.' "
These last words she spat out, looking at Susan. "I never have. No
real woman would!" Phyllis squeezed her cunt around Ruth's cock, then
began a rhythmic milking of her. Ruth moaned. "That's a good girl,
Ruth. Just stay there with your balls against my ass and your
eight-and-a-half inch cock filling me." Phyllis continued her
ministrations, eliciting more moans from Ruth. "You didn't moan like
that when you were fucking Susan, honey. Didn't she treat you right?
... Must not have, or why are you so hard for me? ... Or maybe it's
that mouth of Scott's. Do I owe this good fucking to Scott? I hope
not. ... That'll make a girl feel inadequate, her man preferring
another man's mouth to her sweet pussy."

Scott and Susan were both surprised and shocked by Phyllis' language.
Neither had imagined her capable of such filthy talk. But then they
had not imagined the existence of Ruth, or Phyllis' reaction too
Susan's comment, or their own reactions this evening. And while Susan
had mixed feelings, being both disgusted and turned on by Phyllis and
their situation, for Scott the entire evening was one gigantic
aphrodisiac.

Ruth had heard it all before. What was turning her on was the
movements of his wife. In addition to her cunt, Phyllis was running
her heels up and down the back of Ruth's thighs, stroking her sides
with her fingernails, rubbing her back with her fingers. Then there
was the feel of Phyllis' body—the texture of her skin, the feel of her
large breasts. Phyllis was still the best fuck Ruth had ever had, and
it was time to shoot her load. Ruth braced herself and began stroking
in and out of Phyllis. Phyllis would have liked to prolong the
session, but realized Ruth had reached the point of no return. She
didn't realize that she and Ruth had been coupled for nearly twenty
minutes. She locked her ankles over Ruth's ass and met her stroke for
stroke. After about three minutes, Ruth stiffened and came, collapsing
on top of his wife.

The two lay there for several minutes, Phyllis milking Ruth as the
latter retreated to her flaccid state. One of the advantages of Ruth
living as a woman was that she had removed nearly all of her body
hair, and various skin treatments had given her a skin as smooth and
as soft as a real woman. Phyllis enjoyed the feel of Ruth against her,
even when they were not making love—or, more correctly, when their
lovemaking did not involve fucking. If they were at home they would
have remained like this and cuddled for some time. But they were not
at home. They were in the bed of a most appreciative audience. Scott
and Susan had watched with no small amount of arousal. By now, Susan
had moved to her chair on her side of the bed, sitting spread-legged
as Ruth's and her juices continued to leak, staining the seat of the
chair. Scott had sat in his chair, still clothed. Phyllis was able to
appraise both of them as she cradled Ruth. As Ruth slipped out of her,
Phyllis eased her off and to the side. Ruth rolled off and sat on the
side of the bed.

Phyllis turned to Scott. "Get undressed, Scott," she directed. Scott
stood and quickly stripped. Phyllis was pleased with what she saw.
Scott was a jock, and was as fit as his wife. His body was well-toned
without being muscular. 'You need relief, Scott?" Phyllis looked over
at Susan. "That's what a wife is for." Scott came around to Susan's
side of the bed and climbed on top of her. Being smaller than Ruth,
and with Ruth's secretions still inside Susan, Scott slid in easily.
Too easily. He tried pumping but felt like a swizzle stick in a
highball. Susan also felt frustrated. She tried to contract her cunt
but couldn't. Would she need a large cock from now on? And where would
she get one? Was this the end of her marriage? After several minutes
Scott climbed off and sat in Susan's chair, dejected.

"What's the matter, Susan? Drag queen ruin you for Scott?" Phyllis
taunted, again. She looked at Scott's body. Only the body hair was a
turn off. Even Scott's average size six-and-half-inch dick did not
phase her. She knew Ruth was better endowed than most, and did not
fault those less blessed, just as she did not fault women who were not
as beautiful as she was. She had never closed her legs and looked from
Scott to her crotch and back. Scott got the message and climbed over
his wife to lie on top of Phyllis.

Phyllis wrapped her legs around Scott and pulled him fully into her.
"How does it feel to follow a real man, Scott?" She continued to
taunt. "Is this how Susan felt? But a real woman can handle you. ...
Just lay there. ... I'll show you that a real woman can handle a
six-inch prick and an eight-inch prick at the same time." As she
spoke, Phyllis began to contract her cunt muscles, slowly decreasing
the size of her pussy. "You're a lucky man, Scott, you know that?
You've wanted me for so long. ... Don't deny it. Every man at Hume,
Goethe, Marlowe wants me. ... just like they all want Susan. ... You
wouldn't believe all the hits I received since Ruth came out. 'Would I
like a real man?' 'They say you're not woman enough, I'd like help you
prove them wrong.' ... Real man ... Help me prove them wrong! Ha! If
they only knew!" By now Phyllis had tightened her cunt around Scott's
dick and was milking it as she had Ruth's, with the same effect: Scott
moaned. Looking triumphantly at Susan, Phyllis continued. "You like
that, Scott. ... A real woman can handle any size dick. I can go from
you to Ruth and back again." Phyllis pressed her heels into Scott's
back, signaling that she wanted him to start pumping her. Scott
responded, and Phyllis alternately gripped and released him as he
pumped. "My, my, my," Phyllis breathed. "You're really good, Scott. Is
it me, or do you just like sloppy seconds?" Scott stiffened at this
and began driving into Phyllis harder. "You like fucking another man's
cum, Scott? ... Think you can equal Ruth?" While she was saying this,
Phyllis continued to grip Scott's cock as he rode her, while running
her heels up and down his thighs, rubbing his back and sides with her
hands, nipping and kissing his ears. "You know you're the only man to
fuck me other than Ruth since we been married? Yeah, you're a lucky
man, Scott." Soon Scott responded just as Ruth had, and came. Phyllis
milked him as he too went soft and slipped out of her. Unlike with
Ruth, however, Phyllis quickly pushed him off of her.

Phyllis raised herself to a sitting position to assess the situation.
Scott sat on the side of the bed, his cock coated with semen from two
men and her juices. Susan lay beside her, a trail of drying semen
leading from her distended cunt to the crack of her ass. Ruth was
seated in the chair next to her side of the bed, her cock flaccid and
laying against one of her thighs. Phyllis looked down at the cum
seeping from herself. "Scott," she intoned. "Eat my pussy." It was as
direct a command as possible, but Scott hesitated. "You're the only
man other than Ruth to fuck me in seventeen years, wouldn't you like
to be the only other man to taste my pussy?" Scott bent over and
licked her tentatively, causing Phyllis to grab the back of his head
and push his face into her crotch. "Eat me, damn it!" She placed both
her hands on his head and held him in place as he began licking her
outer lips. "Put your tongue in me, Scott!" Scott stuck his tongue in
her, piercing the pool of cum. "That's right, clean me out!" Phyllis
squeezed her cunt, forcing some of the cum out. Scott began licking
her in earnest.

Turning to Susan, Phyllis began taunting again. "He really is good at
this, Susan. Does he eat you after he's cum inside you? Does he like
the taste of cum and pussy juice? Oooooo," she moaned. "Damn, Scott,
are you trying to take me away from Ruth?" Ruth looked at them, not
the least bit threatened. She thought that Phyllis was overdoing the
theatrics a bit. Phyllis had had her revenge, and Ruth was thinking it
was time to put a stop to this. But Phyllis was not acting. Well, not
much. She wasn't going to leave Ruth, especially for Scott, but Scott
was doing a job on her pussy. Phyllis was about to cum again. "You
really like eating another man's cum, uh, Scott? ... From his wife's
pussy? ... With your own mixed in? ...Well, go ahead, Scotty, and I'll
cum some more for you." And with that she raised her hips to his face
and came.

Scott continued licking Phyllis, goaded on by her words. He had never
eaten Susan after they had fucked. He wanted to clean Phyllis out, but
didn't know why. The taste of cum and pussy wasn't good, but not
unpleasant. Sort of like a foreign food you have for the first time.
An acquired taste, they say. No, there was something about Phyllis
giving him orders that turned him on. And he was pleased that he could
make her cum.

Susan was laying beside them with serious doubts about her husband
surfacing. He was groveling in another woman's crotch as if she wasn't
there. And not just eating her, but eating the deposits of himself and
another man! Her regret about calling Ruth a drag queen had turned
into resentment of Phyllis. Phyllis could handle Ruth's cock with no
problem. Phyllis could satisfy her husband after Ruth, when she
couldn't. Phyllis' every statement had become a command for Scott. And
Phyllis even came on Scott's tongue. Phyllis was in her bed, enjoying
her husband and making her life miserable. Susan no longer resented
Phyllis; she hated her.

Scott's tongue was bringing Phyllis to another orgasm, one she didn't
really want. She pushed Scott's head away from her, slightly lifting
it as she did. "Why don't you take care of your wife?" Scott started
to climb over Phyllis' and Susan's legs when Susan jumped out of the
bed.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled, running into the bathroom. Scott lay on
the bed, wondering what to do next as they heard the shower running.
Phyllis ran her fingers through Scott's pubic hairs, giving him a
hard-on. When she heard the shower stop running, She bent over and
gave Scott's dick a quick suck. "Scott," she mewed, "you like the way
I taste?"

"Uh, ... yeah," he answered, confused.

"Ruth's dick still has my taste on it. Wouldn't you like to clean it
off, like you did earlier?" She then bent down and gave Scott's dick a
kiss on the head. Scott scrambled over her body and knelt before Ruth.

"You don't have to do this, Scott," Ruth said. "This has gone far
enough." Ruth had gone along this far for several reasons. First, he
knew Phyllis was deeply hurt and had to be appeased. Second, she had
also been hurt by Susan's statement. Third, Phyllis knew her husband
very well; he had wanted to fuck Susan since the first time he saw
her. Fourth, Scott didn't object. Since living as a woman, Ruth had
discovered that the world is full of supposedly straight men who cant'
resist having sex with a man in a dress. And like Scott, many of them
take very easily to domination and cocksucking. But who was she to
judge?

"It's okay, Ruth," Scott practically begged as took her cock between
his fingers. He took the head between his lips and sucked gently, soon
having the head and two inches of shaft in his mouth. And this is how
Susan found them: her husband on his knees with the
eight-and-a-half-inch dick of the man she had called a drag queen in
his mouth, and Phyllis sitting on the bed against the headboard like a
queen on her throne, gloating.

Susan pulled on some panties, a bra, a blouse, slacks and running
shoes. Without speaking she went to her closet and brought out a
suitcase and began filling it.

"I hope you're not planning on leaving Scott," Phyllis inquired.

"As a matter of fact, I'm doing just that." Susan spat back. This
revelation shocked and hurt Scott. He had been so into the sex and the
domination that he had not thought that his wife may be having a
different experience. After all, it was very clear she had enjoyed
being fucked by Ruth's cock. And she had not had to do anything else
except lay there and have either Ruth or him make love to her.

"Think about your situation, Susan," Phyllis continued. "You're the
wife of a successful attorney. Do you think your prospects will
improve once you leave him?" Susan hesitated in her packing. "Take it
from me, what's out there isn't really better than what you have.
Better the devil you know than the one you don't." Susan continued
packing, not so sure of herself now. "You know, Scott's got a really
talented tongue. You aren't going to find many men who eats pussy the
way he does." Susan had finished packing, but did not close the
suitcase. "And where are you going to find a cock as big as Ruth's?
They don't grow on trees!"