This is a New Beginning Part 2 - Sex Stories

This is a New Beginning Part 2

... in the mirror I decided to play the game to the max. I pulled out my make-up and started applying it. My wife had taught me how to do it so it was fairly simple. I did darken my eyes quite a bit and used a bright red lipstick. I grabbed a shoulder length auburn wig and put it on. I was sore and hoarse but I was not going to let this opportunity go away. Looking in the closet I pulled out a strapless black cocktail dress. I put on a black thong along with black thigh high stockings that I held in place with garter belt. I went braless as the dress covered the breast forms and I looked pretty well endowed. I tried putting on a set of black pumps but couldn’t walk in them because of my ankle injury. Leaving the shoes off, I walked over to Ellen’s room in my stocking feet. She wasn’t in the room and had stripped the bedding off. I walked downstairs and heard her in the laundry room. She wasn’t wearing any clothes yet. I quietly walked in behind her and surprised her by pushing her forward onto the washer and using my weight to hold her there. Ellen shrieked and attempted to struggle at first. She must have realized it was me as I reached around and began playing with her pussy. It was wet in a hurry. Unfortunately, I was still sore and hadn’t recovered enough to fuck her on the spot. I told Ellen to turn the machine on. I spun her around and then sat her on top of the machine. I bent over between her legs and began licking. She just stayed wet and began softly moaning. She ...

... grabbed me by the wig and kept grinding me further in. After a fair amount of time the machine hit its spin cycle. That vibration was enough. She moaned loudly once and collapsed backwards. I left her in the laundry sitting on the washer and went back to the bathroom to fix my make-up. When I returned Ellen had moved to a chair in the kitchen and was waiting for me, beaming ear to ear with a huge grin. Apparently I had done the job. She looked me over and complemented my appearance. From under the table, Ellen pulled out a shoe box and handed it to me. I opened the box and found a pair of flat black women’s shoes. I tried them on and they were my size. I realized at that point that Ellen had been planning these events for a while and had taken the time to go through my feminine apparel for sizes. I wondered what else she had bought. Suddenly the doorbell rang. The dog barked and Ellen yelled at her to shut up. I peeked out a curtained window but couldn’t see a car. The doorbell rang again and Ellen told me to see who was there. I went to the door confident that a stranger wouldn’t realize that I was a man in woman’s clothing. There were two young men at the door in white shirts, black pants and ties. I said hello with my voice being hoarse and looking 40ish, asking them what they wanted. They explained that they were spreading the good word and asked if I had time to talk. I said that I didn’t have time and wished them a good day. As they were leaving, one of the men turned around ...