Two Weeks After The New Year's Party - Sex Stories

Two Weeks After The New Year's Party

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“Well, baby girl,” Henry said. “How was that? As good as John does it?”

“Yes, Henry. You make me feel so alive. It’s as though you’ve awoken me from a deep sleep.

“Well, Snow White, we both need to shower and eat our dinner before it's ruined.”

Friday arrived. When I got up, Henry had already left the house, so I made my way to the spa. “Samantha Benson,” I told the receptionist. “I have an appointment.”

“Is your husband with you? He has the same appointment as you. A 10 pm.”

I turned and there was John. “Hello, darling, how are you?”

“Sammy!” John said. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m having a spa day courtesy of Henry.”

“Wow, how strange. I’m here courtesy of Edward. I’m having a full body massage and body wax, and my hair is being cut to his instructions.”

“It is long, darling,” I said. “Even for you.”

“Edward said so, too, Sammy.”

“Well, I’m having my hair cut, my nails done, a full body wax, too, and I’m getting a new sexy dress.”

“Henry is looking after you, dear.”

“And Edward Jenkins is looking after you, by the look of it.”

“Yes, he is.”

I hugged my husband. “How have you been?”

“Sammy, I am fantastic. I’m not being taken for granted like I was with Delbert. It's been wonderful with Edward. I have beautiful new panties made just for a girl like me, and I have new silk stockings and suspenders and new sexy dresses. I feel fabulous in my silk night dresses. Shall we have our spa day together?”

“Why ever ...

... not?”

We were shown to our room for the hot bath and our relaxing hot tub, and next came the waxing. Poor John screamed when they did his legs and chest. Then came our massage, and I could see John's cock hard and throbbing under his towel as he was gently rubbed and soothed by the masseur. We had our showers and then went off to have our hair cut and blow-dried. When we met up again, I was shocked at his cut. My husband had been given a pixie cut making him look so feminine, and yet it suited him so much.

“Dear,” I said. “You look so feminine.”

John smiled. “Do you like it? I don't know… do I look good in it?”

“Yes, dear. You do.”

As we had our nails varnished, two women came walking in. “Jessica, Jessica,” one said. “Do hurry. We're told you have to dress and get ready because your master is waiting in the car downstairs. Come quickly, please.”

“Sammy,” Jessica said. “Will you help me?”

“Yes, dear. Of course, I will.”

We walked into his dressing room, and there hanging up was a beautiful black cocktail dress along with a beautiful collection of lingerie. Jessica picked up his panties, which were bright white silk with an X shape and bow at the top. They would show off Jessica's little cock, balls, and anus. There was also a bra with latex breasts and nipples, black silk stockings with black suspender belts, and black nine-inch high heels.

The two women and I helped my husband dress. I stepped back to look at him. “John, you’re a woman now. You are ...