Tranny, Wife & Me - Sex Stories

Tranny, Wife & Me

I have always loved sex with trannies, even more than sex. Friendship and closeness that I would struggle to fin in a guy. My wife had no huge preference for Tgirls but she did have a ravenous appetite for sex and was curious enough to try everything. We decided to go to Manchester and their regular Saturday night Tranny evenings and from previous visits, we had a few drinks in Napoleon's Lounge. It was a popular meeting place for "girls." Trannies who liked other girls, trannies who preferred women and girls who were seeking for the ultimate tranny accessory - a boyfriend who would take the traditional place of the husband. After all, if you were being transformed into a woman, the final additional extra would be a man. Napoleons was a comfortable watering hole, seductively lit, with deep seated black leather sofas, where closeness could be achieved without disturbing the mix of gay guys, trannies and curious sexual tourists, who were conspicuous by their ability to be unable to settle. We took stools at the bar, right next to a tall girl in a black minidress, wearing 6" pencil heels, dangly earings and who was Danni from Leeds. We exchanged pleasantries and this very convincing transgendered, I could see, was to the liking of the Missus. She wore my favourite dress. White with a scalloped edge split to the wait on her left and off the shoulder, to his right, giving it a diagonal and very revealing look. Soon, we moved to one of the leather sofas away from the bar, with ...

... three glasses and a bottle of Macon Village. I sat to Danni's left and the good lady to her right - it was an ambush she joked - and she was not wrong. I placed my right thigh hard against her left, just to make sure she realised that we were looking for a sexual encounter and that we were not time wasting voyeurs. Just as our legs met, she turned and pressed her lips against mine and shot her tongue into my mouth, as I tasted the sweet strawberry flavour of her lipstick. I saw the wife look down at Danni's legs, which were beautifully exposed right up to her stocking tops and the bulge in her black lace panties could be easily spotted. She places her big hand bag at the meeting of danni's two sleek, long, shapely legs and slid her left hand on top of her cock, or clitty, as many of our tranny friends prefer. To sat it grew quickly was a huge under statement and while she stroked that smooth seven inch dick out of the knickers, I began kissing Danni's neck and ear. Soon, the wife had her lips round the cock that we were both craving and it was clear, that we would have to move and move quickly. Upstairs there was a small disco area that was an hour away from starting, so we fled to the spacious loo that was there, complete with a lock on the inside. Lilian got down on her knees and started to blow off Danni, I could here the moistness of her clit slopping around with my wife's wet lips and mouth, as i took out my cock, also shaved and slapped in Danni'e hand. I whispered in her ...