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Chapter 4 by vyksin vyksin

What happens with Paul?

Paul thinks back...

While Molly was busy shopping and looking for clothes, Paul set his mind to get physically ready for this. He had a little over two months to try to get this last bit of flab he’d been caring around for almost 2 years.

Looking in the mirror he could see a pudge hanging over his belt and he just didn’t see how he could do this without being a laugh. He was determined to make this right, to look believable. He liked a good joke as much as the next person but the last thing he wanted was someone laughing at him.

Looking in the mirror he was flashed back to when Molly had suggested they try a little cross play so many years ago...

Youthful exploration of so many different kinks before they found their niche that worked well together had hit the speed bump.

“You know, hun, last weekend when we brought Julie into our bed....” Molly had started.

“Ya...” Paul probed to see where she was going with this, “you seemed to really enjoy it,” he said hoping for a repeat.

“Yes. I did....” she said apprehensively, “more than I realized. Something about the soft, smoothness was such a change! I’ve always enjoyed the angular strength of a man, but having her there in a silky cami, kissing while feeling you thrust into me......” she felt her heart pounding in her throat.

“Yeah, that was truly something to behold,” he was really liking where this was going.

She moved close to him staring in his eyes, then looking up and close to him rubbing up and down his torso feeling the coarseness of his chest hair and finally locking on his irises, visualizing her Achilles as an Aphrodite, she lunged into a deep kiss.

He needed no further encouragement and pushed into her, picking her up into her arms. As they started to get hotter and heavier, things were escalating quickly, but Molly knew she needed to stop before she got totally lost in it.

Pushing back slightly on his pec she blurts out, “I want you to be my girl.”

Paul was sure he could hear the needle scratch as everything seemed to stop, but she kept her hand massaging his member. “Wha?”

“Please, Paulie, be a girl for me. I know I’m not a lesbian,” squeezing him for emphasis, “but just try it for me.”

“Uh...ok”

Things moved quickly after that. She squealed and pulled him over to their walk in, and he just followed her lovely bare, bouncing arse.

She put a silky, smooth camisole over his head. Standing back, she could see this wasn’t nearly enough. His hair legs just completely ruined things, so she grabbed a pair of pantyhose and pulled those up his legs.

His toes looked totally wrong through those so she grabbed a pair of sling back heels and stood up. Still not right, so she grabbed a long black wig she had left over from a Cher costume she did. Still off, she dragged him to the bathroom pull out some blush and lipstick she used for their special nights out and highlighted his lips.

Looking at it she could still see him, so she thought maybe it was because she ran around getting him setup and lost some of her arousal. “K, you wait in here. Give me about 5 minutes to get ready in the bedroom...” and maybe rev her engine back up.

As he watched her leave, he turned back and stared at the creature in the mirror.

The long hair, the bright red lips, sexy little cami, long smooth legs.... even though he could see a prominent bulge below his waist there was something about this.... the caress of the pantyhose had done anything but subdue his flag pole.

Reaching down and touching his rod through the silky camisole and rubbing over the nylons he could feel a rich smoothness he never expected. Staring at her hot lips, her tongue tasting the waxy red she knew she could explode any minute when she heard from the other room a breathy moan, “I’m ready for you hun.”

Seeing herself in the mirror with her dilated pupils, heart pounding ready to release her animal side, she turned hearing her heels on the tile she stepped into the room, saw her lover on the bed manipulating herself she struck a pose leaning on the door frame, she slowly let out “hello, lover!” and their hungry eyes met....

What came next?

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