GREENSLEEVES

Chapter 1  

I really can't explain why I'm writing this story, other than it's my attempt to organize my thoughts and memories of something that happened to me several months ago.  That particular event was by far the most exciting, most life-altering thing anyone could possibly imagine.  At least, that's the way it was for my wife and me.  Maybe after you read this account, you'll have other opinions.  Different strokes, I guess.

We had been married for close to six years when our lives were changed so radically.  Like most things that affect us deeply, this one started innocently enough, with a telephone call.

We were sitting in our living room, relaxing and watching a TV news channel after dinner, when the phone rang.  Ellie (my wife Ellen) answered, as was usual.  I could tell by the animated and excited tone of voice she used that she was talking to someone she liked, and they were talking about something that was very interesting to her.  After the first few seconds, she told the caller to hold on, and then said to me, "Honey, it's Glenda, my friend from college.  I'm going to talk to her in the other room so we won't disturb you."  With that, she left the room, her voice fading as she walked down the hallway, talking a mile a minute on our cordless telephone.

It was almost half an hour before she returned, her face flushed with excitement, joy evident in her expression.  Before she even sat down beside me, she began, "Glennie is going to be in town next week, and wants to see me again.  God, I haven't seen her for ages.  It's surely been at least two years.  We have lots of catching up to do.  She was telling me about her new job, although I guess maybe that's the wrong thing to call it."

"She's self-employed now, and travels all over the country providing special services to people.  She says it's the most exciting thing anyone could imagine.  I can't wait to get all the details when she gets here."

"I told her she could stay here with us when she's in town.  That's okay, isn't it, sweetie?"

There was no way I could be negative about her friend's visit, seeing how very happy Ellie was when she talked about it.  It would be a slight inconvenience to me to have another person living with us for a week, but no more than that.  I loved my wife so much that I'd have gladly put up with ten times that amount of aggravation, just to please her.  I told her it'd be great to have Glenda staying with us for awhile, and that I looked forward to meeting her.

Ellie spent the remainder of that evening telling me about her friend.  They had been roommates in college, and formed a strong friendship at that time.  Although their contacts were infrequent since graduation, they occasionally wrote and called, just to touch base with one another. 

I wasn't more than casually interested in her friendship with the other woman, but tried to hold up my end of the conversation.  By the time we went to bed, I knew more about Glenda than I could remember, since that's all Ellie talked about during the intervening hours.  At one point, she even dug out her college yearbook and showed me both their photographs.  I have to admit that when I saw how beautiful her friend was, my interest increased a little bit.  I'm just a man, after all, with my brain in my crotch.

The next day, Ellie began preparing for her friend's visit, mainly by cooking food and then putting it in the freezer so she could stay out of the kitchen during the following week.  She double-checked with the house cleaners, wanting them to do an extra-special cleaning before the visit.  All-in-all, she was as busy as a beaver with her preparations, and seemed to have a smile on her face all the time.

I have to admit that she made those few days extra special for me, also.  After being married for several years, we had kind of fallen into a rut when it came to making love.  Our foreplay became much more perfunctory, and took much less time, than it formerly had.  I enjoyed giving oral sex to her, and she seemed to enjoy receiving it.  The actual penetration itself was short-lived, though, and then we would fall asleep after a few minutes of hugging and kissing.

After Glenda's call things changed.  Ellie seemed to take charge much more than she ever had, even to the point of actually giving me instructions during cunnilingus.  I can't explain just why it was, but I definitely found it exciting to be told how to pleasure her, and tried my best to follow her directions.

She also used a position that was new to us.  Always before, she would lie on her back while I slowly kissed my way down her body.  As I got closer and closer to her crotch, she'd spread her legs, and then I would lick her as I bent over her prone body.  There had even been some occasions when she'd take my penis into her mouth, although they had become very rare in the past three years.

What changed then was that after I'd begun providing the oral service, Ellie began to roll onto her side, taking my body with her.  She continued that movement until she was lying atop me, with my tongue still buried in her very-delicious pussy.  While continuing to pleasure me with her mouth, she would slowly bring her body to a sitting position.  Again, I can't say why that should be so much more exciting than our usual position, but it certainly was.

Try as I might, I could barely hold back my climax when Ellie was riding my face in that manner.  She was quick to help me, though, and when she sensed I had reached my limit of stimulation, she'd actually bite the head of my penis hard enough to distract me.  Due to that sort of help from her, I was able to keep from cumming for a much longer time than had been normal for me in the past.  That my wife appreciated my ability to hold off, with her help, of course, was shown when she reached orgasm every night during the five days preceding Glenda's visit.  I had no idea why she was so interested in sex during that period, but I was glad of it.

Glenda arrived right on schedule, on a Friday afternoon while I was at work.  Since I am in a senior management position with my company, it would have been a simple thing for me to take off work to be there to welcome our visitor, but when I offered to do so, Ellie declined, saying she wanted Glenda all to herself for a few hours before she had to share her with me.  That sounded perfectly reasonable to me, so I kept to my usual schedule.

I arrived home at my usual time of 6:00 in the evening, and was met at the door by Ellie and Glenda.  I'd been prepared for seeing a beautiful young woman, but the stunning, vibrant creature introduced to me by my wife simply took away my breath.  She had gorgeous auburn hair, full red lips, and breasts to die for.  Her height was the equal of my own, which is one inch less than six feet, which further increased her commanding presence.  It was all I could do to return her greetings and firm handshake, and I'm sure she could feel the trembling in my hand as we made contact.

She was the mistress of the situation, and smoothed over any fumbling on my part.  Soon we were seated in the living room, Ellie and I side by side on the couch, and Glenda sitting across from us in one of the two overstuffed chairs on the opposite side of the coffee table.  Mixed drinks and appetizers had already been placed on the table, and I was glad of the diversion they provided.  The snacks and drinks gave me a much-needed chance to catch my breath and get my thoughts in order.

We chatted easily, after I overcame my initial nervousness, with our guest usually leading the conversation.  I found it particularly engrossing to listen to her tales of her former job at a medical clinic in Philadelphia, where she had been a psychiatric nurse.  As she told of the patients she'd counseled there, it was easy to see the concern she had for them.

She described the clinic as one that specialized in treating gender-dysphoric men and women.  When I said I wasn't familiar with that area of medicine, she described it by saying her patients were people who were born as one sex or the other, but believed strongly they were of the opposite sex.  She said in her experience those she had contact with always described their condition as "being born in the wrong body."

Glenda told us that about two years ago she had become increasingly unsatisfied with the traditional responses that medical practitioners gave when they confronted one of the patients.  She said the doctors seemed to approach every case with the mindset that the patient was merely "confused," and the correct course of treatment was to make him or her accept their physical sex, regardless of their mental orientation.  She thought that approach was not only wrong, it was life-threatening.

A few of the people she had counseled, and who had been refused gender-reassignment surgery by the doctors, had actually attempted suicide.  After the fourth time that had happened, Glenda made the decision to resign her position, and to offer private counseling.  That's what she'd been doing ever since, and as she talked, it was obvious to me that she was extremely satisfied, and actually even excited, by her work.  Given my own state of mind when thinking of my job, and what I knew of the employees under me, I knew just how rare such a thing was.  I told her I was glad she'd found such a rewarding line of work, and hoped she'd continue to find it just as exciting in the years to come.

We continued our conversation during the excellent meal both women served a few minutes later.  It was when the dessert course was served that Glenda said casually that she would have to be leaving us for a few hours that evening, since she had an appointment for a counseling session.  That apparently was the reason for her visit to our city, and why she had called Ellie to see if we could get together during her time here. 

She then said, "Ellie, why don't you come with me?  I can guarantee it'll be a fun time for you, and maybe you can even help me.  There'll be three men at the session, and I'm sure there would be plenty for you to do.  How about it?"

My wife didn't hesitate in the least, which made me momentarily wonder if the two women had discussed the idea beforehand, and were using this invitation as a way of giving me a chance to make an objection.  I had none, of course, and when Ellie said she'd love to go along if I had no other plans, I told her to go ahead.  I was sure I'd be fine left to my own devices, since I had a new book to read.

I even offered to clear the table and put the dinnerware in the dishwasher so they could take care of their preparations for their evening out.  Ellie came to my chair then and kissed me warmly, thanking me for being such a good husband.  Glenda agreed with her, and said something about me being a "jewel" of a man, and how lucky her friend was to have married me.  I loved hearing that sort of stuff, and my brain was euphoric as I cleared the table.

In less than half an hour, the two were back to say their good-byes.  Ellie was her usual pretty self, but Glenda was simply overwhelming in her beauty.  I'd always been proud when in public with my wife, and was pleased by the admiring glances she attracted.  However, when she stood there beside her friend, there was no comparison.  Glenda was simply breathtaking in her beauty.

She was wearing a short green dress that set off her greenish-gold eyes, and somehow even accentuated the auburn highlights in her hair.  The dress was made of a material that was almost velvet in texture, of a solid Kelly green in color, except for ruffled cuffs that were fashioned of a brilliant white lace.  The same lace outlined her bodice, which was so low cut that it revealed almost half of each of her ample breasts.  The amount that was revealed told me that she was wearing no other garment between her flesh and the dress, and it was obvious that her globes were very much self-supporting.

Probably the most stunning parts of her outfit, though, were the boots she was wearing.  They were probably thigh-high, but I couldn't tell since they disappeared under her short skirt.  They were made of highly-polished black leather, which gleamed so much that I was sure they would show the reflection of my face were I to fall to my knees in front of the angel who was wearing them.

That thought snapped me back to reality, and the guilty look on my face must have been amusing to the two women.  They looked at each other, smiling and laughing softly.  Finally Ellie said, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

My heartfelt, emotion-laden response of, "God, yes," made them laugh even more, and I'm sure my face was blushing with embarrassment.  Rather than react in a jealous manner, my wife said simply, "I've always known it.  She's one of a kind, and I love her all the more for it."  That last statement seemed to be as emotionally-charged as my own, and I stood there with my mind a blank, trying to fathom the hidden meanings that seemed to be there.

At last they said their farewells, and walked out the door.  Glenda had picked up a briefcase that was beside the door, and she carried it easily, looking for all the world like a salesperson going out on a call.  I knew if that were the case, any customers would find it impossible to resist her sales pitch.

I finished my chores, and then sat on the couch absently watching television and trying to read my book.  It was a waste of time, though, since the images of Glenda kept racing through my mind's eye.  After awhile, I must have fallen asleep on the couch, and the dream I had demonstrated vividly the state of my fevered brain.

I was lying on our bed, naked and on my back, with my monstrously-erect penis bobbing back in forth in its arousal.  Glenda was standing beside me, dressed just as she had been that evening.  As I watched in fascination, she very slowly and sensuously began to roll one of her lace cuffs toward her elbow.  Over and over she folded the cloth sleeve, until at last it had reached a point where her entire lower arm was exposed.

She offered the arm to me, and I worshipped it with my kisses, even licking it in my passion.  She pulled away, and then repeated her actions on her other arm, stopping only when that sleeve was also above her elbow.  Again she presented her bare arm to me to worship, and again I did so to the best of my ability.

This time when she pulled back, Ellie was standing there looking down at me with a severe expression on her face.  In a soft whisper, she said, "So this is how you remain faithful, is it?  You'll be sorry."

She then said to her friend, "He needs to be punished for what he made you do."

Glenda placed her briefcase on the bed beside me, and as she opened it and reached inside, she replied, "That's why I'm here, my love.  His time has come."

I awoke with a start then, my body bathed in a cold sweat.  The dream was so vivid that I actually looked around to see if the two women were there in the room with me, but I was alone.  The only evidence of my dream was betrayed by the tent in my trousers, and I knew my cock was as hard as it had been in years.  A sense of embarrassment warred with my arousal, until I finally decided it was time to go to bed.  And so I did.

Sleep was difficult to attain, but I finally slipped off.  To the best of my memory, I didn't have that dream again, or any other.  In fact, my next memory is of somebody being in the bed with me, and then of hands pulling down my undershorts.  It was a warm summer night, and my shorts were the only thing I was wearing, so I was quickly naked. 

Before I could come even half awake, I felt a mouth close over my semi-erect penis, drawing it inside a moist, warm place.  Even though the room was dark, I could tell by the subtle clues of scent, touch, and sound that it was my wife who was favoring me.  She seemed almost frantic in her efforts, and before more than a few seconds had passed, she swung one leg over my body and lowered her crotch to my face.

I needed no instructions to begin licking her fevered, extremely wet pussy, and soon the sounds of her moans of arousal covered any other.  I'm sure I was still feeling arousal from the very-exciting dream I'd had earlier, and what was happening then was very erotic to me.  I wanted to lick and suck as hard as I could, but was able to follow the instructions Ellie had given me in the preceding days.  Soon my efforts were rewarded by her even more frantic efforts to suck my cock completely off my body, while pressing her vagina so forcefully against me that I almost suffocated.

That she was very aroused was demonstrated by the fact that she reached orgasm without ever having to delay mine by biting my cock, as she had been doing in previous days.  Her spasms seemed to go on forever, with my mouth being tightly covered by her pussy, and my nose being buried in her backside all the time.  When she finally lifted up a slight amount, I gasped for breath.

Before I could cum, she pulled her mouth away from me.  It was quickly replaced by her hand, and she stroked me only once or twice before my own orgasm erupted.  I didn't realize until I was spent that she had been squeezing my balls viciously during the entire time, and the pain that shot through my abdomen was just further proof of her arousal.

At last she moved to lie beside me, both of us panting for breath and struggling to regain our composure.  I turned to her, whispering softly, "That was wonderful, honey.  Why were you so turned on tonight?  I haven't seen you like that for years, if ever.  What did you two do, anyway?"

She didn't answer for awhile, and I thought that maybe she wasn't going to.  At last, however, she replied, "It was just a fun time to talk to Glennie again.  I've really missed her.  I guess that thinking of you here in bed just got me hot, and I couldn't keep my hands off you."

That didn't do much to explain her extreme arousal, but both of us were too sleepy by then to spend any more time on the subject.  She rolled to her stomach, said a quiet good night, and fell asleep immediately.  I lay there waiting for the throbbing in my balls to subside, and then after awhile joined her.

To be continued. . .