Even On A Bad Day There Is Always Lipstick!

I just can't help it! I adore the taste and feel of lipstick on my lips! I know alot of you feel the same as I do. Here are some images for my "lipstick" girls!

Monica!

(A word from Rita: This is Monica's story. From stories she told me about her growing up I decided to piece together as much as I could in a coherent fashion. She will be speaking in the first person. Enjoy and please comment! Kisses......Rita!)

I was an only child. Maybe things would have worked out different for me had I other siblings especially an older brother. I did, however, have really great parents. Both of them were born and grew up near the Italian Alps. My father is a sweetheart and very loving. There was nothing he wouldn't do for me. Especially after my mother died. I was eight years old when it happened. She was working somewhere in France when the accident happened. She was a part time model and had been doing a photo layout for some French fashion magazine when the car she was riding in was hit by a truck. We were devastated. She was a very beautiful woman and a very loving mother. My memories of her are all good. She was the most feminine person I ever met. She always dressed in the height of fashion and would never dream of being seen without her hair done just so and her face perfectly made up. Growing up I remember she had her own dressing room apart from the bedroom she shared with my father. I often kept her company while she dressed or applied her makeup. She would often let me into her things so I could play at dressup games. As a result I became very enamoured of feminine things. After she left us I refused to let my father touch any of her things. They were my only link to her. I spent much of my free time in that room wearing this or that. Mostly I cried.

My father was away on business a lot when I was young. He spent about two weeks every other month or so in Italy. My grandmother moved in with us so I wouldn't be alone. We call her Nona and she is the head of the family. She's a wonderful person and knows everything about Italian culture including food. She had opened her first restaurant when she was barely in her twenties. For the most part life was good. I had friends in the neighborhood but I mostly associated with the girls. I thought the boys were too rough and dirty. The girls were more interested in the thing I liked to do most. Play dressup! We would spend hours playing with all the costume jewelry my mother had accumulated over the years as well as some of her clothing and makeup. One afternoon my friend Julie came over with her little brother David. She had to take care of him that day because all the schools were closed for some reason and her parents were both at work. I didn't mind. He was a nice boy. We played some board games for a bit and Julie suggested playing dressup. I told her that boys were not allowed in the dressing room. She told me that David would behave so I reluctantly gave in and we went up to play. We did the usual things with various hats, scarves and jewelery. David just sat quietly on a settee' as we did our thing. Julie took an oversize faux pearl necklace and draped it around David's neck. He looked down at it and gave the cutest giggle. In no time at all we ganged up on him and had him wearing various girly things. We put ribbons in his hair, dusted his face with powder and had him wearing a short satin slip over his clothes. We had the greatest time teasing him and dressing him up. It was the most fun we ever had in our dressup games because we both knew we were doing it to a boy! After that we included David in our fun. We told him he was an official girl and named him Deena. He loved playing with us as Deena. It wasn't long before we had him totally dressed in one of my old dresses with a short hair piece we found in my mother's closet. I was loving every minute of it. I realized that under the right conditions that boys could be fun to play with as well. It was the beginning of my obsession with feminine boys. Well, after a few months Julie and David moved away and my fun came to an end but I never forgot about it. I remember watching some sitcom one night when one of the teenage boys had to, for some reason, dress up like a girl. He looked so gorgeous to me. I began getting a weird tingly sensation in the pit of my stomach looking at him. I was attracted to him. I wanted to be with him as long as he looked like a girl. When I played dressup after that I tried pretending that I was a boy dressing up in girly things but it just didn't feel right. I was too much of a girl for it to work. I needed another David to play with but had no idea where to find one. All the other boys I knew would have died rather than wear something pretty. Then one summer the opportunity presented it self.

Although my immediate family is very close I knew very little about my father's sister, Marie. I knew she was married to a doctor and had a son named Larry but that was about it. I remember it was right after school let out that I was told that cousin Larry would be coming to stay with us for a bit while his parents went to Europe. He was a shy boy when we first met and I would normally just take charge on what games we would play or TV shows we would watch. At this time I was also drawing a lot. I would spend hours in the dressing room with my drawing pad and pencils copying pictures from fashion magazines. In most of the pictures I would draw the models with short hair pretending they were really boys all dressed up. Larry once commented on it and I told him flat out that they were boys. They just preferred dresses and high heels to boys clothes. One hot afternoon I decided that we would go swimming in the backyard pool. Larry said he didn't bring anything to swim in so I offered him an old swimsuit of mine to wear. It was a pink and white two piece suit. At first he balked at the idea but after assuring him that no one would see he reluctantly wore it. At first just the bottoms but I dared him to wear the top too, just for fun. He did. After he put it on my brain went into overdrive. It wasn't long before I had him in a matching wrap, sandals and a cute femmy pair of sunglasses. After we both applied a scented sunblock we went out to swim. He looked so adorable in my swim suit! I was getting those tingly feelings again! We swam around and died off in the sun for a few hours having a great time. When we went in to change I was shocked at the tan lines on his smooth chest. "Larry, you have girly tan lines from wearing the top of my swim suit"! He looked in the mirror turning back and forth with a shocked look on his face. We were both soon laughing about it. I decided then and there that the next day I would get him in a dress!

I showed him all around the dressing room. The closets filled with all sorts of dresses and shoes. The drawers filled with lacy, silky lingerie. The vanity covered with cosmetics. I told him about all the time I spent in that room sometimes with friends but more often alone playing my dressup games. He just nodded his head as I spoke. I gave him a sly grin. "Wanna play?", I coyly asked. At first he didn't want to but I reminded him that the day before he was totally dressed like a girl in my swim wear. I heard him softly sigh. "Oh....okay....but don't tell anybody, Monica". I assured him I wouldn't. I began picking out an outfit for him. I decided to dress him in some of my things so the fit would be better. He was very thin in those days and I thought even my things would be to big for him. I selected a dress I wore when I was a flower girl for another cousin's wedding the previous summer. It was a very pretty pink ruffled dress that I just adored wearing. I chose the appropriate lingerie and told him to strip. I let out a giggle when he took his shirt off reveling his girly tan lines! He giggled too! I had him put on a silky pair of panties along with a matching bra that I took delight in hooking for him. Some sheer pantyhose and a long satin slip followed. All the while he remained silent but I could feel him trembling. I had him step into some shoes with only a two inch heel. I told him to walk around to get used to them. I watched with utter delight as he slowly made his way around the room. "Put a little sway in your step, missy!", I told him. Giggling like a little school girl he did just that. He was getting into it! I motioned towards the vanity. "Okay, sit! Let's pretty you up a bit". He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "You didn't say anything about makeup!", he stammered. I told him I'd use just a little bit and he plopped down on the padded seat. "That's not the way a girl sits down!", I said and proceded to coach him on the fine art of sitting in a dress or skirt. After that I went to work on his face. Just a little powder, eyeshadow, mascara, blusher and lipstick in a soft magenta shade. He looked like a living doll! His hair was short so I fitted him with a shoulder length blond wig. On impulse I spritzed him with a little perfume. He was quiet all during this. I added earrings and a pearl necklace. When he saw himself in the mirror he was silent for a long time. I just sat and stared at him. After what seemed an hour he started turning his head this way and that. His hands spread out his dress. I saw a smile playing on his freshly painted lips. "I look like a real girl", he said in a small voice. His fingers came up to his face as if to confirm the fact that he was really that pretty girl in the mirror. He held his hands in front of him and frowned just for a second. I got up and stood behind him. Putting a hand on his shoulder I asked him if he'd like to have his nails polished to match his lipstick. He looked at me and just nodded. While I shaped and polished his nails I asked him how he felt. "It feels really kind of strange...but it feels nice too", he shyly said. "Would you do it again, Larry?" He frowned at the mention of his name. I quickly jumped in. "Oh, well you really don't look like a Larry in that pretty dress. What should I call you"? He told me he really didn't know as he watched me paint his nails a shimmery magenta. "Well, what women do you admire?", I asked. "I like Madonna", he said with a smile on his lips. For some reason the name Laura came flooding into my mind. The weird thing about it was I heard my mother say the name in my head. "Laura, your name is Laura", I stated, leaving no room for debate. "Laura", he whispered. "Yes....I like that a lot". She became Laura at that very moment as she waited for her nails to dry.

She spent the rest of the day trying on different outfits and was really having a ball. So was I. Nona was out visiting some friends so we had the run of the house. It took some convincing to get Laura to step outside but when she did and felt her first breeze blow up her skirt she was overjoyed! We sat outside sipping lemonade and chatted. "Like being a girl?", I coyly asked her. "I do. I didn't think I would but I love it. Do you think I'm weird"? I told her I didn't think that at all. We talked about a lot of things and she really opened up. I was liking my new girl cousin. As it was starting to get late we realized that all good things have to come to an end. For now anyway. She reluctantly took off her dress and after showering and removing her pretty nail polish she was back looking like Larry again. I never called her that again. She was Laura now and that's the way we both wanted it. She wore panties under her jeans like any girl would. That night as she was getting ready for bed I snuck into her room and handed her a pretty black lacy babydoll nightie to wear. She squealed with delight after she put it on. We sat and talked and I surprised her by giving her a pedicure. She didn't object at all. Actually she giggled wiggling her now bright magenta toenails in the soft light. We both got into bed together and cuddled and talked about all things girly. I gave her a crash course on being a girl that night. She, for her part, asked tons of questions. The rest of her stay was spent as a girl. Even if others were around she'd be decked out in the frilliest of lingerie under her boy things. It was a sad moment when she went home but we talked on the phone every day and saw each other most weekends. I knew she wasn't really happy at home and I also knew she was secretly dressing up and putting on makeup there as well. Eventually she got caught but I'll let Laura tell you about all of that at another time.

I tried liking boys but it didn't give me the satisfaction and inner peace I felt when I had a boy in panties. I tried with some others but it would never work out and some even handled it hostilely. I thought I might be a lesbian and even had a few flings in that direction when I started college. It was fun and I enjoyed it but after losing my virginity I realized that I also liked cock as well. I decided what I really needed to make my life complete was a feminine man who would dress like a woman but still function sexually as a man. I never thought that would happen and then I met Rita working in the library. Well you know how that turned out! We became best of friends and soul mates on an entirely different level. She already had the love of her life and I wouldn't jeopardize that for all the world. I eventually found the perfect person but, if you have been following this saga, you already know that. Well, that's my story.

I Will Be Back Soon!

I've been busy....sorry!

Fork In The Road!

I feel like I've come to a fork in the road. I'm in danger of just basically repeating myself. Things really calmed down and fell into a routine after that summer. We all still get together for our Friday night fun and games. Danny is still, and always will be, my one and only man. Oh, believe me, I've had offers but always turned them down. Some knew about me and some didn't. If I am anything I am loyal. My family, my friends and my career are all that matter to me. I spent many hours at work at the restaurant climbing up the ladder that eventually led me to be an executive chef. I learned that my real interest was in the management end of the business. I enrolled in several good culinary schools not only to refine my cooking skills but to learn the actual dynamics of making a restaurant successful. Not, by any means, an easy task. I spend very little time now actually cooking although one of my passions is to test recipes and make them more assessable to the average home cook. I get paid, quite handsomely, for consulting. Spending some time in a restaurant and identifying the problems is a challenge I adore. Sometimes it works out and some times it just doesn't. I also write for several food and wine publications. When you don't see a post from me in a while then you know I'm either traveling or trying to make a deadline. I try to fly these days as little as possible. I love my life, so far, and I love being a woman. Some people my argue that I'm really not a woman because I don't have ovaries or get a period every month. I know the truth. My sex is between my ears and not between my legs. I have no plans to "go all the way" with SRS. I've been criticised in some circles for this. I just don't feel the need. Period. End of story!

I've gotten some lovely E-mails from some of you requesting that I write about the girls. I've decided that that is what I will do for the near future. I would have to start with Monica, of course. I love her dearly and don't know what my life would have been like without her. Laura and Stephanie as well as Stacy and Chrissy will follow.

If there is anything else you wish to know please don't hesitate to write to me, either here or in an e-mail. I must warn you that any "hate" generated in my direction will be removed. Censorship? Maybe. It's my blog and I want the energy here to be positive and stimulating.

More soon.....kisses, Rita

I Do Things!

For the rest of that summer and up until my first anniversary being with Danny things were pretty routine. I poured myself into my work at the restaurant taking on more and more responsibilities. Laura did likewise as her talents for buying and selling properties became more sought after. We saw Monica and Stephanie most weekends and shared many a good meal, bottle of wine and lots of naughty fun. Danny continued to drop by much to my delight. He always volunteered to do a project around the house. "Man's work" he called it. Electrical, plumbing, masonry, landscaping...he could do it all. But, as far as I was concerned, his main talent was making me scream with passion! It was difficult coming to terms with the way my life had totally changed since I graduated high school. Even more so coming out to Danny less than a year ago. The people and situations that totally transformed my life in such a short time were mind boggling. I was living full time as the woman I always wanted to be ever since my sister, Denise, first dressed me in her communion dress all those years ago. Even after all of that my basic nature remained the same. So far my basic philosophy in life of "do-no-harm-expect-no-harm" was working for me. If you give love you get love. Sounds naive, I know. But I was a happy camper.

About three weeks after the wedding I made an appointment for a color touch up with Stacy. While she expertly got rid of my roots we chatted about things. My major topic of concern was what Chrissy's future would be after summer ended and the new school year started. I knew in my heart of hearts she didn't want to go back to being a boy again. I brought up that subject as I sat contentedly in the salon chair. That's when Stacy dropped a bombshell on me. It turns out that little Chrissy can and will remain a girl while attending school. One of Stacy's better clients is an attorney who filled forms to have Chrissy's gender changed in anticipation for a total sex reassignment in future. She would also begin taking hormone treatments to counteract the oncoming of male puberty as well as counselling. I was overjoyed at this news. "Where is Chrissy, by the way?", I asked. "She's out playing with her friends but she is due back here by one o'clock to do some cleaning and to sit for a wig styling. I smiled as I remembered the first time I met "Christopher" as he shyly sat as his aunt's wig model. I knew immediately there was a budding girl deep in his heart. When she finished my hair looked gorgeous again parted on the side and sweeping around my shoulders. While sitting to have my nails done Chrissy came in with two of her friends. A brother and sister, I was to learn, named Cindy and Josh. Chrissy had told them they could use the restroom in the salon. She was as bubbly as ever when she greeted me. Wearing a very short pair of cutoffs and a peach tank top with a pink glittery kiss mark on it I noted that both her toe and fingernails were painted a bright shiny pink. When her friends left I commented that I thought Josh was a real cutie. "I know"!, Chrissy dreamily replied. We chatted while waiting for my nails to dry. She asked about all the other girls that were at the wedding. I filled her in. I then asked how she felt about being able to continue being a girl even after summer was over. She was very open about it. "I can't be a boy anymore. I don't know how. It's wonderful to know that I can always be a girl because I am a girl". I couldn't agree or identify with that more. "Wig time, Christine!", Stacy called out. "Yea!", was her reply. I hung around to see what style it would be. It was a brunette style that suited Chrissy's pretty little face to perfection. We made plans to continue what we dubbed "girly camp" with a few more outings as time permitted. I also made plans to hook up with Stacy that weekend for some, uhumm, "grown-up time". We all still liked to keep our Friday nights as a get together night for all us girls. That is except Chrissy. She'd have to wait a long time to be invited but it was apparent to me that she was looking at boys a lot differently these days. Well, so was I at her age!

I had planned some light shopping after the salon as I needed shampoo, douche and tampons. While strolling through the mall I couldn't resist checking out Fredrick's of Hollywood to see if there was some racy little confection I could tempt Danny with. I found this totally sexy little black lace number that I knew would look killer on me. Beautifully styled it would leave my breasts fully exposed. I didn't hesitate. I knew Danny was back at Lorita working on expanding our modest outdoor grill and deserved a reward. When I got home he was just finishing up. After a nice long kiss and compliment on how nice my hair looked he went off to take a shower and change. I noticed some nice looking rib eye's in the fridge and figured we would be breaking the grill in later on. I popped into Laura's office to say hello. She was just getting off the phone and greeted me with my second long kiss since I arrived home. I couldn't wait to show her my purchase. She squealed with delight when she saw it! "You're gonna kill that boy before your first anniversary if you keep this up!", she giggled. I heard Danny heading our way and quickly hid the sexy bit of nothing behind my back. "What's that?", he asked. "Nothing...girl stuff...go away!", I smiled. "Okay, whatever", he said. Later, while he grilled the steaks, I set about fixing up a salad and selecting the right wine for our meal. A nice bottle of Spanish garnacha. Over dinner the three of us made light conversation about things in general. It was Laura who brought up our impending anniversary. "Any special plans?", she asked. I looked at Danny and he at me. "Whatd'ya think babe?", he asked me. "Anything as long as I'm with you, honey", I replied. That brought an "aughhhhhh" from Laura. "Maybe Atlantic City?", he asked. "Sure, sounds perfect. Not too far and I could really get to dress up"! It was settled. My mind was already planning my wardrobe. After dinner Laura went into the living room to watch a movie while Danny and I "retired" early. I quickly went into the bathroom to don my "man eater" outfit. I added some dangly ruby earrings, sultry eye makeup, bright red lipstick and Chanel #5. On impulse I lightly coated my nipples with a deep pink blusher to make them more prominent. I briefly wished at that moment that I had a wet glistening vagina to present him with. I knew he needed vagina every now and then and I also knew he got it. It wasn't a secret between us just as my relationship with the girls wasn't a secret. It was just something that we both came to terms with when we first hooked up. I knew I was his number one and he knew he was mine.When I presented myself Danny was lying in bed reading something not even looking at me. "Honey?", I cooed. "You likey?" I struck a coquettish pose twirling my hair on my finger. His jaw dropped. "Holy fuckin' shit!", he gasped. "Nice mouth!", I said as I sauntered over to him watching a tent grow in his shorts. "You kiss you mother with that mouth?", I giggled. "You never cease to amaze me, babe!", he said shaking his head. "Well, I've got tits now, Daddy, I want to show them off"! I hefted the girls in my hands plucked at my nipples with my long red nails. "You like? Wanna fuck them? Wanna cum all over my tits, Daddy?", I purred. He never took his eyes off me as he pulled down his shorts reveling a very aroused cock. "Ohhhhh....Daddy wants to fuck Mommy's pretty titties, doesn't he"? I teased him unmercifully as I put the palm of my hand on his hard 8 inches of man meat. I then lay full on him grinding my tits to his chest and kissed him hard on the mouth. Our tongues doing a soft ballet together all the while rubbing his cock. I slithered down leaving a kiss trail to the head of his manhood and slipped it between my ruby red lips. Never breaking eye contact I gazed at the passion in his eyes as I slowly bobbed my head up and down on my prize. I pulled off him and began to pump him with my hand. "What's your pleasure, sir?", I purred down at him. In the blink of an eye he had me flat on my back with his cock running up and down through my cleavage. With long strokes he fucked my tits, his cock running slowly over my lips. I could feel the heat and raw animal passion radiating off him in waves! It was making me dizzy with desire. When he came the first blast hit my chin and filled my cleavage. The rest I made sure was in my hungry mouth. After a brief rest we resumed with a very long fucking session with me on all fours gasping for breath. He was really bringing it home tonight. It's amazing what less than four ounces of slinky lace could inspire in him. After another long blast of man juice in my pussy we rested in each other's arms. He made a brave attempt at another go. This time with me on my back. This was "making love" as opposed to fucking. I always orgasm more in this position. He took me there four times before collapsing on me. We both fell asleep with his cock still buried in me. That was a first. Maybe Laura was right! I just might kill him before our first year was up! Nawww...he's my man and my man can handle anything! Even me! Let him have his fun with vagina. When it comes to pleasing my man I was a fast learner and just getting started! Kisses, Rita!

Here Come The Brides!

I awoke to the feeling of a soft kiss on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Laura's pretty face beaming down at me. I put my arms around her neck and drew her lips to mine. In between sweet sissy kisses Laura mentioned something about breakfast. Her playful tongue in my mouth was all the nutrition I craved at the moment but I knew if I didn't get up then I would be in her arms all day and there was much to do. I quickly donned a pair of panties and wrapped a silky robe around me. As I passed Monica and Stephanie's room I could make out some soft conversation and rustling of fabric going on behind the closed door. I paused to eavesdrop just a bit but all I could make out were the words "pink garter" and "right leg". I smiled as I thought about the happy couple preparing to don their wedding gowns. When I got to the kitchen I put on the coffee maker and a kettle to boil some water for tea. While that was being done I made up several batches of waffles for all the girls. About twenty minutes later we were all seated in the kitchen eating and chatting away about what needed to be done and when we were going to do it. Hair, makeup and dressing were all discussed in detail and a time table was made. Stacy would be doing the bulk of the work on our hair while it was decided that I would assist Chrissy with her hair and makeup for the day. Immediately after the breakfast dishes were cleared we all scattered to take showers. To save time I doubled up with Laura and then Stacy. Even though we had a clear schedule we all found time for a bit of teasing and probing. After I donned a silk kimono I ran a nice fragrant bubble bath for our little flower girl. She modestly covered herself as she slipped beneath the flowery bubbles. As she bathed we chatted about the events of the day to come. I was amazed at how naturally feminine she moved as she washed her limbs. I admonished her not to take too long as she still had to have her nails and hair done. I left her a short satin dressing gown and told her she had twenty minutes to soak and then to be in my room to begin getting ready. In the mean time Stacy wound my long blond tresses in big rollers to give them some wave and bounce. By the time we all had our hair tended to I entered my room to see Chrissy sitting at my vanity gazing at her reflection. She looked so sweet! "Ready for some fun, honey?", I said. She just smiled and bit her lower lip. As I was fixing her hair in a cute page boy style we discussed nail polish and makeup. I told her that since this was a special day she could wear a more elaborate makeup than usual. I had secretly purchased a pair of false eyelashes that I thought would give her naturally long lashes a bit of a boost. We talked about all sorts of things while I worked her face and nails over. She was concerned as to what would happen to her once school started in the fall. I told her that being a part time girl was still better than not being a girl at all. She excepted that but I could tell she didn't ever want to go back to being Christopher again. Who could blame her? I thought I was naturally feminine growing up but she was really a girly-girl! As her nails dried I went to work on her face. Nothing tarty. I wanted her to look slightly older than her age but not over the top. After I tweezed some stray brow hair and applied a soft peachy foundation I applied her lashes. She was thrilled and was batting them at her reflection all the time sweetly giggling. We were having so much fun but I had to finish her so I could turn my attention to my own preening and primping. When I was done she looked simply adorable. I left her to apply her own lipstick which I noted was a deep rose shade that I knew would match her gown perfectly. I also left her a small pair of breast forms so she could fill out her bra a little more dramatically. I'm such a thoughtful aunt!

I found Laura sitting at her vanity, hair still in curlers, applying her makeup. Our gowns and lingerie laid out on her bed. She scooted over and patted the seat next to her with her long shiny magenta nails. I smiled and gave her left breast a gentle pinch as I sat beside her and began my own makeup. We chatted as we worked never once removing our gaze from the task at hand. I heard the doorbell ring and Stacy calling out that she would get it. It turned out to be the florist delivering the flowers and bouquets. While I applied my eyeshadow I heard Chrissy yell out how beautiful all the flowers were. I giggled as I realized our little flower girl was taking responsibility for the arrangements! (under her Aunt's supervision, of course!) Laura was taking down my hair as I made my lips shine a vivid red. I returned the favor as she filled in her own luscious lips. Time for lingerie. I chose all black because I was hoping to get Danny alone later that night and I knew that he loved seeing me in all black pretties! Laura chose white. Together we made quite a contrast in our bras, panties, garter belts and sheer stockings. I made a mental note for us to dress like this for each other in the not-to-distant future. We helped each other into our long, bell hemmed, red satin gowns wondering out loud if the two brides were doing the same. I knew that Monica would supervise every aspect of Stephanie's image. From makeup, hair and nails to every stitch of satin and organza. Even the size of her breast forms and perfume would be orchestrated by Monica's talents as a feminizer of boys into girls. Both Laura and I gave each other a critical once over before descending the stairs. With a girly hug we clasped hands and headed down to prepare for the ceremony.

There weren't going to be many guests as this was primarily a private affair amongst our little sissy sorority. As I was preparing champagne buckets the doorbell rang again. This time it was the minister who would be officiating. She was an ordained minister from a church in New Hope that catered to the GLBT community. Ironically her name was Faith. After making the initial greetings Laura led her out to where the actual ceremony would take place. As I was about to shut the door I saw Danny's familiar truck drive up. I could feel my heart beating under my breasts just as it does every time I see him approach. (still to this very day!) He looked so handsome in his Armani suit but at the same time a bit uncomfortable. After all he really is a jeans and work boots kind of guy. I get such a thrill when he takes me still wearing his boots! My clitty twitches just thinking about it! I struck a seductive pose as he walked up the three steps to the front porch. His eyes told me all I needed to know. He loved me in this gown. He put his hands on my hips and drew me close. My arms going automatically around his broad shoulders. He kissed me on the forehead. "Is that all I get?", I pouted. "I didn't want to ruin your makeup, babe", he replied. I licked my luscious red lips as I gazed into his eyes. I put on a sealer over my lipstick, darling, so give me a proper welcome"! With that he planted a long wet one on me till I felt my knees get wobbly. I ran a long nailed finger up his crotch and whispered in his ear. "You're not leaving until I get a piece of this later". "I could fuck you right here on the front porch, you hot little bitch!", he hissed back at me. I laughed and told him he couldn't as there was a child on the premises. I had him right where I wanted him. Horny as hell and dying for my pussy. We went to join the others out in the garden. I passed out the champagne flutes and filled glasses. Sparkling cider for Chrissy although I could swear that at several times during the day she was sneaking some very expensive bubbly! "Oh, well", I thought, I'd probably have done the same and it will probably help her sleep later". I kept my eye on her anyway. We heard a soft chime and turned to see two very beautiful brides walk out hand in hand to the patio.

Monica looked absolutely stunning with her raven hair in a sweeping updo with a thin band of flowers near the crown. Her gown was a vision in white chiffon and lace. I never saw a more stunning bride. That is until I saw Stephanie. She was a feminine mirage before our eyes. Her makeup was immaculate with a look of total calm on her face. She exuded womanly charm from her tightly corseted waist to her upswept blond tresses. Her gown was just stunning. Monica stepped forward with such an air of authority as she beckoned her new wife to her side. I stammered out my utter astonishment as I handed each of them there respective glasses. I must have had envy written all over my face as we began toasting the happy couple. I suddenly longed for a ceremony such as this with my Danny. Even though we had given each other vows while I was dressed in my sister's gown I yearned to do it again in front of witnesses. I vowed that someday it would happen. It was time to begin. Laura was the first to approach the alter followed by me. Chrissy did a splendid job laying rose petals at the feet of the two brides as they slowly sauntered down the make shift aisle of satin. When they were joined hand in hand in front of Faith, Chrissy handed each of the girls their respective bouquets. After a few remarks by Faith about love and commitment Monica began her vows. She promised undying love and affection to her Stephanie. She would always be there to protect her and comfort her in time of need. For Stephanie's part she pledged total devotion and obedience which I found quite interesting. When the two brides kissed I was happy I had put on a waterproof mascara that morning. It was all hugs and kisses after that. About twenty minutes later Monica whisked Laura, Stacy and I to a room inside the house and closed the door. I looked at Laura who just shrugged her shoulders. Monica stood in the middle of the room and Stephanie knelt in front of her with her hands folded together. Monica then raised her gown up around her waist reveling the large dildo made from a mold of Stephanie's own enormous cock strapped to her waist. Monica looked down at her and said, "My darling wife". With that Stephanie leaned in and planted a kiss on the head of, what was basically, her own cock. "With this kiss I promise to always serve my mistress in any way she chooses. Her needs will always come first. I further promise that I will remain my mistress's dutiful wife for ever in satin and lace. I promise this with this kiss". Again Stephanie kissed her cock replica. I was stunned but certainly not surprised. Monica always had something up her sleeve. We rejoined everybody else after that. I noticed Chrissy being very attentive to Danny and smiled. "Well, what are you two talking about?", I asked. "Baseball", Chrissy replied. I shook my head and went for another glass of champagne.

The rest of the afternoon went very nicely. The food was great thanks to the catering services of Cafe Roma. (You didn't think I had the time to cook, did you?) I finally got to spend a few minutes alone with Monica. "Nice touch!", I said, pointing to her waist. She just smiled that smile of hers. "What makes you think that was my idea, Rita?", she slyly said. "You don't give Stephanie enough credit in the creativity department, baby girl!", she cooed. I just laughed at that one. As the sun was sinking over the tree line I began to think about Danny and getting him alone for a while. I knew he was going to work around midnight and I needed an itch scratched badly. As soon as Stacy left with Chrissy I cornered him. Chrissy, it seems, was monopolizing Danny for a fair amount of the day. I'd have to have a long talk with that little flirt! I put my arms around his neck and asked him if he was ready to play with the big girls for a change. He smiled and asked me to lead the way. There were still some people sitting around the living room chatting and drinking as I lead him upstairs. When we got to our bedroom I had him sit in a chair while I slowly slipped out of my gown. Dressed in only my lacy black lingerie I slipped into a pair of sexy, black 5 inch heels. Bending over I brushed my hair and saucily whipped it back onto my shoulders. I could hear his breathing getting harder. I knew it wasn't the only thing getting harder. I smiled and winked at him as I sat at my vanity to apply a nice, thick creamy coat of lipstick. I stood between his spread legs as if I was being inspected. "Like what you see?", I whispered. "Always", he said, never losing eye contact with me. I slowly knelt down and pulled his cock free from his pants. I didn't waste time taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. I wanted him wet and hard as steel pipe. Time was of the essence and I craved a nice, long steamy fuck. He didn't disappoint as he bent me over the bed and tore my panties off. I moaned as his massive meat invaded my cunt. He plowed in and out for a long time. I must have cum a dozen times before I felt his hot load spill into my pussy. God, how I love that man! After some kiss and cuddle time he showered and headed out to work. I looked at the clock and noticed it was about 10PM. I slipped on a new pair of panties and and silk chemise and went down stairs for a nightcap. I saw that Monica, Stephanie and Laura had also taken off there gowns and were sitting around in lingerie. Suddenly feeling overdressed I doffed my chemise and got out the cognac. Monica wanted to sit outside and I knew why. "Why not?", I thought to myself as I accepted a long Havana cigar from Stephanie who then dutifully lit them for us. She just loved to serve. You could tell by the way her big cock was making a mockery of her panties. I saw Monica reach for something from under her chair. Again I was not surprised to see her strap herself into the dildo. It seemed the ceremony wasn't over just yet. Stephanie was out of her panties in a blink of an eye. "Girls?", Monica addressed us. Laura and I knew what was expected of us. We started double teaming Stephanie's cock while Monica slowly fucked her new, and truly devoted, wife into total submission. Laura and I each took turns sucking her cock while Monica spoke soothing words to her whimpering, but very excited young sissy bride. "Such a pretty girl...you love having Mommy fuck you in your tight little pussy, don't you baby doll....that's it princess...take all of it in....Mommy loves her little girl". It seemed to go on for hours and it probably did. We finished our cigars and emptied the cognac bottle while soaking in the hot tub. The next thing I knew it was morning and all of us were still in the tub together as naked as the day we were born. When we all awoke there was no sense of urgency to do anything all day but to lay in the water, drink, eat, fuck and suck. We spent a hedonistic day just lounging around sharing each other's fruits. I knew we would all have to get back to reality soon so I enjoyed every minute of it, thankful that these wonderful women entered my life!

Another Happy Valentine's Day

I know some of you have given up on me. I am truly sorry that 2010 is not shaping up like last year for posting. I miss just the serene pleasure of taking a bit of time and communicating my story and emotions with you. The truth is that my Mom was in a bad car accident and was pretty banged up. She's getting better and I will remain with her as she fully recovers. There is my work as well. Whatever goes on I still have to pay the bills. The economy, being the way it is, has taken a serious bite out of the restaurant business. Be that as it may things are coming around, slowly. I will continue and it shouldn't be that much longer. In the interim I want to wish you all a very happy Valentine's Day with all my love!........Kisses...Rita