It suddenly felt wrong to be thinking about this moment with his wife from all those years before. Still, he couldn’t help but remember as he partially recreated its echoes with another. It was a wonder that anyone could experience even echoes of all that without finishing then and there. Somehow Richard managed it. James was grateful for his staying power as he still didn’t want this to end. As he got up off his knees, ready to then get down on all fours, he looked down with satisfaction on seeing that his own sumptuous red lipstick was, indeed, on Richard in a thick and clear ring around his girth.
That red lipstick line, about an inch from Richard’s base, now seemed every bit as promising and inviting as the one from the moment years before, even if James was now going to be the receiver of a hard and perfect fucking rather than the giver. He’d vaguely known, even back then and even if he hadn’t yet dared to admit it, that one day he wanted to swap roles. He wanted to feel what it was like to trust someone enough to not just let them come inside, but to slam as deep into you as they possibly could with restraint-free abandon.
As James flipped up his skirt and helped Richard into position at the entrance to his rear lips, the red line and the fact that they were now on the marital bed made James think of his wife some more. James and Diana lived in Sydney, and the whole environment of World Pride 2023 celebrations of the last weeks had made it easier for him to talk about what he liked, what he wanted, why it mattered, and also how it was nothing remotely to be feared or else ashamed of. As much clearly sat in the background to what was happening and about to happen here.
James felt a pang of guilt in this crucial moment but it had nothing to do with queer desire. The pang of guilt was about something else entirely, in that James was not sharing this moment properly and fully with Diana. World Pride had been the final prompt for James to suck his first cock and get ready to now take it inside precisely as he had really always wanted. But he never would have gotten here at all if Diana hadn’t helped him, even if there had been many difficult moments and difficult conversations leading up to this and over the years.
James now wished in earnest that Diana was here. He couldn’t and wouldn’t stop now. He would tell her after given he told her everything in time. They had an extremely strong love and he believed it would survive this. He thought and hoped she would come to understand and forgive him. Having worked through that in his mind he opened his cheeks invitingly wide, and like the wanton slut he was becoming looked back to Richard as if to beg him to take him. Not just satisfied to wait for his attentions, though, James leaned back to try and press cock inside. That it took exquisitely long moments to expand all the way around Richard’s perfectly shaped prelude made welcoming him in feel all the better.
James’ lips stretched and slid over the start of his new lover, in what was the equivalent of a long, tight, passionate and deep-set French kiss. Those lips embraced and moulded themselves over and around Richard, caressing him and never wanting to let him go. Everything was so sensitive back there and so enlivened with erotic charge, that James shook and shivered with its pleasures. When Richard’s head did ease through, just as James had done when sucking with his alternative lips, he savoured the feeling of locking around the shaft and exploring every last ridged and variegated surface. This was true and genuine ecstasy. All that remained was to take things even higher.
Being so ready for so long to have someone fuck the bejesus out of him, after the initial opening Richard slid in smoothly, firmly, and with confidence and intent. Despite his size it wasn’t going to be long before the red line was well and truly passed. James would never forget those initial moments as he felt himself opening to new life. When the red line passed James’ lips and the moment came when cock bottomed out inside, James moaned in an unrestrained, deep-felt, fully sated cry. This was a pleasure Diana herself foretold years before. He remembered Diana’s words even through the delicious fog he shared with Richard and which now bound the two together.
She’d long said that one day he would find his own Richard and that this would happen. Diana knew James better than he knew himself. If she was there right that moment he would want to say to her that he’d tried so many times to tell her that he was ready to go further and wanted to. But the timing had never been right. Then when there was an opening he tripped over his words or else his normally-abundant courage failed him. James had become so frustrated with himself, but also with Diana for not seeing what he needed. For the last time some unexpected classical literary thoughts came rushing back to him.
James thought of Ovid and about his stories of metamorphosis in his own highly changing times in Ancient Rome. Once upon a time, and in fact on the same day she’d delivered him a thick red lipstick ring mark around his cock, Diana had introduced him to his cum fetish. That story would be to think through at another moment, but its reflected relevance was that his very own Goddess had fed him cum and left him with a taste for it. That’s one of the things that had led him to a certain kind of self discovery, then on to the complicated, growing, submissive-strong desire to become a cum slut.
Looking back that was the start of James’ metamorphosis. It’s what he wanted and Diana had simply divined as much. If only she truly realised how much further he wanted to go. But then again he suspected somewhere and underneath she always did. He thought of how he had changed already right as Richard’s full length was bottoming out, past lace g-string, connected by sassy suspenders to lace-topped pull up black hosiery, all exposed by turning up that stylish pleated green and black kimono-inspired skirt, and even as he felt the satisfying rub of his matching bra under a classy if cum covered white blouse.
When one added in carefully manicured make up, the sumptuous red lip stick, and discrete if classy earrings, James looked his absolute best self. He also felt his absolute best self, reinforced by the relief of real cock massaging over his inner pleasure zone. He’d never been able to touch himself like this. He could barely believe how good it felt. James might have been changing into a cum-loving cock-sucking slut. Indeed, now that he thought of it he suspected he was well on the way to earning that title of cock-sucking superstar. But he looked and felt classy too.
Despite being together for so many years Diana had never seen James in his fully-feminised and submissive state, let alone in the throes of this form of ecstasy. So, did he consciously want to get caught dressed up like this, and with Dick bottoming out inside of him whilst his upper lips, chin and chest were already cum covered no less? Not really. But then again, and underneath the genuine horror he felt in his gut as he heard the bedroom door open, there was also a mix of relief as Diana stood hands on hips and glowered down at Richard.