Mine & Ours

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© 2015 by Alex Tempera

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Cover Illustration Copyright © 2015

Cover design by Alex Tempera

Dedicated to all men and women who are true to themselves.

A special thanks to
K12
&
Celine Lucienne
for help with my research

This book is really dedicated to those who feel that they have to hide who they truly are, such as men who love to crossdress, and go through life hiding it from those closest to them. Crossdressing is a natural feeling for some men, and not to be used as humiliation. There are those in the lifestyle that only use Crossdressing for humiliation purposes, but for those who just love it because it makes them feel feminine, sexy and submissive, here is to you and the Fem-Dommes that command you.

Sydney and Paxton have been best friends since third grade. They grew up together and were eventually married. He married her to hide from the world that he was gay. She married him to help him hide and because she loved him. Sydney is a New York State Supreme Court Judge. Paxton is an Assistant District Attorney in New York County.

It's ten years later, and now, Paxton has an idea to make his wife finally happy. He introduces her to her first submissive, a crossdresser, knowing she's always been a dominant at heart. In his quest for making her happy, he suggests he find her the perfect sub and she can find one for him. In their exploration into the BDSM lifestyle, they find themselves exploring each other and something changes within their dynamic and their marriage.

A simple romance story that explores the sexuality and BDSM fantasies of both a man and woman, as well as the subs, dressing up just to kneel at their feet.

What happens when a gay man falls in love with his wife?

Sydney stood on the balcony just off her lavish bedroom and gazed out at the grounds of her estate. She looked at the diamond-studded watch on her wrist and shook her head.
Ten years ago today. Happy friggin’ anniversary.
As always, her husband Paxton was not at home. She straightened her posture as she heard the familiar squeak of the rubberized soles of Magda’s shoes on the shiny tiled floor. Sydney didn’t turn around, but spoke quietly. “Magda, what is it?”

“Mrs. Carlton, there is a flower delivery for you.”

“I see. That will be all,” Sydney muttered, still her eyes focusing on the rose garden two stories below. Sydney and Paxton Carlton lived in a large mansion on a three-acre estate, surrounded by a rod-iron gate. Sydney was a sitting judge in the New York State Supreme Court. Their home was just outside the city in a private community only listed as
Abacus
.

Yes, the City. The Big Apple. The city where politicians are made. The city where they met.

Paxton was an attorney, with aspirations for to run for DA in a future election, as soon as he made his mark as a new Assistant District Attorney. That’s what he was probably doing at this moment, trying to make his mark.

Sydney married Paxton ten years ago for two reasons, he married her for one.

Sydney listened as the bedroom door closed behind Magda, her house assistant. The wind picked up slightly and she closed her red sheer robe, hugging herself. The murmuring of the electronic gate caught her attention, and she focused her eyes on the silver Mercedes that pulled up the cobblestone driveway. He got out of the car, and yes, he was still as handsome as the day they met. In third grade.

Sydney pasted a smile on her face as her eyes met his. Paxton nodded and headed into the large mansion. She was about to meet him in the foyer, when she noticed the woman getting out of the car behind him. She sat stunned. It was a surprise to see a woman get out of his car, especially when she came to terms that her husband was a closeted gay man. That was the reason they married. Well, the reason he married her. To not be gay in the public eye.

“Darling, I have a surprise for you,” Paxton’s voice echoed in the vast house. He always called her
Darling
and every time he said the word, he practically sang it.

She lightly fixed her hair and headed directly through the bedroom and down the stairs to meet Paxton and this woman he had. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and to Paxton, his dark black hair slicked back, and a brilliant smile on his face. He always smiled and when he did, her heart melted. She married Paxton because he was a hidden gay man, and she loved him. Truly loved him.

He kissed her cheek. “My darling. Happy Anniversary. I brought this for you.”

“For me?” she gulped. “You got me a woman?”

He snickered lightly. “No, darling, I thought you wanted a new play thing,” he clapped his hands lightly.

At the sound of the clap, the blonde wearing a knee high, but low cut red dress, instantly kneeled in front of Sydney, and placed his hands behind his back, interlocking his fingers..

Sydney touched the blonde’s head. “Eyes up,” she commanded.

He looked up at her, meeting her eyes and waiting for her command.

Sydney looked into Paxton’s eyes. “We need to talk,” she whispered and then focused her attention to the man at her feet. “Stay here, eyes to the floor, until I return,” she commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” he quickly diverted his eyes.

“No speaking unless I say and unless I say differently call me only Lady.”

His eyes remained focused on the floor, kneeling with his arms behind his back.

Sydney took Paxton’s hand and led him toward her large office. She closed the doors behind him. “I don’t understand,” she crossed her arms.

Paxton gazed into her eyes. His blue eyes and smile always tortured her because she could never bring herself to look away. “I want us to both be happy.”

“I still don’t understand,” Sydney sighed, sitting down on the large cushioned-back chair behind her large cherry-wood desk.

Paxton sat on the desk in front of her, and he knew she hated it but would never say a word about it. “I thought about our talk the other day.”

“I didn’t realize you were listening,” she sighed.

“Syd, listen, please. We’ve been married ten years, ten years today to be exact,” he grinned. “You did me a favor and I did you a favor. Now, I think we need to take
us
to a new level.”

“All we did the other night was sit up drinking and talking. It had been a while since we did that,” she sighed. “I told you before, I don’t care who you bring to bed as long as you’re safe and I don’t have to listen to it. I do the same for you, you know.”

“Yes, but darling, it can be more than that,” he smiled. “We’re married. We should be doing things
together
, not on opposite ends of the house.”

“So, you bring me a CD? I don’t quite understand why.”

“Syd, you know me and I know you,” he said. “I think you want more than just a few fucks from non-commitments. I know I do.”

“So, you bring some man dressed like a woman off the street to me?”

“Nope, not at all. I think I know what you like and I think you know what I like. I’ve been doing a little research and I’ve joined a social media site. It’s very confidential and discretionary.”

“What kind of site?”

“It’s called sensualkink.com and it’s very secured. I thought,” he smiled. “I want to get into it. I really do. You know, you said it first. I wanted to do research without having to always go to that club. I want us … I want us to share experiences. Maybe we can start talking again.”

“But you’re gay and I’m straight. Well, I’m the only woman you ever had sex with. Hell, we only have sex three times a year. My birthday. Your birthday and Ground Hog’s day. Now you want to share men?”

“Ground Hog’s day?” he snickered.

“Well, you know,” she grinned, “Our anniversary is on Ground Hog’s day.”

“Oh, I thought maybe you liked our anniversary a bit more than thinking of it as Ground Hog’s day.”

“PJ,” she sighed. She was the only one allowed to call him that. He was really referred to as Paxton Carlton III. His parents wouldn’t dare call him a junior, but she’s called him that since the day they met in third grade, his eyes meeting hers across a crowded classroom. In an instant, they connected. They were inseparable ever since. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you cared so much.”

He took her hand. “Syd, I want us to enter into this lifestyle together.”

“So, still, you bring me a CD? What do you get?”

“He’s not permanent, just for tonight, if that’s what you want,” he stood up and gently pulled her to her feet. “You’re just as controlling as I am, probably more so. I wanted to give you a submissive, one you can do whatever you want to with, within his limits.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Watch,” he kissed her cheek. “We may not have a conventional marriage, but I thought that we should start doing more things together, and now, that includes our fetishes and fantasies. I personally think I could someday find you the perfect submissive play toy. You certainly handled him, uh, her like you knew what you were doing, and what you wanted.”

“Sometimes things just come naturally, But, PJ? You think you know me well enough to pick out my submissive?”

“Oh, darling, I do.”

“Well, if you can do that for me, I definitely can do that for you. So, where should we play? I don’t want this brought into mine or your bedroom.”

“We’ll use the parlor for tonight, and then, we’ll create our own playroom. Lord knows we have a lot of unused rooms.”

Sydney wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth softly. “Thank you for my anniversary present,” she smiled.

“I get one, too,” he kissed her cheek. “Shall we?”

“Oh, most definitely,” she took his hand. “Oh, this one, he will be quiet about this. Neither you or I can afford to have this leak out to the press or the public.”

“He keeps this part of his life to himself. He won’t say a word, if only to keep his own secret safe.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Do I know him? I mean, personally?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “But for tonight, he’s Jessica.”

“Perfect,” she smiled, as he opened the doors and they stood in front of Jessica, as he had remained in the kneeling position.

Paxton took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of his hard-back chair. He positioned it at an angle so he could watch Sydney, with her new sub. He would do anything to keep her happy and he knew that he could never fully do it himself, so he had to do whatever he could. He loved her, just not the way she probably loved him. She sacrificed more for him than he ever did for her. This was going to be a new life for both of them and Sydney may finally be happy, as she deserved. Paxton was anxious to see his wife at play.

Sydney stood in front of the submissive, at her feet. “Eyes up,” she commanded. “Jessica. I will call you Jessica.”

Jessica nodded as his eyes met Sydney’s. “As you wish, Lady.”

“Jessica, do you have any hard limits that I must know about tonight?”

“Yes, Lady,” his eyes stayed in contact.

“Tell me what they are, Jessica.”

“No CBT. Nothing to do with blood, urine or feces, Lady.”

“Anything else?”

“I do not know, Lady” his eyes remained on Sydney’s face.

“Why do you not know?”

“Because I have yet to try something that I have not liked, Lady.”

“Jessica, are you gay?”

“I’m bi-sexual, Lady.”

“Are you in a relationship?”

“No, Lady,” he sighed. “However.”

“However?”

“I was but when she learned about my participation in this lifestyle, she left me. She did not understand, Lady.”

“Well, I do understand,” Sydney smiled. “On your feet.”

Jessica slowly rose with graceful motions to his feet, his eyes never leaving Sydney’s eyes.

Sydney’s eyes flicked over to Paxton, who has since removed his shirt. She loved that sculpted chest on her husband, and would want to take her time with him, so it could last until the next time, but now it would not happen. There was only one way to make Paxton happy, and that was to let him chose her subs, and sometime soon, she would do it for him. She lightly ran her hands through Jessica’s blonde wig and kissed his forehead. “You’re very passable,” she pressed her mouth against his mouth, kissing him softly as she licked his lipstick-covered lips.

“Thank you, Lady,” he whispered.

Sydney slid the straps of his dress off his shoulders and slowly kissed each shoulder, running her tongue over his clavicles. “Over to the sofa, Jessica, and wait for my command.”

“Yes, Lady,” Jessica slowly walked over to the sofa and waited.

Sydney slipped out of her sheer nightgown, letting it fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped out of it and walked over to Jessica. “Hands on the sofa, ass in the air, Jessica. Legs spread. I want to see that pussy of yours dangle.”

“Yes, Lady,” he whispered, bending forward, resting his hands on the sofa.

Sydney reached in between his legs and squeezed his cock, making him jump slightly. “Do not move, Jessica.”

“Yes, Lady.”

“I want to hear your moans and groans. Jessica, your safe word tonight is yellow. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lady,” Jessica said. “I understand.”

“What is your safe word?”

“Yellow. Uh, yellow, Lady.”

“Very good,” she stood behind Jessica and hiked his skirt, exposing his ass and thong. She ran her index finger over the skimpy fabric of the thong and slowly lowered it down Jessica’s legs. Sydney ran the palm of her hand over Jessica’s ass cheeks and then SWAT! SWAT! One on each of the ass cheeks. Sydney diverted her eyes to Paxton, who was now only in his boxers. She had to keep her thoughts of his cock, his body, out of her mind as she focused on this sexy, crossdressing specimen in front of her. She slapped Jessica’s ass again, and then three more times. Sydney leaned forward and inserted her index finger in Jessica’s mouth. “Suck, Jessica, suck.”

Jessica sucked on the one finger and then the second one, as Sydney inserted it in his mouth.

Sydney licked around Jessica’s ear and whispered. “The next time I smack your ass, I want to hear you count, Jessica.”

“Yes, Lady, as you wish,” Jessica panted.

Sydney stood behind Jessica and ran her wet finger around the edge of his asshole. She inserted one finger in and slowly fucked Jessica with the finger, and then she inserted the second one. She continued to fuck Jessica with her fingers as she watched Jessica’s cock get hard and slowly drip. “Do not come until I tell you.”

“Yes, Lady,” he whispered.

“Do not move. I will return,” Sydney pulled her fingers out and walked into the washroom that was off the parlor. She washed her hands and quickly returned. “On your feet, stand straight and fix your skirt,” she commanded.

Jessica stood up slowly and stood up straight, as he pulled down his skirt. Jessica’s cock was tenting the skirt, desperate to be exposed. Sydney stood in front of Jessica and slid the top of his dress down slightly passed his nipples.

Sydney pinched Jessica’s nipples between her fingers, making the nipples peak beyond the perfect hardness. Sydney leaned forward and sucked on each nipple, hard and then soft, hard again and then, she bit down on each nipple. She felt the hard cock of Jessica expand, pushing the skirt off its head. “I see you like, Jessica.” She whispered.

“Yes, Lady, if it pleases you,” Jessica whimpered with panting breath.

Sydney noticed that Paxton was no longer wearing any clothes, and he was slowly rubbing his hand along his large, hard shaft. She wasn’t sure if it were Jessica or herself that made him hard, but she had hoped it was her. Still, she had to push thoughts of her gay husband out of her mind. It was probably for this sub in front of her. This male sub. Maybe he choose Jessica for himself, and not Sydney. Sydney needed to concentrate. She’s been holding in her own orgasm, just thinking of Paxton and it’s not fair to her sub.

Sydney looked in Jessica’s eyes. “Get dressed.”

Jessica pulled her dress straps up and covered himself. He stood in front of Sydney, not sure of what to do next, except wait for her next command.

Sydney sat down on the sofa in front of Jessica, and pulled his cock toward her mouth. “Do. Not. Come. Yet.”

“Yes, Lady,” he whispered as Sydney’s mouth enveloped his cock.

She sucked the entire length of his shaft, long, hard and slowly, as she wrapped her hands around his balls, squeezing gently. She tasted his dripping cock, and pulled her mouth off as she felt he was at his peak before release. “On your knees, Jessica.”

Jessica gracefully kneeled in front of Sydney. “Yes, Lady. How may I serve you?”

Sydney spread her legs and moved to the edge of the sofa. “Taste me, inside and out,” she commanded.

Jessica leaned forward and slowly used his tongue, flicking Sydney’s clit and sucking her long and hard. Sydney ran her hands over Jessica’s long blonde hair, and pulled her head closer to her body. Jessica inserted his tongue inside her opening, fucking her hard with his tongue. As he fucked her and inserted his tongue inside her, he sucked hard, expanding her clit. He brought her to the edge of climax where she was just about to explode. Sydney slowly pushed his head away.

Jessica looked up at Sydney then quickly diverted his eyes to the floor. He placed his hands behind his back. “I apologize, Lady.”

“You did nothing wrong,” Sydney kissed his forehead. “Eyes up.”

Jessica looked up at Sydney, tears streaming down his face. “Lady?”

“I want you to do something else. I should’ve commanded you rather than push you away. I apologize. Do you have a condom and lubrication?”

“Yes, Lady, in my purse,” he pointed to his clutch purse on the stand by the door.

“Go retrieve them,” she commanded, her eyes shifted to Paxton, who was still rubbing his long, hard cock. She was about to do something she never did before, and she needed to do it, to see Paxton’s reaction. She would do anything for him.

Jessica returned with the condom and a small travel-size tube of lubrication. He stood up and extended his hand to Sydney. “Lady, here are the condom and lubrication.”

Sydney stood up. “Have you ever had your ass fucked before?”

“Yes, Lady,” he whispered.

“Male or female?”

“Male, only, Lady.”

“But not a female?”

“I have never been pegged before, but would welcome it, Lady,” he admitted.

“Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass before?”

“Yes, Lady, I have.”

“I want you to fuck me in my ass. Do you have any issue with that?”

“If that is what will please you, I will gladly do it, Lady.”

Sydney looked into his eyes. “Cover yourself with the condom and lubrication, and enter my ass,” she commanded. She walked over to the edge of the sofa, and bent over the arm, exposing her asshole to Paxton.

“Permission to remove my shoes, Lady?” Jessica asked.

“Granted,” she braced herself, anxiously waiting to be entered in her virgin ass.

Jessica kicked off his shoes and was about to put the condom on his shaft, when Paxton stood up quickly. “Yellow!” he called.

Sydney stood up and looked at Jessica and then Paxton. “Yellow? I thought you were just watching.”

Paxton abruptly walked over to Sydney. “Your ass is a virgin.”

“Yes, but I want it in my ass. You said this was my anniversary present. You watch and I get fucked, right? You don’t want to fuck me on our anniversary anymore so you bring someone in here to do it for you. Right?” she crossed her arms.

Paxton looked at Jessica and then Sydney. “I want that asshole. It’s fucking mine to take. You owe that much to me. We are fucking married.”

“And what about Jessica? He also needs that relieved,” Sydney said, though she truly desired Paxton’s entry.

Paxton looked at Jessica. “You sit in my chair, drape your legs over the side and hold on to your cock, rubbing it slowly as you watch me fuck my wife. You will be taken care of, but do not come yet, Jessica.”

He looked at Sydney for approval. “Lady? You’re my Lady.”

“Do what he said and I promise, that will be relieved for you,” Sydney said.

“Yes, Lady,” he walked over to Paxton’s chair, draped his legs over the sides of the chair, and held on to his hard cock. His eyes focused on Paxton and Sydney.

“PJ?” she whispered.

“You’re my wife. That is my ass to take, if it’s ever to be taken.”

“You’re not my boss,” she whispered. “But, please, fuck me.” She bent herself over the arm of the sofa.

Paxton grabbed the tube of lubricant and covered his bare cock. He stood behind Sydney and inserted one finger, slowly loosening her muscles of her asshole. He kneeled behind her and kissed each of her ass cheeks. He ran his finger down her crack and followed it with his tongue. He inserted his tongue in her ass and slowly tongue fucked her. He used his index finger and thumb, reaching under her and pinched her clit, until her body started to shake. He stood up and positioned the head of his cock at her opening, slowly he entered her body, as she enveloped him. He filled her as he slowly pushed in and then pulled out just to the tip of his cock. Paxton continued to fuck her ass, as he plunged his three fingers inside her pussy opening. He fucked her with his cock and his fingers, filling her up, making her release her juices. He pulled out his fingers and sped up his ass fucking, making him release himself inside her ass.

As soon as he pulled out, he motioned to Jessica, “On your knees and suck,” he commanded.

Jessica watched as Sydney stood up and nodded. He kneeled instantly and sucked Paxton’s cock, and inhaled the remnants of Paxton’s release.

Paxton pulled Sydney toward him and kissed her passionately on her mouth, plunging his tongue down her throat and then gazed in her eyes. “Let Jessica fuck your sex, but your ass is always mine,” he touched her face.

Sydney nodded and then lay on the sofa, spreading her legs.

“On your feet, Jessica. Hike up your skirt, put on that condom and fuck my wife,” Paxton ordered.

Jessica rose to his feet, and pulled up his skirt. He walked over to Sydney on the sofa, when she stood up. “Lady?”

“Sit,” she pointed to the sofa.

Jessica sat on the sofa and waited for his instructions.

Sydney looked at Paxton. “We need to talk,” she whispered.

“Later,” he kissed her forehead, and then sat next to Jessica on the sofa.

Sydney straddled Jessica’s lap, impaling herself on his cock. Jessica threw his head back as the tightness and contracting of her insides squeezed him erotically. She rose and lowered herself, contracting her muscles intentionally, so she could grab and squeeze every inch of his cock inside her. She continued thrusting her body up and down, not noticing how Paxton was jerking his own cock, watching her. She continued to fuck Jessica, running her fingers over the cloth that covered his hard nipples. She found her mind running wild with thoughts that would please Paxton, but she had to focus. Yes, bringing Jessica into her life could change something. It did. She finally had an orgasm, multiple orgasms that had nothing to do with her vibrator. She looked down at Jessica. “Come now, Jessica,” she whispered.