I suddenly snapped to when Denise tugged on my hand and I almost stumbled in my heels.
Monday.
7 pm
Denise and I had just arrived at the club that Mandi and Kayla regularly frequent. We were invited for a girls' night out with them.
As usual, Denise drove and as fate would have it, she had to park a couple of rows away from the door. While we were walking to the entrance we overheard two other girls giggle excitedly that this was ladies' night and that they were hoping to be one of the first hundred ladies in.
Apparently they thought it was worth their while.
That was enough for my Denise!
I had only half heard them and then Denise.
I had been pondering matters and taking calculated steps in my heels when Denise suddenly and unilaterally decided we were now getting a move on.
My dark blue bangle bracelets clattered as I maintained my grip on my white purse.
"Come on slowpoke! Not sure what the reward is, but lets see if we can make it too!" Denise exclaimed.
We went as fast as I could in my heels. When we got to the door, the bouncer put a pink wristband on each of us. We made it. He said we would get reduced cost drinks until 11 pm. Not as good as I had hoped for my first ladies' night, but appreciated nonetheless.
I actually felt a twinge of excitement at being a 'woman' and getting cheap drinks as a result.
Great, I thought sarcastically to myself.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Still, I felt as though I had won something. Not s happy as Denise, but still...
Our eyes adjusted as we entered the club. It was fairly dark inside as was usual for this sort of establishment. There were a lot of people here already. Especially for a Monday night. We slowly made our way in.
Hand in hand.
I noticed a lot of people seemed to look at us. Men and women seemed to be interested in checking us out. Checking us out then returning to their friends. For the most part.
I still was not used to being noticed by the cool people. At least not as Shaun. All dolled up Shauna, a hot brunette, wearing blue heels, white stockings, a light blue skirt, a white blouse, and adorned with blue bangle bracelets, blue eye shadow, glossy red lips and light red blush, I apparently was more ogle worthy.
Oh and I was being led in, by the hand of my severely hot brunette girlfriend, Denise. She was similarly clad but with a navy blue skirt and black stockings. I would like to say that she was the one they were all looking at except that several men smiled when they made eye contact with me.
That both flattered me and sent more shivers down my spine.
And made my penis stir in it's cage.
And my butt clench on its 'cock' plug.
The half replica of my wife's lover's cock.
Similar in thickness to my boyfriend's big black cock. My forced boyfriend.
My butt plug since Saturday when my wife Emma gave it to me to wear.
Was it really from Emma or from Naughty? It has been weighing on me. Er in me.
When I brought it to Miranda's attention on Sunday, she had not realized that I still was wearing it, if she even knew I had it rather than my usual vibrating one. My mentioning that it was a replica of Jacques' cock did not seem like a revelation to her. In fact she smiled mischievously and told me that I could enjoy what Emma had been getting. Heck she even added 'Its not the first time that you've had a cock in your ass. You'll survive.'
Could this plug help me to determine if Emma was Naughty or?
Part of me missed having my vibrating plug in my ass.
Part of me shuddered at that thought.
Instinctively I clenched again.
Part of me wished I would stop doing that.
Sadly, it felt kind of good.
No.
I could not think that way.
Part of me felt submissive each time too.
Part of me felt like I was submitting to Jacque's cock.
But was I given it so that I could 'enjoy what Emma had been getting,' as Miranda had playfully suggested? Was it to remind me what it felt to be penetrated by a thick, 'real' cock? To know what Emma felt each time?
Was that in part why I had to have a well hung boyfriend?
Or was I reading too much into the fact that it was a replica of my wife's lover's cock in my ass and too much into Miranda's offhand comments?
Denise tugged on my hand.
Apparently I had stopped walking.
Denise was still searching for the girls. Kayla and Mandi had said they would be here. We were supposed to meet them. Mitch, er Michelle was expected to be with them.
Depending on what his wife wanted for him.
We worked our way into the lightly dense crowd. I was amazed at how well done up the other women were for a Monday night. I felt less conspicuous.
Then we saw them. Or rather they saw us. Mandi, a dark haired brunette with a twinge of red, waved enthusiastically until Denise signalled that she saw her. Mandi, Kayla and Michelle sat on raised stools around a sizeable circular bar table. The other two stools were offered to us.
"I don't believe you two have met yet. Kayla this is Denise, Denise Kayla," Mandi said and the girls said their hellos. Kayla, a classy looking girl with long, straight blonde hair was in stark contrast to my Denise with her shoulder length, dark hair.
Both were hot looking women though.
"Hello Michelle," I said with a smile. I was happy to see how Mitch had been feminized. Kinda odd since that had also been done to me. But kinda cathartic after how he had treated Denise and I several weeks ago.
I felt mixed about it but oddly good inside.
"Hi," Michelle said meekly as she looked up from her very girly drink.
Like the rest of us, she was dressed for a night out on the town as a woman. She had pink heels, white stockings, a pink skirt and a white blouse. However her frilly skirt was shorter. Short enough that you could easily see the clasps of her garters atop her stockings. And she had pink bows atop her opaque white stockings. Her blouse went to her neck and had a frilly, puffiness on her shoulders. Pink was definitely the theme of her look, as large pink bangle bracelets and pink nails adorned her arms and hands. In addition she wore a pink choker and pink loop earrings. Even her lips and blush were pink. Today she wore an auburn wig, which looked natural on her complete with a wide pink bow and a ponytail.
Even though she looked passable she stood out as different from the rest of us with all her pink frilliness. That and the lack of a smile on her face.
For sure he caught everyone's eye dressed as he was, and they saw him as a woman.
I could not help but grin upon seeing her and knowing how much it must have been killing Mitch inside. At least the Mitch that I knew. The arrogant, testosterone laden, thought he was a gift to women, Mitch.
I remembered how he had fucked my Denise in front of me in my own office. Fucked her pussy and then her ass. I recalled how smugly he called me a 'Panty assed faggot' and declared 'You must like dick or you would not be dressed like a bitch in heat.' How he forced me to clean his cock after he had pumped his jism into Denise's ass.
Now he was the 'Panty assed faggot' as he saw it and he was taking real men's cocks.
In his ass.
And his mouth.
I couldn't help but crack a smile.
Mandi immediately waved our waitress over and an order for more drinks for them and some for us went in. Then she slipped into small talk for a few minutes with Denise, Kayla and I as if we had been friends for a long time. It felt odd but good to be accepted as one of the girls.
Just after the waitress arrived with our drinks an average looking dark haired guy, about 5' 9" or so in height stopped by our table.
"Would any of you fine ladies like to dance this evening?" he queried with a smile on his face and a bit of a swagger in his voice.
Mandi smiled back at him then looked over at Michelle who was fidgeting under the table.
"I think my shy friend, Michelle over here would be interested in several dances with you. Wouldn't you Michelle?"
The man smiled broadly as he sized Michelle up. Not the prettiest woman at the table but one willing to dance with him and perhaps more, his gaze seemed to reveal.
"I, uh," Michelle began.
