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Subject: Tom and Candy (story; tv, m-m.  Parts 7-9 of 9)
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Something I found on the Web.
--Kali

}Part Seven

Tom helped Candy out of the car, patted her swishy rear playful
ly, and followed her into the mall. Their hands brushed as they
pushed through the door and it seemed the most natural thing in
the world to hold hands after that. Both were tingling with the
excitement of shopping for Tom's silkie underwear, and they
thought they would look for skirts, blouses, & dresses another
time. Heels were still another matter. They agreed it would be
most fun to check four or five places before buying anything.

"How can I even know what styles to look for?" Tom asked.

"You are wearing Helen's underwear now and we can look for those
styles this time. Helen didn't like Victoria's Secret or Freder
ick's of Hollywood. She said those styles were too extreme and
uncomfortable, and I agreed with her. When I bought her panties I
went to places like Marshall Fields, Sears, &  Pennys. Nothing
sensational but still sexy as hell. We could try Lane Bryant,
Lerners, Limited, or Sax (for Sex) Fifth Avenue.

"I can't believe I'm actually shopping for silkie panties that
I'm going to wear," Tom said as they headed into Marshall Fields.
In the lingerie department Tom was embarrassed looking at the
sheer and frilly see-through panties on display, but with Candy
with him, he was managing. Candy told the clerk she was looking
for something with lace trim on the leg bands, and she seemed
disappointed not to find much to choose from. They tried the same
ploy at a few other places, but they found panties that looked
uncomfortable or extreme in fashion, not good solid silkies in
delightful pastels or even "virgin" white.

Candy said the problem was that women in general seem to have one
idea of which panties men would like to see, and some men have a
different idea. How anyone can know this she didn't know, but she
didn't like thigh-hi panties or sensational things in black or
bright red. She couldn't figure out why many women found them
alluring. "I wish plain pink bloomers would come back in style,"
she said.

"Why?" asked Tom. Candy colored a little and said, "Because they
are my special fetish. I never told anyone but Helen about this
but when I was four I was punished in bloomers, made to wear them
as a penalty for cutting up my favorite blanket. And when I was
twelve and began to masturbate, I found myself craving panties or
bloomers to do it in. I loved the sensuous clinging silk on my
cock and went wild when it got erect underneath the panties I had
carefully laid between my legs. That sense of feeling it become
erect as a direct result of the touch of the panties was wonder
ful, and it still is today. I hope it never leaves me."

Tom agreed that nothing could beat the feeling of an erection as
it began to harden, and it was impossible to explain it to a
woman. He thought it was the taboo aspect that made him erect.
When he heard that Candy wanted to wear Sally's panties, he loved   wear
Helen's underwear, he thought
my erection would pop my skin. "It's very taboo breaking to wear
a specific woman's intimate silkies," he said."I love the feeling
of her slip on me now, and her stockings and garterbelt may drive
me out of this world."

He said he wasn't staying fully erect but he was halfway in
between and it was the grandest feeling in the world. They
stopped for a soft drink in a mall cafe, and when Tom went to the
counter Candy found a seat at a table. There was only one other
couple around, and when Tom returned with the cokes, Candy had
spread her legs so Tom could fully enjoy the view.

"Do you wish you could do that?" Candy said. "I mean spread your
legs so everyone and his brother could look up your skirt? Would
you like to attract attention to your feminine charms?"

"Well, Candy, I love dressing like a woman but I don't want to
pass as a woman. I love looking up your skirt, but I don't want
to attract men in the way a woman would."

"Point taken. That leads me to my question. Are you as confused
as I am about homosexuality? I loved playing with your cock yes
terday, but I had to get over cringing at the thought too. I
don't want to play oral or anal games. But two cds pleasing each
other just to intensify the thrill of cross dressing, well,
that's another matter."

Tom said he wondered if he would have the nerve to put condoms on
their cocks and tease each other into having lovely orgasms. Just
thinking about it stiffened his wick, but he didn't want to do
any lovey-dovey stuff. He said he didn't want to hurt her feel
ings because she sure looked like a woman. "But you aren't a
woman, are you Candy? I don't want to kiss you, but please don't
take it personally." They both laughed when he said "personally."

Candy said it was good to clear the air, that she was as new to
this as Tom. Not the cd stuff but the relationship. "I think I
want what you want, she said. "See what happens. Play it by ear.
Agree that we are not into homosexuality but into enjoying each
other as cds. OK? And I am one lucky cd, wow!"

Tom said he could feel comfortable with that, but they were doing
a lot of talking and could they please play a little game. "When
I lean down to pick up this dropped napkin, spread your knees so
I can look up your skirt." He did and she did and Tom was all
cranked up again, as Candy discovered when she inadvertently on
purpose brushed her hand against the front of his trousers.

"Let's go home soon," Tom said.        end 7

}Part 8

They finally got back from the shopping mall but not before some
arousing hi-jinks where Candy squatted down in the aisle between
two waist-high counters so that when Tom went to look for her he
found he was looking straight up her skirt. They also amused
themselves by asking questions of the grey-haired lady who sold
them a pair of good looking silk panties.

"Do you have any others with more lace on them? Is this the only
pair in this size? Do you think it will fit me? How long do you
think they will last? How many washings? Will you have more
panties in later? When are your panties reduced? Do you have any
that are half off? My husband likes bloomers. Do you have any?
Can you recommend any panties on your own experience?"

Candy was asking the questions but Tom was feeling her silkie ass
at the time and rubbing a huge tentpole against her hip. They
ended up buying a boatload of panties for Tom, a pink full-length
slip with much lace at the bodice and hem, several half-slips in
various colors, a garterbelt, a bra, and several pairs of stock
ings also in various colors. Candy also bought panties.

When they got home Tom couldn't wait to try them on and Candy
made him get nude, put on his new garterbelt and stockings and
stretch the waistband of Sally's panties down around his balls so
he would have a stiff peg to hang the bra on while he opened the
packs of panties and one by one rubbed them on his shooter. Candy
even made him lie back on the bed in his stuffed bra and full-
length slip, spread his legs, close his eyes, put his hands over
his head in feminine surrender, and tell by the feel test which
pairs of panties were the sexiest. Candy dragged each pair of
silkie panties up his legs from his stockinged thighs to his
naval, watching his cock quiver in delight as each pair grazed
against his newly shaved skin. Candy fully enjoyed the game of
making his cock quiver. Tom was almost hyperventilating.

Then she rubbed her fingers over his pretend breasts and slipped
her hand under the petticoat to caress his rigid cock. For a
special test of ecstasy she lifted the slip to his waist, placed
on his cock the panties he had declared sexiest, put her right
hand on top of the panties, and placed his right hand on top of
hers and told him to rub slowly.

"Open your eyes," Candy said. "I want to see the excitement. I
can already feel your erection getting stiffer and stiffer. You
really do react to panties being rubbed on your cock, don't you?
I want you to masturbate with my hand on your cock. I want to
feel the semen pumping and spurting out of your shooter."

"Are  you going to make me cum in these panties? They are proba
bly full of pre-cum already."

"Yes, you have had pre-cum on the tip continuously for the last  e a woman
and having a long
orgasm, which in a sense, you are. Do you enjoy being a woman?"

"I don't want to be a woman, Candy. I just want to feel those
sensuous silkies on my body all the time. I love your painted
nails on my cock and your lipsticked lips. I love your stuffed
bra and your gorgeous legs in those stockings. I could almost
kill for that f-k me garterbelt, but now I have my own. Imagine!
I have my own garterbelt! I can hardly believe I'm saying it."

"So you are close to perpetual ecstasy?"

"In a way, yes. But I'm not ready for a full homosexual experi
ence." He pressed Candy's hand on his cock.  I wouldn't mind if
you put a condom on me, reddened my cock with your lips, put the
tip in my mouth while I masturbated, but I don't want you to suck
me off. I don't know why. If I masturbate in your mouth, I'm
still in control. My hand on top of your hand on top of the
panties being rubbed on my cock leaves me in control. If I decide
when and how I will cum, I'm still possessed of my self. If not,
I am a slave to something outside me. Do you see what I mean?"

"I see I didn't make a mistake in deciding to let you in on my
secret life. If you stay yourself then Sally stays your wife and
all she knows is you are especially horny these days. That's
good. It wouldn't work for me if you left her and tried to move
in here. Besides, one of those packs of panties I bought today is
for her. I figure if I wear her panties the least I can do is add
to her supply. You can tell them they are from you. ok?"

Tom said he'd like that and wanted to celebrate his new discover
ies with her. The extreme height of his sexual excitement today
would allow a couple of orgasms, one for him and one for Sally.
He knew it sounded funny to ration them like that, but his male
mechanism was not up to several orgasms a day, so he had to
sublimate in the orgasm department. He decided to leave his
silkies with Candy, but he couldn't imagine living without them.

Candy said it would be ok to leave his silkies and in fact he
could put them in the drawer directly over Helen's, but in the
long run he'd probably want to find space in his home, meaning .
he was going to have to tell his wife about his love for silkies.

"Take my word for it," Candy said, "Sally can get used to the
idea over time, but don't rush her. Let her feel your renewed
stiffness and think it is her own magnetism. That way you'll both
benefit from your new discovery. OK? Tell her you got excited
when you bought her panties and that you are going to wear a pair
yourself. Don't ask her permission because that puts her on the
spot. Tell her you've decided to do it."

"I gather you explored the same territory with Helen once upon a
 time," and Candy said it had happened.  end 8

}part 9
A week later Tom phoned to say Sally was going to a baby shower
and did Candy wanted to come over to watch the game?

Since Candy was not into sports, he knew Tom was using a code
because Sally was in the room. "I take it I'm not to arrive in
drag," Candy said. "That's ok but I'll bring a shopping bag of
our stuff to change into later."

After Sally had left, Tom and Candy went directly to the bedroom,
got naked, and tried on their silkies with Candy kneeling in
front of Sally's lingerie drawer and going ga-ga as Tom rubbed
each pair of his wife's panties on her. Then they tried on
Sally's nightgowns and clowned in front of the mirror to see who
could produce the biggest nightie tentpole.

Tom confessed it was a huge erotic thrill to be wearing silkies
in his own home and to be playing games with Candy's cock in the
four-poster bed he and Sally slept in. He said it seemed so super
joyful as they entwined their nyloned legs that he couldn't think
of it as betrayal. After all, Candy was not another woman.But
rubbing his nyloned legs against Candy's was a thrill beyond
imagining. Well, it was right up there with rubbing silken pan
ties on each other's cocks.

"Does Sally know you wear silk panties?" Candy asked.

"Not yet," Tom said, "but I'll tell her soon. I just have a
feeling that if she rejects the idea I'll be left dangling in the
wind. When I tell her I want to be pretty sure of her response so
I don't have to sneak around in my silkies."

Candy said it would be better to risk telling than to get caught.
It would also be good if he could somehow get her to read some
books on cross-dressers to learn they they are not homosexuals or
drag queens but just men (perhaps six percent of the population)
who get off on wearing women's clothing. Candy suggested he buy
her another package of panties and show her the panties he had
bought for himself. If she got upset and asked if he was going to
wear a skirt too Tom should deny that. He could always change his
mind later. One step at a time. It was not a conspiracy against
Sally but against a social mindset that rejected men in women's
clothing.

Tom said he had never been so motivated in his life and promised
to bring up the topic with Sally soon. end.
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