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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living, or dead is purely coincidental.Later that day we sat at the table talking about the events of the past evening. The phone rang. It was Dave on the phone. He wanted me to go out with him on Friday and he wanted me to dress sexy..*I had been with Dave only one time; it was at my anniversary party. My wife arranged everything. She invited her friend Kim and her male friend, Dave. I did not know she'd invited anyone. I was dressed en fem for her. I envisioned an intimate night together. When I saw Kim I was shocked, but when I saw Dave the blood in my veins turned to ice and the color drained from my face. With a little encouragement from my wife I kneeled in front of Dave and sucked his cock, in front of everyone. It was my first experience with a man and I loved it. Now he had invited me out as his date. How lucky was I! Suddenly it became difficult to breathe. Every part of my body screamed out, "Say yes!" but my loyalty and my commitment was to my wife and I must talk it over with her. "That was Dave on the phone.*He wants me to go out with him on Friday and he wants me to dress sexy.*I want to know what you think."A wicked smile began to form on her lips. "You want to say yes, don't you?" she teased.*"You like being a woman and you like that men want to fuck you.*You are such a slut." She laughed.*"Tell him you will go out with him, but you better save some of that for me when you get back."I picked up the phone and Escort Beşevler (http://besevler.t2bro.net/) dialed it. With every ring my excitement intensified. "Hello." I could barely conceal my nervousness. My hand was shaking and my voice came in gasps. "Hello, Dave.""I would love to go out with you Friday," I squeaked. "Great," he said. "I will pick you up at Seven-thirty on Friday." It was set. I was going out on my first date with a man. I was so excited that I shook, like a puppy wagging his tale. Dave saw me dressed as a woman before I really knew how to dress "En femenino" properly. He would be pleasantly surprised, I think. I was looking forward to spending the evening as Dave's date. I mentioned that Dave was very handsome and well built. He was also about 6' 1" and he had a golden tan. He was a very confident guy. He had this "take charge" kind of attitude.. He liked sex, in all its ways and he was not embarrassed to let people know about it. All-in-all it should be a very exciting night.My wife seemed genuinely happy about my going out with Dave. She made me promise though, that I'd tell her all about it when I got home. Didn't I tell you my wife was great? Friday was only four days away and I had to buy a few things before then, so I got dressed in my best casual, female attire and my wife and I went to the mall to do a little shopping. 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It was so beautiful it took my breath. In my bedroom I tried it on. It was a perfect fit. I stared in the mirror for a long time. I turned this way and that way. I watched from every angle and admired every curve. I reveled in its beauty and I was relieved that it was royal blue. My purple bra and panties and shoes would compliment my dress perfectly.It was great fun buying things for my Friday night date, but on Friday I began to get a little nervous. I wanted to look perfect for Dave. Now...there was another contradiction. When I was a guy I put on a shirt and a pair of pants from my closet and Cebeci escort bayan (http://cebeci.t2bro.net/) I was good to go. Often my wife had to tell me to go back, change what I was wearing, and put on something more appropriate. As a woman though, I worried about how I looked and I spent a lot of time creating the perfect look. It was fun creating a look. All the while I was cleaning, painting, and dressing my imagination went wild, thinking about how my efforts would be received.I wanted to start getting ready at like, ten in the morning. My wife just laughed at me and dragged me out of the house to go to the store with her. "You are acting like a silly little girl" she quipped. "There will be time enough to spare to make yourself beautiful for your date." Still laughing she took my hand and led me to the car. We went to the grocery store, bought a few things and went to lunch. All-in-all we managed to use up about four hours. When we got back I jumped in the shower to clean up. I exfoliated, showered, moisturized and creamed for over an hour. I laid out my new things and began to get dressed. Once dressed I fixed my hair and put on my makeup. When I was finished I came downstairs to show my wife and to get her opinion. She whistled, walked around me twice."You look hot, babe.*Dave will not make it through the night without tasting a piece of that."*She patted me on the ass, licked her lips and went back to what she was doing. The doorbell rang. "Answer the door," I said. "I have to get something upstairs." I heard the door open. "Hi, Dave.*You look great!*Joanie's not going to be able to control herself when she sees you.*She'll be down in a minute.*Joanie, Dave is here," she called.A minute, or so later I came slowly down the stairs. Dave could see me, or parts of me, before I could see him.