Conclusion of the Conductor (Part 1)
Willem and Martha continued their cross-dressing games whenever they could fit them in with Martha's shifts, provided Martha wasn't holding a girls' night. A new development was that Willem's wife Jane had become friendlier with Martha and often went to Martha's house in the evenings for an hour or two, but again, never on a girls' night.
Willem was convinced that "girls' night" was a euphemism for "lesbian orgy". He wondered if Simone was invited to the girls' nights. He was also curious about what happened when Jane made her visits to Matha.
One Tuesday, Jane announced that she was going to visit her sister in Dorset at the weekend. She didn't ask if Willem wanted to accompany her because Willem and her sister detested each other. Willem could hardly wait to tell Martha they would have the weekend free for girlie games. "Well, I have the weekend off, but my lover, I have arranged for a few girlfriends to come over. So, sorry, Willie (God, how he hated being called that), no frilly action this weekend."
Martha's weekend started on the Friday evening when three cars arrived and parked outside her house. The lights burned late that night, although there was little noise. In the morning, as Jane was preparing to leave for Dorset, Martha called round. She was dressed casually, which meant tight jeans and a T-shirt, which was quite a sight over Martha's ample chest and behind. "I have to call into work for a few minutes to return some keys," she announced. "Would you like a lift to the station, Jane?" Jane readily accepted the ride and went off with Martha. About half an hour later, Martha returned, and Willem noticed she drove straight into her garage but thought nothing of it.
Willem had a quiet Saturday and rather regretted that all his feminine clothing was kept at Martha's house. He was curious about the goings on next door but resigned to being excluded from the "real" girl's night. For all Willem knew, they could be quite innocent gatherings. Although he very much doubted that.
That evening at about 10 o'clock, there was a knock at the door. It was Martha. She was wearing a skin-tight tiger-striped dress, so tight that it was blindingly obvious that she was wearing a basque or corselette with stockings and suspenders. In fact, the hem of her dress only just reached her stocking tops. Her breasts were straining against her dress. She was exuding sex, as usual. " I need a big favour, Willem, my love," she began.
To be continued ...
Willem was convinced that "girls' night" was a euphemism for "lesbian orgy". He wondered if Simone was invited to the girls' nights. He was also curious about what happened when Jane made her visits to Matha.
One Tuesday, Jane announced that she was going to visit her sister in Dorset at the weekend. She didn't ask if Willem wanted to accompany her because Willem and her sister detested each other. Willem could hardly wait to tell Martha they would have the weekend free for girlie games. "Well, I have the weekend off, but my lover, I have arranged for a few girlfriends to come over. So, sorry, Willie (God, how he hated being called that), no frilly action this weekend."
Martha's weekend started on the Friday evening when three cars arrived and parked outside her house. The lights burned late that night, although there was little noise. In the morning, as Jane was preparing to leave for Dorset, Martha called round. She was dressed casually, which meant tight jeans and a T-shirt, which was quite a sight over Martha's ample chest and behind. "I have to call into work for a few minutes to return some keys," she announced. "Would you like a lift to the station, Jane?" Jane readily accepted the ride and went off with Martha. About half an hour later, Martha returned, and Willem noticed she drove straight into her garage but thought nothing of it.
Willem had a quiet Saturday and rather regretted that all his feminine clothing was kept at Martha's house. He was curious about the goings on next door but resigned to being excluded from the "real" girl's night. For all Willem knew, they could be quite innocent gatherings. Although he very much doubted that.
That evening at about 10 o'clock, there was a knock at the door. It was Martha. She was wearing a skin-tight tiger-striped dress, so tight that it was blindingly obvious that she was wearing a basque or corselette with stockings and suspenders. In fact, the hem of her dress only just reached her stocking tops. Her breasts were straining against her dress. She was exuding sex, as usual. " I need a big favour, Willem, my love," she began.
To be continued ...
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