Fantasy to Reality

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Two Weeks Earlier...

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I sat at my large, mahogany desk and glanced at the clock, it was 8pm and I was still finishing paperwork. I started this job the same year that I married my wife Hannah, just over 5 years ago. It was well-paid but rather tedious and I didn't get to spend as much time with her as I wanted to which frustrated us both. The calendar caught my eye, only a week until my 25th birthday and I started to think about what I was going to suggest for 'birthday sex' as we called it. About a year into our marriage I had confessed to some small roleplay fantasies, namely gender swapping. I said I would like to pretend that I was the wife and Hannah the husband and maybe experiment with a strapon or cross dressing etc, she wasn't really comfortable with it so I dropped the idea and passed it off as a small thing. The truth however was that I had been slowly becoming more and more addicted to the idea of gender-swapping, secretly I considered myself bi-curious and spent considerable amounts of time on the internet masturbating to all sorts of pornography. Deep down I have always been sexually submissive and my fantasies started off as simply being dominated by women, to cuckolding, which then developed to the idea of being 'forced' by a woman to dress up like a slut and suck a cock, the ultimate act of submission. These were however fantasies, and I was happy with my wife.

I glanced at the clock once more, 8:45pm, just wasted 45 minutes fantasising, this was getting too often an occurrence!

I arrived home just after 10pm and saw a Bentley parked outside the house, it was Carl's. Carl was a friend of Hannah, some hot-shot surgeon who owned his own practice at just 35 years old.

"Hello gorgeous!" I called as I entered the house and walked into the living room.

"Hi," came the reply, her greeting much less enthusiastic than mine, she was busy chatting to Carl with a half-empty wine glass in her hand.