She insisted her fiancée dress as a woman before she would agree to marry him. He was totally heterosexual, she knew, but she thought if he agreed to experience, in a small way, this one part of being female, he may come to more fully appreciate her own total femininity. Macho that he was, he agreed to the test. Four weeks prior to the wedding, she picked out the women's wear for her future mate, customized it to fit his body, gave him tips on how to behave in public as a sensuous female. "In a mini-skirt, full makeup, shaved legs, long wig, you'll understand my needs and femininity better," she informed him.
For three weeks, Sam, a tall, sharply-featured Anglo man of 22, dressed as a female for Sue, his bride-to-be. Sue, 21, a deeply-black gorgeous woman of 21, understood he couldn't possibly share what being an African American truly involved but had hopes he would experience enough femininity through this test to last them through the marriage. "You will never grasp what being black really means," she said to him, "but, in this way, at least you may come to partially appreciate what being female represents. For a white man to marry a modern black woman without understanding either the feminine or the color would be asking for an early divorce."
The 'couple' went to events, restaurants and other public places for the three week period--Sam dressed as female. Two days before their wedding, Sue and Sam (as Samantha) were greeted at their dinner table by an old acquaintance of Sue's--Jeff, a handsome black man who she worked for at one time. Joining them at their table, Sue informed Jeff of her upcoming wedding to Sam, just two days off. "How about one last time, then?" Jeff, her former lover, asked Sue, ignoring the female-posing Sam. "I'm out with my girlfriend, Samantha," Sue responded. She pointed at Sam. His eyes afire with excitement, Jeff persisted: "Well, why not just bring your friend along to my place? I've got some great CDs you could listen to while me and Sue reminisce one last time," his attention focused on the Anglo mini-skirted, female-impersonator now. "I'd really like to," Sue addressing her 'girlfriend.' "You'll learn something very important tonight," Sue whispers to Sam/Samantha.
Sam/Samantha agreed with the proposal, of course, since his only other options were to expose himself to ridicule by admitting he was a male in drag or to excuse himself from the event entirely, thus having no control over the encounter at all. Besides, he'd been 'female' long enough to understand Sue's desire to have a last fling. He'd want the same thing for himself, he realized. The three of them--the gorgeous black woman; the mini-skirted, blonde-wigged Anglo 'girlfriend'; and the handsome, very masculine black male left the restaurant together. Sam/Samantha, author of two books on parenting, recorded much of that night in a journal he always carried with him.
From that journal:
Introduction:
When we entered Jeff's apartment, I knew that Sue was going to have sex with Jeff and that I couldn't expose myself as being male; the ridicule from both parties and Sue's anger towards me would be just too great. All the experience I've gained portraying a female would be lost, as well. I'd rather share her one last time than humiliate myself, throw away all I've gained these past weeks and lose Sue forever.
Tuesday, May 3rd, 2021:
Jeff is an imposing man. He must be about 6'2" of bulging muscle. He has long, braided, hair, the manner of a gentleman. His broad shoulders and very narrow and tight ass would attract any woman, for sure. He's an engineering student who does some posing for a local ad agency, I think Sue told me. Sue, only slightly darker than Jeff, always keeps herself in condition by working out for two hours a day, so the pair look like an advertisement for some black, upscale health club. Jeff putting a CD into action, says to me (Sam/Samantha), "It's just a studio, as you can see. Not much privacy. Hope you don't mind." "She doesn't," Sue says to Jeff, her hands already exploring his rock-hard rear.
Jeff is sliding his bulge into the groin of Sue now; he's rubbing his hands along the length of her back. Two tongues tasting each other. Jeff removes Sue's blouse, undoing her bra with one quick, experienced move. Sue stands semi-naked before the both of us with the nipples on her large, well- conditioned, up-thrust breasts as hard as the bulge in Jeff's pants. Jeff removes his shirt, throws it across the room. Sue moves in on him, unsnaps and unzips his pants. He steps away from the pants. He's in his underwear now, his erect organ forming a huge tent. Sue slowly slides the mini she's wearing over her hips; lets it fall to the floor. She reaches inside Jeff's underwear with one hand, grasping and guiding the hard length of him out of his shorts, as she lowers herself and his underwear to the floor, her lips brushing his hardness in the process. Jeff, understanding, rubs the tip of his cock along the length of her lips as she, on her knees, holds his underwear to the floor, ready for him to step out of. He steps out. He bends down, encircles Sue's naked rear with both hands and pulls her erect, sliding her panties off in the process. Both completely naked now, they recall that I'm in the room.
"I'll put a sheet across the room so you don't get embarrassed," Jeff says to me (Sam/Samantha). I don't say anything. I'm fascinated by the total naked black wonder of Sue, which I've never fully seen until today. It was the soul of Sue and not the darkness of her that I fell in love with, but the beauty of her tone and features always filled me with desire. We (Sue & I) agreed that our wedding night would be the proper time for our first sex, even though neither one of us were virgins. Her dark femininity is overpowering to me. I am speechless. Assuming my silence to be embarrassment at witnessing his foreplay with Sue, Jeff, his large organ bending upwards with excitement, attaches a sheet to one end of the room, another sheet to the opposite end of the tiny apartment. He stretches both sheets and attaches them together. I see Sue smiling at me as the sheets are being connected.
I notice that the lighting in their part of the now-divided-room hides little from me. I can see shadows through the white curtain. The sensuality of the scene is so enormous that I begin watching the shadows interact. The shadows are both the same color, of course--black on black. I see wild passion even through the two dark forms, though. The lighting in the room is off-centered and casts the shadows much larger than life, making it appear that the man's organ is over two feet long. I see the two feet long organ rise from the other shadow; then disappear within it. Over and over, rapidly. I see the shadow which welcomes the organ within it respond with hips that seem monstrously big, but sensuous nevertheless. The hips are wild and throwing themselves into the shadow organ.
The shadow sex fascinates me. I'm sure I can see sweat form on the shadows. Sweat which pools on the floor beneath their work area. I see the receiving shadow grasp the buttocks of the one with the two foot long cock and pull those buttocks into her. The female shadow is not satisfied with two feet of cock, it seems. She wants even more of it in her. For over 20 minutes the two feet long prick rapidly pumps itself into the receiving shadow. I can see and hear the huge testicles, made the size of grapefruit by the back light, slap themselves against the receiving shadow, the two of them standing and facing each other, the receiving shadow braced against the wall. There are the sounds of raw sex, too: The female voice saying, "fuck me harder, deeper." The male voice responding with "Tell me when." The huge prick pumping itself into the female shadow makes a unique noise, too. A swishing, sort of. Finally, the moaning from the she-shadow tells the he-shadow it's time to empty himself deep inside her. He does this with thrusts so rapid and violent that they actually lift the she-shadow from her feet. "Ohhhhhhhh," moans the she-shadow. And, after a quiet minute or two, "You gave me so much it's running down my legs," the she-shadow remarks. The he-shadow is silent but runs a long finger down each of the she-shadow's legs, as if scooping up something. He then runs the fingers across the she-shadows lips. The she-shadow welcomes the gift with her tongue, seeming like a snake on the curtain.
The she-shadow's head now lowers itself to the long prick. It looks like the she-shadow has absorbed the entire length of the two feet of cock jutting from the he-shadow. Only the very end of the shaft can be seen as the she-shadow's head moves back and forth. The he-shadow is pumping his hips into the face of the she-shadow now... There are the sucking noises for over 20 minutes, followed by moaning from both shadows; then the swallowing noises from the she-shadow before the two feet of organ finally finds some rest.
The sheet is now pulled back. They notice now that I have been writing in this journal. "Taking notes?" Sue laughs at me, still naked. Whiteness is running down her legs as she speaks to me. She notices the hardness forming a tent in my mini-skirt then. "Excuse us for a moment, Jeff," she says. "Girl talk." Sue and I go into the bathroom together. "Did you enjoy that?" her question to me, as she peers at my bulge. "Yes," my simple answer. "Close your eyes and open wide, then," Sue says to me. I close my eyes, open my mouth wide, her simple words now my command. Sue's fingers fill my mouth with stickiness. It tastes salty. I pretend I don't know what it is. I swallow the strong-tasting stickiness. I enjoy its flavor. "You can open your eyes now," Sue laughs at me. She's now on her knees, moisture and whiteness still flowing from her cunt, down her legs. Sue straddles my face, lowers her pussy to my mouth. "Lick it clean," she says.
I lick at her pussy, swallowing the moisture and whiteness. "Now to take care of that troubling bulge in your miniskirt," Sue, her pussy cleaned and refreshed by my tongue, says.
She raises my miniskirt, pulls out my cock and strokes my rock-hard cock with her right hand, her left hand rubbing her cunt. "Let me know when you're ready to cum," she says. I tell her I'm about to shoot my load. She guides me into the bathroom, pulls my cock until its over the toilet bowl and strokes at it furiously. "Be a good husband and shoot your load into the toilet where it belongs," she says, smiling broadly at me. "You didn't really want to put that nasty cum inside me anyway, did you?" she asks me. Not waiting for my reply, she goes on, "Since you've become my girlfriend now, we'll have to milk you of your cum on a regular basis. Girlfriends don't pump cum out of their pricks, do they now? We want your prick to be flaccid, feminine. We need to femininize your prick," she now laughing in a wild, aroused voice. "We'll do that by stroking your cock over the toilet every time it gets even a little bit hard, then flushing the filthy cum out into the sewer..." I pump a massive load of cum into the toilet. "Flush now," Sue insists. I flush my cum into the sewer system.
Thursday, May 5th, 2021:
Jeff was at our wedding two days after that event. He never recognized me as Samantha. Sue wanted us to spend our wedding night at Jeff's apartment, so I could see more of that shadow sex I so liked. "One more time," she said to me. I didn't protest at all, strangely enough. I made up some excuse about a critical business meeting I had to attend that very night. I made sure that Jeff heard me say that to the group of people surrounding Sue and I at the time. Sue handed Jeff a note as we left the reception, just to be sure he knew. Three hours later, our wedding night, Sue and I were at Jeff's apartment, she still in her wedding dress, me as mini-skirted Samantha. The shadow sex began again. I continue the journal, writing it down as I see it:
This time the wedding dress is used as the buffer between the female shadows firm rear and the floor. The shadows performing their sex scene in the missionary position, the female shadow's legs held spread and high in the air by the male's long arms, hands. I see two feet of organ driving straight down into the she-shadow. The pumping is so rapid it looks like a pile driver going in and out of my wife. My WIFE , I remember. She's my WIFE now. I put wife in bold capitals in this journal, I think, to signify something has changed since last Tuesday's encounter. But, no: not my wife. Just a female shadow receiving pleasure from a male shadow. Just two dark two-dimensional figures pleasing each other on a white curtain. A pale-skinned heterosexual man in drag as their only audience. That's all it is. There. Not my wife and Jeff. Just two dark shadows. Performing. Fucking each other to perfection. That makes it OK. My mini-skirt is being pushed up by my cock again. I soon realize that my cock is hard from me desiring to BE the she-shadow now, rather the action itself. The pile-driving goes on for 25 minutes. I enjoy the scene immensely.
Then the moaning and the extremely rapid thrusts, as before. The two feet of cock now rises from the receiving shadow, its length not having been reduced at all by the pleasure it has received and granted the other shadow. "You're all over my wedding dress this time," the she-shadow says, obviously referring to the large amount of male fluid the he-shadow offered her. The curtain comes down again. The shadows have gone back to their own realm. Sue, now with towel covering her, carries her wedding dress, white stains clearly showing all over it. It is as if that male shadow had ejaculated all over my wife's wedding dress. But shadows can't do that. There are patterns of clear moisture visible on the dress, as well, I now see, moisture from feminine pleasure, it must be. The shadow sex has excited my wife, too, it seems. The familiar white stickiness oozes down her slender black legs once more.
My hardness is visible again. Sue and I retreat to Jeff's bathroom. "Learn anything?" Sue asks of me as she's straddling my face once more. "Yes," I respond between licks of her cunt, her legs, her ass...where I clean up with my tongue the whiteness I find there. "I learned that I really enjoy the sex that those shadows create. I think we should come back here more often, so I can enjoy the action more frequently," I tell Sue, realizing those shadows were two entirely different creatures and not Jeff and my new wife. "That can be arranged," Sue laughs at me. "And you'll have that whiteness to lick off of my legs, from inside me, too."
Satisfied that her cunt, ass, legs have been cleaned by my tongue, Sue begins stroking my member again. "Do you recall the proper place for your cock to be?" Sue inquires of me, a strange smile on her face. "Yes," I say. "Over the toilet." We move to the toilet. Sue's black hand is stroking my Anglo cock as it dangles over the bowl. I shoot a huge load of cum into the bowl again, realizing this is the correct place for my cum to be deposited. I flush without being told, this time. "Now that's being a good husband," Sue whispers in my ear. "Knowing that all your cum from now on will be going through the sewer system."
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We leave the bathroom together, now that my organ has become flaccid again. Sue and I leave Jeff's apartment. It is still the night of our wedding. At our home, Sue allows me to lick her cunt once again. But I must do so while still in my mini skirt, she lets me know. After Sue's cunt is licked to her satisfaction, I immediately go into our bathroom and hang my cock over the toilet bowl. She pumps my cock over the toilet until my load once again circulates in the city's sewer system. " You've become the perfect husband, now," Sue tells me. "Our marriage will last. So will the 'shadow-sex,'" she laughs. I realize that sex between Sue and me is limited to my tongue inside her cunt, her ass, licking her legs and do accept that as long as I can see the shadow sex. I hope other married couples will discover the shared pleasure of shadow-sex. Surely the marriage between any man and woman will become more pleasurable when the wife steps behind that curtain to view, from her side, the shadows' performing their sensuous routine. It is important to keep in mind, of course, I would say to the husband, that what he views on that curtain are simply two shadows pleasuring each other. When you first see that male shadow entering the body of the female shadow, her form welcoming his penetration, you will become a welcoming audience for the action.
Saturday, June 19th, 2021:
Four days each week now, Sue and I (as Samantha) go visit Jeff at his apartment. I have totally mastered the art of being female during those visits. Sue even designed an appliance for me to wear that prevents my hardness from being seen through my mini-skirt. The appliance keeps my cock between my legs and hidden no matter how hard the organ gets. The problem of Sue having to take time to jerk me off into the toilet to prevent Jeff seeing the bulge in my mini has thus been solved. The appliance is often painful to me, my organ wanting to break free each time I'm witness to the overpowering shadow sex, but I must remain female at these events. Shadow sex requires that of me.
Sue explained to Jeff that Sam (me) was out of town on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday of each week, so the affair would not be a problem on those days. Affair? What affair? Sex between two shadows could hardly be considered an affair. Sue reasoned to Jeff that my being at the encounters was because I was just an understanding white girlfriend who was into the sensuality of black-on-black. I so look forward to Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays of each week--shadow sex days.
Wednesday, December 1st, 2021:
Jeff smiles at me as he connects those sheets, as though he knows much more than he'll admit. I look forward to that shadow sex so much I really don't care, though. When the shadows finished fucking, I suggested to Sue and Jeff that the remaining three days of each week also be devoted to shadow sex. "Why NOT every day?" I asked the two.
Sunday, April 2nd, 2022:
Sue bought an entire ensemble of women's clothing for me to wear on shadow sex days--every day now. I'll be wearing a new mini at tonight's shadow sex. I've become the perfect girlfriend to my wife.
