Becoming D Pt. 12

Esme laughs. "Me? I've been experimenting with it. I just enjoy being penetrated, in every way."

Alex can't resist going for the bait. "Dolores, I've got to try it."

I nod yes and smile.

Esme says, "I'd love to watch you two go at it, if you don't mind. I know you've barely met me, but sex doesn't like to wait, does it. Could I watch? Would you mind a voyeur, or whatever?"

"Oh, Esme, I'm sorry, not tonight, dear," Alex decides. "Could you return, say in a week. Will your voyeuristic tendencies survive that long a wait?"

"Oh, OK, Alex, I suppose. Sure. Waiting with anticipation, for sure."

*******

During the ensuing week, Alex is happily recounting our get-together with Esme, and one night she has me playing with dildos in her ass. Big ones, mini ones, ones with texture, some even with veins, some vibrating -- she's had them all delivered. I wonder why she hasn't given me the go-ahead to do her, but she obviously wants to make it a special occasion. She can be so methodical.

"The feeling is certainly different," she says. "I mainly like the idea of being fucked in a new way."

*******

It's Saturday and Esme's little Coopermobile has rounded the corner into the compound, and pulled up next to our planned love nest.

This time she's wearing a sort of multi-colour, clinging shift dress along with four-inch pumps. A sexy, lustrous pinkish shade of lipstick and nails bright red from a salon complete her presentation.

She's quite effusive and happy as we sit down for a light lunch. Alex now has on a leather skirt ending between knees and ankles, and I'm wearing leggings under something like a transparent beach coverup, showing off my decorated and festive black bra. My hair is back in a bun.

We inhale some marijuana before heading for the bedroom. Esme immediately strips down to bra and panties. Alex is slower to do so. Esme's lingerie is definitely sexier.

"Alex, would you like to undress me?" I suggest.

She doesn't like to be told what to do, but in the interest of sex, she goes along. She slowly and deliciously removes my white coverup, leaving my bra and tiny thong, actually made for a man, which contains my package.

I'm not at all embarrassed, even when she finally removes the thong and my erection comes into view.

Esme claps. But Alex isn't paying attention. She takes herself totally nude now, displaying her finely toned body and tan.

Esme sits in a chair in rapt attention.

Alex assumes the doggie position and brings out her treasure chest of dildoes she's played with.

"Here's my favorite."

So while she looks backward, I lube it (and her arsehole) up nicely with typically expensive lotion. She reaches back to help me insert it.

I hear Esme almost silently say, "Yes."

"OK, do a little fuck-me," Alex orders.

I insert the ribbed pink dildo gently by hand, and begin creating some action. Alex spreads her legs a bit further apart and begins to move in unison with my handiwork.

Meanwhile, my dick has begun to dribble pre-cum. All this is making me so horny.

I can tell Alex is feeling every inch of the penetration, and enjoying it. I reach down to hold a tit, but she swats my hand away.

"Now, Dolores? Ready?"

"My gauge says I'm up to full power, lover."

"Yes, then...... "

I roll a rubber down my member, and it looks resplendent. The arch of it, if I may say so, is perfect. And its cloaked head is now exactly where the dildo was before. Her anus is tight, but that just gives me more contact pleasure.

Esme has pulled her chair closer now, and has this beautific smile on.

"Eh," says Alex.

I push in two inches.

"The genuine article" -- Alex.

She pushes her butt back to engulf more of me.

I'm quite sexed up, to say the least.

Now we're both pushing and pulling. As I expected, Alex is soon fingering herself. The sight of this is all it takes to bring me to full-spurting orgasm. My scream of pleasure is enough to set Alex off too. She screams more than me.

I hope the cook isn't around to hear us; she might call the pólice!

Esme comes over and kisses my back and then Alex's neck.

A and I collapse on the bed, with me spooning her. Esme joins so that Alex is spooning her. We're now a female sandwich. It isn't long before Alex is playing with Esme's tits, and kissing HER neck, and it isn't long before our guest has fingered herself to her own outstanding orgasm.

What an auspicious beginning for a ménage à trois.

Later, after Esme's left, Alex says, "You know, having the three of us there made the whole thing more exciting, really. A new chapter for me."

I quip, "Bottoms up! -- you've been inducted into the anal sisterhood!"

*******

After a month or so, it seems like Esme's dropping by every other week. After a month more, she's replaced me as Alex's amour. Oh, sure, I'm miffed by this. But it was I who introduced the two of them, and I'm glad they've made each other happy. Nonetheless, I'm not content with being just the groundskeeper-in-chief and Alex's aide for commodity trading.

Not being able to bed Alex anymore strains our relationship some, and one day I tell her, "Alex, dear, I'm thinking my time here is drawing to an end. It's quite hard to work alongside you and not look forward to touching you and enjoying our sex."

She looks deep into my eyes and kisses my forehead. "I know, I know, Dolores. I do feel for you, and if you would prefer to leave, that's OK..."

After a moment of silence, she continues, "Assuming you are leaving -- and I will give you a big bonus -- there's only one thing more you could do for me, for Esme and me."

She holds back again, then asks the most amazing thing: "Esme and me are going to get married. Surprise! And we, well, mostly Esme, want to have a child. Esme of course, would carry it."

"Could you be the father?"

I'm dumbfounded. Father a child, me? I can hardly respond. Having sex mainly to get someone pregnant (I'm assuming that's how Esme would prefer to be impregnated)?

"Are you kidding? No, you're not. I have to say, it would be a terrific honor. Of course, just one dip of the wick might not do the trick, from the little I know."

I get Esme pregnant on the third try. These are extra special lovemakings. Deeper, more profound. Making a new life, for Christ's sake. Forgive me for getting too serious here. I had entered Esme in the missionary position, knowing she wanted me in more ways than one.....

And then I'm gone, exiting one chapter of my life, knowing that down the road I'll probably be invited to meet a bubbling baby with maybe a slight resemblance to me.

For some reason I want the baby to be a boy.

*******

I pack up with mixed feelings. There were the good times, like sitting next to Alex and learning the trading game (as a woman!), and traveling to South America -- and the more difficult times where I ended up in the dungeon. The nice thing is leaving with all the clothing and accessories I accumulated over my time in the compound. I have to buy two immense suitcases to accommodate it all. Alex gives me the expensive laptop I grew used to using.

But the biggest thing is that Esme gives me her Mini Cooper, because Alex has gifted her with a larger BMW electric vehicle.

At a goodbye party, they and the cook present such a wonderful dinner, with seafood, wonderful wine, exotic tacos, and flan. Oh, I love that flan.

Besides the Mini Cooper and Alex's generous bonus, Alex -- if I choose to go that route -- gives me a "membership" in her circle of fellow commodity traders, where I can learn even more and go to their social events. Add to that a year of access to all of Alex's data reporting sites.

Hugs and tears and I'm on my way.

*******

When I return to Santa Fe after another visit to my parents, I am now rolling in enough dough to rent a condo in an upscale part of town. Now, no doubt about it, I'm living fully as a woman. I legally changed my name to Dolores Estevez (I'm keeping my old family name) and my female photo is now on my driver's license.

God, it's wonderful being a woman about town. I return to my old NGO office, reintroduce myself, and make sure I look and behave 120 percent, female. They're mostly pleased that I've moved up in the world and that I'm happy living as a woman. My old boss wants me to return, but I can't commit to that. Elsewhere, one by one I go out for a beer with my old male buddies (and a female friend or two) to get them used to me.

Eventually, I settle down to my need to have a job and make money. I return to commodity futures, enabled by my winnings at Alex's and by my grubstake bonus. I get involved in corn and soybean futures, and after several "learning-mode" slips early on, eventually I begin to make money.

I end up making the most money with New Mexico's alfalfa crop, which aren't part of commodity trading at all. There, it's all unregulated negotiations, and I become a middleman (middlewoman) attuned to the farm community, the weather, supply and demand, and market ups and downs.

This is a man's world, to say the least. When I show up for negotiations, I have a tough time convincing farmers I'm for real -- that I have money where my mouth is. But gradually and grudgingly, they accept me and deal with me. They trust this empresaria.

Several of my fellow alfalfa market guys try to put the make on me. I take that as a compliment. None of them -- the farmers or the other alfalfa buyers treat me as trans.

I formed a company called Agate Ventures.