A housewife searching for new experiences gets more than she bargained for when she joins two horny trans girls in the bedroom!
Housewife Wendy can’t get her wild afternoon of passion with beautiful trans woman Lana out of her head.
Desperate to see Lana again, Wendy calls round at her flat, only to find Lana otherwise engaged with another trans girl – her “friends with benefits” Sophia.
But Wendy’s disappointment soon changes to excitement when she’s invited to join Lana and Sophia in the bedroom. And as she soon learns, two’s company – but three’s fantastic!
Something More is a 7,100-word short story and picks up directly after the events of Something New.
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Those green cat’s eyes were gazing right into Wendy’s; there was no way she could say no. She followed, as Lana padded barefoot back to the flat door, her eyes drawn to the sway of Lana’s neat, firm rear under the kimono. The lights in the corridor shone through the diaphanous material, showing every curve of the body underneath.
Lana shut the flat door behind Wendy, then motioned her through into the living room. “Sophia?” she called. “We’ve got company.”
“Oh!” The woman on the sofa was naked, except for a pair of black heeled shoes, and had a high-cheekboned, rather Scandinavian face with a strong jawline. Her hair was a darker blonde than Lana’s and cut shorter, just below the ears; she was long-legged and small-breasted, much like Lana, and lean with a flat, sculpted tummy. Also like Lana, she had a cock, shaven and half-erect, which Wendy glimpsed in the moment before she rolled onto her front. Unlike Lana, though, her hips flared out below the waist, giving her a spectacularly full, round bottom. It waved from side to side as Sophia shifted on the sofa. Wendy stared, captivated.
“Sorry,” said Sophia. “We weren’t expecting company.” She had a slight accent; Spanish or Portuguese, Wendy thought. Sophia looked over at Lana. “Is this—”
“Yes,” said Lana. “It’s her.”
“So you’re Wendy.” Sophia looked her over and smiled; it looked genuine, not mocking or arch. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” said Wendy, still trying to decide if it was, or should be.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Oh?” Wendy looked at Lana.
“Oh God, yes,” Sophia said. “Never shuts up about you.”
“Sophia?” said Lana. “Would you mind waiting in the bedroom?”
Sophia laughed. “Sorry. Of course.” She stood, and Wendy saw that her cock was glistening wetly. Lana was sucking it when I knocked, she thought.
Wendy managed to tear her gaze from Sophia’s broad, swaying buttocks as she sashayed from the living room, and turned back to Lana.
“I didn’t think you’d come back,” Lana said, putting her hands on her hips. The glow from a desk-lamp shone through her kimono; her nipples were little dark shadows against the cloth.
“Why would you think that?” Wendy could see Lana’s narrow waist in silhouette. Her erection had subsided: her dick and small, firm balls now hung limp between Lana’s parted thighs.
Lana shrugged. “People usually don’t. And most of the ones who do are chasers.”
“That’s not me,” said Wendy.
“Lana, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that afternoon.”
Lana smiled. “Me neither. That’s why I asked Sophia round.”
“Eh?” Wendy frowned.
“I know a few other women like me — Sophia, Diane, Bella. We’re all in the same boat when it comes to lovers. So sometimes we get together and… make one another feel a bit less lonely.”
“Friends with benefits?” said Wendy.
“Yeah.” Lana bit her lip. “Look, I’m really glad you’re here. I wanted to see you again so much — but it’s kind of awkward with Sophia here. She’s had a crappy break-up. Tonight’s as much for her sake as mine.”
“No, I understand.”
“I can’t just call things off and ask her go. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”
“I get that.”
“Can we swap numbers this time? Then we can arrange to meet again.”
“Yes, of course,” said Wendy. But she didn’t want to. It wasn’t the swapping numbers she minded, but having to wait to be with Lana again — to kiss those lips, to squeeze and suck those breasts, to feel that cock inside her. The thin, clinging kimono showed everything, yet kept it tantalisingly, just out of reach.
And then a thought came to her, so simple, shocking and wicked, her breath caught. Was she really willing to do that? But then she thought, why not? Hadn’t the wonderful thing about that afternoon with Lana been that Wendy had said yes and kept saying it, to every new sexual possibility? And wasn’t Sophia gorgeous as well? Didn’t the sight of her turn Wendy on too? Wasn’t she already wondering about how those small breasts and that cock would feel and taste? Be honest with yourself, Wendy — of course you bloody are.
Really it came down to one question: how badly did she want to be with Lana again? What was she willing to do for that to happen today, here and now?
And the answer to that, she realised, was anything. Anything at all.
“Or,” she said, “I could join the two of you.”
Lana blinked. “Really?”
Wendy took a deep breath, then nodded. “If that’s okay with you both.”
Lana stared at her for a moment, then grinned. “Full of surprises, aren’t you?” she said. “Okay — just wait here. Need to ask Sophia.” She winked. “I’d be surprised if she said no, though.”
Lana padded on through into the bedroom. Wendy stood there, her legs trembling. Had she really just said that? She was scared, suddenly. But she was aroused too; how could she not be, at the thought of both these beautiful transwomen kissing and caressing her, using her however they wanted? Already she felt unbelievably hot and wet.
“Wendy?” Lana called. “We’re ready when you are.”
“Coming,” she said, then grinned. Hopefully, she soon would be.
After a moment’s thought, she peeled the dress off over her head; she wore nothing underneath. When she kicked off her shoes, she was wearing only her stockings; after a moment, she peeled them off too. She wanted to be completely naked for them both, with nothing between their skin and hers.
Wendy couldn’t wait any longer, so she went from the living room, crossed the hallway and tapped on the bedroom door. “Come in!”
She opened the door and stepped inside. “Hello, girls.”
Sophia and Lana laughed; they were lying naked on Lana’s king size bed and rubbing their cocks, both of which grew fully erect as Wendy watched. “Wow,” said Sophia, looking Wendy up and down. “Very nice.”
Wendy laughed, the tension ebbing — now she felt only a giddy excitement. “You aren’t so bad yourself,” she said. She looked at Lana. “Either of you.”
Lana chuckled, her hand still gliding up and down her shaft. “You joining us then, or what?”
Wendy climbed up on the bed and crawled towards them.