He was zipping up his pants already when he said, thanks babe, that was effing awesome! And he left the room, while I slowly got up from the floor. I locked the door behind him, giving myself some chance to clean up. I wiped my legs clean and tried to dry my panties. I fixed my lipstick and then realized finally what I had done. My first blow job, given to a man. Is that the kind of girl I am?

Then it hit me. I hadn't gagged, I had sucked his dick, swallowed his cum, and I had felt satisfied when we both came together. I didn't mind the taste in my mouth, cleaned with my tongue around my teeth, and swallowed little bits away. It hadn't bothered me. I looked in the mirror, thinking I'd see a slut. But all I saw was a very sexy woman who knew how to dress and how to please a man and how to get pleasure out of it. I would have loved her sucking my own dick.

When I got back, all the girls were sitting at our table again, looking at me with question marks in their eyes. What? I asked. What happened, one of them said, your guy came back a bit ago and he was high fiving his buddies. Oh that, I answered, his hard-on was a bit painful, so I helped him taking care of it.

They were all cheering now and one of them ordered shots. I'm more of a beer drinker, as a guy, and the martinis earlier had made me slightly tipsy, but now I was giddy in no time. Gabrielle explained how at first she had controlled my egg, but when I disappeared in the bathroom she had switched it to automatic. It reacted to my body pressure, and if I would start getting horny it would simply help and take over at some point. At least that explained a few things.

When the music started again, the guys came over for the second time to dance with us. Linda hooked up with the same Zeke again, but it was Brad who pulled me on the floor this time. One of the things the shots had done to me was to make me forget I wasn't a real girl, and I was in a very seductive mode. It didn't take long before I was grinding up on him, and his clear hard-on was my reward. Obviously he had heard how I had given his friend a blow-job and soon I found myself with him in the same bathroom.

I was anticipating what was coming now and appreciated his much larger dick in my mouth. I put a serious effort in, feeling his tip in my throat even, while my egg started working me up again. At some point he stopped however and next thing I feel his fingers between my legs and on the little piece of the egg sticking out from my pussy. Aha, he said, I figured something like this. He rubbed around my back-door and I could feel the vibration inside increase. He said, you mind if I try this side? And with the alcohol affecting my brain I wasn't sure what he meant, but I said, sure.

Somehow he managed to move me around so that I was leaning over the closed toilet, my knees on the soft carpet, and I felt him behind me, lifting up my skirt, pulling my panties out of the way, and then something entered my rear. For a second I was fully aware of what was about to happen, then my egg went off in full speed, and my brain fogged up again. I felt pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure, and more pleasure, as he got in deeper and touched something that connected with the vibration.

I gasped as the egg went on high and I came in seconds. It didn't stop however as Brad pushed in deeper and deeper and the egg took me over the edge again. I started pushing back so he would get in deeper and with his hands on my hips I could hear him grunt. Come baby, take me deeper, fill me up, I heard myself whispering. And then he came. On his first squirt my body followed suit, and he took me to an incredible high. The pressure kept on building and it took minutes before we finally came down again.

I remember he pulled out, I remember him saying some stuff, I remember him leaving, I remember his junk running down my legs and I remember not being able to move. Finally after five minutes or so I felt the strength return to my legs, and I finally managed to get up and lock the door. I sat down on the toilet and squirting out more of his goo. Until I finally felt clean enough to get up and out.

When I got back to the floor, Linda came to me and said, sorry Quinn, but Zeke asked me to come with him for tonight. I asked Gab to take you home later. I had to shake off the fuzz in my brain, and finally I remembered this was why I was her BFF now, so she could find a guy to take her home and more. So I laughed, and said, no problem darling, have fun!

We got more drunk and when Chuck asked me to dance, I don't remember ever making it to the dance floor. He took me while I was on my back on the carpet in the bathroom. I could see his face while he entered me and when he was about to cum. I cried out while he collapsed on me and kissed him as he pulled out.

When Dean asked me a bit later, Gabrielle stopped him, as she was going to take me home. So I simply kissed him and told him, maybe next week. Somehow Gabrielle had arranged an Uber or so for us, who came for us in a limousine with a driver. We were cuddled together until we reached her place and somehow we made it to her bedroom. We both had a disgusting drink, but we felt more clear in our heads at least.

I saw her walk-in closet, which was as big as another bedroom and I saw a clear fetish for latex and leather. Gabrielle also showed me what she called the sister to my egg. She inserted it in her own pussy and it would give us synchronized orgasms, she said. I ate her out, she ate me out, and we were definitely in sync. Then she pulled on a strap-on, and she taught me a few things I had missed with the quickies I had had earlier with the guys. Now that my brain was clear again I realized how much nicer it was with a girl who put true effort in.

She fucked my mouth, deep in my throat, the vibration from her egg making my tongue tingle and it felt like I orgasmed from my mouth. It was the last thing before I passed out from an overload of sex.

At some point I woke up and I realized I was no longer wearing my dress. Somehow she'd gotten it off of me, and then she had pulled a flimsy nighty on me. She was sleeping against me, sort of spooning me, with one arm wrapped around me. It warmed my heart, as in all my years of marriage my wife never wanted to be so intimate. I was too warm for her, she always complained, and it didn't help our relationship.

I could feel that Gabrielle was still wearing the strap-on, and just from instinct I moved slightly, so that it lined up with my backdoor, and then I slowly pushed back on it, taking it in me. My egg started vibrating softly and I had a miniscule orgasm, but it was incredibly satisfying to be pinned to my lover in my sleep, as I slowly fell asleep again.

I woke up in the morning from her slow movements in me and on me. And before I ever opened my eyes she had rocked my world already and I realized I could easily get used to this. When we kissed I knew I was not the only one in love. Apparently I had fulfilled her fantasy when I connected to her in her sleep. Never had she had a female lover that appreciated her need for wearing the strap-on at night, and here I was.

That suddenly woke me up. Somehow I had forgotten I wasn't a real girl and now I was falling in love and it went both ways. But it was not right, I was a fraud, how could I be the girl of her dreams? So I confessed. There's a guy under all this, I wished it were different, because she was so perfect for me. I thought she'd be mad, but she nodded and laughed. Then she showed me a text on her phone from Linda. It said, "Hope you like my surprise. It was fun, setting up my two best friends!"

Gabrielle started to explain how miserable Linda had been in her marriage, and how she had tried to console her, when she found out that her husband had been unfaithful. How in the end they ended up in bed and had a fling themselves. How the husband had used that in divorce court, how Linda had to confirm under oath, but how he got away with lying about his own actions. How the man got the house, the main car and most of their possessions and how Linda had to move to an apartment with hardly any money and an old clunker.

Linda stopped taking care of herself, her body, her mind. She gained a lot of weight from a very unhealthy diet. She hid from her friends and it took a long time before Gabrielle had been able to break through the walls she had built around her. It had almost been too late. But, finally, Linda saw her path was leading to self destruction, and she managed to turn things around. She started eating healthier and joined the gym. Gabrielle offered to go with her, but she wanted to do this by herself. At least she took Gabrielle's advice on what exercises to perform.

And then Paul came in her life, someone who had similar problems as Linda. At first Gabrielle was skeptical, Linda didn't need another man in her life who would probably screw her up again. But as Linda helped him, she helped herself. They challenged each other and both their life's improved. An unlikely friendship between a man and a woman, not clouded by a disturbing romance, got them both back in society, back in the dating scene, erasing their troubled pasts.

Gabrielle saw Paul's influence on Linda, he got her to dress more sexy, more daring, something Gabrielle had tried, but never managed. Not for his own gain, but just to help his friend. Dinners were shared and became more and more healthy. And Gabrielle started to develop feelings for this man, whom she had never met, and only knew through Linda's stories. But both shared a common goal, the happiness of Linda. These feelings were new to Gabrielle, as men had been good to satisfy particular sexual needs, but never for love, that she only reserved for the women in her life. But from pictures that Linda showed her, she saw that Paul had potential.

She suggested to Linda to get him to wear matching outfits, to convince him to drop his beard, yet grow his hair. She gave her laser hair removal system to Linda, telling her how good Paul would look without all that body hair. She found some exercises for the two of them that would really tone their legs and waist but improve the chest area. And from photos she saw how Paul became more and more attractive, physically, to Gabrielle.

The last step to make Paul her BFF came from Linda herself. Gabrielle now understood. Linda had seen right through her, but recognized it for what it was. She found a way to get her two best friends together, dressed Paul, now Quinn, into a sexy outfit that fit perfectly with Gabrielle's fetish needs. She even showed Quinn how satisfying a deep French kiss with another woman could be. They never stood a chance, they would fall in love for life.

When I heard these last words from Gabrielle's mouth, I knew them to be true. I would never tire from waking up in Gabrielle's embrace, I had seen a glimpse of her fetish collection and I couldn't wait to try it all out myself. We both wanted Linda's happiness and in working on that we found our own match.

There would be problems though, I knew. Not with becoming Quinn permanently, Gabrielle would make sure of that. But I couldn't go back to my job, as a woman. I would lose my paycheck. And down the road I would need a lot of money to give me real breasts and a real vagina, as it would make our relationship even better. But Gabrielle told me not to worry. She had money, lots of it, owning a very successful business. She lived in a mansion and last night's Uber was really her personal chauffeur. She could provide me with a job or help me finding one, or setting up my own business. Or simply enjoy being her trophy wife.