Checking on her

I used to hate when the 8^th of March would come. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those assholes that think that women should not have a day dedicated to them or something. It’s just that I am… well, the possessive kind of guy when it comes to relationships. I know perfectly well that’s not a good attitude to have, but it’s not like I can force myself to not be jealous. And while most of the times I manage to be by my girlfriend’s side, on International Women’s Day when she hangs out with her female friends there’s really nothing I can do to keep an eye on her. She had started to get fed up with me constantly controlling her, and I’m sure that if she would have found out that I was spying on her one more time she would have broken up with me.

But even though I really tried to strain myself to not follow her, I really couldn’t just let her be on such a night. I trusted her… I think, but I didn’t trust her friends at all! They don’t like me, and I’m sure they would have done everything they could in order to sabotage our relationship. And if they made her drink one or two drinks too much, and took her to one of those clubs where they put up shows with male strippers for women… I… I don’t know if I could have fully trusted her. That’s why I decided to resort to pretty extreme measures.

The bodysuit costed me a fortune, and on top of that I also had to buy my own dress and heels and accessories in order not to be found out by my girlfriend if I had taken some of her clothes. But it was worth it. When I slipped inside of it I looked just like an actual woman. It was incredible. It felt incredible, just like it was my actual body and not just a suit. It took me a while to get myself ready, styling my hair and doing my makeup, but in the end I looked amazing. No one would have been able to tell that I was a man in disguise, not even my girlfriend. Now I could have spied on her without being found out! My plan was flawless! Or so I though.

I knew the club where she and her friends would have spent the night, and just as I imagined it was one of those places with strip shows for women. I’ll admit that the free entrance was pretty neat, and so was the fact that drinks were sold at half their price to women. And I really needed to drink as much as possible, since looking from afar at my girlfriend drinking and having fun with her friends was making me increasingly nervous, and the closer the start of the show was approaching the more tense I was getting. Finally the strippers got on stage, and there was such an uproar that I felt like I was in a madhouse. However soon enough the alcohol started to take its toll, and I was slowly but surely getting into the show more and more. It was strange, but seeing those guys dancing, with their perfect abs, and muscular arms, and amazing pecs, was unsettlingly fascinating. Not to mention their bulges. It was almost hypnotic, and I felt a weird warm sensation raise from my groin and going through all my body, making me quiver. Before I could realize it, I was cheering for those hunks just like all the other girls, and when one of them took off his speedo and remained naked right in front of me, I felt myself shiver in anticipation. While the women around me started to get uneasy for that spectacle, I on the other hand was totally into it, and when he climbed over me and let his thick cock slip into my eager mouth, I did not back down, and welcomed that shaft with joy.

What followed seems now all kind of blurry and confused, but judging by the weird and unsettling taste I still have in my mouth I think I may have pushed myself a little too far. Thank god I did not let him fuck me. If he ended up coming inside of me I would have remained stuck in the suit. But the fact that I have simply sucked a guy off is not really of any consolation to me. And the ironic part is that my girlfriend left the place uneasy and scandalized as soon as the show started to really get going. Now I know that I can trust her. The only problem is that I can’t stop thinking about all the fun I have had while in the suit. And about how great that guy’s cum tasted. I guess I won’t get rid of the suit just yet, and that starting today I will insist for my girlfriend to hang out more often with her friends, just so I can have more night for myself and my newfound fondness for cock.