The Erotic Adventures Of Misty and Laryssa

By Traci M Knight

Traci’s back!!! This time with her hottest novel yet, chock full of wild sex and erotic adventures, and a look inside the minds of a husband and wife as they pursue new erotic experiences. Melissa and Larry were a fairly normal couple, except for the dark secret he harbored. He wanted to see his wife with another man. He never suspected the consequences of sharing his fantasy with his wife. Melissa tells her friend Heather and it’s off to the races. Heather tells Melissa of a little group of friends dedicated to sensual and sexual pleasure. Follow along with our intrepid couple as the enter a brave new world of sexual exploration and gratification, from their first tenuous steps hot-wifing, to a full-blown orgy, to their dedicating their lives to the pursuit of sensual and carnal pleasures. Traci brings her characters to life with riveting, detailed descriptions of husband feminization, bi-sexual encounters, group sex, cuckolding, incestuous coupling, blowjobs, anal and other kinks. If those things offend you, don’t read the book. However, if those kinds of things interest you, you’ll have hours of pleasurable reading.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Team FREEDOM Publishing
• Release date: Sep 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005755997

Traci M Knight

Traci M Knight is the name of a pre-transition trans-woman with a vivid, naughty, imagination. I think of myself in many of these situations and relish the eroticism of the moment.I hope you get as much enjoyment reading as I had writing.Hugs,Traciemail [e-mail]

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The Erotic Adventures of Misty and Laryssa

By Traci M. Knight

All characters portrayed as engaging in sexual activity are over eighteen years of age and are completely fictional and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is completely coincidental. This book contains explicit sexual content and is intended for adult audiences only.

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Copyright May 2022

A Word From The Author

Dear Readers, I hope you have as much enjoyment reading this book as I had writing it. I hope the book brings you hours of pleasure. As an older transwoman who is finally beginning transition, this tome is filled with my wildest fantasies and is also a metaphor for my life, as well as thoughts and feelings I had as I contemplated transition.

While these stories are meant to arouse, I hope you appreciate the story I wish to tell. True love shared in mutual pleasure can be nourishment for the soul, and not to mention a good marriage. But sometimes being alone, engaging in self love with a good book, can also be that nourishment.

For now dear readers, I thank you for the purchase of this book as the proceeds will help fulfill a lifelong dream, becoming the woman I always hoped I could be. If you like the book please be so kind as to leave a positive review so as to help its distribution.

Love and Thanks,

Traci M Knight

Read on and Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – How It All Began

Laryssa: I remember being taught in Sunday School that sin will take you farther than you want to go and keep you longer than you want to be kept. This may be true but it’s not always a bad thing. Permit us to tell you our story. My name is Larry Knight, or at least it used to be. Now I’m known as Laryssa. My wife is Melissa but now she prefers to go by Misty.

Until a few months ago, we were your normal, everyday, middle-aged couple. I was 49 and Melissa was 48, childhood sweethearts since we met in our local Baptist Church. Until recently, we still attended church but we didn’t follow all the dictates you would normally associate with Baptists. We weren’t exactly sinners but you couldn’t call us saints either.

When we married, we were both virgins and through our married life neither of us had ever cheated on each other. Our children are both grown, married and have children of their own. Now nearing our 50’s, we were what they call empty-nesters, a few pounds overweight but still in fairly good shape. Melissa still had her flawless complexion and few wrinkles but her best assets were her 40DD breasts, shapely rounded ass, and bowling pin legs. The fact is, even with a few extra pounds, she still turned the heads of many men, even younger men. Simply put, she was what they would call a MILF. But she was true to our vows and would never have even considered cheating on me. Or so I thought.

Like many marriages of our many years and commitment, vanilla sex had become the norm, routine and boring. Like many families we had our home computer for bills and Facebook and other routine functions. Then we got tablets and at first, they were just an extension of our connectivity, but then I discovered pornography. I suppose looking at this material was sin. Little did I realize just how far down the rabbit hole it would take us.

In the meantime, too, we decided we should get ourselves in shape and we joined the local health club and that is where we met Heather, her husband Mick and the owner of the club, Jason. Heather was stunning, shoulder length honey blonde hair, massive boobs, probably 44 DDs, a fit, trim body, but with all the curves a woman should have in all the right places in just the right proportions, a body that just screamed sexuality. Her husband Mick, while well-toned, rather handsome, and lightly muscled, really didn’t stand out, except in the locker room, he was virtually hairless. Now I’m not talking about light, sparse hair, He had no hair on his body, arms, legs, back, even his crotch area was completely bald. He called it his metro-sexual look. Hey, to each their own I thought.

Jason was something else though, tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, not only muscled, but ripped muscles, arms, legs, washboard abs, a near perfect specimen of manhood. Basically, he had looks that would turn a straight man gay. From what I could tell though, Jason was straight, or so I thought, especially the way he flirted with his female customers and how they fawned over his body.

Okay, so while we were getting in shape our sex life didn’t improve substantially, I went further down the path of more and more pornographic depravity. At first it was just masturbating to pictures and videos of women, but gradually I discovered stories and picture sites of hotwives, women who have sex with other men with their husband’s permission and in many cases, encouragement. Slowly I started thinking about my beautiful, faithful wife becoming like these other women, fucking and sucking other men, sometimes several men at the same time. This is the nature of sexual sin, it begins taking you further and further down the road of lust and wantonness.

About this time too, I started remembering feelings I had in my youth, feelings that I should have been born a girl. For a while, I was saw myself as different from the other boys, while they thought the short skirts and make-up made the girls attractive, I was jealous because I wanted to wear the mini-skirts, cool clothes, and make-up. I would look at the girls and wished I could be one but that wasn’t something I could talk to anyone about. We had words for boys like that, queer, homo, fag. No, in the Baptist church you didn’t want to be different, especially in this way. So, I buried my feelings deep inside and tried to be a normal male.

Time passed and I met Melissa at a Christian youth rally and we became very close friends that weekend, and as she lived fairly close to me, we started dating, fell in love and married; and my thoughts of being a girl dissipated. Or so I thought. How they would come back with a vengeance, I would never have guessed. Let’s just say we fell into a normal lifestyle, raised kids and were good little Baptists.

During this period while we were working out, Melissa and Heather were also becoming chummier, occasionally going out for lunch or at night for a few drinks, nothing suspicious about that. Little did I know that they often talked about our sex life and Heather was giving her pointers how to spice up ours. Melissa would now occasionally wear a nightie or garter belt and stockings to bed and seduce me. As my wife became sexier, my desire to see her with another man grew increasingly stronger. I would envision her with heavy makeup and dressing in sexy attire. I would read the stories of hotwives and their husbands and how much sexual enjoyment they were experiencing and wished we could be them. It didn’t matter that often times the wives would force their husbands to dress up like women or perform sex acts on their lovers, it seemed the men enjoyed watching their wives please other men, and I was falling into that mold.

Sometimes she would want to talk as we cuddled after sex. She would oftentimes ask me about my fantasies and I would respond rather generically. Well, one time after my usual bland fantasies, she became rather indignant, she said, enough of this shit. I’m tired of all these non-answer answers. She said directly with a tone of frustration in her voice, what is it that you would find hotter than all get-out?

Slightly annoyed with her pestering, I blurted out, I’d like to watch you fuck another guy. And that did it, the look of shock, horror, and hurt on her face was immediate.

For a few moments she was speechless, but then she asked with a tear in her eye and cracking voice, how…how could you think I would ever do such a thing? I…I’ve always been faithful to you. How could you say such a thing? And before I could even respond she rolled over on her other side and try as I might, nothing I said would get her to look at me. I figured 26 years of marriage just went down the drain, so I just rolled over and went to sleep.

Misty: I was truly appalled when Larry suggested such a thing. However, it wasn’t the first time I had heard of such a thing. While Heather was giving me tips on how to spice up our romance, she had let drop that she and Mick had what they called, ‘the arrangement,’ each were occasionally allowed to step out of their monogamy, but never did I imagine it in our life together with my husband.

Yes, I really did say those things. I was mortified. Until then, I had never once thought of screwing around outside of our marriage. Sure, I sometimes cast admiring glances at some guys but could never imagine myself having some other guy’s cock, mainly because of our wedding vows, but also to arrange such a tryst would have been difficult to pull off logistically. So, it was never an issue.

But now, I was going to bed already worked up from trying to play with my husband and I let my mind dwell on the possibility of other men. Heather put it quite enticingly about the freedom to fuck outside of marriage. What if?…I thought? I snuggled down in bed and let my thoughts drift. At once I thought how intriguing it might be to be in the arms of another man, another man’s cock inside of me. After all, until now I had only had my husband’s.

I imagined a stranger and as I undressed him, his cock falls out of his pants and into my hands. I look at it. I take it in my hand and examine it, feel the velvety texture, to watch it in front of my eyes engorge with blood, turning hard in my grasp. I tenderly kiss the head, savoring the texture on my lipstick covered lips.

This could be interesting I thought, and continued my erotic reverie. Then moving forward, I wrap my lips around the turgid rod and take it in my mouth. Something clicked inside of me that moment, maybe I could stand to experience another man. What if he fucked me? I thought. I imagined spreading my legs to welcome his manhood into my womanly mysteries. No longer was this pussy the sole possession of my husband. It was my pussy to share with whomever I choose. I felt empowered claiming ownership of my pussy. I can’t say I had an orgasm but I did fall asleep alternating between visions of a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth.

Laryssa: The next day she got up and was her usual cheery self and never mentioned a word and the next few days were the same, no mention of my fantasy. Now it turned out that Heather’s daughter was getting married in a couple of weeks and that Saturday they were having her bachelorette party and Melissa was invited. When I asked what the party would be like, she said she imagined there would be silly games and sexy gifts and probably plenty of alcohol.

I didn’t really give it much thought until Saturday rolled around and she reminded me of the party as I asked why she was getting dressed up. When she came to say she was leaving, I was shocked. My wife looked like a hottie in a red mini-dress that clung to her body and exposed every curve. Wearing black stockings with red four-inch heel pumps, red lips and dark smokey eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, she was a vision of sexiness. "Well, what do you think, do I look like a hot wife? She asked seductively.

Did I hear her say what I thought I heard her say? I was momentarily dumbstruck. How did she mean that? I had never used that word, and now, while I was fully aware of what it meant, did she, or did she just mean a wife that looks hot? Immediately I could feel my heart thumping in my chest and my breathing became quicker and shallower. Playing it conservatively I responded that I thought she looked very hot. She said good because Heather wanted the married women to get dressed up so her daughter would realize you could be a married woman, and a hot wife too. She gave me a little wink telling me she knew exactly what she said and what it meant. And she wanted me to know that she knew. As she was leaving, she said not to worry that the party would probably run late and she probably would too.

Left aroused and to my own devices I naturally pulled out my tablet and began surfing my favorite hotwife story sites and alleged hotwife videos. Once again, I was soon imagining my beautiful, sexy wife getting her mouth stuffed and her pussy filled by another man’s cock. After which, drained myself, I put a movie on the tube and dozed off.

About midnight my wife came through the door and seemed flushed. It was also obvious she had more to drink than she usually does, which isn’t much or often. The first thing she does is comes and plants a sensuous kiss on my mouth thrusting her tongue deep and I could smell the alcohol on her breath. With wild-eyed lust she told me, take me upstairs and fuck me!

I was taken aback. I had never in all our years together heard her use that word before. I guess I didn’t move fast enough for her because she looked at me and said, Now. She then turned and went to our bedroom. Not wanting to piss her off more than I did the other day, I got up and followed her.

By the time I got to the bedroom my wife was already stripping off her dress and was standing there in just her bra, panties and a garter belt, stockings and heels. She was a woman possessed with lust. Ok buster, get those clothes off and you better be able to fuck me like I need to be fucked. She was slurring her words, the effect of the alcohol I presumed. I’m going to suck your fucking cock and then you are going to fuck me hard and deep, she told me.

I was now fully awake from hearing her use the word fuck more in a couple minutes than she ever had before in her life. I was surprised, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I quickly dropped my clothes ready to do as she asked and if there were any consequences, well, tomorrow was another day and I would deal with it later. For now, I laid down on the bed and let her make the next move. Within seconds she was down on all fours and engulfed my now stiffening cock in her mouth, I had never seen her this aroused before, immediately licking and sucking my engorged flesh. Her warm mouth and aggressive attitude was overwhelmingly exciting. She wasn’t sucking my dick long before she swung around and planted her panty clad pussy on my mouth. Eat me honey, she muttered, not in an angry tone, just commanding.

Pulling her panties to one side, I found her pussy sopping wet. Obviously, she had been aroused for a while now. As my lips and tongue met her slit, my wife moaned loudly, oh fuck yes, lick my fucking pussy, fuck me with your tongue. Oh, fuck yeah that’s good. Make me fucking cum. Make me fucking cum! Melissa was so primed that as I flicked and nibbled her delicious pussy and clitoris, almost immediately, she had an orgasm, thrashing in pleasure and mashing her cunt on my face so that I could barely breathe.

As she recovered, she pulled off her panties and impaled herself on my upright cock, riding me like a cowgirl pumping herself furiously. After a few minutes of riding me she rolled off onto her back pulling me with her. Fuck me hard like I need it, she ordered and I slid my cock into her dripping cunt. She kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue deep within my mouth. By now I was just as filled with lust as she was and quickly went through the gears and began pounding her snatch as hard and deep as I could; give me your cum, she demanded. Cum inside my fucking pussy!

Even though I had pleasured myself earlier, her unrestrained lust pushed me to the edge and I felt my balls welling up to deliver another load. When I felt myself ready to explode, I mashed my crotch against hers and plunged my cock as deep as I could and held it there. That ignited another orgasm in her body and once again she was moaning about how fucking good it felt. When my cock deflated, she wasted no time in flipping around and taking my rod in her mouth sucking the combined juices of my cum and her love juice. I was totally amazed. This was another first. Before when she would blow me, she would never let me cum in her mouth, either finishing up by wanking me or me fucking her to my orgasm. Now, here she was, seemingly relishing the taste of my cum.

What she did next surprised me even more. My usually puritanical wife sunk her fingers into her pussy and raised them to her lips and began to clean them as if she couldn’t get enough of the flavor of my salty load. It was now my turn to be shocked again as she put her lips to mine and I tasted the sticky, salty, flavor of my cum. At first, I was repulsed by the thought but I came to realize it didn’t taste all that bad. It was just the thought that I now had my own cum on my lips and in my mouth.

Finally, exhausted, she lay back on the bed and smiled wickedly. Aren’t you curious what got into me, she smiled and asked seductively.

I’m guessing the alcohol, I responded.

That might be, she said but it was what took place at the party. She related that the party started innocently enough but as the wine and drinks began to flow the party got raunchier. It started with a game where the others had to guess the other’s boyfriend’s or husband’s darkest fantasy. I guess it was the alcohol that loosened my tongue and I thought they would be shocked when I said yours was to see me with another man. Some were surprised but Heather said that this was one of the most common fantasies amongst men.

Now was my turn to feel mortified. I told her I couldn’t believe she told them that about me. Now her best friend knew that I had some depraved fantasy

She told me not to be such a baby, that it was really nothing. She said the next thing they did was to get into the bachelorette presents and these were the usual assortment of various items of lingerie, dildos and sex toys. But then as even more alcohol was being passed around there was a knock at the door and two of the most studly guys entered the room, put on music and began dancing and as they danced, they began removing their clothes. She said the other girls seemed to get into it right away stuffing dollar bills into the guy’s shorts but she remained reserved. She said the other girls handed her a few dollar bills and said she had to use them.

Melissa related that as she got up close, she could clearly see the outlines of their cocks beneath the sheer material. My wife told me that the guys were really built, seemingly not an ounce of fat on them, and well-muscled legs, chest, arms and flat abs. What really aroused her though was when they dropped their shorts and two magnificent cocks popped into view. I admit I was shocked when Melissa used the word magnificent to describe their cocks. She said that the guys probably danced for another 15 minutes and that she was amazed at their stamina, Dancing around they wiggled right next to the other girls and they were stroking their legs and bodies and some dared go as far as touching their cocks and some as far as sucking those beautiful works of manhood into their mouths.

When the dancing was done, Heather, her daughter Samantha and the guys disappeared towards the kitchen, she guessed to pay them. But after about 10 minutes some of the girls needed refills so my wife volunteered to get another bottle of wine. As she passed one of the bedrooms, she heard some noises and moans, and the door being slightly ajar, saw Heather and Samantha, both on their knees with their heads nestled between the guy’s legs. Shocked and speechless she continued on into the kitchen and returned to the living room with the wine, but she couldn’t get the vision out of her head.

Once again, she excused herself and found herself drawn to the door. Once again, peeking in she was shocked by what she saw. Heather and Samantha were both on their backs, their legs wide open, and the guys obviously fucking them. She told me that she was so aroused and found the scene so erotic, without even realizing, found her hand caressing her own pussy. Gawd, they looked like they were enjoying themselves, Melissa related. She couldn’t believe her friend was cheating on her husband, even though she was aware of the arrangement, and moreover her daughter who was getting married in two weeks fucking right beside her.

This was almost too much for her, not because she was shocked watching them but that she found herself breathing heavy and her sexual desire rising, so she returned to join the girls. They were all telling stories of the different men they had fucked and they said it with such nonchalance, she couldn’t believe that while some of them were married, they cheated on their husbands too. Melissa said, they seemed rather surprised when I said I had never cheated on you, and they said they really didn’t consider it cheating since the men knew that they fucked around. They said that their husbands and boyfriends knew and actually approved of it because when they returned to them, their lovemaking was much more intense. This wasn’t just some of the girls, she said, but each and every one of them admitted to fucking around. It was strange but they were talking about the same thing you wanted me to do

Now it was my turn to get excited. Were my wife’s defenses breaking down? Was she perhaps considering my fantasy? My wife was obviously turned on, I mean her pussy was drenched when she arrived home.

I didn’t have much time to dwell on it because she continued with her story. She said that when Heather and Samantha rejoined the party their hair was mussed, they were flushed with that just fucked look. Heather nonchalantly asked who wanted to be next? The girls asked me if I wanted to have a go but I told them rather embarrassed that, no, I’d pass and politely turned down the opportunity. So, over the next hour or so the girls cycled out and back each knowing what the others