I don't know if I couldn't face my crossdressing husband yet, or if it was that I didn't want to leave Sir. But I was still staying at Sir's house on the Friday following the party.

I know Sir had spoken to Dave almost every day, but right now, I didn't know what to say to him.

Sir had fucked me every day I spent with him this week, fucking like any ordinary couple, although I knew we weren't.

My body had recovered from the previous weekend's exertions now, but my mind still hadn't recovered.

I still kept having thoughts and dreams of Matt's cock using me, fucking me, making me cum as I'd never cum before and filling my cunt with that bucket of spunk like he had last weekend.

As we ate the breakfast that Sir made for me, as he had done all week, we chatted not only about the thoughts and dreams I’d been having but also about my husband.

“You really will need to speak to Dave Evelyn,” Sir told me.

“Yes, I know, Sir,” I replied.

“You really can't put it off much longer, Evelyn”, and I knew he was right.

“I will go see him today, Sir, if that's okay”, I said.

“Evelyn, you are free to do as you wish, well, most of the time”, he said with a smiling grin on his face now and a slight laugh.

It made me giggle, too, which I was happy about. “Okay, I will go get dressed and head over to Dave's”

My mind seemed to stop as I processed the words I’d just said, that I was heading to Dave's and not home as I'd always said before.

Did I now think of Sir's place as home?

I went and dressed to go speak to Dave. I wore what Sir had suggested. Instead of my ultra slutty clothing, I put on a mid-thigh length skirt, not as short and sexy as usual, and my blouse wasn't see-through.

However, underneath, I was dressed as sexily as always. A shelf bra under the blouse, stockings and suspenders under my skirt with 4" high heel shoes.

Sir ordered his driver to take me to see Dave and to wait until I either wanted come back here or told him to go.

As we drove into the driveway of my house, everything seemed quiet.

I headed up to the door, opened it with my key and walked in, shutting it behind me.

I went into the living room and kitchen, but no one was there. I saw a used plate and cup on the kitchen sink.

I then headed upstairs. I could hear music playing, which got louder as I got further up the stairs, coming from the bedroom that used to be Dave's and mine.

When I opened the door, I stood still in surprise, as Dave, or should I mean Sabrina, hadn't heard me enter.

As I stood there, in full Sabrina mode was my husband, I really hadn't thought about or expected this.

Suddenly, Sabrina turned round with a look of shock on his/her face “EVELYN!”

I didn't know what to think or say at that moment or how to respond.

Has our marriage really been a sham, me hiding the whore I was, and Dave hiding this secret of wishing to be a woman, really?

“I'm sorry, Evelyn, I didn't expect you. Sir said he didn't think you were ready to speak to me yesterday,” he said sheepishly.

All I could say was, “Why and how long have you had these urges, Dave?”

Sabrina sat on the edge of the bed now as she spoke to me, “I first wore my sister's bra and pants when I was about 15, Evelyn and continued to do so whenever I got the chance, he told me.

“And all through our marriage?” I asked.

“No, I tried stop when I met you, Evelyn, and I did for a couple of years at first, but then one day you must have left the house in a hurry, leaving your underwear out on the bed. I came home early that day, and when I saw everything, I couldn't stop myself from trying them on,” he told me, not able to look at me now, it seems.

“So you used to dress in my underwear, and I never knew?” I asked him in a shocked tone now.

He lowered his head and mumbled, “Yes, I'm sorry"

“And what about Saturday, that didn't look like it was the first time you'd sucked cock??” I now said, my tone slightly angry.

Again, he couldn't look at me, which told me the answer to that without any words being said.

I knew I really had no right to be angry at Dave, especially after all the things I had done over the past months, how I’d even cheated on him initially with Sir. And then become such a slut and whore for Sir, even in the way I dress now in public. Then I became the hotel whore and was being paid to be so. But I couldn't help myself from being angry at Dave.

“Part of me understands Dave, I really do. I know what it must have felt like to be trapped, not being the person you really are. But I still need some time to process everything that's happened, not just with you but with me too.” I told him.

“We need space and time, for us both to figure everything out in our heads. I will stay with Sir, and I don't want you to suppress Sabrina, though Dave. Please don't do that. She's part of you, just like being a whore is definitely part of me.”

“I will keep in touch”, I told him, as I kissed his cheek and headed back downstairs and out to the car, telling the driver to "take me home", not even realising I’d said those words and their possible meaning now.

When I got home to Sirs, I walked in as he gave me a surprised look.

“I didn't expect you back so soon. Is everything okay?” he asked me.

“Yes, well, no, Sir", I replied.

“Oh?” He looked at me, puzzled slightly and concerned.

“Well, when I went into Dave's house, and he wasn't downstairs. I thought I heard music coming from his bedroom. And when I opened the door, there stood not Dave but Sabrina, all fully made up. I was stunned, Sir. How could he?” I told him, tears in my eyes now, showing how upset it had made me.

“No!!, he must have known you would likely be coming round Evelyn, I told him yesterday I was sure you would”, Sir told me, making me angrier at Dave.

I was thinking he must have known then there was a chance I'd catch him dressed. Did he want me to see him dressed as Sabrina?. But he must have known that would likely upset me before we had a chance to talk about it, and for me get my head around everything.

“I can't believe he did that, Sir”, I said.

Sir took me in my arms, kissed my forehead, telling me, “I don't know Evelyn, maybe now that he's released that inner female side he has, it has just got stronger. A bit like the whore released in you. Don't be too hard on him, okay”

“Thank you, Sir, you are so wonderful, but I do need to give us both some time and space to think about who Dave/Sabrina is”, I said to him.

“Evelyn, I've told you, you can stay here as long as you wish. It's your home too.” Sir held me tight as he told me this.

“And Evelyn, I had a phone call when you were out”, Sir said to me.

“A call, from who, Sir?” I asked.

Oh, someone requesting your services again,” he smiled at me.

“Who, Sir?” I again queried.

“Matt”, he told me with a big smile.

“Matt !!” I said, the pleasure in my voice probably obvious to Sir.

“Yes, Matt, seems he, too, couldn't stop thinking about fucking you last weekend and wants you again tonight,” Sir advised me.

“What did you say, Sir, as you know I'm your whore, I only meet who you want me to meet”, I said, but with a definite sparkle in my eyes now.

“Oh, I told him yes, Evelyn, I know how much you have craved his cock all this week"

“Ohh, thank you, Sir”, as I kissed him for letting me scratch this itch I seemed to have for Matt's big cock.

“There's only one thing, Evelyn”, he said to me, looking slightly concerned.

“What is it, Sir?” I asked, wondering now.

“Well, he won't be alone”, he said.

Then continued, “He told a few of his friends who have had trouble finding women who could take their big, thick cocks too, and they want you too, Evelyn.”

“Oh god how many, Sir?” I queried

“Four, Matt and three of his friends. But I can call him and tell him it's off if you wish, Evelyn.” Sir told me with concern in his voice now.

“No, Sir, it's okay, I want to do it, I want all of their big cocks to use your whore.” I told him.

Although inside I was also worried.

Worried if I could take them all, knowing the painful after effects of Matt having fucked me with his huge cock last week. But I also didn't want to let Sir down. He had already agreed to it, especially after what I'd told him about my thoughts and dreams; it's what I needed.

Oh god this was going to be a long night, I'm sure.