A Return To Form

She pulled into the carport ten minutes later. The downpour thundering against the roof was a cozy welcome to the home, which her husband, who had left to take the kids to her mom's, had bought her nearly ten years prior. Ot was certainly something which she had never thought she would live in. Her family had been poor, but then Chase had no money either. He had simply been eager to sacrifice everything for her. Miranda had no qualms about accepting everything he offered.

Gathering her new attire, she went through the foyer and past the living room, taking the stairs up to the master bed before laying the outfits out. 'Dress or Suit?' She texted quickly before sending the message, already suspecting she knew his answer. While other men would have been offended by the question and even find a woman in any sort of suit to automatically be less attractive than even a modest dress, Chase was... different.

He actually preferred a sexy yet masculine aesthetic. He even preferred short-haired women over long, which had been a shock to her when they first met. Not that he'd ever stated it explicitly, but it was always pretty obvious from his reaction when she'd cut it all off. He'd always been like that. A man who didn't seem like a man at all, at least not when it came to romantic endeavors or running the family. While Chase felt a need to rebel against it and insist he wasn't, the two of them were totally backwards in their marriage. She'd even told him so before, and it had wounded his precious ego. He was always so sensitive. She was the one with a spine. He was the one who'd cry when she was mad at him. It was kind of funny. If she didn't know any better, she would think he was gay, and she suspected that he probably was halfway there. He was certainly 'gay coded', as she sometimes thought of it.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed with his response. "suit <3."

"I thought so," Miranda replied before setting the burgundy suit aside and getting ready for her shower.

Stripping down, she started the water. A cold chill running through the house. The temperature outside was only getting worse, and the shower steamed as she stepped in, warming her flesh and she let her mind wander as she got clean, shaving every part of her body and thinking about her past and how far she'd come. From a poor girl who lived in a trailer to a woman who lived in a large house, a husband who adored her, and two wonderful children. She was one of the lucky ones, and even if the world hadn't been so messed up, she felt she had truly won the lottery when it came to life. Not many people got what she had. And practically no one from the bumfuck South did.

And then there was Sarah. Her best friend who was totally devoted to her. Her best friend, whom she had abruptly kissed after eating simply to infuriate the Christian families who had assumed they were together and gawked at them the entire time. While she wasn't gay, she had to admit that she'd enjoyed it a bit more than she should have.

It hadn't been like kissing Chase, whose course stubble scraped against her skin when their lips would meet. She hadn't planned any of it out, didn't even realize she was going to kiss Sarah until her lips clashed against her friend's. She'd even allowed her tongue to explore Miranda's mouth. It was almost a shame that it had been just to spite the assholes in the restaurant, though. She wished she could have savored it a little more. It had felt nice.

She washed her hair with her favorite rose-scented shampoo before finally drying off and stepping out. As she was doing so, another message arrived from her husband. 'Love you,' it read. 'Love you too <3' she replied quickly before beginning to apply her makeup.

Twenty minutes later, her makeup was done. She slid on her bra and panties before pulling the pants up which clung tightly to her lower half. She had to admit, even she was impressed by how sexy it was as she tucked the white blouse and slid the jacket over her shoulders. Everything fit perfectly. The burgundy jacket and pants hugged her curves, making her legs look even longer and her breasts more pronounced. She slipped on the four inch heels and then her jewelry before standing in front of the mirror, checking her make up, and brushing her short hair back, the shaved sides of her hair visible beneath the pomade slicked top which was no more than six or seven inches in length before putting on her pentagram earrings which dangled behind the large onyx plugs she wore in her lobes. Stepping back, she took in a deep breath, admiring herself from multiple angles. She looked hot, sexy, and confident. A woman who could take on the world. Who could rule it. Even the way she moved was different now. Her posture, her grace, even how she looked at herself. She imagined the kiss from earlier again as she snapped selfies to post and wondered how hot a picture of her and her best friend kissing would be.

Setting her phone a proper distance away, she programed the timer for a 10 second delay before unbuttoning the blouse until her cleavage clearly showed, bending over the bathroom sink in more than one very suggestive pose form a silhouette shot with her back arched, ass in the air, a frontal where she bent forward showing all of her cleavage and a final shot sitting on the counter, legs spread in invitation, tamel toe clearly visible. She didn't know why she didn't send them to Chase; she'd meant to. Instead, she sent them to Sarah with a simple caption,' Just for you :)'.

A message came back from Sarah immediately. 'WOW!!! You look SO GOOD, Miranda' the message read. Another message came in seconds later. 'You are absolutely gorgeous. I mean it. Seriously. You are so sexy.' A third followed soon after. 'I know you probably won't see this till later but I can't help but feel a little intimidated by you sometimes. I just feel so inadequate next to you.' Another came in. 'I'm really just in shock right now. Like, I'm actually just stunned at how beautiful you are. And that you are sending these to me. It's like I'm seeing you for the first time all overagainn' and finally the last one. 'It's almost 3 and I'm so horny now thanks to you, you fucking tease. Seriously, I can't get you out of my mind. Sorry if that's inappropriate."

Miranda laughed to herself and then replied, 'Oh, I think it's very appropriate <3 I'd have to agree. I am absolutely gorgeous.'

" :* " Sarah replied.

She stared at the kissy face for several moments. Was she actually flirting with her gay friend? She didn't know, didn't know what she was doing to be honest.

The house rumbled as the front door slammed downstairs, a familiar "Babe! Where are you?" Drifted up the stairs as Chase's feet thumped eagerly up the carpeted steps.

He walked in, his green eyes lighting up when he saw her, his hand dropping to his crotch, fumbling with his cock, which he was clearly already growing hard, trying to make it less obvious. A faint smile came to his face as he looked her up and down, his cock still growing in his hand.

"Hi," she said with a smirk, amused by the sight of her husband, who appeared to have forgotten to breathe. "What's up?"

"You look so good," he stammered, his cock growing harder, bulging beneath the thin fabric of his pants.

"Thanks," she said, watching his reaction with amusement.

"I mean, I've been trying to get you to wear suits for so long, and you finally do it," he said, his eyes locked on her chest.

"Well, I'm trying a lot of new things these days," she said with a chuckle as she again remembered kissing Sarah before walking towards him and kissing him gently, her hand stroking his growing manhood through the fabric, feeling its familiar shape as she pressed her lips against his while the other slid around his thin waist.

He was already panting as she pulled back, his eyes half lidded with lust as he gazed up at her with reverence. His eyes barely met her chin when she wore heels, a fact which she had always found amusing, and he had always found sexy.

He was so odd, she thought as he breathed heavily, clearly aroused. His cock now completely hard in his pants. He always got so turned on so fast.

"I love you so much," he said as she looked down at him, a wide grin coming to his face.

"I love you too," she replied as he grabbed her ass, his cock pressing into her thigh. Too bad he tended to cum so quickly when he got inside of her.

She grabbed his cock in her hand, stroking it through the pants before moving her hand to unbutton and pull down his pants; his cock sprang eagerly forward as she wrapped her fingers around it. She began to stroke him slowly, her hand squeezing him as she did so.

"Fuck yes," he all but moaned.

She smirked and kissed him with more force as his hands slid under her jacket, grabbing her breast through the blouse while the other ran through her slicked back hair. His lips were warm against hers, and she savored the way the hairs of his stubble felt against her face as they kissed. "I take it you like it," she said as she continued to stroke him. He was already leaking precum, which was being slathered over his thumb and forefinger as she teased him with the two digits.

His fingers slid down to her crotch to rub her snatch up and down from mound to taint several times before two fingers swirled around in circles on the bulb of her clit, which was beginning to throb at the touch. She let out a soft moan, knowing that Chase delighted in the soft material of her slacks against his fingers, the sensuality adding a psychological element to his craving for her.

"Yeah, I fucking love it," he panted heavily. His fingers pressed against her crotch, all but stuffing her trousers crotch between her folds, beginning to feel the moisture which was now beginning to drip from her slit and dampen her crotch. She didn't know why, but she always enjoyed being stimulated through her clothes. She guessed that it was some sort of fetish, even if a minor one.

'He is so good with his hand, 'she thought. 'It's too bad he isn't this good with his cock.' She thought as she began to stroke him faster, squeezing the tip of his member with each pump.

He gasped in response and kissed her harder, his tongue pressing against hers as he groaned into her mouth. His fingers slid from her crotch up to her breasts, his touch delicate and tender as they groped her through the blouse. He was so gentle and kind to her, and she felt a little bad for knowing what was about to come next. He had always been so quick to cum, and the moment was always a bit disappointing for her, though he always apologized for it and would try and think about anything else while he was inside of her.

'But what if I don't let him?' She thought, squeezing his cock in her hand as she began to pump him faster, her fingers still slick with his precum. "Fuck," he hissed in response. His hips thrusting forward in response, eager to fuck her hand. "Yes," he purred, his voice already strained with pleasure.

His arms wrapped around her neck, his head tilted to expose his neck. She knew what he wanted. She traced his earlobe with her tongue before descending to his neck. She grazed it with her teeth briefly before biting down, adding more pressure every second. He let out a sharp gasp, and his fingers dug into her hair, his hands pulling her face into his neck, hers as she continued to bite him. "Oh, fuck," he whimpered, his legs bucking as his cock throbbed in her hand, his precum leaking over her fingers and onto the floor, several stray drops finding their way to her thigh and leaving dark circles on the burgundy material.

She felt him tense, knew that he was almost there... and she let go, stepping away from the shorter man with a wicked glint in her eye. Her mind was a whirl of lust and possibilities unexplored, fantasies not yet realized.

"No!" He cried, his eyes wide and pleading. "Please don't stop, I was so close."

She laughed at his pleading, the sound making him flinch. She stepped forward again, her eyes locked on his and grabbed his manhood in her hand once more before saying in a voice which was almost a whisper, "You want to cum, don't you? You want to feel that sweet release, that ecstasy, don't you?" He nodded eagerly, his cock pulsing in her hand. She stroked him once, and his toes curled.

His eyes fluttered and his body shuddered. His face was contorted into an expression of both lust and desperation, lower lip caught between his teeth. It was such a feminine expression, like so many of his mannerisms he wasn't aware of. Like the way he always cocked his hip out or placed his hands on his hips. It was something he was completely unaware of, but it made her love him all the more. She felt her heart swell as she saw the pleading look in his eyes and felt herself begin to soften. Her tone changed as she stroked his member lightly and asked, "How about we talk?"

He looked confused, clearly not understanding what she meant. His mouth opened as he tried to speak.

The sound of his voice broke through the silence before she cut him off. "I'll be right back. Let's have a nice little sit-down living room and chat," she said before heading for the door. "You know, I think I know what you want that you will never admit," she said as she heard him follow behind her, his hands reaching for her hips as she walked out of the room.

She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, 'on the couch, baby... and undress,' she called over her shoulder.

His footsteps stopped, and she heard the shuffling of clothing being removed, followed by his footsteps as he walked into the living room.

She walked in and sat on the couch across from him, her legs crossed as he lay on the loveseat, again in a posture more appropriate for a woman to take, his eyes glued to her body, to her feet, his cock still hard, the tip red and angry.

She took a sip of cold water, her eyes never leaving his as she waited for him to make eye contact. She saw his gaze flicker over her chest and she couldn't help but smile. "So, I know what you really want," she said, her voice a little softer than before.

He looked at her with wide eyes, clearly not sure what to say. "What? What do you mean?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"I know you want to be the woman in bed," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What?! Fuck that shit, Miranda," he protested as he shot into a sitting position. "I'm a ma-"

She was sitting next to him in a heartbeat. "A man, of course, baby. But I've gotten your hints. I've seen the difference in how you react when I take charge. And let's not forget that I am the man in our marriage. And hey! That's okay! If you weren't how you are I wouldn't have married you..." her was again stroking his cock, which had softened and shrank at the accusation, which was wounding his own sense of masculinity. "And I know you're at least a little gay, Chase-".

"Godammit, no, I'm -" he tried to interrupt.

"You are. It's okay. Look, I'm sorry that I called you a faggot when I'm angry, but it really doesn't bother me."

"I don't like men!"

"You just like masculine women who are dominant? Goddamn Chase, you even liked it when I used to fuck you. If not gay, then you're absolutely gay coded. It's okay, babe. You can't help it." She said softly, stroking his cheek. "But if you want, I'll still be the man." She continued. "If you want. I can fuck you."

Chase looked like a deer in the headlights. He was at a complete loss for words, and she could see his brain turning as he considered her offer, his eyes never left hers as he thought. She could almost see the gears turning in his head, his mind weighing the pros and cons of what she was offering him. He finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper as he said, "I... I don't know what to say."

She laughed and kissed his cheek. "I love you," she said again, her words soft and tender. "And I think I want to have sex with you like a woman."

His eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at her with a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. "Really?" He asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

She nodded and kissed him again, this time on the lips. Her hand moved from his cheek to his chest, her fingers tracing small circles on his skin as she did so. "Yes," she said in between kisses. "I want to try something new. I don't have anything to fuck you with but..." Unbidden, her mind flashed to Sarah, "I know what to do."

She felt his body relax under her touch, and she knew that he was starting to get into the idea. She could see the excitement in his eyes as she continued to kiss him, her hand still tracing circles on his chest.

"I... I've always wanted to do that," he admitted, his voice still hesitant. "I don't even care about intercourse. I think I'd rather..." He trailed off.

"I think you'd rather I finger you." She said, her voice low and seductive.

His eyes widened again, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, I would love that. Or rub my perineum." He purred.

She smiled and kissed him again, her lips more passionate this time. Her hand moved down to his waist, her fingers bringing his leakage to his lips for him to taste. "I think I'd like that too." She said in between kisses, her breath hot against his skin. "But first, I need to make sure you're ready."

She kissed her way down his neck, her lips soft and gentle as she made her way to his collarbone. Her hand moved to his thigh, her fingers rubbing him gently. She could feel his body tensing under her touch, and she loved the way he reacted to her. "You're so beautiful," she purred as she kissed his collarbone.

He let out a soft gasp as her hand moved to his crotch, her fingers rubbing the length of him again.

"I know you like that, don't you?"

He nodded, his eyes still wide with excitement and lust. "Yes, I love it when you touch me like that."

She smiled and continued to rub him, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure. She could feel him getting harder under her touch, and it made her smile even wider. "Good," she purred. "Because I love touching you like this." She kissed her way back up his neck, her lips lingering on his earlobe before she whispered, "And I'm going to make you feel even more beautiful." She climbed on top of him, kissing him deeply as he pushed her blazer from her shoulders, while a single lock of hair fell forward over an eye.

Her crotch ground against his cock, riding the length back and forward to stimulate her clit gently as she deepened the kiss. She could feel him shudder under her touch, his body responding to her every move. "You're so hard for me, baby," she whispered as she kissed her way back down his neck.

He let out a low moan, his hips bucking up to meet her hand. "I can't help it," he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "You make me so fucking hard."

She laughed softly and kissed his collarbone again, her hand still stroking him gently. "I love the way you respond to me," she said, her lips still pressed against his skin.

She felt his hand move to her waist, his fingers gripping her tightly as she continued to stroke him. His other hand moved to her hair, his fingers tangling in her short black locks as he pulled her face to his neck again. "Bite me," he whispered, his voice husky with lust. "Please, I want you to bite me."

She obliged, her teeth sinking into his neck as she continued to grind his cock. She could feel his body trembling under her, his thighs trembling as he gave a high moan. "Jesus on a stick, you're like a woman. I feel like I'm fucking a woman." She moaned into his flesh.

"I'm no-"

"Shut the fuck up, I think I prefer this." She bit down hard, pulling on the flesh in her mouth.

"Fuck!" He cried out, his body jerking under her. "Oh my God, that feels so good."

She bit down again, her teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck. She loved the way he responded to her, the way his body reacted to her every touch. "I know it does," she whispered against his skin, her tongue flicking out to lick the beads of blood welling up where she'd broken the skin. "I think," she began as she pulled back, "I should just start acting like your dick is a critical. Does that make you uncomfortable?" She didn't know why she was being so overt about it, or why she kept thinking of her best friend, but this was so much more goddamn erotic than being fucked. She could feel the power surge through her, making her feel like she could do anything. It was a rush unlike anything she'd experienced outside of witchcraft.