By pure chance we learned about a club in a town nearby that aroused our interest, since it seemed quite different to others we know. The more information we gathered, the more our curiosity grew to have a look by ourselves and pay this club a visit. Not being familiar to live our fetishes out in the open, especially not our clothing fetish, it promised to become another first for us.

Admittedly, we hesitated for some weeks till we decided to prowl around to get a wind of the atmosphere and the people; we felt like two naughty school kids in front of an adult shop. All in all we got a quite positive impression and decided to take the next steps. Now you wonder what kind of specialties this club provided; wait and read further.

If you've read our blog entries you should be familiar with my lover's crossdressing fetish. Mostly we played our special 'lesbian' affairs in privacy, once in awhile however we went for a walk clothed as two girls, dressed with every item a girl's closets presents: lingerie, stockings, dresses or skirts and blouses, high heels or boots, and - although we preferred to take these walks after sunset - long coats or suchlikes. And of course the usual make up for the both of us and a wig for him. Maybe he was the prime mover at first, I learned to love our little naughtiness, even more since I became ambitious to make him my perfect girly roommate.

The knowledges we achieved to make my man look like a lady, payed well as we prepared our night out as girls. After some reflections we opted for a long waist corset for him which not only helped to reduce his waist dramatically (although it wouldn't modify my strong-built lover's waistline into a perfect hourglass), but it was tailored long enough to tug and hide his cock in case of an 'emergency' (we decided against panties). Since this waist corset didn't provide breast cups, we had to buy a shiny golden bra large enough to cover the breast forms (D-cups). Next came a shiny dress in gold with a decent top which ended mid thigh to show enough leg. Some strappy sandals, also in gold, black nylon stockings and a beautiful wig with shoulder-length maroon hair completed the picture of a CDILF. It took almost four hours to do the magic, starting with a complete shaving from eyebrows to toes, a nail job and the perfect make up.

Me, the MILF at 'her' side was dressed in a PVC corset and a long PVC dress, both in shiny red, black stockings and red patent high heels. To describe our mood as nervous and excited, sounds like an understatement. We had to had more than one glass of wine to control ourselves for what lay ahead of us: a girls night out which might end in a disaster just as well as in an experience of unknown pleasure. The one hour ride to the hotel we booked didn't help to diminish our nervousness, for half an hour we remained seated in the underground carpark before we made an effort to dive into unknown areas.

The long line in front of our club's entrance didn't help to be strong, until out of nowhere the bouncer beckoned for us to pass the line as if we were special guests. Before we were able to digest this unexpected gesture, we were greeted by a girl (was it a girl?!) with a glass of champagne while we registered as club members - we later learned that not every new membership was free of charge like ours. Like in a daze we entered the main area only to be welcomed with warm lights, lovely music which didn't make us become deaf within minutes like in other clubs and some beautiful people that seemed completely at ease without the usual arrogant behavioral pattern we had learned to hate at other places.

After a couple of dances we almost had forgotten that we might appear as a strange couple since the 'girl' at my side didn't look like a girl at second glance. The other guests were mixed, almost all of them clothed in some fetish wear, from nylon, lycra and PVC to leather and latex every kind of apparel was represented. Same with the genders: it looked like the paradise of pan-sexuality.

Suddenly we were approached by two lovely... hmm, they looked like girls but there was something that told us not to be too fast with our guess. One of them was dressed similar to myself, only her dress was black. The other girl wore a short skirt which came with a vest, both made of purple latex. Black thigh high boots completed their outfits. After some small talk we were asked for a dance and used the swaying movements to get to know our new companions a little better. What we discovered made our hearts beat faster and our crotches alert. There were no breast forms, their tits were natural, but both of us sensed a bulge between their thighs while we danced entangled during slower songs.

Back at our table we not only exchanged some pleasantries, but had a vibrant conversation which turned to sex quite easily. That's when we were confirmed that our new friends both were t-girls, she-males, lady-boys; whatever you call it, they preferred the term 'she-males'. They not only shared an appartment, but also supported each other with their decision to live as girls although they were born and raised as boys. Both had gone through some chemical treatment to help their bodies to become more feminine, but had decided against the last and irreversible step, because they liked their status between the genders - better yet: to contain the best of both worlds within themselves.

Excited like never before in public, we exchanged our story which made them melt in our arms. Or did we melt in their arms? Nobody cared that they got rid of their panties within seconds (we were bare anyway) to allow each other to fondle and rub not only breasts but also three rigid cocks and one wet cunt. While dancing we were grinding at each others bodies, till we thought we couldn't take it any longer. There was no hiding, three cocks hard like steel poking and my juices were running down my legs and moistening my feet.

When our lovely she-males wanted to excuse themselves for the ladies', we only had to exchange one glance to assure each other that we weren't willing to turn them loose. Like in a B-movie we made a beeline for the ladies', stopped in the lobby and hugged and kissed our new lovers for a long time. The moment of truth had arrived, me with 'man' other than my lover, and he - dressed like a girl - with a cock-owner.

As if prompted by an unwritten script, both of us crouched down in front of these lovely specimen simultaneously, took hold of their cocks and started the show. Never loosing eye contact, we let our tongues appear and skim over the objects we were longing for. Next came their balls which glistened with our saliva, before we caressed their cocks from roots to heads until our mouths felt dried-up. When I watched my lover next opening his mouth and engulfing a cock other than a rubber one, my cunt started to tense with a small climax. The only way to increase my current pleasure seemed natural, I copied him and took this lovely cock deep in my mouth.

For what seemed like an eternity, but only lasted maybe 10 or 15 minuted, the only sounds you would have heard was moaning and slobbering and whispering and groaning. We looked each other straight in the eyes and winked and smiled at each other while we enjoyed the results of our efforts. I had to admit my lover either was a natural cocksucker or he was a fast learner, the way he played with a cock, sucked and blew it, took it deep to the root and caressed it lovingly would have made most girls green with envy. Not to be outdone by him, I pressed every 'button' I know to let my playmate experience the best blowjob ever.

Someway it had to have an end, our victims couldn't take our treatment any longer, and within only seconds they let loose and filled our mouths with torrents of delicious man juice. Being a 'bigmouth' my lover was able to gather the whole load in his mouth, whereas I had to swallow once not to lose any precious drop. There we kneeled next to each other, our mouths filled to the brim with cock and cum, our eyes runny with happiness, our smiles showing the love for each other. After the objects of our joy had shrinked enough we kissed each other and made a cum-swapping every porn movie might have been proud of.

It definitely hasn't been the last time we visited this special club of easy going people of all genders imaginable, and it definitely was not the last we met with these two special girls and enjoyed each others' company. Only, it took almost two years to take the next step, I promise to tell about the first romp we had with them in one of our next blog entries.