LOVE STORY BETWEEN TWO OLD MEN
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I became my best friend's woman helping overcome depression.
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We were two couples from Rio de Janeiro, good friends since college. We
all got married in 1980, in our mid-twenties already with good jobs and
planning to buy our own homes. Rose and Alberto were a beautiful couple.
She, 5.9, 171, dark skin, black hair and eyes. He was a little taller
than her, brown hair and fair complexion. Both working in the import and
export company they opened, which by the way has always been very
successful. My wife and I were in the healthcare field, we worked as
doctors and had little time to get together with our friends.

So we always planned our vacations together. Our preference has always
been the coast where Alberto and I spent a lot of time fishing and Rose
and my wife Veronica took the opportunity to catch up while strolling
and shopping around the city we were visiting. My wife was the petite
type, 5.1, proportionate weight, red hair and blue eyes. Me 5.10, white,
sunburned, 165 and silver hair because strands of gray hair started
appearing on me around 17 years old. Neither of us had children and we
lived primarily for each other and for work.

In general, we saw each other on vacation and always on one or the
other's birthday. And so it went for many years. Until the pandemic came
and took our wives, now that we were in our sixties. Deep sadness
overwhelmed us for a long time until I started to react and noticed that
Al, as I called him, was still wasting away and very sad. The times I
visited him, I cleaned his house, made him some real food and urged him
to react and get out of that lethargy. But nothing I said helped him
change his mood. One day I arrived at his house "bag and baggage" and
said that being his friend, I had the obligation to take care of him and
get him out of that mental state before something bad happened. I said
that we would take care of the house together, we would go for walks,
etc. He agreed and even seemed to like the idea, which made me excited
and hopeful. He said:

- Ok Rogério, I am very grateful for your concern about me and I will
really try to respond to change my mind. Al took my suitcase and took me
to the second floor of his large house and showed me the room I would
occupy.

- You will stay in the guest room which is spacious and very
comfortable. I hope you feel at home. You can use this closet to store
your things. In it are still Rose's clothes, which I haven't thought
about yet what to do with them. You can tidy it up so there will be room
for your belongings. While you settle in, I'll make us both a strong
coffee. I thanked him, dropped everything there and then went
downstairs. We had breakfast and went out to the supermarket to stock
the fridge and buy some cleaning supplies. When we arrived we put
everything away and Al told me he had a doctor's appointment that day in
the afternoon. I suggested that he take a shower and relax while I
prepared a quick lunch for the two of us. I made spaghetti with
sardines, which, by the way, was well praised by Al, who even told me
that it turned out exactly as his wife prepared it. After lunch, I
suggested that he leave the dishes to me and asked if he would like me
to accompany him to the doctor, to which he replied:

- No need for Roger. While I'm going to the doctor, take the opportunity
to pack your things in the closet and get some rest too. I want you to
feel at home. I have beer in the fridge and spirits in the bar. Take
what you want. By the way, I must take a while because after the
appointment I'm going to the mall to buy a new microwave because the one
in the kitchen broke. I agreed, he's gone. I cleared the table, washed
the dishes and went upstairs to unpack and arrange my things. As I
opened the closet, I saw dresses that I remembered Rose wearing, which
saddened me a little. I started passing her pants, coats, sets, dresses,
etc. to one side of the closet, thus making room for me. As I looked
through the drawers, I came across her panties, bodysuits, pantyhoses,
baby-dolls, etc. Being alone there, a desire to wear those clothes
overwhelmed me. I used to put on my mother's panties and banlon skirt
when I was young and loved the feel of that fabric on my body. So, I
took a pair of black cheeky panties and a pair of light natural color
pantyhose and slowly put them on, "savoring" the sensation of the
contact with my skin. This wonderful sensation immediately aroused my
erection. I picked up a little dress of very light fabric, which seemed
to me to be from everyday life at home, and which fit me like a glove.
My heart was pounding hard, making it seem as if even the neighbors
could hear. In the shoe department, I picked up a pair of heeled sandals
that matched the printed dress and put them on. In cylindrical boxes
were wigs of various styles. I chose a brown one and clumsily put it on
my head.

I looked in the mirror and thought what I saw was beautiful. Even the
face with some make-up would look good. The feel of the dress on my body
and the heels was sensational. I looked at myself in front of the huge
mirror in the room and thought I looked really "hot".

Since it was still early and Al had said he would be late, I decided to
go downstairs to prepare dinner and then change clothes. About forty
minutes had passed, I was listening to music on my cell phone and
humming when I felt a hand on my shoulder and Al babbling:

- What..who...are you......?

He couldn't finish his sentence and I got scared as hell. At that moment
I didn't know what to do, much less what to say. Stuttering, I said I
could explain everything. Al said in a deep voice:

- You were on your back just like Rose. Don't worry, I wasn't angry. It
may seem strange, but finish what you were doing dressed like that.

I could only mumble:

- But.... Ãh... I....

- Be cool.... finish....then we'll talk. He said.

Very embarrassed, I finished preparing the meal and had noticed that Al
was always passing by the kitchen and discreetly watching me, which
strangely gave me a hint of pleasure. Without saying anything, I went
upstairs to change.

A bit uncomfortable, I lingered longer than necessary in the bedroom
until I went down to dinner and Al was waiting for me with a glass of
red wine for each of us. He broke the ice by saying:

- All right! What's wrong? You see, your back is identical to Rose's, I
couldn't stop staring at you. In fact, I'd like to see you in her
clothes again, but this time let me choose.

I tried to say something that sounded reasonable:

- But.... my intention was not.... I didn't want to....

Al shhiiiied softly with his hand on my shoulder and said:

- Ro, you looked hot in those heeled sandals. I loved the image.

It was the first time anyone had ever addressed me in the feminine.

Receiving a compliment like that stirred me. Wow, myself, dressed as a
woman could arouse a man's interest. From then on I began to see him
with different eyes.

We had dinner and chatted when he told me:

- While you shower, I'll leave on the bed what I'd like you to wear, okay?

I said yes and went into the shower. Shaving, I decided to shave my legs
as well and soon I had removed the hair from my entire body, imagining
the sensation of the fabric on my smooth skin and also sure that it
would please Al. After drying myself off, the first thing I did was to
give my neck a subtle spray of one of the perfumes that were on the
sink. On the bed was a pair of transparent black panties that looked
perfect, a matching bra that was placed over a silicone bra that filled
it out, an equally black knee-length nightgown that gave me goose bumps
of pleasure when I put it on. For my feet, a square heeled sandal that,
in spite of this, was very comfortable. To complete the outfit, a blonde
wig down to my shoulders.

I went downstairs a bit shy for a chat and some TV until time to sleep.
At the bottom of the stairs Al appeared and offered me his hand to help
me and said:

- You look great. I've been looking forward to seeing you like this. Hmm
and what a nice perfume.

We sat down on the sofa, Al put on some soft music and we sipped wine
while we talked. We were very close to each other and Al put his hand on
my leg and that touch was electrifying. He felt a chill run down my
spine so taking courage he said:

- Rogéria, will you sleep with me tonight in my room? Your company does
me so much good. I don't know what's wrong with me but you dressed like
Rose and with her perfume makes me want you.

Wow, I thought I....desire myself? Me being desired by a man, in this
case my long time friend, excited me a lot and I was starting to get
into the "his wife" character. I could only reply softly: