Chicken Lasagna Primavera (Patreon)

"Timer up, remove lasagna," Alexa proclaimed.

Merle Douglas put on her oven mitts and removed her specialty from the oven, chicken lasagna primavera.  It was packed with chicken mince, ricotta, spinach, tomatoes, and cheese.  Everyone who tasted it loved it.

She placed it on the kitchen table and then covered the serving dish with aluminum foil.  She left it there as she finished getting dressed.   She was already wearing her black A-line knee-length dress with a V-neck.  Now she had to accessorize with jewelry and a blazer.

Merle was a woman in her fifties who sported an angled bob haircut with a slight wave at the end.   She may have been in her fifties, but she also had a youthful exuberance that made her fun to be around.  In her room, she found a nice chain of pearls.  They were long enough to wrap around her neck twice.  a gold bracelet and pearl earrings to go with her necklace.  She put them all on and then covered her face with some foundation and a little lipstick.

She slipped feet into brown shoes with a one-and-a-half-inch heel and a decorative gold chain across it, a white blazer with black polka dots, and a brown purse to match her shoes.

Merle returned to the kitchen to get the lasagna that had cooled.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked.

Peter and Merle had been married for over thirty years.  They had raised 3 children together, all of which had started their own families.

"I told you.  I'm playing cards when the women."

"With a lasagna?"

"It's my turn to bring the main course."

"No one brings food you and the woman play here."

"Yes, they do.  You just haven't noticed."

"Whatever.  When will you be back home."

"Close to midnight, I suppose.  You don't have to wait up."

Merle carried the lasagna to the car, secured it in front of the passenger seat so nothing would happen to it.  She knew college boys could always use a good home-cooked meal.  She drove off.

Before leaving her car, she pulled down her vanity mirror and readjusted her makeup.  She left on the foundation, (maybe she touched it up a little) but she added rich colors to her lips and gave her eyes a more exotic look, and blush and other cosmetics made her face look hotter and younger.  Although no one would ever say that she looked like a co-ed.

Peter continued watching the game.  A while later, Peter turned off the game and left his house.  He didn't know why he was doing this.  He just felt he had to leave.  he wasn't sure where he was going when he got into his car and drove off.

Ten minutes later, he was entering the parking lot of the local college.  But he wasn't parking by the main campus, he was parking by the dorms.  He entered the dorms and went to the third floor.  There was a men's tie wrapped around the doorknob of one of the doors.

Peter tried the door and found it wasn't locked.  He entered the dorm.

"How many times do I have to tell you, when the tie is on the..." James from within the room said before seeing who was entering.

Peter saw Merle sitting on the couch in only her underwear.  She wore panties that Peter had never seen before.  They were lacier and skimpier than Merle had worn in many, many years.  She was wearing only her bra,  pantie, and pearl necklace.  (She was also wearing her bracelet and earrings but Peter hadn't noticed those.)  Peter turned on the overhead light so he could see them better.

"Who are you?" the man who was with Merle questioned.  He was much younger than Merle, he wasn't even twenty-years-old yet.  He was only wearing his boxers.  Lipstick was smeared over his face.  It was obvious that he and Merle had been pissing passionately moments before.

"I'm her husband, Peter who are you?"

James didn't want to answer for he said, "I'm James Anderson."

"So James Anderson what are you doing with my wife/."

"I didn't know she was married," James lied.

"Oh, no matter.  It seems I caught you before you were finished.  I have an idea, Merle take off the rest of your clothes...you too James Anderson."

They didn't want to. With Peter there, they didn't know what they wanted to do exactly, but getting naked, wasn't it.  Regardless they stripped off their clothes.  What was left of them.

"This is what a fifty-six-year woman looks like.  Is that really what you want?"

Merle and James were trying to cover up.  They didn't want to get naked in the first place.  Not now anyway.

"Oh, you're embarrassed.  Let's get you dressed.  James Anderson, do you mind if I call you James?"  James didn't answer.  "OK, anyway James put on those panties over there.  Merle, you can put on his boxers."

"Peter, what are you doing?" Marle yelled.  At least she wanted to yell, but she couldn't raise her voice.  She couldn't help but put on the boxers either.  When Merle was James' age,  he could never fit into her panties, but the spread that comes with age allowed James to fit into her apparel.  After some additional commands from Peter, soon James and Merle were wearing each other's clothing.

Merle help James fixes the makeup on his face.  It's all messed up.

Peter watched as Merle cleaned off the smeared transferred makeup from James and then applied a fresh coat of her own.  She didn't want to, but she took her time and painted his face into the same sensual style she had on a when she arrived here.

Soon, James was completely dressed as Merle had been, this included her earrings, (his ears had been pierced before) pearl necklace, bracelet, and rings.

"Merle let me see you one last time," Peter called out.

James came forward.

"I'm sorry," Peter said to James who knew he was Merle now.  "But you aren't the woman I married.  I think we should get a divorce."

Then speaking to the person who entered the dorm as Merle, "Mr. Anderson, if you want her you can have her."

Peter turned and exited the dorm.

As he left, Peter phoned campus security.  "I'm calling to let you know there is an unauthorized person in dorm room ...”

“Now what do we do?” James asked.

”Let’s get back to our own clothes.”

When the security guard arrived, Merle was down to wearing only boxers but James was still wearing his dress.  He was having trouble unfastening the catch in the back.  He had never had to before.

“Madam, I think you should keep your dress on and get out of here!” The security guard demanded.

”As soon as he gets out of it, I’ll put it on,” Merle replied.

”Are you trying to be funny, Son?”

It was all sorted out when James and Merle realized that as far as everyone was concerned they were each other.

James had to leave his own dorm dressed in Merle’s apparal. With no where else to go, he checked into a motel.   

They asked for a picture ID with the credit card. That is when James discovered that all the idea in Merle’s purse has her name but his photo.

End.

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