Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 19:23:55 EDT
From: AndiSG@aol.com
Subject: Gifts Given, Gifts Receieved
Here is a bit of background information for those of us who like that sort of
thing. This story started out as a therapeutic and cathartic expression for
greater insight into my heart, thoughts and desires and on relationship
management. Along the way I was inspired by a friend to go with my appetite
to explore fantasy indulgence, creativity, fun, eroticism and humor. I hope
you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
This story does contain 'randy' material in some places. So, if you are
underage or highly sensitive to transgendered or erotic materials go rent a
Disney video. You'll be happy you did.
Gifts Given, Gifts Received by Andi SG Part 1 By Andi SG (1/5) copyright 1998
No part of this manuscript may be reproduced for profit without permission of
the Author
My wife Sandi and I have been married for 16 wonderful years. It is a good
marriage based on communication, loving openness, flexibility and choices.
She and I have always been open to and encouraged each other to be as
authentic as we can be. In the search for expressing our identities and
hidden desires we remain respectful and try not to feel defensive or threaten
by our partner's wants. This holds true, especially in the area of erotic
stimulation. We acknowledge that each other has a right to our own fantasies.
And we like to gift each other with juicy erotic scenarios. Sometimes this
takes the form of telling each other spectacularly hot stories in bed as we
playfully and teasingly stroke each other. On special occasions we take great
delight in making each other's fantasies come true.
Being happily married and committed to each other and our pleasures, I always
feel honored and excited to indulge my wife in one of her favorite fantasies.
For example, Sandi often shares during "true-confessions" moments that she'd
love the excitement of going to a high-class dance club, decked out in one of
her favorite and most seductive outfits, flirting and seducing a number of
anonymous men. This was part of her predatory dating pattern when she was in
college. At 39 she is a gorgeous woman and can easily leave men wanting her
with a smile or a well placed touch. Last Valentine's Day I arranged for an
afternoon at Tucson's classiest spa and had her pampered. Massage, facials,
manicure, pedicure, hair styling and a makeover were my initial gifts to her.
She was both appreciative and radiate at the restaurant later. My responsive
eyes expressed how much I loved and desired her. I also wanted them to convey
that I would do most anything to make her feel happy. After dinner I drove us
to the most up-scale dance club in town. Once inside I told her that it was
my desire that she have the freedom to feel as wanton as she'd like. I stated
that I wanted her to dance with as many men as she wanted while I watched.
Kissing them was quite okay. In fact, If she wanted to, I said that it would
be okay for her to go as far as she felt comfortable in making her fantasies
come true. My passions were enflamed as I watched her dance with many
handsome partners. I managed the fleeting issues of jealousy well as I
realized that this was my gift to her. I felt generosity and love towards my
wonderful partner. Her looks of being/feeling desired dancing in her eyes and
body gestures would bring rushes of pride to both my heart and crotch. I
found myself touching myself hotly when I observed her mouth go into that
joyous circular "ooh" as she pressed one of her more endowed dance partner's
obvious hard-on tightly against her crotch. I could see that they were
whispering to each other looking lustfully into each other's eyes. During a
slow dance with her head comfortable on his shoulder my wife gave me a most
"come-hither" crotch-stimulating wink. It was at this point that I cut in.
Dancing slowly, with her ample breasts crushed heavenly against my chest I
asked her if she was having as good a time as it appeared like she was having.
With that direct smoky look in her eyes, indicating that she was on fire, she
said, "Yes, darling I certainly am having a time of my life. I am so
fortunate to have a husband like you in my life. I love you."
I told her that I was going home and that she should continue to enjoy
herself. I requested that she come home by 3:00 am.
"I want you to wake me and tell me of your adventures."
My randy thoughts of the rest of her evening and what my wife was most likely
experiencing were validated when she came home. I was still awake when a man
in a silver Mercedes dropped her off. Watching from our bedroom window, I
could see that she looked so happy and satisfied as she got out of his car.
I had a clear view of her luscious ass in her tight and tasteful short black
skirt as she reached back in to give him a deep parting kiss. I jumped back
in bed as I heard her come up the stairs. Quietly I watched as she sat at her
vanity and brushed her silky hair before coming to our bed. As she pulled up
the covers I opened my eyes and she smiled warmly at me.
"Thank you for such a generous and thoughtful gift, my dear husband. Would
you like me to share my escapades with you that you so sweetly set up?"
"I wouldn't want it any other way. All night long I have been so hot, both at
the club watching and dancing with you. Since I've been home I could not stop
imagining the pleasures that you were having."
"Still having, my dearest," she said as she cuttled up to my chest playfully
pinching my nipples with one hand while gently caressing my hard and wanting
cock with her other. Without a break in delicious erotic touch she recounted
her evening. I learned of a whirlwind of sensations; of desires unleashed,
passionate kisses, tight slow dances, hands caressing her breasts and her
gorgeous ass, orgasms on the dance floor and her firm and thick juicy lips
tightly at home on a most meaty of cocks. Our heat was so enflamed that we
could not contain ourselves and quickly found ourselves fucking ever so slowly
yet with the passion of wild animals. I came so intensely that I could have
believed that my seed was deeper inside her than it had ever been. She was
"melting" in my arms as I watched her connect with me in a way that only
couples who are committed to knowing themselves and each other can.
"I love you so much, my dearest one," she said many times in our passion.
And, in our slow motion, forever lasting afterglow, we both quietly
acknowledged our great fortune of having each other in our lives. Before we
turned off the lights, she looked me lovingly and directly in my eyes.
"Thank you for your secure ability to accept my wants and desires and manage
the issues that it must bring up for you as you give me them."
"I know who you love, dear," I securely told her. "I know that it is me who
you ultimately desire and want to be with. We both gift each other."
It is one of her gifts to me that I now want to disclose to you gentle reader.
But first I need to be vulnerable enough and tell you a bit about me. I am
transgendered and at age 42 no longer feel much shame or guilt about this
aspect of my life that I once did in my younger years. My loving wife knows
of my strong female identified nature. Even early in our relationship, as I
do now, I would tell her of the things that girls and women did that I wished
I had the opportunity to experience first hand. Understanding my strong
identification of things feminine Sandi knew of my frequent wants to have been
"one of the girls." I confessed wanting to have been invited to and pampered
through slumber parties, giggling, bonding as we talked of boys and tried on
the most current makeup and hair styles. My fantasies of wanting to have been
a pretty girl at my prom and being married in a beautiful white gown identical
to hers, enacting a woman's role on our wedding day were also known to her.
Sometimes I wished I could live a week as just another woman and work a high
powered job at her firm downtown, her sexy coworker and confidant. In my
occasional and most submissive moments I must admit to wanting to be her
devoted personal maid waiting on her, providing for her pleasure being my
solitary role. I kept no secrets. Even when we were dating I told her of my
desires of going on a double date with her. She and I would be the most
delicious set of secret girlfriends teasing each other as we teased our dates.
She has almost always been accepting of this wonderful side of my personality.
She doesn't feel threatened that I would ever want to leave her or have my
penis removed (It is one of my favorite body parts and just may be the cutest
one on the planet). She feels that my being who and what I am enhances our
love and marriage. If my transgendered nature or fantasies occasionally
happen to get in our way we communicate honestly until we come to a place of
loving choices. We like to believe that we "do" our fantasies. Our fantasies
do not "do" us. We always come back to each other.
With this in mind, here is one of the many stories that I could tell.
In one of our resent loving moments we expressed our desires to recommit to
each other in a public wedding ceremony. Sixteen years ago and wanting our
wedding to be as free from stress on my lovely bride-to-be, I, and a personal
assistant I hired for her, arranged most of the details. This time she
requested that she return me that favor. Though it often gave me pleasure I
told her that I would be happy to be free from the particulars of setting up a
wedding. It was then that she gave that look that makes me melt. It's her
look that lets me know that she is up to something "wicked." Something
luscious was soon to come my way.
My imagination went wild. Would she appear at the altar dressed only in a
veil, bra, stockings and "fuck-me-now heels? Maybe we would both be brides
this time. This time, would I be the bride and she the groom? At times she
has willingly encouraged my crossdressing fantasies by taking on a masculine
role in both behavior and attire. All these fantasies fulfilled were possible
and I welcomed them all.
For weeks, all I was told was the date of the wedding and the short time that
would be taken off from work for a second honeymoon. She was bustling around
and I was grateful to our friend, Wendy. Wendy took it upon herself to make
this wedding special and I knew she would do all she could to meet my wife's
wishes. I imagined that Wendy would be the Maid of Honor.
...
The day of our recommitment ceremony had arrived. And, after making gentle
love on this beautiful autumn morning of our afternoon wedding, my wife
informed me that it was time to get fitted. Lying in her arms I felt so
fortunate that we had become dedicated to making our marriage a deeply
passionate and playful one. This woman, my soulmate, my heat and best friend
always demonstrated her compassion for every aspect of my being. She knew me
better than anyone and I her. This was to be a wedding as rich and as loving
as our first one.
We met Wendy at the salon where she worked part-time. Her other job was as a
makeup artist at a local television station. Sandi asked me to help her bring
many packages in from the trunk of our car. Once inside the salon she turned
to me.
"Sweetheart, I'm leaving you in the capable hands of our dearest friend Wendy
as I go in another room to get myself ready. Sixteen years ago when we got
married it was the happiest day of my life. It continues to be the most
wondrous of days for me. It was everything that I wanted it to be. I felt
enchanted. As my groom you were most gracious and desirable. You
complimented my every want. I felt like a princess, which is such a deserving
and entitled feeling. You'd like it. This time, my dear husband, I want to
gift you with being the bride. As the bride, I would like you to experience
just how touching and pleasurable it is to be the focus of this most feminine
acknowledging ceremonies. I know that you'll enjoy the sensations of being
sensually transformed into becoming the most contented and beautiful woman at
the wedding. I want you to feel yourself lusciously preparing yourself for
commitment, love and lust to your mate. I want you to be the center of
attention and adoring eyes. I want you to feel what it is like to be the only
focus of desire and want from your wanting partner. Let me gift you this
darling."
My eyes sparkled and my heart skipped a beat. I was taken by her love for me
and kissed her deeply.
"Thank you for making a dream come true."
"Wendy dear, work your magic. I want this bride to be ravishing. Turning
back to me she said, "See you at the ceremony dear heart."
As she was leaving the room I imagined that we were both going to be brides
this time round and looked forward to sharing this with my loving wife. But
now I looked forward to being transformed by Wendy's talents into a sweet and
attractive bride. If anyone could do it, it was Wendy. My wife and I were
always taken by her smart and provocative style. Her clothing and makeup were
always tasteful and elegant. Never overdone. Always perfect.
I was shown to the back bathroom to shower my hair and remove the "Magic
Shave" hair remover lotion that Wendy placed on my face and body. Without the
hair on my body my transformation had begun. And once out of the shower, I
found that I could not stop myself from caressing my silky legs and torso. My
whole body trembled as my fingers purposefully grazed across my right nipple
now surrounded by a hairless, very small but fleshy breast.
"Enjoying the change already, girl?" Wendy said, smiling widely. "Here, put
these on. I'll then place a smock over your clothes and have you step into my
parlor, Andrea." It was then that I knew Wendy been told my "femme" name by
my wife. As I stepped into the most beautiful lacey panties my penis revealed
my excitement.
Smiling wickedly, Wendy stated, " I had a suspicion that this would happen.
Can't have your naughty hard-on ruining the lines of your wedding dress, at
least not just yet. I have just the thing. I've dressed a few cross-dressers
and drag queens in my line of work and have learned a thing or two. Grabbing
my semi-erect member from behind she pulled it between my legs and used
sports-tape to hold it snuggly in place. Thank the Goddess that this was not
too uncomfortable. In fact, I enjoyed feeling bound into place. I quickly
put on the coordinated panty and bra set after Wendy had used adhesive to
secure the most natural looking set of artificial breasts to my chest. I
could not help but enjoy this pleasant weight and tug on my chest and was just
thrilled that they jiggled naturally as I settled into her makeup and styling
chair. Once in her chair she placed a smock over me. As I breathed I became
thrilled to watch my breasts rise and fall with each inhale and exhale.
Gifts Given, Gifts Received Part 2 By Andi SG (2/5) copyright 1998 No part of
this manuscript may be reproduced for profit without permission of the Author
While Wendy was working her magic we enjoyed the most pleasant conversations
about how wonderful it was to have such loving friendships in our lives. She
hoped that when she eventually got married she might find a partner as
adventurous and as loving as Sandi and I were to each other.
What my dear friend Wendy did was nothing short of amazing. I am 42 years old
and have lost some of the androgynous look that I relished when I was younger
making it easier for me to pass well. But looking in the mirror now that she
had completed her skills made me so happy. I was pretty. My hair was
colored, cut and styled into a soft set of ringlets, which framed and cascaded
around my face. My finger and toenails were painted a stunning shade of
translucent pink drawing in attention with each delicate gesture. And, where
did the years go from my face? With confidence and pleasure, my reflection
was that of a younger woman in her mid-thirties. It would take the closest
scrutiny to look at me now and believe that I was ever male. My eyes were
doe-like and seductive. My blush reflected my contentment. But it was my
lips that I was taken aback by. They were as kissable as any lips that I had
seen gracing the faces of many a fashion model. Wet, pouty and impossible to
ignore. Who could resist?
I imagined Sandi in a nearby room undergoing a similar transformation. We
would make the most beautiful brides.
"Let's finish dressing you, Andrea."
I was corseted and petty-coated. My dress was elegant. Graceful and bowled
along my bare shoulders it was a treasure of lace and small pearl settings.
My sleeves covered mid way down my feminine hands and my dress flowed willowy
to the floor. Wendy placed one pearl-drop earring and one small golden hoop
in each lobe. Then she sprayed my neck with just a hint of Taboo perfume
before crowning me with my veil.
"Andrea, I am taken by the ease at which you have moved into such a natural
feminine stance. If I have not known you for years as male I would have a
hard time believing that you are anything but female. It is as if you are
just another of my wonderful girlfriends that I have prepared for her wedding
day. Let's play like this again sometime in the future, okay?"
"What sweet things you say, Wendy. I'd like to take you up on your offer
sometime. Right now I am a bit overwhelmed. I feel so feminine and graceful.
I know that I am male but feel so female and ladylike as I ever imagined I
could. I am so grateful that this is happening to me. Thank you."
Wendy looked at her watch. "Oh my God, where did the time go. I've got to
get dressed myself. I also have to check in on Sandi to see how her
transformation is going. I'll be back in a few moments, Andrea. Take some
time to enjoy how pretty you look and feel. Think about your wedding. And of
course, she said with a mischievous glint to her eyes, "Take even more time to
think about the lustful fun you'll have on your honeymoon."
I sat in a nearby chair reflecting on my good fortune. I was in love with
such a giving partner who was now gifting me with one of my most cherished
fantasies. The time and effort that she must have put into this gift must
have been incredible. As moments passed, my thoughts softened further and I
found myself reflecting at what a lucky girl I was. Surrounded by such love
and friends. I was about to be wed. I felt like a princess. And, I couldn't
wait to show my gratitude in our hotel suite tonight. I would use all of my
feminine charms to seduce and satisfy.
Wendy broke through my thoughts as she rushed into the room looking beautiful
in her bridesmaid gown.
"It's time, Andrea."
She took my arm and at the back of the synagogue she did some final primping
and then handed me my bouquet.
"You look radiant, Andrea. I am so happy for you she squeaked as she gave me
a soft kiss on my cheek.
She walked me over to Ken Browning, an older friend of Sandi's and mine.
"I'm going to take my place at the altar now. Ken has agreed to stand in for
you as your father."
Ken turned to me and placed both of my hands in his.
"I am honored to 'give you away' Andrea. This is such a happy occasion.
Please take my arm and I'll walk you down the isle."
It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. I had fallen so easily
into this role that I truly felt as if I was a daughter being walked down the
isle by my father. The music was playing and I was just so happy. Everyone
on each side of the isle oo'ed and aww'ed. The women said that I was
beautiful. And, I could clearly tell that many of my male friends present
were impressed by my transformation.
Halfway down the isle I became aware of something that I was not expecting. I
suddenly noticed my wife, Sandi standing next to Wendy in a matching
bridesmaid dress. I found myself looking at her curiously. She blew me a
kiss and then shot me one of her famous all too revealing winks as she nudged
her head knowingly to the right. Still in a bit of a slow-motion daze I shyly
glanced to her right. On the other side of the Rabbi stood this very handsome
dark haired man.
Yikes!
Sandi hadn't intended to be a bride at all today. She wasn't even going to be
my groom. She was my maid of honor. She had somehow arranged this unknown
yet familiar looking man for me to wed. My heart began to quicken as I took
my place near the podium. As I handed Sandi my flowers she placed her arm on
mine and whispered, "Don't be nervous, darling. Most girls get a case of the
'butterflies' on their wedding day. You however, need nothing to fear. You
look beautiful and I love you. Remember I would do nothing to harm you my
dearest one. This is just my gift to you sweet Andrea. You are free to take
this journey as far as you feel comfortable."
I turned and faced my soon-to-be husband. I'm 5'10'' inches and of medium
build. And, in my three-inch heels I made a towering woman. I was so very
glad that he was at least 6'3''. He had thick jet-black hair and deep green
eyes with a mischievous twinkle. He looked to be about my age and he
obviously worked out.
Now, in my male persona I wouldn't have given this man before me much thought.
However, as a woman I was having different feelings all together. I found
thoughts forming in my mind like, "he is rather charming looking. Boyish when
he smiles." Actually, I was quickly finding him both adorable and handsome.
I wondered how he would hold me. Did he find me desirable? It was clear that
I found him desirable. I wanted to know what he smelled like. Was his chest
hairy? I wanted to taste him. Now! I blossomed from my dreamy bubble and I
discovered myself actually licking my lips with desire for him. And, as I
became aware of my thoughts and actions I suddenly looked directly at my
husband-to-be becoming acutely aware that he was enjoying having this lustful
effect on me. I liked that, too.
There would be no turning back now. I would see this through. I had checked
my male persona at the door. I was now a woman standing before her friends,
relatives and other loved ones ready to pledge my commitment to my man. So
this is what it felt like. Mmm.
He took both my hands in his. The rabbi started our vows. It was here that I
learned that his name was Benjamin Allen Grant. I felt delightfully outside
myself when Benjamin caressed my hand as he slipped on a most beautiful
wedding band. My hand never looked so elegant and graceful. Looking intently
in my groom's eyes I felt my heart skip a beat when he said, "I do." And when
it was my turn to say my vows I could feel Sandi's eyes lovingly focused on me
as I said in a soft but sure feminine tone, "I do."
As of this moment people were cheering wildly. And then Benjamin began what I
will remember as one of the most feminine experiences I ever would have. He
tenderly lifted my veil and tilted my head back by gently placing one hand at
my chin. I closed my eyes and felt his lips firmly on mine embraced in a
passionate hold. I floated my arms through his and placed them tenderly on
his back as I pulled him closer towards me. I felt myself surrendering to
this man. I was convinced that I had truly become a fulfilled woman at this
very moment. I was content. I was confident. And, I was ready for my
honeymoon.
...
However, the honeymoon would have to wait just a little while longer. There
were people to greet, toasts to be made, pictures to be taken, cake to be
eaten, dances to be danced and after meeting a few of Benjamin's relatives,
drunks to be warded off.
As we walked down the isle I turned to my groom, looked him squarely but ever
so sweetly in his eyes.
"You do know who and what I really am?"
" Yes of course I do, Andrea. For weeks Sandi has been setting us up for this
very moment."
My love for my wife grew exponentially when I heard this. How blessed I was
to have her arrange all this for me.
"It is my pleasure to be such an intrical part of all this. You make a very
fetching and appealing woman. I have never been with someone like you before.
I am taken by the idea of being with a woman with a little something extra. I
blushed. Additionally, it will be a relief to finally stop hearing my parents
constantly ask me when I plan to get married. That's them in the front row.
They've come all the way from New York to be here. Come, sweetheart," he said
firmly grabbing my hand. "Let me introduce you to them."
"Double Yikes!"
Things were beginning to feel a bit like a predictable sitcom. Both Sandi and
Wendy were clearly enjoying my dilemma. Their shrieks of laughter would have
been infectious if it were not me that was decked out in such feminine
splendor meeting my new in-laws for the first time. However, after a few
moments I was getting back into my role. I pleasantly found myself enjoying
Benjamin as he held me firmly in his arm proudly presenting me to his parents.
I was royally fussed over and told by his mother that, "I made such a
beautiful bride. The prettiest girl that he'd ever dated." (I doubted that
this was true, but it was sweet of her to say it). Nonetheless, things were
going so well that when my new "parents" weren't looking I stuck out my tongue
childishly at my mocking girlfriends. They giggled and blew me kisses.
I not only survived but also thoroughly enjoyed all the traditional wedding
rituals. I was hugged and kissed by practically everybody at the wedding.
Wendy showered me with compliments on pulling off such a feminine performance.
Sandi however knew that it was not a performance but a dream come true for me.
Over and over she said how good it felt to see me so happy.
We were showered with rice as we ran down the steps to Benjamin's car, a
silver Mercedes. Wouldn't you know it? It was the silver Mercedes that was
briefly parked outside our house this past Valentine's Day when I gifted Sandi
with one of her fantasies come true. So Benjamin was another cherished hot
and juicy adventure that we would share. Once again I recalled them dancing
at the club. Their bodies pressed ever so tightly together. The look in her
eyes and on her mouth when she felt his penis pressed urgently against her.
When did she take him in her mouth? These thoughts of them did not make me
jealous. They only made me hotter for him. I wanted him to ravish me and I
wanted to taste every single inch of his body. Once seated in his car I
cupped his right cheek with my hand and kissed him wantonly and dare I say it,
wifely. I could barely wait till we'd arrive at our hotel suite.
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this manuscript may be reproduced for profit without permission of the Author
Outside the hotel lobby, the valet opened my door and put out his hand for me
to take. I smiled pleasantly as I graciously accepted his gesture. Once
inside, I enjoyed having Benjamin and the bellhop handle the reservations and
luggage. It felt an equitable turnabout for all the years when I assumed
similar masculine responsibility for Sandi. It was my turn now to feel like
the princess and I loved it. Snuggling up to Benjamin's arm we walked as
newlyweds would as we made our way to our hotel suite. When we reached our
door Benjamin scooped me off my feet and held me in his arms. I squealed like
a schoolgirl and folded my arms around his muscular shoulders.
"Shall I take you into our chamber of love, Mrs. Benjamin Allen Grant?"
"I can hardly wait, Mr. Benjamin Allen Grant." Man-oh-man, was I ever having
fun.
"You know once inside I'm expecting you to perform your wifely duties," he
said with the cutest wink. "You haven't yet given me the satisfaction of
going all the way with you."
"I guess that I'm just the kind of girl who has been saving myself until we
got married," I teased back.
"Well momma, we're married now."
Holding me in his arms he opened the door and carried me to our suite. On the
table was the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.
"I'm sure they are for you, darling," he said as he gently put me down. "I
will be waiting for you in our bedroom."
The bouquet was full of exotic and beautiful Hawaiian flowers and orchids.
Only one person would know exactly what flowers to send me. Of course they
would have to be from Sandi. I began to cry joyously as I read her note
accompanying this gift.
Dear Andrea,
All women want their wedding day and honeymoon to be the most memorable days
of their lives. Mine were and I have only you to thank for that. This time I
want you to experience this loveliness from your most feminine position. A
position once denied because of your biological sex. For this weekend, deny
yourself these pleasures no longer. Andrea, I know you and what you want.
And, because I love you I want you to accept all my gifts. I've arranged to
have all your jewelry, makeup and the most sensuous of outfits that you will
need already here in your bridal suite. I'm especially pleased with the
nightie that I want you to wear as you consummate your marriage. Give in to
all the wants that you have denied and enjoy being the most beautiful bride
that I got so off on today at your wedding. Do everything that I would do
(wink, wink).
With a love as bottomless as the deepest canyons,
Sandi
Hearing my tears Benjamin called out from the bedroom.
"A touching letter?"
"The best."
I was the luckiest and most fortunate person in the whole world. I believed
that no one could have ever been as loved as I was. I could have died right
then and still have been so very happy. But now was certainly not the time to
die. No sir, I was given and felt the permission to live life to the fullest
and I intended to start right now.
I walked confidently into the bedroom and found Benjamin undressed and waiting
for me in our bed. He does work out I thought lustfully to myself. Sitting
down next to him I planted a deeply connecting kiss on his full and inviting
lips.
"Wait just awhile longer, darling. It will be worth it. I want to freshen up
and make myself more presentable to you."
"You look just fine but go ahead and have your fun. I know how girls like to
make themselves ready for their men."
"Well this one certainly does."
Once in the bathroom, hanging on the door, I saw the nightie that Sandi wanted
me to wear. It was identical to the one I purchased her for our honeymoon.
Low cut and sexy. (Thank the goddess, for my realistic looking and feeling
breast forms). The lace trim conveyed innocence wanting to be taken. I put
it on feeling my sexual tension becoming increasingly charged. I pulled up
the white stockings along my silky legs and attached them to my garters. My
panties were next. And, of course, all that was left now for me to put on
were a pair of four inch white pumps. I was now dressed identical to how
Sandi was for me on our honeymoon night. She would be here with me.
I changed my makeup to more dark and sultry shades for better bedroom
celebrations. I loved tracing my lips with lipstick. Somehow this act felt
most feminizing. Even being acutely aware of the stirrings in my weenie, I
still felt all woman. I primped my hair. Looking in the mirror I was turned
on by my own reflection. I felt a little scared but oh so lustful. Smacking
my lips I was ready.
Standing demurely in the frame of the bathroom door with the lights soft and
low I wanted Benjamin to visually take all of me in.
"You look wonderful, Andrea. Come here. I do believe that I must have you
now."
I took my time walking over to the bed.
Benjamin pulled back the covers invitingly. I placed my body directly on top
of his. My breasts pressed into his chest. He shuttered. My, he does want
me I celebrated in my lusty mind. With his face cradled in my long fingers I
began. He began.
"Let me fulfill you, dear husband, like you have never been before. And, give
me all your passion without holding back."
Our lips locked. He tightened his arms around me. I could smell his musty
scent and it fueled my excitement. His tongue invaded my mouth. I moaned. I
purred. I raised my passion to meet his. I could sense my body reacting in
rushes as I felt his manhood growing larger and firmer with each passionate
touch or mouthful of heat.
Harder and harder he became as I pushed my pelvis back into his. His want for
me and for satisfaction was so urgently apparent.
His cock was begging for my attention. I, in return, now had only one focus
in my life.
I had to have him.
I had to have his cock in my mouth.
I had to see it, feel it and taste it.
Like a cat I pounced upon the object of my desire.
God, what a cock he had. I may have had the cutest one but Benjamin processed
certainly a most succulent one. Eight inches long of thick manhood cropping
impressively out of a nest of jet black hair. And, the head of his penis was
beautiful. That was the only way it could be described. Perfectly
proportioned and bulbous. Even the veins on his shaft were gorgeous. I
hungered for it. I just had to have him in my mouth. And, I wanted so hard
to please.
I kneeled in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed his thick hairy
legs set wide apart. Without taking my eyes off of his I wrapped both of my
soft hands around his shaft and pumped him deliberately and slowly.
"God, Andrea that feels so good."
I continued this way for many lusty minutes feeling my heat rising and taking
in all the pleasure that was expressed in his face.
"Please don't come yet, my husband. There is so much more that I want to do
to you."
I pulled back my hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear in a gesture
that I have seen women do as a prelude to a most intimate of acts. Only this
time I was the woman doing it.
I bent forward and placed my ruby stained lips tightly around the crown of
Benjamin's beautiful cock. Licking it and licking it, firmly as if it were
the last ice cream cone on this earth. I was doing it. I was doing him. I
was a cocksucker. And, I loved having him in my mouth. And I pumped and I
licked and I stroked and I pumped and I desired. Benjamin's moans of pleasure
grew louder and louder as he held my head in place with his forceful hands.
And I moaned as I sucked as I pumped. And as I took him in deeper and deeper
I could feel that he was closer and nearer to cuming. I wanted to taste him,
to swallow, to relish every last thick drop of his sperm. And my passion was
growing and growing. Ben was moaning and squirming and I sucked harder and
harder. Now! Now! Now!
"Oh, my God..."
He jolted backwards in helpless release and his cocked pumped his seed deep
into my throat again and again and again. More, I wanted more. More!
Cum poured generously out of my mouth, as I could not contain it all. I loved
the taste of his cum and the smell of his manhood and I could no longer
contain myself, rubbed myself firmly and came like a rocket blasting, hurtling
into space. Still holding his cock firmly I lifted my head and I screamed and
I screamed and I screamed out in pleasure...
And at last I collapsed in his lap.
He pulled me up and gave me the most thankful of kisses. "God you were great,
Andrea. Here, let me hold you for awhile."
I liked feeling both spent and protected in his arms. I'm sure that I drifted
off to sleep with a smile on my face.
I awoke gently from a sweet dream a few hours later. The smell of sex still
hung in the air. I could hear Ben snoring softly as I sleepily became aware
of a stirring around my ass. We were lying side by side with me spooned on
the inside. Between the cheeks of my butt I could feel Benjamin's penis
gently twitching and probing. I liked cradling his rod between my cheeks and
soon found myself rocking my pelvis back and forth to excite my plaything
further. I was used to being on the other side of this most enjoyable of
caresses with Sandi. She'd love the feeling of my cock growing in response to
the gyrations of her womanly ass. I could almost hear her saying one of my
favorite of her come-hither expressions, "Park it here, mister."
Back and forth I rocked and with each gyration Benjamin's cock sprang more to
life. I couldn't get my ass deep enough into his crotch. I closed my eyes and
lusted against his now rock hard pole, my breath shortening.
He woke up and quickly turned me on my knees. Getting behind me and pulling
on my hips he encouraged me to tightly entice his cock further with the cheeks
of my ass. I felt his cock growing as he slowly massaged my cheeks. Our
sweat mingling as our passion intensified. Opening the nightstand drawer he
pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly and started to grease his manhood. He then
stuck a finger in and started to rim my anus. Ohh. I knew what was coming
soon and felt myself melting and wanting. I cradled my head into my arms as I
raised my ass to meet the head of his cock.
"Do me, Darling. Do me now," I begged.
And, do me he did. With tenderness and caring he slowly spread me apart with
the head of his cock teasing me until I firmly gripped my sphincter selfishly
around it.
"I got you now, Benjamin and I'm not going to let you go until you finish
consummating our marriage."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, my sweet lustful bride. Come to Daddy."
Time lost all meaning and all I was aware of were heavenly sensations. The
heavy breathing. The scent of our musk in the air. His strong hands gripped
tightly around my hips. And, his cock snug in my ass. Thrusting and
thrusting, deeper and deeper into me he went. There was no pain, only the
most intimate of pleasures. Deeper and deeper I pushed my ass down around his
cock, cooing and moaning.
"Oh, my darling husband, make me yours."
Benjamin's moaning got louder. I knew I was making him wild with lust and
soon he would no longer be able to contain himself. I felt triumphant in my
power to turn him on so. And, I was losing control as well.
"Go deeper, honey. Deeper. Tear me in two."
I could feel him nearer and nearer to cuming. It wouldn't be long now and this
thought only heightened my own excitement.
"Oh, Andrea," he pleaded. "I'm cuming. I'm going to...
cum."
He pulled me tighter to him than I thought possible as he roared out in
pleasure.
I could feel his warm seed pumping deep into me over and over and many times
over again.
"Oh my darling," I screamed from the nastiest part of my throat as I felt
myself go into heavenly spasm. "Fill me."
And, fill me he did. His thick sperm, warming my belly, my heart and my soul.
We breathed like animals until we collapsed. His heavy body pressing on my
own. And, in this position we stayed until he softened and slipped out of me.
We turned over on our backs, faces turned and smiled sweetly at each other.
"Whew," we said in harmony.
My eyelids fluttered closed as I savored each drop of his cum dripping out of
my hole as I lay in the wettest of wet spots. I felt like I could sleep for
weeks.
The rest of the weekend continued with such carnal delights, dear reader.
However, I'd like to keep some details to myself. A girl likes to have some
secret for her own.
On Monday morning we checked out of the hotel. Benjamin wanted to take me to
his house. I spent extra time making myself into his most adorable bride. I
made myself up for day- light using subtler colors. My lip-gloss glistened
innocently across my mouth. Sandi left me a pink cashmere blouse to wear
accompanied by a skirt so tight that I was somewhat forced to walk in small
restrictive steps, my thighs rubbing obscenely together. I was still amazed
that the adhesive for my breast forms held tight. I must admit that I was
beginning to wish that my highly sensitive nipples could get some needed
attention.
"Quite a lovely house you have, Benjamin."
"Our house, you mean. Remember we're married now."
Hmm, this was an unforeseen turn of events. I let myself settle into this
space and began to imagine the changes I might create to make myself feel more
at home here. I mean it was such a lovely and spacious house but could use my
woman's touch. Boy, was I getting into my role. I allowed this kind of
thinking to continue, especially when Benjamin walked me into our bedroom. A
more-than-comfortable room surrounded by large windows overlooking beautiful
desert landscapes, which surrounded his, I mean mine, I mean, our house. This
was getting confusing.
I stared at our bed lasciviously. With a twinkle in his eyes he turned to me
and then held me in his strong arms. Without wearing my heels I felt
wondrously delicate and small.
"You know, my parents are expecting grandchildren soon," he kidded.
My descent into womanhood felt so complete that I truly began to imagine what
our children would look like. I combined our features. I thought of myself
giving birth to two children. A girl and a boy. Feeding them from my breast
and softening into the joys of motherhood. However, this fantasy shortened
quickly as I turned my thoughts to just how much I would enjoy conceiving our
children.
Smiling widely as I nodded towards our bed, "Lets go make some babies."
Benjamin was to drop me off for brunch with Sandi and Wendy on his way to
work. This morning had been as lustful as all the others and I could feel his
cum still oozing out of my hole even after my shower. I decided that I wanted
to savoir it. So I put a maxi pad in my panties. This way I could be
reminded of my hubby all day long as his juices ran out from inside me without
staining my clothes. I felt pretty in a dress of three floaty and rose
patterned tiers of sensuous fabric and sleeveless tank straps. This was
another outfit that Sandi bought me to wear. I put three rings on each hand
and multiple bracelets. Looking in the mirror I was excited by my reflection.
I still had the look of a sunning woman in her mid thirties. I was really
getting better at doing my makeup. My painted toenails peeking out from my
sandals made me smile and my beaded earring jingled sweet musical tones with
each delicate turn of my head. I finished the last luscious swipe of my
lipstick as I heard Benjamin call out.
"Honey, I'm ready. Your carriage awaits."
I looked forward to being with my girlfriends again. I had much to share
about my honeymoon and was interested in what had been going on in their
lives, especially Sandi's. I knew she would not be just sitting idly by
waiting for my return. I placed my lipstick in and closed my purse.
"Coming, Sweetheart."
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Benjamin and I walked up to their table hand and hand.
"Sandi, I really must thank you for introducing me to Andrea," said my hubby.
"She has been everything that you described and then some. I owe you big
time. Have a great lunch girls. And Andrea," he said with that boyish gleam
in his eyes that I found so appealing, "be kind about what you say about me."
Then suddenly before he turned to leave he literally lifted me off my feet and
gave me a most heart stopping-I want you to carry my babies kind of a kiss.
For a while I was swept away speechless.
"Oh baby, oh Baby," sighed Wendy. "I wish I could share some of that
sometime."
"Pay her very little attention, Mrs. Benjamin Allen Grant. She's just jealous
and horny because her Friday night date soured so quickly."
With a wide grin, I said, "Why don't you set Wendy up with one of your beefy
friends, Sandi? You seem to be a good match maker."
"You know, I think that I really am very good at it," she boasted.
"Especially, if we are judging my efforts by that healthy rosy glow on your
cheeks, Andrea. You and Benjamin seem to be quite the dreamy match."
"This rosy glow might just be a bit of Max Factor you know."
"Really?"
Biting my lower lip, I sat down. Slowly I slumped in my chair, blissfully
exhausted still relishing his cum oozing out of me.
"I thought so," shrieked Sandi hardly containing her excitement. "You are
positively blissed out girl, aren't you?"
"This is just so marvy," cheered Wendy. "Well girl, spill it. Inquiring
minds, and the orgasmicly deprived, want to know."
Using one of our favorite inside expressions I looked at Sandi, and smiled
contently. "I certainly am having a time of my life."
Wendy's cellular phone rings.
She answers it as I shift my chair closer to Sandi.
"Oh, pooh. Just when it was getting juicy, duty calls. The local weatherman
can't find that ratty wig of his blown off by those nasty winds which he
didn't predict. Later girls."
We waved goodbye to Wendy. Turning to me inquisitively Sandi searched deeply
into my eyes.
"So, Andrea," Sandi slyly smiled, "did you snag a good one? How is your dear
husband? Is he attentive to your needs?"
"I have been pampered and pleased, courted and worshipped. He is everything a
girl like me," I winked, "could want."
"I know in time I will insist on hearing about all your adventures with
Benjamin, but tell me now the most dangerous thing that you did. I know of
your penchant for sex in public places.
"You'll like this story. Benjamin took me out for dinner and dancing Saturday
evening. I wore the dress with the tiger lily prints that you gave me. You
know, the one that barely covers my hips. Quite a hot number but does little
for protecting modesty. Well anyway, Benjamin constantly kissed, touched,
flirted and teased me in front of everyone, waiters, cabbies, and other
patrons of the restaurant and hotel. I loved it. At the restaurant while I
was trying to order he stroked my upper thigh erotically. I could barely
speak. He kept me at the height of sexual arousal without providing release.
However, upon return to our room we went out to our balcony where he took me
from behind. I held on to the railing to keep myself from falling over as he
pumped and pumped into my lusty hole. I could not contain myself or be quiet
with my passion. I was screaming with lust. I could see people in the
opposite building turning on their lights. I knew they were watching but I
didn't care. When I couldn't take it any longer I begged Benjamin to release
my fire. I thought that he'd take me back inside. Instead, he lifts up the
front of my dress and pulls down my panties. With two hands on my cock he
begins to pump me. My exposure to the world flames me even more. And as he
ejaculates inside of me I explode myself sending multiple arcs of sperm diving
into the courtyard below. When our excitement cooled down we became aware of
the voices of others that were watching us. We thought it best to retreat
back into our room."
"Wow, Andrea. You are lucky you weren't arrested, girl. I could imagine that
if you were arrested that you'd be the girlfriend of everyone in cellblock C."
"Eww. I don't even want to think about that. Anyhow, possible consequences
aside, the experience was dangerously hot."
Becoming serious, Sandi turned to me resting her hands on top of mine.
Darling, giving you the opportunity to live out many of your fantasies has
been a most heartfelt and generous gesture that I truly wanted to gift you
with. I've known that you are different than most other men, with desires
that are less familiar to those who share you biological sex. Tell me of how
these past few days have been for you. What has entered that pretty little
head of yours now that Andrea has been unleashed unconditionally? I truly
want to know. It is my desire to always see you for who you are."
"Thank you, sweetie. Though I've given myself permission to follow many
carnal desires and fantasies fulfilled I have also been thinking about me, my
core self and us a lot. The past few days have validated what I know about me
to be true. Though happy to be male-identified, I am additionally and
intrinsically female-identified as well in my thoughts, image, identity and
desires. Most of the time I am quite content doing my male role thing. I
have a lot, which compliments the male side of my personality. It has gifted
me well. I have you, my male/masculine history, experience, and privilege.
But my heart and thoughts seem just as much female as male. If I reflect back
on my life and conditioning I probably could site the many wonderful reasons
why I am like this, but ultimately the whys are not important. What is
important is to acknowledge that this side of my personality is central to my
being, as is the side of me that is masculine. My identity as a woman is as
real and as important to me as my ability to breathe. It is not a part of me
that I am willing to give up nor will it go away. So as for why I'm so female
identified, I guess I could simply say that it's just the way I'm hard-wired."
"You mean cross-wired don't you?" Sandi countered, chuckling.
"Very funny. But you are probably right. Being able to experience myself
from both sides of the looking glass makes me feel whole. Both maleness and
femaleness though not as dissimilar as many may want to believe each role in
gender offers their own individual treasures. This whole weekend has been
most liberating. You have given me the gift of myself. And during this time,
I have experienced finally letting go of this sad sense of always missing out
on experiences that I believe were meant and destined to be for me, regardless
of my birth sex. I clearly know that without acknowledgement or expression of
my feminine aspects I feel I deny myself who and what I am as a total being.
Denial of myself of my essence never feels healthy. This generous gift of
yours has been I blessing. It has been so liberating being Andrea. I feel
released and I feel so very happy."
I could see that she was taking this all in, listening as if how we would live
our lives together depended on understanding and integration of my special
nature.
Sheepishly she asked me the question that I knew was coming.
"Do you prefer being Andrea?"
"What I prefer is expressing all that I am which makes me my most authentic
self. But I won't avoid the question that I believe you are really asking. I
choose to live my life with you as your husband. I love and adore you. I
cherish our relationship that we have as husband and wife. This part of me is
so precious. I don't want what we have and mean to each other or for our
relationship to ever go away, darling.
But, I also cherish the aspects of my feminine nature and the love, power and
compassion it can bring to our lives and mine. I don't ever want to be placed
in the position of being one aspect of myself at the exclusion of another. I
believe that there is balance here. This side of me is fluid like all the
other aspects of me. Sometimes it's more obvious as it was this weekend.
Other times it might be expressed in more subtle ways like the way that I
caress you. I do know that I prefer to spend some time with myself and with
you as I am now, fully realized as Andrea. This makes me feel whole and oh so
very happy. I ultimately feel peaceful. Thank you again from the bottom of
my heart giving me this freedom and release. Does this make attend to your
questions, wants and needs?"
"Yes, Andrea, I believe that it does. Thank you for your ever present
courage, integrity and honesty. The challenge that this presents us, from
time to time, I hope to thank you for later as we gracefully understand and
integrate this all. I just had to know that you were not going to steal my
husband away from me."
"That has never been my intention. I know this sounds strange, but without
acknowledging me you will never fully know your husband."
"How poetic, Andrea. I think that I understand you better and how I, you and
we, fit in all this. Now that I feel that I will not lose my husband I feel
that I can be even more opened to you. You know I really do like you, Andrea.
You have all my favorite traits of my husband role up into a pretty package of
a sister and closest girlfriend."
She reached over and gave me her most reassuring kiss. A kiss that said for
better or worse, darling. I'm in it for the long haul.
It was time to move the subject on.
"Have you been lonely, Sandi while I've been away?"
Grinning she said, "No, not really, sweetie. I feel that I have been with you
all along. Also, I've been able to imagine what you are going through."
Smiling widely she continued. "My thoughts of your probable escapades have
provided me with so much juicy material to think of and rub myself to many
pleasing orgasms. Additionally, I too have been playing a bit of 'house'
myself. Saturday night I distracted myself with this young buck named Ronnie.
You don't mind, do you, Andrea?"
"Not at all. Luscious distractions from our usual lives seem to be the theme
of this weekend."
"Even so I now feel that I am missing my husband. I know what you just said
but you are still in there aren't you, dear one?"
Without hesitation, I dropped by voice back down to its natural deep pitch,
looked lovingly into my darling's magical hazel eyes and responded, "Of course
I am. And I'm yours for the taking."
Without a moment's hesitation, Sandi jumped up, grabbed my hand and forearm
and forced me to my feet.
"Let's go back to our house, sweetheart."
"I can be ready quickly. I suppose that I should leave Benjamin a message at
work to let him know that I won't be coming back home to his house."
"What a considerate wife you are. But it's no bother. He knows very well
that I've planned on reclaiming you now. Lets go home my pretty husband."
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"Wendy left me some adhesive remover so that you can shed your ample bosom.
Let me help you with your at-home breast reduction program, Andrea," she
teased.
Once they were removed I avoided stating the obvious cliche, "well, that takes
a lot off my chest," but knew that we were both thinking it anyway.
No longer having breasts made me feel a bit exposed and without thinking I
quickly put my pretty bra and a blouse back on. It was then that I realized
what I had just done, falling into a womanly role and protecting my modesty.
"Whoops. Habit, I guess. I imagine that you want me to revert back to my
familiar 'manly' self.
Before I finished my sentence I could see that something was percolating
behind those gorgeous hazel eyes of hers.
I could see the lust mounting in her posture. Cocking her head slightly to
her right, grazing her upper teeth with her pink and very ripe tongue she
said, "Not just yet, sweetie. Just knowing that you have experienced many
completely womanly pleasures this weekend has me lusting after you a bit
differently right now. Please stay Andrea for me for just a little longer.
In truth, I have been thinking of doing you this way ever since I saw your
beautiful, painted and inviting lips as you walked down the wedding isle. I
wanted to kiss them then and I want to kiss them now. I would like my way
with you, girl. Be Andrea a little longer. Be Andrea just for me."
We sprang on each other like panthers in heat. I was becoming ever so more
turned on as our full crimsoned colored mouths melded together in a sticky
embrace. The scents of our perfumes mixing colored our passionate
surroundings. Our graceful polished fingers outlined each other delicately.
We played with each other through our silky clothing lifting hemlines to
caress thighs. Stealing under bra straps to feather shoulder blades.
Caressing breasts through the material of our bras. Something was familiar
about our passion but there was something different also. Something new and
so very stimulating. I could tell that Sandi was clearly making love to me
woman to woman. Wow, we were making love as two women would.
"Oh, Andrea. Kiss me again. I love the way our lip-sticky mouths glide so
sensually against each other. You touch me like no man ever could, girl."
Slowly we undressed each other. Lifting her dress over her head was like
watching the most beautiful butterfly emerge from her cocoon. Girlishly we
pulled our bra straps down our milky shoulders and dropped our panties.
Standing before each other naked but for our jewelry. Bodies smooth and
silky. Reaching for each other at the same time we walked hand in hand to our
bed.
Lying on top of me she kissed me fully and softly and slowly. I, in turn,
luxuriously circled the globes of her ass cheeks. We were not going to rush
anything. And then she arched her back gracefully so that she could bring
both hands to my nipples playfully pulling, twisting and pinching them.
"Welcome back my little nipple friends," I thought humorously. "I've really
missed you."
Like the most graceful dancer Sandi pulled back the hair from her face and
brought her steamy lips to my right breast. Her mouth forming a perfect "o"
around my nipple as she sucked then flittered her tongue against my responding
nipple. I shuttered and melted. And as I closed my eyes I felt myself
sinking deeper into the mattress. "Oh, Sandi," I cooed. This feels sooo
good." I had to return this pleasure. Gently, I turned her on her back
tucked my hair behind my ears and cupped her breasts. Twisting her nipples
like she likes it. Watching her nipples grow thick and hard with each caress.
I took her left nipple into my mouth teasing it with my tongue. I sucked and
nourished just like a baby. I was as contented as I was hot. Alternating
sucking with the flicking of my tongue in circles, in strokes and in circles
again. Her moans are delights made musical. Slowly I lick her belly as I
move my tongue and body down towards that beautiful mound of curly brown hair.
The pressure of my tongue perfect never tickles only pleasures. I pull Sandi
to the edge of the bed and place her legs over my shoulders as I position
myself face to face with the other lips of her body. I take in her scent, her
wetness. And with determined sensuous strokes of my tongue I start from the
bottom of her lips until I reach her clitoral nub. She presses her crotch to
move deeper into my face. My tongue swirls slowly and then fast like honeybee
wings. She hardens and a rich flow of her juices fills my mouth. How I love
how she tastes. The rocking of her pelvis begins to quicken. Her pace was
becoming more desperate. I move my tongue in perfect harmony with her body
aware of her needs. I feel her fingertips threading through my hair.
"Oh, God, Andrea. You are so delightful. Lick sweetie, lick me faster."
Her heat is rising and rising. My face is drenched with her juices. I am
held in place by her powerful thighs. Sensing her coming climax I continue
to lick and suck and probe and to lick. I reach my fingertips of my right
hand up and pinch her nipple. And, she begins to tremble uncontrollable. She
lets go of all control. Her whole body convulsing in sweet orgasmic pleasure.
And, I'm right there taking in it all held snuggly between her trembling
thighs.
There is nothing but she and I in the world. With her eyes on fire she grabs
me and pulls me up to her and rolls me over. She takes in my nipple and
begins to suck wantonly as she gyrates her soft fleshy body on my engorged
clitoris, my cock, no my clitoris. I can't hold back anymore. I too explode
in orgasmic delight as my cum dampens our bellies. And we collapse. She
holds me tenderly in her arms for a few loving moments as I nozzle my head on
her breast. And because this dance clearly requires an epilog we arrange our
bodies so that we can simultaneously lick the cum off each other like two cats
at the same saucer bowl. And, when done, she places her arms around me
lovingly. I feel so loved.
Moments pass and I watch quietly as Sandi rises out of bed.
After closing the shutters she lights her candles. I know that the lighting
of candles provide her comfort and often are a prelude for romance.
"Wait here, darling'" Sandi said as she walks off into our bathroom. She
returns with a few sundries.
"Sandi, I..."
"No, don't speak my love. Just lay back and let me go through this."
Slowly and almost ceremoniously, she removed my pretty rings, earrings and
bracelets. Then placing remover on a cotton ball she gracefully held my
fingers and cleaned off the polish from each nail one by one. Kissing each
finger tenderly when she was done. Then she turned to my feet and did the
same stealing a few moments to lick the inside of my thighs.
"Close your eyes," she requested sweetly. I could feel her placing lotion all
about my face in smooth deliberate lines. With a soft cloth she gently wiped
the makeup from my face. And when done with that she repeated the motions
with a cool washcloth. I was aware of no sounds but my heartbeat and our
breathing.
And when she was finished she smiled so contently and sweetly and held my face
in her loving hands.
"There's the man that I love. Welcome home, Andrew."
I felt at home and at peace with myself.
"It's good to have you back, sweetheart."
"I never left. No matter what clothes I wear I am always here."
"Maybe so. But, right now it is easier to see my handsome husband without all
the glamour.
Lowering herself onto my waiting body, she placed her mouth so very close to
my face that I could feel her breathe on my skin sending shivers directly to
my crotch. Her voice deepened seductively and she whispered, "I've missed
you, Andrew and I want you now.''
A switch inside me was tossed and I forcefully grabbed her, turning her so
that she was under my weight. I had been through the looking glass and now
knew first hand what a woman wants from a man. And, even more excitingly, I
knew what this woman wanted. No one would know her better than I would. No
man could please her like I could and I would please her now.
Never closing my eyes I kissed her with a passion fully on fire. She returned
my stare equitably and lustfully. We were locked on to each other. My tongue
entered her mouth and she was there to embrace it. Desire and love combined
in a heated inferno. I moved to her side without removing my mouth from hers.
Slowly and with perfect pressure I moved my left hand over her trembling body.
Cupping her breasts and then pinching and twisting her hard nipples. And when
I got to her belly she shuttered gutturally. She was mine. I had her now.
Lower I moved my hand over her silky frame. And then, I reached the object of
my attention. Playfully, swirling her damp pussy hair I could feel my
heartbeat quicken. And still our eyes never parted. I found her clitoris
and made slow circular motions increasing my pressure. Then caressing my
fingers around her opening I felt us both charge in electrical harmony. She
was so wet. And, this made me wild.
One finger slipped easily into her. Then two. The palm of my hand still
caressing her crotch and massaging her stiffening lust button. And still our
eyes never parted. The look on her face. The perfectly adult erotic come-
hither, I can't control my passion, and I-have-never-been-so-on-fire look
flashed me over and over again. Grabbing the back of my head she kissed me
harder and more passionately than she had ever before.
"Put that cute cock of yours to use. You-must-take-me...now!"
We both knew at that moment that no man would make love to her like I could.
"Fuck me, my husband. Fuck me deep, hard and long.
I was on her. I slipped in her with one forceful thrust of my pelvis.
"Oh, darling, again."
Reaching over her head I pinned her arms down with my hands. She was going
nowhere, to submit to her most loving fleshy desires. She wraps her legs
tightly around me.
And again I thrusted becoming harder and deeper as she became wetter and
wetter.
"Oh, my God, Andrew. Oh, my God." And, she began to make her familiar
perpendicular circular motions against my shaft as if to screw our bodies even
tighter. Her crotch begging for closeness, for carnal embrace. She was close
to heavenly orgasm now. So was I. Our breathing grew wantonly louder.
Louder. Our sweat flowed and ran together. We were writhing in a rhythmic
dance of abandon. Again I pressed my cock into her. Again and again. And
then she tightened her love muscles firmly at the base of my cock and I
exploded. Erupting and roaring. And, Sandi began to shake uncontrollably now
as she spasmed into a flood of orgasmic delights over and over and over again.
Our eyes widened as we watched each other at the height of passionate release.
And, just when we thought we would cool a sudden movement or touch would send
us falling again into a cascade of pleasure. This continued for a few more
minutes until the sounds of the desert and the sounds of our breathing slowing
filled our room. Simultaneously we said to each other, "I love you...Wowie
Zowie."
Moments blissfully passed. Being lustfully spent and wrapped in each other's
arms was absolute heaven. I could feel that loving "normalcy" was beginning
to nudge itself back in to our comfortable lives. But even as the familiar
slowly floated back into focus I found myself reliving recent events.
However, I soon felt Sandi humorously knocking her knuckles against my
forehead.
"Dear heart, come back, come back. Back to earth right this instant please."
"Sorry that I spaced out, Sandi. I was just fondly going over all the amazing
things that have happened to me this weekend.
"I could imagine. I hope that I can still surprise you in the future. Good
playmates are sometimes hard to find. Benjamin really is a dear and I'm glad
that you liked him."
"I did. He really was fun and made me feel like a real woman. And, he really
has the most insatiable appetite for sex."
"Missing him already? Don't worry your pretty little head, sweetheart. You
see, next weekend my husband, Ronnie and I, plan on inviting you lustful
newlyweds over for dinner. Nothing too formal, but please dress provocatively
as we might later go out dancing. I know of this hot up-scale dance club."
Yikes!
Gifts Given, Gifts Received By Andi SG
Copyright 1998 No part of this manuscript may be reproduced for profit without
permission of the Author. I welcome comments and dialog. AndiSg@aol.com
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