11 comments/ 31827 views/ 22 favorites A Wives Tale By: WillowxOC Like so many nights sitting at this bar before, I ended up thinking about my husband. This was a little odd considering I was sitting at a lesbian bar, absentmindedly ogling a cute chic that seemed to be looking for a hook-up, but my life had flipped upside down and inside out so much in the past two years, the strangeness barely even registered. The girl from across the bar started eye flirting with me, and I immediately cut it off. Not tonight, not with her. I just wanted to think and drink. In retrospect, it was easy to see that it was a mistake to marry my high school sweetheart right after graduation. He was a sweet guy, but it soon became pretty obvious that either we both sucked at sex, or something was wrong. I assumed everyone's first time was awkward, but after four or five times and it feeling even more awkward each time we got naked, we just stopped having sex. That was two months into our marriage. Three months in, and I started just leaving the house. No matter how late I came home though, John was always still up. He seemed to not sleep for two months straight. By the end, we weren't even talking to one another. I kept catching him about to cry, and after the first three times he refused to tell me why I dropped that, too. When I got home one evening and found John gone, I wasn't surprised at all. When I found the letter though, I was, both because John completely let me know how he was feeling, and that he wasn't a he at all. Joanna, as she signed the letter, apparently felt like a woman, and had been going through the motions with me to hide it. I felt shocked. I was also really threatened. I had always liked girls in high school, but never acted because I liked my social life the way it was. Alive. So when John came along, and we bonded on such a deep level, I thought I was cured. I thought that the phase I was going through was over and that I could live a normal life. But sleeping with John was a nightmare of awkward groping, tons of lubricant and starting and stopping. Even cuddling felt forced, stilted somehow, like neither one of us could really relax. The kissing was great, but beyond that we couldn't connect. After Joanna's letter, I had to confront myself about my sexuality. Why hadn't I seen it? Why did I feel better about all the times that she had laid on my lap while I stroked her hair? Why did the thought of her as a woman make me a lot hotter than any of the sex we had had before? But after having had a few quick flings with women during the next few years, and enjoying them far more physically than anything I had ever had with Joanna, I knew who I was. A dye job, haircut, and wardrobe change later, and I went from all American blonde femme to black haired quasi-butch. I still wore some make-up, but not nearly as much as before. I wore a lot more leather and jeans, and finally felt tall at 5' 6'' instead of like a girl that grew just a little too much. This all led to me sitting and drinking alone, ostensibly to pick up a date but in actuality, like most nights, so that I could brood over my marriage and all the questions that surrounded it. Then I saw her. She was tall, at six feet, and had a very nice ass under her striped skirt. With such a lithe and athletic body, I immediately started thinking about her working out, and her cute medium breasts bouncing up and down in a sports bra. I then started imagining her bouncing up and down without a sports bra. I could feel myself get a little excited just looking at her sitting there. To hell with brooding, I should at least give her my number. I walked over to her, her long brown hair in a sexy wavy curl that screamed femme. I ordered a drink for her and stepped up to the bar. "Hey there, cutie," I said looking at her beautiful green eyes, which felt comfortingly familiar. She turned to me and smiled fluorescently. "Hey there yourself," she said back. "Do you have a name or should I just call you cutie the whole evening?" "I certainly wouldn't mind," I said. "But I was thinking more along the lines of something you could moan a little easier." She raised her eyebrows. She said, "So your name is Fuck me harder, then." I laughed. "No," I said, "Though I've thought about getting it changed to that. My name's Melissa." She froze for a second, started to move and then froze and stayed frozen. "What? I thought that-" I started. "I... I should go. I mean I need to go," She said, "It's uh... bye." "Wait, what is the deal?" I said, following her out, "Was it something I said? Have we met?" That was when I figured out what should have been obvious, but had been disguised by time and feminizing hormones. "Joanna!" I called out after her, running into the parking lot. She stopped short, and let me catch up to her. I saw her holding in tears, desperately closing her eyes closed and hugging her arms close to her body. "What, what do you want?" She managed to choke out. "How did you even find me here?" "I want to talk," I said, "I just saw you in there. You... you can cry, you know... girls, uh, do it all the time..." "Don't you think I know that? Do you really need to cisplain things to me?" She said. She had opened her eyes but now she was shaking. "I... you never cried in front of me," I said softly. She rested her quivering head on my shoulder and I held her neck and stroked her hair softly. She let out her tears and I held her up under her shoulders. Once her sobbing was under control a little, I steered her towards the bar again and we took the back booth. By the time we were seated, she was wiping her eyes. "I've missed that," She said. "What?" I said. "Your touch," she said quietly. She looked nervous and a little ashamed now that she wasn't crying anymore. "Well, you're not the only one who's had an epiphany," I said, "I kind of realized that I'm gay." "Oh," she said. "How did you know?" "I think I've always known," I said. "You were the icing on the cake. No offense." "It explains the short black hair now," She said. "And that leather jacket. Why did you dye it? I didn't even recognize you at first?" "Actually, I bleached it before," I said. "This is the natural color." She cracked a smile. "Is there anything we were honest about with each other?" she said. "I did really like our kissing," I said. She seemed almost bashful about, and started to close up physically when I reached across the table and squeezed her hand. She stopped for a moment, and then squeezed my hand back. "But did you like it because it kept the horribly bad sex at bay or because you liked me?" she said. "Because it felt like kissing a girl," I said, "And I wanted that." She smiled at me. "Ok, Casanova," she said, "You're smooth, I'll give you that. Have you been practicing seducing ex-husbands?" I laughed. "Well, I mean, I haven't been monogamous, but I'm not seeing anyone." "Well then," She said, "Would you be willing to date your wife?" "I think I could," I said. We talked for hours after that about our lives, mostly just mundane details really. She told me about how far along transition she was, what it was like to do some of the things to transition. She had sold just about anything of value, and living out of a tiny apartment, was able to afford hormones, clothes, therapy, and electrolysis. I talked about coming out to my family and friends, and how I suddenly had very few people I could talk from my old life. She talked about how she was getting back into writing and reading. I talked about making new friends at work. At closing call, I remembered why I loved her, why I agreed to marry her. Her laugh, her gentleness, and the love in her eyes all intoxicated my senses as we walked out of the bar slightly intoxicated ourselves. I hugged myself around her waist and leaned my head against her shoulder. It didn't feel muscular and hard anymore, it felt... welcoming. I felt her put her arm around me and hug me back. "Hey, so it's our first date, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place for some coffee," I said. "I don't know isn't that rushing things a little?" she said, "I mean, were both drunk, we might just wake up and find out we accidentally married each other." "Wasn't an accident," I said. "I love you when you're sappy," she said. "Then I think you're going to love tonight," I said, and whispered, "especially my panties." She was still giggling as we got into the cab to go back to my apartment. Once we were there, I pulled her into a long kiss. I felt her gently collide with the wall as I pushed into her lips. She let out a light groan as my hands started exploring her body. I felt down the nape of her neck to her breasts, lingered there as I brushed past her nipples, and then slid my hands down her flanks to her hips. "What blend do you use?" she whispered, "This coffee tastes amazing." "It's not the beans," I said as I squeezed her ass, "It's the French press." "Mmmmm," she moaned as we pressed together. I felt her hands slip inside my jacket and gently explore my body. It wasn't the embarrassed, almost bashful groping I had received before she transitioned, it was confident but gentle. As I writhed slowly against her body, it felt like we were feeling each other for the first time. After a few minutes, we moved over to the bedroom. A few minutes after we dove into bed, Joanna broke away from me. "Melissa, this is really hot, but I have a bit of a pain in my skirt at the moment," she said looking away from me. "Well, let's take care of that," I said with some enthusiasm. She hugged herself with one arm and didn't move, still looking away from me. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I really hate my... little issue down there, and this is a lot more difficult with you," she said quietly. "Why?" I said as I caressed her face. Her skin was smooth and soft, and I could feel the heat radiating from her neck. "I keep thinking about the times we had sex, and how shitty it made me feel, and then it's like I didn't transition at all and I'm back where I was two years ago," She said. "You're not though. You're a beautiful woman now. You're my wife," I said. "Well, yeah, but I'm afraid... it's going to feel bad again when I'm naked," she said. "Well, let's just take it slow," I said, putting my arm around her. We sat there, with me hugging her body close to mine. After a while, she hugged me back. "I think I know how to do this," She said. "Do what?" I asked. "Get our sexy times on," she said, "What, do you think I'd work you up that much and then not even try to deliver?" "Sweetie, don't feel like you have to do anything," I said, "I'm a big girl; I can understand some hang-ups about sex." "But... I want to... with you..." She said. "What's your plan?" I asked. "We each take off a piece of clothing, one after the other," she said. "Sounds sexy," she said, "Let's do it." She volunteered to go first, and slowly took off her blouse. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her cleavage, and she gave a little start before letting out a little moan and holding the back of my head as I inhaled her scent. I pulled away and pulled my tank top over my head, tossing it to the floor. Of course, this was when I realized her bra was way classier than mine, and I had to grin like an idiot. "What?" she said, nervous. "I'm just looking at how sexy you are," I said. "Also, you need to show me how to shop for bras. Apparently that knowledge never got passed on to me, Ms. perfectly fitted." "But isn't it more fun to take them off?" she said as she unhooked her bra and let it slip off of her. "I think I have a replacement," I said. "I just need to slip in on here-" I said as I slid my hands up her arms in the opposite direction that her bra had just slid down. I gently put my hands on her breasts. I slowly squeezed and kneaded her as she started to breathe more heavily. "I don't know," she said "It's a-aaah! A little tight in the nipple-ahhh." After I gave her the front massage, I slid back a little and took off my bra. I groaned as she put her lips on my nipples. I let out a slow breath as she circled her tongue around my areola. "Mmmm. Don't stop," I murmured. She didn't, but eventually she moved on to the other tit and gave it the same treatment. "That was great," I said, "Are you going to... umm... take off your skirt now?" ''Umm... I guess I can..." She said. "You're beautiful no matter what honey," I said. She unzipped herself in the back and paused. She took a deep breath and then pulled it off all in one motion. I saw her in just her grey striped panties. There was just a slight bulge in between her legs, but I was distracted by her smooth legs and the delicate curve of her thighs and waist. Slowly, I reached over and grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. I rested my head and on her tummy. It was so different from the last time I had felt it. It was so smooth and soft, and slimmer than I remembered. "You make a nice pillow," I said. "You're so warm and soft. Mmmmmmm." I slipped out of my pants and curled up next to her. We lay next to each other listening to each other breathe. After a while I felt her rhythmic breathing and I wondered if she was asleep. "O-ok," she said finally. "I think I can do this. Just... be gentle." "Well, not too gentle," I said as I kissed her just below her belly button. "Could you be a little, uh, further away?" she said, "I'm not totally comfortable with being this close without... um..." "Sure," I said, pushing myself up into a sitting position up next to her. She started to pull her panties down, and then stopped, catching her breath. I hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I love all of you. It's ok, sexy lady. I want to be with you." She smiled and slid her underwear down all the way, kicking them off the end of the bed. I quickly slipped off mine and dumped them on the floor, which was nice because after about five minutes wet panties stop being sexy and start being uncomfortable. I finally looked down to her... half of a sock and elastic band. "Um, what is...?" I started. "It's to keep everything all tucked away," she said. I noticed that it was straining in the sock part. "Well, let's get it off," I said. She pulled it off and I finally saw her cock. It had an angry red line across the top and was only about half erect, and a bit smaller than I remembered. "That looks..." I said, trailing off. "God, if you couldn't handle it, I-" She said as she covered herself with the sheet. "Painful," I finished. "Oh. Oh, yeah, the line- yeah, actually, it kinda is," she said, calming down enough to stop trying to curl into a fetal position. "Are there any rules with your, uh, genitals, and stuff?" I asked. "Well, to tell you the truth, I don't really have anything specific," She said. "I guess the biggest rule is to remember that I'm your wife?" "Well, how would my wife feel about a little oral intimacy?" I said. "I'm actually a little nervous about it," She said. "I mean, how dysphoric am I going to feel?" "Well, not to be selfish, but you could always eat me out first and then when I do you, you'll know I'm doing it the right way to please a lady," I said. "Ok," she said. I spread my legs and she crawled in between them, resting on her elbows and knees with her sexy ass in the air. She kissed down my stomach from just above my naval to my now drooling cunt. When she licked up from the bottom of my slit up to my clit I squeaked in surprise. "You naughty girl," I said, "You're full of surprises!" She smiled at me mischievously from beneath my mound and then dove in with gusto, sending shivers up through my whole body. I felt warmth begin to build in my solar plexus and I shuddered under her oral assault. She put a finger in my folds and I nearly went over the top, but seemed to plateau again after a few seconds. Then she started humming, and I felt myself start to breathe desperately as I went over the edge. I ground my vagina into her face as I came hard with a guttural scream. "Did I do ok?" I hear Joanna ask with some of my girl spunk still dripping down her chin. "Yes," I said, trying to catch my breath. "You did ok. Damn, how did you know how to do half that stuff?" "I learned a few new tricks," She said, smiling again. "Well, spread those legs missy," I said, "It's time for my late night snack." She lay back and opened her bent legs to give me full view of her nether region, grasping her inner thighs. I crawled over to her lovely looking girl cock and grabbed it by the base. I was struck again by how everything on her was so feminized, even the parts of her that screamed that she was different. I took the flaccid member into my mouth and started sucking gently. "It feels nice," She said. "You're mouth is really warm." I started massaging the length with my tongue and elicited an excited moan. Once I had gotten a good mix of pre-cum and saliva in my mouth, I lubed up my finger. I slowly pushed up into her and earned a squeak when I found her special spot. I put her cock back into my mouth and fingered her until I felt her tense up and release into my mouth. "That was..." she breathed heavily, "That was pretty ok, too." "Bet your ass it was," I said as I crawled up and snuggled with her warm body. She pulled the sheets over us, and I kissed her one last time before we both fell asleep contented. A Wives Tale Pt. 02 I awoke to the slightly sweaty smell of a night well spent. I felt the arm of my wife resting on my waist and her warmth pressing into my upper back. I rolled over to cuddle her when I felt the rail road spike in my head suddenly explode into white light. "Honey, what is it?" Joanna asked. "My head exploded," I said, clutching my forehead. "Could you be dear and pick up the pieces when you get a chance?" "Someone overdid it last night, didn't they?" she asked in a mock scolding tone. "I started before you did," I said, "And no fair going sexy school teacher on me when I can't do anything." "Well, I guess I'll play nurse and go get you some Aspirin," she said as she got up. I forced my eyes open to watch her ass sway from behind as she walked out of the room. Of course, now that she wasn't in the room, my brain had time to catch up on what had happened last night. I was married to a person I barely knew, and who barely knew me, if truth be told. I had just slept with her. I felt like I was trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle in a crowded night club. "Here you go," she said as she handed me a pill with a large glass of water. "How did you know where the aspirin was? I forgot to tell you," I said. "I lived with you for four months, I think I can figure out where you keep the aspirin," she said. "I keep forgetting that you're the same person from before," I said. "You seem so different." "I am pretty different," she said, "I'm happy now. It changes a girl." "I'm just trying to make sense of all of this," I said, swallowing the pills, "And it's a bit harder without the liquid insight of ethanol." "Are you not sure of things?" Joanna said, a wrinkle of concern creasing in between her eyebrows. "No, it's just that... well, yeah," I said. "I am a little confused, and I don't want to be unfair to you." "How would you be unfair to me?" she said as she lay down on the bed. "By jumping way too fast into a relationship with you without really getting to know you just because we used to use each other as beards," I said. "Oh," she said. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling, her breasts pointing skyward and encased in of her black bra's that seemed to be molded perfectly to her curve. "I had a good time last night though." "So did I," I said, "But shouldn't relationships start with a little more than sex?" "Well, I remember someone being my best friend in high school," she said. "Remember chemistry studying?" "I remember talking about not feeling like I fit in," I said, "and making out. But no, I don't really remember studying." She giggled and said, "I remember someone getting handsy, and I don't mean chiral carbon." "Can I really be blamed?" I said as I slipped my hand over her stomach and onto her breast. "Mmmm. Good question," she said. We lay on the bed in a comfortable silence while we both considered what to do next. "I think I should probably take a shower," she said, "I'm a bit sweaty from last night." As she got up I was again treated to her backside as she walked into the bathroom. Soon I heard the shower running. I felt like I was being an idiot for doubting anything more than love was motivating us. I tried to tell myself I was just being cautious, and trying to protect myself and her from being hurt. I had been hurt before, and I vowed to never again rush into things blindly. Of course, the biggest source of that pain was in the shower right now. It had seemed so clear last night. She was the same sweet girl I had known in high school. I guess that was half of the equation answered, she was still the same person. But who was I now? I looked into my blue eyes staring back at me in the dressing mirror. I hadn't even considered what I needed, or wanted, last night, beyond just wanting Joanna to be happy. Was I just pleasing the people around me- again? Practical thought soon interrupted my musing. I noticed that Joanna hadn't brought a towel into the bathroom with her. I picked up a towel from the hall closet and walked into the bathroom. "Joanna?" I said. "Come to join me?" she called from behind the curtain. "Well, no, I came to bring you a towel, but now that you mention it..." I said as I stepped into the shower and was rewarded with the sight of a dripping wet Joanna. The warm spray came off of her and I felt the tiny droplets tickle my skin as I stood close to her. "These do look just as good in daylight as they do at night," she said and put her warm, wet hands on top of my breasts. She delicately leaned in for a kiss and some of the water streaming onto her fell onto me. I brushed past the side of her boobs as I moved my hands to her back. I took a step closer and I felt both my body and my pussy get wet from our slippery embrace. I felt her getting excited as well, her cock starting to press against the front of my hip. I stopped. This was exactly the sort of thing I was trying to avoid! Why had I agreed to hop into the shower with her? I should have waited and then talked to her and- "Why did you stop?" Joanna cooed as she stroked my wet hair back from my face. "Joanna, I need to know something," I said, looking into her eyes. "Why did you leave? Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't think I could," she said. "Knowing you now, I wouldn't have even hesitated, but you were different then. You kind of dragged me into your idea of what we should be like." "I was just trying to help us both be happy. What about all those times I asked you to tell me what was going on?" I said a getting a little angry. "How was I supposed to tell you anything when you wouldn't tell me what you wanted?" she asked. "I'm not going to say it was totally right, but I did have reasons for doing what I did. And I was scared." "You were scared? You ran off without telling me where you were going!" I said. "Yes I was scared! I didn't want to be that vulnerable to you," she said. "You know I wouldn't hurt you," I said. "Well, now, yes. And probably then, too," she sighed. "It was stupid, and I'm sorry I hurt you, but it needed to happen for me. I needed a fresh start." "If it needed to happen..." I said, "It upset me, a lot, but I think I might be able to forgive." She smiled and I hugged her, our wet bodies meeting under the spray of the shower. I had a light bulb light up over my head, and while I was close, I whispered in her ear, "Do you trust me now?" "Yes," she breathed back. "Then turn around and spread your legs," I whispered to her, and pulled back from our hug. She looked at me quizzically for a second. "Come on, bend over," I said. She gave me sideways glance and did as she was instructed. She put her hands on the wall of the shower to support herself as she bent over. I grabbed a bottle of conditioner and put a little on my hand. I moved close to her so that her leg was in between mine and my crotch was next to her well formed butt. "I think I know what I want now," I said, as I stroked her rear with my non-conditioned hand, the slight smell of lavender wafting up to my nose. "I think I want to watch you writhe while my fingers are inside of you." As I looked down to put my finger between her cheeks, I saw that there was still a strand of pre-cum glistening between our bodies from our kiss. I broke it with my free hand and rubbed some of it on her as I spread her ass with my hand. I felt her hot anus with my finger. She moaned as I put the tip inside of her warm bowels. I quickly pulled it out again. "Put it in," she said excitedly, "I want it inside of me." "What, like this?" I said innocently. Then I shoved my finger all the way into her waiting hole. She gasped as I wriggled my finger inside of her, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her now well lubricated hole. I slipped my finger back and forth while I reached underneath her and slipped my arm under her legs for extra support in pulling her back onto my hand. I felt the base of her penis on my forearm as I searched for her pleasure spot with my index finger. "You like this, don't you?" I said. "Yes," she said. "You like to feel someone else in control, to give yourself up to me," I said as I increased the pace a slightly. "Oh god yes," she said. "Don't stop, please don't stop." Feeling her loosen up, I added my middle finger and pushed back into her. I earned a groan from her as I did so. I started pumping again, and she started panting lightly. As I thrust back and forth I noticed that she was starting to rock back on to my hand as I pushed in. "You naughty girl," I said, "You really like having my fingers in your ass." "Yes, I love your fingers," she breathed, "You have magic fingers, Fuck me with them!" I pushed into the bottom of her passage a little harder and I noticed that she was drooling pre-cum onto the floor of the shower. I felt my own body start to respond to the sight and I started to lightly rub myself against her leg as I kept up my steady, even pace, smearing some of my juices against her as she started shoving against my hand harder. I decided it was time to add a third finger to the mix, and I took out my two fingers and grabbed the conditioner bottle again. I heard Joanna moan and thrust her ass backward suggestively. "Why did you stop? Put them back in," she whined. "Someone just can't wait," I said and gave a light smack to her ass. "Put your fingers back in, please," she said while looking back at me with pleading eyes. "Make me squirm!" "Well, who am I to turn down a pretty lady?" I said as I squirted a dollop of conditioner onto her, just above the cleft of her butt. I took three of my fingers and guided the blob into her rectum. At first Joanna tried to pull away from the pressure of my fingers, but my arm underneath her held onto her and gave me enough leverage to push all three of my fingers in. She sucked her breath in at the intrusion of my fingers, and clamped down on them like a vice. I patiently waited for her to relax so that I could start pumping again. Soon, her body was adjusting, and I took advantage of this by twisting my fingers back and forth. Joanna responded by grinding herself even further back onto my hand. I started moving my hand back and forth in small, steady strokes, gradually covering more and more distance with each one. Joanna was rocking back and forth even harder than before, her tits swinging in time with her backward thrusts and her penis slapping against my forearm, whipping strands of pre-cum everywhere. Watching Joanna get this excited gave me a warm feeling in my whole torso. I grinned as she let out heavy pants in the hot steam of the shower. I went back to smashing my clit against her upper thigh as she lost herself in the pleasure of my hand. She went rigid, and her ass nearly broke my fingers as she came, spilling out onto the shower floor. Her breathing was heavy, making her lovely breasts rise and fall, as she looked over at me and smiled. I pulled my fingers free with a slight popping sound. "What possessed you to do that?" She asked, turning around but keeping one hand on the wall to support her shaking legs. "Not that I'm complaining." "I wanted to have some control," I said, "And I was kind of horny." "What do you mean some control? You had control last night, didn't you?" she asked. "We did what you wanted to do," I said. "The way you wanted to do it," she said. "Good point," I said, "I still feel like I can't stop this thing between us even if I wanted to though, and I kind of wanted to be in place where I could control what happened." "I get that," she said. "On the other hand, I don't think love is really something you get to control." With that, she got down on her hands and knees and started crawling towards me, her breasts swaying gently as she crawled forward like a big cat stalking its prey. "I think you need to let go a little bit," she said. "I like control though," I said, looking down at her. "Sometimes you get to be in control," she said as she reached in between my legs and pulled my already dripping twat close to her mouth, "And sometimes you have to just hang on for the ride." She sat back on her legs and kneeled while she opened her mouth and began licked at my vagina from the base in short, controlled strokes with a rigid tongue. I sucked in air as she moved her tongue tenderly across my slit with an alternating soft lapping and rigid creasing. I was already worked up from the previous activity, and very quickly was adding even more fluids to the showers floor. I felt her insert a finger, just like last time, but very quickly she pulled it out and inserted it into my backdoor. This was a new experience for me. I was too surprised to clench up before she put her finger in, so it went in without any pain. But I soon tried to expel the invader with my sphincter muscles, which of course didn't work. "What are you doing?" I asked, legitimately worried for the first time with her. "Shhh," she said, "I trusted you, now you can trust me." "But that was- oh..." I said as instead of just the uncomfortable aspects of the penetration I for the first time felt the pleasure. I moved my hips as Joanna tickled my insides with her tongue and her finger. I was completely under her power, just like she had been under mine earlier. I reached down and grasped her head, not because I could stop anything willingly, because it felt way too good, but to connect with her as she ate me out. I was so close to orgasm even before the new sensation of her anal pleasuring that I was soon over the edge. I shuddered gently as I came. She sat back and gazed up at me. "See? We can both trust," she said. I helped her up and she kissed me with my juice still on her lips. I tasted myself while we pressed together under the warm water. After the mundane parts of showering were accomplished, we dried off and put on under wear so that we could make breakfast without being too distracted to function. "Do you want waffles?" she asked. "I don't have a waffle iron," I said, "And I don't really want to go out. Pancakes?" "Close enough," she said as she pulled out the mix. She mixed the ingredients while I watched her work. She saw me staring at her and smiled. "Struck dumb by my beauty?" she asked. "No," I said. "I'm thinking about the shower." "Mmm," she said. "I think that rates as the best shower I've taken in a long time." "Really?" I asked. "Even with my weird issues?" "Sweetie, if sex is how we get through relationship troubles, I think I can handle that," she said, "If you remember my problem solving method is running away." Something in the way she said that struck my much more deeply than she intended. I felt scared and clingy again, and I hated those feelings. I felt my chest constricting as I thought back to picking up the letter the night I came home and she wasn't there. "Don't... don't do that again," I managed to get out. "Hey, hey, I was joking," she said, walking over to where I was sitting. "I'm not going to do that to you again." "I know you where joking and I know that you're not going to just walk out," I said. "But I don't feel it, and it's not fair to you." She hugged me. I was enveloped in body, and her scent, and she squeezed my so tightly I knew that she was staying. It's silly, but that hug was what let me start to feel much more at ease with her. Her scent began to be replaced by a different, harsher, more acrid one. "Shit!" she said and rushed over to the stove to try to save at least some of the pancakes. After making and eating a new batch, we sat down at the table drinking the coffee I had brewed. "All flirting aside, this French press really is amazing," she said, sipping her coffee. "All flirting aside?" I asked provocatively. "Well, maybe not all flirting," she said with a smile. "Can I tell you something?" "Oh my God you're trans!" I said. "Very funny," she said, "No, it's about the shower again." "Yeah? What about it?" I said. "Are you into that sort dominance thing in the bedroom?" she asked. "Well," I said, "I want you to be able to be you when we get intimate, but yeah, I do like feeling like I can control what's happening. I don't want to control you, I just like being in charge." "That's good," she said, "Because I really liked being stretched by you in the shower; a lot more than I thought I was going too. It felt... cathartic to let myself be vulnerable to someone else. Especially since you make me feel safe." "Would you be up to feeling a little more... vulnerable?" I said as I reached across the table and stroked her cheek. Her breathe began to come s little heavier as she closed her eyes. "Yes," she breathed. Opening her eyes, she walked around the side of the table and leaned in for a kiss. I responded in kind, and I soon felt her warm hands on my waist again. I stood up and we began properly making out. I had on hand gently massaging her rear and another holding her neck for support. I felt her hands move up my body and find their way under my underwire and begin to trace the shape of my boobs. I shuddered into her soft lips as she traced my nipples and gave the occasional playful pinch or tug. We walked backward into the bedroom again, shuffling along, lost in each other's bodies and shedding the underwear we had just recently put on. I wondered if we would have to live naked if we started living together again. I also realized that I wanted to start living with her again. When we finally reached the bed, I gave on last push into her lips, and then broke off slightly. "I think I have something in that top drawer there that you'll come to enjoy quite a bit," I whispered into her ear. "Would you be a dear and get it out for me?" She sexily bent over, winking at me when she was about to open it and then looking confused. She turned to look at me as she pulled out a pillowcase. "Uh, sweetie, not that I'm questioning you, and I do think I could come to enjoy this color quite a bit, but-" she said. "Oh, uh, not that, the other thing in the drawer," I said. She looked into the drawer and giggled. "Yes, I think I could also come to enjoy this color," she said, as she pulled out a bright red strap on. "Honestly, I don't think you'll be seeing a terrible lot of the color," I said. "Why?" she said, puzzled. "Because it's going to be moving too fast!" I said. She giggled and rolled her eyes, tossing me the silicon dildo from where I lay on the bed. As I shimmied into it, she got out the bottle of lube I kept in the same drawer for just such an occasion. I got onto my knees and looked up, expecting Joanna to simply hand me the bottle. Instead, she bent over and the bed with straight legs, resting on her elbows, which gave me a magnificent view of her ass. While I drank in the sight of her derriere, she dripped some lube onto her hand and slipped it up and down the length of the shaft. Once the dildo was well lubricated, she worked her way up my body with kisses and caresses until she came to my face, where she pulled my into a passionate kiss. "Take me," she whispered into my lips, so close I could feel some of her breath float into my open mouth. "Stay bent over," I gently commanded, and after kissing her forehead, moved around behind her, tracing her curves as I did so. She looked back expectantly as I grabbed her by the hips. Slowly, I rocked her back onto the head of the dildo and held her there in tension for several seconds. "Don't be a tease," she said, shaking her butt in anticipation. "Put it in me." "I'll be a tease if I want to," I said impishly. "But I think I want to make you mine more." Slowly I pulled her back all the way until I felt her ass touch my thighs as she moaned approval. I waited for her body to adjust to the large dildo before I started to work it back and forth in her, slowly building up a tempo. I felt the end of the dildo rub against my clit in a lovely way as I the silicon slid back and forth. A Wives Tale Pt. 02 "Fuck me harder," she moaned as I began to pick up pace. "At least you remembered my name from last night," I said. She giggled in between her exclamations. I smiled at how cute she was as I kept up my pace, and soon her giggling proved to be infectious. After our giggling bout subsided, we both went back to moaning from the pleasure that we were both feeling from the dildo sliding in and out of her asshole. I watched her slick hole take the girth of the fake penis. "Your pretty good with that," she said between breathes. "Well, this ass is just begging to be fucked," I said as I gave it a good slap. She squeaked in pleasure and I threw in a smack occasionally as I rode her. Once I had established a good rhythm for screwing, I slid my hand underneath her, and began to stroke her as I pistoned into her body. Warmth radiated off of her smooth cock. I felt my hand become sticky with pre after just a couple strokes as I felt her thrusting back against my thighs as she grew more and more excited. "Oh shit," I said, "I should have asked before I touched your-" "It's fine," she panted, "I like- ungh- it. And it feels- mmmnngh! Really good!" Her breathing became rapid as I felt my own orgasm build. "I'm going to-" she said and then arched her back and shoved back hard into my body and held the dildo inside of her with a vacuum grip. I ground myself to orgasm against the edge of the dildo seconds later and we felt each other shuddering through the silicon, prolonging the orgasm. I felt her pump her load onto my hand and all over the bed below as I slowly stroked her throughout her convulsing. Eventually, we both came to rest, and I leaned over onto her sweaty body. After a few minutes rest, I slowly pulled the dildo out of her ass with a lovely pop. We both collapsed onto the bed. Sitting in our post coital bliss, I pulled her on top of me and put my arm over the top of her chest, claiming her as my personal human blanket. "So, I know this is little soon, and I did say I didn't want to rush into things, but..." I said, pausing to gather my courage. "Do you want to live together again?" "I think I could give it another go," she said. "Besides, I think we straightened out the problems in our relationship." I held her tighter and she appreciatively nuzzled my neck. I guess I didn't make a mistake marrying her. ***** A/N: Wow, thanks for the reviews guys! I enjoy any kind of review that points to a specific story element, either positive or negative, so please, leave more! Sorry the last chapter was so short, I swear I'm not trying to clutter up the main page with 8 million continuations of a story. I just wanted to post it and see if anybody liked my writing. Thanks for the support! On the other hand, I only planned for this to be a fairly short story, and really have nowhere else for the characters to go other "and then they had more happy sex and had normal lives", so this is likely going to be the last chapter of this particular story. Not that I have anything against marital bliss, I just don't find it particularly interesting to write about (fairly) static characters. On to other projects!