6 comments/ 14372 views/ 13 favorites Staying Together By: komrad1156 "I'm not sure further sessions will be of much use to either of you. After seeing both of you twice of week for two months, neither of you is any closer to resolving your concerns than we were when you first came to me." Dr. Nelson was good. She had the ability to examine a problem, bound it, and then dissect it into smaller pieces. She'd done that with both Rick and Emily after their first session in therapy with her. Yet in spite of her bests efforts, this problem was one neither she nor any other therapist could fix. "Let me recap starting with you, Emily. You came to me because you wanted to know if something was wrong with you. My answer to that is a resounding 'no' if you mean physically. Everything checks out. All of your hormone levels are well within the normal range. Physiologically, everything works as it should and intercourse is pain free. However, you say you have no desire for sex and your desire was to find out why. We've established the issue isn't having sex with Rick as this issue existed in your first marriage, as well. And now, in spite of your hopes and best efforts, nothing has changed. You've read books, watched videos, and added therapy to the list. Still, your level of interest in sex is zero. Am I pretty close to correct, Emily?" Emily sighed. "Unfortunately, you're exactly right except that you left out the feelings of guilt I have for not being able to meet my husband's needs. He's such a good man and he deserves better. I love him dearly but no matter how I approach this, I have no interest in intimacy of any kind, let alone sex. Granted, this 'hobby' thing of his doesn't make this any easier, but it is most definitely not the reason I don't want to have sex with him. It just makes something that's very difficult for me under the best of circumstances...impossible. I honestly don't care that he does it, I just don't want to participate in it." "Rick? You also came here asking me the same question. 'Is there something wrong with me?' As with Emily, there is nothing physically or physiologically wrong with you. You have a deep and abiding interest in something that is, in my professional opinion, neither wrong nor right. It simply is. We still don't know very much about what it is that causes a man to want to wear women's clothing but not actually become a woman. We understand transsexualism a LOT better than crossdressing. There are many theories about where and how it begins but precious few answers." Dr. Nelson turned to both of them. "As I see it, neither of you has a problem, per se. The issue is when the other person perceives there to be a problem and if so, how deep is the problem? Can it be mitigated or somehow reconciled in some way other than divorce? Both of you have told me repeatedly you still care for one another and neither of you wants a divorce and both of you have told me your Roman Catholic faith plays a very large role in that. Is that still true?" Both patients nodded in agreement. Her strict Roman Catholic upbringing meant divorce was out of the question. Rick was only nominally Catholic but the church's influence in his life was still very strong. He only attended mass maybe twice a year at Easter and Christmas while Emily was there at least once every week. Even so, his faith had consider influence on his decision to stay in a very difficult marriage. Divorce just wasn't a viable option for either one of them. But unless they could find a way ahead, it might be the only possible resolution to this exasperating impasse. Could God expect a man to live in a sexless marriage? That seemed like too much to ask of any man who wasn't a priest. It seemed...downright cruel. Emily had prayed for help thousands of times and yet nothing had changed. In fact, it had only gotten worse over time. "Then it appears we have a genuine dilemma. Many situations are erroneously called dilemmas when they're not because the solution is simple. It may be hard to implement, but it isn't complex. Take being overweight where no physical problem exists. The answer is easy: eat less and/or exercise more. It may be hard to do, but the solution is quite simple. In this case, divorce would normally be the easy answer after having come to a dead end at every turn in the road. Staying together presents us with a difficult problem. Here's how I see it: Rick wants and needs sex. Emily has no interest in that aspect of a marriage. Emily doesn't particularly like Rick's crossdressing but doesn't consider it what some call a 'deal breaker.' The question for the two of you is how do you get what you both want from this relationship without compromising who you are? That is, as they say, the sixty-four thousand dollar question and I can't answer it for you. Emily is absolutely unwilling to continue having sex pretending to enjoy it, and Rick is unwilling to give up crossdressing after years of, in his words, hiding it from Emily and himself. So we are at an impasse at least as far as therapy is concerned. You have many common interests and say you rarely ever disagree outside of these two areas. I'd like to ask each of you what you see as possible options since it is the two of you who will have to live with your decisions. This is the question you must answer and I'm assigning it as homework before our next session which, by the way, will be our last regardless of what you decide." Dr. Nelson paused then added, "That will be the case even should you choose to continue to do nothing. Either way, there just isn't anything left that I can offer the two of you. My best advice was and still is a divorce—something I have rarely ever suggested to any couple not plagued by violence or substance abuse. So the ball is, as they say, in your court." Dr. Nelson stood and as always, extended her hand to both Rick and Emily and wished them well. Neither said a word on the ride home. After all these hours spent in therapy, there just wasn't anything left to say. They were right back where they started on day one. In fact, they might actually be worse off in that Emily had taken a stand by saying she just wasn't going to keep doing something she had no interest in doing, while Rick had decided he was not going to give up crossdressing even it meant losing his marriage. The only good news was that they didn't have children who would be affected as a result of their separation should they eventually go down that road. For the thousandth time, Rick mulled over the facts. He loved his wife. He thought she was incredibly attractive. He had no interest in divorcing, dating, and starting over. They got along in every other area of their relationship except for one. Sex. But that one area was huge! It was always there like the proverbial 800-pound gorilla in the room. It typically sat there quietly minding its own business, but it was always there—lurking. Emily learned of his crossdressing about a year after they married. It was the one and only time she'd ever seen him dressed as a woman. She'd come home from her parents' a day early to surprise him but she was the one who got the surprise. Rick had quit crossdressing after he proposed to Emily. He'd tried to quit 3-4 times before but the urge always came back. This time, it stayed away for an entire year, the longest break he'd ever had from it. Like so many other men, he'd hoped getting married would cure him. But within six months of saying "I do" he once again found himself doing—it. He'd spent almost two hours primping and getting ready for an evening alone as Kelli, his female name for himself. Over the years, he'd become very skilled at makeup application and hairstyling. He'd squirreled away enough money to buy a human hair wig which he kept, along with his other female clothes and makeup, in a storage locker a few blocks from their home. Also working in his favor was his slight build. At 5' 7" and 135 pounds, Rick, who'd been a distance runner since junior high school, was roughly the size of an average woman and with the help of some specially designed computer-assisted padding he'd bought via the internet, he had the hips, ass, and an hourglass-like figure like one. Together with some top-of-the-line, C-cup silicone breast forms, Kelli had a very nice body. But by far, her best features were on her face. She had high cheekbones and the kind of Bradley Cooper-eyes and eyelashes both men and women found very sexy. As a kid, it bothered Rick whenever an older woman would say something about his eyes. "Oh, look at him! He looks like a little doll!" That used to embarrass the hell out of him. Now he was grateful for a trait he'd been born with; one that made his already very androgynous face look very feminine with the help of makeup that was properly applied. He was also fortunate in that he had a very light beard and his facial hair had a kind of blond color to it rather than the heavy, dark tint most men had. He was a very nice-looking guy who made an incredibly attractive woman, but men just didn't look like women without makeup no matter how they looked. Kelli's look had gradually improved over the years until she'd gotten to the point where she honestly thought she could definitely pass as a woman in public—as long as she didn't have to speak. Her voice was most definitely masculine, but she was aware of that and had done a fair amount of work on it each time she made an appearance. With the help of some internet videos, she'd gone from horrible to not bad at all in terms of a more feminine-sounding voice. This night was by far the best Kelli had ever looked! Rick didn't consider himself to be "her" until he carefully placed the styled wig on his head after getting dressed and fully applying his makeup. It was that crowing act that always brought on that...feeling. It was indescribable. It was—heavenly. It was—delicious. It was especially so as he gently placed the crown of the wig on his head then gently moved the long hair to the side and back. Even before combing it out smoothly, he was dumbstruck by what he saw. He instantly became...her. "Oh, my God! I really do look like a woman," she thought to herself. "You are beautiful, Kelli!" she said out loud. And the truth was, she did look beautiful. After a couple of minutes of smoothing the hair he'd had up in rollers, Rick—Kelli—was utterly stunned at what she saw. Long, wavy, dark hair cascaded onto Kelli's shoulders showcasing a heart-shaped face that was perfectly made up from the eyebrows drawn on using a custom-designed template to the long false eyelashes and perfectly blended colors of eye shadow to the dark red lips and perfectly blended foundation, beard cover, and blush. Long silver earrings dangled from her ears. They perfectly matched the silver necklace with the pendant she wore around her neck. Her size C silicone breast forms perfectly filled out the sheer white bra she wore underneath the beautiful long-sleeved white sweater dress she adored so much. A shimmery but otherwise nude pair of pantyhose made her thin legs look great all the way into the white, three-inch open-toed heels she was wearing. The heels gave her calves that certain 'pop' she needed and loved looking at. A silver watch and faux diamond ring on her left ring finger looked amazing in contrast to the nails painted the same deep shade of red as her lipstick. Both were glossy and shiny and Kelli felt like she might pass out from being overwhelmed by it all. The last couple of times she was allowed to visit, Kelli had found herself looking on line. Okay, that wasn't all that unusual. She loved to shop for pretty clothes, shoes, or jewelry, but these last two times her browsing had taken a different turn. Although it was completely new to her, she wasn't overly concerned about it. After all, she was a woman, right? And didn't women find handsome men attractive? Rick loved his wife and he still enjoyed checking out any woman he saw who caught his attention. Sure, he was checking out her clothes, hair, and makeup, but he definitely found cute women to be attractive to him. He knew from the research he'd done that most male crossdressers were strictly heterosexual, but it was beginning to become rather obvious that Kelli preferred men. She hadn't given much thought to the possibility of being with other women, but that wasn't nearly as appealing. Kelli was very aware this newly discovered interest in handsome men was growing and growing fast—almost as fast as the thing between her legs which reminded her she was only a part-time girl. For the next two hours she reveled in being Kelli. It felt so good, so right, to spend time in her female persona. Rick liked being a man but he wanted...no, he needed, time to be Kelli every few days or so. Waiting weeks at a time for Emily to leave was more than he could stand, but he didn't have the courage to tell Emily about—her. So she came to visit whenever Emily was away. Tonight, Kelli was enjoying a glass of white wine and scrolling through the profiles of the many good-looking men on her favorite dating site. She'd gotten up the nerve to take some photos of herself using a tripod and a timer and several were definitely good enough to use on a site like this. Kelli did have a conscience and she had to admit it was wrong to claim to be female when she only looked female. But the large number of responses that awaited her every time she logged on sent that same familiar feeling through every time she saw the list of new emails. This time, there were over 70 of them and at least 20 or so were from guys she found to be extremely good looking. Another 25-30 were nice-looking guys while the rest were from men she found unattractive. Kelli always had an equally strong but negative feeling wash over her when she realized she couldn't respond to any of them. But a girl could dream, couldn't she? She was sifting through the new emails and having an exceptionally enjoyable evening until she heard the front door open a few minutes past 7 o'clock. At first, the sound didn't register. She knew it couldn't be Emily. She never came home early. And yet... "Rick? Honey? I'm home. Mom and Dad had to change their vacation by a day so they left for Las Vegas this morning and I headed back. Honey? You here?" Kelli had panicked. She couldn't possibly get upstairs because the stairs where between the study where she was and the entrance Emily just came through. She could wait for Emily to go upstairs and then leave the house but there was no way she could get all the makeup off. Even if she could, Rick would have to come home naked like Walter White in his so-called fugue state on Breaking Bad. There was really no choice but to face the music. She decided to make the most of it so she walked out to the living room, sat down, and crossed her legs. She picked up a magazine and was thumbing through it when Emily walked in. "Rick? Where in the hell are you? Your car is in the garage and this house isn't that big. You're not upstairs, you weren't in the kitchen, so that leaves the living room and the stud..." Emily screamed. "Who are you and how did you get into my house?" She stopped then said, "Are you fucking my husband? You BITCH! Who are you? I should have known!" Just then, Kelli put down the magazine and said in Rick's voice, "Hi, honey." Her eyes opened wide as he added, "Surprise?" "Oh, Jesus! Rick? What in the world? Why are you...What are you...Oh, my God! What is wrong with you? Why are you doing...this?" Kelli/Rick started to answer when Emily threw up her hands and said, "Never mind. I don't want to hear it. Just get out of that...ridiculous...costume...and...and I don't know what else. Just go change. My God! What is wrong with you?" Emily glared as Kelli walked by. She was also staring. She would later confess she was still unable to process that her husband could look like—that. He really did look like a woman and even after he spoke, it took Emily a couple of seconds to process what was going on. She could now see this 'woman' was her husband, but as much as she hated to admit it, that 'woman' was actually very pretty and worst of all—she looked so much like a real woman that Emily couldn't initially tell. Had she seen this version of Rick in public she honestly wouldn't have known it was a man. She'd only see two other crossdressers in her life, and both of them had looked like men in dresses. She even remembered feeling kind of sorry for them. But Rick looked...amazing. Thirty minutes later he came back downstairs and found Emily having what looked like a second glass of wine. Without looking up she asked, "How long has that been going on?" He was 30 and she was 28. Rick said, "For nearly all of my life." "Does anyone else know? Does anyone we know know about this, this thing you do?" "No. No one else knows," Rick said quietly. "Why do you do it?" she asked. "I can't really explain why. It's just something I find enjoyable. I have since the first time I tried it." "Did your mom know?" Emily asked as she finally turned to look at him. "Yes," Rick told her honestly. "At least I'm pretty sure she did. In fact, I can't imagine how she couldn't have known. I mean, I could never put her things back exactly the way I found them, and women tend to notice that kind of thing. So she had to know, but she never once mentioned as long as she was alive." "Knowing about this isn't going to make things any easier for me," she said ruefully. "It's already a battle royal every time you want to...you know." Emily had a hard time even saying 'make love' let along something like 'sex' or God forbid, 'fuck.' Rick had asked once if she'd ever been molested as a little girl and Emily got extremely defensive and said unequivocally, "NO! Never. And don't you ever ask me that again!" So he hadn't. But if that were true, what could possibly account for a young, healthy, attractive woman having no interest in sex? Dr. Nelson's best answer came in the form of an analogy. "Rick? You enjoy distance running and you told me you run 5-10 miles four or five day a week. Emily? You shared with me how you have no interest in any kind of exercise. So my question is this: Do either of you think the other is odd, strange, weird, or abnormal because of how they feel about exercise? One wants it 4-5 days a week while the other wants none." Both patients admitted their was nothing unusual about either one's level of interest in exercise. "So why then, would it be 'abnormal' for someone not to want to have sex?" was the real question. Rick had to admit she had a valid point. He didn't like admitting it, but it was true nonetheless. It also didn't help knowing Emily was far from being the only patient Dr. Nelson had seen over the years who felt that way. While it was a small percentage, there were many women (and a very tiny number of men) just had no interest in sex whatsoever. The tension created by the huge disparity in sexual desire had led them to finally see a therapist in hopes they might mind some way to find a little bit of relief. Rick from the relentless build-up of sexual pressure and Emily from what seemed to her to be his endless need for it. So they went and here they were no better off than they were before they entered counseling. The following morning, Rick went out for a 15-mile run. He didn't usually run more than ten, but this was the only means available to him to break through the stress at home. He kept a sub-7:30 pace for the entire run and the rush of endorphins was amazing. It would last for several hours and give him some much-needed relief from the endless stress and tension in the house. Rick showered and came down to make something to eat. They still hadn't said a word to each other since they left therapy when Emily suddenly said, "Can we talk?" "Yeah, sure. Do you mind if I make something to eat while we talk? I can fix you something, too, if you'd like." Staying Together "No thanks," she said. "I had half a bagel while you were out." Rick puttered around getting things ready as Emily said, "I've been thinking about this situation and I may have come up with a solution I can live with, but it has to work for you, too." "I'm willing to listen to anything because we can't go on living like this." Emily motioned for him to sit across from her. Rick took a seat and waited for Emily to speak. "You have no idea how guilty I feel about you know...not being able to meet your needs. Until we met Dr. Nelson, I felt something ever deeper. Shame. The good news, for me at least, is I no longer feel ashamed because I understand there's nothing wrong with me. I'm just not interested in sex or anything even related to sex. The bad news is you're not getting any of what you want and need. You have to have an outlet of some kind. So...I guess what I'd like to know is...well, do you want to...you know...have a kind of girlfriend or mistress or something on the side?" Rick shook his head and said, "No. Absolutely not. I mean, I really like sex and I miss having it, but I don't want an affair. And in case you're wondering, I've never had one. I've been completely faith..." Emily put her hand up and said, "Rick. I've never once had so much as a single thought that you've cheated on me. And before now, I have to say that had I found you were, I probably would have filed for divorce even though I'd have no one to blame but myself. Look, you're not a monk or a priest or whatever. You're a man and you have...needs. I understand that. And I tried, Rick. I really did try. And you need to understand if there was any way I could do this for you, I would. But it's like asking me to run a 10k with you. I'd HATE it. I don't like running. I don't really even care for walking." She was relieved Rick smiled because as lame as it was, that was an attempt to lighten the mood. Emily was very small and in spite of her total lack of interest in exercise of any kind, she'd likely to live well into her '80s as all of her grandparents had. He'd probably be the one to die of heart attack in his 40's during a run like the late Jim Fixx. "Em. We already know all of this. You offered me a mistress—which I don't want—so that's that. I'm not trying to be mean, but we've been over this a thousand times." "Maybe a part of me just needed to be reassured that you don't want to sleep with another woman because no matter how hurtful this is—and I accept my portion of the blame for it—I would still be very hurt if I knew you were, you know...doing that." "Well, there's no need to be concerned. I'm not cheating and have no such intentions." He waited for a few moments then said, "Is that it?" Emily hesitated then said, "No, that's not everything. I've been thinking about this...about us...and I want to suggest something. I'm sure you know what Tri-S is." "Sure. It's a support group for crossdressers and their wives." Rick was a little uncomfortable that Emily knew about that. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he knew better than to think she was offering him support in the form of attending meetings in public. "I've been talking to someone on line. Her husband...did this...and he didn't tell her about it before they were married, either." "Em, that was my fault and I'm so sorry..." "Rick, it's okay. That's water under the bridge. The point is she and I share that as well as several other things in common. Unfortunately, they couldn't save their marriage which, according to her, didn't end primary because of...that." Emily still couldn't bring herself to say crossdressing. "At any rate, she suggested something I wouldn't have been open to before therapy but now am. As she...and I...understand it, this...thing...of yours...is a kind of...sexual thrill for some men. You know, just the act of wearing women's clothing. For some, it may not be and I honestly don't know how you feel about it. I still don't understand it, but like so many other things, I have to accept it's a fact of life for some people and because I do love you and care about you, and you say you enjoy doing it, I have to accept it's a part of who you are and that's it not going to magically go away. I don't think I could get involved in it with you, but well, if you want to do it here at home, maybe we could work something out." Rick couldn't believe what he was hearing. The subject of crossdressing had only come up once since she "caught" him and it wasn't during therapy. Emily mentioned in during a particularly um...passionate discussion about their problem area. She'd referred to it as his "disgusting little hobby" as a way of letting him know she felt about it. So hearing her say this was a sea change; a monumental shift in her outlook on crossdressing if he was understanding her correctly. He didn't comment, he just waited for her to go on. "What I was thinking was maybe you could do this downstairs while I stay upstairs. I can sew and watch TV or talk on the phone or whatever while you do whatever it is you do down here." "I'd love that but I have to say I'm well...shocked...to hear you say this. Why the sudden change in attitude, Em?" "It isn't really all that 'sudden', Rick. I've been searching for a compromise of some kind for a some time and until I started talking to Gabby, my on-line friend, this wasn't something I could even entertain as a possibility. As incredibly odd as wanting to do...that...seems to me, it also seems quite harmless if I can tolerate it. I mean, as long as you weren't doing it out in public, I think I could handle this." Emily sat quietly for a moment then added, "Although after seeing you that one time, I have to tell you I honestly wouldn't have known you weren't a woman. I think the fact that you looked SO convincing bothered me at some level, too. I know that sounds irrational, but it's how I felt so, you know—it is what it is." Rick hated that saying, but he had to admit there were times when it summed something up rather succinctly. This was one such case. Emily couldn't explain why she felt that way, but she did. End of story. "Once I got serious about finding an alternative to sex for you, I also had to admit you must have spent quite a bit of time...practicing? I know how long it took me to get good at doing my own makeup and just that realization helped me understand how much it must mean to you. Then there's coordinating clothes, shoes, and bags as well as accessorizing. I also have to admit you seemed to have all that down pat, too. No one spends that much time on something if it isn't important to them." She looked away for a while, then said, "So I decided to offer you one of two things: either a girlfriend-mistress or your...hobby thing. Since you don't want a girlfriend—thank God—then I want to offer you this. You always wanted to have sex at least twice a week so as much as I don't like the idea of you looking like...me...I can't stand to think of you not having something to look forward to that's well, sexual in nature. So maybe you could do this two times a week instead. Does that sound okay to you?" Rick was incredibly grateful for her offer, and Emily stood by it allowing Rick the freedom to be Kelli twice a week starting at 6pm until he went to bed. The only restriction was Emily didn't want to see him dressed up. They worked something out so that he could keep his female clothing and makeup in the small, spare bedroom downstairs. If Emily needed something from the kitchen, she'd just call down and let him know she was coming downstairs and Kelli would stay put until she left. It worked very well for both of them, and for the next three months or so, the pressure cooker finally had a release valve. Rick no longer felt resentment toward his wife, and she was relieved he was no longer asking her for sex. Things were going so well that Emily told him she wanted to talk about another possibility. In her mind, she still felt twinges of guilt because Rick was such a good guy. He was kind, caring, and an excellent provider. Sure, it had initially been a huge sacrifice on her part to allow this in the house but the rewards had been substantial. She hoped this would be good not only for Rick but to further soothe her conscience. "Honey? I was thinking. Things seem to be a lot better now that you're free to...you know." "Definitely. It's made a huge difference. I've gone from feeling frustrated to grateful. I've tried to let you know how thankful I am but in case I haven't told you often enough, it means a lot to me, Em. Thank you." Emily was so touched she put her arms around Rick and held him. "I'm so sorry things are the way they are. I do love you and no matter how hard it is for me to show you, I hope you know that." "Same here, Em," he told her as he held her close. "So what's on your mind?" They released one another and Emily said, "Gabby was telling me how important is for um...people who um...do what you do to um...have a friend to share it with. So I was wondering if maybe you might want to have someone come over who's into...this and you know, enjoy being with you. If there was someone you trusted to be discrete—I mean, I would die if people found out—but you should have someone else to well...be yourself with. If you don't know anyone you could maybe kind of put out some feelers—discreetly—on the internet and meet them and see if they could be trusted. If so, maybe you could have a...what? Like a date-night kind of thing? You can't be the only man in a city like Seattle who enjoys this activity, right?" "Wow. I don't even know what to say. I'm as shocked at this as I was the night you told me it would be okay for me to, as you say, 'do my thing' in the house. Are you really sure you're okay with me having a guy here?" "I think so. I mean, if he's as into what you're into as you are, then it might be nice for you to have someone to spend time with. It has to get old just sitting around by yourself. Gabby said she did this for her husband, and it really made a big difference. I guess he even volunteered to clean up the house if he could dress like a French maid." She looked at Rick and said, "You don't want do that, do you?" Rick managed not to laugh but said, "No. True me. That's never been an interest of mine. I just like wearing the stuff I like." "I know, I know. Sweaters and skirts and heels. It all makes so much sense now. You wanted me to dress like that so you could see the woman you wanted to be, right?" "Um, well, part-time anyway. I have no desire whatsoever to actually be a woman. For whatever reasons I can't explain, I find dressing as a woman to be about as thrilling as anything I've ever done. Maybe the most thrilling. And let me just say, I've been perfectly content just being able to do this without sneaking around and now you're being so great to offer me this, too. All I can say is I'm really grateful for that, Em. I still can't really believe this is okay with you." "Rick, I'm not gonna beat this dead horse again. You know how much guilt I feel not being able to meet your needs and if someone else can help in any way, then, well, it would make me feel a whole lot better. I know you'll be very careful and respect my wishes so please, go ahead and invite a friend over or start looking for one. If it doesn't work out, then you can try again with someone else. Just please, please be discreet, okay?" The next opportunity Rick had to be Kelli, she took several pictures of herself wearing three different outfits then posted them on a crossdressing-friendly site. By the next morning there were half a dozen responses. One was from someone who was 65 years old who looked like Helen Thomas in a wig, another from someone who was about 6' 4" and 275lbs who didn't like anyone or anything Rick had ever seen, the third was a picture a huge dick asking if Kelli wanted to suck it, and the other two were from 'girls' who lived in other states. One of them was actually very cute and reasonably passable, but the distance was an insurmountable problem. Kelli or Rick checked the site each day for a week and finally found one 'girl' from Tacoma who was about the same age but definitely not passable and for whatever reason, being passable was really important to Kelli. Maybe it was snobbish, but she couldn't change how she felt. There was no hurry to find someone, so as replies came in, they were looked at and discarded until at about the two-week mark, Kelli read a response that interested her very much. It contained a very polite email along with three pictures of a guy who was around 40, very good looking, single, and looking for a friend like Kelli. His name was Ryan and he wrote: "Dear Kelli, I've been looking for someone like you for the last year or so since my divorce, but it seems impossible to find someone who is intelligent, classy, and very attractive. Your photos are incredible. I love your soft, feminine style. You are obviously all three of those things and it would be a real pleasure to have the opportunity to meet you and then perhaps spend some time together. I am a gentleman in every respect and will treat you exactly the way I would treat any other beautiful, desirable woman. I want you to know I am completely understanding of your need to be discrete, and that is as important to me as it is to you. I'm sure you're more aware of this than I'll ever be, but I'd like to say your wife is a very understanding woman for allowing you to have a friend. I'm not sure how uncomfortable it will be knowing she's home with us, but I would honored if that friend might be me. I look forward to meeting you. Ryan." Kelli was so excited she found herself almost shaking as she typed her response. "Dear Ryan. Thank you so much for your very thoughtful and kind reply. I appreciate you being so honest and open about your feelings and for understanding the need for discretion. I would love to meet you. My 'agreement' allows me to be Kelli twice a week. I can choose the days. Please let me know when you'd like to meet. I am anxiously awaiting your reply. Love, Kelli." Her heart was beating like a drum as she hit the Return button on her keyboard. In less than ten minutes she had another response. "Hi, beautiful! Would it be possible to see you Saturday evening? If so, please let me know what time and where to meet you. Warmest regards, Ryan." Kelli had spent quite a bit of time working on her female voice each time she had the opportunity to dress up and thought she was getting pretty good at it. She decided to send him her cell phone number so they could talk first and get better acquainted. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang. It was Ryan. Kelli was shaking as she slid the button on her phone to accept the call. They talked for almost half an hour before agreeing to meet around 7:30. They'd had a very pleasant chat which was very reassuring. Kelli felt very comfortable inviting him to her home so she texted him her address and told him again how much she was looking forward to meeting him. And she was indeed very excited. The next morning Rick told Emily he'd met someone he was interested in having over for the evening. Emily told him, "I think that's wonderful! Are you two going to have dinner together or just sit and talk or... I guess that's none of my business, is it? I'm just glad you have someone you can do this with. Speaking of friends, I'm going to get together with Gabby this week sometime. We seem to have a lot of things in common. She reminds me a little bit of Dr. Nelson in that she's just so insightful. She's given me such good advice and she really makes me think. I haven't really had a best friend since Veronica moved to California, and Gabby has the potential to be my new Veronica. So I'm just glad both of us are making friends and that things at home are better." "I'm really glad to hear that, Em. You need to have friends, too. I hope you guys hit it off in person like you have on line whenever you do get together." Kelli was unbelievably excited as she got ready. She chose a very pretty, charcoal gray, long-sleeved sweater with a ribbed look and a black pencil skirt that fell to just above her knees with 3" open-toed heels. She loved the high-waisted look of a pencil skirt. It had a very thin black-colored belt at the waist which accentuated her her figure. She went back and forth on what jewelry to wear and finally settled on a chunky, silver necklace with matching earrings. Her hair and makeup were as good as she'd ever seen them as she took a final look in the mirror at exactly 7 o'clock. She felt like she was living in a dream. Here she was wearing beautiful women's clothes, perfume, jewelry, a lacy bra and panty set, stockings and heels and a handsome man was coming to see her. And best of all, Emily had encouraged it! The doorbell shocked her back to reality. "I got it!" she called out in Rick's voice. On the way to the door she reminded herself not to make that mistake with Ryan. She loved the sound of her heels clicking on the tile in the foyer as she approached the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Ryan's handsome face looking to the side as he waited. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Just as she'd practiced a dozen times earlier, she said, "Ryan? Hi! It's so good to meet you! Please come in!" Ryan stepped inside as Kelli closed the door behind him. She stood facing him and could see the door to Emily's room upstairs above them. Ryan was holding a dozen red roses and handed them to Kelli. "These are you for you, Kelli." "Oh, my gosh! They're so pretty! Thank you, Ryan. I love them!" she said as she took them from him. Just then she noticed the double doors upstairs open slightly. She could see Emily peeking through the crack in the doors and she was talking on her phone. While she was looking up, Ryan surprised her by kissing her hello—on the lips! Kelli saw Emily look out of the door as Ryan kissed her. Emily's eyes opened wide and Kelli saw her say something to whoever was on the phone. Kelli wanted to stop him but she was so caught up in being a woman she couldn't. She even found herself closing her eyes and kissing him back for the briefest of moments. As she opened her eyes, she saw Emily still looking at them before she quickly closed the door and disappeared back into the bedroom. For the first time, Kelli realized she'd almost certainly misunderstood what Emily meant by a 'date.' Her blood ran cold as she thought about Emily's reaction. Then again, she realized she'd really, really enjoyed being kissed by a good-looking man, so if Emily was upset, it was a price Kelli was willing to pay. She just hoped there wouldn't be a scene while Ryan was there. "That was a pleasant surprise," Kelli said with a bright smile. "So were the roses. I'll go put them in some water in the kitchen. Come with me, okay? I'm making dinner for us tonight. I hope you like baked chicken with roasted potatoes and green beans." "Sounds perfect!" he said. "And you look sensational, by the way. I really do love your style." The two of them talked about everything under the sun from global warming to information technology to military history. Ryan was a very well-educated professional and could hold his own on any topic and he was equally impressed with Kelli's ability to do the same.There was also a lot of laughter, smiles, and a kind of romantic tension between them. Kelli had felt like this since...since...the honeymoon with Emily? After dinner, she poured them both a second glass of wine and invited him to sit with her on the couch. After a lengthy discussion on legal vs illegal immigration of all things, Ryan said, "I have to say you are a very amazing woman, Kelli. I can't remember ever talking to anyone so interesting in many years. You're intelligent, interesting, and very beautiful." Staying Together "I'm having a wonderful time myself, Ryan. It's been a very long time since I've enjoyed myself this much with anyone." She paused, looked down, and then back at Ryan as she said quietly, "And I think you're a very handsome man." Kelli smiled warmly as she said that and her heart skipped a beat when Ryan took Kelli's wine glass and set it next to his on the coffee table. He turned toward her and said, "I've been wanting to kiss you again, all night. Would that be okay?" Kelli's heart was about to beat out of her chest. She'd been kissed by a man for the first time in her life just over an hour ago, and now this handsome man wanted to kiss her again. Every fiber of her being ached for him as she said softly, "I'd like that very much." She closed her eyes as Ryan leaned over and kissed her again. Unlike the first kiss, this one was open-mouthed. At least, that's how it started. Within moments, tongues become intertwined followed by each of them wrapping their arms around one another. After perhaps a minute or so, Ryan leaned back and put his hand on Kelli's cheek. "Would it be inappropriate to tell you I'd very much like to do more than kiss you? I don't suppose it would be possible to do anything more than that with your wife upstairs, would it?" he asked as he stroked her pretty face. Kelli was lost in excitement. She knew she should tell him 'no' but found herself unable to do so. "I'd love to do more. In fact," she said as she ran her long nails across his face, "there's something else I'd very much like to do with you if we can be quiet," she whispered. "I'd like that very much," he whispered back. Kelli ran her hand down his chest as she kissed him. She let it wander until it reached the large bulge in his crotch she was hoping to find. Ryan groaned as she ran her hand back and forth across it. "Mmmm. That feels so nice," she said as she began unbuckling his pants. She quickly unzipped them before kneeling down between his legs. She pulled his pants down then reached up and found his growing cock inside his boxers. "Mmmm. I love that," she said quietly. Ryan lifted up so she could slide them down. Kelli had never done this before but she knew exactly what to do. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick cock, her pretty red nails showing as she did. Without taking her eyes off of his, she lowered her soft, full, dark red lips onto the head of his shaft and took it into her warm mouth. "Oh, God!" he whispered. "That feels amazing, Kelli." She put her other hand under his balls and cradled them as she slowly lowered her head. As she did, she pushed with her tongue while sucking hard with her lips. She pushed gently as his balls in just the way Rick liked his to be played with during sex from a lifetime ago when that happened with Emily. Ryan groaned as Kelli's beautiful face went up and down on his rock-hard cock. Kelli had never been more excited in her life. She'd been dreaming about this for several weeks but never thought it would actually happen and especially not in her own home with Emily upstairs. She was so absorbed in what she was doing she never heard the sound of feet in the kitchen. As she increased the speed and intensity of her actions, Ryan was moaning and trying not to be too loud. "I'm ready to cum," he told Kelli very quietly. She didn't stop. She sucked his cock harder and deeper. "Kelli, I'm gonna cum. You better pull back, baby." Kelli had no intention of doing any such thing as Ryan's body tensed. Kelli stayed right with him and held him tight in her mouth as she shot stream after stream of warm, salty cum into her mouth. Kelli kept her eyes on his as he finished then swallowed all of him before she licked and kissed his cock clean. She sat next to him and waited for him to kiss her. "That was amazing," she told him. "Yes, it was," he said. "You are amazing." They sat quietly next to one another just softly kissing each other and holding one another close. Finally Ryan asked, "Can I see you again?" "Of course. Is next weekend okay?" They agreed to meet Friday around the same time. The next morning Emily had coffee ready and handed Rick a cup when he came in. "So did you have a nice time last night?" she asked. "Um, yeah. It was great," he said as he took his cup without looking at her. "So what did he change into last night? What kind of women's clothes does Ryan like wearing?" she asked. "I mean, you knew that's what I had in mind, right?" she said without any hint of anger. "Um, well. I thought you said you wanted me to have a date and I guess I understood that to mean um...well... Are you upset?" "I was at first. I know you saw me looking down at you when he showed up. I wanted to see if he came here dressed in men's or women's clothes so you can imagine my surprise when he not only wasn't dressed like you but that he had no bag with him. I was even more surprised to see he brought flowers. For you. And then he kissed you! I was so shocked I didn't even know what to say." "Em, I'm really sorry. I honestly thought by a date you meant..." "Rick, I'm not angry, okay? I was talking to Gabby and I was telling her what was happening as it unfolded. She not only kept me from being hurt and upset, she helped me understand myself better. I really didn't know who I was all these years until last night. When I saw you with...him...and when Gabby explained it all to me, it suddenly became very clear. And I wasn't trying to spy on you, but I had to get something from the kitchen so I um...saw what happened." Rick started to say something but Emily stopped him. "It's fine, Rick. After all, I'm certainly not providing for your needs so...someone needs to. I'm not upset at all. I promise." "Oh, my God. Em. I'm so..." "It's fine, Rick. Really. I'm the one who suggested this so I have no one to blame but myself. And now that Gabby's helped put all this in perspective, I won't even use the word 'blame.' I'm actually grateful you misunderstood me. She and I are having drinks at her place tonight, by the way." "Look, Em. I never met for any of this to happen. I just got so caught up in..." "In being pretty? And feminine? It's okay. I'm really not upset. Are you having him over again? It's okay if you are." "Next Friday if that's all right." "It's perfect," she told him. "This is all very new to both us and if we're going to work this out, we're going to have make some major adjustments. I'm not saying it's going to be easy. It won't be. But if we're going to stay married, we have to accept a new reality, as it were. I'm working on processing it all from my perspective and I'm sure this is all very new and confusing for you, too. In fact, I'm going to be making some changes myself and I hope you'll be as accommodating as I've been." "I want to be supportive, Em. I'm not sure what kind of changes you have in mind, but I want you to be happy, too," Rick told her honestly. Emily finished her coffee and said, "Does that mean you're happy?" "Yeah. I am. For the first time in a very long while I really am happy. Is that mean to say considering what it is that's making me happy?" Emily smiled and said, "No, not at all. I really am thankful you have something you enjoy doing and someone you enjoy doing it with. I mean that, Rick." Emily didn't get in until well after midnight and Rick didn't see her until the next morning. As usual, she was downstairs first having a cup of coffee. When he walked in, he did a double take. "Wow! That's really short!" "What do you think?" she asked. Her hair was cut almost as short as his and she wasn't wearing any makeup for the first time he could remember. Nor was she wearing her silk robe which was the one and only thing she wore every single morning. This day, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. "New look?" he asked. "It is. Gabby cut my hair for me. You didn't tell me what you think about it." "Um, well, it's very different. It's very new. It's very unlike you. I guess all that really matters is whether you like it." He paused for a moment then asked, "Does Gabby have anything to do with this new look by any chance?" Emily smiled and said, "Uh, huh. Very much so." "Well, as you said, I'm glad you have a new friend in your life. I'd like to meet her sometime." "I could arrange that," she said with another smile. They didn't discuss Saturday evening again that week until Friday evening. At about 5 o'clock both of them got home from work and Emily said, "I know you need to get ready for your date, but before you do, I want to show you something, okay?" She headed up to the master bedroom then called for Rick to come up. He pushed open the door and said, "Okay. What's to see?" Emily had just finished setting things on the bed as she said, "Which one do you want to wear tonight?" Rick was stunned. He looked at Emily who smiled and said, "I know we wear the same size and I won't be wearing these anymore so I want you to have them. Do you like them?" "They're gorgeous, Em." She'd set out three outfits for him to choose from. The first was a matching iced pink skirt and sweater set with a low scoop neck. The second was a black sweater with a khaki colored skirt and the third was a light blue cashmere sweater with a navy blue skirt? "So? Which one do you want to wear for your handsome boyfriend tonight?" "I like them all, but what do you mean you won't be wearing them anymore? These are my favorite outfits of yours." "Well, they're yours now, Rick. I don't think dresses and skirts and pretty sweaters are the kinds of things I ever want to wear again. Gabby likes to dress like that and she's beautiful when she's all dressed up. But she prefers a very different look in someone she's...dating." Rick looked at her and noticed she was doing the same to him. She was waiting for a reaction. It took Rick some time but it slowly began to don on him. "Dating. Okay. So the very short haircut, the jeans, the leather jacket and this giving away of your feminine looking clothes. I'm a little slow on the uptake, but I think I understand." "Are you okay with this?" she asked. "I mean, do you think you can accept me for who I am?" "Does this mean you and Gabby are um...romantically involved?" Emily hesitated before saying, "Yes. I...I think I may even be in love with her, Rick." She watched her husband carefully for any sign that might indicate he was angry or hurt. "So does this mean you want a divorce, Em?" "No! Not at all. I don't see any reason for that. At least not now. Maybe someday marriage for gays and lesbians will be allowed in America, but it probably never will within the church. Even in terms of the government, I don't see that happening anytime soon. Maybe someday but not now. So if you're okay with this, I'd like us to date other people but keep living together and share expenses and what not." She waited for a moment then asked, "Is that okay with you?" "My head is spinning like crazy, Em. I just realized a few weeks ago I'm really attracted to good-looking men and Ryan's visit opened up a whole new world for me. Now, less than a week later, I'm learning my wife is also gay and has a girlfriend. And I guess this means you're the um..." "Dyke? That's fair. I'm okay with that word. When Gabby and I started talking, I still didn't know who I was. She helped me understand that the reason sex was such a...chore...for me wasn't that I had a problem. It was that I wasn't attracted to men. My religious upbringing repressed my real self making it impossible for me to even think I might be attracted to women. Then when Gabby told me she only came out during the divorce process, it all came cascading down on me at once. I knew I liked her...a lot... as a friend. But at that moment I found myself wanting to be...with her." "So were you? With her?" "No. I mean, we did kiss a lot, but there was nothing more than that. We just spent hours talking and over the course of the evening it became clear she was the more feminine partner and well...I can't tell you how excited it made me thinking about being you know...like her...husband. That's when I asked her to cut my hair. She told to wait and think it over. To talk it over with you. I told her I was tired of waiting; that I knew exactly what I wanted and that I was sure you'd understand. I found myself truly empathizing with you and how you must be feeling. I'm not a man, but I already love being...masculine. And I really Iove how my...girlfriend...wow, I can't believe I'm saying that...is so feminine and pretty. And honestly? As crazy as it sounds, so is my husband. Isn't this just insane?" "Insanely wonderful," Rick said. "I have to tell you I'm having a hard time understanding all of this at once, but I have to say it's very exciting and as long as you're happy, well, so am I, Em." "I'm very happy, Rick. And I feel so relieved that you're not angry at me and that you have someone who accepts you for who you are. In fact, if you'd like to grow your own hair out that would be fine with me." Emily moved next to him and said, "So all of these are yours now. Which one do you want to wear tonight to look pretty for your very dashing boyfriend? Oh, and I want to do you nails for you when you get ready tonight. Is that okay?" "That would be amazing but that means you'll have so see me, you know..." "Dressed up? That's fine, Rick. I don't mind at all now. In fact, you're welcome to wear whatever you like anytime you like. I have no intention of ever wearing a dress or skirt again. This is the new me. And you need to be free to be yourself at all times. Deal?" "Wow. This is unbelievable," Rick said. "Yes, deal. Definitely." Emily was standing right beside him as she said, "So it would make me very happy if you would choose one of these and get dressed so I can do your nails for you. Would you do that for me, please?" He hadn't seen Emily like this in a very long time. She was friendly, happy, and...sweet. Before he could say anything Emily said, "I love the pink. I think you would look so pretty in pink. You have such pretty blue eyes. Don't you agree?" "Yeah, it's my favorite, too. I'll go get ready then come back up here, okay?" "Sounds perfect. Oh, by the way. What name do you call yourself when you're...her?" Emily smiled a warm, genuine smile. "Kelli," he said sheepishly. "That's a beautiful name. I like it. It suits you. Okay, when Kelli is ready, have her come up here and we'll put a couple of coats of pretty pink polish on her nails. And before I forget, I have a matching tube of wet lipstick for her, too." Rick had his human-hair wig up in rollers all day so it only took him a little over an hour to get ready. He had a pair of 4" pink heels he thought he'd never get to wear and was thrilled to let Kelli finally wear them. She absolutely adored the soft, pretty, pink sweater and short pink skirt. Her heels were a perfect match for both. She chose a double strand of pearls and matching earrings along with a set of white bangles to wear on her right wrist. She loved the sound they made as she moved around. Girls got to do so many fun things like that which guys never got to experience. All she needed was to have her nails done and apply her lipstick. "Em? Can I come in? Kelli asked in Rick's voice. "Sure but you better have a more convincing voice than that for tonight," she teased. Kelli walked in and Emily said, "Oh, my God! I forgot what you look like. Jesus! You are freakin' gorgeous. I should be jealous but... Anyway, let's get your nails done, shall we?" Emily spent the next 20 minutes or so carefully painting her husband's nails then finished by applying a smooth, even coat of wet, shiny lipstick to his soft, full lips. "Wow! You look incredible, Kelli!" she said. "Come take a look." Emily led Kelli to her full-length mirror. "See how pretty you are for your date, honey?" she asked. "Thank you, Emily," Kelli answered in her best feminine voice. "I love my new outfit." "Not bad!" she said. "Your voice is very pleasant when you soften it like that. Okay, so you need to get ready for your date, right?" "Yes," Kelli said demurely. "Of course, you do!" Emily said cheerfully. "But I don't! Do you know what I really like about being the masculine partner in my new relationship?" Kelli shook her head. "It takes me two minutes to get ready! So now you're the one taking an hour or two to get ready and all I have to do is pull on some jeans and a t-shirt and a splash of cologne." "May I have a hug?" Kelli asked. "Of course you can, sweet girl!" Emily said. "But you're very fucking tall in those heels!" Emily almost never swore and that was a word Rick had never once heard her use. "Guess you better start taking testosterone so you can grow up!" Kelli teased. She bent down and hugged her butch-looking wife. "I still love you, Em. You know that, right?" "I love you, too, Kelli. BFFs?" she asked her. "BFFs!" Kelli replied as the doorbell rang. Gabby and Ryan had arrived at roughly the same time. "Our dates are here!" Emily said. Kelli waited for Emily to go first when she said, "Ladies first, Kelli!" "Thank you, Emily!" she said as she gracefully walked down the staircase with her delicate wrists held back. She opened the door as Emily stood next to her. She let Emily do the introductions. "Ryan? Hi! I'm Emily and that beautiful woman is Gabby, the love of my life. Gabby honey, this is my um...best friend, Kelli. Come in and let's all have a drink and get acquainted, shall we?" Ryan stepped inside and Kelli threw her arms around him and kissed him hello. "I've missed you so much, Ryan!" she said. "Same here. You look absolutely beautiful, Kelli!' he said as he stepped back and admired her. "So it seems like there have been a lot of changes around here recently. Am I correct?" "You could say that," Kelli replied. "The best part is we no longer need to hide our feelings." Ryan held her close and kissed her again. "That makes me very happy. Did I tell you how beautiful you are tonight?" he said with a smile. "You did, but feel free to tell me that as often as you like. A girl never gets tired of being told she's pretty." Kelli took Ryan's hand as he led her into the kitchen where they saw Emily kissing Gabby. "A-hem!" Ryan said as the walked in. "Oh, sorry! She's so damn pretty I couldn't help myself," Emily said. "I mean, look at her? She's freakin' gorgeous!" Gabby was pleasantly embarrassed. "Thank you, honey," she said. "You look very handsome tonight, yourself." Gabby was wearing a salmon-colored sweater with a black skirt along with a cute silver necklace and silver earrings. She was indeed very pretty and very feminine. The two couples had a glass of wine before deciding to go out for dinner. Emily drove as she and Gabby sat up front while Ryan and Kelli sat in the back holding hands and occasionally stealing a kiss. The had a wonderful time dining out and both Kelli and Gabby received some very nice compliments on the way they looked. After another glass of wine at home, Emily said, "It's just past midnight you two. I'm thinking about going upstairs and going to bed." She looked at Gabby and said, "Honey? Are you ready for bed?" Gabby took her lover's hand and said, "Yes, sweetheart. I would love to." Emily helped her girlfriend up and said, "Okay. You two lovebirds have a nice time. We'll see you in the morning. Well, that is if you're still here, Ryan. I'm hoping you will be, by the way." He put his arm around Kelli and said, "Is that okay with you, Kelli?" Kelli snuggled up close to her boyfriend and said, "Of course it is. I'd be very upset if you didn't spend the night with me." "Great!" Emily said. "You two girls can make us breakfast in the morning," she said to Gabby and Kelli. Staying Together She slapped Gabby on the ass who feigned being upset. "Hon-ney!" she protested. "There are other people in the room." "If that embarrassed you, then you're gonna die when they hear all the noises from the things I'm gonna do to you upstairs!" Gabby put her hands over her face and said, "If I didn't love you so much, I would die of embarrassment. Good night, Ryan. Good night, Kelli. It was so nice meeting both of you." They both wished her goodnight and as they walked upstairs holding hands Kelli said, "I think I'm ready for bed, too." "Then I don't want to disappoint you. Let's go," he said after one last kiss. Kelli smiled as she heard Gabby's moans from upstairs. Those moans grew louder and louder until they became screams. Kelli was moaning herself as Ryan took her virginity. She'd given him another amazing blow job before he pushed her back on the bed and told her, "I want to make love to you so bad I can't stand it, Kelli." Kelli unzipped her skirt and Ryan helped her out of it along with her padded garment. She handed him the tube of KY jelly and moaned softly as he lubricated her waiting asshole. He held himself up over her and said, "Tell me if it gets uncomfortable okay, baby?" Kelli nodded and kissed her lover as he pushed ever-so-gently against her. To her very pleasant surprise, it wasn't painful at all as the head of his cock popped inside of her ass. She gasped and told him, "That feels SO good, honey! I love that!" Ryan pushed harder then pulled back several times until he was able to slide deep inside of Kelli. "Feel okay, sweetie?" he asked. "It feels...wonderful! Oh, God I love when you fuck me!" Ryan started out slowly with long, slow strokes. Kelli was in another world of bliss as he began picking up the pace. Ryan pulled her close and French kissed her as he pounded away at her tight hole. Kelli had never had her prostate hit before. She was amazed at just how good it felt. "Oh, fuck! Hold it right there, honey," she said as he was in as deep as he could go. Ryan rocked back and forth as the tip of his cock pushed against then backed away from her prostate gland. Kelli was so hard she couldn't believe it. Without so much as a hand touching her, she felt herself begin to cum. "Oh, God! Cum inside me, please!" she begged as Ryan sensed her coming. He hammered her hard as they both came at the same time. When they were both spent, Kelli lay there just holding her handsome boyfriend. "That was so amazing," she said. "Yes, it was," Ryan told her. "You are amazing, Kelli." "Ryan?" she said. "Yes, sweetheart?" "I think I'm falling in love with you." She reached down and felt his sticky phallus and said, "Is there any chance you can fuck me like that again yet?" She felt his cock begin to stir and heard her boyfriend say, "There's a 100% chance I can fuck you again, honey. And you know what? I think I'm falling in love with you, too," he told her as he entered her a second time. Kelli moaned in ecstasy as Ryan's thick, hard cock found it's way deep inside her again. Kelli loved him and she even more, she loved being a woman.