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A Blast From the Past My heart fluttered as I read the email. She had contacted me after a twenty-year absence. The one, the woman who could get me to happily do anything she asked. She had held sway over my heart, and head, in a way that none other had, or has since. Make no mistake, she was great looking, but her spirit was the thing. Sexy to her core, with a keen sense of humor, and a kind soul. In short all anyone could ask for in a mate. We met in high school. She was a senior and I was a freshman. To this day, I?m not sure what she saw in me. She was sophisticated, smart and confident. I, on the other hand, was awkward, had no confidence and had recently moved from a small town in Georgia. The high school was in a commuter?s suburb of Boston. I was a chubby, shy guy with a Southern accent and, as I was new to town, no friends. We both played in the school band. I played trombone, and she was a flutist. For weeks I would look at the amazingly beautiful girl in the flute section and wonder what I could do to meet her...and if I did, what would I say. I also played on the football team, not a gifted athlete, but somehow felt better about myself for trying. My fellow teammates loved to tease me about my accent, and about the fact that I played in the band. I am convinced that some of the more malicious members of the group tried to knock the accent right out of my mouth. For reasons I couldn?t fathom, some of the team was very put off by the fact that I sounded differently than them. So, for the most part I kept my mouth shut, and withdrew into my own little world. An imaginary world that definitely included the pretty flute player. About one month into the school year, I was walking down the hall after class, daydreaming and not paying one iota of attention to my surroundings. She, the pretty flutist, had just entered the same hallway and didn?t see me either. You guessed it; we walked smack into each other. I bent down to help pick up her books, and started babbling incessantly about how sorry I was etc... She got a slight grin on her face and let me blather on for a few more seconds before I realized she was grinning at me. Embarrassed, I said, "I know...I?m really not graceful and I have a goofy accent!" She said, "Actually, I love your accent, and you are such a gentleman...a truly rare breed around here". Using my incredible grasp of the obvious, I explained that I was not from around here. Her grin grew bigger, and she said that she had kind of figured that much out. She went on to explain that her parents were in the military, and that she had lived all over the world, and had only been in this town for a little over 2 years. I loved the sound of her voice, so mature, but with an air of mischief. When she said, "Hi, my name is Melody"...my heart did back flips. I was somehow able to mutter, "Hi, I?m Glen". From that day on, we were inseparable. As our friendship grew, we quickly realized that we had an extremely strong physical attraction to one another. A few weeks after we started hanging out together, she kissed me. I say she kissed me, because I was far too shy, and afraid of doing something that might scare her off that I was paralyzed to make any moves of my own. To say that her kiss made me see fireworks was an understatement... she rocked my world. From that moment on, my every waking thought would be of her. As we were still living in our parents? homes, we took to sneaking off to a local park. The park had hiking trails that led to fairly secluded spots in the woods. It was in this park that she taught me what it meant to be a sexual being. We started with kissing and heavy petting, and soon graduated to frenetic passion filled lovemaking. I did feel some guilt, as I came from a very religious family, and was taught that premarital sex was wrong. All I could figure through my lust filled brain, was that if was so wrong; it couldn?t possibly feel so good! The relationship, was far deeper than just sex...we often sat and talked for hours...through her, I was finally finding myself. I had always harbored a deep dark secret, one that had literally haunted me since I was a small child. From my earliest memories, I had always felt like there was something wrong with me. When I saw little boys and little girls playing, I felt deep in my heart that I should be playing with the "other" girls. I knew that I looked like a boy, and was expected to act like a boy but inside I knew with all certainly that I was a little girl. When I was around eight or nine years old, I stole some of my mother?s lingerie from the hamper and wore them under my clothes all day. The euphoria that I felt was tempered by fear of being caught, and guilt of being sneaky. I soon snuck entire outfits and dressed whenever I had the house to myself. When dressed "en femme" I felt peace in my soul and a feeling of being beautiful. The feeling was addictive, and as much as I tried, I couldn?t quit dressing. As I grew older, I prayed every night that I would be cured of these feelings. I carried a heavy burden, as I was terrified that I would either never be happy, or destroy my family by coming forward. I played football, so I could force myself into being more macho. From an early age, I had learned that I had better perfect my acting skills or perish. The image I presented to the whole world was that of the dutiful son. I did all of the things a well-adjusted, "normal" son should do. I was determined to prove to the world and myself that I could succeed as a male. I played sports, joined the Boy Scouts, was active at church, played in the band, and earned good grades. My relationship to Melody was progressing to the point that I needed to share my secret with her. I felt so strongly about her that I couldn?t hide part of me from her, even if she ran screaming away from me. I loved her, and reasoned that she deserved the truth. One weekend night, after seeing a movie, she drove us to the parking lot of our favorite park. She told me that she could tell that I had something on my mind all week, and would really appreciate it if I would just tell her. I suspect that she thought I was going to break up with her...little did she know...I was terrified that she would leave me... It took every ounce of courage I could muster to tell her of my feelings. By the time I finished, I was sobbing and told her that I would understand if she didn?t want to see me again. Melody held my head to her breasts and dried my tears with her fingers, while stroking my hair with her other hand. She comforted me, then pulled my face up to mine...looked me in the eye and told me that: firstly, she loved me and was not going anywhere...and secondly...she thought the idea of me wearing female clothing was kind of sexy. The center of my universe had not only, not left me...she let me know that she accepted me. For the first time in my life, I started to not hate myself. The world was suddenly a place in which I could envision not only living, but also perhaps actually be happy. Melody and I spent every free moment together until the end of the school year. We dated all through the following summer. Towards the end of the summer, she came to me and explained that she would be leaving soon for college. I knew it was coming, but was still emotionally unprepared for her departure. Like most kids in our position, we vowed that we would keep our relationship going despite the distance apart. She was going to go to school in California...I was stuck in high school in Massachusetts. September came and Melody left for school. In those days "snail mail" was the only form of communications other than telephone. My parents were not about to let me call California on any regular basis. We wrote a lot in the beginning, but as the year wore on...despite our promises... we grew apart. She took a job near her school the next summer, so she didn?t come home. A year later I heard from a friend, that Melody had met someone and gotten married. Any hope that I had held for a reunion was now dashed. I soon graduated and went off to college myself, and was just left with fond memories of Melody. I didn?t date very much, as I couldn?t reconcile my inner feelings with my "public persona", and didn?t feel strong enough to share those feelings with someone again. I did well in college, and as I was sure that I didn?t want to yet join the work force... I went to graduate school. In graduate school I was very lonely, and very poor. My parents made it clear that while they were proud of my academic achievements, they were finished supporting me financially. As I had very few friends, and even less money...I suddenly found myself with gobs of time for self-reflection; something that I had previously avoided like the plague. Soon I sank into a deep depression, and began crying myself to sleep each night. It was time to seek professional help. I learned that my student health insurance would pay for therapy, and that an approved therapist was only 3 miles from campus. I made an appointment for the following week. The therapist was a very kind woman named Karen. Perhaps I was just ready, perhaps it was her professional yet kind manner that prompted me, but in only a few sessions I spilled my guts about my inner most feelings. I graduated and moved off campus, but continued therapy with Karen. She diagnosed me as being gender dysphoric...transsexual. She also encouraged me to come to my therapy sessions fully dressed as a woman. Suddenly my therapy sessions were both thrilling and very frightening, as I lived in an apartment building in a town 45 minutes away from her office. I was certain that I would either be found out by a neighbor or pulled over while driving. Karen was helping me to accept myself as a person, and not a monster. Unfortunately, I still didn't feel I deserved to be happy...so one day I quit going to therapy. I figured that if I simply concentrated on the people in my life that I cared for, I could quit worrying about my problems. I took a job working at a school as the technical support person. It as the early days of computers, so my responsibilities included telephones etc... My feelings about my true self had not changed, but I dove headlong into my work, and somehow kept the "genie in the bottle." After about the 3rd year of my employment at the school, I was introduced to two young teachers who were near my age. One was a young black man named Bobby, and the other a young woman named Audrey. We started eating lunch together in the cafeteria. As our friendship grew, we started going out for drinks after work together etc... As it turns out, Bobby was gay and thought I was too...he soon professed his love for me and wouldn?t keep his hands off of me. I was truly flattered that he was attracted to me, but even though I always felt female... I wasn?t attracted to men. Whether or not, my rejection of his affections was a reason; I?ll never know, but he soon transferred to a different school. Audrey and I continued to eat lunch and an occasional dinner together. A very comfortable friendship was growing between us. We didn?t date for nearly a year, as she was just getting over a nasty divorce. The relationship didn?t have any of the heat or fireworks that I shared with Melody, but there was great warmth and genuine friendship. Don?t get me wrong, we had a very good time together, but I guess it would be unfair to compare anyone to my Muse. I eventually told Audrey of my deep dark secret, and she took it in stride. We even ate dinner together in a local restaurant one night as two women...a great night. Audrey and I dated for another 3 years before deciding to get married. We had been married for 15 years, and had settled into a comfortable life together. As I grew towards forty years of age, my inner feelings were struggling mightily to come to the surface. My feelings of dissatisfaction with myself coupled with Audrey?s own low self-image combined to squash any intimate life together. We had become roommates or girlfriends. She had known of my inner conflict since before we were married, but couldn?t deal with it rearing its ugly head at this point in her life. She reasoned that we had built a life together and had standing in our community, and therefore couldn?t endure any changes of appearance etc... She is a good woman, and was just being truthful with her feelings, but it nonetheless, it was hurtful to hear. Before we were married, she always said that she would never leave me over the issue of my gender...she said she would take me anyway she could get me...but, now somehow things had changed. For the first time in my married life, I felt lonely. I wasn?t even sure that I would ever be courageous enough to transition, but it hurt that she was trying to take away that option. We went from a cordial, affectionate relationship with occasional sex, to cordial and still affectionate...but absolutely no sex. Oddly enough I missed the intimacy more than the actual act, which had always been a mental gymnastics exercise for me anyway. Then it happened...months ago my high school had sent an email questionnaire asking alumni to let them know what we had done since graduating. I filled it out, sent it back, and promptly forgot about it. Some enterprising soul decided to publish a newspaper with a full page of alumni news. Apparently, few of the questionnaires were filled out, as they saw fit to publish my boring blurb. From this unlikely occurrence, Melody saw my name and looked me up. She typed my name into Google, and found my email address. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw the email from her in my inbox. Just knowing she was out there somewhere, and remembered me, made my heart pound with excitement. We started to correspond via email, and eventually called one another. She had endured a bad marriage, gotten divorced and was currently married to a very good Portuguese man in Santa Barbara. They had three boys and had carved out a fine life for themselves. She had become a flight attendant for a major airline and said that she was in the Boston area at least twice a month. In the ensuing months we talked via telephone on a regular basis. We took our time getting to know each other again. Early on she asked me if I still liked to wear women?s clothing... It was a bit of a shock, as I had forgotten she knew. I spilled the beans, and told her that my gender conflict ran quite a bit deeper than that. Like twenty years earlier, she was totally sympathetic. We talked many times of our families, our daily lives, our hopes, dreams etc... in short we talked like a couple of girlfriends. We both found that even though we were in basically stable relationships, we were lonely. She even began to refer to me as "Girlfriend" when calling and writing to me. Somehow, that small gesture was very uplifting. As our conversations continued, we discovered that we could not only still make each other laugh, but that the old spark of passion that had burned so hotly twenty years previously, was still burning white hot. About three months after her initial email we met in Boston. She had a two-day lay over until her next flight, and Audrey was tied up in meetings at work until late into the evening. We met in the Boston Common and just sat on a park bench, where we talked for hours. Melody was even more beautiful than I remembered. Not only had the years been very kind to her, she simply glowed, and just seeing her made my heart thunder, and other parts wake up and pay attention! I explained that I would be uncomfortable cheating on Audrey, even though there was nothing going on in the bedroom at home. Before meeting Melody had begun calling each other "Sister". So for our meeting in the Common we abided by sister rules...we would do nothing that sisters wouldn?t normally do. Although it took supreme self- control on both of our parts, we behaved...and went, quite frustrated, back to our separate abodes for the evening. We both suffered from severe withdrawal from each other the following week. Even though I had never much liked the "equipment" I was born with, just hearing her voice on the telephone made my shorts tighter. The next few weeks were a mixed blur of longing and frustration. The week following our meeting, a package arrived in the mail to my secret P.O. Box. Inside was a very sexy nylon/lycra pair of panties...with a note that said, "When you wear these, think of being my girlfriend, Love M"...I was so excited I couldn?t think straight. The following week, I received a package in my P.O. Box that contained: a pair of real silk stockings, a 6-garter belt, and matching satin and lace panties and bra...all in my size...with a note that said, "Be my girlfriend, and there will be more to come, and I can?t wait to see you next week. Love, M". We met the next week at a local bar, and after a few drinks Melody told me that she had a confession to make. When she was in college in California, she experimented with Sapphic love. She went on to explain that she had very much liked her romantic liaisons with women, and missed that in her life. I, of course, was totally turned on by her admission. We obeyed, "Sister Rules" again, and went our separate ways totally turned on, and totally frustrated. Melody called me the next day to tell me that a new package was on the way, and to talk to her before opening it. The next day, as discussed, a package was waiting for me at my P.O. Box. I called her on her cell phone, and she told me that she wanted me to take a leap of faith, and to trust her. She went on to explain that the package contained pills that had both androgen blockers and estrogens. Melody wanted me to start taking them immediately, and to listen to the enclosed iPod nightly as I went to sleep. She went on to say that for each week I did as she asked a deposit would be made in a savings account that would be available to me when I was ready. Even though, I didn?t hear from her for twenty years, and had only been in contact for a few months...I decided to do as she wished. I dutifully took my pills and listened to my iPod daily. Whereas, I was previously suffering from severe male pattern balding, my hair started growing back over my entire head and it was thicker than at any time previous. My appetite for food was greatly diminished, and I quickly found my weight hovering around 160 lbs...which on my 5?11" frame made me quite thin. As the weeks progressed I found myself unable to get dressed without keeping my body hair-free and my nails polished. When I next met Melody, she looked at me and said, "Gwendolyn, you are mine"...I couldn?t move...my whole body hummed with excitement...and all I wanted to do was please Melody. She explained that the iPod had not only hypnotized me into helping me losing weight, but that she had implanted certain trigger phrases that she could use on me at will. She then said, "Gwendolyn talk"...and I could talk, but not move, and also only in a very breathy high pitched voice. I asked her what she was doing to me, and she said, "Gwendolyn, trust me" and I had no fear...everything would be fine. She went on to explain that I would feel compelled to do what ever she commanded me to do. She then kissed me deeply, told me that she loved me, that it was all for my well being, and said, "Glen awake". I was left sitting on a bench in Boston Common alone, totally confused, totally turned on, and wondering how long I had been sitting in public wearing a sundress, sandals and makeup. I hurried home, scrubbed off the makeup and changed clothes before Audrey arrived. While changing clothes I noticed that my waist was much smaller, my rear end was larger and I had somehow developed what looked to be a set of healthy B cup breasts. I briefly wondered how I was going to hide this at work and home, but decided just as quickly not to worry...I just knew that it would work out. I talked Melody daily, and physically ached when I didn?t hear from her. I continued to take my pills and listen to the iPod. Another side effect of the iPod etc...is that if I wore a stitch of male clothing, my skin would burn as if on fire. I fairly quickly obtained woman?s jeans, slacks, sneakers, tops, more bras and panties, camisoles etc... and thought that no one would notice the different cut, fabrics and colors of my new wardrobe. Apparently people at work were much more aware of my changes than I thought, as some of the female employees gave me knowing looks and words of encouragement. I thought everything would be fine, but was surprised when my boss fired me for wearing a dress to work the next day...oh well, it will work out...Melody said so! Soon thereafter I developed an unbelievable urge to get parts of my body pierced. I fought the urges as long as I could, before succumbing and visiting a local parlor. I told the professional at the Tattoo and piercing parlor that I needed a few things done. I needed both nipples pierced, a frenum piercing on my penis and a lotus flower to be tattooed above my left nipple. I didn?t even know what I was asking for; it was as if Melody had programmed the thoughts and vocabulary right into my brain. The body art professional then proceeded to pierce the underside of my penis, directly underneath the head and place a 1" 10ga stainless bar through the holes and secure them with an 8mm ball on each end. Before I recovered from that, she pierced my right nipple and put a captive bead ring through the holes, and then proceeded to do the same to the left nipple. The tattoo of a lotus flower on above my left nipple was nothing compared to the body jewelry. However, before I left the artist, asked me to take a telephone call. On the other end of the line was Melody, who said, "Gwendolyn, asleep"...when I woke up I discovered that I had also had both ears pierced multiple times, a small diamond stud placed in my nose, and the words, "Melody?s Girl" tattooed on my ass. Several hours later the artist put the telephone to my ear and Melody said, "Gwendolyn awake". I was given aftercare instructions and sent home. It was upon my arrival home that all hell broke loose. Audrey said that she had tried to be understanding, but simply couldn?t take anymore. She handed me a package that had come in the mail, as she threw me out of the house. As I sat in my car crying, I opened the package. Inside were a new cell phone, a credit card in the name of Gwendolyn Santos, a one-way airplane ticket and instructions to drive to the airport immediately. I drove to Logan Airport and as per my instructions; I left my car in long term parking and proceeded to the terminal. My ticket was for the next flight to LAX, which boarded within the hour. I next picked up the cell phone and hit send. It was programmed to only dial Melody. She said that she was glad to hear from me, to have a nice flight and to call her as soon as the plane landed. The flight was fairly uneventful and we landed on time. I called Melody, and waited at the curb for her to arrive. She hugged me and told me that I looked beautiful...I told her that she looked beautiful and that California really agreed with her. The old chemistry was still there between us, and I knew in my heart that it had nothing to do with any hypnotism. We drove the trip to her home in Santa Barbara in her car. I told her that Audrey had thrown me out, my boss had fired me, and that I had no idea what I would do with the rest of my life. She grinned and said she had some ideas. The trip progressed nicely after clearing the Los Angeles area traffic. We arrived in Santa Barbara, and drove down a street with large homes. We turned onto a private drive and drove up a secluded driveway that ended at a very large and beautiful Spanish Mission style hacienda. Melody explained that she had bought the company she formerly worked for ten years ago, and had done very well financially. She invited me into her home, and showed me to a large guest room. She followed me into the room, closed the door and soul kissed me. I was weak with excitement, and quite relieved. I looked more like a woman than a man, but not quite totally feminine, had gotten fired, and thrown out of my home...and Melody still found me attractive. She told me that we were going to have a grand time together. She then opened the large walk in closet filled to capacity with stylish woman?s clothing. She then showed me a large dresser full of brand new lingerie of every type imaginable. She explained that it was all mine...she knew I needed a new wardrobe, and wanted to help me start my new life. Melody told me that I, if I wanted, could take a nap before dinner, as the "Red Eye" flight I took must have been exhausting. The nap was refreshing, and I awoke to find a note on the bedside table. "Dear Gwen, please wear the black cocktail dress with the shoes and underwear that I have laid out for you. Cocktails will be in the library, and dinner will follow in the dining room." I carefully dressed starting with the seamed stockings, and garter belt. I then put on the matching black silk tap panties, bra and slip. I went into the attached bathroom, and freshened makeup. I went back into the room and slipped on the 4" pumps, the very pretty black cocktail dress, dabbed on a little Obsession perfume and went to find the library. While walking downstairs to the library I was aware of every little movement of my body...every move caused a gentle caress from my clothing. Feeling so feminine was intoxicating. When I walked into the library, Melody was already there. She was wearing a burgundy colored silk charmeuse evening gown that showed all of her lovely curves to perfection. She handed me a Gin and Tonic, and toasted, "To a beautiful future together." To be honest, I was so overwhelmed by it all, the future was not even on my mind, but if this is how it was going to feel...I was all for it! At dinner we were served by a statuesque blond woman wearing a typical French maids? uniform, she was introduced to me as Roberta. Melody explained that Roberta was her live in maid, and would be there to help me with anything that may pop up. During dinner Melody explained that her sons were all away at prep school, and that she and her husband had gotten a divorce a year ago. I told her how sorry I was that her marriage had not worked out, and she looked at me wistfully, and said, "Well, actually things have worked out just fine." After dessert, Melody told me to go upstairs, take off all of my clothes and put on the nightgown and robe that has been laid out for me...then join her for a nightcap in the master suite. After changing, I padded over to Melody?s bedroom suite. After knocking on the door, Melody ushered me a sitting area by her dressing room. She was breathtakingly beautiful wearing the exact same gown and robe ensemble as me. We shared a cognac, and retired to her bedroom. She patted the bed beside her, and asked me to join her in the bed. We were soon locked in a sensuous languid kiss that I never wanted to end. She excited me like no one before or after ever had, and she also made me feel beautiful. We caressed each other?s breasts as we slowly undressed each other. When she kissed my pierced nipples I thought I was having an out of body experience. They had never felt so sensitive or as potent a sexual focal point. I reciprocated, and was rewarded by a low moan from Melody. I slowly kissed my way down her abdomen, and lingered at her inner thighs for a few minutes before playing her sweet pussy like Van Cliburn at a Steinway, with my tongue. She quickly rewarded my mouth with her sweet honey, as she came three times...before begging me to stop. She then grabbed my penis and slowly guided it into her love nest. The feeling of the frenum piercing was incredible, and she started bucking like a wild woman. We both came at exactly the same time. My orgasm was so mind blowing that I passed out. I awoke the next morning to Melody kissing my hair and playing with my left nipple. She bemoaned that she would like to go at it again, but that we had a big day ahead of us. We begrudgingly separated to get showered and dressed. Melody was served breakfast by Roberta, and shortly thereafter; we were in Melody?s car. She explained that I would be able to eat later. We pulled up to a professional building, and Melody said, "Gwendolyn sleep". I immediately feel asleep...I woke up when I heard, "Gwendolyn awake". Melody was there holding my hand. She told me that I had been unconscious for eight weeks. I had undergone facial feminization surgery...in short, the bones of my brow had been shaved, my jaw line reduced, my nose reduced, my body hair totally and permanently removed (except for my hair)...I had been castrated...but my penis was still in tact. In addition, I had tattooed with permanent eyeliner, shadow, eyebrow shading, and my lips were tattooed in a shade of crimson. The real surprise was a double quiche piercing (two 10g captive bead rings in the skin between where my scrotum formerly was, and my anus). I asked Melody why she had done all of this. She smiled and said, "Because I love you, and want you to be happy." I said, "Without testicles how will I have or maintain an erection?" Melody explained that with Viagra or Cialis I could get hard for as long as I want. I then asked why the double guiche piercings... she explained that in order to eliminate any unwanted bulges in my silhouette, that the jewelry in the frenum piercing of my penis had been replaced with a captive bead ring that could be locked to the rings in the guiche piercings, thusly locking my penis between my legs until the person holding the key unlocks me...and that person would be Melody. When we arrived back at Melody?s home she told me to take a bath and meet her in the library when I was ready. Upon the completion of my bath, I found a new nightgown and robe laid out for me. I put the beautiful gown and robe on, found my slippers and padded down to the library. Melody had a glass of wine waiting for me. She clinked glasses with me and told me that we were celebrating the new me, and our new arrangement. I, of course, asked her what the new arrangement was...she dropped to one knee, placed the biggest diamond ring I had ever seen on my finger, and asked me to be her wife. Technically I couldn?t be her wife, but as I was still slightly male, we could be married. I cried from tears of joy, and accepted. She went on to explain that she was happiest when we were together in high school, and was happiest with me now. Melody explained that she used the hypnosis, hormones, and surgery to help me be the person she knew I had always wanted to be, but was too worried about the feelings of my family etc...to act upon. She was right, without her push, I would probably be an overweight, balding, hard drinking, miserable slob with no chance at happiness. Not only was I happy with myself now, I was head-over-heels in love with Melody. Truth be known, I had always loved Melody, and always will. The surprises weren?t over just yet...the maid, Roberta...she used to be her husband Robert Santos. She caught him cheating on her with a young secretary at work, and switched female hormones for some of his daily vitamins. As Robert started to change into Roberta, she realized that she was happier than ever before in her life, and went through the entire SRS surgery. Melody is still fond of Roberta; so she hired her to be her live in maid. Melody and I were married in a simple ceremony in our back yard. We both wore gowns, and walked down the aisle together. During the ceremony, Melody proclaimed, "Gwendolyn Free"! She later explained that that phrase forever released me from all hypnosis. We had a great honeymoon in Europe, followed by a recovery vacation at Disney World in Florida. On our wedding night, before settling in for a long session of passionate lovemaking, Melody made me take two enemas to make sure I was clean. After making love for a good long while, she told me to wait on the bed for her, as she wanted to get ready to totally consummate our marriage. She emerged from the bedroom sporting a huge strap on dildo and a grin. Melody told me to get on all fours. As I supported myself on my hands and knees, she gently caressed one of my nipples while massaging my anus with a lube-coated finger. I was getting crazed with lust. She then slowly started to insert the head of the dildo into my rear entrance. At first it hurt like hell, but slowly the pain turned into pleasure. She continued to caress my nipples while pounding the huge fake penis in my ass. The dildo had fake balls, and an attachment that fit in her vagina. As she approached climax, I felt a tide of warmth start to engulf my whole being. Not centered on my penis, which had not even been touched, but coursed throughout my entire body. The sun, moon and stars exploded behind my eyes as I experienced my first multiple orgasm. About the time I started to climax, Melody let loose with a string of her own multiple orgasms. Melody, had not only made me her wife, but had made me orgasm as a woman. I love being her wife. For the rest of the story...as the years have flown past, Melody?s son?s have come to accept me as a member of the family...Roberta married the grounds keeper and they live in the gate house together... and oh, yes Melody and I are now in our fifties and are FABULOUS!