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My story Looking back it is a bit hard to tell what was the turning point in our relationship. We are a mid to late 40's couple and I'm a few years older than Chris. Where I'm rather small, a 5'2" in stockinged feet, Chris towers over me with a 6'4". I have all the right feminine contours (Chris loves my 34 DD's) and he shows his former soccer body with justified pride. He's a bit hairy, especially on his chest and I love to play with those tiny curls just before I fall asleep. Being in my mid 40's when I met Chris I could not be considered sexually overactive nor experienced. Chris on the other hand was the one with the idea's, the initiatives, the experience. He made me come like I had never come before and introduced me to a variety of sexual positions and actions I, if at all imagined to be doing, had never done before. After a while I became more daring myself and started to experiment in our sexplay as well. I noticed I loved to suck his cock and taste his cum. I discovered, much to my own surprise, that I liked anal play. Sometimes I enjoyed, and asked for it, to be taken roughly, to be lightly spanked. We experienced bondage and blindfolding and switched from being dom to sub freely. Chris bought me a vibrator to be used during sex sessions but also for me to play with during his rather frequent business trips abroad. We spent fortunes on the phone telling each other what to do while I was at home and he in some far away hotel bed. I loved to play with the vibrator and having one in my ass while he sucked and liked my clit was probably my favourite. One night I decided to return the favour. I had the vibrator in my hand, stroking his balls and anus and I sucked his cock till he was hard. I noticed the movement of his ass towards the vibrator and slowly but gently started to moisten his little hole and moved the vibrator in and out. A bit further every time. He pushed against the vibrator indicating that he loved it and I loved it too. It was a great sensation to be actually penetrating him rather than he fucking me. His dick got hard as never before and my pussy was wetter than I had ever felt it to be. The moment I touched my clit I came, and came and came......... Later that week we did this again and I made him turn around and lay on his stomach. It allowed me to play with the vibrator but I was of course unable to touch his cock. As I started to reach between his legs he more or less automatically lifted his ass to an almost "on all fours" position. Pulling at his thighs I made him sit on hands and knees and I used the dildo to really fuck him doggy style. This time I didn't even had to touch myself to come!!!! Wow, what an orgasm. He loved it too apparently because after cumming all over the bed he remarked that he "had never ever had an orgasm as intense as that one". Two days later Chris left for England on a 5 day trip and I masturbated every night with the vision of my husband on all fours being fucked by me. I fantasized doing him with a variety of dildo's and vibrators. I fantasized spanking his ass while fucking him with a lifelike looking dick. And one night I suddenly realized that we really only had the one vibrator which we both liked but it was really just the relatively ordinary creamy white one with the standard tapered "head". I started browsing the web for more toys and found myself in a new world of online sex shops full of accessories previously unimagined to exist by me. I found an astonishing number of dildo's, dongs and vibrators in all kinds of colours, shapes and sizes. Somehow though, the more lifelike they looked the more they turned me on. It was like looking for- or trying to find my own dick. And then I found a site that offered "the largest collection of strap-ons". I was spellbound. There was what I had been looking for without knowing it. This was the ultimate plaything. This was what had been in the back of my mind all along and I could almost sense the pieces of the puzzle starting to fit into place. This toy allowed me to actually fuck him, to take him the way he used to take me. I ordered two strap-ons, one with a see through harness and a medium sized dick and one with a vacu-lock system allowing us to buy other "extensions" later, and paid the extra fee for "next day delivery". Needless to say I couldn't wait for the mailman to arrive the next afternoon. When I saw the car stop in front of the driveway I ran to the door and opened it in anticipation. The poor man looked surprised and must have wondered when I practically snatched the box from his hands after signing the delivery slip. Inside I ran to the bedroom and opened the box. I was so wet it almost felt like I had peed in my panties. I tried the see through strap-on first and looked at myself in the mirror. OMG, I had never felt anything like this. I had a dick, and a pretty nice looking one too. The straps needed a little adjustment and it took me a while to make them fit comfortably and to make the cock stick out at the right angle. The vacu- lock cock (or Vacu-cock as I called it from the start) was extremely lifelike and I couldn't stop touching myself and stroke it up and down. That one came with a black plug that could be attached to the harness and when placed in the woman's pussy supposedly increased the pleasure...... ". Like I needed that" I thought. I could come from simply jerking off now while looking at myself in the mirror. Suddenly I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost time to pick up Chris from the airport. I stepped out of the strap-on and hid it under my side of the bed. I'd have to figure out a way to break the news of this surprise to him without making him afraid. After all, I had no idea how he'd react to the proposal of being fucked in the ass by his wife wearing a dick; a fake dick but nevertheless a dick! That night we had our night cap a bit earlier than usual, my idea, and took one or two more drinks than we used to. I kinda hoped that the extra alcohol would make him accept the surprise I had for him. We both took turns in the shower and when he came out of the shower I had turned out the light, lit a few candles, wore my sexy black sheer teddy and waited for him, drink in hand. As usual after a longer business trip he was very horny and his dick was already quite hard. From the sweet smell of his after shave balm I knew he had shaved his crotch thoroughly, something we both did on a regular basis and we both loved the smooth feel of it. We kissed and he went down on me the way I liked it. He used the vibrator on my pussy and then on my ass. I even exaggerated a bit by moaning even louder than usual when he slowly fucked my ass with the vibrator. "You love that don't you" he asked, thrusting it faster and deeper into my ass. "I love it" I replied "And so do you I recall". "Ah, that was the best orgasm I ever had" he said "I actually masturbated with that one in mind". That was when I came spontaneously. Well, maybe not spontaneously but you understand what I'm saying I assume. The idea of him jerking off thinking about me fucking him made me bold. So after I caught my breath I said "well, if you liked it so much, how about a repeat?". Within five seconds he moved over, laid on his back and said "please yes, how would you like to have me?". I told him to close his eyes and relax. After putting the strap-on into place, checking myself in the mirror and placing myself on the bed I told him to open his eyes. At first he didn't notice but after I started to stroke my cock with my right hand his eyes went down and looked up again in surprise. "Wow" he said "that's ehhhhh, ehhhhh.... different". I told him I wanted to try it out and see if we liked it but if he really didn't want it I'd take it off and use the old one on him. "Oh no, he said, this is cool, way cool. I like it!!" He pulled me towards him and kissed me. I started to stroke his dick and his hand reached out to touch mine. It was the most amazing and by far the most erotic feeling ever for me. My husband was stroking my cock with his right hand and was obviously enjoying what he was doing as his own dick became rock hard. I bend over and started to suck on his cock. All the while he was playing with mine. After about a minute he said "move over, I'd like to do that too". He told me to lay on my back and hold my cock erect, straight up. He started to lick it up and down. His tongue drew circles over the head and down along the shaft to the balls. All the while I slowly stroked my cock. I was so close to cumming that I could no longer hold back. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your mouth" I screamed. "Oh yes baby" he sighed "come in my mouth, I want you to come in my mouth". I think I fainted or at least came close to it. I was still shaking when I realized that the one thing I wanted to do, the reason I had bought the strap-on, still needed doing. Chris looked at me with a little smile on his face and a look of anticipation "I guess it's my turn now"? Boy was it. I took the bottle of lube that came with the strap-ons and gently started to make his little asshole ready for my cock. I inserted a finger and then two. Seeing that he was quite OK with that I put some more lube on his ass and some on my cock. I bend over to kiss him and thereby rubbing our cocks together. He seemed to like that very much and I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, like butterflies. It felt as if this was what we had both been waiting for. That this was like a joined fantasy neither of us knew the other one had. I wanted to fuck him and he wanted to be fucked, yet neither one had ever even talked about it. It was like opening two doors to the same secret attic at the same time. I knew I could take him. I knew he wanted me. I knew I could do with him whatever I wanted. "So" I asked him "you want to be fucked". "You want my cock in your ass". "Yeah baby, fuck me, take me. I want to feel your cock inside of me". I realized that those were the words I sometimes used too. These were the words of a woman that wanted to be fucked, that needed a cock to satisfy her. I loved it. I was so hot and I got even hotter when he pulled up his legs, put them around my waist and grabbed my buttocks with his hands. I could feel his rock hard dick against my belly and started to fuck him. I fucked him like a guy fucked a girl. It took us two minutes to reach an orgasm. The rubbing of his cock between our bellies was enough for him, the feeling of the dick against my clit was enough for me...... we exploded. After cleaning up the mess of cum and lube we had another drink. I asked Chris how he felt and he replied that he felt great, a bit "sore in the behind" but great otherwise. He told me he loved our new lovemaking and was curious to find out what I thought. I was overwhelmed. I told him I could not shake off the picture in front of me of him on his back, legs up in the air and my dick going in and out of his pussy. Wow, did I just say pussy? Chris hadn't noticed my "freudian slip" or didn't show he had. But, over the following days (the nights were spent in bed having sex, the new way!!!) I thought about it a lot. What was happening here? What was developing in my mind? More and more often my thoughts and fantasies with regards to our sex adventures saw an increasingly feminine Chris and little bit more masculine me. I started to picture him without his hairy chest and instead with a nicely shaved, soft and smooth skin. I started to picture him wearing sexy lingerie and stockings. I even went as far as to see him with fake boobs in a deliciously sexy bodystocking....... In short, in my mind I was transforming him into a woman, or a very, very feminine man, to fuck and play with. The big thrill and the enormous turn-on was that he was a guy and that I was in charge. It felt fantastic to be in charge. But it was also very erotic somehow. I could get wet of the idea that this big man would turn feminine, soft, and willing to please me. I loved the idea of having a very feminine man and I often wondered where those feelings came from. After all, I fell in love with him as a masculine man, a real through and through man. And, until these recent adventures, I had never had lesbian or bi-sexual feelings. I had never thought of a woman as a possible partner in bed. Yet, the idea of my husband being a woman was the biggest turn-on of my life. I searched the web for answers but although there are numerous support groups and FAQ sites for the subject of roleplay/transgenderism etc. none of them gave an answer to my questions. It was mostly the transsexuals themselves that analyzed their own drives and urges. Most partners or wives were having serious problems with their husbands dressing as women or expressing the desire to do so. I wasn't even sure that my husband would even consider going that far during sex play, let alone otherwise. I had of course picked up the signal during our fuck sessions. The words he used, the way he acted was all woman. He loved being taken and I was very sure I could move him along in the direction of "dress" and further. How far it would take us? I had no idea but I was sure going to find out. So, I decided to lure him into showing me what he really wanted deep down. I wanted to take my husband by the hand and see how far he was willing to follow me on the fulfilment of my fantasy....... And I would start right away! So, that Friday night, I planned to take the first steps. For our usual Friday night dinner out I wore a sexy short dress and my highest heels. I know that turns him on. So when we got home we were both in the mood for play. After a few more drinks I suggested we'd take a shower together. He happily replied he'd love that. I told him I wanted to make sure he was all smooth tonight as I started to like that more and more. Again he agreed with a huge smile on his face. "So" he laughed "I assume you're the one that will be shaving me?". That, of course, was exactly what I had in mind. So, after finishing the bottle of wine we opened when coming back home, I got up and took him by the hand. "Come my love, let's get some hair removed" I said "I want to make you all nice and soft and smooth". After undressing he went and made the water run and wanted to get into the shower. "One moment my love, I want to use the electric razor on you first while your still dry". It dawned on him that I was not just going to shave his crotch area but that I was actually going to shave all of his body because he suddenly seemed a bit less willing to co-operate. "That will feel awkward and may look rather silly" he protested. I replied that the smooth feeling of my body against his was the same that I wanted to feel. After all we changed rolls during fucking quite frequently, why not be a bit more equal where the hair was concerned. "But you love my chest hair" he argued with a weaker voice. "Oh but I do my darling, I do love your chest hair. And the good thing is that it will grow back very quickly. I just want to feel what you feel when you fuck me. I want to feel a smooth body against mine....and, after all, you do shave you crotch yourself and recently I noticed you shave your ass cheeks too.". Which was true. Instead of only his dick and surrounding parts, ever since I had bought the strap-on he had started to clear a way more and more hair from his butt till his buttocks were completely smooth and hairless. I could tell from the expression of his face that he gave in to my wish and I also noticed that his flaccid dick had turned to semi-erectness. Another sign for me I hit the right vein and a further encouragement for my plans. After the electric razor had shaved off most of his hair I used the Gillette wet shaver to make him all smooth under the running water of the shower. The change in his appearance was enormous. He was smooth as a girl and his chest showed two incredibly cute little titties with small dark nipples that looked ready to be sucked. When he looked at himself in the mirror and run his hands over his chest and belly he said: "Wow, this does look different. I like it honey, good idea". That night we made love in a very tender way. We did a 69 without me wearing the strap-on and it was all very soft and gentle. We kissed a lot more than we'd normally do and we cuddled and caressed all those fantastic erogenous zones and places. I sucked his nipples which made him moan out loud. I asked him to play with his nipples while I sucked on his cock. Then I told him that I loved it to see him play with his titties and he replied that his "titties were very sensitive" and that he loved to pinch them and play with them. I knew then that I could start and plan the next steps but I just wanted to make sure so I said: "hmmm honey, I love it when you play with your titties. It really makes my dick hard. I want to fuck your pussy!!". I started to slid my dick in and out of him, a little further with every thrust. I could feel him open up. I could see the ecstatic look on his face. He pulled up his knees and said: "Yeah baby, fuck my pussy, I love it when you fuck my pussy. Take me baby, take me. Fuck me hard". Boy did we fuck, and wow did we come...... It was the best sex so far and I was now convinced that Chris loved to be feminine. And I knew I could take him on a very exciting adventure. We could create a complete new dimension in our relationship. We would share our deepest feelings and fantasies. We would live out desires that were previously hidden and unknown. We could be open in our relationship about urges that would normally speaking stay in the closet. I wanted a dick to fuck my shemale/cross dressing/transgender husband. I wanted to dress him up, make him pretty, make him girlie and soft. I wanted him to act and look like a woman. I wanted a friend to hang out with, to shop with, to have fun with, to cook with, to experiment with on makeup, clothes and sex. I wanted someone to make me horny beyond belief in the safe environment of my own marriage and I wanted to take this as far I could possibly take it. And my husband had showed all the signs that he wanted to be fucked by a woman with a dick! He loved to suck dick and loved me to cum in his mouth. He wanted to be treated like a woman, at least at times, and he wanted to show his feminine side without losing the man within...It was perfect. So, I went to shop on Ebay. I bought wigs, make-up, clothes, high heeled shoes, stockings, panty hose and stockings, underwear, earrings and all those other things a girl needs when she wants to feel like a real girl. I skipped the sites where they sold the hormones and "tittie-growth" pills. Chris had never indicated wanting to go that far and probably never would either and I didn't want to venture out that far yet. He kept his body smoothly shaven ever since that one weekend and one of my first delivered purchases was a very sexy looking black and red teddy. It was elastic in the right parts and I knew it would fit perfectly but also look very sexy on him. That night I hid the teddy under my pillow. I now always used expressions like "your tits", "your pussy" and so did he. I told him how much I loved our new ways of making love and that I loved his very sexy feminine behaviour. He admitted freely that it turned him on tremendously to, as he put it "go down this unexpected side of him". He told me he absolutely loved what we were doing and that he thought about it often. I reached under my pillow and showed him the body. "I would love to see you wear this my dear and see how it looks on you". He smiled slowly and said "so you've been shopping lingerie for me? You naughty little schemer....". Needles to say he put it on and stood in front of the bed showing his new sexy outfit. He looked good enough to eat. The slinky black and red teddy made him look slim and soft. It made his body curve in different area's and I felt my already wet cunt starting to drip from excitement. "So, do you like it?" he asked me. "Are you kidding me, I love it. It looks so very very sexy on you. Have a look in the mirror". He admired himself in the large standing mirror and clearly enjoyed what he saw and felt as his cock stood straight up and larger than I'd ever seen it before. "Wow, he said, this does look good. I like it." I kissed him and whispered in his ear "so my sexy girl, do you want to be fucked? Do you want to be my horny bitch. I'd love to suck on those cute titties and fuck your wet pussy. Tell me baby, tell me what you'd like". "Ohh baby, YES, I want you to suck my tits, I want you to lick my pussy, I want to be your horny girl, fuck your bitch, I want you, now!" It was a short fuck session. No explanation needed I suppose, ehhhh. It was another great night with many more to follow. The one thing missing though was a real dick for me. I searched and searched but could somehow never find that one special "piece of equipment" that I was looking for. And then, after another day of browsing and looking, I found it, on a site with links for "Female to Male" transsexuals. That site opened up a whole new world yet again. I found a lot of interesting stuff to read. It made me realize once more what incredible numbers of people were dealing with similar issues. Whether male in female bodies, whether females in male bodies, whether men looking for their feminine side, whether women wanting to explore a more masculine side of their being. Men wanting to be treated as women just because they felt they liked it and women reluctant of doing so because of countless generations teaching them the opposite. I know that there is a whole world of unhappy people out there that are afraid to talk about their inner wishes. Wishes that appear to be becoming more and more part of normal human behaviour to me, the more I read about it and the more sites I explored. I realized how blessed my husband and I were for being able to let go, for being able to show that vulnerable inner self, for allowing the other to see what the real wishes are to be fulfilled to come close to that perfect give and take relationship. So, I ordered a dick for myself to make me feel whole. To let my true self emerge: A woman with a dick that likes to fuck her husband dressed up as a woman! I ordered a dick that had to be glued on to my body, at the right spot, that would be flaccid if untouched but hard if treated the right way. From a soft and flaccid 3,5 inches it would reach a rock hard 7 inches by squeezing the balls allowing air to make it feel erect. The one little snag was that it was not able to ejaculate but one can't have everything I assume. Once inflated and erect a ribbed bulb touched the wearer's clit to make it able for the "fucker" to come while doing the "fuckee". I felt that his transformation needed to be complete before this new and handmade customized special dick would be introduced to Chris. So, one Friday night, after the week in which all my ebay purchases arrived by mail and UPS/DHL shipment, I proposed to Chris to play a special game. We had been playing a few games already that night and the last one was coming up. We love to play Yahtzee and I asked him if he'd like to lay a special prize on the next triples game. He said he loved the idea and wanted to know what I had in mind. I explained to him that I had noticed (duhhhh) that he loved to be feminine in bed and also liked very much me wearing my strap-on and fuck him but that somehow I felt he held back expressing his utmost and deepest wishes. So, therefore, the winner of the next game, had the opportunity to share his/her deepest wish or fantasy, sex or otherwise, and the loser would have to comply to that wish i.e. act out whatever the winner would demand. He thought about it for a second and then said "Yeah, good idea honey". "Oh, and" I said, " the loser can express his/her fantasy tomorrow night". He made us another drink and we started playing. I planned on losing this game as I wanted to know first what he'd come up with. Tomorrow would be "my night" although in my mind it would also be very much his night. I lost by a few hundred points but he never had a chance to lose this one. Chris is a bad loser and any game is played to win. I moved my scores around the scorecard in such a way that I would never beat him unless he'd have the worst game ever. It never happened of course. Glass in hand we retreated to the bedroom and I asked him what his fantasy was. He said he'd been thinking about it during playing the game and that his biggest turn on was (as well as the fantasy he'd been jerking off on during his trips abroad) to have me lay on the bed, with him watching, masturbating and playing with my cock. Doing and saying what I thought would make him horny. After I would be done (after I came) we'd change places and I would be watching him play with himself, wearing his new teddy, doing and saying what he thought would turn me on the most and should I come again to make him suck my cock and come in his mouth. OMG. What a horny fantasy and how perfectly fitting in my ultimate picture. I laid down on the bed and started to stroke my cock. I closed my eyes and imagined having a real dick. I played with my tits, licked my nipples (my tits are easily big enough for that ), fingered my pussy and whispered all the things I knew he wanted to hear "hmmm, yeah baby, you like this honey? Do you like me to play with my cock? I love to play with my tits and I will play with your girlie tits too. OOOhhhhh I want to fuck your pussy, I want you to be my horny bitch tonight. I'm so hot and so hard..... suck on my cock, I want to see you swallow my cum.....". I came right before his eyes and he loved it, his eyes looked hazy and his cock was hugely swollen. I could almost see the veins pulsate. It would not take much for him to come. After a small pause and a quick refill it was his turn. Laying on his back he started to play with his nipples. He pinched them softly, rolling them between his thumb and index finger and I could see them get hard. He cupped his tits with his hands a few times, massaging them and then played with his nipples again. It all got him very hard again and his hips started to move. He opened and closed his legs and his pussy beckoned me to come and fuck. He licked his finger and started to play with his pussy. Fingering himself with one hand and playing with his tits with the other one. I was spellbound and unconsciously started to stroke my dick. He started to moan softly. His voice appeared to be a bit higher than normal. "Ohh baby, suck my tits, I so love it when you suck my tits hard. Do you like to see me finger my pussy? I'm making my pussy wet for you my love so you can fuck your horny bitch. I want you to fuck me hard, to take me, do as you please. I want to be your sexy horny girl, take me honey, take me". He started to stroke his cock and I knew he was about to come. Well, so was I. I moved over to his head and jerked off with my cock right above his mouth. His moans became louder and even a bit higher than before. He started to come and I came the same time. He sucked my cock as if I was squirting cum and he came hard. His cum was all over the bed and on his body. We collapsed back in the cushions and needed quite some time to get our breathing back to normal. "That was absolutely fantastic" he said "thank you my darling, we are still progressing towards the ultimate orgasm but we could be close, very close". We kissed and cuddled some more and fell asleep. Chris still wore his teddy...... The next night was my night and he was enjoying the prospect of yet another great night of sex. He even got naughty in one of the stores we shopped. In the ladies department he found a very cute pair of lace thong panties in size 1X. He threw it in my shopping basket with a little devilish smile on his face. That night we watched a nice movie on TV and when it was time to go to bed he asked me what my fantasy was. "Well my love" I looked him in the eyes and took his hand in mine "we've been having a lot of fun these last weeks with playing and pretending you being more feminine. I love that and I also love having a dick and be quite a bit more masculine during our lovemaking". He nodded in agreement and I continued "but, basically it was all pretending. We switched rolls and you acted feminine but you were not a woman. So, tonight, my fantasy is to have sex with you as a woman. I want to dress you up completely and totally as a gorgeous woman with everything that goes with it, hair, nails, tits, clothes, shoes, underwear, make-up, jewellery.......the lot". "Wow" he said "and Wow again! I'd like to try that but only as long as we close the curtains and you don't ask me to go outside.....!" He grinned and asked me : "So you've been shopping some more then". I told him he'd see in a bit but that I was convinced I would turn him into a great looking sexy woman. I looked forward to doing this so very much. Not just for the sexual part, although I knew we'd be very must aroused and excited during the next few hours, but also because we were sharing this. He was not granting me my wish, my fantasy but he wanted to be part of it. It was his fantasy too it seemed. Or should I just say that my female intuition told me that it was also his fantasy. I told him to take a shower, shave from head to toe and be ready to be transformed. I instructed him to use the special body lotion after his shower and wear the pastel lilac coloured bathrobe when he came back into the bedroom. I had a chair ready for him, not facing the mirror as I wanted his new look to be a surprise for him too. I started with the make-up. It is quite astonishing to see what make up can do to the face of a man. I had been looking at websites like vanityclub.com and pandoradepledge.com and I knew that men could look stunning but the web also showed "ugly men in skirts" and I didn't want to ruin my mental picture of Chris as a woman. After the make-up was to my liking I made him glue on a pair of very lifelike silicone boobs. They sagged and bounced like real ones and he got an enormous kick out of that. All through the whole hour and a half it took me to turn him into a woman he was clearly enjoying himself and constantly babbled about this and that. Putting on his new nails and painting them was another huge kick for him and he was pretty keen to look at his new image in the mirror. I made him wait though and loved how he put on the stockings, the bra and panties, the garterbelt and most of all the shoes. I had bought him a pair of black pumps with 4 inch heels. They looked hot and made his legs look absolutely gorgeous. I also bought him a black skirt and a nice purple blouse which looked quite stylish and I finished it all off with a necklace and ring. Then, the most important thing of the transformation, the hair. I purchased a dark brown wig, wavy with some nice bangs and medium long in the back. I looked at Chris, or rather Christy, and made her stand up. It was an awesome sight. It was all woman, totally woman! Seeing her image in the mirror she loved it too. Turning around and looking from all angles Christy was enchanted. We hugged and kissed and collapsed onto the bed. And I said "I have another surprise for you". I got up, stepped out of my bathrobe and showed the new perfect dick that, thanks to the glue appeared to be a part of my body. It looked as real as any dick on any guy and my big tits above it gave the image of the perfect shemale. To say that he was pleasantly surprised was only hinting at the truth. He touched it, looked at me, looked at my new dick again and kissed it's head. He then kissed me and said "I love our life, I love us and above all I love you!!!! You're the best". And then we made love and I fucked Christy and I sucked Christy till she came and hen Christy sucked me off and I came and a few hours later we did it all again and the next day and the next........ Now, for us, playing our rolls has become such a part of our lives we sometimes don't even look at it as playing anymore. We are what we want to be and we do what we want to do. We have fun, and make fun of each other sometimes, making silly remarks, even when in public, and no one but us ever understands why we're laughing. We came a long way and I don't know where it will end. But whatever it is, we can talk about it and we will try it and if we, or one of us, don't like it......too bad. Another idea or adventure is bound to turn up soon enough. This was my story. It's strange but all true and hopefully for all you "closet" people out there a stimulation to try and be yourself. We love our life and hope you will too. Jean