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For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is a
story about the aftermath of a wife's conduct toward her husband
continuing my story Whoops. If you haven't read that this will not mean
much. Please take a few minutes and read that story. ;-)
I would like to thank Matty Caff for her help in editing my story. She is
a classy lady and a good friend.
Carol had just arrived home from her office, poured two glasses of
Phyllis's favorite white wine, and waited for her husband's return from
work. Lost in her melancholy, Carol lamented her rash actions for the
thousandth time, which had put such a strain on their marriage. 'Oh why
hadn't I simply talked to Phil when I found all those female clothes?'
Halfway through her wine Carol began to relax and realized, at least in
the professional sense, things had gone way better than she could have
hoped for. Dr. Phyllis had rapidly developed an almost cult like
following among San Francisco's transgender community, known as the
psychologist with the bodacious boobs. Carol had offered to reduce the
size of his implants, but Phyllis declined for now. They had become his
trademark, and were partially responsible for the long waiting list of
clients. Ignoring the potential ethical conflicts of nepotism, Phyllis
had even referred several patients to Carol's office for cosmetic
surgery.
Unfortunately at home, things had not gone as well. Phyllis told Carol
that he forgave her, but he would never forget her lack of faith in him.
He remained a real gloomy Gus. Carol tried everything from sex to booze
to lift his/her spirits. So far nothing had worked. Carol sipped her
drink and let her mind wonder, trying to think outside the box,
contemplating various scenarios to revive their relationship. She ran a
range of ideas through her imagination. 'Let me see, every man's fantasy
is a three way - no that would raise the thorny issue of who to invite.
Besides there is no way I could compete with her body...Maybe just some
role playing, hmmm that has possibilities. Perhaps we could take a
romantic vacation; I would love to see Phyllis in a bikini. '
This all brought Carol back full circle to reality. Carol's first attempt
at sex with her feminized husband had been an unmitigated disaster.
Phyllis had initially rejected Carol's overtures outright. Burdened with
a great deal of guilt, Carol spent an inordinate amount of time planning
and seducing her feminized husband. She knew she had to do something, and
was fearful that one day Phyllis might lose interest in her as a sexual
partner altogether. Intimacy was only consummated when Carol was the
aggressor, and eventually he gave in to her persistent advances.
Alas, conventional intercourse proved impossible as Phil's little man
would swell; but wouldn't remain firm enough for penetration. On the
positive side, the couple rediscovered the joys of oral sex. His penis
was still sensitive and with the right oral stimulation Carol was able to
give Phyllis a modicum of pleasure.
Carol laid her head on the back of the couch and let her mind wander,
attempting to escape the nightmare of her life. She concentrated on the
memories of her recent successes in the bedroom. At the suggestion of
sex, Phyllis would always put up token resistance but once Carol got him
into bed and started sucking and licking his erogenous zones his walls of
inhibitions crumbled like a sandcastle hit by a wave. Carol took pride in
her suckling prowess. Once she went to work on his hypersensitive
nipples, she could get him to squirm and moan like a bitch in heat. For
those brief few minutes by alternating between Phyllis's three pleasure
points Carol was able to let her husband relax and enjoy his new status
of a man with tits. Carol was able to give her lover satisfaction, albeit
short of a climax, but still it provided a form of sexual release he had
been without for so long. After her sessions of fellatio, Phyllis would
reciprocate; however Carol was aware his heart wasn't in it. She
perceived it was performed more out of a sense of duty than enjoyment.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway broke Carol out of her daze.
She jumped up, her hormones raging and almost knocked over the glass of
wine perched on the coffee table. Rushing to greet her hubby at the front
door Carol glanced through the window treatments hanging on the bay
window. Her heart sank as she realized that the car was not theirs.
Rather the shiny new BMW parked in the driveway belonged to her ex-best
friend, Sue.
Carol answered the door and swung it partially open, and
unenthusiastically inquired, "Yes, what is it?
"Can I come in?"
Carol sighed and replied, "Sure, where's Chris?"
"Oh he is gone forever."
A stunned Carol threw the door open and pulled Sue into her house. "OMG,
what happened?"
Gesturing towards Carol she announced, "You guys 'happened'. I blame
Chris for this entire mix-up. If he had been 'man' enough to tell me he
was really a 'woman' none of this would have come about. I was so mad at
him. I wanted to cut his nuts off and feed them back to him in a
casserole."
"You wouldn't!"
Laughing Sue said, "No of course not, all that blood would be too hard to
clean up. Carol what hurt me the worst was his actions destroyed our
friendship. The bastard is paying for that, I promise. I have been so
concerned about you...and Phil too of course."
Carol engulfed Sue in a sisterly embrace and tried to comfort her. After
a brief pause Carol said. "Sure I was angry, but I don't blame you. I do
blamed Chris a little. After I calmed down it became clear, the fault was
entirely mine, I was a total idiot. It was too easy to believe I was the
victim, another deceived wife, I got so wrapped up in feeling sorry for
myself I lost all perspective. It was so simple to jump to conclusions,
and to believe the worst about Phil."
The two women shared an emotional moment. Sue inquired, "Are we still
friends? I haven't heard from you since that day."
Carol responded by hugging her friend as powerfully as she could. The
tears in her eyes clouded her vision but she still noticed the slightest
of movements in the porch shadows. "Sue is someone with you?"
Sue let go of her friend and took a small step back. She turned towards
the open doorway and said, "Oh my, where are my manners. Carol I would
like you to meet my new housekeeper, Chrissie get your ass in here! She
accompanied me here so I could introduce her to you and Phil."
In walked a tall, plain looking woman wearing a red long sleeve maxi
dress, that was set off nicely with her short brown curly hair and long
dangly earrings that lightly grazed the top of her broad shoulders.
Carol's first impression was this woman lacked self-confidence; she moved
with a strained gate and wore way too much makeup and had a diminutive
bosom for such a large woman.
Carol stared at her new houseguest, her head on a swivel as she looked
from Sue and then to Chrissie and back again. Suddenly she had an
epiphany. In amazement she said, "Sue, I thought you said that Chris was
gone, if I am wrong this is going to be terribly embarrassing; but isn't
this your husband?"
Sue let out a belly laugh and looked Chrissie in the face and said, "Oh
heavens no. I no longer have a husband. Do I Chrissie?"
Chrissie stuttered out the response, "N...No Miss, your...your husband is
gone forever. I have replaced him as your loving and faithful companion."
Carol raised a cocked eyebrow and stared at Chrissie, half expecting to
see a curtsy. But instead all she observed was a woman with an enigmatic
grim who stood perfectly still, her shoulders back, and hands demurely
crossed in front.
"Sue what the hell is going on?"
"Alright, if I have to spell it out for you I will. As you found out
Chris is a transsexual and has wanted to live his life as a woman. I have
simply given him that opportunity. We had a long talk and realized we
still love each other so we decided to stay together, just not as husband
and wife. Chrissie is now my boarder, has her own room in the basement
and pays me rent; but as a punishment for her keeping secrets, she
volunteered to become my permanent housekeeper. She goes to her law
office during the day and comes home at night. After her household chores
are completed she transitions into my friend/companion, and on some
special nights my concubine. She really has a very talented tongue. I am
thinking about renting her out."
Chrissie shifted nervously back and forth on his feet and turned a deep
crimson red from embarrassment; but remained silent.
Carol's hand flew to her face in disbelief as she proclaimed, "Oh my God!
It seems my actions have destroyed two marriages!"
"No dear," Sue gestured towards Chrissie, "Our relationship was doomed
for a long time. Chris keeping his secret was like the sword of Damocles
hanging over our marriage. It was only a matter of time until it fell. So
please don't feel responsible for anything that has happened between us.
In fact, I believe we are happier now than at any time in our marriage."
Chrissie smiled and nodded his head almost indiscernibly in agreement.
Carol looked at the wine glasses on the table and said, "I am a terrible
hostess. Here Sue take this one, I will get another glass for Chris."
Sue took a sip and said, "This is excellent."
Carol started for the kitchen and said, "Yes it is a German wine,
Liebfraumilch I believe it is called, it is Phyllis's favorite. There are
several more bottles in the refrigerator. Let me go get a bottle."
Sue stopped Carol in her tracks with, "Don't bother with anything for
Chrissie. She isn't thirsty right now!"
Chrissie waved his hand as if to say yea, she's right.
"Excuse me, I believe I hear, Phyllis' car now. We can all sit down and
talk this thing through."
"Well if that is what you want, but I had hoped to take everyone out to
dinner. The four of us have dinner reservations at the new club on State
Avenue."
At that moment Phyllis walked through the open door, totally distracted
his head down as he was busily texting on his phone. He glanced into the
room and only acknowledged his guests with a mere nod. Without a word he
headed straight to the bedroom. The rhythmic clicking of his heels on the
hardwood floor resonated through the room, and was ended by the gentle
closing of the door.
Carol took a large gulp from her glass and apologized for the cool
reception and began to sob. "Well at least she didn't slam the door this
time. I am so sorry; she has become such a curmudgeon and a total hermit.
She goes to work and spends her nights pouting in our bedroom."
A concerned Sue reached for Carols hands and said, "It's alright, we can
make it another night."
"No, please I would love to go out tonight, I am going stir crazy. Aside
from work I haven't been out of the house since that fateful day."
Chrissie set his purse on the couch and stood up and walked toward the
closed bedroom door. Over his shoulder, he said, "As a lawyer I have
always had a gift for oral persuasion; let me give it a try."
Carol shrugged her shoulders in consent. She and Sue sat in the living
room, and drank wine and waited the outcome of the bedroom summit. They
waited, 10, 20, 30 minutes: and still nothing. Just as Carol was about to
go find out what was going on, the bedroom door opened and the two
'ladies' walked into the room shoulder to shoulder. Both Carol and Sue
did a double take as their husbands were holding hands. Phyllis had
changed outfits and was now dressed in a pink scarf-type blouse and
subtle pink and gray plaid tulip skirt, her outfit was completed with
white three inch open toe wedge sandals. Without making eye contact,
Chrissie walked to her purse and took out her lipstick and compact and
proceeded to repair her lips.
Phyllis two steps behind said, "Carol I can't possibly go out looking
like this. Have you seen my lip-gloss? Mine seems to have worn off." At
which point Phyllis and Chrissie glanced at each other and giggled in
unison.
Sue leaned into Carol and whispered, "What the hell happened in there?"
"I have no idea, I am not sure I want to know. Let's get out of here
before they change their minds."
Sue glanced at her watch and walked to the front door with a "Come on
ladies, it's time to go, let's party."
Sue drove with Carol joining her in the front seat. Phyllis and Chrissie
slipped into the backseat and snuggled together. The drive to the
restaurant was uneventful except for an occasional tittering chuckle from
the rear. At one point Carol turned to investigate the commotion and
caught a glimpse of Chrissie with her hand on Phyllis's happy area.
Catching Carol's eye, Chrissie gave her a dramatic theatrical wink and
calmly moved her hand back to her own lap.
The restaurant lobby was crowded with guests milling around waiting for a
table. Sue confidently bullied her way through the throng to the
receptionist's stand and announced their arrival. As the hostess checked
her reservation list, Sue subtly slipped her a twenty dollar bill.
Amongst a slight murmur of complaints, the foursome was seated almost
immediately. The four were shown to a table on the patio overlooking a
beautiful well lit Japanese garden. The ladies sat in silence mesmerized
by the relaxing nature of the four tiered terracotta water fall that
emptied into a fish pond full of coy. It seemed time passed in a flash,
as a handsome muscular young man seemed to materialize out of nowhere
near their table. All eyes turn to this Adonis as he said in a deep
resonating voice, "Hello ladies let me welcome you. I am Peter. I will be
your server tonight."
Then in a flirtatious manner he added, "If there is anything you see that
is not on the menu, just ask for it."
Sue ordered a bottle of chardonnay and an appetizer of sliced cheeses for
the table. Carol and Phyllis each ordered the halibut special, Sue
ordered a petite steak, medium well and told the waiter Chrissie would
only be having a green salad with the dressing on the side, commenting
"She is on a very stick diet. Isn't that right Chrissie?"
As the waiter left, Phyllis shocked everyone with the offhanded comment.
"Girls, get a look at those buns of steel. He could crush a walnut with
that ass."
Carol, Sue and Chrissie about got whiplash whirling the heads to the
direction Phyllis was looking. Then everyone looked at Phyllis who was
grinning like a Cheshire cat and responded "What? I was just making an
observation."
This produced spontaneous laughter from all four, which was loud enough
to attract the attention of several adjoining tables. Regaining their
composure the ladies quieted down and waited for the main course to be
served. In low conspiratorial tones, they passed the time by taking turns
rating the asses of the various waiters that fluttered around the room.
In a unanimous decision Peter's was rated 'best of show.' During a lull
in the game, Sue said, "Carol, Chrissie has something important to ask
you. Go on dear, now is as good a time as any."
Chrissie took a deep breath and stared at the napkin in his lap with his
scarlet painted lips trembling, and said, "Carol as you know Phyllis is
my psychologist and has given me permission to officially begin my
transition. I feel terrible about the trouble I have caused between the
two of you. The question I want to ask is, would you consider doing my
cosmetic surgery?"
"Of course I will, when the time is right." Carol put her hand on
Chrissie's jaw and turned it to get a better perspective. She said, "You
have great bone structure and a lot of potential to be pretty. Exactly
what kind of look are you going for?"
Chrissie broke into get sobs and tears flowed down his cheeks like hot
lava.
Chrissie used his napkin to dry her eyes and accidently smeared his
mascara so that he looked like he had a raccoon mask on. Everyone at the
table refrained from commenting realizing it wouldn't help. Between
blubbers Chrissie managed, "I have no right to request your help; but
please I just want so much to look like Phyllis." He brought his hands up
to his small breasts and went on, "I am so jealous of her figure. Could
you do the same for me? I can't wait to have big bazongas like hers."
Carol was dismayed, "Chrissie you need to really think about that
decision. What I did to Phil was a terrible mistake. If you want to live
your life as a normal woman you really should have something more
proportion to your body frame."
Sue reached over and patted her husband's hand, "Now, now sweetie, don't
cry; it will be alright. We will find some way to get you the great big
boobies you want. Phyllis, why don't you take your little sister to the
powder room and help repair her face?"
As the two got out of earshot Sue spoke, "She is so emotional now that
the hormones have kicked in."
"Sue, those were just prescribed last week, they should not have that
much of an impact already."
"I know, I probably shouldn't tell you this but I have been feeding him
my birth control pills for weeks and weeks and I made a copy of the
hormone script and had it filled at two different locations. I have been
feeding Chris a double dose every day."
"You idiot, do you know what could happen. He must be monitored very
closely. The side effects can be deadly."
"I know that is why I am telling you. I still love her and don't want
anything bad to happen. I am just impatient for the process to show
results."
Carol leaned toward her friend and asked, "How far does he intend to take
this?"
"Right now he only wants to appear more feminine. But, what he wants is
irrelevant. I intend for him to go all the way. Mark my words, when the
time comes he will be begging for a pussy."
An incredulous Carol asked, "You want him to be a complete woman?"
"Yes, of course. As far as I know, he doesn't like men; so as a woman he
will have to stay with me forever, as a housekeeper and friend. Living
24/7 as a woman started today. Chrissie had her first day at work in
skirts. That is one of the reasons she is so emotional. She was read as a
man and had several verbal confrontations, one at work with a co-worker
and one with a total stranger during the train ride home."
Carol tried to digest this startling information when Sue cheerfully
announced, "Here come the girls now, forget this little incident and try
and enjoy the rest of our evening. Maybe we could even pickup a couple of
guys."
Carol gasped, "Are you crazy? As a married woman, I will never cheat on
my husband; it is out of the question!"
"Oh, Carol, don't be an old stick in the mud. Sixty five percent of wives
cheat on their husbands at one time or another, so don't go getting all
goody two shoes on me. I have already started bringing men home to get
Chrissie accustomed to the idea. I haven't taken any to my bed yet, but
that will come."
The rest of the evening was a disappointment. No one felt in the party
mood.
Sue dropped off Carol and Phyllis at their home. Carol was dismayed, when
her husband, hugged Sue goodnight and gave Chrissie a lingering kiss on
the lips.
Carol chased Phyllis down and wanted to talk about the evening but
Phyllis refused to discuss the issue and went directly to bed.
It was exactly a week later; Carol had a terrible premonition that
something bad was about to happen and spent the entire afternoon calling
Phyllis on her cell phone. Every call went immediately to voicemail. Her
office was no help, all the receptionist would say was the doctor was out
of the office. About sundown, a chipper Phyllis bounced into the house
only to find a very distressed Carol sitting on the couch working on her
second glass of Scotch.
"Honey, where have you been all afternoon? I have been so worried about
you; I have been calling and calling. Please tell me about your day."
"Carol, please fix me a drink, and I will tell you everything, it has
been a magical day. This morning I had a new pharmaceutical
representative call on me. Bob was his name, an extremely handsome man
with eyes that you could get lost in. After his very professional and
persuasive pitch, he invited me out to lunch."
A very concerned Carol sipped her drink, leaned forward, and listened
intently.
In a very nonchalant manner Phyllis continued. "I initially turned him
down."
Carol who had been holding her breath exhaled and said, "Initially?"
"Yes dear, he was so persistent and just oozed sensuality. You have been
pestering me about getting out more so I accepted just to make you happy.
He drove us to the restaurant that is attached to his hotel."
"His hotel?" questioned Carol.
"Yes, Bob explained they have the best lunch buffet in the area. We had a
delightful meal, and way too much wine. I knew I had too much to drink to
go back to work. So I took the afternoon off and spent it with Bob."
Phyllis looked down and rubbed a stain on her blouse then questioned,
"How do you get red wine stains out?"
A very anxious Carol walked over to her husband and closely examined her
blouse. Using her fingernail Carol scrapped off a crusted blob of
material. "It would appear you have more than wine on your outfit. Care
to explain?"
"Oh that, I am afraid I have been a very, very bad girl. After lunch
Bob, brazenly invited me back to his room for desert. I guess some
dribbled there."
Carol suddenly felt lightheaded and went and sat back on the couch. "Damn
it, Phil, tell me what happened!"
"Well we got to his room and lo and behold Bob had lied, there was no
desert. I just pouted as I had my heart set on something sweet, so Bob
improvised. He offered to let me a suck on his mansicle."
Carol's lower lip began to quiver as she sat and stared in amazement.
Phil licked his lips and said, "Honey, I don't understand why before all
this, you never wanted to give me head. I find the texture and taste to
be indescribable, it was simply smoothielicious. I have been told by my
clients that every man's discharge is different. I can't wait to carry
out my own taste test."
Phyllis proudly continued, "Bob's virility was incredible. After I had my
creamy desert he was hard again in just a few minutes. He helped me up
from my knees and lovingly laid me on the bed on my back. It was
fortuitous I wore stockings and not pantyhose today. Before I knew what
to make of it, he had my legs over his shoulders. He pushed aside my
panties and licked my man pussy, until I thought I would pass out from
the pleasure. Then he had my high heels pointed to the ceiling as he
rammed that magnificent pole into me. It was pure bliss, I knew I had
died and gone to heaven. Oh Carol, if a pussy feels half that good. I am
going to reconsider my decision on a sex change."
Then with a silly manner Phyllis jokingly said, "You are the expert, what
do you think, should I turn my dick into a slip and slide?"
A hysterical Carol began to sob uncontrollably and wailed, "Oh how could
you do this...to me?"
Phil stood callously and watched his wife's distress. He walked over to
the sofa and placed his drink down on the end table. With one finger he
scooped up a tear running down Carol's face and said, "Big whoop, you are
upset. You asked about my day."
Gabbing his breasts, and lifting them up for emphasis he said, "Remember
dear, you created this package, don't get upset just because someone
found it attractive and wanted to unwrap it and play with it!"
Phil went and poured himself a refill, stopping only when the golden
liquid threatened to overflow the glass. He stood over an obviously upset
Carol, and twisted the knife in her heart. "Honey, I need to ask you a
favor."
With tears dripping down her cheeks Carol looked up and replied, "What is
it?"
"I was wondering if you could find someplace else to sleep tonight. I
have invited Bob over to spend the night. Having you here would be a tad
bit awkward."
Flabbergasted at his audacity Carol wailed, "No problem, you bitch, I
will go to my mother's."
Phil turned and said, "Fine; but before you leave would you mind tiding
up the place a little, it really needs a good dusting. I want to take a
bath and get ready for my date."
Carol ran out of the room sobbing hysterically. Phil stood in the doorway
and yelled "Won't you at least vacuum the carpet before you go? It will
only take a minute."
In self-satisfaction he watched as she climbed into her car and slammed
thedoor. Phil coldheartedly waved good-bye and closed the front door.
Heading to his bedroom he thought, 'I have the whole night all to myself.
After spending the entire day in that boring seminar I am looking forward
to a hot bath and a good book.
I probably was a little rough on her, but she deserved it. Payback is a
bitch. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell her there is no Bob, I made the whole
thing up. Then again, maybe I won't.'
The end.
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