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The Halloween Crossdressing Mistake My wife Stacy and I were standing in a room with about 30 other people. The room, was one of those fancy ballrooms that you only find in old universities, or houses that were owned by people with entirely too much money. I mean really, who has the extra money just lying around to build a ballroom!? You can use these things what, four times a year if you are lucky? Well, I digress. So we are standing there in this ballroom, at what is considered to be the halloween party of the year. Stacy, as an up and coming executive at a local business got an invite through her boss. She was very excited. We were currently listening to the speech that our host was giving us about how we were in for the night of our lives. While I was not convinced about that, I had to admit that this place was impressive. The entire house was done up like a giant haunted house, and the other attendees had some of the most impressive costumes I had ever seen. You know how normally at halloween, if someone dresses up as say, a Knight and princess (they were standing to our left) you would get a mix of some cheap halloween store fabric a fake sword, and maybe if you were lucky a helmet or something. These guys were tricked out. I was pretty sure that the chainmail the guy was wearing was real, and the girl's tiara and dress seemed like they were designed especially for this occasion. My eyes roved over the deep plunging neckline of her turquoise dress, taking in the delicious site of some truly impressive knockers. Good stuff. I looked back before (I hope) my wife caught me taking too much interest in the scenery. Anyway, suffice it to say that these were some of the best costumes I had seen. From the vampire couple in the corner, to the cowboy and indian couple in front, each and every one was a sight to see. Our costumes were no exception in my opinion, but mostly due to Stacy, not me. We were going as Han Solo and Leia Organa. This was one of the capitulations my wife made to convince me to go to this fancy party. As a lead programmer in a software startup, the majority of my time was spent interacting with either computers, or people that were so technical, they might as well be computers. Social events like this, especially where I did not know many people made me nervous. However, looking to my left, and seeing my gorgeous wife dressed up as Princess Leia, made it all almost worth it. She had taken some (acceptable, for obvious reasons) liberties with the classic white dress that Leia wore throughout most of New hope and made it semi-skin tight with long slits going up the legs and the classic bun's over her hair. The outfit perfectly highlighted her tall curves. Her 'c' cup breasts filled out the outfit nicely, and her legs looked incredible each time they peaked out from under the dress. In other words, she looked great. As I often did, I wondered in amazement at my luck of ending up with this woman. The costume choice had actually been a bit of a debate. She had originally wanted to go as some sort of Amazonian warrior, but I told her loincloths and whatnot are not for me, much as I would have liked to see her in that sort of costume. I had countered with a Princess Leia (in metal bikini), knowing that I was pushing my luck. But I really didn't want to go to this party anyway, so I figured I might as well. She did not go for that, but she did offer the possibility of her current outfit, which she and I both knew was a bribe to get me to go. I suppose it might be worth it, I considered, as I happily glanced at her standing next to me. Just then, I tuned back in to whatever our host was saying. (How can this guy talk for this long about Halloween?) "So Now," he pompously intoned, "we come to the nights entertainment...It turns out, the entertainment is you." A brief pause, when I am pretty sure all of us wondered if he was going to be throwing us into some sort of pit to fight to the death. (or maybe that was just me) He continued, "Let me explain. Right now, you have all painstakingly designed some quite excellent costumes. I meanwhile, have spent the time preparing for tonight by acquiring the most unique amulet. This stone..." He held the thing up for all to see. "has an amazing ability. Once per year, on this very night, it is able to take the fantasies and costumes of all of those nearby and turn them into reality!!" Ok, now everyone looked at each other like the guy was nuts. I was thinking the same thing, but I admit that a small bit of apprehension was growing inside me. He continued, unconcerned about the evident disbelief. "For the duration of the next 24 hours, all of the props, costumes, articles of clothing, and decorations will become real. I urge everyone to feel free to stay here for the duration of the party, however you are welcome to return home if you desire. Be aware however, that if you are not within this house, and the range of the stone when the time run out, that the changes may not revert properly, if at all. You all have been warned. Finally, there is a room that has been prepared for each couple. The number can be found on the dinner card you picked up when you first came in. Feel free to use that room as your own during this little Halloween experiment. Each room has been fully stocked with a variety of amenities that you may find useful. That said, and without further ado. Let the games begin!" *!FLASH!* The amulet flashed bright, momentarily blinding all of us as a tingle went through my entire body. Shit. I am in trouble..... ************************************************************ To explain why, I need to take a quick step backwards. You see, for as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed crossdressing. I have never been overt about it, and have never gone out in public dressed. I have never been confident that I could 'pass' and thus never tried it. Also, it is important to make clear here (in case my earlier drooling did not indicate it) I am very much heterosexual. I have never had any desire for men and to be honest, the idea of hooking up with a man is pretty much gross. (No offense to those who enjoy the idea...I could just not stomach it) That said, I have always enjoyed thinking about what it must be like for a heterosexual woman. How they could actually be attracted to the hairy lumbering oafs that men so often are. How it must feel to be vulnerable in so many situations, and the fascinating relationship between men and women when the man becomes the protector. I wondered about sex, and what it would feel like to be the one being penetrated as opposed to the other way around . To explain a little further, I wanted to see what it would be like to be one of those incredibly attractive creatures called 'woman.' And if I was going to experience that, then I also wanted the 'full' experience as it were. Still, for me this was all more of a fantasy than some deep seated desire to change my sex. I was quite happy being a heterosexual male. These fantasies did provide a large amount of mental material when I was jerking off, but that was about the sum total of it. Dressing up in the privacy of my own home allowed me to imagine I was experiencing those things and allowed for some excellent solo sexual escapes. It was all just for me, and I did not feel any real need to share it with the world, unless I could do it 'right.' Except for one thing. Panties. Of all articles of women's clothing I found these little strips of cloth the most fascinating and arousing. And from time to time, I would occasionally wear them outside. They would always be carefully concealed under pants and often boxers and loose shirts. I was incredibly careful. But it did give me a sexual high when I was able to spend just a small amount of time walking around and getting the tiniest feel for the 'other side.' Several years ago, Stacy actually caught me at my little escape when she came home early unexpectedly from a business trip. I was terrified at first, having no idea how she would respond to it. We sat down and talked it all over. I had to explain why I did what I did, and reassure her that I still loved her and found her attractive. She heard me out, and considered everything that I had said. Secretly, I had hoped that she would decide that this could become a new game in our sexual arsenal, but that was not to be the case. She said she was not sure how she felt about it, and that it was a little weird. I told her I completely understood, and promised to never bother her with this again. She in turn, promised that she would make sure to give me the space I needed, as long as I still wanted to have sex and spend time with her in the 'normal' way. While it maybe was not the ideal that I could have dreamed of, I was content with this arrangement. She did not hate me, and was not disgusted as I had feared on some level she might be. We both still loved each other and things would continue as they have been. So, how does this all relate to Halloween? Well, for me the holiday had always been an excuse to let loose a little bit. Once or twice I had actually dressed up as a girl as a 'joke costume.' Even though I wanted to, I never went overboard trying to appear realistic because I did not want to let on to anyone what my secret hobby was. I also realized that I could not become 'the guy who dresses as a woman every year' so I picked different costumes every year. What I did however, was often use Halloween as an excuse to don one small (concealable) article of clothing, often a pair of panties. The times dressing up as a woman had been while my wife and I were still dating. Since she found out, I have barely dared to have my small Halloween panty outing, much less dressing up fully. I did not want to bring up our discussion again. Still, for this particular event, as you might have guessed, I was actually not a fan of going. I did not feel like listening to boring people chat about stuff I did not care about. So, I decided to have my own little bit of fun, and go to the fancy outing wearing my favorite silky pink thong. Obviously Stacy did not know, but it gave me a certain level of satisfaction, even as I was sitting through what I thought would be a boring night. ************************************************************* So, fast foward back to the present. As our host explained his plan, my foreboding came from the tiny scrap of fabric that was currently cradling my balls and sliding between my butt cheeks. I was wearing a pair of panties. And there were some frightening implications if what this guy was saying was true. *!FLASH!* As the tingle subsided, I looked down at myself and I looked just about the same. I was still wearing Han's signature v-neck shirt, and the pants with the distinctive stripe down the side. The toy blaster which hung at my side however, suddenly felt much heavier. I was momentarily distracted from my other troubles as, with a feeling of disbelief, I felt its weight in my hands and realized how heavy it was. It definitely felt like metal, not plastic, and definitely heavier. But....Uh Oh... That is when I noticed the first difference. It was not just that the blaster was heavier, I was pretty sure my hands were smaller. They were completely shrunken to the point where a casual observer might notice it. But since they were my hands, I was pretty easily able to spot the difference between my large meaty palms and the current model with these delicate little digits. I broke out in a cold sweat and glanced over at Stacy. She was pouting. "Darn!" she exclaimed. "Why did we have to wear these stupid star wars costumes. If we had been super heroes or something, we would be able to fly." Quite frankly, I was amazed at her ability to complain about the fact that we did not get the 'best changes' rather than be flabbergasted that anything had changed at all. The evidence of these changes was quickly becoming clear. Superman and supergirl were flying around above us. There was a couple of x-men in the corner that looked like they had just blown up a glass with a beam of red light, and the warrior beside me looked even larger and more intimidating than he had before. Stacy broke me out of my revelry by pulling me, bodily across the room. "Hey," I cried. And then stopped. My voice seemed like it was higher than before. I made an effort to pitch it lower and continued, "Where are we going!?" I was partially pleased with the results. I still sounded a little strange, but it seemed fairly close to normal. It seemed like everything was just a little off. "To our room honey," she replied, while still moving. "I am a little concerned about what might go down in there with the number of crazy costumes that people had. I think it might be best to lie low for a little bit." While I agreed with her in theory, I was slightly concerned about leaving the party. At least in public, I could use the crowd to distract my wife from me, and what I was already thinking could be some significant changes. Alone though, that task would become much more difficult. As I was mentally pondering that, I realized that we had somehow managed to traverse half the mansion to get to a back corner of one hall where our designated room was. In moments, Stacy had used the ornate key that was in the lock to open the door, grabbed the key, pulled us inside, and re-locked the door. She turned to me almost immediately. She seemed taller....My mind was going a thousand miles an hour. Too much had happened, I did not know how to process it. She was not giving me time either. "I don't know whether it is that amulet, or just seeing real magic, but I am incredibly horny," She confessed, breathlessly, pushing her body against mine and moving us towards the bed. I felt the taste of her lips on mine and swooned a little at the touch. I was horny too, but also very very concerned. Something was not right. Stacy however, was a woman with a mission. She pushed me onto the bed, and in one motion, managed to pull the entire 'Princess Leia' outfit over her head. She stood there in a matching set of lingerie that almost had to have come from a bridal set. Bra, panties, garter. The works. I was turned on. But, unfortunately, that did not seem to result in the normal feeling of rock hardness in my pants that I would generally associate with this sight. Without warning, she pounced on me, and pulled my shirt over my head. She looked down and smiled. "I did not know you shaved your chest for this. Good call." I had not. But looking down, my chest was completely devoid of hair. Even more concerning, I noticed my nipples seemed just a little larger. They were definitely erect, which can happen to men sometimes, but not extremely often unless it is cold. And the temperature in the room was just a pleasant room temperature. I only had a chance to wonder whether there was a puffiness under those nipples or not when Stacy once again had her mouth on mine. I continued to respond, not knowing what else to do. Then suddenly I felt her move slightly, and then her hand grabbed my crotch, intending I am sure to take hold of my erect dick. I gasped in what was definitely not a masculine fashion as her hand came into contact with something that was definitely not my erect dick. Tingles flowed up and down my spine. "What the Hell!?" she exclaimed. "I can't find your dick!" Almost before I could stop her she went for the buttons on my pants. "Stacy wait..." I said unconvincingly. But to be honest, I was almost as curious about what she was uncovering as she was. She pulled at my pants and I weakly raised my hips to allow them to slide off. Figuring I might as well face the music. As she did, the bright pink satin of my panties came into view. I looked down and saw them sitting there on my hips. Completely flat against my crotch in a perfect triangle. I stared in disbelief. I did not think it was possible. Even up till this point with all the clues leading up to it, I did not think this could happen. Stacy apparently was not convinced either. She had pulled my pants off and was now going for the panties. There was a look of determination on her face now, and I was concerned because I know that she would want to see this through. I feebly tried to put my hands in the way to prevent her from removing this one last garment, but she was having none of it. She batted my hands away, and pulled the panties of my hips. Revealing a perfectly bald mound, and as I looked down, over the two very small bumps under my nipples, I could just see the start of a slit between my legs. I was a woman. With a pussy. Huh. Seems that amulet was real... "Stacy, I can explain...." I started to stammer out. To be honest, I had no idea whether or not I could explain, but I figured that I might as well try. "Don't bother honey, I think I can figure things out pretty much on my own. You decided to have one of your little 'thrills' by dressing up in some of those panties you keep stashed under the bed...." My eyes widened a little when I realized she had found my secret stash. She smiled a little, which I took as a good sign. "I have never really been comfortable with the whole idea, because when I am with a man, I want to be with a man, not a woman." At this, my eyes lowered. I knew her feelings on this whole issue, and I honestly tried to respect them. I just figured that I could have gotten away with this little outing. Her next words though, gave me hope. "What I haven't been entirely honest with you about though, is I don't mind being with a woman...In fact, I tried it a couple times in college and really enjoyed it..." I looked up just in time to see a sly sort of smile cross her features as she confessed this last part. She continued, seemingly getting more confident. "Well hon, it seems that you are in for quite the night. Originally, I planned on letting you get off by fucking a princess leia look-alike, something I am sure you have fantasized about more than once." She was right. But hey, what red blooded male nerd hadn't? "But, it seems that you are in no position to fuck anything tonight. Only really to be fucked." My cheeks went crimson at this. I still had not really come to terms with what was even now laying exposed between my legs. I have been entirely too distracted by the prospect of my marriage unraveling, although it was starting to look like this might work out. "I think, what I want to do next, is to explore that little body of yours." She said with a wicked sort of grin. "Actually," she corrected, "I want to watch you explore it." I was not even sure that it was possible for me to blush more than I already was, but that did it. She giggled in response. I was terrified. I was not even sure I was ready to explore my new anatomy, much less in front of my wife who up until about a minute ago, I was convinced was going to divorce me. "Come on there panty boy....I mean Girl...you got yourself into this mess, and I am willing to make the most of it, but you had better do what I said for the rest of the night." She had that determined look in her eye that brooked no argument. I slowly looked down to take in my nude body. It was definitely female. From my perspective, I could see that there were indeed small bumps under my newly sensitive nipples. They were barely noticeable, and I was sure that I could hide them under a shirt. Probably only an 'A' cup if that. Still though, it game my chest the definite look of being feminine, NOT my previous masculine hairiness. My eyes traveled downwards, and I noticed that there was a slight curve inward above my hips that had not been there before, and that my stomach had flattened slightly. Again, neither was incredibly noticeable or defined, but it was definitely there. If I had to guess, I would imagine whatever magic created the change needed to allow the Han solo costume to remain relatively true, while also incorporating the panties I was wearing. Hence the almost androgynous appearance. My eyes continued their downward path. I could see, out of the corner of my eye, that Stacy was both watching me, and the progress of my eyes. I sat up slightly so that I could look down between my legs. Of all of my body, this was the most obviously feminine. My newly formed mound was completely hairless, and a perfect pair of lips cut down the center of my crotch where my dick had once proudly stood. I shuddered slightly. I still can't believe this is real. Though I had always been curious about being a woman, I honestly really liked being a man. I was not sure if I was ready for this or not. But it appeared I did not have much choice. As I continued my examination, I noticed that my legs were now completely devoid of hair as well, and had rounded out slightly to a more feminine build. Finally, my feet had the same daintiness that I had noticed in my hands earlier. Overall, I was not going to win any beauty pageants with my andro look, but I also was attractive in a unique sort of manner. Or at least that is what my still male brain was thinking. I looked up at my wife. She smiled, and purred, "Ok, now since you have had a look, I want to see you actually explore that tight little body. I want you to feel yourself up." This instruction was honestly an easy one. Despite my fear and trepidation, some part of me had wanted to feel myself up since I first realized what had happened. I started with my new nipples, rubbing my hands over them and pinching just a little. Each movement sent sparks up and down my spine. and I cried out with a feminine little "Oh" that sent Stacy into fits of giggles. I burned red with embarrassment, as I realized once again that my voice had definitely gone up an octave or so with all the other changes. As my hands were wandering across my chest, Stacy got up. "Don't worry about me lover boy," she said, "I am just going to give you a little privacy to explore while I check out what supplies we have here. But don't stop. Or else I will have to punish you!" She said that last with a wink, so I was mostly sure that she was joking. But only mostly sure. Still, I wanted to take advantage of the momentairly quasi-privacy to really see what this new form was like. I let my hands slide down over my stomach (Tummy seemed like a somehow more appropriate word) to hover of the mound between my legs. I reached a single finger down, and ran it down the middle of the slit. I gasped. This was a completely different but also somewhat similar feeling to what I had previously had as a man. I know that doesn't make sense, but it is true. The sexual arousal and jolts were familiar, and I could place them immediately. But the sensations were completely different. Rather than an intense pressure in my penis, I felt pleasure more in waves. Emanating from between my legs, but ultimately spreading out across my entire body. Rather than the pressure and feeling of being ready to explode, I felt this sudden feeling that turned my body to jello. I was fairly certain that if I tried to stand right now, I would collapse as my knees could not possibly support me in the state they were in. I dipped a finger between the folds and found them sopping wet. This did not surprise me, as I had been feeling a continuing buildup of that warm wet empty feeling since this whole thing had started. I had been around enough pussy in my life to know that this one, was more than primed as it were. I let my finger travel up between the lips to where I felt my clitoris should be hiding and almost screamed as a jolt of electricity passed through me so strong that I was fairly certain the other previous feelings I had been having might well have just been minor static shocks. This body was incredibly sensitive. Just then, Stacy came sauntering back into view. Except something was wrong. She was still completely naked, and still wearing that amazing lingerie set, except for one thing. At her crotch, there was an ominous looking strappy garment in place of her panties. And at the front of the contraption, was a large purple dildo. She was wearing a strap-on. I stared in astonishment. "Look what I found in the 'supplies' they left us honey!" She exclaimed with obvious joy. "I thought that there was not going to be any fucking that went on tonight, but it turns out I was wrong. Except that you will be the one getting fucked!" "Stacy," I started, wanting to slow things down. A lot. I was not sure I was at all ready for any sexual encounters, much less with a purple dildo that looked to be about twice the size of my now missing penis. A small stab of extremely agitating jealousy ran through me at the impressive looking tool. "I am not sure if I am quite..." "No, Stop!" She commanded. "Like I said, you got yourself into this mess, and now you are going to have to deal with it. And we are going to have some fun. " With that, she bounded over to the bed. The plastic dick bouncing furiously as she did. She jumped on top of me, straddling me, with the plastic penis sticking up proudly right above my newly modified anatomy. I shuddered at the thought that I was now perfectly designed to take that thing inside me. "Touch it," she ordered, with that look that told me I had better listen. Reluctantly, I reached up to grab the purple rod that was dancing in the center of my vision. When my hand wrapped around it, I was amazed, as it felt absolutely giant. I was not at all unused to having my hand around a dick, as I had spent my fair share of time throughout my life practicing 'self-love' but this was something completely different. First, as I stated, this thing was larger than I had ever been. Secondly, my hands I was just now realizing, may have shrunk even farther than I had thought, making this thing seem even larger to the point where my hand barely fit all the way around it. Finally, I was used to the cock pointing out, not directly in at me. Stacy grabbed my hand, and without a word, started gently guiding my hand up and down the shaft of the dildo. I could not believe I was stroking this thing like I was giving it a hand job. Next, she leaned forward, and the pulled my head towards the head of the beast between her legs. I considered resisting, but I was so turned on at this point, that I was not sure that I cared. This part had always been fascinating to me. Did women enjoy the taste of cock? Did they get off having this huge rod shoved into their mouths? I guess I was about to get a taste. (pun intended) I half-heartedly tried to close my mouth and shake my head, but Stacy just pushed the tool right up to my lips so that it was like I was kissing it. I shook my head again, feeling that I needed to give some sort of resistance, and hoping that she would just give up. I had decided that I was really not ready for this particular experience. Right then though, was when she reached down and cupped my pussy, massaging my clit as she did it. I could not help but gasp, and when I did, in went the dildo through my now wide open lips. I let out a kind of mphmm, as I felt the thing invade my mouth. It felt huge. It was huge. My mouth felt like it was stretched as far as I could manage just to fit the thing inside. Then Stacy started to push her hips towards my face. I could smell the intoxicating smell of her arousal coming from the lips hidden behind the purple monstrosity currently facing me. Or was that my own arousal. It occurred to me that we probably smelled quite similar now. A strange thought that was pushed from my head as Stacy pushed the thing farther into my mouth. I almost gagged a little. I considered biting down to stop its forward progress, but I felt that would somehow be wrong, even though I knew it could not hurt Stacy. Just when I thought I might actually hurl, she pulled back. I thought I was going to get relief, but she immediately started to push back in. The motion repeated itself as she giggled. "How do you like being face fucked Honey?" she asked with obvious glee. "Mmmmmph," I replied, since the dildo was never actually withdrawn enough for me to make real sentences. Attempting to speak also had the effect of pushing my tounge along the shaft of the fake penis as it went in and out. The experience was interesting and strange. Men never really use their mouths like this. Even when I had orally pleased my wife, I was generally sticking my tongue OUT and licking her. Similarly when kissing, I was normally the agressive one. Having something inside my mouth to respond to was a new and different experience. I was not sure if it was the body, or the magic, or what, but I found the whole experience to be increasing my level of horniness. Just as my mouth was starting to get sore, she pulled out, leaving me gasping a little for air and working my mouth to get it back to feeling normal. She smiled down at me. "Well Sweetheart, you got your first taste of cock, but trust me, that is nothing yet. I want you to go lay down on the bed on your back, and grab your ankles." She gave this command casually that I barely questioned it. I just kind of climbed up on the bed. It was when it came time to grab my ankles that I balked. The bed was easy. That was comfortable, and more familiar than kneeling on the floor in front of a giant fake penis. What I was not sure about however, was assuming a position whose purpose was rather obvious. My wife intended to use that monster on an area other than my mouth. The idea was terrifying. Somehow putting the thing in my mouth seemed strange, but not completely foreign. At least my mouth had not significantly changed though this process. What lay between my legs though, was completely new. The idea of sticking something into me, especially as far into me as that purple monster would go, seemed crazy. Still, Stacy saw my hesitation, and was not having any of it. She climbed onto the bed and pushed me onto my back. I felt the dildo slapping against one of my legs as she got us both in position. Then, once I was on my back, she gently, but firmly lifted my legs over my head and up into the air. I was struck by how much muscle mass I must have lost. Not only did this action seem easy for her, but I did not really feel like I could have resisted her if I tried. Still though, If I was being honest with myself, I was only really putting up a token resistance. Much as what was about to happy was terrifying, I was incredibly horny and very curious. I wanted to experience this. I wanted to see where this was leading me. I wanted, both literally and figuratively, to ride this as far as it went. It was at that moment that I felt the tip of that purple tool at the lips that just earlier today, I never thought I would have. I gasped as my wife rubbed the end along my slit, causing shivers to shoot up and down my body. I looked up between my legs into my wife's face. She smiled, obviously enjoying herself. "Ready or not!" she cried out as she slammed the dildo all the up to the hilt. I screamed. I did not grunt or breath hard, but literally screamed in a combination of surprise and utter pleasure. The rod impaled me effortlessly. Sliding through my lips and up into my body in a way that only happens when a girl is extremely wet. And that was a perfect description for me right now. I was almost lost in the strange sensations that were flowing through my body. Stacy did not waste any time either. After a brief moment of letting me savor the new and crazy feelings my body was bombarding me with, she pulled back out again, almost all the way. I could see the dildo extending out from me, almost like my dick used to, except for the fact that it was purple, and not really at the right angle. Stacy quickly made sure that any illusion of that instrument belonging to me was removed as she started pounding into me with all her strength. Again, I screamed at the sensations running through me. I could feel with each thrust her pelvis hitting my exposed ass and thighs. I could see the giant dildo sliding in and out of me. Most of all however, my entire body was convulsing at the sensory overload of that foreign object pummeling in and out of me. Very quickly, I was sent over the edge, and let out another very unmasculine scream as the orgasam ripped through me. What amazed me however, was that it did not seem to end. Wave after wave of pleasure were crashing over my body. Just when I thought that It was starting to end, a fresh wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. I literally lost track of time. Finally, Stacy, from the stimulation that she was getting from being on the giving end or simply the pure eroticism of pounding the shit out of her husband I was not sure, but she cried out in her only mind shattering orgasm. She collapsed on top of me and we both clutched at each other in ecstasy as the final parts of the our orgasms subsided. We clutched at each other, exhausted, but sated in a way that I cannot remember after sex since the days when we first met. She kissed me gently, and said, "I love you." I returned the sentiment, and then we both closed our eyes in exhaustion and satisfaction.