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Chapter Thirty-two The past few days must have caught up with me for I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, Grace was sitting at a small table by our window overlooking the ocean, sipping a cup of coffee. There were muffins, fruit and juice spread onto the table where she'd obviously called for room service. Grace was dressed in a short red skirt and lacy white top, beneath which I could see she wore a red lace bra that showed through the thin white fabric. She had on black high heels and her hair was combed out full and flowing around her shoulders. She looked radiant, and she was smiling warmly at me as I gathered myself from my sleep. Grace did not seem the least bit concerned about my failure to perform earlier. Maybe things were going to be fine, just as she had said. Maybe, once we got away, and onto our honeymoon, I would relax, and we'd get into the saddle again. "Good morning sweetie," she greeted me cheerfully. "You were really out!" "I know! Wow! You look fabulous!" I complimented her on her outfit. "Why thank you! I'm glad that you like it. Coffee?" she offered. "That would be great!" I replied. "I'll pour you a cup." I pulled the covers away to go to the bathroom and that is when I noticed it. My chastity cage was back in place. Locked. I looked over at Grace and quickly saw that she wore the necklace with the key attached. "Wh, what? Why?" I asked, confusion sweeping over me. I thought the chastity cage was only for before the wedding. I assumed that it was off for good. "Oh! That?" she asked, pointing to my imprisoned penis. "Y, yes," I stuttered nervously, worried what it might mean. I did not want to think the worst. "You don't remember baby?" "Remember what?" "Our wedding ceremony silly! You gave the key to me," she added, giving me a look that seemed to suggest that explained everything. "B, but I th, thought that was only part of the ceremony, that it was for last night. I thought that was it with the, ah, cage." "Hmmm. Well, let me see if I can get this right? Because I recall what you said. In fact, I recall it word for word. You said, 'Grace. This key is yours. It is not mine. It is yours. You own the key. And you alone decide when the key is to be used. I give this key to you as a sign of my submission to you forever. Freely. And willingly.' That's what you said. And I thought we meant our vows Danielle," she summed up her case. I was stunned. She meant to keep me in chastity? "I just thought we were only doing it pre-wedding. Ho, how long are you planning to keep me locked up?" I asked. "I just figured you intended me to continue to control the key. I figured it was your way of acknowledging that I would be in charge of major decisions, such as when you get to orgasm," she replied matter of factly. "Do you want to go back on your vows Danni?" The way she put things. Of course I didn't want to break my vows. But this seemed different. I didn't know how to argue my way past it. At least not right then. So, I let it drop. "I suppose it is okay," I acquiesced. Grace simply smiled, satisfied with having gotten her way on our first major discussion of our marriage. Changing the subject, she told me to hurry up, as we needed to get ready to go to the airport for our flight to our honeymoon destination, a locale I still did not know about yet. So, imprisoned penis swinging between my thighs, I walked into the bathroom and squatted, as if it was second nature, to pee. Grace had coffee waiting for me when I returned. I felt a little funny sitting there with her while she was dressed to go, and I was still wearing my wedding night lingerie, sans panties. Grace was apprising me lustfully as I sipped my coffee and nibbled on a muffin. "You are so pretty Danielle," she said sweetly. "I love you." I smiled at those three little words. "I love you too," I assured her. When I finished eating, she suggested I take a shower so I could get dressed to leave. Apparently, a limo was picking us up in front of the resort in less than an hour. "Ready to tell me where we are heading?" I asked. "Nope! Sorry!" she teased. "When we board the plane, you'll know." I removed my wig and clothes, and stepped into the shower. I quickly washed and then got out to dry off. When I returned to the room I noticed that there was an outfit, identical to the one Grace was wearing, lying on the bed. I glanced at Grace. Surely she did not intend for me to travel dressed as a woman? "What?!" she replied, seeing my reaction. "Grace! Please?" I implored her. "Oh come on! No one can tell you are a man when you dress pretty Danni," she reasoned with me. "And where we are going no one will know you. I really want you to. Please?" she begged. "For meeee?" Fuck! I couldn't believe this. I realized this was going to end the way she wanted it to, so I just succumbed and said, "Okay." "Goodie! Let me help you get dressed," she offered. Grace quickly went to work helping me into the clothes. There was a matching garter belt and panties to go with the lacy red bra. She fastened the garter belt in place and then helped me step into the black stockings, attaching them to the dangling straps. I stepped into the leg openings of the panties and Grace shimmied them up my legs and settled my caged penis into them, tucking me neatly underneath. She then held the full cup bra for me and fastened it behind my back, covering my breast forms in the process. Next came the too short skirt and the see-through blouse. She secured my wig for me and brushed it out so that my hair was as full and flowing as hers. A little touch-up of my makeup and we were set. As we prepared to leave we appeared, for all intents and purposes, like two women off for an afternoon together. Of concern to me, however, was making it out of the resort without any of our wedding guests seeing us. No such luck. As we walked together, Grace holding my hand, toward the lobby, I could see that we were going to receive a little sendoff. Our mothers, my sister, Grace's friends, and several other guests were waiting for us. I hesitated. Grace stopped, looked at me and said, "Don't worry baby. It's okay. No one cares. We're married. We can do what we want. Now come on. It'll be over before you know it and then we'll be off together." I didn't say a word. I just followed. What else could I do? I was embarrassed, but it would only be worse if I didn't hold my head up and run the gauntlet. As we walked through the crowd, everyone cheered and wished us well. Our mothers hugged us, mine holding me closely and whispering, "You look fabulous Dannie! I love you. Now relax and have fun. Please your wife," she instructed me. When Rhonda hugged me, she asked, "Was last night amazing little brother?" "Uh, yeah," I lied, thinking to myself that it didn't exactly go as I'd planned and hoped. "Have fun on your honeymoon," she said. "And congratulations!" she said with one final squeeze, the oddness of my breasts pressing against my sister's not going unnoticed. Grace and I tumbled into the limo and the driver drove off. She held me closely and then kissed me hard. "I love you so much! You are awesome!" There was a bottle of champagne in a cooler. Grace poured us each a glass and then proposed a toast. "To you. To me. To us. Together forever. No matter the weather." I tipped her glass and replied, "No matter." We arrived at the airport and went straight to the security clearance. Apparently, Grace had already checked us in. Then, it suddenly hit me! How was I going to get through security dressed as a woman? I had a male identification! "Grace?" I asked. "How am I going to get through here? Dressed like this? And where is our luggage?" "Don't worry," she assured me. "Our luggage is at the villa where we are staying. And there is no law that says a man can't dress like a woman. Just ignore them." Like it was just that easy. Ignore them. This sucked! I could not believe my honeymoon was starting out this way. But, again, I felt like I really had no choice. When we reached the front of the line, Grace flirted with the airport security officer. Then, pausing to wait for me, she watched him as he did a double take on me. Grace interrupted, "We're newlyweds! Can you believe it?!" He was reduced to a flustered, fumbling man, and he just mumbled, "Okay, you're clear, ah, ma'am." I walked through the magnetometer with no difficulty and that was that. Fuck! How did she know it would be so easy? As we walked toward our gate, I asked, "How do you do that?" "Do what?" she asked nonchalantly. "Control situations!" "Oh, I don't know. Men are kind of easy baby. If you give them what they want." "Oh? And what is that?" I asked. "If you don't mind sharing." Grace laughed loudly. "Actually, not much." I just shook my head in awe and amazement. She was right. I mean, look what she'd done to me. I was going on my honeymoon dressed as a woman. And I already assumed I'd be dress as a woman for the rest of the trip. As we arrived at our gate, I heard an announcement for boarding to St. Barths, an island in the French West Indies in the Caribbean. Grace walked in that direction, me in tow. I glanced at her for confirmation. "Yes baby," she affirmed. "I thought a visit to the islands would be a great way to relax on our honeymoon. Do you approve?" I did approve. Getting away some place warm was an excellent idea. "Yes Mrs. Thompson," I called her by my last name. "I quite approve." "Well thank you Mrs. Anderson," she one-upped me. I should not have been surprised when I found that our seats were in First Class. There was a pretty stewardess in charge of our area who immediately attended to us to make us feel comfortable. Grace took the aisle seat, allowing me to sit by the window. Once the doors were closed, we taxied to the runway and within minutes, the plane was off of the ground. As the plane reached its highest altitude, the stewardess again approached and served us champagne. She was having small talk with Grace, a language at which women seemed to be fluent. I was relieved to be sitting where I was so that I was able to avoid it. I was able to overhear their conversation however. "So, what are you two going to be doing on St. Barth's? Checking out the clubs for men? Hmmm?" she asked in a feminine conspiratorial tone. Grace laughed. "Ha! No. No men on this trip. We're on our honeymoon," she explained. The stewardess was clearly caught off guard. "Oh my! You're married?!" Grace nodded, smiling broadly at the girl's reaction. "We are!" "Well, congratulations then. You certainly are a beautiful couple! I bet the men at your wedding were disappointed. Two sexy women such as yourselves off the market?" Grace did not out me to the stewardess, thank God. She simply smiled and replied, "I suppose. But Danielle and I are a match made in heaven. Aren't we sweetie?" she drew me in. I smiled and whispered shyly, "We are indeed." The stewardess wished us a wonderful honeymoon and told us she'd be available if we needed anything. She then attended to other passengers in First Class. Grace held my hand and said, "See there! No one even sees a man when they look at you. You can relax baby and just enjoy this time with me. Okay?" I couldn't argue with her. The stewardess certainly seemed convinced that we were each women. A driver in a Landcrusier was waiting for us at the St. Barth's airport. He helped us into the backseat and then we were on our way to the resort Grace had booked us in. I tried to wheedle details from her, but Grace was having too much fun torturing me. So I settled back into the seat and took in the scenery. The island was beautiful. I didn't think there was a spot from which you could not see water. Eventually, the car turned off of the main road and wound its way through some trees. As we entered a clearing, a beautiful building materialized before us. The resort consisted of a main building, where a bar and restaurant was operated, and smaller guest villas lined up in either direction, each with a view of the Caribbean. Our driver pulled up and helped us exit the vehicle. Grace handed him a tip. It seemed that there were no expectations from me, as Grace was taking charge of everything. As Grace had forwarded our luggage in advance, we required no assistance in that regard. We went into the lobby to check in. There were other guests milling about in various states of casual skimpiness, which made perfect sense since we were on an island. There were many beautiful women in bikinis with sheer cover- ups over their shoulders, as if they hid anything. And most of the women were with some very handsome, and dare I say, manly looking, men. I noticed some of the other guests eyeing Grace and me, two women (so far as anyone could tell) each dressed in matching sexy outfits. I could only imagine what they were thinking of us. After checking in, Grace and I were driven on a specially outfitted golf cart to our villa by a young bellboy who was very nice. He told us about the different activities available as he drove, and offered his services to us should we need anything. The villa was really only a single, self-contained room overlooking the ocean. And yet, there was nothing that it did not provide. It was well appointed in beach decor. The bed was large and looked comfortable. There was a bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and shower, all visible into the room via a clear glass divider, although there was a curtain for privacy. There was a porch with two lounge chairs overlooking the ocean. Our bellboy left after showing us around, and again, Grace gave him a tip, as well as did most of the talking. I was trying to figure in my mind how I was going to do if I was ever alone for any length of time, having to speak for myself. When he left us alone Grace turned to me and asked, "So! What do you think?" I smiled. "Everything looks marvelous Grace. You've done well. Is there anything you haven't thought of? And where is our luggage?" She laughed. "If the resort has carried out my instructions, we should find all that we will need in our dressers and closet." She approached one and opened a few drawers. "Yep! I think everything is here." She then walked to the closet and swung open the doors. I could see from behind her that it was full of various skirts and dresses, but I saw no male attire. It appeared that I was, indeed, going to spend my entire honeymoon dressed en femme. "Ah! Yes! Just as I requested! Everything a girl could need on a vacation!" When she turned I was smiling ruefully. My bride was positively glowing with joy. How could I not give her what she obviously desired? A husband who she could dress up like her very own living and breathing Barbie doll? Because that is what it was beginning to appear that I was. Grace approached me and touched the side of my face. Leaning closer to kiss me, she whispered. "I love you so much Danni. Thank you for being my pretty sissy husband." Fuck! That word! Just when I'd nearly forgotten it! I'd felt so much like a woman these past few days that I hadn't once thought of myself in that way. And now here my wife injects it into her description of me! I had to say something! But what? 'Don't call me sissy?' I wanted to speak up for myself. I did not want Grace to think of me in that way. But then, I thought, 'You can't even fuck your wife!' What else is she going to think of you? And so, I said nothing, instead smiling sheepishly at her reference. Grace gently pulled me toward our bed. When she reached the edge, she sat back onto the soft mattress, letting her thighs fall open, nudging me down to my knees. Without much direction, I nuzzled my nose up under her short skirt, and began kissing her inner thighs. I could feel Grace relaxing to my touches. I moved to the crotch of her lacy red panties, the pair identical to the panties I was wearing, and breathed in her strong aroma. Mmmm! The nectar of the Gods! Reaching my hands under her hem, I tugged on her waistband, and she assisted me in lowering her frillies. Then, with Grace's thighs spread invitingly, I began worshipping my bride, as only I could do. Grace let me know how much she appreciated this unique talent that I did have - to bring her to multiple orgasms with my mouth and tongue, even if I could not quite measure up in the fucking department. She came several times into my mouth, and I willingly lapped it up each time. Grace lay back on our bed while I pleasured her for over an hour. My tongue was sore, but as long as she seemed to want me to, I felt I should continue. It was, after all, the least that I could do. I was hopeful that she would give me another opportunity to please her with my cock. Oddly though, I felt uncomfortable asking her to release me. It was as if I now thought that the idea had to originate with her. After I'd provided Grace with uncounted orgasms, she stopped me. "Oh Danni! I don't know how much more I can take! Your stamina is incredible! But I think we need to save some for later. What do you say we go lay out by the pool?" "I suppose," I said. "That might be nice." But I was actually very disappointed. I had so hoped that she would release me. Grace got up from the bed and went to one of the dressers and began fumbling around in a drawer. After a few minutes, she held up two skimpy bikinis, one even less of a bikini than the other. One had a full bikini bottom, and was a pastel floral design, with a matching full cup top. She tossed it to me. "I think this will be best with your breast forms baby," she explained. The other one, a black string bikini, would, as far as I could tell, barely cover Grace's butt and coochy, and the patches on the bra top just would cover her nipples. She held it up in front of her and asked, "So, what do you think?" What I thought was that my wife would be drawing looks from all of the men around the pool. What I said was, "It's very pretty." She smiled coyly and added, "And hot too! Don't you think?" "I suppose it is sort of, ah, sparse." "So you do like it?" she teased. I would have loved it if it were only me who was going to see her wearing it. I was not sure I wanted her to reveal so much of herself in public. But she wasn't asking me that question. "Yes. I do." We put our suits on and, thankfully, they came with some semblance of a coverlet to wear over them as we walked to the pool, each wearing high- heeled sandals. I could feel eyes burning into us as we strolled to the far side of the pool to find lounge chairs. I was thankful that Grace was not the only woman wearing a string bikini. In fact, it appeared that I might be the most over dressed feminine creature by the pool. Still, men were staring at me also, and I felt the heat of embarrassment sweep through me. When we took our seats, a waiter immediately approached us to see if we wanted drinks or anything. Grace ordered us each a Mai Tai, not surprising to me. We rubbed suntan lotion onto each of our backs and chest, and then lay back to relax for the first time of our honeymoon. We'd been lying there for about an hour when I felt a shadow spread over me. It did not move, so it must not have been a cloud. When I opened my eyes, there was a man standing over me, looking down at us. "Hi," he said in a deep voice. "Mind if I join you two lovely ladies?" I was about to decline when Grace answered, "Not at all. Pull up a chair." He did not need to be encouraged. He pulled a chair in between our chaise lounges and sat down. "Please," he began in what had to have been a line he'd been rehearsing, "Don't tell me that you two beautiful women are here with your husbands or boyfriends." Grace laughed. "Not hardly!" "Well, that's good news then," he came back. "Because I'm here with my brother for a few days of relaxation, and we'd like nothing better than to show two such pretty ladies a good time while they are visiting St. Barths." I couldn't believe this guy's gall! Did he really think this line was going to work?! I sure wouldn't buy it if I were a woman. But Grace seemed to enjoy the banter. She addressed me, "My, my Danielle! Aren't we the two lucky ones?" I didn't know how to respond. She had to be joking with this guy. "Yeah!" I answered unconvinced. "Aren't we?" "My name is Randy, Danielle," he said to engage me. "You have the prettiest legs I have ever seen," he complimented me. "Uh, er, thanks," I said, not really sure how to handle the situation. "So, would you two like to join my brother and me for dinner this evening? We'd love to get to know you better." Finally, Grace got serious. "No thank you Randy," she declined. "This is our first night here and we want to spend the evening alone. Maybe we'll see you around though?" she left him with a shred of hope, something I wish she had not done. "Okay then," he said, accepting defeat for now. "But we're gonna be watching you two. Don't keep us hanging." "Don't worry Randy," Grace retorted. "We wouldn't dream of it." As he rose to leave he addressed me again, "So long Danielle. That is a very pretty name." I let him walk away without responding. I was relieved that Grace didn't take it any further. "Thanks," I said to Grace. "Don't mention it. I didn't figure you were ready for anything like that. Yet," she tossed out. What was she talking about?! I was never going to be ready for anything like that. Ever! We settled back for a while and rested. Soon, we decided we were getting hungry, so we went back to our villa to dress for dinner. Grace selected evening gowns for us each to wear, sure to catch the attention of men as we went to the dining room. Grace had somehow secured a table for two by the patio, with a breathtaking view of the ocean. "So Grace," I asked her. "Do you have our entire honeymoon planned out? It seems there is no detail you have not attended to." "Hmm," she sighed. "I do want it to be special. But no. I've left a few things to chance. I didn't plan on Randy and his brother," she joked teasingly. "Ha! Such an unexpected pleasure!" I laughed. "I don't know. It is fun to be flirted with. Even when you have no intention to follow through. Don't you think?" "Grace! Honestly! You know I have no interest in men," I chastised her for suggesting otherwise. "Oh, I know you don't. But don't tell me you didn't like it when Randy complimented you on your pretty legs?" I didn't respond, but my blushing face must have given me away. "Uh huh! I thought so! Don't be a tease Danni. That is only fun if you are going to eventually pass out a reward." After dinner, we returned to our room. Grace selected nighties for us each to wear to bed. When she crawled in next to me, I could feel it immediately. Grace was wearing her strap-on. She whispered in my ear, "You made me feel so good this afternoon baby. I thought I would return the favor." "Uh Grace?" I asked her. "Do we have to, ah, I mean, I was hoping, we might, you know, try again?" She looked at me as if she understood my confusion. "Sweetie? Are you sure? Don't you think I ought to decide that? I just want to be certain you're ready. Because of the last time?" Damn it! I hated this! Why didn't she just unlock me and let me try when the mood was right? "Now be a good girl," she said sweetly. "Get me ready for you," she encouraged me as she pressed my head down toward her groin. I examined the cock she was wearing. It was quite large. Certainly bigger than I ever grew to, even at my hardest. So, my wife was going to make sure I was treated to big cocks, while she had to accept my tiny little penis. Something about this arrangement seemed out of kilter. I began with gentle kisses. Grace liked it when I treated her strap-on with a sort of loving reverence. Then, I began licking and that led to full on sucking. And by the time I was doing that, I was fully involved and ready for Grace to fuck me. When she could tell I was ready, she positioned me onto my hands and knees and came at me from the rear. I felt her driving her phallus into me and tried to relax as I accepted the full length and girth, much more easily it seemed to me than I had in the past. Within moments, Grace was fucking me. In and out. In and out. In and out. She cupped my balls in one hand and massaged them. I could feel an orgasm sweeping me away. As it hit I cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!" The release of cum from my chastity cage was thick and creamy. I know this because Grace caught it in the palm of her hand and fed it to me, leaving me no opportunity to refuse it. We fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning we awoke to a table of food and coffee already waiting for us on our patio. The next few days took on a quiet, but peaceful repetition. We'd laze around our room in the morning, go to the pool, and walk on the beach. I'd spend time pleasing Grace with my tongue and mouth, and she'd fuck me at night. She seemed completely uninterested in releasing me from my cage to allow me an opportunity to make love to her like a man. On our next to the last night at the resort, a new couple checked in to the villa next door to ours. We had an adjoining wall. They, like us, were newlyweds. Only they presented a more traditional front, since they were a woman - a very pretty woman - and a man - very much a man. We chatted with them briefly on our patios as we shared a nightcap together, then said goodnight, and Grace and I went to bed, her wearing her strap-on again as she had on the earlier evenings. We were just cuddling, me preparing to "prepare" Grace to fuck me when we heard the first scream from next door. We looked at each other in surprise. Neither of us mistook the scream for pain either. We knew it was the opposite of pain. Whatever they were doing next door, the woman was enjoying it. Grace suddenly seemed distracted from what we about to begin doing. We lay quietly and listened, two voyeurs not wanting to miss any details. Through the walls we could hear the woman callout, "Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! God! I'm so glad I married you! Your cock is so big! So hard! God! So big! So big! So big! Yesssssss!" she cried out into the otherwise quiet night as she must have eperienced an incredible orgasm. And that was only the first time they made love. It went on all night long! This woman was insatiable! And the man was seemingly indefatigueable. All of their fucking seemed to make Grace become very quiet. And she also seemed to have lost interest in fucking me. I tried to encourage her, but she seemed uninterested. I didn't know what was wrong, and when I asked, she simply said, "Nothing. I'm just tired I suppose. Can we go to sleep?" I was worried that I knew what was wrong. I didn't want to utter the words though out of fear that Grace would acknowledge their truthfulness. But I was worried that she was beginning to realize what she was giving up for me. I knew she loved me. But I could not provide to her what the woman next door was receiving from her husband. I decided not to press the issue. Not just then. But I felt we were going to have to talk about it eventually. I desperately wanted to be the man for Grace. But she didn't seem to think I could be. She had not shown one hint of releasing me since our wedding night, the night I'd performed so pitifully for her. The next day Grace continued to be withdrawn. She was pleasant and nice. And we went through the motions of newlyweds on our honeymoon. But something had changed the previous night. We packed our things on our final night and lay in bed together, listening to our neighbors go at it all night again. Grace didn't even wear her strap-on to bed. She was making no pretenses that we were going to attempt to make love, even in the manner I was coming to accept. When we returned to Washington, and I moved in with Grace, we began to go about our normal lives, but as husband and wife. My first day back at work, and the first day I'd worn male outer clothing in over a week, my colleagues treated me well, asking about the honeymoon, telling me how great the wedding was, and no one specifically broaching the subject of my wedding attire. It was weird, but it was as though no one really felt it appropriate to comment upon it as though it was unusual. Of course, I was wearing lingerie beneath my suit. That did not change. On our first Friday night home, Mandy was coming over for dinner. Grace had asked me if I could get off early so that I could prepare things. She had to work a bit late. So, I left early in the afternoon and went home. At Grace's request, I changed into a dress and then went to the kitchen. Mandy, as it turns out, showed up early, and so we opened a bottle of wine and chatted while I cooked. She was asking about our honeymoon and all of that. I was, understandably, reluctant to reveal all of the details, but leave it to Mandy to get the truth out of me. "Look, Danni," she pressed me. "I can tell that something is wrong. Did you guys have a fight or something?" "No. Not at all," I insisted. "Nothing like that. It was, well, fuck! I think Grace is having second thoughts about marrying me," I spit it out in a rush. "What?!" Mandy exclaimed. "That's crazy! No way! Why would you even say something so ignorant Danni?" And so I told her the story. Everything. Including my first night failure and all of the way up to the last two nights, when the couple next door to us fucked all night long, over and over. Mandy listened thoughtfully to all that I said. When I'd finished, she asked, "May I be honest with you Danni?" "Sure," I told her. "Please." "Okay," she began. "But hear me out. Don't jump to any conclusions or anything. Just listen to me. Promise?" I wondered what she had to say that she felt the need to caution me so. But I assured her that I would listen to all she had to say. And so Mandy, as only she could, began to lay out everything to me. She began by reminding me what a sexual woman Grace was. She then pointed out how Grace's and my sexual relationship had never really been the traditional man/woman type of relationship, which, admittedly, was correct. But Mandy assured me that Grace loved me unconditionally, and that she knew that Grace would never go back on her vows to me. However, she added, it might be that I needed to consider what I might need to do to carry out my vows to Grace. I was a bit confused here, but Mandy explained herself, and when she was finished, I looked at her in amazed astonishment. "So, you're saying, I should invite a man to our bed to do for Grace the thing that I cannot do? Is that what you are saying Mandy?" And frankly, I hoped I misunderstood her. "I'm saying you need to look inward Danni. To see who you really are. And to decide for yourself what kind of husband you want to be to Grace. Do you want to be a husband who leaves her wanting, and unfulfilled? Or, do you want to be the kind of husband who provides her all that she needs to be the complete woman that she must be? That is all that I am saying." So, there she'd said it. And I was left to consider it. I was not ready to even think of accepting Mandy's advice. We left the subject to brew though, and I went about preparing our dinner. Grace arrived home and I fixed her a drink. She seemed okay. And we had a nice evening with Mandy. When Mandy went home, we went to bed, and Grace even allowed me to go down on her and to provide her oral pleasure for the first time since our honeymoon. The next morning, our first Saturday since returning home, Grace told me she had to work for a few hours and then, almost as if she were not sure she should, asked me if I would be Sissy for her and do our laundry. I didn't mind. I wanted to help her get past her obviously uncomfortable feelings that she was experiencing. So I was willing to do just about anything. I knew now though that something had to be done. I went about my chores that day, but never leaving the debate going on in my mind about what I should do. By the end of the day, I made a decision. I was going to confront Grace with the truth. I would ask her if Mandy was correct. I was not going to permit Grace and I to have a marriage where we could not discuss issues honestly. I finished the laundry and then prepared dinner. I went to Grace's closet and picked out a pretty dress to wear, and then waited for her to arrive home from work. I was waiting for her at the door with a Cosmo, and greeted her with a sexy kiss, and told her to go shower and change for dinner. She permitted me this little bit of control, smiling at my forcefulness. When she joined me, she had changed into an equally pretty dress. We clinked glasses and then sat down to dinner. Grace complimented me on my cooking, teasing me saying what a wonderful housewife I was. And that was my opening. "Grace?" I began. "May I ask you a serious question?" She seemed to be taken aback by my directness. "Of course you may baby. Always." "Okay then. Here goes. Do you miss being fucked?" She flinched at my directness. Then, before she could speak, I continued, "And I mean, really fucked? By a man with a big cock? Not like mine?" "Danni!" she exclaimed softly in reply. "I love you baby. I will always love you." "Grace," I said emphatically. "I want an honest answer. Do you miss being fucked by a man with a big hard cock? The truth!" Grace appeared speechless for the first time since I'd met her in that downtown bar. After several minutes of quiet, she said, "Danni dear, I have no earthly idea what has gotten into that pretty little head of yours, but I suppose that I'd have to say, if I'm being brutally honest, that yes, I do miss big, hard cocks. But why do you ask love?" I studied her face. Now it was decision time for me. Was I going to be the kind of husband who left his wife with a void in her life? Or, was I, as Mandy had put it, going to be the kind of husband who provides his wife "all that she needs to be the complete woman that she must be?" "I'd like you to invite someone over to dinner next weekend. And not just anyone. I want you to invite someone who can satisfy you sexually. The way that you need to be satisfied." There! I'd said it. I hoped I wouldn't regret it. Again, Grace was quiet for the longest time. She stirred her food around on her plate. She sipped her wine. She said nothing, and I was beginning to regret my words. I was becoming afraid that she was angry with me. Finally, she spoke. "We each just exchanged vows Danni. Vows to be all that we can be for each other. I pledged myself to you. And you to me. And never in my wildest dreams did I ever once think that you could possibly be any more of a husband to me than you just proclaimed yourself to be just now. That you would permit me to be with a man, so that I would not miss out on something I enjoy so much, is the greatest gift a husband could offer his wife. Thank you. Thank you so much for your kindness. For this gesture. But I could only do something like that under one condition. And I don't know if you are ready to go this far." I was mesmerized by her words. "What Grace?" I asked. Committed to following through now that I'd put the subject into the open, I insisted, "Anything! Just say it!" "I could only be with another man if you were to participate. If you were to be a part of it, so that I could be certain that you approve and that you would not feel as if I were acting alone, separate from my relationship with you. Could you do that?" What was she saying? Like a threesome? "You want me to be in bed with you and another man?" I asked for clarification. "Not exactly. I want you to be there. But not as a man. As my husband who will endorse my actions. I want you to prepare him for me. To let him know that we are in this as a husband and wife, and that he is merely the conduit through which you are continuing to prove your love to me. Do you think you can do that? Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't accept your generous offer." I knew what she was asking. I had not considered this twist. I was willing to let her be with a man, as difficult as it might be. But I had assumed she'd do it in our room, alone. To keep it outside of my direct observation. And not even share the details with me. But no. Grace wanted me to be a part of the event. And worse yet, as her sissy husband. Could I give her that? I did not know. And I had begun the conversation with the request that Grace be honest. Well, she'd been honest. I just had not been prepared for the extent of her honesty. "I, uh, do you mind if I think about it?" I asked her, unable to commit to such a request. "Danni," she reassured me. "It does not matter to me what you decide. I love you unconditionally. To the end of forever. Just like I pledged to you. I told you I would be honest, and I have been. I would love to be able to continue to experience the joy of big cocks, but only if you can enjoy the pleasure with me. But you have to decide that my love. Take all of the time you need. But for now, thank you sweetie. Now, I think I'd like to take you to bed and fuck you. Leave the dishes for tomorrow." She dropped her napkin on her plate and stood to go to our bedroom. By the time I got there she was in bed wearing her strap-on. After the past week, I was actually relieved that she seemed to be in the mood to do that again. She fucked me hard that night too. So hard. A few times. And I came each time. I could not deny how good it felt to be fucked that way. The next day, Sunday, for the first time since we'd done it so long ago, we lounged around in bed all day reading the paper, just relaxing and talking. Grace seemed more at ease than she had before the invasion of the 'all night honeymoon fuckers' who'd started all of this recent difficulty between us. Although I really didn't blame them. They couldn't help that they had a great sex life. We didn't even broach the subject from the night before. But it was on my mind. That night, as we lay in bed cuddling, I decided. "Okay," I whispered in Grace's ear. "What?" she whispered back. "Okay," I repeated. "I'll do it." She understood what I meant. "Okay then. When?" "Saturday night? I'll prepare dinner?" "Okay. I have someone in mind. If we're going to do this though, I want it to be about us. The guy is just a guy. Okay?" I didn't even know how to respond. "Uh, okay," was all I could manage. We lay there quietly for a while, each alone to our thoughts. I was hoping I was doing the right thing. As I lay there, Grace spoke one last time before she fell asleep. "Thank you Danni." "You're welcome," I told her. What else could I say?