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HOW HAS IT COME TO THIS? Here I am, after my now regular, Saturday night out, at the local pub, with my .... I have to call him my boyfriend now, as he is all I have ... boyfriend, a man I hardly know, in bed, wearing only an inexpensive red 'silk like' nightie, the hem pulled up over my waist while my boyfriend, lying on top of me, rhythmically plunges his large cock in and out of my tight tender bottom, or my 'girlie pussy' as I think of it now, while I have my legs wrapped around his waist and, disgusted and upset as I am at how my life has changed, find myself approaching orgasm, as my boyfriend's cock massages my prostate each time he pushes into me .... How has it come to this? Perhaps I should explain? I had been dressing regularly for about five years and was now in my early 50s. I was married to a wife who eventually found out and 'tolerated' the fact that I had this compulsion to look like a woman from time to time. Of course my wife knew I carried on dressing, even though I tried to not advertise the fact, but no matter how successfully I thought I had hidden the evidence by carefully removing my makeup, she always knew! She may have known that I dressed as a woman, indeed she had seen me dressed as 'Penny', the femme name I had chosen for myself, a few times, but she did not know about my fantasies, how I dreamed of being with a man sexually, of being his girlfriend or even his wife. I kept all this to myself, of course. It is one thing to have your wife know you want to look like a woman, another thing to let her know you want to experience many of the things women do! Of course, being married and 'male' most of the time meant that my fantasy of being with a man was always going to remain just that ... a fantasy! However, due to the internet, I was able to indulge in a bit of role play with a series of men. I enjoyed this as I was able to feel sexy and feminine while the men chatted me up, whilst looking at a photo of me that I posted in the particular chat room. However, even this lost its appeal after a while and what I really wanted was to have an on-line boyfriend, someone who I could chat to regularly, on the computer. Eventually, after a few false starts with men who just wanted me to send them photos of me in lingerie, which I would do thinking we were building an online relationship, I met Simon on line one night in the chat room. Immediately, we seemed to 'hit it off'. Instead of the sexy chat that a lot of men tried to engage me in, Simon asked how I was, what were my dreams, what I was really after?! I told him of my fantasies, of being with a man, having a boyfriend on- line, someone who I could chat to regularly. How we could tell each other our feelings, secrets, experiences and fantasies. I also told him that it was only fantasy as I was married and wouldn't want to destroy my marriage. He seemed to understand this though always said he would love to meet me and make love to me. I always said that it would be a dream to have him make love to me. Over the next few weeks we exchanged emails. I sent him photos of me in various outfits and poses. Of course he always wanted to see photos of me in my lingerie and even a couple of naughtier ones where I posed with a vibrator... well, I considered him to be my boyfriend and thought a girlfriend should try and please her man! He sent me a couple of photos of himself. He was a tall man, about 6'2", medium build and looked to be about in his mid-50s, which was fine as I had just turned 50 too. Looking at the inside of his house, he didn't seem to be very wealthy, but that didn't matter as I was only interested in the fantasy of having an on-line boyfriend and one that I would never meet. Of course, feeling a little naughty and because it was a cyber relationship, I asked him for a naked photo too. He duly did, sending a photo of him lying on his bed with his large cock fully erect, with a caption which read, "Hard at the thought of meeting my gorgeous girlfriend Penny". I just had to reply to that, telling him what I would do if I found him lying naked in bed with a massive hard-on, and thought nothing more about it. I found it very exciting and couldn't wait to log on in the morning to see if he had sent me an email. Usually, there was a short message waiting for me, declaring his love for me, telling me how beautiful and sexy I looked, and how he would love to meet me. I loved receiving these even though they were always short messages. On the contrary, I would spend ages composing carefully written emails to him, describing how I felt, what I wore that day if I 'dressed', my fantasies and how it would be lovely to meet him, if only I could. Back to my normal life, things were a struggle. I had lost my job in the recession and we had to survive on my wife's salary which she resented the longer I went without finding work. She also hated the fact that I was dressing as Penny more often, as I was at home much more. The only upside, she admitted to, was that I did all the housework and cooked all the meals. In short, I had become a housewife ... in fact, I was dressed as Penny most of the times I did the housework, to make it more enjoyable. The downside of losing my job was that my sex drive, which was low to start, disappeared completely. I found it nearly impossible to get aroused and if I did, to remain aroused long enough to make love to my wife. This made her feel even more unsympathetic towards me but other than this, life went on, more or less, as normal until that fateful day two months ago! I came home from doing a weekly shop at the supermarket, to find my wife sitting in the kitchen with a stern look on her face. I started putting the shopping away when the iciness got to me and I asked her what was the matter? She remained calm and simply said, "Who is Simon?" I froze, rooted to the spot, my mind whirring trying to remain calm and think of my reply. "Who? I don't think I know any Simons?" I replied nonchalantly trying to change the subject. "Maybe you don't, but Penny does!" she said accusingly. "which means you do, you bitch!" I was surprised at her choice of words, referring to me as a female. "Yes, that is right. You are a bitch Penny. You have taken over my husband and now you are looking for a boyfriend for him!" "I'm not looking for a boyfriend. That is just stupid" I replied but before I could say anything else, she continued, opening up a few sheets of paper, "Oh no? What about, 'darling Simon, I think about you all the time, with that big hard cock of yours! I would so love to meet you and have you make love to me, to fuck me and to make me your woman!' or 'darling Simon, hunni, I think about you all the time, wishing to be near you, for you to be my boyfriend, to be in bed with you...' and with that she put down the paper from which she had read and just said, "well?" I was stunned! How had she found my emails? I had always been so careful to log off properly. I looked sheepishly, tried to make a joke out it and said, "it was only a bit of fantasy ... nothing meant by it. I don't even fancy men, you know that!" "Well, Simon thinks you do and more importantly he thinks you fancy him! And deep down 'Penny', I know you do! Your feminine side has grown stronger and stronger over the last few years. You're shaving your legs, under your arms and your chest all the time now. I know we don't have sex anymore, but you think I don't notice? I know you really want to be a woman, so why shouldn't you fancy men?! It is only natural for us women to fancy men, to ...' and then she quoted me again, looking at the sheet of paper, " ... to have you lovely big hard cock deep inside me!" I tried to deny that I meant it, but my wife was now in full flow. "I'm so disappointed that my husband has turned out to be a girl. What's more, that this girl has actively courted the affections of a man! Well, Simon can have you because I don't want you! You definitely aren't a man anymore, so what use are you to me?! You may as well become Simon's girlfriend!" Again, I tried to interrupt and say that I still loved my wife but she waved me away and said in a quiet voice, "I found your email open 3 days ago Peter. I have read all the emails you sent to Simon, all the ones you received. It is obvious he loves you, or loves Penny. I also read your 'messenger' history. What surprised me was that Simon wasn't the first man you courted ... there has been so many .... Bill, David, John, Harry and others I can't remember now. You sicken me Peter .... I want you out of my life!" This scared me. I tried to plead with her, telling her that it was all just a bit of fun, that I meant nothing by it, but again she cut me short. "No, I'm sorry Peter, I can't live with a man who wants to be a woman. I was going to call you a sissy, but you aren't. You are a woman. I don't find women attractive, I'm not a lesbian so I think it is best that you leave. I have told your family and they have told me to tell you, that they want nothing to do with you." I was horror stricken. "But what can I do? I have no money, no place to go!" I cried. My wife smiled and said triumphantly, "Oh, but you have Penny. I spoke to Simon on the phone this morning and he said he would be delighted to have you stay with him" Before I could interrupt, she waved away my protests and said, "It is all organised. I have booked a flight for Penny for tomorrow morning. Simon will collect you at the airport. If you don't do as we have planned, I will let everyone who knows you, see the sordid photos you have taken of yourself and shown to men! Disgusting! No wonder you couldn't get hard for me, you were thinking of cock all the time!" I tried again to plead with her, that it was all a mistake but there was no turning back on her part. She did say that Simon expected Penny, and not Peter, to arrive at the airport and that there must be no trace of 'Peter' when she arrived. Thus, while I was out shopping, my wife had thrown out every single item of male clothing that I owned and packed two suitcases full of my female clothes and shoes, leaving out an outfit for tomorrow in which to travel to meet Simon. Totally dejected, I managed to chat to Simon that night to tell him what had happened. I was hoping he would be horrified and say there was 'no way' that I was to fly over to him. However, he said that he knew everything and was looking forward to meeting me and beginning our new life together. I felt sick in my stomach. I never meant for this to happen. Therefore, my fate was sealed. I spent the final night in my own home sleeping, though I slept only fitfully, in the spare room. In the morning, as instructed by my wife, I bathed in a perfumed bubble bath before dressing in the clothes she had left out for me. She actually came into the room while I was standing in my bra and panties and watched me putting on my stockings and suspender belt. I tried to tell her to give me a bit of privacy, but she said, "Nonsense, we are both women now. Anyway, I wanted to make sure you wore the stockings and suspender belt. Simon told me how much he likes you in those! And of course, you want to make a good first impression, Penny, when Simon undresses you" and then giggled to herself as she left the room. I continued dressing in silence, with little of the excitement I usually felt when transforming into Penny. I had just finished my makeup and looking at myself, in the mirror, wearing my pencil skirt, silk blouse and 4" heels, when my wife came back into the room. "Oh Penny, you are such a pretty little thing. No wonder the men are so captivated by you. I know Simon will just love you! Now, you be sure to be nice to him and treat him well when you get over there. I know it will be strange for you for a while but you will get used to being a woman full time .... I know deep down it what you want." I shed a little tear, hoping for a last minute reprieve and forgiveness, but it never came. "Oh, I understand sweetheart, you must be nervous and a little anxious. It is such a big thing for a girl to move in with her boyfriend for the first time. Here, I'll take your cases to the car, I wouldn't want you to chip a nail before you get to meet your boyfriend!" We didn't speak during the drive to the airport. I was resigned to my fate. I still couldn't believe what was happening to me, but it was happening. Even thinking about checking in to the airport and flying, as Penny, was scaring me. Soon, we arrived and my wife came with me to the checkout, smiling to herself as the girl behind the desk struggled with equating my male identification with the woman standing in front of her. However, that ordeal over, my wife accompanied me to the destination gate and gave strangely, gave me a hug and a girlie kiss on the cheek. She knew I was heart broken, but said solemnly and with feeling, "You will be ok Penny. You will find it all very strange at first, I know that, but Simon does seem to really care for you. Just try and make a go of it with him because there is no real alternative unless you find someone else. I know deep down, you want to be a woman and this is the perfect opportunity. Good luck," With that, we embraced one last time and I turned and walked through the security x-ray machine, remembering to take off my high heel shoes and put my handbag through the scanner. I turned around to see my wife one last time but sadly, she was gone. My heart sank as I collected my handbag and slipped on my shoes and walked towards the waiting area. The flight over was uneventful. The man sitting beside me read his book and didn't really seem aware of me, never mind my gender. The plane landed and taking a deep breath, I decided that as this was the first day of my new life, living as Penny full-time and with a man, who I now would call my boyfriend, I would try my best to be happy and make a 'go' of it. Having decided that, I got my suitcases from the conveyor and strode out to the arrivals lounge, trying to look as confident and as happy as I could. I didn't want Simon's first image of me as a sorrowful woman, looking more like a condemned woman, than one happy to be starting a new phase in her life. There, I had reconciled myself to the fact that I was a woman, now all I had to do was go and meet my man! I looked around as I wheeled my trolley through the doors to the arrivals lounge, looking for Simon. I wasn't sure if I would even recognise him as I had only seen a few photos of him. Mostly he had sent me photos of his cock! However, it didn't take long for him to see me as a tall, fairly handsome man, looking much as I had expected him to look, approached me smiling. His smile disarmed me, making me smile and he said, "Oh, Penny, I am so pleased that you have come over!" giving me a warm hug. I returned the hug, putting my arms around his neck. "I'm glad I have too Simon, it is so lovely to finally meet you!" I replied, not mentioning that I didn't have any choice. He gave me a quick kiss on the kiss, which, while surprising me, didn't feel unnatural and really felt quite nice. Perhaps things weren't going to be so bad after all?! Simon even did the gentlemanly thing and push my trolley for me, as I tottered beside him in my 4" heels, holding onto his arm. However, my heart sank a little when we reached his car. Instead of the 4x4 jeep which he had told me online, that he had, it was a rusty old car which did not look like it would take us from the airport to his house. Worse was to follow in the car, because, as soon as we settled in, Simon leant over to where I was sitting in the passenger seat and began kissing me passionately, forcing his tongue into my mouth and slipping his hand up my skirt. This was much too quick. I had hoped to be wooed and romanced and get to know him a bit better before becoming too physical, but what was I to do? I was miles form home, indeed, i didn't have a home now, other than with Simon, so I mustered up courage and returned his kiss, letting his tongue invade my mouth. I felt his hand inch its' way up my skirt, feeling my stocking clad legs but thankfully he stopped when he reached the straps of my suspender belt and where the lace top of my stockings reached the creamy smoothness of my thighs. He contented himself with just caressing my legs and kissing me and while I knew he must be aroused and stiff, I managed to avoid having to touch him there before he eventually broke off the kiss and started the engine, on the third turn of the key. The journey from the airport was strange. We were two people who didn't really know each other but were about to begin a new life as boyfriend and girlfriend. I was a bit quiet as I was apprehensive about reaching his house. What would it be like? Would I like it, not that I had a choice? Would his friends like or accept me? Also I was concerned that now I had the opportunity of doing what I had fantasised about for so long, I was scared that Simon would want to have sex with me as soon as we arrived at this house! I wasn't sure now that I really wanted to have sex Simon or with any man! However, I tried to put such thoughts out of my head and feeling a bit bad that I was quiet and somewhat ignoring Simon, I began to talk to him, much as I did when we were on-line. Small talk really, but it broke the ice and the atmosphere in the car felt a lot better. Chatting away to each other, the journey went much quicker and soon we arrived at Simon's home, which turned out to be a flat in an old run down apartment block, which looked as if it need a lot of repair. My heart sank a little further, as I realised this is where I would now be living. Simon, carried my suitcases to the lift, which thankfully was working and we got in. Thankfully he didn't try to kiss me again, though I knew that I had to expect that when we got to his flat. Sure enough, as soon as entered his flat, which on first impressions, looked rather dowdy and uncared for, Simon took me in his arms again! I let him kiss me for a while before managing to escape by saying, "Oh darling, let me see your flat first. I have been so looking forward to seeing where I will be living!" He took the hint and led me into the small living room, with a small television in the corner, the small galley style kitchen, basic bathroom which had a shower appliance over the bath, the box room, which was more used as a store and finally he led me into his bedroom. This was a reasonably sized room with a large double sized bed against one wall and two wardrobes against the opposite wall. I was just about to turn and go back for my cases when I walked right into Simon's arms! I knew now what was coming! "Oh Penny, I have dreamt of this moment for so long darling, haven't you?" I was caught now, with that simple question. "Of course hunni, I have been waiting for this moment for so long" and drawing as much strength and determination as I could muster, I sunk, sexily I hoped, into Simon's arms, put my arms around his neck and invited his kiss. He wasted no time, putting his arms around my waist, sliding his hands down to my bum and fondling my bottom through my skirt, as we kissed. I didn't mind this and actually rather liked it! I was used to kissing Simon now, so why not just enjoy it?! As we kissed i was aware that Simon was slowing unzipping my skirt and soon I felt it slide to the floor, leaving me in my blouse, stockings, suspenders and high heels. I tensed momentarily, this being so new to me, but smiled, pushed him away gently and unbuttoned my blouse in front of him, never losing eye contact with my new boyfriend and soon to be lover! Simon broke eye contact first to look at me standing in my matching black bra, panties, suspender belt, stockings and heels. He throatily whisphered, "You are beautiful Penny, I am such a lucky man!" I smiled appreciatively and feeling a little bolder now, and deciding I had to do this sometime, slowly sank to my knees in front of my man. I reached over to the front of his jeans, ran my hand over the rather large bulge, licking my lips suggestively while I looked up at him. He moaned at my touch which gave me the confidence to carry on. I slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his pants. I was taken by surprise, and gasped, as his cock sprang out nearly hitting me on the face. I looked up at Simon, concern showing a little on my face, momentarily unsure what to do. He looked down, almost pleadingly at me, so feeling as if I had some sort of control, I took his cock in my tiny hand and moved my lips towards the shiny smooth purple head, giving it a kiss leaving a trace of lipstick. Looking up at him, I took a deep breath and took a cock into my mouth for the very first time. Here I was a 50-something trans woman, kneeling in front of my new lover, pleasuring his cock with my mouth and actually quite enjoying it. I was glad that it didn't taste bad, because I reckoned I would probably be doing this quite a lot! I was slowly getting into a rhythm of sucking and stroking his cock, feeling it harden even more, in my mouth, when Simon took my head away and lifted me up. I must have looked a bit scared because, he said quietly, "Don't worry pet, I'll be gentle with you." I smiled little uneasily as He manoeuvred me onto my hands and knees on the bed. Next I felt a cool gel being applied to my bottom. This wasn't really how I imagined how I would lose my virginity. I had hope for more romance, rose petals on the bed, champagne and me dressed in exquisite lingerie lying on my back while my lover caressed, kissed and nibbled my soft smooth body. Instead, I was on my hands and knees, bum sticking up in the air as my boyfriend applied plenty of lube to my bumhole. It did feel quite nice feeling him touch me there but I was still scared. If his finger felt that big as he slipped it in and out, how big was his cock going feel?! I soon found out as I felt Simon kneel on the bed behind me, his cock soon pressing against my rosebud. What did call this in my chats online with men .... my girlie pussy? Well, his cock was now pressing forcibly against my girlie pussy, expecting to make an entrance. "Just relax pet", I heard Simon say in the distance, as my thoughts were elsewhere. Right now I was thinking of my live that I had left behind, my wife, my house, my car, my family and all for what? Because i wanted to fantasise about sex with men! Well, this was no fantasy. I could feel the pressure of Simon pushing his hard cock against me. My bottom began to hurt a little. I tried to forget about my past life and concentrate on what was happening now. I remembered reading about how to have anal sex as the receiving partner on line so tried to follow what it said. I tried to relax, 'pushing out' my anal muscles a little to help allow him in. This did the trick. In one swift movement, Simon's cock pushed past my sphincter muscle and his cock was inside me! He rested for a little while to let me get used to having him inside me, then began to push in, inch by inch until he his whole 8" was nestled inside me. It was so sore! I was in agony and pleaded with him to take it out, but he merely said that all girls hurt the first time they have sex. Soon, he slowly began to move in and out of my pussy and soon, I began to forget the pain a little. Sure, it was still sore and very uncomfortable, but slowly, very slowly I was beginning to enjoy it. It did feel nice as Simon withdrew, leaving his cock head inside me and then push the full length of his cock back inside me again. I also felt him quickening his pace and this made it feel even nicer! It was still a bit sore, but the enjoyable feelings now outweighed the soreness. I heard a woman moaning in ecstasy, telling her man that his cock was so big, so wonderful and to fuck her harder ... and then realised it was me! And, fuck me harder is what Simon did! He held onto my hips with his powerful hands and thrust deeply into me, again and again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper until I could feel him tensing, his cock expanding even more inside me and his panting quickening. I was moaning, obliviously to what I was saying, or how loudly I was screaming it when my body began to shake. I was aware of something happening that was so nice to me... I knew I must be climaxing and just at that moment I heard a guttural cry from Simon and a warm sensation deep inside me as his hot cum exploded into my receptive pussy for the very first time. He fucked me harder and harder as his orgasm ripped through his loins. I was like a ragdoll, unable to do anything but take my man's cock as it hammered repeatedly into me. I was writhing and moaning in ecstasy my mind flooding with emotion. Soon, Simon slowed his thrustings, until he stopped and his cock still inside, collapsed on my back, forcing me flat on the bed. It was only then that I realised I had cum too as I felt my 'girlie juice' wet my tummy as I lay face down on the bed with my lover on top of me. I basked in the glow of making love to a man for the first time until my orgasm subsided and I realised again where I was and what my life now had in store for me. After the climax, my euphoria came crashing down and I began to weep, softly at first, but then uncontrollably. Simon seemed to realise what the matter was and thankfully, gently eased himself off my body and left me alone on the bed for a while. My mind was a whirl of emotions now. I knew that Simon was a good man, if a little unsophisticated and that he seemed to really love me. I was used to a different lifestyle to what was available, but then reasoned that this was the only lifestyle available to me now. I had enjoyed the sex, being the woman during sex had been so enjoyable. Even now, as I felt Simon's semen ooze from my bottom, I didn't mind. It was just part of being a woman. So, gathering myself, wiping my tears away, I sat up, reached for my panties, slipped them on, then seeing Simon's dressing gown hanging up on the back of the door, put that on over my lingerie, recognising his aroma, even after this short time, and walked into the living room, still in my heels and sat down beside him on the sofa. I cuddled into him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "thank you Simon for taking me in. I appreciate it so much. I don't know what i would have done without you. I know it is all so new to me, but I promise you, I will try to be a good girlfriend for you. I will look after you and the house as best as I can" He put his arm around me and cuddled me in close. We sat like that for a while and then began to talk about how our lives would be now that I was staying. He seemed so happy that I had accepted him. Well, what choice did I have, though I didn't tell him that! Eventually however, the conversation turned to money and he confessed that he didn't earn a lot of money working at the factory and that the only way he could keep me is if I got a job. Before I said anything, he said there were jobs advertised for cleaners in the factory where he worked. I was going to say, 'no way was I going to be a cleaner, I am a professional person with a top degree, when I realised that I had no other chance of employment, so simply said I would send in an application form tomorrow. Thus my life as Simon's live-in girlfriend began. I applied and fortunately got a job at the factory as a cleaner. I think, my being transgendered ticked a few boxes with the employment commission, which was useful. Life was hard though. I was up very early every morning, firstly to make Simon his breakfast and his packed lunch. Then I had to be in work two hours before him, so had to take the bus alone. The other cleaning girls soon got to know about the 'tranny cleaner' as some of them affectionately and others, not so affectionately, called me. Over time I did manage to make a couple of good friends with women my own age who accepted me as the woman I now felt that I was. My life was one long struggle though with little of the luxuries that I had been used to previously. After about a month of living with Simon, a large parcel arrived, addressed to me. I noticed it was my wife's handwriting. I opened it excitedly, wondering what was in it. Had she decided to take me back and she was sending me some male clothes over? I opened the parcel, and quickly realised that it wasn't male clothes but female clothes that was in the parcel. I quickly realised what they were. They were her clothes that I had worn form time to time as a change from wearing my own collection. Excited at the thought of acquiring some new good quality clothes, as I couldn't afford anything other than budget store clothes now, I nearly missed the enclosed envelope. However it fell on my lap as I held up my favourite 'Monsoon' dress of hers to look at it. I nervously opened it and read, "Dear Penny, I hope all is well and you have settled into your new life as Simon's girlfriend. I'm sure you are enjoying your new life, after all, it is what you always wanted, to be a woman in a relationship with a man. I'm sure you are enjoying the sex, if nothing else. After all, sex is much better than as a man, at least if the man is well endowed and I understand Simon is not lacking in that area .... you lucky girl! I hope you like these clothes I have sent you. I'm sure you recognised them immediately as I know you have worn them often enough in the past. I have no use for them now and anyway, knowing you have worn them means I wouldn't wear them again anyway. I'm lucky in that I have been able to buy myself a whole new wardrobe. You see Penny, I have now got myself a new boyfriend too ... a local doctor who is fabulously wealthy and who loves me totally. Oh, and the added bonus is that he is fabulously well endowed as well as wealthy .... and I can't get enough of his cock either! Such a change from your pathetic little girlie one! Still, I don't imagine you have much use for yours now. Lol Anyway, Penny, I'm glad we are both happy women with men could can make us happy where it counts. Oh, by the way, our divorce has come through so James and I are now free to marry. Oh, of course, Simon and you are also free to marry, should you wish! Enjoy the clothes, I know you don't have much money for spending on the latest fashions, Your ex-wife Rachael Tears formed in my eyes briefly but then I wiped them away and hung up my 'new' clothes. I told Simon of course about my parcel and my divorce. He seemed pleased on both accounts. His girlfriend had some 'new' clothes and now was a free woman! Our life settled down after that. I worked hard all week, both in the house and in the factory. Simon worked long hours in the factory too. We had little money for socialising, but Simon went out with his mates to the social hall every Wednesday to play pool or darts and watch the football match on the big screen, while I would sit at home and read or visit my best friend, Sally who also worked as a cleaner at the factory. We would just chat and have a couple of glasses of wine before I made sure I was home before Simon returned. Wednesday night, after a few pints of ale at the social hall was the night that Simon liked to have sex. Saturday was the only night that we socialised together. I would spend an hour or so making, myself, pretty, fussing over my makeup and hair, putting on a nice dress or skirt and blouse. Simon liked to see a bit of leg or a nice cleavage, so I always tried to oblige him. We would then walk down to the local pub where we met up with a few of his friends and their wives. Fortunately, Sally was one of the wives and therefore I was quickly included in the group of wives. We were generally left to ourselves for the night as the men would stand at the bar, discussing football or cars, drinking their pints, while us women gossiped about fashions, local scandal, men and sex! This was much more interesting. Of course, the men returned to our table towards the end of the night, or if any other men tried to 'chat' us up. The other wives often said that they were only taken out for the night as their men wanted sex with them when they got home .... not a very romantic existence. Thus, I was trapped between enjoying being a woman, but saddened that my old life had disappeared. Life was a daily grind. I went without so many things I had taken for granted before. I had to use only the cheapest of makeup, which I knew wasn't good for my skin but I couldn't complain. Nobody was there to listen. Simon was a good man. Certainly I could have been landed with much worse. He never hit me, thankfully, but he was very basic. I was educated and missed having an intellectual conversation with someone. Even Sally, my best friend now, was not the cleverest, but then I felt bad having such feelings and realised, I just had to accept my life as it now was! It was after such a Saturday night that I now was lying in bed with my legs wrapped around my boyfriend Simon as he made love to me. I was used to his beer breath as he seemed to only ever make love to me on a Wednesday or a Saturday night after being out for a few drinks, so that didn't bother me too much. The sex was also good, so I couldn't complain about that either and so as I was approaching orgasm, waiting for Simon to cum inside me, I did wonder, 'How has it come to this?' but then with a smile on my face, as he exploded his hot seed into me, finally felt glad that it had come to this! THE END