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I awoke Sunday morning before Natalie.
Her body pressed up behind mine just as I would cuddle her in our sleep
a few days before. Her left arm was nestled under the gentle inward
curve I now had between my ribs and hips, her left hand still clinging
to my chest. Her other hand was between my thighs, just barely touching
my feminine slit. Her breasts pressed into my back, her lips on my
shoulder.
I felt safe.
I lay there for nearly an hour, not wanting to ever leave her embrace.
I didn't move until I felt gentle kisses on my back.
"How long have you been awake?" she asked me.
"Maybe an hour. You?"
"Nearly that," she whispered. "I woke up and could feel you were already
awake, but I didn't want to spoil what we were doing."
"I'm glad. This feels really good," I replied as I reached up to clasp
her hand tighter to my minute breast. "Not that it spoils anything,
because it doesn't, but, why did you start kissing me then?"
"I have to pee, and I couldn't think of a better way of letting you know
I was awake."
We shared a laugh and Natalie slid away from me to go use the bathroom.
While I waited for my turn, I just lay there, feeling her absence.
The day passed quite uneventfully, as we returned to our normal routine
of sharing the newspaper, and light cleaning around the house. Natalie
suggested I wear my corset much of the day, and I was only too happy to
oblige. Our meals were more intimate, and there was more casual
affectionate touching, but there were no surprises.
We were like newlyweds once again.
That night, I got into bed before Natalie, and waited for her to finish
brushing her teeth. My body was naked, and I longed for her touch. I was
still too sore for passionate lovemaking, and had let Natalie know. All
I could do was hope she wasn't disappointed.
When she finally came to bed, she curled up along side of me, her hand
gently placed on my left breast.
"One of the sexiest things about us since you changed is that we enjoy
touching more than we ever have before," she said.
"I've noticed you have been extra handsy," I replied with a satisfied
sigh. My nipple stiffening under her palm.
She noticed, and separated her fingers a little to catch it between her
middle and index fingers, gently squeezing it.
"It's not just me who's been extra handsy," she said, kissing me on the
neck, her leg sliding up over mine so she could rub herself against my
hip.
"I know. Touching you has been extra wonderful too," I gently replied.
"Thank you."
"For what? Your tiny titties?" she chuckled.
"Mhmmm."
"I love them too," she said as she kissed her way down my left breast.
"They are my favorite part of your transformation."
"Even more than my pussy?"
"I love you with a pussy, sweetie," she said, between butterfly kisses
around my engorged nipple. "And I love touching it, but I'm quickly
discovering that this is the best part of being with a girl."
"It feels like you're trying to make it my favorite part too," I replied
in a dreamy tone.
"It is really the combination of both, I think. Being a woman is making
you more appreciative of everything I do to you."
"They say that the human link between sex and breasts has to do with
bonding."
"Then I'm hooked, my love, and I'm never letting you go," she said with
a lusty chuckle before settling in to kiss and suck at my breast.
"Good," I said.
I closed my eyes, and held her.
I awoke Monday morning with Natalie spooning behind me again, but unlike
Sunday, she was awake and holding me tighter.
"Good morning," I said as I reached up and held her hand tightly to my
chest. "Have you been up long?"
"A little while," she replied. "I didn't sleep well. It hit me at about
4:30 this morning that today you were going to be on your own in public
without me."
"I'll be fine."
"I know you will," she replied. "But if you aren't, then it will be my
fault and I won't even be there to take the blame."
"It's just my office," I maintained. "Without you there to giggle and
have hushed, naughty conversations with, this should be a breeze."
"Are you sure? You could just call in sick today, or for the rest of the
week for that matter."
"I'm not going to hide from the world for a week just because I love my
wife enough to try something a little kinky, and that's that."
She kissed my shoulder and squeezed me a little harder before letting me
get up to use the bathroom first.
I hurried in to empty my bladder, but also to have a moment to think
about the day ahead. I may have laughed it off, but I was feeling quite
vulnerable. I wouldn't have Natalie for support. I wouldn't have her to
divert attention if something happened to expose our secret. I would be
holding onto a secret that was sexy and exclusive, and I wasn't good at
keeping secrets.
I finished on the toilet, cleaned up, and got dressed for work. At
Natalie's insistence, I wore a pair of boxers over the panties I had
picked out for the day. I scoffed, but was secretly grateful.
The time arrived and I departed.
I had an uneventful drive, though I did grip the steering wheel a bit
tighter than usual. I got out of the car and walked into the office the
same as always.
"So far, so good," I thought.
And then, nothing happened. My office was just as I left it. My emails
needed attending to. Co-workers stopped by to deliver gossip and memos.
I worked.
By lunchtime, it wasn't that I had forgotten how my body was altered, it
was that it felt irrelevant to the rest of the day. I wasn't sexually
interested in any of the men or women in the office, and they weren't
interested in me. Nothing had changed.
This was a tremendous relief, which goes without saying. However, there
was just a tiny bit of regret mixed in as well. It was not that I wanted
to be caught. That would have been mortifying to the point of my
quitting my job on the spot. It wasn't that I wanted to bed any of my
co-workers, for though I had fantasized about a threesome, it wasn't
with anyone here.
No.
What I felt was the regret one gets when you realize that you are
sexually invisible. No matter how committed a relationship is, we all
want to think of ourselves as objectively desirable. We want to think
that we are special.
The fact that nobody looked at me closely enough to notice that I was
not the man I used to be was a strange sort of confirmation that I was
not so special after all. It made me regret asking Natalie about a
threesome, even though I was half joking at the time. Did that hurt her
in any way?
My imagination ran away with me. Was this all an elaborate trick to
teach me a lesson? Her best friend was holding onto my DNA. I would have
to get her to change me back eventually, would she do it if Natalie
asked her not to? Was I fucked?
No.
That was nonsense. That could not be true. We were in love. In fact, the
last couple of days were the most intensely in love we have been in a
long time.
I returned to work and tried to put the paranoia out of my mind.
When I got home, Natalie demanded a full account of the day complete
with any problems, fears, insecurities, and most of all, any fantasies
or day dreams. So, I told her that the day was normal for me, and that
the only surprise for me was that my body was irrelevant to the day.
"I promise you, nothing weird happened."
"Mike, you are always trying to protect me by keeping things from me,"
she continued. "I just don't want anything to undermine us, especially
not your stubbornness."
"Natalie, nobody noticed. I could go to work for a month like this and
nobody would ever suspect. I'm fine. It was fine."
"A month?"
I stopped dead.
"I was just saying that ..."
"You were just saying that you thought you could get away with being
like this for a month," she said with a delicious smile.
I began to feel guilty about my earlier doubts.
"Was that just hyperbole to get us off the subject," she continued, "or
have you really been thinking about how long we could continue the
experiment?"
Of course it had been the former, but now I was seriously considering
the latter.
"I've noticed something about our marriage, Natalie," I began, after a
long pause. "We've been getting better together over the last few days.
Not that we were ever failing as a couple, but I feel like we have been
recharged in our love and affection."
"I've noticed it too," she replied. "But I didn't know how to broach the
subject."
"And it's not just the sex," I was quick to continue.
"But you have to admit it's been pretty awesome," Natalie said.
"Oh yeah, in more than just a novelty way," I said. "No, what I mean is
that we're always craving each other the last couple of days. We're
always so quick to kiss or caress. We're finding delight and comfort
together in a way that we really never quite did before - ever."
Natalie nodded.
"I know it's only a few days into the experiment," I offered softly,
"but I'm already thinking..."
"A month?" she asked. "You'd do that for me?"
"Would you like that?"
"Oh no, no no," she replied. "Tell me what you want."
"Then I want to try for the month. I want you to put off my appointment
to revert to normal for a month from now, so we can just revel in being
like girlfriends for that whole time ... if that would please you."
She threw her arms around me.
"It would please me very much," she whispered. "I love you."
"I love you too."
When we had dinner that night, rather than sitting across the table so
we could play footsie, I moved my chair next to Natalie's so we could
touch more freely.
Not two minutes went by without one of our hands on the other's leg, or
arm. Our legs intertwined under the table, and we kissed often.
"Tonight, I think I am ready for you to fuck me," I said as we lingered
over our post-dinner wine.
"You what?" she teased.
"You're going to make me explain it, aren't you?" I said, laughing and
blushing all at once.
A nod was all I got in return.
"Tonight, I want you to use that toy on me. It was good by myself, but I
bet in your hands, it would be amazing."
The dishes could wait.
Natalie took my hand and practically dragged me to the bedroom, where I
pulled her sweater off and threw it carelessly to the corner. Her
fingers ran through my hair as I kissed her breasts around her bra as I
worked on the clasps.
"Somebody wants to bond with me too," Natalie said playfully as I freed
her breasts and sucked hard on her nipple.
Her hands slid down my body to unbuckle my belt and unclasp my pants. I
moaned as I continued kissing her bountiful chest. Natalie's fingers
slid into the waistband of my panties and started peeling them down and
off me. The cotton was already clinging to my engorged vulva.
Our embrace and awkward dance of undressing brought us to the bed.
Natalie pushed, and I fell back on top of the blankets. With a devilish
grin, she went to her dresser and retrieved the toy.
"I'll be gentle," she promised.
"Not too gentle, I hope."
She climbed onto the bed with me and we started kissing once more. Our
hands exploring, grasping, caressing, and squeezing each other's flesh.
I heard the buzz of the toy, and my already racing heart felt like it
would explode out of my chest.
I laid on my back now as Natalie teased my slippery sex with the
vibrator, delighting in making me yelp with pleasure when she would
touch near my clit.
"Not like this," I moaned.
She was puzzled for just a moment, until I guided her to sit straddling
my head. She then leaned forward, supporting herself with one hand on
the bed, and the other holding the toy to my femininity.
My hips bucked of their own accord, hungry for the toy, as I pulled her
sweet sex down onto my hungry lips. As my tongue entered her, I felt the
vibrator enter me.
The power of our love making this night couldn't be denied, and we each
found multiple climaxes in rapid succession.
Finally, when exhaustion outstripped our hunger for pleasure, Natalie
collapsed on the bed beside me. We cupped each other's pussies, feeling
the quivering of the aftershocks of passion.
We lay there for a long while before we could manage to get up and brush
our teeth.
Finally, we settled into bed. As I held her, I thought about how much I
loved the way she just made love to me. I thought about how I was so
happy to have trusted her to alter my body. I thought about how much I
was going to enjoy the next four weeks like this.
But another thought kept creeping up. I wished my breasts were a little
bigger.
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