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Lenia's Return by MadQuill Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. This story is a prequel to the story titled "For Womanhood". It is not necessary to read that fantasy to understand the plot of this tale. The story develops the character of Lenia's leaving Giuliana and her lovers to re-establish a relationship. Lenia's Return, for Womanhood When she called my cell I was surprised. The picture in the Hudson's advertisement was small but it was possible that she had seen the source. The mail distribution of the catalog was nearly a half a million. The photo set was initially for the company's on-line sales. The published image was of me turned slightly to the left with my head and therefore eyes looking right and a bit above the horizon. The pose enhanced the view of my face without making my neck appear too wide. This image included my earrings; the small diamonds that Giuliana had given me on the first anniversary of our relationship. Most of the retailers requested that earrings not be shown. The dress I was presenting was a speckled black and gray sweater model in part acrylic. The neck was jeweled and the sleeves mid-length. As a model I had little to do with the final selections but I was happy with this shot. "Of course I knew it was you Mar, I mean Lenia. You've changed so much in thirty-four months but we were together for four years. You look good in the images. You've had some work done, huh?" We hadn't spoken in over two years but I explained about the trach shave, the rhinoplasty and brow lift I endured back then. For some reason I'd decided to talk with her for a few minutes. "The breast surgery was the easiest though Susan. The recovery wasn't difficult or painful due to the size of the implants I'd selected." She seemed different and curious. I wasn't anxious but on guard. She hadn't been helpful when I'd started to dress publicly. Her friends hadn't been harsh, just Susan. "Well your dream of modeling certainly required a modest chest Lenia. Most women would have chosen a larger breast size. I think you look great, I mean to say, actually you look awesome honey." She paused as I spoke of the latest assignment and Giuliana's travel plans for the coming month, "You know Lenia you sound perfect. The timber in your voice has become feminine." The opportunity to become a model isn't something I'd just casually wanted. I really worked to become thin enough for the work. My body changes were a bit painful but the affect was amazing. Forty months ago Susan had laughed when I'd suggested my intent to model. "Marc you can look convincing, I mean you can pass when you're dressed but you've got to give up that silly notion. No agency will ever accept you as a woman." - - - - - - - - Now she wanted to meet. I was resistive. My wife had been a seriously nasty person regarding my decision to dress as a woman. I now could understand why. Her husband decided to wear a dress and grow his hair. It wasn't a difficult decision for me. I had been playing with makeup and doing some dressing since I was young. My girlfriend when I was in college had my attention and I would do anything for her. The games Michelle and I'd played were forgotten when I'd met Susan and we began to fall in love. The marriage had been good for three years but she seemed restless and then I'd found a hobby. Her job as an accountant required more of her during the last two years we were together but she seemed to purposely stay way from me. One day cruising the porn sites I saw an Internet ad for an Asian Kathoey that would be dancing at the strip club downtown. I hadn't been to a strip club in years but I went out of curiosity. Something drew many others and me to the show. After a few women performed an announcer came to the stage and introduced the main act. "Ms. Tiffany has been dancing for three years but mostly in Southeast Asia. I'm happy to announce that she will extend her stay and be here for two additional nights!" Tiffany was amazing to watch and though I had no reference point I saw the hundreds, maybe even thousands of dollars she collected from the stage. The level of acceptance by the men at the bar shocked me. She looked beautiful and her manner did not indicate that she was born a man but the billing on the door was clear. Her figure was all female though everyone kept looking at her thong for a tell, a glimpse of her true gender. I started to imagine what her life situation might be like. Living as a woman; well dressing and acting like one at least. My wife's attempts to change my mind weren't aggressive but I could see her disappointment. Her words eventually became strong and harsh. She was not the same person I'd met and grew to love. Now speaking with her on my cellphone I was somewhat angry. She and I had hurt each other. "How can the past three years be resolved Susan? You said many mean things to me when I was the most vulnerable. I'm happy now and Giuliana has been good to me." - - - - - - - - I wasn't always interested in modeling. Just since I'd decided to get fit. After four months I'd lost the first twenty-five pounds. During the time of my diet changes I'd realized something about myself. Maybe that visit to the strip club was in part responsible. It wasn't something I'd thought of a lot before seeing Ms. Tiffany but I wanted to be truly feminine. After I reached one hundred and thirty-eight pounds I could fit into a size eight dress but the clothes looked too tight. One day I decided to focus on becoming model thin. Over the months my hair had reached passed my shoulders. Susan and I were sleeping in separate rooms. Susan didn't comment on the weight change. She only noticed how thin I'd become when I'd had my ears pieced. She'd missed the signs as I acquired a collection of heels and lingerie. I hadn't bothered to hide these. I just used a lower drawer in the chest in our bedroom. The closet in the small room where I slept was full of dresses but there wasn't a bureau. Back then Susan hadn't understood my need to work through this change. She was just distracted and didn't question much of what I was doing. My job as a book reviewer and sometimes-contributing writer allowed me to dress when she went off to work. It wasn't everyday but most days I dressed in my panties and a dress when I awoke, she having left twenty minutes earlier. One afternoon Susan came in the door as I was walking from the kitchen with a coffee. I smiled and asked how her day had gone, "You're home early dear. What's allowed you to get on the train at two-thirty?" She just stopped as the sound of my heels captured her attention. Her eyes focused on my chest, which was exposed due to the deep neckline of the Venus dress I was wearing. I wasn't wearing a bra since I had not developed breasts. Then she looked at my face. "What the hell Marc! What on earth is going on? Whose clothes are you wearing? When did you get your ears pieced? Where are you going?" I stopped and turned to face her, "Why their mine Susan," and I continued to my desk in the Library, my three inch heels clicking on the kitchen's stone floor. Called back to her, "oh, I had them done yesterday Susan." She was still standing at the door holding her briefcase. She could see me from there, "But what, why? Can you please explain yourself Marc, " her voice was urgent as she moved and shut the door. Having set her case down in the kitchen she had followed me into the library so we were a few yards apart. I was standing at my desk, having placed the cup down. I hadn't really considered now this discussion might happen. She hadn't been around during the day for a long time and her evenings usually included a workout with her female friends. We weren't spending much time together at this point. Occasionally we had dinner together but she seemed more remote each month. I reminded her that she was out with women three or four night each week, "So you saying it's my fault? I've got two or three female friends and that leads to this?" She was now quite upset and had stepped closer. I looked to her eyes and considered what we had had. Now my desire and her lack of attention had combined to end our relationship. "Susan, this is me and I can't lead a dual life and lie. Your welcome to be with me and try and understand who you're married to or whatever." She gritted her teeth, "There's no way I'll let my husband just become a woman. You're saying this is a permanent change? You fucking weirdo, you faggy little sissy. I've got too much self-respect to live with a queer. I'll never stay here Marc, never." Late that evening after she'd had a few glasses of wine we'd discussed my change of dress and she further expressed her anger, "So you decide something of this scale without concern for my feelings. That seems like a woman all right. But I won't be sleeping here tonight." I was crying a little and my make-up was smeared, "No it wasn't easy. You seemed to be uninterested in me. I just saw a new me developing and you were with those other, those girls," I wanted her to stay and love me but I could see she wasn't into my life change. As she began to grasp that I was serious she said, "I can now recall noticing other changes Marc, I mean other than your not visiting a barber." She sat down in the library near my desk. I had wondered if she was sleeping with one of her friends but didn't ask. Then she stood up and started walking about and quizzed me, "I mean the subtle shift in your voice, the manner and the word usage. That should have alerted me that something was happening. I guess I was too wrapped up in my own conditions." After midnight she eventually exposed her liaisons with her three exercise friends. "Marc, it wasn't planned. I just became interested in the first. She was sexy and after a sauna one evening we made love in the deserted locker room. The other two occurred in different places but I was the one who initiated the advance." I stood in the kitchen in my dress and heels. I had fixed my face hoping that she wouldn't leave. She was packing a bag and as I entered the main bedroom Susan said, "How the hell did you lose so much weight. You're as small as I am but I work out three days a week. Marc how much do you weight?" Susan was near the closet as I said, "I'm near one-thirty-five." We had separated about three months later; about the same time I met Giuliana. Susan didn't know of my new Mistress then. It was only after I'd moved out that she asked about where I was living. We let the apartment lease expire as Susan moved in with her lover. After thirty months these details seemed far away, the past. We spoke for another ten minutes about her recent job and home changes. Then she said, "Lenia I've realized that I was wrong to force you out of my life. I've never stopped loving my Hus, I mean I'm still in love with you." Then she paused and I could hear the soft sound of her crying. I wasn't upset but asked, "What happen to that woman you were seeing, I mean living with, Denise was it? She was your lover when we separated right? You've had a few Susan." Our relationship had floundered when Susan joined the women's club and met several unattached lesbians. The first affairs I wasn't aware of. I was too focused on my own issues. The day she discovered my pieced ears and me in a dress she acknowledged that she was sleeping around. By then I had accumulated a small wardrobe of women's clothes and was thinking of modeling. She seen me dressed to the nines one day about a month after the dress incident, "Marc you are going to need a new name. Something sexy and a little mysterious. You sure as hell don't look like my husband any longer." I thanked her for the compliment but she interrupted, "Just remember real girls aren't crazy about suspenders and stockings. Pantyhose are more flattering and with a tight dress like that everyone who's looking can see your garter clasps." I looked to my thigh and realized she was right. A small bump was quite noticeable. - - - - - - - - Our phone conversation could have lead back to those painful days over three years earlier but she stopped. "We can't let the history interfere with our needs today. I mean it. I can't stop thinking of you Lenia. The ad I saw clearly pushed me to try and open a discussion with you. Please agree to meet me. Just for an hour. No one else, just us okay? Please Honey, say yes?" I considered hanging up. Being rude wasn't attractive in anyone. As she continued I considered why I hadn't hung up the call. I heard her voicing regret, sadness and maybe something else. Maybe there was something I needed from Susan. "At the Park, we could meet and talk. We could try to see how we each feel. I need to help settle the fears that may be in the way. Please at least think about it dear." She went on about her search of my modeling career. How excited she was to see that though only catalog work I seemed to have done work with quite a range of retailers. "They're clearly calling you back Lenia and that must build your confidence." I explained that at least one manager had guessed about my gender change but her goal was to sell clothes not enforce a rule or control my private life. "That makes sense but it must have been difficult to get started. I mean, getting your figure to meet the requirements and then maintaining it. Models of your height need to be below one-twenty-five right?" I was sixty-nine inches tall, "Actually I'm at one-twenty-one with a B cup. "It was Callie's rigorous control of my diet and her insistence on the low impact exercise. That together with the voice training, posture and deportment work. "Working near so many nearly naked women allowed one or two girls to see my bits. My ad manager knew how to deal with the issues without me being affected." We discussed my diet and exercise, "It's the coconut water and fruits that made that part reasonable Susan. The initial portfolio images Giuliana paid for were quite good. She'd found and hired a skilled photographer. Sarina was quite good with body shots. Her advice and the selection of the various images and headshots to include were essential." She was listening now and not interrupting, "At the first interview I was of course nervous but the second one was easy and the first shoot occurred that same week. My anxiety quickly passed." I considered whether I could handle the upheaval of Susan coming back into my life. As she talked I was aware that there was still some attraction in me and maybe a small love was covered deep within to protect me. I wondered when I could slip away without Giuliana being aware even if that seemed silly. I wasn't trapped nor her slave. When Susan finished her story about her breakup with her last lover I said, "Okay, sure we can meet. Let's say Friday. Your idea about the Park is good." - - - - - - - - I had met Giuliana in a chatroom. During the initial discussion, before we spoke, I'd wondered if she was transgender. She seemed to know a lot about my feelings and was supportive to my needs. Before I'd left Susan I had progressed toward my feminine self. I'd learned to speak softly and practiced my movements to simulate the women I'd so adored. Watching the runway shows possibly trained me to think and move like the models. My body had been slightly changed due to my diet and exercise and I'd stayed away from pills, alcohol and hormones. One afternoon I was talking with Giuliana. She told me that I would receive an e-mail from someone named Callie. It included her cell number, 'Giuliana has asked me to speak with you'. I called her within the hour. "Can you send me an image of your face and body, please? I'm assuming that you're dressed. Please spend a moment and make yourself as best you can." The request was quickly sent for I had been dressed and fully made-up each of the last ten days. Susan had stopped sleeping in the house over a month earlier. Callie was very supportive. "I'll need to help you with many details, Lenia is it?" We talked and eventually she visited four times a week. I told her of my intent to model and she suggested that she might be helpful. "You're posture has become nearly perfect and you move very well in heels now. With additional coaching we can eliminate certain male behavioral clicks. Can you do a split yet?" Soon afterward I had moved to Giuliana's Coop after Callie was comfortable with my manner, look and style. Two months later the voice coach was satisfied too. That was thirty-four months ago. I'd not seen Susan in over three years. - - - - - - - - Five days later Susan and I agreed to meet for dinner, "It has to be early. I won't jeopardize my relationship with Giuliana. I'll have to be back at the Coop by seven therefore let's meet on the Upper Eastside. There's a small bistro I know of." When I finished the late afternoon shoot I was able to simply walk across the street to the restaurant. Susan was waiting and she stood when I approached. "Thank you for coming Lenia. You look like you've just finished a shoot." The waiter helped us sit and brought the wine she'd ordered. "In your heels you're a bit taller than me Lenia," we were nearly the same height barefoot. "I like that you dress so well, with style. At the Park the other day I was jealous that you could walk in heels that comfortably." As I settled I said, "I can't drink much. The diet has been tough these past few days. I needed to lose a few pounds for the latest assignment. Next week will be easier but I've been on flavored water and salads for a week. I feel a little too weak after the fasting. Maybe we can ask for a cheese plate or something." After getting passed the awkward waiter's starring at my boobs, since my dress had a deep d?collet? and I wore no bra, we discussed the changes Susan hoped we could make. "Could you see us, I mean surely we'll have much to adjust to. Your work schedule and wardrobe we can work around but we'd need to try and spend more than an evening together." She reached across the caf? table, "I'm shocked how beautiful you are Lenia. "The makeup artist who did you today is quite good." I shifted slightly closer and looked about, "Yes and she works with a filmmaker as well. She has tried to get me to do a sexy shoot with her twice. They're a couple actually. I met her but I was pretty sure that she did serious porn, not soft stuff. She was so into my gender background that I said I'd have to pass. I didn't want to end up on some tumbler page." Susan was smiling, "Having my husband look better in a dress than I do is the easy part. I can see why she wanted to film you Lenia. It's the sexy body I'm drawn to, but I'd love to spend the night with you to find out how much of our love still remains." I listened to her and watched her lips carefully. At the Park last week I'd realized I was still attracted to her. I had been with women; I lived as a lesbian but had also been with a few men since we'd parted. Watching her speak was exciting. She had accepted that I was a woman. I wondered as I sat listening to her if I could I control my appetite for cock? Could we find her able to penetrate me as I needed? How would I just walk away from Giuliana and the others? They were almost family now and Giuliana had spent a great deal on helping me become the woman seated beside Susan. But she was my first love and therefore as I watched her speak I wondered about how her mouth might feel. I wanted to kiss her. I shifted my chair again to be closer and I reached my finger to her lips, "I want to kiss you Susan," we weren't the only patrons but though near the street window we kissed lightly. "That was nice." She kissed me now and her soft tongue pressed into my mouth. "I can't leave with you this evening Susan." Her hand was in my lap and she gently explored the dress fabric without slipping beneath the hem. My body was responding but I was tucked and she couldn't feel my stiffness. "You didn't have surgery there, " I kissed her again. "No" "Thank you g_d!" I wondered if this could be true. Could we re-kindle the romance of our marriage? Could she really allow herself to have a wife? A model for a wife? I wanted this but I wasn't going to walk away from Mistress Giuliana without being one hundred percent sure. Susan's body had been my goal three and a half years ago. She was nearly my height and now her figure at thirty-three was beautiful. I think my weight unsettled her though. The last three assignments I had been hired for were for the winter collection of a high-end web-based retailer and they insisted that I had to be at one-twenty. Susan looked fit but was at least eight pounds heavier. "What size were your implants?" She was close enough to me, and I took her hand to my right breast, "She used a 250cc under the muscle. I love being a B-cup." She looked sexy and her smile was what had attracted me so long ago. I was a little flushed as she kissed my fingers. I could see her make plans. "No ! I can't be with you yet honey but I want to. I just can't now Susan." Her feelings had evolved to allow her to love me, her husband, but I was a woman now. I was fortunate to have been cared for by Giuliana. She would not easily leave my mind. Her loving was intense. I was most worried how I would educate Susan about fucking me. Or having her allow a random man into our bed. Those thoughts were set aside as we still needed time together. She smirked, "Who says I wanted some of that. I'm a lesbian for g_d sakes." She moved close again and we kissed. Her mouth tasted so different than my recent lovers. I was intrigued. "Okay, honestly, let's get everything on the table Susan. Whom have you slept with in the last six weeks?" She was quick, "No one honey. Really, my last relationship ended badly two months ago. She wanted me to have a baby! What about you Lenia?" I chuckled, "No baby but I live with three women and we sleep together almost every night. Krista and I like each other but she is quite possessive about Giuliana. Lucinda has become a friend as well as a lover. She loves to fuck me." She interrupted, "How does she do that, oh I guess she has a strap-on." "Many toys for this girl." I told her of George, "He is allowed to fuck me as well. I do enjoy him Susan. He's become something of a brother, well that sounds wrong but he is protective. Will that become a problem? I mean, I need a warm dick inside me sometimes. I've been loving women or getting laid six times a week for almost three years. The family that Giuliana has assembled is full of sexual play. Can we keep our love physically interesting?" She took my hand, "I figured you were getting quite a lot of sex, and with boys too. We'll just have to spend the weekend to get reacquainted and see. Can you get away next weekend? Lenia, I can deal with having a man around on occasion. It would be fun to find him and initiate the tryst." I would need more than a 'tryst'. I wondered how we might seek and seduce a man to share our bed. "Susan, I have to share with you that leaving Giuliana might be good. Being a part of an entourage hasn't always been a joy. There weren't any conflicts but the life we have together, four women, has some issues. Living more independently can't hurt me. And my account is stuffed with cash. The stipend she's provided, together with the modeling income has all been saved." I shared with Susan the experiences of my initial induction to Giuliana's family, "She had Callie spend three weeks with me, training my gait and manner. Callie is quite a good acting coach. At least she was previously. Now she works for several similar domes, though I've never really felt Giuliana was an aggressive Mistress. Anyway she introduced me to penetration. It was difficult at first, this woman in the toilet with me, then her playing with my bottom. The process was enlightening Susan. I never really considered that I would enjoy having a phallus inserted there. It may sound crazy since by then I'd been dressing for months. I guess my sex play wasn't what drew me to femininity." She said when I paused, "I've gotten into anal play Lenia. I find I can enjoy both the stimulation and the role-playing. Tell me more of this 'family'." I held her hand, "Well, Callie then arranged for me to visit a laser treatment center. Complete removal, except a little tuff. She also had a stylist spend time with me shopping and helping me change my awareness of color and patterns. Before I'd formally met Giuliana I was exposed to a full range of feminine activities. Except for the big one." She looked quizzically but I continued, "Only after I been fucked by George was I allowed to sleep with her. That day was kind of ceremonial. I was arranged on a kind of cushioned bench and the two girls held my hands. Callie was in charged as I saw this naked man with a stiff cock walking towards me. Thankfully I was by then fully capable of taking a large dildo inside my body. He was gentle enough Susan but this stranger fucked me as the four women watched. A little later his cock was using my mouth. Giuliana explained the next day that she had to be certain I was a woman, but with a good stiff toy concealed beneath my skirts." She listened without interrupting me except to squeeze my hand when she heard of the penetration. "So you love getting fucked as well as licking pussy. It sounds good, actually wonderful to me Lenia." I was surprised to be having such a frank conversion with my wife. Three years ago she was so not interested in the details of my life. It was also erotic to tell the story. I was excited and my thong was damp. I needed to get back to the Coop though, "Listen, we will see each other next, say Tuesday afternoon for lunch. I have a doctor's appointment in the morning. Then we'll discuss the arrangements for the coming weekend dear." I stood and so did Susan. We embraced and kissed each other, "Until then Sweetie." Susan looked lovely and was treated me as her female friend and maybe lover. As I'd left the restaurant I checked my phone. I was okay. Giuliana wasn't expecting me until after seven. I was considering being married again? Or was I just fooling myself. Could we actually become a couple again, her loving me? She hadn't called me Sweetie in over four years. I was excited. I was ready for a change, ready for a less communal life. - - - - - - - - I was filled with anxiety about leaving Giuliana but as I arrived I found her sitting in the living room enjoying Krista whose bottom was exposed while she licked Giuliana below her dress. This was a normal event and though I've enjoyed the multi-sexual aspect of my present life I felt I was ready to move on. "How did the shoot go dear?" I sat beside her and kissed her, "I'm glad that one's done. I can end this diet. I always feel a bit weak because of it." "But your tummy is so sexy now Lenia. Stand and remove the dress." So began the evening. I had to agree with her about the weight loss but being below one-twenty was difficult. "Could you be a dear and get Krista off. She has been waiting patiently for your arrival." Now in only my chemise and lingerie I got down on the carpet as Krista shifted to the sofa to allow me access to her little clit. It never really got hard, just semi-stiff except for the moment just as she orgasmed. Her seed was always delightful since she was restricted to a single climax a week. A moment later she filled my mouth. Moving back to sit alongside Mistress I kissed her and shared the remaining snowball. "You are so special Lenia. Let Krista kiss you too." Later that evening Giuliana came into my suite, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" This usually meant that we would be alone but as I said yes I turned to see George at the door. He was wearing only a loss pant. My clitty was tucked but the panel of the night thong wasn't as resistive and I tented the nightdress. Seeing my body's reaction she said, "He needs you tonight as well, okay?" "Come here George, " I smiled as he dropped the pj's and I saw his semi- erect cock, "I'd love to have you with us tonight." Mistress' hands were on my breasts and she was licking my nipples as George stood and I took his growing cock into my mouth. This is something I would absolutely miss. His dick was just the right size. When he was hard, Mistress moved a pillow beneath my hips and positioned him. He penetrated my opening enough for the helmet to disappear, "Owww, okay, ohh," I wasn't ready yet. As he moved back Giuliana moistened my ring and then she moved his cock nearer and it slipped inside. "Slowly Geo, ohh yeah," a moment later I moaned, "I needed your cock." He slipped back out to be sure my deep muscle was fully ready then he pushed in and I screamed. "Mistress, you have to feel this too. He's such a good fuck. Come on George, a little faster please. Oh g_d, I love his cock." A moment later he shot his seed into my bottom and I felt him slowly softening. I must have slept for I didn't recall making love with Giuliana when I awoke. The sunlight was still low. It was early and I considered a shower assuming my crotch would be covered with his spunk but I was clean. Mistress sometimes enjoyed eating my ass clean. I smiled but wondered if I could live without his sexy penis. - - - - - - - - Three days later I'd spoken with Susan and we'd agreed to try and meet the following weekend. It was possible but first I had be find a away of being excused from Giuliana's planned trip to Chicago to attend a show and do some shopping. I considered just asking to remain behind but knew that would cause suspicion. I wanted to see Susan next weekend but Giuliana might by difficult. I asked my agent to aid a plan; she would call with a last minute request. I entered Mistress' suite the morning before the flight, "I've just received a Saturday assignment Mistress. The Chicago trip is really important to you but I'm not required. I'd like to remain in New York. The shoot is for a new designer." It was easier than expected and the next morning George and the three women left for their trip. I'd never been in the Coop alone. It was so quiet as I assembled my outfits and packed for the three days with Susan. I dressed in a simple black skirt and cream blouse and slipped on my heels. The black polish on my toes caught my attention as my sheer hose slipped into black t-strap four-inch heels. I had a few minutes before the cab arrived so I wandered into the living room. On the coffee table were notes written in Giuliana's hand, planning for the trip. She had crossed out my name from her flight information printout but I saw a small mark next to my name that looked a little like a question mark. Was she just suspicion? Next I entered her suite and found it perfectly arranged. Krista did this before leaving. She had taken to acting like more of a maid each month as her little clitty had failed. Her sense of purposed was eroding. As I stood at the bureau my phone buzzed. It was a text from Giuliana telling me their plane was delayed. I considered this a moment and decided to turn off the find friends feature. There was no reason to think she didn't trust me but I wasn't interested in explaining my movements upon her return. I opened the drawer where she kept her special toys and picked up the insertable I like so much. Placing it near my noise the scent wasn't apparent only the talc. I opened my handbag and placed it inside. The thought that this toy had been inside me on many occasions was only part of the intent. The fact that it had been inside Giuliana's pussy was why I borrowed it. As I stepped to the Foyer I saw myself in the mirror. My refection allowed me to consider the past three years. I was a beautiful woman with a will and the power to control my life, to change my life again. - - - - - - - The taxi arrived at the door to Susan's building in less than nine minutes since it was before the Park drives closed and rush hour. The tall man got out and removed my overnight case from the boot. "Thank you sir, " but he interrupted me. "Miss it was all of my pleasure. I can't remember when I 've escorted such a beautiful woman. I wish you'd said the Airport rather than just across the Park." The doorman opened the wide glass entry, "I'm meeting Susan, " I said. "Right this way Ms. Lenia." Susan must have briefed the man. It was a simple modern Lobby, but it could become my new home so I reviewed the arrangement as he walked ahead of me to the elevators. She met me at the door dressed in an A-line with a fitted bodice and a pleated hemline just above her knee. She had dressed for me and as she bent to put my bag down I saw the top of her full-fashion hose. This was a new Susan. She would never wear sexy lingerie previously. Maybe one of her girlfriends had insisted on her being more femme'. She kissed me and her hands moved to cup my soft and generous bottom, "You feel sexy Lenia, but pantyhose? When you left years ago you only wore stocking and a belt." I smiled, "I can appreciate that but my modeling work requires me to wear Wolfords and I've just become comfortable donning them. The whole suspender and hose thing is still important though. I've got some in my bag dear. She showed me the apartment, "I got it after my last girlfriend moved out. It's big enough for two." She stopped and we hugged. "My body longs for you Lenia." She kissed me as we stood near the second bedroom. As she paused she whispered, "To the right is a generous room with a full bath and a large walk-in closet." I kissed her as her hand moved up and down my bottom. As she responded to my kiss she said, "This place is what I will enjoy tonight." She meant my bottom. "Can you see yourself fucking my butt? Has the last three years brought such a change that anal is okay Susan?" I smiled as we held each other, "Serena, The third girlfriend insisted on my becoming aware of her bottom and she took my backdoor cherry." I smiled, "Marvelous Susan!" The bedroom was surprising. It was nearly as big as my suite in the Coop. The living room looked to the northeast so if one craned their neck you could see the trees of the park two blocks away. Not bad for a workingwoman. I didn't ask her about the rent. She shared that there were at least three other female couples and several gay males in the building. I saw the wine cooler in the kitchen as she reviewed the space. "Care to have a glass?" We sat and enjoyed her selection from glasses I recalled, "Weren't these your Grandmother's" "That right, she gave me six of her set. My brother got the others." After reviewing the family and the work stuff, she said quietly, "I'd like to see your body Lenia. I mean, it's been on my mind since that first kiss. To truth-tell its more like for months." "Let's go to your bedroom Susan." She sat in the armchair as I slipped off my dress and the ivory chemise. I folded them carefully without thinking that she wanted me to turn and walk to her. I pulled the pantyhose downward but almost fell. "Lenia come sit. Getting those off is easier, " She was about to stand but I was ready and back in my heels. The bra and thong provided some comfort as I stepped to her. "Well what do you think?" "Can I see them, your breasts I meant to say." I reached behind and released the hooks and dropped the translucent underwire bra, "You're so lovely Lenia." Now she stood up and stepping closer she cupped my breasts. "I love your body. And," she reached to the front panel of my thong, "this, can I see this?" She bent slowly and her fingers were at the sides of the taut thong, "You wear this quite snug huh?" As she lowered it my penis popped lose, "Oh dear, this is quite a big clitoris Lenia. I think I need to kiss it." She took my penis completely into her mouth and I responded to the warmth of her tongue. On her knees she looked to me, "You feel wonderful in my mouth. Should I stop and get undressed or will you come in my mouth Sweetie?" Just her statement caused me to tear up. "Oh Susan, " I pulled her up, "Do you really want me that badly? If so let's get you naked and then we'll see about my orgasm." I kissed her as she fumbled with her dress, "Tonight I'll be the one in hose' when we make love." She was referring to the last time we'd had sex almost forty months ago. I had worn a bra and suspender with seamed black stockings to bed. It didn't end well. She just wasn't convinced I could be feminine. "Let's focus on us now. These are very beautiful stockings Susan." I was on the bed beside her. I reached to release her breasts. "I want to feel you against my tits Susan." Our bodies moved and her soft breasts were touching mine. Three long years ago I would have loved for this to happen. We needed to re-ignite our love affair and start again without thoughts of the past. I reached to push her sexy thong lower and saw her bare mons. "I like that you shave this now Susan." My tongue lightly touched her button. "Oh my g_d Lenia, " Then I licked my fingers as she watched and one long digit slowly entered her pussy, "Oh, there, ooh, yes, deeper, yes Lenia, ahh," A few moments later she came as my tongue rested on her clit and my fingers softly caressed her g-spot. I'd never been this close to her womb before. Forty months ago my fingers weren't allowed in her pussy. As she turned about and took my semi-stiff clit into her mouth again she said, "Now I get to enjoy your warm toy. I'm sick of a cold phallus filling my mouth." She had spoken of her practicing with one her toys in preparation for today. The low late afternoon sunlight filled the bedroom as she engulfed my penis. She looked to my face as she nursed on my clit. I smiled wondering if I was still potent. I had been with the girls but both were on the pill. Krista of course could only wish for a womb. Susan moved her soft tongue along the length of my near hard clit. Then she moved her lips to the head and lightly licked as I became fully erect. With her two hands holding me along the length she licked slowly across the head again and again then slipped her moist tongue down to my testes as the finger teased my hole. "As a precaution I re-started my birth control last month. My tongue and my tummy want you to shoot into me Lenia. Fill me please." She was softly sucking me but as she spoke of her pills her right finger had entered my bottom. "Oh Susan, could we really still want each other? Can you really love me, love me as I am?" I climaxed for the first time in her mouth. I couldn't believe that we were together. It hadn't been a dream since I was convinced she would never see me as I wanted to be. As a woman. "Oh yes, you are mine now and I want you never to leave." She had some of the juice from my release in her other hand. Her fingers were still within me, caressing the inner walls. As she spoke she removed her fingers and pushed some of my release about my bottom and inside my tight canal. "This is our next step Lenia. To have you filled up and have you screaming to climax on my cock. You haven't had an anal orgasm with me Sweetie and I haven't allowed a cock in my pussy since you left more than three years ago." She had moved off the bed and while she was standing I rolled over and looked back over my shoulder. She smiled and said, "Is that a great ass or what? I'm dripping just looking at your bottom dear." She had a strap-on about her waist and it looked quite realistic. "This is a new member of my toy collection. The ad said the clit probe would help the user get off while providing, I think it was 'delight'. Yes a delightful fuck is in your future Lenia. Maybe by the time you come afterward we can be wife and wife? I'll let you fuck me too Sweetie." "Come close Susan. Let me kiss your new toy," I licked and suckled her realskin phallus. She mounted the bed as I slipped the pillows under my hips. My butt was on a throne. "Please Susan, run your cock along my cleft from top to the hole then slowly enter me. I'm so hot for you it's crazy, a dream." She was still wearing her hose and heels as she positioned her knees on either side of the lifted bottom I presented. The tip rested at the puckered rose and my juice still oozed. "Your bottom never attracted me like this Lenia. You're so smooth and the hole looks like it's winking at me. Your cum will help me get inside, huh?" "I'll pop like a cork Susan. I can't explain now special I feel at this moment. You are about to fuck me for the first time. It's a little nuts but I feel very virginal right now." Before I could complete the statement she had pushed her cock into my body. She had clearly been with others for she was gently and slow. Just moving subtly for a few seconds and then she pushed in deeper, slowly. She withdrew most of the phallus but pushed in again slowly. The penetration and withdraw was all I could deal with. Then she increased the pace, slow and then a fast one. My wife was finally fucking me. Years after I wanted her to do so she had come to want me beneath her. She repeated the slow subtle fucking only the cock slipped out. "Oh baby, let me insert you please," I said. Now she rode me for a few more thrusts and she started to cum without warning. "Lenia I'm about to, ohh, dear g_d, yes I'm just, ahhh," she exploded. She slowed the pace as she pulled her cock out. Susan was shaking as she collapse on to my back. I could feel her phallus in my cleft and her breasts heaving on my back. Finally she could speak over the rough panting of both of us, "My love, lover, please stay with me. Please fuck me all weekend Lenia." - - - - - - - Giuliana didn't take Lenia's statements of rekindled love serious. "I won't take you back Lenia ! The Bitch can have you forever. It will leave a hole in my heart but never will I let you near again." A set of ears listened as they spoke. Just about the corner George stood listening and was beside himself for he had been beguiled by the two of them, both Giuliana and Lenia. Now he was unsure how he must act to protect the family of Giuliana. He was the protector and the two needed his action. His heart knew what he'd heard, that Lenia was to leave but his responsibility was to the group and he had to find a way to prevent Lenia leaving. Separating all of the good that had been his and therefore the family's world. He had heard of the details and yet he couldn't decide how to stop Lenia's intended exit. He felt betrayed for he loved the transfemme and the sexual world he was a part of. He stepped quietly away to consider his plan. Lead now by a need to secure the pleasure he enjoyed George considered his options. The doorman of the Coop owed him at least a small favor. So he set a plot to avoid the arrival of Lenia at her new home across the Park. - - - - - - - Giuliana's New Girl What was I to do? I lost her because she was still in love with her wife. It seemed difficult to the others but I needed to find another girl. Eliza was our new project, well mostly she was Callie's responsibility. I just paid the bills and reviewed the progress. Replacing Lenia had been so difficult but now I didn't want her back. I could see that Eliza was very similar to Lenia but her marriage had failed and the divorce was final. Maybe she wasn't as cute as Lenia but my memories of Lenia's transition were faint. I could recall the first portfolio shots I'd hired Sarina to make but those were after Lenia's breast had been augmented and her voice trained. Eliza hadn't had the full benefit of my financial backing as of yet. I wanted to be sure before I let her see a plastic surgeon. I now knew a new woman could change with time. Callie had briefed me on the emotional reasons and told me to be prepared for a possible exit sometime in the future if Eliza felt less than totally loved. I felt her divorce could provide a measure of insurance that she wouldn't leave. Thinking about Lenia leaving helped me settled the plans for Eliza. I didn't try to entrap nor restrict her. I wanted Eliza to remain with the others and me. The girls couldn't understand why Lenia had fled. They felt abandon by her but it was related to her wife. Had they been divorced three years ago she may not have left but I couldn't worry about that now. I had failed to ask that question when I asked her to join me. Krista and Lucinda had a month to say goodbye but Lenia stopped sleeping with us after that weekend. Lenia felt their tears and their sadness but I couldn't allow her to foul the family. After nearly three years she wanted to return to her marriage. She wasn't anxious about this wife now and I asked her why. I was upset, not about the cost of her surgeries nor the clothes. I loved her. She was certain though as she kissed me goodbye. "She wants me and I think we can make it work this time Giuliana. Susan understands why I left all those months ago. Her interest in women has been developing since. And now she wants me, she loves me, well she sure seems to want this." Lenia spun on her stilettos and I watched her hem fly exposing those beautiful butt cheeks. I was upset and my face was a mess, "I won't take you back Lenia, " and I meant it when I said it. She came to where I lie on the sofa and bent to her knees, "Giuliana, I won't be coming back. Susan has accepted me. Accepted that I am a woman and not a freak. She needs me to come be her partner and lover and I did a pretty good at both before I considered the change." At sixty-nine inches tall and now with a twenty-four inch waist I could imagine why this new lesbian wife wanted my special girl. Lenia had been given the attention of first Callie and then the others and her body at thirty-one would allow her to continue modeling for the various dress catalogs. "Giuliana I really love my breasts and without your support and Callie's lessons she might not have wanted me back." Lenia said this but I didn't feel Susan was only after her tail. "I wish that you'd consider my needs as well Lenia. I can't imagine," "NO ! I won't and can't. For the past nearly three years we've been together and you still have Krista and Lucinda. They can love you. Don't be selfish please." As unaware as Lenia and Giuliana were of George's planned intervention they did find a moment after Breakfast to speak about the past. "I meant what I said. You can make a change now Lenia. I still love and need you. The family will not be the same. Is there any chance you'll reconsider?" As she saw the small tear form she had nothing to offer her Mistress and therefore walked to her and hugged her. "Missing each other is not the same thing as loving someone. I can only say I've loved the time we've had. Please do not hold this against me Giuliana. I did not cause the love to flame up between Susan and me after three years." She stepped away but felt a need of some other measure. Lenia approached her Mistress, "I am capable of her love only due to your reaching out to help me become a woman," and she turned and walked to the door. When Lenia got to the street rain had fogged the door glass. "Please hail me a cab." When the doorman swung open the Checker's door she didn't see the eyes of the driver on her. "236 West 72nd Street please." The cabbie swung free of the curb and sped north but did not turn at 72nd Street and she was in her thoughts and missed the error. The rain helped as well as the windows were nearly impossible to see out to the streets as the cab moved through traffic. Ten minutes later she arrived at a doorway but it was clearly incorrect. The door of the cab flew open and George swept a shroud over her head. Before she could voice a protest she was injected by someone aiding George. "Where, what's going on, who are you?" but Lenia passed out. Lee helped get the now unconscious Lenia up the stairs. Her bag was tossed and left in the vestibule. "You're sure this drug is safe George?" Lee had begun to question her brother's plan. - - - - - - - - A day later Lenia awoke disoriented. She recalled the address, 1117 Second on the door. She could also recall the scent of one of her captors. Lenia was not aware of what happen since being pulled from the cab but she was almost certain it was George by the smell on his coat. He'd stopped her fight by restraining her arms as she passed out. Someone else was with him but she wasn't certain. Now she was aware that ropes were about her wrists. There were cuffs around her ankles that restricted her legs and she was blindfold. Her head wasn't clear but the ache was subtle at this hour. She figured that George had abducted her but why? "George, it's you. I could smell your cologne." There was only quiet and the distance sounds from the city street. "I don't understand. I need your help," but there was no answer. "George, please answer me." In the next room Lee listened and sent a text to George to alert him that Lenia was awake. Almost eighteen hours had passed. Lee wasn't certain how to respond to the statement. She was George's sister and knew he could be facing some sort of trouble. She sent a second text making him aware that the captive was calling for him. The sedative had proven sufficient to calm Lenia up until now. George had found an Asian doctor on the south side that provided three doses. There was one left. The flunitrazepam could be dangerous if used too many times. "George, please George just let me go." Then Lenia was quiet for ten minutes. As Lee awaited George's response she did a search with her phone. The drug was considered a date-rape-drug. She immediately called her brother but it went to voicemail. "I promise I'll prevent Giuliana from pressing for your arrest. Kidnapping is a serious offence George." Lenia was begging. Lee heard this and realized that she had not carefully considered George's request. Now she may be responsible for any harm that came to this beautiful woman roped to the chair. - - - - - - - - - When Susan hadn't heard from Lenia by four o'clock she realized that she didn't know even the address of the Coop just the cross street. Lenia's phone was off or the battery had failed. She had left two messages over the last hour. Something had clearly happen. Susan needed help and called an Attorney she had previously used for a simple matter. He had no trouble finding and reaching the Coop at 68th and Park but unfortunately George handled all of the calls to the apartment. The call was placed just after eight that evening. "Whom may I say is calling?" George somehow acted calm and spoke without alarm. "I am an Attorney working for Susan Griggs, Lenia's spouse. You need to be aware that Ms. Griggs has gone missing. We hope that Ms. Giuliana is not involved in her disappearance." George was quick to offer, "Ms. Lenia was escorted by cab from the household this afternoon. We have no information regarding her new residences. Have you tried her phone?" George was now aware that others were looking for his concubine but he was unaffected. He'd spend the night with Lucinda but they did not have sex. Early the next morning he realized that he had cause a legal problem that could extend well beyond the household. The plan had been to keep Lenia with him until she could see that he was in love with her. He was sure he could convince her to agree and remain with Giuliana. The drug would be wearing off and he needed to speak with his lover. To care and help her come to understand the depth of his love for her. Near Noon the next day he left the Coop and headed north to Second Avenue. Lee came to the outer door, "She clearly knows you are involved George. Therefore we've no alternative than to release her. Maybe she will be good to her word and not request that the Police get involved." George listened but started to defend his plan, "I can't just let her go. My world, the family will be ruined. Mistress Giuliana will soon discover my mistake and then I'll be lost Lee. Surely there is another solution." Lee had been aware that her brother wasn't logical since she was young and she suggested an alternative, "I think we simple drop Lenia back at the Coop. You'll be there before she arrives. I'll take her in a cab and let her out just up the street." The consequence of the abduction may be uncontrollable but Lenia had not actually seen George nor had he spoken with her since Lee sedated her. Even Lee's voice was unknown to her. She could get in a cab with a blindfold covering Lenia's face. This would prevent the cabbie from clearly identifying Lenia. George had failed to change Lenia's plan to leave and now he understood that his dimwitted plan should never have been attempted. "Damn, how stupid I've acted. Lenia may find out and I'll be the cause of her heartache and " Lee paused him; "The denunciations are useless to me now. We need to set this straight George. I'll handle removing the ropes. Give me that ball gag. You get out of here. I'll get her to the street. Where is her bag?" By two o'clock Lenia was back on the street but her hands were still loosely bound. After a minor struggle she removed the twine, the blindfold and then the gag. Her bag was at her feet. The nearby pedestrians paid her no attention. She saw that she was a block north of the Coop. Her headache had passed. She needed to pee and clean herself. - - - - - - - - Giuliana's suite felt empty without Lenia prancing around and the wardrobe looked silly now half the dresses were gone. Her love of heels had affected the Mistress. She only wore high heels now. Only one day and she felt the loss. Last night Krista was a good lover and her tongue on her pussy had helped Giuliana fall asleep. She loved the women who had become her family but they would all miss Lenia. Lucinda's strap-on toys were fun but Lenia's warm cock was so much better. Giuliana had spoken with Callie late last night, "Are you sure that our new girl isn't setting us up? Though I don't regret the money I spent helping Lenia become a special woman I want you to be certain that there is little chance that Eliza will run away. I won't be able to handle another loss." Callie had been busy the passed three weeks working to arrange for Eliza to begin training, "I think this one may exceed your loved Lenia. Please be patient and I believe you will be surprised Mistress." - - - - - - - - Sometime after one in the afternoon the doorman announced Lenia's arrival and the three women ran to the front hall. Lenia entered and just looked about, "Where's George?" Her makeup wasn't smeared but she didn't look like herself. She dropped her bag as Giuliana came beside her. "Have you had a change of heart? Are you asking for my forgiveness?" Lenia looked quizzically at her Mistress. "Me? Ask for what?" Then she realized that it hadn't been a plan of anyone except George. "Excuse me I need to pee right now, and I need a shower. Maybe then we'll talk about my day." "Lenia, please explain," Giuliana moved to try and keep Lenia with them. "No !" She stepped back to her suite and shut the door. Once alone she could disrobe and consider why the passed twenty-four hours had occurred. She had only considered her relationship with Giuliana when she had decided to leave the family. Clearly George was hurt and the plan he'd put into action was wrong, illegal and she could have been hurt. She looked in the mirror and focused on cleaning her face. She had liked George a great deal but was he was just a cock to her? He was safe and provided some security but she didn't need either now. Susan and her would be a couple again. She could bring in the Police to charge him for the abduction but then the details of the family and her life might become exposed. In her head she began to see an alternative. George wasn't a very smart man but he was strong and good-looking. She wondered if he could become a sort of escort for Susan and her; someone to help in some circumstances. Could she find a way to forgive the hell of the last day? Then she tried to remember the person who gotten her down the stairs and into the cab. As the shower water fell over her body she wondered who the had helped George? Lenia wasn't certain but she had guessed the aid was female. Something in the softer handling today made her think so. The person had spoken softly to the driver, 'Here's the address'. With the loud noise from the partially open door she hadn't heard. But the aid had stayed with the cab. When she had finishing washing her phone alert sounded. The charger had brought the software back on-line. She had fifteen messages. She called Susan, "Honey, yes I'm fine. But I need a few hours. No, I'll explain it all to you later. Of course I'm sorry for the gap of messages and the failure of my phone. Yes, I'm really fine, and I love you too Susan." Lenia looked at the soiled underclothes and decided to raid Giuliana's collection. She found a beautiful set of french lingerie from a private label. These were finer than any she had ever wore. The hose' were a tad short for her long legs but she would manage. Thankfully her outfit wasn't damaged or dirty. She was ready to ask some questions but Lucinda caught her at the door, "George says he needs to see you, first, before you sit with Giuliana. She's in a fit but we can stall her for ten more minutes Lenia. George is quite upset." He was in the pantry off the kitchen, she just stopped and stood looking at him. He had a worried pensive brow and was nervously pacing. "Lenia, I've done something very wrong and I hope you haven't been harmed." She just changed the weight on her heels and shifted then she looked toward the window. He stepped closer but she put her arm out without saying a word, "I failed you, the person I love more than anyone in this world. Now I'm completely lost. Mistress Giuliana will force me to leave and I won't have you as well. I truly screwed this up." She now shifted to the other heel and folded her arms across her breasts. He looked miserable as she stared at him, "Please forgive me Lenia. I will find a way to make you love me again." "Who said I ever loved you? You could have truly hurt me. My wrists and ankles have rope burns George! What about my wife's sadness when I couldn't call her for nearly a day. She was more injured by your behavior." He looked downward and fell to his knees but didn't whine, he just looked up at Lenia. "Who the hell did you get to help you with this stupid plan?" He looked down again, "My sister Lee. I was so stupid," he was silent. Lenia wondered why she wasn't more upset about the ropes and then she came to think of how carefully her limps had been bound. She had slept most the time due to the sedative but why hadn't she any serious rash or abrasions? "You used bondage ropes, silk, didn't you George?" He looked to her and nodded. "The cuffs about my ankles were almost comfortable. Did you get off watching me last night? As I was restrained did you pump yourself George?" He shook his head no. She had enough of his cat and mouse stuff, "I'm leaving again and only I'll know what occurred last night. You may get a request from time to time but you will never interfere with my life again George." She walked back through the front hall, picked up her bag and when to the elevator. The three women tried to say something but she didn't even pause. As the elevator door opened Giuliana was in front but Lenia simply got in and pushed the button. The door closed. - - - - - - - - Lenia had given up her life and love several years before because of an interest in the body of women and the love that women share. After living with Giuliana and the others she thought her wife and her could make a new life together. Susan had spent the years with four or five very different lovers and she also felt she could return and love her husband. At the first meeting two months ago Susan was astonished to not recognize that the beauty sitting in the Park waiting was her past lover. "Excuse me but are you looking for Lenia, I mean, for 'Marc' ?" Lenia stood and walked to her and took her hand. "It's me Susan," she said. They talked for almost an hour. "Lenia dear, I'm sorry I've caused us such pain. There were signs that you wanted me to love the girl in you but I was confused then. I'm no longer." Lenia was willing to see how the next meeting might happen. It was possible that she was still in love. - - - - - - - - So began their renewed marriage. Yesterday the mover had placed the six large wardrobe boxes in the corner of the second bedroom. The men had shifted the closets and wardrobe in preparation for Lenia's boxes to arrive but the scale of Lenia's selection surprised Susan. It was now Saturday of the Easter weekend. They had lost a day but together they would settle her. Lenia was delayed but she had said that she was okay. When Lenia got to the street there was a cab waiting to carry her to the other side of the Park. On the phone with Susan Lenia express her hope for a re-start, "I'm truly sorry but some nonsense at the Coop caused me to be tied up. They're behind me and us now. So let's forget yesterday's dramas and start today on the right foot." As the doorman swung open the Checker's door she smiled at the driver and gave her a generous tip. Susan met her in the lobby and introduced the other doorman, "Cecil, this is my wife Lenia." He paused hearing that but quickly recovered and smiled. "Welcome Mrs. Griggs." The building was home to a number of gay couples. He was accustomed to seeing two women together. Susan had kept the apartment a year earlier when her ex-girlfriend moved to Los Angeles. Switching the tenant agreement had saved a significant rent increase. The apartment was a pre-war two bedroom but it actually had three bedrooms. A previous tenant had modified the space so there was plenty of room for the clotheshorse Lenia. Susan stepped from the elevator and opened the door slowly. Lenia heard the heels clicking on the Foyer stone floor. She held Susan's hand. "We're going to be okay Sweetie. This is our home now and I'm so happy you're here with me." Susan swung the door closed as they moved close. Lenia smiled and they hugged. "But here is a present Susan. We can re-commit to one another." In the box were two elegant wedding bands with small diamonds across the upper portion. "Oh Lenia you have found a perfect pair." "I love you." Susan said as her tongue entered Lenia's mouth. She slid the ring on first Lenia's finger and then her own. But Lenia wanted to concubita, to use the feminine version of the Latin word. She wanted to share Susan's bed. To have sexual intercourse with her wife, to have her, to fuck her and be fucked by her. Lenia was dressed in the purest white lingerie and now she stepped back to remove the long overcoat. She wasn't wearing a dress to conceal the sexy garments. "Susan, I do love you too and I want you. I need you to take me in our bed. I need you to fuck your woman, your girl. Penetrate me Susan and keep me forever Honey." They entered the bedroom as Lenia unzipped Susan's satin red dress. Lenia handed her lover a new insertable dildo and knelt to watch Susan slip it inside her pussy. Then Lenia kissed the tip as her hands moved to part Susan's cheeks. "And this is your surprise for me," Lenia said allowing the phallus to slip from my mouth. Susan had a anal plug buried between her taut butt. Lenia grasped it and turned it slowly while her tongue wrapped about her dildo again. "Fuck me Susan, fuck your wife please." She laid across the bed on her belly as Susan stepped behind her and checked the smooth opening. "You've lubed your butt in the taxi? How perfect is my girl. How much she wants me inside her."