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Workplace Standards 2 By Monsta My wife Ellen and I were having a bit of an argument. Nothing serious, just one of those grocery store arguments long term couples tend to get into. Ellen wanted to get the "organic" milk, whereas I thought paying an extra $2 per gallon for milk was silly. Ellen seemed to get offended that I didn't "respect her opinion" and, well, bickering ensued. Unfortunately, we were right in the middle of that bickering when we rounded the corner and I ran into a familiar face. It was Chrissy, from my office. "Oh, hi Chrissy," I said while trying to hide my surprise and embarrassment at being caught arguing with my wife by someone I work with every day. "Hey Steve," she said with a smile before gesturing to the guy next to her and adding, "Uh, this is Brad, my husband." "Nice to finally meet you," I told him as I reached out to shake his hand. I then gestured to my own spouse and introduced her as well. Brad was rather tall, he seemed to be a few inches taller than me and I'm 6'1". He had a fairly muscular build and he had wavy medium length brown hair and a goatee. He was also noticeably pregnant. It had been almost a year since Chrissy had joined JRG accounting and became standardized to male. For the first few months the only times Chrissy mentioned her husband or her sex life it seemed like they were having a hard time getting used to the new arrangement. They had both been female for a long time before that, after all. But about 4 months ago Chrissy announced that she and Brad were expecting. Looking at him now he appeared to be further along than 4 months, although I imagine Chrissy had waited a while before announcing the pregnancy. I would guess he was 7 months along or so. His belly was too round and low to be a beer belly, and it definitely stood out against his otherwise lean and fit construction worker body. His breasts seemed to be threatening to surpass Chrissy's in size, and no doubt they would by the end of the pregnancy. I kinda felt bad for the guy even though he seemed happy enough as we couples chatted amongst each other in the middle of the grocery isle. It had to be emasculating to get knocked up by your wife and then grow boobs. I mean sure, the boobs would eventually go away more or less when he finished breastfeeding, but those nipples would never be the same again. Sure he could try to find a surgeon to try to put them back, but most reputable surgeons wouldn't do it because of potential lawsuits if the guy ever got pregnant again later. More likely than not he'd have big feminine nipples for the rest of his life, even if he ended up getting a penis again one day. An angry looking old lady pushed her way past our grocery store aisle meet n greet. When she got past us she shot us a look that caused Chrissy to chuckle and say, "Well, it's been nice chatting but we gotta get these groceries home. Ellen, nice to meet you." We went our separate ways and when we were a few aisles over Ellen whispered to me, "Holy crap did you see that guy, um what's his name, Brad?" "Yeah, of course I saw him. Why?" "Did you see his..." she said while making a cupping motion towards her own breasts. I rolled my eyes and told her, "Yeah I saw them. So what? He's pregnant." Ellen furled her brow at me and let out a loud, "tsk" sound, and then in a sarcastic tone added, "Uh, duh, I know that. I don't mean did you see his actual boobs, what I meant was did you see HE WASN'T WEARING A FRIGGIN BRA?" "Oh, I guess I hadn't noticed that. I was trying not to stare." "Well, that Chrissy needs to tell him he needs to start wearing a bra." I shrugged my shoulders and told her, "A lot of guys aren't comfortable wearing them, I imagine." "Well I'm not comfortable seeing some guy's boobs flopping about right in the middle of a grocery store." I was in no mood to argue, and besides, I kind of enjoyed the fact Ellen had forgotten our Organic Milk argument. As we went to resume grocery shopping though, I noticed Ellen kept herself really close to the cart. I couldn't verify for sure given her constant proximity to the nearly full cart of groceries, but with her sudden change in position and her oddly specific complaint about Brad, I deducted Ellen probably had an erection going on right about then. She used to get them all the time when she had first gotten her penis, so I remembered a lot of the tricks she had used before to conceal the unwanted side effects of her arousal. Her arousal that had just come from seeing a pregnant man's tits, no less. I had read a few articles about how a lot of women found pregnant men to be highly attractive, especially women who were standardized male of course. Some experts considered it a "fetish" while others just thought of it as the natural result of giving male sexual organs to half the women in the country. Some preferences were bound to change, and it made logical sense for women with penises to be attracted to men who were fertile females. Maybe Ellen had a pregnant guy fetish, or maybe she was just horny again. It was tough to say because her libido had been climbing steadily for some time. She seemed to have been ok with our sex life for a while, but lately it seemed she was wanting more. She was constantly jerking off and was often asking us to do more kinky sexual stuff together. She had even casually mentioned the possibility of bringing a third person into the bedroom, someone with a vagina. I felt like I had come a long way sexually since she had first gotten her dick, but she was always worried I didn't truly accept her male organ. It didn't help that for the first couple weeks she had it, I had just sort of ignored it. I mean, I had known at the time she kind of wanted to do stuff, but I didn't want to be the one to make the first move. Then one day I came into bedroom and saw her lying in bed naked, her cock as hard and stiff as iron. She just looked at me and said, "Touch me, please." I had never touched a penis that wasn't my own, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little put off by touching my wife's cock the first time. It was just so... masculine. I nervously touched it gently and began to stroke it in my best attempt at a handjob. I mean, I knew what felt good on mine after all, so I just tried to mimic that motion on hers. It must have been good enough because after a minute or so her cock erupted with a shot of cum that hit me right in the face. Our sex life slowly got back off the ground, but it has never been as good as it was back when she had been female. With both of us male there has always been this underlying sexual frustration within our relationship. Related to all her sexual frustration was the fact she was getting anxious for us to have kids. Without female parts she didn't have a, "biological clock," anymore, but that didn't mean she wasn't still a woman in her thirties getting nervous things might get to too late if we didn't act soon. Little did I know, things would just work themselves out. I went into work on Monday morning and noticed right away there was a commotion in the place that was out of place for a Monday morning. I sat down and opened my email, and it didn't take me long to figure out what all the commotion was about. There was a mandatory all staff meeting at 10. JRG Accounting didn't have unexpected mandatory meetings unless something big was about to happen. At 10am we all filed into the central conference room, and all of us were nervous we were going to get bad news. Jessica went up the podium and turned on the mic which let out a small screech as it came to life. "Ok. Thanks everyone for coming. Well, there will be an email going out after this meeting with more details, but I just wanted everyone to hear it from me in person that we just got word our branch is getting absorbed by the Roseville branch." There were loud gasps and groans from everyone, including me. But Jessica quickly waved her arms and shouted,, "Hey, HEY! Settle down. We are NOT shutting down or laying anybody off. This is a management consolidation only. Larry, Dave, and a few other of the more senior staff in the back office here are taking early retirement packages and from now on our high level operations will be managed by the managers at Roseville. I'm staying put as a supervisor, and I will still manage the day to day stuff as always. I'll just be reporting to Nancy Gensen in Roseville now instead of Dave. Trust me in the long run this is a GOOD thing. We'll save money on manager salaries and we'll be able to pull in some more bread and butter accounts from Roseville to stay busy during the off season." I breathed a sigh of relief. But Jessica wasn't finished. "There is one other thing," Jessica said as she let out a big sigh and pulled in her lips a bit. "Uh, since we are going to be part of Roseville, and managers from Roseville will be here regularly, that obviously means we will have to adopt the same gender standard as them." The loud gasps and commotion in the room returned. I just stood there in stunned silence as I processed what that meant. I was going to lose my manhood. I was going to get a pussy. I heard Amanda say rather loudly, "This is bullcrap!" Jessica just waited until the commotion died down and then said, "Look, I know this is a huge change that is going to drastically affect your personal lives. And believe me, I have NO desire to go back to periods and mood swings. But we'll all adapt, and after all the decision is out of our hands anyway. So, there's no use bellyaching and complaining. We just need to get back to work. Roseville runs a much tighter ship than Larry does, so we're going to have to step things up. Especially since I expect we'll lose a few people to Hammond-Berkley who want to avoid the standard change." "That's what this is really about," Amanda said. "The women running things at corporate want to snuff out the last few male standard branches, hoping more men will quit. They don't care that this decision affects the women who work here too." Jessica shook her head and said firmly, "No, this is not some anti-male conspiracy. It's business. Our branch has barely turned a profit these past few years. And paying Larry and Dave to keep running a barely profitable branch doesn't make sense when Roseville can do the same job at no additional cost. Frankly they could have just shut us down and moved a few of you to Roseville to cover the FTE gap, so be glad they didn't do that." There were a few more grumbles, but we all shuffled out of the conference room and headed back to our desks. About 15 minutes after the meeting Amanda came up to my cubicle and asked me, "So Steve, are you applying to Hammond-Berkley like I am?" "I..I don't know," I told her honestly. "C'mon, don't let those bitches at corporate take away your manhood." "But Jessica, Hammond-Berkley is constantly laying off and re-hiring. They're a madhouse. I even heard rumors they're going to close. I don't want a vagina but, I have to admit this place is probably going to be better run and offer more job security now. Larry has been in retirement mode for years, he barely ever shows up anymore." She just shrugged her shoulders and told me, "Whatever. I'm going if they'll have me. And even if I have to quit before the new standard kicks in I'm not giving up my penis. Michael and I have a good thing going. He's talking about having a third baby with me and I have to do what's best for my marriage and my family." "Well, good luck to you, Amanda." Shortly after Amanda stormed off Chrissy came around the cubicle wall and said, "Wow, I've never seen a woman fight so hard to keep a dick." I laughed and said, "Well, if I had a dick like Amanda has, I'd probably be a lot more concerned about losing it." Chrissy laughed at that. After a brief pause she sighed and told me, "Well, I'm sure Brad will be happy I'm getting my vagina back." "Yeah. And at least you got to be a father during your brief time being male." She nodded. "Yeah, that's something I suppose. The company is offering to cover sperm freezing for free if we go in before February 1. I might save some in case Brad and I ever want a 2nd kid." "There's no point saving any of mine," I said with sincerity. "I'm sure Ellen will have me knocked up by March." "Yeah, I hope Roseville knows most of the people here have male standardized spouses. If not they are going to be in for a surprise when the wave of maternity leaves hits in about 10 months." "Oh man, I feel sorry for you. All summer long you're going to have to deal with all of us in the office being pregnant and cranky." Chrissy laughed and said, "Well, at least it will get real quiet around the holidays when all of you are out on maternity leave. I'll have the place pretty much to myself." We chatted for a bit more before Chrissy got the long stare from Jessica as she passed by. Chrissy then retreated back to her cubicle to resume working. I went into my email and read all the memos Jessica had sent out about the changes. One of the emails was labeled, "Two Weeks Notice of Changes to Workplace Gender Standard." It basically said that the transition period started on February 5th, so after that we had to report either to the clinic of our choice or to any GR outlet to get our gender changed to female. There would also be on site changes available if you wanted to get the process done on work time. We had until February 19th to switch our bits or we would be terminated. I figured I'd better text Ellen, and let her know before she heard a rumor from one of her coworkers. ME: Hey, we just got news that they are consolidating our branch with Roseville. My job is safe but, our standard will be female starting Feb 5. ELLEN: Holy shit! Are you serious?!? ME: Yeah. We just found out. ELLEN: What are you planning on doing? Are you staying, or thinking of quitting? ME: I'm not sure. A few people are applying at HB, but I don't really want to work at that shithole. ELLEN: Well, just so you don't think otherwise: I'm ok with your choice. And I'll love you the same no matter what happens. ME: Thanks. I gotta get to work, we'll talk more at home. The rest of the work day sort of was a blur. When I got home I saw that Ellen's car was already there, she must have taken off early to be with me when I got home. As I went inside Ellen rushed up to give me a big hug and kiss. She then asked about the whole management shakeup and so I went over everything and told her about our meeting and everyone's reactions to the news. When I was done she looked at me and asked, "So, what are you going to do?" Without too much hesitation I replied, "I'm going to stay at JRG, it's still the best job I'm probably going to get in this area." "Are you sure?" I nodded. She then gave a sympathetic little smile and whispered to me,, "Well, I'm going to give you a BJ every day until your procedure. Might as well go out in style, right?" I nodded and gave her another hug. As we hugged I felt the hardness of her erection against my hip. The next few weeks flew by. Amanda did end up quitting to go to Hammond- Berkley, as did Bob. Everyone else decided to stay on and accept being standardized to female. As I pulled into work on February 5th I saw a large semi-truck parked off to the side of the office building. I couldn't read the side from the place where I ended up parking but I knew what the truck was. It was a mobile gender reassignment machine. Just as CT and MRI scanners are placed on trucks and moved between hospitals, GRMs fit on trucks now too. When I got to my desk Chrissy stopped by and told me she had already gotten standardized. "Wait, what? Already?" I asked. "Yeah, Friday night in fact, right after work. Brad took me to the GR center that's in the same strip mall as Olive Garden." "Well, did he at least take you to Olive Garden afterwards?" "He did. I got the Chicken Carbonara. It goes really well with having lady parts, you should try it after you get yours. "Very funny," I said with an exaggerated sigh. "But seriously Steve, when are you going to do it? I don't know if I can trust you with those naughty male parts around my delicate femininity." "Ugh, stop hassling me. You're starting to sound like Ellen." Chrissy raised an eyebrow and gave a little smirk. "Oh, is she excited for the change in scenery?" "Yeah, I get the feeling that she is. Whenever we talk about it she acts sympathetic but also gets a raging boner." "Don't worry about her boner, it won't hurt you...too much. Brad was really nervous the first time we did things after I became male, but, I think after he calmed down it felt rather nice. Having a vagina is a lot of work, but it can be a lot of fun during sex, you'll see." And then she touched me on the shoulder before smiling and heading back to her cubicle. I felt something then that I hadn't expected. I realized that for the first time since I had known her she was female and I was male. It was causing me to think things that, well, made me realize why we had standardization. I mean, yeah, I always had fantasies about women, even women who I knew full well were standardized male. But now, for the very first time Chrissy and I could have actual heterosexual sex. In real life, for real. And for a man who had not had actual heterosexual sex in almost 4 years, it was a lot to process. I decided to sign up to use the mobile. When the time for my appointment came later that morning I headed on out to the GRM truck and climbed the little stairs to get inside. There was a little seating and control area near the door, and the machine itself was in the back. The technologist introduced herself and verified my information. She then asked me a few questions about my general health and had me sign a few forms. When she was ready to get going, she stuck a little syringe into my upper arm and told me, "This little shot right here is Geneformix-F. This is the stuff that is the real key to the whole process. It basically tells the cells in your genitals that they are female, and kicks everything off. If we were going the other way, I would be giving you Geneformix-M." She withdrew the now empty syringe and continued, "Now that the Geneformix is in your system, you are pretty much female. Your genitals would fully switch on their own, it would just take a few months. But, thanks to the cellular acceleration process you don't have to wait that long." "Great," I said with mock enthusiasm. She gave a quick smile and hooked up the IV. "This IV has nutrients and other goodies to feed the cells in your body as they undergo rapid division. You'll feel a warm tingling as this goes into you. The machine itself doesn't do much besides direct energy into the groin area that stimulates rapid cell activity." Next she had me remove my pants and underwear and told me to lie down on the machine's table. She gave a quick glance at my penis and said, "Well, the good news is that you don't have excessive penile mass, so the process shouldn't take the full hour." I just shook my head a bit. My penis was about to disappear and she basically gave it one last insult before it went. "Try to lie still during this, it will make it go a lot smoother." She tapped a few things on the machine and then blurted out, "Oh, By the way, you can listen to some music while you wait. Do you have any preference?" "How about some Bob Marley?" She smiled and gave me a set of wireless headphones to put on. As the table advanced me into the machine's opening I heard some whirring and felt a tingling and burning sensation in my groin. I just focused on trying to lie still and listen to Bob Marley. Three Little Birds was on, and I did my best to believe "every little thing, gonna be alright." After a couple songs I picked my head up and looked down at my groin. My penis had shrunk a lot already. It seemed like such a sad little thing now, probably barely an inch long. "Well," I thought to myself, "I should probably start referring to it as my clitoris." Time kept going by, and at one point I thought I felt my testicles pull inside my pubic area. But then again, it could have just been my imagination. As "Could You Be Loved" was playing I looked down again and saw, well, nothing. Just a patch of pubic hair. I couldn't really see my genitals anymore and I imagine that I never really would again without the aid of a mirror. After a few more songs both the noise and the sensations stopped and I felt the table pull out of the machine. The technologist came up to help me sit up on the table and she told me I was all set. "Now, things are going to be "settling" down there for a few days, so refrain from excessive exercise and any extreme sexual activity. You can have regular sex right now but, go easy, ok? By this weekend you should be all set to do whatever you want." I nodded. I slid off the table and was about to put my pants on when she asked, "Did you want a mirror to check things out?" I thought about it for a bit and finally told her, "Yeah." She handed me a hand mirror and I stood with my legs awkwardly spread apart. I then held the mirror at an angle below my groin so I could see things. Sure enough, I had a pussy between my legs. I was functionally a woman. Although women got rather upset if female standardized men called themselves women. I noticed the tiny remains of my penis tucked between folds of flesh at the top of my vaginal cleft. It really was just my clitoris now. It looked so small and scared tucked away in there, hiding under that hood. I remembered all the times I had seen my penis next to my wife's penis and how I had thought hers made mine look small. It had been something sort of like a Labrador meeting a Great Dane. The next time my wife's genitals were near my clitoris it will be more like a poodle meeting a freight train. I handed the mirror back to the technologist and pulled my underwear back on. Right away the big empty pouch forming at the front of my groin served as a reminder of how empty that area actually was now. When I pulled my pants up they too seemed excessively loose in the crotch. I suppose I'd have to go shopping and get some new underwear and a few pairs of F sized pants. As I turned towards the door of the trailer the tech tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Here, don't forget this." She handed me a bag containing some feminine hygiene products and a pamphlet containing information about my new female genitals and how to care for them. I then left and headed back into the office building. As I went through the main door I noticed something I hadn't noticed when I first arrived this morning: the faded blue "M" sticker by the door had been replaced with a fresh pink "F" to denote our new female workplace standard. Workplaces were required to post their standards so that visitors knew what they were in for. The stickers were mostly a relic of the early days of the program. Technically, no one had to enter a workplace environment that didn't match their current genitals. For example, a delivery driver with a vagina could refuse to deliver inside a building that had a male standard. That delivery driver wouldn't be employed for long of course, but technically that was a right they could use. That's one of the reasons I think restaurants and retail outlets were mostly female, some customers with vaginas might feel uncomfortable being around male standardized employees, whereas no one seemed to mind being around people with vaginas. Yeah it's outdated and sexist, but then again some people are outdated and sexist. As I walked down the halls of my familiar office building, I couldn't help but feel things were "off," somehow. I guess I was struck by how different things felt in my groin, so much less motion down there. It's like when you are used to having something like a phone or a wallet in your pocket and you suddenly take it away. You are aware something feels "off," but at the same time still sort of feel the item that's missing. As soon as I sat back at my desk I got the sensation of needing to go to the bathroom. I had just laid on a table for an hour after drinking 3 cups of coffee beforehand, so it was hardly a surprise. I made my way into the bathroom and found an open stall. Haysen construction had been in here about a week ago and they had taken all the urinals out of the bathrooms and had put in a few more stalls. Out of pure habit I stood in front of the toilet and started to unbutton my fly before I corrected myself and turned around to sit down. It took a while to figure out the new muscle contractions to urinate, but I got it and urine started to flow in a soft, "Pfsssss." It was very weird having my urine pass out of a different area of my groin, and of course having it come out in such a chaotic way. The laser like stream I was used to was gone. When my bladder was emptied I got some toilet paper and wiped myself. I knew enough to wipe front to back, at least. On the way out I noticed the new tampon and pad dispenser near the hand dryer, and I realized I needed to keep a few quarters in my desk drawer, just in case. When I got back to my desk Chrissy was waiting for me, eager to know how things had gone. I just shrugged. "It went fine, I guess. It got the intended result anyway." She gave a quick smile. "That's good. Hey listen, I hope my joking around earlier wasn't the reason why you got it done today. I didn't mean anything by it." I chuckled a bit and told her, "No, you're fine. I had to get it done anyway, right? Might as well get it done." She smiled, apparently satisfied by my answer. She went back to work and I tried to as well. Throughout the rest of the workday I kept shifting in my seat as I was very un-used to the strange empty feeling of sitting without anything really between my legs. At one point I even was sitting cross legged, finding it very odd how natural and effortless that was to do now. When I got home I once again saw Ellen's car waiting for me in the driveway, she had taken off early again to meet me when I got home. She wasted no time begging me to show her my new equipment. I dropped my pants and saw her jaw drop in shock at seeing the very real vulva between her husband's legs. "Oh, it's so cute!" she said with a slight high pitched tone. "Cute?" "Well I mean it's just so dainty and feminine looking." I rolled my eyes and groaned a little bit. Her comments were not helping matters any. She broke her gaze away from my lady part and looked up at me to say, "Oh please, don't get offended by me calling it feminine. It is feminine. In fact I can't imagine anything more feminine than an actual vagina. It doesn't mean YOU are feminine." "This isn't exactly helping my sense of masculinity, you know." "Oh don't start that genital identity crap. You're female now Steve, but it doesn't mean you're any less of a man. Do you think I'm a man because I have a dick? I was just saying how nice yours looked compared to the one I had. Mine always had those big labia hanging down, remember? I never liked the look of mine because of that, it was just too bunchy looking. But yours is just perfect. You're really lucky." "Uh, thanks, I guess." Ellen scowled at me and said, "Look, I know it's a big change but remember that you picked this. You chose to stay at JRG. But if you really don't like having a vagina you can always apply somewhere else or become a CPA and do your own thing." "This town doesn't need another CPA fighting over scraps, and I don't want to apply at HB just to get dumped at the end of tax season. I like what I do at JRG and I'm good at it. And I couldn't get standardized back to male for at least 90 days anyway, that's the minimum time between GRs." Ellen just shrugged and said, "Well, since you're stuck with that thing anyway, we might as well go shopping. You look ridiculous in those male pants and boxers." I scoffed and made a disapproving face at that. "C'mon, really? You want me to wear those ridiculous manties things?" "Well, you don't have to go to Prince Albert's Secret in Roseville to get lacey frilly ones or anything, but you'd be a lot more comfortable wearing underwear that fits you. We can just quickly hit TJ Maxx and then go to Sakura afterwards." I was going to argue but sushi sounded delicious and I did need new underwear. I agreed to go. Towards the back of the TJ Maxx was the men's section, and towards the back of that was the men's "F" section. There wasn't a lot to choose from, of course, as Medford didn't have a lot of guys with vaginas. I imagine we'd have to drive up to Roseville some weekend when it came time to replace more of my wardrobe. I mean, I could try ordering stuff online, but, I have no idea what my size in "F" clothes was. I eventually did find some "manties" that I could actually see myself wearing. They weren't overly feminine, but more like a masculine version of the plain panties Ellen used to wear when she had a vagina. These days she mostly wore, "her cut," style boxers. They gave her plenty of room for her male part, while also allowing room for her otherwise feminine curves. At the checkout I saw something I didn't see very often in Medford, an actual pregnant woman. She was running the register and she looked to be about 6 months along. While seeing a woman pregnant was weird enough, it was made even weirder by the fact I could have sworn I saw an, "M," on the door when we came in. I put up my 4 packages of manties and as she began scanning them the checkout lady asked, "So, I'm going to guess you recently got a new job?" "No, same job, they just switched our standard." She nodded knowingly and replied, "Ah, I see. Yeah, they did the same crap to us a few months ago here. We had been female since the beginning of standardization, and then one day the manager just up and switched us to male. I have heard a few rumors that his husband was after him to have kids, but, I can't say for sure that's why he switched us." She gave her belly a little pat and added, "luckily, this little fella snuck in under the wire, so I at least get to finish out my pregnancy before I switch." The checkout lady gave me the total, and I gave her my credit card. On the way out of the store Ellen put her arm around me and leaned in for a kiss. At Sakura she kept holding my hand and giving me loving stares. And while I appreciated the attention from her, the sudden change in her attention had me wondering if Ellen had ulterior motives. My suspicions were confirmed as soon as we got back through the front door of our house. Without warning Ellen quickly pressed me against the wall and kissed me deeply. She leaned in towards me and began to run her hands along my inner thigh. I felt a warmness and a tingle in my genitals I had not felt before, and it didn't take me long to realize I was experiencing female arousal. It was wildly different than I had expected. Male arousal had been more like an urge, an urge to fuck something and, "get off". Female arousal felt to me more like a desire, a thirst. Like wanting a cup of hot chocolate to warm up on a cold day. My male brain raced trying to understand the very female arousal, trying to make sense of it. I felt a dampness growing within my vagina, as I was growing moist with desire. It was at the same time very weird but also very wonderful. I pressed my hand against Ellen's thigh and I felt her hardness. For the first time I actually wanted it, in fact I needed it. The urge to feel her thick hard rod INSIDE of me was overwhelming. I wanted her on top of me. I wanted her to FUCK me. I wanted to be taken, to be dominated. I wanted...her. I breathlessly whispered to her, "Fuck me." We raced to the bedroom and practically ripped off our clothes. I laid on the bed and Ellen reached into the nightstand to grab some lubricant. As she rubbed the lube upon her stiff shaft she just looked at me with a longing I had not seen in her for some time. I just bit my lower lip and prepared myself to get fucked for the first time. With a quick motion she was on top of me, straddling me. My spread legs were around her hips and I felt so vulnerable. Then she just looked at me for a bit, letting the feelings we were experiencing sink in even further. Finally she asked, "Are you sure you want this?" I nodded. I felt the tip of her cock touch my delicate opening. She fumbled for a bit, but then she found just the right angle and she pressed into me. It was surreal feeling something inside of me, no less in an opening I had not woken up with this morning. A moan escaped my lips, and then a slight shriek as I felt some pain. Ellen slowed, and kissed me as she gave my vagina some time to adjust itself to accommodate her girth. She held me for a while, and then when she was sure that I was fully ready she began to pick up her pace. The feeling of sex as a female was something I was not prepared for. I mean I had gotten off thousands of time as a guy and I had liked it, yeah, but this was a whole other level. Sexual nerve endings I had never had before fired off and tickled my brain as her cock moved in and out of me. I just gave in and let it happen, I let myself get fucked. The feeling of bliss just built and built until finally it snapped in a crescendo so intense my whole body convulsed. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I think I even felt it in my toes, if such a thing is possible. But then something even more remarkable happened, I didn't come back down. The sexual bliss was still there. It wasn't dropping off after orgasm like it had when I was a male. It just sort of settled into this plateau, and before long I felt it building back up again. I sort of lost it at that point, and just started moaning and babbling in feminine bliss. I clawed at her back and begged her to go faster and harder. Ellen picked up her pace even further as she got closer to climax, her breasts were slapping me in the face with each thrust. I had 2 more orgasms before she finally grunted and emptied her balls into me. I felt her sperm splash against my cervix, I felt her cock twitch inside of me. It was very surreal. She collapsed onto the bed next to me, and both of us just lay there for a while panting and spent. As the combined juices covering my vulva began to cool I was struck with a rather scary thought: I was a female who just had unprotected sex with my male wife, and we hadn't used any protection.