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Weekend Wife
by Caitlyn Masked
Jenny and I met our freshman year and it was love at first sight. We
were young, fell in love hard, and I think both of us thought it would
just be that college fling that would burn bright and fade away almost as
furiously. But when we both got in the same grad school and had been
together for four years, we started to think that this might be our
forever relationship. When I started talking about a possible future...
marriage, kids, retirement... Jenny seemed to almost pull away. I
thought it was just jitters. You know, a girl finally realizing that she
was going to become a woman.
When she finally told me why she was so hesitant though, it made sense
even if at the same time it sounded completely ridiculous. She explained
that her family was cursed and whenever any of them entered into marriage
they would have to accept their lovers' gender. According to her, the
curse was waning and would eventually disappear entirely, but that might
still be three or four generations away. Her great great great GREAT
grandmother, when she was married, completely changed into a man while
her new husband became the blushing bride. Her grandparents also swapped
just after they married, but every year or so, swapped back. And her
parents? They seemed to swap for just a couple months at a time.
That actually explained why I would go months without seeing her parents.
When they swapped genders, they didn't exchange bodies. Instead Jenny's
mother became a man that looked almost like her brother while her father
changed and became a woman who could pass as his sister. Oddly enough,
the person I had always known as Jenny's mom had grown up a boy in
Nebraska. She... he... grew up as a farmer's kid stealing playboys and
jacking off to images of Daisy from the Dukes of Hazzard. They both sat
me down, in bodies I didn't recognize but with their personas that I
would recognize anywhere and told me that if I were to marry their
daughter that I'd have to accept the curse in some way myself. That at
times, I'd be a woman while my wife would become my husband.
Our marriage was glorious. I loved Jenny far too completely to let
something like a curse separate us. The change was frighteningly fast
though. Friday morning, I kissed my bride for the first time in front of
an audience of our family and friends. Saturday morning, I awoke in our
honeymoon sweet in Tahiti as a woman. We were both shocked and surprised
and scared. While we both knew it would happen eventually, we thought
we'd at least have our honeymoon to celebrate in our original genders.
We had hoped for a week of having sex as man and wife before figuring out
how to live as woman and husband, and now we could barely stand to touch
each other.
We talked. We cried. We tried our very best to get to know each other
with no idea how long we'd stay this way. But on Monday morning I woke
up next to my wife again. We were both so happy that I don't know if we
ever stopped making love. Some of that was love, some of it was lust,
some of it was passion, but I know for me at least, some of it was the
fear of never being able to do it again. The rest of our honeymoon went
off without a hitch and we got back to our little apartment in our little
college town and tried to return to our normal lives. It only took us a
few weeks to see the pattern that our lives were going to follow. Monday
through Friday, we would be who we'd always been. I would love my wife
and she'd love me. Saturday and Sunday, we'd be our different selves.
I'd try to accept my husband and he'd try to love me.
It was strange changing our sexual rhythms. Jenny and I were always
close and when we were first getting to know each other and fall in love,
we'd make love every chance we got. But as we matured and became a
couple our sex life had shifted to the weekends. The weekdays were for
school or other activities and we'd celebrate our union all weekend long.
And now as husband and wife, and wife and husband, our sexual time was
limited to Mondays through Fridays. With Jenny working as a grad
assistant and me teaching the early morning freshman classes as a
teacher's assistant all week, our sex life waned to almost nothing.
Graduating didn't change anything in that regard. Even before we
accepted our new diplomas, we both had jobs lined up and we both quickly
committed to our careers. Monday through Friday Jenny would wake up
early and go to work in her smart looking business skirt and jacket while
I'd go in later in my sharp looking suit. By the time I got home, Jenny
was settling down for bed, and our weekdays became as separated as our
grad school weeks. And maybe that sexual frustration is what led us to
explore each other on the weekends.
We talked a lot about it. I wasn't homosexual and had trouble seeing my
wife in a man's body as sexually appealing. Jenny admitted that she
wasn't a lesbian and looked at me without any sexual desire while I was a
woman. But we both loved each other. I loved this man who was my
soulmate. Jenny loved this woman who was her best friend. At first, we
taught each other how to masturbate. And oh my god that was hard to do.
Deep down I knew I was teaching something to my wife, but all my eyes
could see was a man jacking off while watching naked men on his tablet.
Jenny later admitted she had the same problems, watching a woman stroke
and caress herself while looking at naked women.
It was actually easy to teach Jenny how to grip her new cock and rub it
up and down. While I never wanted any lubricant while I jerked off, she
seemed to like a little bit of lotion.... But otherwise it's grip and
move her hand up and down. But learning how to get myself off in this
foreign sensitive curvy body was anything but easy. Eventually I found
myself sitting between Jenny's strong hairy thighs while her large hand
guided my petite fingers to where they'd be most effective. The only
thing that really made it difficult was our own arousals. Jenny felt
awkward as all hell with a naked woman between her legs... her hardening
cock resting against my back notwithstanding.
At first, we tried to keep her aroused by putting up a slide show on the
television of sexy looking men. But then I had such a hard problem as I
could either watch her masculine hand on my smooth body or could watch
what to me was soft gay porn on the tv. So, to keep us both aroused we
changed the slideshow to some romantic porn on the television. That way
we could both keep our eyes on the screen as she guided my hands. I
don't think either of us realized it at the time though... but she was
also teaching me how to masturbate as a heterosexual woman would.
Whenever the scene focused on the sexy woman's body, her hands slowed
down my actions. And when the camera turned to the man, she'd guide me
into a more frantic motion.
Our weekends fell into a sexually frustrated rhythm. We'd both shower
and get into some comfortable clothes... thank god we ended up almost
exactly as each other's size... and while I made us some breakfast Jenny
would move to the bedroom and jack off. I was happy that she was getting
the release she deserved but hearing him grunt and growl as he came was
the new soundtrack to cooking. Those sounds also became the soundtrack
of my body's desire. It was probably just Pavlovian but hearing that
signaled that I would soon be getting my own release. After eating we'd
move into the living room and I'd settle in between her splayed legs. As
soon as we got the romantic porn playing, I'd feel those strong hands run
down my arms and start guiding me into action. My long fingernails were
guided to touch and slide along my glistening pussy lips while my other
hand was brought up to cup and caress my breasts and hardening nipples.
And all the while, my actions sped up while watching and focusing on the
man and slowing when it turned to the woman.
It would normally take me 30 or 40 minutes of this to attain my orgasm.
Maybe it was the feeling that she was touching her own body or watching
the action on the screen while hearing me moan and coo... but while I
came down from my high Jenny would move back up to the bedroom and
masturbate again. That processes would be repeated several times a day
both Saturday and Sunday. That activity was repeated for several
weekends without change. One Sunday we decided that I should try this by
myself. I knew my sensitive spots and how to arouse and climax with my
own hands after all. But it just wasn't the same. My frustrated cries
must have called Jenny from across the house because she soon slid next
to me on the couch and again guided my hands. I could see her cock, hard
and bobbing and covered with the lotion and knew that she'd interrupted
her own sexual release to help me. So as the porn played and showed a
woman giving a blow job to her lover I reached over and helped my wife...
my husband... achieve the orgasm he was helping me to get. My dainty
hand could barely wrap around his throbbing cock but once it was there, I
fell into my own familiar up and down, grip and relax, slip and slide
rhythm. While it wasn't a conscious decision, I followed Jenny's lead on
arousing her. I worked harder as the film focused on the woman and
slowed whenever it focused on the man. A few moments later Jenny's thick
meaty fingers pushed past mine and slide up into my pussy. We were now
masturbating each other... and it was amazing. It's as though we were
taking turns to the action in the film, raising each other's arousal step
by step. When the couple on screen exploded in their orgasm, Jenny and I
followed suit.
That's the first time that we came together in these bodies. Jenny
covered my hand with his spunk while I threw my head back and bucked my
hips into his fingers. As our orgasms faded, we both realized that we'd
just crossed some kind of Rubicon. I'd never touched her manly body
before, and while she'd helped me attain dozens of orgasms she'd never
directly touched my feminine body before. Our weekends changed from that
point on. We no longer had the goal of masturbating separately, and
instead focused on trying to help each other out more and more. We were
nowhere near having sex though. I could feel my gorge rise as I tried to
imagine Jenny's thick manhood spreading my pussy wide, and Jenny actually
lost an erection as she tried to picture penetrating me with anything
other than her fingers. But our bodies still got used to touching each
other. Our minds still got used to being aroused by the opposite gender.
By the time our second anniversary rolled around, Jenny and I had fallen
into such an episodic life that it took us a long time to figure out when
we'd last had sex in our original bodies. We were both amazed and a
little scared to realize it had been 7 months prior. Our schedules still
kept us apart on the weekdays and when we did find ourselves with time
together, we'd end up watching a movie or chatting over a nice dinner.
Sex just didn't enter into our minds. Like grad school, sex was for the
weekends.
It was Jenny that took the next big step. It didn't seem like much at
the time, but it set the standard for the next few months of sexual
exploration. One beautiful Saturday afternoon as we both lied back
breathing hard and recently spent, instead of getting up and moving to
the bathroom to clean her hand, Jenny instead smiled at me and licked my
juices off of her fingers. Jenny hated tasting her own feminine fluids
after sex when we were younger and I was always careful to make sure it
didn't get anywhere near her face, whether it was on my cock or fingers
or lips. But here she was, licking MY fluids off her beefy fingers. The
next day I worked myself up and after Jenny exploded in my hand, I
brought it up to my petite tongue and tasted a man's cum for the first
time. For the rest of the month we expanded on this ritual, cleaning
each other up and licking it off our fingers.
I followed that step with one of my own. Five weeks after Jenny first
'tasted' my goddess juice, I leaned over after a particularly powerful
orgasm and not only licked her spunk off my fingers but licked it
directly off of her belly. I tried very hard to ignore the big softening
cock pointing at me, but I knew it was there. And I knew where this path
would eventually lead. It took Jenny a bit longer to follow my lead, but
I couldn't' exactly blame her as licking my ejaculate off of me was going
far more intimate than licking and kissing my belly. Instead, during one
of our sessions a few weeks later she leaned over and started to gently
lick at my diamond hard nipples.
I guess my nipples are really sensitive as I came almost immediately. It
was my most powerful crest up to that point and it soon became a regular
part of our mutual pleasuring of each other. A few weeks later I built
up the courage to share that extra pleasure with my husband. I brought
up the film I'd specifically picked and once it started, I kneeled down
in between his legs and smiled up at him. I told him in a trembling
voice how much I loved him and how much I wanted to be able to give this
gift to him, but also how difficult this was for me. My only request was
that he sit still and not touch me as I worked on giving my husband his
first blow job. The film I'd selected was similar to what we were doing.
The man was sitting on a chair while his woman kneeled before him and
started working on his cock. His hands remained at his sides and
thankfully so did Jenny's. I can't imagine how erotic it must have felt
as I took my time to work to that final important masculine crushing
moment, but she held out and didn't even stroke my hair. My touches on
him were soft and exploring. My hands already knew their way around and
stroked him to full hardness in no time. But instead of pointing up into
the air or pointing toward his belly, my husband's cock was no pointed
right at my face. I almost changed my mind... I almost switched from my
planned fellatio to an erotic facial... but I stuck to my plan and leaned
forward to place a big wet kiss on the tip of his thick cock. The
response made my heart swell even as the remaining bits of my masculinity
cringed. Hearing my husband's groan of pleasure and feeling him throb in
my hand was all the encouragement I needed to continue. My plan was laid
out in my head and now that my lips had touched a cock and lightning
hadn't struck me down, I moved on to my tongue. I couldn't bear to look
up at him as I started to lick my way up and down his length. So instead
of seeing his affectionate gaze my vision was filled with his cock and
pubic hair.
His flavor was surprising. I had expected it to taste similar to his cum
which I'd grown more than accustomed to. But this simply tasted clean
and like his lips or skin. I was still fighting my internal demons, so I
kept licking and kissing his manhood for several long moments. I'm not
sure I could have withstood such an erotic display and sensation, but
Jenny was strong and in at least a sexual way, stronger than I ever was.
Manlier than I ever was. When I'd done enough to get comfortable with my
man on my lips and tongue there was only one sensation next. If I had
looked up and seen a look of needful lust or mad passion I probably would
have backed off. I'm not sure I could have been in such a vulnerable
position giving up what I thought of as my masculinity to someone who saw
me as a sex object. But Jenny's gift to me, even if she didn't know she
was giving it, was looking down at me with love and adoration. At a
glance I knew I wouldn't have to tell her how difficult this was for me
and how hard I was working to give her pleasure and be the woman that she
deserved. As I leaned forward and took him into my mouth felt something
that I hadn't expected. Something I thought would never be possible
being a woman for my husband.
I felt pleasure.
Having my husband cum directly down my throat, or even entering my throat
was something that we were still far far away from. On this first blow
job as our eyes locked and shared our emotions I knew right when he was
going to orgasm and pulled my lips free of him, jacking him off onto my
heaving breasts. When he cupped my face and pulled me up into a long
passionate kiss, he didn't even hesitate about tasting himself on my
lips. We both celebrated what years ago I would have considered my
lowest point, but now was one of my greatest accomplishments. It took
Jenny another three weeks to work up the courage to go down on me, but I
was in no hurry. I not only found out that I enjoyed making my husband
happy with my lips and tongue, but I also found out that I honestly
enjoyed giving head. I think I might enjoy it even if the cock I was
sucking felt no pleasure from my acts at all. Jenny eventually had her
own realization about cunnilingus. Not only did she enjoy giving me
orgasm after orgasm with her tongue, she enjoyed the process itself. For
the rest of the year most of our weekends were spent with us in the 69
position. And at this point we didn't even need the porn in the
background.
While I was busy becoming his cock sucking wife and he was busy becoming
my pussy lapping husband our weekends were something to be looked forward
to all week long. But the weeks themselves were strangely normal if
otherwise sex free. I felt no desire to be with a man during those times
and Jenny admitted that she was still turned off my women during the
week. And we both admitted that while we still loved each other dearly,
we just didn't have any desire to have sex with each other. Sex was for
the weekends. Those Mondays through Fridays we were a loving married
over worked couple that simply never had sex.
What lead us to crossing that final line was something as innocent and
painful as an abscessed tooth. I had woken up Wednesday morning with an
ache in my jaw I hoped it would just pass. By Friday I was in agony and
got an emergency appointment with the Dentist. He pulled the tooth that
day and told me the swelling would go down in a week or so, but the pain
in my jaw might last a few weeks longer. I was heartbroken as Jenny and
I had found out that physical changes in our weekeday life would
transition to our weekend lives. When she twisted her ankle one week, he
could barely walk on Saturday. When I scraped my shoulder one Friday, I
still had to clean it and put a fresh bandaid on it on Saturday. So,
this aching jaw pain would last well into the time that I knew I was
going to want to use my mouth on my husband.
Jenny was more concerned with my pain on Friday night, but I could see
his disappointment Saturday morning. He still spent our sexual time
together that morning. I simply used my hands instead of my tongue.
When I did try to take him into my mouth, the mere act of spreading my
jaw wide was painful enough to make me regret it. Afterward as I scooped
his cum from my cheeks into my mouth I jokingly told him that he was just
too big for me. His playful slap to my ass still hovering above his face
and his response that most women liked big cocks was enough to plant the
idea in both of our heads.
We tried to push it out of our minds. We agreed that we both wanted to
be our full selves... pain free... if we ever decided to try making love.
But once that seed is planted, it's going to grow whether we fan its
flame or not. Being together in these bodies and not having sex was as
awkward as being in our normal bodies and having sex. Every commercial
on TV that showed an attractive woman made my man shift uncomfortably in
his seat. Any moment of a movie that showed a handsome man made my
panties grow moist. But we still fought it off. We still wanted our
first time to be special. We had another release that night, Jenny
cumming all over my face while her tongue sent me to seventh heaven,
before going to bed.
That night dreams of having sex with my husband kept waking me up. I'd
be straddling his lap and lowering myself onto his hardness. I'd be
lying under him, spreading my legs wide only to wrap around him so
tightly. He'd be picking me up and fucking me against the wall or taking
me from behind in a doggy style. When the clock read 5 am, I finally
just got out of bed knowing that there was no rest to be had there. Any
hope I had of some regular sexual relief was dashed when my jaw throbbed
painfully.... Probably from all my tossing and turning. I slipped one of
my weekday white shirts on and padded barefoot out into the kitchen.
While the coffee brewed I took one of the prescribed ibuprofen and tried
to get the dreams out of my head. But my wet slit down below told me
that my body was already primed and ready, even if my jaw was holding out
on me.
I heard Jenny walk in behind me as I stood next to the table with my
cuppa of morning brew. When I glanced over my shoulder at him and saw
his harness trying to rip his underwear open, I knew that the dreams I
had were something that Jenny shared. I actually felt my pussy bear down
on it's emptiness as I wondered how he dreamed of taking me. The twinkle
in his eye and the slightest of nods from me was all it took for us to
agree. Closing my eyes I leaned forward and pressed my curvy ass out
until my hands landed on the table.
If I had had time to plan, if I had written about what I wanted for the
first time my husband made love to me I'm sure it would have involved us
being face to face. My desire to kiss him and see his eyes was very
strong in me, not to mention my desire to reach out and touch his face
and his shoulders and his broad chest. But as Jenny stepped behind me
and pulled the shirt from my shoulders and putting my breasts out on
display I knew that this was going to be perfection. As his hands
slipped down to my tiny waist and gripped my hot skin we both murmured
together "I Love You". I could feel his cock resting up high on my ass
and as if we'd already considered our height difference I moved up onto
my tiptoes while Jenny spread his stance and lowered himself to the
perfect height.
There was no waiting or hesitation. No thoughtful playing or teasing.
Both of our arousals were at peak and the moan that spilled past my lips
was matched by the heavy growl that came from his throat as my loving
husband slide his thick meaty cock into my quivering waiting pussy.
Making long passionate love would happen later. This was us correcting
the wrong of waiting years for something that should have happened back
on our honeymoon. Our first coupling was Jenny gripping me tight and
pounding into me as I moaned and screamed and pushed back onto him.
We talk about that morning often. Neither of us know why we waited so
long, but we also can't pinpoint the time that we'd have been ready
before then. Regardless of the 'before', we made love often and
regularly afterwards. All of my positions I dreamed of were matched and
even more amazing in reality. We've now been married for six years.
While we make love in many different ways and positions, our anniversary
morning is always spent with me bending over a table and Jenny taking me
from behind.
The only disappointment in our lives was the thought of not having
children. Jenny's mom got pregnant and kept her body through the entire
pregnancy, changing back the day after giving birth to her daughter. But
she also tells the story of a long ago relative that swapped genders mid
pregnancy... the unborn child simply stayed with the feminine partner,
and they shared the joy and burden of carrying a child. Since finding
out that fact, we're now actively trying to get pregnant. Both us are
looking forward to carrying a child and both of us are looking forward to
being a good father.
-- The End --
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