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THE RETIREE 31 by enduringshades PREFACE This one-off story is based on deleted text from the last series. My intention for this text, and its replacement in The Retiree 28, was to take June and John's relationship to the next level, to become lovers, but without cheating on or betraying their deeper and everlasting love for their wives. I also wanted to balance the dichotomy in the story of whether Arthur was a straight crossdresser or a bisexual trans woman, by demonstrating that June was able and willing to revert to being Arthur. In the final published version the former was established by Marjorie and Rachael going on a cruise and arranging a romantic weekend in Paris for their husbands while they were away. And for the latter, Arthur re- emerged for Marjorie's 60th birthday. The original text, now a basis for this special, was more traumatic but kept to the principles of The Retiree. This story continues on from The Retiree 30. Read on to find out what I had originally in mind. THE ALTERNATIVE Life after my wedding to Marjorie, or rather the confirmation of our original wedding vows but this time as Marjorie and June, was wonderful. I'm really enjoying this next phase of our retirement, living as a woman but still Marjorie's husband, but no longer worrying about my secrets being discovered; that I'm really a man and that I was known as June Brown, later Mrs Walters, when I was woman of the year and in the public eye. Now as far as society knows I'm just a pensioner living quietly in a same sex marriage. But, as you know, I also have a lover. I'm John's mistress, our relationship morphed from being best mates since childhood to lovers as my womanhood emerged and I lived as a woman full time. It was with the full knowledge of our wives, Marjorie and Rachael, who played their part in encouraging our new relationship. They themselves were lovers before they met us and have rekindled their relationship. We have all been close friends since we were at University and love our new honest relationships. But what surprised all of us was that the balance between spending time with our spouses and our lovers was not as we expected. I'm not talking about time together, I mean the time when we spend in bed. And I don't mean sleeping. We saw each other frequently, the four of us, several times a week. John and I also spent time together as did Rachael and Marjorie. John and I did all the things we did before as mates, we just enjoyed each other's company and banter. We were often down the pub. Except I was now June and we were now intimate. We would walk arm-in-arm or hold hands. And we would say hello or goodbye with a hug and a kiss. Marjorie and Rachael remained best friends and active women's society members and they would socialise at 'Blush' the lesbian bar. And they behaved just like John and I. I love Marjorie very much, she is my lover, my wife. But when it came to the crunch, I preferred having sex with my wife as a man, I am a fully functioning male in that respect. And John loved Rachael. So I only slept with John every now and again, usually if we decided to go away together without our wives. Similarly Marjorie and Rachael enjoyed reviving their lesbian relationship, but more as companions than sex partners. Otherwise we spent most of our nights blissfully with our wives. I don't think that is what you were expecting. But on reflection it is having a choice is what matters. I can experience my life as a woman more fully by having sex with John, but it was his companionship I sought. Being Marjorie's lover is all I have always really wanted. But I know John is there too. "Darling," said Marjorie. We were sitting at the breakfast table. "It's our wedding anniversary next week, the real one that is, as you know. Do you have anything in mind?" "Only you my dear," I replied. "It has been a wonderful six months since we exchanged our wedding vows again and our marriage has never been stronger. But we haven't been away on our own, that is just the two of us." "Well of course. We do enjoy each other nearly every night. But I was thinking that although I enjoy the occasional night away with John, it is not fair to you that I get a romantic setting with John but for us we only sleep in our bedroom. So short of clearing the kitchen table, I would love to remedy that deficiency. Let's go away for a few days for our anniversary." "Wonderful darling!* "As we would be celebrating my marriage to you as Arthur, do you want to go away with Arthur or June?" "Both! I want my June during the day, but my Arthur during the night. But you can still wear your nightdress!" "I know a wonderful hotel in Paris!" "Of course you do. Rachael and I thought it would be perfect for you and John. A romantic setting to nudge the both of you. We don't need encouragement, but I do miss the romance." "Well since you made all the arrangements for John and I, you can do the same for us!" We had a wonderful time. We did all the same things John and I did except we did buy each other a Louis Vuitton bag, well we thought we were worth it. And I wore my silk red dress, not only did I give the Parisian femmes a run for the money, again, I came a close second to my dear wife! I know what you are thinking and I am quite sure some of you want to declare one way and some of you the other. Which Romantic weekend in Paris was better, the one with John or one with Marjorie? Actually there was no contest. I enjoyed my time with John very much, but for the weekend, as indeed the rest of my life, it can only be Marjorie. John is my best mate and our relationship has grown so that he is also now my lover, my occasional lover. I have to admit it is not that I don't want to spend more time with him romantically, it is just that I have Marjorie and I want to spend my time with her. If you knew Marjorie like I do, you would too. A few months later on a sunny but cold winter's day John and I walked again the route we took when we had our bet. And yes we re-enacted that stolen kiss. We had an evening meal in 'The Penfold Inn' where we had parked the car. John then took me home. He didn't come in as we both wanted to change out of our hiking clothes. I knew that Marjorie was going to be at 'Blush', the lesbian bar, so I didn't expect her back just yet. I decided not to wait up and retired to bed. In the morning I was still alone. It had happened before, Marjorie and Rachael once went back to a friend's house, drank too much and ended up staying the night. The phone rang. "Hello, June." It was John. "I am wondering if Rachael is with you. She wasn't at home when I got back yesterday." "No, but neither is Marjorie. Do you think they have gone away together?" "Not without telling us." "I'm sure they'll be back later today. I'll let you know if I hear anything." "Me too, speak to you later June." I spent the rest of the day trying to get on with some of my outstanding tasks but I couldn't concentrate as I kept wondering where Marjorie was. It was getting late so I rang John to see if he had an update, anything. "Have you heard from Rachael? I've heard nothing from Marjorie." "No, I haven't," John replied. "I rang the police, but they say it is too early to report her as a missing person as she is not vulnerable and is a responsible adult. I could almost hear the snigger in his voice suggesting she had run off with a lover." Now I was really starting to worry. "Typical," replied John. "If they are not back tonight, perhaps I can come round tomorrow and we can talk about what to do." "Yes, of course. I feel I should be doing something more. I will see you tomorrow." Tomorrow came but Marjorie didn't, so I rang John and told him I'll be around later. I turned up at midday. He suggested we go to the pub for lunch, I didn't think it was a good idea to go out so I cooked lunch using some chicken I found in the fridge. I nipped out to the convenience store to buy some fresh vegetables. "I wondered whether they have had an accident and are in hospital?" John said. "I did try Accident and Emergency, but they said they couldn't divulge patient information and suggested I rang the police. So there is very little we can do officially." "But I do feel we should be doing something, I want to do something. Do you think they are with friends? We could go through our contacts," I suggested. "If they were, they would have told us. But let's leave no stone unturned." "And if they don't want us to know?" John looked somewhat alarmed at what I said, but it had crossed my mind earlier. We tried to come with a plan of action. But other than waiting until we can register them with the police as missing persons there was little we could do. Perhaps we should get on with our lives in the meantime. I decided to go home, in case she had come home or was trying to contact me there. The house was empty and there were no messages. I spent another lonely evening and night, made worse because I couldn't sleep. I rang John in the morning, there was no news. "Why don't I come over? It will be easier for us to work together to find them." "Yes, good idea. I'm rather lost on my own." We spent days ringing friends and acquaintances, but nobody had seen them but would keep an eye out. We visited our regular haunts, we had their photos. We eventually arrived at 'Blush'. "I think you should wait outside John. They may not be too keen to talk to a man about fellow sisters." "Good idea," he replied, a little disappointed. I asked one of the staff, who recognised me. "Have you seen my friend, Marjorie?" "She was in here a few days ago with her other friend Rachael. They had had quite a few and a couple of women who had joined them helped them to catch a taxi home." "Do you know these women?" I asked hoping we had a lead. "I've only seen one of them before. She had come in and asked if June Brown was one of our regulars, I said there is a Mrs Brown, maybe she is also known as June." Well Marjorie was Mrs Brown. Finally we gave up, but we didn't give up hope, of course we couldn't. We did everything we could think of and every avenue became a dead end. The police registered them both as missing persons but other than routine checking did not take any further action as there were no leads. I was sitting on the sofa with John. He had come around for an evening meal which I had prepared but not eaten, I had no appetite, and I started sobbing. The thought that I may never see Marjorie overwhelmed me. John put his arm around me. It was comforting and I put my head on his shoulder and held his other hand. We just sat there for the rest of the evening in silence, I was thinking of Marjorie and no doubt John had Rachael in his thoughts. Eventually, he helped me to bed and then slipped off home. The following morning I decided I had to get on with the rest of my life while waiting for Marjorie to come home. The first thing I did was to prepare myself to become Arthur for the time being. There were four things that made my life perfect. Most important was my marriage to Marjorie and then my life living as a woman, followed by my relationship with John together with our friendship with Rachael and John. But I wasn't June because I had to be, it was because I enjoyed dressing and presenting myself and being treated as a woman, I was only a crossdresser after all, full time perhaps but still a man. But the joy had gone. I felt comfortable dressed as a woman, but it just didn't seem right without Marjorie. Besides dealing with the authorities and organisations searching for Marjorie it would be easier to be seen as who I really was, her husband. But first I had to ring John. "John, it's June. I have something I need to tell you." "It's not what we have been dreading, is it?" he replied. "Oh no, I haven't heard anything. There is still hope. What it is is that I have decided to dress normally, that is as Arthur, while we continue our search. The joy of being June is not there and I think presenting as a man will help. We will just be best mates again." "That's a good idea Arthur and I understand. Actually I've been trying to broach the subject. I don't think I could be intimate with you in Rachael's absence, it would seem such a betrayal, You as Arthur will take away the temptation for me." "We are of one mind." "What about the neighbours, especially the Cooper family?" "I won't draw it to their attention. But if asked I will just say I'm back home to look after the house while Marjorie and June are away for some time. As for the Coopers and their associates it was me as June Brown they were spying on, not me as Arthur. So it shouldn't be a problem, anyway the Coopers are no longer pursuing me, or rather June Walters formally June Brown." "Why don't you come and stay here? It would be easier for us to work together and I could do with the company." "I need to be here in case there is any news." "I've thought of that. We will almost certainly hear from our wives at the same time. You can leave a message for her and arrange for your landline calls to be diverted to your mobile. And we set up a video doorbell so you can see remotely if anyone calls." "I'll pack my bag, I haven't got much to bring. I will need to do some shopping." I drove over in the Jaguar SUV. I thought if we get the call it would be more suitable than the Mini. Besides, it is the car I bought as Arthur. I wore the same clothes I did on the day after Marjorie's birthday. I was wearing a tight sports bra to flatten my breasts to some extent. I did expect to become June again, Marjorie's perfect partner, so I wasn't going to have the inserts removed just yet. "Hello mate," said John when I turned up. "Good to sea again, despite the circumstances. I've put you in the guest room and have ordered some Chinese food to be delivered." I had no intention to become a housewife, but I did take control of the cooking. I had the skills now and I still wanted to look after my body. Otherwise we settled down sharing a house as two men would. Funny, I thought. Not so long ago I was living with Marjorie as two retired women and no doubt people thought we were lesbians. Now John and I are two retired men, I wonder if people believe we were gay? Well we have slept together perhaps they are right to think so. We spent most of our days looking for our wives, mainly on the internet, there was little to be gained just driving around. We kept in touch with friends, but we didn't socialise. I did buy some more clothes, but just a practical minimum. I couldn't wear the same jumper and jeans everyday. But interestingly despite my intense interest in women's clothing and in dressing well, I had little interest in doing so as Arthur under the current circumstances. But I was clean and presentable, in case you were wondering. I still have my pride. The phone rang. "Hello," I answered. I didn't say if I was Arthur or June until I knew who was calling and the display said private number. Of course I answered all calls, it might just be the one with news about Marjorie. "Hello, Arthur," was the reply. It was Jilly, I recognised her sultry voice. "How are you bearing up?" "As can be expected. No news or leads, but we keep trying." "We haven't had lunch since Marjorie disappeared. It is three months now. And I would very much like to see you again. It would do you good and I have a suggestion. Besides, I've never actually seen you as Arthur. And I would like John to join us." "What have you in mind?" "The usual, 'The Green Man', that is if you have something suitable to wear." "Marjorie had kept back one of my suits, so no problem. I agree it is about time John and I got out of the house." "If you have nothing else arranged, how about tomorrow?" "That would be fine." I was hesitant to accept, you know, just in case. "Excellent, see you tomorrow." "Who was that? Any news?" asked John. "It was Jilly. She invited us to lunch tomorrow. She wants to talk to us. We will meet her at 'The Green Man', so you will have to dress smartly. We were shown to Jilly's table when we arrived, as always she was already seated with an opened bottle of wine. As we approached a huge grin appeared as she got up to greet us. "Hello, John, nice to meet you again," she beamed as she gave him her hug. Turning to me. "You must be Arthur! My, what a handsome man!" John looked a little disappointed. "Nearly as handsome as you," she said to John as she gave him a consolatory kiss on the cheek. Turning back to me, she winked. "I could fancy you if I wasn't for Charles." I blushed. "So Charles is my fantasy date and I'm yours!" I laughed. Of course, Arthur would never have a date with Charles, but as June it is a different matter. We settled down, placed our orders and had an agreeable lunch. We didn't talk about Marjorie, Rachael or indeed Charles. As we were having our coffees. Jilly broached the subject we had all been thinking about. "How are you two? Are you bearing up? I assume there is no news." "We spend most of our days looking online for any clues. And if there is news, you would be the first to know." Jilly is my best friend, outside the four of us. And my confidant. "We both have not given up knowing that they will return to us." "Charles and I think it is not time to seek closure, it is too early for that, but you should start getting on with your lives. You need to re- engage with society. You can still continue your search of course, we would be dismayed if you stopped." "You may be right, Jilly," I replied. "She is right, Arthur," said John. "We would like to host a select gathering at our country house. A gathering to celebrate Rachael and Marjorie's lives and pray for their safe return. Not a memorial, of course not, but a chance for you to reach out and socialise with your friends once again." "What do you think?" I asked John. I thought it was a good idea, a sensible suggestion, but I didn't want to cut across John's feelings. "We can't go on as we are," John replied thoughtfully. "I don't mean we give up the search, just that we shouldn't spend every waking moment. Today's lunch is the first time we have been out of our houses socially since that fateful day and it has re-energised my batteries. Thank you Jilly. I'm not giving up, just accepting that it is going to take longer that I hoped." "I agree. We will work more effectively if we open up. Thank you Jilly. I think I can speak on John's behalf and thank you for your kind offer from both of us." "There's one more thing, you are not invited Arthur," said Jilly. "It has to be June. You need to get that part of your life back to normal." She was right, I realised. Being June is normal for me now, and although being Arthur for the last three months has not been a problem it was almost as if I was in mourning. It is time to be the woman I am, the woman Marjorie loves. "If I'm not invited," I replied, "then it must be June. Besides, binding my breasts today was a reminder that being Arthur does have its downside!" We all smiled. Most days, as it was just John and I at home, I have been wearing a bra under my sweatshirt. The day of the gathering, no one called it anything else, not with the joy of a party or with the sadness of a memorial, had arrived. We decided to just invite those who had attended Marjorie and my renewal of our vows ceremony. We had to keep it to those in the know and there was Charles's and Jilly's security to think of as well. Much to our surprise and joy, everybody accepted. As it was a fine spring day we held it outside on the terrace of their house with a fine view to the south-west across a wooded valley with the bright fresh colours of spring. Everybody dressed as if it was a garden party, a special occasion. I was pleased our guests made the effort. Not a pair of jeans in sight. I wore a fit-and-flare dress in pastel yellow with a red and orange floral pattern. It is one of Marjorie's favourites, not her dress but mine of course. I wore a short open jacket with three-quarter length sleeves and strappy sandals with three inch heels in white. It was the first-time I had dressed for some time and I felt very pretty. I had many compliments. The day went very well. We did not have any speeches or remembrances, I didn't want any, it would have made it too final, But John gave a toast to Charles and Jilly for their friendship and hospitality. Afterwards John took me home, his home which had been my home for the last three months. The following day I went back to my old home to fetch some clothes. Just everyday clothes, no cocktail dresses and gowns. From that day I was June again. And instead of two man friends sharing a house it was now a man and a woman. With the natural barrier between men now no longer inhibiting our behaviour, we had gone back to interacting as old mates, we became closer once again. Not as lovers, purely platonic, perhaps more like brother and sister. I became more the housewife and John the man of the house, although it was John and Rachael's house it was my home now. We did continue our relentless search, of course we did, but as Jilly had encouraged us we started to reach out. We looked after John's grandchildren once again. I missed being a 'grannie', but of course I was Auntie June. I had my weekly lunch with Jilly and went with her to the monthly women's society meeting. The other ladies were very supportive in my quest. John returned to his golf, the time away and the exercise did him good. We didn't socialise with our old friends, we felt uncomfortable without Marjorie and Rachael. But we regularly went to the golf clubhouse bar where we soon enjoyed the company of other couples. They already mistakenly knew me as Rachael and as John's wife. "It is six months now," said Tilly. We were having our regular lunch. "You are still not your old self, which is quite understandable. Is there anything I can do?" "Not really. I do feel better these last three months, living as a woman again and getting back to something like normal life. Although spending time seeking Marjorie is my main activity." "Are you lonely?" "On one level, no. I have supportive friends around me. But inside, I'm really lonely. I do miss her." Jilly was thoughtful for a moment. "Can I ask you a personal question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." "Of course, if you can't ask me a personal question, who can?" "How is your relationship with John?" "It is very good, as it has always been. We are deeply involved together in our search." I then added. "And we discovered we can live together." "Are you still lovers?" "No. We have not been intimate since our wives went missing. Of course, as Arthur, we wouldn't be, and anyway John was attracted to me as June. For the last three months we have just been good friends. I have my own bedroom." "Can I make a suggestion?" "Yes, of course. I know you would only want the best for me." "Tonight, sleep with John. I suspect he is just as lonely as you. You were lovers with your wives' blessing and I know both of you would not be betraying them." "I must admit I had been yearning for John once again. But my devotion to Marjorie has always taken precedence. Not a deliberate decision, it just didn't want to. I'll think about it. Thanks, your concern means so much to me." "I do care about you June. But now we must indulge ourselves. What do you want for dessert?" When I got back John hadn't returned from golf. I did my daily search for any clues on various internet sites we had identified. As always, nothing. I then went into the kitchen to prepare our evening meal. John would be home soon, and knowing him he would be hungry. That evening I curled up next to John on the sofa. We didn't talk, we just listened to soulful jazz. I spent my time thinking about our wonderful friends and my more than wonderful life with Marjorie. I eventually stirred, got up and went up to my bedroom, the guest bedroom, and got ready for bed. After cleansing my face, I skipped the rest of my nightly routine, and putting on my nightdress I left the bedroom and headed for the master bedroom. I slipped into the bed in the dark where John was waiting for me. We gave each other a good night kiss and I quickly fell asleep knowing that I was not alone any more. When I woke up the morning sunlight was streaming through the gaps in the curtain. I was aroused, as I always am in the morning even at my age. And I moved to comfort myself. I then felt a hand lift up my nightdress and start to gently caress me. Still sleepy I imagined it was Marjorie, but I knew it was John. He didn't have the finesse. The caressing intensified. I wanted to push him away, but after so long since I slept with Marjorie the pleasure and the need was too great. He brought me relief just as she always used to do in the morning. It was the first and only time he treated me as a man, normally my manhood was just not on the agenda as if it were. He was very brave and caring. It was part of the illusion we shared that we were a heterosexual couple. From that night on John and I slept together, but my manhood was once again not on John's radar or indeed in play. I carefully cleaned and packed Rachael's things away, hoping she would need them again someday, and put all my own things in the hanging spaces and drawers of what is now our bedroom. We were now husband and wife in all but name. Neither of us wanted to make it official on the off chance that our wives were still alive. I didn't sell or rent out our old home, of course not. I would go over regularly to keep it in order ready for when she comes home. I started wondering if Marjorie's disappearance was part of her plan? I know it is not the case, to cause so much hurt is not her. But she has gone from my life, I still have John, a relationship encouraged by her. Not because I don't love Marjorie, quite the opposite and I hope she is alive and becomes my wife once again. But I have John and he is not just second best, not by a long shot. He has always been there and now we spend all our time together. Our life is complete. Our relationship is working and I'm going to toil tirelessly to keep it that way. My mind was now settled, however I got here, by Marjorie's hand or not. My phone rang. It was a withheld number, but I answered it anyway. I didn't want to lose any possible chance of a lead. I answered "hello." "May I speak to Arthur Brown. It is personal." "Arthur Brown speaking." "This is the West Midlands Police. My name is Chief Inspector Hussian, Ali Hussian. Please can you confirm your date of birth?" I gave him Marjorie's by mistake, I was flustered. "Is that right sir?" He repeated back the date I had given him. "No, sorry. That's my wife's." I gave him the correct date this time. "Quite understandable, sir. Can you tell me your wife's name?" "Marjorie Brown." They had asked for Arthur Brown. "I have some good news, Arthur. We have your wife with us." "You have? How is she? Can I speak to her?" I gabbled, I was on a high. "Not yet Arthur," he replied slowly. "She is well, but our doctor is examining her at the moment. When we get the all clear, she will then be interviewed by my detectives and counselled by our victim support officer. It is important that we speak to her before she speaks to anyone else. Then I will arrange for her to call you." I was speechless. Then I managed to say. "Thank you, Ali," he had called me Arthur after all. "Can I ask if her friend Rachael is with her?" "Sorry, I cannot disclose that information. But if we did, we would be contacting her next of kin." "He is with me now. I'll let you go so you can contact him. Thank you so much, I've been waiting for this news for so long now." I put the phone down and rushed to find John, but then I heard his phone ring so I paused. After a while, John came to find me. He was crying with happiness, I've never seen him cry before. We just stood and held each other in silence. I, of course, was living up to my feminine side and had rivers of tears. I moved back to our own home and opened it up ready for Marjorie's return. Before leaving I put Rachael's things back into her and John's bedroom. A few days later the police brought both our loved ones to John's house. I was here first thing this morning. The West Midlands Police were not our local force so we invited the driver and her colleague in for lunch. Which did rather delay the homecoming but that was probably a good thing. We waved them off. Marjorie later told me that the second police officer was the victim support officer and knew all about me and after meeting me told her that she was a very lucky woman to have me as her husband, even though I presented as her wife. I think she was trying to boost Marjorie! Now it was just the four of us, at long last. Marjorie and I had a long passionate kiss and indeed so did John and Marjorie. I made us all some tea and we settled down in the living room. "I want to take Marjorie home, but before we go I would like to hear just what happened to you two. All I know is that the police treated you as victims. That is if you are up to it of course." "I think it is a good idea that you learn the mystery of our disappearance as soon as possible and that Rachael and I tell you together," said Marjorie. "We decided to go for a drink at 'Blush' where we had a number of drinks, including some bought by people I met there while you were woman of the year. I felt drowsy and the next thing I remember was waking up with Rachael in a room neither of us had been in before." "That must have been frightening." "Not at first, we both thought that we were worse for wear and someone had kindly found us a place for the night. That was until a masked man came into the room and asked for our names. I told him I was Marjorie Lambert, and he said don't you mean June Brown. I replied that Brown was my married name. I wasn't sure what was going on so I didn't elaborate. We were allowed out of the room and we discovered we were in an isolated house in the countryside. But there was no means of escape from the house and there was always at least one gang member present." "Gang member?" "We were told that we could go free once the ransom had been paid. So they must have been a gang of kidnappers. One of them later let slip that they were having problems in tracing my husband. I decided to keep quiet as I had no idea why they wanted to find you," said Marjorie. "You should have told them, then I could have got you free. Keeping my secret is not worth your safety and Rachael's too," I replied. "Well I had plenty of time to think about it and talk with Rachael and we came up with a possible explanation of why I was kidnapped, it was clear I was the victim and not Rachael, and it was a case of mistaken identity." "Then why was Rachael kidnapped too?" asked John. "We think that I was taken because I was a witness. If it was only Marjorie who was drugged, then I would have become suspicious and raised the alarm," replied Rachael. "That makes sense. Oh my god, they thought you were me!" I was horrified. "Yes, as far as they were concerned I was the June Brown who became Mrs Walters. They would not accept my denial because they found in my wallet my driving licence in the name of Marjorie June Brown. And calling myself Marjorie Lambert meant I had something to hide." "Yes, of course, the Cooper family had confused you with me as you lived at the same address as 'June Brown' before I moved to Hammarhurst. How can I forget, we ended up being separated in order to protect my real identity." "And becoming Nigel's wife. We think that it took them some time to track down Nigel, as he had moved and then to be told that his former wife had died," added Marjorie. "And then they had to be convinced that you were not the late Mrs Walters, nee Brown." I conjectured. "And when they finally realised that they had the wrong woman, they cut their losses by moving us to the place where the police found us," added Marjorie. "That is when the horror of the situation we were in dawned on us," said Rachael. We were taken blindfolded to an upper floor of what we now know was a building on a quiet rural industrial estate. There were no windows and one locked and guarded staircase. It was impossible to escape. The building was used to house incoming children, mainly from overseas, before moving them on to their ultimate destination, usually as domestic slaves or for prostitution or pornography. All illegal of course. They had decided it was too risky to release us and that, as two older women, we would look after the children. They were of no value if they were not healthy." "Rachael and I decided it was in the children's best interests if we did what they asked. They were in a far worse situation than we were and they were helpless victims too," added Marjorie. "Then one day we heard a commotion, it was the police. They found us in our room locked from the outside, which puzzled them at first. Why were two older women locked up in a place used for the trafficking of children. They asked our names and after checking the Police National Computer discovered that we were on the missing persons list. They accepted our story that we were being held against our will and we were not cooperating with the gang. And through our actions we only had the best interest of the children passing through at heart. So here we are, home a few days later." We sat for a while, John and I had a lot of questions. But it became clear they did not want to talk more about their ordeal. So Marjorie and I decided to go home. We went straight to bed and to sleep. The day had been long and tiring for Marjorie and it was quite an emotionally draining day for me too. In the morning we were back to our usual behaviour, you know what I mean. Even during my year as Nigel's wife, Rachael and I still managed to satisfy our desires on a fairly regular basis. "Marjorie, I have something to tell you." "Yes dear, I never tire of you telling me you missed me!" "Not this time." I realised what I said. "Sorry, I mean what I'm about to say is not that I missed you, I missed you terribly. At first when you went missing I changed back to being Arthur and stayed with John to cooperate on our search for you. After about three months, Jilly suggested that we should start being with people again and that I should bring back June." "I'm glad to hear it," said a beaming Marjorie, "I was so looking forward to seeing my June when I came home. But, of course, Arthur would have been equally welcome!" "After about another three months, we both realised we were lonely. We then slept together and became lovers again. But we continued our search for our true lovers." "I am pleased. I could not bear you being all alone without me. And I would rather you were with John than with another woman or even a man." "No chance there," I grinned. "Besides, Rachael and I came back together again. We only had ourselves and anyway there was only one bed. So we slept together right from the start. But you were always in my mind and it was the thought of coming home to you that kept me going." "And I never gave up looking for you." "You are the most wonderful husband and wife a woman could have!" "And you are the most wonderful wife this man and crossdresser could possibly have!" We sealed our restored physical relationship with a long passionate kiss. Just like when we were young lovers. We hadn't lost it, we lived up to the 'sex' in sexagenarians.