I came up spluttering and coughing. She grabbed me, “Hey, I’m sorry, are you okay?”Be honest, I took advantage, made out it was much worse than ...t was, as I appeared to struggle to breathe. With a worried look on her face, she held onto me. “Come on, let’s get you out.” I clung to her, as she helped me from the water and back to our towels.She held my hand as I sat down, to then kneel beside me, one hand round my shoulder. Then, she brushed the hair from my face, before hugging me. “I’m so. .." Now I have a confession to make. When we first met you and your husband got the impression that at the end of a year I was going to die. That's not true, at least not in the sense you meant. I let you continue to think that way because it created sympathy and worked to my advantage. I can't let it continue however if we are to have any chance of an honest relationship." You mean you're not going to die?" Not -- exactly. You see I have a rare genetic disorder in which I am slowly becoming. "Good morning, sweetie." Those were the first words since his 'I love you.' "Rise and shine, baby. We have minds to mold."I generally sleep naked; ever since we've been married, virtually every night ends with sex of some sort. Usually, it's plain, old, beautiful fucking, with all the variations that make up foreplay. Once in a while, he sticks it in my ass. UGH! I used to eat him a lot when I had my period, but when I finally gave in and let him fuck me and especially eat me during that 'time. My breasts were red and marked from the teeth and groping hands of Mr Smith. I thought of that disgusting man laying on me, his penis thrusting in and out of me. My face reddened as I remembered trying to lift up my hips as he thrusted, trying to get more of him. A chill ran through me as I remembered the orgasms that one after another had made me act like a whore. I was emotionally a male in a female body, but the sensations that had passed through me whilst another man had penetrated my body.