..My spouse found out eventually and while understanding and somewhatsupporting, she would rather I keep my little "hobby" to the confines ofour home....In other words she was accepting as long as no one else knewabout it. Considering what I have read about other transgender marriages,I considered myself lucky. Years of on-again, off-again hormones hadgiven me a female shape including small breasts with very large nipplesand dark aureola and a huge bubble butt and hips. Let me tell you...these. ..eh......" We rested in the shower's spray for awhile, untill Peter managed coherent speech. "Ill clean that up for you" he said, making a gesture toward my come-filled asshole. He started to lick my asshole clean. I just spread my cheeks and let him. Peter figured that we should at least eat some dinner, to make it look like we hadnt done anything questionable. I agreed, and volunteered to cook. After a meal of scrambled eggs on toast (im not much of a cook) Me and Peter both cleaned up. We. She’s says she’s tired.” I nodded and he grinned. Half hour later, I turned off the lights and mounted the stairs. Before I got to the top step, I could hear them. He was grunting and she was gasping and the bed was creaking. I went to bed and was almost asleep when she slipped in behind me. “He’s nice,” she said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Um,” I said, turning to face her. “You have fun?” “Uh huh. You want a piece?” “Go to sleep. We get up at six; station opens at seven.” “You gonna do me. .) my reply trailed off intosilence."You're queer, though, yes?"This was really awful. Although he was just asking this stuff straightout, I felt like I was destroying myself a bit more with every reply. "Idon't know..." I repeated quietly.There was a long silence. He came nearer, looking me up and downintently, until his thigh was almost touching my bare shoulder. In amoment, I found that I had turned towards him, and reached around,hugging him to me, pressed my head into his stomach.