What would have been forbidden or at least severely frowned upon when I wasa boy was now not only allowed, but celebrated. I could be "girly" if Iwant...d to be - after all I was now a girl.And I admitted to myself that I wanted to be - at least some of the time,although I still wanted to be practical in my clothing choices.And after a couple of boys had approached me, I could also admit that thebig reason why I turned them down had to do with already having someone inMelody rather than a lack of. He pulled his grey suit from the closet along with a maroon shirt and matching tie. He then let the towel drop from his waist and headed to the dresser for a pair of underwear. As he passed the mirror he got a glimpse of himself. He hated to sound conceded but he was happy with what he saw. A lean swimmer's build from his days on his high school swim team. A perfect round ass and a huge dick that hung 9" and thick as a beer can. Not to mention his wavy brown hair and classic good looks. He was. Who really knows what goes inside the head of other people? I would like to suggest that you ask a girlfriend to write about it, not your wife though... Those doubts, damned doubts... About the ending, I'm not a writer, so I can't give you one, only some ideas.She stayed with the guy from Thursday to Sunday; like the husband asked, was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends if I did something like that, I would be running to. We'd get into the shower and she'd start to pee on me while I did the same to her, then we'd shower, helping wash each other and then to my room.Steph seemed to never get tired of watching me jerk off. She'd ask if we could wait, though to cum later. This one morning, she asked if I'd given any thought to trying to fist her, and I had, I was afraid I'd hurt her. She wanted to try, she had bought some lubricant and went to her room to get it.When she laid on my bed, she put a pillow up under.