"Mmm, I just love our Sunday mornings. No rush, rested-up, your nice hard-on in bed next to me; it's just perfect." Well, it's not quite so hard now. ...hat was nice, Deb, really nice. I love us being together. That we found each other." If you're nice to me, and if you are interested, I might just want to have a second course this afternoon. I just love Sundays and you." Ooh, that can be arranged. I'd never turn down a chance to make love to my pretty wife. I wish I'd been your first, the first. We frequented the same chat rooms, both standing on the threshold of gender transition. After a few months of correspondence, we met for lunch. It's funny how well you can get to know someone through her written word. By the time I met her face-to-face, I knew she was not the man her body reflected.We were both married, and both struggling with the pain we would cause in coming out to our spouses. My disclosure was less shocking, as I'd told my spouse on our second date that I had 'gender. Finally it went down and he said to try on the underwear. They felt good, and he ran his fingers around the leg holes. He said they should be fine. I put on the pants and shirt. I went out to show mom how they fit. She said their fine. She said to wait here,she wanted to go to the women's department. I was heading back to the dressing room when the man said he'd help me change. Not thinking about it I said ok. We went in the cubicle and I was going to take everything off, the man said he'd. I was on fire. I had never, of course, experienced anything this hot and wild in my life. Suddenly my body exploded in orgasm so strong I think I passed out. I don’t really know. Whatever happened, it didn’t stop anything that was happening to my body. The five cocks that were ravaging my body kept right on pumping in and out, possessing my body harder and deeper than I would have ever dreamed possible. I was absolutely hooked. It was like I had never had sex before this time. The difference in.