Stronger wife

 A young husband finds that his wife is stronger than him, but in a nice way.

The young couple were in bed by ten most nights, and swore they would never go to sleep angry with each other. But this night was different, Dinesh was adamant he had been wronged and was not about to start any intimacy until

Shardha apologized. He lay with his back to his young wife and tried to sleep, their vow to always make up forgotten.

Shardha knew he was upset but still believed she was right, and wanted to make up. She reached a hand out to him and pulled his arm, but he resisted and would not turn over. She took a firmer grip of his slim right arm and pulled more insistently, her heart leaping slightly as he rolled towards her. 

Deciding that she would need to start things herself she slipped her right leg across and pressed it between his thighs, pressing against his still flaccid member. Shifting her upper body over him she pressed her large breasts (40 DD) against his slim chest (36), knowing that he loved the feel of them.

Dinesh was not ready to make up and moved his hands to push her off him, if they were to make love it would be when he was ready, and not before. He was puzzled to say the least when he found that he couldn't shift her, nor stop her advancing further.

He was a Quality Control Manager at a local manufacturing firm who cycled to Work most days and thought himself fit and healthy. Always stating that he was 5' 7", he was actually nearer 5'6", and weighed in at a trim 58 Kg. His wife claimed to be 5'8", but was almost an inch taller making her even taller than him. She was also active and worked in Quality Control at a small meat packaging plant nearby. She walked the three miles to work most days and didn't carry much excess weight on her curvy frame. Although she didn't like to admit it, she was almost 20 kg heavier than her husband, due to her more solid build.

As her husband started to caress her shoulders she nuzzled into his neck and slipped her right arm under his left and beneath his shoulders, pulling herself completely on top of him. Her breasts pillowed out between them and his right leg pressed between her thighs insistently. She gripped his right arm and pressed it to the bed while swinging her leg up and over his so that she could press herself against his manhood, both her legs between his now and nudging them gently but firmly apart. She moaned softly as he swelled against her, clearly aroused now and moving sensuously beneath her. Releasing his arm she reached down and gripped his firm small ass, shifting him slightly so that they were poised ready for her next move. She was now aroused herself, more than ever before, the gentle rubbing against him stimulating her so that she was almost ready even before he penetrated her.

Dinesh was frantic; despite his best efforts to prevent her, his wife had shifted his body into position beneath hers and taken what he thought of as the man's, HIS, position above him. His legs were wide apart while her legs were between him. All his squirming and heaving had left him breathless and helpless; nothing he did seem to have an effect on her. Her thick thighs were pressing his own apart even more as she pressed herself against him. His arousal was entirely against his will, and yet....

Shardha tightened her arm around his shoulders and slipped a hand between their heaving lower bodies to take him in hand and position him ready for her to fuck him. She teased the end of his penis around her moist hairy pussy and carefully slipped the tip into herself. Letting out a slight squeal of pleasure she pushed down, taking him slowly deep inside of her. Already on the verge she lifted her hips and thrust with more force, his gasp was even louder than her own and she repeated the move with more force again. In seconds she was coming, thrusting with short powerful moves until she moaned loudly and pushed down hard, not moving except for small shudders.

Dinesh was now heaving with all his strength to shift his wife to her normal position beneath him and take control, if they were going to do this he would need to be on top. With Shardha's powerful thighs pinning his to the bed he could not use his legs to turn her and was only able to use his upper body strength.

She seemed to weigh a ton, her arms were thicker than he remembered, and her shoulders and back wider. When the shudder from her orgasm came he felt the arm around his shoulders tighten almost painfully. His hand at the time was gripping her upper arm in an attempt to shift her and he froze as he felt the already large limb grow beneath his hand. 

Shardha's orgasm ended but she wanted more, and she wanted Dinesh to enjoy one too. She began slowly moving her hips up and down with a slight circular movement that really seemed to be causing Dinesh pleasure; his cock seemed to be growing even harder inside her. His hands seemed to be pushing at her as though he wanted her to slow down, or move in some different way, but she loved the way this felt and decided to continue. His way of making love had always been enjoyable, but not like this, she was liking this way better and was not about to stop.

Dinesh was more aroused than he could ever remember, and was not sure why as he struggled to take over proceedings. His wife grabbed him by the wrists and simply moved his arms away from her and suddenly he was pinned and unable to move as she slowly pumped her hips up and down. She moved his arms so that both his wrists were above his head and then began to move her chest as well, the big breasts rubbing sensuously over him. Desperate to take some sort of control he put everything into a final effort to break free.

Not only was Shardha enjoying this new position, but she could tell from the sobs and heaving of her husband that he was really enjoying it too. Clearly her taking the initiative had turned him on; she had never felt him so hard inside her. As she moved his arms easily over his head she wondered if that was part of it; did he like her being in control? Clearly he had not done much to prevent it.

Without stopping the slow thrusts of her hips she placed both his wrists in one hand and slipped her other behind on his chest and start crashing his chest like a man do to his wife.

"Like this, huh?" she breathed softly, smiling as he pretended to struggle beneath her. "Like me to be on top, do you?" she asked breathily as she gave him a hard thrust with her hips, only to slow down slightly and start with the circular motion again. She smiled as each downward thrust caused a gasp to escape from his lips, and she slammed down hard and was rewarded with an audible noise more like shock.

Aroused beyond belief, Dinesh was in shock. His young, normally demure wife had him pinned helplessly on the bed while she slowly brought him to climax, her strong body clearly easily able to overpower his. He stopped heaving with his arms as it was only straining his shoulders and looked into Shardha's eyes. She looked radiant as she increased the pace of her thrusting hips, watching him for the signs of his impending orgasm, wishing to time her second with it. Releasing his hands as the inevitable approached she shifted her right arm back around his chest to cradle his nipples while her left reached down to caress his firm buttock and thigh. Sensing that he was close now she started to pump in earnest, until she felt his body tense up, and then she thrust hard. Almost lifting completely off him she drove down again and again, bringing herself to orgasm even as he shot deep inside her. Such was the pleasure that she barely noticed his hands as they roamed across her shoulders and along her arms.

She lifted herself slightly, resting on her right elbow and smiled down at him. 

"Wow, that was fantastic," she said, beaming a big smile at him. "Hope you didn't mind me being on top this time, but it just felt so good I didn't want to move anywhere else."

"No, you can do that whenever you want." 

She thought she could hear something in his voice, but could not quite place it.

She reached up with her left hand to brush her hair over her right shoulder, and then she noticed his hand on her biceps. The position caused it to flex and he was silently feeling the big roundness of her considerably large bicep. It was swelling like a big man’s.

"I do seem to have grown somewhat since I took on this new position at work." It was almost an apology, she had noticed that she seemed to be getting heavier but not in the places she would expect. She spent six hours a day lifting sealed meat packages to visually inspect before delivery. "Nothing could replace the human eye", her boss had told her when explaining the importance of her new job. And when, after only three weeks, she had complained of backache, a physio was there the next day to teach her lifting posture and exercises to ease stress from standing all day. And two weeks later she had a new job title and a pay rise as well as a bigger appetite. Lifting packages weighing up to 30 Kg all day made her hungry, as well as noticeably bigger in the shoulders and arms.

"Do you think I should change my job? Am I starting to look.....well..... Too big?" She bit her lip as she waited for the answer, she didn't know if he would be upset that she was ballooning up so much. "They get bigger," she said as she lowered and raised her clenched fist a few times, watching his face. He inhaled slowly as the bicep beneath his hand grew even bigger with each flex. "I used to struggle with all the lifting but I hardly notice it now. I guess I'm a bit stronger than I used to be." She paused as she felt his recently depleted cock growing inside her again. "Do you mind that?" 

The question was almost redundant as he continued to feel the thick arm, and just to be sure she lowered herself gently on top of him and raised her right arm in the same pose, pumping it quickly up to the same size.

"No, I don't mind. You just made me come harder than I ever have before, and I'm getting aroused again just by feeling these arms of yours. Like I said, you can do that to me whenever you want. And I mean that you literally can do that, whenever you want whether I want to or not, whether I try to stop you or not. I tried to stop you earlier and you hardly noticed, you just took control, did what you wanted."

"Oh, Dinesh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you wanted me to stop. I.."

"No! The best sex EVER! You were so powerful; you are so powerful that I couldn't make any difference at all. And did I mention that I came harder than ever before?

Seriously, you CAN do that to me anytime YOU want to. And if I try to stop you just ignore me, hold me down and fuck me till you're done. Nothing has ever turned me as much as you just now, taking me against all my best efforts to stop you."

"Really? You were trying your hardest to stop me? It didn't seem like you were trying that hard at all. I had both of your arms down with just one of mine.....

And you were trying to get free? To stop me?"

"Yes, really. I don't know who was strongest before you took this job, but there’s no question at all now. If you want sex with me, you can just put me in whatever position you want me and fuck me. I will struggle; try my best to stop you, but not because I want you to stop, because I know you are much stronger than me. Holy shit, Shardha, it’s only been two minutes and I'm hard as stone again."

She took his wrists and pinned his arms either side of his shoulders while nudging his legs even further apart than before. She ground herself against him before rising up and thrusting back down, noticing with delight that he was indeed, really hard again. This time she was less gentle, when she came down on him it was with considerable force on his hips and groin, making a slapping sound. His legs spread wider and she hammered down, relishing the power she had over him.

She released his wrists and slipped her arms around his slim upper body, supporting herself and hugging him tightly to her as she slowly but firmly pumped her hips. He lasted longer this time but she did not tire, reveling in the feel of his hands on her strong body. She tightened her arms as she felt his hands on them, teased him by lifting almost completely off him then surging down again. She loved being on top, it was such a thrill for her.

She came twice more before she felt his body tense, ready to burst again, and when she felt his hands on her buttocks, trying to force her down onto him she clenched them tightly, hardening them so that he could feel the power there. This also caused her to grip him tightly within her, and she sensed his orgasm backing off. She moved slowly again, then increased her speed until he was gasping with each thrust, only to stop and lock him tightly once more. 

Finally she could feel another orgasm rising within her and she pumped him harder and faster until they both came together. She mashed her lips onto his as she held him tightly in her arms as they both shuddered with pleasure.

Masculine more than me

Lunch break without lunch was just a temporary, but ultimately unfulfilled, respite from another slog at the office. I hung my head over my mistake so much that my peers were quick to notice.

"Neil, we were gonna go out and get some subs. You wanna get some too?" Daniel was a co-worker, tall, lanky and clearly enjoying working at a DMV. Nobody got more excited by the rules of the road and filling things out in triplicate. With him was Turan, the man from Istanbul (not Constantinople), who took to his new country well.

With no better option, I shrugging accepted. "Yeah, forgot my lunch. Might as well."

A rare thing happened while on the way out however, a gorgeous woman entered the building, lighting the drab and dull building up like a fireworks display. Contrary to what people may think, beautiful people are exempt from the law of needing a driver's license, or at least never go to the DMV. Even more unexpected, the woman, a blonde wearing a low-cut sundress carrying a bag, bounded over to the three of us.

"Hi honey!" The woman said. "You didn't have lunch yet, did you?"

Turan and Daniel were confused, turning to each other with eyebrows raised, only for them to both turn to me with synchronized surprise when I responded.

"No, we were just gonna go out." I looked down at the bag she was carrying, recognizing it. "Ah, you brought my lunch."

"Y-your lunch...?" Daniel stuttered, his eyes darting between the lunch in her bag, me, her and her breasts. The disbelief on his face could have shattered mountains if it had physical force.

With a small bounce in her step (and chest), she held out the bag in front of her,offering my forgotten lunch. "It's a good thing I caught you then, otherwise the love I put into this would have been wasted fuzzy bear." She gave a girly wink, complete with a not to the side and a smile.

Turan raised an eyebrow."What is this fuzzy bear...?"

Our hands touched when I accepted her lunch, they lingered with me ending up with me stroking the finger before slipping the bag handle from her . She responded with a kiss, pulling my face down with a gentle tug on my tie. She whispered into my ear.

"You have got to be kidding me, man." Daniel was rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get something out of them.

Only able to process what he was seeing in silence, Turan struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Surely, he could have chalked this up to a culture shock, something normal of America that he hadn't seen yet, but given Daniel's reaction, he was only left confused.

It was with slight hesitation that I pulled way from her kiss and whisper. "Thanks Amelia. Sorry I had to make you come out here just because I forgot."

Amelia smiled, dismissing the concern with a brush of her hand. "No no, I was going to go to the grocery store today anyway, and it's on the way."

"Well, I'll see you at home." I waved as she turned around, bounding away just the same as she came in. The long dress flitted to and fro as she went out the door. Being a surprisingly windy day, a gust of wind pushed the hem of her dress, revealing a flash of her legs.

"What the fuck was that?" Daniel exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearly flustered enough to forget some of the precious rules and regulations of the DMV. His arm gestured at the door with a broad swipe. "THAT'S your girlfriend!" People waiting in the uncomfortable chairs turned from staring at the display of the number being served.

Taken by surprise, I took a step back, as Daniel continued to flail his arm toward the door in his incoherent rage. "W-what is so odd about that?"

"But you?!" Daniel swung his arm toward me, nearly knocking my face with his hand with his long reach. "Having a girl like that!?"

Words and coherency came slightly easier to Turan. "Did you suddenly get a lot of money?" He looked over me me like a merchant appraising a good. "Neil doesn't look that great, and so clearly you haven't been going on shopping sprees."

With someone finally saying something that explained his incoherent confusion, Daniel again piped up. "I know!" His hand swung toward the door. "That was just so...DAMN!" Swinging back to me, I barely managed to dodge a backhand. "Neil, what do you do to get that sort a girl?"

"Maybe he is...how do you say it?" Turan made a gesture with his hands, initially small, but spreading them wider and wider.

"Of course!" The resounding sound of a slap to a forehead echoed in the DMV and people were entranced by the scene Daniel was making. "Maybe he's just been holding back all this time!" His voice went from somewhat loud to inappropriately loud. "You're gonna have to share some secrets on how to get a bangin' chick like that."

"Stop it." I said with a hushed voice, partly because I didn't want to continue to draw attention of the whole room, but also because of the piercing nature of the harsh whisper. "I just met her in a grocery store, had a conversation...and well..." I shrugged, I would have added a 'yadda yadda yadda' if this was Seinfeld or New York.

"It must be amazing conversation." Turan noted.

Stopped in his tracks by my whisper, Daniel seemed to notice how loud and animated he was getting and was reminded of the rules and etiquette of the DMV. He was much, much quieter when he continued. "Well, with a girlfriend that looked like that, and that made me lunch, I couldn't help but worry." Then Daniel hit me with one of those armor-piercing questions: "Don't you worry about her getting swooped up by someone...y'know, with money or that doesn't have a gut?"

It's easy to think you can just deflect these questions with an easy 'She loves me', but such responses are often denial or desperate. I didn't have the money with my job to buy her all the nice things she could want, and I didn't have a body that screamed 'Olympian', but rather more 'jog every once in a while'. It's never possible to tell when doubt has been planted, but it always sprouts with a bang.

* * *

Slightly more worn out from usual, the argument with Turan and Daniel the likely cause, I entered the kitchen with a little less enthusiasm than usual. Amelia was in an odd duality of outfit, yoga pants and sports bra with an apron. Her long, wavy blonde hair was up in a ponytail, a leftover from her workout. Given the slight glistening in the kitchen light as she moved, she still had a bit of sweat.

I came up behind Amelia, and watched her cutting up some butternut squash. She brushed some of the orange cubes into a plastic bag, most likely preparing it for freezing. Maybe she was preparing to make some risotto for the future.

Her cooking was always something I looked forward too. Even beyond the depressing nature of a lunch break without a lunch, I felt like I was was missing something besides a full stomach. Through the toughest slogs at the office, just as stressful to employees as customers, a reminder of what you are working for can make the unbearable tolerable. A spoonful of hot food made by Amelia could make stress melt away.

Even the salad she had made for me for lunch was enough to cool me off after the argument with the guys.

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug from behind. Her hair tickled my nose, as did the faint smell of sweat and fresh squash. "Hi Amelia." I ran my fingers across her stomach, feeling the movement of her breath, and the taut abdomen muscle, trained through yoga.

"You know not to surprise and hug me from behind when I'm holding a knife?" Amelia waved the knife, shining in the light before chopping the last few pieces of squash. She most likely smiled, somewhat amused by joke, pleased with the attention that she's getting from me. She shifted her body back and forth slightly, settling herself into my arms and body. "Welcome home fuzzy bear."

"Fuzzy bear? That was a pretty cute one. But the guys made fun of me for it."

She laughed, a tiny one for a quiet little amusement. "Well, I have my fun." Placing the knife on the table, and sealing the bag of butternut squash cubes, she then turned around in my arms, looking up at me. "But hopefully the guys didn't tease you too much." Her hazel eyes looked up into mine.

"They teased me, but the lunch you made helped." I then added another bit, trying to draw a little sympathy. "It-it still hurts a little."

"Did the extra special dressing I put on the salad at least help make it a little better?" She moved her arms up, draping them around my neck. Amelia pulled herself a little closer to me, her body pressing up against me. Each breath from her moved her breasts up and down my chest.

I nodded. "Yeah, as soon as you whispered to me that you put in some extra love in the lunch, I knew it was going to be all right then." Her special dressing was really thin, and it had a really slimy consistency, but it was the purest form of her love. I wouldn't let anyone else ever have a taste. "It's really the best."

"You know Neil," Amelia said, stirring in my arms, and smiling a dirty smile "that's really sweet of you to say. It has some..." her eyes moved downward, leading mine to look down underneath the apron and sports bra. She parted her legs slightly, allowing one of mine to get in between the gap. "...effects on me." Between her thighs was something pushing and begging for some space and air from within her yoga pants.

Even though the day wore me out a bit, my girlfriend's naughty requests were always something that I found energy for. She herself was a source of energy for me. "I suppose if my girl wants it, she gets it."

"Suppose?" She raised an eyebrow.

"If my girl wants it, she gets it." I corrected myself, spoiling her was never a bad idea. Ceasing my embrace, I kneeled down on the floor. Even as the apron still hung around her neck obscuring it, I could tell she was aroused and yearning for some release and affection. I reached out, running my leg along the inside of her thigh, her dick was hard to the touch.

Our first time was something especially awkward. While I was entirely unsuspecting of her having a dick, she was entirely unsuspecting of a guy that was willing to try her fantasies after only a little explanation, coaxing and a fluttering of eyelashes. That night, when we first had sex, I let her push me down onto the bed. In a perverse twist, she had done me like I had wanted to do to her. She had wrapped her arms around me like I wanted to do to her. I wrapped my legs around her like I wanted her to do. I was thrust into gently as I wanted to do to her. I curled my toes with pleasure like I had wanted her to do. Only the kiss at the end was the same as I had imagined.

The apron fell to the floor, and the erection was only imprisoned within her yoga pants for a moment as she pulled them down as well. Her dick, well beyond the size of my own, jutted from her flat stomach like a skyscraper on a flat plain.

"After hearing about you liking the special dressing I put in your salad, I figured you would want some more...straight from the tap." One of her hands was stroking her dick, even through it was already fully erect from grinding against me and my sweet words, she was pumping a little more precum out and rubbing it along her shaft. Along with a little bit of the sweat from earlier, only made the shaft glisten and look more succulent. Her other hand was on the back of my head.

"Amelia, can I at least change out of my clothes?"

"Don't ruin the mood. I'm doing laundry tomorrow." Without a chance for rebuttal, she pulled her hand forward, pressing my head into the head of her dick. She cooed pleasingly as she entered the warm confines of my mouth, and squirmed as I did more than passively take it.

The salty taste of the sweat from earlier with the slimy texture of the precum would make it seem like it was an unpleasant taste, but it was Amelia's taste, it couldn't be unpleasant. She did not let me tease and toy with her, but rather took matters into her own hands, pumping her hips to and fro, in and out of my mouth. Her pace was slow, savoring the tight ring of lip and the careful, practiced tongue that was running along her flesh.

The hand holding my head stead caressed my hair. "Mmm..." Amelia squirmed a little as she moaned, her hips never losing its slow, methodical rhythm. "You're the best at this Neil..." When she got aroused and pleased like this, her voice would almost turn into a squeak, matching her squirming. "I want to go deeper inside you, is that okay?"

My mouth stuff full of her cock, my affirmative response came out as a muffled 'Sure'. I tried to relax myself, suppress my gag reflex and opened my mouth wide. With the normal blowjob, I could only get most of her dick inside of my mouth. It was only through deepthroat that I could accept all of her into me. It was somewhat ironic, only by making myself vulnerable was I able to accept all of her uniqueness. Sliding deeper inside me, more and more of her cock was able to fit into my mouth, pushing into my throat.

She leaned forward, nudging my head back slightly, making it easier. Even beyond making it easier to slide herself down my esophagus, she was hungering, lusting for that release, for more attention from me. "Please please please take it all!" Her body had curled forward nearly in a half-circle, her hands holding the back of my head, gently pulling it closer to her hips.

Strained, but not beyond something I haven't done before, I finally took in her dick to the hilt. My nose was buried for a moment in her thin bush of pubic hair, drinking the scent of feminine allure and the musk of masculine arousal. As quick as I was pushed into it, she withdrew, sliding part of her cock out of my throat and pushing it back in. Her previously rhythmic and gentle pace was starting to become more desperate and random, never getting really rough or painful, but giving her more frantic hips, her quivering legs and louder pants from above me, she was getting close.

"It's coming, it's coming..." Amelia kept repeating the phrase, a mantra, or it was the only thing consuming her thoughts at the time. Her hands loosened their grip on my head, stroking my hair lovingly.

Her loosened grip was enough to let me pull back and get her dick out of my mouth. I gasped for a moment, taking in all the fresh air that was so limited a moment ago and dived back into pleasing my girlfriend. My tongue ran up and down her long cock, already twitching and beginning to orgasm. As my ministration continued, her legs buckled and she let out a cute groan. Her special dressing, her semen, was shot out of her cock, making a mess primarily on my face. My tongue did not stop, lapping up the semen that was dribbling down the shaft, trying to coax more and more out of it.

Spent, Amelia sank down on her knees with me, panting as she came down from orgasmic high. Like an dog, her tongue started to lap up the fluid on my face. Although competed with her by running a finger along my face, scooping up the semen and tasting it like a chef tastes the sauce. When my face was clean, we kissed. She pushed the semen she didn't swallow into my mouth.

"Did you like the sauce?" She said, still panting.

I was not in much different shape, panting as well, albeit for a different reason. "Well, yeah, of course." One more pant passed. "But I thought you were calling it a special dressing?"

"Context...dependent." She said in-between pants. Beyond the flub in terminology, she continued. "Thanks for that. I know you just got off work, so I'm grateful for the attention."

My eyes went downward, back toward her cock, hers had followed mine. She was still ready for round two. "Amelia...?"

"No, it's all right. I know you're tired." She smile weakly. "I can just let it pass, or go vent with the internet."

Any exhaustion in my bones was purged in a blazing inferno of lust, passion and jealousy at her suggestion. My girlfriend getting off to someone else, even porn stars, was beyond unacceptable. It was unthinkable, uncondonable if I had any say. With a big deep breath, I steeled myself for what was going to happen, and picked her up in a princess carry.

"W-what are you doing Neil!?" Amelia flailed weakly in my arms, resisting, but not resisting at the same time. Even her exclamation was half serious protestation, half laughing.

I was no bodybuilder, so I struggled slightly as I made my way to the bedroom, fortunately only down a hall. "I'm the only one that's gonna satisfy you! There is no letting it pass or getting off to someone else!" I yelled perhaps a bit too loud for the evening, but I didn't care.

Amelia's half-hearted struggling stopped, as she became quiet and docile. Her arms wrapped around my neck, accepting my carry and curling tighter around me. She smiled softly. "You're an big idiot you know." The tone of her voice was soft, meek and as insincere as hell.

"Yeah, I'm a big idiot." I crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. Contrary to what may have been ideal, there was no rose petals on the bed, candles or music playing. I was tired from work and probably looked like a mess, Amelia was still sweaty from her workout and hardly wearing anything lacy or erotic, and her hair was still in her lazy workout ponytail. It was under these unideal and pathetic circumstances and atmosphere that I laid Amelia on the bed.

She watched as I stripped. Her smile faded somewhat when she saw I was as aroused and erect as she was. My dick was smaller, but her endowment was definitely beyond the ordinary, even if a women usually had cocks. "You know, you can..." Amelia trailed off.

Amelia liked to be on top, she liked to take the dominant role, she liked to be the one that penetrated. I knew that it was source of unease for her, taking a man like she always does and not being very interested in letting him a man take her like he would want. Even the first time they had sex, she was the one who took the lead and pushed herself inside of me.

"Nah, it's all right." I said as I removed my underpants, leaving the tie and shirt on (albeit unbuttoned). "I said I was the only one who was gonna satisfy you, I'm gonna satisfy the fuck outta you." I knew what she liked, and I wouldn't have stayed with her if I didn't enjoy it at least a little. Being embraced from behind, with her big C cups on my back, her inside me and her pleased moans in my ears is something that few people can ever enjoy, and I relish it. "How do you want to do it, er, me?"

I had asked her when she was taking of her sports bra, leaving her naked and thinking. Amelia moved on the bed, shifting toward the edge of the bed, swinging her legs off the edge. "Well, if you w-want..." She was unusually shy, her head looking down, eyes the same. "I-I want to see your face."

I suppose role reversal was just what we did in the bedroom. After a few moments of deliberation and discussion, I was on my back, legs in the air like a woman. Amelia was holding herself atop of me, ready to push her dick inside me like a man. Except that I was no woman and Amelia was no man. It was a strange relationship that was a a reversal and the norm at the same time.

She hesitated, and I acted instead. My legs wrapped around her hips, and pulled them forward. "C'mon Amelia, let's do this." Her dick pushed inside me without much resistance. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her face, clearly enjoying being inside me. I couldn't help but smile.

Her hips started to move. Unlike with the blowjob, there was not quite so much of a slow rhythm or gentle thrust, but more inconsistent pace and power. Given the flushed face and moans, she was enjoying it.

I couldn't hide my enjoyment as well, as I'm sure she could feel, my cock was throbbing against her stomach, precum smearing onto her. Even if it was an unorthodox pleasure for a man, her cock inside of my ass was hitting at just the right spots, spreading just enough to make it pleasurable. Her hips pushed my ass upward, changing the angle and rubbing up against my prostrate.

 Even thought she was enjoying it, she wasn't smiling.

"I really love it when you do this to me Amelia." Moans came from my mouth as I spoke.

Her hips continued their inconsistent movement, but slowly started to be a little more consistent.

"I want this." My hand reached up and finger digging into her blonde hair. "Give me what I want." Pulling her face toward me, I kissed her. In-between kisses, I continued. "I don't care how I get it, but I want you." My tongue went back in her, playing with each other for a moment. "Amelia, you are always what I want."

"I-I love you..." Amelia said as her hips found their rhythm and started giving me a passionate, powerful thrusts inside me. As she pulled away, focusing on her hips and the tight confines that her cock was within. She was smiling.

As her cock was pounding me into a mental haze, my hand withdrew from her hair and ran along her face. Her sweat and tears were wiped away from my hand. "There we go..." I said in a long moan, "give it to me like you really mean it." The repeated massage her long dick was giving my prostrate was having an effect, creating a slippery mess of precum on our stomachs. The slippery surface between our stomachs stroked my cock almost as good as a handjob.

"Does it feel good?" Her voice was staccato, each word said with each thrust.

I could only say one thing in response. "Yeah, it feels amazing."

She continued to smile, her face also showing that she was also on a trip to orgasmic high, sharing the same pleasurable haze as I was. "Do-do you want it inside...?"

Actions speak louder than words, and I learned a little from Amelia: I tightened my legs around Amelia's hips, preventing her from withdrawing, preventing her from doing anything but cumming inside of me. "What do you think?"

With no other option, she bottomed out inside of me, her cock as deep inside me as it could go. Her arms dug under the bed, wrapping around me and held me tight. Her breasts were tightly pressed against me, rubbing against me with the minute movements that I allowed her. Her taut, flat stomach muscles rubbed against my cock, massaging it and bringing it to the brink of orgasm, as if the prostate pounding and anal stimulation wasn't enough already.

Her head fell, coming down besides me, biting the sheets and moaning into the mattress. My arms embraced her as I kissed her neck. "I love you Amelia." As I felt the hot jizz filling me, I came, the anal stimulation and ab-job pushed me over the limit.

After the last drops of semen were wringed from her cock by me, she pulled out. The hot fluid seeped from my hole and onto the bed. She sank onto me, but it was only momentary, before she slid off of me to the side. Amelia, even after she fucked me hard, fast and passionately, would curl up beside me. One hand would rest on my chest, the other curled up around my arm, our legs entwined.

This Amelia always made me smile. Even though she took the lead in bed, when it was all over, she was just as much of a cute girl as anyone could be.

"You know." Amelia was still panting, and I could feel from her clinging to my arm that her heart was still racing. "You try and spoil me a lot..."

Spoiling her was the only way I knew how to deal with her. The guys were right, she was totally out of my league. I was just a normal guy with a shit job, a bit of a gut and willingness to get fucked by a girl. She was gorgeous and amazing. If I didn't do everything to indulge her, keep her happy, she'd run off with someone else. I thank God that she hasn't found someone with a lot of money yet.

She shifted, turning her head more into the pillow than looking at me. Bashful was not a normal Amelia. "I worry sometimes." Her voice was muffled by the pillow and she took her time trying to find the right words. "I worry about you."

Given the tone, timing and tempo of her speaking right now, this was a serious pillow talk. This was no coy flirting. Nor was it an angry serious talk, which usually involved her waiting for me to come home, a vein pulsing on her forehead and foot tapping while she waited by the door.

"You spoil me so much. I think of other girls that are..." Her trailing off was telling "it makes think if I'm...worthy of it..."

"Am I too good for you?" I said, breaking her monologue.

She said nothing, but squirmed a little in her spot.

Though Amelia isn't really interested in getting fucked like a normal girl, she's not much different from a normal girl otherwise. In the bedroom though, she has to put a man through something as humiliating as getting fucked to really enjoy herself. Maybe she thinks that's something no man would want. Maybe she thinks because she's not like other girls because she's got something extra means she's not as good as them. Since I sucked her off so willingly, and turned down the opportunity to fuck her, maybe she thinks I'm doing unpleasant things for her.

I don't know what she was thinking, but I couldn't help but laugh at her insinuation. "We're both too good for the other." I slid one arm under the pillow her face was on, and tried to nudge her from hiding in it. I wanted her to look at me for this. "The 'Fuzzy Bear' wasn't the reason the guys were making fun of me, it was because they thought you were too good for me. I suppose I believed it a little deep down." I turned to her, who didn't have her head buried in the pillow. "Do you like it when I spoil you?"

"Yeah." Amelia choked up a little, having sobbed a little in the pillow.

"I like spoiling you." I turned on my side, facing her.

"You're too good for me." She repeated her concern, although she didn't sound as concerned about it.

"And you're too good for me." I repeated my own concern. "I suppose the only reason we stay together is because we don't want to let go of the prize we stumbled upon."

We laughed.

Tanvi Born to be a Husband

My Family understood and applied for my MD in one women’s medical college at center of the city. They suggested me to opt for gynecology instead of heart specialist. By Their influence we got all certificates denoting me as female and I got into the college to. I was in gynecology block. It was the department which has high no of girls. Nearly 85 girls in my class, My SIL and sister came to admit me in hostel. Yes it was girl’s hostel. They gave me instruction to be precaution. Not to expose my body and always be ware like a girl. They stayed that night with me and left me next day.

It was my first day. I was greeted by senior girls. My voice was not the problem. It was female was bit husky were many girls will have it. So I mingled with them. I was racked by girls to say love like a boy to my senior girl. I did it in usual way as soon as they said. They liked me and become friendly.

First day just intro of professors, not much syllabus covered. Evening I returned to my room there was a girl. But looked like Amazon women. She stood nearly 6’1 feet tall, Very beautiful eyes and fair looking girl. Amazing hourglass figure, she must be tall in college definitely. She was slight build with long curly hair but shorter than mine. She was exposed with chemise I felt erection. Her breast was definitely 36D and she got long sexy legs.

She greeted me in her room and introduced herself as Tanvi. She was Punjabi. She said she is my room met. I enquired about the department she replied gynecology. Yes my department. I felt very uncomfortable. We got two separate beds though it was very close. We talked about us. I told my story except I was male. She felt pitied on me and jumped me to my bed to console me. I expected this but no so soon. She was a good girl and started to take care of me from that moment as I have no father. One day she confessed she was bi. She rarely attracted to some women. But she smiled and said she was attracted to me too. I just looked puzzled and don’t know what to say I just ignored.

I started to share all my things soon we became so friendly soon. After a week she asked me to sleep in slip-on like her being it was summer it was only girls here. I refused and she was playfully trying to remove my tops I scared and protested. By the moment she was strong and teared my shirt apart she still dint get because of my padded bra. But after a while she found who I am. She stood in shock and almost in anger to hit me. On seeing it I started to cry uncontrollably. She suddenly realized and soothed me up. Then she took me to upstairs of hostel and asked me what’z all this. I confessed everything. I said by morning I’ll vacate my room and go and not to make this and issue. It would hurt me. But she was very understandable and hugged me. I was just to her bosom. She was well-built, tall and stronger than me. I felt very safe with her.

But that night I kept thinking it was no good any more to be here and early morning I left hostel when she was sleeping. I came to home and cried to my mom and SIL. They consoled me. I stayed in home and started helping mom like before.

After three days I heard my doorbell rang and went to see. It was Tanvi. I was shocked. I started to cry she came to me for hug. Mom saw me and asked her who was she. I said she was Tanvi. Soon she explained things and asked me to come to college. She compelled me and she insisted you got no way than this she said. Mom and Tanvi had a long talk they became close. And she promised mom she’ll take care of me. Mom was very much relived and I asked Tanvi to stay at my home tonight with me morning we can go. She agreed. That evening we went to near temple all with silk saree. Tanvi and I was attraction of crowds. She was very jovial with my family. I cooked for her that day leaving SIL and Mom to talk to her and my sister helped me in cooking. By early morning we started to college by train. Tanvi always opted to wear jean and t-shirt. I wore salwar made my hair high ponytail. With studs and necklace set. With 3 inch pointed heel to match Tanvi. Though I was below her shoulder only, I have my handbag and luggage bag. She had only back pack so she helped me to carry luggage bag. I carried only my lady bag. We reached around 7 got little naps.

We both became best girlfriend soon. But I still hope it’ll go more than that. She started being overprotective on me. She never let me to go out even to take food from cafeteria. I would often tease her that you’ll make a perfect Indian husband behaving like this.

We started to dress exactly opposite to our gender, she is more like mannish dresses for her and feminine dresses for me every day. I have no hesitation. I started making friends lot, but Tanvi was first. All around me was only womanhood, girl talk, feminine smell suddenly a normal life of man changed into a soft flower in womanhood. I only studied about females in class too. Tanvi one day bought a scooter. We started to go out after college. We worked part-time in hospital. It was child care hospital and most of my patients were females. I understand what femininity is. But we enjoyed a lot.

Weekends I and Tanvi used to go trekking privately. We become were very close. One day it was college tradition day. All girls should wear saree and half saree. We went to shopping day before and she bought me half saree and I bought her saree. I teased her if she wore half saree everyone will be scared because of her hairy body. I wore my dress by waking up early. I wake her and asked to get ready she was lazy. After bath wrapped on towel she asked me to dress her she doesn’t know to dress in saree. I felt shock in my spine. I never dressed her. When I started her to wrap on blouse I got erection I excused her and went to bathroom. She understood what the matter is but she dint mind.

After while I managed and drape her saree, she gave me all her jewels to wear, all were north Indian and heavy. It contained a big nose ring too. She asked me why you can’t pierce your nose too. I said I will but our tradition women will pierce after marriage so it was not the time I said. She laughed and kept quiet.

Next room girls bought us flowers and Tanvi wore me heavily. I was plaited into two braids. She gave me hug. When I tried to keep flower to her she was like ladder I wore my heels and wore her. We enjoyed that day it was memorable. But I felt many erections and climax that day. Tanvi know all this. As like our life went. I was turned and started to live and think like girl, But still not attracted to men. She often visited our home. At home everybody is happy.

I enjoyed a lot with Tanvi. She was my dominant in our relationship, for no reason I obeyed her words. It was year ending we got cultural in our college. Tanvi insisted me to participate, I refused then she had a plan and asked we can dance for a song. I agreed and enjoyed that too. I was girl of the dance and she was the male. At the end of song she’ll propose me I’ll accept that then with a kiss the song will finish.

The practice was good. When Tanvi was near to me I’ll start to feel and dance like girl. She was the perfect fit for male role. On the function our song was most popular. It was last item. I wore just kumkum color Ghaghara choli which I never worn before, with chunni wrapped around my head like Punjabi bride.

Heavy bangles nearly weighed 1 kg, Heavy payals, Lots of flowers but only few exposed near my breast on both sides. She fixed a beautician for my makeup I looked dazzling. All girls in the backstage hugged me. Even my classmates kissed my continuously after my makeup finished they did henna to my hands and legs.it was wonderful. They even proposed me to marry them playfully. It was great fun with girls. The great achievement of show was I danced in high heels to match Tanvi. And everyone commented dance and my reactions are very girly and graceful.

Tanvi’s moment was very less I should keep dancing for the whole song. At end of song she was supposed to act like kissing me. But she drew me in her arms and kissed me in lips. The whole crowd was cheering and making loud noise. The lights were on us. I felt trembling. I got anger on Tanvi. How the college is going to look us here after. I just walked away by pushing her. While I ran to backstage everyone commented when is your marriage. Sumi you guys made for each other. I don’t know why I started to cry. Before ending of ceremony I ran to my hostel and fell on hostel bed. I don’t even change my dress. I started to cry uncontrollably. After half an hour Tanvi entered into the room she entered silently. She put hands on me and asked whether she was mad on me. I replied yes. What the college is going to say us. She consoled and said she never mind that. She even near came to me and said today she was fell in love with me seeing me in such beautiful dress of her tradition bride. She asked me whether I love her. I asked her the same question. Do you love me? She replied yes. I expected that but I asked her to explain the relationship clearly.

Then she started to say that she was in love with me. But she liked me as a girl, as I was soft, feminine and beautiful. I kept looking at her in eyes. She means what she was saying. She finally said she is willing to be my husband. She asked me then will you marry me, i have the thought but I was a girl and how can express my love. I was melted and said yes. She started to kiss me in lips. It was wonderful moment. She first time took me in her hand and kissed me long.

 I replied to her as a girl. It was our first night; I was dressed as bride, today yes her bride. It was wonderful lovemaking. I lay on bed like a girl, she comes over me and I spread my legs, she put herself in between my legs like a man on a woman in missionary style. Very soon my legs were wrapped around her hips and she was doing all the movement require to consummate the marriage.

After lovemaking she said me a thing which shook me. She said I was wonderful. But she likes me even more feminine. Yes she wants me to have breast to squeeze in her palms. Yes real breast, But without spoiling my male potency. I don’t know what to say. But she promised me she’ll never have a life without me. I agreed yes. All it was just the addition to my new life. I expressed my feel to my family they happily agreed to become female. Tanvi took care of it task.

She took me to her doctor friend, I‘ve undergone hormone treatment. I stated to have 36C within 4 months. I looked gorgeous with beasts. Tanvi started to buy me low neck dresses. We both successfully completed our MD. She proposed me at my last exam and I happily accepted it. My family was happy to find such a husband to me. She suggested me to own a clinic at the house. She worked as research doctor in reputed firm. Now I own a free women welfare clinic at home, am happily married to my husband Tanvi. It was a simple ceremony held in our house. Tanvi had very big family. They dint accept to marry me. But she loved me more than that. She left them and stayed with us.

I was so happy to have her. I thought to keep her happy whatever it may be. Our priest was in ceremony. I was dressed as south Indian bride in heavy silk saree with lot of jewels and flowers. Vaishali and my sister were very much happy in making over me. Tanvi was in silk dhoti and shirt. She already has stopped waxing her hairy body, so she looks quite a man in her hairy legs and arms. With her small mustache and hairy face she was looking handsome. I fall in love with her since I first saw in the hostel.

After priests hyms, she tied mangalasutra. It was the moment I never expected and I was very happy though. It was tradition to wife to touch the feet of husband. I was happy to do though but Tanvi never let me to do instead she hugged me aside. She applied kumkum. It was happiest ceremony to our family.

My awaited moment came that night. It was our Second night. My SIL, sister and Vaishali guided me to the room with milk glass. Tanvi was waiting in bed. Soon they locked the door. She fiercely kissed me in the lips I was totally surrendered to her. She lifted me effortlessly and put me in bed and she undid my dresses. She was very dominant and active than earlier because of my real breasts. She said she feel manly now and can have love with her wife. I never felt shy on kneeling before her and giving an oral pleasure which she liked most. My new breast felt very sensitive and I started to moan like a girl. I never felt that way before. It was very exotic. She was very rough in the right and had make me love for 5 times, all in the position of her having a male role fell asleep in the morning.

We had a honeymoon at Malaysia for about a month. Tanvi was so sweet and she took great care of me. But Tanvi got pregnant after a year. We moved to London so it can be easy for birth. I took care of Tanvi. It was a baby girl. I done her labor and I were gifted for it. Our daughter was so beautiful. Unfortunately I should be her aunty instead of daddy. But it was our daughter any way. We named her Simran. I planned to babysit her for at least 5 years so I just super vised my clinic and hired a couple of lady doctors.

Later Tanvi started doing heavy exercise in zym to get more in manly shape, got operation and have male stuff to suitable her personality. She looked perfect when she first shows me it.

Our family got a great man bonding now. SIL made our business very successful never let Tanvi to do any work at home. She was my first baby. She was very lovable. I had a wish to breast feed my baby. Tanvi was very happy and she medicated me.

A suprice from my tamil wife

I was losing all hopes for my marriage since till 38 no proper match was found for me. From my teenage I was very shy and could not show my feelings for any woman. I was the only son of my parents and around my 30 years I lost my father. Mom and other relatives were searching a bride for me but my fate was not helping me to start a conjugal life till I reached 38. Then one day one of my aunty brought a proposal from a family of a distant city.

First I talked with the girl over phone…aaah… her voice was so appealing… slightly broken…not like other women…we accepted each other’s proposal after having few conversation…and one day she invited me to meet physically. She works in a pvt. Company and lives with her widow mom. She assured me that she will resign from her job after marriage. Taking 3 day leave I went to her place to meet my fiancée. She is not a beauty queen but appealing of course…for me only as she was little black but definitely beautiful face, caring and soft spoken though her voice was not much soft like her face which seems a bit assertive and strong. She seems to be quite hairy woman. She has hairy jawline and small mustache. She was almost same height of mine or may be an inch taller, looks quite healthier but her breast and hips seems to be quite big than her tummy, I was surprised that why anyone has not picked up so far?

I somehow got attracted to her like a divine power pulling towards her. was so happy to at least get a person who likes me I was excited…thinking that at last I got a soul mate and due to my feminine nature I was happy to get a strong woman. She was the first lady of my life. I put a ring in her finger in front of few of her relatives to mark the engagement ….

I was eager to have some intimate moments with my lady but she seems to be very conservative…in the evening when we went to a cinema I put my hand over her hand. Her forearms were quite hairy and I start caressing her hairs on forearms than moved above to feel the hair till her blouse. She got solid biceps not like other girls but a full grown woman but more solid. I thrilled to feel them and imagining how strong she could?

She got shy and whisper in my ear” I am a bit hairy here, not like other woman”. I reply that I also like that, she was grinning at me. Grabbing her hands warmly….In the darkness of the theatre my burning desires were trying to have more from her… But when my shaky naughty hands tried to rub her strong fleshy thighs she removed my hands from her pelvic region...And put it on her back….

She was resting her head on my shoulder having my hand on her back….sniffing her hairs I was rubbing her back and leading my fingers downwards to her waist…. Aah…she moved a little when my fingers went inside her pyjama and underwear…wwwwow….for the first time I was touching someone’s hips….so soft those were….i felt she raised her waist a little to comfortably place my fingers in the crack of her hairy and fleshy buttocks…. Hmmmm..i fingered a woman’s ass as usual there are more hair than my own ass. she seems to be quite hairy in places.

 I was thinking that what would be she think if she find that she have more hairs than her.…just having the thought of which my dick was growing under my pant….she was so shy….but soon I felt a warm, caring touch on my groin….slowly rubbing my dick over my clothes….

On the other side she was letting my finger to go deeper inside her anal hole….After several minutes when I took out my finger from the ass of my fiancée I could not resist myself to sniff my finger to have her secret fragrance …aah…it was so hot…

But she did not allow me to touch her pubic area, telling that is reserved for suhaag raat….

On returning home when I kissed her in their veranda,….she asked me to keep quite and unzipping my pant insert her hand in my underwear…. Ooooh…it was growing in her hand while she was rubbing it…. Surprising me she kneeled down and started licking my not so big 5” dick with a greedy look….i got so hot…..aaah…she was taking my manhood in her lips…and with 2-3 minutes lusty sucks I cummed…..yes I cummed for the first time without masturbating…a lady sucked me out all my sperm….I was shy and told her that we could have some more fun in the night. She wiping her face told me smiling that more fun will be after marriage only.

And those 30 days before marriage we were attached to each other over phone….all the time…. I got addicted to her.. One day she told me that can I live without her... I cried out and told her that even I can’t think of living without her…she told me that she might not fulfill my dreams….

I told her that…u doesn’t need to satisfy me… just be mine…

that was our bed of roses…I was so excited when some old lady bring her to our decorated bed room…she was looking so hot and beautiful…she bowed her head to my feet…she sit on the bed and we start talking. suddenly she took me in her arms…and made me to sit on her lap…it was feeling okward but if she would sit on my lap it would be more awkward because i was quite skinny. 

Started talking for hours…she was behaving little abnormally while I was arousing with her closeness, warm breaths …she was repeatedly asking me about how do i think about man or if i ever had gay experience. I said no i never had any relation with any man or woman in my life but i like her very much.

She smilied and told me that that she is different from others and I will not get any satisfaction from her or may be i like her a lot…but i was not so listing,  I was getting emotional… i turned my face towards  her and start licking and kissing her ears, neck, I was playing with her soft big breasts… she unhooked her blouse and bra herself she was huge like 40 DD…I was surprised and was feeling so lucky to have such a huge tits. Her nipples have few black hair around it . they were not much but was thick black and around 2 “ long. I liked that she do not care for removing her body hair.

I was licking and sucking her nipples like a small boy…burying my face in her soft breasts while I was sniffing her fragrance I heard her crying…..i felt so bad…and taking her lips in mine I started sucking her oral juice….she too responded …and switching off the dim light she took me in her warm grip…. Very soon i got naked by her hands…..aaah…she was rubbing, kissing and licking my private parts so passionately….though her upper part was naked she was still in her petticoat and panty…giggling and shaking my body in her playful hands I was having my 1st sexual activity with someone else….my wife, sucking my dick she was playing with my asshole….aaah….lubricating the hole with her spit it was strange for me but I though as she is quite dominating in bed and she enjoy like this.

She was fingering me so nicely…

I felt as if I was floating in heaven….ooooh….when she pressed her nose in my ass I felt like dying in pleasuring sensation…and when her greedy tongue went inside my stretched crack I shouted out loudly in the ultimate pleasure that one could have……her long, lusty lick on my perineum made me crazy… I grabbed her face tighter….and wanted to reciprocate the same to my love… But she was still not allowing me to touch her pubic area….Instead playing with my body too me to the point of no return… I was going mad…..and begging her to leave me to avoid early ejaculation. 

At last she made me lie down on the bed with my back upwards and climbed up over me ….caressing my shoulders she was kissing my neck and ears….i felt her sitting on my hips removing her panty …..i wanted to see the honey pot of my darling…but she put her panty on my head and covered my eyes with her boy short like cute panty …. 

And suddenly with a strange touch of something like meaty on my hips I got shocked…. My god…instead of a wet vagina a warm hard dick was touching my buttocks…. Sudden shock made me puzzled and speechless… my dear wife is having a dick between her legs… oh…no so pity… my wife is a shemale… How could ….shivers running through my spine made me freeze…. And my body language made her depressed and she started weeping …..she went down from me and covering herself with the bed sheet kept crying … I felt very upset for both of us… what should I do now…. Accepting the fate means no normal sexual pleasure in my life and rejection means ruining her life.

I was lying like a corpse for some time but at last I could not resist myself from consoling my crying wife who was the most lovable one till few minutes ago. I hugged her from back and wiped her tears…..i told her that whatever she is, It’s not by her choice …so I have no problem to accept her…. after few moments she stopped crying but her mood was still off…. And to be frank I never had any relation with a woman. Nor anyone .so by being naked and sucked and licked by someone else was enough to fulfill my desire... I did not mind that my beloved wife does not have a vagina but she is having a caring, loving mind….

I climbed down by licking her backbone and stretching her butts a little rested my tongue in her ass…oooh..it was the same smell that I got in the cinema….i was curious to have a look of my wife’s penis…but she was too shy to show it to me…hiding her dick in her groin with her thighs…. I could see only her balls above her ass…. I started licking her perineum and balls with love and passion and made her to show me the most amazing thing of the world… a woman penis… oh…god…it was 8” huge , much thicker and longer than mine…..Looking at her teary eyes I kissed my wife’s dick and took it in my lips…. My inexperienced teeth probably had caused her little pain ….as I heard her saying… aah..it hurts…
I got very careful…..sucked and licked my wife for many moments….and again made her hot.

…. Without saying anything I lie down on the bed like she made me earlier… and my dear wife kissed my buttocks and started licking my ass again…. Spitting in the hole she was making me wet….i felt one of her finger totally inside me causing me a wild sensation……then she got over me again…..aaaah….her warm hard dick was touching my buttocks so lovingly…. I was anticipating the most amazing happenings of my life.. to be fucked by my wife….stretching my butts she was trying to penetrate me but on that position it’s not easy to enter… so I paused like a dog and aaah…when she was pushing her hard warm rod in my hole to keep myself steady I grabbed the mattress tightly and she put a pillow below my belly…..now we r comfortable…but it was paining when she was going in….but the soft touch of her fleshy breasts on my back was pleasuring enough to bear that much of fucking pain…. I stretched myself as much as possible to accommodate the whole length of my wife’s dick in my ass…. Wooooooh….probably it went inside completely…. It’s hurting a lot….but to please my dear dicky woman I controlled myself by biting my own teeth and lips… few moments later my tender anus got adjusted with my wife’s love rod and I felt as if my ass is ready for milking my wife’s penis…I moved my waist a little to give a hint to my wife which she responded well and started stroking me gently grabbing my shoulder…..and with her strokes my dick was getting rubbed in the soft pillow without any effort….it’s so…nice…she was getting wild… and her speed was increasing…..we both were moaning in pleasure….once she whispered in my ear that she is really enjoy to get her husband ass she will finish first ..And then let me…

Her warm presence inside my body was enough to make me cumm….and really when I felt the jet of her first few drops string my anal wall… I went mad…. It’s so pleasuring….. Asking me stay steady she holds me tightly and ejects all her load inside me…. I too wet the pillow below me with my strong manly wife over my back having her dick inside me

“You fuck me really hard, how I would be able to walk in the morning”-I asked her shyly, she was laughing at me and said- “tell people that I have suhaag raat with my husband” I laughed again with her.

Tumahara lund bahut hi bada hai, tum mughe roj chodogi kya ? I asked.

Yes, darling if you allow me to, you know I have bigger dick so why not use mine?- she say laughing.

We were sleeping like dead for hours like that…I got awake when I felt her wiping my ass with something….with her panty…. When she took me in her arms I put my nose under her sweaty hairy arm pit with all my love for my wife.

Next day when I get down from bed, found my ass was still burning and paining … all the day like a newly fucked bride I had to walk with that pleasuring pain ….it’s so nice to bear the sweet pain of love….caused by my he-wife…

Next night I was really shy ….we talked a lot…she asked me whether I really do not have any objection for her abnormal physical condition. I cleared her doubt with my mouth but not with words. But by taking her warm rod in my tongue and lips…. …the feelings were kinky, fetish but so passionate and loving. She told me that she always wanted to remain as woman but with dick so she will remain my wife only in front of others but at bed I would be her bottom. I accepted that as she got bigger dick than me so obviously that she will fuck me more. She was so happy.. wiping her tears of joy she was sucking my nipples, I was squeezing her lump dick and sniffing the dominating smell of her sweaty, hairy arm pit.

 It’s time to discover something new… a woman with a dick. I tasted every inches of her delicious body….i must admit that her dick was thick, long and stronger than mine…. Licking her balls and perineum while I was under her sexy feet she was smoothly pulling my hairs …grabbing my head with her thighs…I was completely submitting myself to her…when I took the whole length of her dick it was striking my inner throat causing me to gag….then We had some great 69 moments … …..with a divinely love feelings I was resting my head in her caring arms once I asked her with some hesitation… does anyone know about her secret… she told…only her mother….I said …then ..it will be difficult to meet her …my wife told…dear…u don’t know how happy my mom is …with ur attitude towards me… she was expecting a sure break-up between us after the 1st night. But when I told her that u accepted me ..she said..u r an angel of god… I said…no dear…I am just a slave of my dearly manly wife….she hugging me warmly covered my face with her and kissed me like mad… my face was under her long black hairs…..arms in her arms …her soft breast was pressing my flat one …and at the bottom her rock hard dick was pushing pubic area… my smaller dick got pressed by her thigh …feeling of having her warm body weight over my body was so nice…..submitting my tongue to her thirsty lips I was caressing her big soft buttocks with my hands… the warm touches of her rod on my belly was causing me so pleasuring sensation…aaah..if I had a juicy hole to take that in ….with her strokes from top my dick was hitting her ass ….once she holding my dick and rubbing it on her ass asked me… sona.. do u want to put it there… I said… not now…do u ? She said no…..i am enjoying more over here …saying so she started licking my nose, face and ears like a dog…..below I was getting rubbed by her love rod ……once when she wanted to enter through my back I had to tell her … honey…it’s still paining a bit… so she had to refrain from fucking my ass….. I wanted to take her in my mouth….at her final moments she allowed me to eat her piece of meat…. Probably my soft smooth sucks were not enough to make her reach the orgasm…. From 69 position she climbed down and exerting full pressure on my face she started stroking my face holding my waist firmly ….to keep my face still and steady her strong thighs were grabbing my head tightly….aaaah….i was gagging below her….her balls were on my nostrils, ass was over my eyes and the big hard hot dick was going in and out on my face…. With her hard fuck my saliva, her precumms were running down my throat and blown back through my nostrils…it’s all greasy and wet over my face ….causing my eyes teary….with slight irritation….. But to make her happy and satisfied I was keeping my breath until her climax… and after few moments she with some severe strokes filled my mouth with her sticky things …..aaaah….it’s so nice to please someone u love…. Taking deep breaths with her gradually softening dick in my mouth she was rubbing my dick and belly… and below her with loads of various sticky things I was lying nude like the most happiest husband in the world… getting down from my face she wiped my face with a towel and wanted to make me cumm… but I did not allow her telling…dear… I won’t cumm right now…..rather I would like to have the feelings all the night….she was tired …and after her return from toilet I made her sleep by massaging and caressing her huge buttocks and licking the slightly hairy anus and manly perineum I too fall asleep having the elegant fragrance of my he wife’s private parts…

Morning when I saw her wearing a beautiful saree doing Puja with my mom thought.. how could anyone imagine her manhood inside her petticoat…

My old mother was so happy to get a ideal, caring and loving BAHU. I was also happy with Tania’s sincere care for my old mom. May be bcoz of her unnatural physical structure she used to be more careful in taking care of all the things of our small family. I did not mind to be her bottom in the bed and spread my ass or face for my loving he-wife. After all I was getting satisfaction …no matter how…suppose if I got a normal woman having a lusty vagina but if she ill-treats my mom then definitely the few moments sexual pleasure can’t give me the peace of mind and happiness that Tania is showering on us. Of course she can’t be a mother but who cares.. I am not the last species of human being nor we are endangered.
Everyone who met my wife praised her beauty and cool nature and politeness…I really use to feel proud….her figure is quite attractive… her sexy boobs, waist and hips always steal the looks of other guy ….To hide the big piece of meat between her legs from others eye she use to wear tight boy short panties with very loose clothes when going outside. But sometimes that much precautionary care seems not enough … in one party she got an arousal and though others could not guess it, we both noticed the pointed hard thing is pushing her petticoat and saree upward… I was teasing her but she became serious… as it would be a life and death issue if some other also noticed that.

From then on she use to tie her rod to her thigh with a soft elastic belt …and most of the time before going outside while she is dressing her up I take care of my wife’s dick. One day we were to move out with mom for a marriage party. she was doing make-ups infront of the mirror lifting her petticoat while was safely positioning her tool could not resist myself from licking her ass from behind…. She was getting an erection … sniffing her hole kneeling down on the floor I was just licking the shaft when mom suddenly entered seeking a comb. Shocked Tania instantly dropped her petticoat down …I stood up ..mom went out immediately…. We were so nervous..Tania was scolding me for such carelessness. I too panicked ..if mom saw her erected penis..what she was thinking… On the way to the marriage we were so embarrassed that we could not look at mom’s eyes nor even talk. I was driving nervously. Atlast mom break the silence telling… tum log itne sup-saap kiu ho….woh sab to har aurat-mard shaadi ke baad karte hai….
Thank god …mom had not seen that thing

After few days Probably to give some freeness to her newly wedded son and daughter-in-law mom told us that she is going to her sister’s place for some days. Really mom is so understanding. But she will never know that in her absence her ideal bahu had turned her son a submissive female mindy in male disguise and also his asshole the gateway of pleasure and happiness. Many times lying below my dicky wife and sucking or getting banged in the back I was praying god to change my sex for my wife’s ultimate pleasure.