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I was home alone and felt abandoned. I don’t know if this was part of conditioning me or letting me be with my own thoughts. But I didn’t like it if it was either case. I went to the kitchen and there was the pill box with the first letter of each week embossed. Pink and setting on the white quartz countertop. With a note in my wife’s handwriting that said to take pills morning and evening. It’s Sunday and I took my medicine.
She came back home the next day and I was cleaning the living room. She startled me when she came home. She went and set her bag down came over and hugged me, turned off the vacuum cleaner and lead me to my room. Where she stripped down in front of me and I stripped down myself. She laid back on top of the bed and beckoned me to join her. Which I hurriedly complied. She spread her beautiful legs and guided me between them. Her inner thighs were glistening with a sheen. She pushed my head down between her legs I happily began to lick and suck her delicious wet pussy. It smelled musty like she had been having sex. I knew when I tasted her that Jeffrey was there first. I was starting to get in my own head when she pushed the back of my head deeper into her wet waiting pussy. I then tasted hot salty cum. Loads of it washing out and being lapped up like a hungry dog. I couldn’t get enough of what I was tasting. I became an animal and was enthralled but the juices. She began to buck and I kept going, she moaned and screamed and I kept going, she squirmed and I wouldn’t stop. I stopped when she started shaking and had a full body orgasm and my face was flooded with her cum. I was drenched with her. I started to crawl up and mount her when she pushed me off her. Saying sorry sweetie that part is just for a man. I was in ecstasy and heartbreak. She told me to finish what I was doing and she wanted to talk about things afterwards.
Once I got done she asked me to come to her room. She was setting in the chair at the other end of the room. The room is large by bedroom standards. King size bed large dresser stand up dresser two night stands a set of French doors a small setting area with two high back chairs with a small table and lamp on it. She was setting in my chair or what was once my chair. I set next to her and she held my hand.
She started off that she loves me and she has known for awhile that I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t happy only being with her. That I have wanted something more or different. Because she wanted something different too. We cried a little at this point. Because we both knew that it was true. I did want something more, and she knew that what I wanted was a man. “The thing that attracted me to you was that you were always more sensitive than any man I had known” You liked to cook, clean, garden, and pamper me. It was cute and alluring. But the part I struggled with and something you probably struggled with as well, was the masculine aspect of our relationship. Yes you knew how to fix things and problem solve. But you didn’t or weren’t defined by the trope of masculinity. Which is definitely fine, but it’s something I grew tired of and I think your mask was wearing thin.
Don’t you feel more comfortable in this roll? I looked at her and for the first time I saw her not as my wife but as my friend who wants me to be happy. I said that I do feel a bit better that we talked. That I’m shocked at the callousness of how you treated me. She smiled and said spoken like a true sissy. You know it came from the heart. But our journey has just begun. We are going to explore and expand your capacity.