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We got into a regular routine, where my wife’s girlfriend would come over about twice a week for dinner at our place or outside, and then stay the night. On those occasions I could see the excitement in her building all day – and she’d take great care in getting ready, so she always emerged looking stunning.
Each time, I would sleep in the spare room. The walls were not thick and the sounds from the main bedroom were so loud, that it was almost like being next to them. My imagination went wild filling the details, and I could feel my heart pounding with a cocktail of emotions. Normally I would try to hold out from cumming as long as I could.
One day, my wife and I had a long talk. She confessed that she’d never had sex like that, and reassured me that it wasn’t about me, but simply that she now realised that women just turn her on more than men. She was at the same time deeply grateful that I’d allowed her the opportunity to find someone truly compatible, and deeply worried that she was hurting me by doing this.
I knew deep down that I’d not been great in bed, and there seemed no reason to dispute anything – clearly she was enjoying herself sexually more than ever before. And for me, there was also a kind of relief in knowing that someone was able to truly please her – despite her kind words I knew the spark had gone, and I’d not been able to for a long time.
She hesitated, because there was more. She said it was so much more than just sex. She was surprised just how quickly they’d developed feelings for each other. She’d dated a few other women before, and there was never any emotional connection, but this was different.
She said they were in love. She never thought it was possible to love two people at the same time, and she felt like a Queen with both of us loving her.
She was terrified that she’d hurt me, and there was a long silence. I told her that I appreciated she’d checked in with me every step of the way, that she’d always been honest with me, and I knew there was always a risk of this situation happening.
She wanted to make sure I was happy, and asked me if there was anything I needed. She said she’d understand if I wanted to also find a sexual partner, but I told her I didn’t. This was for many reasons, but the simplest one was that things were already complicated enough, and I was genuinely happy with the dynamic emerging.
I felt her love and concern, and in that moment I realised that I really was happier not being the “man” of the house anymore. I’d had a desire to explore feminising myself for some time which I’d supressed because it made her uncomfortable before.
So I told her that what I did want was for me to explore my gender identity the same way as she’d explored her sexuality, and explore feminisation. She hesitated again for a moment, then seemed to realise that her previous reasons for being uncomfortable with the idea had disappeared.
A few days late, in the morning, my wife had to rush off first as her work started early, and her girlfriend and I had a chance for a long talk. “Don’t kill each other” she texted us both from the cab.
We’d had a few chances to talk before, but this was the first time we had a really long conversation. There was some obvious tension between us, although it was dampened by the fact that so far, we’d actually found a lot in common between us.
This time I wanted to resolve the tension. Somehow I found myself telling her about the conversation with my wife, and how she felt like a Queen.
I guess that makes me the King, she said, and there was a firmness in her eyes. I knew she was sexually dominant – little details had slipped out before, so I knew she’d used a strap-on on my wife, and nipple clamps. It was funny to think that, because my wife was not ever submissive to me.
But now I could see she really was an alpha in every way. She knew what she wanted, and yet wasn’t threatening me. She was just naturally assuming a leadership role in household.
I realised I’d lost my role as “man of the house” to a woman.
And there was something oddly comforting about her. I felt safe with her and opened up about how I felt about the whole situation, and I mentioned that I had not felt like a man for a while and that I wanted to explore feminisation.
She seemed touched by my openness and gave me a big hug. Over the next few weeks she became a fantastic supporter, introducing me to her trans friends, buying me makeup, and even taking me shopping for women’s clothes. I felt like she was taking me under her wing.
She started coming over even more often. While we all got on well, and there was a lot of joking and teasing, she gradually and subtly reinforced her position as King.
At times it even seemed like a competition to please her – she’d arrive from work, I’d make dinner and try to impress her with my cooking, while my wife flirted with her – their pre-bedroom foreplay got more and more brazen.
Over the next few months, there were some more changes to the “rules” in the household. I cleared my things and moved permanently to the spare bedroom. The master bedroom now belonged to the new master.
It felt like we all were in the place we belonged. But what was my place exactly now? As things evolved, this was going to become a lot clearer.
More to come in part 3!