[TG] If Wishes Were Kisses - Finale

Linda and Ben fall into bed together and finally connect.

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Linda had never felt this way before. She had always assumed she was not into domination at all, in fact pushy alpha males were one of her biggest turn offs. She had always preferred much more vanilla sex, where both partners took turns but now she was beginning to think she had been wrong. Ben had never been domineering, it was part of why she liked him but as he held her hand tight and walked her up to the bedroom she had never been more turned on in her life. She wanted him to give more orders, she wanted to tease him more. Again, she thought of that night in the study and shuddered, the idea of being used for somebody else's pleasure should not have been so enticing and yet here she was, wet and wanting, fully prepared and almost hoping to be denied for longer. Her eyes fell to the bag still hanging innocently between Ben’s fingers, the contents of which were anything but.

When they made it to the bedroom he let her go, walking to the nightstand and slowly unpacking the new dildo. It was thick and black, shiny rubber glimmering in the afternoon light as Ben rummaged around for the long forgotten lube they once kept nearby. She said nothing, did nothing, unable to think. Ben’s green eyes met her own and they glinted with mischief.

“Strip.”

Linda nodded. She could not help but feel this was her punishment for keeping her lesbianism a secret all this time. Somehow, that made things even sexier. She deserved to be punished, she wanted it. Slowly she slipped off her jeans, letting her tanned, peachy ass bounce slightly as she kicked them away. She was not nearly as curvy as her husband’s new body but she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of. Ben seemed to agree as he sat at the foot of the bed watching with keen eyes. She felt so exposed and she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and slipped off the plain black bra she had put on this morning. Her face burning with a small amount of embarrassment, she felt so plain next to her stunning husband, she wished she had at least put on some of her more sexy underwear. At last she was naked, standing exposed and ready, her wetness obvious and embarrassing much to Ben’s obvious delight.

“Now,” He breathed, “Strip me.”

Linda whimpered, that’s all she had wanted to do all day. She tried not to be too eager as she gripped the top of the strapless dress and gently pulled it down revealing those heavy, teardrop shaped breasts. Despite their size and weight, they were pert and high; perfect. The red lace bra was sheer enough that she could still see his nipples hardening through the fabric. She moaned just seeing them, wanting nothing more than to suck on them and hear Ben’s gasps of pleasure. But he had not ordered her to do so and Linda got the distinct impression that doing anything without being told right now was a bad idea. So she kept going, revealing more of his smooth stomach, pale skin only broken up by the occasional cute freckle. FInally, she pulled the tight dress over his wide hips revealing that glorious ass and pussy. The matching red panties teased her, blocking off access but clearly showing a damp patch at the front; despite his cool demeanour, Ben was just as turned on as her. That sent a bolt of pleasure though her, knowing she was pleasing him.

Her hands were trembling as she pulled off the bra and panties. She savoured the wet sound of fabric feeling off hair as the latter fell around Ben’s ankles and he stepped out, she could no longer resist, she grabbed great handfuls of his tits and squeezed, moaning in tandem with her husband as she felt the incredible heat there.

“S-Sorry,” She whispered, “They’re just so fucking hot.”

“So are you.” He mumbled, leaning over to lick a strip along the curve of her neck, his warm thick lips sending shivers down her spine that coiled deep inside her gut.

Linda couldn’t be sure which one of them shifted first but before she knew it they were kissing. It was hard and rough but more passionate than any time before. Ben’s teeth scraped her top lip, Linda’s tongue danced around hers and they held one another tight, breasts pressed together, pussies brushed as they stumbled backwards and onto the bed. Linda knelt between Ben’s spread legs, looking down at the curvaceous, fiery redhead laying in her sheets. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. His pussy was exposed to the air, his clit clearly visible amongst the slickness and she reached down to touch it. Swirling her thumb while her spare had slipped between her own legs to mirror the movement.

Ben moaned, arching his back and gripping the sheets as she fingered him and Linda whimpered. It was hard to keep her rhythm consistent, it felt so damn good touching herself while watching him writhe. Her eyes were glued to his breasts, rising and falling rapidly with each breath. She wanted to make him cum so badly, she wanted to watch and memorise it but then a hand at her wrist made the movements cease.

“Your turn.” Ben hissed but with a sly smile. “On your back.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

The words slipped out before she could stop them and she blushed. Ben looked thoughtful for a moment before giving her a quick kiss as they traded places.

“I like that.”

Linda took a deep breath, spreading herself while Ben reached for the strap on, it was curved at one end, designed to pleasure the user as well as the one it was used on. She had not seen one in years, certainly never used one. Being filled up by a thick cock had never been her fantasy, not even with Ben but now, she wanted nothing more than to be pegged hard and fast by that beautiful body. The dildo pressed against her hole and she moaned, relaxing and letting it enter. There was none of her usual hesitation and she quivered as he began to push inside. The toy stretched her far further than she was used to, it burned in the most deliciously painful way. Like a sore muscle being stretched out after months of disuse. It was wonderful. As the tip pressed against the deepest part of her pussy she bucked her hips back, pressing the other end of the Dildo into Ben’s clit and making him shudder.

“Fuck, oh fuck…”

Linda just nodded vigorously.

“Please…move.”

Instead of thrusting Ben rotated his hips slowly, making the dildo press and circle his clit while stretching Linda’s walls and teasing her G-spot. It was tortuous, so good yet not nearly enough and Linda could only gasp and shudder. Reaching her arms up to grip Ben’s own as he held her hips tight.

“Please.” She begged, the teasing was too much.

Ben made a sound, a sort of primal growl in the back of his throat which set Linda’s blood ablaze; then finally began to thrust. Pumping his hips back and forth so that the dildo almost slid completely out before forcing its way back in again. The sensation of fullness was gratifying in a way a real man's cock had never been. The sensation of fullness was so good it made her eyes flutter and her head swim. She could feel those delicate hands at her hips and Ben’s breasts bouncing, moving forward and swaying with each thrust. That sight was so incredible, so wild; Linda felt dominated in all the best ways and Ben’s thrusts became more wild and shallow. The dildo brushed her G-spot, sending another strong wave of pleasure up her spine straight into her brain and her vision went white. She was cumming, the pleasure washing over her with such intensity she could only moan and gasp; words failed.

“Yes!” Ben gasped, “Fuck, yes!”

It took more effort than Linda cared to admit to forcing her eyes forwards as they threatened to roll back. She needed to watch Ben um, she needed to see that beautiful O face again. His green eyes were shining, those full lips stretched open in a perfect circle; he was beautiful, no, she was beautiful. Linda reached up, shivering and gasping with each thrust as her orgasm was teased out. Placing her hands at either side of Ben’s face she stared,  watching the moment he crested and moaned her name as he fell over the edge. One final push; their pussy pressed together as they both came down from the intensity of the orgasms. Ben collapsed atop her, their breasts touching and they gasped for breath. That had been the most intense sex of Linda’s life and she was willing to bet it was the same for Ben. She bit her lip; praying to whatever god that would listen that this would not set them back like that day in the study had.

Slowly, as if asking permission with no words, she curled her arms around Ben to hold him close and breathed a sigh of relief when he did the same. They cuddled for a minute or two, it was hard to tell, time was standing still. Linda put her worries out of mind; just for this moment everything was perfect and she wanted to treasure it. Eventually Ben pulled away, removing the dildo with surprising care before unstrapping himself and curling back up with Linda in his arms. She had never felt so safe and comfortable in all her life and nuzzled into his chest, resting her cheek on his soft breasts.

“That was…really good.” Ben said after a few moments, “You were amazing.”

“You were amazing.” She countered, “I never realised I was so into…”

“Being pegged?”

Linda spluttered with laughter before nodding.

“Yeah I guess.”

“Maybe I should have tried a strap on earlier.” Ben chuckled before they both fell silent again.

A hand stroked up and down her spine and Linda hummed in pleasure, tangling their legs together so they were fully intertwined.

“I still love you, Linda.” Ben whispered after a while, “I tried really hard to hate you, hell, to even dislike you but I can’t.”

“I love you too.” She mumbled, “But I…I’m just not attracted to men, Ben. I am not wired that way and no matter what I do, even if it’s for the man I love, I don’t think I can be in a straight relationship. I should never have been in one to begin with, let alone gotten married.”

She felt Ben’s chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath.

“If I stayed this way…do you think we could stay together?”

Linda froze, pushing away and looking down at Ben with a serious expression. His face was nervous and for the thousandth time she took in his features; the full lips, the wild hair, the brilliant green eyes; he was perfect. Gently she cupped his face.

“Ben, I would never ask you to give up who you are for me, do you understand?” She whispered, “If I am going to stop living a lie, I will not allow you to force yourself to live on in return.”

Ben bit his lip.

“That’s the thing, you wouldn't be.”

Linda just blinked in confusion and Ben kept talking.

“I won't lie and say I had any deep seeded feelings about being a woman but since becoming one…I like it. I like makeup and girly clothes and this body. Fuck it, I’ll say it, boobs are awesome, on me and off. I haven’t felt this confident in my boy or self worth since…ever!”

Linda searched his eyes for any signs of deceit. It would be just like her Ben to lie to make her happy but she found nothing but honesty.

“You really mean that?” She said thickly, a lump was forming in her throat, he nodded and they kissed.

“Oh Ben.” Linda sighed, “I can’t believe it.”

“Oh one other thing.” He giggled, “You can call me Hope.”

“Hope…I like it.”

“So do I.”

Linda squeezed him tight; she had never been happier in her entire life. Not only did she get to keep her husband, well sort of, but she was finally out and proud. It was as if a giant, imaginary weight had been lifted. They cuddled together for some time before Linda spoke up again.

“Wow you are going to have a lot of explaining to do now, huh?”

“...Fuck.”

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It took them a while to get their story straight. Neither of them were particularly eager to air their marriage troubles with the world, especially now that they were on the mend. So it was decided Hope would lie, saying they had been planning this for a while and managed to get a special deal on a magic transformation so that she could pick a whole new body. She had expected harsh judgement or at least confusion but their friends welcomed Hope with open arms. It would take a while for things to become ‘normal’ again of course, some still slipped up and called him Ben from time to time, but she didn’t mind. What shocked her most of all was her work, who were ecstatic. Though Hope suspected that was more to do with being able to show her off at diversity meets. Whatever, if she had to pander to a bunch of old white men trying to appear woke in order to keep her job, she’d do it. What mattered to her more than anything was Linda.

Her beloved Linda who finally, after all this time was out and proud. Her confidence went through the roof, they lagged more, smiled more and ravished each other constantly. It was like being a teenager again, both of them struggled to keep their hands off each other. More than that though, they were happy. Truly, blissfully happy for the first time in their lives. There were still grey days, there were even times Hope missed her old male body. Life was not perfect but it was about as close as it could get.

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