A Wife finds out

"Hello again, Kyleigh!" he said as he looked at himself in the mirror after carefully pulling on his very expensive human-hair wig. Ky Finley was now Kyleigh Finlay and she felt this wonderful rush of endorphins flood over her as she looked at the beautiful creature she'd become over the last ninety minutes.

Ky had sandy blond hair so Kyleigh could easily be a blonde herself, but she loved the look of darker hair and the way it made dark red lipstick shades really pop. It also worked better with her skin tones and she felt it let her wear the colors she preferred much more so than being blonde so for her, it was an easy choice.

She'd chosen a very pretty white blouse and a buttery-yellow skirt along with a matching yellow cardigan sweater for her first-ever date, and she was thrilled with the results. Careful not to entangle her shoulder-length hair, she gently hung a beautiful gold necklace around her tiny neck and fastened it securely in place. Then she picked up a pair of matching gold earrings and felt herself 'growing' as she pushed the posts through her recently-pierced ears. She turned left then right and loved the way they looked. Everything was perfect and all that remained was for her to step into her four-inch heels and take one last look at herself.

That's when she remembered the wedding ring. Ky's wife had bought it for Kyleigh when they came to their latest arrangement and he promised her Kyleigh would always wear it to remember she was pledged to someone else. She slipped it on her left hand over the dark red nail on her ring finger and smiled knowing she was indeed happily married to Vicki, who was upstairs sewing as Kyleigh prepared to start her new life.

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One Week Earlier

"Wow! That was really nice." He lay there for a few moments and thought he heard her crying.

"I know I'm not the world's best lover, but did I actually make you cry?" he teased. That is, until he rolled over and saw that she was.

"Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" he asked her.

"No," she sobbed.

He snuggled up close to her and said, "Honey? Hey, what is it?"

"I don't want to do this anymore," she said in between the sobs. He'd seen her cry before but never like this.

"I don't understand. We finally made love again after nearly a month and things have been...better lately. Haven't they?" She didn't reply. "Can you please talk to me? Does this mean you don't love me anymore?"

"No! Don't ever say that. Of course I love you." She was laying there, her chest just heaving up and down.

"Then what is it? Please tell me."

"I can't. Not right now. I can't think when I'm this emotional. Tomorrow. When I'm in control again. Okay? Can you wait until tomorrow?" she asked.

"Okay, sure. But if you're going to tell me you're having an affair, please don't make me..."

"What? An affair? Are you crazy? That's the last thing I'd ever want. Please!" She was beside herself. "Just give me some time, okay?"

"Okay. Take all the time you need. I love you," he said not sure if she'd say it back.

"I love you, too," she said. "I love you so much." And then she cried so hard he thought she might throw up. Finally, she began to calm down and eventually fell asleep. He watched her tiny body continue to shudder for what seemed like a very long time even after she was no longer awake.

Ky Finley was 32 and had been married to his wife, Vicki, for the past five years. She was 30 and had been married once before for two years. After they'd dated for a few weeks, she told Ky her first marriage ended because she found it very difficult to be...intimate. Ky wasn't the least bit concerned because he was supremely confident that any woman could learn to love sex if her husband or lover was ultimately patient, tender, loving, and giving. He was all of those things, and he was convinced Vicki would be an easy convert.

Part of his confidence was due to his having never been with any woman who didn't at least like sex. A couple of his past girlfriends could rightly be called nymphomaniacs and neither would have taken offense at the term because they absolutely loved sex. One of them was so insatiable he couldn't keep up with her. Another reason for his overconfident attitude was his own ignorance. He just didn't know there were actually women who didn't need or even want sex—at all. He'd never heard or nor even imagined such a thing. Therefore, he was 100% certain all he needed was a little time to win her over. Whatever went wrong with Vicki's first marriage wasn't her fault. It was because her husband just didn't take the time she needed doing the things every woman wanted a man to do and he would do all of them and more.

But reality proved to be a lot more difficult than Ky's imagination. Even after months of the most gentle, slow, and tender lovemaking with incredible amounts of foreplay, Vicki still had no interest in sex. Undeterred, he kept at it week after week until somewhere around the two-year mark, he began to wonder if perhaps this really might be unchangeable.

At his suggestion, they tried therapy for the better part of a year and Vicki went with him faithfully every week. She participated in every discussion and she did her part to complete whatever homework assignment their therapist asked them to do during the following week. All to no avail. She'd also had blood work done and learned there were no hormonal imbalances to explain her complete lack of interest.

As Ky lay they thinking all of this through for the umpteenth time, he couldn't help but wonder what role his failure to be as open and honest as Vicki had been may have played. She'd told him about her intimacy issues early on, but Ky hadn't been as forthcoming with her.

For as long as he could remember, Ky had been attracted to women's clothing. There wasn't a time in his life he could look back on when he was free of the desire. He'd tried at least a half dozen times to quit. Sometimes he vowed to go cold turkey while a couple of times he promised himself he'd taper off until he stopped—permanently, of course. Over the years, his efforts had cost many hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars as he purged everything he'd bought only to go out and buy it all again.

No attempt had ever lasted more than four months—until he met Vicki. She was so attractive and so...everything...he wanted in a woman that it made him forget those powerful urges. By the time he proposed to her he even began to think he may have conquered this thing once and for all. But after a year of marriage and the never-ending battle for intimacy, it reared its ugly head again. And it did so with a vengeance.

Ky was a small man. He had a runner's build and although he didn't look emaciated by any means, he was very thin. He also had a boyish face with bright eyes, a small nose, perfect teeth, and a very light, blonde beard. Hell, he couldn't even grow a mustache when he was 25, let alone a beard. All of that worked to his advantage every time he ventured into the world of crossdressing and after years of effort, he'd become extremely skilled at makeup application. With the right wig and clothes, he'd learned he could blend in virtually anywhere in public—as long as he didn't have to say too much too loudly. He could smile and order a drink or a meal without giving himself away, but he couldn't carry on a conversation as his too-masculine voice would betray him every time.

Just the thought of getting dressed as a woman was making him hard again as he thought back on how he'd finally fessed up and told Vicki about it at around the 18-month point in their marriage. She wasn't happy about it, but she said she thought she could deal with it as long as she didn't have to see it. It became their own personal version of of the US military's now-defunct "don't ask, don't tell" policy. It seemed to have no effect one way of the other on their sex life, yet Ky couldn't help but wonder if, at some level at least, it didn't play some sort of negative role.

Together, they made a lot of money, so Vicki didn't care at all when he told her he'd be getting a motel room two or three times a month. In fact, she was grateful he'd be out knowing she was guaranteed a night off from any potential sexual advances. Of course, she had no idea he'd begun leaving his room and going to various places dressed as a woman or she would never have been so nonchalant about his time away from home. This went on for a couple of years when Vicki told him she thought she would be okay if he wanted to dress up at home with one caveat. They had to stay on separate floors of their large, two-story home. He could keep his female attire in one of their three downstairs bedrooms and dress there while she could stay in their upstairs master bedroom and sew and watch TV, her two favorite pastimes as he pursued his downstairs.

This was perfect for Ky, who called himself Kyleigh, when we was wearing women's clothing. He loved the freedom of being able to move around the house, get a glass of wine, watch a DVD, or do whatever he pleased for the six hours or so he could enjoy being 'her' once a week. This arrangement worked perfectly for another 18 months or so, but Ky knew it wasn't going to be enough for much longer.

The one other secret Ky never told his wife was his secret, growing attraction to men when he crossdressed. At no point in his life had he ever found himself attracted to men when dressed as Ky, but the moment he was completely en femme, he felt so much like a woman that he could no longer deny the fact that he desperately wanted to be loved like a woman—by a handsome man. He'd found himself watching more and more porn on line in which crossdressers had sex with men and Kyleigh would invariably end every 'session' masturbating to her favorite fantasy in which some gorgeous man would make love to her. Yes, Ky knew the statistics. Most crossdressers were 100% heterosexual, but statistics didn't matter when one was in the minority. Kyleigh liked men while Ky preferred women, and that was that.

As this battle raged over the following two years following Vicki's decision to let him dress up at home, Vicki again surprised him by suggesting she let him go with him to buy clothes for Kyleigh. He'd reluctantly revealed his secret name for his alter ego after she asked him directly if he had a female name for 'her.' Vicki didn't know a lot about crossdressing, but at their therapist's suggestion, she did read one small book which made her a lot more understanding of her husband's needs, and that's where she learned virtually every crossdressing man has girl's name for himself when en femme. The book didn't make her any more inclined to participate in it with him as she still found it mildly revolting, but it did help her empathize with him. In fact, she told him at the time she offered to take him shopping that what the book had done was make her realize his need to crossdress was similar to what she felt when it came to sex. That puzzled Ky so he let her explain.

"Imagine being told you can never, ever dress up again. How would that make you feel?" Ky hadn't needed to answer because he knew she knew the answer. It was purely rhetorical. She continued by telling him, "I see the power of your desire to do this as being similar to my desire not to have sex. Yes, one is a positive desire and the other is a negative, but they are both very powerful. Neither one is right or wrong. They simply exist. You've tried very hard to make yours go away over the years but finally made the decision to embrace it." She paused knowing what she was about to say would hurt him deeply. "The difference is, I can't embrace my desires and have what I want." She saw the hurt in his eyes and told him, "You know I love you, Ky. And you know it kills me not to be able to meet your needs. But it kills me that I have to do something—repeatedly—that I have no interest in doing. I don't say that to be mean, honey. It's just the way I feel. It isn't cliche when I tell you, 'It isn't you, it's me' because it really is me. I have no interest whatsoever in sex, but I'm not allowed to follow my heart because it hurts you so much."

Ky just sat and listened before saying, "I guess I never thought about it from that perspective before. Talk about the proverbial Catch-22. If you follow your heart, I get heart...broken, and we end up getting divorced. But if you follow your head and keep making yourself available to me, you're miserable." He paused before asking her, "Do you want a divorce, Vik?"

She shook her head and said, "God, no! I love you, Ky. I have no interest in living alone and even less in ever marrying or being with another man again. I want to be with you. I just don't see how I can ever make you happy, and that just kills me."

He saw her tear up again. That had happened numerous times recently as this issue continued to come to the surface. It truly was the 800-pound gorilla in the room. Ky also wondered if his crossdressing might be a silent, 400-pound gorilla so he asked Vicki pointblank about it.

"No, not at all. I mean, I don't like that you do that. I want to see a man when I look at you. But I'm so...pathetic...when it comes to being what you need in the bedroom, that I have to let you have this outlet. That said, it doesn't make me love or respect you any less. In fact, I've learned to accept it and that's why I want to start taking you shopping. I know how important pretty clothes are to you, we have the money to buy whatever you like, so if I can participate in this way, then that makes me feel better about us."

So for the next year or so, she'd done just that. They lived just outside of Columbus, Ohio, so they had an incredible variety of stores to shop at. And true to her word, Vicki really took a personal interest in helping Kyleigh look as pretty as she could. Of course, she demanded Ky go with her rather than Kyleigh, but Vicki soon learned all of her sizes, preferences, likes and dislikes and she seemed to very much enjoy these regular outings.

All that was in the past and Ky thought things were going reasonably well even though deep in his heart he knew they weren't. At some point, Vicki would have to draw the line on having sex and...then what? And tonight seemed to the demarcation point. Vicki had never cried like that before and Ky was reasonably certain that she'd be laying down some rules the following morning.

After a very long time of rehashing all of this, his mind gave up the battle and he drifted off to sleep. When he woke up around 8 o'clock the next morning, Vicki was already downstairs making breakfast. After they'd eaten and were enjoying a second cup of coffee together she said, "I thought this might be a good time to talk. About last night and about...us."

"Okay," was all Ky said. They'd plowed this ground so many times before he saw no reason to say anything or to get his hopes up as nothing ever seemed to change. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had made some very big concessions for him and that realization solidified his concerns that he was almost certainly going to have to make a huge concession for her if he wanted to stay married to her.

Vicki began by reiterating how she'd continued to um...make herself available once a week or so for one reason and one reason only: guilt. She told him yet again how much she loved him in every other way but sexually. He listened as she told him...again...that she didn't blame him for any of this and that the crossdressing had nothing whatsoever to do with her lack of interest in sex. She ticked off how it wasn't painful and she had no hormonal issues and that she was just one of those women for whom sex held no interest. To her, it was no different than not wanting to go to a gym and work out. Going to a gym was something she didn't enjoy and she saw no difference between working out and sex except that not being intimate hurt her husband. So...she forced herself to get through it when the guilt got so bad she couldn't stand it any longer. Once 'it' was over, a wave of relief spread through her knowing she was safe for at least another week and perhaps two if she could stand it, even though it had recently slipped to three or even four.

He listened to it all very patiently as he sipped his coffee then said, "Vik, we've been over that a thousand times. None of that is new. The only change we've had is when you said you'd start taking me shopping which, by the way, is pretty amazing. I really appreciate you be willing to do that. It's actually something I really look forward to doing with you."

Vicki smiled and said, "Well, that leads me to something I've been thinking about for several months and just recently decided I wanted to suggest. It wasn't an easy decision, but it's the only thing I've been able to come up with that might help us solve our nagging problem."

Ky raised his eyebrows indicating he was listening and willing to hear any new suggestion.

She refilled her cup and sat across from him. "So...before I start talking, I have a confession to make and it's important for two reasons. The first is I did look at your computer one day. I wasn't looking for what I found, but I was looking where I shouldn't have been." She looked at her husband to gauge his reaction before she went on. His expression didn't change so she continued by saying, "The second is that what I found is the reason I'm making this suggestion."

Ky still showed no emotion, so Vicki plowed ahead. "I know from numerous past discussions that you have no desire to live as a woman. You enjoy being...Kyleigh...whenever you have the opportunity." To be sure nothing had changed she said, "Right?"

Ky nodded and said, "Absolutely. I have zero interest in actually being a female."

"Okay, just making sure." She smiled and it warmed his heart. Her smile was so beautiful as was Vicki herself. "I thought long and hard for a very long time about offering you the option of having a girlfriend, but I don't think I could stand that. Not because you'd be, you know, getting what you need from her, but because I'd be afraid you'd fall in love with her and well, end up leaving me for her. And that would kill me because I love being married to you, Ky. I want us to stay together. So that's not something I could live with."

Ky waited for her finish her thought before saying, "I want you to know that since I met you there has never been another woman, Vik. Never. Lord knows I've thought about it a thousand times over the years, but I've never cheated on you. Not physically and not even emotionally."

Vicki was sure that was the case, but she was deeply relieved to hear him say that out loud. "Thank you for telling me that, Ky. I couldn't blame you if you had, but it would still hurt to know you had." She took a sip of coffee then went on. "But I have an idea I think will work if what I found on your computer reflects what I think it is you want."

She waited for him to react, but he didn't other than a small, wry smile. "Go ahead, honey," is all he said.

"Well, when I was snooping around—and I was snooping—I thought you might actually have a girlfriend and I was sick with jealousy. But when I opened your laptop, a page came up that surprised me. It involved crossdressing which didn't surprise me. But what the person was doing—did."

Ky looked away. Not because he was ashamed but because she'd found out rather than him telling her what he was doing looking at that kind of thing. "Oh, that," he said rather sheepishly. "So I guess you put two and two together pretty easily then."

"Yes, assuming of course, I'm adding correctly," she said smiling again. "Ky, honey? I'm not at all upset by what I found. In fact, that's what gave me the idea I'm going to pitch to you."

"As I said, I'd be extremely jealous of another woman, mostly for fear you'd leave me for her. But I don't think I'd be jealous if...if you had a...boyfriend." She watched his face for a moment then said, "Would you ever leave me for...a man?"

Ky snorted and said, "Hell, no! When I'm dressed...like this..." He used his hands to indicate what he was wearing. "I have NO interest in men and I plan to spend most of my life as Ky dressed like this."

"But when you're...Kyleigh?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

He sighed and said, "I should have told you that a year ago, but I was too embarrassed and I guess at some level I still hoped you might, you know, want to start having sex with me."

Vicki smiled and told him, "Ever the hopeful one, huh, Ky?"

"Yeah, guilty as charged. Well, it's funny because that's around the same time I finally realized this would never change."

"Again, I am so sorry. If I could take the proverbial 'magic pill' and suddenly like sex, I'd do it right this second. But there is no magic pill, so..."

"So?" Ky repeated.

"I'd like to propose something. I'd be willing to let you have...boyfriends...if you'll agree not to ask me to have sex."

"Wow," he said. "That's huge." He thought for a while then said, "I gotta tell you that might possibly work."

"Really?" she said hopefully. "Would you at least be willing to try it?"

Vicki looked desperate which was hurtful but Ky knew he was as desperate for sex as she was to stop having it. So he let it slide.

"Um...yeah. I guess we could try that. I mean, it's probably gonna be a little uncomfortable for a while."

Vicki tried not to laugh. "Okay, did I say something funny?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just thinking about your um...first time with a man when you said it's going to be uncomfortable for a while."

"Oh. Ha-ha," he said. Then he smiled and told her, "Okay, that actually is kind of funny. Touché!"

"So I'm pretty sure I'd be okay with you having a...boyfriend...come over once or twice a week assuming of course, he can be very discreet. Neither of us have jobs that depend on that level of discretion, but I'd obviously prefer to keep this as quiet as possible. If it does get out, then it just does and we'll deal with it. Ky, I'm in this for the long haul and I know you are, too. We've been trying to find a way to make this work since we met and I think this just might be the answer."

"I can't argue with you, honey. It's the best idea either of us has ever had and if it works, we can still enjoy every other part of our lives together and finally shoot this fat-ass gorilla sitting in the same room with us every time we're together."

Vicki burst out laughing which made Ky laugh and that's when he realized it had been a very long time since they'd done that. In fact, she was so happy she got up and came around the table and put her arms around him and said, "I love you so much, Ky. I hope this works. For both our sakes."

"Me too, Vik. Me, too."

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One Week Later

"Back already?" Vicki asked. "I thought it would take a little longer to get a full body wax. Was it painful?"

"No, it wasn't bad at all," Ky told her.

Vicki was looking at his forehead. "I can see you had your eyebrows done. They look very nice. Maybe I should give this place a try." She smiled then said, "I have something for you before you go change and get ready for your um...date."

She pulled out a blue box and opened it. "It's not a real diamond. But I thought you might like it and I was hoping maybe you'd wear it to you know, remind you that you are...spoken for."

Ky watched her take out the ring and wait for him to hold out his hand. "I know this is all new territory for us, but I want you to know you have my complete support." She slid it on his finger and said, "And all my love." She held out her arms and he hugged her and thanked her.

"It's beautiful, Vik. Thank you. And I will always wear it. I promise." He held up his hand and looked at it again and said, "It looks so real."

She let go of him and said, "They make some very realistic-looking cubic zirconia rings now. No one can tell the difference unless they look at it through a jeweler's loop or maybe blow on it to see how fast the water vapor evaporates and I don't think too many people care enough to do that." It was so good to see her happy again! Ky couldn't remember the last time the tension around the house wasn't thick enough to cut with a knife.

"So are you going to go change and get ready now?" she asked with genuine interest and no judgment.

"Well, let's see. It's four o'clock and he'll be here at six so...yeah, I think it's about that time."

"Can you...I mean, do you even want to...share any of your plans? I understand if it's private. Completely."

"Um, well, I'm making dinner for us and after that, we might watch a movie or maybe just talk."

"That sounds very nice. Ky? I hope you have an absolutely wonderful time tonight. Really. I want this to be wonderful and special for you."

"Thank you, honey. That means a lot. And again, thank you for the beautiful ring. I really do love it. So...are you staying here tonight?" he asked.

"Oh, no. I'm going to a quilting meeting that starts at seven. I'll probably wait until he gets here then slip out. I'd feel pretty silly if we ran into each other outside or something. But...what time will it be, you know, safe to come back? Don't hurry on my account. I'm just asking. The meeting will last until nine and Dorothy and I can hang around and talk until they close up at ten. Will that be late enough?"

"That sounds fine, honey. I don't want you to feel like you can't come to your own home. We'll both have to be flexible and understanding until we get this figured out."

"I agree. Okay, that sounds like a plan. Just text me if you need more time, okay? And again, please have a wonderful time. Oh...and be safe, okay?"

"No worries, there. We don't really even know each other except having talked on the phone after exchanging emails on line and stuff."

"Do you trust him?"

"I do. He's a doctor, by the way, so I feel really good about the discretion issue."

"Well, I trust you completely so you go ahead and get ready and I'll start getting my fabric and stuff together for my meeting."

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Kyleigh slipped the ring onto her left hand over the dark red nail on her ring finger and smiled knowing she was indeed happily married to Vicki, who was upstairs sewing as Kyleigh prepared to start her life.

She stepped out of her room and went to the kitchen where she started getting things ready to make dinner. She'd decided on blackened salmon with asparagus and fresh salad with dinner roles. As she got everything ready, she was thrilled with seeing not only her freshly-painted, dark-red nails, but the gorgeous, very large solitaire ring on her hand.

Kyleigh also loved so many other things about being a woman for a few hours. She was very aware of the scent of her favorite perfume as well as the way her soft, silky hair touched the sides of her face or how it moved on her shoulders. She loved the way her earrings dangled as she moved and the weight of her chunky, gold necklace. Each step reminded her she was wearing heels and the feel of her suntan-colored stockings was heavenly! Lastly, she loved the feeling of the way her soft, supple, breast forms moved with her as she busied herself making dinner for her first...boyfriend.

She smiled when she thought about him. He was tall, handsome, single, and an admirer of women like Kyleigh. He'd been married for several years and had been single now for almost two. He told her he'd looking for a girl who was as passable as Kyleigh, but told her it was very hard to find someone who wasn't on hormones transitioning to become a woman and even then, it was still a huge challenge. He said he'd dated one transsexual woman for a couple of months, but they soon learned they had nothing in common but well...sex. Kyleigh remembered reading those words in an early email and the way it made her feel as she imagined being in this beautiful man's arms and...bed.

Everything was either ready or in the oven just before six and Kyleigh's heart was beating like a drum when she got a text from him saying he'd there in about ten minutes.

She went back to her room and took another look at herself in the full-length mirror and decided all she needed was to touch up her lipstick. Just as she finished, she heard a knock on the door. She turned around and it was Vicki. She was standing just outside her room. "I was wondering if I could possibly see you—just this once. I guess curiosity got the best of me. If you would rather not, I'll understand."

"It's okay," Kyleigh said softly. She'd been working on her feminine voice a lot and although it wasn't great, it was much better than before. "Come in, please."

Vicki stepped in then looked up. She put her hands on her face and just stared. Kyleigh smiled and said, "So...?"

Vicki shook her head and said, "I'm speechless." She continued looking at Kyleigh from head to toe and shook her head some more. "I honestly can't believe what my eyes are seeing. You look...beautiful. My goodness, you really do look like a woman."

Vicki moved closer to see if there were telltale signs. "Everything is perfect. Your hair is so amazing. Your makeup is...perfect. I love what you're wearing, too! It's so pretty without being well, slutty. I know you don't dress that way, but this looks so nice. And you even accessorize well. I think I'm jealous but not in...that way. I honestly can't tell you're not a girl, Ky." She caught herself and said, "Sorry. I meant Kyleigh. Um, I should get back upstairs before he gets here. Thank for you letting me see. That was very brave of you. And you really do look very nice."

Kyleigh thanked her and gave her a quick hug. "I'm so happy for you, honey," Vicki told her. "Have fun."

Vicki no sooner got back upstairs than the doorbell ring. Kyleigh was still holding the tube of lipstick. She sat it down on her makeup table, took a deep breath, then headed toward the door. Their front door was in a large foyer which led to either the kitchen or a long staircase up to the second floor.

Kyleigh closed her eyes, steadied herself, then opened the door. "Hi! Come in! It's so good to finally meet you!" she said as she stepped aside to let him in.

He was holding a bouquet of red roses and Kyleigh's heart went from overdrive in turbo mode. "These are for you," he said. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way."

As she took them, her smile was so broad she thought she might hurt herself. "Wow! They're so beautiful. Thank you, Kevin!" she said.

He was so handsome her heart hurt. She couldn't stop staring into his eyes so when he leaned down to kiss her she was so caught off guard she didn't notice the small opening in the French doors to the master bedroom above her. After a brief but very nice first-ever kiss, Kyleigh saw her peeking through them. Vicki wasn't being voyeuristic, she was just...curious. Kyleigh wasn't sure how to react until she saw Vicki smile and flash her a 'two-thumbs up' signal. Kyleigh smiled back and winked.

"So let's go into the kitchen and I'll put these in some water," she said. "You can hang your coat right there, by the way," she told him pointing to the standing coatrack in the foyer.

Once she cut the ends of each rose and put them in a vase, she asked Kevin if he'd like a glass of white wine and she poured one for each of them.

"To new beginnings?" he offered.

"I like that," Kyleigh said. "To new beginnings."

Again, she could not take her eyes off of him! He was so gorgeous! She longed for him to kiss her again but knew that didn't normally happen on first dates. Still... Moments later, she heard the front door open and close and knew she was all alone with her handsome new man.

For the next hour, they talked, ate dinner, and had a second glass of wine at the table before Kyleigh suggested they move to the family room where they could sit more comfortably and get better acquainted. They'd already discussed this new arrangement with Vicki via email, and Kevin said he was comfortable with trying it.

They talked for about an hour about their work, where they grew up, their hobbies, and where they stood on major issues like politics and religion. It turned out, they had quite a bit in common and that's when Kyleigh remembered his words about only having had sex in common. Kyleigh knew it was more than the wine making her ache to have that one additional thing in common but she knew she needed to wait for him to make the first move.

"Can I get you some more wine?" she asked.

"Actually, I'm good," he told her. "What I'd really like is to kiss you again—if that's not moving too fast."

"Not at all. That sounds perfect," Kyleigh said, her heart thumping out of her chest.

Kyleigh was suddenly once again conscious of every aspect of her femininity as Kevin's lips pressed against hers. She simultaneously experienced everything she'd felt before from the scent of her perfume to the pretty clothes she wearing, and for this moment at least, she was a woman. Nothing had ever fit so perfectly before in her life. She looked, felt, and was doing exactly what she wanted more than anything else and the feeling overwhelmed her.

As her handsome boyfriend-doctor kissed her, she was also aware of the way her glossy, red lips slid so softly on his. She loved the way the soft material of her sweater looked and felt as she raised her arms to put them around his neck. She felt so small and fragile in his arms and she was so happy a part of her wanted to cry.

As they continued to kiss, Kyleigh gasped softly as she felt her lover's tongue for the first time. "Mmmm," she moaned. "That's so nice."

Kevin stroked her pretty face as his French kisses deepened. Kyleigh yearned for more as she pulled him close and kissed him back. His right hand moved slowly down the sleeve of her pretty sweater and then gently made it's way inside. As he lifted it up slightly, she lowered her arm to help him take it off her. He laid it beside her then continued to kiss her passionately.

Kyleigh reached up and placed his strong hand on her breast and squeezed it closed. It didn't matter that her breasts weren't real. All that mattered was being wanted—as a woman. As he felt her up, she found herself unable to stop her own hand from making its way from the back of his neck down the front of his shirt to the area between his legs and was rewarded to find exactly what it was she wanted to find there. It felt so amazing to actually be touching the one thing she wanted more than any other.

"That feels nice, Kyleigh," he told her. He began unbuttoning her blouse while she worked on his belt buckle and zipper.

"Please make love to me," she softly pleaded.

"Of course," he told her. "There's nothing I want more."

Kyleigh leaned back as he slipped her blouse off her shoulders leaving her wearing only a very pretty, lacy white bra. Kevin kicked off his shoes and helped Kyleigh with his pants. As he sat back down on the sofa, she moved in front of him and began slowly pulling down his underwear. Her heart was about to explode as his beautiful cock was slowly revealed. "Oh, my God! I love it, Kevin," she told him.

For the first time in her life, she was able to hold a man's cock in her hands. Her tiny fingers wrapped around it and her long, dark, red nails looked so beautiful as she held him. "Do you like it, Kyleigh?" he asked.

"I love it!" she told him truthfully. "I've been wanting you so bad all night, my love." They were staring into each other's eyes as she opened her mouth to experience yet another first. As she took him into her warm, wet mouth, a surge of adrenaline shot through her body. She was turned on beyond measure.

"Mmmmm, you taste so good!" she told him softly. She took him slowly and gently using her tongue to pleasure the underside of his thick cock. She loved the way the huge veins felt on her tongue and Kyleigh felt like she was experiencing heaven on earth. She quickened her movements as she slid her other under his cock to hold his balls in her small hand. The combined sensations of his cock in her mouth and his wonderful balls in her hand nearly made her cum.

She kept her eyes on his as she sucked. "Your eyes are so pretty," he moaned. "You look so beautiful taking me like that, sweetheart."

She loved the way she was making him sigh and moan. His moans made her moan with pure pleasure as she took him as deep as she possibly could. Kyleigh had dreamed of this for so long and now it was finally happening. She opened her throat as she had practiced and took the last two inches and held him deep inside her. She did her best to control her gag reflex for as long as she could before nature won out. As she began to choke, she raised up and caught her breath. There were thick streamers of her saliva from her mouth to her hand and to his beautiful cock. She deep throated him several more times before he said, "Come up here, beautiful."

She stood and turned around letting him unzip her skirt which fell around her heels on the floor. She stepped out of it, then lowered the padded hip garment she was wearing leaving her in a pair of very pretty, very lacy, white panties. Never taking her eyes off of his, she slid them down and stepped out of them. Kevin handed her a condom with the corner of the package torn open and Kyleigh loving put it on for him.

She'd brought a small bottle of lubricant from the bedroom and kept it between the sofa cushions just in case he wanted her there. She squeezed a generous amount on his huge shaft then turned around and bent over to let him do the same thing to her portal. The couch was deep enough to allow her to face him as she climbed up on his lap and rubbed hard against him. "Mmmm. I can't wait to have you inside of me, baby," she moaned softly.

He helped lift her up as she planted her feet on either side of his thighs. She steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder then reached for him with the other. Once he was in perfect position, she said, "Okay, go ahead, sweetie. And be gentle. I'm still a virgin."

Kevin was a perfect gentleman taking her oh-so-slowly a tiny bit at a time. As the head of his cock popped inside of her, Kyleigh gasped and winced. "You okay?" he asked.

"I'm...wonderful," she cooed. "More—please!"

Kevin gave her two more inches very slowly as she lifted up then back down to take ever more of him inside her. After a very long and slow process, Kyleigh lowered herself all the way down and held his entire length inside her. "My God! You are so big!" she moaned.

"You feel amazing," he told her as he kissed her again.

"You, too!" she cried. "You feel SO good inside me. Oh, my God, I love this!"

Kyleigh slowly raised her bottom up then slowly slid back down taking him all the way to the hilt. Knowing there was no more pain involved, she began raising and lowering a little faster each time until she was ready for him to take over.

As she held steady in one place, Kevin began thrusting. "Yes! Oh, my God...yes! Oh, fuck me, please!" she cried. "Please God...fuck me...hard!"

Kevin rammed his cock in hard then out, over and over and over. Kyleigh was loving the way he felt hitting her prostate and sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her small body. "I'm gonna cum," she said. For the first time in her life she was indeed going to cum without being touched.

"Go ahead, baby," he told her. "Cum all over me."

"Cum inside me!" she begged him as he jackhammered her for all he was worth. As Kevin stopped moving and began grunting, Kyleigh released several long streams onto her lover as she shot his inside her.

Kyleigh collapsed on top of him with him still inside her. "Oh, my God! That was amazing, honey!" she told him as she kissed him.

She was so caught up in being loved as a woman, she'd lost track of time. She didn't hear the front door open, but she did hear it close. As she looked up, Vicki was walking past, a big smile on her face as she put her finger to mouth and whispered, "Shhh!" to indicate there was no need to speak. She could see Kyleigh's bare arms wrapped around her boyfriend's neck and there was no need to explain what had just happened. Vicki winked and quietly headed upstairs as Kyleigh reveled in having made love with a man for the first time.

"Thank you," she said sweetly as he withdrew from her.

"My pleasure," he replied with a smile.

"I could get very used to this," she told him smiling back at him.

He went to remove his condom but she said, "Uh-uh. Let me get that for you, okay?"

She gently lifted it up and sat it on the floor next to her then took his softening cock in her hand and lovingly cleaned it off with her lips and tongue. "Mmmm. You taste so good!" she told him. "Do you want to take a shower now?"

"Only if I can take one with you," he told her flashing that wonderful smile her way.

"I think that can be arranged she said," as she stood and took his hand.

"Come with me, okay?" she said as she led him to the downstairs bathroom where she turned on the warm water. She took off her bra and breast forms, stockings and heels, and waited for him to open the shower door.

When he did, she stepped inside, turned around and waited for him to join her and to kiss her again. Thirty minutes later, they were both freshly showered and Kyleigh had again been freshly fucked.

Life with Vicki went from good to better over the following weeks and months as Kyleigh was able to make love at least one or two times a week, and Vicki had gotten a lifetime reprieve making them two very happy girls.