My Long Road: Husband Wife Pt. 08

I worked out in a gym, where, naturally, I dressed distinctly female and used the women's bathroom. The hormones I was taking helped me fill out my leggings nicely. The hormones smoothed out my body and added some baby fat over my diminishing male muscles. Now, I kept comparing my bod to the other women there. Were my buns as sexy as theirs? My tits comparable? My movements as feminine? My clothing as revealing?

So, I met this woman Briana there. I was impressed. She worked out daily, while I only came in weekly. She could lift impressive weights, and her body showed more muscle than mine.

While other women split their time between working out, socializing and looking at their smart phones, Briana was the workout queen. Her buns were well defined; her tits small. Thankfully, she didn't go overboard and get muscle-grotesque.

It was I who approached her. I needed to know how to set up a particular piece of workout machinery. Our relationship slowly grew over several months. She was a manager at our local water district, a lifetime government employee, my age, and currently without a partner. The first time she met me, she said she knew I was trans. She wanted to know about my transition; did I still have my dick?

So, once we got all that out of the way, things moved along. She was more aggressive than me, but she still had good manners. She had a wholesome Germanic or Polish look and was noticeably taller than me. She had a strong ethos and fix on life. I ended up coming to the gym more, and I introduced her to Erica and Susan. We went out on a couple "dates" to restaurants. I visited her apartment. We kissed a couple times. I wasn't in a hurry, nor was she. We mainly talked a lot. I was learning stuff about her.

She was bi. She'd been married once, but he cheated and that was that. After that was a female relationship that lasted four years. "She was so immature," Briana said. "Spent too much money."

She found my journey to womanhood a bit hard to believe. "Really?" she said. "Your mother-in-law made you do that? And then you had sex with her?" She laughed. "Oh, my god."

Me: "And then she bequeathed her house to me."

We arrived at the point where she told me to use her nickname, Brie.

One night after going to a movie, Brie, on the drive to drop her off, said, "Erica, let's sleep together tonight. Because, look, I like you, you're plenty of woman for me, and why not take it to the next level?"

Driving, I placed my hand over hers, and said, "I've been wanting this." She leaned over and kissed my neck.

As we undressed in her bedroom -- no prelims needed with this lady -- I couldn't help but be even more impressed with her derriere. The term "buns of steel" comes to mind. I wished her tits were more generous, but at least they were pert and naturally uplifted.

So there I stood, feminine except for my half-erect dick. She walked over to hold it. That coaxed it to stiffen further, though of course my hormones were causing it not to totally unfurl itself.

"I'm going to take a Viagra," I said. "I take hormones, you know."

"Oh, right."

Upon my return, she was lying on her big bed with the room light down low. Her bent legs were deliberately spread wide apart. She motioned me over and pointed to her quite attractive cunt. "Like you to taste me, girl. Make me feel good."

Which I was only too happy to do. To tongue this amazon.

Women with muscles have always turned me on, whether I was the old Wayne or the new Lynn. Tough ladies who didn't beat around the bush.

So I went in for the kill. Her juices offered an exotic taste as I babied her clit with my roving tongue. Then I gently sucked it in and out. That did excite her, but she wanted more. Reaching down, she pushed my head against her mound and told me to "really" eat her. I did just that, getting her juices all over my face as I voraciously entertained her lips and clit. She soon began coming to the good place -- raising her pelvis, provoking even more of a tonguefest -- and now she was coming with a deep breath and gasp, and more, and more, until she fell flat in exhaustion.

My god, when this girl does sex, she never stops, I thought. Just like a gym workout.

After a minute, with me lying alongside her, she ventured, "Well, Lynn, I'd say that was darn near perfect. Wow. I'll have to call you the tonguemaster."

"I lick to please," I deadpanned.

After we'd lain there for minutes, I asked, "Mind if I beat off? I'm highly loaded to fire."

"I'll tell you," she said, "let's smoke a little doobie, and then it'll be your turn."

Which we did. That late in the evening, pot was making me a bit sleepy. But she jumpstarted me by petting my eager boi clit. Then she obligingly went into a doggie position, while lowering her head and shoulders to the bed. Her cunt was still wet and naturally lubed when I went in with my Viagra-enhanced shaft.

No gentle intro for this woman. I began pumping hard and fast from the getgo, bouncing against her fabulous buns while holding on to her sexy hips for leverage. Her cunt was so deep and generous, it took but a minute for me to explode. I don't know how much sperm I pumped into her, several quarts? Anyway, that's what it felt like.

After I withdrew, I took reckless advantage of her by slapping her butt roundly. I idly wondered what her reaction would be. She loved it. Wanted three more love taps.

With that, we showered, got into our nightgowns and fell fast asleep. She didn't want to spoon.

After that, we were much closer. Lynn and Brie.

*****

She kept seeing me as this strange exotic flower she needed to explore. Always so inquisitive, and with sex not the furthest thing in her mind. She had to know how it felt to begin living as a woman, and if I felt "one hundred percent female." If wearing women's things turned me on. How I saw the world from my unique perspective.

I asked her if she'd ever wondered what it felt like to be a man -- if she ever got jealous of all the muscles and weight-lifting ability of the men at the gym.

"No, not really," she said. "I just enjoy showing them how much weight I can handle. And, I know they're always checking my bod out, buns and tits; I like that. There's this unspoken competition with the other women there. Like, there are the petite girls with nice figures who only do stretches, or lift little weights, or there are the girls with money who always have a personal trainer with them. Then there are the three or four women there with my level of development. Hey, I'm very happy as I am. I'm glad I've got the genes to have my figure."

The times we were in the gym together, we never went in as a pair. She was more into barbells and weights and I was more into aerobics. It was so interesting now, seeing the gym regulars through her eyes.

What more did we do in bed? Well, there was the occasional BJ, and she liked to sit on my cock and do all the rock 'n' roll herself. Yeah, she was really into that. She liked to tie me four-square onto her bed and tease me, edge me, driving me deliciously nuts. Once in a while we did a double dildo thing, like two lesbians. Then there were the sessions with a vibrator-- she'd bought one that had an extension so she could anally milk my prostate. The main course was me eating her out. Sex with Brie was never boring.

On the broader level, we spent more and more time together. For some reason, maybe for control reasons, she never wanted to come to my place, although she'd met Erica and Susan before. Everything was at her place, even though my place was larger and spiffier.

When we ate out, I always enjoyed seeing the reactions of diners as we walked down an aisle. I knew precisely what they were thinking: Here comes this tall, confident, muscled woman, followed by her girly-girly lesbian lover girlfriend! I loved to play my role to the hilt. We'd go hiking or bikeriding, and there was the same reaction from strangers we met.

After six months, we knew we wanted to live together. She introduced me to her family and siblings, and that went smoothly enough. One of her brothers did make some kind of offhand, snide remark about trans people, but I let it slide. Brie took him aside.

Problem was, Brie didn't want to live at my place, and vice versa. After a lot of going around on what to do, we decided to move to the hills amid the forest and wildlife. I turned my home into an Airbnb, and had a real estate agency handle the rentals (unfortunately, Erica and Susan had to move).

So Brie and I bought (believe it or not) a one-level, spacious log cabin with four acres of forest. The nearest store was five miles away. This was after she'd managed a transfer to a water job closer to our love nest.

I was able to do most of my interior design work remotely, making a trip down to the flatlands every week or so.

We had enough money pooled together to make one of the large rooms in our place a workout room.

I remember our first night together there after we'd completely moved in. We spooned the whole night, and this was completely unlike Brie! In the morning, under our white comforter, with me still hugging her, I was drawn to the warmth of her pussy. She was half awake. I reached down and began to angle my erect cock, seeking to reach her vagina. Now, she took over, putting my rod into her, with an "Mmmmmmm."

I began small thrusts into her wetness, then reached around to cup her breast and play with her nipple. Began pinching it lightly.

"Pinch harder."

I pinched harder.

"Even harder."

I pinched even harder.

Now she was really into it. She reached down, and of course she was playing with her clit.

"Don't cum right away," I said.

"That's hard to do," she said.

I stopped pinching and just played with her nipple.

"See if we can prolong things. You know, see where that leads," I urged.

Damned if we didn't edge each other for around five minutes before we lost all control and both came at about the same time.

*****

And so life in the hills commenced. Lynn and Brie. We got married. We got older and wiser. We never stopped enjoying each other.

We had two children, and got older.

I stopped doing interior design and began to do how-to books on the subject, along with YouTube videos. This all combined to sell enough books to make "how-to" my fulltime occupation.

Living in our country house was like living in a Thomas Kincade painting, as schmaltzy as that sounds!

This all began when my dear departed wife (God rest her soul) began to put lipstick and lingerie on me, beginning my trip to Lynn's world.

I've been very lucky in life, adopting femininity and gentleness and becoming more fulfilled as a woman. I became the good wife of a strong and sexual partner.

Such things are made in heaven.

(The end -- Thank you for following "My Long Road.")