The Wife Ch. 06

I didn't hear Tom wake up as I prepared breakfast. Eggs over toast and a side of sausage. I was trying to flip the egg when I felt his arms encirlce around me, pulling me in tight. I let out a gasp as he did, feeling his breath on my neck as he leaned in to kiss it.

"Good morning, beautiful," He said inbetween the neck kisses. "Something smells good."

"Ha, sure," I laughed pulling out of his embrace to motion towards the plate of sausage. "Pretty sure I burned those."

"That's OK," Tom said, running his hand over my groin. "This sausage is just fine with me."

I scoffed and he gave me a quick kiss before helping me flip the eggs. I didn't object, the evidence of my many failures in the garbage. Tom seemed to have no issue though and flipped them with ease.

"I see you decided to stay as sexy Linda," Tom said. "I must say those shorts really showcase that delicious ass of yours."

I blushed.

"Sexy was last night," I said, preparing a plate. "This can't be sexy. Somehow you seem just as hot as you always do, though."

It was true. His hair had some slight curl to it that wasn't there before, but otherwise no bed head, no ruffled clothes. He looked well rested and awake before any coffee. Which I suddenly realized I'd forgot to brew any.

"Do you just always look like this?" I asked.

"Maybe," he replied with a wink. "But I still think you're sexy. It's just who you are, sexy and beautiful."

I blushed again.

"Eat your eggs," I said, laughing.

"I'd actually like to eat something else," Tom said, moving in close to me again. "I wanna show you how sexy and beautiful you are right now."

With a sudden swoop, Tom picked me up, catching me off guard. A small, "oh" escaped before he set me down on top of the kitchen table. It amazed me how strong he was, picking me up with ease. With out pause he removed the shorts and new panties letting them fall to the floor. The fake wooden table squeaked at this, not used to so much use, let alone this type of use. My cock sprang to attention as Tom took it in his hand.

"Oh," he said stroking it. "Breakfast is ready."

"Wha.." I said but was cut off by Tom kneeling down and taking me inside his mouth. My mind melted at the waves of ecstasy that began flooding my body. He took it with ease, running his tongue around the head as he sucked in the shaft.

"OH FUCK," I moaned loudly. "OH GOD."

Tom used his hand to hold me steady and his other to play with my balls, massaging them as he ate his breakfast. The sensation enhanced the pleasure I was floating in, each touch getting dangerously close to sending me over the edge. It didn't take long, Tom's expert mouth brought me to the fastest orgasm I'd ever had. Colors in the room washed over my eyes, blurring together into a sea of color.

I wrapped my legs around his head and was vaguely aware that I was screaming "OH FUCK!" as I came down his throat. I don't know how long it lasted but I fell backwards on the table lost in my sea of bliss. I didn't have time to recover as I felt my legs being lifted up. Tom stood up and wiped some excess cum from his chin, a giddy smile on his face as he propped my legs against his chest, exposing my asshole.

"Mmm mmm," Tom said. "That was tasty, but it's my turn now."

Still reeling from the blowjob, I felt him push his hard cock into my ass. He thrust forward, gently pushing himself further and further in. Each passing inch adding to my blissful haze. I moaned and gripped the table as he had gone as far as he had to go and began thrusting in and out of me. I could feel his balls slapping my ass cheeks.

'How are they still so full?' I wondered before that thought was washed away as I felt another orgasm building. Wonder and excitement filled me as it did. Tom was quickening his pace as well, seeming super turned on from whatever he was seeing.

"Oh fuck me, Linda," Tom said. "You're so fucking...hngh...I can't fucking take it. You're so fucking hot right now, it's driving me mad."

He increased the pace of his thrusts, sending silverware flying off the table from the power of it all. I couldn't say anything. It felt as if Tom was reaching further into me than he ever had and was hitting spots I didn't even know existed. It was all I could focus on. My free fall in ecstasy.

"Oh baby, oh Linda, I'm going to cum," Tom said lowly, His green eyes hazed over as he approached orgamsm. I expected him to push into me and fill me but instead he pulled out and shot cum everywhere. Some so powerful it even landed on my face. I stroked myself as he did, not having to wait long, the excitement of the situation driving me over again. My orgasm less in terms of cum from the last but powerful on my body. Numbness overtook my mind, my legs like jello.

I started to regain a sense of my surroundings. Tom had sunk into a chair and was admiring his handiwork. I couldn't move still but I was aware of the amount of cum I was covered in. I giggled between my panting breaths.

"That was a good breakfast," I panted.

"I think I ruined your eggs," Tom said, motioning towards the untouched plates. It was hard to see, but they were definitely covered in Tom's cum.

"Oh, that's OK," I responded. "Pretty sure I burned it anyway."

"We should get you cleaned up," Tom said, pushing up from his chair.

Tom helped me stand and together we showered and cleaned up our mess. It was bizarre sharing a shower with Tom, the temptation to play with his cock immediately entered in my mind. Though I knew I wouldn't have the energy to make him cum again, and that's if he could. Tom helped me wash all the cum from my body, his fingers lingering on my ass.

In turn, I returned the favor, helping him get his back and letting my hands wander to cock, which even soft was huge in my hand. It responded to my touch, though it was definitely not ready to go again. I was glad we had skipped the eggs, this intimate moment serving far more than the eggs would've.

Afterwards, once we were all dried and redressed. I changed into a t-shirt and jeans since everything else was needing cleaned. I hadn't worn many of my old shirts and jeans since I had begun exploring with dresses and skirts. They fit comfortably, but as I put them on it felt like wearing an old baseball uniform. Something you used to wear a lot, but now collects dust in the closet. It felt like something was missing.

We stopped at a little diner that was near my apartment, where Tom bought more food before he had to be on his way. Traveling again this time in his rental car, driving some god awful distance.

"So, I need to ask, love," Tom said biting into a pancake energetically. "Do I need to start calling you Linda?"

I hesitated, caught off guard by the directness of the question. I hadn't thought of that. I knew what he was really asking, and I wasn't sure how to answer. I enjoyed each time I was Linda, but I enjoyed being Max too. It was all I had ever known until recently. It wasn't just the sex either. I loved feeling the smoothness of my legs. I enjoyed the process of putting on makeup, even though I had a lot of practicing to do. I loved the amount of options in clothing there was.

But if I loved all of that, where did that leave the old me? Where did that leave Max?

"I don't honestly know," I replied cautiously. "Whenever I think about it, everything gets confusing. I can't keep the questions from flowing in, but I don't have answers to them either."

"I see," Tom nodded. "I've been there."

"Really?" I asked.

"Well, not where you're at exactly, but I'm familiar with confusion and fear." He replied. "You find yourself faced with this new thing, something that fills you with a joy so pure and powerful; you can't help but pursue it. Then you look at what it's costing you and you're not sure if it's worth it."

"That's...not entirely inaccurate." I sighed. Tom shrugged.

"Like I said, love. It's not going to be an exact match. Nothing ever is. There's good and bad to everything in this life. The only thing I can suggest is do what makes you happy."

"Are you happy?" I asked. "The thing you found, was it worth it?"

I almost wanted to ask what it was that he had found, but I didn't want to pry. Maybe I didn't want to know. It seemed personal after all.

"It was," Tom said without hesitation. "It took me a long time to come to terms with it, but in the end, I'm glad I did."

"How did you do it?" I asked. "I don't even know where to begin."

"Well for me, it was a therapist in small town Virginia. It doesn't hurt to talk to someone about what you're feeling. They can help. For you, maybe just find someone to talk to." Tom said.

I weighed the words he said as we finished our food. A silence fell over us, but not an uncomfortable one. Tom gave me a quick kiss as he dropped me off, placing his hand encouragingly on my leg.

"I'll let you know when I'm back in town," he said. "Remember, I'd love to see either Max or Linda. I've had a lot of fun with both."

With that he was gone again. Leaving me alone with these quiet questions that couldn't seem to stop getting louder.

Sincerely,

Linda