The Wife Ch. 07

"Normally I'm pretty good at keeping it tucked," Vivian said, "but you got me so horny with your stories, I just couldn't hold it back. It doesn't help that your so damn sexy."

She took a step closer to me. My hand automatically reached for her cock, stroking it gently. It perked up further at my touch as if welcoming my hand by getting harder. I let my desire take over, hungrily taking her cock in my mouth. Vivian moaned in response, running her hand through my hair before using it as a grip to push it further down her cock.

Instinctively, my throat relaxed as I felt her cock enter my throat. It didn't stop there however, pushing further than anyone else had ever been able to. I gagged a little but quickly regained control before reaching the base. I felt her balls tap on my chin. They were pretty heavy and smooth to the touch. I gave them a small squeeze as I withdrew halfway up the shaft. Vivian moaned again and stiffened at the pressure then again as I drove my head back down to the base.

"You're pretty good at that," Vivian purred. "Let's see how good."

She gripped handfuls of hair on both sides of my head before plowing her cock in my face. The motion caught me of guard and I choked and gagged as she fucked my throat. It was all I could do to hold on by placing my hands on the couch, steadying me enough that I could take her a bit easier.

"Oh Linda," Vivian was saying. "Oh. You're throat feels so fucking good."

I could only moan between gagging sounds in response. This seemed to only fuel her as she increased her pace. I could feel her tensing up with each passing moment, her orgasm building quickly. Which was a relief because I couldn't take much more without passing out from lack of oxygen. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I lost myself in a blissful ecstasy.

"Oh fuck Linda," Vivian said. "OH FUCK. OH FUCK! OH I'M CUMMING LINDA. OH, TAKE MY FUCKING CUM FOR ME. I WANNA SEE YOU DRINK IT!"

Vivian gave one final thrust, pushing her cock as far in as it could physically go and emptied her load straight down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could as fast as I could, but there was so much cum that when she finally pulled out I had to catch the rest in my mouth, some dribbling out onto my chin. I swallowed it all, putting out my tongue to show her I had.

Vivian looked pleased and sank back onto the couch, breathing almost as heavily as I was.

"No one's ever been able to take my cock like that," she panted. "You're really fucking good at that."

"That's not the only thing I'm good at," I said. I stood up to remove my own jeans and revealed my own cock, which was considerably smaller but eagerly pushing against the soft silk of my panties. I quickly straddled Vivian while positioning her cock at the entrance to my ass. A quick shifting of my panties and I pushed down with my ass, taking her whole cock in one fell swoop.

I couldn't help but cry out as I did, as did Vivian. I had to take a moment since my asshole had never been stretched this much before, but Vivian didn't want to wait. I felt her hands squeeze my ass cheeks as she took control and moved me up and down her shaft. The motion causing me to have to lean forward so my head was next to hers.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned in her ear, gripping her tightly. "Oh my fucking god, you're so big!"

"And you're so fucking tight," Vivian replied. "Now are you going to ride me, or am I going to have to do all the work?"

I sat up straight, feeling her slide all the way back in before going to work and bucking my hips into her. The pleasure that flooded my body was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was if with each motion set off an explosion of ecstasy, each breath clouding my head more and each whiff of her perfume, mixed with the musk of our lovemaking driving me deeper into a haze.

Vivian bucked her hips in conjunction with mine, grabbing my hips to stabilize me as she fucked me. I glanced down at her to see her piercing eyes watching me. Absorbing every detail of my face as I rode her dick. She was saying something, but in my blissful haze I could barely register what she was saying.

"I'm going to fill your ass, Linda," Vivian said. "Are you ready for me to fill your ass?"

"Oh god yes," I replied. "Oh fuck, I want to feel it."

"Beg me for my cum then," Vivian said. "Beg me to release my seed into you."

"Please, Vivian," I begged. "Please let me have your cum. Please...gah... Please... please, please, PLEASE! PLEASE CUM IN ME!"

"As you wish, my little pet," Vivian said. With a few more quick thrusts I felt her stiffen up again. Her hands gripping my hips tightly holding me down as he cock once again unloaded itself into me. Her warm cum shooting deep inside my ass her dick creating the seal that held it all in. I leaned back against her, her lips finding mine. We kissed passionately as her cum slowly leaked from where she was still buried in me.

I thought that would be the end there but I was wrong as she gripped me tightly in a hug, and lifted me off the couch and brought me through a door way into a bedroom. She never broke the kiss nor pull out from my ass until she reached the bed. She gently set me down before pulling out a buttplug from the bedside drawer.

"Put this in," she said. "Don't take it out until I tell you too."

I did as she instructed, inserting the large plug with little effort, thanks to how stretched I was. The cool metal stung pleasurably as I pushed it in. Vivian then pulled out a vibrating wand before laying down beside me. Turning on the powerful tool.

"You're turn to cum now, but you can't touch." Vivian instructed. She unbuttoned my blouse allowing fresh cool air to breeze across my skin. I felt the goosebumps shoot through my body, causing me to shiver. Half in anticipation, half from the cold. She moved my padded bra upwards to gain access to my nipples.

In one quick motion later, the vibrator was at the base of my shaft and Vivian's mouth was on my nipples. She ran her tongue in circles as he pressed the vibrator firmly into my balls and rubbed them with it through the panties. The vibration was so powerful, I could feel it resonating in the butt plug holding in her cum. The pleasure I felt was overwhelming. I couldn't say anything, make any noise save for a small whimper of pleasure as she paid extra attention to spots.

Occasionally, she would adjust which nipple she was paying attention to, but never gave me any pause from her wand. I felt it deep inside, my orgasm building. It traveled from the base of my balls, to the tips of my toes. Flooding my body with it's pleasurable warmth before I finally came, shooting cum through the fabric of my panties. Vivian didn't seem to want to stop there, only after hearing me beg for mercy did she turn off the wand, allowing me to catch my breath.

"Oh my god," I breathed. "That was intense. I don't think I've ever cum that hard before."

Vivian laughed laying down beside me.

"I've never seen anyone enjoy the wand that much before," Vivian said. "and she's seen a lot of action."

I wasn't surprised. With as attractive as she was and how experienced she seemed, I was willing to bet a lot of people had been lucky enough to spend a night here. She rolled over and pulled me into a cuddle with her.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she yawned.

"I glad you invited me in," I responded, grateful for the contact. "I wasn't expecting this, but I'm glad it happened."

"I wasn't expecting that either, but damn you've had some adventures," Vivian said. "I felt like maybe I should see what the rave was about. Let me tell you, you do not disappoint. You're a natural cocksucker."

I giggled. For a minute we laid there, enjoying each other's body heat as we came down from our orgasmic high. I could feel her erection still pushing against me, her dick still semi hard.

"Damn, are you still horny?" I asked.

"I'm always horny, but I'm sated enough for now," Vivian replied, running her hands up and down my bare skin. My mind began to wander as we lay there. It seemed that a million questions presented themselves simultaneously.

"So, when you said Sara helped you understand who you are, you mean she...?" I trailed off.

"She helped me transition, yes," Vivian said, hesitantly. "She gave me a shoulder to lean on, to go shopping with, helped me get into therapy. She helped me come to terms with my gender identity."

It had made sense before, but now it finally clicked. It was the same. That was why she had approached me. Seeing me go through the same process she had gone through, the same pain. The sex was an added and welcome benefit, I admitted to myself.

"So, if you transitioned, how did you get such beautiful breasts and such a gorgeous cock?" I asked. "Doesn't estrogen shrink the penis?"

"Sometimes," Vivian said. "Sometimes not. It doesn't shrink as much if you use it frequently, plus if you do smaller doses it doesn't affect it as much. My biggest choice was top surgery. I wanted the femininity but I like my cock too much, didn't want to see it go. Everyone's different, though."

"So, you've just always had a massive penis," I said, trying to imagine how it could be any bigger. "Why did you trasnsition? If it's alright if I ask."

A pause.

"It is," Vivian finally said. "I've always felt...off...with myself. I couldn't tell you what it was at the time, I just knew something wasn't right. I didn't have a name or a way to define it until I met Sara. She liked to dress me up in her clothes and peg me. At first I resisted but I liked being with her so much, that I thought that I would try. For her. I didn't know that it would intensify that feeling while answering it at the same time. It confused the hell out of me.

"It wasn't until I started therapy for it that I fully understood. My therapist helped me gather resources and presented me with options. For the first time, I knew what I needed to do. Every step of the way felt right. Like putting on the right size shoe. It just fit."

Silence again as she continued stroking my arm, absentmindedly. It felt right. What she said seemed to resonate within me. I remembered how I felt each time I tried a first. How it felt like coming home after a long day. The pain of seeing myself in the mirror and being unable to change certain masculine features. Features that weren't bad, but I didn't always enjoy. The discomfort from every time I put on the padded bras, knowing that they weren't real and wishing that they were.

My thoughts exploded with the idea. Could I try this for myself? Would it be the right move? What if I didn't like that version of myself either?

"Have you thought about going on HRT?" Vivian asked, seemingly reading my thoughts.

"Honestly, no," I said. "It's strange though."

"Strange how?" Vivian asked, though her tone wasn't a curious one, it was a knowing one.

"I don't know," I said. "Looking back on the last few months, searching for a mysterious answer, and you just pop in with them all, and it's like 'How did I not get this?'"

I felt her nod knowingly next to me. For a while after we laid naked, talking about life. Vivian's experiences transitioning. The ups and downs of it all. I just listened, absorbing her tale. The hours passed as if they were minutes and the minutes like seconds. We moved from the bed to the couch, to the bed again.

It was too late to return to my own place, as Vivian insisted that I spend the night. I was too tired to argue. I was enjoying myself too much anyway. Though despite that tired feeling, we never went to sleep. A fact that we noticed as the morning sun peeked through her windows.

"Well shit," I said. "I guess, there's no sleep for me. Not if I also want to make my finals."

Vivian nodded somberly.

"Looks like there's no sleep for you."

It felt like years had passed since the beginning of the year, even longer since midterms. Now the last class would be today and the university would be done for the summer. My grades weren't really what held my thoughts though. This was the last set of classes and yet I hadn't seen James. Not just him not being here to administer the test, but I wasn't sure what this meant for the future.

Our relationship hadn't been anything other than casual, but the day in Dean Williams office made me feel like I at least deserved to know what the hell was going on. He had been my most steady fling at least, and I really was getting tired of circling the same dating app and meeting the same results. For every Tom or James, there were a thousand flakes.

I tried to push these thoughts from my head, instead focusing on getting ready mentally for the tests. Vivian walked with me as far as the coffee shop, explaining that her shift would start soon, but not before she gave me a slip of paper with her number on it and another paper with a name and number.

"That's my therapist, the one that helped me get on HRT," Vivian said. "She's amazing and I think she'll help you as well."

I hesitated, only briefly before thanking her and pocketing both.

"I'll give her a call," I promised.

"Let's hang out again sometime, too," Vivian smiled warmly.

"Clothing optional?" I asked flirtatiously.

"Woah, ma'am," Vivian laughed. "You are sprightly, aren't you?"

"Can't help it," I sighed. "That was a really fun night!"

"That it was," Vivian said. "Now go, before we're both late."

With that, Vivian disappeared into the shop with a wave. Her bright smile filled me with a warm feeling. As I watched her a moment longer, I realized, I hadn't just had a fun, sexy night. I'd made a friend.

Hours later, I found myself sitting in my final class, concentrating on the scan sheet of multiple choice questions. The final for James' class started with a written essay question and the state required test. A sheet filled with seemingly meaningless bubbles that taunted each mark you made. I wasn't alone in finding them intimidating. Not from their challenge to our skills, but from the choice. Answering a question might be hard but at least it didn't numb your brain. Or limit your answer to four options, three of which could mean a fail.

It didn't help that Vivian's butt plug was still inside me, rubbing every sensitive part of my ass every time I shifted slightly. The feeling was pleasurable, but distracting. I hadn't had time to take a shower, consequently I had forgotten to remove it as I had switched into a t-shirt and jeans before rushing out the door. I did however spare a moment to check my phone, though to no surprise, there was no message from James, but a check in from Tom. However brief a moment he had.

"Ten minutes left, ladies and gents," Professor Horace called.

Ten minutes seemed like an eternity away even though it filled everyone with panic. Some turning white as they realized, and others flushing with color. Either way, a lot of the class started rushing and some even started filling in randomly, too fart behind to accurately answer every question anyway. My own sheet had only thirteen left but with the way my mind had been all morning, it was a miracle I'd even gotten that far. I shook my head to clear it of the haziness. Wine, sex and no sleep may have seemed like a good idea at the time but now I was paying the price.

Fuck it. I thought.

Ten minutes later and somehow I finished. I breathed a sigh of relief as Professor Horace called time. I was done. No more classes, no more tests. At least not for another little while. The university offered summer courses but I had decided to keep summer for myself. Besides, only one more year of college, then I'd be done for good. The only downside to this was that I would have to find a place to stay during the summer months. Which usually wasn't to hard, with how many students were always in town, apartments were always opening up for fairly cheap.

I moved through the crowd of students commiserating about the test results. I didn't care to know about mine, at this point, whatever befell of my grades was what it would be. Though I'd be lying if a small portion of me didn't hope that they were OK.

I checked my phone once I was outside, breathing in fresh air and the sound of the campus. Which was much better from the loudness of the halls. There was a new text but from a number I didn't recognize.

'Linda, the time has come for you to join me. The time for your punishment."

The text was followed by an address near the school and a time. I felt my face drain of color, and a chill shot through my body before settling in my toes and fingers. I wondered if I should text back. My senses told me that that would be a terrible idea but my curiosity wanted me to find out. What punishment? Was this related to James and the Dean? No answers were provided but in my heart I knew.

I quickly returned home, lost in my deliberations. So lost that I didn't realize there was a package blocking my door, causing me to trip over it. It wasn't very big, a medium size and fairly light. I wasn't expecting a package, and combined with the mysterious text message, I shouldn't have done it. Yet I did. I placed it on the table and sliced it open with a pair of scissors. The contents inside answered every question and filled me with dread and excitement at the same time.

Inside was bondage gear. Black, latex bondage gear. Laid on the very top was a bright pink collar, contrasting the black latex and hosting a bright silver coin. It said Linda.

Until the next time,

Linda