Ghost of a Chance

Ghost of a chance

An April - September Romance

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I don't believe in destiny, or the guiding hand of fate;

I don't believe in forever, or love as a mystical state;

I don't believe in the stars or the planets, or angels watching from above;

But I believe there's a ghost of a chance, we can find someone to love.

And make it last!

Neil Peart

Rush

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I met Traci in line at the post office one warm early summer day. She was slim, pretty, and young.

First a bit about me. I'm Greg. I'm 64 years old, 6'3" tall and weigh consistently between 220 and 225 lbs. I look much younger than I am; in fact, I remember being in my early 30's while out for dinner with some colleagues from work and being carded by the server when I ordered a beer. At 64 I still have all my teeth, except for one molar that got knocked out by an elbow during a basketball game in high school. I have a full head of brown hair that is sprinkled with some gray. Over the years I accumulated quite a lot of money in my retirement portfolio and with the help of a tremendous financial advisor and some great investments she made on my behalf I was able to retire at 61 years old with over $3 million in savings. That was 3 years ago. I moved to Kentucky for retirement mainly because in the times I visited for work I found the people to be welcoming and friendly, the area is nearly devoid of snow in the winter and pretty much hurricane free. I built a house on a one-acre lot in a nice new winding subdivision of approximately 75 new homes. I had the house built with a basement level (which is not particularly common in these parts) to facilitate my hobby of repairing model trains and model railroading in general.

At any rate, I had just finished up a repair project for a friend and was in line at the Post Office one Friday morning waiting to mail it back to him. I was wondering, out loud apparently, about what they were giving away inside the post office to attract such a crowd because it wasn't the Christmas rush and the line was out the door of the customer service area into the main lobby area; I was perhaps 15th in line, when a female voice behind me said "it's always like this on Friday mornings." I turned around to find a quite attractive woman standing in line behind me.

"Sorry, did I complain out loud?" I said as I smiled at her. "Really, I hope I'm not getting senile or anything."

"Hey, I get it, we all wonder what the heck is going on in the post office. They never seem to have enough help in there, especially on Fridays and around the first of the month," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "So, what are you shipping?"

"Oh, I just finished repairing a couple of HO scale locomotives for a buddy in North Carolina. How about you?"

"Just sending back some shoes I ordered that were wrong. Wrong color! Wrong size! Wrong style! Frankly I have to wonder who they hire in the warehouse to pick this stuff for shipment. It isn't anything close to what I ordered," she said laughing.

I chuckled too. "By the way, I'm Greg," I said, sticking out my hand introducing myself.

"Hi Greg, I'm Traci" she smiled back.

We chit-chatted as we moved up in line a couple of spots. "So, what are you doing after you send your package," she asked?

"Nothing planned," I replied, "would you like to grab a coffee or something after you're done?"

"Sure, that sounds like fun."

"How about that new place across from the mall, have you been there yet," I quizzed?

"No I haven't, let's try it."

After we finally got through the line at the post office, we drove our own cars up to the coffee shop. I ordered a Earl Grey tea and Traci ordered a latte.

"No coffee for you," Traci asked as we sat at a table.

"No, I never acquired a taste for it. I've tried several times over the years, and I just can't get interested in the taste. Strangely, I love the aroma of coffee - go figure." Checking out her clothes, Traci was wearing pale lavender scrubs, I commented, "so it looks like you're in the medical field."

"Sort of," she replied, "I'm a partner in the animal hospital here in town. I'm a veterinarian." Traci was perhaps 5' 5" or 5'6" and while it's hard to tell in her scrubs, I'd say she only weighed about 120 pounds.

"Wow, that's really cool. I'm sure that keeps you busy."

"It does, but I usually take Friday afternoons off when I'm the weekend on-call veterinarian for emergency services. Today though I do have one patient appointment this afternoon to check the thyroid of a customer's cat."

We chatted for probably 20 minutes or so while we finished our beverages. Traci told me she was 36. An only child of two only children for parents. She graduated from the University of Pennsylvania Veterinary School. After chatting a bit more, Traci said she needed to head back to the clinic. I told her I was 64 and retired after a long career in mechanical engineering. It was at this point I got brave and asked Traci if she'd like to go to dinner together this evening.

"Sure, that sounds great." Quietly Traci continued, leaning closer, "However, before things go too much further, I do need to tell you that I'm transgender, I was born a boy. I started my transition when I was 18."

Looking at Traci's pretty face I replied, "I'm not intimidated by that; all I see is a beautiful, successful woman." In the back of my mind I was wondering if this was a test to see if I would make any bigoted remarks. To me Traci showed all the appearances of being a CIS woman. Her voice was plain spoken and completely female; her mannerisms were completely female. Nothing was exaggerated. Either way, I enjoyed talking with her and wanted to learn more about her.

Traci looked me in the eyes, perhaps evaluating if she could trust me. "Give me your address," she said, "I'll meet you at your house since I don't know how long this patient visit will take, and I will want to change before dinner."

I gave her the address. "It's in that new subdivision out off Silver Spring Road. Do you know the place?" Traci said she did, and we exchanged phone numbers in case something came up and she had to cancel. She indicated she thought it might be close to six o'clock before she got to my house. I said that was fine with me.

When I got home, I cleaned up around my model train workshop, it really needed it as I had not put my tools and such away after making a few customer repairs. It was getting on toward 4:30, so I shaved and took a shower. Not knowing how Traci would be dressed, I picked out a neutral pair of tan slacks and a windowpane check short-sleeved shirt. As 6:00 approached the wind picked up and the skies darkened as it appeared we were going to get a spring thunderstorm. Just as Traci pulled in the drive and exited her car the skies opened up and it started pouring down rain. Traci just made it to the shelter of the front porch before getting too wet as I welcomed her at the front door. "Do you need a towel," I asked. Traci looked great wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a peach colored knit top. Her gray eyes sparkled in the light of the foyer as she came in and her shoulder-length brown hair had just a slight tinge of red when the light hit it a certain way. Her make-up was so natural looking it was almost imperceptible that she was wearing any. And boy did she look good in those jeans; she had firm round butt cheeks that perfectly filled the jeans, and that nice gap at the tops of her thighs - no thigh chafing for this woman. The wedge heeled sandals she was wearing made the outfit perfect. Quite simply, she was gorgeous.

"No, I dodged most of the drops," she chuckled as she came into the front door. Looking around she commented, "hey, you keep a pretty nice place here."

Laughing I explained, "Yeah, well I have to give the credit to the Jiffy Maids for that. I can run the vacuum, wash my clothes, and I cook pretty well, especially on the grill, but I hate, I mean really hate, dusting and deep cleaning, so I hire it out. They come to make my place look amazing every two weeks."

I continued, "Since it looks like we'll get soaked before we can make it to your car, let me give you the nickel tour." I showed Traci around the house, out onto the covered patio, where she immediately noticed the screened-in pool.

"Do you like to swim," she asked?

"I'm not a swimmer per-say, but I like to take a dip, especially when it is hot outside. Mostly I had it installed for the resale value of the house years down the road," I explained. We continued the tour down into my lower-level realm where I did my model train repairs and built my model railroad (I really should say building, because as any model railroader will tell you it's never truly done). Traci was suitably impressed I guess as she didn't rag on me about being a grown man playing with toys. In my mind that was a positive.

As we got to the top of the stairs from the lower level, the lights went out. Fortunately, the rain had let up considerably, "I guess this is our cue to go. What do you think about Mexican food for dinner," I asked?

"That sounds good to me; are you thinking of Los Mariachis," Traci asked?

"Yes, I try to get there a couple times a month. Emilio runs a great place, and the decor is really cool."

"Yeah, I really like that place. Good, then I already know what I'm going to order," she said excitedly.

So, we jumped in her car, a small SUV really, a Toyota RAV 4. As we curved through the main drive of the neighborhood we got closer to the main entrance and saw a plethora of flashing lights arriving there as well on the Silver Spring Road side of things.. One of the big oaks that guarded the entrance came down across the entrance to the sub-division. Traci pulled up and stopped about 50 feet from the end of the street. We were trapped, as neither of the adjacent sub-divisions had their roads built yet, so this was the only way in or out of our development. I got out and went to talk to one of the workers. It was clearly going to be some time until the mess was cleaned up, and apparently this was the cause of the power failure. The subdivision utilities were all underground, but the feed came from the utility poles on Silver Spring Road and the tree took down the wires. I asked one of the workers if we could order a food delivery and meet the driver down here, he said we could, but we needed to be careful around the downed wires and workers. So, we went back to the house. As we drove back, I explained the situation to Traci, and I suggested we call the restaurant and see if Emilio could help us out. She liked that idea.

When we got back to the house, I called the restaurant on my cell and spoke to Emilio and explained the situation. I told him that for Traci and me it was our first date and asked if he could have someone from his team deliver to the end of our street and I would meet them? He agreed and we gave him our order. I asked him to sneak us a couple of frozen margaritas in 'to-go' cups. I told him I knew this was illegal, but I asked anyway. He laughed and said it would be our secret. While we waited, I rounded up all the flashlights and candles, both LED and wax, that I could find and we placed them around the living room, kitchen, and on the table on the patio by the pool. Meanwhile, Traci, after asking for directions as to what drawer and cabinet, was getting plates, glasses, and flat wear from the kitchen. Thirty minutes later we met Emilio at the entrance to the subdivision. "I stuck a treat in there for you two," he said, handing me a box full of food. I thanked him for helping us out and saving our first date.

Back at the house, together we started unpacking the box. In addition to our entrees there was a small bowl of queso and some tortilla chips, and a large plastic pitcher full of frozen margaritas. "Wow, Emilio really likes you," Traci proclaimed. We both laughed.

We sat and enjoyed our dinners and margaritas. Traci ordered the Grande Burrito, while I ordered the Loco Burrito. The only real difference is the Grande Burrito has grilled chicken with cheese covered in Ranchero Sauce with beans, rice, lettuce and Pico on the side. The Loco Burrito has chicken, and all the same sides, stuffed inside a larger burrito skin and it is covered with cheese sauce and ranchero sauce. After enjoying our meal, we continued talking and enjoying a second glass of margarita while the last of the daylight faded. Ultimately, after leaving the dirty dishes in the sink for later, we moved into the living room with our margaritas and the rest of our candles. We talked and talked about everything from music, to movies, to TV shows to career backgrounds. She told me she had never been in a long-term relationship since she transitioned. She had been with a few tranny chasers (her words), but pretty much gave up after starting the Animal Hospital, which took a lot of her time. I told her about the one-way street that was my first marriage, how it ended in divorce, and how later I had a relationship with Tammy and how she taught me to enjoy pegging and anal play, both giving and receiving; and how that ended in tragedy when she was killed by a drunk driver. We also spent a lot of time with soft touches and tender kisses, not a full on make-out session mind you, just lots of tender kisses and soft touches. By about midnight the power was still out, and I offered my guest room to Traci, and she accepted. We moved a bunch of the LED candles to the guest room and I left her with fresh towels and a flashlight to go with the candles. I kissed her goodnight and headed off to the master bedroom, got in bed and quickly fell asleep.

Around 3:30AM I heard the AC turn on and realized the power was back on. It was that change in sound from just crickets to that background hum you get when everything is powered up that woke me. I went through the house turning off the lights that were left on when the power went out before heading back to bed. I got up at 6:30, just like I did for years. I didn't hear Traci moving about so I brushed my teeth, washed my face in the ensuite bath and returned to bed to not wake Traci too early.

A little while later I felt Traci pull back the sheet and slip into bed behind me. She snuggled up to my nude figure (I always slept in the nude) and I could feel her naked breasts on my back. She was wearing panties because I could feel the silky-smooth cloth against my butt. "Good morning," I said quietly. Traci reached around and started playing with my right nipple and running her hand through the sparse hair on my chest.

"Good morning yourself," she replied. After playing with my nipple for several minutes she asked, "So tell me, did you change your mind about being with a transgender woman?"

"No, what would lead you to think that," I asked, surprised?

"Well, I had a wonderful evening," she started, "and I especially enjoyed our time in the living room. I was more than willing to sleep with you last night, but that didn't happen. I thought maybe you changed your mind."

"Not at all. I had a great time too. Talking to you left me excited for more, but I didn't want you to think I was just after a quick hook-up. When we talked, I found I really liked you and I wanted to build on the relationship a bit more before making a move sexually," I explained.

"That's sweet," she replied. Traci reached for my hip pointer and pulled me on to my back, nuzzling up on to my chest and kissing me. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and our tongues danced in a very passionate kiss. While this was going on Traci reached down and grasped my cock, squeezing and stroking it. She broke the kiss and asked, "Greg, are you a porn star?"

"No, why do you ask that," as my cock gradually hardened as Traci pushed the sheet away.

Sitting up a bit to look at me, she said, "Well you're shaved down there except for a small patch of hair, and your cock is probably the thickest I've ever felt; I can barely wrap my hand around it. It's heavy and feels pretty long too."

"Actually, there is quite a story that goes along with all that," I said shyly, "it sort of goes like this..." Traci put her finger over my lips to shush me as she slid down my body kissing my nipples, and my stomach and licking my navel, before giving my cock a long, wet lick.

"Oh my. Greg, I don't know if I can take this inside me. How thick is it?"

"I had a woman I was dating about 10 years ago tell me that it was the same thickness as a Red Bull can. I don't know if that is true because I've never had a Red Bull." As I was saying this Traci took the tip in her mouth and started licking it like an ice-cream cone. She only got about half my 7" in her small mouth because of the thickness, but she stroked the remainder and sucked on my cock head for dear life bobbing up and down in time to her hand stroking the rest and caressing my balls. It had been a long time since I was with anyone other than 'ma palm and her 5 rosy daughters' so I was rapidly losing control.

"Traci, it's been a long while since I've been with anyone. You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up." In less than 5 minutes she had me right on the edge of climax. I was sighing and moaning and squirming as she worshiped my cock. It was pretty obvious that she wasn't trying to make this last. "Traci, god that feels nice, I'm gonna cum any second now," I said, almost panting, but letting her know in case she didn't want a mouthful of cum.

"Cum for me baby," she said quickly before returning to bobbing on my cock.

She didn't have to tell me again as I felt me ball sack compress. I let out a long growl of "Ohhh Ffuuuccckkk" as I arched my back and exploded in her mouth. Rope after rope surged into her mouth. She kept pumping and sucking and swallowing until I was too sensitive to continue, and I had to push her away. "My God woman, that was nice, " I whispered as I collapsed on the bed. Traci gave my cock a few more licks, cleaning me up as I shuddered with each lick. Then she came and snuggled, resting her head on my chest. After a couple minutes I regained my composure and pulled her up to me and kissed her.

After I rested for a few minutes and recovered some of my strength, I pushed Traci on her back and climbed over her and kissed her passionately. I kissed her neck and slowly started kissing her breasts, taking time to suck on each nipple. She had really nice breasts with nice nipples, the areolas were almost the size of a half-dollar, and her nipples became nicely erect. I worked my way down her belly until I found her small cock head sticking up just past the top hem of the boy-shorts she was wearing. I kissed the tip of her small cock. "You don't need to do that," she said quietly.

"Oh, but I insist," I said as I slid her boy-shorts down her lovely legs.

It was at this point that I really got to take in the fine features of her shapely body. She was gorgeous. Perhaps b-cup breasts, a slim waist, flat belly, beautiful legs, and the cutest little cock. Not a hair anywhere below her head. Perfect tan lines from sunbathing while wearing a bikini. Her cock was erect, slim and only about 4 1/2" to perhaps 5" long with a cute little circumcised head. Having never sucked a real cock but wanting to give my best effort in giving Traci pleasure I wasted no time as I started kissing her calves, and kissing and nibbling on the insides of her thighs. I figured I would do this just like if she was a woman with a clitoris. I worked my way up to her small scrotum, licking her balls and nibbling on the sack with my lips and scraping my teeth over them, not biting, just nibbling. All the while I knew I was on the right track with the cacophony of sighs, moans, and ahhs, and whimpers coming from Traci's lips. Eventually I knew it was time to suck my first real dick as Traci started running her hand through my hair. I took her all the way to the root on my first bob, rubbing my nose on her pelvis. A gasp escaped her lips. Sucking hard I slid up the short length of her cock until her cock left my mouth with a loud pop. I licked my middle finger and began rubbing her anus as I went back down on her cock. Licking my finger again I gently slipped into her ass curling it around feeling for her prostate as I bobbed up and down on her cock. When I found her prostate Traci jumped a bit. I began massaging it with my finger as I continued sucking on her cock. I could taste the saltiness of her pre-cum on my tongue. Traci was moaning and seemed to be almost begging for release as I was doing my best to make her cum. After several more minutes of me massaging her prostate, bobbing on her cock, and making a bunch of slurping noises, her ball sack squeezed tight against her body, almost disappearing. I knew she was ready to cum. Traci arched her back, grabbed a handful of my hair and let out a screech "Oh God, oh God, aaahhhh," as she flooded my mouth with her cum. As I swallowed, it tasted a bit salty and definitely more watery than I expected. My guess was this was due to the hormones Traci was probably taking. Eventually she released my hair, and I slowly licked her cock as it softened in my mouth. I licked the head a couple of times as Traci shuddered before I rested it against her scrotum.

"Oh my God, that was amazing," she said, barely able to get the words out. "I can't remember ever experiencing anything like that. God, I don't think I ever climaxed that hard. Are you sure you never did this before?"

"First time," I said nodding my head, "other than sucking on Tammy's dildo when we were in a sexual role play. I just used the same technique I would for a woman with a clit. The only difference was massaging your prostate instead of a g-spot."

We laid there for 15- or 20-minutes snuggling as Traci regained her composure.

"Would you like some scrambled eggs for breakfast," I asked? "I don't have coffee, in fact I don't even own a coffee maker, but I can make you a strong cup of tea or hot cocoa if you'd like."

"Scrambled eggs sound really good right now. And I'll have a cup of tea if you're having some." Traci replied.

I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and headed off to the kitchen. Traci joined me a few minutes later wearing one of my button-down dress shirts with the long sleeves rolled up to her elbow. On her small body it almost fits her like a dress. She was gorgeous in it, although it was probably 4 sizes too big for her.

Traci, remembering where everything was from last night, set the table while I worked on breakfast. I made scrambled eggs with diced ham in a two-quart saucepan. Traci watched and asked, "Why in a saucepan instead of a skillet?"

"My aunt was a caterer, and she taught me that the fluffiest scrambled eggs cook best in a saucepan," I explained. Just about the time the eggs were done, the toast popped up and the microwave sounded that the water for the tea was hot. I poured the water into mugs already sitting with tea bags in them, buttered the toast and plated the Scrambled eggs.

Traci was amazed at how fluffy the scrambled eggs were. "So, you really can cook! These taste wonderful," she exclaimed!

"You should be here when I make kabobs on the grill," I replied.

We enjoyed our breakfast and after putting the dishes in the dishwasher alongside the dinner dishes from last night, we went and sat on the edge of the pool with our legs in the water. We kissed and chatted for a little while when suddenly Traci's phone rang. It was the answering service for the Animal Hospital calling to say a customer had an issue with her dog. As we stood up letting our legs drip water onto the patio, Traci called the customer who said that her dog had eaten some chocolate during the overnight hours. "OK, bring him to the clinic and I will meet you there. Give me an hour and a quarter to get there."

"I have to run," Traci explained, "I need to go home and change before going to the clinic."

"I'm hoping I can see you again," I said as I handed Traci a towel to dry her legs.

"You bought dinner last night. How about if I bring Chinese take-out and come by tonight," Traci said.

"That sounds great," I said, "call me later and let me know what time. Bring a swimsuit, or if we wait til after dark, we can skinny dip if you'd like."

Traci smiled, "That sounds like fun." Traci quickly dressed and was on her way in less than 5 minutes. I gave her a long kiss as she went out the front door and waved as she backed out of the driveway.

After she left, I straightened up the kitchen, started the dishwasher, made both beds, shaved and took a shower. Around midday I stopped by Los Mariachi's to see Emilio to thank him for last night and return the pitcher. "Emilio, I noticed you didn't charge my credit card for last night's dinner," I quizzed.

"It was on the house, Greg," he replied. "You and Traci have both been loyal customers, I was happy to be a part of your first date. I'm glad you two got together."

I thanked Emilio again and promised him we would continue to be steady customers.

I headed home and down to the layout room to work on my model railroad scenery a bit. Traci called about 3:30 to tell me she would be over around 5:00PM. Since we weren't going out anywhere, I chose a khaki-colored pair of shorts and a blue short-sleeved Henley shirt to wear with my house moccasins; then went about setting the table. I've never been very good with chopsticks, so I put flat-wear on the table (though I admitted to myself that if Traci was going to use chopsticks, I would give it a try also).

Traci arrived a few minutes before 5 carrying a big bag of food. "I wasn't sure what you liked so I got a bunch of stuff. There is Wonton soup, Pork Fried Rice, Beef Lo Mein, Eggrolls and General's Chicken," she stated proudly. "I brought a change of clothes just in case you invite me to spend the night, and I brought a bikini in case we want to swim before dark," she said slyly.

"Traci, we can eat what you brought for a couple nights," I chuckled as I looked her over. She was wearing a short skirt, about mid-thigh, with a sleeveless cotton top and her wedge sandals. Just as last night she looked amazing.

"Well, I wanted you to keep your strength up for later, but then again, don't eat too much as I don't want you to doze off after we eat," Traci said laughing.

It was particularly humid, so we stayed inside enjoying the air conditioning. I got two bowls out for the soup along with two soup spoons. We ate and chatted, both having some of everything Traci bought.

"Last night you told me about your first marriage. You said it was a one-way street relationship."

"Well, it was a real failure to communicate, I guess. We grew up in different kinds of households. Her family always screamed at each other, and no one took offense, and in my house my father was the final word, and you never talked back. I didn't react well when she went off on me, so I retreated like when I was a kid and my father was angry. I hate to use stereotypes, but she was a true PMS woman in that all during her period her body kicked out some wicked hormones and you needed to stay out of her way. It took quite a bit of counseling after the divorce to get past it all, but I learned a whole lot about myself. Sexually we weren't all that compatible either as I loved going down on her and making her come 4 or 5 times each time we made love. She was very much a multi-orgasmic woman. On the other hand, she really hated going down on me. It was always just until I was hard enough to have intercourse and then she stopped. I never finished in her mouth or even from a blow job. Frustrated one night, I asked her why she never wanted to give me as much pleasure as I gave her, and she told me that even though I was clean, I needed to man-scape things down there and perhaps she'd blow me more often. Well, I did, but she didn't. That's how I began shaving things down there, and I found I liked it. Ultimately sex got less and less often. She was always tired or had an excuse, but after we tried marriage counselling, she said in one of our sessions that I never try to initiate sex anymore; that we only have sex when she initiates it. I was flabbergasted because of all the times she turned me down; she wanted me to keep pursuing her. That was really the final straw for me. We separated a few weeks later, and I took a promotion at work which had me travelling almost every week. Sometimes I would be in an area for a couple weeks with a customer's project, and other times I was in a few places for a year or more," I explained. "That's how I was able to put so much money away over the years, I was living out in the field on my company expense account. For a long time, I didn't even own a car, I was always driving a rental."

Answering her questions, I told Traci about my time working on customer projects in Louisiana, Texas, Virginia, Michigan and Minnesota, and of the women I was with short and longer term in those places. I told her about Tammy and how she taught me to enjoy anal stimulation including pegging. I told her about how Tammy was killed by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the freeway. I even told her about how I learned to pleasure a woman orally; how I was still a virgin at 19 (I was more interested in playing basketball than in girls) when my buddy took me to a whore house and told the Madame that I was a virgin. She had one of the experienced girls take care of me, but I was too nervous and was having trouble getting hard. I had read all the Penthouse letters and knew that women liked it when you went down on them. So, I asked if I could go down on her while I hoped to get less nervous. I licked and rubbed and nibbled, but she didn't get off. Eventually though I got hard, and she had me fuck her. Afterward she told the Madame about what I did. The Madame asked me if I was a gigolo. I told her I didn't know what that was. She asked me why I went down on the girl and I explained that I read all the stories in Penthouse, and that when my mother gave me the 'birds and bees' talk she told me I should always try to give the woman pleasure before having my own. I mentioned that I guess I wasn't very good at it because I couldn't get the girl off. The Madame looked at me for a long minute, then told me to come back Thursday at 3:00 PM and she would teach me. I did, and she taught me how to pleasure any woman, how to find her g-spot, and to use slow foreplay to get the woman aroused. I went back every Thursday for 5 weeks and she had me practice on her; and she got off each time I visited her, sometimes multiple times. She didn't charge me, but she wouldn't let me fuck her either. That she said I would have to pay for. But for the 8 or so women I had over the next 40 years I always made them climax, and often multiple times. I don't know if I talked too much, but I was simply answering Traci's questions about my past.

Traci told me about when she transitioned, how her mother was supportive, but her father less so. Eventually her father came around, but it took a number of years. They both lived not far away and even brought their dog to her Animal Hospital for Vet visits and boarding.

Eventually we took our drinks out onto the patio. It was just getting toward dusk, and the air was starting to cool just a bit. Traci dipped her foot into the pool. "Can we take a dip," she asked?

"Of course. It's still a bit early for skinny dipping as I think both my neighbors are home." We went inside to change, and Traci grabbed her bag off the sofa and followed me to the master bedroom. She went into the bathroom to pee and I changed into my swim trunks which were more like a pair of shorts with a mesh liner supporting the big guy than a more-revealing body hugging swimsuit. After Traci finished in the bathroom, I went in to pee also and when I came out she was already in her navy blue bikini. Man, she was hot. It was a thong back bottom with two two-inch triangles covering each of her nipples. "Wow, you look amazing," I gasped.

Traci walked over and squeezed my stiffing cock. "Let's get in the pool or else I'm going to have to stop and do something about this," she said.

We headed out to the pool where Traci walked down the steps into the water. Me on the other hand, I had to show off with a cannonball into the water splashing everything including Traci.

"OK, Greg, now you're just being silly."

"Guilty as charged," I replied as I swam over to be next to Traci. I pulled her into my arms and gave her a big kiss. "Damn girl, you look hot in that bikini."

"Thanks, I thought you would like it. I bought it a year ago on a whim, but never got to use it," she explained. "It definitely had the desired effect on you," she said, reaching down to squeeze my cock through the swim trunks.

"Well, I'm a very visual guy. I really appreciate a woman who understands the value and power of things like a sexy swimsuit or lingerie."

Traci pulled me closer for another kiss. "I really want you inside me, but I admit I'm a bit afraid that you are too thick for me," she said quietly. She squeezed me close to her body as we waded in the pool.

"Well, the last thing I would want to do is hurt you. How about when you think you're ready, you are the one on top so you can control the penetration. That way we do it at your pace and I don't risk hurting you or tearing something. I'm not going anywhere so we can do this at your pace - when you're ready. Other than the wonderful release you gave me this morning; I haven't been with anyone else in close to 7 years. Still, I can wait until you feel you are ready."

Traci started taking off her bikini top. "Do you think it is dark enough yet to skinny dip? I don't want to flash your neighbors," she said as she threw her top onto the patio.

Looking around, I noticed the lights were out on both neighbor's homes, and you could definitely see the stars starting to be visible in the sky. "Yeah, I think it's dark enough now."

With that said, Traci threw her bikini bottom up on the patio next to her top. I started reaching for my bottoms when Traci said, "let me get that."

She proceeded to duck under the water pulling my trunks down and slipping my cock in her mouth. She was down there for perhaps 30 seconds when she finally popped up to the surface. "Sorry, had trouble getting these off," as she threw my trunks up on the patio and they landed with a wet plop.

Caressing the back of my neck with her hand, Traci pulled herself to me and we kissed passionately. For the next 15 minutes or so we just pressed our bodies together as we had a nice make-out session of tongues tangling, lips kissing, neck nibbling, quiet moaning and lots and lots of caressing. The patio lights were off, the pool lights were on, and once it was dark enough, I lifted Traci out of the pool, plunking her down on the edge of the pool deck and moving between her legs with just my chest, head and arms out of the water, I kissed her again. I moved down and started sucking her right nipple before moving to her left nipple, then her belly. All the while Traci was moaning quietly. Eventually I got to her dick, it was soft despite the attention her body was receiving as I took it in my mouth and started manipulating it with my tongue while sucking on it gently. "I'm nervous your neighbors will see, plus I'm chilly; can we go inside," she begged.

I climbed out of the pool and wrapped a towel around her and got one for myself. After I got the towel wrapped around my waist, I picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom kneeling on the bed as I laid her down. She pulled me down on top of her and we started kissing again. I was still kneeling above her as I didn't want to put all my weight on her small frame. Traci reached down between the ends of my towel and started squeezing my cock, working it up and down. "I really want you inside me," she cooed. "Do you have any lube?"

"Top drawer of the far nightstand," I replied. I rolled to my left to get on my back, while she did the same to reach the far nightstand. Kneeling on the bed, she took off her towel. Coming back to me she opened my towel and started working on my cock with the lube and both hands. It felt really nice, and I know if I didn't concentrate on holding back, I could simply let go and cum all over her hands; but I knew that isn't what she was after. While continuing to stroke me, she took her other hand and started lubing her anus. Without a word she straddled my hips and slipped the head of my cock between her ass cheeks, brushing against her hole. After a few minutes she started to push the head of my cock against her entry. The very tip started to go in, but then it popped out again as she groaned. She tried 3 or 4 more times to no avail.

"Is it OK if I just give you a hand job," she said disappointedly.

"How about if you lay back and let me take care of you first, perhaps it will relax you for later. And if it doesn't work out tonight, there will be other nights, won't there?" With that I rolled her onto her back. I started sucking her nipples again. Traci filled the room with moaning sighs as I did this. I kissed my way down her belly, before taking her soft cock in my mouth once again. Getting some lube on my fingers I slowly penetrated her ass, first with one, then two fingers, pumping in and out as her cock began to harden in my mouth. As her cock hardened and her excitement grew, I found her prostrate and began massaging it, alternating between circular motions and in and out motions. In less than 15 minutes Traci was ready to explode, but I wanted her to relax, so I edged her for a while licking her cock instead of sucking and massaging near, but not on her prostate. Traci was panting, almost begging, but I kept edging her. Finally, she cried out, "please I need to cum!"

She grabbed a handful of my hair, and I stopped teasing and went to work making her cum. "Oh god, yes," she cried, "Oh god, oh god, oh my god, aaahhh, I'm cumming." Her body tensed; she arched her back, and flooded my mouth with her spunk. She collapsed back into the bed, her breath ragged and uneven. "My god, how do you do that," she asked hoarsely? "I can't ever remember having orgasms this explosive, or this draining." I slipped my fingers out of her ass and gave her deflated cock a little kiss as I moved to snuggle next to her. Traci was done, drained, and unfortunately asleep in less than 5 minutes.

I snuggled with her for a while before covering her with a spare blanket and going into the bathroom to clean up. It was going on 11:00PM, so after I peed, I went out to the patio to turn off the pool lights and close the sliders. I put our swimsuits in the laundry room to dry and turned off the house lights before coming back to bed. Though Traci was asleep on top of the sheets with a blanket covering her, I slipped under the sheet lying next to her. Her slow rhythmic breathing told me she was gone for the next while, so I turned off the bedroom light and went to sleep myself.

Sometime around "zero dark thirty" I awoke to a weird sensation. It took me a minute to gain my bearings and to realize that Traci was sucking my cock. "Babe, you have to stop. I have to pee," I croaked, still trying to wake up. "Really hon, you have to stop, I have to pee," I said more forcefully.

Traci stopped and pulled her mouth away from my cock and I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. After a long piss through a semi-hard cock, I washed my face, washed my now soft cock, and rinsed my mouth with some cool mint Listerine before heading back to bed. Glancing at the alarm clock it was 3:30 AM as I slipped into bed. "Good very early morning, love, sorry to interrupt your oral ministrations, but you know: when you've got to go, you've got to go."

"It's OK, I fully understand; and just so you know, I'm not into 'watersports' of that sort," she said chuckling. "I was feeling guilty about falling asleep after the wonderful climax you gave me."

"Traci, sweetie, you need to understand, I'm not keeping score. I'm happy that you wanted to wake me up with sex, but my ego isn't demanding you do me because I did you." With that said, I pulled her over to me and kissed her passionately.

"I still want you inside me," Traci said as we broke our kiss. She moved down and started sucking on my nipples before slowly sliding down my body and taking my cock back in her mouth. While soft, she stuffed almost all of me in her mouth, though as I hardened, she could only take about half the length in her small mouth. I truly believe she would have loved to deep throat me, but the thickness of my cock was preventing that. Once I was fully hard, Traci started applying lube to me cock. She straddled my hips and began pressing my cock against her hole. Apparently, she applied lube to herself while I was in the bathroom. She kept pressing down, releasing and pressing down again, when suddenly the head slipped past her sphincter. "Oh god, you're thick," she muttered. Pulling up again my cock slipped out of her anus. Traci pressed down again, and the head slipped in easier this time. Continuing to press down, she took the first inch or so into her warm canal. "Oh god, that's thick," she muttered again. Her face was a grimace that showed more pain than pleasure.

"Traci, slow down. I don't want you to tear something."

She stopped pushing and just kneeled where she was for a moment, then she pulled up again, freeing my cock from her ass. Rubbing more lube on my cock and stroking its length to make sure the lube was evenly distributed; she moved the head back to her entrance and pushed down again. This time almost half the length entered her with the thickest part - the 2 inches or so behind the head - was now fully inside her. Traci got a look of satisfaction on her face as she slowly started sliding down the rest of the way until she was sitting on my hips. "Now that it's in, it feels amazing," Traci said.

"You're not in pain, are you? I don't want you to hurt yourself," I said.

"No," she replied, "I'll probably be sore in the morning, and maybe a swim will help with that, but right now it feels great. I've never been this full before."

"Well, I've only had anal with one other woman and regardless of whether it was vaginal or anal sex, I've never experienced anything as tight as you," I groaned as Traci started pumping her ass up and down on my cock. "Go as slow or fast as you need to, but be aware, after all the oral you gave me and as tight as you are, I'm probably not going to last too long."

The sound of skin slapping against skin, Traci's butt cheeks on the tops of my thighs, with our moans, and sighs filling the room was the only sound. Traci varied her tempo and her angle and within a minute or two she cried out, "Oh god, I'm cumming," as her cock started spewing cum all over my stomach. She didn't slow her motion though and just a moment or too later my body tightened up, I arched my back, and I let out a long growl as I exploded deep in Traci's ass. She pumped herself up and down on my cock 5 or 6 more times until I grabbed her hips.

"Stop, honey, you're so tight, it's too sensitive," I begged.

As we both regained control of our breathing Traci said, "That's never happened before."

"What's that," I asked.

"That's the first time I've ever cum just from anal sex, either with a partner or with my dildo. I always needed to have manual stimulation from my hand or my partner's hand to get off before."

By now my cock was quite soft in her ass and she rose up to let it slip out. "Let me get a washcloth to clean you up," she said as she scooted into the bathroom.

As she was wiping my flaccid cock, "No blood, I hope," I asked.

"No none, just a small brown spot because it had been so long since I cleaned myself out," she replied as she went about wiping my flaccid cock. "There, all clean," as she took the head back in her mouth and gave it a couple of licks. Traci scooted back to the bathroom, where after several minutes I heard the toilet flush, and the faucet run, and seconds later she was back in bed with me. I pulled the sheet up over us as Traci snuggled against my chest. We kissed several times, but then it was time for my post orgasmic middle-of-the-night sleep as I dozed off.

Traci was still snuggling with me when I woke up at 10 minutes past 7:00. That was the first time in years I had slept past 6:30 AM, my normal internal alarm clock time. I kissed Traci on the forehead and slipped out of bed to go pee. When I came back to bed, Traci had rolled over on her side. I slipped into bed behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist. "Humm," she murmured.

"Good morning, sweetie. How are you feeling? Do you want a couple of Ibuprofen," I asked?

"I'm sore," she replied, "but it's a good sore. It's one of accomplishment, but you'll have to suffer through with just blow jobs for the next couple days."

"I'm gonna take a shower and go make breakfast. You're welcome to join me."

Traci rolled over and we kissed passionately for several minutes, a little morning make-out session if you will. Then we headed into the shower. Traci was in front of me as I washed her back with body wash, I reached around and started massaging her breasts. I began kissing the nape of her neck and nibbling on her ear lobe when I reached down and started stroking her small cock with my very sudsy hand. In just a few minutes of this attention Traci moaned and started shooting a weak stream of cum against the shower wall. "You're incorrigible," she said, "but it felt very nice."

The water started to cool off as we exhausted the hot water heater's 50 gallons and so we rinsed off and climbed out of the shower. Traci raided my closet for another dress shirt as I put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and headed to the kitchen. "Do you want tea with breakfast," I asked?

"Sure, what are we having besides tea?"

"That's a surprise," I teased.

"Really, what are we having," she asked as she strolled into the kitchen.

"I taught Emilio this one for when he has his annual Easter brunch," I replied. "It is a warm burrito skin, with a slice of bacon in the bottom, topped with scrambled eggs with sausage bits and diced ham, top that with shredded pepper-jack cheese, close it up and top all that with queso cheese sauce, pop it into the broiler for 30 seconds or so to make sure everything is hot and melted; although here at home I use the microwave instead of the broiler. Once done, garnish with a sprinkle of Pico de Gallo and serve."

15 minutes later I had it on the table and Traci looked amazed. "You really taught Emilio this recipe?" Taking a bite, "It's delicious! Were you a chef in your previous life?"

"No, probably a thief," I chuckled, "actually I learned the basics of this from a breakfast chef at the Holiday Inn in Los Angeles. I was out there on a project for two weeks and each morning they had a breakfast bar and a chef with a couple of portable burners would make eggs, omelets, and what-not for those that asked. One morning I asked about the breakfast burrito listed on the small sign at his station and he made me one. I watched, but I tweaked it for my version. He used scrambled eggs with thin sliced chorizo on top, cheese sauce inside, then closed it up and covered it with Pico de Gallo. I cheat in that I use the frozen cooked sausage bits, and I mix them into the eggs with the diced ham to have them all cooked up together and remain part of the egg mixture. I added the slice of bacon on the bottom to make it more 'meatatarian', the shredded cheese inside, with the cheese sauce on the top with the Pico as a garnish. Emilio and I got to talking one evening while I was finishing dinner and the restaurant wasn't too busy. He wanted to start an annual Easter brunch to thank customers for coming back after COVID. He was looking for something different than just Mexican style Omelets and such, so I suggested this breakfast burrito. He liked the idea because it was simple, and he could make a dozen at a time using his broiler."

"Well, I'm really impressed," Traci remarked, "I'll need to try his version next Easter."

After we ate, I was loading the dishwasher, and I was cleaning up the pan in the sink when Traci came up behind me sliding her hands under my tee shirt and teasing my nipples. "Turn around and hop up on the counter," she instructed. As I did, she wiggled my shorts down. As my attire was temporary for breakfast, I was commando underneath. Spreading my legs, Traci leaned her arms on my thighs and began licking my balls, taking them one at a time and sucking on them as she held my cock out of the way and stroked it slowly. I moaned loudly expressing my approval for her efforts as Traci licked my balls and slowly licked her way up my cock, lubricating it with her saliva. She continued making oral love to my cock taking the head in her mouth and sucking on it. She sucked on it hard, then pulled her mouth off so there was a loud pop. She did that over and over, then changed it up by taking as much as she could in her mouth and humming with the head at the back of her mouth. After about 15 minutes I was sure she would be getting tired, so I started thrusting my hips off the counter trying to get her to make me cum, but she just kept pushing my hips back down, edging me, bringing me close to climax and then backing off. I kept moaning and groaning and begging, "Please babe, I need to cum!"

By the time we got to about the 30-minute mark I was loudly begging for her to let me cum between my moans and groans. I pleaded and begged for another 5 minutes, almost crying for release, when she got serious and really went to work bringing me to a tumultuous climax. It was one of the strongest climaxes I can remember. It felt like I pumped a quart of cum into her mouth, though I knew it was much less than that. Traci though managed to swallow it all with just a little leaking out of the corner of her mouth. As she continued to clean my cock off, it made my body shudder, but I was too weak to push her away. Not thinking while in my orgasmic stupor I said, "Oh, god, I think I love you!" Traci didn't respond, she just finished cleaning my cock with her mouth.

OK I said it; so, what now? Do I pretend nothing was said? Am I scaring her off with this admission? Is it too soon to say that? Or will she blow it off as part of my orgasmic bliss? Nothing was said for several minutes.

Traci broke the silence. "So, after you're done fiddle-farting around here in the kitchen, can I have a better tour of your model railroad? Can I drive a train," she asked? "Later, I do need to go over to the clinic this afternoon to feed the few critters we have boarded there. Amanda asked if I could cover for her on that this afternoon and I said I would."

"The answer to your first questions is yes and yes," I replied. "Can I go with you to the clinic to help feed your borders?"

"Sure, if you'd like to do that, that would be great."

"We had a big breakfast, so perhaps we can have a light lunch when we go to the clinic, " I quizzed?

"Yeah, that sounds great. Have you tried that new soup and salad joint over by the medical center?"

"Not yet, but I think that's a great idea," I responded.

After I finished in the kitchen we dressed. While I was running the electric razor over my face in the bathroom, Traci put on a pair of jeans and a nice cotton top that she brought in her bag. I put on a pair of jeans and a short sleeve casual shirt. She looked incredible in those jeans as they clung nicely to her butt. Did I tell you this woman is so damn hot?

Anyway, for the next couple hours we were in the train room, and I showed Traci how to drive one of the trains with one of the wireless handheld controllers. She took to it right away knowing that this isn't like the crash and burn trains from the Addams's Family TV show, but a miniature of the prototype.

"You know, this is one of the happy things I remember from my childhood," Traci commented. "My Uncle Lou, well not really my uncle but more of a family friend I called uncle, he had model trains, and I really enjoyed running them when we went to his house around the Christmas holidays. It was one of the very few 'boy' things I remember liking from my childhood. He passed away a couple years ago from stomach cancer."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You know, model trains aren't just a 'boy' thing, there are many prominent women publicly active in the hobby and on YouTube as well as other women who model under the radar, just doing their own thing," I explained. "Model trains were a part of my childhood too. My father had them when I was born, but he only put them up at Christmas. As a teen I got my first HO train set with my newspaper route money and had it set up year-round in the basement, just a small 4' x 8' layout, but it taught me a lot. During my first marriage I had a layout in a spare bedroom of our home, but then things sat in storage for many years between then and 4 years ago when I retired. But even when I didn't have a layout, I still had my test track and I did repairs and upgrades for friends. I never ran it as a business, I only had them pay for parts, freight, tax and if they felt inclined, they could donate something for my labor, but more often they bartered with a train car or locomotive they no longer wanted or didn't fit their modelling era."

"Well, I'm definitely impressed with what you've done here," Traci commented, "the scenery and details are amazing."

"I like it because it allows one to utilize multiple skills; there's carpentry, there's electrical, there's building structures and other model assembly, there's computer programming, and there's scenery construction, among others. Plus, there are more than a few companies out there where you can have individual items built for you, such as trees, if you don't want to make your own trees from kits you can buy them fully assembled. The other cool aspect is that there are clubs in many areas whereas a member you can learn new things from a mentor."

Traci ran her train for a bit longer and then we shut everything down and headed out to grab some lunch, then headed over to the clinic. When we got there, I asked Traci if I could help; basically, do more than stand around while she did everything, and she said she'd love to have the help. We started in the cat room where there were three boarders. After we released them into the play area, we set about cleaning their food and water bowls and setting them up with fresh food and water. While I did that following Traci's direction, she handled the cleaning of the litter boxes.

Then it was off to the dog room where there were 4 borders. According to Traci they were all friendly dogs and to let them out into the large outdoor fenced-in run behind the facility so they could burn off some energy. My job was to make sure they didn't get into trouble and provide scratches, when necessary, while Traci addressed their food, water, and any other clean-up that needed to be done. The dogs each had their own small outdoor run that was fenced in, so for the most part there was little clean up other than an accident for those dogs who didn't quite figure out the dog door access to the run. Overall, the entire thing took about 2 hours, with most of that being exercise time for the borders.

After we were done, Traci thanked me and said she had a fun day with me. It sounded like she was wanting to call it a day, saying she would drop me off at home before heading to her house. Not wanting the day to end, I asked her, "would you like to come for dinner. I have fixings to make chicken Kabob skewers on the grill."

"Tomorrow's a workday for me," she replied, "and I don't have any scrubs in my bag. I'd need to stop by my place before we could go back to yours."

So off we went. Pulling up at Traci's townhouse, we popped inside for a few minutes while she got the things she would need for work tomorrow. She had a nice townhome, and I let her know that. She had this really cool aquarium next to the stairs leading to the second level. I was fascinated by how colorful the fish looked in the tank's lighting. "I bought a townhome mostly because I didn't want to keep wasting rent on an apartment, but I didn't want the mess with cutting a lawn. All that comes from the monthly HOA fees. I used to spend evenings and weekends doing any cleaning around the house, but if you're going to keep me busy, I may need to hire the cleaning company you use," she laughed. Traci fed her fish before we left.

In just a few minutes we were headed out the door back to my place. "Quick question," I asked?

"What's that?"

"Do you want your Kabobs over rice or in a pita?"

"What kind of rice is it?"

"I have Basmati and Long Grain & Wild Rice as the choices. Though I admit I cheat; it's the 90 second microwave rice."

"The Long Grain & Wild Rice sounds good," Traci replied.

When we got back to the house Traci dropped her garment bag on the sofa. I asked her if she'd like something to drink.

"What are you having," she asked.

"I was thinking of having a beer, but I can fix you a mixed drink with vodka or bourbon if you'd prefer. I don't have any wine right now."

"Beer sounds good."

I pulled out a couple of bottles of Rolling Rock. Traci saw the bottles and laughed. "What's so funny," I asked.

"Where do you get Rolling Rock around here? I used to drink that when I was in veterinary school."

"A liquor store owner in Williamstown orders me in a couple of cases when I ask him to from time to time. I used to really like the pony bottles, but they stopped making them many years back." (Pony bottles were a Rolling Rock tradition of using a 7-ounce bottle. I liked them because I hated warm beer, and a 16-ounce bottle would get warm before I finished it.)

"I used to love the pony bottle, but they were just getting phased out when I was in vet school," Traci exclaimed!

As we compared notes on the quality of various beers, I proceeded in making the kabob skewers, alternating a piece of chicken breast, a chunk of onion, and a chunk of bell pepper on the bamboo skewers. I took out a small bowl and a barbeque brush and poured some soy sauce in the bowl.

"What's the soy sauce for," Traci asked?

"I use it to keep the onion and pepper from shriveling up while the chicken cooks all the way through," I replied.

While I got things going on the grill, I asked Traci to set the table and nuke the rice. We enjoyed a nice dinner together while we chatted. She told me some things about her transition, how she's not completely out in the open about it except with her closest friends because after all, this is Kentucky where not everyone is as open-minded as some other places, and she didn't want it to impact her business. She told me about the hormones she was taking and how at times she had trouble getting an erection without manual stimulation. She didn't feel the need to get breast implants because she got small natural breasts once she started on hormones, and she didn't plan to have bottom surgery. She explained how from as far back as she can remember she felt like a girl; how she didn't grow as tall as other boys in her grade school and junior high, and once she was in high school, she knew for certain she was different. She never had much body hair, never got a normal Adam's apple like other boys did in puberty and always wanted to be one of the girls as opposed to dating them. For a while she thought she might be gay, but she hated dressing like a boy. She discovered that she really liked girls' clothing by trying out her mom's stuff when she was out of the house.

I told her how I never would have guessed she was transgender in a million years, and that I thought she truly managed the challenges in coming out as best as she possibly could considering her business could be at risk. There are definitely more than a few bigots in Kentucky, but a lot of 'accepting' people as well.

After a couple more beers and a quick kitchen clean-up, it was getting on toward 9:00PM. I suggested we retire to the bedroom and relax and watch a bit of TV. Traci agreed.

"I really would love to have you inside me again, but I'm still sore from last night," she said.

"It's fine; how about if we just snuggle while we watch some TV before we turn out the lights and get some sleep."

"OK, but I want you to know, I really want you. I think you're really special."

"Thanks, I think you're very special too. What time do you need to get up?"

"I need to be at the clinic before we open at 8:00AM," she replied, "so let's say 6:30 wake up."

I set the alarm clock just in case my internal clock didn't wake me on time. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before bed. Traci was laying out her clothes for the morning. She went to the bathroom when I came out. I turned on the TV and was exploring the cable guide when she came out wearing a small thong panty and nothing else. Now I was sorry I didn't suggest a blow job before bed. My goodness, the woman is so sexy, so hot.

Traci slipped under the sheet and the light blanket I had on the bed. I was leaning against a couple of pillows up against the headboard and Traci snuggled up next to me. She was playing with the small amount of hair on my chest when she asked about why I don't have any armpit hair. I chucked and explained, "that is more of a stink prevention measure." She chuckled. "You see, for whatever reason, regardless of what antiperspirant or deodorant brand I use, a waxy build up starts showing up on my armpit hairs as they grow in. It gets to the point where even after I shower and wash my pits really good with deodorant soap, I still have BO right out of the shower. It is worse in summertime, so about every 6 to 8 weeks, I shave my armpits to eliminate the problem, and then I let the hair grow in again until it starts to get the waxy build up and I just shave it again."

"OK, I was just wondering. I can see you don't have a lot of hair though you do have some chest, leg, and arm hair, just nothing under your pits. I was hoping it wasn't some weird fetish or something."

"No, definitely not some weird fetish unless you consider reducing body odor a fetish."

"BO is definitely a turn off for me, so I'm fine with it."

We watched a bit of TV and then called it a night. We started out with me spooning Traci, but when I awoke at 6:15 to pee, she was spooning me with her arm around my waist. When I came back from the bathroom, I made sure Traci was awake. "I can make you a bagel and some tea for breakfast while you are getting ready if you'd like. By the way, I put towels and such on the counter in the bathroom so you can take a shower while I get things going in the kitchen."

"A bagel sounds good, and yes, a cup of tea sounds good as well. Do you have cream cheese, if not butter is fine on the bagel," Traci replied groggily.

"Yeah, I have cream cheese. I'll get things going and see you in the kitchen in a little bit. Oh, and use as much hot water as you need."

Traci headed into the shower, and I put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and headed to the kitchen. Traci came in about 15 minutes later in her scrubs and work sneakers, her hair was still damp. "I have a blow dryer if you want to use it," I said.

"No, I like it to dry naturally on humid days, otherwise it starts to frizz up. The bagel smells good," she said as she started spreading cream cheese on it.

We sat down to eat at the table on the patio, the air was still cool and crisp from the overnight. The small burble from the pool filter and some birds chirpings were the only sounds for several minutes. Finally, I broke the silence, "so when your schedule permits, I'd love to get together for dinner, I'll even cook so you don't have that extra stress during the week. But if you're too busy with patients at the clinic, I understand."

"That all sounds wonderful but let me look at the schedule when I get to the clinic and I will call you. Quite frankly, I'm not even sure what we have going on this week."

"I understand, and if you need room to breathe, I understand that too. This weekend has been a whirlwind of emotions. I want you to know I had a great time this weekend. It was fun going to the clinic with you, petting the dogs and cats, feeding them and what not," I said. "I guess what I'm trying to say is I'd love to see you again."

"OK, like I said, let me look at my schedule and I'll call you," Traci reiterated.

It was time for Traci to head off to work so I walked her to the front door where she gave me a hug and a quick kiss before leaving for work. I waved as she drove off before returning to the kitchen to finish cleaning up after breakfast. Then it was down to the train room to work on a couple locomotives for the local club where I was a member. I felt really great and was excited about the possibilities of a future with Traci.

Traci didn't call that Monday. However, I did send a bouquet of flowers to the Animal Hospital for her. She didn't call on Tuesday either, so I sent her a text with a cute dog cartoon. When she didn't call on Wednesday, I started to think I'd done something to blow it with her, but just in case I hadn't, I didn't make any attempt to contact her further as I simply didn't want to make a pest of myself, especially if she was simply overwhelmed at work.

Late on Thursday afternoon Traci called and asked if I'd like to have dinner at her place on Friday evening around 6:00 PM. I agreed and asked if I could bring anything, but she told me just to bring myself as she had everything planned.

On Friday afternoon I showered, shaved, and put on a nice pair of slacks with a short sleeve shirt. When I got to Traci's I could tell right away that things were different. Traci greeted me at the door with a hug and kiss, but the emotion wasn't there. She thanked me for the flowers and asked me if I wanted a beer. I said yes, and she brought me a Bud Light.

"Busy week," I asked.

"Yes, we had to put a couple animals down this week, which is always sad," Traci replied. "It was also a week of a lot of thought." I could sense she was a woman in conflict, so I pulled her to me and gave her a big hug.

"Why don't you just tell me what is on your mind," I said. We sat on her sofa.

Traci started, "I'm struggling with 'us' - I just don't know if there is a future for us. You are the perfect boyfriend, partner, whatever you want to call it, but I'm struggling with our age difference. You're 64 and I'm 36. You were in first grade when both of my parents were born. How would I introduce you to them? One of the techs at the clinic was browsing through the security cam videos as we always do to make sure the borders were alright, and no one snuck in through the dog doors and she asked if you were my father when she saw us feeding the borders. In 20 years, I'll still be working, and you will be 84 years old. Granted, even at 64 you look younger than my parents. You're fit and trim and while I've only been with 3 other men since I transitioned, you are the best lover by far. I've had the most explosive orgasms in my life this past weekend. You are the most considerate partner I've ever had. The flowers, the snuggling, the patience giving me a chance to think things over without pressure. I could easily fall in love with you. Why can't you be 44 instead of 64? You even cook. You are the perfect guy for me." Traci was starting to cry now. I pulled her in for another hug.

"Traci, time takes us to where we are in life. I can't change my age. At 44 we likely wouldn't have even gotten together because at that point in my career I was travelling exclusively for work, never being in the same place for much more than a year, and sometimes only weeks or months in the same place. I can tell you I won't be embarrassed or hostile if someone refers to me as your father when we are together. On the other hand, I can understand your reluctance to introduce me to your parents as they would probably think I was taking advantage of you. I can assure you that I am completely secure financially and I'm positive that short of an economic collapse there will be a ton of money left over when I pass, even if that's at 95 or 100. All that said, I never want you to feel pressured to be with me or be embarrassed by our age difference. You mentioned you could easily fall for me; well, I've already fallen for you. I really care for you and could easily see spending all my time with you, caring for you, treating you the way a woman should be treated. How long that time is together, that's truly up to you at this point. Who knows, 6 months from now we could find we really don't like each other's music, or how we leave the toothpaste tube on the bathroom counter, but I doubt that will be the case. And I'm willing to risk it."

I held her for quite a while. I didn't smell anything cooking, so I figured we were going to order in, if we ate anything at all. We stayed together on the sofa for the better part of 30 minutes in silence until we parted our hug, and I told Traci that I think I should go so she could collect her thoughts. I asked her to please feel free to call me if she came to the conclusion that we ought to give things a try, but that I'd understand if she didn't call. I kissed her on the forehead, and I could see the tears streaming down her face as I got up to leave. She said nothing as I walked out the door of her town home. I sat in the car for a few minutes wiping my eyes before backing out of the parking space and heading home.

~~~~~~~

Leaving Traci's, I drove through Chick-fil-A on the way home, but when I got home, I found I really didn't want to eat and ended up putting the sandwich in the fridge for another time. I vegged out in front of the TV watching the Cincinnati Reds disappoint the fans yet again when the bullpen lost another lead in the 8th inning. With another loss under their belt, I turned off the TV and went to bed. In the morning, I ate some toast and got to work on some loco projects I had sitting around, wrapping up several, including one for my own layout. I triaged several more locomotives and ordered the parts I needed on line to complete the repairs. I even posted on the club's SpaceBook account that I was now caught up with projects and accepting new requests for repairs or service.

I kept hoping Traci would call but she didn't. About halfway through the second week, I wrote her a note telling her how much I missed her and expressed my hope that she was well. I went by the clinic to have the receptionist give it to her when she had a minute. The receptionist told me that Traci wasn't in and that she took a week's leave of absence. I thanked her and went by Traci's to see if she was home, but her car was not there. Writing down her townhome address number on the envelope, I stopped by the post office on my way home to mail it.

On Saturday morning there was a knock on the door and when I answered it there was a woman who had a great resemblance to Traci, just older. Her hair was lighter, but she had the same eye color. "Hi, can I help you," I asked.

"Are you the 'Greg' who broke my daughter's heart," she asked?

"Actually, it is the other way around," I replied.

"Excuse me? I don't understand," she said with a quizzical look on her face.

I asked her if she'd like to come in, I offered her an iced tea, but she declined. We sat on the bar stools at the kitchen counter as I explained. "Traci and I were together for a short while and I really thought we had something good going. We met in line at the post office and had several nice dinner dates (I left out the sex from the conversation). But then she told me that she didn't think it would work out because of our age difference. By the way, I'm Greg, but you already know that" I said, sticking out my hand, though she already knew my name from the envelope's return address.

Her mother looked at me, took my hand to shake it briefly, and said, "I'm Margie. What do you mean by age difference? You're not even as old as I am, are you?"

Not revealing that Traci had told me in general her parents' age, I said, "Well, I'm not sure of your age; and I may not look it, but I'm 64. Traci seemed to feel that it would be awkward introducing me to you and your husband because of my age. She seemed concerned that you might think I was taking advantage of her, although she never actually used those words. At any rate I told her how much I cared for Traci and I asked Traci to give it more thought and to call me and let me know if she would reconsider her decision. After I hadn't heard from her for almost two weeks, I mailed her a note telling her how much I missed her and that I hoped she was doing well."

"I saw the envelope when I popped into her town home to feed her fish. That's how I got your address, and I suspected it was more personal for you because only those who know her really well use the 'i' in Traci. She never changed her name legally and technically it is spelled with a 'y' from when she was a boy, although Tracy with a 'y' is also the correct spelling of a girl's name. She got her gender changed on all her important id's, passport, etc., she just never bothered to change the spelling on her name. But anything she writes, greeting cards and such, she signs her name with an 'i'."

Margie continued, "I knew she had met someone special because when I talked to her on the phone a couple weeks ago as she was waiting for a patient to show up for an emergency at the clinic, she was so happy and upbeat, way more than she generally is when she gets an emergency vet call. Then when she asked me to feed her fish, she sounded profoundly sad."

"Yeah, that fits perfectly with how I feel, profoundly sad," I replied. "At one point when we were talking, she mentioned that when she would be 56 I would be 84. It almost felt like she was concerned she'd be taking care of an invalid. I explained that I had more than enough money put away that I would be fine even if I lived to 100, and there would still be money left over. But she didn't think it was something she could accept in a relationship, the age difference I mean. The weird thing is I was up front with her regarding my age from our first coffee together before we ever went on a date. I guess ultimately she figured she didn't want to date someone older than her father."

"She can be so impulsive at times. Sometimes she gets something in her head, and she doesn't let go of it. She was like that when she came out to us, well me first, because she thought her father wouldn't accept her; but he always suspected something was amiss even when she was growing up. Was he disappointed at first, yes, but he came around very quickly," Margie said.

"Well, I want you to know, I'm not going to pester her to change her mind about whether we should be together. That is something she'll have to figure out on her own. In my heart, I believe we could be really good for each other; but Traci needs to believe that too for it to work," I clarified.

"After meeting you, I think you could be good for each other too. Please know this; if she changes her mind, you have my blessing, and if it comes down to it, I'll work on her father to approve of you two as well. Look, I'll let you get back to doing whatever you were doing. It was nice talking with you and getting an understanding of the situation. By the way, this is a really nice neighborhood and you have a really nice home," Margie said, getting up to head toward the front door. I thanked her for the compliment.

"Is our meeting clandestine," I asked as we walked toward the door?

"Absolutely not; when Traci gets back, I'm going to let her know I came to talk to you and to let her know she's being foolish in her thinking. I don't know if it will move her at all, but perhaps it will. I'm sorry for the pain you're in right now and I hope everything works out."

"Me too," I replied as Margie walked out the door. I watched and waved as she pulled out of the driveway.

Memorial Day weekend came and went and over the next two weeks, life went on as normal - repairing model trains, trips to the post office to ship them back, working on my own train layout, etc. One Saturday, late-morning, I was in my garage with the door open while I checked the oil level on my Honda; and replaced the air filter and windshield wipers when Traci pulled into the driveway. She bounded out of her car and came running up to me yelling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" as she jumped up wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. "Do you forgive me for being so stupid," she asked as she planted her lips on mine. "If you do, take me inside and fuck my brains out. I know I probably made you crazy and I'm sorry." Traci started landing kisses all over my face. "I know my mom came to see you. She really likes you a lot, you know." Again, a smattering of kisses rained down on my face before she planted her lips on mine and shoved her tongue in my mouth as she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. "She told me that if you are the man I wanted to be with, then she gives her blessing to our relationship, despite the differences in our ages. Now take me inside and fuck me silly."

Without saying a word, I turned and carried her to the door leading to the house and pushed the button for the garage door to close it as I walked inside. I carried her right into the master bedroom while we were still sucking face. I laid her gently on the bed before pulling away to say, "Babe, I need a shower first. I've been working outdoors in the heat all morning doing some weeding and then working on the car."

"No Greg, I want you now, just the way you are," Traci said sitting up on the bed. She quickly pulled off her top revealing a very nice lace bra before skinning out of her jean shorts displaying a nice matching thong. Reaching up, she grabbed the bottom hem of my tee shirt and pulled it over my head, then she undid the button on my shorts and pulled down the zipper, before pushing my shorts and underwear down my legs. Grabbing my cock, she started stroking it with her hand. She paused for a minute to lay back and grab the lube from the top drawer of my nightstand, squeezing some on to her hand she began stroking my cock again bringing it to full hardness. Then she used her hand to lube her hole, readying it for me to enter her. Traci laid back down on her back once again, pulled her thong off and said, "Come on Greg, put that big boy inside me."

Putting her legs on my shoulders and holding my cock with my hand with the head at the entrance to her ass, I slowly pushed forward, feeling her sphincter start to give way. Gently pushing forward it slowly slid into her ass. "Are you OK, you're still really tight?"

"Yes, give me a second. Come kiss me." As I leaned forward to kiss her, I unhooked the front closure of her bra so I could access her small breasts. I kissed Traci, then started nibbling on her neck and her nipples. "I'm ready, you can keep going," she said.

I slid out a bit then pushed in again, Traci moaned. Sliding almost all the way out again, as I slid back into the hilt this time, Traci moaned again. "Faster babe, I want it deep and hard." I picked up the pace as I started to pummel her hole. For the hell of it I slapped her ass cheek with my open hand. "Oh god yes, do that again babe." So, I did, then I used my other hand to slap her other ass cheek. "Oh yes, oh yes, babe you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that." Following her direction, I alternated slapping her ass cheeks a couple of times then switching to the other side for a couple smacks. As I'm pounding her tight hole with my cock, her small cock is flopping round, hard as a rock. Keeping it up for several more minutes with Traci breathlessly yelling "yes, yes, yes, oh god I'm cumming," she cried. I felt her ass get even tighter on my cock as her cock started spewing cum onto her belly and chest. Well seeing and hearing that was about all I could take and I made one final thrust into her hole and let out a long growl as I started pumping my load into her. "Yes, babe, cum for me, claim me as yours. Breed me babe," she cried out

After unloading in her ass, I collapsed down onto my elbows on either side of her rib cage so as to not put all my weight on Traci. Apparently, that wasn't close enough as she literally pulled me down on top of her. We kissed as my cock shrank and slipped out of her ass. "That was amazing," Traci said, slightly out of breath.

"Yes, it was! Where did all that come from? You were so genteel before, not that I'm disappointed, just surprised."

I rolled onto my back, taking Traci with me. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I've always had a wild side. There are times when I just need it rough and fast. I like to be treated like a lady in public, but there are a good number of times where I want to be treated like a slut, a whore, in private. For example, I know I will be sore tomorrow because I'm still not used to your girth, but I liked that you fucked me hard. One of these days I'm gonna figure out how to get you into my throat and I will have you face fuck me. I'm not into bondage, but I like to get tied up sometimes. I'm not into S&M, but I sometimes like to get spanked. I love to be seduced, but sometimes I like to have a man simply bend me over the table, or the desk, or the couch and just take me. And then there are times when I like to be in charge, and since you've been pegged before I might want to take your booty myself."

"Well, I'm open to all that and more. I'm gonna have to learn though how to read your signs, so I know I'm giving you what you want and not abusing the relationship. So, what changed your mind about us as a couple?"

"Two things. 1, how you handled things with my mother. You didn't assign blame or make snide comments about me, plus you were a gentleman and didn't tell her that we were having sex already. And 2, my talk with mom. She was clearly impressed with you and she let me know that I was going to miss a great opportunity to find love and caring from you. Actually, I think if my mom was single, she might try to steal you away," Traci said laughing. "I have to admit that I was concerned that you might not like being more aggressive with me sexually. I was hinting that I wanted you inside me hoping you would take me, but you always had my feelings in your heart and didn't want to physically hurt me. And when we actually slept together that Sunday night, I came out of the bathroom topless wearing a thong, but you still didn't try to push me though I would have given you my ass that night too or at least sucked your cock if you insisted. Initially I thought of that as you being timid, but I realized later that you were being a gentleman and taking what I said as my word. Perhaps it is the differences in our ages, our generations, or the way we were brought up, but it is obvious that for you when a woman says something she means it; and I was saying something that I was hoping you'd ignore. So, all that said, I want to try spending time with you. I want to teach you what I need and learn from you what you need. I want to be your girlfriend, and I want you to be my boyfriend. I won't be over here every night because sometimes work gets in the way and I need to unwind on my own. But I like the idea that you are willing to cook for me because I definitely need to eat more healthily. I eat way too much drive-thru junk food, especially after a tough day at the clinic." She paused, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Well, I was just letting you get out your feelings, listening to your needs; plus you definitely need to know that if you are saying NO to anything, I'm gonna respect that. I need to learn when you are saying MAYBE or quietly YES. My mother always taught me to treat all women with respect, especially those that I'm intimate with. I just need to learn your signs," I explained.

"Good, and I'll try to make my maybes sound less like a NO," Traci said as she reached down to stroke my cock. "You have another one in you yet, old man. I need a bit more of this fine cock you have here."

I rapidly got hard in Traci's hand. She put another layer of lube on my cock and promptly proceeded to sit on my cock, all the way down on the first plunge. She rode me cowgirl-style for a while until I lifted her off and told her to get on all fours at the edge of the bed. I stood behind her and plowed right back into her ass and began fucking her hard with deep strokes that came almost all the way out grabbing her hips as I plunged in again. Traci was pushing back to meet my thrusts. "Oh god, yes babe, that feels so nice," Traci cried out as the slap, slap sound of hips to butt cheeks, of my ball sack to hers filled the room. I knew I was going to last much longer this time as I had just cum 20 minutes before, so after plowing her ass doggy style for a good 10 minutes and listening to her pleas to fuck her harder, I pulled out, added more lube to her and me, rolled her on her back and climbed on the bed to fuck her semi-missionary style. I shoved a pillow under her butt, put her legs on my shoulders, and shoved my cock into her ass in such a way that I would be hitting her prostate on almost every thrust. "Oh god, that feeeells sooo good. You're hitting me right there, oh yes, right there, Oh fuck I think I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, oh goooodddd," Traci cried out as I grabbed her cock and began rapidly stroking it to the same beat of me pounding her. Seconds later Traci's cock exploded as I pointed it toward her face; the first two shots hit her chin, and the rest landed on her chest and belly. I didn't stop however and kept pounding her right into the mattress. After several more minutes my cock too exploded, right in her ass. At that point Traci was drained, I was drained, and as my cock softened, I landed on the bed right next to her. We dozed off together for a brief nap. Waking about 45 minutes later I asked Traci if she wanted to take a shower, or perhaps a dip in the pool.

"I don't have a swimsuit with me, and I can't swim in my bra and panties as the chlorine will ruin them."

"No worries," I replied. "I know for a fact that neither of my neighbors on either side next door are home. One went away for the weekend and asked me to keep an eye on things, and the other is at a softball tournament in Lexington all day, so we can skinny dip to our hearts content for the next several hours at least," I explained.

With that Traci gave me a push and yelled running out of the bedroom, "Last one in is a rotten egg."

I chased after her, but she was jumping into the water before I even got to the patio slider. I jumped in seconds after she did. Traci swam over to me, then jumped up dunking my head under water before swimming off. We frolicked in the pool for quite a while splashing and dunking each other several times before Traci swam over to the edge of the pool. I swam over next to her, giving her a quick kiss.

"Did you eat anything for lunch," I asked?

"No, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, I could make us an early dinner. I have salad fixings and some Tilapia in the fridge. I was planning on grilling the Tilapia. There is enough for two."

"Sounds good, but only if I can help in some way besides setting the table."

"Sure, you can make the salads while I grill the fish. For the salads I have Ranch or Italian dressing in the fridge, so surprise us with your choice."

I kissed Traci again, more passionately this time. "I'm glad you're here," I said, kissing Traci tenderly on the lips. "Perhaps over dinner, or after, we can work on our communication; you know, reviewing our overall likes and dislikes in ourselves so there is no future miscommunication."

"I really like that idea. Had we done that before we could have spared ourselves several weeks of pain," she said genuinely.

I hopped out of the pool, sitting on the edge. "I'm gonna go rinse off in the shower, you are welcome to join me. No shower sex though as I'm getting a bit hungry"

"Yeah, me too. Can I wear one of your dress shirts after I shower? I brought a bag, but it is in the car."

"Of course you can."

Traci climbed out of the pool, and we headed into the shower. I washed Traci's hair and her back while she washed her front, then Traci had me sit on the shower bench and she washed my hair. While she was washing it, she had her boobs just inches from my face, so I licked her nipple. "Hey, you said no shower sex!"

"Yeah, I know, I just couldn't help myself. I'll be good."

"Yes, please, save some of that energy for later. Despite cumming twice, I'm nowhere near satisfied," she chided.

After we finished in the shower, I put on a loose pair of gym shorts and a tank top and Traci put on one of my short sleeve dress shirts. It was a yellow windowpane checked shirt with blue stripes; summer weight so the fabric was thin, and you could just make out Traci's nipples through the fabric. She also stole one of my neckties and wrapped it around her waist, so it looked like she was wearing a shirt dress.

In the kitchen I pulled out the Tilapia and brushed it with olive oil and dashed it with some seasoning. I started the grill while Traci made the salads. "What would you like to drink," I asked?

"Beer works for me if you have it."

I grabbed each of us a Rolling Rock from the fridge and after opening them gave one to Traci. I took the Tilapia out to the grill and started cooking. Traci finished the salads and set the table, coming out to put an arm around me as I turned the fish. "You feel so good to me," Traci said, giving me a squeeze.

When the fish was done, we sat together at the patio table to eat. The salad was great and with the Italian dressing it was a perfect accompaniment for the grilled Tilapia. We chatted during dinner, and after we cleaned up, loaded the dishwasher and started it, we came back out to sit in the lounge chairs on the patio.

We started talking about our own personal do's and don'ts lists. "Can I go first," I asked.

"Sure."

"As you already know, I've been pegged many times with Tammy, so I'm open to anal play with toys or even your cock if that excites you at all. I'm open to occasional role plays where I'm the submissive, but I'm not into FemDom activities like wearing women's clothes or being put in chastity. I'm open to playful banter, but deliberate humiliation is a hard no. Accidental deposits during anal sex are fine, but I'm not into scat or being on the receiving end of golden showers. I'm not into ass-to-mouth during anal play either." Traci was shaking her head no, in agreement. "Things that really turn me on are being with a woman who understands and appreciates the value of sexy lingerie, though I wouldn't know a Honey Love set from a Victoria Secret set, just the sight of a woman in lingerie excites me no end. Garter belts with stockings are so ooh-la-la. I find a well-dressed woman exciting, but I'm not interested at all in dressing as a woman, not even as a Halloween gag. I'm OK with playful spanking, but I'm not into pain, neither receiving nor delivering it. I'm not into hard core bondage, but I'm OK if you were to tie me to the bed occasionally and tease me during love making. I already know you don't have any body art, and I don't object to someone else having body art if that is what they like, but I'm not interested in that for myself." I paused for a moment, "I'm sure there are other things, but I can't think of any right now. I guess my biggest issue is deliberate and public humiliation - for me that will end the relationship."

"I agree with almost everything you said. I'm not into ass-to-mouth. I'm not into humiliation, though I like playful talk and teasing when we are in private, like when I call you 'old man'. I love playing with sex toys, in fact I have a few of my own, and some you might like; they add an interesting layer to sex play. I'm not into scat or golden showers though I did have a 'pee war' once with my partner at the time while we were in the shower. I'm not into pain, though I like a playful spanking as you already know. I'm not into body art or piercings other than the two piercings in my ears. I love lingerie, and I think you'll appreciate many of my choices. I rarely tuck unless I am out in public in something tight like a swimsuit or very tight pants. Sexually I'm, for the most part, a bottom; but I think I'd like to take your butt occasionally; you have a very nice butt for a man. Out in public I always want to be feminine, I want to be recognized as female; for obvious reasons I'm not interested in coming out to the world. For the most part I want my man to be the dominant one in the relationship, though I now understand from our discussions why you were initially reluctant to be that person; talking about it has helped me understand where you were coming from. I think I can get used to having someone who loves me for me and who is willing to treat me as a lady; certainly, I'm going to take care of you as my man." Traci added, "I'm sure there are things we will discover about each other, but after almost messing things up by not communicating clearly, I want us to talk about things that are bugging us, even if that is how we squeeze the toothpaste tube. It seems like we are both neat nicks, so I doubt a clean home will be an issue for us."

After pausing for a few seconds, Traci continued, "As you already know, my business is very important to me, so I plan to continue working for the foreseeable future. I understand you're retired and that means there will be more opportunities for travel that might come your way as part of your hobby interests, and I may not be able to go. At the same time, I have a couple of veterinarian conferences I like to go to during the year where you may or may not want to attend depending on the city where the conference is held."

"That sounds like it could be fun to travel with you and maybe see a city I haven't been to yet, as long as it wouldn't be cramping your style with your colleagues" I replied. "Many of my hobby related trips are on weekends so if you're not on call I'd be excited to have you go with me if you're interested."

We spent the better part of the early evening talking. Later I went out to Traci's car to get her bag that she brought with her. When I came back into the house, Traci greeted me in the living room naked as a jaybird. I walked over to her, putting her bag on the chair, I pulled her close giving her a very passionate kiss. She broke the kiss pulling my tank top over my head before dropping to her knees as she pulled down my gym shorts. "So, you know, I will never deny you sex," Traci said sincerely, I suppose she was reflecting on my 'one-way street' marriage before she said it. She took my cock in her mouth and started fondling my balls. She spent the next 5 minutes getting my cock good and slick with her saliva. "I lubed while you were outside," she said. With that I picked her up and laid her over the back of the sofa. Getting behind her, I rubbed the head of my cock against her hole before pushing it into her. She let out a large gasp as I penetrated her. I pushed in and out a few times before pulling all the way out and sliding my cock up and down her ass crack before pushing it back in. I repeated that a few times listening to Traci moan with each insertion. "Please stop teasing me," she pleaded.

"Honey, I don't have a choice. You're so tight that if I don't pull out and reduce the pressure I won't last. Seeing my cock slide into your sexy ass is really getting me fired up."

"Then, just do me, babe," she replied, the sexual frustration evident in her voice, "we can always do it again before we go to sleep. I need you to fill me up with that thick cock." So, I stuck it back in and started pounding her beautiful ass. Hoping I wasn't overdoing it I slapped her ass cheek between thrusts, alternating sides.

"That's it babe, possess me, make me want you more, fuck me silly. God, it feels good, don't stop. God it's nice, I'm almost there. Babe, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop, I'm gonna cum. Oh yeah, sooo niicccee," Traci cried.

Pulling on Traci's hips as I pumped my final thrusts into her. "Honey I'm gonna cum too." Right then Traci squealed and climaxed, her cum shooting straight down out of her cock onto the hardwood floor. Her ass was clenching and squeezing my cock, just as I pushed one last time and erupted in her ass. Drained and covered in sweat, I collapsed on top of her back. Ragged breathing from the two of us was the only sound in the room for several minutes.

"Thanks, babe," Traci whispered. "That was amazing - the feeling of cumming without manual stimulation is awesome. I can't believe what I've been missing all these years."

Gathering my strength, I stood up behind Traci, my now flaccid cock easily slipping out of her ass. "I think we both need a shower."

"You go ahead," Traci said, "I'll join you in a minute. That was quite a good fucking you gave me there. I need to recover the strength in my legs first."

Weak legged myself, I headed to the master bath and got in the shower. I held the shower hose and sat on the shower bench while I waited for the hot water to arrive. Standing, I rinsed off and started washing my hair when Traci slid the door back and stepped into the shower with me.

"I know I said we could do it again before we go to sleep, and if you want me later, I'll give myself to you," Traci said, "but I'm exhausted."

"No worries," I said, "I think three times in one day is my limit. I don't even know if I could get hard again."

"Is that a challenge, babe?"

"God, I love that you're willing to try, but I'm wiped out. If we had done this in bed, I would have gone right to sleep there, no shower, no clean up, just a quick snuggle and sleep."

"To be honest, I feel the same way. Sleep would be good right now," Traci said.

After I finished soaping and rinsing, I pulled Traci in for a kiss. "Enjoy the hot water as much as you need. I'm gonna go close up the house and I'll see you in bed," I said weakly. Man, I was drained. It had been many, many years since I came three times in one day, let alone in just a few hours this afternoon and evening. I grabbed a couple of paper towels and checked the floor behind the sofa, it had already been cleaned up by Traci. By the time I had closed up the sliders, turned off the lights, locked the front door and headed to the bedroom, Traci was already sitting in bed with her hair wrapped in a towel. Silently we cuddled for 15 minutes or so. "Traci, you really drained me."

"You're not going to die on me are you," Traci asked.

"No, not tonight, but I couldn't think of a better way to go - making love to a beautiful woman."

"Aw, that's sweet, thanks babe. You're right though, we both need some sleep if we're going to play some more tomorrow."

Traci took off her hair towel and laid it on the pillow. With that we turned off the lights and went to sleep. I glanced at the alarm clock, it wasn't even 10:00 PM yet. I spooned her for a while until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and sleep overtook me.

I woke to the sound of water running. Traci was missing from the bed and when I looked at the alarm clock, it was almost 7:30 AM. I heard the microwave running when Traci popped into the room wearing the tank top I had on yesterday from when I was working in the yard. "Hey sleepy head," she sang out. "Water's on for tea."

"Thanks Traci," I croaked, "You know you could have picked something clean from my closet to wear."

"Yeah, but this shirt smells like you," she replied.

"Indeed, I imagine it smells all sweaty," I laughed, "I've got to brush my teeth, but I'll be there in a minute."

After a quick brush and a rinse with Listerine, I ran the electric razor over my mug, then joined Traci in the kitchen. Traci had opened the sliders already letting the fresh air in the house. She toasted each of us a bagel and we sat at the table on the patio to enjoy our breakfast. We made love twice more that Sunday before Traci said she had to go home as she didn't bring any work clothes and had to feed her fish. I walked Traci out to her car, giving her a hug and a lingering kiss before she got in the car. Once inside she started the car and rolled down the window. I leaned in and kissed her again. "I hope you don't mind if I tell you I love you," I said.

"I'm feeling that myself," she said. That left me wondering again if I said it too soon. As she backed down the driveway, she leaned out the window and yelled, "Bye." I waved as Traci drove away.

The next month was like that, Traci would come over once or twice a week after work and spend the night, and she spent every weekend here. I frequently cooked for her, but occasionally she brought carry-out. We made love a lot, she gave amazing blow jobs, and I learned how to edge her when I went down on her. One Sunday evening when she was getting ready to leave, she told me to plan on spending the night at her house on Tuesday evening. She told me to pack a bag with a change of clothes and clean out like you did before anal play with Tammy. She said to be at her house at 6:00 PM.

Following her instructions I cleaned out a couple hours before, showered, and put on a pair of denim shorts and a nice tee shirt. I arrived at Traci's place with an overnight bag at 6:00 PM. Traci greeted me at the door with a hug and kiss. She was wearing a nice pair of tight jeans with embroidered back pockets and a ruby red button-down blouse, with navy high heels. Without delay she took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. It was nicely decorated with a queen sized 4 post bed. It was obvious she had done an excellent job in furniture selection and the coordination of the linens and window treatments. Grabbing my bag, she tossed it on the side and pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. While sitting on my hips she reached her hand up through the leg hole of my shorts to discover that I had gone commando. "Ooo, sexy," she teased, before laying on my chest to give me a very passionate kiss. "Do you promise to do what I tell you this evening? I guarantee everything tonight meets with our do's and don'ts list. I bought a new toy I think you'll like."

"I promise."

"You promise what," she asked firmly, like a drill sergeant?

"I promise, Traci," I said hesitantly.

"It's Mistress, or Mistress Traci. Anything else will get you a smack on the ass."

"Yes, Mistress Traci."

"Now let's get you out of these shorts," Mistress Traci said as she climbed off me and pulled down on the waist band. I lifted my hips to assist in the removal. Mistress Traci reached into the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a chrome butt and some lube. She had me pull my legs up as she applied the lube to my anus, sticking first just one finger, then two and ultimately three fingers in my as to spread around the lube. I'm glad she did because the butt plug looked pretty big; not as thick as my cock, but still pretty big and I hadn't had anything other than her finger in me since I was with Tammy until now. Next, she lubed the tip of the butt plug and started applying pressure to get it to slide into my ass. I relaxed and it went in fairly easily overall. Leaving me there in the same position, Mistress Traci went into the ensuite bath and washed her hands. When she came back out, she grabbed her cell phone. At first, I thought she was going to take my picture, but instead she started playing with an app on the phone. Suddenly the butt plug started to gently vibrate in my ass.

"Put your shorts back on, we're going to have dinner."

"Yes, Mistress Traci."

"You like those gentle vibrations, don't you? Well, I can also turn up the intensity just like this." With a flick of her finger on her phone the intensity shot through the roof and I could clearly feel the vibrations against my prostate. She turned it back down to low. "If you're good, the intensity will stay low until we get back home."

"Were going out, hon," I asked in a slightly panicked voice? A split second later my eyes shot wide open as she flicked up the intensity again. "I mean Mistress Traci." Then she turned it back down.

"I thought we ought to pay Emilio a visit as we haven't been there in a while," she said.

"That sounds great, Mistress Traci."

Traci led me downstairs and, grabbing her purse, led me out to her car. "I'll drive; if I let you drive, I'll be too tempted to stick my hand under your shorts to play." It was only a ten-minute drive to Los Mariachis and after we parked and went inside, Emilio greeted us at the door.

"Miss Traci, Mr. Greg, it's great to see you two again." He gave Traci a hug and shook my hand while patting me on the shoulder. "I'm glad you too are still together; I thought you two would make a terrific couple." The restaurant was only about half full, probably normal for a Tuesday night. Friday and Saturday nights were always packed. Emilio ushered us to a small booth for two near the bar area. As I was settling into my seat, the vibrations reminded me once again that the butt plug was still in my ass. Emilio set two menus on the table. "What can I get you two to drink?"

Traci jumped right in, "Two frozen strawberry Margaritas, but I'm driving, so make mine a virgin."

"Right away Miss Traci." Emilio rushed off to enter the order into the terminal.

Our server, Maria, came over with chips and salsa. I hadn't even picked up my menu yet when she asked if we knew what we'd like to order. Before I could speak, Traci jumped right in again and said, "We'll have the steak and shrimp fajitas for two." I clearly understood how this evening was going.

After Maria went away to enter our order in the terminal, I quietly asked, "Mistress Traci, is it OK for me to have chips and salsa?"

"Of course, sweetheart, you don't need to ask if you are allowed to eat. In fact, when we are in the company of others in public, you can dispense with 'Mistress', though I like that you did it quietly just now." After a few seconds, Traci continued, "I like the way the butt plug separates your ass cheeks, but if your shorts were any tighter, I think the end of it might show."

Maria brought our drinks. Traci raised her glass, "to a night filled with adventure." We clinked glasses and I took a sip. Mine tasted especially strong, perhaps the bartender was a bit heavy with the Tequila this time. We chatted quietly, eating chips and salsa while we waited for our meal to arrive. In short order a sizzling skillet could be heard, and Maria came around the corner with our side dishes and fajita skins while Emilio carried the hot skillet heaping with steak pieces, shrimp, onion and bell pepper. "Enjoy," Emilio encouraged. And we did; it was terrific and had been quite a while since I had fajitas in a restaurant. Traci ordered us both another round of Margaritas, reminding Maria to make hers a virgin because she was driving. I shifted in my seat a bit and realized as the vibrations hit me again, that I had gotten used to them and almost forgotten about them.

When we had finished, Maria asked if we wanted flan or fried ice cream for dessert. Traci responded, "no thank you, I have dessert for us at home."

Maria brought the check, and I handed her my credit card; she went away and brought back the card and receipt. I signed it and gave Maria a 25% tip, she works so hard, and I've seen people leave her $3.00 on a $50.00 dinner bill other times, so I hoped this helped her night get a little better.

As we got up to leave the booth, I felt a little lightheaded when I stood up. I knew those margaritas were stronger than usual, but I was really feeling a little tipsy despite eating a fairly good portion of the fajitas. The constant vibrations of the butt plug were starting to have their effect too as I could feel the head of my cock sticking to my leg, which told me I was leaking pre-cum.

Traci drove us home and immediately led me upstairs to the bedroom. Being a bit taller in high heels, she didn't have to reach up too far to kiss me and she did, giving my lower lip a small bite and a suck as we kissed. "Get naked now, bitch," she ordered!

"Yes, Mistress Traci," I said standing next to the bed as I pulled my tee shirt over my head. I kicked off my boat shoes and started lowering my shorts when Traci pushed me back on the bed. She started running her hand up and down my cock as she used her other hand to slightly increase the vibrations in the butt plug. She wiped the pre-cum off the tip of my cock with her fingers and stuck them in my mouth to lick. Traci backed away, staying just in my line of sight as she began to slowly undress. When she was down to only her bra and panty, a nice lavender colored set, she picked up the phone and increased the intensity level a bit more on the butt plug. Traci walked around behind me and climbed up on the opposite side of the bed near my head.

She straddled my chest, reverse cowgirl, and, taking some lube, she began massaging and stroking my cock. When I started breathing hard, she eased off by massaging my hips and thighs, anywhere to reduce the chance of me climaxing before she wanted me to. Keep in mind, I'm still quite lightheaded from the margaritas, so my inhibition level was pretty low; it wouldn't take a whole lot between the booze and the butt plug to make me cum. Traci did the same thing four or five times, edging me. I'm really breathing hard and starting to beg, "Mistress, please let me cum."

Suddenly, as quickly as she began edging me, she stopped. Traci scooted back, and pulling her thong to the side, she sat on my face. I stuck out my tongue and began rimming her. I licked her balls, her perineum, her crack and her hole. I stuck my tongue as far as I could into her anus, poking at her hole as best as I could. When I reached up with my hands to pull her down closer, she smacked them away. "No hands, sissy bitch, use your mouth." So I continued with the same techniques, licking and poking my tongue everywhere that I could. I could tell Traci liked it because she was "umm-ing" and moaning, and her dick was no longer laying under my chin, so I knew she was erect. Traci repositioned once again, completely removing her thong panty as she did so, before straddling my face again, this time shoving her cock in my mouth. She knew I could take her small cock all the way, so she pushed into the hilt on the first thrust, her balls laying on my nose.

"Suck my cock, sissy bitch!" I almost laughed as she tried to sound tough, dominant. While I was licking her cock she began pumping up and down into my mouth. With this angle, her cock almost reached the back of my throat. When she would reach the top of her stroke, I would run my tongue over the head of her cock before she began the downward stroke. While doing this she bumped up the vibrations again on the butt plug. I was really struggling to concentrate now. After probably 5 or 6 minutes of her fucking my face, Traci abruptly stopped. She climbed off my face and scooted down to the other end where she lifted my legs and shoved a pillow under my ass. She pushed and pulled on the butt plug, varied the vibration level, and started talking dirty to me. "I'm gonna give you your sissy dream, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your ass. I'm gonna breed you, sissy bitch." Again, I almost chuckled, but I must have smiled or grinned or something, because next came a smack to my ass cheek. "What's so funny, sissy bitch?" She turned up the intensity to high and my eyes shot wide open.

"Nothing funny, Mistress Traci, I think I just had too much to drink. My little sissy body can't hold my liquor. Please fuck me, please breed me, cum in my ass Mistress, I'm here for your pleasure."

"That's right sissy bitch, my pleasure, and if I want to fuck you I will. If I want to shoot my load on your face, or in your mouth, or in your ass, I will."

While saying this, Traci lubed up her still hard cock, pulled the butt plug out, still vibrating on maximum, and threw it onto a towel on the bed laying near the pillows. She got behind me, put my legs on her shoulders, and placed her cock at the entrance to my ass and pushed. It went in easily as my sphincter hadn't completely closed yet. Traci started pumping her cock in and out of my ass. After several minutes of pumping, she pulled all the way out, then shoved back in again. She did this several times, then went back to pumping. What she was doing felt really nice, but she wasn't hitting my prostate the way the vibrations of the butt plug were. Traci was moaning and grunting as she fucked me and after perhaps 10 minutes she got real animated, fucking me as hard as she could before pushing in with one final thrust and yelling, "I'm cumming. Oh god, I'mm cummmming!" I could feel her cock pulsing, filling me with her load. I moved my legs off her shoulders and to her sides. Traci collapsed on top of me. She started to move like she wanted to get up, but I wrapped my legs around her small waist and pulled her close, sliding them down to where my heels were behind the fold where her thighs meet her ass cheeks and started pumping her ass cheeks with my legs. She pumped in and out of me a couple of times, but her cock got soft and was too small to stay inside me any longer. Right after she slipped out, she reached over and grabbed the butt plug and pushed it in my ass, still on max intensity. I let out a groan. "Aww sissy didn't get to cum. Sissy forgot to ask if she was allowed to cum. Good thing you controlled yourself; if you came without permission that would have gotten you a smack, or maybe 10 smacks."

"Please Mistress, please let me cum. I almost can't take it any longer. The vibrations are too much."

Traci lubed her left hand and started stroking my cock. With the right hand she started pulling and pushing on the butt plug in and out of my ass. With the plug on max intensity and the vibrations being transferred to my sphincter and prostate with each push and pull. In seconds I was ready to blow. "Please Mistress Traci, may I cum?"

"Not yet, hold it." Several more strokes in and out with the butt plug as Traci used her weight to push my legs and butt even higher. "OK, cum now, sissy, or not at all."

My cock exploded. Five or six good shots. The first few hit my mouth and chin, which is where I imagine Traci was aiming them; the rest landed on my chest and stomach, with the remainder oozing out of my softening cock onto my groin. Traci pulled the butt plug out as I climaxed and was pulling the pillow out from under me and lowering my legs back down onto the bed. She snuggled up next to me on the bed, running her fingers through the goo on my face and chest putting some of my cum in her mouth, and some in mine. "Thank you, Mistress. I hope my actions gave you pleasure."

"They did," she said softly, "now rest, then we'll shower."

I think we lay there for perhaps 30 minutes, I was starting to get dozy when Traci spoke, arousing me from my daze. "Thank you for playing along tonight. I was really horny and feeling a little bossy, and I wanted to find a way to give you as much anal pleasure as you give me. I saw the vibrating butt plug in one of my catalogs a while back and decided to order it. I wasn't sure initially how I wanted to introduce it to our play time. Then I had an idea pop into my head about how to do it. I hope you didn't take anything personally. Obviously in this relationship I'm way more of a sissy than you are. At any rate, you got first use of it, but perhaps you'll want to use it on me from time to time, though nothing can replace the way your cock stretches and fills me." Traci paused, "Are you ready for a shower? I know I could use one."

"Yes, give me a minute to get my sea legs" I replied, half joking. "And so you know, I didn't take any of it personally, I thought it was fun. I know you don't think of me as a sissy." As I stood up, I did the manly-man muscle flex like the Hulk does in the videos. I laughed. Traci laughed. "I'm ready, let's hit the shower."

Traci's ensuite bath doesn't have a tub, but it does have a huge shower with a rain head in the ceiling in addition to a normal shower spray hose. You could easily fit 4 people in her shower. As we washed, Traci paid special attention to washing my cock and balls before sitting on her shower bench and pulled me close. Continuing to stroke my cock, she put the head in her mouth and started licking and sucking. I kept moaning as I achieved my erection; when Traci stopped sucking, she stood up and kneeled on the shower bench. Reaching behind, she grabbed my cock and guided it to her ass. "I need you inside me. Fill me up, babe."

My cock slid into her ass; Traci gasped as it did. However, even with me spitting on my cock, there was not enough lubricant and too much friction. Looking at the shelf with the shampoo, I saw that Traci had Olay In-Shower Body Lotion. I put a squirt of that on my cock and after a couple of strokes, applied some more, which made things nice and slick. Having just cum less than an hour ago, I wasn't going to cum again anytime soon. I kept pumping her ass but the water started getting cold.

"What do you say we take this to the bedroom and let the hot water heater recharge," I said. Traci agreed. I pulled my cock out and stepped out of the shower after turning off the water. In the bedroom, I bent Traci over the footboard of the bed and told her to stay there. I retrieved the bottle of lube and applied some to her ass and my cock before starting to fuck her ass again. After several minutes with her bent over the footboard I was starting to get close to climax; but instead, I pulled out, picked her up and threw her on her back on the bed. I started sucking and softly biting her toes. Kissing the inside of her ankle, I placed one leg on my shoulder before doing the same to her other leg. Traci was moaning and slightly giggling as I did this, perhaps my hands on the bottoms of her feet were tickling her. I pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and after positioning my cock head at her entrance, I pushed in. Traci gasped again as I entered her. In this position it is easy for my cock to bump against her prostate every time I thrust into her ass. With the attention on her prostate, Traci became erect very quickly. She was moaning and whimpering a lot, and her head was thrashing from side to side.

"Oh babe, that soo niiccee," she groaned. I could tell she was close to climax as her small ball sack pulled up tight, so with my still lubricated hand I grabbed her cock and started stroking her cock. Traci went off like fireworks as I pointed her cock upward toward the ceiling. Her first shot went about 18 inches into the air landing on her chest. My aim was off on the second as it shot almost as high, but landed on the comforter. I kept pumping her ass and her cock to the same rhythm and her 3rd, 4th, and 5th shots only shot less than 12" high and landed on her belly. I kept fucking her ass and stroking her cock as Traci's body shuddered. Her head was still thrashing from side to side and she was begging me to stop, but I continued on. She tried to grab my hand, but instead I grabbed hers and held them over top of her head. With my free hand I started stroking her cock again. "Babe, please stop," she croaked, "it's too sensitive." Her body continued to shudder when she cried out, "Oh god, I'm cumming again." Her back arched and her anus clenched, and she let out a loud unintelligible cry as her body spasmed and then collapsed into the bed. Nothing more came from her cock, but she was out cold. I pulled out of her though I still had not cum yet and carefully watched to make sure she was breathing. Assured that she was, I took some tissues and wiped the cum off her and off the comforter; then I went to the other side of the bed and pulled back to comforter and top sheet. I carried Traci over and placed her in bed and covered her up. After doing this I went back into the bathroom and washed up, then slipped into bed next to her.

A while later, it could have been several hours as I dozed off myself, Traci woke me up to ask, "You didn't cum did you?"

"No, you were out of it, and I felt like I was taking advantage."

"You are so full of firsts for me. I've never had multiple orgasms before and quite frankly it scared me a little. It was like electric shocks and sparks going off in my brain. It felt like I was going to have a heart attack or stroke or something. At the same time, it felt incredible too."

"If you decide it was too much, then let me know and I won't do it again. Last thing I want is to have to call your mom and tell her I fucked you to death," I joked.

Traci laughed too, "We definitely don't want you to have to do that." Traci kissed me and started caressing my nipples; moving down she started kissing and sucking on them while stroking my cock. "We can't have you getting blue balls now, can we?" I was going to let her know that she didn't need to do this right now, but I knew it would be no use. So even though I could have slept the rest of the night, I let Traci continue. She worked on my cock for probably 10 minutes, and I was barely hard. I knew I wasn't going to cum any time soon.

I pulled Traci up next to me giving her wet mouth a kiss. "Traci, we ought to call it a night. You have to work tomorrow and I'm still a bit boozy and I'm not getting hard enough or even close to cumming. I hope you're not disappointed, because I'm not. I had a really satisfying evening with you; you were amazing, and I loved you taking the aggressive lead tonight. It is fun being a sub once in a while."

"OK, but I really wanted to make you cum again," she said sheepishly.

"Traci, honey, you know I'm not keeping score."

With that settled, we turned off the lights and went to sleep. We got up when her alarm went off at 6:30. Traci and I hopped into the shower. I forgot to bring my electric razor so my face was scratchy. Traci dressed in scrubs with a very sexy pair of yellow boy shorts and bra combination underneath. The boy shorts had an elastic type seam that went into the crack of her ass separating her cheeks nicely. Of course you couldn't tell that with the scrubs on. I put on a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt.

Traci made us each a frozen ham, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich in the microwave. She made herself a coffee. "I don't have any tea in the house, but I can pour you a glass of Orange Juice."

"OJ is great, thanks," I replied.

Since I always shaved in the morning, I was rubbing my face feeling how scratchy I was. Traci looked at me for a minute and asked, "How often do you shave?"

"Normally every morning," I said, "but I forgot my razor."

"Not your face silly, I mean shave your pubes. I noticed it was starting to get a bit of stubble down there last night."

"Oh, well generally once or twice a week depending on how fast it grows back. Why? Was it too much last night?"

"No, I was wondering if you could hold off shaving until Friday night or Saturday. I was hoping you'd let me shave you, and perhaps we could relax in that huge Jacuzzi tub you have in your bathroom."

"Ooo that sounds sexy, very erotic. Yeah, we can do that. I'll skip my regular manscaping until you come over this weekend."

Soon it was time for Traci to go to work and for me to head home. The rest of the week went by uneventfully for me. Traci had an emergency surgery on one of her clients dogs on Thursday so it was a trying day for her. Before you knew it Friday night came along. The prior week I had been to the jeweler and ordered a pendant to give to Traci, just a nice gift, not for a special event or significant date. I picked it up on Friday morning. It was an Emerald, surrounded by tiny Garnets in a Platinum mounting and a Platinum necklace chain. I planned a nice dinner at the house of Grilled Shrimp skewers with Butter and Herb Noodles, and I had planned to give it to her after we ate. I got us a nice bottle of Chablis to go with dinner, though I wasn't exactly sure that Traci liked wine since she never ordered it when we went out.

When she arrived at the house she came in with full paws. I opened the front door for her as she approached, gave her a quick peck on the lips, and took her garment bag setting off to the side. She held onto her shopping bag. She was wearing a short light blue summer skirt showing her beautiful legs, along with a sleeveless white cotton pullover top. I could just see the edge of her pink bra cup as she walked past me headed toward the kitchen. "I got you, well us really, a couple of presents." We walked into the kitchen where she set the shopping bag on the counter. Traci pulled out two wrapped gifts, one rather large, and the other the size of an old VCR cassette box. She gave me the large one to open first. Ripping the paper off, the picture on the box was of a Keurig Coffee maker. A second box taped to the top of the Keurig box had 2 dozen K-cups in it, some coffee, others of tea or hot chocolate.

"Thanks honey, now you can have coffee in the morning, and I can make a cup of tea faster than in the microwave." I chuckled, before giving her a hug and a kiss.

"Well, I did say it was for us," she said laughing. "Here open this one," she said, handing me the smaller box. I unwrapped it and it was a plain box under the wrapping, so I had to open it to find out what it was. Using my fingernail to break the seal I opened it to find a sapphire blue pair of very sexy pouch underwear that had a thong back to them when I held them up. "This is for us for playtime, I don't expect they will provide enough support for you to wear all day."

"Thanks honey, these are really cool gifts," I said, grabbing Traci and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. "I have a small gift for you." I gave her the small, wrapped box from the jewelry store.

Traci looked apprehensive as she opened it but smiled when she saw it. "This is gorgeous," she squealed, "is that an emerald, and are those small rubies?"

"Actually, they are Garnets. The Emerald is your birthstone surrounded by Garnets, my birthstone, to symbolize that I will always be there to surround you with care. The setting is Platinum as is the chain."

Traci jumped up and gave me a big hug. "Wow, this is amazing and so cool. Would you put it on me?" As Traci sat back down, I undid the clasp and came around behind her and placed it on her neck. It was a perfect length, with the pendant landing right over her heart. I sat back down on the bar stool and Traci got off hers jumping into my lap wrapping her arms around my neck, running her hand through my hair kissing me. "It's beautiful, I love it, thank you, thank you, thank you," as she peppered my lips with kisses between each 'thank you'. "What is for dinner? I already know what I'm having for dessert."

"I was planning Grilled Shrimp skewers along with Butter and Herb noodles. Real butter and herbs with real linguini noodles, not the microwaved stuff. I got us a bottle of wine, a Chablis, I hope you like it."

"Honey, you could feed me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I'm still excited about dessert later."

"Should I put on my new thong for you?"

"No. We'll wait until after I shave you first. There will be lots of time for playing and teasing after dinner."

"Well, I'll get started on the food then. There isn't much for you to do besides setting the table, unless you'd like to monitor the progress of the noodles while I grill the shrimp. There are two wine glasses in the fridge getting chilled, along with the wine. If you're feelin' really adventurous, the corkscrew is on the counter."

"What, no twist top?"

"Nope, only the best for my girl."

Dinner prep was fairly simple as I had already made the herbed butter sauce for the noodles since I was also using the same sauce to baste the shrimp as I grilled them. The noodles had to be almost done before I grilled the shrimp because the shrimp would only need two or three minutes on each side to cook. Traci helped by setting the table, opening and pouring the wine, and keeping an eye on the noodles. I grilled the shrimp, and it all came together perfectly.

It was a simple meal, but we both enjoyed it. We lingered at the table enjoying the wine before cleaning up and heading off to the tub where Traci was going to shave my pubes. "Do you want any bath oil in the water," I called out as I started filling the tub? "I don't know what fragrance it is, or how strong. It's the bath oil bottle that came with the tub instructions from Jacuzzi. I've had it in the cabinet since I moved into the house."

"No, perhaps we should skip that this time," Traci replied as she entered the room naked. Man, she is hot, and I think to myself every time I see her 'how did I get so lucky.' I stepped back into the bedroom to take my clothes off. Coming back to the bathroom I got out the shave gel, a fresh razor, and several towels, before stepping into the tub. Traci joined me and we turned on the jets and soaked for a few minutes.

When we were both relaxed, Traci said, "Go ahead and sit on the edge of the tub so I can shave you." I turned off the jets and sat as requested. She took the can of shave gel and spread some all over my ball sack, perineum, anus and the base of my cock. Gently and with great care she shaved the small amount of stubble that had grown over the week. It all felt very sexy for me and I'm sure Traci was enjoying doing it. "Have you ever thought about using a depilatory cream or getting laser hair removal done?"

"Aren't the depilatory creams a little strong for using on genitals," I asked?

"No, they make some very gentle ones for pubic areas."

"Well, it might be worth a try; how long do they last compared to shaving?"

"Well, if you're shaving twice a week, you probably would go for two weeks on a depilatory cream before you'd start to see hair growth. Of course, a laser would resolve the issue semi-permanently. Generally, you'll need several sessions at first, but it should keep the hair away for several years before you'll need a maintenance treatment."

"Yeah, but how do you find someone to do that for your genitals?"

"Believe it or not, most places that do laser hair removal work do work with the genital area," Traci explained while she kept shaving and rinsing the razor. "I can refer you to my place if you're really interested in looking into it. It's a bit expensive compared to the other methods in the short run, but it lasts so much longer. Over the years, I've tried all three and laser is the way I go now. OK, stand up, turn around, and bend over so I can do the back." I did as she asked and even though I have very little hair between my cheeks, Traci shaved that area too. When she was done, we got comfortable in the tub and turned on the jets again adding more hot water to the tub to warm things up. After putting the razor on the side, she sat next to me in the tub and started kissing me while feeling my balls and cock. "Umm, nice and smooth. Just how I like it." Traci started sucking and licking my right nipple as she began stroking my cock. I pulled her around onto my lap so I could get better access to her breasts. After several minutes of making out in the tub she announced, "I'm turning into a prune, let's get out, dry off, and go play."

We dried off and went into the bedroom. I turned on the radio and put some music on at a low volume. Traci sat on the bed and guided me into my new pouch thong making sure all the important parts were in the pouch and the thong was firmly placed between my butt cheeks. I was amazed at how smooth it felt against my freshly shaved skin. It definitely was for fun times though as it definitely would not provide enough support for me to wear all day. "Is this Rayon or Silk," I asked Traci. "It's so smooth and feels really nice."

"It's silk. I have the laundry tag for it in my purse. It is handwash only though and never, ever, goes in the dryer. I can show you how to wash it if you'd like." Traci pushed my hips away saying, "go ahead, model for me." Doing my best male stripper dance just as 'I Believe in Miracles' came on radio, I spun a 360 for her, then bent over at the waist showing her my butt while shaking my hips to the song. Traci laughed, repeatedly curling her index finger to signal me to come over, "get over here you sexy thang." Traci started rubbing my crotch on her face, enjoying the silky feel of the pouch. Of course, I started getting hard from the stimulation and Traci playfully called me an old horn-dog. She continued rubbing her face on the pouch while squeezing my butt cheeks and tracing the seam of the thong down my crack. When the head of my erection started peeking above the top of the pouch, Traci licked the tip. She had me spread my legs a bit so she could put her legs between mine and get closer as I stood in front of her while she sat on the bed. She slid the front of the pouch down a little more and took the head of my cock in her mouth while stroking the rest of my cock with one hand and rubbing my anus with the fingers of her other hand. Traci kept doing this for several minutes and I was getting quite worked up, moaning the entire time.

"Babe, that feels really nice," I murmured. Traci licked the fingers on her hand and pushed one into my ass. "Oh yeah, that's nice." Soon she added a second and then a third of her slender fingers into my ass. She was sliding them in and out but not hitting my prostate since she had her arm wrapped around my hip. "Babe, keep doing that, it feels really nice." Traci pulled her fingers out and used both hands to lower the thong to my ankles, then one hand went back to my cock, while the other went between my legs, under my ball sack, and back to my anus. At this angle she could massage my prostate when she stuck her fingers back into my ass searching for my prostate. Her mouth back on my cock, she bobbed up and down making some gurgling sounds as my cock hit the back of her throat. It felt so nice, I wanted to grab her head and start face fucking her, but she kept her hand on my cock at the limit of where it just hit the back of her throat as her lips made contact with her hand. She definitely knew what she was doing. As I got closer and closer to climaxing, I did eventually run my hand through her hair letting her know I was close. "Babe, I'm right there, oh yeah, fuck, oh yeah, ooohhhhh," I roared as my cock exploded in Traci's mouth. Just as I climaxed, Traci pulled my cock to the edge of her lips and ran her tongue side to side under the head. I could feel her swallowing my load as I started to buck and shake as I got too sensitive to continue. It felt like my legs were going to give way, so I pulled away as Traci pulled her fingers from my ass and I collapsed on the bed next to where she was sitting. Traci laid next to me and caressed my face and hair as I regained control of my breathing. "God that was incredible," I panted. We kissed passionately for about 20 minutes or so.

Traci broke our kiss and asked if I was ready to go again. "With help I can." I said and encouraged Traci to join me on top in a 69. Before climbing on top, Traci grabbed the lube from the nightstand and laid it on the bed next to us. She straddled my head, and I took her cock in my mouth. She was already getting hard in anticipation of what she wanted next. Immediately she started stroking and sucking my cock to bring it back to life, while I was giving her cock a thorough lick and suck. Once I was hard again, she lubed me up and herself as well, and turning around to face me she lined my cock up with her ass and pushed herself down onto it, riding cowgirl style.

Traci gasped as I entered her. "Yes, this is what I want; this nice, thick, hard cock in my ass." When she was comfortable, she started bouncing up and down on my cock. Her cock and her small boobs and her new pendant bounced in time to her thrusts. I reached up to massage her tits, teasing her nipples as she moaned in approval. "Yes, this is what I need. Fuck! Your cock makes me feel so full." Traci's breathing was getting ragged, and her ball sack began to pull up into her body, so I knew she was ready to come. I reached out to grab her cock, but Traci pushed my hand away, "no, don't touch it, I think I'm gonna cum, yes, oh god, here it cums, aaahhh." Traci kept bouncing as she climaxed, her cock spraying cum all over my stomach and chest, at which point she collapsed down onto my chest herself. The head of my cock was still inside her as she pushed herself up a little and began licking her cum off my chest. I tried to stay inside her as I rolled her onto her back, but my cock popped out. I shoved a pillow under her ass and pushed my cock back inside her. Looking into Traci's eyes I started pumping my cock into her. She took her legs and wrapped them around my hips, spurring me on with her heels as I fucked her ass. "Yeah, baby, give me that cock. Oooo, it feels so good." Running her hand through my hair she pulled me down for a kiss. I stopped pumping for a few minutes while we kissed as I was sure my weight was crushing her balls. Our tongues tangled and poked as we kissed and bit lips. "Why did you stop?"

"Aren't I crushing your balls?"

"No, they still haven't dropped back down yet. You're not hurting me." So, I started fucking her beautiful ass again while continuing to kiss her. After several minutes, I pulled out and applied more lube. It was going to take some time for me to cum again, I knew it and Traci knew it too. We changed positions a couple of times, her on her side with me spooning her, then doggystyle, and then back on her back with her legs up by my shoulders, applying more lube each time we changed position. I was getting close, and I started sucking and biting on Traci's big toe, alternating feet. This, along with 25 minutes of me screwing her, must have been what fired her up again because she started panting and moaning that she was going to cum. She was breathing really hard, whining - almost screeching - and her hands were scrunching the comforter as she climaxed yet again shooting a weak stream all over her belly. The clenching of her sphincter as she climaxed was enough to finally push me over the edge as well. I let out a long roaring 'oh fuck' as I pumped my sperm into her. Wasted, I collapsed on top of Traci with my head next to hers. I turned my head and kissed her ear before rolling onto my back, pulling her with me. As my softening cock slipped from her ass, I felt my load starting to dribble out of her still open hole onto my cock and the bed.

"I'm leaking," she whispered.

I grabbed Traci as she tried to get up. "It's OK. We can change the comforter. I have 2 others in the linen closet." Traci snuggled close, resting her head on my chest.

"I love you," she whispered. It was the first time she had said that to me, and I was hoping it wouldn't be the last. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

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As the summer progressed, so did our relationship. On the July fourth weekend we drove over to Bowling Green and went to the Corvette museum. That evening we watched the fireworks and then made our own fireworks in our hotel room. Traci still comes to the house a couple times a week and most weekends. Once in a while she would have me come to her townhome where she would make dinner as a change of pace. Despite saying she wasn't, she was actually a very good cook.

In early August, Traci mentioned that she was going to be attending a Veterinarian Conference in Indianapolis in the second week of September, the week after Labor Day weekend, and asked me if I wanted to go. It was Monday through Wednesday of the week, so seven days after Labor Day. It is two and a half days long. The first day was mostly dedicated to arrival, hotel check-in and conference registration, plus an open bar meet and greet in the ballroom. Days two and three were dedicated to conference activities dealing with new tests, procedures, and therapies in the morning and early afternoon, with a vendor display session in the late afternoon and evening before they had their banquet on the evening of the second night. Day three was meetings and heading out around 3PM for home. It was pretty typical of the conferences I attended over the years in my industry, very structured to keep everyone's attention.

"Where is it being held in Indy," I asked?

"I think it is at the Crown Plaza in downtown Indy," Traci replied.

"Oh, cool, would you like to sleep in a railroad car," I asked?

"What? No, the Crown Plaza is a nice hotel, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is a very nice hotel," I explained, "It used to be part of the Indianapolis Union Station passenger depot for the railroad prior to 1986. It was bought and renovated by the hotel but remains somewhat in character as a train depot. On the second floor, which is where the train boarding platforms were when it was a station, they have several 1920's Pullman passenger cars that were converted into guest rooms. So, if you think it would be cool to sleep in a railroad car, get one of those as our guest room. It will most likely be more expensive than the rooms for the conference, but I will pay the upcharge. It will be fun."

At first, she looked at me like I was crazy, but then she smiled and said, "Yeah, that sounds like it would be really cool."

August turned into September and soon it was time for our trip to Indy. I did some research and found some interesting things to occupy my days there. I didn't expect to see Traci much, if at all, on the first two days as I was sure she would be spending time with colleagues and catching up with old friends, plus the conference banquet was the second evening. At any rate, we drove up on Monday morning. It was only a 3-hour drive, so there was no reason to waste money on a short commuter flight and a rental car. We arrived and got checked in at the hotel. Traci was amazed at the fact that so many of the steel beams were exposed from the train station. The lobby was on the street level and the passenger cars that were converted to guest rooms were on the second floor. Most of the regular guest rooms were on the second story and higher.

When we got to our room in one of the Pullman cars, Traci was impressed with the room's appointments. We unpacked and then Traci was off to sign-in for the conference, get her badge, etc., and attend the opening meet and greet in the ballroom. I watched a little TV and then went out to eat some dinner. I wandered around the downtown area and found that Lucas Oil Stadium was open. There was a high school football game going on that was free to the public. There were only perhaps 5,000 people there, clustered behind their respective team's sidelines, so I sat and watched the last 2/3rds of the game. It was fun watching the prospective college or NFL players of the future.

When I got back to the hotel, it was going on toward 10PM, I saw Traci in the bar whooping it up with some of her colleagues. I smiled to myself and went up to our room. I watched the local news on the TV and then began to get dozy, so I turned off the light on my side of the bed and got under the covers.

A little while later, after midnight I think, Traci came into the room. She was very animated and probably had a little too much to drink. I've never seen her this intoxicated before; she wasn't falling down drunk by any means, but she wasn't feeling too much pain either. She quickly undressed and slipped into bed behind me, spooning me. "Ooo, lookie what I found, a naked man in my bed." I could feel her erection pressing against my ass cheeks. "I think I want some of this booty," she exclaimed, "It's booty call time."

I was starting to say something along the lines of maybe getting some sleep because she had an early day tomorrow but felt her applying lube to my anus. Then she pushed the head of her cock up against my hole and said "open sesame" as she pressed herself into my ass. "Oh baby, I need this." Traci pushed all her weight into fucking my ass. I rolled my hips, so I was lying flat on the bed and Traci started really going to town on my ass. "That's my baby, give me what I need right now. Oh yeah, that feels good."

Traci kept going for 5 or 6 minutes until her breathing became really ragged and I could tell she was about to cum. I clenched my sphincter and could feel her cock pulsing as she unloaded into my ass. Traci collapsed onto my back. We lay there for a minute or two and I asked her if it was good for her. Traci turned her head and snored - she was asleep. Her cock shriveled and slipped out of my ass. Pushing back, I rolled her onto her side and moved out from under her. I went in the bathroom and cleaned up, then got a warm washcloth to wipe her up, before sliding her onto her half of the bed and shutting off her light. I set the alarm in case I didn't wake up at 6:30.

Traci was still out when I got up at 6:30. I jumped into the shower for a quicky wash. When I came out 10 minutes later, Traci was just stirring. "What time is it," she asked.

"6:45," I replied, "what time does your meeting start?"

"Nine o'clock. Do you want to have breakfast with me?" She looked at me sheepishly, "Did I do anything bad last night? I have some things floating around in my head, but I don't know if they are real or if I dreamed of them."

"Well, someone was very horny when she came in after celebrating with her friends. She proceeded to take my ass and then went to sleep with her dick still inside me."

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm fine; you used plenty of lube."

"Oh Greg, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you."

Traci showered and dressed. I was dressed when she came out of the shower, so we both went down to breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Afterward, we went back to the room and Traci gathered her badge and notebook and was off to her meetings. I sat with my laptop and pondered how to spend my day.

I went to a sports bar that evening for dinner, ate some wings and watched a little baseball. About 7:30 I went back to the hotel and had a beer in the bar area, before going up to our room. I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching ESPN News when Traci came in around 9:00 PM talking all about her day, about some of the neat vendor items she saw before the banquet, how the banquet food was better here than at some of the conferences she went to in the past. She took off her skirt and top and plopped herself over my lap. She was wearing a thong, so her ass cheeks were there on display. "You should spank me," she said.

"Why would I want to do that," I asked?

"Because I was a bad girl last night. I was inconsiderate and left you with blue balls, while I got my rocks off."

I began rubbing her ass cheek with my open hand. "Traci, I'm not upset about last night. You had a little too much to drink while socializing with your colleagues; no big deal."

"No, I deserve a spanking," she said as I patted her on the butt.

"OK, is 5 swats enough?"

"5 on each cheek? OK, I deserve it." So, I rubbed her butt for a few minutes before hitting her with the first swat of my hand. "One, thank you master." Not really knowing how to proceed, I smacked her again. "Two, thank you master." I alternated cheeks for the next two swats. Traci called out the numbers. When we got to 10, 5 on each cheek, Traci crawled down between my legs and started rubbing her face on my groin area through my clothes. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped the fly and unhooked the button at the top. She started pulling on my slacks, "Please master, let me suck your cock." I said nothing, but lifted my hips so she could pull my slacks and underwear down. She pulled them off my legs and threw them off to the side before taking my cock in her mouth. She worshiped my cock for several minutes before taking some lube that I didn't notice her retrieve and coating my hard cock. Getting up and sitting on my lap wrapping her legs around behind me she begged, "please master, fuck my tiny hole to make up for last night." I still said nothing as Traci reached behind herself and guided my cock to her waiting anus. She rose up ever so slightly and pushed down on my cock which forced its way into her. She let out a slight gasp, as she always does when I enter her. Although easier than the first time, she remains really tight. Once she was comfortable, she started riding up and down, pushing on my hips to get leverage on the up stroke. Her small cock was between us, and it started to harden as she was rising and falling.

After several minutes of this I stood up with her legs wrapped behind me and carried her over to the small desk they had in the room, setting her butt down on the desktop and pushing her back so her shoulders were up against the wall. It probably wasn't the most comfortable position for her, but based on her role play I think she meant tonight to be about me. I really started fucking her ass, varying the depth and the tempo. Because of the slight arch in my cock and her being on her back, I'm pretty confident I was hitting her prostate regularly when I pulled almost all the way out and thrust in again. "God this feels so good," she groaned. "Master, if you keep this up, I'm gonna cum."

"Good girls wait to be told when they can come, don't they? So, you hold it until I'm ready; then you cum when I cum, or you cum when I come back. Got it?"

"Yes master, I will try, but I'm close." I kept plowing her ass, plap, plap, plap, the sound of skin slapping skin. I could tell she was doing everything she could to hold back. Finally, I felt my own orgasm building in my balls and right before I climaxed, I told her, "Cum now." I let out a long growl and a few "oh fucks" as I unloaded into her ass. Traci came too, with the first shots hitting her face and neck with the rest landing and oozing out on her chest and belly. I picked her up and carried her over to the bed with my cock still inside her. I gave her a few more thrusts until I softened to the point where I couldn't stay inside her any longer.

"Thank you, master," Traci said weakly.

Lifting Traci off the bed, I carried her to the shower and we both bathed. Afterward while we were drying, I asked her, "Did you enjoy that spanking? I realize it was just role play, but I didn't think you were into that."

"Yeah, I just got it in my head that I needed to make up for last night. That wasn't right for me to do that after having too much to drink."

"Traci, I wasn't upset about what happened last night other than you fell asleep with your cock in my ass. I'm willing to let you have a booty call and 'do me' any time you want. I'm just happy things weren't too messy when I rolled you over. Anyway, I hope I wasn't spanking you too hard. You know, if we are going to have play sessions like this, we ought to create a safe word we can use if things get too intense - something we wouldn't normally use in conversation when we're making love."

"No, you didn't spank me too hard, but I don't think I would want it any harder though. Your safe word idea is a good one. Any thoughts on what we should use?"

"Well," I said, "do we want a two-stage set of words, one for the need to ease off a bit - to slow down, and another for stopping altogether? Perhaps something like banana, because it's yellow, to slow down or ease off; and apple, because it is red, to stop altogether. Neither of us has indicated we're into significant bondage, so I doubt any non-verbal cues would be needed."

Traci laughed, "apples are green and yellow too you know."

"OK, well we could just use the traffic light system; call out 'Yellow light' and play slows down, while calling out 'Red light' means stop now."

"I was just being funny," Traci chided me, "Banana and apple work fine for me. Oh, and by the way, I stopped at the front desk before coming up and asked if we could stay one more night and check out on Thursday morning. They said we could, that it wouldn't be a problem, this way we can have a nice dinner together instead of rushing home."

"That's fine, but don't you have to work on Thursday?"

"No, I actually took the entire week off, but I am on-call this weekend. So even when we get home on Thursday afternoon we can play some more if we'd like."

"That's a nice surprise. Since we have the extra night here, while you're in your meeting tomorrow, I'll ask the concierge to recommend a place for dinner tomorrow evening."

We snuggled together until we both fell asleep. In the morning there was no rush as we didn't need to pack up for checkout before Traci's meetings. After breakfast she went to her meeting session and I went to talk to the concierge. She recommended Harry and Izzy's which was almost directly across the street from the hotel, so we didn't need to drive. After Traci's conference was over, I waited in the lobby while she said her goodbyes to her colleagues, a couple of them she went to school with in PA. We returned to our room and got dressed for dinner. I dressed in a pair of khaki slacks with a light blue denim short-sleeve shirt. Traci looked great in a dark blue slightly above the knee-length skirt with a pale-yellow silk top. She looked amazing, as always when she dresses up. She was wearing a pair of wedge-heeled sandals, and she flashed me as we were getting ready to leave the room by bending over and flipping up her skirt revealing a white lace thong and a garter belt and stockings. I was ready to jump her right then and there, but I behaved knowing there would be fun unwrapping her later.

Harry and Izzy's was great - we had an excellent dinner accompanied with a very nice bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Walking in and walking out Traci got the stares of several women dining there and a few from the men as well. I'm sure they thought she was my daughter, or perhaps that I was exorcising a mid-life crisis with a young chippy on my arm. We walked hand in hand back to the hotel, and I could tell already that Traci was getting frisky. While on the elevator Traci grabbed my ass and gave it a good squeeze.

We were barely in the door of our railcar guest room when Traci had her hands wrapped around my neck, fingers running through my hair, as we embraced in a deep kiss, tongues tangling and fighting for supremacy. Traci reached down and started unbuttoning my shirt to run her hands over my chest before going further south to begin removing my slacks. "Slow down honey," I said, "are we in a big hurry?"

"I want this thick cock inside me where it belongs."

"And you'll get this thick cock inside you, but we don't have to rush things, do we?"

I walked backwards leading Traci over to the bed. I sat on the edge as she kicked off her sandals, which, with this bed, put her at the perfect height for some more kisses. We started kissing again and I slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. Easing it out of the waistband of her skirt, I pushed it off her shoulders and it slipped to the floor. The bra she was wearing was a match for the thong panty - white with lace edges. It was ever so slightly padded giving her a bit more cleavage than she would normally have. We continued kissing while I reached behind her and undid the button of her skirt, allowing it to fall into a puddle at her feet. I broke the kiss and leaned back to enjoy the view. Her thong panty was on top of the garter straps so I would later insist that she keep the stockings on as we made love. I let out a soft whistle, "my god woman, you look freaking hot." Leaning forward again, I kissed Traci again and began caressing her breasts through the bra. I kissed her cleavage, alternating between the skin on each of her breasts, while reaching behind to unclip the bra. As the bra fell to the floor to join the rest of her clothes, I began licking and sucking on her nipples. Traci was moaning and had her hands running through my hair as I gave her nipples the attention they deserved. Traci kept moaning and caressing my scalp as her nipples hardened as I sucked, nibbled, and lavished kisses on them. I even tenderly bit down on her right nipple and Traci let out a hiss and pulled my head closer, even as her head flopped backward. Leaving her breast, I moved up and kissed her throat and scraped across it with my teeth, again causing her to hiss and let out a small gasp.

As I moved my attention down to her left nipple, tenderly biting it, I eased her panty down her legs and it landed on the floor at her feet, careful to not have it hang up on her hardening cock. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs at the fold where they meet her butt cheeks and gently pushing her backward I cradled her in my hands, picking her up and pulling her to my laps. Traci sensed what I was doing and spread her legs, so her knees were on either side of mine on the bed. Leaving her left breast I passionately kissed Traci again. We shared tender, passionate kisses for probably another 10 minutes before I picked Traci up and spun her around on the bed laying her on her back. Still kissing, I broke the kiss and began working my way down her body. I gave her cock a lick as I bypassed it on my way to her thighs. Kissing my way down her leg to her knee, I switched to the other leg and kissed my way back up to her scrotum, giving her balls a good licking. Lifting her sack, I kissed per perineum and stuck my tongue out giving her anus a lick. Traci moaned her approval as I licked and pushed my tongue into her sphincter. She was clean and it only tasted like human skin as I got it really wet before moving back to her cock and putting it in my mouth. Traci let out a soft groan as I engulfed her cock all the way to the root right away, rubbing my nose into her pelvis. Pulling back for a second, I licked my middle finger and began rubbing her anus as I went back down on her. I licked and sucked and bobbed up and down on her cock, even as I only rubbed the outside of her anus. "Ooohh, you're just teasing me now. Please make me cum. I need it so bad."

I picked up the pace on her cock and I could feel her anus relaxing and opening, begging in its own way for me to penetrate her. When Traci started grabbing my hair again, I knew she was getting close to climax. Her ball sack pulled back into her body, she arched her back, sucked in a breath and let out a small cry as her cock pulsed in my mouth releasing her load. I swallowed and swallowed again and eventually Traci stopped her cries and collapsed into the bed, breathing shallow. "Oh my god, that was nice," she quietly croaked. "You're such a good lover; every time feels like the first time, and there is always something new and different in how you do it."

Grabbing the lube and a bath towel, I climbed up onto the bed next to her and gave her a long kiss. As Traci regained her composure, I once again began playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples and sucking them. Traci used her hand to stroke my semi-hard cock bringing it to full mast. I slipped myself between Traci's stocking clad legs and lifted them up to my shoulders and as I did, I slid a pillow covered with the bath towel under her butt. I lubed Traci's anus using 1, then 2, and ultimately 3 fingers, before applying lube to my cock and pressing the head against her entrance. Traci relaxed her sphincter, and I slid into her. "Oh, god, it feels even bigger than normal." I pressed forward to the hilt, then waited for a moment for Traci to be comfortable before withdrawing all the way out. Before her rectum closed, I slid in again, then pulled all the way out. "OK, now you're just torturing me. Put that thing in and give me the good fucking I need right now." I pushed back in and began a slow steady love making to her butt. The slight upward curve of my cock allows me to pull almost all the way out to the point where the head of my cock pressed against her prostate on the inward thrust. I kept a slow but steady pace, wiggling my hips to vary how my cock felt to her. It wasn't long before Traci was moaning and crying my name, "Greg, babe, do it harder. I need it harder, babe." I granted her wish.

As I started pounding her harder, still with full long strokes, her cock began getting a little harder and pre-cum was evident at the tip. The extra exertion was bringing me closer to climax. "Traci, you are still so tight, I really love the way this feels. It always feels so good."

"Babe, you just keep filling me up. I love it too. Having you inside me is incredible. Oh yeah, oh god, I think I'm gonna cum again." I kept up the pace as my own climax was imminent. "Oh god! Oh Fuck! I'm cuummminng," Traci cried out. She scrunched up the sheets in her hands as she climaxed.

Cum flowed out of her cock onto her belly as her sphincter pulsed and clenched around my cock which put me over the edge right after her. "Oh Fuucckk," I groaned as I pumped my load into her. I stayed kneeling between her legs as Traci ran her fingers through her cum and raised it to her lips. "Care to share," I asked. Traci dipped her fingers again and raised them to my lips for me to lick clean. With one hand I lifted Traci's butt and slid the pillow out with the other. I rolled onto my back and pulled her with me. My cock, firm but softening quickly, Traci clenched her sphincter to keep me inside of her as we rolled over, but even with that effort I slipped out of her ass and my cum began leaking from her anus onto my groin area. I pulled her up for a kiss; and to keep the cum from leaking onto the bed. We kissed and cuddled for 30 minutes or so before heading in to take a shower. Shortly after, we were back in bed watching a little TV before turning out the lights and going to sleep.

In the morning, we packed up and I went to load the car and settle the hotel bill. Traci was going to meet me in the lobby restaurant for breakfast before we headed home. After catching up to Traci in the restaurant, I ordered ham steak with scrambled eggs and OJ. Traci ordered a western omelet and coffee. After the server left our table Traci began telling me about her encounter with our railcar neighbor. "When I was leaving our room, I ran into the lady who had the room on the other end of the railcar. She told me she was jealous; that my husband was quite a lover. Apparently, we were louder than we thought, or the dividing wall is thinner than we expected. She said she wished her husband made love to her like that. She asked if you spanked me, and I said you did. Then she asked if I went down on you after you spanked me, and I said I did. She said, I wish my husband would spank me sometimes. Two nights in a row your husband had you screaming through your climax. Anyway, I just smiled, and I told her the sex with my man is great, and I told her when I go down on you, I swallow. She blushed and said maybe she should try that, and perhaps it might fire up her husband to be more adventurous."

I smiled, "Well, I'm glad the audience was pleased with the performance." We chuckled about that on the way home. At one point halfway through the drive, I glanced over at Traci who was looking around with a wicked grin on her face. "What's going through your mind," I asked?

"Well, I was trying to figure out how I could give you 'road-head'."

I smiled and said, "I'm not sure that it would work in either of our vehicles; the armrest and console are in the way. You'd be leaning over all that and visible to anyone driving by in the other lane. Could I trade that offer in on 'pool-head' at the house?"

"Underwater or pool side?"

"Definitely pool side. I wouldn't want you to drown trying to give underwater 'pool-head'," I said laughing.

"Well perhaps tonight then, after it gets dark, we can go skinny dipping, and I'll give you 'pool-head'; though I'll probably need to shove my panties in your mouth to keep you quiet or the neighbors might hear your roar when you climax." We both laughed about the visual on that one.

The rest of the drive back to Traci's was filled with sexual innuendo but otherwise was uneventful. When we got to Traci's I carried in her suitcase and she told me to scram. She was going to start a load of laundry, pack a quick bag and come over a little later. I kissed her, we exchanged 'I love you' and headed to my home where I also started laundry and looked to see what our options were for dinner at the house. Being tired from the drive home and not having anything easily available in the freezer for dinner, I decided to suggest we order a pizza once Traci arrived. I just hoped she wouldn't want pineapple on it.

Traci arrived around six dropping her bag by the front door, just minutes after I finished folding the last of my laundry. She was dressed in light blue short shorts, not quite daisy-dukes, but close, flat sandals and a pink bikini top so I figured she was wearing the bottoms under her shorts. As tight as the shorts were, I was certain she was tucking. I was already wearing my swim trunks with a tank top. Giving her a kiss, I said, "Hi honey, I couldn't find anything convenient to make for dinner, everything was frozen. How about if we order a pizza?"

"Pizza sounds good. What do you like on it?"

"Anything except anchovies or pineapple bites," I replied.

"Oooo, Yuck, anchovies and pineapple have no place at all on a decent pizza. Where should we order from?"

"Personally, I like Luigi's, but I'm open to hearing your favorite place."

"Well, I was gonna say Luigi's too, so that's fine. How do mushrooms and pepperoni sound to you," Traci asked?

"That works for me too. I'll call and order it." I ordered the pizza and paid with my credit card. "Pizza will be here in 35 minutes," I said as I grabbed a couple of Rolling Rocks from the fridge, opening both and giving one to Traci.

Traci took a swig, "Umm, this tastes good. Thanks babe." We sat and enjoyed our beers at the patio table, just chit-chatting about things Traci learned at her conference, and about some of her colleagues from vet school. I grabbed two more beers, and started setting the table just as the doorbell rang. Traci went to get the door. "That's likely the pizza," I said. "There is a five on the table in the foyer for the driver as a tip."

Traci answered the door, and I think shocked the delivery driver. It was Michelle, one of Luigi's regular delivery drivers, who always flirts with me, but apparently, she may be bisexual because she looked Traci up and down saying "Oh my." Traci smiled, took the pizza, and gave her the $5 tip. As Traci was closing the door Michelle hollered, "Thanks Mr. Thompson."

Traci looked at me and asked, "What was that about?"

"Michelle is one of their regular delivery drivers. She always tries to flirt with me when she delivers here, but perhaps she's bisexual as she really thought you were hot in your outfit," I stated.

"Babe, should we invite her in for a three-some next time," Traci teased?

"Umm, no, you're all the woman I need," I said, giving her a hug after she set the pizza on the table. We enjoyed our pizza and beer (isn't that what the frat houses call a breakfast of champions?) before deciding to take a dip in the pool. Traci shimmied out of her short shorts revealing the bikini bottoms, pink the same color as the top with the back covering half a cheek each. "You are so beautiful, Traci, how did I get so lucky?" I took my tank top off. We splashed around in the pool for a while and then sat on the steps at the shallow end, just enjoying the water. With it being September, the water still warm at 78° felt nice compared to the evening air that was lingering around 70°. Pretty soon dusk turned to darkness. I stepped away for a minute to turn off the patio lights, though the pool lights were still on. They were color-changing LEDs, so I set them for violet, and came back to sit next to Traci. I pulled her to me for a kiss and we spent the next bit of time making out. Eventually Traci told me to come sit on the edge of the pool in the shallow end as she took off her bikini top. I did as she asked, and she came over between my legs pulling my swim trunks off. I pulled Traci up for a kiss, but she went right back into the water and began playing with my nipples. Her teasing them with her fingers and sucking on them, coupled with the cool air made them hard and erect. Then she went to work on my cock. She lavished it with kisses sucking on it, shoving most of it in her small mouth while it was still soft. She continued sucking and playing with it, licking and sucking my balls, and kissing and sucking on my inner thighs until I was hard.

Traci grabbed it about halfway down with her hand and started bobbing on it, sucking hard on the up stroke, and hitting her gag reflex on the way down making a gurgling sound each time. Her mouth was too small to take my cock into her throat; I knew that, but the gagging noises were firing my imagination that she was sincerely trying to do it. Quietly I praised her, "Oh babe, that is so nice. What you're doing feels so good. I'm so close babe, I'm so close." Traci eased off on the bobbing and sucking and eventually pulled off my cock altogether. She started kissing my thighs, biting them even, kissing and licking my balls until I calmed down. Then she started her routine all over again, getting me so close to where I was quietly begging for release, when she went back to my thighs and balls again, deliberately edging me. She did this twice more and I was almost in tears from the denied climax as she continued to edge me. On the fifth time she really went to work in earnest this time. The gagging and slurping noises was all I could take, and I started pushing her head down, sincerely begging her to let me cum this time. Of course, with her hand firmly gripping my cock halfway down there wasn't any chance of pushing her head all the way down but it felt good to try. In the end I let go of her head and grabbed one of the pool towels and bit down on it as I let out a fabric subdued growl and climaxed into Traci's mouth. She pulled my cock back to her lips so she wouldn't gag on my cum as she swallowed multiple times trying to get every last drop of my seed in her belly. I was spent, too weak to fight and I collapsed backward onto the cool concrete pool surround. Traci kept licking and sucking on my cock making my body shudder. "Stop honey, too sensitive," I croaked. But she didn't. My body shuddered, explosions like fireworks in my brain, as I used my legs to push myself out of range of Traci's mouth.

"Cum for me again," she said urgently.

"No babe, I can't, it feels like I'm having a stroke or a heart attack or something. It's too sensitive."

Traci climbed out of the pool and sat next to me, gently stroking my limp cock. "I'll give you some time to recover, but I want some more of this later."

"Deal," was all I could say.

As I lay there on the concrete with Traci gently stroking my cock, I reflected on my life. I knew, from even when I was in high school in the shower after a basketball game, that my cock was somewhat larger than average. I also knew I didn't have the biggest cock that ever was made by nature simply by watching almost any porn flick. Over the years I had several women tell me I was larger than average, but none, not even Tammy who taught me the most about my own sexual enjoyment, craved my cock the way Traci did. Traci always seemed to want me to know how thick I was, how much I filled her. She never failed to swallow my cum when giving me a blow job. I was lucky, blessed, and it made me want to give her as much pleasure as she gave me. As I regained some of my strength, I took Traci's hand in mine as I told her, "I love you, Traci."

Traci looked in my eyes and said, "I know you do, and I love you too." Traci helped me to my feet, and we walked into the bedroom. I laid on the bed and Traci laid next to me, kissing me and stroking my cock, bringing it back to life. Rolling over, she grabbed the lube from the nightstand and rolled back, applying some to my cock, and reaching behind herself applied some to her anus. She straddled my hips and guided my cock to her tight hole. Traci let out a gasp as my cock slid into her. I reached out for her cock to give it a rub, but Traci pushed my hand away. "I know you want to pleasure me, but I want to do this," she said patiently. "I love reaching climax from your cock alone. It really is something that's never happened with anyone before you."

Traci thrust herself up and down on my cock riding just the way she needed to for it to hit her prostate and all her sensitive spots to excite her. Based on her moaning and breathing she was rapidly reaching her peak. But then she slowed down, stopping, just sitting on my cock until her breathing was under control. She started again, rapidly building to a peak, and then stopped. Traci was deliberately edging herself riding my cock. At the same time, it was allowing me to catch up. By the time she had edged herself 5 or 6 times, there was almost no time difference when she resumed riding me and her fast-approaching climax. Pre-cum was already oozing out of her cock, which, while hard, was flopping around all over and small splashes of pre-cum were landing in various places on my stomach and chest. Eventually, she couldn't hold back any longer, her scrotum had long since retreated into her body, she cried out, "oh god babe, I'm cumming, oh god, oh ffuuuccckkkk!" Cum shot from her cock as she continued thrusting up and down, the first blast landed on my right nipple, the second on my left rib cage, and the third landed on my stomach seconds before Traci collapsed on top of me. I was still hard, but when she landed on top of me, the angle was wrong, and I slipped out of her ass. Traci let out a small groan, and attempted to move, but I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight to my body.

"Relax, babe, just lay here and relax," I told her.

"But I wanted you to cum too."

"I didn't say the night was over honey, I simply said relax." Traci rubbed her body against mine smearing her semen load between us.

After Traci recovered somewhat from her climax, we spent several minutes smooching, eventually I suggested a shower before we continued to play. Traci agreed and off we went to the shower, we needed to rinse off the pool chlorine water anyway. Traci got to work right away washing my body, focusing on my chest, stomach and stroking my semi-hard cock with her soapy hand. I made sure to wash her body and especially her anus and butt cheeks. We washed each other's hair, and I stepped out to dry while Traci used conditioner on her hair. Standing there naked, I wrapped her in a towel when she came out of the shower and handed her a second towel for her hair. Standing behind her, and after she set the hair towel aside, I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently kissed the nape of her neck. Traci moaned and shivered slightly as I kissed my way down her spine. As I got to the top of the split of her butt cheeks, I pushed her so she was leaning on the counter on her elbows. Spreading her cheeks I licked and kissed her anus, thrusting my tongue in and out. Traci continued to moan and hiss, catching her breath as I teased her hole. Kissing my way back up her spine, I reached for some lotion on the counter and applied a big dollop on her tight hole, and another dollop on the head of my cock. Traci didn't complain at all as I slid my cock into the ass. In fact, she hissed "Yes!" as I did. I had to bend my knees pretty far to get low enough to enter her, so I stepped wide with my legs outside hers as I pumped my cock in and out of her. Having her legs close together created a different feeling than when she had her legs spread because her cheeks were also pressing against my cock as I thrusted in and out.

As I felt my climax start to build, I grabbed Traci by the hips pulling her toward me as I thrust into her, almost pulling her off her feet. Standing on tiptoes, Traci started talking dirty to help fire me off quicker. "Yeah, baby, fuck my ass, fuck this bitch and make me your woman. Harder babe, fuck me harder, cum in my ass, breed me." She squeezed her legs and clenched her sphincter, and it was all too much and with a long deep growl, my cock unloaded in her ass. "My big old bear, growl for me some more, fill me up." I wrapped my arms around Traci as I tried to get my strength back in my legs. After a few minutes we turned and stepped back into the shower for a quick wash and rinse before drying off for the second time. Traci used the blow dryer while I peed. Soon we were in bed snuggling before dropping off to sleep.

Friday morning, Traci was up before me, as I slept until past 7:30 in the morning. Waking I could smell Traci's coffee all the way in the bedroom. I always thought the aroma of coffee smelled great, just never liked the taste. Anyway, after brushing my teeth, and donning my pouch/thong underwear as a surprise for Traci, a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, I ambled off to the kitchen. Traci was sitting at the counter in her blue short shorts and one of my tank tops, that could almost be a short dress on her small frame, sipping her coffee. "Morning sleepy head! Shall I make you a cup of tea."

"Yes, please," I replied as Traci got off the stool and came over and gave me a big hug.

"You were wonderful last night. I really loved how you simply bent me over the counter and took me after our shower. Being taken is one of my favorite fantasies and I really feel closer to you when you do it. Not that I don't enjoy the way you make love to me other ways, because I do - oh god do I. Before you, I've never climaxed just from anal stimulation, I know I've told you that, but it's true - not even with my favorite dildo. But when you simply take me, it just makes me feel closer to you, more in love with you." Traci paused, "I hope I'm making sense; it just feels really special being with you. I can tell you love me just by the way you treat me." Traci kissed me and walked over to the Keurig to make me a cup of tea.

She brought it to me as I sat on a stool at the counter setting the mug in front of me. "You know I would do anything you asked me to, right," she asked. "If you told me to get on my knees right now and suck you off, I would do it. If you wanted a three-some with that chippy who delivered the pizza, I'd do it. That power dynamic doesn't upset me at all and I don't feel degraded by you asking me. I just want you so badly; it scares me sometimes. And I'm not just talking about sexual things. I want to be with you, to share my time with you, just being around you excites me."

Traci was still standing next to me after putting the mug down and I pulled her in for a kiss. As she sat back on her stool with her coffee, I opened up too, "Last night, laying on the concrete after that amazing orgasm, I was reflecting on how lucky I am, how blessed I feel, having you in my life. I find that frequently you are all I can think about. I'll be working on a modeling project for someone, and I'll remember something you said or did, remembering how it made me feel and soon 30 minutes have passed, and I don't know where the time went. I don't believe I'll ever need a 'three-some' with another woman, but if that is one of your fantasies we can make that happen. Having a woman as beautiful as you, desire me the way you do, is more than I ever expected in a relationship. I truly love you. I think you're an amazing, beautiful, sexy, successful woman."

Before I could continue, Traci interrupted, "And that's one of the other things I love most about you; from the very first time we met and forever since you have always referred to me as a woman. You've never used any derogatory transgender term to me or about me, even during sex play. You respect me as a woman, one with a little something extra that you always manage to satisfy, but a woman, nonetheless. I really appreciate that."

"Traci, I hope you know that I will do anything that you asked me to as well. If you have fantasies you want to experience, I'll be happy to help you with them. If there is a trip you'd like to take or something special you'd like to do but perhaps it isn't a budget priority right now, if you can take the time off work, we can make that dream happen. You are so special to me. I honestly and truly love you and if I even had an inkling that you'd say 'yes', I would ask you to marry me in an instant."

For a long minute Traci didn't say anything, she just looked me in the eyes. I wondered to myself if I said too much once again; revealed too much of how I was feeling. Then she surprised me, "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you! Don't do anything yet though, let me talk to my mother to see if she can work on my father before Thanksgiving. If they are OK with it, then we'll announce it at Thanksgiving dinner. If my father can't get past the age difference, then we'll just get married quietly at the county courthouse or go to Vegas or something." I smiled as Traci went on, "I've actually been giving this some thought on my own wondering if you'd ever express interest in marriage. I want you to know that I will be keeping my maiden name, not as any slight to you, but because of how my name is associated with the Animal Hospital. I don't think I want an incredibly big wedding; instead, even if it isn't at the courthouse, I'd like something small, perhaps here or at the park. A simple dress for me, you in just a nice suit and tie - I noticed you have several in your closet. Maybe we can talk to Emilio about renting his restaurant, or at least a portion of it, for the reception."

I took her hand in mine across the counter. Traci continued, "We've never really 'lived' together full time, this week has been the most consecutive nights together so far, so I have to warn you that there are emotional days for me at work where I will want to come home and just sit quietly by myself. If you're quiet, I would probably love for you to just hold me and let me decompress, or even let me cry. Assisting in the death of a beloved pet that is in pain is really quite emotional. Having to take a pet from someone due to abuse and turn it over to the Humane Society and report that person to the county sheriff is also emotionally draining, though that only happens once or twice a year. Right now, I spend that quiet time at my place, those are the days where, while I think of you often, I don't call because I just need quiet time to myself."

"Traci, honey, whatever you need to decompress on those types of days, you'll have it. Come home and sit in the pool or unwind in the jacuzzi with the bubbles on high or go downstairs and run a train and just watch it go around the room over and over or sit on my lap while I hold you. If you want a 'she-shed' in the yard for privacy; whatever you need to make you feel better, you will have it. I'll do that for you because I love you." I got up to stand next to her, and she squeezed me in a big hug.

Life went on much the same as September moved into October. Traci got good news back from her mother, her father was OK with our wedding. Traci asked if we could host the Thanksgiving dinner at my house; it would mean her mother could relax instead of fussing about the kitchen for a change and I agreed immediately. Since it was just the 4 of us, I ordered a 10 - 12-pound bone-in turkey breast from a local poultry farmer, with plans to pick it up on the Monday before Thanksgiving. I've bought chicken and turkey from this farmer before, and it was always fresh and always tasty. A 10-12 pound breast would give us about 8 or 9 pounds of meat. Plenty for dinner and leftovers for us to send home with Traci's parents and for us too.

Since we knew our wedding plans were blessed by her family, Traci and I went to the same jeweler that I bought her pendant to pick out engagement and wedding rings. Traci picked out a modest 1/2 karat diamond ring that had 5 more stones totaling an additional 3/4 karat in the wedding band. I encouraged her to explore larger stones, but she really loved this set and decided that it was what she wanted. She helped me pick out a nice wedding band with three small diamonds in it. While there we got all the rings correctly sized. I wanted Traci to wear the engagement ring right away, but she wanted to wait for Thanksgiving and the official announcement.

With that settled and Halloween just around the corner, we went pumpkin hunting and carved a cool scary-face in a fairly large pumpkin. We picked up a large LED candle at the store, as well as some candy to give out to the neighborhood kids. The HOA limited the trick or treat crowd to between 5PM and 8PM. We had a good crowd of kids that came in spurts, 45 in total, but Traci bought the 125-count bag of Hershey mini candy bars, so we gave out two and sometimes three pieces per kid. Since the weather was nice, we opened the garage door and sat in a couple of beach chairs in the driveway. It was fun and Traci and I shared stories of Halloween past while giving out candy. I think we even snuck a piece or two.

The first half of November came and went, and of course Traci and I did our best to keep each other's balls drained. In no time it was just days before Thanksgiving. I was responsible for the turkey and stuffing, and I baked a homemade pumpkin pie the day before. Traci was responsible for mashed potatoes, heating the gravy, and making seasoned sauteed green beans. Her mom insisted on bringing something, so Traci told her to bring her famous cucumber salad. Traci wasn't sure if her dad would drink wine, but I put two bottles of chardonnay in the fridge just in case. I was hoping he wouldn't object to Rolling Rock beer.

When the big day arrived, Traci had the parade on the big TV in the living room until the first football game started. Her parents arrived about 15 minutes before kickoff, and we greeted them at the front door. Frank, her father, and I shook hands, and I gave Margie a hug; Traci hugged them both, welcoming them in and we made small talk as I got drinks. Frank was having a beer and Margie wanted Iced Tea, Traci had a glass of wine and of course I had a beer. Surprisingly Frank was more interested in asking about my train layout than in watching the football game. So, since the food was on autopilot for the next 90 minutes or so, I asked if he wanted to see the layout. We went downstairs and gave him a tour. He enjoyed running a train while we talked. He told me about his friend Lou and his Christmas train layout, and how Traci enjoyed it so much as a child. At one point he said, "Look, I understand how love can be and for whatever reason you and Traci fell in love. I want you to know that I love my daughter, and I expect you'll always treat her with respect, that you'll take care of her and love her, in a different way of course as her husband, but as much as her mother and I love her. Don't break her heart. You have my blessing on one condition; don't EVER call me dad and I won't call you son." He slapped me on the back saying let's get another beer and see how the Lions are doing.

Now that the 'father-in-law/son-in-law' talk was over we went upstairs. I got Frank another beer when Margie came up to me. I could see Traci in the background making a WTF face. Margie said, "Traci tells me you're a model railroader; could I see your layout." So back downstairs to the layout room where Margie pulled me aside. "I'm sure the layout is beautiful, but I really wanted to make sure you and Frank are getting along OK?"

"Yes, everything is fine."

"Good, then I'll keep this brief. I expect you will love and respect and care for my daughter. Don't you break her heart. As long as you do this, you'll have my blessing."

"I promise that I will do all these things and more. I love Traci with all my heart."

"Good, by the way, since you're actually more than 7 years older than me, I don't see a need to call me mom. If you do, it's OK and welcomed, but if you're more comfortable, then call me Margie."

"Frank said no to dad, are you sure there won't be any conflict if I call you mom?"

"No, none," she replied.

"Then mom it will be."

So, back upstairs again. Traci made her way around the kitchen to where I was standing, put her arms around me and quietly asked if everything was OK.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm to call your dad 'Frank', and your mom 'mom', and I'm a dead man if I ever hurt you."

"No! Did my dad threaten you," as she started to pull away toward the living room and her father?

"Stop Traci," I whispered, "I'm just kidding. They were both very nice and cordial. They love their daughter and want what's best for her."

The oven timer beeped telling me it was time to put the stuffing in for the last 30 minutes of cooking time. "Less than 45 minutes til dinner," I called out. "Refills anyone?"

Frank asked for another beer, and I poured Traci another glass of wine. Margie, mom, said she'd wait for dinner before having a glass of wine. Traci asked if they'd like to eat in the dining room or by the pool. It was a nice afternoon with temps in the low 70's, so they opted for at the table by the pool. This actually made things easier because there wasn't room for all the food on the patio table, so we set up a buffet line on the kitchen counter. Traci set a beautiful table with some very nice cloth napkins she purchased, wine glasses at each setting, the stainless flatware in place and a small vase of flowers in the middle. Once all the food was ready, the turkey breast sliced, etc., Traci announced, "come and get it."

Traci's parents went first, and she had them sit facing the pool and backyard while she and I sat with our backs to the pool. I poured everyone a glass of wine, but Frank brought his beer to the table. It was nearly empty, and I offered him another, but he said he'd wait until after dinner. I put on some quiet background music and turned off the TV while we ate. The dinner was perfect, and mom's cucumber salad was the perfect accompaniment to the turkey. Everyone ate their fill, Frank even went back for seconds on the turkey, stuffing and gravy.

After everyone finished eating, I set the plates on the kitchen counter to load in the dishwasher later. I grabbed the ring box and went back to the patio where I kneeled next to Traci and opened the ring box saying, "Traci, I've never met anyone who cares for me as much as you do. I've also never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you. I will love you and care for you for as long as I have a breath in my lungs and a beat in my heart. Traci, will you make me the happiest man on earth? Will you marry me?"

Margie whispered, almost to herself, 'Oh my' as Traci responded, "I love you, of course I will marry you." Traci leaned in to hug and kiss me as her mother sighed in the background. Frank offered congratulations to the two of us as I slipped the engagement ring on Traci's finger.

While Traci was showing off her ring to her parents, I cut a slice of pumpkin pie for each and topped it with whipped cream. The rest of the evening wasn't quite perfect though as Frank had too much to drink and Margie was concerned about her vision and driving at night, so I offered them the guest room. I said I would sleep on the sofa and Traci could have my room, but Margie piped up saying that we were both adults and we can sleep in the same room even though we aren't married yet. So, we had a quiet night sleeping instead of the raunchy sex filled night I was hoping for.

Fortunately, I had plenty of breakfast fixings and made my breakfast burritos for everyone. Traci made the coffee, and as a change of pace I had a hot chocolate. Frank started to make a comment about what kind of grown man doesn't drink coffee, but Margie hushed him up. Everyone enjoyed breakfast and once Frank had his second cup of coffee, they packed themselves into their car and headed home, with Traci seeing them off stocked with leftover turkey and stuffing as I loaded the dishwasher and started it.

Traci came into the kitchen and took my hand saying, "let's give them 5 minutes in case they forgot something, and then I want you to fuck me silly."

"That works for me. Let's use that time to strip the bed in the guest room and put the sheets in the washer."

Traci helped me with that chore and as I was putting the detergent bottle away, she started stroking my cock through my shorts. What she didn't know was that I had put on the silk pouch thong this morning while she was in the bathroom. What I didn't know is that she went commando under the skirt she was wearing this morning. Traci dropped to her knees while pulling down my shorts and when she saw the underwear she purchased for me she commented that I was a bad boy wearing these around her parents reaching behind me to smack my butt cheeks while rubbing her face on the pouch. Traci pulled the top edge of the pouch back and started kissing the head of my rapidly hardening cock. When I was fully erect, I lifted her up to give her a kiss and I reached under her skirt expecting to find panties of some sort but found bare skin instead. I got down on my knees and stuck my head under her skirt and started sucking on her cock. Traci was sighing and running her hand gently over my head through the skirt when we heard a voice coming from the front door, "Hello, Frank forgot his wallet." It was mom.

"Oh shit,' Traci muttered. "We're back here in the laundry room," she called out. I quickly pulled up my shorts and Traci was doing her best to hide her erection. I handed her a laundry basket with some towels that needed to be folded, and she held it in front of her as she went to the living room. Following her, I asked, "Do you know where he left it? We didn't see it in the guest room when we stripped the bed."

"He said it is in the nightstand drawer." I went in to look for it while Traci stood with her mother holding the basket in front of herself. "Is everything OK? You look a bit flushed dear," she said to Traci.

"Everything is fine mom; we were just doing chores, stripping the bed, folding towels, loading the dishwasher, that kind of stuff."

"Your lipstick is smeared, were you two also getting a little frisky?"

"Found it," I called out, bringing the wallet into the living room.

"Thanks, I'll let you two get back to your chores," Margie said with a knowing smile. "Have a great day you two," she said in a sing-song voice as she went out the door.

Traci put the laundry basket down on the sofa and muttered, "damn good thing we started the sheets in the washer, otherwise mom would have discovered why I love you so much." We both laughed over that visual. We watched from the front door and waved as their car pulled out of the driveway. As soon as Traci closed the door, I got back on my knees and stuck my head under her skirt. Her cock was flaccid again, but I quickly sucked it back to life. I pushed Traci back against the door and slipped my hand between her legs to caress her hole while sucking her cock. Traci quickly began sighing again and running her hand over my head through her skirt. "Oh god babe, this feels so good, slow down or you're gonna make me cum." she whimpered as I kept sucking and bobbing on her cock. I didn't let up and soon Traci was thrusting her hips, essentially fucking my face. I kept licking and sucking as she moaned and sighed. I actually felt proud of myself in the fact that in less than 5 minutes I had her on the edge of climax. Traci kept thrusting and I kept sucking, making lots of slurping noises. I had been rubbing her anus with my saliva moistened fingers and as she started to peak, I shoved two of them into her ass and pumped them in and out while Traci grabbed my head with both of her hands, violently thrusting, crying out "ooohhh gggooodddd" as her cock let loose in my mouth. I pulled my fingers out but kept licking and sucking, cleaning her, until Tracy pushed my head away and slid down the interior of the front door until she was sitting on the floor. "They damn well better not come back now," Traci said breathlessly.

While Traci recovered for a bit, I went to the bedroom and grabbed the lube. Coming back, I helped Traci to her feet before picking her up and placing her over the back of the sofa. Dropping my shorts and the pouch underwear, I applied some lube to her anus and to my hardening cock. I pressed the head against her tight entrance and pressed forward as Traci hissed, "Oh god, yes." Giving her a minute to get accustomed I began slowly see-sawing my cock into her, going a little deeper each time until I was all the way in, my low hanging balls hitting hers, my thighs hitting the back of hers, my hips hitting the backs of her cheeks. Although my cock goes in easier than the first time we did this, Traci is still extremely tight. "Babe, you're so big today. You feel bigger than usual, and god does it feel good." I kept pumping in and out, varying the pace. As tight as she felt this morning I was sure I wasn't going to last very long. As my climax started to build in my groin, I picked up the pace. The slapping sounds of skin on skin and Traci's dirty-talk encouragement sent me over the edge flooding her ass with my seed. I let out a long groan as my climax rippled through my groin and into my body. I collapsed onto Traci's back as she told me how nice it felt. As my breathing relaxed and got more regular, my cock softened and slipped from her ass. I kissed Traci between her shoulder blades before picking her up and carrying her to the shower. All during the short walk to the bathroom, Traci was admiring her engagement ring.

"I know you would have bought me anything I wanted for an engagement ring, and you even encouraged me to look at larger stones, but I really love the set we picked out. A half carat is the right size for my slender fingers. I can't wait to show it off at the clinic on Monday." (The clinic was closed for the Thanksgiving holiday weekend and Traci was not the on-call vet this time, so we had the weekend to ourselves.)

"I'm glad you're happy. I'm also glad your parents are OK with us being together. There will be so much less tension in the future than if we had to marry without their blessing. Have you thought any more about when you'd like to marry, or where you'd like to go for a honeymoon?"

"Well, I was thinking we could get married in the spring, but I'd like your thoughts on that too," Traci said.

"A spring wedding would be nice. If we're going to have it here or at a park like you originally thought, we probably want to have it in the morning before the possibility of a thunderstorm might pop up, like it did on our first date."

"Yes, exactly. I remember that first date. It would have been bad for an outdoor wedding, but it was a special night for us just the same."

Traci and I spent the rest of the holiday weekend relaxing, eating leftovers, and pleasuring each other. On Monday I called the pool service company to come cover the pool and get it ready for winter. In December we decorated the house for Christmas. The community HOA had a contract with a vendor to provide discount exterior lighting for the houses that wanted it, so rather than me getting up on ladders to install lights, I paid them to do it. Traci and I decorated a Christmas tree in the living room. Christmas came, and we spent Christmas Eve at Traci's parent's house for dinner. Traci picked out some nice gifts for them.

On Christmas morning, the two of us exchanged gifts at my place. Traci got me a limited-edition locomotive that I wanted for my layout along with some more sexy male underwear for play time. Earlier in December when I was over at her house, I swiped a couple of her favorite catalogs; she had the habit of going through catalogs and dog-earing the pages and making notes on the correct size, color, etc., I'm presuming for herself. Anyway, using this information I ordered some very nice clothing items for Traci. The catalogs were perfect for me because with her notes, everything was the right color and size. I think I surprised Traci with the clothes; she was wondering how I knew her style so well. Of course, after much teasing about being clairvoyant, I had to eventually fess up as to how I learned so much to buy the right size and color. I also got her some emerald earrings that she loved.

We celebrated New Years at Traci's with a bottle of non-alcoholic bubbly since she had to work the next day. Since Halloween, we had been to Los Mariachis several times and decided to go there for dinner on the Friday evening after New Years. While we were there, we talked with Emilio about how best we could utilize his team's services as a place for our wedding reception. Certainly, Mexican food is not traditional wedding reception fare. We were expecting somewhere along the lines of about 40 - 50 people to attend. Emilio said as long as it wasn't Cinco de Mayo or Kentucky Derby weekend, he'd be willing to close the restaurant for the night of our reception. I was concerned about doing that because his restaurant can seat 75 easily and with table turnover, he would be giving up 200 to 300 meals on a Saturday night. He told us not to worry about it and so we built our plans around Los Mariachis hosting the reception. Emilio said he would build a buffet of normal, as well as less spicy, Mexican dishes that would hold up well for the entire reception. He would arrange with a local bakery he uses to make the wedding cake and order several bottles of champagne in as he doesn't usually stock it. I told him we would pay to include an open bar for traditional Mexican beverages such as beer, Margaritas, Palomas, and Micheladas. Emilio suggested a Watermelon Agua Fresca as a non-alcoholic punch. In reviewing Emilio's calendar, we chose the third Saturday in April. He said it would be one of his lower Saturday nights for volume as many people are traveling for spring break and it wouldn't interfere with his Cinco de Mayo and Derby weekend business. I almost couldn't believe it; this was actually coming together.

As it turned out, a friend of Traci's business partner, the other vet at the Animal Hospital, was a minister. She agreed to perform the ceremony at a local park. The park had a gazebo that would accommodate our entire party in case it rained but would be the stage for the ceremony if it was sunny. We went to city hall to get our marriage license and the permit to hold the ceremony at the park gazebo. Since the gazebo was available if it rained, we decided on an afternoon wedding followed by the reception at Los Mariachis. Everything was set.

In late January, Traci noticed she had put on a few pounds when she tried on the dress she wanted to wear, and it was snug; so the two of us started walking in the evening. When it was cold we went to the mall and walked there, but on nice days we walked in my neighborhood or at the park. The park was a little more dangerous, only because the walkers were using the same trail as the bicyclists, so you had to pay better attention. Traci liked walking in the mall because she got to 'window-shop' as we went past the stores. Funny how she always needs to take a breather outside Victoria's Secret, but I never complained because I knew I would be the visual beneficiary of whatever sexy items she bought there. Walking also got the juices flowing and she almost always wanted to make love when we got home. She stayed at the house with me almost 100% of the time, especially after we moved her aquarium to my living room. We put off deciding what furniture to move and what to get rid of until after the honeymoon. I did want her bedroom set moved to the guest room because my guest room furniture was a bit of a mishmash of styles, while her bedroom set was a coordinated set. I liked my master bedroom set because it was a king bed, while hers was queen sized, as was the existing bed in my guest room. For our honeymoon, Traci indicated she'd like to go lay on a beach somewhere like Destin, Florida. I didn't have any issue with that, and it would be a manageable drive of only 10 hours, plus I'd get to see Traci in almost every bikini that she owned at the beach. Did I tell you she looks hot in a bikini?

At any rate, walking was good for us. I lost almost 10 pounds, back down to my desired weight of 220 and Traci lost 5 pounds, which made her a lot more comfortable in the dress she had chosen. She wouldn't let me see the dress before the wedding. She chose my gray suit with a white shirt, and she bought me a multicolored diagonal striped tie with blues and grays in it.

On the wedding day, the weather was just about perfect, in the mid 70's, low humidity, and a gentle breeze. Traci dressed in her townhome, with help from her mother and her girlfriend from work. I drove to the park and was waiting in the gazebo with the minister and all those attending when I saw her mother's car pulled into the parking lot. When I saw Traci walking up the path to the gazebo, I fell in love with her all over again. She had on a classy light blue, floral print sleeveless dress that had a V-neck, and came down just below her knee. She was wearing stockings, or perhaps pantyhose which I wouldn't find the answer to until later. She was wearing one of her slightly padded bras that gave her a bit more cleavage and the pendant I bought her. Nervously I rechecked my jacket pocket to make sure the rings were in there, and they were.

As quickly as the wedding service began, it seemed it was over. We said our vows, exchanged rings, and the minister pronounced us "husband and wife." She didn't even finish saying "I could kiss the bride" when I already had Traci in my arms and my lips on hers. I kissed her passionately for 10 or 12 seconds until someone in the crowd yelled, "OK you two, get a room." In an effort to not kill any birds, those gathered showered us with flower petals instead of rice as we walked down the path arm in arm to the parking lot. When we got there, I turned and reminded everyone to come celebrate with us at Los Mariachis.

Emilio went all out when we arrived by having an actual Mariachi band playing for us. It was all very festive with streamers and pom poms hanging from the ceiling. Tables were arranged in such a way that it created a small dance floor which Traci and I immediately took a spin on once we saw it. In her 3" heels she was able to rest her head on the front of my shoulder. Each table had a small table tent outlining the available drinks and the wait staff were busy taking everyone's drink orders. After the initial excitement passed, Emilio escorted us to our table and invited everyone else to sit where they felt comfortable. Once everyone had a drink in their hand, I raised a glass thanking everyone for coming to celebrate with us and proposed a champagne toast to my new bride. I was in such a state that I don't even remember exactly what I said but several people came up to me later to say it was beautiful. Yells of Salud! came from the crowd. With that the wait staff started bringing out the buffet trays to a line of tables on the side. Maria brought Traci and I a plate with a small burrito, a small taco, and a small fajita. Everyone else had to obtain their own from the buffet line. There were lots of silverware-clinking-on-glasses moments and we must have kissed a dozen times before we even finished our first bites of food. While everyone ate, the Mariachi band played quietly in the background. After everyone had their fill of food, the band picked up the tempo and many of the guests were on the small dance floor, while others dropped off envelopes and gifts at our table. We had specified no gifts on the invite, or a donation in our names to the Humane Society in lieu of a gift. Most of the envelopes were simply congratulatory greeting cards, but one from Traci's parents had a check for $500. (The actual gifts that we opened later when we got home were things like wine glasses, and a neat handmade picture frame with a photo my neighbor took of Traci and I kissing while waiting for trick or treaters at Halloween.)

While everyone was having a splendid time, the wait staff cleared the buffet tables and brought out a three-tiered wedding cake with two small cakes on the side: one an anniversary cake for us to take home and freeze until next year, and an in-law's cake for Traci's parents to take home. The cakes were beautiful and extremely tasty. The two of us agreed in advance not to smash cake in each other's face, we both thought that it was dumb, so when we cut the first slice, I gently fed some to Traci and she fed some to me. Emilio's baker did an awesome job as I heard many fantastic comments about the cake.

We had already paid Emilio for the buffet 3 days before the event which included the punch and cake, but we still had the bar bill to settle. As the evening started to wind down, I got Emilio off to the side and asked him if he knew the bar total yet. He told me he didn't and not to worry, we could settle that when we got home from our honeymoon. With the kitchen staff, Emilio had 8 people working the party. I put $1000 in his hand and told him to divide it amongst the employees to make up for the tips they didn't get with the restaurant closed for the night. Emilio thanked me for them, of course telling me this wasn't necessary. I assured him it was necessary, and that I remember when I was young and barely had 2 nickels to rub together for some days, and I thanked him for putting together an amazing reception for us. Traci came over while we were talking, and I was shaking Emilio's hand. She reached out and hugged him and said, "We love you, Emilio." I think he was on the verge of tears.

There were still 20 or so people left when we wished everyone a safe drive and headed home ourselves. We were planning to leave the next morning on our honeymoon, trying to time it so we hit Nashville just after the morning rush was over. The Titans were on the road so we knew there wouldn't be stadium traffic. When we got in the car to leave the restaurant, I closed the door so Traci's dress would get caught; and when I got in the driver's seat, Traci grabbed my hand and put on her inner thigh showing me she was wearing a garter and real stockings, then she slid my hand up further until I was holding her cock in my hand. "You went commando to the wedding?"

"No, I couldn't pull that off with my mother and girlfriend helping me get ready. I snuck in the restroom at the restaurant and took them off right before we left. Here!" and with that she stuffed them in my mouth. "Drive around for a while," she said as she leaned over the armrest and unzipped my fly, pulling out my cock and began stroking it while I drove. "Let me know when you're close," she said. With her panties in my mouth, I couldn't say a whole lot, but when my breathing started getting ragged, I started making mumbling noises. Traci took a good look around as we were driving on a dark stretch of road, she leaned way over the top of the arm rest to take my cock in her mouth. She only got about 3 or 4 sucks on it when I came in her mouth. When she was sure she got everything I had to offer, she tucked me away, zipped up my pants, took the panties from my mouth, and said, "now that's out of the way, take me home, take me to bed, and fuck me silly. I wanted to make sure you lasted a good long time tonight as I want to cum at least twice riding that beautiful cock of yours my husband. Plus, I always wanted to give you road-head."

Arriving at home, we pulled into the drive and straight into the garage. Coming around to the passenger side, I opened the car door and Traci stepped out. I swept her off her feet and carried her into the house, over-the-threshold so to speak, and straight into the bedroom. Standing her up next to the bed, I said, "wait right here." I went over and turned on the stereo to have it play some quiet music and lit a dozen LED candles around the room and turned off the light before going back to Traci. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. Our tongues were dancing and tangling with each other while I reached behind Traci to unzip her dress. Pushing it off her shoulders, it fell in a puddle on the floor. Traci wrapped her arms around my neck and was running her hands through my hair as we continued to kiss. Meanwhile I reached down and started massaging her butt cheeks and Traci began moaning into my mouth. Grabbing her firmly by her butt, I picked her up. Traci wrapped her legs around my waist. Carrying her I kneeled on the bed before laying her down on her back, all while maintaining our kiss. Breaking the kiss, I kneeled upright and reached over to grab the lube from the nightstand. Traci started to reach down to take off her high heels and I told her, "No babe, leave them on." Seeing her lying there in just her white lace bra, lace garter belt & stockings, and her high heels presented an awesome sight. I picked up her dress and put it on the chair so we wouldn't get anything spilled on it.

Traci watched silently as I started doing a sexy dance to the song on the stereo while stripping out of my clothes. I whooped it up a bit with my tie and flicked at her several times like it was a whip before taking off my shirt. That was when she got her wedding-day surprise when I unbuckled my suit pants, and she saw the white pouch underwear I purchased special for today. I'm not sure why she didn't notice it when we were in the car as she was stroking me and giving me 'road-head'; she never said anything then, but now she let out a soft wolf whistle and said, "that's what I like to see." Traci sat up and fondled my pouch when I came close to the bed, finishing making me erect, which began while I was looking at her amazing body. When the head of my cock was sticking out of the pouch, Traci pushed the pouch underwear to the floor. I stepped out of them while opening the bottle of lube. I lubed my cock, as Traci laid back down and scooched up on the bed a bit. I applied lube to her anus, before climbing on the bed and kneeling between her legs. Lifting Traci's legs up to my shoulders, I started rubbing the head of my cock along her crack teasing the entrance to her anus. "Are you sure, Mrs. Brooks? We're about to consummate this marriage."

"I am Mr. Thompson; I've been waiting for this feeling all day long. I thought for sure you could taste the saltiness of the pre-cum on my panty when I stuck it in your mouth. I've been leaking most of the day."

"Well, I admit to being a distracted driver who was trying to multitask, but I was trying to not put us in the ditch while you were playing. Last chance to say NO, Mrs. Brooks."

Traci reached her arms out for me, so I slipped my cock into her ass. "Oh, my goodness that feels good," we said almost in unison.

I started out slowly, knowing I would last quite a while since Traci swallowed the initial load in the car. Traci was gasping and sighing and moaning as I pushed in and out of her butt. I kissed the tip of her right high heel before slipping it off and tossing it across the room. I did the same with her left shoe. I rubbed her stocking feet on my face while slowly pumping in and out, before nibbling on the big toe of her right foot. An "Oh god," passed from her lips. Kissing my way up her stockinged leg to her knee, I then switched to her left leg doing the same thing again. I must have been tickling a little bit because Traci was squirming around on the bed. I started to pick up the pace, and I knew in this position I was bumping her prostate on every thrust. Traci wrapped her legs around my back and started spurring me with her legs as I thrust in and out of her tight hole. She was making a cacophony of sounds, moans, whimpers, sighs, along with a few 'oh fucks', and 'that feels amazing'. Knowing she wanted to cum, but wanting to assert control and make her wait, I pulled out and rolled her on her side. Traci let out a groan when I did this. I spooned behind her and stuck my freshly re-lubed cock right back into her ass. From this angle there wasn't as much pressure on her prostate, so Traci's sounds bordered on slight disappointment at being forced to wait. After a few minutes I pulled out again and pulled her up onto all 4's. Standing now on the bed with my legs on either side of her butt, I drove my cock down into her knowing again she was getting suitable pressure on her prostate and of course the Traci's volume level increased. As Traci's climax got closer, I pulled out one final time and put her on her back again with two pillows and a bath towel under her butt. I re-lubed again and slipped back into her ass. I really started pounding her now and Traci was obviously getting really close to climax. She was calling out, "harder, babe, harder. You're fucking your wife good." which turned into "oh god, I'm close, baby I'm so close, oooohhh fffuuucccckkk!" as her cock began pumping cum all over her bra, tits and belly.

I slowed down as she enjoyed her post orgasm bliss and regained her normal breathing, But I was nowhere near ready to cum myself. Traci started wiping her seed off her bra and belly and licking it off her fingers. She took a big glob from her naval and stuck her fingers in my mouth; I licked them clean. When Traci was ready, I pulled out one more time and re-lubed, sticking my cock back into her ass. I began pumping in and out of her in earnest chasing my own climax. Despite how many times we've made love over the past 11 months, Traci is still amazingly tight. As I worked in and out of her, I took my lubed hand and started jerking Traci's cock. It wasn't hard, but she wasn't complaining about sensitivity either. I focused my biggest effort on the head of her cock while I rapidly fucked her ass. I was feeling things starting to boil up in my groin, when I heard Traci's breathing getting ragged. Her sphincter was rapidly clenching my cock adding to the enjoyment for me. "Babe, I'm gonna cum soon," I said hoarsely, my throat being quite dry.

"Oh god this feels good, you're so tight honey. Oh god, I'm cumming, fffuuuucccckkkk," I cried out.

At the same moment Traci called out as I was still pumping her limp cock in my hand manipulating the head in my fingers, "I'm cumming, I can't, I'm cumming." She arched her back and let out a small screech, clenching the comforter in her fisted hands as clear fluid, like pre-cum, dribbled out of her cock onto her belly. I pumped her ass a few more minutes until I was too soft and slipped out of her and plopped down next to her on the bed. We laid there regaining our composure, Traci's body would flinch periodically, but she didn't lose consciousness like she did the first time she had two climaxes so close together.

To make her more comfortable, I pulled the pillows out from under her butt, but left the towel under her to catch her cream pie as it dribbled out of her ass.

"Mr. Thompson, you have successfully consummated our marriage," Traci whispered. "I can't remember ever being to thoroughly fucked as I am right now. You were amazing."

I leaned over and kissed her deeply. "I love you, Mrs. Brooks."

She took her hand and cupped my face. "I love you too, Mr. Thompson. You are an amazing lover. So talented, so considerate, with an amazingly thick cock; thank you for all the extra lube; I was starting to feel dry there a couple of times. I shouldn't have worried though because you always take good care of me."

"You're a sadie now," I said. Traci looked at me funny. "It's a line from an old Barbra Streisand movie; it's yiddish meaning you're a married lady." Traci hugged me, pulling me on top of her.

"It's still early. Would you like to sit in the jacuzzi tub for a while or just get in the shower."

"I think I'd like to relax in the tub, as long as you're there with me," Traci replied. "I need to rinse this bra first though to get the cum out of it before it dries. We can leave it soak in the bathroom sink while we relax in the tub."

Laughing I said, "does this mean you're gonna start hanging your unmentionables in the bathroom now?"

Traci smacked my butt cheek as we were getting off the bed. "I'll do what I want now, I'm a sadie." We both laughed as we headed into the ensuite.

We relaxed in the tub next to each other holding hands and enjoying the warm water and the bubbles, occasionally adding more warm water when it cooled off. Eventually the water just got too cool, and we got out of the tub and dried off. After Traci rinsed her bra that had been soaking, we snuggled together in bed. until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, we fixed a light breakfast and loaded our luggage in the car. Before leaving, I put the boxed-up anniversary cake in the chest freezer in the garage and went next door to give our neighbors daughter the house key and alarm code so she could feed the fish in our aquarium. She and her mother told us how neat and different the wedding reception was and how much they enjoyed it. I made sure she had our cell numbers in case anything happened. Soon we were on the road to Destin, Florida.

The trip was uneventful other than some congested late afternoon traffic in Montgomery. We arrived at the SunDestin Beach Resort before dark and checked into our ocean view suite. The view was amazing. We ordered room service so we could just relax the first night after our 10-hour drive. After eating we jumped into the shower together and washed each other's bodies. Afterward, we crashed into bed and zoned out watching some TV. Checking out the weather forecast on my laptop, it was going to be decidedly sunny and warm all week, with possible pop-up thunderstorms on Wednesday and Thursday afternoons. Perfect for lazy days on the beach.

Monday morning after a tasty room service breakfast, Traci donned the first of 4 new bikinis she bought for the trip. All of them had bottoms that covered half her butt cheeks, my guess it is because she wanted to tuck, and this type offered more crotch material than a thong like she would wear at the house. The first was a light blue floral set, with a top that was barely more than a couple of triangles covering her nipples. She had a near see thru wrap as a cover up in the public spaces. I wore my regular swim trunks and a tank top. Traci brought a wicker carry bag with sunscreen and beach blankets and we went out to the hotel's private beach area. When we got down there, we found out that as premium hotel guests we got the benefit of chaise lounges on the beach with the option of an umbrella for shade, as well as waiter service for cold beverages too. Pick me! I didn't need to be told twice as I immediately got comfortable on one of the lounge chairs. Traci did the same. Before we sat down, she spread out our beach towels on the seat covers so we wouldn't get sunscreen on them. Initially we left the umbrellas closed as we rubbed sunscreen on each other so we could get a bit of sun first, then once we baked a little, we could open the umbrellas. Late morning, after applying more sunscreen to Traci, I opened my umbrella and ordered myself an iced tea; Traci didn't want a drink. While Traci flipped over a couple of times enjoying the sun, I walked down to the water. The gulf was calm today and while the water was still a little too cold for swimming, the cool water felt good on my feet. A few minutes later Traci snuck up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging my back.

"This is so relaxing," she said, "I'm really enjoying this day. But you know, I'm gonna need to feel your manhood inside me before dinner."

I pulled her around to my side and gave her a kiss, both of us standing staring out at the Gulf of Mexico as it sparkled from the sun hitting the water.

"Walk back with me," Traci said, "and please open my umbrella."

After opening her umbrella, I ordered Traci a wine cooler and we sat in our lounge chairs holding hands quietly. "Penny for your thoughts," she asked.

"Oh, I'm just thinking how lucky I am. I'm married to a beautiful woman; we're honeymooning on a beach relaxing and enjoying life." "I'm so happy," I added.

"Me too, and to think I almost messed this up less than a year ago."

"Honey it wasn't a mess, you just needed to figure out for yourself if falling in love with this old geezer was something you could reconcile in your life." She chuckled, I smiled at her, "I'm glad you did. You're really special to me."

"The feeling is mutual," Traci added. "And you're not a geezer, old maybe, but definitely not a geezer," she teased.

Around 1PM we went back to our room and took a quick shower before dressing in shorts and a polo shirt for me, a cotton top for Traci and heading to the restaurant for lunch. We got several stares from some of the younger couples, many I'm sure checking out Traci's slender legs, tight booty, and beautiful face. We also got some glances and whispers from some of the middle-aged couples who I'm sure thought I was robbing the cradle or perhaps thought I was her father, but I didn't care - I was walking with the most beautiful woman in the room. After lunch we returned to our room and made love. That was pretty much the way the week went, lots of beach time, lots of love making, great meals and relaxation.

On Thursday afternoon we went to a matinee at the local theater and saw the film 'Lilly'. Surprisingly, we were the only two people in the theater and quite frankly I'm going to need to watch it again when it comes to Netflix or HBO as I didn't see a lot of the movie. As soon as the theater got dark, Traci pulled down the front of my shorts and started masturbating me. It was everything I could do to keep from crying out when she went down on me. In short order I exploded in her talented mouth while covering my own mouth with my hand to hold in my orgasmic groan. Traci gave me a couple of tissues to wipe up myself after she sat back up. Of course, after I regained my composure, I had to return the favor. I played with her cock for several minutes, stroking it as she squirmed in her seat. Before I had a chance to lean over and pull her into my mouth she whispered, "I'm cumming." Grabbing the now empty popcorn bowl I positioned it to catch her climax into the bowl before throwing my own sticky tissues into the bowl on top of it. A short time later the film was over, we were getting up to leave as the girl came in to make sure the aisles were clean before the next showing, and we dropped our empty popcorn bowl into her rolling trash can.

"Did you enjoy it," she asked, though I'm not sure if she meant the popcorn, the movie, or the public sex we just had.

"Yes, thank you. It was awesome," Traci said as we passed. Back at the hotel, we made love again.

It felt like it was too soon, and the week was over. The real world awaited for Traci and early on Saturday morning we checked out and headed north. During the trip home Traci mentioned that she saw a brochure in the hotel lobby for the railroad museum in Chattanooga and asked if I've ever been there. I hadn't, I told her, and we decided it might be a nice weekend getaway to take this summer.

Back home Saturday evening, I went next door to collect the key and pay the neighbor's daughter for feeding the fish. We promised her $5.00 per day. She was at her girlfriend's house, and I gave her father the money to give to her. We chatted for a few minutes about the honeymoon and the hotel in general as he returned the house key. Traci was sorting dirty laundry when I got back to the house. "Babe, I was going to get the suitcases when I came back."

"Yeah, I know, but they had wheels and were easy for me to move. I wanted to get started on the laundry and then relax." I helped sort the laundry, getting the mesh bags for the intimate items that would go through the 5-minute soak, 2-minute wash, and 5-minute rinse cycle on the washer. Traci really liked this cycle because she didn't have to hand wash her bras and panties and it was something she didn't have on the washer in her townhome. Of course, they still had to air dry, but this special cycle saved a lot of hand washing. We ordered a pizza for dinner from Luigi's. Michelle delivered it and Traci was deliberately wearing as little as possible when she answered the door. She invited Michelle in the door on the pretense of getting her a tip. Michelle was busy checking out Traci's body when she noticed the wedding set on Traci's hand.

Traci handed her the tip, Michelle said, "Thanks Mrs. Thompson." Traci didn't correct her, just smiled as Michelle went out the door.

Traci turned to me and laughed as she said, "do you think she would freak out if I told her to get on her knees and suck my cock?" I just shook my head laughing. Traci definitely let Michelle know I was off the market. Michelle still flirted with both of us whenever she delivered to our house. I'm sure she would have gone for the 3-way if we had asked her, but neither of us wanted to risk Traci's business with someone so openly flirtatious knowing Traci was transgender.

Sunday was unusually warm in early May, and we took a dip in the pool. We spent the day relaxing and talking about what furniture to move out of my place, what furniture to move in from her place, and how to dispose of the leftover pieces. She was thinking of having a yard sale, but I suggested we could donate the excess pieces to charity for people who lose everything in a fire or storm. I told her I definitely wanted her master bedroom suit moved into the guest room in this house because the pieces I had were old and mis-matched. Plus, I said it might be fun to tie each other up to the 4-post bed occasionally. We agreed somewhat on what to keep and discard.

On Monday, Traci went to work at the clinic, while I went to see Emilio around midday to settle our bar bill. I paid Emilio for what we owed, and he thanked me for allowing him and his team to be part of the celebration. I told him we were extremely grateful for their participation, and we got many compliments on the entire shindig from the attendees. Lastly Emilio mentioned how much his team appreciated the money we gave them to make up for tips lost on a Saturday evening. We shook hands with me telling Emilio that we'd see him soon. Afterwards I headed back to the house.

While Traci 'slaved' away at the clinic on Tuesday, I hired a moving company to pack up the townhome and move the furniture from Traci's to our home and the pieces we weren't keeping we put in the garage for pickup by the charity. While cleaning out some drawers, I found Traci's mortgage statement. She only owed just over $100K on the mortgage, so I called Vicky, my financial planner, and asked her to pull some money from my after-tax funds and pay off the mortgage. This would make selling the townhome easier since it would have a clear unencumbered title so the process of closing with a new buyer would go faster.

After the place was empty, I called the Jiffy Maids to schedule a thorough cleaning of the place: carpets, windows, everything. They came on Wednesday and took care of that. Surprisingly, I guess since Traci didn't have kids or own any rambunctious pets, the town home didn't need interior paint to get it ready for sale.

Traci's dining room set was also nicer than mine and so we kept that too. I think Traci was surprised that I had decided that without asking, but she wasn't the least bit upset. It looked good in the dining room. I didn't know it when I made the decision, but the dining room furniture was a gift from her grandmother when she graduated from Veterinary school.

I didn't have a lot of wall hangings, but we utilized many of Traci's where they were appropriate for the decor. My style was always somewhat spartan, while Traci had a great flair for color and style. She turned what was my house into a stylish home for the two of us.

Traci's place sold quickly for just over $300K after commissions and fees. That was when I introduced her to Vicky to establish an investment account. The investments Vicky managed for me averaged between 8% growth in lean years and 27% in the boom years. I knew she could turn Traci's $300K into a sizable fund in just a few years. It was at this point that I reviewed with Traci how much money I had squirrelled away. I was just under $3 Million even though I had been taking some to augment my Social Security payment each month. I was open with Traci and showed her that other than monthly bills which got paid off every month, I owed nothing on my house or car. Traci was shocked by how much money I had but never made me feel like she wanted any of it.

Since selling her house, Traci only had her car payment left, which was only 5 more months on a 2% loan. Her lawyer suggested we keep our finances separate for the time being in case she ever had a malpractice suit at the Animal Hospital so that they couldn't weasel a way to come after our home. Still, I raised the insurance limits on the house to cover any possibility. With all those things sorted out, we set off on our married life together. We loved and made love. Traci never tired of having me make love to her.

Postscript:

It's 2045 now and yesterday we celebrated our 20th anniversary. I just recently turned 85. Traci will soon turn 57. Traci took me out to dinner at our favorite seafood restaurant; I quit driving a couple years ago because my reaction time slowed, and I was afraid I was going to be a danger on the road. We still visit Los Mariachi's regularly, but Emilio is Traci's age, perhaps a year or two older, and was thinking of selling the business and retiring. Traci is semi-retired, so that she only works 2 or 3 days a week.

Just over 10 years ago Traci bought the practice of a retiring vet on the north side of town. They didn't do animal hospital stuff like surgeries and whatnot, but they had more patient rooms, 5 to Traci's 2, and more space to board cats and dogs, and they even had a room for small animals like guinea pigs, hamsters and ferrets, so their owners could board also. A year prior, Traci bought out her partner who wanted to move to Minnesota as her husband had gotten a promotion. The new office allowed Traci to divert some of the patients to that office, which gave her the opportunity to remodel and expand her first building to add more boarding space and additional patient rooms. Traci, in addition to herself, now has two locations and employs 5 vets, 8 vet techs and 4 receptionists. She also established a scholarship program to send qualified vet techs from her team to Veterinary School to become veterinarians. She also established a profit-sharing program in both offices. Her employee turnover is almost nil with the last two that left being one who went to vet school and the other moved out of state with her husband. She really is quite successful in her Animal Hospital endeavors.

Things changed over the years, but not our love for each other. I can't say how many times we made love over the years, but it must be in the thousands. Traci always teased that we should have bought stock in a lube company for all the bottles we went through. The first couple of years we used to do it like bunnies, but over the years that slowed down. Traci has never tired of us making love and still tells me that I'm the best lover anyone could have. I feel the same way about her. Now-a-days we still make love at least once or twice a week. To me she still feels tight, though I easily slip into her now when we make love.

Over the years we've made dozens of trips, been to some interesting places, and have had some really nice vacations. I found out that Traci really doesn't like to fly and usually takes half a Xanax before the flight. Though we always fly first class when we fly, she's always nervous about flying, so we only do it when we absolutely need to. Believe it or not, she loves going places on the train. One year she took a month off and we did a tour of the US by train leaving from Cincinnati through Chicago where we caught the Southwest Chief. We spent a couple days in LA and San Diego each before taking the train to Seattle, where we again spent a few days. Then we were off to Glacier National Park for a day, before heading off to Minneapolis/St. Paul, then back through Chicago to Washington DC and eventually NYC. On the way home, we stopped in Philadelphia and did the whole Liberty Bell scene. From there homeward to Cincinnati on board the Cardinal from DC followed by the drive back to our home. We always got a sleeper where we could, and business class when we couldn't, and Traci really enjoyed making love in our sleeping compartment on the train. More than a few times she needed to stuff my mouth to keep my orgasmic roar to a minimum; sometimes her panties, but other times a towel did the duty.

Traci's father passed away from heart disease 16 years ago. Traci's mother was extremely sad about this. For her 65th birthday, wow, that's 13 years ago already, Traci and I took her to Nashville for a vacation. We had a great time seeing all the sights in Nashville. We had separate rooms, of course, at the hotel. On our last night in Nashville, mom hugged each of us before we turned in for the night. I whispered in her ear, "I love you, mom."

"I love you too, son," she replied. "Thank you for this vacation. And thank you for loving and caring for my daughter." Neither of us knew at the time that her mother had already been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She passed a couple days after Halloween later that year.

As for us, well Traci lost her ability to have an erection about 7 years ago, the hormones she was taking finally caught up to her. Fortunately, her nerve endings still work fine, so she can still climax when I go down on her or when I hit her prostate just right, but it is just clear watery seminal fluid from the prostate oozing from her limp cock. Me on the other hand, I had to start taking Cialis about 8 years ago because I had trouble maintaining my erection. I would get hard, and we'd be making love and suddenly I would go soft - one of the bad parts of old age I guess.

Thanks to Vicky's efforts, and Traci's additional contributions over the years, her investment accounts are well over $2 million now, and mine are still over $2.4 million despite pulling money out to live on and vacation with my love Traci.

At 85 I feel good, but I know I'm getting old. I stopped making significant train repairs several years ago, though I'll still do something minor for a friend or club member. After talking with Traci about it, I decided to take down the train layout this year before something tragic happens and Traci is left to deal with it on her own. So next week is the last operating session for our group. Over the years Traci has participated as a train operator in the group and enjoyed hosting club events and we even had an open house during the model railroad national convention in Cincinnati several years ago. At any rate, several of the club members are coming to help disassemble it the following week. The structures, locomotives, rolling stock, electronics, and some tracks will be donated to the club that they can use in their semi-annual sales to raise funds for the club. The rest of the layout will go into the dumpster I ordered already. The club administration doesn't know it, but I also planned in my will for them to receive $10,000 when I pass.

When I pass, I've already let Traci know I'd like her to find someone else to spend her life with. I don't think she will though. However, she will have plenty of money to fund her scholarship program and any other philanthropic effort she so desires.

At any rate, I don't know how much longer I have left on this earth, but I do reflect frequently on the words to the 1991 Rush song 'Ghost of a chance' -- and the concept of finding someone, falling in love, and finding a way to make it last. Traci and I found a way to make it last.

Take a listen to that song, or if you can't abide Geddy Lee's voice, then read the lyrics on the internet. It's from the 1991 CD 'Roll the Bones'