Chapter 8: Grateful

I could not believe the promises the doctors made, but in fact these skilled men and women turned men into people who looked like women above and below, so I should have had faith. Also, they said that it would look better in two more weeks, when the swelling went down, but no woman could wait that long, and the bandages were no longer needed, so they took them off after 10 days.

I was stunned speechless at the sight.

It was just as they said; when they took the bandages off I saw a lovely woman in the mirror - not the girl I had been. I recognized the image as “me” except now I was beautiful and adult, which I was SO not used to. I was amazed. I could not speak. My husband was very pleased that I was very pleased.

As we got in the SUV after the bandages were off I was so pleased that the first full sentence I said was that he, “could have anything and everything from me.” Cara was with us, she blushed. We had to eat supper, but 2 hours after seeing my improved face I was still giddy and eager for any manner of sex he wanted of me. He asked for oral sex, “both of us everywhere,” followed by straight missionary with the lights on so he could see and praise my beautiful smile. I can’t say I loved it all, but I was really feeling gratitude and affection for him so I put my heart into it.

After I shaved myself we started with a shower, my devotion and his desires always made that the natural starting point. For the first time in over a week we showered together. (The bandages were a problem before they came off today; I could only wash my face, very carefully, after my workout when the nurse removed the night bandages and before she put on the day bandages.) He started washing me.

As always, his hands were very appreciative on my body. My tits were growing and his hands showed appreciation. As expected his fingers ending up at my bottom. I posed for what I knew he wanted and he worked a finger one knuckle deep into my anus. But by this time I had read more dirty stories about DP and the like. Also, I had seen movies with DP and anal scenes. They contributed to a open mind. So I looked over my shoulder and in a breathy voice suggested, “you could go deeper in ... if you wish. Maybe you are interested in probing ... both holes at the same time. If you want. Maybe someday...”

I can’t say I ever saw him so happy as that moment. He wanted me in so many ways, and I had just opened the door wider.

I was not really wanting such things, but I had read it plus I really felt that he was patient and loving with me plus he had given me much so I could accept some experimental discomfort if it gave him a special thrill.

He was overjoyed and tried to kiss my feet. Then he did as I suggested, first going deeper in back, really getting into me, and then going into my pussy hole with another finger. I will not say it felt good to me, but he was liked it and objectively he was so gentle that there was no pain as he cleaned me out very well. I still dreaded anal sex with his big cock (I thought of it as big because it was the only one I had seen - silly girl), but I was fine with his cleaning finger and his nasty tongue which usually followed the finger.

When he put a second finger in my pussy it got interesting. Feeling fingers moving together in both holes was a very de-inhibiting experience; I found the combination very sexy as they penetrated me and moved together in my body. I thought of stories where there was double penetration, and while I thought I was not interested in any other man I could see the attraction of being double filled - sexed and desired so completely, the fucking center of attention between two big strong men.

I knew that toys could be used in place of a second man. I wondered when I would ask for that. Also, which hole would be his choice for the toy.

Then I gave myself a shock. When I thought no “other man” my mind went to “except maybe...” while running through some fantasy ideas. My first thought - just for an instant - was some of the US Marines I had seen. Suddenly a mental image of Father - actually a younger version of my father - fucking my pussy while my husband fucked my ass - popped into my head. Fuck Me! It was so powerful that suddenly I almost climaxed on the spot. I clenched up both holes and moaned. I kept thinking about it.

My husband felt my response, he froze and tried to figure out just what he had done, and if it was good or bad for me. I could not bring myself to speak of it I just muttered “so good” to make him happy. He knew it was something I imagined, so he figured he was a step closer. He relaxed while he kept working me.

When he was done washing and playing with my body he asked me, while I was still facing the wall, to cock my hips so he could tongue my pussy and then give me a bit of rimming. The way he said it told me that he was very pleased with me. He did not have to ask twice, I presented my holes as best I could for his pleasure. His took his time, using his tongue to pleasure me front and back for the longest time yet. It became a trial of pleasure. When he was probing with his tongue in back I allowed my muscles to relax, so he got in a bit farther than ever before. I felt so bad to do such a taboo thing, like I was inviting him inside in a bad way. But on the other hand I felt he deserved whatever he wanted. I was grateful. He was delighted and enthused about “my acceptance.”

That was when I steeled my mind and promised myself I would give him the same treatment, or as close as I could come. He had made me beautiful, I owed him so much. I was raised to pay my debts.

After he was done licking me it was my turn to wash him. I knew he really liked it when I washed his crew-cut hair, so I set the stool down in the shower and asked him to sit. I took my time, softly working my fingertips across his head in what felt to me like a hard massage but he said it was divine. I also washed his ears with the nails of my little fingers and his face with soft loving hands. When I stepped in front of him and rinsed the soap away, my breasts were on display. He mentioned how they were starting to perk up and fill out nicely with my much-improved diet. They hung perfectly. They were still A-cups but now they were closer to full A-cups and they might even get to the next size in a month. In any event he honestly admired my tits and declared he was well-pleased. “No surgery was needed unless I really, really wanted it.” I admit I felt pretty good about his great praise for my small breasts. In response I pressed my breasts to his face and rubbed myself on him there. He made silly happy childlike noises as I rubbed. Plainly he was delighted at the action.

I felt relief, and very good about what he had said. I felt very womanly. I was fine with what had been provided to me, praise be.

When I was done with the rinse and rubbing his face my husband treated my nipples with a little focused oral affection. Suddenly the hand shower unit was not the only fluid flowing in the shower; I felt like my pussy was running like a faucet. I let him adore my chest for another few minutes - and then a few more. He wanted it, so I was greedy.

Instead of removing the stool completely when he stood up, I put it in a corner and washed the rest of his body, working down. Like him, I saved the best parts for last. His cock and balls I washed with very soapy fingers, then rinsed off. His cock went from 10% to 100% in the process, so when it was clean I got on my knees and carefully tried to take the head into my mouth. You know, it looked harder than it was, but once I made up my mind to do it I got the head fully inside. I was keeping my teeth away, and I was gently exploring with my tongue. I was not the only one with a flow, his pre-cum got all over my tongue. I stayed there for about 30 seconds. He did not move, but when I took it out and looked up he was smiling broadly. I had to kiss him, a long deep one. I know he tasted his pre-cum in that kiss, but he liked it because it was his own, from my lips.

“Would you like to taste your cum on my lips?” I asked. I really was in an expansive mood.

“I will be very pleased on that day,” he replied. “When you are ready.”

Then, for the first time, I whispered to him, “turn around and grab the wall,” as a command. He assumed the position with a great smile.

I stood behind him and started to wash his crack. I had never done such a thing to another person, so my enthusiasm for my husband was tested. Still, I soldered on, determined, with soap and my bare fingers, followed by plenty of rinsing with the shower hand unit. He mentioned that he had cleansed himself extensively beforehand.

I sank to my knees, gulped when confronted with his moon, then began to loiter around the crinkled area, and eventually the center hole, with a finger. He was squeaky clean. I had trimmed a fingernail completely for this purpose, so finally I pressed it in and started to move it around, cleaning the inside. There was nothing to clean, my husband had indeed prepared himself well. Still, my efforts were essential to assure me all was well, that was important for the next step.

It was time for my leap, one I never would have considered before my wedding night. But first I wanted a change of position.

I bid my husband to get the stool, and put it in the center of the shower. Then he was to lean forward on it, resting his belly on the stool and spreading his legs wide, while I went to my knees on a rubber pad behind him. He guessed my purpose and was beside himself with delight.

Steeling myself, I spread his buns, extended my tongue and gently began to use my tongue against him. It was just skin under my tongue, but what it did to him was amazing. He immediately began singing my praises. His hands took over holding his buns apart. I wiggled the tip of my tongue. He sang higher, in Korean. After a few minutes - I admit it was actually kind of nice for me because he liked it SO much - I moved to stage 2. With a soapy hand I began to stroke his erect cock as I put more effort into what had become a rimming.

My husband was beyond surprised, very pleased, and stimulated to an incredible level in just moments. He asked - barely - what I thought I was doing, but his voice seemed to fail him as he gasped at the wonders he felt. He praised me, no one had ever pleasured him so.

I broke contact for just a moment and replied, “You have only one wife. She is special.” I quickly licked his ball sack. He howled.

With my wiggling tongue-tip I began to press harder against the center of his opening, almost making entry, while in front I carefully stroked his cock with increased tightness in my soapy grip.

Imagine my surprise when his balls rose of their own accord - I could hardly believe that - and suddenly a great many things happened at once as he fired his cum out of his shaft. He had no control, it was all me and I had no idea what I was doing! My hand actually felt the big first charge move down his shaft. It went all the way across the shower like a crossbow bolt! The subsequent half-dozen volleys were more of the same, if a lesser effect.

I have to say, the strongest thing I felt was how his entire body shared in the climax. It was much like an electrical shock, except of course that it was not painful (despite the sound he made which was like somebody was shocking his delicate parts). A wave of intense feeling was transmitted to me, in some ways I shared in the experience just by my sympathetic contact with all the moving parts touched by the wave of pleasure. Of course, his cries echoed off the shower walls, and the convulsions of his body meant I had to be very careful in how I kept my tongue in contact with him. But I did keep that contact.