Chapter 26: My Wife, We Make Love

There she was. My wife was standing in front of me from where she’d come I didn’t know.

When I’d asked for her hand in marriage, the old fashioned way, as her father drove me to the airport to catch a flight back home, he warned me about her. I’d already been given hints by her brothers and her father explained how she “has a sense of logic that’s almost always correct. I have to admit it. She sets me straight on matters a lot of times. It’s kind of uncanny.”

We were young, mid twenties, and she was what I wasn’t so much of the time, a logical mind. She was pragmatic. The pragmatic lover will often have a very clear idea of the kind of person they would like to have as a partner. Therefore she wasn’t sure about me, somehow wouldn’t let me go -- yet certainly had reservations. I had to talk, write, present, throw myself at her enduringly before she would consent to marry me. And I never could be certain she would ever really accept me.

When I was excluded from the wedding plans I questioned it. Apparently I was simply expected to show up at the proper time and that was that. Immediately she responded with asking me in cold terms, “Do you want to call it off?” The shock of that left me a vacuum of thinking until I gathered together my hurt feelings and said “No”. And we married. Funny, I felt like livestock. Now she stood in front of her naked husband who had just committed to fucking a large crowd of people and she said, “You really know how to do this don’t you?”

She took my hand to turn me slowly while reaching up to touch the ID brand on my head. She’d not seen me bald like that. Then she touched the brand burn on my butt. The rest of me looked more normal but she stopped short looking at my penis, “Huh.” She put her finger up to her chin thinking. Then she looked me in the eye. “I talked to the sisters you know.

“I was down at Sylvia’s home just wandering around. Such a beautiful place, the art, everything. I went down to the spa deck and the water was so inviting.” I smiled. She grew up on the beach, in a beach town in California and she unlike I had such an affinity to the water. “I got in because nobody was around at all. It was heavenly. I don’t know how long I was there but I think I almost dozed off and the next thing the sisters were there with me, all six of them. They were so sweet! So odd. I wasn’t embarrassed at all. They told me about you, ABOUT YOU! YOU NEVER REALLY TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!”

“I couldn’t tell you. And now they’ve given my memories back, like complete including this body. You have to know how it’s a shock.” “Yeah, you telling me. I couldn’t tell you of my past because it wasn’t there, no memory.”

“They told me before transition at the dairy I would not remember them anymore, ever, after they were gone. I begged them not to take my memories away because that would have killed my will. They were conciliatory a bit and I did remember some things vaguely more dream like than anything. And over time my memories faded more I think just naturally like anybody’s would.

“And I met you in Europe when I was in the Army. You know. If there were any inklings left about them you became the love of my life. You filled me up. Yet over time some things like memories cropped up and I wanted to fight it off. I thought it was a kind insanity creeping up on me. It was frightening. But now this all changes everything.

“I’m not sure I’m happy with this. They’re expecting change beyond anything seen on Earth and I’m being turned into some kind of livestock of new attitude toward sex. What’s that about? And again I stand before you what I actually was once for the sister nymphs’ uses. I feel used. And even more strange I’m being accepted by everybody, friends, strangers, as a new normal walking around with no clothes and with a huge erection pointing at them. I went to the coffee shop with the gang and they thought I was cool. It’s uncanny but frankly I’m not minding that part so much. I know it’s really an ego thing.”

My wife scanned around us and said, “What do you plan to do about all this then, all this mess and all these people passed out.” “Fuck, let’s go! Let’s just get out of here and let them deal with this. Come on. We’ll run down the trail back to Sylvia’s house. I’d like to talk to her anyway. I don’t understand what she was up to here earlier talking about making money using me.”

Going down the trail I explained more about my life at the dairy because I wanted no secrets kept from my wife. I told her about my “servicing” clients aside from my doing the sisters. I remembered the time I fucked a famous professor’s wife in front of everyone “For good science” as his wife put it. Her demands were a reason no respectable scientist could refuse. She immediately dropped her pants and did me. They all knew I was just livestock totally safe to use. Plus they wanted samples to take back to the university lab. Well, they had a lot more sample than they needed.

“Her husband was obviously shocked but had no arguments against. Watching me do her was compulsory because he brought her along clear across state to see for himself what my growing reputation held for possible discoveries. So he kept his biases in check and I did her enduringly only to follow that up with doing the extension agent’s wife as well. She refused to be left out.

“She wore a dress so I assumed to take all her clothes off and I did my cunnilingus for her on the loading dock first. Her husband had a lot harder time accepting that but he and dairy owner’s son had plans for trying to make money using me for various purposes. So he kept his cool taking the professor aside to try to explain investment opportunities. They lost focus on us and when the professor’s wife got to watch my special tongue doing her friend on the loading dock she had to try that too.

“I had them both naked and they were both great. We fucked away on the loading dock for a while before the men returned. I loved watching the looks on those guys faces and they had to know their wives would never be satisfied with them again. Is this too much information?”

I looked at my partner and she raised her eyebrows, “Okay?”

“Here’s another memory. You’re going to love this one.

“She, Ms. Jamison, was the dairy inspector from the state who helped write the rules. Very strict she couldn’t be swayed and the dairy ran their operation under her close eye as did all dairies in her territory. She, however, was interested in me, the reasons for me, how it worked.

“I never knew if she knew anything about the sisters but I bet she did and finally she told the son she needed to observe me at my job servicing as the two legged breeder livestock. She explained to the son and the extension agent exactly what she needed, that it was not exactly within her purview but being the inspector she had to have her hand in on the process used as I did my work. So, she as a professional needed the two men to observe as she got serviced. She needed only the technical expertise of the agent and the son backed him up as the manager in charge. Both men completely understood. They seemed ‘pleased’.

“That’s just how weird my existence was. And even more odd was the fact how women once having sex with me kept coming back for more. Isn’t it crazy how knowing I’m totally safe and livestock like a pet makes things different?”

“Again, okay,” my wife scrutinized me with her eyes of fire.

“Well, I’m not sure just how I will judge all of this,” she said. “I’m going to have to see and understand more of this history of yours before I make up my mind. I also wonder how you never caused me to enjoy our sex as much as you claim others do. But I did see the results of what you did at the nunnery and that’s not to be scoffed at. And what does it mean that your penis is stiff all the time and you never seem to run out of that stuff squirting out of you?”

She gave me one of her looks. “Look,” I pleaded. It’s different when you are just livestock and are forced to believe you are.” “As in that’s a lot of bull for you to manage?” she interjected with a wry smile. “I love pets, especially dogs. You have just two legs and are in fact a little bit furry. I’ll see if I can teach you some tricks. Can you wag your tail, I mean the one in front?” “Yeah, you laugh. Yes I can wave it and more. It twirls too. I’ll show you when we get to Sylvia’s.”

She just shook her head with a serious stare at me as we reached the other end of the trail. “This I gotta see.”

Still there was no one at Sylvia’s and I took my wife down directly to the spa deck. I pushed her back against that swivel chair pool side and I started kissing her. She didn’t respond instantly but did after I worked on my kissing a bit. I pulled up her shirt and began feeling her warmth. As usual she complained about cold hands so I reached to stick them into the hot spa water and kissed her some more, then continued. “Are you trying to seduce me you quite ordinary livestock?” she grumbled, joking. “Of course. Nobody is around and I need to do you. I’m horny you know. You can’t just leave your livestock unattended. That’s cruel.” That didn’t get a laugh out of her.