The Honeymoon
a Timber Grove Story
by Trinity

///// Chapter 1
///// "Not Enough"

Roger Powers sat at the bar of the Coho Resort and sipped on his scotch. He wore a tuxedo with his bow tie untied, looking like a telethon host in the final hours of the night. His eyes never raised above his glass, and people in the crowded bar generally gave him a wide birth.

"Get you another, buddy?" The bartender was trying to be jovial, having dealt with many men in his long career in a very similar slump. Roger looked up from his glass and saw a man smiling back at him with "Barry" written on his name tag.

"Yeah, keep 'em coming."

Barry obliged and soon Roger was four drinks deep before he spoke again.

"It's my wedding night..."

"Congratulations," Barry said as he filled the fifth glass. "Who's the lucky lady?"

Roger pulled out an invitation he had pocketed as a memento and showed it to Barry. "Damn. I've had at least seven gentlemen ask about your new wife, she is stunning."

It was true, and Barry knew it. Upstairs in the Honeymoon Suite was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Of course, it was not always the case.

"She IS gorgeous, but you should have seen her when I met her... she weighed 280 pounds."

"You're kidding me?"

"Nope. I'm a trainer at the gym she started at. Even at that weight, she had an amazing attitude and I wanted her to succeed more than anyone else I had worked with. It took 2 years, but she became the envy of every woman in the gym... and we fell in love." Roger quickly downed the glass in front of him and motioned for another.

"That's a wonderful story," Barry filled the glass to the top, "but that doesn't explain why she is upstairs and you are down here."

"Well, you see..." Roger contemplated drinking, but thought better of it, "Sandy had been fat for all of her life and was ashamed of her body. Even after she lost all of the weight she never really showed off, she was still the bashful girl who first stepped into the gym. We've been together for over a year now, and the sex is just terrible."

"With a body like hers, I bet most guys would be happy just being with her, if you understand my meaning."

"There's... no adventure... no thrills. It's like a business transaction with her. I love her to death, and I know that she loves me... I just want there to be a spark tonight."

Barry looked at Roger for a long time before talking. "Roger, you are six drinks into the night and your beautiful bride is waiting for you in your suite."

"How did you know my name..."

"Now, I bet that if you go up there right now you'll find that spark you're looking for."

"...is Roger?" Barry ignored him and continued on.

"But Roger, I will reiterate that any man would be happy to be with your wife. You should be happy with your wife, whatever your sex life is. Sometimes what little we think we get is enough."

"It's my wedding night! I don't want it to be another transaction." Roger downed his last glass of scotch and got up.

"Alright, Roger... you're Sandy will be waiting for you and that spark of yours."

"You better believe it!" Roger said as he dropped some cash on the bar and left the room.

Barry only shook his head and counted the money in front of him. "A man who cannot appreciate what he has right in front of him will never be fulfilled..."

Roger exited the elevator and staggered to his suite and opened the door. On the bed was his beautiful bride, Sandy. Her black hair hung in ringlets around her face and she was still in her wedding dress, her sea blue eyes fixed on the television.

"Sandy, my beautiful bride..."

Sandy looked up and smiled, pausing the television. "Honey, where have you been?"

"I was just having a conversation with some of the hotel employees."

"Great..." she said, smiling and patting the bed next to her.. In front of him was every man's dream girl. Her long toned body tanned by countless hours running on the beach. Her dress covered her breasts, but they were the one part of her body that had not lost any weight. She could have been a model, actress... or a porn star. Roger sighed at that thought, knowing that she had never even seen a porno, let alone be willing to try anything contained therein. In her own mine the sex must have been good enough, but not for Roger...

"I'm gonna take a shower real quick..."

"Are you sure? Don't you wanna..."

Roger couldn't believe it, she wouldn't even say "fuck".

"Don't you want to fuck me?" She asked as a wicked smile crossed her face.

He didn't know what to say, besides the obvious. "Wait, what?"

"Don't you want to fuck your new bride?" She was now off of the bed and walking towards him, her hips swinging like a bell.

"What's gotten into you?" Roger asked as he backed up a little. He was completely taken off guard by his wife's behavior, and was unable to function properly.

"Nothing has gotten into me, yet," she said as she grabbed his cock. She then leaned up and kissed him hard on the mouth. He quickly gave into her and kissed her back, only to have her pull away as she put her hands on his shoulders and walked him to the bed. With a playful push she sat him on the edge of the bed as she walked to the center of the room.

"Do you want my to dance for you, lover?"

"God yes!" Roger said as he began to remove his tux.

She said nothing as she ran her hands over her wedding dress and began to swing her hips. For the next few minutes Roger watched as his once timid bride slowly stripped out of her wedding dress. She moved in ways she had never done before, and Roger felt as if he might cum without her touching him at all.

When she was only wearing her panties, a bra and garter belt she got on her hands and knees and began to crawl towards him. Roger was only in his boxers now, and he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He watched as her large breasts swayed underneath her as she crawled, and the anticipation only grew when she glanced up with a look of pure wanton desire on her pretty little face.

"What do you want me to do now? Do you want me to suck your big, hard cock?"

Roger could only nod, as he had always wanted his wife to talk dirty to him. She pulled down his boxers and took his cock in her mouth. She then gave him the greatest blow job he had ever had, making him cum deep in her throat.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" She typically made him finish on her tits, but she clamped down and took it all. "Fuck! That was amazing!"

She smiled at him as she undid her bra and brought her tits up to his limp cock. "You want me to rub my titties on your poor little dick?"

She was playfully mocking him now, and he loved it. "Yeah, fuck me with your titties." She smiled as she began rubbing her tits up and down his shaft. His cock was brought back to life immediately, and once she saw that she climbed on top of him.

"Fuck me, baby! My pussy needs your cock!"

Roger just laid on his back and watched as his lovely wife bounced up and down on his cock. He reached his hands up and began to rub his wife's tits, much to her satisfaction.

"Oh, yeah! Rub my titties, Roger!"

"God, you're so tight tonight!"

"It's because of your big fucking cock, lover! Your big cock is going so fucking deep!"

She then began to rotate her hips on top of him, making him feel like he was going to explode. "I'm gonna cum soon!" Sandy then took him as deep as she could inside her and stopped. "Why did you stop," Roger asked, confused by the suddenness of it all.

"You have to ask nicely." As she said it she leaned down and pressed her tits against his chest.

"Will you fuck me?" Roger asked, playing the game

"You have to say please," she said as she began to nibble his ear.

"Will you fuck me, please?"

"What do you want me to fuck?"

"My cock."

"And what do you want me to fuck it with?"

"I want you to fuck my big cock with your tight pussy."

"Yes, sir," she said with a wicked grin. She then raised herself back up before placing her hands on his chest and continued to fuck him. Roger had never seen her get into it this much, and it pushed him right over the edge. "I'm cumming!"

"Me too! Me too!!! Cum with me! Cum with meeeeee!"

He did cum with her, and shortly after they collapsed onto the bed. Their bodies were covered in sweat and she pulled herself close to him, feeling the most satisfied she had ever felt.

///// Chapter 2
///// "Deep Desires"

"God, that was fucking amazing!" Sandy said, her breasts now squishing into Roger's chest

He looked down and kissed her on the head. "I know... What got into you?"

For the first time that night, Sandy looked a little embarrassed. "I don't know. Maybe it's the hotel or the wedding dress, but I just wanted to... fuck you." Her face reddened as she said "fuck" again.

"Well, you were incredible." Sandy sheepishly smiled at him as he got up from the bed. "I'm going to take a quick shower... Do you want to join me?"

Sandy thought about it as she got up and wrapped her naked body in a soft robe, "I... Maybe later," she said as she bit her bottom lip.

Roger walked over and kissed her on the forehead and walked into the bathroom. He was already naked so he quickly jumped into the shower, turning the heat up to just below unbearable. He had never experienced anything like he just did. It was like Sandy was in his head, moving just like he had always wished.

Outside on the bed Sandy laid on the bed and also thought about what she had just done. She knew that she had lost control, but what surprised her now was how much she had liked it. When she was overweight she had fantasized about this kind of thing, but that had simmered down once she started at the gym.

She started thinking about the gym and found herself getting aroused again, so she reached for the remote and turned on the television... but it was not the same show she was watching before.

"Oh my God!" She screeched as the screen now showed a beautiful blonde woman taking a shower. Sandy tried to turn the channel, but there was no response. The woman on the television looked like many of the women Sandy had seen on magazine covers, or like some of the women at the gym.

Sandy had spent most of her life longing to have a body like the one on the television, and at moments of her life the obsession crossed over into sexual attraction. She never thought of herself as gay, and she loved Roger to death, but the female form she had worked so hard to achieve now held sway over her.

With all of these thoughts rolling through her mind she was surprised to find one of her hands rubbing her pussy while the other tweaking a nipple. She was surprised by her actions, but not enough to stop exploring her body.

While Sandy was giving into her curiosities in the other room, Roger was having a much different experience in the shower. The water fell over his body in ripples that made him feel fantastic. His hands furiously moved over his smooth skin and full breasts, and the fact that he now had a pair of breasts not phasing him at all. His body was reforming itself in a fever pitch, blonde hair flowing down his back and his ass plumping up while the hair fell of the rest of his body. There was a slight moment of hesitation as his cock slipped inside his newly formed pussy, but the water just cascaded all of those thoughts away. In a few moments he was a perfect analog to the woman on Sandy's television.

Roger stepped out of the shower and stared at herself in the mirror. If her wife was attractive in that girl next door kind of way, she was now attractive in the sexy bombshell kind of way. She smiled at her reflection and winked.

"Hello, sexy," she said as she brought up her hands and felt her new breasts, noting they were slightly bigger than Sandy's. A quick turn and she saw one of the loveliest asses she had ever laid eyes on, and it was all hers.

In the deep corner of Rogers mind was a voice telling her that something was wrong, but Roger was welcoming this new form. She gingerly grabbed a towel and wrapped it wound her waist, as if she had done the same thing a million times before. After drying her hair, she grabbed her wife's brush and began to work it through her long blonde hair. It made her feel very feminine, and it also made her hair look absolutely stunning.

Roger then began to look through some of her wife's things that she had left in the restroom. She quickly found a present Sandy had tucked away from the wedding. She felt a little bad opening her wife's gift, but curiosity was getting the best of her.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" Roger asked with a devilish smile as she lifted a black nighty out of the box. it was probably given to Sandy from one of her girlfriends. Probably meant to be a gag gift, but Roger had all intentions to make it work.

After sliding out of the towel, Roger stood naked in front of the mirror. She couldn't help but smile as she took in her new curves again, and when she slipped on the nighty her smile only grew. It was tight around her tits, proving she was bigger than Sandy, but she now looked even more sexy than before.

Still on the bed outside, Sandy was rubbing her pussy slowly when the door opened and the woman from the television was standing right in front of her. Immediately she covered herself with the sheets, feeling both ashamed for being caught fingering herself as well as surprise at the mysterious woman's appearance.

"Who are you!? Where the hell is Roger!"

"I'm right here," Roger said as she walked closer to the bed, "and it looks like you're to blame for this new look of mine." Sandy suddenly looked back to see the blonde still in the shower. "And, it looks like you were warming up yourself for me." Roger was now on the bed and pulling back the sheets.

"How is this happening?" Sandy asked as Roger began kissing her neck.

"I have no idea, but you don't seem to be stopping me." Roger was now rubbing her left breast as Sandy began to bite her lower lip.

"We can't... ahhhh... do this..." Rogers hand was now at her crotch.

"Well, you are very wet down here... is this all on my account?"

Sandy did not respond but looked at Roger with eyes filled with pure lust and leaned forward and kissed her female husband. Soon they were both naked, hands exploring each others bodies. Roger felt amazing as Sandy began licking her new pussy, sending shocks through her body. She rubbed her breast and pushed against Sandy's probing tongue.

"God, that feels so good!" Roger was clutching his wife's hair as Sandy brought on her first female orgasm. "Fuck! Fuck me with your tongue!" She was being as mouthy as Sandy had been earlier in the bed, and she began to get lost in the sheer eroticism.

On the other hand Sandy was awash with a different sexual energy she had never experienced before. She had dreamed of being with a woman before, but never thought the woman would only minutes before her new husband. Even as Roger stuck 2 fingers into her moist slit she was taken aback by the purely pleasurable feelings she was experiencing. Roger kissed her deep as she continued to finger her, racking her body with multiple orgasms.

"God! Mmmmmmm, keep going!" Sandy screamed as both of their bodies gave out from sheer bliss and collapsed on the bed for the second time that night.

///// Chapter 3
///// "Curiosity"

Covered in sweat Roger scooted her new female body next to her wife and kissed her lovingly on the mouth.

"Well, this was unexpected," Sandy said, trying to catch her breath.

"You're telling me. I'm in the body of fucking supermodel who just had sex with my bride."

"How did this happen? The first time was something, but this was something else all together." Sandy asked as she laid her head on her husbands breasts.

"I have no idea, but I don't really mind..." In fact, Roger's mind was still spinning from the situation. Rapid fire thoughts spread around like wildfire as he tried to come to grips with the change. He had just had the most amazing sex of his life, but it was as a woman... What else could this body do?

"You know, I've always dreamed about being with a woman..." Sandy said as she traced Rogers pert nipples.

"Really?"

"God, yes. I would just stare at some girls on the gym floor and watch as their soft bodies moved... I'm sorry, I really shouldn't talk about this."

"No, you keep going," Roger said with a laugh.

"Well, sometimes I would have to leave the gym floor and go back to the lockers so I could..."

"Masturbate?" Roger asked incredulously. Sandy nodded before burying her head into Rogers new tits in sheer embarrassment. "Sandy, I had no idea... and you don't have to be embarrassed."

"I don't?"

"No, sweetie... It's good to communicate like this."

"What, is this just girl talk?" They both laughed at the comment, and Roger began to tickle Sandy. "Stop! Stop that!" Sandy tried to yell between giggles.

"Well, if this is just girl talk!"

The then took some more time to explore each others bodies as tickling gave way to curiosity. As Sandy felt her husbands pussy, she looked up at her inquisitively. "Is it weird to have a vagina?"

Roger thought about it for a second, "No, this all seems so... normal." She wanted to say that it felt better than being a man, but even now she was beginning to have some concerns about the situation. Sandy then got a worried look on her face and looked as if she wanted to say something, but was fighting the urge. "Honey, what is it?"

She looked up at her husband and took a deep breath. "Does this feel like cheating?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I know that you're still the man I fell in love with in there, but you're very different..."

"Honey, we need to look at this situation as a gift," Roger said as she stood up and presented her naked body again to Sandy, "a very sexy gift." She was laughing now, only Sandy still looked concerned. "Look, whatever happens tonight we should accept for what it is. Obviously something miraculous is happening to us, but let's see where it leads."

Sandy pulled the sheets around her as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Leads?"

"Well, yeah." Roger then sat down next to her and took her hand. "I mean, isn't there anything else that you'd like to try?"

"Roger," she said with a laugh, "we just slept with each other and then you changed into a woman before we did it again. You're right, all of this has been amazing... but what else is there?"

"Well," Roger could see her wife falling back into her old habits, so she had to lay it all out, "what if we got a third participant?"

Sandy laughed, harder than before. "What? You want to go find another girl to bring in here?" Roger said nothing as she watched her wife laugh before she finally stopped. "Oh my God, Roger... You can't be serious?"

"I don't know, maybe I am."

"You want to... be with a man?"

Roger stood up and walked over to the mini bar. She got a small bottle of rum before downing it all in one shot. "I mean, everything you did to me was amazing, but," she opened and drank another bottle, "this body was feels like it was built for more."

For the first time that night, Sandy seemed to be looking at the situation for what it really was. She looked at her husband, all tits and ass, and thought about what she had done for her. How her husband had literally changed to fulfill her buried desires... even if she didn't ask for it. How could she now deny her husband the same thing?

"Roger... I don't know if I can be with another man. I love you, and all of this really was wonderful, but I only did what I did because it was you." She got up, leaving the sheets behind, and walked her naked body over to her husband. She then pulled Roger's naked body against hers and held her close, before holding her at shoulder length. "But if you want to be..."

Roger buried her head in her wife's hair. "I think I do."

"Then let's go find you a man."

Roger's face was both a mixture of happiness and worry all at once. "Are you really okay with this?"

"Well, the way I see it... It won't be Roger my husband doing anything, but Robin my younger sister."

"Robin?"

"Well, we can't exactly introduce you to men downstairs as Roger, can we?" Sandy asked before turning her attention to her suitcase.

"Oh my God! Are we really doing this?" Robin looked ran her hands through her long blonde hair and seemed to try and pull it out. "I mean, are we really doing this?"

Sandy was looking through her clothes now, while grimacing. "God, yes we're doing this, but we're hitting a snag."

Robin walked over and sat down next to the open piece of luggage. "What's the problem?"

"Well, I did pack some fun club dresses," she said as she held up a particularly sexy black mini dress, "but you're a little... bigger, than me." Robin looked down and smiled at her tits, causing Sandy to roll her eyes. "So while the dresses will fit, you definitely won't be able to fit in any of my bras."

"So?" Robin asked, not seeing the point.

"So? If you go down in one of these dresses without a bra, every guy in the place will have his hands all over you."

Robin shrugged her shoulders, "And?"

"Well, I guess you're okay with that."

"Are you?"

Sand looked at Robin and tried to see her husband, but instead she saw a young, buxom, blonde bombshell of a girl looking like she was going to her first dance. In someways that made what they were about to do easier. In other more concerning ways, it made her feel like she was losing something. And while those concerns were in her mind, she gave into the excitement of the moment.

"Yes, I'm okay with all of this." To make her point she gave the tiny black dress to Robin and motioned for her to put it on.

"Alright," Robin said with a big smile, looking at the dress like it was a shiny new toy, "but how the hell do you put this thing on?"
After a few minutes of Sandy helping Robin get dressed and applying some makeup, the two of them stood in front of the mirror. Sandy had chosen a red dress with spaghetti straps that showed off her body in stunning fashion, while Robin wore a tiny black mini dress that was strapless and made it look like she was in the club for one reason.

"Good God, Sandy, where have you been hiding this dress?" Robin asked as she twirled in front of the mirror. Her breasts were perky enough that they didn't bounce and jiggle a ton, but it was obvious she was without one as her nipples were clearly poking through. She then wiggled her ass a bit, making sure the dress covered just enough... but not too much.

"I know, right?"

"I mean, this is a fuck-me-dress if there ever was one."

Sandy smiled at her husband and took her hand.

"Well, let's find out."

///// Chapter 4
///// "Tribal"

The Coho Resort was home to one of the hottest clubs in Timber Grove: The Tribal Grounds. Most local college students just referred to it as "Tribal", and it was the place where the young and beautiful came to play.

"Oh my God, this place is packed!" Robin yelled to Sandy who was standing right next to her, the music already overpowering everything.

"I know, and it's only one in the morning," Sandy yelled as she grabbed her husbands hand and dragged her to the dance floor. As they moved through the crowd Sandy could see a lot of heads turning their way, and it made her feel amazing. Typically she kept her gym sculpted body more modestly adorned, but many of her inhibitions were being thrown to the wind tonight.

"Everyone is looking at us!" Robin was beginning to dance, loving the way her new body moved. She was much shorter than she was as a man, but her smaller frame moved more fluid and gracefully.

"I know," Sandy added as she began to dance closer to Robin, "and it looks like most of the girls here want to kill us."

"But the guys look like they want something else!" The both laughed as they lost themselves in the music and lights. One song gave way to another and Robin just continued to see what her new body could do. She loved it when her wife would move in close to her and begin grinding her ass into her, and she returned the favor a few times.

It took at least three songs before a guy became bold enough to approach the couple and begin dancing. Robin was surprised at an unexpected feeling against her back, and as the man began to grind into her she knew what she was feeling. Her eyes got big as he began to run his hands over the black material of her dress, yet she continued to move her body against his until they were rhythmically moving as one.

Robin looked around for her wife when the song ended, but found she was nowhere to be seen. She then turned to see her dancing partner and was pleased to see a man who looked like he was still in college, and he had a body that convinced her he was on the football team.

"I'm Ryan."

"Robin," she said as she began to walk away. She could tell this surprised him as he was quickly right behind her.

"Where are you going, beautiful?"

Robin's plan had worked. He loved when women played hard to get, something Sandy had never done before. "I'm going to the restroom," she said as she reached out and touched Ryan's chest, which was rock hard.

"I'll be right here waiting for you," Ryan added with a disarming smile.

Robin turned and made sure her ass swayed as much as it could before she looked over her shoulder. "Who said anything about waiting?"

A few seconds later they were in a stall in the bathroom and Ryan was kissing her neck. She was feeling a mixture of emotions, the chief of which was desire... while a tiny sliver of apprehension was slipping in.

As Ryan's tongue entered her mouth she wondered if her wife would really approve of what she was doing? Was she okay with her sleeping with some strange man? Where was she now?

All of these thoughts were extinguished when Ryan lifted up her dress and began to rub her pussy through her panties. "Oh, fuck!" She was finding it harder and harder to breath as he continued to kiss her and play with her pussy at the same time. "Oh my God! Yes! Oh my God!!!" He had just slipped her panties aside before backing up against the other wall. "What... Why did you stop?"

"Because I thought you could give me some attention," he asked as he undid his fly and pulled out a massive cock. Robin had always thought she had a decent sized dick as Roger, but this was bigger than her old bodies by a bit.

"I... I've never..." She was looking down at it, and then back to Ryan who was sporting the most disarming smile she had ever seen.

"It's okay, we don't have to do anything that you... Oh, shit!" He wasn't through talking before Robin was on her knees and had taken in him all at once. The feeling of having a dick in her mouth was not as bad as she thought, and she found that she had a rather good idea of what to do to make her lover happy.

"What are you... fuck, me! That's amazing! Are you sure it's your first time?" She could only smile up at him while she continued to work her tongue around his shaft. Even though he was bigger than she had see, she was having no problem taking him all the way in. "You're a pro at this, oh shit!"

She was beginning to enjoy the situation more and more, getting turned on by the way this young stud was becoming putty in her hands.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He was tapping her on the head, trying to get her attention, but she was having none of it. "I'm... I'm cumming!" She felt him explode in the back of her throat, and she did her best to take it all. He pumped a few times before she could feel his dick growing smaller and she pulled it out. "I'm sorry, I tried to warn..."

"No, I wanted it," she said with a big smile, "I want to experience everything this body can!" She thought of kissing him hard on the mouth, then remembered that he had just came in there.

"Well, we can take this up to my room if you're interested..." Ryan's demeanor had changed from strong alpha male taking control to a young boy nervously asking permission.

All Robin could do was smile as she took his hand and nodded slowly. After straightening up a little they walked hand in hand through the club and were soon out the doors and on their way to the nearest elevator. They passed by the mall bar where Robin had been drinking earlier, but she was too excited to pay any attention. If she had looked inside, she would have seen her wife sitting at the bar nursing a margarita.

"Do you know that couple?"

Sandy looked up to see the bartender standing in front of her. "I... I thought I knew one of them."

"We think we know a lot of people, but we really only see what they want us to see," he was smiling at her at she felt a little better. "What brings such a beautiful woman to the bar this late? Surely you have someone waiting for you?"

"I'm actually here on my honeymoon, with my..." She was about to say husband, but didn't really know what that meant at the moment.

"Ah, I was serving your husband earlier."

"Oh," she said between sips of her drink.

"He was talking about you, told me how you two had met."

"Yeah... He treated me like a real person at a time when very few people did." She didn't know why she was opening up to the bartender, but it seemed to make her feel better. "He was a friend to me for no other reason than out of a desire to help me. Now men want to be my friends just because of how I look, but it was never that way with him."

"Wow, you sound like you really love him."

She thought about what had happened tonight, and even though she knew that "Robin" was at that moment probably fucking some stranger upstairs, she knew how she felt. "I do. I do love him."

"You love him even though she's currently a woman with a man right now?"

Sandy didn't question why this bartender named Barry knew everything, "Yes, I do."

"Well that is something." He was smiling again and she was put at ease.

"Do you think tonight will change her? Was I wrong for encouraging her to explore her sexuality?"

Barry shrugged, but the smile remained, "Sometimes when people get what they think they want, they really recognize how much they had to begin with. I can't really say if Robin will have that epiphany or not. All I can say is that she truly is lucky to have someone like you, and maybe in the morning she will see that."

"But what if I..."

"Sandy," he took her hands in his and held them tight, "I can only hope. I wish to help people, much like yourselves, but I can only do so much. Yes, me and my kind can change people.. But we can't "change" people." He was pointing to her heart now and she understood what he was saying.

"Who are you?" Sandy asked as she wiped away a tear.

"Would you believe me if I said I was a Pixie?" He smiled again and she returned it, somehow knowing everything between her and Robin would be alright.

///// Chapter 5
///// "When Enough is Enough?"

Upstairs in the Coho Resort Hotel, Robin was pushing a completely naked Ryan onto the bed. She had spent a long time taking the clothes off of his firm body, taking time to build the anticipation to a fever pitch.

"What do you want me to do now?" She was sporting the most wicked grin imaginable, and Ryan could only think of one thing.

"Strip for me."

She laughed as she began to sway her hips in rhythm with some unheard beat. She ran her hands up and down the mini dress she was wearing and turned so her ass was facing him. The dress lifted high enough for Ryan too see both of her ass cheeks before she dropped it.

"My God, your ass is perfect."

"Tell me more about my ass," she asked as she began to make it bounce.

"It's the best ass I've ever seen. Even the girls on the cheer squad can't compete."

"Do you want to touch it?"

"Fuck yeah."

Robin then backed herself up against him and felt his hand immediately rubbing her ass. She was so turned on that she abandoned the rest of her striptease and simply pulled the dress over her head.

"What happened to my striptease?" Ryan asked with faux displeasure

"I can't wait anymore... I need you." To drive the point home she turned and popped off her bra, letting her breasts hand inches from Ryan's face. He took them into his hands without saying a word and began to lick them while sucking on her nipples. "Oh, fuck!" Her tits were more sensitive now than they were earlier with Sandy, and the attention they were receiving was making her wet.

"Where did you come from?" Ryan asked in between kissing each breast.

"I'm new," Robin said with a laugh.

Before she knew it they were both naked on the bed and she was on all fours. "God, I need you in me now!" She looked over her shoulder and saw Ryan fumbling with something, and when she realized what it was she wondered what that meant. If he wore a condom then the sex would be nowhere near as good... Yet, what if she got pregnant?

She chuckled at the last thought, "No condom! Just get inside of me!"

"Are you sure?" Ryan asked, again the young boy returning.

"Fuck me, dammit!"

He didn't wait another second before he plunged deep inside of her. Nothing Robin experienced earlier in the evening or even in her life as Roger compared with the feeling of being filled up with a giant cock. "Finally! Yes! YES!"

As Ryan continued to pound into her, he looked down at the amazing ass below him and was shocked by what he saw. "Fuck! Are you a virgin?"

"I guess I was!" She laughed and Ryan seemed spurned on by the fact that he had popped this goddesses cherry.

For the next half hour Robin was taken in every way imaginable. Ryan only hesitated once when she asked for anal, but he soon gave in and enjoyed it as much as she did. Everyone of her sexual desires were being met, and when he had cum in her for the third time they finally rested.

"Oh my God! That was fucking incredible!"

Robin sighed as she laid next to her naked lover, "Yes, it really was."

"I mean, I've never done half of that. God, it was only your first time!"

"And I loved every minute..." Then she paused.

"What?"

"I was just thinking about someone..."

"Oh," Ryan said, his face souring. She could tell that he was a good guy, and he was falling for her.

"No, it's... It's not exactly what you think..."

They were interrupted by the door to the room opening and two men entering after turning on the light.

"I was balls deep in that bitch and no one on the dance floor even... Oh, fuck!"

Rya pulled the sheet over them both and began yelling, "Fuck, guys! Didn't you see the sock on the door!"

Both men had their eyes locked on Robin, and even though she was covered by a sheet they could still see the curves of her body. She looked them over as they did her, and she smiled as she saw that they were just as good looking as Ryan.

"Shit, we're sorry," said the taller one of the two.

"Yeah, we'll leave you to it," the other said as they both made for the door.

"No," Robin surprised herself by speaking, but continued anyway, "I want you two to stay."

"What?" The three men asked in unison.

"I want..." Her mind was moving a mile a minute. She was fulfilled in everyway she had ever known, yet here were two more cocks. She thought of the implications, but her drive to be satisfied was over-riding all other thoughts. But could she really do this?

"Hey, look," Ryan said with some concern, "I'm not really looking for..."

"Then leave, and you two can stay." She had convinced herself that this was what she wanted, and again she made her point by pulling the sheets down and watched as the two new guy's jaws dropped.

"I'm out of here," Ryan said as he gathered up his things, "Come on guys, she's..."

"Fucking gorgeous," one said as he pulled off his shirt.

"Yeah man, put that sock back on the handle on your way out."

Ryan said nothing as he gathered up his things, and only spoke once he got to the door. "God, Robin... When is enough... enough?"

The door closed and the words hit Robin like a ton of bricks. As the two men got on the bed with her, she began to rethink what she was doing. She began to think when would she really ever be satisfied.

A few floors up Sandy was wearing a robe and sitting on her bed, having changed out of her dress the minute she got back to her room. Part of her wanted to go into the Hotel to find her husband, but she felt that she needed to wait for her to come back. She decided to pass the time by looking over some of the photos from the wedding earlier, not wanting to turn on the TV in fear of what might happen.

She picked up a photo of her and Roger standing side by side. He looked very handsome, and she was very pleased with the way she filled out her dress. They looked like a happy couple with a bright future before them, and even though Barry had put her mind at rest she was still worried that she might loose her husband.

Sandy looked up from the bed when she heard pounding on the door. As she approached cautiously she could hear a woman's voice on the other side. She looked through the peep hole and was shocked to see Robin standing outside, and she was completely naked.

"Oh my God, Sandy," Robin said as she burst through the door Sandy had just opened, "I'm so glad you're up here."

"What happened?" She watched as her husband shut the door and wrapped her naked body around her and started sobbing. "Oh my God, Roger? What happened? Did someone do something to you?"

"No, but I almost let them. I'm so sorry, Sandy. I'm so fucking sorry." Sandy walked Robing over to the bed, where she wrapped in a robe and got her a glass of water.

"Tell me, Roger. What happened with that guy?"

"You saw?"

"Yeah, I was in the bar when I saw you two running toward the elevator."

"We... I fucked him, Sandy. I lost all control and let him fuck me like I fucked you earlier." Sandy knew this was probably the case, but it still stung to hear it from her husband. "Then two more guys came in and..."

"No, Roger... You didn't?"

"No, I didn't. Ryan, the guy I went up with, said something that cleared my mind. Enough is enough, Sandy. I love you and I only ever want to be with you."

Sandy smiled, though she still hurt inside, and held her husband close. "It's okay, it's okay..."

"What do we do now? Where do we go from here?" As Sandy held her weeping husband close, she thought the same thing.

A year later Robin sat on a porch overlooking the Pacific and watched as the waves came in. She sipped an iced tea while looking through different apps on her phone, before she heard the door open behind her.

"Guess who just woke up?" Sandy was standing in the doorway with a baby in her arms.

"Ah, she just went down thirty minutes ago."

"Yeah, she's just a little fussy." Sandy then handed over the baby to Robin who took her and began to rock in her chair. She looked over at her wife who scooted a chair over to her and sat down while taking her hand in her own.

"Did you imagine this is where we'd be on our anniversary?"

Robin thought about it a moment before answering. "Stuck in Timber Grove because we can't travel with a three month old little girl?"

"No, you know what I mean."

Robin chuckled, "Yeah, I know."

"Do you miss Roger?"

"I don't know, do you?" Sandy smiled and kissed her wife's hand, choosing not to say anything. "I think about being a man from time to time, but then I look down at Lori and I know I made the right choice." She thought again about the morning after when Barry explained that she had gotten pregnant with Ryan, and that the baby would be lost if she changes back into Roger. "Yeah, I made the right choice."

"I know you did, too." Sandy leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek before standing up. "Do you want to come in?"

"No... I think I'll just stay out here since she's up."

Sandy looked concerned. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Now go and enjoy your anniversary gift," Robin smiled up at her wife and nodded her on, "unless you want me to give it another go?"

"No, I think I'm ready." Sandy then leaned down and kiss Robin hard on the mouth before opening the door. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

She smiled and left her husband and daughter on the porch as she walked to her room. With each step she took she removed another piece of clothing, until she stood in front of the bedroom door wearing nothing but her panties. She felt her heart racing and moved her hands through her long black hair. After a quick breath she opened the door and saw Ryan sitting on the bed in a pair of boxers.

"Sandy... Holy shit, you look fantastic."

They had tracked Ryan down at the college a few months into the pregnancy to let him know he was going to be a father. He was ecstatic at the news, and glad that they were allowing him to be part of her life in the capacity of an uncle. They also invited him into their bedroom from time to time, as Sandy had learned to keep her and Robin's sex life fresh. They always made sure he wore a condom... until tonight.

Sandy walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed. He looked very nervous, and she kissed him on the cheek. "You know, there's other ways we can do this."

She chuckled and stood up in front of him, shimmying out of her panties as she did. "Oh, don't you want me, Ryan?" He looked up at the beauty before him and took a deep breath. He then pulled her close and began kissing her erect nipples. "Oh, just like that! God, yes!"

After some fun foreplay, he was pressing the tip of his cock against her moist opening as a big smile crossed Sandy's face. "Do it, Ryan. Put a baby in me!"

///// The End