CHAPTER 11 - If there is to be reconciliation, first there must be truth

After Heather’s unexpected departure, Ellen felt she needed to say something so she called the guys together and attempted an apology, "I’m so sorry for the way my friend acted. Just between us, she has never been with a man."

That drew a collective gasp.

Philip said, "You mean she’s a virgin at her age?"

Ellen with an evasive comment went on. "I didn’t exactly say that."

While the men were trying to grasp the ramifications of that statement Ellen continued, "I thought this might be her lucky night. Where she was introduced into the true delights of womanhood. I guess being with a suave sexy guy like you Philip was too much for her."

Flip smiled and replied, "I understand, I have often been told I am too much of a man for a lot of ladies to handle. Some of it was probably my fault. I came on a little strong tonight. There was just something special about her that got my engine running. I haven’t had a virgin since high school. Next time I will go a little slower. I would like another shot at her. Too bad we have to leave first thing in the morning, Todd can give you our phone numbers for when you girls come home."

Once outside the bar, Heather took off his heels and ran to their room. He stripped off his dress and panty. He tried to pull off his boobs but it was too painful so he just collapsed in the fetal position on the bathroom floor. His spirit was broken, he couldn’t find a reason to go on. Puddles of tears pooled on the title floor as he cried himself out.

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That is how Ellen found him 45 minutes later. She quietly entered their room and didn’t see her husband on the bed like she expected. Scanning the room, she noticed the bathroom door was ajar. She swung the door open and was greeted with pitch black. She searched for the light switch and turned it on. When the lights came on, George kept his head hidden in his hands. George bit his lip trying to get control of his emotions. His eyes were closed, but he knew it was Ellen from the scent of her perfume. He briefly looked up and saw Ellen was flushed and her hair was a disaster.

Ellen looked down at the pathetic thing sitting on the cold ceramic tile. His shoulders shook, gently, indicating that the poor thing was sobbing. She resolved to come to his rescue. Ellen intuitively knew she was walking on eggshells.

She hurried to Heather’s side and sat on the side of the tub. She put her hand under his chin and made him look at her. She was distressed at what she found. Heather’s eyes were red and swollen from crying. In all the years of their marriage she had seen George sad; but he had never openly wept before.

"What’s the matter honey? Before you stormed out of the bar, it looked like you were having a good time. Then you just got up and left. What did Flip do to you?" She asked and sat next to him on the floor, taking him in her arms.

He shook his head, unable to speak. He was in no condition to even speak, let alone make a coherent argument.

George eventfully composed himself enough to sit upright, his faux breasts poking out from his hairless chest. "Look at me, Ellen. I'm a joke. A little queer with tits. I'm pathetic."

"That's enough," she said sternly shaking him by the shoulders. "You are NOT a freak, and the last I heard you were not attracted to men, so the queer comment seems misspoken. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself. You are who you are. That happens to be a kind, caring person, forced by circumstances to temporarily set aside the appearance of your manhood. Clothes do not define the man." Then poking his quivering boobs." Certainly, a couple of pounds of silicon doesn’t label you. I do not associate with freaks, so just stop it. If you have to put a label on it lets go with gender jumbled for now."

George wiped his runny nose with the back of his hand and replied, "Just great. I am worried about my sanity and you want to play word games. I am either gay or I’m not. Fancy words won’t change that!"

She held him until he had calmed down. Once he was breathing evenly again, she stood and held her hands out to pull him to his feet. "Come to bed. I need you. I bet I can prove you aren’t gay."

Ellen pulled him to his feet, which set his boobs bouncing off each other like the Newton`s cradle steel balls perpetual motion desk top toy. He had to reach up to contain the damn things. He didn’t want to know; but had to ask. With a pout, he put his hands on his hips and questioned. "How was your date? Was it everything you hoped for?"

She realized what he was insinuating and knew she had to reassure him. "I'll tell you the whole truth." she said. "When you bolted out of the bar and left us alone, Todd offered to take me to his room. I didn't play coy. With my libido running wild, I was so hot my juices were running down my legs. Without even thinking, I said yes right away. What did you expect to happen?"

George with a quivering voice answer truthfully. "That is exactly what I saw coming. I just couldn’t sit by and watch that happen. That is why I bolted out of there."

She smiled. "Don’t get all self-righteous with me. For future reference, as long as you are pretending to be a woman, you will need to learn it's not nice to tease boys and then leave them unsatisfied."

George’s face showed his pain, "I saw you two embracing, kissing and petting. He had his hand in your blouse fondling your tits. I can only imagine what he was doing with his other hand under your skirt."

Ellen realized she may have gone too far and tried to justify her actions. "Not so fast missy, I watched you sit on Flip's lap. I saw you squirming there like a fish out of water. I bet it was like sitting on a bar of iron. You had his head in a death grip and were tongue wrestling with Flip. You had the poor guy so worked up he about came right there. You didn’t do him any favors; you were a real tease."

Ellen folded her arms across her chest, locking her hands at the elbows and staring into the eyes of her husband's made-up face. He returned her stare, locked in a staring contest he blinked first and said, "Ellen you missed the point. I am in no way attracted to Flip. I only did those things because of what you and Todd were doing."

Ellen found that a bit ironic, "We were just having a little fun. Sure, I was turned on by Todd and wanted to take him somewhere where he could fuck my brains out. But not in public, I am not that uninhibited nor am I an exhibitionist. I did those things because I was mad and jealous of you and Flip. My attraction to Todd was purely hormonal, there was no emotional connection at all. I don’t even like him, he is too much like the jerks I dated before you.

"You say you aren’t attracted to Flip. I have to question that statement because of the way you two carried on. Can you honestly tell me you weren’t sexually excited with all the kissing and foundling?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. I will admit the attention made me feel more feminine but it didn’t turn me on in any way."

"Well I can tell you; the same thing can’t be said for Philip. Heather made a big impression on Flip. When you left, Flip complained to Todd that you were nothing but a tease and enjoys getting guys all worked up. A girl who thinks it's fun to get them halfway to where they want to go, and then leave them hanging with their balls all sore."

George defended himself, "I was only following your lead, like you instructed me to."

Ellen smiled lopsidedly at her helpless husband. "Ducky then you deserve an academy award. It sure looked like you were enjoying yourself. You had the poor guy so worked up he had to go to his room and settle for hand pussy."

He smiled at that but had to ask, "What about you and Todd?"

"As I said, he invited me to spend the night in his room. An offer I jumped at gladly. After all I felt something for him. It was primal. Unfortunately, there was no emotional connection, it was purely physical."

George was disheartened. "Ellen, if that was meant to make me feel better it failed miserably."

Ellen wasn’t done and went on, "Let me finish. You may feel better when I am through. When I got to his room the only thing, I could think about was the expression on your face when you stormed out of the bar. This is hard for me to admit. Recently, I have been wrestling with my sexual orientation. I have always been drawn to men; but lately my attraction to you as Heather has me questioning my attraction to men.

You, as Heather, have me wondering if I wasn’t repressing my true lesbian tendencies. I knew you were hurting and I just couldn’t do that to you. Or to us. Like any normal person I enjoy an occasional fantasy, but tonight I couldn’t violate my marital vows in front of you. I returned to George, the person I love, with the realization that love is more than a physical attraction. Real intimacy comes from a spiritual place instead of the physical one. Don’t worry George, you are never going to lose me."

George, still invested in his pity party, said, "Stop calling me George. He is gone, there is only Heather now."

"Why would you say that?" she said dismissively.

"My God Ellen, I don’t understand it. I wasn’t truthful with you. What I was doing with Flip did things to me."

"Things like what?"

George had never felt so conflicted, "I got excited a little bit, down below and still am, if you know what I mean."

"Ducky, you’re only human, intimacy with anyone will cause an anatomic response, it’s just biology. I doubt if one night has tuned you gay. As for me, my body still needs a good fucking. If the plumbing is working down there, I don’t care who turned on the spigot. I’m just glad your little man has decided to come out of retirement. I want to take advantage of it."

She pulled George toward her and led him toward the bed. "I've made a girl out of you. Don't you think it’s time I made a man out of you again?

"Lie down on the bed, Dearie. On your back."

Laying on top of her husband she confided, "I did a lot of things tonight that I shouldn’t have. The drinking for one, the intimacy with Todd was certainly a mistake. I would like to blame all that on my mixed-up hormones. My libido is still on supercharge. I left a big fat prick waiting for me in Todd’s room. So, it is up to you to meet my needs. But I need your lovely mouth as a preliminary. The main event will come later."

George reached for her, she parried his arms and pushed him down on the bed and with a simple edict, "Let’s not rush to the grand finale, I would like an appetizer first." She climbed on top of him so that his head was buried between her legs. The last fleeting comment he heard before her legs clamped around his ears were, "Bon Appetit, my daring." He knew what she wanted and he eagerly went to work on his wife's most sensitive area.

He had her quickly squealing with joy. Her voice did a wonderful job of climbing the octaves as he worked his magic with his tongue.

Several minutes later, she was able to catch her breath. She addressed her husband, "Oh yes sweetie. You've always had a talented mouth. Yes, yes, yes let’s do that again!"

She moaned and twisted while pushing his head tight against her love nest. He found her prominent clit and worked it with my tongue, which quickly brought her to another violent orgasm.

"Oh, god!" she squealed and clamped her thighs about his head as her body was wracked with uncontrollable shudders.

When he thought he was about to suffocate, she slowly released his head from between her thighs and he gulped air into his lungs.

She reached back and found the prize she wanted! Her husband's magic stick had risen from the dead like Lazarus and was standing tall. Staring down at her lover she said, "I think I have died and gone to heaven, I have a mate with a beautiful set of tits with a tall hard clit. It’s all a lesbian could ever ask for."

"Now fuck me," she ordered him as she spread her legs wide allowing him access and he plunged his surprisingly rejuvenated manhood into her. Their headboard was knocking against the wall in the unmistakable ancient rhythm of intercourse. They proceeded to dance the lovers waltz. It didn't take long for him to approach orgasm with his pent-up libido. Ellen knew he was about to cum as his body tense and he started to lose his rhythm. She was ever so close and hoped he could hold out a little longer so they could come together. His first spasm was all it took for Ellen to pass over. It turned out to be perfect and they exploded together. It was the best mutual experience they had had in a long time.

Ellen purred, "Oh sweetie, that was so good. When this all started, I had no idea how much of a stud you would become in bed. I have really missed having you inside of me."

She then brought her mouth to his member and sucked on it for a while, trying to pump life back into it. He sighed with a moan. It took a while but eventually he was hard enough for penetration again. This time they made long slow love, the passion having been spent.

Ellen sat astride her husband his manhood still sealed in her pussy. Her last climax slowly fading away. Ellen’s hand absentmindedly manipulated a nipple on one of Heather’s silicon breast. Repeating over and over again, "Your supple silicon breasts are so sexy and life-like. I love them large like this."

He asked her "What’s going on, you know those aren’t real."

She had the good grace to look a little embarrassed. "I don't know really. I just find making love to you looking this way an incredible turn-on. I am beginning to see why men like girls with great big boobies."

She wiggled her tushy, feeling his member still in her, and added timidly, "I love having a little lesbian in me." She giggled when she realized the double entendre.

Their actions were on autopilot after that they went on making love until they were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other’s arms feeling a sexual euphoria like they had never felt before.