Chapter 2

My name used to be Sandy Clayborne. I was married for 19 years to my wife Karen and raised two children (twins), Tom and Jessica. They were now going to attend college and live away from home. For many years I felt that there was something wrong with me. That everything wasn’t right. I always had a hard time liking myself, and if you look in the family photo album, you will rarely see a photo of me, and if you do, you will notice I was never smiling, more like scowling at the camera.

These mental issues seemed to worsen for me as I got older. When I hit 40, I enlisted a psychiatrist’s help to determine why I felt the way I did. It was a secret I kept from my wife and family, and I couldn’t allow them to know what was going on in my life personally.

After a year of therapy with her, I insisted that she finally talk to me about her findings.

“OK, this isn’t usually the way we work, but I will humor you. First off, there is nothing wrong with you. You don’t have any psychosis of any kind, but you seem to be questioning your gender. The way you have answered the tests I gave you led me to believe that you may not be comfortable being a man. Quite simply, you may have the self-image that you are a woman in your mind, and your issues could stem from feelings of gender incongruency. The feelings of anguish and the negative opinion you have of yourself could all stem from this issue.”

“Wait, what? Are you sure? I don’t feel like I am a woman.”

“It’s not important what I think, and it’s how you feel about yourself that counts,” she told me, “As a psychiatrist, we usually lead our patients and let themselves discover who they are in life.”

“So who am I, Doctor? I honestly don’t know at this point.”

“Just think back on all the things you have told me over the last year.”

I sat back on the couch and wondered why she would say this to me. I remembered all the girlfriends I had when I was younger and never really played with the boys. I played with my sister’s barbie dolls too, and I loved dressing them up, but I had already realized I couldn’t tell anyone and did it secretly. I remembered being jealous watching my sister be so girly and wear all her frilly clothes, wondering how I would look wearing them, and trying them on when no one else was around. Not to mention I loved using her EZ-bake oven and making cakes with my mom, even wearing an apron, but I found I could get away doing this with Mom.

I remember my childhood was mostly happy, but things turned awful for me when I started changing into a man during puberty. I hated going to the gym since I didn’t want big ugly muscles. I hated that I started growing so much body hair, and my voice got so much lower. I hated how tall I became and how masculine I looked. I especially hated what was hanging between my legs. Jesus! It bothered me that I was becoming a man, now that I thought about it.

“Wow, do you think I want to be a woman? That would make me transgender.”

“Again, it’s not about what I think, Sandy. How do you feel about this?”

“I don’t know, but these thoughts have me questioning myself to the core.”

“I have an assignment for you, and I was hoping you could check out these links. I will email you. When I see you again, I would like to know your opinion on them.”

The doctor sent me an email with several links online and gave me a book to read. My mind was in a blur when I left her office. Transgender? Me? Was I a woman trapped in a man’s body as she suggested? Sure, I was never the most masculine guy out there; I was always thin, never muscular, and I didn’t play team sports since I didn’t have the body for it.
Being tall and thin, I liked to swim, and I enjoyed running since they fit my physique. I got home and looked into the mirror, and immediately scowled at my reflection. Why did I always do that?

No one was home, so I tried an experiment. I went over to my wife’s dresser. I went over to her closet, took a dress, and put it on myself. I pulled out a bra and put it on after a lot of fumbling with the catches. I stuffed it with pantyhose and filled it out. I took the rubber band out of my ponytail, for I had always worn my hair long, grabbed a brush, parted my hair in the middle, and let it run down over my shoulders.

I went over and looked into the mirror, and a girl looked at me. Then, I smiled back at her! Maybe the shrink was right? I enjoyed looking like a girl! I walked over to my wife’s vanity, put on some powder, used an eyebrow pencil on my brows, put some mascara on my eyelashes, and finished it with pink lipstick. I walked back to the mirror and enjoyed my reflection even more. My knees suddenly got weak, and I almost fell. My god, she was right! Part of me wants to look like this and loves looking like this.

How was I going to tell my wife this news? I had no idea. I thought it was best to put everything back and talk to the shrink to see my next step.

One thing was sure in my mind. A part of me enjoyed looking like a woman, and I had smiled at my reflection for maybe the first time in my life.

I called up my psychiatrist’s office. Dr. Knudsen picked up the phone, and I told her what had happened and I needed to discuss what I should do next. She said she could fit me in tomorrow morning, and I told her that I would be there.

I remembered all the web links she had emailed me. I decided I had better start reading up on this topic. I didn’t know how I would handle this, so the more information I had, the better decision I could make about this.

I sat down and started reading. I went through several websites and lengthy articles about Transgender care. One thing kept coming back to my mind. It looked like the only way I could get through this was to become a woman and live as one, and there seemed to be no better solution.

How could I tell my wife and kids that their father would become a woman for the rest of her life? But as I read, things got even more complicated. I was able to change the appearance of my body with hormones and testosterone blockers. I could grow natural breasts, and my fat distribution would change to give me bigger hips, butt, and a more feminine face. One website gave a whole list of things that could happen to me on hormones. There were also operations that I could have performed to feminize my face and get breast implants if hormones didn’t give me large enough breasts. And then there was the big one, Sexual or Gender Reassignment surgery. I would give up my penis to construct a female vagina. How far did I want to take this? Taking on a female identity was a long way from where I presently resided. What would I call myself? That took me all of two seconds as the name Sandra popped into my head. I closed my laptop and took a deep breath, and let it out. If I went through with this, it would completely change my life. I might lose my family over this too.

I didn’t want to say anything to my wife yet, since I didn’t know what to say. Maybe I will have a better idea after tomorrow.
The next day, I was in Dr. Knudsen’s office, and I told her about my experiment and how it made me feel. There is something in this transgender idea, but I have no idea what I should tell my wife. The thought scares me. What if she wants a divorce from me? What if my children no longer wish to have anything to do with me?

Gail suggested that my wife come into her office, and we attend a couple’s session to see how things go. You will have to tell her sooner or later, and I can’t predict how she will react, but we won’t know until you tell her, and maybe I can help soften the blow.

Well, we came in together for the couple’s session. I told Karen what I was going through, and we had concluded that I was transgender. I then explained the only way I could get through this was to become a woman.

Karen replied, “I am not a lesbian, and I married a man, not a woman.”

She sat there fuming at me for even suggesting that I would want to become a woman.

“If you go ahead with this insanity, our marriage is over, and I want no part of it.”

Gail tried to talk to her, but she just became angry, and she stood up and stomped out of the office.

I looked at Gail and said, “That went well. What should I do now?”

She looked at me and said, “This is the hardest decision you will ever make in your life. Ask yourself if you are happy with the way things are at present. You realize that you are depressed, and this condition will only worsen. You may start thinking that suicide is a way out of this dilemma. Unfortunately, your wife has forced you to choose between living as a woman or staying the way you are. It’s up to you now.”

Well, to make a long story short, I chose to live my life as a woman. Karen immediately divorced me, but when I told my kids what had happened, they stood with me, telling me they had transgender friends and I was one of the bravest people they knew for doing this. If Mom couldn’t handle this, she never really loved you in the first place.

Dr. Knudsen got me in touch with an endocrinologist, and I immediately started hormone replacement therapy. My wife had left, but my children supported me, so it was bitter-sweet.

We settled our divorce. Since Karen made as much money at her job as I did, we just split our assets. We set up an education fund for our kids as part of the divorce agreement. We sold our massive house in the suburbs. She took the furniture she wanted, and I took what I wanted and found a cute townhome downtown. I placed an offer on it and was able to move in quickly. It had three bedrooms, so I put the kids’ bedroom sets into the other two bedrooms and bought a new master bedroom set since my ex-wife took the master set from the house. Now my kids both had a place to stay when they visited. I used the furniture and TV from our family room and took the dining room set and kitchen table with me, as Karen didn’t want either of them.

Karen wrote off our kids as well, simply because they had supported me. She gave them the same type of decision to make, her or me, and all it did was drive a wedge between them.

I went to dinner with my children, and they told me what Karen had done. I kissed them both and said it didn’t have to end like this had she been more reasonable. I told them not to lose hope in her; maybe she would change her mind one day. I had not yet started wearing woman’s clothing yet, and I didn’t have any. I asked Jessica, my daughter, to go clothes shopping with me. I laughed with my son, Tom, and said, you don’t have to come. I doubt you would be interested in this. He just laughed and told us to have a good time shopping. I told both I had room for them at my new townhome if they ever wanted to visit and stay overnight.

That weekend Jessica accompanied me to the outlet mall, and we spent the day buying everything a woman could need in the way of new clothes. Oh, and the shoes! There were three outlets there selling shoes, and I went a little overboard, and I must have bought 30 pairs of every kind of shoe I needed and runners and new golf shoes. There was also a discount beauty store there, and we went in and picked out everything she thought I could need. Jessica told me, don’t worry, Dad, I will help you learn how to put all of this on, and you will be the best Mom a girl could want. I started to dress up when I was at home and began to feel more comfortable with my new self.

After a year on hormones, I finally got the courage to dress as a woman at work. My first stop was HR, where I informed them that I would be changing my name to Sandra and would now be presenting as a woman at work starting next week. On Monday, I socially presented as a woman and went into my office dressed as one. The people at work were quite accepting and respectful of me. If anyone made any jokes at my expense, I never witnessed them.

Well, almost three years had now passed. After starting hormones, I never really got large breasts. So, after two years on HRT, I traveled to Thailand for implants and facial feminization to soften my masculine looks, and I also had my prominent Adam’s apple shaved. Six months later, I decided to return and get the SRS operation performed, and I now felt that I was a complete woman. My ID displayed Sandra Clayborne and my new photo with an F for sex.

The strangest or maybe not so odd part was how my sexuality evolved. I never considered myself gay, and when I was a man, I preferred women. But somewhere along the way, my attitude towards men changed, and they started to look attractive to me. I still looked at women, but now there didn’t seem to be a sexual desire; I was more interested in how they dressed and looked. The first time I had sex with a man, I was very nervous, but since I already knew my way around their equipment, it was delightful for me. I don’t know if this was due to the female hormones, or maybe my feminine side helped me change.

It was three years since my divorce that I celebrated after my SRS and officially became a female with my children, and they were overjoyed to see how happy I had become. They both called me Mom, and I loved it.

Jessica asked me, “Mom have you thought about dating anyone yet?”

“Yes, but I wasn’t sure that I was ready to date until now. I have now transitioned entirely into a woman. Everyone at work calls me Sandra, and they have all accepted me there. I gave away all my old male clothing to charity, and I am a woman from here on out.”

Tom thought I should try going out as well. They both wished me luck at finding a boyfriend, though I wasn’t sure how things would work out for me.

I started dating, and several guys later, they were gone as soon as I told them I was transgender. Most of them couldn’t handle that I was once a man. Before telling them, I tried having sex first, and they would still blow me off. I thought to myself, why tell them at all? I sincerely doubted I would find anyone I wanted to marry, and I wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship anyways. I changed my dating strategy and went into stealth mode. As far as my dates were concerned, I was a woman. But if any of them asked me if I was trans, I would tell them the truth. I wasn’t going to lie about it.

So last Friday was the night I first met Robert. I had already been dating for almost a year by then, and when he first walked up beside me, and I kept looking up and up to see his face when he spoke to me, I felt this was a man I could be interested in dating.

Robert sat down beside me and nervously sipped his beer. He seemed lost in his thoughts, so I nudged him and asked, “A Penny for Your Thoughts?”

He gave me a warm smile and replied, “It’s that obvious?”

I just smiled back and said, “Let me guess, you are freshly single, and this is the first time you have been by yourself in a bar for a very long time.”

His mouth dropped, and he said, “Wow, you are intuitive. My wife of over 20 years divorced me three months ago, and I am still trying to pick up the pieces of my life.”

I smiled and said, “It’s a small world. My marriage ended over three years ago, and irreconcilable differences were the reason given. So here I am looking for someone, anyone really, to sit down beside me and help cheer me up.”
It was like a dam burst. Robert opened himself to me and told me all about his recent divorce. I smiled, thinking how my wife cut me loose when I told her I was transgender and wanted to become a woman. He didn’t have to know that part about me yet. I did tell him my name was Sandra and what I did for a living. Robert’s wife sounded like she found someone else who probably made more money than she did; I bet it was a doctor. So, she decided it was time to move Robert out of the picture. I don’t understand why some women don’t marry for love, they marry for security, and when they find a better deal, they move on. I didn’t go into many specifics from my divorce, as I didn’t want to shoot myself in the foot just yet.

Lucky me, I thought Robert was a great catch, though I am just looking for a boyfriend, nothing long-term, right?
Many guys would realize I was trans as soon as they saw how tall I was and how big my hands and feet were. I am sure that Robert had noticed that, but he didn’t seem to mind for now.

I was amazed at how many interests we shared. I was a guy for most of my life, and he was probably amazed right now that a woman would be interested in some of these things. I still liked cars, football, and golf. Becoming a woman won’t stop that, and why should it?

We talked politics for over an hour. We talked about all kinds of things and found we shared similar political views. Robert was an intelligent man, I could see that, but when he looked at me, all he saw was a woman, he didn’t even try to clock me, and I was grateful for that.

We ended up talking at a nearby café, and Robert just kept checking all my boxes. He seemed so compatible with me, and I couldn’t find anything wrong with this guy. That his ex-wife divorced made me seriously question her sanity. Robert reached into his jacket and pulled out a business card; he wrote his cell number on the back and asked me to call him as he would love to see me again. He told me that I was an amazing woman. That made me blush; Robert thought of me as an amazing woman. I accepted his card and told him I would probably give him a call. We left the café, and I called for an Uber to take me home. He waited with me on the sidewalk until the Uber arrived. We made small talk waiting. Robert told me he lived in a condo up the street, and he enjoyed my company and had a great time. I thought he would move in and kiss me, but he stopped himself. I smiled internally at that. We said our goodnights, and he closed the door after helping me get into the cab.

I told the driver my destination. She smiled at me in the mirror and said, was that your date? I said yes, he was. How did it go? I replied, it was great; if I wanted to get married again, he could be the one, but I would like to know him better.
The following day, I had made myself coffee and breakfast, and after I ate, I decided to give Robert a call. He answered on the first ring, and I said hi to him. I told him I enjoyed his company last night, and if he wasn’t busy today, there was a new art exhibit at the art museum, and I wondered if he wanted to go with me there. He thought it was a great idea. I told him of a nearby café to have lunch before visiting the museum. He told me he would meet me for lunch, and we ended the call.
I went over to the café a little early. It was a lovely day, and I sat outside on their patio. I saw Robert walking up the street and waved at him. He was soon seated beside me, and we continued our conversation from last night. We enjoyed lunch together and learned many things about each other’s likes and dislikes on a wide variety of topics. We finished lunch, and I told Robert we would split the bill. He objected and wanted to pay for lunch, but I insisted, so he gave in and let me pay my share of the bill. We left the café and walked over to the nearby museum.

It was an exhibit of Dutch old master’s Renaissance paintings, and we spent all afternoon looking at them and the other displays in the museum. I loved them as they were so realistically painted, with incredible detail and craftsmanship.
Robert wanted to continue our date and asked me if I had a favorite restaurant. Trattoria Il Forno immediately popped into my head, and I felt it was the best Italian restaurant in the city. I had been there many times and was sure Robert would enjoy it too. He looked the place up and made reservations for two over his phone. We walked down the street to where Robert’s car parked. It was a late model BMW M3 coupe with optional wheels and low-profile tires. I said that’s a nice M3, and it impressed him too. I guess Robert never met many women who were into cars. Wait until he saw my little Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet.

Robert helped me into his car, and when he started it up, the radio was on the same station to which I usually listened. I told him not to turn off the radio when he reached for it, so he just turned down the volume so we could talk. I told him that I liked that song; it was one of my favorites. We had another chat about music, and we found it no surprise that we had the same taste in music.

We arrived at the restaurant, and we were seated almost immediately. He had the Veal Osso Buco, and I had a Penne Arrabiata. We shared a bottle of Italian red and started with Caesar salads. That we enjoyed each other’s company was an understatement. I was being mesmerized by this man. He had so much depth to his character and intelligence. I kept stealing glances at him, and when he caught me, I would blush. We chatted for so long that we closed the place. I looked around and noticed all the staff was watching us, and we were the only two patrons left. Robert thought it was time for us to go, and I saw him walk over to the head waiter and hand him some cash for their inconvenience. The waiter smiled and told us we were welcome back any time. I was impressed by his gesture.

Robert helped put on my jacket, and we left the restaurant. We walked over to his car, and he told me, “I don’t know what it is about you, Sandra; I have never been more attracted to a person than I am to you.”

“I don’t understand it either, Robert, but I feel the same way about you. It’s like I have been waiting my whole life to meet someone like you, and here you are.”

He opened the door, helped me inside the car, and then got on the driver’s side. I was leaning towards Robert a little as I found the seatbelt; he took the opportunity and kissed me. The feeling was electric; we both moved back in amazement.

“Wow, did you feel that too?”

“There was something there when we kissed each other, so we must study this further.” Robert smiled and said, “I think we will have to try again to be sure,” so we kissed again, this time much longer. We then made out like a couple of high school kids, and it was a lot of fun.

I was breathing heavily and said, “We had better stop before I am unable to contain myself.”

Robert laughed and said, “OK. Where to, Sandra?”

I gave him directions back to my place. After he parked the car, he walked me over to the front door of my townhouse. I smiled and asked Robert if he wanted to come in and have a coffee with me, and he readily agreed and followed me inside.
I turned on the lights, and he followed me into the kitchen. I set up the coffee maker and placed a few cookies out on a plate. We sat down beside each other at the table and just looked at each other, waiting for the coffee.

I smiled at him and said, “You are a great guy, Robert. If I didn’t know any better, I would say we are two people falling in love.”

Robert held my hand and replied, “I felt the same attraction towards you. The last time I felt this way about someone, I ended up marrying her. I want to continue this relationship we have and see where it ends up.”

I just blushed and gave him a big smile. I leaned over and kissed him again.

The coffee maker made its usual noises and puffed a couple of times, telling me the coffee was ready. I got up, poured the coffee into a couple of mugs, and set them on the table.

“Do you like cream only in your coffee?”

He said, “Yes, please.”

I brought a little creamer out of the fridge. I also set the plate of cookies on the table and sat back down, and we both sipped the coffee silently before I looked at Robert and spoke again.

“I don’t want you to think I am rushing things, but I wondered if you would like to stay the night with me?”

I could tell that he was excited, and I tried to remain calm; he smiled and said that would be great.

I leaned in and gave him another kiss. We continued to drink our coffee and had a couple of cookies. I asked him, “Let me give you a tour of my place.”

My home was a three-story townhome on a city lot. The first floor had the kitchen in front; we shared the coffee on a high café table that looked out on the street. Behind the kitchen, I showed him my dining room with the living room beyond. I had a fireplace in the corner, and there was a sliding glass patio door that went out to my deck.

“Downstairs is a family room with another fireplace, a small bathroom and laundry room, and a small office under the kitchen. There is a door at the back leading out to parking space under the deck.”

He followed me upstairs, and I told him this level had carpeted floors, a master bedroom, and an ensuite bathroom. I showed him my little sitting area and a balcony railing that overlooked an open space above the living room.

I didn’t take him up to the third floor but told him it had a pair of bedrooms and a bathroom that I wasn’t presently using. We walked towards the double doors leading into my bedroom and showed him my classic dark cherry French provincial bedroom set. I walked through my closet to the bathroom and showed it to him.

I found a robe that would fit him and handed it to him as we walked out of the bathroom. Excuse me, I must freshen up, and you can get changed in the bedroom. I placed some lube into my vagina, changed into my black teddy, and entered the bedroom. I walked over to the bed and pulled the covers down. I then walked over to Robert and put my arms around him as he got up to meet me. He also put his arms around me, and we just started to French kiss each other. I was so glad he didn’t smoke.

While we were kissing, I slowly led him over to the bed, and we both laid down beside each other. We continued to kiss for a long time, not being able to stop. Eventually, I opened his robe, and his erect manhood sprang out. I smiled, as it was impressive. I couldn’t help myself, but I took hold of it and began to give him a blowjob. I swallowed it down my throat, all the way to his balls. His cock had a wonderful musky smell that excited me even more. In no time, I was pumping him up and down with my lips, and I could feel him starting to tense up. He warned me that he was close to coming, but I kept going. He ejaculated his load down my throat, and I swallowed every drop. As he became soft, I continued to slowly suck on his shaft until I let him fall from my mouth.

“That was great, Robert; you must be at least seven inches.”

He smiled and said, “Eight.”

Then it was Robert’s turn. He moved down on my sex, slowly working his tongue around my folds, exploring as he went. As he worked his tongue down below, he also managed to bring his fingers on my boobs and slowly tweaked my nipples. The feeling in my breasts was electric and made me moan louder and louder as he continued to use his tongue to probe me deeper. His tongue worked over my clitoris and sent me over. The orgasm wave crashed over me, and I began to convulse. He didn’t stop and continued with his incredible-feeling tongue going deeper into my vagina, and the orgasm wave was building. I began to shake again and orgasmed a second time.

I needed a bit of relief at that point and placed my hand on his head and said, “Please kiss me.”

Robert worked his way up my body, and we started passionately kissing once more. Robert had stamina; as he kissed me, I could feel his manhood become stiff again, and he entered my vagina as we kissed, slowly probing deeper into me. Robert began to pump me a little faster, and I kissed him with even more passion. He was a master with my nipples, and I tried to scream while we were kissing. I convulsed again as the wave crashed over me. Robert responded by pumping even harder, and I felt him begin to tense up, and he came inside me, just as another orgasm wave crashed upon me for the fourth time.

He slowly pulled out and smiled, “How was that?”

I was breathing heavily, grabbed him around the neck with my arms, and kissed him further, as passionately as I could.

I was lying there in my orgasm afterglow. Robert had put me into shock and awe. I turned my head to look at him. “Where on earth did you learn to do that to a woman? I have never had any man do that to me.”

“Well, my wife wasn’t a big fan of my dick, and she rarely let me have sex with her that way. I eventually learned how to please her in other ways with my tongue and hands. What you did with Mr. Happy was terrific as well; she would have never done that for me.”

I laughed and said, “It wasn’t hard to sexually please a man; you only had to be willing to do so.”

We both slowly fell asleep as we embraced each other.

Chapter 3

Robert

I woke up around eight on Sunday morning and looked across at Sandra, still asleep. I got up to head to the bathroom, and when I returned, she was awake and looking at me with a smile on her face. She looked so peaceful, and I still couldn’t believe what a great night I had just had with her.

“Thanks for the lovely evening last night, Robert. I enjoyed myself, and if you would like to stick around, I can make you something for breakfast.”

I crawled on the bed over to her and gave her a good morning kiss.

“Please take a shower while I start breakfast, and there are spare toothbrushes in the vanity drawer if you want to brush your teeth.”

I smiled and said. “Sounds good to me.”

We both got up and embraced, and I went back to the bathroom.

When I got out and changed, I could smell bacon and eggs from the kitchen, so I wandered downstairs. Sandra was wearing a beautiful silk robe, and I immediately kissed her again. We chatted while she was making breakfast.

“Please help yourself to a coffee, and cream was on the table.”

“Did you want to do anything together today?”

She thought about it and said, “How would you like walking along the trails in the nearby state park? The leaves on the trees are changing color, and this looks like a great sunny day to go and see the fall colors. I can make us a few sandwiches so we can take lunch.”

“I will have to stop by my place to change into some outdoor wear.”

“That sounds like we have a plan; I can drop by your place if you give me the address once I have a lunch made for us.”

I agreed it was a great idea, so I wrote down my address, and she said she would come by to pick me up. I left Sandra’s place, returned home, and changed my hiking attire. My phone rang about an hour later, and Sandra said she was waiting out front and asked me to come down.

I walked out of my building, and Sandra was sitting in a little red Porsche 911 cabriolet. I gave her a big smile, got in beside her, and kissed her.

“This car is a nice ride, Sandra!”

She smiled and replied, “It’s my little toy since I love to go out for a drive on a sunny day with the top down.”

I won’t say that Sandra drove like a maniac, but she did like to accelerate hard and corner quickly. I smiled and called her a show-off, and we both laughed. She stayed off the Interstate, and we drove along the two-lane backroads until we entered the park. She found a parking spot and raised the top. We got out of the car, and she opened the frunk and removed a small backpack.

“I can carry that, Sandra.”

She smiled and handed it to me. The park had some very scenic views from its trails. Several reservoirs were there, and our trails were in the hills above them. The fall colors looked great, and there were many yellows, oranges, and reds.
We walked and chatted along the way. We found out that we both had kids, and they were around the same age and in college. We both had similar careers in computers, though I worked independently, and she worked for a large company. Both of us had been surprised by our divorces. I had just divorced a few months ago, and Sandra was divorced from her spouse for almost four years.

“Sandra, how is your ex doing?”

“I don’t know. We haven’t been in contact for a few years now. I called my ex’s parents, and they told me that they rarely contact them either, as their parents were not in favor of the divorce and had told them so.”

“My ex-wife changed her number, doesn’t talk to our kids, and seemed to have divorced herself from the entire family, though I wasn’t sure what we had done to deserve that treatment from her.”

“Well, there is one thing good that came out of my divorce,” she told me.

“What is that?”

“I met a great guy,” and she kissed me.

“And I feel I met a great girl. Sandra, I’m thankful we met,” I said and kissed her again. We stopped at a bench with a beautiful view, and I said, “How about lunch?”

She agreed, and we sat down and ate the sandwiches she made for us. She gave me a bottle of water and an apple as well. We admired the beautiful view overlooking the valley and the spectacular fall colors on the hillsides. We continued to walk the trails until around three and then started to walk back to the car. We made it back to the car around five, Sandra folded the top down, and we were on our way. As we were driving back to the city, she told me of a great little restaurant on the way home, and we decided to stop there for dinner.

It was in a small town. We parked the car and could get in for dinner without a reservation. The food was delightful, and we shared a bottle of wine with our meal. It was so enjoyable to talk to Sandra. I think I said this before, but she seemed knowledgeable about everything and always had an excellent opinion. I enjoyed this aspect of her, as she was funny, intelligent, and beautiful. She was everything I wanted in a woman. After dinner, we jumped into her little Porsche, and she drove me back to my place.

She said, “I enjoyed our day together, Robert, but there are some things I have to do for work tonight, so please call me next week, and we can make plans.”

I was in the same situation when I had thought about it, and I kissed Sandra goodnight and went up to my place.

Sandra

As I drove home, I kept thinking about Robert. "He was the first man I met who seemed genuinely interested in me. My next big problem was how to tell him about the transgender elephant in the room. How would this affect our relationship? Would it kill it like all my previous relationships? I didn’t know the answer to this question. When I got home, I looked it up on the web and found some interesting answers. I found the best one was to probe him a little and talk about transgender people, in general, to see how he felt about the idea. Find a quiet place to tell him about yourself and be honest if he seems receptive. I thought about it, and I knew I had to tell him the truth soon, or I would never be able to do so. What made things worse was Robert had said to me that he admired how honest and straightforward I was with him, and here I was lying about who I am."

I finished the project for work and decided to sleep on the matter, but I still gave myself a deadline to tell him the truth by the month’s end.

Telling Robert, I was trans could go either way. We could stay together, or he would be disgusted and leave me. The problem was I had no way of knowing, but given my track record, my relationship would soon be over. I was hoping it wouldn’t be the case this time, but I was zero for ten with boyfriends, as I had lost them all when I told them I was transgender. Their male egos made them leave, and I didn’t know if Robert was the same way.

Wednesday night came around, and Robert asked me if I wanted to go out with him for dinner. I agreed, and we met up at a local Italian chain that we both liked. I was there first, and Robert soon joined me. We had a great meal, and we were waiting for dessert. We were quickly served and were enjoying it. I looked at Robert and figured that now was as good a time as any.

“Robert, there is one thing I have to tell you about myself.”

He stopped eating, took a sip of his coffee, and said to me, “And what is that?”

“There is no easy way for me to say this, but I am a transgender woman and have been one since my divorce from my wife almost four years ago.”

He stopped and just stared at me, “But you are a woman?”

“Yes, I feel like a woman, but I am transgender and have had surgery to remove my boy bits.”

He sat back and looked at me. “Wow! I would have never have guessed it either. I just figured you were a tall woman.”

I thought, “He was still here and hasn’t run away. This relationship hasn’t gone down in flames yet, and things are hopeful.”

Robert continued, “I don’t know what to say after that, Sandra. To be honest with you, this news is quite a surprise, and now I can see why you asked me earlier about my opinion of transgender people. You are the first transgender woman I have met, and I am very fond of you.”

“I guess the question is, can my male ego get through this? To me, you are a woman, though I will have to work through my emotions now. You don’t fit the definition of a transgender person, you don’t look masculine, and you don’t have any boy bits.”

He looked at his dessert and took a couple more bites.

“I still think you are the perfect woman for me, despite this transgender thing. I am glad you told me before we got too far in our relationship. God, this is so weird for me. I like you, and this has thrown me for a loop.”

“As our relationship goes, could you let me think about this until the weekend? We can go out on Friday night. I need to stop and figure all this out, and I enjoy your company; it just feels so weird right now. I am sorry, but I have to go before saying anything stupid, but I will call you on Friday.” He pulled some bills out of his wallet and left them on the table, and then got up and left me in the restaurant.

“That went well,” I thought to myself, “Maybe I should take odds if Robert calls me or not on Friday.” I have been in this situation so many times before I didn’t even start crying, and I just got up and left as well.

I got home, and then the waterworks opened, and I started to cry. Maybe I should give up on men. It seemed that they couldn’t get over that I was once a man, even though I now looked like a woman in every detail. Sometimes life sucked. I just sobbed silently and turned on the TV.

Robert

“Jesus, what do I do now?” I thought to myself while driving home.
I drove home in a fog and didn’t know what to think since I had so many conflicting emotions. "Sandra told me she was once a man, and we had sex together, so does that make me gay?" I just figured I should sleep on this, and not knowing what else to do, and I just fell asleep.

When I woke up the following day, I realized that I needed more information. I called up my psychologist and asked if I could come in to talk about a relationship that was giving me conflicting emotions. She asked why and I told her my date told me she was a transgender woman, and she responded that she could see me at 3 pm.

We talked for an hour. I told the doctor everything I knew about Sandra. The doctor asked me how I felt about this woman before I knew she was transgender. I told her I thought she was great, and we were perfect for each other.

“So why do you feel that she is different now?”

“Well, she misrepresented herself, and she isn’t a real woman.”

“Well, she had you fooled, and you have seen her naked too.”

“I blushed and said yes, that’s true.”

“So why are you so upset now? She was honest with you; she didn’t have to say anything, as there is no law saying a transgender person must tell anyone. Why does this upset you?”

“I’m not gay, doctor.”

“Okay, but does she look or act like a man?”

“No.”

“So why are you worried? It sounds like she is a woman in all the ways that count, and you are afraid because she has a Y chromosome since it’s not apparent otherwise.”

“Maybe my friends will think I am gay.”

“Again, is there any need to say anything to them?”

“How about my kids?”

“Call them and talk to them. I don’t see a downside to this, Robert, and you are the only person who has a problem with this issue.”

“The only thing a transgender woman can’t give you is children. And you both already have kids. Is this a problem?”

“No.”

“So, think to yourself, this is a woman you like, and even though she was once a man, she seems to no longer resemble one or act like one. You told me she transitioned almost four years ago. She sounds like a woman to me, and you have to adjust your attitude towards her if you wish to continue your relationship.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Well, our session is over. All I can say is Sandra sounds like a fine woman, and you are lucky to be in a relationship with her. But you must realize that on your own, and I can’t do that for you.”

I left the psychologist’s office, and I was more confused than when I started the session. "It was up to me, she told me, and I had to come to terms with this." I called up my kids and arranged to have dinner with them at a nearby restaurant. I told them I needed to talk with both of them, and we agreed to meet up. I met my kids in the restaurant, and we ordered some drinks. I asked them,

“What do you know about transgender people?”

They both looked at me with a bit of surprise and said, “Trans people realize that they are the wrong physical gender to whom they identify in their mind, and it seems there isn’t a lot Transgender people can do other than become the gender they desire by changing their bodies.”

“Do you know anyone like that?”

They both told me they had met transgender students, both male, and female, in college, and it seems to be much more open now than it used to be.

“Well, kids, I am asking all of this because I recently met a woman that I enjoyed being with, and last week she told me she is transgender and transitioned into a woman almost four years ago.”

They both looked at me and said, “Wow! So do you want to marry her?”

I replied, “I wasn’t sure what I should do, including breaking up with her.”

“Dad, don’t be so uptight about this. It’s no longer a big deal unless you treat it like that.”

“I know, but it’s hard wrapping my head around this. I don’t know what I should do, part of me wants to fall madly in love with her, and another wants to run away from her.”

“Physically other than being on the tall side, she looks like a woman in every way; I mean, I have seen her naked, and -”

“TMI, Dad, we get it; she looks like a woman, not like a man. So, what’s the downside to all of this?”

“It just bothers me, and I don’t know why. I do love this woman, but I am unsure I can move past this transgender thing.”

“Well, Dad, all we can say is suck it up and get brave, and don’t believe that loving this woman affects your manhood in any way.”

“Yeah, I guess you are right about this; your old man is just being foolish again. Has either of you heard from your mother?”

They both shook their heads.

I wondered what was up with my ex-wife; it seemed she wanted to stay away from all of us. I have no way of contacting her. She never gave me a forwarding address or a phone number, and I thought we had a better relationship than that.

“Well, if she ever decides to call either of you, please let me know.”

I hugged my kids and said goodbye to them, and drove back to my condo. I had a lot to think about, but it only came down to one thing. "Could I date a transgender woman and not get so hung up about it?"

Sandra

Friday night rolled around, and I still hadn’t heard from Robert. I was hoping he would call, but it didn’t seem likely with my track record. I figured he had bolted like all the rest of the men I had met. It appeared their fragile male egos couldn’t withstand dating a trans woman. I felt, hey, it’s their loss. I have done everything to become the best woman I could be, and if it wasn’t enough for them, then so be it. Maybe I was destined to stay single. I hoped this wasn’t the case, but if the last four years had taught me anything, it was not to expect anything different from men.

At 7 pm, I still hadn’t heard from Robert, so I ordered a pizza and ate at home. I debated whether I should call him, and a text message appeared on my phone, and it was from Robert. I opened it up, and he apologized to me and asked me to give him another week, as he was still having conflicting issues that he was trying to resolve.

This text was a first for me. Robert was the first man who ever responded to me after telling them I was transgender. It wasn’t the message I was hoping for, but at least he was still working through his issues

Saturday came, and I cleaned my place, did the laundry, and then went for a drive on Saturday afternoon since it was a beautiful day for a ride with the top down. I stopped for a sandwich on the way home and thought, "At least I like my own company."
On Sunday, I finished up a project for work and watched a movie on cable. I wasn’t going to worry about Robert. I told him how I felt about him, and it was all up to him now whether he could accept me for who I am. Robert was the closest guy I ever had, which could have turned into a long-term relationship, and I figured maybe the next guy would accept me if he wasn’t the one.

Robert

The week went by quickly for me, and I was still constantly thinking about Sandra and what I should do about her. On Thursday evening, I went out for a couple of beers with an old colleague I first met on my first job out of college. We had kept in touch over the years, and I wanted to ask him what he thought regarding trans people.

Nick and I were knocking back a couple of beers, and I steered the conversation around to trans people, trying to gauge his feelings on the subject.

He looked at me and laughed. “Yes, I have known a few trannies over the years, though I suppose I shouldn’t call them that anymore. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I am in a quandary. I met a fantastic woman that checked all my boxes; I mean all of them. But then it turned out she is transgender, and it’s messed me up. I don’t know what I should do.”

Nick smiled and asked me, “Is she attractive?”

“Yes, she’s around six feet tall, has long honey blonde hair, bright green eyes, a slim build, and has very nice lips. She’s not huge in the breast department, but they look good on her.”

“Is she hot in bed?”
“Yes, very much.”

“Is she smart or a bimbo?”

“Smart. Probably smarter than me.”

“Does she have a job?”

“Yes, she probably makes more money than I do.”

“How is her personality? Is she high on the crazy scale?”

“No, she is rational and is very pleasant to be around.”

Nick intently stared hard at me. Then he reached over and smacked me on the side of my head.

“Ow! Why did you hit me?”

“Jesus! What the hell is the matter with you? Rob, you have found the perfect woman, and you don’t want to date her? Women like that are unicorns! So, she had a minor birth defect? Why are you letting that get in your way? I thought you were smarter than that.”

I rubbed my head. “Yes, I guess you have a point, and I have been looking at this the wrong way.”

Nick laughed and said, “Well, duh! Go after this girl; you will never find another woman like her. And if you are stupid enough not to go after her, give me her number. I know a hundred guys who would love to meet her.”

And with that, he ordered us another round.

I made it home late that night and crawled into bed

Sandra

It was getting towards the end of the week, and I still hadn’t heard from Robert. I was hoping he would call, I wasn’t holding my breath, but I was still hoping for the best. One more day and I might know for sure.

Well, Friday afternoon came, and I was finishing up at work, ready to go home for the weekend. My phone rang, and I looked at the display, and it was Robert.

“Hello?”

“Sandra, this is Robert. Are you able to talk now?”

“Yes, Robert, I am in my office, and the door is closed.”

“I first wanted to apologize for stringing you out for so long. It wasn’t fair for you.”

“Okay.”

“Look, we had a great time together, and I let this male ego thing get in the way of our relationship. I literally had to be smacked on the side of my head to realize this, but Sandra, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this so soon, but I like you a lot, and I won’t let a minor birth defect get in our way.”

I thought to myself, “Now that’s an interesting way to explain it; I will have to remember that one.”

“The point is, even though we have only known each other for a short while, I think I am falling in love with you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

I didn’t know what to say. “I never had a man call me back after telling them I was transgender.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sandra, I am sure. I wouldn’t be telling you if I wasn’t sure. I made reservations at The Florentine for 7 pm, and I will see you there, so please wear something nice. Goodbye, and I will see you tonight.”

Then Robert ended the call.

“The Florentine was the most expensive restaurant in town. I wonder how he even got reservations for the only Michelin 2 starred restaurant in the state?”

“Wow!" I was wearing a smile from ear to ear. "He just said he’s falling in love with me!”

Chapter 4

Sandra

I went to the salon after work, and they styled my hair. I got home and took a shower wearing a shower cap, and then I went all out. I found my most stunning black evening gown and did my makeup up to the nines, and I was ready to go. I got in my car and drove over to the Florentine restaurant. Robert asked me to meet him at 7 pm, and I decided to wait a few minutes, so at 7:10 I entered the restaurant. Robert was waiting for me and smiled when he saw me. He walked over and kissed me. Robert looked so handsome in his 3-piece dark blue suit.

When the Maître d' led us to our table, I saw many other diners watching us as we walked by. We were seated by the Maître d', handing us our menus. I noticed the menu had no prices for the entrées.

Robert smiled and said, “I guess you don’t need to know the price. You only need to be able to afford it. So how are you tonight, Sandra? You are looking stunning, by the way.”

“I feel great, Robert. Until you called, I wasn’t sure if you ever wanted to see me again, but here I am.”

He ordered a bottle of wine for us and a plate of antipasto. We sat sipping the wine and enjoyed the delicious appetizers.

“I first want to apologize to you, Sandra, and I didn’t mean to put you through the wringer like that. I was in a place I had never expected to be, and I was able to make it through to the other side. My oldest friend told me I was an idiot if I didn’t continue seeing you, and I realized he was right. Everyone I spoke to told me that I would be a fool not to continue dating you. I am fortunate to have such open-minded friends.”

I thought, “I would enjoy meeting his friends and thanking them.”

Robert continued, “You are the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. You are nothing like my ex-wife, thank God, and I love being around you. When I look at you, all I see is 100% woman. I don’t care who you used to be, and I only care who you have become.”

I was relieved when I heard Robert say this. I knew he had gone through a ton of soul searching to get to where he was now.

“I’m delighted you want to continue seeing me. I have dated many men since I came out as trans, and you are the first to make it past my being transgender. You are indeed an exceptional man to me, and I love you too.”

We ordered our meals, and I don’t even remember what I ordered. I was just ecstatic that Robert was dating me, and my head was in the clouds. We chatted the rest of the evening, but we made sure not to close the place. Robert asked me if I wanted to see his condo.

“It’s nowhere near as fancy as your place, but it’s home to me now.”
I was intrigued, and I decided to follow Robert home.

I parked beside Robert in his underground parking, and we both went up to his suite.

“It’s not much, I had to get a place on short notice, so I leased this one.”
He opened the door to his place, and it was lovely. We walked out on his balcony, and it had a great view of the downtown. His home had an open concept floorplan with the kitchen, dining room, and living room in one large area. He held my hand, then drew me closer in an embrace and gave me a passionate long French kiss. I was trembling, and my passion was building.

“It’s getting a little chilly out here. How about we go back inside, and I can turn on my gas fireplace to warm you up.”

We walked back inside, and Robert flipped a switch, and whoosh, the fireplace started up.

“Let me get us some wine; please have a seat on the sofa.”

I sat down, and Robert brought out a bottle of red, and a couple of glasses, as well as a cheese plate and some crackers, in case we got hungry. I placed cheese slices on a couple of the saltines, fed one to him, and nibbled on the other. I took a sip of the wine, and it was a very smooth Bordeaux.

We embraced for a while, and he whispered to me that he missed me so much and was happy we were together again, and we kissed some more. He smiled at me and leaned in for another kiss.

I could feel Robert getting harder, so I opened his trousers and pulled his rigid member out. I got down on my knees and proceeded to suck on the head of his shaft and tasted his precum; with the wine, it tasted great. I continued to suck his cock and swallowed his shaft balls deep while fingering and licking his balls too.

After a few minutes of this, he couldn’t stand it any longer and told me he couldn’t hold back. I swallowed his shaft down my throat, and he proceeded to fill me with his cum. I enjoyed every drop and sucked on him until he became soft.

Robert then told me it was my turn. He stood in front of me and helped me remove my skirt, and pulled down my panties. He told me to lay on my back on the sofa. Rob got on his knees and then went down on me. Robert had a great tongue, and he soon made me orgasm. I removed my bra and let my girls out. Rob moved up and started to kiss and suck on my nipples. He nibbled on my nipples with his teeth, and my reaction was incredible. It felt like shots of electricity were exploding from my nipples down to my pussy.

Then he dropped down on me again, and he began using his fingers to massage my nipples as he explored my pussy with his tongue and lips. The tsunami was building in me, and it finally crashed, resulting in an extended orgasm. The feeling was so intense I almost blacked out; it was so powerful.

Robert then stood up and took off his shirt and pants and laid on me, and we kissed and embraced each other. He slowly entered me with his cock, and I was glad I had lubricated my vagina before leaving my house. He smoothly slid into me, and I felt his cock become harder as he began to pump in and out of my pussy, all the while kissing me and playing with my nipples. I was going crazy and started to rub my clit, and it felt so good. I didn’t want it to stop, and I was moaning louder and louder as he was pumping me hard, slamming his cock in and out of me, in a very hard fuck. I just kept saying harder and moaned louder.

Another tsunami hit me, and I began to scream, and Robert covered my mouth with his lips to keep me quiet as I continued to scream in ecstasy. Robert exploded inside me, and I felt his cum fill me up, then he collapsed on me, and we were both breathing heavily, trying to recover. He kissed me again, and we embraced while lying together.

Robert smiled at me and kissed me again. “You are lovely, you know. I am so glad we met, and I realized how much I love you. I don’t ever want to leave you.”
I kissed him back and smiled. “I have fallen for you as well, and no one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel.”

We both smiled at each other and kissed again. Robert asked me if I wanted to take a shower with him. I was all hot and sweaty after our erotic workout and followed him to the bathroom. I stripped off my stockings and garter and followed him into the shower. It was easily large enough for two, and we took turns soaping each other up and washing off. I was soaping up his tool, and it began to get hard in my hands.

Robert pushed me against the wall and entered me again. He fucked me hard this time and held my wrists against the wall as he pumped his entire length in and out of my pussy. He nibbled on my tits, and I orgasmed again as he came in me a third time. We then stood under the shower and rinsed off while kissing and embracing each other. I rinsed him off again, and I rinsed out my vagina with a handheld showerhead. We kissed a little more and then got out of the shower and toweled dry. I wrapped a towel around my hair. He handed me a beautiful silk robe.

Wow! Where did you get this? He smiled and told me he bought it for me to have something to wear after we showered. I kissed him again and told him how thoughtful he was. I looked in the mirror, and the robe was beautiful. We kissed again and then went back out to the living room and sat cuddling in front of the fire, chatting as we finished the wine, cheese, and crackers.

“It’s Friday, so I am hoping you were planning on staying overnight.”

I kissed him and told him that the thought had occurred to me. Robert turned off the fire, and I followed him back to his bedroom, and we snuggled up beside each other and chatted until we both fell asleep.

We woke up in the late morning; Robert got up first and started the coffee in the kitchen. I went to the bathroom, and I could smell the coffee when I came out.
Robert was busy making some bacon and eggs for us, and he did a reasonable job while I buttered some toast. We sat beside each other in front of his breakfast bar on a pair of stools. We ate breakfast and enjoyed our coffees.

“So, Sandra, what would you like to do today?”

“I haven’t given it much thought yet.”

“Do you like golfing?” Robert asked.

“I have golfed in the past, but not too much lately. It sounds like an excellent way to have a lovely afternoon outside.”

Robert added, “I have a membership to a golf club if you would like to go for a round of golf today.”

“I would have to go home to change into my golf clothes. I can take a shower here and then head for my place. How about you swing by and pick me up in an hour?”

“That sounds like a plan,” said Robert.

After breakfast, we showered together, and I changed back into my dress. We kissed goodbye, and I left for my place.

I got home, changed into a cute golfing outfit with a white top and a pink mini skirt, and brought my set of clubs up to the front.

Robert soon knocked on the door, and he picked up my golf bag, and I followed him outside. He placed them in the trunk, and we got in his car, and we were off to his golf club.

“You look great, Sandra; I love your outfit. And your golf set, a white bag with pink trim, it suits you completely.”

I smiled and kissed him, and we were off to his country club.

We checked into the club, and we soon had a tee time along with a golf car. Robert teed off first since I was playing from the lady’s tees. He hit a long drive with a slight fade down the first fairway, and I complimented Robert on his shot. We got in the cart, and Robert drove me over to the lady’s tee. I set up, teed up my ball, and hit my drive about the same spot as he landed.

“That was an excellent shot, Sandra!”

I blushed and said thanks. I always used to play golf when I was still a man, but after I transitioned, I almost gave it up. I was unable to hit a ball straight. My balance was off, and my boobs were now in the way of my swing. I had to start over, and I took lessons on playing golf like a girl. The golf pro adjusted my swing to compensate for my new figure, and I started to hit the ball squarely again. I lost around 100 yards on my drive, but I was now a lot weaker than I was as a man, and I was happy to use the lady’s tee.

We got up to where our balls had landed, and I was first up. Robert told me it was around 150 yards to the green from here, and I got out a six iron. I lined up and hit my ball; it flew beautifully, dropped, bounced in front of the green, and rolled up on the apron. Robert told me I had a great approach.

He walked forward to his ball, and I think he used an eight iron. He swung, but the wind caught his ball and pulled it a bit to the right, and it landed in a sand trap beside the green. He winced, and I just laughed and told him he could now show me how good his short game was out of a sand trap.

We drove up to the green, and I got out my putter, and Robert took out his sand wedge and his putter. I looked at the pin, and I had a long 30-foot putt from the front of the green. Robert was pin high, and he walked around behind the trap and took another look. He got down into the sand trap and took a half swing, and in a big cloud of sand, his ball came out and landed on the green, rolling to about 6 feet from the pin. “Nice shot,” I told him. He gave me a big smile as he was happy about it too.

I walked over to my ball, and I marked it, picked it up, and cleaned it off before replacing it on the green. I was still using my trusty old Ping putter, which I had used for years. It was the only club left from my old set, as I had replaced the rest with a woman’s set, which had worked better with my new golf swing.

I lined up my putt and practiced my swing a couple of times and then sent it up the green towards the hole. Luck was on my side, as I had hit it a bit too hard, and it dropped into the hole, much to my amazement! Robert clapped when it went in, and he told me it looked like he had his work cut out for him.

He lined up his putt and tapped it towards the hole. There was a ball mark which we hadn’t noticed, and it caught his ball and sent it to just beside the hole. He tapped it in, smiled at me, and told me I had a birdie on that hole, and he had a bogie.

The second hole was a par three short hole, and I was up first. The lady’s tee was ten yards after the men’s tee. I walked up and took my nine-iron and hit the ball beautifully, and it dropped pin high on the green. Robert complimented me on my shot, and then he teed up using his nine-iron. He hit his ball, and it landed on the rear of the green, and the backspin made it roll back towards the hole, stopping around 5 feet to the pin.

“Wow, Robert, that was some great backspin you had there.”

We got in our golf cart, and Robert drove us up behind the green. We both got out our putters. I looked at my ball, and I had a 4-foot putt to drop it in. I marked my ball and let Robert go first. He was able to sink his putt from around 7 feet, and I clapped. I walked up and placed my ball on the green, lined it up, and tapped it towards the hole. It first looked like the ball would stop short, but it had just enough momentum to drop in. I felt relieved and retrieved my ball, and we were off to the next tee.

We played our way through the front nine of the course. And on the ninth hole, we were both tied at two-over-par. I had an awful time on a par five and had squandered my lead, but that’s golf, you never know what will happen, so there was no use worrying about it. It was Robert up first, and he hit a tremendous drive down the middle of the fairway. We drove up to the lady’s tee, and I took my driver and ripped my best drive of the morning, and it landed about 10 yards ahead of Robert’s ball.

“Damn Sandra, you keep getting better. We both have had a great game so far today, and you know what you are doing out here.”

I think I had impressed him so far, and I smiled.

We drove up to Robert’s ball, and it was around 180 yards to the hole. He pulled out a fairway wood and struck the ball beautifully towards the flag, and it landed on the apron of the green and rolled up to about 15 feet from the pin.

Not to be outdone, I also took out a fairway wood, and I struck my ball and watched it head for the flag, and it dropped on the green about the same distance away from the hole as Robert’s ball. We drove up to the green, got our putters out, and looked at our upcoming putts. I was first, as it looked like I was a little further away from the hole. I lined up my shot and took a couple of practice swings. I sent it towards the hole, and it dropped in! I cheered, and Robert clapped in appreciation.

I retrieved my ball from the cup, and it was Robert’s turn. He had to sink his putt to tie my score. He hit his putt, and it got to the hole but rimmed it and stayed out. That was a tough break, Robert, as he tapped it in for a par.

I ended up at one over par for the front nine and Robert as two over. He grinned at me and said, had I known you were this good at golf, I would have asked to go on another hike instead. I gave him a big smile and kissed him, saying, but you would have missed all this fun with me here.

We stopped at a snack shack on the way to the back nine, and we both had a hot dog and a soda. I told Robert he would have to step up his game on the back nine if he wanted to win against this girl, as I have always been competitive when it came to golf. He laughed and said, I certainly have my work cut out for me. We finished our quick lunch and continued to the tenth tee.

We enjoyed playing with each other on the back nine as well. I had some fun with Robert, distracting him on the tee by dropping my ball and then bending over to pick it up just as he was setting up his swing. He laughed and told me it’s not going to work, girl, so I blew him a kiss.

He still got off a reasonably good drive, but I outdistanced him from the lady’s tee with my shot. He laughed and told me maybe I should be playing from his tee instead. I gave him a sly look and told him, nope, it’s the lady’s tee for this girl.
We tied the tenth hole and kept pace with each other through the back nine until we got to the eighteenth tee, and we were both tied.

Robert swung first, and he had a blistering drive down the fairway. I hit my ball from the lady’s tee and wound up beside him. We drove down the fairway, and I got out my fairway wood and smashed the ball on the green, just below the pin.
Not to be outdone, Robert cracked his shot pin high on the green. We drove up to the green, and he marked his ball and let me go first.

I marked my ball, cleaned it off, and placed it back on the green. I lined up my putt and made a few practice swings, and struck the ball towards the hole. I had a 30-foot putt, so I didn’t think the ball would go in, but it wound up 2 feet from the cup.

Robert then lined up his shot and stroked his ball into the hole for a birdie. I tapped my ball in for par, and he beat me by one stroke.

I laughed, saying, “I will beat you on our next time out.”

He grinned and said, “What makes you think I want to play golf with you again?”

He smiled and added, “You are too good a player, and I might lose against you.”

“What’s the matter, Robert? Afraid that a girl like me will beat you at golf?”

Robert just laughed and kissed me, saying, “That was a great game we played, Sandra, and of course, I want to play with you again. My ex-wife hated golf and wouldn’t have been caught dead out here with me.”

“That was her loss,” I replied.

We returned the cart, put our bags in the car, and removed our golf shoes. Robert invited me into the club’s restaurant. We walked in, and a few guys he knew walked over and greeted us. Robert introduced me to his golfing buddies, and I shook everyone’s hands. He told them that I had almost won out there today, and he barely squeaked out a win against me. They laughed and invited us over for a couple of drinks. We ordered a couple of beers, chatted with his friends for a while, said goodbye, and walked over to the restaurant. It was a nice place, and we both had a great meal there. I had a roast chicken dinner, and Robert had a steak.

I told Robert he had some good friends there, and this was a friendly club to which he belonged. He agreed and told me, no one is pretentious here; we like to play golf and enjoy ourselves.

We finished our meal and headed back into the city. Robert drove me back to my place and helped put my clubs away, and I started the coffee going.
We shared a coffee and a few cookies. I then asked Robert if he wanted to shower after our game, and I would help scrub his back. We went up to my bedroom and helped each other undress.

We headed for the bathroom and started our shower. I soaped up Robert, and he did the same for me, and we took special care with each other’s equipment. I gave special attention as I cleaned Robert’s balls and stroked the shaft of his club. I was washing him down, and he kept getting harder and harder. Rob pinned me against the wall and slowly entered me as he French kissed me under the shower.

I moaned a little as he started to pump his cock into me slowly at first but then building up his speed. I kept kissing him, and Robert exploded inside me as I shook from an orgasm. We continued to kiss until he lost his erection, and I cleaned him up and rinsed myself out. We got out of the shower, dried each other off, and dried my hair with a blow dryer. I told Robert I needed to do a few more things to get ready and told him he could wait for me in the bed.

After Robert left the bathroom, I gave myself a douche to clean out my bum, and I also placed lube in both of my holes down there. I walked back to my bedroom and snuggled beside Robert to continue our lovemaking in the bed.

Robert went down on me, and his lips and tongue continued to amaze me down there. He pinched my nipples and massaged them with his hands, and it sent shivers and what felt like bolts of electricity through my body.

Once again, the tsunami was building, and I shuddered when it hit me, as I exclaimed, “Oh God yes!”

He slowly regained an erection and asked me, “Have you ever tried anal?”

I grinned at him and said, “I thought you would never ask. I am all primed and ready for you.” I handed him a small bottle of lube for his cock.

“I have never done this before, so let me know if I am doing it wrong.”

Robert put some lube on his hard cock. He smiled at me and pulled my legs up in the air. Robert leaned on them to raise my bum and slowly maneuvered his cock against my hole. He slowly pressed into me. Rob got the head of his cock inside me and asked me how I felt. It hurt me at first, but I was fine now, so he went in another couple of inches and stopped. He pulled right out and then went in again, this time almost all the way, and held it there. I made a gasp, and I felt so filled up. He then pressed in all the way. And he kept it there for a bit.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Rob then proceeded to slowly fuck me with his entire shaft, pulling almost out, and then went in balls deep. It felt great. The first guy I dated when I was transgender was a bisexual guy; it didn’t last, but I hadn’t yet had SRS, and he fucked me in my rear pussy. I knew what to expect, and it had been a couple of years now, but I still enjoyed this feeling. It was almost the same as being fucked in my pussy, but not quite the same. By this time, Robert had started to fuck me harder, and he was pounding my ass cheeks, and I could hear the thwap of his thighs slapping my ass as his balls hit me too. I started to moan, and I kept getting louder, and when I began to scream with pleasure, Robert silenced me by leaning forward and french kissing me. I guess I was getting too loud for him. Robert continued to kiss me until I orgasmed, and he came in me. He collapsed on me, panting and out of breath.

He grinned, saying, “That was great!”

He pulled out, and we laid beside each other while caressing and kissing each other. It was getting late, and I turned out the lights, and we both drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 5

Robert

I woke up before Sandra and quietly got out of bed to relieve myself. I washed up a bit and brushed my teeth. Putting on my robe, I walked out to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee going. This morning, I decided to make some French toast and got everything I needed. Sandra soon entered the room, looking stunning in the beautiful robe I had given her. She walked over to me, and we kissed each other good morning.

“Would you like a glass of orange juice?”

“That would be wonderful, please.”

“I decided to make some French toast this morning. Is that good for you, or would you prefer something else?”

“French toast would be great.”

I poured out a couple of mugs of coffee and handed one to Sandra, telling her that the creamer was on the kitchen bar.
We made our coffee and sipped it as I watched the French toast cooking in the frying pan, and I served it as soon as they were ready. Sandra and I were both quietly enjoying breakfast when she spoke up.

“Would you like to do something today?

“Do you have anything in mind?” I replied.

“Well, we could go for a drive in the countryside. I know some excellent backcountry roads that would be very pretty this time of year.”

“Whose car would you like to take?”

“I was thinking of taking my Porsche since the top will go down, and it looks like it will be a sunny day today. Have you ever driven a 911?”

“No, I never had the pleasure.”

“Well, today will be your lucky day then. I can take us out there, and if you want to drive, we can switch around.”

“Wow! That would be great, Sandra!”

“I will head home, and you can drop by my place in around an hour.”

We finished up breakfast, and we both showered together first. My cock again got hard showering beside Sandra, and we kissed and made love in the shower once more. She was such a stunningly beautiful woman, and I could never pass up a chance to have sex with her. Sandra was putty in my hands as I massaged her body while fucking her pussy. She soon climaxed as I shot my load into her. We passionately kissed under the shower. We cleaned each other off, stepped out of the shower, dried off, and Sandra got ready to go. We kissed goodbye at the door, and I said I would be at her place in an hour or so.

I changed into a pair of slacks and a shirt. Heading back to the kitchen, I cleaned up the mess. I was still tidying my bedroom when my phone rang.

I picked up and said, “Hello.”

There was a pause, and my ex-wife Trudy said hello. I responded, saying hi, then I asked her why she called since I hadn’t heard anything from her since I last saw her in the courtroom.

“Robert, I was calling to see if you would like to go out with me sometime. I wanted to catch up with you.”

“Well, Trudy, I haven’t heard from you in months, and you weren’t exactly friendly to me during the divorce. Why are you calling me now?”

“I have had a few things happen to me lately, and I wanted to talk about it.”

“I hope you are not looking to get back together since I am no longer interested in any relationship with you. That ship sailed after you served me divorce papers after 20 years of marriage. You stabbed me through my heart with the divorce, and you never made any attempt to talk to me beforehand. I honestly don’t want to reconcile with you now.”

“Why is that?”

“There is no ‘us.’ I have moved on, and I am seeing someone new, and she is a far better person to me than you ever were.”

“Oh. That’s too bad, then. Sorry to bother you, Robert.”

Trudy said goodbye to me and ended the call. I finished up in the bedroom, grabbed my jacket and put on my shoes, and left my house.

Trudy

Trudy parked across the street from Robert’s condo parking entrance. She had watched a red convertible drive out from Robert’s condo, and a blonde-haired woman drove it. Trudy waited a few minutes, then called up Robert’s cell phone and briefly talked. She patiently waited until she saw Robert’s BMW appear and drive past her. Trudy then pulled into traffic and followed him. She kept behind a few cars back and tailed him until she saw him stop in front of a row of townhomes.

Trudy pulled to the side of the road, parked, and waited. Robert got out of his car, and then she watched him walk up to 504 and knock on the door. The attractive tall woman from the red convertible answered the door, and Robert walked inside the home. Trudy figured she would wait to see if they would soon leave.

Not long afterward, she watched the red convertible drive out of a laneway beside the last townhome then pull out on the road. As they drove by her car, Trudy noticed Robert was in the passenger seat, and the woman was driving the vehicle. She decided to continue following them.

Again, she tailed the red car, kept back a few cars, and followed them out of the city. They drove for about an hour and pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant in a small village. She watched them get out of the car, laugh, and then walk into the restaurant. She wasn’t sure if it was wise to follow them inside but decided to do it anyway.

Robert and Sandra were already seated when Trudy got inside. She was able to get a table sitting behind Robert, and she was close enough to hear their conversation, but Robert hadn’t noticed her enter and sit behind them.

"So, her name was Sandra, and she looked around the same age as Robert, maybe a little younger. She must have had a great career or had an excellent divorce to afford that expensive car she was driving." She listened to their conversation, and it was just chit-chat for the most part. They seemed to be comparing notes on their children, and it sounded like they are were around the same age as our kids, all off at college.

Trudy ordered a club sandwich and sparkling water while she listened to them. "They did seem to enjoy each other’s company." Trudy wished that her new relationship had worked out better. She had gotten involved with a new doctor at the hospital. Trudy had fallen for that woman and wanted to move in and marry her. Unfortunately for Trudy, Laurel was an idealist and had decided to travel to Africa with the “Doctors without Borders” organization. She had begged Trudy to come with her, and Trudy had given it much thought but decided not to do it in the end. They split up, and Laurel left for Africa, leaving Trudy wondering what to do now.

"I will have to find out everything I can about this new woman, Sandra, who lives at 504 Houghton St." Trudy waited for them to leave, leaving some cash on her table, and followed them out of the restaurant. She thought fondly of her time with Robert and was sorry that she had been so rash in leaving him, as he had been a good husband and provider. Trudy had never been in love with Robert but had been fond of him for a time. Now she wanted to get Robert back, but it looked like she was too late, as this new woman had moved into his life, and they seemed to be getting along great with each other. It would make her goal harder, but not impossible.

She watched as they got in Sandra’s car and noticed that Sandra had tossed her car keys to Robert and she was going to let him drive. Trudy debated whether to continue to follow them and decided to go back and snoop around Sandra’s house instead. "Maybe I could find something in Sandra’s trash to learn more about this girl."

Trudy watched them pull away, and then she walked back to her car.

Robert

Sandra and I were having a great time driving in the country. We chatted about everything. Our favorite foods, TV shows, movies, songs, you name it, we talked about it. Sandra was so much fun to be around too, and she just seemed to be so content and happy about her life that it was infecting me as well. I pulled up to a stop sign and asked Sandra, which way? She thought about it and said it doesn’t matter, pick one, they are all good. I laughed and turned right to see where the road took us.

“I don’t want to be a downer, but I wanted to tell you something strange that happened just after you left my condo this morning. I received a call from my ex-wife Trudy. She wanted to meet and talk about us, and I told her that ship had sailed and there was no “us.” I was no longer interested in getting back together with her. She sounded disappointed and seemed to accept it, but she had me worried. Once Trudy latches on to an idea, it’s tough to change her mind. I hope that she hasn’t unilaterally decided we should get back together. If this is the case, it might be a bumpy ride. I hope I am wrong about her, but I have known her for a long time, and I fear the worst from her.”

Sandra kissed me and said, “Don’t you worry about me. I can handle myself. Your ex-wife doesn’t scare me.”

“I just wanted to give you a heads-up, Sandra. There is no telling what she is capable of anymore.”

We drove through the countryside for the rest of the afternoon, and we both had fun with each other’s company.

We stopped at a park for a bit and walked around to stretch our legs. When it was time to get back to the car, I tossed the keys back to Sandra and thanked her for letting me drive her Porsche. She smiled and got in the driver’s side as I got in beside her. It was a great sports car, and I enjoyed it.

We drove past a Motorsports Park on the way home, and Sandra pulled in.

“Why did you stop?”

She grinned at me and said, “You’ll see.”

Sandra pulled up to the gate, took a card out of her purse, and handed it to the attendant. He looked at it, handed it back, and waved us through.

She drove into an underpass and then over to a group of buildings. I realized we were in the middle of a track, and I saw a group of cars whizz by on the racetrack, and Sandra smiled at me.

“You are going to enjoy this, and it’s almost as good as sex.”

She stopped the car and got out. She opened the frunk, took out a pair of helmets, and handed one to me.

“This helmet should fit you.”

I looked at the helmet. “You mean, we….”

“Yes, we will take a few laps around the track here, and I can show you how well this car can perform.”

She went over to talk with some people and told me we could get out in the next group.

We put on our helmets and jumped back into the Porsche, and she brought it over behind a group of cars waiting to go out on the track. We only had to wait a few minutes, and we drove onto the racetrack.

Sandra turned to me and grinned, “Robert, relax and enjoy yourself. I have been here many times, and I know what I am doing.”

She began to follow the other cars around the track, not really going too fast for a lap, and then everyone sped up. I felt like I was hanging on for dear life as Sandra dove into the corners, braking late, downshifting, and exploding out of them, then accelerating to redline before shifting gears. I looked over at the speedo on the straights, and we were going over 150 mph. I never realized this car could go that fast, and the handling was incredible. Sandra knew precisely the line she should take through the track, and she had no problems keeping up with the other cars and passed several of them on the straights. All too soon, the track officials waved us in, and we headed back to the pits.

“I told her that was incredible, what a rush! This car handles amazingly well, and it’s like a rocket on rails.”

“See! I told you it was almost as good as sex. Now, would you like to go out and see how you do on the track?”

“Uh, sure, if you think I am capable. I have never driven on a track before.”

Sandra went over and chatted with some track officials. “They said it would be ok for you to go out on the track, but you have to first sit through a safety lecture, and one will be starting in a couple of minutes.”

We walked over to one of the administration buildings, and she sat with me in a classroom. An instructor talked to us about track safety and etiquette when overtaking or being overtaken. They also briefly explained the driving line, braking, and acceleration and how our experienced partner would help us out on the track. After the lecture had ended, Sandra and I went back to her car, and I noticed a small turbo badge on the rear as I walked behind it.

Sandra explained, “You will find it’s easier than driving fast on a public road since you can use the entire track, not just one side of it. Don’t worry too much. You saw my driving line, and I will give you pointers as we go along. If someone wants to pass you, stay right, and let them go by you. It will take you a while to figure out the track, so don’t worry about how fast you go.”

She gave me one of the helmets, I got in on the driver’s side, and Sandra got in beside me. I felt a bit nervous going out, and Sandra told me, don’t worry, it’s far safer here than driving fast on the street. You will have a ball doing this.

We took our warmup lap around the racetrack, and then the pace car pulled off, we all began to drive faster. Sandra told me the line to follow along the racetrack and where to brake, downshift and start to accelerate. I soon got the hang of it, and my lap times were getting shorter. It was a lot of fun. And there were no worries of speed limits and police either. Too soon, it was over, and they waved us off the track and back to the pits. I told Sandra she was right. It was almost as good as sex.

Sandra

After our fun day and our romp on the track, it was time to return to the city. Robert had enjoyed himself, and I always had a good time on the racetrack too. I drove back, and we stopped for dinner on the way home. It was nothing special, just a Crackerbee’s, but they have good food, and we enjoyed ourselves there as well. After dinner, we returned to Robert’s condo, and I parked beside his car. We went upstairs and made some coffee. We were sitting in his living room, and I noticed a couple of pictures of his family. I picked one of them up, and it was one of him, his children, and a woman I assumed was his ex-wife, Trudy. I looked closer at her in the picture, and it dawned on me that I had seen her recently, and then it hit me. She was sitting behind Robert in the restaurant while we had eaten lunch together.

“Robert, there is something I have to tell you. I saw this woman sitting behind us today in the restaurant while we ate lunch together.”

Robert looked at me with surprise. “Oh my God, Trudy is stalking us. Now, do you believe me?”

I didn’t know what to say, “I do now, Robert. Trudy was spying on us. There was no way that was purely coincidence, and she had to have been following us. I noticed she sat down behind you just after we sat down, and she sat close enough to hear our conversation.”

This news unnerved me a little, I didn’t know this woman, and Robert told me she could do anything. I was going to be extra careful now and be aware of my surroundings. I wasn’t sure what Trudy’s goal was in all of this. Robert told her that he wasn’t interested in getting back together in no uncertain terms, and I was worried for my safety now, not knowing what she was planning.

We soon forgot about Trudy and continued to chat with each other. The evening soon wound up in the bedroom, and Robert showed me how well he knew his way around a woman’s body and proceeded to help me find a few more of my unlimited number of orgasms. I reciprocated and was able to show Robert a great time as well. We ended up wrapped in each other’s arms as he brought me once again into a fantastic orgasm.

Sunday morning arrived, and we got up. I remembered that I was supposed to see my kids for dinner today.

I asked Robert, “I know this is short notice, but would you like to meet my kids for dinner tonight?”
He laughed and said, “We must think alike since I have a dinner date tonight with my children as well.”

“How about we make this a combined effort?”

We decided since Robert had chosen a new restaurant named Bugaboo Creek, and I had never been there, I texted both my kids with the new restaurant name and address and hinted I had a surprise for them too.

Robert made us both breakfast, and we went for our usual shower together, and we had a bit of extra fun.

After breakfast, we went shopping around the mall and had lunch in the food court. We weren’t looking to buy anything, and it was just a way for us to spend time together.

We drove back to his place, and I picked up my car and drove home so I could get ready for dinner. Robert told me he would meet me at the restaurant.

I went home and had a shower and did myself up. I put on a lovely evening dress, nothing too fancy since my kids never dressed up. I managed to make it to the restaurant at 6 pm. I saw my kids in the lobby and went over and greeted them. I said, kids, I want you to meet someone tonight.

Robert walked in the door, and I recognized the two young people who got up and hugged him. We walked over, and I hugged Robert and introduced him to my kids, and he introduced us to his kids. Our kids were all college-age and were within a couple of years of each other. They were very friendly towards each other, and we went over to our table, and we all sat down.

My kids laughed, so mom, this is your new guy, we think he’s excellent, and Robert’s kids thought I was a wonderful gal for him. We all chatted for a few hours. The kids found out they were all going to State University and thought they had seen each other there too. They all exchanged numbers with each other, and I felt that everyone was getting along wonderfully. I was worried that the evening might not go so well, but our kids got along famously with each other. The boys were chatting together, and the girls were laughing together too. Robert and I held hands as we watched them get along so well.

After dinner, we all went to the club where Robert and I first met. The kids followed us, and we got a big table for everyone. Since it was a Sunday, the club wasn’t too busy, but the dancing had started, and Robert and I went out to have a few slow dances together.

Something must have rubbed off from us, as we noticed our kids had paired off and were also dancing together. We spent a couple of hours there, and we decided to call it a night. I noticed my son Tom and Robert’s daughter Sarah were talking closely, and my daughter Jessica and Robert’s son George were also quietly conversing. I glanced over at the kids, and Robert just smiled knowingly at me.

We called it a night and left with our kids chatting with each other. We said goodnight and kissed them. Robert and I embraced with a good night kiss, and our kids whistled at us. We waved goodbye and left the kids still chatting together in the parking lot.

I got in my car and waved goodnight to Robert as he got in his car. And we both drove home for another work week.

As I drove home, I thought of how things had worked out for me this week. I thought I had lost Robert, but he had come to his senses on Friday. We spent a memorable weekend together, and we continued to find out how well we enjoyed each other’s company.

Tonight, we introduced our children to each other, and I was amazed at how well they got along. Maybe they were getting along together a little too well. I wasn’t going to worry about it now, they were all adults, and if they found that they enjoyed each other’s company, I was all for it.

I got home, changed into a nightie, put on a robe, and finished up some work I needed to do for Monday before I got into bed. Just before I was heading for bed, Robert called me.

I said, “Hi, how are you?”

“Hi Sandra, I’m fine here, and I had to tell you I had a great time tonight with your and your children. My son George had called me up, and he had said to me that he thought your daughter Jessica was a fantastic person, and they were going out on another date together. My daughter Sarah called me too and told me that she likes your son Tom a lot and is looking forward to another date with him.”

I laughed and said, “Tom also seemed to be serious about Sarah too, though he hadn’t called me about it yet. And I could see Jessica was getting along well with George too.”

“I am happy they are all getting along so well with each other. I love you, Sarah, and I want to wish you a good night’s sleep. I wish I could sleep beside you every night. So until we see each other again, have a good night.”

“I will see you again soon. I love you, Robert, goodnight.”

I ended the call with Robert, and my phone rang again, and unsurprisingly, it was my son. I said, “Hi, Tom.”

“Sorry, Mom, I know it’s late, but I had to tell you what a super time I had tonight with Sarah. Mom, Sarah is the first girl I have dated that got me thinking if she is the one for me. I have never felt that way about anyone else, but something clicked in me when we were talking. We got along great, and I asked her to go out on another date with me. Robert’s son George had asked Jessica out too, so we made a double date together for tomorrow. There is an excellent diner by the university, where we will all meet up for dinner and maybe go to a movie afterward.”

“That’s great, Tom, and I am happy that you are getting along so well with her.”

“Thanks, Mom, I have to add that I think Robert is a great guy, and I can see why you like each other so well. I wanted to say that I love you, Mom, and I hope that everything continues to work out well with Robert. I think you two were made for each other. Anyone can see that you two are smitten with each other; it’s that obvious. I love you, Mom. Stay safe.”

Right after Tom called me, my phone rang again, and this time it was Jessica. She was very excited, so I just let her talk.

“Mom, I’m sorry I called so late, but I can’t believe how great a person Robert is, and he is fine with you being transgender. He is terrific, and I am happy that you found him. I hope you are looking at a long-term relationship with him since he is the perfect guy for you. Watching you together tonight showed me that you are very much in love with each other. You are just glowing when you talk to him. Robert watches your every move, and he is very much in love with you. I could see it in his eyes.”

“I know what you mean, dear. Robert is very dear to me now.”

“And Mom, his kids are great too. I started talking to George, and we have so much in common. I can see why you like Robert so much, as George is just like him. We talked together all night, and I loved his company. We seem to be so compatible, and I have never had feelings for a guy before like I do with George. We are all going on a double date tomorrow since Tom is really into Sarah as well.”

“I hope you all have a great time together. I think Robert’s kids are great people as well. Have fun and enjoy yourself.”

Jessica said goodbye to me and ended the call. “Wow! Things have gone to a new level. Here I was worried that our children wouldn’t like each other, and now I am a little worried that they liked each other a bit too well.” I just laughed to myself and knew they would be fine.

Chapter 6

Robert

My alarm went off, jolting me awake. Usually, I am awake before it sounds, but I had a full day yesterday with Sandra, and I slept soundly. We were back together, and only my stupidity had caused the breakup in the first place. I had to admit that it didn’t matter that she was once a man. She is all woman now, and what a woman. Every time I am out with her, she impresses the heck out of me.
The only thing that was concerning me was Trudy. What was she trying to accomplish this time? I had to call her up to get to the bottom of this.

I got up, started the coffee, and made a few pancakes for myself. After taking a shower and getting dressed, I took my phone and called Trudy using the number from my call display yesterday. I listened to it ring, and then I was forwarded to voicemail. I received a message reporting voicemail was not set up, and the call ended.

I would try it again later since this number was my only link to Trudy. I gave Sandra a call to see how she was doing, and she told me she was heading for work and would call me back when she got there.

I started another pot of coffee and got to work myself, looking at my latest project. I was working on it when my phone rang, and I answered it. Sandra told me what a great time she had with me over the weekend and told me she enjoyed dinner with my children. I told her she had no end of surprises for me, and driving on the racetrack was incredible.

She mentioned that her son Tom and Jessica called after I ended our call last night, and they were going to be on a double date with my daughter Sarah and son George. The kids have taken a shine to each other, and I am happy they are all getting along together.

“The only thing that worries me, Sandra, is my ex-wife Trudy. I don’t understand what she is up to, so please be careful.”

Sandra assured me that she would be vigilant and keep an eye out for anything that looked suspicious.

We talked together a bit longer. I heard someone come into Sandra’s office, and she told me she had to go. We both said goodbye and ended the call.

I kept busy with my project for the rest of the day. I took a lunch break to make a sandwich and ended the day after working the afternoon. My phone rang, and it was Sandra. Would you like to meet somewhere for dinner? Nothing fancy.

We met up at the Crackerbee’s and enjoyed a simple dinner there. Once again, it seemed like we couldn’t get enough of each other. We talked together until 11 pm when the manager told us they were closing for the evening. We left together, kissed goodnight in the parking lot, and we both headed home.

As much as I would love to move in with Sandra, it was still too early. We had only been seeing each other for maybe a month. But we did have that break while I was working through my insecurities. I thought it would be easier if we lived together while driving home. I would wait until Sandra brought this up, and then we would discuss it together.

I entered my condo, and my phone rang. I looked at the call display, and it looked like it was Trudy’s number. I answered the call, and it was Trudy. She apologized for missing my call earlier.

I sat down on my couch. “Trudy, what I don’t understand is why you are following me?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I left my condo yesterday, I drove by what looked like your car parked in front of my place. I didn’t think much of it until Sandra recognized you in the roadside café where we ate lunch Sunday. She said you were sitting right behind me, and she recognized you from a photo I had on my fireplace.”

Trudy paused, “That must have been someone else she saw, Robert. It wasn’t me.”

“Look, Trudy, I don’t know what kind of game you are playing here, but I don’t appreciate you following us like a stalker. I want to impress upon you that I have zero desire to ever get back in a relationship with you again. We were together in what I thought was a good marriage, and then you unilaterally decided you wanted to divorce me, and you turned my life upside down, so I have no desire ever to see you again.”

“Do you understand me, Trudy? There is no us! Would you please leave us alone? You wanted someone else in your life instead of me, so find them, but leave me out of it.”

I heard a click on the phone as Trudy ended the call. I hoped I had maybe gotten through to her, but I wasn’t so sure.

Sandra

I woke up around 6:30 am and made myself some coffee. I made a couple of eggs with toast for breakfast and looked at the news on my laptop while I ate my breakfast. I cleaned up the kitchen, showered, and got ready for work. I went downstairs, walked to the back of my place, and went outside to get in my car.
I froze in my tracks, and I was stunned while looking at my car. Someone had taken a can of yellow spray paint and painted words like bitch, slut, and cunt all over my car. As well, they slashed all four tires. My car wasn’t going anywhere today.

I looked around and didn’t notice anyone outside. I quickly went back inside my home and called the police to report the vandalism. I had lived here for the last four years, and nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I thought about Robert’s ex-wife, and I bet that bitch did it or paid someone to do this.
I called up Robert to tell him what had happened, and he was as shocked as I was. When I told him I thought it was Trudy, he sighed. You are probably right, and if so, she has gone off the deep end. I told him the police were coming over and were going to investigate. I got Trudy’s phone number from Robert, not that I would call her, but I wanted to give it to the police. I told Robert the police had arrived and said goodbye.

I showed the police the car, and they looked around, took photos of the scene, and found a nearby empty spray can, which they picked up for evidence. They also called a tow truck to take the car away for repairs. I gave them Trudy’s number and told them she was the ex-wife of my new boyfriend, and we had seen her following us over the weekend. I couldn’t prove it was her, but I asked them to give her a call, so she might be scared off from doing anything further.
I called up work and explained to my boss what had happened, and my car was out of commission. I said I had to take the day off to take care of a few things here.

I looked at my open carport and realized it had no security at all, and I wondered if I could beef things up. I called up a local contractor, informed him of my situation, told him that I wanted to secure my carport, and asked him to give me options. He promised to come down later to look at it and see what he could advise me. I then called a security company and made an appointment to get a home security system and cameras for my carport and front door.

I also called up my insurance, started the claim, and told them to arrange for me to get a rental car while my Porsche was in the shop getting repaired. The Eurosport Autobody shop called me back and told me they would remove the spray paint since the vehicle was not damaged otherwise, except for the tires, which would all need replacements.

I spent the rest of the day getting quotes for my carport and security system work. The contractor figured he could install a steel rolldown door at the end of my carport and could fill in the sides and top with enameled steel siding to keep anyone from getting at my car. He would also fill in the space above the vehicle to be waterproof. I gave him the go-ahead, as I didn’t want Trudy to be able to get at my car again.

The security system would also have video recording and monitoring as well. My house would have all windows and doors on the basement and first and second floors monitored with opening and glass break sensors. When I was away, there were also motion detectors inside.

I called up Robert, and we made a dinner date for 6 pm. I got ready for our date and asked him to pick me up earlier since I hadn’t gotten a rental car yet, and I needed to stop over at a car rental place to pick one up. Robert was by early, and I kissed him, and he took me over to the car rental place, where I picked up a car and followed him over to the restaurant. We sat down at the restaurant together, and we ordered some wine. I showed Robert the photos of the damage to my car, and he agreed that it was Trudy.

“Robert, if she thinks she can scare me away, it’s not going to work. If she wants to play hardball, she had better watch out.”

“I don’t know what to do about this, Sandra. She called me back last night, and I told her to leave us alone, and this is the answer we got from her. I think she has lost it, but I don’t know what we can do. We could get a restraining order if she threatened either of us verbally, but she has played this calmly so far.”

“What is bizarre is that Trudy had not contacted me before I met you, and I hadn’t heard a thing from her until we started dating. I don’t know if that set her off or something else happened in her personal life. I suspected she was having an affair with someone else, though I have no idea who she was seeing.”

“Anyway, let’s talk about something else. Both my son and daughter called me today, and they both told me how much they enjoyed their dates with your kids. My son George is older than your daughter Jessica by a year, and my daughter Sarah is younger than your son Tom. They all have set another date together tonight, and I think they will be an item from the looks of things. I can’t believe how well they seem to be enjoying each other’s company. I think they are finding out they have the same chemistry that we have with each other.”

I laughed and said, “I agree. Our kids enjoy each other’s company. We don’t know the future, but if they like each other as well as we do, who knows what will happen?”

“I do want to discuss something else with you, Robert. While I am getting the work done on my carport to make the parking spot more secure, I wondered if I could stay at your place for a couple of days. I am also having a new security system installed. It’s not that I am afraid of Trudy; I don’t want to make it easy for her to vandalize my car before my carport is secure.

Robert smiled at me and said, “I was hoping you would ask me this, and although we are getting together because of Trudy, I don’t mind you staying over at my place in the least.

After a delightful dinner, we both drove back to my home, and I packed a suitcase of things to last me for a week at Robert’s place. I locked up my place and followed Robert over to his condo into his secure parking. I unpacked my things since Robert was only using a fraction of his closet, and he had some coffee ready for us when I finished unpacking.

We chatted for an hour, started kissing each other, and then went into the bedroom. We helped each other out of our clothes, and we both enjoyed the rest of the evening pleasing each other. Every time we had sex together, Robert gained more experience with me. He kept me in a high of an almost constant state of orgasmic bliss for an hour. I found that if I sucked off Robert at the beginning, he could work me up again just using his fingers and his tongue, and by the time he was again hard, he had staying power to fuck me for at least a half-hour. I lost count of my orgasms since they never seemed to stop.

I thought back to something Robert had told me. Trudy didn’t like his cock, and she must have been a lesbian since he was fantastic with it. Trudy was also someone that confused me. Why would she want to get back together with Robert? It made no sense.

“Oh! Fuck!” I then thought, “Another orgasm! Can’t think; Must enjoy.”

“Oh! God! Fuck me harder! Oh yes! Harder! Please! OH! FUCK!”

Robert had finally exploded inside me after he had utterly exhausted me at this point. I lay on my back as he slowly kissed me. I could barely move, and I felt I was after-glowing since I felt red hot.

“That - was - fantastic.” I just lay there panting.

Robert turned out the lights and kissed me goodnight, and I just drifted off to sleep in my bliss.

I woke up the following morning, and Robert was already up, and I could hear him in the kitchen. I put on my robe and went into the bathroom to freshen up and brush my teeth. When I came into the kitchen, Robert had just finished a batch of French toast. We kissed good morning, and we sat and ate breakfast with some coffee.

After breakfast, we both took a shower together. We managed to work the kinks out of each other, and I only orgasmed twice. We dried each other off, got dressed for work, and were off. Robert gave me a key for his place and a remote to open the parkade door.

We went down to the parking level, and I followed him out. Work was uneventful, I received calls from my contractor, and he was able to modify my parking spot and add the bits to make things more secure for my car. He had also let the security company into my townhome, and they installed a new alarm system complete with indoor and outdoor cameras and a video recorder. They sent me a detailed email on setting up things at my end. I installed an app on my smartphone, and it would notify me of any intrusion into my home, and I could access the cameras from the app as well.

I called Robert from work and told him the contractor fixed up my carport, along with a new alarm system, but they were still working on my car in the shop. I thought I only needed to stay another night at his place if he didn’t mind.

Robert sounded disappointed that I would leave his place tomorrow to go back home. I told him, how about we go out for dinner tonight? I can meet up with you downtown, and we can go to the Crackerbee’s again. I still had a couple of things to do at work, so I told him I could meet him around 7 pm.

I finished up at work and drove downtown. I found a side street to park on and walked towards the restaurant when I heard a couple of men laughing behind me.

One of them said, “Hey, look at this one in front of us. That bitch must be a tranny. Look how tall she is.”

I started to walk a little faster.

I heard those guys say, “Yah, that bitch must be a tranny; look at the way she walks just like a guy.”

At this point, I started to run towards the restaurant, but they soon overtook me, and they grabbed my arms. I was getting scared, and one of the thugs put his hand over my mouth. They dragged me into a nearby alleyway, and I went into action at this point. I bit the guy’s hand, who covered my mouth and kicked the other one in the shin. I started screaming my head off and fought them back. One of them punched me in the face, and I fell to the ground. They both started kicking me, and I continued to scream as loud as possible. Suddenly one of them went flying into a wall and was knocked senseless. The other one soon joined him.

I looked up, and Robert was standing there, breathing heavily while holding what looked like a long piece of wood in his hand. He helped me up and asked me if I was ok, and I told him I was sore all over. He had already called 9 1 1 and was talking to them. The police arrived a couple of minutes later, and the two thugs were still both unconscious. The cops pulled them both up, handcuffed them, and took them away.

An ambulance soon arrived, and they took me into it and examined me. My face was cut and bleeding, and I had a black eye, where one of those bastards had punched me. They told me that I might have broken ribs and wanted to take me to the hospital. They drove me over to the ER and took me in. Robert wasn’t far behind and joined me in the waiting room.

I didn’t know if Trudy worked at this hospital, but I didn’t see her. The ER nurse came out and got me to fill out some forms, and they took me into imaging to take a few X-Rays. A doctor examined me afterward. He asked what had happened. I told him that a couple of thugs mugged me, and my boyfriend knocked the crap out of them. The doctor examined my x-rays and told me I had no broken bones, but I would be sore for a few days from all the trauma my body had received. They told me to take a few days off my feet to recover.

The police showed up to take our statements. I told the police that the two thugs walked up behind me and started calling me a tranny as I approached the restaurant. They overtook me and pulled me into an alleyway when I tried to run away. I fought back as best I could and started screaming as loudly as I was able to attract attention. My boyfriend must have heard me, and he ran in and rescued me from them, or things would have been a lot worse for me.

They didn’t seem to want to rob me, but they did want to beat me up, which I considered strange. The police asked me if I had any idea who may have wanted me beaten up. I told the police I suspected my boyfriend’s ex-wife, as she had been stalking me too. I then told them of the previous day’s vandalism to my car, and I thought someone may have paid those guys to attack me.

Robert told them that he had parked behind my car and walked towards the restaurant when he heard screams coming from the alleyway. There was a broken shipping pallet at the end of the alley, and he pulled a piece of wood from it. Robert slowly walked down the alleyway and made out two men assaulting me. He charged them and swung the wood into the side of one guy’s head, and sent him flying. The other guy was so intent on kicking me he didn’t see Robert take a swing at him, and he went flying too.

Robert told them about his ex-wife stalking us, and I thought she probably had something to do with this as well.

Robert took me back to his place, as I was in no condition to eat out looking the way I did. I ordered Chinese food on my phone as we headed back to Robert’s place. We had just arrived, and they rang us with the food. We enjoyed the meal, and I felt better after eating.

We relaxed and watched a movie and just cuddled for the rest of the night.
“God, Robert, I hope I won’t have to continue to look over my shoulder for creeps. I am considering arming myself with a handgun. I never thought I would go there, but we both know she was behind this attack. If Trudy kept this up, I don’t know what she will try next. Arming myself may be the only solution.”

Robert got on the phone with one of his buddies.

“One of my friends is a gun collector, and I asked him about you carrying a handgun. He told me that you need to obtain a license for a concealed weapon, and if you did so, it was legal in our state.”

I went online and made out an application.

Robert and I took the rest of the week off and told me, “I’m worried about your safety Sandra. I don’t trust that you will be safe staying alone at your townhouse. Please stay with me here for at least a couple of weeks.”

I called up and explained to the rental company where I parked my rental car, and we made arrangements with them to pick it up for us. A driver would stop by and pick up the car keys.

Robert drove me over to a gun shop the next day, and I talked with them.

I said, “I would like to buy a small handgun for personal protection with a concealed holster.”

They showed me just the thing with a small 9mm Glock 43 that would fit into a holster that I could strap to my inside thigh when wearing a dress or strap it to my ankle if I was wearing slacks. Neither of these places was ideal, but I wasn’t going to risk carrying a gun in my purse.

“Do you have a permit to carry a handgun, ma’am?”

“I applied for a concealed carry permit, and the state will mail it to me soon.”

“We have a firing range in our basement, and you can buy the gun now and try it out downstairs, but you can’t take it away until you can show us your permit to carry it.”

I bought the handgun and a few boxes of ammunition, and we went downstairs to learn how to use it. The gun seemed made for a woman with minimal recoil and was very accurate. We shot at targets for a couple of hours, and both Robert and I got pretty good with it. We were both hitting bullseyes, and then they showed us how to take the gun apart, clean it, and oil it. They threw in a cleaning kit with the gun. I felt a bit more confident afterward, and I only had to wait for the permit to arrive, and I could return to pick it up.

For a couple of weeks afterward, Robert wouldn’t let me out of his sight. My swollen black eye healed up, and makeup concealed the bruising. Robert drove me everywhere. He would take me to work and pick me up after work, calling me on the phone when he arrived out front. My permit arrived in the mail a few weeks later, and I started taking my little handgun everywhere with me. There was no way I would let anyone get the drop on me again.

We talked to the police, and they charged the thugs with assault, but they were silent during questioning, and the police couldn’t get any answers out of them. They had found a photo of me in their possession, so the cops knew the thugs had targeted me, and it wasn’t just a random mugging. The thugs also had my home address, Robert’s home address, my work address, and the plate and description of my rental car on a piece of paper.

After the prosecutors offered the thugs a plea deal, they finally gave up Trudy. Robert had given the police her picture, and they used it as a mug shot. Both thugs separately identified her as the one who hired them to quote, “Beat the shit out of me.”

Unfortunately, Trudy was missing. They found her car parked at her home, but her house was empty. She had taken leave from her work, and no one had seen her recently. The police told us a warrant was out for her arrest and if either of us saw her, call them immediately. None of her friends or family had heard from her in weeks.

Trudy’s actions had unnerved me, but I said, “Robert, I know she’s your ex-wife, but I won’t hesitate to put a bullet into her if she comes after me or anyone I love.”

Robert just shook his head and said, “It’s just so unfortunate that things have come to this. I hope she comes to her senses and stays away from us.”

Chapter 7

Robert

I was getting concerned, and no one had seen my ex-wife Trudy in weeks. I tried calling her up, but the call would immediately go to voicemail, and I couldn’t leave a message. Trudy never called me back. It was like she had dropped off the face of the earth.

Sandra had healed up nicely with only a slight bruising left around her eye, and it was quickly fading away. We stopped having sex for a couple of weeks to let her heal from her injuries, but when she said she felt ok again, we got right back into it. Since Trudy was still at large, I wouldn’t let Sandra back into her townhouse alone, and we only went there to pick up some clothes and other items that she needed. Sandra brought all the perishable food out of her fridge and either tossed it or brought it back to my place.

Since we had started living together, we had gotten much closer to each other. Sandra was a joy to be around, and she was such a delightful person. I could never imagine going back to Trudy, and I just wanted the police to find her so we didn’t have to keep looking over our shoulder when outside.

Sandra never left home without her handgun, and she was taking it everywhere with her now. She told me that it was the only way she felt safe with Trudy out there.

Trudy

I had finally made it to Kenya. I had the Doctors without Borders clinic address where Laurel was working. I drove up to the clinic and walked inside. I saw Laurel talking to another woman, and then my heart sank when I saw them embrace and kiss each other.

I walked up to them and said, “Hi Laurel, it’s me. How are you doing?”
Laurel looked at me with surprise and asked, “Trudy, this is a surprise. What are you doing here?”

I replied, “I am here for you. I made a mistake and want to be with you.”
Laurel asked the other woman to take care of some issues and said, “Please come with me.”

I followed her into a tiny office, and she smiled and told me that she was completely surprised at me coming out to visit her.

“Are you here to help us?”

“I’m not sure yet, Lauren. What’s going on with this other woman?”

“Look, Trudy, you broke my heart when you suddenly changed your mind and wouldn’t come out here with me. I have moved on, and I don’t know if we still have a relationship. Today is the first that I have heard from you since I left to come here. Abbie is a good friend of mine. She heard I would come out here, called me up, and told me she would go with me. I’m sorry that things didn’t work out for us, Trudy. You knew when you met me that I was planning on coming here.”

Trudy just turned and walked away. She thought again about Robert, and she knew in her heart, she would find a way to get him back. "I must take that tranny bitch out with the trash. She wasn’t getting the message" . She went back to her hotel and sat down in front of her laptop. She got the email addresses of all of Robert’s friends and family and decided to write to them and expose this bitch. She set up a new throw-away email address and started writing.

Robert

I knew Trudy was behind this. Most of my family and friends called me up and asked me about Sandra, and I finally got one of them to forward this email message they received so I could see it. When I got it, I asked Sandra to come over and look at it with me, and I could see in her eyes she was distraught and angry at Trudy.

Somehow, Trudy had uncovered Sandra’s past and showed old photos of her when she was still married to her ex-wife. She dead-named Sandra and then sent this email to everyone I knew, telling them I must have gone gay now that I was dating a biological male.

I wrote up an email response, and I took a selfie of Sandra and me together and sent it to everyone Trudy addressed in her original email.

To My Family and Friends,

I was shocked that my ex-wife Trudy would sink to such depths. After Trudy suddenly divorced me and ended our 20-year marriage, I found the most wonderful woman I have ever met. Attached is a picture of Sandra and me, and we have shared nothing but happiness since we met. Yes, Sandra is a transgender woman, but she is all woman to me. Sandra is a total woman that any man would be lucky to have. I am telling you all this to realize that my ex-wife can do nothing to destroy my present relationship with Sandra.

My ex-wife Trudy has gone off her rocker. She stalked us, vandalized Sandra’s car, and hired thugs to beat Sandra up. If you know of Trudy’s whereabouts, please call the police since a warrant is out for her arrest.

If you have any issues about Sandra being a transgender woman, this is your problem, not mine. If you decide to end your friendship or relationship with me because Sandra is transgender, that is your decision. If you no longer want to be a part of my life because I am with Sandra, again, that is your decision.

But if you are happy that I have met the girl I love, I am extending an invitation to meet Sandra and me at the Mandarin Chinese Buffet for a private party on Saturday, November 14 at 7 pm. I hope you will decide to attend and meet Sandra, and see what a great person she is. Their address and phone number are at the end of this message.

Sincerely,

Robert Montgomery

“What do you think, Sandra? I will put a stop to Trudy’s crap, and I have invited everyone I know to come out and meet us together.”

Sandra looked over my email reply, and she had a wide grin on her face. “This email is great,” she said, “Send it out.”

Now you may have noticed I never mentioned my parents. They were still alive, but I was never sure how to bring up Sandra with them. Well, it looked like Trudy took care of that detail for me. I sent the reply to them as well, and if they wanted to call me, they could. If they would like to meet Sandra, they have an invitation too.

The weekend for our big dinner finally came. I called up my kids, and Sandra called up her kids and her parents to see if they were interested in coming out to the buffet party. She told me that everyone from her side of the family would be coming too, and all the kids were intending on showing up as well.

Sandra and I arrived a little early. We were optimistic, hoping that everyone we invited would show up. It was seven o’clock and wouldn’t you know it, my friends and family began to arrive. In ten minutes, the room went from empty to full. I looked around all the friendly faces, and I couldn’t think of anyone who didn’t join us. Sandra had a guest book, and we passed it around to get everyone to sign.

We walked around to all the tables, introducing Sandra to everyone. I also met Sandra’s parents and her sister’s and brother’s families. My parents showed up along with my two brother’s families, and we went over to them to say hello as well. My parents loved Sandra from the moment they met her. I was a bit worried about mom and dad, but she had undoubtedly made fans of them too.

I told everyone if they wanted to order from the bar, the tab was on me. A cheer went up from the crowd. Every person Trudy had put on her email showed up to congratulate Sandra and me, and they all spoke highly of her to me as well. For the next four hours, we had a wonderful time.

We all had a wonderful dinner, and the buffet tables were so huge that everyone found something they enjoyed eating.

I asked the Mandarin staff if I could get a small PA system, and they brought one out for me.

After everyone had gone up at least once to the buffet, I turned it on. I thanked all my friends and family for showing up. I told them I had an important announcement to make. I asked Sandra to come up and stand beside me. I then turned to her and told her,

“Sandra, you are the most beautiful person to ever come into my life, and I thank God every day because you are here with me. You may think this is presumptuous on my part, but I want to ask you, will you marry me?”

Sandra almost fell over when I announced my intentions. She couldn’t say anything at first, but then she took the mike from my hand and spoke to the crowd and me.

“Yes, I will.”

Everyone got up and started clapping. We kissed each other. I took the ring out of my pocket, and as Sandra held the mike for me, I placed the engagement ring on her finger.

“Wow! It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed

Everyone got up and came over to congratulate us. My friends and family roared with approval. Sandra smiled from ear to ear, and everyone wanted to hug her. One of the last people up was my old friend Nick. He hugged Sandra, and I told her who he was. She hugged him again and said thank you for knocking some sense into Robert. Nick introduced Sandra to his wife Norma, and they hugged each other. Sandra was a little surprised that they were an interracial couple, but I think she realized at that moment what a genuinely open-minded person he was.

I made another announcement, “Thanks for coming to our little get-together in a show of support for Sandra and me. If you hadn’t already done so, please come up and sign our guest book before you leave.”

We spent the rest of the evening talking to everyone at the party. In a way, I had to thank Trudy for making it so easy for me to invite everyone out. I still didn’t know what she was up to next, and that was the only thing that worried me. I looked over at our children. And I noticed they were still together in a group, but all the other young people their age were with them too.

I walked over to Sandra again, and I hugged and kissed her. I said, “Thank you for coming into my life.”

I had been taking pictures all evening, and my brother had taken a few of me proposing to Sandra and had sent them to my phone.

I said, “Sandra, look at these photos. I will send everyone these pics and a copy of the email to Trudy, and I have her to thank for helping me get everyone together.”

Sandra smiled but said, “We don’t know how she will react to all of this.”

“I know exactly how she will react. She will explode, and then she will do something stupid, and the police will arrest her. I can’t think of any other way we will get rid of her now.”

Both our parents were sitting together, and they told us we were all invited to my parents’ home for Thanksgiving. They all congratulated us again. The evening was over. We wished everyone a good night and returned to my condominium.

“That was a wonderful evening, Robert. I enjoyed myself with your friends and family.”

“I had to show everyone how great a person you are, and this was the only way I thought that had a chance of working. And I was also able to sneak my ulterior motive into it, and I turned it into our engagement party, right in front of your eyes.”

Sandra gave me another big kiss and hugged me tightly.

“I can’t believe you put me on the spot like that.”

“But you came through with flying colors, my beautiful fiancé.”

“Like there was ever any chance that I would let you get away from me.”

She kissed me again and pressed her hand against my hardening package.

“I think you are showing me how glad you are that I said yes.”

Sandra took my hand, and we walked to the bedroom. We embraced and passionately kissed each other. Sandra dropped down on her knees and opened my fly.

“Oh my!” She exclaimed, “What a big boy we have here.”

She started licking on the head of my cock and slowly worked her tongue up and down my shaft. All I could do was moan. I pulled Sandra back on her feet and helped her out of her clothes, and she then unbuttoned my shirt as I dropped my pants. I helped her remove her panties and bra, then pushed her back onto the bed. And then I straddled her. Sandra grabbed my shaft and pulled me up so it was resting between her boobs.

“I have always wanted to try this,” and held her girls together while I stroked my cock back and forth between them. The feeling was great, and I soon told her I would come, and she told me to keep going. She closed her eyes just in time as I came all over her face. God, that was hot. Sandra then used her fingers to wipe my cum from her face as she licked them.

She was grinning from ear to ear as she said, “That was hot!”

I kissed her, and she pushed a little of the cum into my mouth with her tongue. It surprised me, but I tasted it, and yes, it was different, but not unpleasant. I then decided to lick the remaining cum from her face, and we shared it while kissing each other. While I was cleaning up Sandra’s face, I slowly got hard again, and she guided my cock into her sex. We continued to kiss each other while I pumped her, working up to a quicker rhythm.

Trudy

“That fucking bitch!”

Trudy was livid. She thought she would check out her email account, and there were a couple of emails from Robert. He had the nerve to invite everyone included in the email out to dinner. He then proposed to that tranny, “What is wrong with him?”

I had also received a reply from Robert. “Shit! The police figured out that I hired those two to beat up Sandra. They will see my wrath now, and they won’t get away with this shit. Now I have to get a new passport since I can’t return home on this one.”

She was wondering if Laurel was worth staying around here. “I may as well stay here until I can get a new passport.” She decided to call up Laurel to ask her if she wanted to go out for dinner.

“Hello.”

“Hey Laurel, it’s Trudy. I was hoping you would come out with me for dinner. Look, I don’t expect to get back together with you if you have moved on, but I thought you would come out for old times sake.”

Laurel paused, “Ok, Trudy, sure, I will meet you for dinner. Where do you want to eat?”

Trudy gave her the address and ended the call. She thought, “Now, what should I do about Laurel?”

Sandra

I was so happy this morning. Robert had proposed to me. Maybe it was too early in our relationship, but he had no red flags that I could see other than his ex-wife. He was a loving, honest man who had fallen in love with me. Recent events had pushed us much closer, and now we were planning to get married.

Trudy was the only fly in this ointment, and I continued to keep my guard up.

After all, she had vandalized my car, had me beaten up, and, to top it off, the nasty email she had sent out to all of Robert’s friends and family. I honestly didn’t know what she would do next, but I assumed this wasn’t over until the police arrested her.

Last night Robert was so passionate with me. We had embraced and made love as soon as we returned to Robert’s condo. It was like he just opened himself to me and displayed his raw feelings for me. No one had ever made love to me like that before, and I was trembling with joy just thinking about it. I glanced over at Robert in bed, and he was still fast asleep. These last few weeks had been very hard on him, and I was glad that he was sleeping. He had a few sleepless nights worrying about Trudy. I found it interesting that carrying a handgun allowed me to sleep better. I lifted my pillow and placed the Glock on the night table.

I quietly got out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve myself, washed up a bit, and brushed my teeth. I walked into the kitchen, took my pills, and started the coffee going. I thought French toast would be good, so I made up a couple of them now frying on the stove.

Robert soon appeared, and I kissed him good morning and poured him a cup of coffee. The French toast was quickly ready, so I served us both while the second batch was on the stove.

We sat and quietly ate. I think we were both thinking about Trudy.

Finally, Robert spoke and said, “Don’t let her worry you. We have done everything we can do now. I know she will eventually make a move, but don’t let it stop you from enjoying life.”

We decided to go out to the mall and catch a movie. Afterward, we would have dinner together.

We wandered around the mall, and Robert was patient with me as I went into a few dress shops, and he waited and watched as I could come out wearing something new. When I asked him if he liked the outfit, he said, I love it. Anything you wear looks great. I bought a couple of pantsuits as well. We dropped them off in the car and went back inside to see a movie.

It was a thriller, all about a crazy ex-wife who decided to take revenge on her ex-husband and his fiancé. This movie hit a little close to home for both of us. When I saw the ex-wife sneaking up behind the fiancé, I wanted to shout out and warn her. Robert gripped my hand tightly and whispered, it’s only a movie. If you haven’t seen it, I don’t want to spoil the ending for you, but I was on the edge of my seat through most of it. The movie was therapeutic for me, too, as I could see where the fiancé made some terrible mistakes. I felt that I could do better if I were in that situation. I would have to do better.

After the movie, we went over to the House of Spaghetti, and we both enjoyed a great Italian meal. We shared a bottle of wine, and it was very romantic. I told Robert we should come back here for dinner with the kids sometime.

We returned to Robert’s condo and sat down in front of the fire, cuddling up together with another bottle of wine. We made out with each other on the sofa and soon were in the bedroom, tearing each other’s clothes off. Robert expertly brought me to multiple orgasms again, and of course, I started him with a blowjob and let him fuck my tits too. He ate my pussy out and fucked me hard once more. God, Robert was so good at this. He knew exactly how to please me, and I learned how to please him. Every time we had sex together, it was better and never dull for us.

Later in the week, we showed up at Robert’s parents’ home for Thanksgiving dinner. I had such a great time. My parents, siblings, and their families, the kids were there, and Robert’s brothers were also there with their families. Their house was big, but it was overflowing with people. After a beautiful dinner, the guys all went to watch football, and all the girls were in the kitchen cleaning up, drinking wine, and picking over the remains of the giant turkey. Everyone was so lovely to me, and no one asked me any embarrassing questions. I thought about how well everyone got along. I was genuinely thankful that day for all the love I received.

Trudy

As Trudy splashed gasoline around Lauren’s bedroom, she looked over at the lifeless body on the bed. While Trudy stood in the bedroom doorway, she flicked a Zippo lighter and tossed it into the gas. It all went up with a whoosh, and Trudy quickly left the house. She stood on the lawn and watched as the place soon became engulfed in flames. Feeling elated, she turned and walked away.

“One down, two to go,” she muttered to herself.

A couple of days later, Trudy checked out of her hotel and packed up her things, ready to leave for the airport. Getting into her rental, Trudy looked at her new passport, and it displayed a good photo of her showing the name Laurel Michelle Lewiston. “They did good work, changing the passport photo to look original.” Smiling, she thought, “Laurel won’t be needing her passport anymore.” She hoped she wouldn’t have any problems re-entering the US.

Chapter 8

Robert

I was so happy these days living with Sandra. I felt like I was on a high every day. I never used to believe there was a soulmate out there for me. After 20 years of marriage to Trudy, I felt like that was a lie. Sure, we had gotten along together, but I realized there was never real love in that marriage. She had been nice to me, and we regularly had sex until we had the kids, and then she always had a headache. She just stopped being intimate with me, but for maybe a couple of times a year. I wasn’t sure what I had done, but I eventually just stayed in the marriage for our kids and gave them the love and guidance they needed from me. I was upset when she divorced me, but it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me, as it sent me down the path to meet Sandra.

Now Sandra is everything that Trudy never could be. She loves me and tells me so. She is kind to me and always seems to know what I think. We have lived together for these last few weeks, and we never fight since we never get into an argument. We seem to be on the same wavelength. I think we will soon be finishing each other’s sentences.

I picked up Sandra from her work late afternoon, and we kissed in the car. We went over to a Pizza place and shared a deluxe pizza. Afterward, we did a little shopping together for some groceries and things we needed. It was such fun just doing everyday things with Sandra, and I enjoyed her company so much it was like I had known her my whole life. Once we got home, we opened a bottle of wine and cuddled together on the sofa while watching a movie. We kept kissing each other and embracing, and soon we had removed our clothes and were passionately exploring each other’s bodies. I knew exactly how to please Sandra now, and I used my expertise to keep her in a constant state of bliss. She would moan and tell me to fuck her or lick her or tweak her nipples, and I would continue to kiss her and use my tongue to explore the wonderous folds of her vagina. She was so hungry for my cock, that she pushed me back and pounced on it and soon brought me to the edge. She gave me a wink and stopped, with me teetering on the edge of release, and smiled.

“Relax,” she said, and I slowly came down. She then worked on my cock again, bringing me to the edge, and halting. This feeling was driving me crazy, and I loved knowing that she was in control of my release and wouldn’t let me touch myself. Sandra continued this for almost an hour. I had never had anyone do this to me before, and it was amazing how long she kept my urge to cum at bay. Finally, Sandra went in and licked and sucked my shaft, and when I ejaculated, it was like a dam had burst. It seemed like I wouldn’t stop cumming, and even afterward, my body continued to spasm, trying to find more cum for me to shoot. I had never experienced an orgasm as long and hard as that.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Robert?” asked Sandra with a big grin.

“My God, Sandra, where on earth did you learn how to do that?”

She smiled at me and kissed me. “A woman never shares some secrets.”

I embraced her, and we kissed passionately together.

Trudy

Trudy got into the customs line after making it back to the US. She patiently waited until it was her turn in front of an inspector. She smiled and handed him her passport and declaration card. He scanned it, looked at his screen, and asked her a couple of questions. He then stamped her passport and said Welcome home, and she walked past him.

Trudy picked up her luggage at the carousel and walked over to a rental car counter. She picked up a car and drove over to a hotel in town. Once inside her room, Trudy set up her laptop and scanned for new developments. She checked the Kenyan news site, and there was a story about the fire. The police suspected it was a suicide, and the young woman had killed herself with sleeping pills and set her place on fire as she lost consciousness. Trudy made a mental note, “I need to buy a new lighter.”

Sandra

Robert and I were enjoying breakfast at his place on Saturday morning, and I asked him, “What do you think we should do about living arrangements?”

“I have an idea I can bounce off you, Sandra. This place is a rental, and I have about nine months left on the lease now. It would probably be easy for me to sublet this place furnished, and we could stay at your townhouse, that’s if you don’t mind. What do you think?”

“That would work fine, Robert. You wouldn’t have to worry about your furniture at this point, and you only need to bring your computer, clothes, and personal items over to my place.”

Robert kissed me, and we embraced each other. It seems so easy with Robert coming into my life. It would have been perfect if his crazy ex-wife wasn’t plotting to screw things up, but we would deal with her when she appeared again. I did not doubt that we had not seen the last of Trudy.

We hired a small moving van, and Robert brought some boxes out of his storage locker. We packed up the things he needed to get over to my place, and we carried them into the van. The kids came out to help us, so we packed everything up in no time. I packed up the things Robert had in his fridge into a cooler.

At the other end, we brought everything into my place, and I gave the kids a tour of our home. My kids hadn’t been over in a while, and they liked what I had done with it, and Robert’s kids thought the place was great too. We returned the van to the rental site, and then we all went out for dinner to the Crackerbee’s. We all had a great time, and our kids told us of the adventures they had been going on together. Robert and I listened to them speak glowingly of each other. We smiled and squeezed our hands together under the table.

“You all seem to be getting quite serious with each other if I must say.”

“The kids replied, “No, no, we are all just great friends, but I noticed they all blushed a little bit.”

“Even when Robert and I get married, there are no restrictions on you from having any relations if you start getting serious with each other. Then they all blushed profusely, and I smiled sweetly at them.”

After we had a delightful dinner, we thanked them for helping Robert move in with me, and we all left the restaurant together. The kids all promised to call us, and we waved goodnight to them.

Robert and I made it back to my place, and I helped him set up his computer on a spare desk in my office. We had it up and running in no time, and I showed Robert an empty drawer in my filing cabinet to place his files.

We got his clothes packed in my walk-in closet, and we finished the unpacking.
I gave Robert a remote for his car, and he drove around behind my place and parked beside my Porsche.

“They did a great job making your carport secure, Sandra. It looks very sturdy.”
“I think so as well. No one can get in back here any longer.”

I showed Robert how to set up the security system on his phone, activate it, and see the camera feeds remotely. The security system would now alert him if there were any alarms too. I also gave him the security code to disarm the system.
We then sat down and watched a movie and shared some popcorn and soft drinks. I snuggled up beside Robert, and he made me feel safe in his arms.

After the movie was over, we went upstairs to our bedroom and helped each other undress. Robert was kissing me in no time. We fell on the bed together and continued to make out with each other. Since he enjoyed it so much the last time, I played with Robert’s cock for an hour and edged him again, bringing him almost to the point of climax, over and over, until I let him explode in my mouth. Being the good little bad girl, I made sure to swallow every drop.

Robert then decided to give me his complete tongue service package and kept me in a state of orgasmic bliss for our second hour. I still didn’t know how he did this so well, but he seemed to be able to bring me to orgasm over and over. Robert was always able to satisfy me completely.

He was rock-hard at this point, and as he came up kissing my girls and then upon my neck and began French kissing my lips, his massive tool entered my sex and began to pound away on me. He continued to keep me in a constant state of orgasm, and I could feel the pressure building in my vagina as I furiously rubbed my clitoris, and we both exploded and came together. I was amazed at the power of my last orgasm and that Robert hadn’t atomized me into tiny bits. We kissed each other until we both floated back down to earth again.

We continued to kiss until slumber overtook us, and we fell asleep.

On Sunday, we decided to go over to the country club and play another round of golf together. I told Robert it was a rematch, and I would win this time.
He grinned and said, “Well, you certainly can try to win.”

It was neck and neck through the front nine, and we tied each other. We stopped for a hotdog and chatted a bit, with me telling Robert I would get him on the back nine.

Well, things didn’t go as planned for me. I built up a significant lead and almost had Rob, but the pond on the 17th hole was calling for a tribute from me. I couldn’t believe it but hit two balls into the water from the tee. I didn’t want to try for three, so we walked up to the ball drop point, and wouldn’t you know it, I fluffed another one into the water. Robert was grinning from ear to ear as I finally hit a shot on the green. I ended up with a stroke behind him after that disaster hole. On the 18th tee, Robert hit a thundering shot down the fairway. I walked up to the ladies’ tee and swung my best tee shot of the day, just short of the green. Robert picked me up in the car, and we drove down to his ball. His second shot landed on the green, and I walked up to my ball.

“I don’t know how you made that shot, but it’s around 270 yards from the ladies’ tee. Have you been taking vitamins? I thought ladies were supposed to be weak, and he just laughed at me.”

I smiled at Robert and took out my wedge, hitting a beautiful shot right at the pin, and it rolled up to within two feet of the hole. We drove up to the green, and we both got out our putters. I tapped my ball in and told Robert he had to sink his putt to win now as we were once again tied.

Robert looked at his 20-foot putt from all angles, he was nervous, and I think the pressure was getting to him. Anyways, he didn’t hit it hard enough, and it stopped 6 feet short of the hole. I then told him he had to sink the putt in to tie, or I would win the match. Once again, Robert took his time, made a few practice swings, and then made his putt. The ball went right up to the hole, and it just stopped at the edge without dropping in.

I shouted out, “Yay, I win!”

And I jumped in the air. Wouldn’t you know it? As I landed, the thump on the ground was enough to cause the ball to drop into the hole.

Robert doubled over, laughing at the surprised look on my face after realizing what I had done. I started laughing as well, and we embraced and kissed each other for a great match.

We went back to the clubhouse and met up with his golfing buddies. We shared a few beers with them, and Robert had to tell them the story on the 18th green as I smiled and blushed. He also announced that we were engaged, and I showed them my new engagement ring. The guys whistled at the size of the expensive rock on my finger.

Robert smiled and said, “Sandra is worth every penny, boys.”

We all went over to the restaurant and had dinner with his friends. They were great guys and never told stupid sexist jokes, at least not while I was within earshot of them. They asked us when the wedding was going to be.

“We haven’t decided yet, and we have one outstanding issue that we must take care of before we get married. My ex-wife has been causing trouble for us, and we must get this issue resolved before we can make any plans. But consider yourselves all invited.”

They thought it was sad to hear but wished us the best of luck and hoped we could get her out of our lives for good.

After we finished our dinner, we bid his friends goodbye, and of course, they all wanted me to kiss them goodbye, and I happily obliged. Robert and I left the clubhouse holding hands and drove back to the townhouse.

We got back about an hour later, and we entered from the carport. We both went inside, and Robert turned off the alarm. I stayed downstairs and put some things away, and the doorbell rang.
Robert said, “I will get it.”

I looked at my phone and shouted, “No! Robert, don’t open the door,” as I could see Trudy on the video camera, and she was holding some device in her hand.
But it was too late, I heard a Taser going off and a sudden thud as Robert fell to the floor. I called 9-1-1 on my phone, and I turned off the volume on the phone when I heard an operator answer.

“I whispered into the phone, I have an emergency, there is an armed intruder in my home, and she has rendered my boyfriend unconscious with a taser. I am hiding from her right now. I have the volume turned off, but you will hear everything. I am at 504 Houghton St.

“Shit,” I said under my breath. I wasn’t wearing my gun. Where did I leave it?
I turned off the lights, and I quietly crept into my office, and in the dark, I opened the small wall safe. Thank God it had a backlit keypad. I removed my gun, quietly loaded a clip, and cocked it. I silently waited.

I heard Trudy calling my name, and she said, “I know you are down there, Sandra. Why don’t you come upstairs, and we can talk?”

I said nothing but sat down on the floor, underneath my desk. My eyes adjusted to the gloom, and I waited for Trudy to appear.

Within a couple of minutes, Trudy appeared in the office doorway, still holding her Taser. I let her turn on the light, and then I fired on her, shooting six rounds. Trudy gasped, fired the taser at me, and crumpled to the floor. I looked up, and there were taser darts embedded in the desk. My ears were ringing from the percussion, and I grabbed the phone. I told the operator that I shot her using my handgun, and please send an ambulance with the police.

I got out from underneath the desk and pulled the Taser away from Trudy. She still had a pulse, and she wasn’t dead yet. I stepped over her and went up the stairs and found Robert unconscious. Trudy had bound his hands and feet with zip ties.

I heard sirens approaching, so I opened the front door and turned on the lights. I went up to my kitchen, got a pair of scissors, and cut the zip ties off Robert. I looked downstairs and saw Trudy was still lying there, but I reloaded my gun with a second clip, just in case she came to and tried something.

Robert slowly regained consciousness. He still had the taser wires connected to him, and I didn’t want to pull them out.

He looked at me and said, Trudy?

“I’m sorry, Robert, I shot her though I didn’t kill her, and I was lucky she never thought I would carry a gun. Your ex-wife made the mistake of bringing a taser to a gunfight,” and I gave him a weak smile.

He kissed me and said, “I have a splitting headache.”

“I guess 50,000 volts running through your body will do that to you,” and kissed him back.

At this point, the police ran up the steps. I placed my gun on the ground and raised my hands. I told them I was the owner of this home, and I had shot a woman in the basement who tried to assault me with a taser, which is over there. She tasered my boyfriend when he opened the door. The police went downstairs to check on Trudy just as the paramedics arrived. I told them Trudy was shot and was in the basement. They put Trudy on a stretcher, handcuffed her to it, and then took her to the hospital. A couple of detectives arrived, and I asked everyone, would you let me make you some coffee? I think we could all use one by now.

I helped Robert up to the kitchen, and I made a fresh pot of coffee. I brought out sugar and cream and some cookies for everyone, and as we enjoyed the coffee, we told the story to the detectives.

The police were aware of the assault on me and the warrant out for Trudy. Robert started and told them everything his ex-wife Trudy had done to us in the last couple of months. Robert told him we had just gotten back in the house and the doorbell rang, and just as Sandra here told me not to open the door, I had opened it, and Trudy was standing there with the Taser and let me have it. I don’t remember anything else until Sandra was here holding me after I regained consciousness.

I added that Trudy put zip ties on his arms and legs. I don’t know what she was planning, but it wasn’t anything good.

I told the police how I quietly obtained my gun from my office safe, loaded it, and waited for Trudy to find me in my office. I got under my desk to make it harder for her to see me. But when she entered with the Taser, I fired as soon as she turned on the lights, or she would have tasered me like my boyfriend, instead of missing me.

The officers nodded and took the Taser and my handgun for evidence. I didn’t mind since it served its purpose, which saved our lives.

Robert looked out the window and said, “I see Trudy’s car parked across the street.”

They found her purse that contained her car keys. One of the officers opened the car to search it, and he came back and told the detective that there were two full 5-gallon containers of gasoline in the car’s trunk.

Robert and I looked at each other, and I said, “Would she have torched our house with us inside?”

The detective replied, “It’s a distinct possibility. She didn’t have a gun but intended to stun you both, and it would have been a terrible way for you to die. We will have to look into this matter further since it looks like she is guilty of attempted murder.”

Robert said, “Trudy seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth for a month.”

The detectives responded, “We checked and found her passport was registered when she left the USA for Kenya a month ago. But the strange thing, she has not been recorded as entering the country again, and we think she came back in under a different name, probably because she found a warrant was out for her arrest.”

Robert replied, “That was my fault. I emailed her to turn herself in police custody and said there was a warrant out for her arrest.”

Robert looked down at the wires coming out of his chest and quickly pulled them out. He winced and said, that’s better. Do you guys need these for evidence? The police took the taser wires and put them in a bag.

The police made up their reports and asked us more questions. Eventually, they left, and Robert and I just looked at each other. It’s over, we both exclaimed and kissed each other.

We sat on the sofa, and I turned on some music, and we just relaxed in each other’s arms and drank wine.

Epilogue

Sandra

It’s been over a year since the police arrested Trudy in our home. We found a few surprises throughout the police investigation, but the police pieced together Trudy’s whereabouts for that missing month.

Trudy left Robert for another woman named Laurel, and she was a doctor that worked at the hospital where she was a Radiologist. This doctor planned to move to Kenya to work for Doctors without Borders. Trudy was originally going to go with Laurel, but she decided not to go with her in the end.

We think at that point, Trudy decided to get back together with Robert, but he would have no part of her, having met me.

Trudy then had my car vandalized and had me beaten up. She then flew to Kenya to meet back up with Laurel again. But Laurel had moved on with a new girlfriend, and Trudy found out when meeting her. While she was in Kenya, she sent an email from her hotel that attempted to discredit me, and it blew up in her face, with us becoming engaged. A week later, Laurel seemingly committed suicide, and her house had burned to the ground. The Kenyan police suspected that Trudy had a hand in her murder and the torching of her home. She returned to the US under Laurel’s passport, doctored with her photo. She then attempted to murder us in our home, and she would have probably torched our place with us helplessly bound inside.

Unfortunately for Trudy, she didn’t make it. I shot her six times, and she had severe organ damage with internal bleeding. I am not a killer, but Trudy had left me no choice but to take her down. At point-blank range, that was easy.

Still, there are nights when I wake up in a cold sweat after reliving that moment in my dreams. Robert is there to console me and help me relax again. Sometimes I cry and become depressed. Robert has told me many times that I did what I had to do to protect myself. He continued saying Trudy would have tasered you as well, and we would have both died in this house after she set it on fire. Not only did you save your own life, but you saved my life as well. There was nothing you did that should have made you feel guilty. Trudy forced you to defend yourself.

Trudy would have been in prison for our attempted murder had she survived. The Kenyan government tried her and found her guilty for the murder of Laurel in absentia. They had initially assumed that Trudy was hiding in the country since she left no record of leaving Kenya. They only found out when the police followed up on Laurel’s passport to the Kenyan government.

I know this sounds completely crazy, but Trudy was consumed by wanting revenge on us. Lucky for us, neither Robert nor I were injured.

But enough with that ancient history. Today is my wedding day. We found a church that would marry us, and I got to wear my new wedding gown. The kids agreed to be our bridesmaids and groomsmen. My dad will be giving me away, and Robert’s older brother will be his best man. My sister Jenny agreed to be my maid of honor. We have the country club booked for our wedding reception afterward. And we are going to Bora Bora for our honeymoon.

I must add that our kids are all dating each other, and whenever they visit us, they come as a group. I talked with Tom and Jessica.

“Robert’s kids are great people, but if you are getting serious with each other, please finish your education and start your career before you think of getting married.”

They both turned red and said, “MOM!” in unison. Robert told me he received the same response from George and Sarah.

I am nervous as all heck as I sit with my bridesmaids (Sarah and Jessica), my sister Jenny, who is my maid of honor, and my father. We are all crammed into a tiny room at the church entrance, waiting for the call. My dad is more nervous than I am.

I exclaimed, “Here we go, girls, as I hear the music is starting up. Let’s go, Dad!”

The ushers opened the church doors, and the girls went out ahead of us. We all stood up, and I waited for the bridesmaids to file out of the room. Dad and I joined arms as I held my floral bouquet, and then we stood behind them.
I looked at Dad and asked him, “Are you ready for this?”

He grinned and told me, “You know, I never had to do this when you first got married. I am nervous, but it’s an honor for me to walk you down the aisle.
Robert doesn’t realize what a lucky man he truly is.”

I smiled, “I think he knows how lucky he is, Dad. Let’s go.”

I walked down the central aisle of the church beside my father. Everyone had turned towards us as we proceeded towards the altar. Dad was smiling from ear to ear, just like a Cheshire Cat, since he was proud of his daughter. I looked side to side and smiled at my friends and colleagues. As I approached the front of the church, I could see my family all smiling at me. Of course, many women, including my mother, were already crying.

While the wedding march was playing, I had to be content with our slow advance down the aisle. I looked at the altar, and I could see the love of my life, Robert, standing proudly beside his brother as he waited for me to arrive. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo, I wanted to run towards him, but dad had a death grip on me and wouldn’t let me.

Finally, our walk to the altar ended. Robert stepped down to meet us. He shook my father’s hand, and then dad took my hand and Robert’s and brought us together. Dad told us he was happy for us both.

I walked up beside Robert, and he whispered, “You look stunning.”

Holding hands, we turned and walked up the altar to where the Pastor was standing. Dad returned to sit beside mom, who I figured was probably crying her eyes out by now. We both stood in front of the Pastor, and he began to speak to us about marriage.

I must be honest. I was in such a daze that I barely remember the ceremony after that. Then it was time to say our wedding vows. We had a microphone in front of us so that the entire church would hear us, and I prayed that I wouldn’t mess up my vows. The Pastor started and let us each recite our vows, and he had told us he would only step in to help if we forgot our lines.

“I, Robert, take you, Sandra, to be my wife, my partner in life, and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you and honor you. I will laugh with you and cry with you. Through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. Whatever may come, I will always be there for you. As I have given you my hand to hold, I give you my life to keep.”

“I, Sandra, take you, Robert, to be my husband, my partner in life, and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you and honor you. I will laugh with you and cry with you. Through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. Whatever may come, I will always be there for you. As I have given you my hand to hold, I give you my life to keep.”

Then he told us to put on our wedding bands, and Robert’s brother Mike, his best man, came forward with them. Robert placed one ring on my finger, and I set the other one on his finger.

Then the Pastor told Robert, “You may now kiss the bride.”

He slowly lifted my veil over my head, and we both gave each other a warm kiss and embraced for what was appropriate in a church. Everyone in the church clapped once we had finished. We then walked up the aisle as everyone congratulated us and entered one of the small rooms in the back of the church, where we signed the wedding documents.

After we completed signing the paperwork, I took my floral bouquet, and Robert and I left the church as a newly married couple. Everyone was waiting for us on the steps, and I tossed my flowers to the crowd of girls that had gathered to catch them. Everyone congratulated us. We smiled and waved as they threw confetti and rice at us. A limo was waiting at the curb, and we got into it. The bridal party got into the remaining limo to follow us to the photographer’s studio. We told everyone in our families to come to the studio, and they followed us there.

Once we got to the studio, they set us up and took many photos of us, and I made sure I caught the light and gave them my best poses for the camera. They also took pictures of my brides’ maids and me and Robert with his grooms. Of course, they were all our children now. Mom and Dad, along with Robert’s parents, were in a picture with our children and us. Finally, we went to a large studio where we got a group shot of everyone in our families standing together. The photographers completed their photoshoot, and it was time to go to the country club for the wedding reception, which had already started for our guests.

We piled back into the limos and headed off, with our families following in their cars.

The reception was superb. We drove up in style, and we entered as a group. People were laughing and clapping for us as we entered the ballroom, and people were congratulating us non-stop. We formed a wedding reception line, and people came up and congratulated us, one by one. The Montgomery family, and my family, congratulated us first. My friends from work congratulated me, along with our dear family friends. Everyone we had invited when I was engaged to Robert was also there. Even Robert’s golfing friends and their wives were here. They all told me they wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Rob’s old friend Nick and his wife also told me how proud they were of us. Many people had brought us gifts and envelopes, and we had a table set up for wedding presents. It was just so overwhelming.

Eventually, we were able to sit at the head table. Our parents and siblings all sat at one large table right before us. I noticed that our kids had paired off on either side of us at the head table. They were getting along great. Robert brought me over a glass of wine, and the waiters served us some appetizers. We enjoyed talking to everyone, and people would continually stop in front and speak to us. Everyone was so friendly, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

We eventually were all seated, and they began to serve us dinner, asking us our choice of entrée. Our entrées were delicious, as the catering was top-notch. The waiters kept our glasses filled with wine and removed our empty plates.

We got through the desert and coffee, and then it was time for speeches. Mr. Montgomery, Robert’s dad, went first and delivered a beautiful speech telling everyone how proud he was of his son and that he was honored to welcome me as a new daughter to their family. My dad then got up and made a little speech telling me how proud he was of me. He also talked about how nervous he was walking his daughter down the aisle and giving her away to Robert.

Then Robert’s brother Mike, his best man, gave his address. He was funny and told the crowd about a few of Robert’s embarrassing moments when they were younger. My maid of honor, my sister Jenny, gave a great speech, and she didn’t embarrass me too much. She talked about how she remembered me first as her brother but now as her sister and said she was proud of me. (And Jenny added that she liked me far better as her sister.) Our children all got up, and each made a speech about how proud they were to call me mom and Robert, their dad. Robert got up and made a speech about his new wife and how he first met me.

“When I first saw Sandra, I knew that I would somehow marry her. For me, it was love at first sight. I soon found out that Sandra was much more than I expected, but I realized she was still the girl for me, and I went after her. It looks like I succeeded since we are both here today. I love you, Sandra, and I make a promise in front of everyone here today that I will always love you.”

After I stopped crying, I also gave a short speech about my fine husband and lovely children.

“You have no idea how happy I am today with Robert, our family, and all our friends. Robert is the love of my life, and I don’t know how I would do without him. You can’t make yourself fall in love with someone. Love is, and love happens, and between Robert and I, we both fell madly in love from the first moment we laid eyes on each other. I just knew he was the man for me that first night. I was so happy when I found out that he felt the same way about me.
This effect has seemed to rub off on our kids too. Once we introduced them to each other, they were inseparable from one another. I wouldn’t be surprised if we were back here soon congratulating them.”

I looked over at them, and they were all beet red, and I smiled. Then any friends or family were able to say a few words.

After the speeches, we walked over to cut the wedding cake. Robert and I had a large knife, and together, we cut a big slice out of it, and everyone clapped. The chefs took over and served wedding cake to everyone.

Eventually, it was time for our first dance. My father got up and escorted me to the dance floor. The Blue Danube waltz music started, and we began to waltz around the room. After a minute or so, Robert walked up and cut in, and we continued our dance. The groomsmen and bridesmaids all joined in, and the entire bridal party was out waltzing around the dance floor. Robert kept telling me that I was the most beautiful woman in the room, and he kept kissing me throughout the dance. As I was smiling up at Robert, my mind returned to the old Cinderella movie, and I felt like a princess at the ball.

The next dance was to modern music, and other people stepped out and danced. Robert and I danced to a few more songs, and then we went back for a short break. I had enough time for a bit of water before Robert’s father asked me to dance, and Robert danced with his mother. We changed dance partners for the rest of the evening. I was tired, but I kept going and danced with many guests. It was fun, and I had an excellent time for the entire evening.

The night’s end was approaching, and I waved goodbye to everyone along with Robert, and we left the reception. We got into a waiting limo, and they drove us over to the Ritz Hotel, where Robert checked us into the honeymoon suite
The bellhop took our bags, and we followed him into the elevator and went up to our suite. The bellhop opened the door; Robert quickly picked me up and walked over the threshold with me in his arms.

After he placed me on my feet, Robert tipped the bellhop, and he opened the bottle of champagne waiting on ice for us, along with a tray of appetizers. The honeymoon would start tonight, and the passion was only beginning as we slowly kissed each other.

As we sipped champagne from our flutes, Robert smiled and looked at me.

He kissed me again and said, “Thank you for marrying me, Sandra. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I will love you for the rest of my life.”

With tears in my eyes, I kissed and embraced him, and our night of passion had only just begun.

The End

Karen Clayborne smirked as her ex-husband walked by wearing a wedding gown. She watched her ex-husband’s wedding ceremony from the back of the church. No one had invited her, but Karen had found out about the wedding through a friend. She was wearing a large hat and sunglasses so no one would recognize her. She thought to herself, “So my tranny ex-husband found someone who would marry him and make him their wife. Amazingly, he does look great dressed up. Maybe I should have stayed with him to see if we could have made things work out. We might have been good together.” As the other people in the church started clapping, Karen turned away with a sudden pang of regret and quietly walked towards the doors. She wiped a tear from her eye as she left the church.