[Clintdear]

There is something special about being the receptive partner. I'm girly in bed, and my partner likes it that way.

But I wasn't always that way before I met him.

When we first got together we had a lot of oral sex, but something was missing. Neither one of us had a lot of sexual experience as we were in our early twenties. After dating for awhile we moved in together. I tried to be manly, but he saw right through it. He's bigger and stronger, I'm weak and passive.

As time went on we began to differentiate our roles in our relationship. He became much more the man of the house, and I evolved into taking on more of the nurturing role as a woman might. I did our laundry, the shopping, and most of the cooking and cleaning. He made the bigger paycheck, did the bills, and helped me where I needed it.

We were joking around during a Victoria Secrets ad, and he suggested I start "wearing the panties around here". I let him know I liked the idea, and the next day at bedtime, he gave me a present in a red gift wrapped Victoria Secret box.

I opened it carefully, and tried not to look too excited. It was a pink baby-doll nighty.

The card said "To my sweetheart, who is my special husband". I was off guard and speechless, not really knowing how to act.

I gave him a big hug, hoping he didn't see the moisture in my eyes. He simply told me, "Please, wear it just for me and see if you like it."
To which I replied. "Of course I will, Honey."

That's when he began to really take interest in me down there, eating it and rubbing it, drawing my attention to a new possibility.

He also touched my ass a lot more than before. I bed he always rubbed it, out of bed he rubbed it. I was getting excited every time he touched it. Two years ago I forgot I had an ass, now it's a part of my sexuality.

Gradually we added more and more lingerie as it was obvious I loved how I was learning to me more fully feminine in his presence, yet still be his gay male husband in public. Every night I wore some article of lingerie.

When I dressed for him I was mentally and physically his girl. And that is what he wanted. We lived together for nearly a year before we discovered this about ourselves.

Then we went on a seven day gay cruise.

We agreed that our cruise would be a great and memorable occasion.

On day one, he started widening me up using his fingers. Before "nap time" the next day, I cleaned up in the shower and douched and lube up my pussy and worked to stretch it a little more. I put on his favorite neglige with peek-a-boo slits for my nipples to show. I slithered into the bed and into his arms knowing it was time. We were going to "do it".

He was careful and gentle about it. He took his time, and it must have been a half hour of gentle probes. At each step he paused to let me stretch a little more, then pushed in a millimeter more in. We'd pause to make out and I'd push a little and so would he. Finally we got the head in. After that, everything went smooth.

I'll never forget the feeling of his moving in and out of me, pausing and retreating, then pushing deeply and squeezing his cock larger so I could respond with a squeeze of my own.

When he couldn't hold back anymore, I'll never forget the huge torrent of cum I got. We hadn't had sex for a week, and It was wonderful to feel him pulsing inside me delivering a mega-dose of seed inside of me.

After that we rested and laid around and made out. He made it clear to me that pooping it out was disrespectful, and to stay with him until it was absorbed -none of that porn star squirt it out nonsense. I snuggled into his armpit and went to sleep. (yes, I love his underarm smell after we have sex.)

There is just something very special about taking my man's cock. I feel I'm doing my duty by doing the best I can to bring him pleasure as he strives to do his duty and deliver his seed into me. It's a hugely emotional experience for me knowing we each are achieving our sexual goals as our roles are laid out for us.

It really makes me feel like I've validated my sexuality with him on my terms. That he understands my role as feminine, and is kind enough to reinforce for me that I take his dick as a woman should, and he loves me for it. And I love him for doing it.

He's not all that fond of me putting the dick him, and I don't care if he doesn't, so we rarely do that. I suck him, or he fucks me, and I either cum or I don't. If I don't me makes me cum either with his mouth or his hand.

I learned that if I clenched my hole tightly and things line up properly, I can often cum! I climax probably half the time when he fucks me. I'm very fortunate.

We are both in our 50's now, and my orgasms tingle for at least an hour, and my skin is extremely sensitive after climax. I don't take hormones or anything, but I think my sexual response has gotten more feminine over the years. And thanks to Viagra, I'm never far away from being able to have sex with my husband, and having the honor of carrying his sperm whenever I'm with him.

Did I mention I enjoy being his "man wife"?