A New Year's Resolution

She ignored my curious looks and asked if we'd enjoyed ourselves the previous night. I nodded, still thinking of the fullness of some of those performers' breasts, the shape of their hips and their small slender hands and feet. They hadn't looked like men. She and my wife were laughing and talking about the evening, so when my wife asked about their breasts, I perked my ears up.

My partner's wife began explaining the process they went through to get like that. She said that they took female hormones, had their breasts augmented and some had plastic surgery to have their faces re-shaped and even had their testicles surgically removed! I also found out that she'd met my old partner while working as a translator at the American Embassy. That, at least partly, mollified my thoughts about her real sex. However, I still wondered about the two of them. When we got back, I began working on this story. It's been sitting on the back-burner, getting properly aged before I re-read it, corrected some spellings, awkward grammar and bad phrasing. Then I put it away again, figuring on looking it over again in a couple of weeks while I did a little more research on gay and transsexual life styles and sex. I just pulled it back up and, reading it over, it seems okay, so here goes with . . . "A New Year's Resolution."

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I awakened with a big, throbbing head. Last night had been New Year's Eve and we'd been out in mid-town Atlanta, in the heart of all the nightclubs, welcoming the new year in. Now I was paying for it. I closed my eyes and pulled my wife's hips to me, pressing my uncoiling cock against her sweet buns and pressing my chest against her velvety, slender back. My nose was all plugged up and I couldn't smell a thing. It was my usual condition when I awakened with a hangover. It would take me most of today and part of tonight to recuperate and get my sense of smell back. However, I figured that it was just as well, I wouldn't have to smell my own stinky, alcohol-laced b. o. But first, I wanted a piece of ass. I was always horny as hell when I was hung-over and fucking my alcohol-laced cum into my wife's slick pussy always helped.