How Kevin Became Finesse

I hung my head in shame. After that my relationship with Monica was no longer one of a husband and wife, but more like a relationship between sisters or girlfriends. I had always liked women's fashion and cosmetics, and now I would help Monica with her make up and advise her on sexy things to wear - like a sister would do. She would tell me about JJ and the things they did together in bed, and we would giggle like a couple of horny prostitutes!

Since Monica had cut me off of sex with her, I had to content myself with masturbating to internet porn, and fantasizing my pretty little wife, wriggling naked in the buff arms of her black boyfriend! I became seriously addicted to interracial straight porn, and I began to fantasize about what if I was a woman? Annie had this sexy Frederick's of Hollywood black, silk shortie robe that she wore around the house. One night I was stroking my cock naked in front of the full length mirror, and admiring my soft looking body. On impulse I put on the shortie robe and smeared my lips with one of my wife's lipsticks.

After awhile it was out in the open, and JJ started coming by our apartment complex in his yellow Corvette to pick up Monica. He had a deep bass voice - really masculine. My voice was soft, sometimes people mistook me on the phone for a woman because of my voice! I remember the first time JJ knocked at the door. Monica was still getting ready, so she told me to let him in. I was trembling in fear and - mostly - from embarrassment! Can you imagine, having to meet my wife's black boyfriend - face to face! I gathered all my courage and opened the door. My knees were shaking from a mixture of fear and embarrassment. I was smiling nervously, but he just looked at me as if I were a bug. "Where Monica at?," he said.

"She's almost ready," I said. "Won't you come in?" I stepped aside as he entered our apartment. "Excuse the mess," I said, apologetically - like I was the wife!