De hombre a mujer

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DE HOMBRE A MUJER


INTRODUCCION

Zunilda era una compañera de esos días de estudios primarios, solo que no era una mas, ella era en extremo regordeta, era la más alta de las niñas y sufría de la crueldad del resto, los apodos le sobraban, en especial la 'niña ballena' un mote que la acompañaría por mucho tiempo y que lastimaba sus sentimientos
Era otra época, nadie hablaba de bullying como en estos tiempos, y ciertamente ella era una chica que hasta se tornaba desagradable, entiendo el dolor por las burlas punzantes, ella era introvertida, siempre con los dedos en la boca, comiéndose las uñas, y una baba persistente de sus labios, por lo cual, aunque en menor medida, también la llamaban 'la babosa'
A veces, hasta las propias maestras hacían mofa de la pobre Zunilda, quien no tenía más remedio que bajar la mirada y contener las lágrimas

Yo también era parte del grupito de abusivos dialéctico, aunque yo lo hiciera más por miedo que por placer, porque yo sabía que de no haber existido esa chica en nuestro curso, yo hubiera sido el centro de burlas, el segundo en la lista, porque tenía muchas cualidades para estar en ese maldito podio de indeseables, mi marcada tartamudez, mis lentes de aumento con grueso marco negro y el corte de cabellos 'tipo taza' que tanto odiaba y que tanto amaba mi madre
El apodo de 'marciano' se me había pegado, y mientras más me dolía, más me lo recordaban

Así pasaron nuestros días, nunca fuimos amigos, pero creo que de alguna manera, pudimos sentir en carne propia los pesares compartidos, hasta que solo crecimos y el final de los estudios primarios cerró una etapa en nuestras vidas...


AÑOS DESPUES

Un par de décadas habían pasado, ya usaba lentes modernos, con marcos más finos y vidrios pulidos, también usaba el cabello a la moda, con una linda barba pelirroja que se tornaba rubiona a través del sol, aun arrastraba la tartamudez de la infancia, pero ahora era mucho más disimulada, aun no formaba pareja y tenía un puesto muy buen remunerado en una prestigiosa entidad bancaria, había pasado por algunos puestos y en esos días estaba en atención al público, en la parte crediticia
Y el destino volvería a cruzarnos, aunque yo nunca la reconocería, una chica de largos bucles rubios que caían por su espalda casi hasta su cola, con una camisita celeste entallada marcando una escueta figura y unos sugerentes pechos, recuerdo que tenía un pantalón negro con detalles en dorado, muy ceñido, marcando curvas llamativas y unos zapatitos tacos altos que repiquetearon hasta mi escritorio cuando había llegado su turno
Venía por un préstamo, en verdad, por una constancia de cancelación de un antiguo préstamo, le pedí su DNI y su nombre, y cuando me dijo Zunilda Peralta, dejé de teclear en la notebook para mirarla por encima de los lentes
No podía ser ella, tenía el mismo nombre, pero no, no podía ser ella

Saqué el tema, de sus estudios primarios, de su grado, si tal vez...

Si - ella dijo mientras esbozaba una escueta sonrisa - Walter cierto? aun tartamudeas un poco!

Y solo se dio un corto diálogo improvisado mientras hacíamos su trámite, es que estaba hermosa, como en el cuento del patito feo ella se había transformado en un cisne, y cuando se retiró dejó su perfume impregnado en el sitio y mis ojos no pudieron más que perderse en el perfecto vaivén de sus caderas en retirada.
Por suerte, me hice consciente de que en la base de datos de banco, estaba toda la información que necesitaba sobre ella
La llamaría al día siguiente, fui directo y le propuse encontrarnos por unos tragos, a recordar de nuestros días, y si bien dio algunos rodeos, terminó aceptando

Esa tarde en el bar volvería a verla con incredulidad, llegó con una falda corta, con sus esbeltas piernas desnudas y bronceadas, dejándome conocer unos sugerentes tatuajes, era increíble...
Saque el tema de nuestros días de infancia, pero ella odiaba esa época y prefirió que nos concentremos en lo que había pasado a partir del último día que habíamos compartido aula hasta el presente
Fue cuando me contó de todo un poco, era muy parlanchina, superada, y me di cuenta que tanta humillación en la infancia solo había forjado una leona, Zunilda dejaba ver un férreo carácter y casi que monopolizaba la charla
Me dijo que odiaba ese pasado, y tiempo después se metió en un gimnasio, y poco a poco modeló la mujer que hoy era, y esa mujer que veía, las burlas de la infancia le habían hecho capas y mas capas de protección y defensas y no solo había afilado su cuerpo, también sus defensas, por lo cual podía ser muy hiriente al hablar

Me dijo que estaba saliendo de una complicada relación de pareja, según sus palabras, el hombre con el que estaba nunca se había moldeado a sus pretensiones, y hasta me confesó algunas infidelidades de su parte.
También hablamos un poco de mi, me dijo que estaba cambiado, aunque siempre conservaba el brillo de los ojos de aquellos días y obviamente, algún deslice en mi dicción, pero que ya casi no se notaba
Una cosa llevó a otra, nuevas salidas, nos 're' conocimos, nos 're' encontramos, nos cruzamos en la cama y sin imaginarlo terminamos formando pareja para convivir bajo el mismo techo


LA CONVIVENCIA

La convivencia con Zunilda iría cambiando poco a poco, lentamente, casi sin darme cuenta, habíamos empezado un cincuenta y cincuenta, pero ella fue inclinando la balanza hacia su lado, tal vez por esa actitud dominante tan marcada que ella tenía, tal vez por mi pasividad e intromisión que mantenía aun desde la niñes, pero en algunos años, era ella quien hacía y deshacía todo a su voluntad, a su manera y un poco pude ponerme en los zapatos de su ex y entender el motivo de la separación.
Es que con ella, todo era como decía ella, o no era nada, Zunilda casi no daba lugar a discusión, a planteos, y jamás reconocía un error, siempre buscaba en terceros a los responsables de los fracasos de sus decisiones
Y yo la amaba, era muy buena en la cama, y estaba tan cegado a ese amor que poco a poco sucumbí a sus dominios, como un títere, ella movía los hilos invisibles que manejaban mi vida

Y en algún punto me resigné a su sofoco, a su dedo índice dictatorial, y las cosas se hacían a su manera, 'veinticuatro siete', tanto fuera de la cama, como dentro de ella
Y es que Zunilda, parecía decidida a abrir nuestra pareja, un tanto aburrida de la rutina, del día a día, y de la monogamia y de la fidelidad, ella jugaba un juego peligroso de insinuaciones, directas o indirectas y no le incomodaba en seducir a terceros con esa forma 'inocente' que tienen las mujeres para hacerlo, aunque solo fuera para tantear mi reacción
Solo había un detalle, para ella, el abrir la pareja solo implicaban otros hombres ya que en su mente, no había otras mujeres


LA PRIMERA VEZ

La primera vez llegaría después de un momento demasiado incómodo, llegaba fin de año y había una cena de despedida de año del banco donde yo trabajaba en esos días, algo muy usual, como agradecimiento de un nuevo año que se cerraba, era costumbre, empleado y acompañante
Zunilda se había comprado un vestido pegado al cuerpo demasiado llamativo para mi gusto, le resaltaba cada detalle de sus apetecibles curvas, donde se le marcaban los pezones y hasta la tanga que tenía enterrada en el culo, con unos zapatos de tacos tan altos que incluso me pasaba por varios centímetros, era esa imagen despampanante que al verla, cada hombre quisiera llevarla a la cama y cada mujer la mirara con envidia, con un pensamiento común, una puta y un cornudo

Con el correr de las horas, la fiesta, el baile, la diversión fue en aumento y el estado de embriaguez de mi mujer aumentaba en la misma forma que aumentaba mi enfado con la situación, es que estaba rodeado por todos mis compañeros de trabajo, y toda la jefatura, y lo que ella hacía era solo hundirme poco a poco, en una situación cuyos rumores correrían día a día sin solución de continuidad
Cerca de las cuatro de la mañana, ella estaba tan borracha como puta, y se le había pegado con demasiada naturalidad a uno de los patovicas que custodiaba el lugar, un tipo de casi dos metros de altura, tan ancho de espaldas que apenas pasaba por la puerta


And don't ask me how it happened because even to this day I still can't find the answer, but when I'd lift the sun over the horizon at the start of a new day, that guy, my wife and I, were in his apartment, in his bedroom. Zunilda would always take the lead, and she didn't intimidate me at all from undressing in front of a stranger and her husband at the same time, the game of three that I had imagined so many times was finally happening, and we tried to make it happen, but I wouldn't realize soon enough that I was surplus to that equation, because 'they' seemed too interested in 'themselves' and I would be marginalized from the supposed trio. So I only got to watch as he ate her pussy, as she ate his cock, as he took her, as he gave it to her up the ass, and as his sinful hands explored the skin of the next lover. I only got to hear my wife's moans that hurt my ears, notice how she opened herself up to achieve deeper and deeper penetration, and feel in my own flesh how another man filled her with joy. And I also got to feel Zunilda's pleasure, and understand when she looked at me while he was taking her that all she wanted was for me to look at her in the arms of another. But there was still the fruit of the dessert because at the end of the story she sucked him very tasty, very deep, caressing his balls, and seeing that I was watching, my wife just stretched out beside me, took me by the neck and gave me a deep tongue kiss with her lover's flavor, and seemed to get very excited about it, to the point where she went back to sucking him for a while before kissing me as deeply as before or even more, marking her territory like she always did. And when he came in eternal and glorious ejaculation in her mouth, filling her with cum, his tongue, lips, face, she didn't hesitate to go back at it, in an eternal kiss with the flavor of semen, the semen of her damn lover, which now forced me to taste it with her, until we burst out laughing at Notar on my face the perplexity due to the sticky liquid that had in my own taste buds. We would return home some time later, she was satisfied, it showed on her face, and I enraged, it showed on mine. But the real problem I had and didn't dare to assume, maybe wasn't what happened at the party, nor that she slept with that guy, nor that it was in my nose, nor even the fact that he made me taste his semen, no, maybe what enraged me with myself was that I refused to admit that the situation had pleased me too much, and when I tasted the flavor of another man's lips from my wife, I felt an unconfessable erection between my legs, maybe, as never before had I felt. DAYS LATER. Obviously there would be a before and after that dawn, we had passed a thin line and things would never be like they were before, Zunilda had fulfilled a desire and after that first time, there would be many times, besides, and the worst of all was that to me, contrary to normal, it had pleased me too much. Marcelo would arrive, a guy we crossed at a disco, Mario, someone she had known on the street, Octavio, a black big cock who we had bought a cell phone for, and so, the situation of tasting my wife's lips, the flavor of sin from her different lovers of the day became our greatest perversion. And like everything in life, it was perfect until it turned into routine, and with that, the need to try new things. Everything started as a joke, one day like any other, Zunilda had taken a shower, and then it would be my turn, she had left her dirty clothes thrown aside and I had the temptation to try on the black thong she had taken off, I looked at myself in the mirror and only went out so that she could see me. We made love that night with that image in mind, even she sucked my cock effusively while I slipped a couple of fingers behind, making my ejaculation too much Deep changes would start, my wife completely depilated me, legs, booty, pubis, penis, testicles, anus, like a girl. We started posting my photos dressed as a girl, without showing my face, on sites like this, I liked being her closet girl and she got hot interacting with situations that never became reality.

I began doing an demanding daily routine of squats and other exercises to shape my legs and glutes to play the dual role of being a gentleman in my job and a little girl in intimacy.

All this while she kept having sex with strangers, and as time passed, I more and more mimicked her female role.

TOYS

Slowly, that world of woman became mine, I got really hot wearing her red stockings, some skirt, feminine underwear, and even say I enjoyed it more when Zunilda rubbed my anus than when she did it on my cock.

I became her personal model, the roles had been inverted, and it was she who took indecent photos of me dressed as a girl, many comments from guys who wanted to have sex with her, but more those who wanted to have sex with me.

I would start with an anal plug that was actually my wife's, like most things, I never told her, but I wanted to know how she felt, only once did I take it secretly and used it at the bank day.

It would be very exciting, attending different clients, carrying the secret hidden in my booty and in my head.

Some time later, Zunilda would make me try one of her vibrators, I felt myself dilating and being penetrated, the games would start and those toy cocks would become addictive little by little.

As with everything in our intimate world, each new thing we tried became a path without return.

The only thing left was to do it with a real cock...

GAMES WITH OTHER MEN WERE JUST GAMES, HOT WORDS THAT DIDN'T GO BEYOND THAT, OR If they passed, it was because the types that found my wife attractive only wanted to take them away from me in my presence, as always. But in truth, I had changed much more and that feminine side became more noticeable every time, even many men were surprised to see me dressed as a woman while they took my wife. With Patricio Quintaba we had interacted a couple of times through a computer, a dark-haired man with a thick and attractive cock, which at first would only be that, words without much else.

When we met in a hotel room that afternoon, I still didn't know what to expect because they had planned it behind my back. Zunilda was sucking his cock very tasty and they asked me to dress up as nenita, something I had done many times before, so I put on a dental floss-less thread, red stockings, a mini skirt, you know, and I was only trying to contain the marked erection I had between my legs, and I felt the fine cord of the thong caressing my fevered sphincter that was already dying from desire.

At some point, Patricio, the duck, started flattering me, saying I was very pretty, even more attractive than Zunilda, and that he had many desires to break my ass. She and I changed positions, my wife sat down on one side and I went on all fours on the bed, Patricio lifted my mini skirt, ran the thread of the thong and pressed his thumb over my sphincter with his finger, I felt it beating with desire.

I reclined even more, exposing a receptive anus in the way a woman does, my face was turned to the side on the pillow, watching my wife start to masturbate at what she saw, and I let myself go. It was thick, it hurt at first, even forcing me to close my eyes with force and lose visual contact with Zunilda.

First time? - Patricio guessed behind me - that tasty! I love breaking virgin little girl's butts!

Those words were as offensive as exciting, little girl, it was true, I was making a little girl... And I only held on to the hips for

put it all in, I felt it coming, and in the room only the bones of her hips were resonating against my buttocks one after another
I was whimpering unintentionally, but couldn't help it, because I liked it too much
He changed, leaned me back and charged again, now my view let me see his muscular chest and tattooed arms, where thousands of sweat drops were witnesses to what was happening

Zunilda encouraged us, feeling her pleasure while she didn't stop touching herself, as that beautiful cock did its job in my ass
Pato then took it out and placed it on mine, one against the other, and started masturbating both of us at the same time, feeling the continuous rubbing of hers against mine, and I couldn't take it anymore with so much pleasure, never having lived something like this before, and only ejaculated with force, and he followed almost at the same time

My sex, my belly, my chest, would all be snowed under our mixture of juices, I started playing with my fingers on the semen, it was tasty, my wife didn't stop touching herself, and to complete the scene, Pato came over from the side, kneeling on the bed, on my face, so she could suck me for a while before finishing the game

THE PRESENT
I think today I'm a man by day and a woman at night, it's exciting to live permanently in a dangerous and exciting dualism, and I get excited dressing up as a girl and enjoying myself like one, and the most glorious thing is being able to share this dualism with Zunilda, the love of my life

Taking photos in lingerie, with her pussy dilated, with my bum open like a butterfly, posing for men, and taking on different roles, being a woman for my wife before some man, or just being an observer for her pleasure, and in the best cases, setting up couples, one man for her, one man for me
I end these lines with desires that you'll enjoy them, if so, send me photos of your hard cock, and who knows, maybe it's the beginning of something very nice

If you liked this story, you can write to me with the title 'FROM MAN TO WOMAN' dulces.placeres@live.com