Sex with Two Women (10.5k words) (Patreon)

Mark and Tara Delahaye are young newlyweds struggling with their sex life. Mark suggests a threesome to spice things up, but Tara has never been with a woman before, and the thought terrifies her for totally heterosexual reasons. Luckily, their sex therapist has a clever plan to ease her into it... and maybe resolve their issues entirely.

hi my beautiful readers <3 as you know I am famously sapphic!!! so i thought it was about time i wrote a sapphic story. here it is in its entirety and i hope you enjoy it!!

“I want a threesome,” Mark said bluntly.

Tara’s jaw dropped, “You… you want to bring another woman into our bedroom?”

“Exactly,” said Mark, “I mean, what's better than sex with one woman? Sex with two women.”

“Mark, I… I don't know…” Tara said nervously, “I'm not sure that's such a good idea…”

“Me neither,” said Dr Winters.

Dr Jane Winters was one of the most accomplished sex therapists in the city, and she had seen many cases like this before. Mark and Tara Delahaye were your typical straight married couple, complaining that their sex life was stale and unsatisfying. Tara admitted that she rarely climaxed, and Mark admitted, although reluctantly, that he frequently had trouble performing. These weren't uncommon issues for married couples, but usually they began to crop up after a decade or two, when age and complacency had set in. Mark and Tara were both in their early twenties, and had only been married for a few months.

They were quite an attractive couple. Mark clearly worked out a lot, and his muscular pecs and biceps were noticeable even through his button-up shirt. Perhaps his muscles were an attempt to compensate for his delicate features, because his pouty lips and soft chin wouldn’t have looked out of place on a woman. His pretty-boy features combined with his fit body would’ve been quite alluring, if they weren’t spoiled by his obnoxious, frat-bro demeanour. 

Tara, meanwhile, gave off the vibe of a wilting flower. She was pretty in an understated way, with dark, pin-straight hair falling around her face like a veil. Her soft brown skin was smooth and unblemished, like she was more interested in skincare than makeup, although she had done herself up for the appointment. She was wearing a floral dress she didn’t seem entirely comfortable in, and sat demurely with her knees tightly together, waiting for her husband to speak. 

Jane was already forming her own theories as to the causes behind the young couple’s sexual ennui. However, as with every initial session, she let her clients share their own thoughts before jumping to conclusions.

Mark had been quick to offer a solution: they needed to spice things up. And he had his mind set on how they would do it. 

“You two are ganging up on me,” Mark said stubbornly, “Trust me, this is a good idea.”

“Marky, I’m really not sure,” Tara said, eyes wide and fearful, “I just want to make things work. With just the two of us.”

Jane tried not to judge, but this seemed like a distressingly common dynamic. The macho husband refusing to examine his own emotional issues, and the fawning wife putting herself last to try and please him. She was not a fan.

“Well, we’ve tried everything you can do with two people, and none of it’s been enough,” said Mark, “So unless you've got any other ideas, a threesome is the only option. Everyone likes threesomes.”

Jane leant forward, “What exactly have you tried, Mark?”

“Everything,” Mark jutted his chin forward proudly, “Missionary. Doggy style. Girl on top. Girl on top facing the other direction. None of it worked.”

“I liked girl on top,” Tara said quietly, “But Mark got uncomfortable.”

“Is that right?” said Jane.

Mark flushed red, “Well, it's not right, is it? I can't just lie there and make Tara do all the work. That's my job.”

“The man's job,” Jane offered. For a split second, both Delahayes seemed to grimace. But then Mark nodded brusquely, and Tara joined in keenly a moment later. Jane made a note.

“So have you experimented with any kinks?” Jane asked. The young couple stayed silent, so she clarified, “Any types of sex play? Using toys, for example? Or bondage?”

“Like Mark tying me up?” said Tara, looking nervous.

“Or you tying him up,” said Jane, although she doubted that was the case, and Tara’s shocked expression confirmed it. 

“We’re really not into any of that… that pervert stuff,” Mark said, with the tone of someone who was protesting a little too much. Jane nodded, and Mark pushed on, “Look, Tara, I love you, sweetheart. But clearly we need to spice things up, and everyone knows the best way to do that is with a threesome. We bring in another woman to give us both a little extra attention. That'll get us over the edge.”

“Does that sound appealing to you, Tara?” asked Jane.

“I don't know,” Tara said miserably, “I love you too, Marky, and I want to get you over the edge, I really do. But… I've never done anything with another woman before…”

“What do you think of that idea, Tara?” Jane asked, “The idea of having sex with another woman.”

Tara blushed deep red, “It's… it's scary.”

Jane made a note of that, too. Tara had described herself as completely heterosexual, but ‘scary’ was a far cry from ‘unappealing’’. 

“You'd like it, babe, trust me,” said Mark, “Everyone likes threesomes.”

Jane noted that down as well. This was the third time Mark had used this logic, and it was enough for her to suspect that this desire for a threesome might be less of a ‘want’ and more of a ‘should want’.

The session continued for the rest of the hour. It was a real slog. Mark was reluctant to ever get emotional, and Tara was quick to bend and appease. Still, Jane felt like she had managed to confirm some of her suspicions about the couple. And there was one idea that kept coming back. 

“Well,” she said briskly, “it seems as though your heart is set on this threesome idea, Mark.”

Mark nodded, “Absolutely.”

“And Tara, you're open to it, but nervous about interacting with another woman in bed,” said Jane.

“Um,” Tara twirled her hair nervously, “Yes, I… I think so.”

“I think our path forward is clear,” Jane said, “First of all, I'm going to give each of you a questionnaire, and I’d like you to answer it as honestly as possible. I'll remind you, nobody will see your answers except for me.”

The Delahayes glanced at each other nervously for a moment, then nodded. 

“Secondly, I'd like to see you each separately,” said Jane, “There are some things I suspect you'd like to discuss without a partner present.”

The young couple didn't look at each other this time, but they nodded again.

“And finally,” Jane paused, selecting her words carefully. This next point could be a sticky one. Still, she was feeling confident about her suspicions, “I don't think it's wise to jump straight to a threesome right away. But it could be very helpful to explore some light kink. Specifically, roleplay.”

“Oh,” Tara whispered, “Really?”

Mark blanched, “Doc, I told you, we’re not into any of that weird stuff.”

“Oh, but Mark,” Jane smiled, “If you want your wife to be comfortable with another woman in the bedroom, isn't it your duty to help her practice?”

—

Tara was so beautiful. She had always been beautiful, as long as Mark had known her. They first met way back in elementary school, and even back then Mark was in awe of her. 

The first time he saw her, she was in mid-air, leaping from the swings at their apex with a triumphant shriek. He still had vague memories of hunting through the grass for daisies to gift her, and the hand-written card he made to try and impress the cool girl with curly hair and sparkly eyes. 

Tara kept her hair straightened these days, but her eyes still sparkled when she got excited. They were sparkling now, watching the cheesy action movie on their bedroom TV, and it made Mark wish they were back in that playground, so he could whisper to her how pretty she was as he threaded yellow daisies into her hair. 

That’d come off pretty queer though, so instead he reached down and squeezed her thigh.

“Do you want to fuck tonight?” he asked. 

“Oh!” Tara blushed, taken by surprise, “Um, yes please. Of course.”

“Great,” said Mark.

Tara turned off the TV and they stripped naked and got into position. Missionary, of course. Missionary was Mark’s favorite position. It let him see Tara’s beautiful face, not to mention her amazing breasts, and it meant that they could kiss and cuddle and stay close to each other the whole time. But just as importantly, it let Mark feel in control. All he had to do was thrust his hips in and out, and as long as he did it fast and hard enough, he was doing a good job. Sure, this method hadn't actually made Tara come yet, but she said it still felt good. And most of the time, it got Mark off, as long as he didn't start overthinking things. 

“I'm ready, Marky,” Tara said softly. 

“Great,” Mark said, and he kissed her firmly on the mouth. Tara placed her hands willingly on his shoulders, and he pulled back to plant strong kisses down her neck, working his way towards her breasts. He kissed her once on each nipple, then reached for his dick. It was hard enough. Their foreplay might be a bit mechanical, but being with Tara was always enough to turn him on. Everything about her was so perfect. Her nervous fingers trembled against his shoulders like butterfly wings beating, and he wanted to take her hands and kiss her fingertips one by one until he calmed her restless spirit. Again, better left unsaid.

“Your tits are so nice,” he said, “I'm gonna put it in.”

He lined himself up between her legs and prepared to push in and pound away. Hopefully he’d be able to do a good job this time, and wouldn't go pathetically soft halfway through.

Suddenly Tara’s lidded eyes opened wide.

“Wait, Marky,” she said, “Shouldn't we, um… shouldn't we do our roleplay?”

Mark’s heart sank. Shit. Dr Winters’ stupid, embarrassing roleplay. He wanted to say no, but he had promised he would try. The roleplay was the first step towards a threesome, and a threesome, he was sure, would help him finally pleasure his wife the way he was supposed to. 

Still, the thought of the roleplay made him sick with anxiety. But he could see the hope in Tara’s gorgeous eyes. Her eyes never sparkled during sex. 

“Okay,” he said, his voice heavy with false bravado, “How do we do it?”

“Well, um,” Tara blushed, “Dr Winters said I need to get used to being with a girl, and, um, that you could help by acting like a girl.”

Mark nodded dumbly. Already, he could feel his heart pounding, like it had when Dr Winters first explained the concept.

“So…” Tara bit her lip, “Maybe… maybe we should switch positions?”

“You got it,” Mark said, clambering over Tara’s leg so she could sit up.

“Um, and maybe…” she hesitated, “Maybe you should talk a bit, um, higher? Like, um. Like a girl would.”

Mark shuddered, but he rolled onto his back and let Tara climb on top of him.

“Like this?” he said in a weak falsetto.

Tara cringed, “I… I think that's right. And, um, I'm going to talk to you like a girl, okay? Like how Dr Winters said.”

That thought really made Mark’s stomach turn. But this was the plan, god damn it. They only had to try it once or twice, and then it would be threesome time, and nobody could make fun of a man who banged two chicks at once.

“Okay, Tara,” he squeaked.

Tara took a deep breath and settled her weight onto him, resting her pussy against the shaft of his dick, pressing it against his belly. She reached out and tentatively squeezed his pec.

“You, have, um,” she swallowed, “You have nice tits. Baby.”

Mark’s pulse thundered in his ears and he choked out a high, reedy, “Thank you.”

Tara nodded and squeezed again. It was nothing like really groping a boob, Mark was sure, but he worked out pretty regularly and there was definitely a slight heft to his pectorals. Tara bit her lip and squeezed again, and Mark saw a glimmer of cautious curiosity in her eye. 

Maybe even a slight sparkle.

“You look so beautiful, Tara,” Mark whispered.

“You too, baby,” Tara murmured. She let go of Mark’s chest and reached out to gently stroke his cheek, “Thank you for trying this.”

Mark took a shaky breath. From this position, lying helplessly on the bed, he could see almost Tara’s entire body. From the nervous but tender expression on her face, to the breathtaking globes of her breasts, to the gentle curve of her hips. She looked stunning, gorgeous and commanding.

“You look so… so powerful, baby,” Mark said softly. Tara’s eyes widened with surprise. Mark blushed but kept going. He was pretending to be a woman, after all. He didn't need to sound macho right now, even if telling Tara what he really felt made him feel trembly and vulnerable.

“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he whispered, “Like… like a queen, or, or a goddess…”

Tara beamed down at him, her confidence slowly growing.

“Oh, baby,” she said, “Do you like me being on top?”

Mark nodded meekly and Tara’s smile grew wider. She leaned down and kissed him. Mark remembered the role he was playing and yielded to her like a girl would, letting his lips become the soft, welcoming pillows she was searching for. Tara murmured with surprised appreciation, and then she kissed him a little harder, her soft lips pressing insistently into his own. He whimpered and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, urging her closer. She obliged, and her breasts crushed against his chest as she closed in. He could feel the stiff peaks of her nipples pressing against him as she pinned him to the bed. 

Tara broke the kiss and pulled back a little. Her hand was planted on the mattress beside Mark’s head, and he could see the taut muscles of her arm working to support her body. His breath quickened.

“You've never kissed me like that before, baby,” Tara said in wonder, “So soft. Like a real girl, I think.”

Mark blushed and Tara cooed and stroked his cheek again.

“It's okay, Marky,” she smiled warmly, “That's just what Dr Winters said to do. You're roleplaying a girl for me.”

Mark nodded desperately, “Right. Just roleplay.”

He realized a bit late that his voice was still higher than usual. It wasn't the falsetto he had started with, though. At some point he had slipped into something more natural, breathy and delicate. Judging by the gleam in her eye, Tara didn't mind it.

“So if you were a girl, what would I do to you next?” Tara mused.

“Maybe more kissing?” Mark said hopefully. 

Tara smiled, “That sounds like a good idea. Or maybe I could play with your little boobies again?”

Mark whimpered involuntarily and Tara grinned wickedly. She held her hand above his chest, looking at him expectantly. Mark tried to think of what a girl would say, but his head was too fuzzy. Tara just looked so strong and regal, towering over him, ready to plunder his body. All he could do was whisper, “Both, please?”

“Good girl,” said Tara. She swooped down and kissed him again, hot and soft and wet, and he moaned into her mouth as her deft hand slipped between their bodies, gently pinching his nipple. Mark squeaked as a spark of pleasure rushed through his trembling body, and pulled Tara closer, desperately pressing his hips up against her. 

Tara giggled and rocked her hips against him, rubbing her pussy against the slippery shaft of his dick. Mark gasped and Tara took the chance to slip her tongue into his mouth, pressing deep, penetrating his eager lips. All Mark could do was cling desperately to her back as she ground her pussy against him, pressing him down into the bed.

“Do you like that, baby girl?” Tara whispered. She tugged at his nipple again, rolling it between her fingertips. Mark moaned softly and melted against the bed. Tara giggled and kissed him again, her lips burning hot against his neck, his cheeks, his gasping mouth. He wanted to kiss her back but he was helpless, completely at the mercy of the starry-eyed sex goddess who had possessed his timid wife. 

“Good girl,” Tara cooed, “You're such a good girl, baby, lying there all soft and gentle for me. Letting me take charge.”

She was grinding her pussy against him even faster now. His dick was trapped between her lips, overwhelmed with warmth and wetness and sweet, mind-numbing pleasure. She had found the ridge where his head met his shaft, and she was rubbing her clit against it, back and forth, faster and faster, sending never-ending joyful tingles through his body. She bent over him, her back muscles firm under his desperate hands, and kissed his neck again, sucking hard, a spike of pain peaking through the ever-increasing pleasure. He cried out and she released him, gazing at him, eyes wide and sparkling.

“This feels so good, baby,” she said breathlessly, “Does it feel good for you?”

“Yes!” Mark gasped helplessly, on the verge of tears, “It feels so good, baby, and you're so beautiful, and you're so… you’re so sexy when you're in charge.”

He was going to come, he realized. Tara was going to make him come without his dick ever being inside her. He desperately tried to hold back. He had gotten carried away with the roleplay, that's all. He was still a man. He still needed to…

“Do you like it, Marky?” Tara asked, “Do you like it when we rub our clits together?”

Mark’s eyes squeezed shut, and a high, girly moan rose unbidden from his throat. Tara hissed with satisfaction as her grinding hips became erratic, shaking uncontrollably as she reached a climax of her own.

“Good girl, baby, cum for me!” she cried out, and Mark felt a rush of liquid warmth gush against his dick at the same time as a hot burst of pleasure rushed once, twice, three times through his straining dick.

The tension released from Tara's body and she fell against him, kissing him desperately. Mark squeezed her tightly and returned her kisses with equal passion.

For the first time, the Delahayes had come together.

—

“I didn't like it,” Tara insisted.

“Uh-huh,” said Dr Jane Winters. 

It was their first individual session since Tara and her husband had attempted the roleplay exercise she assigned them. Tara had spent the last ten minutes breathlessly recounting the experience, while steadfastly maintaining that she didn't enjoy it.

“I really didn't,” she said miserably, “it was… it was too strange. It wasn’t right at all.”

“But you did reach climax,” Jane confirmed. 

Tara moaned and put her head in her hands.

“I did!” she wailed, “But I don't know why!”

“I'm not sure what's wrong, Tara,” Jane said patiently, “Wasn't this the goal? You reached climax while having sex with your husband. And from the sound of it, he had a very nice time too.”

“But it wasn’t my husband,” Tara said, lip quivering, “It was the woman.”

Jane raised her eyebrows, “The woman?”

“The woman that he was pretending to be,” Tara whispered, “She's the one who made me come. And she's not even real!”

Jane hummed thoughtfully to herself and flicked through her notes. Specifically, the questionnaire Tara had filled out before her session.

Under the question about whether she had ever had any homosexual desires, Tara had written a hesitant, shaky ‘Yes’.

“But this woman was Mark, wasn't she?” Jane asked.

“I don't know,” Tara hugged her knees in despair, “She didn't act like Mark. Mark is always so manly and strong, but she was so… so soft, and sweet, and… submissive.”

“And how did that make you feel, Tara?” Jane asked.

Tara smiled shyly, “Powerful. Confident. Um. Aroused.”

Jane smiled. Those were all certainly positive signs. 

“Do you think maybe if you hadn't met Mark, you would've tried dating women?” Jane asked.

Tara’s cheeks burned red, and she whispered, “No. Never.”

“Mhm,” said Jane, “Tell me, Tara, what was it that attracted you to Mark in the first place?”

Tara smiled wistfully, “He was… he was so sweet. He wasn’t loud like the other boys, he was gentle and artistic and kind. And… he used to write poems, and they were really…”

Her voice faltered. Those qualities had fallen off at some point, it seemed. Likely bullied out of him, if not by Mark’s peers then by society itself. The brash young man Jane had met certainly didn’t seem like the poem-writing type. The woman Tara had described, however…

“Do you think if you had met a girl who acted like that…” Jane noticed Tara frown, and quickly rephrased the question, “Do you think if you had met Mark, and Mark had been a girl, and acted the same way… would you have tried dating her?”

Tara’s face went pale. Jane patted her hand reassuringly. 

“But I shouldn't be thinking about women this way,” Tara whined, “I’m married to a man!”

A-ha. This was what Jane had suspected. It seemed that much of Tara’s self-doubt and timidity was based in guilt. Guilt that she wanted something her husband couldn't provide. Except that, perhaps, he could. 

“I can’t do roleplay like that again,” Tara whispered, “I love Mark. I really do. Even if he’s changed a lot since we met. And I can’t be having thoughts like this.”

“Remember, Tara, Mark wants you to try this,” Jane said, “Mark still wants this threesome, doesn't he?”

Tara nodded. Jane rolled her eyes internally. She had her own thoughts about the threesome idea, but it was a useful excuse to prompt further exploration. Outwardly, she smiled warmly.

“And this roleplay is a step towards that,” she said, “You're not betraying Mark by enjoying it. In fact, you're supporting him.”

Tara cringed, “But… I'm not supposed to feel...” 

“From the sound of it, Mark was embodying a lot of the same qualities that attracted you to him in the first place,” Jane pointed out, “Maybe that's the part that excited you so much. Maybe it's not about gender at all.”

Tara sat up, looking hopeful, “How can I know for sure?”

Jane smiled, “I think you need to take the roleplay further.”

—

“Good girl,” Tara whispered, “You look so beautiful tonight.”

Marcy blushed deeply, running a nervous hand through her hair.

“Thanks, Tara,” she whispered.

Marcy is what they were calling Mark tonight. It was the next stage of Dr Winters’ roleplay exercises. They had made a few other changes as well.

“Do a spin, Marcy,” Tara smiled, “Let me look at you.”

Marcy gulped, but did as she asked, bare feet shuffling nervously on the carpet.

To an outsider, maybe Marcy wouldn't have looked any different to Mark. Dr Winters had assured Tara they didn't need to go too crazy. All Tara had done was given Marcy some lipstick and mascara… and helped her shave her body smooth trom head to toe.  

Tara wasn't sure what Dr Winters had told Mark to get him to agree to this, but she sure wasn't complaining. Mark’s rounded pecs, tight abs and muscular thighs had always been attractive, but on Marcy? They were jaw-dropping. Even her penis didn't ruin the impression, hanging nervously half-hard between her legs. Tara bit her lip, remembering the explosive orgasm she had reached rubbing against it. That was Marcy’s clit, she reminded herself, and she felt a trickle of arousal run down her naked thigh at the thought.

Marcy turned a little more, and Tara gasped as her ass came into view. Now that was a thing of beauty. Marcy’s ass was round and full and perky, and now that she was smooth all over it seemed to glow in the dim light. Tara had been dimly aware that Mark had a nice butt, but as a vanilla straight couple, it had never factored into their lovemaking before. 

Maybe that would change tonight.

“Tara?” Marcy said, her soft, husky voice trembling, “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect, you sexy thing,” Tara grinned. For some reason, Marcy's demure persona made her feel bold and lascivious, like she was drawn to pick up the reins that Mark had released. She sat back on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly.

“What do you want me to do?” Marcy asked, eyes wide, painted lips quivering.

“Get on your knees, baby,” Tara purred.

Marcy sank obediently to her knees, letting her thighs spread out on the carpet as she rested back on her heels. 

Tara smirked, “A little bit closer to me, babygirl.”

Marcy blushed and made to stand up, but Tara wagged a finger, “Don't get up, baby. Just come here.”

Marcy looked up at her in confusion, then gasped. Tara giggled and beckoned her forward. Marcy followed her fingers and leant forward onto her hands and knees, then crawled slowly towards her. Tara exhaled slowly as she watched Marcy’s beautiful ass wiggle closer and closer.

“Good girl,” she murmured, “Good girl, Marcy.”

She reached out and twined her fingers in Marcy’s hair. As much as she could, anyway. Maybe if this went well, she would ask Mark to grow his hair out. Just as long as they were practising, of course. 

Marcy sat back on her knees and looked up at her again. Tara’s heart fluttered. She looked so beautiful, all doe-eyed and blushing. Part of her wanted to sweep her up into a big hug, cover her with kisses and tell her that everything was going to be okay. The other part, the part connected to her soaking wet pussy, wanted to shove Marcy’s pretty little face between her legs.

“What do you want to do now, Tara?” Marcy asked innocently.

The second part won out. 

“Eat me out, baby,” Tara said.

Marcy’s cherry-red lips broke into an excited smile, and then she puckered up, leaned forward, and planted a sweet little kiss on Tara’s clit. 

Tara hissed and tightened her grip in Marcy’s hair, “Good girl.”

Marcy’s lips opened and she lapped softly at Tara’s clit, her tongue moving in gentle, delicate little strokes. Tara sighed with pleasure. Mark had always liked eating pussy, but after a while she had to make him stop. It was too easy for her to get distracted, to get swept up in the pleasure and close her eyes and start having nasty, naughty fantasies. Fantasies about girls like Marcy…

But that’s what tonight was all about. It was time to lean into those fantasies. To imagine, to really convince herself if she could, that she was having sex with a woman, and see if she actually liked it. And either outcome was good, Dr Winters had assured her. If she didn’t like it, that meant she had just gotten confused last time, and all she really needed was for Mark to be a little more gentle in bed. But if she did like it… well, that just set her up nicely for the threesome. Either way, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was still being a good wife. 

Marcy sucked against her clit and Tara gasped and squeezed her thighs tight around her head. Marcy let out a muffled squeak, then started licking faster and harder. Tara groaned and gazed down at her in rapture. 

Marcy’s eyes were closed, fully focused on servicing between her legs. Tara kept her grip with one hand, in case Marcy suddenly decided to pull away, but petted her softly with the other. Marcy hummed with pleasure and Tara smiled. She was so sexy. Marcy’s smooth back arched down to her plush little bottom, which looked even rounder and juicier from this angle. Tara licked her lips jealously. God, she just wanted to… to…she didn’t even know what she wanted to do it, but she watched it wiggle as Marcy licked her desperately and let out happy little whimpers. 

“Good girl, Marcy,” Tara whispered again, “You look just like a real girl from this angle, you know?”

Marcy moaned, her breath hot and wet against Tara’s dripping pussy, and suddenly she couldn’t take it any more. She pulled Marcy’s wet little mouth tight against her cunt, squeezing her thighs fast around her head. Marcy gasped with surprise, but she didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she clasped her hands to Tara’s butt, pulling her even closer. 

“Yess,” Tara hissed, “Eat my pussy, Marcy. Eat my fucking pussy, baby.”

She barely even let her try, though. Instead she held Marcy’s head tight and thrust her hips desperately into her, rubbing her aching clit wildly against her lips, her tongue, her soft cheeks. Marcy did her best to keep up, licking and sucking and kissing wherever she could, but Tara was too far gone to do anything but moan as she fucked her little plaything’s face faster and faster, her thighs squeezing tighter together, feeling heat blossom in her core as the pleasure grew more and more intense. She was fucking a woman, she was really fucking a woman, a woman with soft lips and smooth skin and a fat ass that she was going to do wicked things to later, and before she knew it she was screaming and shaking as her orgasm crested over and she gushed hot liquid all over Marcy’s poor little face. 

She didn’t know how long she rode that orgasm, moaning and humping weakly against Marcy’s wet little tongue, but eventually her legs loosened and she fell back limply upon the bed. She heard Marcy take a deep breath, and felt a glimmer of guilt for almost choking her out with her pussy. 

She glanced down, peering over her own naked body, “Marcy? Are you alright?”

Marcy popped her head up from the edge of the bed. Her makeup was smeared like crazy, her face was completely drenched, and she was wearing the biggest, happiest smile Tara had ever seen.

“I’m okay!” she said.

Okay, now it was time for hugs and kisses. She beamed down at Marcy.

“Come here, babygirl,” she cooed, “Come here and let me take care of you.”

Marcy scrambled eagerly onto the bed and Tara took her into her arms. She kissed her slowly and deeply, not minding the salty tang on her lips, and Marcy snuggled against her while Tara whispered sweet words into her ear and stroked her leaking little clitty until she joined her in blissful climax. 

For a while after they lay there, kissing languidly and running their hands across each other's bodies. Tara’s hands kept returning to Marcy’s ass, squeezing it gently, squeezing it less gently, lifting and dropping each cheek to watch them jiggle. Something about it was just so… fascinating.

“Baby,” Marcy murmured, “Why are you playing with my butt so much?”

Tara froze, letting Marcy's cheek slip from her hand. Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over her. She had gotten carried away, had let this ethereal woman take her to heights Mark as himself never had. But it was okay! This was all for him in the end.  

“No reason,” Tara said guiltily, “I love you, Mark.”

The sleepy smile faded from Marcy's face. Her eyes hardened, and suddenly Mark was back. 

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he said, “I should clean this makeup shit off, huh?”

Tara nodded and Mark left for the ensuite to wash the remaining traces of Marcy away. 

She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. 

—

“It went really well, doc,” Mark grinned, “Like, really well.”

Jane smiled and nodded encouragingly as Mark breathlessly recounted the Delahayes’ last roleplaying session. She had grown to quite like Mark. He was a lot more tolerable when he let his guard down and stopped performing. 

As she had suspected, it was clear Mark’s obnoxious machismo was just a facade. Deep down he was terrified that he wasn't enough of a man for Tara. It was a fear that motivated most of his behaviour, from his strict gym routine to his infantile demands for a threesome. 

As Mark excitedly described going down on his wife while she petted his head and called him a good girl, Jane could see a glimpse of what his life might be like without that fear. 

“And she came so hard, doc,” Mark beamed, “I thought I was gonna drown! Which honestly? What a way to go. And then I looked up, and she was so happy. Her eyes were just…”

Mark fluttered his hands, searching for the right words 

“Don't tell me,” Jane said wryly, “Sparkly?”

Mark sighed dreamily, “Like there were whole galaxies in there.”

Jane held in a chuckle. Tara’s ‘sparkly eyes’ had come up a lot in Mark’s sessions. He was quite sweet when he let the mask slip.

“So, Mark,” she said briskly, “What's the takeaway?”

Mark’s animated face settled into a look of grim satisfaction.

“I'm not a fucking sissy after all,” he said, “I am man enough for Tara.”

“Oh dear,” said Jane, “I'm not sure that's it.”

“Trust me, doc,” said Mark, and she could already see him slipping back into his persona, “Tara loved it. She’s got all her old confidence back. And she's been all over me this past week. Hugs, kisses, smacking my ass. All she wanted was a husband who can satisfy her in bed.”

“Uh-huh,” said Jane, “And is that something she told you she wants? Or something you think she should want?”

Mark hesitated. The difference between ‘want’ and ‘should want’ had been a big part of their last session. Jane had some pretty strong suspicions about Mark’s own true desires, and they had been all but confirmed when she got his questionnaire back and saw the scribbled-out mess under ‘Do you ever fantasize about being the opposite sex?’ 

Mark did have one desire that he was very in touch with, though. He wanted to make his wife happy. It was just unfortunate he had such a misguided idea about how to do it.

“Remind me, Mark, what was your goal with your last roleplay session?” said Jane.

“To ask Tara what she wanted,” said Mark, “And do whatever she told me to do.”

“Right,” said Jane, “And did Tara tell you to act like a real man? Or did she like it when you were submissive and girly for her?”

Mark blushed and looked away, “I mean, roleplay is one thing… but obviously she doesn't want me to act like that all the time…”

“I don't think that's obvious at all, Mark,” Jane said, “I think it's obvious that Tara finds your feminine side very attractive. I think it's obvious it comes very naturally to you.”

“It doesn’t!” Mark protested, “I'm not like that. I'm just doing it for the roleplay.”

“Really,” Jane arced an eyebrow, “You don't enjoy it at all?”

Mark's face was burning red, but he held her gaze firmly.

“I don't,” he said.

Jane narrowed her eyes at him. In her experience clients rarely responded well to being outright told that they were mistaken about their gender or sexuality. It was better to gently break down their barriers so they could discover those things themselves. Still, sometimes it was hard to resist the urge to hold a client down and scream ‘You are transgender’ into their ear.

“Fine,” she said, “I suppose it's time to proceed to the threesome, then.”

Mark’s jaw dropped, “Wait, what?”

Jane shrugged, “Well, that was the goal, wasn't it? To get Tara comfortable with girl-on-girl sex so that you could bring in another woman to satisfy your incredible virility. From the sound of things, she's very comfortable, and you're not enjoying the roleplay, so it's time to cut it out and move forward.”

“Wait,” Mark said, “Maybe… maybe we should practice a bit more?”

“I don't see why,” Jane said testily, “It seems like you’ve made all the progress you're willing to make.”

“What about kink?” Mark offered hopefully, “You mentioned kinks before. Maybe we should try some of those first. Just to make sure we’re totally ready.”

“Hmm,” Jane sat back in her chair, “And would this be part of the girl-on-girl roleplay?”

“It would probably have to be, right?” said Mark, not quite managing to hide the desperation in his voice.

“I suppose so,” Jane drawled, “Well, you could give it a try. Let's see…”

She flicked through her notepad. As part of the questionnaire, Mark and Tara had each filled out a checklist of kinks that they would be open to exploring. There were some particularly spicy options in there, but they would probably be unwise to explore at this stage of their journey. Still, there were some more vanilla options that could be quite helpful.

She looked up. At some point while she was checking her notes, Mark had picked up a cushion and was nervously fidgeting with it in his lap. Cute.  

“Lingerie,” she said, “That could make things a little bit more special.”

Mark blushed, “Tara doesn't need lingerie to look sexy. The last few days she keeps lounging around in a sports bra and sweatpants and she looks… amazing…”

His voice trailed off dreamily. He turned the cushion idly in his hands.

“That's fine,” said Jane, “I didn't mean for Tara.”

“Oh?” Mark's eyes widened, “Oh!”

“Toys are another good option,” said Jane, “I think it could be helpful to bring a vibrator or a dildo into the mix.”

“Wait,” said Mark, “Is… is that for Tara, or…”

“A-ha,” said Jane. She had spotted another matching checkbox, one that tied in nicely to something that had come up in Tara’s session, “Anal play.”

Mark's clutched the cushion anxiously to his chest, “That's… you mean… you mean Tara’s…”

“I'll tell you what, Mark,” Jane said coolly, “Why don't you bring it up to Tara and let her decide how she wants to do it.”

Mark shivered at that, but he took a deep breath and nodded, still cuddling the cushion tightly. He really was trying his best, Jane thought. 

“And then… then we’ll do the threesome after,” Mark said, sitting up straighter, forcing his voice lower, “For sure. That's what it's all about, doc. That's what I really want. Sex with two women.”

Jane sighed. He really did need to let go of that masculine persona at some point. It was very tiresome.

Her gaze fell to the cushion in Mark's lap. He realized where she was looking and quickly set it aside.  An idea struck her and she smiled deviously.

“Actually, there is something else you could try,” Jane said, “It's all well and good for Tara to practice sharing a bed with Marcy, but a threesome is three people, after all.”

She explained the exercise she had in mind, Mark followed along nervously, but eventually, and after some reminding that it was all in service of ensuring his wife was satisfied, he bravely agreed to give it a try.

She could tell there was still something bothering him, though. That was to be expected, really. It was a lot to throw at him all at once. The roleplaying, the dressing up, letting his wife take control…

“What’s bothering you, Mark?” she asked gently, “Perhaps we can find a workaround.”

“Well,” Mark blushed, “It's just… I don't really like the name Marcy…”

—

“Kaylee, baby,” Tara called, “We’re ready for you!”

Mark stared at himself in the mirror and shivered. He had spent ages getting ready for tonight's roleplay exercise. Dr Winters had given him strict instructions this time. If he wanted to do a good job for Tara, a bit of mascara and lipstick wasn't enough. He needed to go all out, and he needed to do it himself. 

Dr Winters had sent him a tutorial for his makeup, an elaborate evening look demonstrated by a beautiful trans woman who made Mark feel funny inside to watch. Actually following the tutorial was even worse. He had spent over an hour following along carefully, applying primer, foundation, contour, concealer, blush, lip liner, stain, gloss, sculpting his face layer by layer, slowly becoming more and more feminine. And it was working. Mark's already delicate features softened even further, until it was almost impossible to tell the face in the mirror didn't belong to a real girl. 

And that was before he even started on his eyes. The eyeliner and mascara made his eyes look distressingly wide and vulnerable, more like a blushing bride on her wedding night than a man preparing to please his wife. There was eye shadow too, a warm blend of orange and pink. It looked pretty, when he finally got it right, but it was such a bold choice, leaving no doubt that the girl in the mirror was making an effort to be alluring. Like she really wanted someone to think she was pretty. 

Letting Tara do his makeup had been embarrassing, sure, but this was a thousand times more confronting.  Mark couldn't shake the feeling that he was actively working towards his own emasculation. Like with every stroke of his beauty blender, he was wiping away a part of Mark Delahaye. 

Why did that feel so good?

When he was done, Mark just sat there for a few minutes, turning from side to side, watching the girl’s pretty face on top of his own muscular body. It looked so incongruous, until slowly he realized that it didn't. Women had muscles too, of course, and although this girl was broad and flat-chested, she wasn’t unattractive. Especially with all her body hair gone, and with the clothing she was wearing…

“Kaylee…” Tara called again, her voice low and sensuous. 

She was Kaylee tonight, she had decided. She had always thought the name was pretty, and now it suited her. Kaylee rose slowly to her feet, checked her wig was pinned in place, and cautiously opened the door. 

Tara was waiting for her on the bed, fiddling with a pillow. Kaylee's racing heart quickened even further when she saw her. Tara had prepared herself too, but in a more understated way. She was wearing a nude brown bra and panties that showed off her lithe, curvy body. Kaylee licked her lips unconsciously as her eyes fell to the thick thighs that had squeezed her head so tightly the other night. Her gaze shifted, taking in Tara’s gorgeous body with fresh eyes. Her soft tummy, her curvy hips, her full and beautiful breasts. And her face, of course. Tara wasn't wearing makeup tonight, and she had stopped straightening her hair recently, so as she turned her dark curls floated freely around her head like a halo.  

“About time,” Tara said with a cheeky smile, “We were about to get started without…”

Her eyes settled on Kaylee and she stopped dead.

“Oh,” she said. 

Tara’s first thought was that she had made some kind of crazy mistake, that she had misinterpreted Dr Winters’ instructions and that they really were bringing in another girl tonight. Because the woman in front of her couldn't possibly be her husband.

She was dressed all in virginal white, decadent silk fringed with lace. A soft bralette cupped her chest, delicate thong panties showed off her juicy ass, and thigh-high stockings wrapped her legs in shimmering silk. Tara’s eyes were drawn to the garter belt holding them up, crisscrossing the woman's hips and thighs with taut straps, straining enticingly as she approached. They had picked out the lingerie together, but Mark refused to let her see it when he was trying it on. Tara was grateful for that now, that this moment had been saved for her and Kaylee. 

Kaylee. Tara had giggled at the name at first. It made her picture a small-town Southern girl, moving to the big city with wide eyes and a dream. But now the girl was here in front of her, and her wide eyes were burning with desire. 

She was beautiful. She had Mark’s gorgeous lips and eyes, but free from the wary tension they usually held. She had done an amazing job on her makeup, and her wavy brown hair looked fantastic too. Her body wasn’t curvy, at least not the same way Tara’s was, but there were curves there, in her shoulder, in her biceps, in her chest, and the combination of sturdy muscles shrouded in elegant lace, the thought of such a strong woman making herself pretty and delicate for her, made Tara want to pounce on Kaylee and kiss every one of those beautiful curves. Their last few sessions had made her incredibly horny, but seeing Kaylee like this made her body ache.

“Oh my god, baby,” Tara whispered, “I… I  didn't know you could look like this…”

Kaylee smiled shyly, twisting her stockinged foot in the carpet, “It took a little while, but… I'm glad you like it.”

“I fucking love it,” said Tara.

Kaylee giggled, and the sound was musical and carefree and familiar. It was the way Mark used to laugh, before he got so serious and grufff. 

That hit her like a bucket of cold water. Kaylee was not real, Tara reminded herself. Kaylee was Mark, Mark who she loved and who was doing his best to make her happy. 

And tonight was all about Mark, after all. 

She had to focus on the goal. Practicing for the threesome. That was what Mark wanted. She could be a good wife and provide that for him.

“Thank you for joining me and my husband tonight,” she said.

Kaylee nodded. Tara reached out and took her hand. 

“Kaylee, honey,” she said, “Say hello to Mark.”

She gestured to the bed. There, on top of the comforter, sat a fluffy white pillow wearing a strap-on dildo. 

Kaylee fixed her eyes on the ersatz Mark for a few seconds, and then she turned to Tara with wide eyes and burst into laughter. Tara couldn't help it and laughed along with her, trying and failing to get a grip on herself. The two women clung to each other for dear life until eventually they managed to stifle their helpless giggles 

“I'm sorry!” Tara said, “Dr Winters said it was important to have a physical stand-in…*

“No, no, you did great!” Kaylee said, “You're right, we just need someone to take my… to take Mark’s place. This totally works.”

“Well,” said Tara, “Let's get started.”

She lead Kaylee to the bed and the two girls sat either side of the stand-in Mark. Tara took a deep breath and placed a hand on her pillow husband. Now was the time to reassert control after the confusion of their last few sessions. Yes, she found women sexy, and maybe she found Kaylee sexier, a lot sexier, as a woman. But she was still dedicated to her husband. She had to make that clear tonight. 

Kaylee was having her own internal struggle. Having a stand-in really did make a difference, even if it was something as silly as a pillow with a rubber dick. Tonight that pillow was Mark, which meant that Kaylee didn't have to be. The thought was strangely freeing. She reached out and touched the pillow Mark and imagined all the masculinity, all the bravado, all the societal expectation to be a man flowing out of her and into that pillow. It felt like a weight had lifted.

She could be a girl now with no hesitation. The man Tara wanted was still right here. In pillow form.

She turned to Tara and smiled, “What now?”

Tara looked up from Mark’s blank surface to Kaylee's eager face. How did threesomes usually go? Half-remembered images from movies and porn flashed through her mind and she grinned, “Let's give him a show.”

She unclipped her bra and slipped it down her arms, letting her gorgeous full breasts hang free. They jiggled slightly, her dark nipples already firm with arousal. Kaylee gasped softly. Mark had seen Tara's breasts hundreds of times before, of course, but sharing them with this new, beautiful woman felt somehow thrilling. Exciting. Dangerous.

She rested a hand on Kaylee’s thigh and leaned in, pressing her lips to Kaylee’s. Kaylee made a soft noise of pleasure and kissed her back with warm, moist lips. Tara’s other hand moved to Kaylee's tummy, stroking the sexy ridges of her abs, hooking into her garter straps and snapping them lightly against Kaylee’s skin. Kaylee let out a gasp and, god, now Tara really did have to pounce. 

She wrapped a hand in Kaylee's hair and turned her head to the side so she could attack her neck with sharp, sucking kisses, drawing sweet moans from Kaylee’s cherry lips each time.

“Oh… mmm… ah… Tara…”

She worked her way down, to Kaylee's little lace-covered breasts, and pushed Kaylee onto her back so she could continue down her firm tummy, down between her legs. She slipped over Kaylee's panties for now and instead kissed her on the inside of her thighs. Kaylee whimpered and Tara grinned deviously and dragged her tongue slowly, with burning erotic intention, up Kaylee’s inner thigh.

“Ahh! Taraaaa…”

Tara’s heart fluttered at the sound of her voice, and she looked up. Kaylee’s sweet little clit was straining at her panties, a slippery wet spot already showing through the silk. Tara looked up further, hoping to make eye contact with Kaylee before she began to pleasure her, but Kaylee was looking to the side. Tara followed her gaze and her heart sank.

Mark. Of course. His stupid pillow body was still sitting there. Clearly he was enjoying the show, because he was as hard as ever. But that was her husband, and this was all for him, of course, of course, of course…

Kaylee was helpless, her body overwhelmed by the sensations of Tara’s questing lips. All she could do was lie there, helpless and feminine, while her beautiful wife marked her body with a trail of hickeys. Mark sat motionless on the bed, watching over them. Next time that would be her, watching regally as Tara made out with another woman to arouse him. And that was the position she would rather be in, of course, even if the thought made her stomach sink.

“Do you like this, Marky?” Tara asked, and it took Kaylee a moment to realize she was talking to the pillow. Tara continued, “We were just getting warmed up for you, baby,” and she glanced at Kaylee nervously, “Just putting on a show for my sexy husband.”

“That's… that's right,” Kaylee murmured.

Tara ran a hand down Mark’s side, “You're so… so manly, baby. Such a masculine man. And… and I love it.” 

Her fingers curled around the strap-on and she stroked it a couple of times.

“He likes that,” Kaylee said quickly, “He likes it when you stroke his dick.”

Tara nodded, “It's so, um. It's so big. I love your big dick, Mark.”

“He likes that you like it,” Kaylee offered weakly.

Tara kept stroking Mark’s lifeless dick. It was a good dick, Kaylee noted. At least as big as the real Mark’s real erection, and unfailingly solid and hard. Pillow Mark would never have trouble staying hard during a blowjob. He would never get upset or uncomfortable and have to stop. In some ways, he was more masculine than the real Mark.

Somehow, Tara seemed less than impressed. Kaylee could see her trying to look enraptured by the rubber cock, but the pointlessness of the action was hard to ignore. After a while she turned back to Kaylee, and the bored look in her eyes was burned away by real lust. 

“Don't think I forgot about you,” she purred. 

Before Kaylee could react, Tara’s mouth was on her again, pressing firmly against the wet spot in her panties, teasing her with her tongue. Kaylee moaned with pleasure, the slippery feeling of silk, Tara’s strong tongue stroking her clit, the heat and moisture of her mouth soaking through the fabric. 

“Oh my god, Tara, babyyyy…”

Tara just smiled up at her as she continued mouthing whorishly at Kaylee’s throbbing clit. Kaylee’s heart swelled. God, she was so beautiful, and she loved her so much, and she looked so much happier than she ever did during normal sex. Her eyes were sparkling fiercely.

“Babyyyy,” Kaylee whined, “I want… ah… I want to taste you…”

Tara looked confused for a moment, and then her eyes brightened and she quickly wiggled out of her panties and swung her leg over Kaylee’s body. She settled back on her knees so she could continue sucking and licking Kaylee’s wet clitty, while at the same time pressing her burning, dripping pussy back towards Kaylee’s mouth. Kaylee didn’t hesitate and started lapping at Tara's clit with desperate, greedy desire. Tara moaned, letting Kaylee slip from her mouth, and turning her head to the side, where she saw Mark. 

That stupid dildo was still poking pointlessly into the air, and Tara glared at it. This was her husband, she tried to remind herself. This was the whole purpose of the roleplay. She tried to picture the pillow with more of Mark’s features, but Kaylee had already claimed all the good ones. Mark's muscles looked better on Kaylee, Mark’s pretty face suited her better, Mark’s laugh and gentle voice and gushing poetic words had all been claimed by Kaylee when Mark himself had shut them away for so long. All that was left for the pillow was Mark’s macho facade, his emotional repression, all the toxic masculine features that had crept in during high school and which Tara realized now that she hated. In her mind now that pillow held all the parts of Mark that had hidden Kaylee from her, and she wanted it fucking gone. 

She turned away from Mark and back to Kaylee, who even now was sending spikes of pleasure through Tara’s body as she hungrily ate her out. Tara fought through the shivers and pulled off Kaylee’s panties, tugging them quickly past her thighs, slipping them over her stockings, exposing her soaked and straining clit. Tara kissed it deeply, sucking it into her mouth even as she left Mark’s rubber cock abandoned to the side. Her hands settled on Kaylee’s beautiful ass, and she paused.

She pulled back, letting Kaylee slip out of her lips with a wet pop and a muffled “Ooh!” from between her legs. She licked her lips, squeezing Kaylee's juicy cheeks, eyeing her plush ass with lust. The straps of Kaylee’s garters pressed tightly against her cheeks, making little indentations in her soft skin. So round. So smooth. So inviting. If only she had a better angle. 

Tara’s eyes gleamed. Finally something Mark was good for.

She grabbed his pillowy body and stuffed him under Kaylee’s hips, propping her booty up a little higher. Kaylee paused her licking, but only for a moment. She was clearly unsure what was happening, but she trusted Tara enough to keep going.

“Good girl,” Tara cooed, and she spread Kaylee’s legs wide, hooking her arms over them to pull Kaylee’s beautiful ass towards her hungry mouth. 

She dived her tongue into Kaylee's cleft and heard her squeal at the unfamiliar sensation. God, she had to press in deep, burying her face between Kaylee’s juicy cheeks, searching for her tender hole. She found it and licked it roughly, prompting more squeals from Kaylee, and began licking faster, sloppier, chasing desires she had repressed for so long she had almost forgotten them. She felt Mark’s rubber cock against her arm but ignored it, digging her tongue into Kaylee’s sweet ass, making her wet, opening her up as Kaylee writhed and moaned underneath her. She was still trying helplessly to tend to Tara’s pussy, and Tara grinned wickedly at the thought. What a good girl. And good girls get rewarded…

She pulled back and lifted her hips. She looked underneath her, at Kaylee’s flushed, soaked, gorgeous face.

“Babygirl,” she cooed, “You’re doing such a good job for me.”

Kaylee smiled a sloppy, dizzy smile, “Thank you baby… I love you…”

“I love you too, baby,” Tara cooed, “I'm going to finger you now, okay?”

Kaylee looked shocked, but her eyes met Tara’s, and after a moment of warm connection she took a deep breath and said, “Okay, Tara.”

Tara smiled and stuck a finger in her mouth, getting it nice and wet and slippery, and then pressed it firmly into Kaylee’s asshole.

Kaylee let out a long, loud moan as Tara’s slippery finger sank in to the first knuckle, then the second.

“Good girl, baby,” Tara purred, “You're being so brave, my love.”  

Kaylee sighed deeply, and Tara’s finger sank in further, all the way to the hilt now. Tara flexed it experimentally and Kaylee moaned. Tara’s heart was racing. She was penetrating another woman. She had her finger inside another woman! She felt a burning arousal through her whole body like a fever. How could she ever go back to straight sex after this? 

Kaylee lay under her, with Tara’a knees digging into the mattress next to her ears, and clasped her hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. She had never had anything in her ass before, but god, there was no going back. She felt so tiny and feminine being stretched around Tara’s finger, and so wonderfully, deliciously full. She wanted more.

She moved her hand and groaned, “Tara… babyyyy…”

Tara looked underneath her body and grinned at her, “Yes, babygirl?”

“You're inside me…” Kaylee marveled. 

Tara’s eyes went wide and she nodded eagerly.

“Come here, Kaylee, my beautiful girl,” she said, “Let me kiss you, baby.” 

Tara helped Kaylee change positions, resting her head on a pillow so they could lie face to face and kiss. Tara fetched a bottle of lube from the bedside table and worked some quickly into Kaylee’s asshole, making her nice and slippery again as she slid her finger back in. She added a second finger and Kaylee closed her eyes and moaned again.

“Godddd Tara…. It feels so good…”

“You love it, don't you?” Tara whispered, “You love having me inside you… you love being my slutty little girl…”

Kaylee opened her eyes and studied Tara’s face. Anxious curiosity blossomed slowly into understanding.

“That's what you want, isn't it?” Kaylee murmured, “You want a girl.”

Panic gripped Tara’s heart. She pulled her hand away from Kaylee’s butt, prompting a gentle, “Unf.”

“No, no,” Tara said frantically, “I want Mark. I want my husband. I want…” 

She searched desperately for Mark and found him lying forgotten in the corner of the bed. She sat up and hugged him close.

“He's so sexy,” she said, holding the stupid, lifeless fake to her chest. She kissed it foolishly, a weak imitation of the passionate way she had just been kissing Kaylee.

Kaylee gazed up at her, and a joyful smile slowly spread across her face.

“No you don't,” she said, her voice tinged with wonder and excitement, “You don't want Mark. You don't want a man.”

Tara looked down at Kaylee’s beautiful smiling face, and realized she just couldn't pretend anymore. Not to Kaylee, not to Mark, and not to herself.

“No, baby, I don't,” she confessed, “I don't want Mark. I just want you. I only ever wanted you. And when I thought that meant I had to settle for Mark, I was okay with that, but Kaylee... oh, Kaylee. You're right here, and you're real, and I just want you so, so bad.”

Kaylee sat up, and pulled Tara close, and kissed her. Soft, sweet, and full of love. Tara kissed her back, and they ran their hands over each other and let their bodies meld together in warmth and bliss. And then Kaylee pulled back and smiled, eyes twinkling. 

“So come and take me,” she said. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs invitingly. 

Tara’s eyes widened, then she looked down at the pillow Mark still sitting in her lap. The totemic embodiment of all the masculinity that had shrouded Kaylee for so long. 

She tore off his dick and threw him across the room. 

Kaylee giggled and clapped her hands excitedly as Tara fastened the strap-on around her own waist. She smiled down at her beautiful wife as she slathered lube over her new cock. 

“I love you, Kaylee,” she said.

“I love you so–oh!” Kaylee squeaked as she felt the slippery head of Tara’s strap-on press between her cheeks, “I love you so much, Tara. Please be gentle.” 

“Of course, my love,” Tara kissed her softly as she settled herself between Kaylee’s open legs. Missionary position. Mark's favorite. 

That was the last time she ever wanted to think about Mark. 

She flexed her hips, rubbing her rubber cock back and forth against Kaylee’s opening. The pressure against her clit felt good, but watching the anxious, lustful expression on Kaylee’s face felt even better.

Kaylee was lost in bliss and anticipation. Her wife wanted her! Not as the man she had forced herself to become, but as herself. She thought Kaylee was sexy. And she was going to fuck her now, with her thick strap. Tara’s head pressed against her eager hole, already warmed up and slippery with lube and saliva, and Kaylee let out a long, slow breath and let it in. 

“Ohhhh,” she exhaled. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at her gorgeous wife dreamily, “Oh, Taraaaa…”

“Good girl, Kaylee,” Tara cooed, “Take it all, baby.”

“Mmmmm,” Kaylee moaned. The pressure felt so good, filling her, stretching her. It hurt a bit, but that was okay. Pain was just Tara entering the body. She clung to her wife’s back as she rocked her hips back and forth, pressing slowly deeper, each thrust coaxing desperate, loving words from Kaylee's lips., “Tara… fill me up, baby. I want all of you… everything you want, mm… everything you are, I want it inside me, and around me… ohh… I want… no more secrets… ahh… no more holding, mm, no more holding back, I want to be yours… I want you, all mine, all of you… ahh…”

Tara giggled, looking down fondly at the slutty, breathless girl babbling helplessly and writhing in pleasure beneath her. She kissed her sweet lips, saying with actions what Kaylee was trying to say with words. 

“Tara…” Kaylee gasped as Tara thrust her hips harder into her, “I want to write you poems…”

“Oh, babyyyy…” Tara cooed. Kaylee hadn't written her poems since middle school, and it thrilled her to know that was yet another beautiful thing Mark’s destruction had set free. Tara swooped in for a deep kiss, and Kaylee wrapped her legs around her, locking her deep inside, pulling her warm body closer. Tara ground her hips tightly against Kaylee's plush cheeks, each thrust pressing thrillingly against her own clit. She shuddered as a small orgasm rocked through her but kept going, riding the pleasure, building more and more. Kaylee began to whimper beneath her. 

“I want you to stay like this forever,” Tara gasped, “No more Mark. Just Kaylee. My girl forever.”

Kaylee nodded frantically, “Yes, baby. Forever and ever.”

“And no more silly talk about threesomes,” Tara hissed.

Kaylee blushed deeply, “No, baby. I only… I only wanted one because I thought I wasn't enough for you…”

She turned her head, ashamed. It was the truth. Mark had pretended he was driven by his own masculine desires but the truth was that deep inside he had known he would never be able to give Tara what she needed. The threesome was just the only way he could think of to try and fix things while keeping his dignity intact. 

“Oh, baby,” Tara cooed, “You’re right. You weren't enough.”

Kaylee turned back to her, her eyes wide and questioning. Tara smiled.

“But now you're so much more than I ever could have wished for,” she said.

With that, she kissed Kaylee and ground her strap deep inside her, and the two women came together, gasping into each other's mouths, finally connected as they should be.

When the aftershocks finally stopped, and Tara had gently extracted her strap from Kaylee’s tender ass, the young couple snuggled together and gazed lovingly into each other's eyes.

“Never going back?” Tara whispered.

“Never,” Kaylee smiled. 

 Tara beamed and hugged her tightly.

“We’re gonna have lots to talk about at our next session,” she said.

Kaylee giggled.

—

“So we talked it out, and we realised some things,” Tara smiled proudly, “Baby?”

“I want… I want to be a woman,” said Kaylee. Tara gave her hand an encouraging squeeze and Kaylee nodded and corrected herself, “I am a woman.”

“And I'm a lesbian,” said Tara.

Dr Winters smiled and ticked something off in her notepad.

“There we go,” she said. 

there we go indeed!!! babes i'm gonna be honest the patreon text editor is lacking in functionality so please do let me know if you would like stories like this in a different format!

i'm not sure if i'm gonna post this one on scribblehub, is it too porny? it might have to be a literotica exclusive idk

anyway please tell me what you think! love you babes thank you for the money btw <3