Date

I walked quietly into the bedroom, hoping to find my wife either asleep, or better yet, not there, so was startled when I found her standing in front of our bed.

"Well, it doesn't look like either one of us slept in our bed last night, does it?"

"W...what?" I asked, unsure what to say.

"You're just getting back," she said, "what happened to you?"

"N...nothing," I stammered.

She looked me up and down, saw my wrinkled dress, my disheveled makeup, chuckled. "You went home with him, didn't you?"

"W...who?" I asked as if I could fool her.

"That guy who was hitting on you...I saw you two sitting off in the corner...I saw his hand on your leg...my god!"

"April, I...I..."

"Well...did you?"

"Did I what?" I asked.

"Go home with him?"

"It...it wasn't like that," I said.

She took a step towards me, kissed me before I could react, her tongue probing my mouth. As always, I melted when she was intimate with me, didn't understand what she was doing until it was too late. "You taste like cock," she said, stepping back, smiling. "You went home with him and...and..."

I misunderstood, thought she was angry, hurt. "I...we...I didn't mean to, I didn't, I...I just...he...I'm so sorry," I apologized.

"Sorry?" she asked, looked surprised. "Sorry for what? My god, your first blowjob! That's nothing to be sorry for."

"It...it's not?"

"Honey, no, sweetie...your first blow job...this...this is so..." She took a step towards me again, hugged me. "Sweetie, I'm so happy for you," she said.

"You...you're not mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad; I've been hoping for this for months. Every time we're out and I see a guy looking at you I wonder if he could be the one. Sweetie, sit down," she pointed to the bed, "I want to hear all about it. Everything."

"Every...everything?"

"Everything. Your first blow job, oh, sweetie...was he big?"

I shrugged. "I...I suppose."

"He looked muscular, I'm not surprised...did you?"

"Did I?"

"Swallow?" she asked. "Every girl wants to the first time."

This felt surreal; my wife was asking me if I swallowed a man's cum. "April!"

"I know, I know, kiss and tell. Sweetie, this is what girlfriends do, trust me..."

"I...yea," I admitted.

"Oh, my pretty girl, sucking her first cock and getting her first taste of cum. Did you...you know...do more?"

"No," I blushed, "just...just that."

"Just a sloppy blowjob?" she smiled. My blush turned deeper. "Are you going to see him again?"

"Stop!"

"If he calls are you going to...wait...did he ask for your number?" I hesitated, nodded. "You gave it to him?" I nodded again. "Before or after the blowjob?"

"A...after," I said.

"Oh, sweetie, he's into you! Wait, does he know...you know..."

I thought back to his hand between my legs, touching me, rubbing my tucked penis. I'd tried to stop him, at the club, but he was too strong and, to be honest, I was too turned on. "Please," I'd begged.

"Shhhh, don't worry, just confirming," he said, "we'll be sure to keep that safely tucked away where it belongs."

"He...he knows," I mumbled.

"Did he play with you?" she asked, looking excited.

"Just...just through my panties," I said, "he...he said to leave it tucked."

"Oh, my," she smiled, "oh, my."

"I...I don't know if I want to...to see him again," I said.

She nodded like she understood. "I know," she said, "giving a man a blowjob involves a certain submission to a man, all girls are a little ashamed the first time. You'll see him again, trust me."

"But he...he'll think...he'll think I like...men," I said.

She chuckled. "Yea, nothing like giving a man a blowjob to make him think you like men."

"But I...but I don't," I said.

"No, you don't want to admit you do," she said, "girls that aren't into men don't give blowjobs on the first date, trust me. And they certainly don't swallow."

"April, I...I mean...you...you're going to think..."

"Hon, if I can date, it's only fair you can, too. Besides, Mark's super cute."

"How....how do you know his name?" I asked. She smiled at me, a guilty, knowing smile. "You...you know him!"

She shrugged.

"Wait, you know him, like recognized him, or know him, like..."

"The second," she said.

"You...you arranged this?"

"Kind of," she said, "but listen, I didn't put him up to anything. I know he's into feminine boys and I just told him I had a cute trans girlfriend and we'd be at the club last night. When he got there, I pointed you out, but everything else was organic."

"W...why?" I asked.

"Because...well...how do I put this...judging on how your night went, I thought it was time you had a boyfriend."

"A...a boyfriend! Why didn't you say anything?"

She smiled again. "This reaction," she said. "If I'd told you, you'd have been too nervous. This way, things just happened naturally."

"But...but I...I don't...I don't like men," I said.

She laughed. "You said that before; the smell of cock and cum on your breath say otherwise. Listen, this doesn't change anything; we're still married. But if I can date, I don't see any reason you can't too."

Just then my phone made a ding. I looked down, blushed.

"That him?" she asked.

"M...maybe," I swallowed.

She held out her hand, took my phone, read the text out-loud. I had a great time last night, let's get drinks on Friday.

"How to respond, how to respond," she said.

"April, give me that," I said.

She ignored me, typed and talked. "I had a great time, too and I'd love to get drinks on Friday. April let me in on the secret, I'm glad she introduced us."

He responded, she read. You wife's a great woman, you're lucky to have her.

"You sure you're okay with my...secret?"

"April, stop!" I gasped.

"Wait, he's typing." Of course, I prefer it...there are rules, though.

April smiled, raised an eyebrow. "Rules?" she typed.

"I expect my girl to be...girly...that means soft....feminine...tucked. Most don't have any problem with that; assume you don't either?"

"Not at all," April said as she typed, "not at all."

"April," I swallowed as she handed me my phone.

"I think you're going to enjoy this, love, I think you're really going to enjoy this."