Matts New Beginning

I want to start by saying that all of my stories are purely fictional and in no way should be taken for more than erotic fantasy. Having said that I will say that some of the characters I write about are real people in my life that I use for inspiration only. Their names and personal details have been altered to protect their true identities.

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This story is about a man and a young trans woman. After a nasty divorce the man meets a beautiful trans woman. What ensues is their story. If that bothers you please stop reading now and jump to your next story of interest. There are so many to choose from here that surely you can find something that turns you on.

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My name is Matt, I am thirty years old, my now ex-wife is Charla she is twenty-nine years old. My now also ex-best-friend is named Brad. Brad and I are the same age, only two months apart in birthdays. They are both exes, as I was blind and didn't see until it was too late. But mostly they are exes because they are fucking assholes.

Brad had been my best friend since Junior High school. He and his family moved in down the street from my family. We hit it off right away and became best friends and remained so, right up until that day.

Brad was always a handsome and smooth talking bastard. All throughout high school he had talked his way into so many pairs of panties, sometimes it was easier to count the ones he hadn't been in.

Charla and I met in college. She was in one of my foreign language classes. I was learning Spanish as I figured I could use being bilingual to help when I started my own investment business. My goal was five years for an investment firm then branch out on my own.

Charla was very attractive in the girl-next-door kind of way. She wasn't runway model beautiful but she was wife beautiful. Standing at five feet six inches and one hundred-twenty pounds she was almost perfect. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Big 36D tits and an ass that was to die for.

One day after a couple of weeks of admiring her in class I asked her out. I was kind of surprised when she said yes. But I figured nothing ventured nothing gained. We went to dinner then bowling. It was a mild date but one where we could talk and get to know each other. It took four dates before we found ourselves in my dorm room fucking half the night away.

We both graduated college at the same time and one week after graduation, I proposed. She said yes. We planned a fall wedding about five months later. We were married and took a Jamaican cruise out of Florida for our honeymoon. It was seven days of sun, fun and fucking.

We both got jobs and settled into a routine and started saving to buy a house, which we did one year later. Life was good and I thought happy. As with any relationship I guess one partner is always happier than the other. In our case it was me. Charla unknowingly to me had decided to go for greener pastures. She decided to do that with my best friend Brad.

So, just three weeks before our second wedding anniversary I came home from work in the middle of the day to grab something I needed for the office I had forgotten that morning. It was Charla's day off. I never woke her when I left if it was her day off. I chose to let her sleep in as much as she wanted. She always texted shortly after she woke up. On this day, she had not texted. I wondered as I drove towards home if she was still sleeping at almost noon.

I turned onto our street and saw Brad's car in our driveway. Very strange, I thought to myself. Brad had a day job same as me. Neither had said anything to me about him coming over. Adding those thoughts to no "Good Morning" text from Charla and I had a very bad feeling about what I was about to find in my own home.

I was trying to hold on to hope. Maybe they were planning a surprise for our upcoming anniversary. My birthday was also just one month after that, so maybe they were planning a surprise for that. My logical mind knew neither of those were going to be proven as the case. My mind already knew that my marriage would not see it's two year anniversary. But my heart was not ready to accept that fact.

Friday night found me sitting in a small bar a town over from where I lived. It was only about ten miles but it was far enough to get me away from THEM. Them being my ex-wife and my ex-best-friend.

They had brought their shit-fuck asshole selves into the bar I was at having a beer relaxing after a long hard week. They saw me and proceeded to rub my face into the fact they were going to fuck each others brains out later.

Rather than sit and take it, or beat his fucking ass and wind up in jail. I chose to exit stage left. The bartender was a friend of mine named Holly and she knew by the look on my face that shit might be about to go down. She came to me and told me to burn off, that my tab was on her tonight. So that is exactly what I did. I left.

It had been about eighteen months ago I had come home from work unexpectedly and boom the same old cliche'. I caught my wife and best friend fucking themselves hard and heavy in my marital bed. I had managed to hold my cool long enough to take about twenty-five minutes of video with my phone. It truly was an eternity but I knew the video could be my life-saving grace.

I had video of them licking and sucking each other, that's where I came in. They were locked in a tight sixty-nine. They moved to her on her hands and knees with him behind her. He stuck his cock, noticeably bigger than mine. Of course, another cliche', right up her asshole with absolutely no preparation. She took it easily which let me know this wasn't the first time. That was a shock as she never would let me fuck her asshole. Exit only she always said.

She was such a slut, he started going back and forth ass to mouth until he eventually unloaded in her mouth. Neither of the fucking assholes had seen my phone peeping around the door from where I was standing in the hall. Their pillow talk was yet another stake to my heart.

As they lay there recovering, I got about two minutes of them talking about how they were gonna fuck me over in the divorce and take the house, all my 401K as well as our savings and alimony. I reached a point right then that I couldn't take anymore. I stepped into the doorway and said, "Good luck with the whore." I turned and walked out to my truck. I left before either could don clothes and follow me.

Of course my phone started blowing up right away. I turned it off and drove. My mind was racing a mile a minute. I needed to act, and fast. Now that I knew, I was sure they would not hesitate in their plans to fuck me over, financially at the very least.

I pulled off into a parking lot for a small convenience store and started up my laptop. I used a portable hot spot for work so I was able to get online from anywhere.

I logged onto the bank where Charla and I shared a joint checking and savings account. Between the two accounts we had about forty thousand saved up. We had intended to buy a bigger house soon and start working on having kids. I thought we wanted three. Apparently that was bullshit.

I quickly opened a new account in my name only and transferred 100% of the money in both accounts to my new private account. Then I logged on to all three credit cards that we shared. I paid off and closed the accounts. I then went to the T-Mobile site and changed my phone to a new account with just me. I closed the old account and turned off Charla's phone. There were penalties but I didn't care. I left the electricity and water on at the house, but I did log on and disconnect the cable and internet.

I sat there for a few minutes thinking there wasn't much else I could do on short notice. I knew I would eventually have to give Charla half of the money back but that would be later after the divorce was final, before she could use it for an attorney or any other way to screw me over.

With that I headed out to find a hotel. I knew there was a couple of extended stay hotels close by. I figured two weeks and I should be able to find an apartment. I didn't give a fuck about the house, except financially. I knew I would never spend a single night in that house again.

Long story short, the divorce went through. It took about nine months to become final. With the video I was able to prove they had been planning premeditated to financially rake me over the coals.

Her lawyer, financed by my ex-best friend, tried to block the video. I explained that I had thought that my wife was being raped (I had not thought that, but my lawyer informed me that I had indeed thought that). My lawyer (coincidentally who was my sister) argued that as I was in my own home and had reasonable fear a crime was being committed that I had every right to video inside my own home. The judge agreed.

With the video proving in their own words my allegations of their intent to defraud me of all my money, their case was shot. Charla received $5K in cash and the house. She was required to refinance the house without my name in 120 days from the date of the divorce. Failure to do so would default the house to me, giving me the same 120 days to refinance without her name. The judge hit the gavel, "Case Closed - Divorce Granted."

Charla was infuriated that she was unable to get my 401K which she knew had about $700K. She also got zero alimony. I knew it would take almost the entire $5K she got in cash to pay fees and points to refinance the house. I couldn't have been happier with the outcome. My sister was a shark of a Family Lawyer.

Charla did manage to refi the house, I was ok with that as I didn't want to live there anyways. She also did contact my sister a few times demanding to talk to me and swearing she would make me pay her share, that I had ripped her off and this was not over. My sister never told her how to contact me and laughed as she said, "See you in court slut."

It had taken about four months but Charla finally gave up with my sister. She and asshole, who had moved in with her the second the divorce was granted took to trying to humiliate me whenever they ran in to me around town. Just like tonight in the bar. They were hell bent on letting anyone who would watch know that I was kicked to the curb for a better man. No one really seemed to care, but they tried anyways.

So here I was just over ten miles from home in a bar I don't normally go to having a cold beer with people I don't normally drink with. The bartender was a beautiful small framed woman.

She appeared to be of Hispanic origin, about five foot five inches tall. She was maybe one hundred-thirty pounds. Long jet black hair down between her shoulder blades. Dark eyes and perfect skin complexion. Her tits where probably a 32C and her hips slightly flared into an incredible ass. Yes beautiful indeed.

For some reason this new bar was slow even though it was a Friday night. I was one of only seven people in the bar. This gave the bartender time to talk to each customer a bit more than normal. She introduced herself to me as Carmen. It was obvious to Carmen that I was quite taken with her. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it and be receptive.

As we talked I told her how I came to be in her bar tonight and after meeting her, I was glad that I was here. She smiled and touched my arm before going off to serve another customer. She looked back to catch me staring at her perfect ass as she walked away. It looked like she gave it a little extra shake.

That night Carmen spent a lot of time talking to me. It remained slow. Carmen figured it was due to the fair that was going on. I stayed until closing time, I tried to pace myself drinking but it was a losing battle. At closing time I was shitfaced drunk. I was not babbling or incoherent but I was far to drunk to drive. Carmen insisted I stay while she closed up so she could drive me home. She said she Ubered to work so there would be no issue about leaving her car.

Carmen finished up and locked the doors to the bar before we climbed up into my truck. She put my apartment in the GPS in case I passed out, and took off. Carmen handled my big 4x4 like she had been driving trucks her whole life. Even drunk I was impressed.

At my apartment I asked Carmen if she wanted to crash since it was almost 4AM and getting an Uber at that time would be extremely difficult. I assured her I would drive her home when we woke and told her I had two bedrooms so she could take one and I the other. She only hesitated for a minute before accepting. One, she knew getting an Uber wouldn't be easy and two, she was exhausted.

I showed Carmen the guest bedroom and guest bath. I offered her a big t-shirt which she accepted. We both headed for the showers. I was out and getting a bottle of water from the fridge when Carmen came in asking if she could have one. I handed her a bottle. She stood on tiptoes and kissed my cheek before she said goodnight and headed for the bedroom. I headed for mine and we turned in.

I awoke at 9AM with some one snuggled up behind me. I turned my head enough to see the jet black hair. I settled back down pushing back a bit to get closer to the sexy little Carmen. Then I felt something strange. I wasn't sure but it felt like a cock poking against my ass. A very hard cock. I almost bolted out of bed but I was sure I was imagining things. I reached back with my hand and fuck, I closed my hand not only around a very hard cock, but a very large cock as well.

In shock I didn't release the cock I just held it. It was then a moan came from Carmen and a slight hip thrust moved the cock in my hand. Carmen must have woke because we both lay there frozen, neither quite sure what to do. To this day I can't tell you why but I squeezed her cock and stroked it. Carmen took that as a sign and started to thrust against my hand. She also leaned in and started kissing the back of my neck.

I continued to stroke her cock and her kisses were really exciting me. She reached around and started lightly pinching my nipples and caressing my chest. Carmen rolled over on top of me pushing me onto my back. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes. Her beauty overtook me and the fact that she had a cock did not matter even one iota. We kissed, it was hot, passionate and weird. It was weird to me because I had never been the kissee, I had always been the kisser.

It was obvious though, that I was the kissee this time. Carmen was in control and somehow we both just knew that. I had never been submissive in my life, but now I was Carmen's to do with as she wished. Her tongue was exploring my mouth. Her hands were holding my face as she kissed me. I slid my hands down between us and started stroking her big hard cock again. I still hadn't seen it but it felt huge. She was leaking precum onto my hands. Yes hands; I was using both hands on her cock, it was that big.

Finally Carmen broke the kiss and sat up straddling me. I could feel my own cock raging. I was harder than I think I had ever been. As she sat up I got my first look at her magnificent cock. It had to be at least ten inches long It was also fat, I am guessing two and a half inches thick for sure. It was long, fat, and cut with a big purple head. Carmen looked down at me and smiled that beautiful sexy amazing life changing smile. I was smitten.

I realized I was still double handing her amazing cock, I also noticed I was subconsciously pulling her forward. Did I really want this? Was I really going to have sex with a tranny? A beautiful incredibly sexy tranny, but still a tranny. I was still drawing her up over my stomach and across my chest. Then it was there, her huge hard cock was a mere millimeter from my lips. Carmen's eyes were begging but she refused to push, until I accepted her. I did.

I opened my mouth and licked the fat angry looking purple head. I tasted shemale precum for the first time in my life. I was shocked at the taste. It wasn't bitter, it was slightly sweet and delicious. I took my hands off her cock and moved them to her sweet tight little ass. I pushed her ass forward forcing her cock into my waiting mouth. Carmen took my acceptance and once again took control.

She lifted her ass off my chest, grabbed my hair in both hands and pulled my head forward as she pushed with her hips. She didn't force herself deep, she just started sawing in and out of my hot wet mouth. I was sucking a cock. I had never imagined in my life I would suck a cock, least of all that I would love it.

Finally Carmen spoke. It was the first either of us had said since we woke with her big hard cock stabbing me in the ass. "Mmmm yes baby take that big she cock. Suck me like you know you want to. Become my bitch and I will teach you to love this big fat cock more than you ever loved pussy. Mmmm yes like that baby suck me use your tongue, She whispered."

Carmen's dirty talk engulfed me and made me want nothing more than to please her and her big hard she cock. Her words were humiliating but somehow made me even hotter for her cock. In no time at all I was taking at least two-thirds of her big cock. I could feel her trying to push into my throat and I would gag but neither of us tried to stop her from fucking my mouth. I was hers to use as she wanted and she knew it.

Carmen pulled her cock back and my mouth followed trying to get it back into my sucking lips. But she stepped off the bed and stood beside it. She guided me around until I was laying on my back with my head off the edge. I knew then what she wanted as I had used the exact position many times myself.

I shivered in anticipation of what she planned for her cock and my poor virgin throat. But at that moment I wanted it, I wanted it more than anything. I think I already had BCF and didn't even know it yet. BCF, big cock fever. Or maybe it was just Carmen, fuck she is beautiful and crazy sexy hot.

She rubbed her wet drooling cock head on my lips smearing them with precum and said, "Open and give me my throat bitch." What can I say? I opened and in she pushed. My throat was indeed hers now and she was going to take it. Over and over Carmen worked her hips in and out. I could feel my throat starting to stretch as I kept gagging. Spit and drool was running down over my closed eyes and forehead soaking my hair. I knew I was becoming a slimy mess, but she didn't stop. Then I felt it.

I felt my throat open, I felt her sliding in. I felt her big full nuts on my face. I felt her smooth thighs against my forehead. She was in all the way, ten inches of very big very hard cock was down my throat. I felt elation for being able to give this to Carmen. Then I heard, "That's it bitch, I knew you could take me. You will never be satisfied with pussy again. Every time you get horny it will be for my cock. Now get ready, I am going to fuck your hot tight throat."

Carmen did just that, she wasn't rough or mean but she did take my throat over and over and over. In and out. I didn't even realize when I stopped gagging and just lay there letting her fuck my face. Her big hard cock going balls deep into my sucking mouth and hot wet throat. Then I felt her swell a bit and knew she was about to cum. I didn't even hesitate to think did I want it, yes I wanted it.

I wanted her to cum in my mouth because I knew that is what she wanted and what she expected of me. There was no discussion to be had. I was going to swallow her cum and it was decided the second I opened my mouth and licked her fat round cock head. So that is what happened. Carmen held my head in her hands to dispel any thoughts I might be having about not swallowing her hot load and she came.