Male 44. I've fallen in love with my ex-housekeeper. When I was 38, I married a wonderful woman who was 69. We were neighbors, after I moved into our neighborhood after I divorced my 1st wife. My 1st marriage was abusive for me, as I endured 5 years of psychological and physical abuse. I was 33. I became friendly with my neighbor, and she quickly became one of my best friends. I felt a closeness like I never had with my x-wife. We started dating, became intimate, and I proposed 7 yrs ago. I was incredibly in love, and I moved into her house after we married. I decided to hire a housekeeper so my wife would never have to lift a finger. She was my queen, and I massaged and kissed her feet everyday.
My housekeeper, Melanie, was an attractive, lovely Phillipine girl, 22, who was working her way thru college. We liked her immediately, and she was so appreciative to get the opportunity. But after I hired her, she told me her 'secret' - she was male. A pre-op transsexual who had lived as a woman 24/7 for a few years. I had no way of knowing, and my wife assumed she was 100% female. I hired her anyway, and I never regretted it. I took an interest in her education, and allowed her flexibility with her schedule. She was a dream to have around, and my wife was crazy about her.
When my wife became ill, Melanie went above an beyond to be there for us. She cared for my wife as if she were her own mother. And she gave me the shoulder to cry on as my wife's condition became terminal. Before my wife passed away 18 months ago, she told me that if Melanie and I were attracted to each other, we should date, with her blessings. She passed without ever knowing Mel was transsexual. I kept Melanie on, as she had become close as a friend. She got her degree and I helped get her a nice white collar job. After a few months, we started dating. I was lonely, and I realized just how much I adored Mel. We openly discussed our "situation" , with her having male sex organs, and me never having 'gone that way'. And I gave a transsexual, college girl, friend of hers a job as my houskeeper.
Melanie was a total sweetheart, and when I was ready, we made love. I have gotten used to her "equipment", but more importantly, we are inseperable. I think about her all the time, and I realize her "person" is way more important than her sex organs. And I love to give her all the pleasure she can handle, to hold her close when we're in bed, and to massage and kiss her feet everytime we see each other.