Weetommy is the nickname my wife gave me. It was, she thought, very funny. It of course referred to my penis.

We were married for 31 years. She passed away 22 years ago. I miss her every day. We had a wonderful sex life and I still do. I'll be 71 years old next month and Weetommy still gets it up and keeps it up.

I've done lots of things over the years. We were swingers, I still crossdress,I'm not as cute as I once was but still enjoy it.

Two years ago in Amsterdam I kissed a boy for the first time. That was it, just a kiss, It was so hot. I've never had sex with a man, and was never turned on by it. Except for one fantasy about being with a shemale. My wife knew and we sometimes played games. My friend who I was in Amsterdam knows and dared me to do it. All I did was the kiss.

Until this past November. She teased me that I was afraid of doing it with a ?real? man. Maybe I was but I just didn't want to do it. I wasn't even sure I wanted to really do it at all. She said that I'd be a faggot, her words,anyway. Weather it was a cute little tranny or some stud, I knew that and that was keeping me from doing anything.

She can be very demanding at times, So she gave me a choice. I would suck a mans cock or she would punish me with ten strokes of her belt. She said all ten and I was free. Six and I'd only have to suck his cock.  At five I was in tears and begging. At six I said yes.