This is a fantasy of mine, but if anyone here wants make it cum true, you're certainly welcomed. The beginning of this could start any way, like when we are just in bed together or on a date. But here is just one beginning , one
scenario on how I was proposed to and eventually got married...again just a fantasy, but knows?...

I met "Jim" on Craigslist, not AdultFriendFinder, back when it had a personals section (damn government), he was exactly what I like: old, in his 70s, tall (I'm 6 feet and he stood a bit over me), with gray hair, wrinkles, White, with a masculine voice and lots of body hair. Jim was married, and to a woman, yet he could not shake his attraction to younger guys.

I was 39 at the time to his 70s, but then, as today, I look, feel and sound younger. Except for one or two gray hairs creeping in, most everyone says I look like I'm in my 20s. As you may be able see in my pixies, I am tall, White, with brown hair and eyes, slim everywhere except for my stomach, with round, plump buttcheeks (that is how my lovers describe them anyways), and an average-sized uncut cock. I shave my entire body-armpits, chest, tummy, cock, balls, genitals, bikini line, ass, legs, even my arms and hands smooth, to be boyish or fem, to be a nice smooth sissy for older men. And recently I just started wearing panties (I discovered they were comfortable) and may even try other female clothes like a dress and bikini.

This is a fantasy of mine, but if anyone here wants make it cum true, you're certainly welcomed. The beginning of this could start any way, like when we are just in bed together or on a date. But here is just one beginning , one
scenario on how I was proposed to and eventually got married...again just a fantasy, but knows?...

I met "Jim" on Craigslist, not AdultFriendFinder, back when it had a personals section (damn government), he was exactly what I like: old, in his 70s, tall (I'm 6 feet and he stood a bit over me), with gray hair, wrinkles, White, with a masculine voice and lots of body hair. Jim was married, and to a woman, yet he could not shake his attraction to younger guys.

I was 39 at the time to his 70s, but then, as today, I look, feel and sound younger. Except for one or two gray hairs creeping in, most everyone says I look like I'm in my 20s. As you may be able see in my pixies, I am tall, White, with brown hair and eyes, slim everywhere except for my stomach, with round, plump buttcheeks (that is how my lovers describe them anyways), and an average-sized uncut cock. I shave my entire body-armpits, chest, tummy, cock, balls, genitals, bikini line, ass, legs, even my arms and hands smooth, to be boyish or fem, to be a nice smooth sissy for older men. And recently I just started wearing panties (I discovered they were comfortable) and may even try other female clothes like a dress and bikini.

Jim and I would mainly hook up at my work and have illicit sex in my break room. I was the only one who uses it and it is locked, so it was very safe and private. Some days he wouldn't tell me he was cumming, he would just show up at the door. I would quickly but inconspicuously usher him into the room, shut and lock the door, then sometimes he was so horny he wouldn't wait and would just grab me instantly and grope me all over, putting his hand into and down my pants to my ass then over to my front where he would stroke my cock. Meantime he would smash his lips against mine so fast, so passionately I would almost fall over, then he put his tongue into my mouth.

Before long, he would fall to his knees and start sucking my cock. After that, I would do the same to him. One time he turned around and bent over, wanting me to fuck his ass. I wasn't good at it, I am not a top, I try to be verse, but I am usually just a bottom and receiver. I could never get my cock into his hole or keep it there.
 

Again, most of the time he would just surprise me and show up unannounced, a few times we scheduled a date but could never find a private enough place to go. Neither of us had enough for a hotel room. Downtown San Diego is expensive, even Motel 6 can be $200 a night on a weekend!

One day he said he had a "religious experience" and decided to
stop being with guys. I told him I understood. I am a bit conflicted about my sexuality too. For months I didn't see or hear from him, then one day out of the blue he just surprised me at my work again.

It has now been over a year since Jim and I have been together and he never responds to my emails. He was in his 70s, so anything could have happened. For all I know he could have passed away. But as I was fantasizing abut an older man falling in love and having an obsession with me, that causes him to propose marriage, Jim came to my mind.

Here is how it could happen: One day I am walking back to my break room to get my stuff after clocking out from work when I see Jim standing there. I am ecstatic but shocked. "I thought I'd never see you again," I'd say. "I need to talk to you, Chrissy," he responds a bit seriously. I usher him into my break room and shut and lock the door.

Hungry for another man's body for so long, Jim attacks me, putting me in a bear-hug, groping my entire body on the inside of my pants. Again his lips smack hard against mine, his tongue invaded my mouth and down my throat. After a minute or two, he is on his knees unzipping and unbuttoning my pants. "Wait," I say, "what did you want to talk about?"

"My wife died from cancer over a year ago," he tells me sadly. "And for so long I was devastated. All my kids live on the other side of the country, so I had to take care of everything, the funeral, our expenses, all of it, on my own. Then I was depressed for so long and lonely. I have nobody here in California. But a few days ago I remembered how happy I was when I was with you, Chrissy."

He gets very close to my face to stress the intimacy. "I want you, Chrissy. I don't have much time left and I want to spend whats left of it with you."

"What about your kids?" I ask. "Would they accept this?"
"I'm a very old man, Chrissy, with little time left, so I no longer give a damn what they or anyone else think. I want to spend my life the way I want  For the first time!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He got back on his knees and held it up to me after opening it. Inside was a gold ring with a huge, shining diamond and his name engraved on the back. "Marry me, Chrissy."
 

I almost fainted. On one hand I was flattered, on the other hand I was conflicted. I am still a bit confused about my sexuality and still planned on doing what everyone in my life expect: marrying a woman and having kids. I am not "out" as bisexual and never planned to be. Plus, I have a very full, busy life knowing too many people who would not accept anything like this. "Jim...." I searched for the right words. He recognized my hesitance and assured me , "we don't have to do everything as a married coupled. I just want know we have special connection, we share more than just our bodies. Everything I have will be yours. And when i die-"
"Don't say -"
"Hey,  I know it will happen, I am old, it is inevitable. When I die everything I have will be yours."
"What about your kids?"
"They have enough and they don't deserve all my things anyways. You have made me happy and I want to show you my appreciation. Marry me!"
Now, a bit about me: I am known for making impulsive decisions i regret later, and it was hard for me to refuse this offer and Jim's love. "Okay, Jim," I gave in. "I'll marry you, but it can't be like a regular marriage. I can't stay with you every single day. I can stay for a few days, even a few weeks at a time here and there, but I need my own space and keep up my life as it is."
"No problem," Jim almost yelled in joy. "Thank you! I will make you so happy! And you already make me happy!" He forcefully embraced me again and kissed me.

I can't make up my mind where in this fantasy we go to get secretly married? Las Vegas? Or Palm Springs? And do we stay at a regular resort hotel like the Venetian or Bellagio, or do we stay at a private gay-only resort? This time I'll pick the private gay-only resort, that way we can be ourselves and show our love without fear. I may even wear a bikini or g-string around, at least near the pool. I hope some guys flirt with me! Though I wouldn't cheat on Jim, though he wouldn't mind. We would have an secret but "open" marriage and even do threesomes together.

Our wedding takes place here too: they have a certified person, maybe a liberal pastor or just a justice of the peace, someone like that, to officiate the wedding. We invite all the people at the resort. Our own friends and family know nothing about this and wouldn't approve. I take Jim's last name officially. I am now officially and legally HIS. And vice versa. The wedding ring he wears has my name engraved on it, as my ring has his. I hope I can cross-dress and wear a wedding dress in the ceremony. I would love the feeling of being weak, vulnerable, open, and very fem. I want to be treated entirely like a woman, even being dipped when Jim kisses me and carried over the threshold and tossed on to the bed, if Jim is strong and healthy enough to do it. Of course, if Jim wants, I will be masculine instead and wear a tux.

After the wedding ceremony, after carrying me over the threshold and dropping me on to our bed, Jim quickly strips his clothes off, being so eager to fuck me and consecrate the marriage. Of course we have had sex many times before, but now there was something special about it, something more intimate, belonging to each other. And soon being inside each other.

He jumps on top of me and straddles me like would one would a woman, my wedding dress still on but the bottom of it open and showing the panties I was wearing that concealed my hard cock. He reaches through the bottom, caressing and groping my body bottom to top, opens up the bottom of my dress, pulls down my panties, meanwhile he is kissing me everywhere passionately. He drags me to the end of the bed, puts my long, smooth legs up on his shoulders, and then inserts his huge, throbbing cock into my tight, pink hole, I think this position is known as "stuffing the turkey"? He fucks me so passionately, so hard, and deep it hurts and makes me cry and scream, but I tell him not to stop. Soon his cock swells inside me, throbs and blows his semen, his DNA all over my insides. The marriage was just consecrated! Well, so to speak.

When my dress is finally fully off, Jim sits on me, straddles me, cowgirl or cowboy-style, his big, strong, wrinkly ass falling onto my hard, thick cock, my cock going up his hole. He jumps up and down, on and off my cock, literally screwing me, each time my cock entered his ass it would go in deeper and deeper. I hit his p-spot and finally I can't hold it anymore and seed him with my sperm.

After the honeymoon at this private gay resort,-walking around in speedos, bikinis, g-strings, panties and dresses, every night, flirting with other guys, sometimes having threesomes....not to mention the pool, the sauna, and the other resort amenities-we are back at home in San Diego. I would live with Jim in his nice condo on an upper floor in a high-rise in downtown for days sometimes weeks at a  time, and we would go out to eat and date, sometimes to gay-only establishments, but other than that, I kept my life the way it was and kept our marriage a secret.

Anyways....this is just a fantasy. Though, as I said above, I am known for making impulsive decisions, so who knows what would happen if one of you, one
of my lovers proposed to me? I'd love find out .... Marry me!

Love you! Kisses!

-Chrissy

Email me: Chrissy4@protonmail.com.