..................One night I was out for happy hour with business associates and friends. When I came home I was sohorny and then I decided to go for...it. It was late (midnight). I dressed very sexy. I wore black silkstockings, black heels, garter belt, short tight spandex mini with lace on the bottom of the skirt, blackturtle neck, wig, and make up. I looked good even though one could tell I was a man.By this time it was about 1 a.m. I got in my car and drove to the Adult Theater and damn did. That thought caused my own to twitch in possible anticipation of some digital attention.I desperately felt the need for some additional stimulation. So I raised the vest top I was wearing to a position above my boobs and started to squeeze and knead my right boob. The fingers of my left hand squeezed and twisted my hard little nipples ruthlessly. The sharp pain was translated somewhere in my brain to sheer ecstasy.He leant back hard with his shoulders against the wall and spread his legs wide. I was.We pulled even with the driver, just as he glanced down into the car. He saw my wife sitting with her entire right leg exposed up past her hip. She sat looking straight ahead, but never breaking her train of thought. Every few seconds the wind would whip her dress over and cover her up, only to flip it back again and bare her hip and the side of her ass cheek to the truck driver. For the next few miles, the truck driver paced us, watching the wind play peek-a-boo with my wife’s thigh. The. She picked up the hem of her robe and wadded a generous portion of it into his mouth. Then she sent the whip whistling its song of savagery in a vicious arc before it bit into the back of her victim. The strides fell across each shoulder and across his back in much the pattern of two palm leaf fans at first. Then, so full was her skirt, she stepped to one side and delivered a series of hard parallel blows down his side and she duplicated it from the other side. Doggedly, despite the searing.