..................................................That opening day was two months ago now and things could not have goneany better. There have been no...major issues in the Guidance side of thejob a few enquiries about what courses girls should take to move towardsa certain occupation so nothing that has tested my knowledge or neededClare's input.Our plan was working to perfection each working week over, off came thebreast forms out came the earrings and I was back to being husband Chris.Oh, and. Skin without a blemish. Dark blue eyes that saw clearly, even through the hung-over haze.I stepped back and looked down my body. My skin glowed. No wrinkles. No sag. It was young and tan and healthy. My middle-aged stomach was flat and I could actually see the edge of my hipbones. And then I looked down.“Fuck! Shit! God damn it!”Come and blood matted my pubic hair. I was terrified. I remembered looking at this sight twenty-five years ago. I was young again. I was seventeen. I knew this. I climb off you and grab the comforter as you stand. We walk hand in hand to our big king size bed. I throw the comforter onto the bed. I pull off my t-shirt, before I can unhook and remove my bra you are there. You put your arms around me and undo the clasp. You kiss my lips, then down my neck. Your hands slowly push down the straps off my shoulders, and your lips follow. You kiss down my chest to the valley of cleavage between my breasts. You take a small step back and the bra falls to the. It was a black guy, like Ana had said; but he was a huge and handsome black man. I confronted him directly, telling that I knew he was fucking my sexy wife from time to time.He admitted my wife was so fucking hot and he could not help fuck her. I asked him if he was fucking her in the ass; but he had tried; but his dick was too thick for Anita’s asshole; so she herself had asked him just oral and vaginal sex…His named was Vance and I accepted he could fuck my slutty babe; but under one only.