“Have fun dancing with your new friend.” I laughed and walked off through the club. I could see that there was a balcony directly over the dance...floor. This was perfect. I could get a bird’s-eye view on my drunk wife. I made my way to the top. I leaned over the balcony and could clearly see Emma. They had not wasted any time. Within seconds they were glued to one another. She had her bum in his crotch. His hands were exploring her huge arse as they swayed to the music. She was periodically. In collage I meet my wife and informed her of my fetish for female clothes before the relationship became to serious. The acceptance she gave me was surprising and very amazing to me. After I told her we would often go shopping for clothes and make-up. When we graduated from collage we married and like any other professional couple bought a home in the burbs. With my wife's constant help I perfected my female look to the level that I could go out dressed and fool most people in public. My wife. "Go to my pussy, I want you to eat my pussy." She said breathing hard. I went down to her shorts. There was a wet spot on them. She clearly wasn't wearing any panties. I took of her shorts revealing her pussy. She had a patch of red hair down there but I could see her pussy lips. She was wet and I could smell the aroma of her pussy. It was intoxicating.I went down and licked her which made her jump a little. I began to use my tong and explore her pussy. The tasted wasn't bad at all. It was very. She pushed toward me and pulled away, arching her back to thrust herself into my mouth, her hands roving through my hair, guiding my head into the angle she wanted. She let me suck her breasts for all of three minutes. It felt like an eternity and at the same time, just an instant. Finally, she pushed my head away hard, as if convincing herself that it was time to quit.“Go to work, baby,” she croaked.Mom’s eyes were wild. With her hair so disheveled, she looked ... well, horny, really horny. My.