My name was Peter Harris, a 40-something married man, married to my lovelywife Rachael. We had been married for about 20 years but had no children.Of ...ourse having such a lot of money, meant we could both devote our timeto what we really wanted to do. Money was no object. In my case, I boughtan apartment in the city about 50 miles from where we lived, where I couldcomfortably indulge in my main 'hobby', although perhaps, 'hobby' isn'treally the correct word?You see, I was a crossdresser or. I pulled off when he was finished but quickly went back down for one final deep throat to clean his cock. I wiped my face clean and caught my breath. On to phase 2 if the bed.The blowjobThe 60+ guy had gotten another injection and was fucking another girl at the party. She was bent over the bed edge. I was happily sucking a nipple while she was also fingering me. This caused me to make a giant puddle. I was wetter than an ocean. He said he needed a break so I figured this was my chance. So tell me where do you live?” “I live on Anderson Street. My house number is 35.” "I know where that is. Will be there in a couple of minutes." “You’re a beautiful woman. Are you married?” “Your much too kind. I’m married, but my husband and I just aren’t connecting these days. He travels a lot on business. I just get so bored being a housewife. Cooking and cleaning is about all the fun I have these days.” I pulled into her street and then into her driveway. “I could show you a little. She has a pretty mouth that I have always thought would look great sucking me off. We were in the friend zone, we hung out, chatted and told each other about our sex life. There was no chance that I would ever be able to sleep with her, as much as I would have liked. We had known each other too long and knew each other too well. Or so I thought. It was a summer's evening and we went out for drinks. I don’t remember too much from that night, but I remember our conversation had turned to.