His gorgeous wife was on her hands and knees, white stockings and basque covered in an oily mess. Her head was on the pillow as she bit into it, her h...nds tied to the bed board. Her waist curved out and up to her peach ass and he groaned at the view. A man he'd never seen before dressed only in a crazy zipper face mask had his hand wrist deep in her anus. The slopping, farting noise was air and oil escaping from Stacey as he made rapid thrusts in and out of her. The hole was so wide he almost. After adding a matching set of panties I felt devine. She brought mea pair of black thigh hi stockings which I carefully rolled up my silkysmooth legs. After handing me a short black dress I slipped it on, shezipped it up in the back and then had me sit in a salon chair.She began to work on my face, she tweezed a few hairs from my eyebrows, nottoo much as I couldn't have them look to feminine. She began on my makeup.Foundation, setting powder, blush and eyeshadow. She outlined my lips andthen. Now she seems to crave making love at every opportunity. Now she wants to be the wife and companion that she hasn't been for so long. What happened this time? It is maddening. I can't figure out why she changed all those months ago and I again have no clue as to why she has changed again. But in each case, it is obvious to me that neither woman is the woman that I married and loved for all these years. Where has that wonderful, caring and loving woman gone to and can I ever find her again? Who. "Isn't that some lame euphemism for rubbing your titties in my face."Morehagg smiled. She placed her hands on either side of her swollen breasts and squeezed them together. Jackson almost expected to hear some kind of stupid boing sound effect."Why don't you close your eyes, relax and enjoy it," Morehagg said with a voice like crushed velvet."Yeah right," Jackson said. "And when I open them you'll be rubbing two of those stupid slime creatures against the side of my head. Or it will be two.