This is a series of stories about my wife and her sexual (mis)adventures. Let me start by describing her. Nisha is a beautiful young woman. Born and r...ised in a small town, Nisha is one of the hottest girls our town has ever seen. She has a body to die for. Her tiny and petite body frame is the object of every man’s desire. I get so turned on when I think of how many men out there might be masturbating thinking about ravaging my Nisha’s tight body with their rock hard lunds. Nisha has a very. It looked like Katherine was pregnant, about four or five months' worth, which she confirmed when asked. Jake was two, she said, and this pregnancy has been planned. They were hoping for a girl.Travis sat in his recliner, drinking beer and listening while I caught up with family news as related by Kathy. Valerie, my older sister, was in Germany, training to be a helicopter pilot. Margaret, my younger sister, had completed her third year at the Air Force Academy in Colorado. Ryan, my youngest. I thought about a paper that was due at the end of the week for my biology class and how I hadn’t even come up with an experiment and then it struck me. “Pheromones.” I thought to myself. “That’s it!” At that moment I had to be excreting all kinds of pheromones if I were indeed at the height of my cycle. All I needed was a pad and notebook and I could observe the public around me while I was out and about. Practically running to my closet I quickly looked for an outfit that would suit my needs. The spotlight came on as did the music. It was a song called "Sweettransvestite."Great! So they were letting everyone in the bar know that I am atransvestite! I felt completely humiliated, my cheeks must have beenbright red.I danced as seductively as I could slowly taking off my gloves which Ithrew out into the audience. Then I slowly unzipped my dress and let itfall to the floor and I then kicked it off stage.Just then the music stopped and I was left there on stage looking like awoman in.