It was so passionate that my wig slipped a little to one side. I broke off and caressed his glossy chest with my hands. ‘Oh my hunk! I want you to l...e down.’ I watched Boston sway his tight, fat shiny arse to the bed and lie down. On the dresser was a box he had brought. I bit my lip as I took the lid off. Inside were piles of his wife’s rolled up panties and tights. I smirked as I took off my leotard, revealing my white satin padded bra and grabbed a few handfuls of his wife’s used knickers. My wife worked in an office and became freindly with one of the other girls in the office who was a bit older and married. At this time I was working away and only got home about once a month. One weekend I was home we got an invite to dinner and overnight stay at her friends which we jumped at as we didn't get much time alone together. We arrived at their house and mywife Ann introduced me to her friend Dawn and her husband Dave. She was a preety blonde about 5'7" with nice boobs and he was. I'd never done anything at all with a Man prior to these experiencesand, at the time, I just couldn't go through with it.I am very submissive, I crossdress when I can and I love pretty things, likedresses, heels, hose, makeup, the whole nine yards, plus a few "fetish wear"things that I won't get into here. I love power exchange and feelinghelpless in a situation. This is what got me into this predicament.We met online in a sissy/daddy chat room. We exchanged emails and textsover a few weeks. It wasn’t the plan that she needed, it was the experience. Sure, she could get her experiences without taking things to this level, but it gave her a framework, a goal, something to focus on while she experimented and experienced everything she could think of sexually. This wasn’t something she needed to do per se, but it was something she wanted, something she felt she had to do. It was almost as if it were a trial, a process she would force herself to undergo, an experience she didn’t choose.