I found that my wife didn't seem to object anymore either, and had in fact already invited him to visit again.He showed up the following weekend with ... bouquet of flowers for my wife, which of course pleased her very much. He gave her a big hug and a kiss on her lips as he came in.Just we she started serving dinner, he made her take off her blouse and bra and told her that he wanted to enjoy looking at her breasts for the rest of the evening. My wife reluctantly agreed. I found it a huge. Now she was married. I had been part of the wedding, a fairly important part. I had negotiated all of that with my enemy. Was he still my enemy? I would have to say that he no longer was. And then there was the woman, his woman: that was a totally different matter, which I truly had not realized until just now.We had arrived for dinner at 6:00 p.m. We’d been greeted enthusiastically, and apparently sincerely happy for us, by the group; and then, we’d eaten. Boy had we. The food, roast beef. She came in and saw me in the outfit and her mouth just dropped to the floor. “Why are you wearing my maid uniform?!” I couldn’t speak.She came over to me and put her hand up the skirt of it and found my clit hard again. She told me that she didn’t expect this to go this far. She told me if I wanted to dress like this, I was to be her own personal sissy. She ordered me to make her dinner. I went and started dinner but I was only to make enough for her and her alone. I made her dinner and served. Com/photos/view/67333-791000.html][/image]20 years ago I worked in the Middle East in a small team of researchers. We were often based in a small camp in the desert, living in tents. The tents were either 2 or 4 person tents and in total out team ranged from 10-15 people, mostly men. However, there were 2 women in the team and it wasn’t long before I hit it off with one of them, I shall just call her D here. Unfortunately, we could not share a tent, partly because the project leader didn’t want.