However, no matter how horrendous the experience was, as I'd beenkept in an almost constant state of arousal for two years I'd alwayssomehow find some...form of pleasure in it. This meant that as the negativememories faded or blurred together, I found myself being left with yetanother teasing recollection of the night before.I had also started to see a way out. I'd been working round the clock, Iwas getting good monthly bonuses from providing additional 'services' tocustomers, and had almost no. He pulled his pants up and we walked out and I dropped him off at his house. I went home and when I walked in the house I could smell the scent of pussy in the air. My wife came up and gave me a big kiss and I could hear something humming, she said it was her Magic Butterfly she had strapped to her pussy. I said I could smell her pussy juice when I walked in the house. She said she was real horny and needed some wild sex. I told her to go in there and dress up in something real sexy and I would. He was waste of heterosexuality; even the voyeuristic pleasure of watching the object of your desire getting it was missing.I stared at the ceiling in my room playing the film of how it should be. The slow roll of her head backwards, her mouth opening as a small gasp of surprise and pleasure escaped. I imagined the motion, the sound, but I was in her apartment underneath her. Beneath her for every sharp intake of breath, for every squeezing of her pussy around me as she got a step closer to her. He took off his sneakers, jeans and shirtleaving him only in his socks, panties and bra. The panties were a bitplain looking to him too, but maybe next time he would put on somethingelse. He was determined to put on something like the girl he saw. Hewanted to wear leggings with a nice top and shoes.He found some printed ankle leggings with a black and pink heart pattern.They were made of cotton with 5% spandex which hugged his legs. He hadnever worn pants that hugged his legs so. They were.