Even so, I do hope you'll stillbe able to enjoy the story. Feedbacks and criticisms are most welcomed.Warning: This story contains TG, masturbation an... identity theft.The Good WifeBob Donovan drove his fancy Mercedes into the beautiful suburbanneighborhood he and his wife had settled in for almost a year. It wasexactly the kind of community the successful Wall Street broker had beendreaming of residing ever since he was a kid. Away from the hustle ofNew York City, the residential area checked. The girls were like little k1ds at the underwear stall, picking up every pair of erotic panties to hold in front of each other, wondering how their damp pussies would feel in the soft fabric. “Got these in a size 8 Mister”? laughed Alia “they’re only to cover my arse, not hers as well.”They had picked a boys boxer-style short, very low on the hips and wide-legged to allow good air flow through the legs. A black pair for Alia and a white pair for Tee to contrast with her dark wiry pubes.“Got. Probably not what you get at home with your wife."I self-consciously glanced at my wedding ring. She took my left hand in both of hers, and examined the gold band closely."Nope, I am one-hundred percent certain that you would experience things with me your wife would never give you. I'd even say she COULD never give you."Still not knowing whether I was simply the object of a sophomoric joke, I decided to play devil's advocate. "So why do your friends think you can't get me to fuck you. Is it. OMG!“And now you are going to receive what every bad girl should receive – a really good fucking,” Mark suggested.“Yeah,” I thought to myself. “I’m actually going to receive what every guy thinks that bad girls should receive.”“Oh yes?” I replied…which Mark immediately interpreted as “oh yes!”He rolled me over, pulled my legs up above his shoulders, parted them and climbed on top – his impressive manhood clearly indicating to me what I was about to receive.Mark was rough. Rougher than I’d.