A pair of black heels and some hose."Why don't you get dressed," Pammie said. "It's okay. I'm not mad. It'llbe good for you."I looked at the clothes, ...nd my mouth went dry. I wanted to scream no. Iwanted to scream yes. I had this weird fantasy that my wife will comehome one day, and I will be standing there in a dress handing her a gin-and-tonic and asking how her day was. I imagine her in a men's suit, andme in a twink's dress. Now, a version of that might be happening.What is it about women's. .We stood up and hastily undressed each other to the last piece of cloth on our body..I pushed her on the bed and pounced on her tits squeezing and sucking them hard.. It was one of her fantasies, she liked it wild.. I was biting and pinching her nipples.. She was circling her hands through my hair and pushing my head on her tits..Her moans were loud enough that I could not hear the music that was playing in the background..She wrapped her legs around my back.. I went down to her belly, planted. ”Sighing, Dan continued sitting and felt his ass being guided onto the hard object. Once it was fully lodged in his asshole, his cock started growing. The feeling was one of both pain and pleasure.Dan felt Mistress May bend down next to his ear and then whisper, “Don’t worry, Dan, you are just sitting on a butt plug. Your wife asked me to use that for you before we have more fun. Do you like it?”“Yes, Mistress. It is a little painful but also pleasurable. Odd.”“Good. Because this isn’t your. There was no bath, but the shower cabin was big and modern. Just like in my uncle's vacation house, located far, far away from where we were.. I turned the water on, waited until it was warm enough, and the Angela quickly followed. We stood under the water together, held each other and kissed. She was so sexy. Not even 15 minutes went, since we fucked, but there I was, already jonesing for a second go. But I didn't want to rush it. I got some soap on my hands, and so did she, just before.