” Her husband is fully clothed and is going to stay that way. “Now watch what I and my girl are going to do to your slave wife.” I made the w...fe bend over the bed and in my bag I pulled out a strap on dildo. I ordered my girl to put it on. It was a long one and looked just like my huge cock, (I through that in for my own admiration), Anyway, she had it strapped on and I made the wife put her hands behind her and open her vagina so that the dildo could find it’s target. “Now slave girl,. He's a man." Oh. My name's Laura." Mavis Curley," the girl said."What grade are you in, Mavis?" Tenth grade." You're sixteen." Oh god, Laura thought. Another one! So gorgeous!Mavis nodded. "You must be... let me guess... twenty-six." Twenty-seven," Laura said. "An old lady." You don't look so old. You look like that girl in the magazines, that model." Thank you."They walked slowly down the aisle together. At the counter, Mavis bought lipstick and a candy bar. Laura bought her shampoo. She. I was frustrated and he knew it. The weather got hotter and so did I. Almost every morning after Doug left for work I masturbated, fantasizing about being with Frank, then Russ or a stranger I would meet. Although my husband didn’t please me totally I still loved him. Also I was afraid of hurting him so any thoughts of having an affair were out of the question. What I did want was to wait for the right opportunity and soon my patience would be rewarded. The Thursday before the Fourth of July. Nothing too unusual so far this morning as I went about my chores dressed like a slightly overweight housewife. I enjoyed the thrill of wearing these cloths especially as my wife knew nothing of my kinky perversions for cross-dressing.About two hours later I was finished and as I still had about three hours to myself, I decided to retreat upstairs and put myself into some much more restrictive bondage. I had experimented with ice-cubes before to secure myself for longer lengths of self.