---We were laughing when we walked through the garage door of my house laterthat evening. It had been a fun day. We'd caught a movie after lunch, andt...en we decided to come back to my place for a while to hang out. Annawanted to go over to one of her friend's house, which left just Emily andEthan to spend the evening with me.It felt like the old days. It was like the excitement and chaos of thesummer had never happened, except that we had a nice set of wheels to runaround town in. Even Ethan. A small satin triangle attached to narrow lacy elastic served as a thong that offered my genitals minimal coverage. I discovered that I was walking in five-inch red satin fetish pumps with ankle straps. The top of my head was no longer at Santa’s chin level but at the bridge of his nose. He guided me to the red velvet chaise lounge. It had a slanting back and a high arched base that rested on four wooden legs. Two large candy cane striped pillows rested against the back. Santa removed my hand. After the party, my wife & I were both quite drunk also, and I thought she went to take a bath. I went out to move our cars back into the driveway, and then just went in the bedroom, took off my clothes and got into bed in the dark bedroom. As usual, I reached over to hold my wife's tits, and pull her close to me,In the dark, I could sense something about the smell of her hair that was different, but went on caressing her tits anyway. Then I realized it wasn't my wife. Two things happened. Better than Ankita’s boobs. Did my lund (cock) taste good?” We talked in a filthy language knowing that we crossed all boundaries now and were planning to cross the real one.“Oh it tasted better than the others I tasted Bhaiyya. You have a lovely cock; put it inside my choot (cunt/pussy) bhaiyya. I cannot wait any more.” She pushed herself down as I put her on bed and pushed my cock into her. It was a little tight for my cock to go inside her, I didn’t care about protection and neither did she,.