Fred, her husband is okay, nothing to write home about. My name is Sam and my husband in named Troy. I have dark hair, average looks and try to have a...nice body. Troy is a fine looking guy. Anyway, we tired of the club and were going to look for a bar. Wilma and I were pretty horny and I was thinking of calling it a night and going home and fucking Troy and going to sleep. We had stopped at this little store to get smokes. A couple of teenage boys walked by our truck and went in the store.. "Oh, Sweetheart, I wasso afraid that you were going to tell me that you had some sort of weirddisease or something and that I was going to lose you." You, you, mean you're not upset with me?" Are you gay? Are you going to want a sex change some time in thefuture?" No, of course not, I just like the feel of the clothes and the feelingthat I can gain by putting on a bra, panties and a nice dress. I enjoythe fantasy of what it must be like to dress up in frills and satin andnot be ridiculed." Well. Slipping close to me hugging me, caressing my vagina and nipple. She lay warm kisses on my nipple and began squeezing my breast teasingly. Licking it and rubbing rubbing my breadt. Squeezing my nipple. Biting down slowly. Ad she growled ‘ your magestic’ she locked to my vagina and deeply suckled. Rubbing twisting. My vagina. Layering my in hot kisses and licked.the suckling growing deeper deeply suckled my vagina. Her toungue now high up my vagina in circles. Twirling twirling.’ I love how you. Each time he rubbed, he'd wait for me to straighten, body on hyper alert. Ready for more, like his good little slut.And more I took, until he was satisfied with the shade of my bottom. Until I was wet enough. Then behind me, he kicked my legs apart and repeatedly flicked the leather up against my exposed pussy as I cried and wriggled with the torment I so desperately needed.I soon learned, that craving was nothing.He tossed the belt away and circled to face me, the fingers I now hold soothing.