I had been cuffed to this chair for over an hour. An hour, duringwhich, I had little choice other than to watch as a well-endowed mannamed Jack pounde... my wife's pussy several times. We had oftenfantasized about something like this - but had never imagined that itmight actually take place. At least, I hadn't imagined it - I wasstarting to wonder about my wife.Take place it had. And, in our own bed.She now lay on the bed as if she were in another world, almost notknowing what had happened to. “I thought you were killing Stephie there for a while.”“You could suck on it and find out how big you can make it,” I said, “but aren’t you at all curious to see how it feels to get fucked like Stephie? Just think when you tell the pussies who chickened out and didn’t come.” I deliberately chose to call them pussies, getting her thinking about female genitals and cowards. How she and Stephanie had been brave enough to go through with it, and it was even wilder than they imagined. “Do you think. The internet and epically eBay had made my cross dressing so much easier and the array of skirts, dresses, jersey's, wigs, tights and underwear had grown to take up all the hanging and drawer space in my spare bedroom, Debbie's room. It was early August and quite warm outside; well as warm as it gets in central Scotland. Today I pulled on my favourite tight body-forming pants (black) that squeezed my stomach and a gel filled padded bra (also black). I then pulled on a pair of 90D black opaque. It was hard, andtwitching. About the same size as my own cock, but a darker color.Thankfully, she was circumsized. I was looking it over when I just hadthe urge to kiss it. I kissed it underneath the crown, then again by theroot, then on the top of the head. A drop of moisture appeared in theslot, and licked it up. I continued to lick her. She began to make softnoises of delight.Thinking back to the best blowjob I had ever received, I began to run mytongue over the head of her cock. She began.