In the bedroom i couldn't believe what i saw. 3 different sexy dresses. a couple styles of panties, one being a thong. stockings black or white. a wig...and some make up. I couldn't believe it. I was getting excited and nervous at the same time. finally i was going to be able to be myself! we tried on a few different combinations of outfits and i settled on the cute tight red cocktail dress, black stockings, the black thong (i was feeling frisky) and a cute blond wig. we were both feeling more. . get away to be with him?"It was too much. Something snapped inside her. Claire's response was instant, unplanned, and quite possibly ten or twenty times louder than she would have made it, had she taken time to think."I didn't cheat on my husband with a man! I fucked myself with that stupid dildo and thought about another man while I was doing it!"Her breath froze in her throat as her mind caught up with what she'd just screamed. As a confession, it was cathartic. Unfortunately, people all. . fucked like a whore. I honestly think this helped our marriage. Not that I wouldn and I know you wouldn't cheat but this relives any possibility of that. Any sexual tension. Mike told me I LOVE YOU ANITA!Oh Mike I love you too. I know you're right. This is the right thing for us. We can say or do anything we want to each other. Talk as dirty as we want. We must never bring any of this up when we have a fight.Absolutely. Your my slut bride and I respect you.Oh Mike well said. I woke up before. All my friends were jealous of my stick-like figure. But me, well, I would have preferred bigger breasts and more rounded hips. I'd look enviously at shapelier women, wishing desperately for what they had. But now I was just like them, and I had no intention of losing any weight. I felt sexy and alive, more feminine than ever. I found that my new, fleshy figure was a real turn-on. My curves were pronounced and womanly, and my breasts, with their large, brown areolae, hung with a heavy weight.