Our married sex life was very vanilla. I thought conservatively tame. For as a young married couple we only had sex once a week and this was dictated ...y whether Debbie had a swim meet or not the next day. We had regular sex, her allowing me to play with and oil her tits and dip my four inch cock into her cunt. With my excitement, I normally came very quickly often apologising to her for not getting her to orgasm. In our post sex state, me satisfied, Debbie frustrated, she would continue to play. "Wait here," Denise said as she left the tub. She came back a few minutes later."What's up?" I asked."Nothing," my ex-wife said, holding out a towel. "I just woke Francine up and told her to go. You dry off and I'll go change the sheets on the bed. If you don't mind, I'd like to sleep over tonight?" You can stay," I said. The truth was that I minded, but I wanted her to stay despite that. I was still addicted to my ex-wife.***"Ask me anything," Denise said the next morning after an early love. It was a business up on the ridge overlooking old US-23. The one end is an office, with another room that was a store room, then an open area for gatherings (arranged theatre style with sofas lined up in front of a big-screen TV), and at the opposite end it has an overhead door. The overhead door is handy to open up in the spring and fall, and for the occasional times when we need to pull a bike in to work on it. We often times gather on the sofas to watch football games, as was the. "Now put these on," she said handing me the pinkthigh boots, I immediately sat on the bed and eagerly slipped my footinto the first boot, it was such a rush, that feeling of purefemininity.My Mistress smiled and said, "now get up and look in the mirrorbaby", I arose slowly, my boots making that lovely sound as theystraightened up, I was amazed at the sight I saw! I stood in my catsuit and boots, mid blond wig and full make up, I could not believeit, I looked amazing, even stunning, I had waited.