She nestled her head in my arms and stole a glimpse towards me. Our eyes met and the lips followed. Her hands slipped down my trousers and send a shoc...wave through me. Her warm hand was holding my dick while she kissed my neck. We were sweaty and hot and breathing heavily. All this was making me want her even more. She sensed my desire and went down and pulled my trousers off. My penis was right near her face. She looked innocent and asked me if she can suck it and without saying a word I moved. She gave me a dress to try on. I say a dress, but this was barely that. It was black lycra, extremely tight and the top barely covered my tits. The lower half was also slashed to the waist. She then insisted I wear a pair of her shoes with 6" heels and no tights. I was petrified but she laughed and said the club was private so no problem, and I would not regret it. We arrived at the club at 9pm, and the first thing I was aware of was that most of the women were dressed like me and Alexa.We sat. After taking a sip each, we kissed. It was a delightful meal and a delightful night with my wife.We got up the next morning. I had three five-gallon gas cans and we took them to the station and filled them and the tank of the truck. So far, things looked pretty normal except everyone was wearing surgical masks. We returned to the house and began to load the truck.After talking about it, we decided to load the boat and trailer on the back. I checked and had a gallon of two-cycle oil. The tank in. It was 6:15. ‘So you’re blackmailing her?’ she said instead of ‘Hi.’ ‘Yeah.’ He sat down across from her. ‘Does someone come for orders or do you have to go to the counter?’ ‘Do you want to explain yourself before or after I call the police?’ ‘It’s not like that. She’s…’ ‘… What? You have her consent to blackmail? Is that it?’ ‘Yeah, kinda. Anyway you’re over reacting.’ ‘I’m under reacting.’ ‘You’re jealous.’ ‘I’m not jealous.’ ‘We’ll one of us is wrong but it’s alright. I’m flattered,.