“You’ve wanted to for a long time.”He laughed hollowly.“I don’t think enjoy is the right word.”“Okay then, was it all you wanted it to b...?”Pete pushed back in his chair and swivelled towards me. Instinctively I knelt next to him, still holding his hand. Our heads level, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. He tasted salty; he had been crying.“It was the most erotic experience of my entire life,” he said, looking me in the eyes. “And the most painful.”“Not what you expected?”He took a deep. And he had a tendency to idolize you, waxing romantic in his letters, sometimes more romantic than you were entirely comfortable with. But his letters were always flirtatious and frequently quite arousing.“A special request,” was the subject. Hmmm. That had potential. You sipped your tea and opened the email.“Sweet Angel,” You smiled. He was so smitten with you. Sometimes he called you his muse, sometimes his angel, and sometimes even sweetheart. He was such a sweetie. You knew he was. What seemed like a hundred different scenarios raced through my mind, even going as far as what if HE was the stranger on the other side of the thin wall. I pulled myself together mentally and dismissed my paranoia. Even in my tunnel vision lust drunken state, I would have know my own husbands cock. I looked up at him and smiled sweetly, genuinely glad to see him. He looked back at me with his cool blue eyes, and gave me the warm loving smile he always did. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he. As confused as he was, there wasno confusion about the fact that he couldn't wait for Diane to dresshim up like a sexy woman. He imagined himself with a wig of long,straight hair and a tight sexy dress showing off his boobs. It would beso cool. Beyond this image he could visualize himself getting down onhis knees in front of a guy and pulling the guys cock out of his flyhole. He had to admit that there was something about that thatattracted him, but there was a big difference between fantasy.