Another man jumped on my back, and we went at it pretty hard until I got my arm about his neck and twisted his wrist, forcing him to yield. I went bac... to the fellow rolling in the dirt and holding his groin. He shook his head when I asked if he wanted to continue. I found the last pair wrestling each other, pulled them apart and floored them both with little effort since they had just about exhausted each other. So I won without working up much of a sweat.I yanked my shirt back on, recovered. It all started so simple, I would come home from work every day, take off my smelly boy work clothes, get in the shower and clean and shave my cock and ass (before I referred to them as a clitty and boypussy) then dry myself off before applying lip gloss, fake stick on nails, panties and a bra and a half mask to protect my identity, then sit in front of my computer, desperately searching for a woman ( secretly knowing that most of the women are men pretending to be a woman) to dominate me and. A wave of anxiety washed over me. Was this a step too far? Would it actually alienate my husband?Or would it be the first step along the road we both wanted the rest of our lives to follow?There was only one thing I could do now and I had to do it.Though I was by no means certain what the outcome would be, I had to trust the man I loved. In one way, my husband would be fulfilling his long-expressed fantasy. In another I would be putting our entire future at risk.But it was a risk I had to. .I stood up and walked to the closet to get my strap-on and put it on and climbed into the bed turned her over getting a full view of her rounded firm chocolate ass and proceeded to slide it into her ass I started to fuck her from behindShelley: oh god damn baby..your kinky...i love it... uuuww yes.. give it to me.. i've been a naughty girl.. yes very naughty..I continually slided in and out faster and faster and faster as fucked her from behind and holding her body against mine with my hands.