I stormed away infuriated. I needed a good plan because I was going to get to the bottom of this. The next day at work I was telling my friend about ...he whole ordeal. She was just as shocked as I had been and she started coming up with different scenarios that could explain everything. One thing she said really got me wondering. She asked " hun you're husband doesn't like to ,um, play dress up does he?" Kind of shocked I exclaimed "no! Well at least I don't think so. You mean dress in drag?. " Don't think I didn't know that." He sighed. "Sue suggested it, she can be damned persuasive at times, and left me to think about it when I was on a business trip. We both knew it would do something to my imagination. I wasn't prepared for what happened. Normally on these business trips it's a bunch of guys drinking in the evening, playing golf upon occasion, things like that. But the guy who was the head of our group liked to go to strip clubs. All those bare bodies had an effect on me." What. She nodded and we all heard a groan of enjoyment. As I lifted her legs with one hand, I guided my dick to her waiting pussy. I started gently push my head against her soft lips. As soon as it broke into her tight lips, I rammed it hard in to her body, she was warm and wet. She took my whole length in her pussy first time, as I rammed it deep into her, I heard her yelp with enjoyment. L and P helped and held her legs up so I could fuck her hard. I got into my rhythm, fucking her as hard as. He opened his door slightly and stared at me getting fucked. I could see his reflection in the mirror but behaved as if I was not gazing into the mirror. After 5 minutes, Vipin pulled out, claiming that he had reached his orgasm.“What, this early”, I pretended to be shocked.“What can I do, babe”, said Vipin.“But I was just getting turned on”, I replied, pretending to be angry.“Sorry, babe. But what can I do! We can fuck tomorrow again. I promise I would last longer”, said Vipin.“But I am horny.