We have a good relationship, but my wife's sex drive is much more than I could ever keep up with and it had started to cause a few problems. We were h...ving dinner with some friends when the topic came up in conversation. Veronica and John said that friends of theirs had a similar problem, so had advertised for a bloke in a contacts magazine. Neither my wife nor myself were particularly keen at the time, but as the weeks passed, the thought of watching my wife being shagged by another bloke. I had fantasized my first outing as a streetwalking sissy whore for months, spending hour upon hour perfecting my sissy body language to the finest nuance. I taught myself to walk and swish like a runway model, swinging my ass seductively, taking tiny heel to toe steps, limp wristed with my pinky extended hands flitting about like a pair of fluttering doves in that exaggerated manner so common to drag queens. I was out and proud, with an overwhelming urge to flaunt my sissiness for all to. She moved her arms up while closing her eyes not looking at him, he grabs her big tits and squeezes them in his hands. He continue to thrust his hard cock ferociously deeper and deeper, grunting more while she moans louder, her tits bounce in his hands squeezing her nipples with his fingers. "Stop please, it's too sensitive" she plea at him when he rubs his fingertip on her nipples, she let out loud moan as he powerfully thrusts his cock deeper before pulling out. He straddles on top of her. She enlisted their help in baking and decorating sugar cookies, which was a tradition her aunt used to have, but most of the time, the kids ran around bickering and getting in each other's way and they weren't interested in doing anything constructive. Callie wished Cade would allow her to spank them; all she was able to do to keep them in line was threaten that Cade would punish them if they weren't good, and it didn't work that well. "Your dad's gonna whip your butts if you don't stop it,".