He would regularly ask me if I had new pictures of me crossdressing, and I’d send him a few now and again to keep him happy. Occasionally he would b...y me clothes, which would always come in the mail from some online shop or other. And frequently, at least once a week (and every time after he had sent me a ‘gift’ of clothes) her would demand I come over to his place so he could "show his appreciation of me”.But as much as this felt like they had established themselves, I was also aware of slow. The bars closing soon though. Maybe we should take up some drinks and get to bed''Ok. Why dont we all go up though?' she asks. It have been around 3 years since my wife last had sex with another man whilst I watched. We had decided to stop after the second time as I was a bit jealous afterwards. Now, here she was seeming to suggest we take a man back to our room. She must really fancy him. Before I knew it he had sat down again next to Emma. She asked him if he wanted to come back to our room. We both sighed with sexual relief I moved my head towards his and planted a kiss on his lips, he replied and we began to kiss with some passion, he took my cock in his hand and we both began to wank as we kissed. Frank then took my jeans ogg and they fell to the floor, by now our cocks where kissing in mid air we where both excited at how quickly we got going. Frank broke of the kiss and smiled at me saying how happy he was as he thought he knew I liked cock and was going to make a move on me. When we got to her car, I saw that it was a fire-red Porsche Carrera. "Nice ride," I said. "Thanks, I really love fast cars, why don’t you come with me, I’ll bring you back here afterwards." I agreed, "I love fast cars too," I told her, "That’s my red BMW Z4 over there by the light-pole," "I knew we had lots in common," she agreed. The drive to the diner was quick, only about two miles, we swapped small talk, and I wondered out loud if our wearing only tiny spandex boy shorts and crop tops.