"I would love to!" Bruce responds. Then as I step back and begin removing my strap on, Bruce begins undressing in front of my kneeling husband. I real...ze we are about to realize our deepest fantasy of turning my husband into a cocksucking faggot. My pussy drips thinking about it. Then, I almost orgasm, as Bruce strips down to his last piece of clothing. The muscular Bruce, completely clean shaven from head to toe, is standing in front of my submissive husband in nothing but a pair of sexy,. Or if you can hold it, that would be even better. I was still sitting there in silence, confused, shocked, happy. I didn’t know what to think as she put the dildo in her drawer and finished getting dressed. She sat on the bed next to me and asked me to put on her heels for her. As I was putting them on, I looked up her dress and saw that she was wearing no panties. I asked if she normally doesn’t wear panties to meetings. She told me she does, but wanted to give me a few of what was to come. I hear her close the tap. Minutes pass. My heart skips a beat. She steps out of the bathroom butt naked. She has grown a nice bush and her boobies seem even bigger than before, swaying up and down as she slowly walks towards me. I try to say something but she puts her finger on her lips telling me to shut up. She lifts me from the bed. I owe you something she whispers. She guides me to a daybed, drops my shorts and makes me lie down on my back. My cock is as hard as ever. She moves on top with. My plan was to use my mom addiction to opening every e-mail she was sent to my advantage. So I started off by making a “fake” e-mail account, but yet real at the same time. Not wanting to ruin any chance of this ever happening so decided to go with an identity of being a single mother, just my mom. I knew I had to start off slow; these exchanges were simple, mostly about getting to know each other. Both “women” has a son and similar tastes in almost everything. It was funny how that worked..