They never saw him as anything more than a usurper in their mother’s bed. It was bad enough before they knew he was a sissy crossdresser, but from t...e first time Wendy had him dress up and introduced his femme persona to the boys, they’d lost what little respect they’d ever had for him. At home, Wendy often had Michael dress enfemme and he bore the boys insults and snickering often with tears in his eyes. With their mother’s encouragement, they treated him no better than a maid. Now they’d both. She had never met a man so comfortable discussing sexuality. Much less her own. During her discussion of concerns and orgasmic experiences along with his leading questions to draw out the truth, she became more and more aware of her increasingly aroused state. It was complicated by the dissipation of her anxiety and flashes of this man's charm, ease, smile and those deep brown eyes. At first she sensed that her nipples were aroused, then came the sensation of the moisture between her lips. And. I hesitantly gothold of the hem of my short dress and raised it. My cheeks grew warmand I knew I was blushing. Everyone watching saw me expose my hairless,immature genitals. There was a ripple of laughter from the onlookers.I searched around for my wife, hoping she might come to my rescue.Instead, I saw her with Brock. They were facing each other, toe to toe,and she turned her face up toward him, eyes half lidded, lips parted.He brought his mouth down to hers and they kissed. At first it. I could hear his heavy breathing and muffled groans of pleasure as he pounded away at me. “Is she very tight, Conrad?” she mused, almost as an after thought. “She might be the tightest little slut I’ve ever fucked,” he moaned. “Her cunt feels like a vise.” “Mmm….good,” Tamara said, obviously pleased by his assessment. “Now stick a finger into her asshole and fill her up completely.” “Uhhh…” I moaned. “Wait, not yet. I’m going to come, I can’t help it! I can’t stop…” “If you want to come, then.