"Charlie! How's the boy?" Fine Tom, yourself?" Couldn't be better Charlie, couldn't be better. Just been promoted to section manager. I'm going to sto... at the Back Door for a few celebratory toddies. Care to join me?"Charlie's problem of what to do now solved, he sat with Tom at the Back Door Lounge and considered the irony of the situation. He'd told Julie he was going to find a woman and even though he did not intend to the place was just crawling with women on the prowl. He caught several. Despite my short stature and unmanly physique,in fact to some degree because of them, she had eagerly accepted my shyinvitation to our first date. Beryl later agreed to my proposal ofmarriage for the same reason. I was the kind of guy she wanted. Onewho wasn't very manly and was easily manipulated. That explained whyshe was so eager to micromanage my life. Doing that gave her pleasure.One thing about my dressing made her very happy. She saw it as a wayto deepen her control over me. So. I then place the head of my cock at the tight entrance to her arse and push gently. Dick jumps up and says, "She doesn't do that!" "She will do whatever I want!" I reply simply,Dick looks into his wife's eyes, can see how she is posed on the bed with her arse cheeks spread ready for my cock and realises that I am right. He sits again with his eyes cast down. I have to admit that I feel no guilt, just pure pleasure and lust in taking another man’s wife right in front of him. I push harder but. “But, but . . . isn’t that sort of invading somebody’s privacy?” I asked. “They knock on the door. If you don’t answer, they open it slightly to see if you are in the shower. If so, they come in – takes about 5 seconds,” she said. I was worried about what they might have seen! “Well, you’re still in the shower,” I said. “Do you think anybody can see through the frosted glass?” she asked, pointing to the shower door. Now, I really felt like an idiot! “C’mon – stop asking all those questions and.