I wanted Gina to feel their eyes upon her. ‘Now come closer,’ I encouraged. She slowly walked toward me, til she was standing just above me. �...How long were you with him today?’ I asked. ‘All afternoon.’ ‘Were the two of you alone?’ ‘No.’ This last admission surprised me. I wasn’t sure what to think. And I felt afraid to ask. What kind of erotic world had she entered since my departure? Was this what she meant by her ‘Henry *and* June’? Images flooded through my mind, images of fantasies. Two weeks passed, my phone rang and she said: my name is Angela, and I want to go out with you. I was happy, but I kept the seriousness. I told her that I went to the restaurant for the weekend to go dancing.The weekend arrived, we went dancing, we talked a lot and in the end I told her I was taking her home. She accepted. We got into my car. While we were talking, she took off her coat and I saw a patch on her arm. She became serious and said: are hormones !. I'm a transsexual !. And she. - Don't worry you will never lose me and now I know that if the opportunity does present itself I will not take it. And that ended our conversations regarding the apparent homosexuality of our new sexual fantasies. I got home, opened the garage door and I saw my wife standing there on the entrance door. She was wearing her terry bath robe and I could clearly see that she had Anthony on. At first sight it was kind of cute to see my wife with a "tent" on the bath robe. Once that initial. Then a massive, hard cock filled her mouth. Another athlete stuffed his man-flesh into her pussy. She continued to cry as she was taken from both ends. Feeling humiliated and dirty, Renee thought how this was the first time she had been fucked by anyone other than her hubby and now she was being fucked by a whole crowd. She still could not believe the girls in the crowd egging on the men to **** her. They were laughing and truly enjoying this. It was surreal.Renee continued to be fucked by an.