I rolled over and I lifted my bottom, exposing the rosebud more clearly, and resting my elbows on the bed. I felt Nicki slide a well-oiled finger into...my rectum, and moaned softly. A few moments later, the head of the dildo was touching my anus."Higher... make it pout, and then relax..." Nicki told me. I positioned myself as she wanted, clenched, pushed and then softened my sphincter muscles as I had now learned. Then I arched, gasping with pleasure as the huge head of the dildo spread me,. As it did, she could feel some of her strength leave her. I’d better get dressed quickly then she thought.Wrapping the towel around herself, she walked back into her bedroom, and quickly got dressed in the simple bra and panties, the large loose shirt and jeans. She looked in the mirror one more time, then grabbed her jacket and book bag and made her way down stairs. As she did, she thought out to Emanuel, Are you awake Manny?She was surprised when instead of feeling his presence she felt a. Suddenly she heard voices in the hallway. One was her husband Rick. And it sounded like he had broughtsome of his friends that he met from some web page that catered to guys who want to see their wives withother men...black guys even.Several months ago she returned to Rick when he agreed not to divorce her. This was her second marriageand if he left, she would be financially devastated. Her 16-year-old son from the first brief marriage toDave , would be devastated too. Rick was the only. If Ihad to give in maybe I was on the slippery slope to transvestitism. Itseemed to work. I made my meal, read some research papers, watched alittle TV, and went to bed. The bag remained on the sideboard.It was not until the morning attack that I retrieved the bag. Manymornings were like this. I simply did not want to even get out of bed.I had to drag myself to basin and the shower. Worries without formcontinued to gnaw at me. The question was not 'would it work' but 'canI go to work.