"This is your town - where is a nice place to eat at?" "Well there is The First Watch restaurant over on Summers Street that is pretty good. I've been...there a couple times and it's a nice place," she said. "Okay that sounds good, just tell me where to go," he said. So she directed him to the restaurant and they had a nice dinner together. While they ate their steak dinners they talked some more. "So how long are you going to be here in town?" she asked. "Well I have taken off a couple days of. After that I found that it was easy to clean so from then on I used high heels to blow my load in, after a while I would slide my cock in them, I loved it! I used a bunch of heels but always loved the black ones. One night all I could think about was heels, so when my parents went out one night, I decided to wear some. The way they made me feel was amazing! I blew twice as much with heels on. One night I saw a dress hanging on my mothers side of the wardrobe that looked like one that a girl in. He seemed to like it and soon he was rock hard and slapping his dick on my tongue before holding my head and pushing it right down my throat. Even though I gagged on it, I didn't resist,letting him hold it with my lips pressed tightly against his crotch. I could feel it pulsating jammed down my throat and when he pulled out it left trails of saliva hanging between his dick and my mouth while I gasped to catch my breath. He slowly started to fuck my mouth with his big dick, pushing it all in. "No."Gail's smile faltered a bit but her look of determination didn't waver."Kids would make this much more difficult," I answered her unasked question. "Gail, our marriage, to use a legal term, is irrevocably broken. We are each married to the wrong person."A look of anger passed over Gail's features."Who is she?" she demanded.I hoped, for my safety, that my confusion was evident."Who is who?" I wondered aloud before the synapses in my brain caught up. "Oh! No way, Gail. I would never do that..