She pulled my head up and kissed me. Another long, passionate tongue fucking kiss.Her hands glided down to my now rock hard dick stabbing out of my sh...rts. She undid the button and pulled down the zipper. She grabbed my boxers and pants and tugged until my six inches of cock stared her straight in the face. I've had sexual experiences with girls before, but not high. The weed doubled the ecstasy of eveyrthing that happened that night.Her warm hands grabbed my cock, just under the head. I almost. Cuckhold? No. Sissified? No. Babyfied? No. Feminized? No. And on andon I asked. I was up front with him: "I have to think about this for a fewdays." He said he would patiently wait and would not hurry me. He did andhe didn't, respectively.I confess I gave serious consideration to ending our marriage. He hadalways been a smart man, a strong man, a sensitive man. He had always beenmy manly man. But what sort of man wears a French maid uniform?Before deciding, I prodded him for further details.. St. Valentine’s didn’t have punishments, they had ‘corrections.’ Julie had just the one for them. She smoothed down her skirt and joined the girls who were standing obediently outside her office.“Right then girls, follow me. We’re going for a little drive into the village.”“Into the village?!” exclaimed Lucy.“Yes, for a little community service.”“But it’s the weekend!” protested Emma.“Well you should have thought of that, shouldn’t you! If you behave as you did, you must expect to lose some. I gotta piss...and...I'd like to smoke a bowl-- it's been a couple of hours. I tell Lucy I'm gonna head up to the apartment. I had something needed to be taken care of. Be back in a few. You need anything?I head up to the apartment. Smoke that bowl. Nice. Hit the bathroom. Piss, like a professional. Awesome. And I'm washing hands when I spot Lucy's cell phone in her purse-- on. I dry my hands and grab the phone...and see it. The picture. Lucy, naked. On the edge of a bed, legs spread, fingers.