The message, late on Tuesday, about coming to look at my pipework. Yes, I know it's corny, but he enjoys that sort of thing and I can't help indulging...him. As long as the double entendres don't become triple or just off the scale.So as I lay in my bed that night, revelling in the sexual anticipation and arousal. I needed a plan, and this time I was going to nail it. A pampering session, I think. He loves my smooth pussy, it makes me feel so good . The lingerie, the shoes and finally, what am I. Without a word or prompt, Mary slowly undressesed in front of me. When she was naked, I took her upstairs to the bathroom and had her sit on the vanity by the sink with her legs spread apart. I used electric clippers and buzzed all the hair from her pussy. I lathered the remaining stubble and shaved her pussy bald and smooth. Did I mention my ex-wife hated oral sex?I went down on Mary, while a bottle of Champagne was chilling and waiting for us in the ice bucket. I’m not bragging, OK, I am. Elaine stood close with her cane and Emma tingled all over as she sucked cock for the second day in succession. The male was not teasing like Kurt, and soon came as Emma’s soft lips and warm tongue massaged the aching bell-end. He grunted and shuddered as the pretty corseted sissy knelt submissively and gently sucked the cream from him. He stroked her soft face and had a squeeze of her soft bottom before re-joining the circle.The murmurs continued amongst the males as the maid painted Emma’s. ”“You want to hear everything, right?”“Everything.”I took a deep breath and spent the next several minutes conveying everything that Don and I did together. I told my husband how we danced, engaged in oral sex, and concluded by telling him that we had sex, twice. My descriptions were graphic and I went into vivid detail concerning everything we’d said and done.I was worried that going into minutia would result in angry, resentful, or even jealous feelings within my husband. However, none of my.