She advised me to invite her to my house to talk to her. I put on the sexy shoes and went to her the next day. She was home alone.She told me that her...husband often traveled to work for days. When asked if she would like to have lunch with me, she colored herself a little. I told her that we have been living side by side for three years now and it was time to get to know each other better. She wanted that too and we made an appointment a few days later. I left her house, trembling, I had. I didn't write these events down at the time, but I wish I had. As the events come to memory, I'll write and post them. Here's one such story:In the '90s, I was married, and my wife didn't (as far as I knew, anyway) know about my bi or crossdressing interests. I loved her very much, but I had these other desires I never shared with her. I kept a small bag of lingerie, condoms, and lube tucked down in the spare tire well in my car, a place I knew she'd never look. Occasionally I would tell her I. ..You fucking bastard, she laughed. He joined in the laughter. Moving in closer to her so that their chests would have touched if his hands hadn’t been in the way, they looked at each other, then leaning in further they kissed gently. Her eyes closed as she moved onto tiptoe, their mouths pushed against each other with increasing firmness, neither used tongues yet this was a pure open long kiss. Tongues would be used in a little while.As the kiss continued with their passion building her hands. I’m going to show you what real pain is like. They hurt you for fun. I’m going to hurt you to show you how much I hate you.”She went to a drawer and came back with two long narrow pins. They looked like they could inflict terrible pain and I wondered what she was going to do with them. She grabbed my nipple and pulled and twisted it until she had extended it beyond what was normal. She took a pin and drove it through the base of my nipple. I screamed like never before from the pain in such a.