I got out of the shower and put on my brown silk robe. As I started to dry my hair I started to wonder what would happen now. Would we have sex again?...Did I want to? Would Emily dress up to satisfy her fetish and should I put on lingerie? I finished drying my hair and put on a little make-up. I walked in to the bedroom. Emily had taken a dark purple mini gown form my wardrobe and put it on. I had not worn it in years. It was silk with faux fur on the sleeve ends and the hem line. When I did. "Sondra blushed and Chastity didn't say anything.Ethan allowed himself to look puzzled, "You do know you're beautiful, don't you?" Of course," said Chastity. But, there was enough defiance in her voice to give lie to the words. Ethan let them hang in the air long enough to start to become uncomfortable."That's why your stylist at Sweet Salvation should be shot," said Ethan. "Or maybe crucified if that would be more appropriate."Chastity let out a snort of laughter before covering her mouth in. We were locked in a snake-like embrace, our arms and legs entwined. We were kissing, biting and licking each other in gay abandon. In no time, like experts we were positioned in the missionary position, the way I always fuck my wife, and my cock was positioned just over her pussy. I had brought a condom this time and wanted to wear it. “What the hell,” she hissed at me.“My hubby has been fucking me for three years now and I am not pregnant yet, why are you so scared? I want you to fuck me. Your input is helpful in creating this semi-true story. And now on with the story!} Deb spun around, amazingly agile on those heels. As she pirouetted her skirt flared out and I could see that wore no panties. Her firm ass cheeks and young pussy flashed before my eyes before she stopped. “My god, Deb, they’re really pretty,” I said, responding to her question. “How do you manage to walk in them?” “Oh, I’ve had lots of practice. Sometimes I borrow Sarah’s and dress up like she does and.