She understood all to well my sex drive and would help when she could but it wasn't very often. It was her suggestion I have sex with others from time...to time. I was really hesitant at first but decided I needed it. First woman was a friend of hers who hadn't seen anyone for a while. It was ok, alot of oral and foreplay but that was it but it was nice for a few months.About a year later I was chatting with a woman who was fairly local and after several months of chatting my wife said I should. She let go. I gasped in disappointment, but her eyes never left mine as she poured a small amount of baby oil on to her hands.Again, she leaned forwards. No pretence this time, she gave me the most wonderful view down her blouse. I ached to touch her, to fondle those gorgeous breasts. I wanted that more than anything in the world right then, but I kept still. I daren’t take a chance on being left high and dry. But I looked, how I looked!Her hand closed around me. It was so slippery. I’d never. So I shower, and retire to bed, about twenty minutes later I hear a knock on my door, "come in" I say, and I was so unprepared for what I saw, in my doorway is this beautiful blond, six foot tall, curvy, wearing a black skirt, white blouse, stockings, and high heels, it took me all of five seconds to realize it's Brett in drag, but she was amazing to look at, I say "she" because stunning was the only word to describe what I was looking at. As I stood there speechless, she slowly walked to me,. I told her, "Do you want me to send this photograph to your parents? Do you know what will happen to you?"She said, "My father will kill me".I said, "You decide, is it not better to come here and enjoy some more fucking or you want to die?" At last it was agreed that we would meet here the next afternoon at 2 p.m.Next day I bought a small bottle of Vaseline on my way to the shed and therefore got a little late in getting there. On arrival I found Champa and Ramu were busy fucking. They.