Sham ko main use call kar ke uske ghar par gaya. Maine bell bajayi wo bahar hai. Usne half sleev top aur bht hin chote shorts pehne hue the.Wo ek dum ...ex bomb dikh rhi thi. Usne mjhe andar bulaya aur juice layi aur mere pas baith kar baat karne lagi. Usne kaha uske ghar par koi nhi hai aur sb raat tak aayenge. Wo bar bar apne legs cross kar rhi thi… Jise dekh kar main seduce ho gaya aur mera lund wahin khada ho gaya tha aur upar se maine underwear nhi pehni thi. Mjhe bht odd feel hone laga.. Nisha was now awake and asked Rajiv to get away thinking it was me. But he forced her to turn on her face and in the process, he lifted her dress up completely.Now my wife was lying half nude face down and Rajiv was on her top behind her. Nisha was trying to resist but was helpless. His penis was on her ass, between her legs.Rajiv kept her in that position with one hand and started kissing down to her ass. Suddenly, my wife woke up completely. Now she had an idea that the guy who was kissing. I now had a locked closet full of ladies, clothes, lingerie, shoes and wigs and make up. I would indulge myself and dress as my alter ego Paula at least once a month and enjoy time being a sexy lady. The dressing relaxed me and I had never really seen myself as gay or bi it was just my bit of fun.I had only ever been seen twice in ladies clothes. Once, shortly after my divorce, when I visited a dressing service as I knew I would be dressing more often and the other time I visited an escort and. She didn't have much of a choice. Her pussy convulses around it as it brings her to orgasm. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She can't help but gasp, a deep guttural moan forced from her lips. It doesn't stop though, the thing keeps fucking her, deep and hard, through her orgasm, forcing it out longer and harder. She cries out as the heat intensifies deep in her core, the thrusting never stopping. There's only a second or two before her second orgasm, and then her third. She only seems to cum harder each time.