She took me up on my offer. When I opened the door and saw her there standing with that twinkle in her eye, I thought I was the luckiest person alive...for getting another chance with her. She walked in, she took off her coat and shoes. I grabbed her coat and hung it up.When I turned around, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. The kiss was slow, passionate, her tongue made its way into my mouth and came in contact with my tongue. I kissed back, placed my hands on her butt and. Everything seemed so normal, yet so so strange. Vikram was always scared and obedient towards my wife. My wife was commanding and treated him as if he were a c***d who should listen to everything, which he did and because of that we trusted him a lot. My wife actually hardly even thought Vikram was a grown up individual with his own thoughts. Quite often I would hear Sandhya reprimanding Vikram and he would respond to her scoldings and shouting’s with lowered head. He never ever spoke back.We. I hate the term drag queen because it is so demeaning and inaccurate. I much prefer to refer to it as dressing “en femme”, and call myself a “girl with something extra”. But I digress. There were a number of guys who wrote that they were interested in meeting and some were serious and others were just playing games. One who really was interested in meeting was from England and was going to be in the city on business. I’ll call him “Brian” which is not his real name of course. I was. ’I think...you again’ she points to him and starts to turn round, kneeling on the sofa, her arse pushed out toward him ‘not too deep’ she warns him as he gets behind her. His hands are on her hips but I can’t see much more from where I’m standing so I crouch to see if his cock is going in. But he’s just sliding it along her slit, teasing her with it as he bends into her and bites her neck. He moves one hand up to her breasts and starts to squeeze them one at a time, pinching and rolling her.