So she moved close to him, kissed him softly and then helped him off with his dinner jacket. Then she untied his bow tie, took off his cummerbund and ...egan to unbutton his shirt. He had a very hairy chest and wasn't wearing an undershirt. She kissed him softly on his nipples. His braces were already hanging down, and he had slipped off his shoes. She unhooked his waistband and let his trousers fall. He stepped out of them, and was now clad only in his briefs and socks. He pulled his socks off. ”“How old are you?”“Thirty four,” he replied, looking up at her and catching her big chocolate brown eyes in his for a second before she looked away.“You're only a few years younger than me. Why haven’t you ever gotten married? Haven’t found the right one yet?”She was looking at him again, those beautiful eyes digging into him for an answer. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear. “I found the right one a few times,” he said honestly. “But I think the right one deserves more than a man who. It was really dressy, classy, and a little slutty, just like my wife. I thought it was a little too dressy for the clubs in the area but that was what she wore. I am pretty sure she wanted to get fucked by someone else that night even before she left the house based on her choice of wearing this dress. The dress was long, black, very low cut front, and an open back. The material was smooth and stretchy and conformed to every curve of my wifes body. She looked like such a fuck in it. By the way. It was such a turn on. After I blew a load down his throat he thanked me. I felt incredible. That’s when I started to think maybe I need to be with a man. I thought about when I was in school and how I liked to be naked around my classmates. How I liked them looking at my cock and balls and how it turned me on when they commented about how big I was. I’d jerk off at night hearing their words in my head but I didn’t even think about what all that meant. I still like it when guys look at my cock.