Sally promised that if I came to them, both would be clean, and Dave would be clean inside as well. I told her good, and that I might want to have sex...with her, also. She seemed surprised, but agreeable, when I reminded her that I was married, not queer, but liked to suck cock, and that I preferred women, especially young girls, to men.We agreed on a Saturday afternoon, and after prepping myself and showering, I set off for their residence. It took me just under an hour. Pulling into their. I read the second and third words quickly, flecks of spittle jumpingfrom my lips as I struggled to get my tongue round the odd syllables.A shudder passed through the house. It was visible - a physical wavetravelling through the walls and bare floorboards. The wood creaked,straining. What dust there was that wasn't moist rose into the air.The forth word was brief. It came easily to my lips. I waited for somekind of effect on my surroundings but there was none.I looked at the last word on the. .. was it really eight years ago? Time slipped around us so slowly, and yet already eight years ago she was dressed like this, reclining on the bed in a cabin over the Mediterranean sea as I poured more champagne. I could still smell her perfume if I needed to.But her putting it on after the tense moment in the kitchen suggested she had not let her openness flag.She lay down in bed and pulled the sheet over her body. Summer nights round here are hot, and the sheet was more for contact than. .I am so engrossed in watching the video of a cuckold husband lappingup the Bulls cum from his wife's pussy and next he will lick the Bullscock clean, that the slam of the car door almost doesn't register.Then, with glaring clarity it does! Oh Shit. The wife is home earlyand here I am in full drag. Plaid skirt, white linen schoolgirl blousetied up under my breastform filled bra, fishnet stockings, littleblack 3" heels, my wig made up in pig tails and jewelry befitting ateenage girl.I ran from.