“Honey… no, I want you… you to make love tome,” she whispered, but the grin on her husband’s faceonly got bigger. “...I said that in confidence.”“You told me she was sexy… if you had sex with awoman, it would be Lori,” Jim replied.“Yes, no, yes… no, I didn’t mean it that way,” Suesaid.“I know you want to be in control… be mistress anddominating.”“Yes, like what just happened.”Jim. My crossdressing wardrobe, which up to now had been orientated to being more ‘cute’ and ‘pretty’ started to look more sexy as my own choices were replaced by Stefan’s gifts. The pretty dresses got replaced by much tighter ones and by slutty miniskirts. Cute girly panties by lacy, erotic lingerie. Fishnet and patterned tights were added alongside my plain nylons. Shoes got higher and more provocative. I wore high-heeled boots for the first time because of Stefan. Denim started to play a bigger. His hot toned body laying there on the couch made my pussy twitch. John was laying on his back now I could see the outline of his cock encased in the thin shorts he wore. I did not wake him rather I sat in a chair across from him as he slept. I looked at the man I loved so dearly. I thought how wrong it was of me to lust after that big black cock I had earlier when I have all I need right there on the sofa.I watched as his eyes roamed under his closed eyelids, I hoped he was dreaming of me.. Heather didn't know if she was dreaming or going mad but there was no possibility that this could be happening; her body and mind were telling her that an unseen hand had begun to rub her pussy whilst two others were unclasping her bra and setting to work on her breasts. Her eyes on the other hand told her that none of this was occurring at all and she was just sitting quietly on the bus fully clothed. The reaction of the nine or so remaining bus travelers seemed to corroborate this.