Pyush told her that, “ didi, if you relax and have some fun then you will feel good.”Roshni said, “What can we do? Do you people want to dance f...r fun?” she laughed. But Piyush said “sure didi, why not? If dancing can make you relaxed then let us all dance for some time.” She thought for a moment and then said “ ok but my music system is upstairs.” I told her that I had music on my cell so I just selected two songs and hit the play button. The first song was a very fast number and we danced to. I decided that I wanted my husband's dick and some guy wasnt going to stop me. I stood up on the sheet and bent over so that I was laying on the pool deck with my ass and pussy pointed towards the hot tub giving my husband easy access to some doggy style action. I heard someone stand up and get out of the tub and assumed I was now alone with my husband. Without looking back, I pulled my bikini bottoms down and said out loud "hey big boy, you better get over here and fuck me before someone sees. None of those labels matter. Submissive. That’s the label that matters. Your wife and cuckoldress, has trained you as her submissive and as such you’re willing to do anything she tells you. If she demands that you get on your knees and fluff her bull, you do so without hesitation. You suck his cock eagerly and passionately because you want him to be rock hard for your wife. You want him to slide into her pussy with ease and fuck her in the way you’ve so often failed to do.When she hops off his. Some jewelry, a liberal application of perfume, and I studied my handiwork with a critical eye.Paula wasn't a knockout in any sense of the term, but she certainly appeared to be a she. I made "her" sit down, stand up, cross his legs, and so forth, and noted with satisfaction that he couldn't possibly keep himself modest- any action at all exposed a seemingly unintentional display of shapely leg, stocking tops, frothy slip and other delightfully sexy underpinnings.Of course Paul was humiliated.