She was making noises that were clearly expressing pleasure. Finally my back was killing me from bending over and, as I sat up, she saw the wet spot i... my crotch.She reached out for it and cooed, “I’m so sorry I made you do that.”I croaked, “I’m not! This was wonderful.”Krystal sat up and gave me a gentle but long kiss, “I didn’t think you would be so horny. I should have known. Let’s get you out of these and we’ll wash your underpants out.” Damn, how could I say no even though I was turning. Amrita that day was wearing black shorts which showed ample amount of her thighs and a white tight shirt which hugged her slight plump upper body rather too tightly.Even though Amrita was in her early thirties, she never looked one bit over her twenties. She was 5’8, wore heels to add a few inches, had black hair which she had colored dark brown and which flowed over her shoulders. She had dark black devilish eyes and sexy breasts which left many jaws open.From behind, she looked even more. I couldn't help staring at every woman's ass or the big boob gals, regardless of the age. I couldn't believe how many women didn't wear bras. I could see their nipples sticking through the blouses and shirts. Then there were the mid-sections. I saw so many belly buttons that I lost count. Some of them were really sexy, while others would have been better covered up.My wife got pissed whenever I checked out the women. She didn't say anything but gave me that evil eye that every wife has. I do. Trans?No. Cuckhold? No. Sissified? No. Babyfied? No. Feminized? No. And on andon I asked. I was up front with him: "I have to think about this for a fewdays." He said he would patiently wait and would not hurry me. He did andhe didn't, respectively.I confess I gave serious consideration to ending our marriage. He hadalways been a smart man, a strong man, a sensitive man. He had always beenmy manly man. But what sort of man wears a French maid uniform?Before deciding, I prodded him for further.