I slowly worked my way to the top of the basement stairs so I could listen and sneak out into the hallway. I was upset and excited as I heard them tal...ing and laughing from the bedroom.I waited at the top of the basement steps, about 10 minutes, until I heard the sounds of the bed moving and the familiar panting of my wife. My cock was harder then it has ever being, as I anticipated my next move. I was going to see my 40-year-old, mother of two, wife being fucked by her 20-year-old college. "But do I have to be so...so feminine?" "You, most of all!" Aukse explained. "Because the rest of us really are girls, we don't have to concern ourselves with looking like females, because we do so naturally. In your case, you need to shroud yourself in girlishness to deflect suspicion, and to escape detection as a male!" Once again, I laced into a corset. It was difficult to believe that such a light, feminine-looking garment could be so strong and inflexible. (In a way, I guess, the. Gerard aimed his phone at our groins, snapping a photo of his cock entering my pussy. I moaned, my back arching. The pleasure swelled in my core. I bucked and gasped as it grew larger and larger, threatening to drown me in bliss.My phone rang, blaring Weird Al's White and Nerdy. “That's my husband,” I gasped, reaching for my purse.“What?” Gerard groaned, still hammering into my pussy. I shuddered, fighting off my orgasm. I ripped my purse open and shoved my hand inside to find my phone. “Don't. I left to home and after noon I got a call from her saying it is paining more. I went to her home with some cause to see her. She dint talked properly; I pleased. Her mother was starring at my behavior. Her mother went to terrace to bring clothes. I was saying sorry; she repeatedly saying about pain.I took chance again and kept my hand into her nighty and rubbing on her panty she dint talk any, her mother was coming so came to normal position. I understood that she needs something if so she.