Back then; theirrelationship had never been better. He remembered the summer experimenttalk like it was yesterday. They had just finished making love,...clothingstrewn all over the floor, the two of them exhausted from a romp that hadlasted for several hours, when Helen suggested that he take his cross-dressing a step further.Back then and each summer before that was Frankie's prime time for cross-dressing. Every spring, when classes ended, Frankie would celebrate bychanging gears from handsome. He started casting the fly using the simple ten o’clock to two o’clock movement Henry had taught him. It always took him a few minutes to find the right rhythm, but once he found it he settled right into it. Having placed the fly in approximately the place that he had intended, he let it float on the water for a few seconds. He was about to move it when a beautiful trout broke the surface and took the fly. He smiled as he worked the fish in closer and then captured it in the net.He held up the. Ready for hot chocolate?"She stepped over to the stove and turned the flame down. Drank a glass of water."Grab the mugs, Alice, would you? Lisa, spoons, OK?"She turned back to Dad, whose grin was a mile wide."That's enough out of you, pal. I mean it."Dad laughed. He would've grabbed her again, I know it, except for the kettle of scalding water she was holding.I saw the thin letter on the hall table when I came home from school that freezing overcast Friday in January. Crap. I knew it. Everyone. Now he had his wife in a position to do with as he pleased. Being already sufficiently aroused, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock for a quick fuck. Throwing up her skirt, he smiled when he saw her gaping wet pussy, unencumbered by any sort of panties. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to him sharply, and she gasped; partly from the slight pain of her arms pulled out straight, and partly because she now found her knees too far off the bed to support her and she had to stand on tip-toe.