Well, this week things changed and amazingly so. My wife and family were on holidays and away for a few days. I stayed home to work and would join the... at the weekend. Elaine knew this and as I drove home from work on Thursday night, she arrived at my front door. She looked beautiful and wore a tight fitting black skirt and stockings with a see through white blouse.Elaine looked pained and I beckoned her into my house. She came in and I put the kettle on as she explained that she had to visit. Her hand slid slowly, down into hershorts. All she could do was stand silently and watch,while her arousal mounted.He seemed in no hurry to reach orgasm. He paused fromtime to time and she guessed he must be deliberatelypacing himself. She watched, chewing her lip. Hereleased his penis and reached for the hand creamdispenser on the arm of the sofa. He pumped out agenerous helping along his cock. She almost groanedaloud as he grabbed himself again. Mitzi couldactually hear the wet, licking sound. She did that a lot, and not just with me. Anyway, I told her that I'd come back later that night, and she said she'd like it better at night anyway. I was nervous, but I still went through with it. I came back over there a few hours later, and she was in that same outfit. Then she threw an outfit at me."I think you'll like it," she said.It was a rubber costume, with holes for my boobs, and one for my butt too. I didn't want to wear it, but I still did it for her. I stripped, and put it on.. About forty or so Ian stood half a foot taller than me and was broad across the shoulders. He was not so bad to look at though his crumpled clothes bought a decade ago didn’t help; in another life I might even have found him attractive, but not in this one.“Cooking my dinner like a good little bitch,” he said. It was true; I was stooped over the stove. My mother certainly never cooked and Ian had a tendency to get violent if he didn’t have a meal on the table after work. I said nothing, it was.