.to have the honor of being in the same room with his wife when she got fucked by one of her lovers. To watch his wife get pleasured to the point of a...most blacking out. To be able to stroke his cock and cum while he watched them, but only if she allowed it. To the point where several times the sex was so mind blowing that they made cracks in the bed frame. And if he was real lucky, he would get to lick his wife's pussy...but only after it was jack hammered by a big, hard cock and dripping with. I said, “Ok,” and there was the whole day in front of me to spend and wait.I came up with a plan. I said, “You need to roam in the whole house, stripping away one piece of cloth.”She asked, “Why and how?”I said, “You do that, and you will enjoy it and get to know it later.”She started to work by preparing lunch. At first, she just dropped the pallu and was roaming around. Later after a few minutes, she removed the saree. Her melons were like huge-sized lemons and through that blouse, they were. She started,'Tell me more.''More about what?''More about the way you are, more about why you like to wear women's clothes?''It's just me I suppose. I've been like this since I was very young.''And do you have women's clothes at your own flat.''Yes.''So why did you want to wear my clothes?''They were something new, something different, for some reason I couldn't stop myself.''What would you say, if I said, I didn't mind?''Pardon?''You heard.''You don't mind?''Correct, I don't mind?''Why?''Well. “Dan, you’re allowed to touch the servers,” Carla said softly to his ear.“You’re sure?”“Yes, quite sure.”Dan shifted on his chair and his right hand to Jenny’s inner thigh made her startle. His hand smoothed her soft warm skin and slipped higher under the hem. Fingers were met by increasing warmth until he touched her damp slit.“No panties,” he thought as the tips separated her lips. She let out a soft sigh as they probed deeper. He could see that being touched by different hands was causing.