My husband is always wanting to hear stories of me fucking other men, but I was running out of material so I told him I needed to experience something...new. I shared with him that I thought his friend was hot and that I wouldn’t mind riding him. Over the course of the next few weeks we were trying to figure out how to bring it up to see if he’d be interested. I’m pretty flirty and forward, but I wasn’t sure if the signals I was getting were that he was interested or not. Then my husband breaks. Samantha met him in the kitchen. He looked at her and smiled. "What the hell are you smiling about? Do you know you have lipstick onyour lips and red nail polish on your fingernails? Lord knows what elseyou have on! If you want to wear make-up that bad come with me!" He felt like this was an order so he followed her to their bedroomwhere she had him sit by her vanity. When she was done he had a prettyfeminine face. She went into the closet and came out with a wig whichshe forced roughly on. "How did you then?" I asked softly,She demurred, saying that she'd rather tell me face to face tomorrow,"I Gather that you're just sixteen Chris" Yes?" I bridled, "And what's your point?" There isn't one Chris, none at all" she said and I detected almost a sob in her voice, "Can we continue this conversation tomorrow please, you've no idea how tired I am, or how many miles I've travelled to find my daughters"I told the girls this and they listened in silence,"You mustn't judge her" I said and. I was really enjoying it even when I went back in and sit down the seat push 90% of it up in me and I could move my legs and ass and feel the end of it moving around up inside me.. but what I really liked was for a couple of hours I could regurgitate bringing the Cum backup just getting to taste it over and over mmmmmmm …When we went to bed that night he started to pull my panties down to take the bottle out and I lightly smacked his hand for the first time ever I denied him I wanted it left in.