There is no privacy any more.I did not have a good time tonight. In fact, this was the worst night ofmy life. For many years, I have wanted to have ... chance to dress up andgo out as a woman for one night. I kept telling myself, 'What are youthinking, Mark? That's perverse. That's not fair to Lisa. She doesn'twant to be married to a cross-dresser.' And, I hid my desires.Until a few weeks ago. I felt the desire once again, and I told myselfthat I would not hide this from my wife. I loved. Was it that Mr. Richards offered her a glass of wine or that Cindy spilled some wine on his shorts and quickly tried to blot the stain? Her hands grazed against his thighs. That physical contact had stirred something in his pants and they both felt it. Going along with the moment, Mr. Richards undid his shorts and Cindy got an eyeful of his massive semi-hard penis. Mr. Richards reached over and took Cindy's wrist and brought it closer. Cindy wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed.. "You were undressed, and Matt was dressed?" Doug asked."Uh uh," she said, shaking her head. "I only had my top off." Whatever, you did make it to second base, though. Right?" Yes."Doug got a devious idea. "Fine, then here's the deal. Matt should be down here any minute. I'll go into the kitchen for another beer. You will find a reason to start making out with Matt while I'm gone." He paused, waiting for her reaction.Helen had already planned on doing a little making out tonight, anyway. Her. She had to either dance or look foolish, she chose to dance.She was good to dance with, knew all the steps and after a few seconds began to turn it on. When that number was over she and I stayed on the dance floor. The next was a slow soft beat and Tracy was like dancing with feathers. I finished that with a dip and she laughed.I just reached out and took her glasses off her face and put them in my pocket. She was wearing a loose baggy kind of coat but under was a blouse that must have been.