You might be trespassing but it was only Mike. The Kitchen was empty although there was signs that food had been prepared. I walked along a little fur...her and looked through the living room window. A figure in black lingerie lay on the sofa watching the telly. Black bra, black lacy panties, stockings or rather hold ups and black shiny high heels. It was Mike!! OMG! I stared in disbelief. As a man he was a wimp but as a woman he was very sexy. As sexy as his wife. He was overweight and his cock. That evening Murali came home like a cat and kept darting side long glances at me to gauge my mood and bracing himself for onslaught. I said nothing. We finished dinner in silence.When we were seated in sofa, I asked him.” Since how long you have been fucking them?”He replied in a small voice “Since my school days, they were in college”I asked him point blank “My first impulse was to divorce you. If I don’t divorce you, can you stop fucking them?”He gulped many times” Pratusha, Can you be. Only he called them "Dickie" and "John-boy" with a loving smile on his elderly face. They were both in their early thirties and were quite unalike and yet similar in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. Dickie appeared to have a perpetual smile on his face no matter what was said or what he was engaged in doing. On the other hand, John-boy seemed to frown an awful lot and would often subconsciously let his hand drop into his lap and started playing with his dreadfully huge pecker like it. .so pretty and yet socruel. Helpless to stop this agony surging through his loins, the manlost the fight to resist the young girl's stranglehold, and he felt hisbreathing becoming constricted, as her arms worked their wiry strength,past his neck muscles and deep into his windpipe.Panicking now, he tried to free his arms, but the girls had good grips onhis wrists, and again the small deadly foot slammed crushingly into hisagonised balls, driving all resistance from him, as the pain flooded.