We started with only occasional swaps. A few years went by, and I realized that you were fucking multiples several times a month.” She started to sa... something, but he shook his head and went on, “I know what you’re going to say. I was fucking multiple partners, too, but ... not quite. ‘Our’ friends soon turned out to be just your friends, and I wound up with their wives or girlfriends, not because they particularly wanted to be with me, but because they came to a swap party with their husband. Her tiny breasts with perky nipples, her tight stomach and the few blonde curls of pussy hair, her shapely legs. She said nothing. The steam started building up. I relaxed.I stopped being so self-conscious and decided to loosen up and enjoy the hot steam filling the room. Suddenly breaking the silence the door opened. A guy entered. The steam was thick now but I could still make out his body. Shit, I thought to myself. I am nude here and a guy is in with us. I pulled my legs up to my chest and. So anyways, fast-forward a bit, and coincidentally the Lakers had just won the NBA championship title this night when I went jogging by her alley, and everyone was out in the streets getting drunk and shooting sparklers & revelling as people do –being proud of their Sports team for winning,And bag-lady must’ve been tipsy herself. When I came by her spot she was staggering around, her AM radio buzzing out the cheerful good news.She said “ YAAAAY! Didja hear? Didja hear? We’re champeens! Goooo. We finalized our divorce. However,she was very surprised and impressed with the new me. The trouble began alittle more than three years ago. We had been married two years when shediscovered my secret desire to wear women's underwear. I have never beenable to fight the urge to wear lingerie to relax. I hated the feeling butcould not fight it. I never thought about actually being a woman, whichconfused me even more. But I always kept it a secret. She got stuckworking night shifts for a stretch,.