I had a mixture of jealousy, hurt, and excitement all at the same time. I had four more drinks while I waited on my wife to return. On one trip back f...om the bar I noticed Mike's stuff was gone from where he had been setting. I decided to head to our room. I slid the key card through the slot and the light lit green. With my hand on the handle I paused to think about what might be on the other side of that door. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, the room was dark but just a thin. He took a few moments to gather himself (mainly to let his dick get soft), tossed on a t-shirt and some gym shorts, and then headed downstairs.When he got to the pool he noticed she was now lying on her stomach with her arms up under her head and her suit bottom still riding up her ass on the one side. What really got his attention, though, was her top was undone, the strings dangling off the chair, and he had a clear view of the side of her boob. He stood there for a moment, mouth slightly. "Try it Lois", her girlfriend had said one evening as they sat in one of the local coffee shops. "Your husband was a real bastard and you could get a lodger that would make you forget how you were treated; maybe a man that would again make you 'walk on clover'".It made her mad to think of her husband and his comment that morning, now months back, when he told her that he was leaving. She wasn't sure as to what she had done wrong. In all their association she had tried to please him in her. While we werewaiting for the mask to dry, she glued nail-tips on each of myfingers, extending them a good half-inch, with a definitefeminine shaping. She applied a bright red polish to them, thenknelt down in front of me and did the same to my toenails. Atiny voice inside me wanted to protest, but as I looked atmyself in the mirror, even the green goo on my face couldn'tstop me from admiring how feminine I was becoming. Wheneverything was dry, she got a pair of high-heeled black mules,with.