I went into the living room where I had left him earlier only to find that he wasn't there. Where is he? I looked at the clock on the wall and wonde...ed if he might have stepped out while I was in the shower, but realized that it was already eleven at night. I walked into the room that I was sleeping in to check if he was in there, but much to my disappointment, he wasn't either. "Douglas? Where are you?" I called out. "In here," I heard him say. I walked towards the room I had thought I. Michael had been employed at Chelmsford Memorial Hospital, or CMH as thestaff preferred to call it, for just on three months.But Michael did have a secret. Yes he was a man, with male sexualappetites, but he had developed a predilection for female undergarments.He fondly remembered seeing his sisters and his mother clad inpetticoats, suspenders, panties, stockings and high heels as they dressedinnocently before him, he being the youngest of the family.His fetish increased and became more. With a soft moan, Ian stepped closer to his daughter and kissed her, his tongue meeting hers. Mike joined them, the three of them standing close together as Susie shared kisses with her Dad and brother. Susie tugged at the belts of their dressing gowns, pulling them free before reaching for their cocks. They undid her gown as well, pushing it off her shoulders so that it slid to the ground, leaving her naked.Ian and Mike wrapped an arm each around her as she stroked their cocks, as they shared. I'd do anything for her and have, loving my rather subservient station in life as her cum receptacle, her sex toy, her sperm catcher, all pet names my beloved wife has for me.There was this one guy she knew, Jack, a young stud (she likes 'em young, they cum lots and lots and can recharge on short notice, she says), who was eager to bang my wife's middle-aged but very sexy bones, but fell short of agreeing to do so while I was around. This guy was homophobic from the word go, if the Neanderthal.