"That's it," I praised.I pulled her back down.It took time before I could easily enter her throat. Sometimes Erin would choke and gag but as we contin...ed our fun activity her reactions became infrequent and then I fucked her throat."Yes," I groaned.In and out of her throat I went. It felt better and better. I became closer and closer to cumming. I held her head still as I thrusted up into her throat."Yes, Erin, yes," I gasped. "I'm gonna cum for you. I'm gonna cum. Yesssss!"I held her head down. She suddenly realised that her eyes were closed, and her hand had slid between her thighs. There was a moment of guilt when she realised the image in her mind as she was moving her fingers around her lips was not that of her husband, but of Peter. It didn't last long. She embraced the thought of him seducing her, she pictured them in a hotel room, somewhere classy, where they were not known. She thought of his lips on hers, undressing her and caressing every inch of her. Her fingers moved. She had known what he would ask next. She was not going to stand with a thin t-shirt and wet panties at her living room window. She had pulled on a hoodie that came down to her thighs and slowly walked to the window. It had been still been light out and she could see the yard in front of her apartment. There was a bar across the street and people were outside of the bar smoking mainly men. “Touch yourself,” he had said. She had looked at the men on the sidewalk. Slowly she had put her hand. Dressing up makes me feel womanly, really separates me from men, and I long to be able to pull it off as well as the brazen, mystery lady before me. I struggle to recall the last time I wore stockings and suspenders. I should rectify that someday. The dress swishes higher revealing the creamy upper surface of her breasts. They swell above the strapless corset and I gasp involuntarily as she completes the striptease and casts her dress into the air. It pirouettes and floats to the floor a few.