I was wearing my brand new white long line bra withsilicone filled breast forms, a white long legged girdle with blackseamed stocking attached to the ...arter tabs on the girdle legs and a pairof black spike heeled pumps on. She stepped back grabbed her "I" phoneand went back to the door and started taking videos and pictures of meexamining myself in the mirror.After a few minutes of pictures and video she walked into the room andsaid "well, well what have we here?" I was stunned embarrassed. " And she kissed me, her lips warm and slightly parted. My hand caressed through her hair, down the taut side of her neck.Her lips broke away from mine, “Jack, I so want you to ease my physical ache. But I'm so scared at the same time."“Don't be. I'm not here to hurt you."She sat up suddenly, looked at me with the passion clouding her eyes, as she said, "Jack, I'm not just a substitute for your wife, am I?"A question I had asked myself, but over the past weeks, I had realised that she was much. "Hey, honey, the man tells me you want to suck some cock. Is that right?" Missy nodded "That's right, babe, I want your juice. You can cum all over my face, or in my mouth, or both. Just give me your cum." She reached out and guided his zipper down, then wormed her hand into his pants. He undid the top clasp, and spread them down over his thighs. Missy extracted his rapidly hardening penis. It grew in her hand to an astounding nine inches. "Wow, that's quite a tonsil tickler you have. I sure. And so it went, for the next 6 months. She was fucking lots of other men about twice a week and me in between. Many weekends, she would fuck them all night when I was out of town on school trips. (The "disco" trips were her "cover" for those times. She wouldn't answer the phone if I called from the contest but would tell me later her friends had brought her home drunk and she just never heard the phone.) She swore up and down that the night before had been the first time she had ever brought.