Gone before shecould get down to share a breakfast. A few mornings ago she'dheard him rattling around and she'd fluffed her hair and pinched upher ni...ples and strolled into the kitchen, her trimmed bush peekingunder her babydoll with each sway of her hips. Hoping he'd jumpher.Nothing. He wasn't there. She hadn't even heard him leave.At night he'd phone he was coming home late, just leave him a sandwich. Then he'd sit in his study past bed-time with his nose buried in papers. She'd stood. I look very feminine and I can't believe that I am so trapped in this outfit, I am so much at my wife's mercy. She has really got me under her control. I look in the mirror and realize that I really am no longer a husband or a male but a girlfriend and a female.As we are walking across the parking lot towards the car I hear my heels clicking in the familiar sound and realize after these past three years of being feminized that I now wiggle very animated, like a model walking down a runway. It. I oblige and raise myself off my dildo and onto the bed, in the position facing his girlfriend. His cock is still wet and my ass still lubed his thick cock slides in easily, as hes done times before secretly. He starts slow but gets into, as does his girlfriend as she starts playing with her pink wet pussy.He pounds my ass, stopping only by instructions of his girlfriend. She tells him to let me ride him to show how much of a slut i am. As he pullsout and lays on the bed i look over at her, she. His hand dropped down onto her thigh. Her hand covered his and she pressed it down, loving the feeling of his rough fingers on her tender, creamy skin.He was wearing only his usual jockey shorts. That's all he wore around the house. It could be sexy. She often wished he would display his manhood more often fully hard. Just for her. But it didn't happen often. She slowly put her delicate hand over his crotch. She turned her head furtively and looked at his profile with her eyes slightly.