I mean, my new husband is a good man but there are plenty of distractions out there that could be trouble. Trouble that begins with a T and rhymes wit... a P and that means another woman’s Pussy. “Wheezy spoke up. “Me, too. You never know what might be needed to keep a good husband.”Valeria smiled. “I might want to get in on this, too. I’m not married but anything that helps me to keep a man is something I should know.” Valeria was thinking about her sex worker business more than this one.. She left with everything we needed, and I left with an idea. As soon as dinner ended she made me take a shower, shave my body hair and return to her room when I finished; she even furnished me a silk shorty bathrobe to wear.When I entered her room, there on her dressing table was all the makeup she had purchased at Queenie's. She sat me down and talked me through the whole process of applying makeup. About two hours later, she placed the brunette wig on my head and stepped back to survey the. She held the razor up toward him, putting a plaintive pout behind it. He stood perfectly still as the image flashed through his mind of grabbing her by both ankles and yanking her legs in the air to smack her wet ass with an open hand.He could hear the way his flat palm against her wet cheeks would echo off the mosaic tiles, her piercing yelps of protest and surprise. Maybe that day would come, but probably not today.The glassy sound of the spray running from the nozzle felt like the only thing. I looked at my husband with a quizzed look, 'Has he been', I asked?'Yes', he replied, 'about five minutes after I got up'. I swallowed hard, 'He came to the door, and you had opened the curtains'?He said yes to both questions, as he walked back out of the room.I had a sudden queasy feeling in my stomach, not a sickly queasiness, just a deep gnawing feeling, being seen naked was one thing, but was I subconsciously touching myself, as I lay before fully awakening, somehow being espied doing it by.