Karen’s voice issued tinny and far away from theearpiece. She sounded happy. “Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?” I swallowed and grippe... the handset. “Karen?” I whispered into the phone. “Peter? Is that you?” I paused again. Alison glanced up from her paper, andpushed herself up. Her bare feet whispered across thefloor, and she bent as she approached where I wassitting. The terrycloth about her shoulders looked warmand soft. Alison bent and kissed my. I turn and hug your pillow and I will myself to sleep. Insomnia ensues. I think about your cock. I love how it smells in your underwear, the pheromones you exude when you’re excited. I think about going down on you. The way I rub my nose against your cock while I debate whether or not I want to suck you that night. The way the heat of my breath permeates your underwear as I open my mouth to engulf your erection. I think of the way you swell against my lips through the cloth. How it turns me on. L was on her back and my husband had his cock deep in her pussy and was fucking her with deep strokes. She was grunting each time he hit bottom. The way she was holding on to him and meeting him thrust for thrust I could tell she did not object to his penetration.B. lifted his head from my chest and watched his wife getting fucked.While we were looking we saw my husband unload his sperm deep in L.'s pussy. He collapsed on her chest.B.'s softening cock slid from my wet hole as he watched . He. I have strutted around the neighborhood in the darkness of night wearing leotards and tights, ducking in pushes whenever I would see headlights. I was in to trying new things, especially for the slightest chance that I may get caught. To suffer humiliations like that is what many cross-dressers fear and yet fantasize about everyday. I took out a pair of shiny black high heel pumps I placed the four inch heeled shoes on my nylon encased feet. I wondered how different it would be to drive in.