Then I told her that I want to bath with her ,for which she obliged. After the bath together I told her that I will select the dress for her , I selec...ed a brown panty, white bra , brown blouse and a brown petticoat and a brown cotton saree for her and made her were the same in front of me. It was almost 8:30 AM by then, kid had woken up. I gave her a long kiss before I left their house . While leaving I asked if repent for what had happened , She said no. And that was my success . From there. Then Nichelle emerged in her costume: white thigh-high stockings, a white thong, a white tutu and a white corset which supported her tits from underneath without covering her nipples. She was wearing a tiara and brandishing a magic wand with a distinct resemblance to a dildo. “I’m Cumbelina, the Fuck Fairy, an’ I’m here to grant you a wish.” She danced around the room with a big grin on her face. When she turned to twerk for him, he saw that there was a tiny pair of wings on the back of her. ’ We both laughed at that. And then our eyes met. Unlike the romance stories you read about or watch on T.V, we didn’t kiss. We just sat there, searching each others face as if finding something long lost. Somehow, in some singularly unexpected way, I knew that I could love this woman. I knew it with all of my being, with a certainty that only poets can know. She stood up and moved to sit next to me as I came to that realization. Her thigh next to mine, purposely put in contact, was enough to. It hung down before me, her lips puckered and engorged from fifteen minutes of my tongue's eager attention. A pinky-sized gape revealed the rich moistness glistening inside. Most of that was from my saliva but it also blended with her juices forming a natural lubricant.Her pussy was ready. My pussy. The one I'd married nearly four years ago.The one that was about to be fucked by the noisy men anxiously waiting in our adjacent living room. Fucked senseless. And so much more.My wife was on all.