I insist she wears them when we have sex and when she is not around I like to wear them along with, sometimes, her knickers. On this particular day...I had the crazy idea to wear a pair of her barely black tights and white satin knickers to work ( I work in a warehouse driving a forklift) to see what it would be like to spend a whole day in them plus the fact of being amongst my work mates with them on and no-one knowing. This turned out to really excite me and I had the notion that it would. His chest was shaved and looked like John Abraham’s. He told me he had been thinking of me all night. I told him, “What’s there in me that made you think about me?” By the way, I look very sexy in my blouse and petticoat. I have a thin waist, and my ass and boobs are the talk of the village by both elders and youth. The elder’s are naughtier! If I was a city girl, I would have dated plenty of boys by now.My parents educated me in a convent school. The only regret I have is marrying a village. Robert finally said, “Amber ... who you know nothing about. Let me explain.”Robert led Tiffany to the couch and for the next half hour he poured out his guts about Amber. Tiffany cried a couple of times as he related his tragic tale. By the end, she sat up next to him holding his hands in hers. She leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder.“Robert, I can’t be Amber, I can only be Tiffany. I think we could be great together; but, it just has to be only the two of us. Do you. By the time we finished our holiday all her holes had been penetrated and she came home sore but with a huge smile on her face. Cornelius eventually knocked Ruth up, and I became the daddy of a cuckolded son, who I love dearly. However that was in 1976 and another story, which I may recant later on. The wife swapping circuit now called swinging was where I found out that I was a born cuckold, I enjoyed watching Ruth getting fucked by other men and wanked myself silly whilst it happened.Ruth is.