He had always been a sensitive boy and he knewthat his vomit had landed both of us in French maids outfits but howcould his Dad already have been wear...ng tights?He felt both betrayed and that he was the betrayer.After the girls had filmed videos of me mopping up Nicky's vomit Agnestold me to take Nicky through to the bedroom.Nicky was sulking and crying and I stroked his right hand as his motherput nail polish on his left."Listen Nicky, just because you have never dressed as a girl. .. same stuff over and over.My husband was controlling, manipulative, and eventually physically abusive (though I left before that got too bad), and I turned further into the self exposure stuff as a means of escape. Literally. That’s when the begging to get k**napped or blackmailed into leaving him kind of stuff started. And for years, none of that happened.So, in 2015 this happened:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XaZJFnnstR3IWzN9oVUDWRljGeoaWh5e75olgRJcd2Y/edit?usp=sharingAnd then, the. And get naked!”“Better do what they want. We don’t want any trouble ... They may try waterboarding next,” Dad joked. Both of us were blindfolded and obviously unsure about the intentions of our wives.Remembering how liberating it had been being naked most of the previous day, I heeded the women’s demand and began shedding my t-shirt. My tented boxers soon followed. As expected, the whole situation had caused me to sprout to my full 5 ½ inches, which I tried to hide as best I could.“Ah Ah, Ah no. “That must have been interesting.”“You have no idea.” I said.“When do you want to do me?” she asked.I wished she hadn’t put it quite that way. I was tired, but I wasn’t dead. I had had sex twice now. You’d think a guy would get used to it ... be satisfied ... not want it so much any more.Stop laughing. I was only two days away from being seventeen.“I don’t know,” I said. “Right now I just want to take a nap.”She looked miffed. “You don’t want to see these again?” She cupped her breasts.I looked.