Well I go through the shower routine, then I put on my clothes. My thong was lace black with a matching bra, I slip into my cocktail dress and leave t...e room to go see my husband Peter. He is trying to talk me out of it but all dressed up and ready to go. I can tell he depressed about going to his party I going to make up to him by giving him a night full of sex. That’s if he played his cards right and didn’t obsessed over this jimmy Johnson character. When we got to the party I ran some other. She spread her legs a little more but put them together gain. She then invited me to kneel on the floor in front of her to get a look up close. I dropped to my knees in front of her and after instructing me to put my hands behind my back, she spread her legs for me. She had taken off her panties, and there right in front of me was her naked pussy, I was so close I could see the moisture glisten off her pubic hair. She asked me if I could smell her excitement and again all I could do was nod.. Not even my finger can get close to her pussy. God, celibacy is hell. My thoughts turned to the two babysitters who it had been my privilege to fuck. [NOTE: Ditz the Babysitter and Who Loves Ya', Baby(Sitter)] Oh yes, and the second one's mother. But that had been months ago, and my growing stash of Penthouse Forum magazines and the occasional British tabloid Mayfair had been inadequate substitutes for the real thing. I'd even concocted fantasies about some of the women at work, intimate. I washed and again applied the cream to make my body as smooth aspossible. Trish waited in the bedroom. I finished shaving and steppedout and powdered the same as the night before. I stepped out into theroom to find Trish had changed too. She was wearing what looked like abusiness suit. I asked no questions and just started dressing in what shewas handing to me. I was again dressing in the maid costume. This timebefore she put the costume on she wrapped a under bust corset around meand.