I was attracted to the plethora of denim skirts while also eying up anice sweatshirt. Mother had different ideas pertaining to the more softand femini...e attire.And so there I was gazing at myself in the mirror scrupulously studyingmy reflection from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes. Dare I sayit without sounding immodest? I looked beautiful.My wavy strawberry blond hair with tinted highlights accented thedelicate curves of my facial bone structure. The immaculate makeup oozedmy. I sneaked into the house being extremely quiet. I stood in the kitchen and listened, I could hear the bed squeaking. I took off my shoes and went upstairs.The bedroom door was wide open and the light on my wife's night stand was on. Since the hall was dark I could see them in our dresser mirror without them seeing me. Anita was straddling the insatiable guy and she was rocking her hips softly. I couldn't see anything. Then just as I was about to leave she leaned down to kiss him and I saw his. Her circling becomes a bit erratic and I can feel her vagina lubricating itself. I must have found her clit. I am distracting her. I smile. She arches her back low and holds her head up. I run my other hand over her lovely shoulders and down her back. My cock is twitching and leaking. “You are fucking gorgeous, Tabatha.” “Thank you.” Her raised head droops briefly as she stifles an embarrassed giggle. I’m amused. I’ve never seen her like this. Finally, she sits back on her heels. . But somehow it was different from the other times. Jim felt more real somehow. He felt cum oozing out of a pussy as the man rolled him off.Jim watched himself get up and stretch. "Thanks for coming down to see me. I wasn't sure you would, but I'll have to thank that stupid shrink for convincing you. I kept whispering at you to come, but I didn't think you would have, except for her. Nice lady, Dr. Freeberg!" his body laughed.Jim was puzzled."You look puzzled, don't be. Think about it. Who would.