"Shelly, just how much wine did you drink?" She giggled at my worried expression. "I know, I know, I've had all the wine I need. Don't worry, dear -- ... only had two glasses, and I'm switching to punch after this. You'd better switch, too -- you're going to need all your strength later." Though she tried her best, Shelly's face isn't really built for dirty leers. Though I was delighted by the sentiment, it took all my willpower not to laugh at her. Instead, I steered her towards the buffet. . We had stood around talking and sipping Champaign before being called to our seats. As we sat down Nathan’s hand rested on my leg and I knew I was going to be dripping wet before long.The hors d'oeuvres were little canapes of mushroom Vol-au-vonts. It had truffle and a slight balsamic glaze to it, delicious. The fish course was salmon, also amazing. It had the freshness of the rivers with herbs and a sauce to compliment it well.By the time we had finished the fish, I was horny as hell. I could. I know it sounds like a cliché, but I found out the way most husbands do; an unexpected trip home during the day, a strange car in the drive, sounds of passion from the upstairs bedroom, a stranger scrambling to get his pants on and a confrontation with the naked, sweating wife. A naked sweaty wife who looked so damned sexy lying there, legs spread, cunt lips puffy and wet and nipples erect that I stepped out of my pants and fell on her. The sex was intense and Brenda came twice before I. " Wait, what?" Pain sheared right through my defenses."Oh, this is not looking good for you..."I took a few deep breaths when the pain subsided... "I'd like you toremove my clothes." Pain..."Try again with a 'Please.'" Would you please remove my clothes, Doctor?" I asked nervously..."I would love to." And she proceeded to use a pair of scissors to removemy clothes. She looked between my legs, "I wasn't expecting that of you,sissy. You look like a real woman."I glared at her, "I am a real.