When he came down, he had pair of black stockings, a garter belt and a pair of strappy high heels. "Put these on," he said as he handed them to me. ...Ooooohhhh. With your wife upstairs? Kinky!" I said as I started taking my clothes off. I quickly put on the stockings and garter belt, fastened on my heels, and got on my knees and began working Dave's cock with my hand. He was already hard as a rock. "You're a naughty naughty boy," I said, "with your wife upstairs. What do you want me to. I've honored her feelings, knowing that part of her perfection is based upon the purity of her heart.But I must have her. I will never pressure her into doing something she doesn't want, but this she wants.We meet at the cocktail lounge of a mid-town Hilton. She looks sweet and sensual in her conservative yet tasteful business suit. We huddle in a corner booth, sharing secrets, finally exposing our innermost thoughts to the keeper of each other's heart.Before long we are holding hands. The. Sorry,’ I reply without looking at her. The alien radio is one of her many inventions. She can pick up at least a dozen extraterrestrial transmissions with it. Nobody knows what they mean, not even her. Yet. She is close. She probably will have them worked out before the end of the month. She is super bright but she had to be. ‘So, do you think they will ever come?’ I ask a question that I’ve asked many times before. She knows the sequence of answers, it comes from practice. ‘Who? The other. I would come home and usually feed Alecia and I loved it when we both took a nap. I would have to get up when she was awake though, until my sister got home from school. My sleep was rather erratic. Mom told me that was the price I paid for motherhood, but she also told me she was very proud of me. I started on-line classes from the local college and did most of my studying on the days I didn’t work. There was hardly enough time in my schedule for taking care of Alecia, work and trying to get.