My wife had me dress myself in a training bra, panties, a petticoat and one of the white dressy dresses. I then slipped on a pair of socks that turned...down with lace at the ankle and a white pair of Mary Jane's. My wife then put my hair into a pony tail at the top of my head, put some pink nail polish on my fingers and some matching lipstick."Was that a little bulge I saw developing when you were putting on the petti?" she asked, reaching up and grabbing my erect member. "I thought so. Didn't. In the back of his mind, as his stomach tied in knots he realized she never put in nearly as much effort on the rare occasion she gave him head.Tim then slowed her rhythm to enjoy it, then stopped altogether and shoved his cock deep down into her, his hands still clutched around her head, with her nose and face pushed up against his stomach. He loved the sensation of air that he felt as she struggled to breathe through her nose.Finally, giving a last few thrusts and grabbing her huge tits, he. When I asked her why she had not told me before she claimed she had forgot. My wife took great care in her preparations. She got dressed and reappeared, an image of wanton sensuality, in a very short tight black lycra dress with red thongs beneath. Her make-up was heavy make up and she wore bright red lipstick and high-heeled shoes. The heels added quite a bit to height and made her taller than me. She looked incredibly sexy. I smiled nervously, letting my eyes run over my wife. She was simply. There was more than a foot of height difference between them. “Later then.”Will had always been fairly successful with women. It came with being an explorer. Knowing how to fight and survive, testing yourself against the world, it gave a lot of perspective and confidence. There were many women who were attracted to that sort of man. He’d had a dry spell for a few years. Turns out, cursed cartographers just aren’t as sexy as seafaring adventurers. This week felt like he was making up for lost.