.” I begged again, but to no avail. She closed her eyes, inserting both fingers into her mouth and sucking noisily. Several trails of warm, lubric...ting spittle trailed down her hand. I gathered my courage.“Please, Kara... please put your fingers in... in my bottom!” I blurted out, my face blushing red with disgrace.Kara nodded, seeming pleased. “Good girl,” she praised. “You want me to fuck you?”“Yes... oh, please Kara... in my rump,” I urged in a whisper.“You mean in your ass? You want. When he was gone and I was not getting that good filling feeling of having my ass fucked I began to get more risky with my dressing up and thanks to him and his hot wife I now had a few pairs of hot fuck me high heels and a few vibrates and dildos to play with along with porno and pictures of me dressed up servicing his huge dick. I began to need to feel a cock inside me taking me like the whore I'd become so when I began to keep a large stash of things inside this multi building storage an. It was the only gay bar in town. I escaped while my wife was at her sisters. I thought it was the perfect time to let my “Freak Flag” fly. I never get away. I'm extremely kinky, a fact lost on my wife, Michelle. She is so vanilla. She absolutely lost her mind when her son Michael, my stepson, came out of the closet after his 18th birthday. She never knew about my little excursions to the local adult movie store for sucking and fucking in the booths. It was a rare treat but I loved getting. At first she said nothing, but after a little prodding started talking almost nonstop. About getting old, life and that she did not feel very feminine or attractive. Her husband tried to assure her that she was still a very attractive woman and that any man in his right mind if he had the chance, would without any hesitation hug the stuffings out of her and fuck her brains out, even the younger ones. This of course was not very reassuring and she was not at all convinced. You know, never argue.