I knew I wanted to dress as a girl as often as I could and by the time I was 15 and starting high school, I was well aware of men who dressed as women... In fact I had found a lot of sites on the Internet that catered to them, and had printed out a lot of information, from how to make your own breastforms and padding to how to do makeup and hair. Experimenting, I made some birdseed breastforms and had cut some foam rubber into ovals to pad my hips and let my hair grow out until it was shoulder. The taste of what I did still lingered in my mouth. My curiosity got the better of me and I blurted out, "You guys used to fool around?" I asked, in more of a statement than a question.Tim looked at Seth, "Go ahead, obviously we have nothing to hide from him! I'm going to steal more coolers from the bitch!"Tim confided that when they were fourteen during his first summer home from the academy he had formed the logical impression that all boys had casual sex, no big deal. Mike, Tim and he had. I normally couldn't bring my wife to orgasm from just fucking her with my small dick, and usually finished her off orally after I had cum in her. I enjoyed reading porn on the internet, and my favorite stories were those about cuckold husbands who enjoyed eating creampies from their wives’ pussies, after being fucked bare back by a hung stud. I knew that my wife would never allow another man to fuck her, but I at least had those fantasies to enjoy. I often thought about that when I was. Then I hear her in the doorway. She's excited to see my invitation. She sits softly next to me. I can feel the warmth of her body on the bed beside me. I try not to smile, to play the role. But, I'm offering myself to her and I know she's excited. I feel giggly and elated inside, like a schoolgirl. Her warm hands begin to explore my back and my butt. She likes my young skin and I want her to enjoy it. She tries not to seem too eager, but she can't wait to pull my panties down a little and touch.