Over the bottom flap, I was wearing a pair of lacy tanga knickers and, covering my legs was a pair of red silk hold-up stockings with a Cuban heel and...lacy patterned top. My footwear consisted of a pair of leather boots, which came to just above my knees and sported a fairly thin 4" heel, making it difficult though not impossible for me to keep my balance and walk with a fairly feminine gait. My eyebrows had been plucked and shaped and my wife had made me up very convincingly, spending a lot. He reverted to watching his video clips. Edith, meanwhile tidied a few things in the kitchen, noting how Tim had washed and cleared his dinner plates away thinking ‘what a good lad he is.’ She wandered into the study and checked the phone for any messages and whilst listening to one unimportant but interesting one, her fingers played across the keyboard of their computer. Her practised fingers automatically, as if programmed, clicked on an icon and just as she realised there would be no reason. Once I had decided I just had to experience this, I set to work. Being a builder I had been part of a self-build scheme and had built my own house to my own specs. The bedroom I had built was massive, as I always had plans to build walk in wardrobes down two sides, but paid work always took up my time. When I put my plans into action I spent long nights and weekends building ‘the set’ for my fantasy to come true. I partitioned off down one side of the room and along a width wall. Down the side. ‘See,’ I said to Themida, ‘there are some nice guys out there,’ as I pointed to my husband’s back as he walked away. ‘Yeah he’s nice,’ she smiled and then frowned again, ‘but I need a guy like that who can fuck me. How many nice guys are going to fuck straight away?’My cuckquean instincts were really getting working now. I could just picture Themida with her sweet smile and big boobs flirting with my husband and fucking him just if I wasn’t in the picture. I wanted her to think of him sexually.