" Yes," he said lovingly squeezing my hand. "I've never been surer."After that I really stepped up my feminisation of Phil who very quicklygot used to...me using female pronouns towards him and calling him, Pam orPamela. I spent ages on YouTube, and the internet where I discovered thatthe kind of cuckolded relationship I dreamed of was not as uncommon as Ithought, and for all we were not married women like me were called 'hot-wives.' There was one YouTube channel where the couple involved. At first I was too nervous to look around but when I eventually did I saw two guys violently jacking each other off. They were both loving it. I was starting to sweat it was so exciting. My hands were shaking. I hadn’t seen anything like this before and wasn’t sure what to do. The two guys weren’t concerned that anyone was watching or probably they were enjoying the voyeuristic attention. One guy seemed to bring the other to the brink and then slow down keeping him in anticipation. I watched. I looked like your everyday whore in training, not something this town was accustomed to. Already I had received plenty of glares, and why shouldn’t I? My hair, though long and thick, didn’t do much for making me look older- and hazel eyes had a way of seeming innocent. My face didn’t match my outfit, and despite the fact that said outfit highlighted all the right places, I was still just a teenage girl.I could see him eyeing me from across the lot, and as he approached his car I got up to. . It was a long day.. After I was done with my work, I left for home. I got into the first train that arrived.. The train was crowded as usual.. I could spot a corner place near the door and stood there to enjoy the cold evening breeze. On the next station, a few people got off and some got on. There was one man in particular who caught my attention.He was wearing a smart whute colored chinese collared shirt with top 3 buttons open displaying his chest hair. A pair of beige chinos and smart.