I walked over to her. She rose, smiled and began unbuttoning my shirt. As she slowly undressed me, she explained: “A lot of people imagine that a l...dy plumber is probably a dyke. I am definitely not. So, even though I must dress like a man for practical reasons, I dress like a woman underneath. This underwear costs more than some people’s cars, but it is worth every penny to me. I assume you like it.” By then she had removed my shirt, pulled down my trousers and was slowly rubbing the obvious. “May I have this dance?”I could never refuse him anything.“Let’s,” I reply, a little breathless.I have never danced before, and it shows. But he shows great patience, guiding me through the steps. By the third song, I can’t decide what excites me more: the warmth of his hands, the softness in his eyes, or the fact that I could dance without stumbling.We break apart to rest, and his attention is taken by someone else. I stand there, fidgeting with the lace of my sleeves, hesitating.I got what I. All of his tools were carefully maintained and well cared for. Papa was a craftsman and the things he made showed the pride he took in his work. One of his creations wasn't cheap, but whoever bought it knew they had something of lasting value.Wednesday night I took Jane Pullman out to dinner. It was a nice meal, mainly because of the company. Jane was sparking that night, and she looked very good in a long skirt slit up the side and a silk blouse. She also had on a pair of black high-heeled. When my wife gets drunk she always gets horny and is easier to talk into doing things she otherwise wouldn't consider. She was drunk the one time I got to fuck her ass.The affair has been going on and they have been getting less discreet about it in the office. He would regularly fuck her in his office and everyone at her job seemed to know why his office smelled like pussy, her pussy. In fact she has become such a whore for him that she has serviced several of her co-workers and some customers.