' With the hand on my crotch Derrick undid my belt and loosened my pants. He stuck his hand deep into my underwear grabbing my nut sack and pulled bot... them and my now erect penis out of my pants. Derrick stroked my penis gently, pulling my foreskin back exposing my penile head. I whispered urgently 'Derrick, stop now.' he answered 'Shhhh, we might get caught.' He continued to stroke my harden penis till I thought that he would get me to shoot my load. Suddenly without a word he stopped. I looked up at the mirror, and saw my busy hands on my breasts, my dark nipples surrounded by inquisitive digits of pleasure, and a higher level of arousal stirred, between my legs. Keeping one hand busy on my breasts, the other snaked its way down my chest, stomach, navel, and on to the strange feeling pubic hair, normally so dry and wiry, but currently wet, and ticklish. As I felt my way through the crop of hair, small bubbles escaped to the surface, as though my bush were fizzing somehow,. .. our driveway... and Mitch turnedin his seat to look at me. "Look, honey, I love you and I am proud of youand I will ultimately support whatever you decide you want to do, butthis... this is a BIG deal. I'm really happy that things went well withCraig, but that's no guarantee that things will go well with everyone.Please, at least sleep on this. Let's talk about this tomorrow and, ifyou want to be open about your true sex, then... fine, I guess, but youneed to consider the consequences of an. During our lunches she seemed to gradually move closer to me, touching my hand when she wanted to make a point. She would come close to whisper the silliest things in my ear. Her clothes became more daring over time. She often wore low cut tops that showed off her chest and she never passed up an opportunity to lean in close to me, like she wanted me to look. I must admit I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was in a constant state of arousal. Sex with my wife was intense. Each night I would.