The parents played cards and we went in the TV room to watch TV.We fooled around in there a little and I got some more cheap feels. She brushed agains... my pecker a few times. I think she is just like me, trying to get as many cheap feels in as we can get. After awhile we lay on the couch with our heads on different ends. I got my leg into her crotch and was playing with it. She was humping my foot and I could tell she like it. Once she even grabbed my foot and pushed it into her crotch more. By. ” She said giggling.Three weeks later my ass had healed up. Stacy kept up a solid regimen of forced masturbation and eating her pussy. Occasionally she would make us sit on either side of her and suck on her D-cup tits while she watched TV. Should we ever fail to satisfy her or make any mistake at all, she wouldn’t hesitate to slap the shit out of us. I couldn’t complain too much though; at least she hadn’t fucked my ass again with her strap on. Though I was still determined to make her pay for. I only woremen's clothes outside the house. When we would dine together we woulddress in skirts and heels and she carefully taught me how to be feminine.My long hair was kept back in a ponytail and I was taught me the art ofskilfully applying makeup. Even though we had a very active sex lifetogether I inherited the same masculine equipment as my father and someof his effeminate traits and could never provide her with the rough sexshe craved from my uncles. I had to acknowledge from a very young. It was then I saw that she wasn't wearing panties and her wet open pussy was exposed completely to me. I was shaking with excitement"Can I take my lovely slut to dinner?" I asked. She smiled and told me to get changed she was ready to go.Dinner at Denneys was quite an experience. From the moment we walked in guys were staring at May Wives looked at her then gave their husbands a look that said don't you dare look at her. I know you want to fuck her but I am your wife. I was so proud of.