Would it work? Could it work? Could we make it work? In the end we decided we would see what might happen. Planning would be everything - on both side.... I think that we both decided that it would be a once only thing, a one time meeting, affair, call it what you would.Unfortunately I drive a fairly distinctive car, which would not help matters. So it couldn't be left about the place, the estate the apartment was part of was close enough to my home district for it to be quite possible for it to. As i switched it on, its vibrations sent a shiver through me and gave me a knot in my stomach. Not expecting aunt sheetal to come home for a few hours, i let curiosity and temptation get the best of me. I was soon almost hypnotized by the rhythmic vibrations of my new find.Holding the vibrator to my breasts, i could feel my nipples getting harder and my crotch and panties getting wetter and wet- ter. This was all so new to me, but it felt so good that i just couldn’t help exploring my entire. And once in a while I noticed bites on her neck that I wasn’t sure if I left them there. Still, I enjoyed hugging my pretty and sexually satisfied wife to sleep.Until one night, Swati came home and started riding me on the couch with her work clothes on. As that tight little pussy slipped down to absorb my cock, I realized Swati never took off her panties – she wasn’t wearing them coming home from work!I was suspicious because in the morning I saw her putting her pink panties on with my own. " I didn't agree to this! You're a man!" Now she looked angry."I am not a man. Calm down a second and look at me. If you can honestly tell me you see a man, you can go." I looked at her. Even seeing she had a cock, she was a woman. It was a total contradiction in my mind, but there it was. She was still the incredibly beautiful woman I had met in the bar."You... just let me go." You already agreed to fuck me. You're a submissive guy, do you deny that?" I am a straight guy." And I am a woman.".