I put on the clothes she had laid out for me. Yes,I even managed the bra. I had seen her put them on backwards and turn themaround. So I figured that ... could do the same. For some reason I foundthat getting dressed in these things was really turning me on. Shortlyafter I finished getting dressed, my wife entered and whistled herapproval. I turned to see hear wearing a short dress that just almosttouched her knees and a pair of sandals similar to the ones that were onmy feet. She had already. I got blushed, but she kept saying it smelled so good.I then relaxed, telling her that it was me, since I had not been truly fucked by my husband in some days… Shelley burst in laughter.She stood up and said she had the same problem at home…That sensual mature lady then moved over me and knelt in front of me, reaching out her delicate hands to make me spread my legs.Shelley lifted my tight skirt and smiled as she saw I had missed my panties. She then slid her wet tongue up my dripping pussy. He released the lip slowly and moved to the other one, slowly sucking it between his warm, wet lips as his tongue slowly slid up and down against it. Her hands moved to the back of his head, gripping his hair rightly and pulling his face into her, desperate for sensation on the more sensitive areas of her now very wet and very needy pussy. She let out a long, shuddering moan as she felt the tip of his tongue push between her swollen lips and slide downwards, hearing him moan at her taste as his. She seems giddy. Like a younger woman. I like that." Your okay with not being the baby's father?" Oh yes. Absolutely! This is what Cynthia and decided we both wanted over a year ago; even before we came to therapy here."She studied my face for a few moments, and then smiled. "I am very pleased to hear that." I feel...excited; thrilled; exhilarated, even."The ther****t smiled once again. "Good! That's the way it ought to be, of course." Last night I woke up thinking about that Cynthia was.