I told her that shepushes me into his arms. She even told me to sleep overnight and to"service" my man."Wow, that is so sweet," Karla said. "We are so...lucky to have suchunderstanding wives."As we cooked, I felt so good. Seeing Karla giggly, talking with me in herpretty dress just made me feel more love for this feminine lifestyle.We served dinner in the dining room and my wife asked, "What have yougirls been talking about for so long out there?" I said, "You know, justgirl talk." Everyone just. "Well, I can understand that. I get horny, too. A lot. And I masturbate a lot. Sometimes it seems almost anything can get me hot. So I try to be careful. You know about AIDS and that, right?" And how." Did I ever! Between Dad and school - I felt like a walking brochure from the Centers for Disease Control. Or GMHC.She thought for a few seconds. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll take care of you if you'll take care of me." Take care of you -?" I'll teach you how. But two rules: No one else can. “You’ve been drowning in sweat and sex all morning. And look at that beast. Jesus.”“Adderall and Viagra,” I explained.“Really?” Raylea beamed. “So we can go for a while?”“Uh...” I turned my head to look back into the apartment despite the door and shower curtain blocking any view. “Uh...”“Felix is going to be as far away as he can be in the room.” She said. “Don’t make eye contact and he won’t make eye contact.”“But...”“Listen. Once we’re good and clean. Dry me off. Take me to the bedroom. I’ll. Roy’s welllubricated cock prodded between her cheeks and startedto inch its way into her. She could do nothing to stopit, her mouth was hanging open again, her eyes tightshut as she felt it penetrate deeper and deeper. Now my wife was lying on her back on top of Roy, herarse impaled on his cock, still wearing her dress,although it was crumpled in a ring around her waist,her stocking clad legs spread-eagled, her bare stiff-nippled tits rising and falling as she panted andgasped for.