My internal need to dress was largelysatisfied. I did occasionally feel the need to venture out butsuppressed the urge, knowing that it would cause a... eruption with mywife.Weekends were wonderful, staying dressed the entire time save necessaryforays to buy necessities, groceries, fuel, etc.The months passed and my wardrobe expanded, like most women's. I hadmore pretty things than masculine clothes. At work I underdressed,putting on panties, a camisole and maybe even stockings. All were. She pushed me up against the wall, and began kissing my neck and moved her hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy lips. As she started exploring my moistening slit, she began kissing her way down my chest, then to my tits. When she got to my breasts, she ran her tongue around my left nipple. Once it was painfully erect, she playfully nipped it with her teeth, and sucked it into her lips. When I moaned my approval, she started alternating between my nipples. The feeling was amazing, the. She mercilessly rode my face. Her claws sc****d at my ribs and abs. Then I felt a rubber headed vibrator get pressed against the cock tube that I was trapped in. It was electric! She slid the toy down to my balls and then even shoved it further down where my butt was mostly protected by the bed. Then she brought it back up. The torment was incredible. Her tits were swinging over my shin and the intoxicating scent of pussy and ass being raked over my face again and again…. “What the fuck. I think I'll just keep looking," I suggested. I gave it a little more thought, then said, "I think I will stay another night though."I found a community bulletin board in Lucy Mae's cafe. It was like the one back home, so I checked it out. I noted that there was a dance in the Grange Hall located on a country road between four small communities. I wouldn't dare take the trike to a dance. If I did that I would have to risk my life to get it back home. Even if I didn't go, it was nice to know.