She is pale skinned, my wife, with chocolate eyes.She is a tight figure, small and dainty. Ever so my type.It was a particularly hot July Saturday, no...nish.We were sitting on the couch, enjoying a movie and whatever cool breeze came our way.I wasn't interested in the movie. My wife was wearing a bright orange bikini top and jean cut offs. She was bare foot, her toes painted black. I loved that.I kiss her neck, only a peck and back away. N smiles but otherwise doesn't react. I do it again. This. I knew if he wanted to kill his wife and her lover, there would be more than enough time for him to drive home from there, commit the murders and drive back in time to keep his original appointment. So why the delay? It would have helped his alibi by showing up as originally planned since the meeting was scheduled early in the morning. Not doing so was more of a red flag to his involvement.Unable to make contact with Frank, it was decided to have the patrol car cruise by regularly just in case. I stepped out of it and tossed it into the laundrybasket Mary keeps for dirty clothes. I liked the shirt I'd been wearing,and I hoped that the dress would change back to it, when I turned back intoDan.The bedroom closet was behind a set of folding doors, each with a mirror.Now I could really see my new body for the first time. I looked pretty good-- hot even -- standing there in a gold colored bra and panty set. If Maryhadn't lied about my being her size, I had a 36-C rack.I posed, taking the. I do not know for certain, maybe my hands did it, maybe it just came undone, but her halter style top to her dress came loose and fell down exposing two full, round breasts that swayed and slapped and hypnotized me as she faint light of the near darkness.It only took me a couple of minutes after the build-up of the preceding hour to be damn close to blowing my load. She had her hand on my nuts and suddenly she squeezed around the base of my scrotum and then pulled my testicles the opposite way.