Wanted to do. Including a true story about my time as Angelica’s sissy drag queen cuckold. It’s all there,” Darrell confessed now, really making...our jaws drop.“So, my loving husband ... writing hotwife stories on his computer while I slave away as a nurse during this deadly plague ... how naughty of you! Hmmm ... I’ll have to think about what I think about this. Send me the link in an email, dear. That’s not a request, either. Consider it a command, just to test out your ... willingness to. "The first thing I did when I got to my room was to make my nightly "honey call." You know the kind - "Hi honey, how was your day, I'm fine, sure do miss you, call you tomorrow, good night sweetie, I love you, bye." - blah, blah, blah, the same old stuff.Then I took off my business suit and ran a wet washcloth over my penis and balls to get rid of any untoward smells that might have accumulated during the day. I wiped down especially well, just on the extreme off chance that someone besides me. I had spotted her for three reasons; she stood out from the other patrons the way a cheetah stands out in the herd, she was doing too well on the tables and might not be on the up-and-up, and she was drop-dead gorgeous, a Stana Katic, à la Kate Becket, clone. She stood a couple of inches taller than I. Long dark-brown silky hair hung down to just below her shoulder blades. Her sparkling emerald eyes were filled with intelligence. Those eyes highlighted a gorgeous face featuring a cute nose and. I got out of the bed, into the bathroom and turned on the water. As soon as the water was steaming I climbed in and let the water run over my body. I stuck my face in the warm water and sighed comfortably as it ran down my body.I was still standing there with a happy smile on my face, when I got happier. I hadn't heard the door open but I caught a cool breeze as the shower curtain was pulled back and a pair of already familiar hands touched me."Need your back scrubbed?" Mark whispered in my.