A magical bra you surprised me with that gave me little A-cup cleavage. Long white gloves to feminize my big hands, a silvery necklace, a waist chain,...and bracelets. Finally, the butt-plug and thong.We took some pictures then paraded me around on the cam site I frequent, me drinking in the “oohs” and “ahhs” of the dozens of men who had been settling for my half-baked attempts at make up. You left to get the wine and to, as you put it, let me “get in character.” I strutted for my boys, teased. I began to struggle more, but again it was useless.My beloved husband had promised his friend that he could fuck me and there was nothing I could do about it. His friend took my hand and pushed it down until I could feel his hard shaft against my palm. He ordered me to stroke him. I clenched my fist, determined I was not going to make it easy for both of them, but then Willy bit my hard nipple and this convinced me it would be better for me to obey…I could not believe as my husband moved his. I was now again in her womb and she screamed very loudly as she felt my cock nestle in for the long haul.I pumped her and because I had cum earlier, I could hold out a lot longer this time. It seemed l just kept pumping in and out of her but every four to five thrusts she was having an orgasm harder than the one before it.After about twenty-five minutes Sally started looking tired and uncomfortable. Her knees gave out and she fell face down on the bed, but I did not leave her and continued to. The special circumstances of our love triangle kept intruding, but we worked at working things out and enjoyed the uniqueness of our joined lives."Brian. Earth to Briiiian," Rebecca's voice caught my mind wandering. We were in the shower trying to scrub off our combined juices. Rebecca fixed me with her smile, then asked again, "are we flying to Sweden on Tuesday, or Thursday?"Seriously, where were you just now?" She had a point. It was not like me to lose track of a conversation, any.