"You might have asked me that years ago when you first took Amy into our lives. But you didn't. Why not?"It had never occurred to me to ask her such...a question, that was why not. "Because as you say, we're married," was what I replied. I was no more sure what that answer meant than when she said it. "We trust each other." "Yes. When we marry, we have ideas about each other that we make up out of our own needs, hoping they'll be met. We may be deceived. But through love we find ways to. .”“Even those.”“Oh.”She looked up at me. “You’re horny again.” She said simply.I could only nod.“So am I.”She stood and opened her long coat. I hadn’t thought about the fact that she was wearing a long coat: it was a very cold November day and it made sense. I gasped. Under it she was wearing high heels, stockings and suspenders, knickers and bra, and nothing else. And they were a very sexy, erotic, set. Not one of the sets I had photographed earlier, some of which had been sexy in their own. As the realization hits you, you look down at what your hands are doing, then up at my smiling face. I tell you to go slow, don’t miss a second of this magic event. We kiss and you quickly become voracious, revealing the real woman that only you and hubby knew was lurking there. You are still dressed, bu my hands are inside your overalls now, and under your panties, fondling your hard little cheeks. You won’t give up your hold on Mr. Happy, but I don’t want you to. At my prompting you turn your. Rod knew that he loved seeing these girls in the outfits they used at ballgames and he'd stroked himself off more than once imaging Christy, Karen and Rita fucking his brains out in various states of undress from their cheerleader uniforms. The girls readily agreed since they'd all decided that wanted to get their brains fucked out. It was all set.That night the three girls all showed up, looking like they were going to be cheering at a ballgame, but instead they were all going to ball their.