His head was also spinning with the realization that they had again crossed a line he had sworn to avert, denying his desire for her. But no longer. H... could not remember feeling such a ferocity during sex for a very long time and all he knew was that he had to have more. He would not give her up, whatever the risk. He had a private washroom adjacent to his office and directed her there to clean up. He did so after she finished. They did not speak to each other as they made themselves. What increased my excitement was the clothing on top – all again in tight black shiny pvc, zipped and buckled in place, a thick severe black leather collar, a burgundy bob wig and the harshest of makeup that my limited talents could manage. It was apparent that my appearance was drawing a few stares but what the hell, let them stare!It dawned on me that I was taking a huge risk... a married man, sneaking out of the house dressed like I was, with not one piece of 'normal' clothing to fall back. She said that one of the reasons she had taken a few days leave was that she had put in an order and needed to be home to receive it. She ordered me to open it and take out all the items. What was inside it was a bit of a shock. There was book entitle ‘how to be the perfect cuckoldress’ which my wife said would teach her more about the lifestyle. She told me to flick through it quickly as it would explain some of the other items. It was very eye opening. In the box was also a number of. “Want another beer?” Hank then asked.After they used the towel to mop up the creamy mess off their dicks, they again sat in the lounge, each with another beer in hand.With a look of contentment, Hank then said, “You know, James, I think I have just found the perfect neighbour… Are you in a hurry to get going?”“No, not at all,” James answered, with a smile.“Good. Luckily, I don’t have to work tomorrow but I can’t guarantee that you’ll be too fresh in the morning.” Hank said, with a naughty.