I began to kiss her neck, then she turned and we frenched as our bodies writhed against each other. One hand moved to her breast and she began to moan..., and I put my other hand under her ass. “Not here” she said and moved my hand from her breast and got up and took my hand and led me to her bedroom., removing her clothes as she entered.By the time we got to the bed, we both were naked. “Uncle Jim, do you want to fuck me? I want to fuck you. In fact, at this point, I want to fuck anybody. . The sensation of silk on my smooth sexy legs and the soft attentions of my wife, even as masculinized as she was, had me tenting my panties by the time she playfully snapped my last garter tab. While she was down there she playfully kissed my bulge. My member twitched excitedly but she pulled away, that teasing gesture was all there was to it."Now stand up," she said, "We still have a lot of work to do."When I was standing again she pulled the last item out of her bag, a white satin corset with. “That’s okay. I would do it all over again. If I had the chance….” she said, hiding her embarrassment behind a smile, aware that she might have been a little too presumptuous. A deep sigh and a forced a smile, the cogs inside her head turning tirelessly, imagination flirting with curiosity, the corners of her mouth curling in an expression of feline calculation, a sexually neglected widow searching for the right words, looking for anything that would persuade him to come to the Brandling Club.. She set off walking down the road, past the remaining pubs looking all around her in case Ian appeared.She crossed the road and walked over the bridge, hoping that wasn’t the place he chose, thankfully he didn’t appear, so she kept walking, crossed the road at a junction and continued to walk, she was getting nervous now she didn’t think he would have let her walk that far on her own at night, as she walked past the entrance to the wood yard someone jumped in front of her, dressed all in black.