It was the feminine colour that Dominique had picked in one of her softer moments.“I like to fuck you in a pink boudoir,” she had said as she deco...rated the room like a Louis the Fourteenth den of iniquity. “Frilly sheets and soft rugs turn me on...”The light streamed through the shutters on the windows making a slatted pattern on the wall behind where the Renoir reclining nude hung in all its glory.I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of lying naked on the silky sheets, waiting for Dominique to. That was the last thing she said as we left the house. I knew there would be over twenty women at the party. The idea that each and every one of them knew I was my wife’s chaste bitch was completely humiliating. Yet, my cock was already pinched and uncomfortable in the cage just from hearing my wife’s words. No. I had cross dressed for years before I ever sucked another mans cock. Started with just panties or pantyhose when I was in high school and college. As I got older stockings, garters,. "Awww, don't be such an oldie! Come on!" I said and stood up. We all walked down into the water except for Karen. I ignored her because I was having fun. I couldn't believe my luck to be naked with a bunch of beautiful college kids. We swam over to where the boys were and soon we were all talking and splashing and having fun. Most of the girls were really self conscious and wouldn't hardly move their shoulders above the water. I didn't care. I looked back to shore to find Karen and the. For her it was no big deal, apparently, she'd done it a quite natural, uncalculating way. Well, he said, trying not to sound too stupid, if I'm going to get a kiss every time, I can become your personal driver if you like. Lena smiled absently, but made no comment.By the time they got to the house, a modern infill which Wendy had described to him, Lena was fast asleep. He shook her, and she opened her eyes blearily and smiled a little, but she wouldn't wake up. God knows how much she'd had to.