"Your bikini line, dear." responded my wife. "We're going to the beachin a few weeks and I don't want all that ugly hair showing. You do wantto look... nice for me don't you dear?" She has a bit of a sing-song soundto her last sentence; kind of like a little girl would ask 'prettyplease' for something they really wanted. I could never refuse her whenshe asked me like that."Okay. Sure," I replied with a smile and Angela continued with herwaxing. She touched my panties and pulled them up. So it was admit I was wrong or manup or rather woman up?"I will agree to wear lingerie to do the housework if there is aunanimous vote of both of us and the first three of our friends to answertheir phones and then look at your attempts to feminise me that I lookjust like a woman and if you win you can even do a photoshoot. If Idon't you have to do the housework in only your lingerie and shave thathair under your armpits."You see I still thought I looked like a man and if not I. She might have noticed my big tent. Later, I went home but could not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her boobs and her ass in front of me. That day I masturbated 2-3 times.After that day, I could see some changes in Ruhi. Her smile changed and it was as if she was giving me an open invitation to fuck her. I started touching her whenever I got a chance. She used to caress my foot with hers and I used to touch her milky breasts with my forearms and act as if it happened by mistake. Ruhi. She opened her legs for him. I heard her whisper, “My friend, Connie, wants a train run on her ass. Will you join in?”The guy’s eyes widened. He nodded. He managed to get out, “What about you?”“I just fuck straight. X plowed me hard today so I may just watch.”In forty minutes, we left with eight guys following the Prius back to their site. We all went inside. Connie stripped off her dress which was all she was wearing. She lay forward over the dining table. “Sylvia, pull the plug out. Guys,.