Here's the incredible truth? My wife knows that I like to dress up. As much as I wish she would encourage me to do you, I realize that it is really mo...re my issue of not being comfortable doing it, that an issue of her not accepting it. She's comfortable with my wearing silky underwear when I do and thinks nothing of my sleeping in nightgowns. That's just normal around here.So, when my wife had a dream of me turning into Penelope Cruz and strapping on a dildo and having anal sex with her, she. I stood there still steadying myself until she was done and just like she started she pulled off of my cock while letting her lips follow all the way back to the tip of my head.I took a couple of breaths then looked down and saw she was looking up at me, I must have looked like I had a buzz, and I felt like it and she was smiling up at me. She pleased me like no woman has and she was so pleased that she could do it and bring someone off like that. With my cock relieved I felt a tinge of guilt. The kiss deepened and became more demanding.As I began to take, she responded, offering herself to me. I was careful, trying to delay the heat and the urgency, instead giving gentleness and control. She seemed to be confused, expecting me to take her, but instead I used what I could to bring on her arousal. She finally gave in and took what I gave. She began to move against me and I moved my hand down to cup the mound between her legs. She moaned into my mouth and she tightened her grip on me.. I would no longer be a woman you would desire. I would be an object that is only there to serve your lust. The thought triggered something in me. I could not yet clearly define what it was. It took a few days before I could bring myself to really buy the mask. I still felt uncomfortable spending so much money at once. I was afraid that I would not like the mask. Actually, I was very sure of it. Probably it wouldn't even fit me. But you left me no choice and said that I would only see you again.