I really couldn't stand her. I had been fantasizing about sucking this hunks dick for 5 years and wondered if he could tell and was letting me know in... his own subtle ways he wanted me to suck his for him. What the hell was wrong with his wife that she didn't want to please this delicious man.The hot chemistry was building between us. Relentless flirting, private lunch dates and those eyes oh those eyes I could look into forever. They were such a unique color. Depending on the light sometimes. " and used it to send for a copy of the divorce decree. Once that had arrived, I took the steps needed to reclaim my maiden name. I was no longer "Mrs. Cooper" I was back to "Ms. Wolcott".I was settled in now, and comfortable, if not happy. I had made friends, I even went on a couple of dates. Of course my increasingly prominent belly didn't make for great slow dancing, much less any sexual offers. So I continued to sleep alone and rock my own boat. As good as I was getting with my fingers. That ruby red t-shirt suited her so well.She hugged me and kissed me. I grabbed her juicy ass and spread it.“Oh my gosh! You are insatiable,” she said.“it’s your fault,” I uttered.“Why my fault? What have I done now?”“Not now, but last night.”“Jeez! What did I do last night?”My mouth got close to her ear and I whispered, “You said you wanted to experience something new.”She gave me a naughty look.“What did I say exactly?”“That you… erm… wanted to… erm… have… anal sex?”“Hahaha! Dork! Is it so. I thought of the caning as the cameras flashed and the women provoked me with taunts and teasing strokes with their canes. I thought of what lay ahead with my mistress this evening, the humiliation of being caged, plugged and dressed as a woman. My cock pulsed at my glorious and exquisite immediate humiliation as I wanked before the women, and the thought of licking Hortense’s sweet anus. As I began to spasm the women teased mercilessly and I snorted and panted at the gusset in absolute.