Her shoes were close to being called stilettos; very thin heels, straps around her ankles, and nearly four inches high. The outfit looked really good ...on her, and I quite liked the effect that the shoes had on her legs and her ass.I decided to wander over as she was finishing up. She stumbled a little as one of her heels sank into the ground and I smiled to myself thinking of the hazards of high heels. She looked up as I arrived, an inquiring expression on her face, but she didn't say. The outfit brought back the memory of the painter that she fucked while her husband was at work. She felt guilty for letting it go that far, but damn if it didn’t feel good, she thought.With the thought behind her, she ended up trying on different outfits. Some she would be able to wear to work and some were causal for when she would go out with her girlfriends or husband. Ashley even got one that was for her husband’s eyes only. It was a one-piece see-through purple lingerie.'My husband is. "I start to blush but she just laughs and calls her boyfriend over and tells him to sit down..."So you really think you are a girl, huh? Let's see how much of a girl you are? Suck his dick, just like I used to suck yours, little faggot! Do a good job and I'll make sure he fucks you too, bitch!"I look at her and start to object, and she slaps me..."Remember our marriage you fucked up because you wouldn't admit you were a little sissy faggot! Shut up or I'll call your family and tell them the. "Let’s get over on the floor." She lustfully whispered. She gently pulled him to his feet then pushed him onto his back. His lust filled prick obscenely pointing towards her. Greg’s red-hot stepsister knelt down beside him. She eyed his prick with sex on her mind. Then she turned to face Greg. Bending over she kissed his lightly. Then began gently kissing her way down his body. Her lips stopped to suck on his nipples. He held her head slightly as she slowly bought her hand to his enraged cock..