“Wow, that’s hot,” she said and then I felt her hand on my arm, sliding under my blanket. I flinched as her hand reached mine and wrapped itself... around my erection. She started to gently pump up and down and my balls tightened in anticipation. “This is too big to waste on a hand job, let’s go to the bathroom,” she said. I couldn’t believe what was happening, it seemed like the unlikely plot of a porn movie but there was no way I was going to argue with her. I got up and turned to head to the. I am very confident in our relationship. So, I conveniently exit to the kitchen to fix us all drinks and give you a chance to talk to her. You excuse yourself and hastily follow me. I’m in the kitchen smiling and feeling glasses with ice when you question my intentions. You know me so well it is uncanny. So, I just reply that I think she wishes to either enjoy you or join us. Your look is so cute; like a c***d discovering the perfect gift under the Christmas Tree!Together we return with. " I hesitated. "Do I have to say so? I mean, it's sort of anadmission...." I'm not looking for an admission, Eric. I'm looking for yourconsent." He paused. "Look, Eric, this is a touchy business, one guyputting another guy into drag. People could get ideas...and you couldhave second thoughts. Or guilt feelings. I'm not asking you for asigned statement, but I want your explicit consent every step of theway."I could see his point, but I felt squeamish about saying that I wantedto wear. What's an older man to do? Everything else in our life is great. We do things together, have cookouts, take in movies, go places together. Hell, I even go shopping with her, but when it comes to sex, she's not interested.I've tried everything but she says because of her medication she really doesn't feel anything. Now there's a boost to my ego. I don't want a divorce because she is a wonderful mother, grandmother and wife, other than the no-sex shit. I don't want an affair, not because of my.