Do you fool around?" Only with my husband present." I see. Do you mean a three-way, perhaps?" That's exactly what I was thinking," my wife says. "If y...ou aren't interested, say so." On the contrary," he grins, flashing his perfect teeth, "It sounds intriguing. Wait for me at the corner of Justinian and Grove street. I have to go home first, but I'll pick you up there at 10:00."My wife calls me up and says, "Surprise! I'll be bringing home some company!" She then fills me in on the conversation. I always suspected that it was because she wanted me to look like an effeminized man, rather than a woman. Dressed in bra, skirt and pumps, and looking otherwise like a man in makeup, the goal was submission. As she handed me the wig, my mind wandered into the idea of actually becoming a woman in every social sense. I wasn't a large man, and I was otherwise trim and limber, and my skin was exceptionally smooth for a man. In a wig I could easily pass as a woman, and now Audrey seemed to be. Mrs. T pulled her bib shorts off and laid back on the bench. She rubbed her fingers on her smooth pussy. I could see it glisten with her juices. She slipped a finger between her labia and spread them open. It wasn’t the first pussy I’d ever seen, but it was the prettiest. She asked me where I thought I should start.I lowered myself between her legs. I kissed along her inner thighs, from her knees to her pussy. The intoxicating smell of her filling my nose. Mrs. T pointed to the top of her. During their first day, they had a few more drinks, enjoyed the food and entertainment, including the late disco. They eventually got to bed after midnight.The next day Jean decided to start the day with a shower. She went into the shower room, stripped and showered. She then put on bra and panties and returned to the bedroom. Here she was met by Sue, who had stripped off exposing her small breasts and hard nipples, and a slightly shaved pussy. Jean wasn’t sure where to look first. But Sue just.