" As Miss Vee's words swam through my mind, I thought back to a few months ago, before I had experienced any of this. I used to wear cute skirts and w...hite panties and tease myself in bed. I would put my hair in pigtails and put on some thin, girly socks while I edged myself closer and closer to an orgasm. I loved drawing it out as long as I could, never wanting to quite reach the end. But now, I was on the floor with a plug locked in my ass, serving mysterious women in any way they asked. I was. She was taking small steps. Her clothes were on. Her hair was somewhat tussled, but not out of place. She sat in the minivan for a minute. She lit a cigarette. She usually only smokes when she drinks,but I don't think she had had a drink yet. She tossed the smoke and split. Now to retrieve the evidence.Weeks earlier I had mentioned a fantasy that came to me. It was great;fun and unique. It would put my wife in a whore's situation. I spent a few days thinking of the details and work involved. Par mere ustad kaha manne wala tha kyjki meri aankh band hote hi uske nangi tange nazar aati thi ab maine man bana liya tha ki chahe bap marr ya koi bhi mai uski madamast jawani ka ras pi kar rahunga.Ek din aisa aaya ki aunty ne mujhe bualaya aud baitha kar bate karne lagi uski bato se laga ki us buddhe se wo khush nahai h maine socha ki ma aur beti ddono ko apna veerya pila dunga par uska dhyan to mere padosi pe tha mai samajh gaya ki ahar iski beti k jawani ka ras pina h to is ki aag ko. “Guy’s nuts to be foolin’ around on such a pretty wife, if you ask me,” I said without being able to detect another reaction. By the time Kate and I arrived at the Johnston’s neighborhood Christmas party it was already crowded and in full cheer. We greeted a number of neighbors on our slow progression to one of the “bars”. I scanned each room we passed in search of Alicia and I could tell Kate was scanning as well. I saw Phil in the study as we passed by. He was talking with Lynn, the redhead.