..”“I need to think about this. To say I am unhappy about this, well, all I can say is I am unhappy about this,” I said. “But I need to think.... Let’s go.”We drove slowly and wordlessly to her place. I didn’t even look at her while we drove. Arriving, I didn’t even try to kiss her, our usual wont. I just waited for her to get out and go up to her apartment. She opened the car’s door, but turned to me for a final word.“Julian, I am not betraying you. I’m not,” she said. I turned to look at her. I. ..fuck my sissy hole!!!!! your clitty begins to throb...you can feel it....you are on the edge of a sissygasm...cumming from nothing more than being fucked. you are close...so close...you can feel your balls tighten..your clit throbs with each stoke....you mind can see the cum shooting out..filling your panties....so close........then i stop....you collapse on the floor....panting...throbbing..... i tell you not to touch it, i will be back in a few minutes to finish you. A bit later, you. He was holding her hand whilst speaking to her, my wife was an incredible sight. Right in the middle of a public parking lot, she had her tits exposed, her skirt up over her hips. Cum still coated her pussy and several streams were running down her nylon covered legs. I knew that she was certainly not going to allow him to fuck her in the car park where anyone who walked by could see. Sooner or later, she was going to get in the car and we would leave. I waited, but she still did not get into. "Oh my God," he thought, "what if she sees it?"... "OH MY GOD! SHE'S GOT HER HAND ON IT!" He was absolutely right, Christie had taken one hand off his head and had a firm death grip, like a bulldog, on his erection, which meant she had his strict and undivided attention.Christie broke the kiss and placed her lips against his ear. In a husky, almost predatory female voice he had never heard from her before, "I told you I would call your bluff one day, Johnny Wagoner. For five years you've been.