With this realisation, the urge to dress-up was now essential but how I was going to do this I did not know. Two days later, on a Saturday, my opportu...nity came.For some reason, mum had to work whilst Anthony went to soccer; Sharon was doing her Saturday job to buy clothes. I sneaked into mum’s bedroom and went looking in her wardrobe and drawers. Very quickly, I found a pair of blue nylon Platex panties, tan tights, full-length white slip, a 36B white bra, and from her wardrobe, her long red. A few months later I received a notice that my wife’s green card paperwork was processed and she was finally able to moved stateside with me.I’d met my wife, Sarah, as she now liked to be called since no one could pronounce her real name, about a decade prior and we’d married after a few years of dating.Sarah was 5’ 5”, had soft C-cup breasts with gorgeous light-brown areolas and pencil-eraser nipples. Even better, she still looked exactly as she had the day we met even all these years later. I. “Oh, yeah, suck that cock girl.” I groaned.She looked up at me smiling, teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue, before thrusting it deep down her throat.“Is it as good as sucking a black cock?” I asked, leering down at her.“Mmm, better.” She said, briefly disengaging herself, before continuing to suck on it again. “Much better.”I really couldn’t wait to come over her pretty black face. “I want to fuck your pretty little mouth.” I growled, placing my hand on the back of her head and gently. I took my clothes off and laid them on a chair in the small room. I thenput on the Mac, mmmm it did feel good and I could not hide my excitement.Oh god how even more embarrassing. I buttoned the Mac up, tied the belt,pushed the collar up and slipped my hands deep into the pockets. It was amid length coat, just above my knees. Cream in colour made from shinnypolyester, so it rustled as I walked. For some reason I checked how Ilooked in the mirror, picked up my mobile phone and slipped it into.