“Everything’s fine.” I poured some batter into my favorite kitchen appliance, my waffle-maker, and started on coffee, pausing to kiss her cheek ...every time I happened to be passing the table.We talked while I made her breakfast. “I dreamed about Jeff last night,” she told me. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”“Was it a good dream?” I asked, watching her face.“Yeah,” she smiled. “We were just talking. I was standing and he was in his wheelchair. I don’t remember what we talked about, but then. You were allowed that much, at least.After that, you decided to head to one of these official treatment sites. There was one fairly close, and the gnawing hunger had slowly been turning into distracting daydreams of cocks and cum. According to the doctor, ignoring it at that point would dangerous. Maybe after getting your dose, you hoped, it might be easier to think about things logically.“This is so fucked up,” You said to yourself as you pulled out of the doctor’s office parking lot and put. I said can you do it? I mean be with a woman? She said before I got married she had been with two females. I asked in what way? She said I allowed them to have oral sex with me. She received only. I said you have never tasted pussy? She said no. I asked if she was going to? She smiled and said maybe. Will the photographer be there too I asked? She said we haven't worked that out. I know he is a big black guy and the thought of her little body being used by a big black cock was exciting me. That. Trista smiled and said, "Of course it's for 4 people, we couldn't let your big coming out party be just between the two of us, I know you would've wanted some company."I swallowed hard and while I knew that Trista had planned for a big night, I didn't imagine that we'd be dining in a public place like this with me fully dressed as a woman.Our waitress came by and took our drink orders. Trista was nice enough to order a couple of shots for us on top of a drink. She later said it would help calm.