My wife didn’t believe me, and she angrily asked, “Are you going to stick with that lie? Because I think you come down and jerk off to porn every... night.” I’d never seen my wife like this. Even though she is only five-foot-two, she seemed to tower over me. It was obvious that she was in total control of the situation. I felt meek but somehow it felt appropriate. Sheepishly, with my eyes fixed on her feet, I weakly said, “You’re right. I do it every night.” “Why the hell do you do this? . We knew each other because Isat on the city commission with Tim and five others. As a matter offact, I was the one that nominated him for the position of Mayor.See, now is when you become even more embarrassed when you realizethat an esteemed collegue of yours is grinning at you as you sitclothed in a dress, wearing breast forms, heels, wig and make-up. Itis a whole new level of humiliation when the eye witness knows you.I don't know if he remembered that I was the one that nominated himfor. Her eyes were fixed on his semi erect cock as he dried himself "Shall I put clothes on or not?" he asked."What do you think?" she said removing her blouse.He moved towards her and undid her bra as she took his cock in her hand.He kissed one breast and then the other and then started to drag down her ski pants."Bedroom I think," she said and turned and he followed her with her trousers part way down her buttocks.Once in the bedroom she stopped,still with her back to him,and he completed the. I slid off the couch onto my knees. I got in front of her and slipped both hands under her skirt. Without prompting, she raised her hips, allowing me to pull her panties down her legs and off her feet.I got to my feet so I could get my clothes off. Olivia moved off the couch, onto her knees then lay on her back on the floor. She pulled her skirt up, exposing herself from the waist down, then raised her knees and separated her legs. Her crotch was covered by a thick bush of dark hair.I dropped.