I obliged and we went almost 10 km from our houses. She stopped the vehicle at a rural place where there were no people or houses nearby and said she ...wanted to talk to me.Pooja: You remember what happened between us two months ago.Me: I do and I hope you are not mad at me for doing all that without asking you.P: That day was the best orgasm I had and I had never felt anything like that before and my husband does not take care of me. When he wants to have sex, he just dips his dick in me and. “Only if you want to,” I said reassuringly, answering her unspoken question. The look did not leave her face as she bit down on her lower lip. Her hands started to relax and then tighten up on the front of her dress. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the fabric tightly in a knot. The look in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to make up her mind. Then in one brief second of decision, she closed her eyes and let the dress fell all of the way down. Not that I didn’t encourage her to do that. She loved to fuck, but insisted she could always wait for me to fuck her when I got home.Well, the inevitable happened and she caught me fucking another woman. We split up, no divorce, just a separation. While we were separated, I visited her a lot while trying to patch things up. One Saturday morning about 11am I went to her appartment, and she answered the door in her robe. Now she is not a late sleeper, so I was wondering why she wasn’t dressed.. The doorbell rang, but I had to be careful letting Peter in as I was by now in his mum black tights, painted toe nails , lipstick to match also wearing a full length petticoat, hiding behind my front door Peter entered, the look on his face was magical when he see me standing there with a sexy pose“About time lover boy” “OMG FUCKING WOW” Peter softly muttered to himself. “You like” I said, “that’s the understatement of the year”“Why thank you, come with me my lover, I have to dress you”.“Strip.