The first time we did this Jack was visiting for a week. It was a warm fall. Each night, I'd leave the shade up a bit and leave our bedroom window ope...n about six inches so Jack could come up and stand on a pre-positioned chair on our deck and look in while I had sex with her at night. That worked like a charm. He could see her walking around the room naked and I'd position her in different ways on the bed while fucking her so he'd get a good look of my cock going in and out or of her tits. Didn't womenfeel the cold more than men? I was wearing more clothing than a man inhis underwear would have. I never felt cold standing round in my boxershorts as I would have done when I was Steve, did that mean I wasbecoming Sharon?I looked round for some clothing, it was so cold, putting the camisoleback on again and getting back under those pink sheets felt like I wasadmitting I was some sort of gay transvestite.. But I had to putsomething on and all I could see to wear was the black. I was 17 when I was betrothed to my husband, a farm boy and the youngest of four sons, to a divorced father, who beat on his wife and was hard on his c***dren.When I first met him he was gruffy towards me, but when he had been drinking, he changed, and was more sexually suggestive, in fact his three brothers were not married and there was a general lack of female companionship, since their mother walked out, some 15 years prior.I confess to being flattered as a s*******n years old, my head spun. All right, I conceded, Monday morning Im going back. Good! Becky said smugly with her win and placed her head back on my chest, snuggling lovely against me. I relaxed and closed my eyes holding her to me. Then I felt her hands rubbing my chest and it felt great. Then her hands moved over my belly, and then continuing down to my groin, which hadnt seen any attention in a week. Id been too busy to even think about it, but her gentle caresses flicked my sexual light switch and I quickly responded.