.she confessed earlier what she was up to at the weekend when she came in late, drunk and very horny.We live in the penthouse suite, 15 floors up and ...I decided to go to bed before midnight as the wife was out for a few drinks with some girlfriends. She had been out with the girls drinking wine and spirits, dressed up with a black n white figure hugging dress, white stilleto's, black stockings underneath and a black bra which encased her ample 36DD cleavage. She hadn't planned to walk home but. .. well, you know, cocks," whispered Anne,"but I think she is a bit confused about what that means! You know,there's a choice for her between boy-cock and girl-cock and I don'tthink she has decided if she needs one or the other, or even both. Ithink, if I had to say, that she will prefer boy-cock when it all comesdown to it! I know I do! The trouble is that she lacks the experience.We got it when we were in our teens. Victoria's in her 30's physically,but mentally she's a 14 or 15 year. If she was doing any fantasizing, she was going about it the right way, without my knowledge. Ignorance is bliss they say. Problem is, truth has an ugly habit of pushing ignorance out of the way.As I said, shortly after that night, if anything, things got better. We were going at it like minks for goodness sake. She had read something about foot fetishes and introduced it to me. I actually liked it and it seemed to really light her fire. To be frank, she did have a sexy little pair of feet, and. I would tell Paul what each of them wanted me to do to them, what they liked and disliked. I just knew from watching them. Whether I was right or not mattered little. I would tell him about the women that interested me and how the two of us could satisfy each other and abuse him at the same time. I wanted his mind swimming with sexual images the entire week we were there.I was careful to note who angered him or made him the most jealous. He would become more aroused at the thought of me fucking.