Olaf u*********sly licked his lips. "See, it looks like you like my cock, but you are not even making a dent in your shorts."Ben tugged down Olaf's sh...orts, revealing lacy pale blue boy shorts. Despite the name, they were most definitely feminine panties, with a nice smooth form with a very slight vertical indentation in the front. Ben lifted Olaf's sweatshirt revealing very firm, full B cup breasts encased in a matching pale blue bra."Olaf, are you sure you're a boy? Those are definitely. It wasn’t an entirely bad experience, and Alice probably knew it. It was like my head was made of transparent stuff and she could see the wheels of my hopeless thoughts and feelings turning and turning as she toyed with me. I just let myself dissolved into each sensation: the rough rope on my wrists and ankles, the unpolished wood under my knees and palms, the smell of Alice’s feet waving in front of my nose, her sharp toenails poking my eyelids ... Bit by bit I gave up my desire to talk, to be. When her husband would get home from work and get into the shower she would call us to come to the back door she would let us in my wife would strip naked and wait on the bed for her husband when he got out of the shower. We agreed and did as we planned. We made out that next couple nights and talked about it and it made us so horny we caressed each other and fondled each other kissing and licking each other but my wife refused to let me have sex until this was over. It was the horniest. She smiled as she handed one to me."What the fuck is this? I demanded. "It sure as hell isn't beer, or a frosty mug for that matter." No, it's champagne," corrected Julia. "I thought it would be nice to begin our liaison with a toast. You've always wanted me and tonight your dream is happening!" Well, I made the toast at your wedding, so I guess I should be the one to make the toast tonight," I asserted.I raised my glass and held it toward Julia as I considered the situation."Here's to cheating.