A crossdressers dream

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A crossdressers dream
It was another day in where i had to wait until very late for my wife to come home. We hadn’t done it in many weeks, there was too much stress going on, and for her it’s hurtful since her operation. We cuddle and share as many intimacies as possible, I cook and clean, so she doesn’t need to do that when coming home. When I had a fulltime job, she did the same for me.

My neighbor came with two friends. He has a houseboat of about thirty five feet, from which he fishes. Everything bigger then a foot can be eaten, and they use a bucket to keep ’em in.

Normally, we live our lives, say hi and that’s it. But this time, with me being dressed under my male attire, because it was cold and I was kind of horny, I heard him knock my door. ‘Hey do you want a shot?’ I nodded, since I know he’s got the best tequila and vodka for his money. Came out the boat, and partied with the three macho’s on the dock in between our boats, the widest one in the marina. We laughed a lot, drank, smoked, I tried canlı bahis to be part of them although most of their slang was lost on me.

My neighbor kept giving me the alcohol, and joints, and nice cajun baked fish. they kept talking with me, about anything, if i could play some nice, sexy music, they asked, suggesting Al Green or Barry White, so I played that, all night, feeling increasingly horny, to the point that my hands got a little sweaty, and my penis erect, like i had just swallowed a combination of xtc and viagra. The friends were mostly fishing, while my neighbor and i discussed a painting plan for his boat. When I said wow, i feel a little drunk, Anthony’s hand moved over my butt. And moreover, i just let it happen! Actually i stepped closer to him, so it wasn’t as obvious for his friends. ‘You have a very nice butt, just like a girl’s’ my neighbor complimented me. ‘And look at those lips, big like a female pays money for. Do you fuck for money?’

I blushed and stuttered -since by now i NEEDED perabet sex- ‘yes, how much would you pay to fuck me?’ with my highest, most girly voice. ‘Boy, you need some good loving! What if I give you a hundred, let you have me enter your pussy?’ ‘Do you have a condom and lube?’ ‘Fuck yeah!’ he stepped into his boat, and came out with said objects. I blushed some more and said, ‘in what boat do you want to do it?’ and he said, ‘yours is bigger, more private’. So we got into my boat and immediately went to the bed room, that i always keep up (for this sort of occasion) and I undressed to naked, opened my girl drawer and let him choose what he wanted to see me in. It was black lacy lingerie, he loves most.

When i was dressing up, he took pics, also wanted me to model, which i did. Then he asked if it’s ok to film me. I was too drunk to mention any face mask so we filmed both of us fully recognizable -me with make-up a little less- he opened me up gently, then slid in all the way, which felt perabet giriş like i got split open, and he kept it in until it felt good and comfy to me, then he started to ride me, sometimes he lifted me up, in one scene he’s riding me while i hold my hands behind his neck, which is one of the most erotic positions i’ve been fucked in, so totally dependent, so hot!

His trick now, was that he knew that my wife would divorce me if he showed her that movie. He kept it on his phone, and since i understood that he would destroy our relation if he couldn’t fuck me, i was in cahoots. He was smart, had her email address, facebook and all. And since i’d been so stupid to let him go that far, i was the useless bitch, dumb, stupid, a lust slut, and he liked to dominate me, to the point that he simply found a story in which he ’employs’ me four days in the week -days in which i get hooked out like a bimbo, to all sorts of men, black, white *trailer trash* and latino’s. A natural born pimp, and i’m his as natural born penis-cleaner, dick-warmer, all those words he calls me come home now. I’m doing my best to keep my relation going, but i can feel, that she knows something is on -it’s just that she just can not imagine that i’m so low.

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